#i triple dog dare ya

[floating-in-waves]

Hey anon,

Call this number perhaps it will lighten you the fuck up

(719) 266-2837

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

ABC's: Chaggie

Angel: I dare ya to say it.

Vaggie: Absolutely not.

Angel: Double dog dare ya.

Vaggie: No.

Angel: Triple. Doggy. Dare ya.

Vaggie: Grrrrrrr....fine..... *goes up to Charlie with a stepstool, steps up, and leans against the wall so Charlie is just slightly shorter than her*

Querida, you're so beautiful that you make me want to sing. But my mind goes blank, and I often can't think of a thing. So if I were to sing you the alphabet, I'd give you an A because you're Awesome. A B because you're Beautiful. A C because you're Confident.

*tilts Charlie's chin up with a smirk*

And I'll give you this D because you Deserve it~

Charlie: *blushing, steam screaming out of her ears, and melts into a puddle on the floor* ASDJFLSNDBAKJ!!!

Angel: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Vaggie: Huh.... that actually worked.

[buggaboizz]

triple dog dare ya to draw gup B and E they're ships it counts /j

(bug this is a joke this is satire-)

So like, yeah, this is a joke, but I drew it anyway

Tell me why this is literally just Kwaso tho

Like be fr

[wonderbuster]

Mutuals I triple-dog-DARE ya to >:]]

[ask-overwatch-heroes]

Venture I triple dog dare you to dig inside the Junker Queen throne room and take

One

I mean just a one

Tiny little trinket

Good luck! It might be an artifact :3

Junker Queen: Oi! Don't even think about it! I'm warnin' ya!

Venture: Okay, sure. I won't break in! I'd never do that! ;)

By the way, when are you next in the arena? No reasons. Just curious!

[imagine-darksiders]

I triple dog dare ya to write the readerxbfg!! DO IT!

dON'T DO THIS T OME

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

HI POOKIE!!!

Teehee my first request from the shakespeare of Peter fanfiction 😈

I wanna spice things up a bit. I double triple quadruple dog dare you to write a Warren Lipka x Fem reader fic where Warren gets a new type of edible from the dealer where he gets his doobage. A few hours later he invites reader over to help him draw the map for the heist as they had planned the day before, but things are kind of tense because they recently had an argument about going through with the plan at all that made things tense, but not on bad terms.

He gets the idea to share the edibles with reader to loosen nerves a bit, but turns out he didn’t pay attention to what he was being sold because the edibles are laced with aphrodisiacs. Both of them ignore it thinking it’s a weird affect or that they’re just weirdly extra horny at the moment, but the longer they sit through it the more it drives them both crazy until one of them caves and they bunny it out.

Warren obviously has to crack a joke that it really did “loosen their nerves” in a sense.

LOVELY I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK A MONTH, JESUS— BUT HERE IT IS !! I COOKED FOR YA

[cunty-lingus]

I wanna be a slut on the internet. Send me horny asks. I triple dog dare ya.

[odakota-rose]

i triple dog dare ya

[forever-fixating]

The awaited ask, the prompt for yall to chew on:

Austin is always impeccably dressed, but at the SAG awards his suit was Gucci (as were many other stars' outfits). Him and his red suit? Lordy this is an excuse to describe it in detail. I triple dog dare ya.

This is a Gucci designer!reader, and I think it'd be nice if she worked on the House of Gucci film set, has been papped with some actors (in which her 60s/70s style was commented on) before as well as been to some award shows relating to that--maybe has Gaga's number, play with it how you will. She's famous adjacet: her job is to make others look pretty.

Her purview is mainly in being an archivist for Gucci's collection, and her personal design and style leans more towards vintage, as mentioned. So when Gucci dresses the new Elvis? They need some 1970s inspiration, and they send Austin Butler to her. Cue reader lowering massive shades down her nose and commenting on his tiny waist.

Author’s Note- Okay, as soon as Mother Monster was mentioned, I fell down a research rabbit hole about one of her stylists, Marta del Rio. The reader doesn’t work for Gucci (sorry!), but I did tie that into her backstory. Del Rio, Erin Parsons on TikTok, and Raissa Bretaña from Glamour are the primary inspirations for this character. I hope you enjoy all the same!

 Y/N Y/L/N is a fashion historian and celebrity stylist. Born in Florence and raised in Los Angeles, she developed her love for fashion under the tutelage of her legendary mother, one of the significant archivists for Gucci. She grew up on her father’s film sets and fell in love with all things Hollywood. Known for her vintage style, quick wit, and extraordinary kindness (a rarity in the fashion industry), Y/L/N can be seen on TikTok and her YouTube channel, sharing her love for all things fashion and Hollywood with her audience of millions.

-Blurb from The Bella Rosa Agency

You walked into your office that morning more than a little frazzled. Even under the best conditions, traffic in Los Angeles was hell to navigate, and you had the misfortune of getting stuck behind a massive pile-up. The Italian in you could not understand the American need to rush everywhere. Wherever a person was going would still be there, no matter how fast or slow they drove. You gave your assistant Kitty a grateful smile as she held out your usual coffee order: a latte with very little foam, a double espresso, and two pumps of hazelnut.

“You are a lifesaver,” you said as you sipped the drink. “What’s on the schedule for today?”

Kitty followed you into your office with her iPad, saying, “There’s the Q & A for your YouTube channel at noon and the phone interview with Paper at four. And your consultation with Zendaya got pushed to next week. She’s still filming for Dune and won’t return until Tuesday.”

“That’s too bad,” you said, sitting at your desk and booting up your laptop.

“But Stefani’s in town,” Kitty continued, “and wants to do dinner. Your choice!”

You grinned. The two of you had met when you were hired to work on House of Gucci due to your mother’s work with the brand. They had initially reached out to her, but she put them off. Her marriage to your father had soured her on Hollywood. You, however, jumped at the chance when she recommended you in her place. You adored her music and outrageous style and became fast friends during filming. Working with Lady Gaga (or Stefani, as she insisted you call her) was a dream come true.

“Fantastic!” you replied. “Call her and ask her the day and time. Providence has a table for me on standby.”

You began reading your e-mails when you noticed Kitty hadn’t left yet. Embarrassed, you asked, “Sorry, was there something else?”

“Zendaya was wondering if you could help out one of her costars,” Kitty said. She looked at her iPad, reading, “Austin Butler, the guy that used to date Vanessa Hudgens? He’s starring in the new Elvis biopic and needs red-carpet looks for the upcoming awards season.”

You pulled up Chrome on your laptop and Googled the actor. He was gorgeous. Sandy blonde hair, a Cupid’s bow pout, long legs, and sun-kissed skin. The textbook definition of a California golden boy. You looked back to Kitty and said, “Sure, could be fun. Reach out to his people.”

~~~~~

Your meeting with Austin came a couple of days later. That gave you some time to research the actor’s style up until that point and compile some ideas for looks. It was a nice change of pace for you. Men’s fashion wasn’t simple by any means, but it was far less scrutinized when compared to that of women. One of your goals with any celebrity you worked with was to ensure they didn’t end up on a worst-dressed list following a red-carpet event.

Your outfit for the meeting was inspired by an article you read recently on mod fashion: a mini sweater dress paired with a wide studded belt and brown suede calf-high boots. It was very comfortable while looking fantastic on you. Sure, you were showing a little more leg than you usually would for a meeting with a potential client. But there wasn’t any harm in being comfortable, right?

You were in the middle of a phone call when Kitty messaged you to say that Austin had arrived. Ending the call, you stood up, adjusting your dress, before talking to your door. He stood at Kitty’s desk, talking with her. God, he really was a tall drink of water. He turned his gaze toward you and said in a voice like velvet, “So you must be the famous Y/N Y/L/N. I’m honored to meet you. Zendaya and Flo sang your praises constantly on set.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Butler. You’re too kind.” You shook his hand, pleasure blossoming in your chest.

“Austin, please,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“Austin,” you repeated, gesturing inside your office. You looked at Kitty. “Could you bring us some water?”

The two of you sat down in front of your desk. You grabbed your iPad off your desk and tapped through your files, searching for the folder you had created for him. As you searched, you took a couple of sneaky peaks at Austin. He wore jeans, a blue flannel over a white t-shirt, and black boots. Simple but sexy. Your cheeks heated up, and you scolded yourself. Even though you were going through a dry spell in your personal life, that was no excuse to ogle a client like a piece of meat.

“So,” you said, finally finding the file and tapping it, “since you were in Elvis, I thought we could go in a slightly vintage direction for some of your red-carpet looks. Really channel that King of Rock and Roll energy. To your comfort, of course.”

You moved your chair closer to his and showed him your ideas. He hummed his approval on a couple of looks, saying with a grin, “If anyone would know about vintage style, it would be you, Miss Y/L/N. I like this look with the waistcoat here.”

“Y/N, please,” you replied, pleased with how your name sounded coming out of his mouth. “And I was hoping you would pick this look. You have such a narrow waist; hiding it would be a sin.”

“Been thinking about my waistline?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. “From a stylistic standpoint, yes.”

Austin was full-on smirking. “Of course.”

“Anyway,” you said, determined to remain professional during this meeting, “I was thinking burgundy for the suit. I’ve looked through your red carpet history, and it’s a lot of blacks. To quote the great Nathan Lane, one does want a hint of color. With your skin tone, burgundy would look stunning on you.”

“I bow to your expertise, ma’am,” Austin replied. He turned his body toward yours and said, “Stop me if this is inappropriate, but I would really like to take you out to dinner. You seem like such a fascinating and unique person. I read up on you; you’re my age, but you’ve worked with some impressive people. It seems like there’s a story there.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words. The utter destruction of your parents' marriage showed how messy mixing business with pleasure could be. You grew up around celebrities and prided on your ability to remain professional and keep the two separate. But…where was the harm in a simple dinner with a man who clearly seemed interested?

“There is,” you replied finally. You took a breath and connected with his too-blue eyes. “Normally, I would say no, but as long as we remain discreet, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You grabbed a pen from your desk and took his hand in yours. You wrote your cellphone number on his palm, saying, “Just text me the time and place.”

A/N- This was a lot of fun to write. Ask me nicely and maybe I'll write a part two? ;)

[fritextramole]

heal the holes in me

part 2 of a Nate Archibald playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

This Year ~ The Mountain Goats

I played video games in a drunken haze I was 17 years young Hurt my knuckles punching the machines The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue

Going Underground ~ The Jam

We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out ~ The Smiths

Take me out tonight Because I want to see people And I want to see life Driving in your car Oh please, don't drop me home Because it's not my home, it's their home And I'm welcome no more

It’s Obvious ~ Au Pairs

Spending time nowadays By my side That's oh so nice

Fall for Me ~ Matt Doyle

It never has been easy, lover, standing at your side Always thinking you've got something to prove And while I hate to have to blow your cover But it's only pride

Dance With Somebody ~ The Midnight

Take off your armor, let down your hair You could sit on your hands or you could get closer, if you dare And it's not that the rest of us don't have to fight For every bit of love and every bit of light But tonight, it's Friday night

Dance With Me ~ Dirty Honkers

Your hand was shaking as I held it tight We were alone beneath the stars

Triple Dog Dare ~ Lucy Dacus

They put our faces on the milk jugs Missing children 'til they gave up Your mama was right, and through the grief Can't fight the feeling of relief

Video Games ~ Trixie Mattel

They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you And, baby, now you do

Unwritten ~ Natasha Bedingfield

Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find

Love My Way ~ Psychedelic Furs

In a room without a door

I Like Me Better ~ Lauv

If we lay, let the day just pass us by I might get to too much talking I might have to tell you something

Ultralife ~ Oh Wonder

Blood running in my veins I've never been here before And I got love falling like the rain I never could've asked for more I got so much soul inside my bones Take a look at me now I'm young forever in the sun

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) ~ Edison Lighthouse

I'm a lucky fella And I've just got to tell her That I love her endlessly

Oh, What A World ~ Kacey Musgraves

Oh, what a world, don't wanna leave All kinds of magic all around us, it's hard to believe Thank God it's not too good to be true Oh, what a world, and then there is you

Ecstasy (Apple of My Eye) ~ Strawberry Switchblade

Doing all we want to do Seeing things we've never seen Going places we haven't tried to be

Neptune’s Jewels ~ Mystic

Something about my lifestyle makes love so strange

Sundress ~ Zoo Culture

Just picturing you and I on an island in the sky so high That no one can reach us, nobody can preach to us

Big Jet Plane ~ Angus & Julia Stone

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms Gonna take ya away from harm

Perfect Day ~ Lou Reed

Just a perfect day, problems all left alone Weekenders on our own, it's such fun Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself

What I Got ~ Sublime

Love is what I got, it's within my reach

uuu ~ Field Medic

Lovin' you sure makes me afraid of losin' But I don't care, I can't slow down now

Real Love Baby ~ Father John Misty

Our hearts are free So tell me what's wrong with the feeling I'm a flower, you're the bee It's much older than you and me

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~ Queen

When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights)

Hazel ~ Roy Blair

Can't take back what I've been born with My family's gorgeous, flaws and all I won't ignore them, they're important Keeping these friends until the end

Age of Consent ~ New Order

I thought that you might like to know I received your message in full a few days ago I understood every word that it said

Moon and Waves ~ Haroula Rose

Why does every river's flow reach for the sea? Can they be lonely? Seeking some truth to reveal? Serving their purpose for eternity

august ~ Taylor Swift

For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call

[1strecomdejablue]

Go hook your queue up to the Tree of Souls, I triple dog dare ya

"How about you just go, away."

[eoieopda]

Bestie, what exactly is on the WIP pile and why is that pile actually a mountain?? 💜

asdfghjkl you come into my good christian minecraft server and call me out like this?? unbelievable 😫

please keep in mind that there are approximately one thousand more ideas flitting around in my worm brain that are even less formed than the ones below, lmao. trying to clamp down on all of them is like trying to catch cash in one of those game show machines?

you know, one of these:

* indicates priority

bts:

jimin

*menace (parts v and vi) + *2k drabblepalooza request fill (backwards relationship — title tbd)

hobi

*2k drabblepalooza fill (lust at first sight — title tbd) + i want to do a spin-off of “the one where hoseok plays with fire”, i just don’t know what i want to do yet 🤪

namjoon

*2k drabblepalooza fill (one bed — title tbd)

seokjin

*epilogue drabble (meet me at the bar au)

jungkook

triple dog dare (best friend’s younger brother au / unsure if i wanna do a series or one big one-shot) + there is a very feral part of my brain that wants to do a raider!jk / fallout au 😵‍💫 but i have no earthly idea if anyone here plays the games or would want to read it even if they didn’t??

yoongi

interlude: sundown (darksided au / smut drabble) + hindsight (darksided au / epilogue)

taehyung

piledriver waltz (the bad thing au / smut sequel to reckless serenade) + maybe expanding on the au from “the one with taehyung and the rook”.

—

svt:

wonwoo

*contact high (university au starring oui’d dealer!wonwoo, semi-strangers to lovers, lol / mini-series)

i don’t know if y’all have caught on yet, but i’m doing introductory smut drabbles for everyone 😵‍💫

—

skz:

chan

idk yet but it’s gonna be a smut one-shot, so y’all can thank today’s anon for that, lol.

hyunjin

still brainstorming, but it’s horny, i can tell ya that much 😌

[godkilller]

i triple dog dare you to roast orihime, right nyow

SEND CHARACTERS FOR GIN TO ROAST DUAL REQUEST by @inouehs too!

          ❝ I’m sick of this ‘be better than them’ shit you’re tryin’ to pull, it’s jus’ you admittin’ deep down thatcha can’t even throw a good punch in retaliation to bullyin’. You know what makes bullies stop bullyin’? Killin’ them. But of course, you’re too much of a wuss, you’d rather secretly romanticize your poor lil victimhood ‘n ‘choice’ to never hit back while truthfully bein’ too weak and cowardly to even try. Plus, what the fuck’s up with you not bein’ able to heal yourself, huh? Dumb. Or is that jus’ you wantin’ more attention? Maybe next time Ichigo’s in a fight in front of ya y’can throw a random shield out once in a blue moon to feel like you’re helpin’ him ---- have ya ever even tried to make a shield that can move with its target instead of uselessly pop up ‘n immediately shatter afterwards? Course ya haven’t, that’d mean you’d actually have ta try ‘n become more useful. You’d rather stand on the sidelines ‘n gasp when a fight... has fightin’ in it. I don’t think it was jus’ the color of your hair that made kids pick on ya when y’were young, I’m startin’ to think you’ve always been a lil insufferable brat, eh? ❞

[edelweiss-coffee]

chapter nine is here! it is far more angsty than the other chapters, just a warning, but there is comfort <3

ao3

It was a little after five o-clock when all the boys met in Mike’s basement. Dustin and Lucas whooped and cheered dramatically at the sight of the tupperware on the table. It was left there as an afterthought, a bit less important to Mike and Will than the glaring blue bottles of alcohol that screamed to be hidden from Mrs. Wheeler’s sight.

Dustin lifted one of the tupperware containers.

“Macaroni! Thank God, dude. My mom made porkchops again,” Dustin complained.

“My mom made meatloaf, but I’ll never say no to Joyce’s mac and cheese. Tell her thank you, man,” Lucas teased, opening the container.

Mike disappeared up the stairs quickly, and returned with a pile of paper plates, and a handful of forks.

“Didja tell ‘em?” Mike beamed, nodding to Will.

“No, I figured you'd want to,” Will laughed.

“Well boys, I got some good news and some bad news. Bad news first, as always, right?” 

He set the forks and plates on the table and the boys served themselves from the tupperware, nodding for the news.

“I got caught, like, bad, trying to grab Mrs. Byers’ wine,” Mike giggled, pushing his palm against his forehead.

“What? Mike!” Dustin cackled. “You idiot,” he shook his head.

"You guys don't understand," Will giggled. "It was horrendous, oh my God. He pulled it out of the shelf while she was standing right there, it was a whole thing," he explained, laughing to himself.

“Well then what’s the good news?” Lucas pried. 

“The good news has a name. It’s actually Jonathan Byers,” Mike whooped, clapping his hands. He sped over to the couch and lifted the cushions, revealing the Seagrams bottles.

“He nabbed them while my mom was scolding us for trying to steal, ironically enough,” Will snickered. 

Lucas lifted his fork, laughing. “The whole Byers family, backbone of the party tonight, huh.”

“Feeding us and giving us the party supplies, legendary.” Dustin added.

“It’s definitely my turn first tonight, by the way,” Lucas said.

“Your turn for what?” Dustin mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese.

“To dare someone, I mean. Triple Dog.”

– – – – – – 

The boys cleaned out both containers of mac and cheese with no issue. It’d only been around 20 minutes, but one should never underestimate a teen boy’s ability to eat his weight in cheese and noodles, especially if the cheese and noodles are homemade with breadcrumbs all over them.

“Who ya daring?” Mike asked, elbowing Lucas.

“You, Wheeler. Now, let me preface this, I don’t wanna cross any lines here–”

“I’ll tell them. I know that’s what you’re gonna say, and I’m not even mad. And no, it’s okay, it’s not fucked up to dare me to do it. If you were anybody else I’d be furious right now, but you’re just trying to help, so it’s fine,” Mike rushed.

The air was playful. There was no tension, no anger, and no resentment in the room. Mike spoke with an over-falsity of confidence sprinkled in his words, unbeknownst to himself, but not lost on the other boys.

Will and Dustin looked at each other, and then at Mike. Will’s eyes welled up with tears and Dustin slowly covered his mouth.

“Wait, you’re gonna–” Dustin started.

“Mike, hold on.” Will gently squeezed Mike’s arm. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s fine, what’s the wors– I mean, what’s– Y’know, I don’t care. I’m serious, I don’t. You heard Jonathan. It’ll be fine,” Mike smiled, grazing Will’s hand.

He softly rubbed Will’s fingers under his palm, and intertwined their fingers. He pulled Will’s hand to his mouth loosely, and planted a kiss to the back of it.

“It’s fine. I love you. I’m gonna tell ‘em.”

“Damn, I didn’t even get to say the line!” Lucas chuckled, lightheartedly.

“Okay, you can say it,” Mike sighed, smiling at Will.

“Mike Wheeler, I Triple Dog dare you to go tell your parents about you and Will.”

“Hey Lucas? A word of advice; If you make any more gay friends, you have to let them come out to their parents on their own,” Will teased with wide eyes.

“The fuck does come out mean?”

Dustin scoffed.

“Come out? Lucas. Come out, like come out of the closet? Like the metaphor for telling the people you love that you’re gay?”

“The closet?” Lucas asked, bewildered.

“Oh my God, dude.” Dustin shook his head, half-laughing.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna go upstairs and come out of the closet, or whatever Dustin said,” Mike breathed.

“Shit,” he whispered, holding Will’s hand to his lips. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Will rubbed his other hand on Mike’s back.

“It’s okay. Please remember that you don’t have to do this. We won’t make you shave your head,” Will pleaded.

“It’s fine, Will. It’s fine. It’s gonna be fine,” Mike chanted, shaking his nerves out.

“Only Will can come up there with me, okay? I have no idea, like, not the slightest, what’s gonna happen, so I just– it’s sort of embarrassing, okay?” Mike muttered.

“Yeah, man. For sure. No problem,” Lucas nodded, a look of fear and confusion on his face.

“Good luck, Mike. We love you,” Dustin smiled. "Gonna give Lucas a little history lesson about gay people while you're gone."

“Yeah, thanks. Love you too,” Mike trailed, starting up the stairs.

“Mike–” Will started.

“Will, I appreciate the encouragement and the affirmations, but if you tell me not to do this, I’ll chicken out and I’ll be miserable. Either way, I’m probably fucked,” Mike whispered, pulling the other boy up the stairs with him. He took a deep breath as he opened the door, and let go of Will’s hand.

“Mom?” Mike chirped, voice shaking.

“Yeah, honey?” Karen spoke into the sink, rinsing Holly’s dinner dishes.

Mike moved closer to the sink, hushing his voice a bit. Will stood frozen at the basement door, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Remember when you told me that I could talk to you? A-about anything?”

Karen turned off the sink and removed her rubber gloves. She turned to Mike and looked at him closely.

“Of course, honey. What’s going on?”

Mike toyed with his hair. He was feeling ‘jumpy’, as he always called it. It was a textbook case of anxiety.

“I have to tell you something. You and dad,” Mike choked out, crossing his arms. His smile had left, and with it went all the color from his face.

“Honey, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick,” Karen wondered aloud.

“I just have to talk to you guys. Me and Will, we have to talk to you. Both of you,” Mike cleared his throat, “Please.”

Karen’s eyes widened as she glanced at Will. Will raised his hand in a small wave, and a half-smile broke across his face.

Karen took Mike’s shoulders.

“Is this– is this serious?” She asked, glaring at her son.

“I don’t– think so? I don’t think the world’s gonna end or anything.” He let out a half-hearted laugh.. “I don’t know, it’s just something I ha– We have to tell you. Where’s dad?”

Karen left her hands on Mike’s shoulders, a somber look overtaking her features.

“He’s in the living room, in his chair,” she sighed. “C’mon, we’ll talk out there.”

“Okay, cool. Cool,” Mike breathed, opening and closing his hands in worry. “C’mon, Will,” he said softly, gesturing toward the living room.

Karen watched the boys walk together as she hung the dish towel on the stove. She took a deep breath before following them out to Ted.

– – – – –

“Hey dad, Will and I wanna talk to you and mom about something. Is that okay?” Mike asked, his voice an octave higher than before. ‘Jumpy’.

“Sure, son,” Ted droned, decreasing the volume of the television. He sat forward a bit in his La-Z-Boy. “What is it, boys?”

Mike made his way to the couch, next to his mother. Will followed, placing himself next to the other boy. The two of them nervously toyed with their fingers and the hems of their shirts.

“Well, I guess this is something that people do, so,” Mike mumbled. “I wanted to tell you guys that I’m uh– That I found something that–” He struggled. “I just wanted you both to know that for the first time in a long time I feel happy, like– truly happy, and–”

“That’s wonderful to hear, Michael,” Karen said, her tone hushed, as if to let him continue over her interjection.

Will picked at the tear in his jeans, glancing momentarily at Mike, then back down to his jeans.

“I feel happy, and I feel like I know what I want, and how I feel, and things have sort of um, clicked for me. You’re my parents, and you– you love me, so I wanted to uh,” he sighed deeply. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m gay. I’m gay. I love boys. I love Will,” he sighed, reaching for Will’s hand. He locked his fingers with Will’s and smiled. A weak, hopeful thing.

“Honey, I think that’s just beautif–” Karen started.

“You like boys, Mike?” Ted interrupted, now on the very edge of his chair. “You’re gay? That’s what you said?”

Mike gulped, gripping Will’s hand tighter.

“I said I love boys. I love Will. I’m with Will, We’re together,” Mike repeated, pointedly. His voice shook. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. Will looked to the other boy, worry plaguing his features. He bit his lip and looked at his feet.

“You’re young, son. You’re only a kid,” Ted droned. “You don’t know what you love. Kids don’t know what love is,” he sighed, sitting back in his chair.

“Ted,” Karen barked, eyes wide. She shot a soft smile at the boys on the couch. “Don’t dismiss him like that.”

“Like what, Karen? He’s a kid. He doesn’t know,” Ted argued.

“Your son just told you that he’s the happiest he’s ever been, and that he’s in love. He trusted us enough to come to us with this,” Karen hissed.

“And I’m telling my son that he doesn’t know what love is. I’m telling him that he’s only a kid. These things, these feelings, the hormones or whatever– they’re not real,” Ted repeated. “You’re still young, Michael. You might think that this is real, and I don’t doubt it feels real to you, but that’s just your teenage hormones playin’ tricks on you. You’re not gay, Mike. You’re not gay, that’s wrong. You’re wrong. You’re just a bit confused right now, is all.”

Ted sat back in his chair, turning the volume up on the television.

“Ted!” Karen interjected, to no avail.

“Confused? Are you fucking serious?” Mike barked.

“Mike, baby, language,” Karen whispered, resting her hand on her son’s shoulder.

“No mom, I’m not finished,” Mike yelled. “Interesting, dad! This is really interesting! Convenient, isn’t it? That when I was with El you said nothing! No talks about how I’m too young, not a word from you about how I’m just hormonal, nothing! Convenient that when I brought home a girl, you didn’t think I was confused, or too young,” he choked. 

He let go of Will’s hand and sat on the edge of the couch cushion, pointing at his father.

“Real nice, dad! Real supportive and loving of you, dad! How could you say that to me? How could you deny me like this? I love him!” He screamed. “I love him! I don’t care what you say, you piece of shit! You’re a horrible father! How could you say that to me?”

The room was still, save for the moving images on the television, and Mike’s pointing fingers at his father. Ted didn’t look at his son once more. He remained glued to his television program, tuning out the screams of his son. Karen’s hand held fast on Mike’s shoulder as he hurled obscenities at a man one would swear was made of stone.

– – – – – 

It was dark, then, when Mike’s voice gave up on him. The neighborhood was quiet enough that the rustling of the fallen leaves could be heard through a window. It was darker yet, when Karen stood her son up from the couch and all but carried him into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Will followed, seemingly unsure of his every step inside the Wheeler house, after bearing witness to the situation that had just unfolded.

Mike nearly collapsed onto the floor when they reached the kitchen. The lights were left off, but nobody moved to turn them on. Karen met her son on the floor. Mike cried softly in his mother’s arms, the way he had every other time the world broke him. Will stood idly by, leaning against the counter. His eyes didn’t leave Mike.

“I hate him,” Mike whispered, weakly. “I hate him.”

“Honey, he’s your father. You don’t hate him,” Karen offered quietly, wiping Mike’s tears.

“I do, I hate him,” Mike argued, his voice broken.

“Okay, baby. Okay,” Karen whispered, her voice wet with tears. She wiped her eyes, and pushed Mike’s hair behind his ear. Hugging her son tightly, she nodded to Will, who came to her side.

Karen did something that the boys didn’t expect, then. 

She handed Mike off to Will. 

She pulled her arms from under Mike’s, and gestured for Will to replace them. She nodded as Will took hold of him. Mike melted into Will, sniffling quietly into his shirt.

“I love you, Michael,” Karen whispered. “It’s going to be okay.”

She kissed her son’s forehead and wrapped her arms around Will.

“Don’t ever let anybody tell you that love is wrong. It is never wrong.”

Mike lifted his head to meet Karen’s eyes. A look of fear and confusion washed over him.

“Mom?”

“I said it’s gonna be okay, baby. Love is never, ever wrong, okay?”

Her eyes moved to Will.

“You keep making my son happy, Will. Don’t let anybody ever stop you.”

A shy smile made its way across Will’s face. He nodded through tears.

“Okay, yeah,” he whispered. He looked down at Mike, buried in his chest. “Mike, let’s get back down to the boys, okay? It’s okay.”

He pulled the other boy to his feet, holding his face. 

“It’s okay.”

Karen hugged the pair of them.

“It’s okay, boys. It’s okay.”

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Semi-Finale (2/10) ~

Adeleine : It's quiet. Too Quiet.

*footsteps approaching*

Adeleine : So much for the greater goods. I don't know if this is gonna work, but at least I got my brush in gear to get myself prepared for a fight. So much for everything in common, but who was controlling the heartless Medusa?...(gasped in shock) !? (dodges Yo-Yo) A Yo-Yo? Could that be kirby?

??? : So, you're the creator of that witch Drawcia, I presume that the seekers of truth would able to witness this much power.

Adeleine : You must be the King of Spins that isn't Beyblade, Nofix.

"Nofix : The King of Spin"

Nofix : Should've figured that the heartless villain Medusa had the same energy as me, I always do something like that in person.

Adeleine : I heard that you died during a battle with the B.Ichi Trio three years ago before they started the investigation.

Nofix : You catch on quick. But let me tell you something, girlie. I lived for one reason and I have a purpose that I was the one who created the heartless version of the original witch Medusa Gorgon.

Adeleine : Wait, a sec. So the Medusa Lair's located within each of the planet, it was you! Ansem ordered both you and her trying to destroy this girls' life, and of course, destroying this entire planet!

Nofix : Well, what do you know. We villains of the Ohkuboverse are always under the influence, but I was under the influence of Darkside Death, the heartless who was controlling Shotaro the Dokeshi as a puppet.

Adeleine : Wait just a darn minute, all of this heroism, all of this influence, a heartless named Darkside Death has made go under the direct influence of Shinra Kusakabe or Demon Vibe!? Now I understand why the author of Soul World created you, you were written to destroy and kill people! You have no rights to think about what you've done about! Vilains like you in every story are crazy and of course being a total psycho! I hope the day that heartless villains like you would be a real pain in my ass.

Nofix : What a coincidence of having you around, girlie. You know that children shouldn't be here and you might just run along, little girl.

Adeleine : I'm no girl anymore, I'm a little lady. And don't expect to judge to anyone who will suffer the pain of truth or consequences, it's like an alternate version of Truth or Dare. But I dare you kill someone, I triple dog dare ya to do it so!

Nofix : Always on the bright side, eh? Can't decided to think what's right or wrong? Well, why don't we take spin on the newest Mario Kart or I'll make you for taking a spin-off your head!

Adeleine : !?

Nofix : (chuckles) Huh?

*DBZ SFX : Jump+Energy Shot*

Nofix : Son of a b*tch!

*DBZ SFX : Explosion*

Adeleine : Ngh!

Waddle Dee : Adeleine! We finally made it just in time!

[Jaden Yuuki's theme by Yutaka Minobe plays]

Adeleine : Guys! Right on time!

Riboon : Adeleine! It's so great to see you again, as in "Long time no see".

Adeleine : Well...You guys haven't changed a bit. It's about time that I needed long-awaited reunion!

Nofix : Oh great! It's Nintendo again!

Waddle Dee : You must be the villain who was controlling Medusa's Heartless or working with the heartless Medusa under orders of Darkside Death!

King Dedede : The Jig is up, Murderer! Time to think what's rightfully ares!

Meta Knight : You're not getting away that easily!

Ribbon : So, I heard the whole thing. You and Ansem set the whole Medusa thing up for Demon Vibe. I won't let omniciders get away of destroying everything in their path. They'll be nothing to live there on Earth and without, who says heroism can be in developement when you apathy for villainy?

Nofix : I cannot believe that I am surrounded by third-parties. I knew the day that this would come into a sudden realization.

King Dedede : It's all over for you, bud! You only one weapon that is a Yo-Yo like Kirby has!

Kirby : (holding his Yo-Yo)

Ribbon : You know you're outnumbered, but it's gonna take a long moment to bring the luck out of your life. So what it'll have to be for you, Punk? Defeat or Demise?

Nofix : We'll see about that.

Ribbon : ??

( Nofix throws away his Yo-yo)

Nofix : Get a load of this action! Haaaaaaaaaaaah!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Ball*

Nofix : (chuckles) I shall make you all and your friends disappear! WITNESS THE RAW POWER OF DARKNE--*DBZ SFX : Energy Ball Impact* (gags painfully)

Adeleine : What?

Nofix : Who...the f**k?

Xigbar : Not this time, Hombre. You're not picking anyone without a fight. It's my turn to pick with them. You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Nofix : I thought...we had a deal. I was going to finish this b*tch off.

Xigbar : Did you really think destroying the whole planet was gonna be your idea? Yeah, I don't think so. Not in millions of years, perhaps.

Nofix : (gagging) All of you...(gagging) are...(gagging) a bunch of...(coughs out blood) p*ssies. (converts into a Neoshadow)

*DBZ SFX : Collapses*

Xigbar : Another one bites the dust. Too bad the dust has already bitten him.

Kirby's group : I don't think that isn't a good line.

Adeleine : Hey, umm, thanks. But what's the deal? This bastard was gonna finish me off.

Xigbar : Xemnas's orders, I was sent here to take this sicko down. Yeah, he was no good for the so-called Ohkuboverse.

Adeleine : Yeah, I see that. So, ummm...What are you in here for?

Xigbar : This. (Ado appears from behind) He told me that he knew about the Dark Picture, but the kid's got a point, she knows what the Dark Picture.

Ado : Adeleine...

Adeleine : ...Ado.

Ado : I know who created the Dark Picture. the Ravenous Ink Demons were the ones who created, but I believe it was Inky Albarn who created it. Drawcia knew about that portrait, it was made by her beloved consort Bendy himself!

Adeleine : Bendy...as in Bendy the Ink Demon!? But isn't that cartoon guy dead! But how did you know Inky Albarn created the Dark Picture.

Ado : Because, the Dark Picture was her prized posession and it has been just revealed that the dark picture was covered in darkness. But after a small trace light hit the portrait, it is clear the Dark Picture isn't the dark picture, it's actually a big wedding photo of her, his consort Bendy, the King, Sammy, and their friends.

Adeleine : So...the Dark Picture that everyone talking about is just a big wedding photo, then who really created the real one?

Xigbar : I'll tell you who really created the Dark Picture. The Artist that created the Dark Picture was not the queen did it, it was someone else and it had to be somebody who knows about the Dark Picture. It's the same person that framed the Ink Demon Queen for her betrayal and is the one that is making messes all over the planet.

Adeleine : So if Inky Albarn was the not only one that created the dark picture while the other was a wedding portrait, then who is the Dark Picture's true creator? Who tricked the Queen of the Ink Demons that framed her for creating the Dark Picture!? Who did it!?

Xigbar : Chill out, little lady. All you gotta do is to say "please".

Adeleine : Please, I want to know about who is the Dark Picture's, who is the one that framed Inky Albarn.

Xigbar : (chuckles) Banished Half of Medusa Gorgon, the witch of a trio that betrayed witchkind. They're the ones who were behind all of this. Ansem has been controlling them since the real ones have been imprisoned for more than 700 years.

Adeleine : Hold the phone, a witch named Medusa did it? What the hell's going on?

"Meanwhile..."

[Senator - Akira Yamaoka]

Medusa (?) : Sisters. Thank you all for coming to our meeting. I have the latest report on the current situation. These wretched heroes of Humanking and Witchkind are finally making their moves driving out the enemy intrusion from all heartless. The Defense line on the Salem boundaries is safe and sound. Hope we get some extra credits for that.

Arachne (?) : Interesting. I agree that we may find results on the double status that all of it's powers will increases the path on those choose to save all life on this planet and I believe things are about to get even faster than we thought before.

Shaula (?) : Precisely, it's all coming to the point of where to get things started with all the villainous deeds. You didn't think that our original halves that we expelled from their hearts would may change the subject that we're ready to make this planet suffer.

Arachne : They have only begun to questioning about the balance between light and darkness is keeping it right or wrong, but it's us that is tipping the scales, the hatred between the two races was nothing more than being pawns in a corrupt game by the heartless itself.

Medusa (?) : All the better if they do. The more disturbing matter of fact is that they've begun to question the hardships of creating factions to dispose of the other. So there's nothing to worry about the planet's problem. Remember we're almost done analyzing the heart and soul of a long lost "Dokeshi" who has been defeated once by the kid named Shotaro. Once the Dark Picture is completed, we can finally undo the future that is Shinra Kusakabe. It is the time for the revolution of our ultimate dream.

Shaula (?) : Indeed, sister. (shifts into a distorted voice) There's nothing that we can do about it! (chuckles)

Axel : (spying) So that's what they're up to. The Gorgon Witch sisters are the banished halves of the real ones. They're planning on destroying the entire planet. No wonder humans and witches were being an arrogant species. I gotta tell the others about this. (runs off)

"Who are we kidding?"

"No seriously, this is no joke to us."

"The ones who created the Dark Picture we're the banished halves of the real Gorgon Witch Trio."

"What was Maka Albarn thinking about battling someone who isn't someone?"

"Nobody messes Real World AU. Those banished halves of the Gorgons really gotta go...and I mean it now!"

~ Mission 26 : True Colors of Darkness ~