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girlofmanyfandoms · 5 years ago

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We All Have Storms

A/n: So I finally finished it, and I tried to work on my imagery, sorry that it sucks! My Marellinh fic is next, so bully me into finishing that, mkay, enjoy!

Word count: 3794

Trigger Warnings: Brief homophobia scene

Warnings: some of my editing was deleted, so if it says ditto bug in there somewhere, I forgot to delete it

Writing taglist: @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @bookwyrminspiration @holesinmyfalseconfidence @percabetn @an-absolute-travesty @linhamon-roll @holesinmyfalseconfidence @linhamon2 @a-lonely-tatertot @loverofallthingssmart @vibing-in-the-void @clearlykeefitz

“Thanks again for coming over, Keefe,” Fitz called over his shoulder as he lugged a bin onto the carpet in between them.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Are you kidding, Fitzy?” Keefe started emptying out its contents, seeming particularly interested in the box of Prattles pins. “This is a trip down memory lane. And besides, I could hardly miss the preparation for my best friend’s Winnowing Gala.”

“Ugh, how do you say that so casually? I feel like the weight of the world’s on my shoulders. That name is taboo.”

Keefe sighed. He didn’t really want to talk about the upcoming event - it made him uncomfortable and feel wrong in so many ways. He was in a battle between being proudly there for his friend and yelling for him to call it off. But there was no way around it.

“Tell me something. Do you feel like the weight of the world’s on your shoulders? Or the weight of the Vacker Legacy?”

Fitz pulled out a snow globe that he got as a souvenir from Tokyo and shook it aggressively. “Ok, that’s another phrase on the Not To Be Spoken List.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Fitz sighed loudly and threw his hands in the air in frustration. Keefe caught the snow globe with one hand and shoved the bin the the side, scooting closer to him.

“I-I’m s-sorry, that wasn’t directed towards you, I-“

Keefe pressed a finger to Fitz’s lips, making him turn bright red. Keefe noticed and smirked a bit, but he told his inner voice to shut up. Don’t get your hopes up, Keefe. “Yeah, I know. I get it, dude, way more than you think. You don’t want to live your life being pressured to confine yourself to a perfect preppy boy who marries someone at the top of his match list so that he can gain the approval of family members and make a power baby. You don’t want your name to define you, so you try to let out your pain and your fears however you can.”

Fitz was stunned at how perfectly he had described his situation, and in such few words, yet he felt a pang of sympathy. “It must be difficult being a Sencen.”

“It must be stressful being a Vacker.”

“Now you’re avoiding the question.”

“You didn’t ask one.”

Fitz hesitated. Was he treading on dangerous grounds? Or was this just what a friend would do? “It was insinuated. I was asking what you’re struggling with in the Sencen family. And... if I can help.”

Keefe shook his head, dragging the bin back between them. “That’s not something you want to involve yourself with,” he huffed exhaustedly. “Nice rubix cube. Or at least I think that’s what Sophie called it.”

He solved it within seconds, but scrambled it again and repeated the process as Fitz watched in silence. Solved. Scrambled. Solved. Scrambled. Solved. Stopped.

Keefe raised an eyebrow. Fitz has moved closer and put his hands over Keefe’s. Neither could describe it, but all they knew was that it felt right. They met eyes for a moment, unable to move.

Why do I like this? Keefe thought to himself. I feel like we could stay like this all day. Meanwhile, all Fitz was thinking about was I hope he doesn’t hate me for getting so close, His hair really does good, and I hope my hands aren’t clammy, that would be embarrassing. Fitz pulled back abruptly and combed his hair back with his hands. “I’m really sorry about that.”

“You need to learn to stop apologizing for what isn’t your fault,” Keefe mentioned.

He laughed, relieved that the awkwardness had somewhat left the conversation. “I’ll do it when you do it.”

“No fair!” Keefe launched a pillow at him.

Fitz was quick to grab one in defense, and soon, it was an all out war.

It went on for a few minutes before Della peeked through the door.

“Boys, that’s no way to be on a day like this, you’re going to mess up your hair!”

“Sorry, Ms. Vacker,” Keefe said sweetly.

“Aw, you don’t need to apologize, Keefe. You’re a Vacker, too. Just make sure you two fix yourselves up.”

“But this is my signature hairstyle!”

“Then change into your other outfit and help Fitz. I’m getting Eda so she can help with the last minute preparations. You boys behave.”

When Della walked off, Biana appeared behind her and rolled her eyes. “Boys.” But when Della has turned the corner she winked at them and ran off giggling.

Keefe tackled Fitz, and ended up straddling him. Fitz’s cheeks heated up and butterflies formed in his stomach as an alarm rang in his head, screaming This isn’t just a friends thing. He tried his best to ignore it, but the more he tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth, the more he realized just how perfect and soft Keefe’s lips were. He gulped, hoping to distance himself from these thoughts.

“Remember, Fitzy,” Keefe began, leaning in very close to his face. “Behave.”

He whacked Fitz in the head with a pillow, grabbed his suit, and ran down the hall after Biana for some tips. Fitz was left shaking badly. Slowly, he sat himself up.

“What a flirt,” he breathed, though quite out of breath. But there was no time for contemplation. One of the biggest events of his life was about to take place and he could not disappoint. He gave himself a few moments to steady his heart before taking his tailored outfit and stumbling into the bathroom. ————

Fitz groaned in annoyance for the umpteenth time that day.

“Y’know I can help you with that.”

Fitz squealed in surprise.

“Forgot I was around?”

Fitz seemed incapable of forming words, so he nodded.

“Come here,” Keefe gestured to him. “I learned how to tie a tie from Elwin, the trick is the make a huge, loose opening and swing this part over.”

Keefe finished tying it for him and patted his chest. “Done.”

“Thank you,” Fitz managed to say. He was sure Keefe was doing this on purpose now.

And he was. Because some little part of him had hope.

———— “Want me to walk you down the aisle?” Keefe joked, knowing his friend needed a little less pressure and impending doom around him.

“Well, the crowd won’t allow you to walk out on the same time as me but...” Fitz trailed off. Was he really going to ask this?

“But what?”

“Can you hold my hand? At least until they open the curtains? I need to feel grounded.”

“Aw, I ground you? How sweet!” While his tone was teasing, his heart was jumping for joy.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I’ll do it,” Keefe blurted out a bit too fast. He cleared his throat. “Wouldn’t want you to feel alone on your big day.”

They interlocked fingers and Keefe felt like the floor was swaying beneath his feet. It couldn’t be. He had to be misinterpreting Fitz’s emotions. Was that joy? And happiness? And nervousness? It had to be because of the crowd chanting his name on the other side of the curtain. It had to be.

But maybe it’s not, the voice called. Keefe pushes the thought to the side once more. He didn’t have a chance with Fitz. Boys don’t match with other boys, and there’s no way someone as kind and dorky and fun as Fitz would like a prankster artist with mommy and daddy issues. No way at all.

Keefe squeezed his hand. “You ready to go out there?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Let’s go then.” Keefe nodded to Dex, who was standing by the controls, ready to move. Dex nodded back, and deafening cheers erupted as Fitz, in his royal blue suit, came into view from beyond the real curtains. Keefe patted his back and slipped to the side to let him pass. Fitz flashed his pretty smile, masking the pain and fear. ————

“Evelyn Tanaka, I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Vacker.” The girl curtsied in front of him.

He offered a modest and seemingly genuine bow and smile. “You look lovely tonight, Ms. Tanaka.”

She swatted his arm playfully. “I’m sure you’ve told that to all the girls here.”

Fitz put his hand on his chest, playfully mocking taking offense to her comment. “Of course not, Ms. Tanaka. Us Vackers have morals, laws, and tastes. I would never be so rude as to reuse a compliment. I give them out the those who deserve it.”

Evelyn blushed and spun around so Fitz could get a full view of her dress and hair. “I take it that means that I’m to your taste?”

“Very much so. Care for a drink?” He extended his hand and she gladly accepted, earning plenty of jealous glares. Biana came to the rescue, jumping into conversation with the group of girls nearest to them and talking on and on about the latest fashion trends in Atlantis. Fitz sent her a grateful look, glad he would have a little more space to figure out what he was going to do.

Evelyn was a nice girl, and clearly very kind and powerful. Endearing, even. But Fitz had his heart sent on a certain ineligible bachelor.

Keefe was watching from across the room, half heartedly flirting with some of the girls who had lost hope in winning Fitz over, just like him. They locked eyes, trying to communicate all the words they might never get to say. A frown turned to a scowl on Keefe’s face as he excused himself from the conversation and stormed outside into the utopia-like grounds. Fitz didn’t understand why when he realized that Evelyn had closed in, adjusting his tie.

“I’m really sorry, Evelyn, my friend stepped out for a bit and he looked sick, I’m gonna go check on him. Save me a dance?”

“Of course!” Evelyn leaped for joy, and went to find a friend of hers to tell her of her supposed victory.

He rushed outside, fiddling with the ring box that his father had given him just in case he found the “right one.” It was so tempting to give it to Keefe, but with the amount of time it took to recognize his feelings, he wasn’t quite sure either of them were ready for such a big leap.

At last, he found Keefe, legs dangling from a sturdy tree branch. “Oh, you’re here,” he said coldly. His voice was almost apathetic.

Fitz’s eyes welled with tears, his mind a storm of emotions that he was sure Keefe could sense from the few feet that separated them. Fitz got a running start and climbed onto the branch beside his.

Keefe chanced a glance at him, and immediately wished he hadn’t. Fitz was silently crying, shoulders shaking, and gasping for air. Because of him. The angry facade slipped away and he climbed to the next branch to sit beside him and pull him into a side hug. Fitz leaned on his shoulders and took the tissue that Keefe offered. He cleaned his face up, but his eyes were still red and puffy, and he was sobbing without tears.

Fitz reminisced about all the tragedies and battles they had fought in there years on this Earth, and yet nothing beat this. Keefe rocked him gently. “You ready to talk about it?”

He chuckled bitterly, but had take a gulp of air. “What is there to say?”

Keefe tugged slightly on the fairy lights in the tree and looked off into the distance, still rubbing circles onto his back consolingly. “A lot of things. Mainly us and.... where tonight is going?”

The hesitancy in his voice was blatant, and it frightened him. Despite it being a relatively cloudless night, Fitz was shivering. There were so things that could go wrong: his family looking down on him, his family’s image crumbling, the shame of a bad match, and a million other things that crashed and mixed with the other concerns swirling around in his mind, like a tropical storm transforming into a hurricane.

Fitz tried to focus on Keefe’s expression and body language, to read him and see into his brain. No telepathy. That’s crossing the line. Instead, he focused on Keefe’s features, which were much more prominent in the moonlight. His expression was pained, and his eyes held the sorrow of trillions of widows and widowers alike. His hair practically glowed, and seemed more unruly than usual, like waves raging in a storm. There was a war going on in his mind, and he wasn’t strong enough to make it out alive. Not alone, at least. But still, Fitz needed to set the record straight - or rather not straight.

Impulsively, Fitz seized Keefe’s wrist and finds his vein. “Do you want me to call off the Gala? For you?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” Keefe tried to pull out of Fitz’s vice grip, but he held strong, still gentle enough not to hurt him. “Why would you it off? This is one of the biggest events of your life.”

Fitz sighed, his heart rate picking up. He was going to have to be blunt about it. “Do you like me? Romantically?”

“What? No!” he squeaked.

And his heart skipped three beats.

One for guilt. One for fear. And one like a held breath.

“You liar,” Fitz accused, but he said it with a breathy laugh, full of relief. Releasing his arm, he wrapped him in a tight hug and murmured into his shoulder. “I like you too, dummy.”

Keefe’s eyes were widened in surprise, and his response was rather delayed, but he hugged him back, resting his chin on top of Fitz’s head. “You couldn’t have given me a few hints?”

“I asked you to hold my hand!”

“Yeah, but you could’ve meant that platonically. Be more clear, Fitzy,” Keefe teased, pulling back a bit to boop his nose.

Fitz blushed furiously. They had reached the eye of the hurricane. It was calm. Safe. Serene. “Well, are you gonna kiss me or not, idi-”

Keefe didn’t wait for the end of the sentence as he tilted Fitz’s chin up and gently pressed their lips together. They grinned, but didn’t break the kiss. It was a picture perfect moment, something taken right from a fairytale. A tidbit from a could-have-been.

But it was over all too soon, and a gasp from just beyond them sent them tumbling into the storm once more. Fitz pulled away and his face went pale. He witnessed it. His father. Alden Vacker. Had witnessed him kissing his male best friend in a tree on the day of his Winnowing Gala.

“What is the meaning of this, Fitzroy?!”

“I can explain-”

“There is no explanation! You disgrace the Vacker name on a daily basis, why must you make it worse by playing these games?”

“Dad, it’s not a game-”

“It’s disgusting!”

“It’s LOVE, dad.”

“You’re fooling yourself! There are hundreds of girls ready to give you their everything and you waste your time with this blasphemy! This wouldn’t be happening if you’d just learn to control yourself.”

“I can’t control the way I feel!”

“You and I both know that’s not true. And you can still control how you act, just enough to save yourself and the rest of the Vackers the embarrassment!”

“Will you listen to me for once in your life?!” Fitz shouted. He was done with his father’s manipulation. “I am romantically attracted to Keefe. I like men. That’s the way I am, that’s the way I was born, that’s how I feel. I’m not in control of it, and I’m not going to accept any disrespect from anyone about this! Much less a lowlife like you!”

“You are not my son,” Alden spat, stomping his foot on the ground.

“And you aren’t welcome here,” Della snarled. Her jaw was clenched and it was clear she was about to go in for the kill. Edaline stood behind her supportively, looking just as deadly with a string of fairy lights coiled in her hands threateningly.

“Radelle, Eda, surely you see-”

“The only place you be seeing yourself is off of my property,” Della countered.

Alden scoffed in disbelief. “I believe you mean OUR property, dear.”

“Then you forget who the Vacker name really belongs to.” Edaline handed Della the coil of fairy lights. “You take care of him, I’ll start sending the girls home.”

“Gladly,” Della said through clenched teeth, before turning to the boys. “You two can have a sleepover tonight, I’ll bake some treats. But remember, behave.” Fitz could’ve sworn he saw his mother wink before she forcefully escorted Alden out of Everglen. HIs mind was incapable of forming full thoughts.

“Sleepover, huh?” Keefe hopped down from the tree. “Sounds like we could cause some chaos.” Keefe opened his arms in expectation.

“First of all, do NOT make a mess in my room,” Fitz started. “Second of all, there’s no way I’m dropping down there. You won’t catch me.”

“Aw, come on, Fitzy. Aren’t relationships about trust?”

“Wait, so you’re comfortable with the label of ‘boyfriend’?”

“Yes, Fitzroy Avery, but that’s besides the point. I wanna carry you upstairs. Drop down and get on my back.”

Fitz cringed at the sound of his name, but dropped down anyway, clinging to Keefe’s back for his dear life.

“Onwards!” He cheered as he gave Fitz a piggy back ride all the way to his room. ——————

Fitz smiled down at the boy relaxing in his lap, lovingly combing his fingers through the boy’s blonde locks. This must be what makes life so divine. This is what euphoria is. The little gems of life where you cherish others with every fiber of your being. This is happiness. He’s what I want. Keefe leaned towards Fitz’s touch, his mind clearing plagued by other thoughts. “What’s wrong?” Fitz asked. “And no beating around the bush. I want to know what’s really bothering you.” When Keefe didn’t talk, he added, “You’re going to have to open up sooner or later, babe. I don’t want to be left out of the circle. I want you to let me in.”

“You don’t want to know the storm growing inside of me,” Keefe rasped, blinking back a few tears. “It’s too dangerous. And I don’t want to risk losing you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he smiled sadly. “Keefe, you could never lose me over sharing your thoughts and feelings. This relationship is a two-way street - you open up to me and I open up to you. And... we all have storms, they’re just a little different. Some people might have thunderstorms, while others have hurricanes, and some might just have some windy days. But that doesn’t invalidate it. A storm is a storm, and a problem is a problem, regardless of the size and severity.”

“Getting poetic, are we?” Keefe joked, before biting his lip. “Sorry. I guess it wouldn’t kill to tell you some things.”

“Take as long as you need to. You don’t have to tell me everything at once, if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Sighing, he gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts. “I... just hated being around them. I couldn’t stand the way they expected me to fit into this perfect mold, or their version of perfect.”

“I hated how they only talked to me when they thought I was doing something wrong, something shameful. They made me feel like my best wasn’t enough. So... I stopped trying my best. I stopped obeying their stupid rules, I stopped thinking about what others would think of me. I wanted to be imperfect, and I wanted to shove it in their faces. I pranked, I ditched, I did anything I could to defy them. I was tired of being the circus puppet, so I cut my strings and stole the show.”

Fitz remained silent for a moment, Keefe shifting uncomfortably in his lap. He went to get up, but Fitz placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the thunderstorm.”

Keefe scoffed. “More like a whirlpool. And I don’t want you to drown with me.” “It won’t get that far,” Fitz insisted, concern emitting from him in waves. “I won’t let it.”

“And what can you do to stop it, Fitzy? The tides are turning, and absolutely no one is strong enough to steer the ship away.”

“You don’t know that. Keefe, I need you to have hope.”

“I knew it was a bad idea saying anything.”

Keefe closed his eyes from the sudden exhaustion, using what little energy he had left to turn to Fitz. “Can you emote a little quieter? I know I’m the light of your life, but you don’t need to worry about me that much.”

Oh, it was a whirlpool alright. But not in the way that Keefe imagined. Fitz’s heart pounded like a marching drum, as he reached into his back pocket.

Keefe opened an eye in mild curiosity. “What’re you doing?”

“Get up, I have something to offer.”

“Oh?” His mischievous smirk returned, the manner in which his eye was dazzling hinting how clever and evasive he thought he had been. “And what would that be?”

The sapphire on the ring, placed firmly in its royal blue velvet box, glimmered from the light of the chandelier, and Keefe practically stumbled back in shock.

Fitz roller his eyes amusedly. “I’m not proposing. Not yet, anyway. I’m making you a promise. A deal. And if you accept this ring, you agree to it.”

“Bribery, Avery dearest? I thought you were above that.”

Fitz’s lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile. “Think more negotiation.”

“Alright,” Keefe said, scooting closer in a criss cross position. “I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath before speaking up again. “Keefe, in giving you this ring, I am vowing to always be by your side, through thick and thin. I will respect your boundaries, and let you open up on your own time. I will let you in just as much as you let me in. I will express myself just like you do. I promise to be with you no matter the weather.”

“Then I’ll be your lighthouse in the darkness,” Keefe responded softly.

Fitz slipped the ring onto Keefe’s finger. To no one’s surprise, it was a perfect fit.

“It looks good on you,” Fitz complimented before a realization flashed by his eyes. “But if you don’t like it, we can find another!”

“It’s perfect,” he reassured him. “You’re perfect.”

Fitz hid his face to cover his blush. “So you promise? Through turbulence and tranquility?”

They interlocked their fingers.

“Always.”

#so that was terrible-#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #keefitz #Cade’s writing #imma make a tag system eventually

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sydsaint · 2 years ago

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Rizz master Danny G 💜

Summary: The reader keeps running into Daniel. And their conversations are always fun.

You're running late to Dynamite on account of your Uber getting lost. The show has already been on the air for half an hour when you finally arrive and hurry backstage. You quickly type out a text to Wheeler, letting him know where you are.

"Well well well, slow down there, sweetheart." Angelo Parker stops you backstage when he sees you trying to hurry by.

"Ugh," You look up from your phone. "Not you two stooges." You glance between Angelo and Matt. "Where's the third stooge? Too busy kissing Jericho's ass to hang out with his buddies anymore?"

Your snark earns a chuckle from Matt, but Angelo remains stoic. "Funny," He sneers at you. "Where are you off to in such a hurry, dollface? You ain't running off to your Blackpool Combat Club buddies so soon, are you?" He asks you.

"Well, they are certainly better company than you fools," You laugh. "Now can you move? Or do I have to go through you?" You set a hand on your hip and challenge Angelo's willingness to keep you.

Angelo stares at you for a few seconds before he eventually gives in. He looks like he's about to move off to the side when the star of the show graces you with his presence.

"Damn, Y/N. You ain't even been here ten minutes and you're already in a bitchy mood?" Daniel pops up between Angelo and Matt. "But, I guess having to pretend to be interested in that loser Wheeler Yuta would do that to any girl." He flashes you a smug smile.

"Oh, and the prodigal son returns!" You roll your eyes. "You know it was nice of you to remove yourself from Chris Jericho's ass for a moment so the three stooges could reunite, Danny."

Daniel laughs and steps in front of Matt and Angelo. "So snarky tonight, Y/N," He licks his lips, taking a moment to look you up and down. "Keep that fire going baby. I love a challenge."

"Ew," You sneer, wrinkling your nose in disgust. "Get over yourself, ladies man." You push his chest with your hand and move Daniel off to the side of you. "You aren''t as cute as you think you are, Garcia."

"I know," Daniel replies. "I'm even cuter." He winks at you. "And you're into me, Y/N. You just don't want to admit it. But don't stress about it baby. Imma make you mine soon enough."

You roll your eyes again and walk past the three stooges. "In your dreams, playboy." You shout behind yourself as you turn the corner out of sight.

Later into the night you're hanging at ringside with Wheeler whiile Mox and Claudio are in a tag match against Penta and PAC. Wheeler stands guard while you lean against the corner of the ring casually.

"Yuta, come on, relax," You notice the tense look on Wheeler's face. "You're stressing me out over here."

"Sorry, Y/N." Wheeler stops pacing and comes to a stop in front of you. "It's just, I have a bad feeling about being out here." He explains.

You push off the ring post and put a hand on Wheeler's shoulder. "Why? We've got nothing to worry about, Yuta. Mox and Claudio are gonna beat Pac and Penta. Then we'll be back in the safety of the locker room before you know it." You assure him.

"Right. I guess if you're not worried." Yuta nods.

You mimic his nod and go back to leaning against the ring post. The action in the ring ends with Mox picking up the win by pinning Pac. The bell rings and you wait for Mox and Claudio to finish up their gloating when suddenly the JAS theme plays over the speaker system.

"Oh, god," You glance up the ramp to see Angelo and Matt heading down the ramp with Daniel at thier side.

Wheeler wastes no time in posting back up at your side at the JAS comes down the ramp. Matt and Angelo make a B-line for Mox and Claudio. This leaves Daniel a clear path to you and Wheeler.

"Man, you just don't know when to quit, do you, Garcia?" You ask Daniel as he comes around the corner, a smug look gracing his face.

"Nope," Daniel replies. "It's part of my charm." He winks at you.

Wheeler steps in front of you puffed out chest, ready to defend you. "Leave her alone, Garcia."

"Go help Mox and Claudio, Wheeler." You stop him with a shake of your head.

"But-" Wheeler protests.

You shake your head again and point to the ring. "Go! I can handle Daniel." You assure him.

Wheeler slips into the ring with a nod and you turn back to Daniel.

"Damn, didn't take you long to train him, huh, Y/N." Garcia jokes with a grin. "Does he carry your bags and come when he's called too?"

"He does," You reply cooly. "Why? You looking to be ordered around, Garcia? I thought Chris was already handling that for you? Or is it Sammy Guevara that's got you on a leash now?" You ask him with a smug grin.

Daniel scoffs with a half-smile. "I'd watch my mouth, dollface. Before it lands you in trouble." He warns you.

"Ooo, I'm shaking," You laugh. "Please, Garcia. I've been more scared of bad airplane food than you. You've lost your edge, Danny."

"Have I now?" Daniel steps towards you and you unconsciously take a step back. "You know I bet this whole bad bitch thing you got going on is all an act." He suggests. "I bet behind closed doors you ain't so tough."

Your back hits the ring corner back but you don't back down. "You couldn't handle me behind closed doors, Daniel." You assure him.

"Yeah? Wanna bet?" Daniel replies sharply, his gaze switching from your lips to your eyes a few times.

Before things can go any further Wheeler's got ahold of your arm and is pulling you to safety. Daniel turns sharply on his heel and glares at Wheeler. You laugh at his anger and back up the ramp with Wheeler, Mox, and Claudio.

"Looks like I win this one, Garcia!" You shout at him. "See you around, Danny!" You wave to him as you walk off.

"Damn it," Danny muttered as he watched your retreating form, your taunts echoing through his mind. This wouldn't be the last time your paths would cross, Danny would make sure of it.

#aew #wrestling #aew dynamite #aew dark #aew fanfiction #all elite wrestling #aew elevation #aew imagine #aew wrestling #daniel garcia #jericho apreciation society #blackpool combat club

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oh-no-a-whovian · 3 years ago

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Two more lonely people Part 3

Lemon 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) thinking nsfw later on, idk yet but imma tag it as such. Any others let me know please. Because of the recent ios bs I will be using the old citrus system.

Word count: 4219

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Herbs and spices waft through the air around the casita as you approach, the strong scents making you sneeze a few times as you adjust. Every damn time! Dolores tries to hide her amusement at your predicament, covering her mouth as she stifles a laugh.

“Laugh it up Doll.” You say as you rub at your nose furiously. “You’ve had to hear half the babies being made in this town. We both have downsides to our ‘abilities’”

“Yeah, yeah.” she rolls her eyes. “Try not to get caught. I’ll see if anyone needs help.” Your friend tells you as she wanders off toward the kitchen.

Breathing deeply, you make your way up to the painting that you’re sure hides the way to Bruno. You make sure no one will see you as you enter the wall, listening and looking out for any sign of movement in your direction. You’re not willing to be the reason he’s revealed to his family before he’s ready.

Gently you pull at the side of the painting, surprised at how it swings open so easily. The hole behind it is dark and barely looks big enough to even allow a person in but you can see a floor in the narrow space so you squeeze in. Dust floats through the air and spider webs hang above you as your eyes adjust to the dim light of the narrow corridor inside the wall.

You take your first steps hesitantly, noticing the bare boards and cracks in the walls and floor, threatening to break at any time. A musky smell floats through the air as you make your way through the path in the wall, the scent overpowering the smell of food that floats through the cracks from just the other side of the boards. Pipes and wires run through the space and loose nails stick out at precarious angles, more than one trying to tear at your skirt or impale your hand. It almost seems like a maze as you make your way through, curving in different directions.

The house looks normal and stable in any one of the rooms, so why does this space look so damaged? Doesn’t the magic maintain it? Shouldn’t it be perfect inside and out? Does this have something to do with the cracks that Mirabel said nearly tore the house down after Antonio’s gift ceremony? You feel uneasy as you run your fingers along a crack, your brow furrowed at the attempts to fix it, each part filled with spackle. Should you tell someone?

You stagger to a halt at the edge of a massive pit, so dark it seems almost bottomless and filled with an eery mist. God knows what would have happened if you hadn’t been paying attention to each and every step you took. You sniff at the air, checking if you should go down or try to make your way across the pit, the scent of the man you’re seeking floating across the gap, locked into the wooden beams from years of him passing through, telling you exactly how he crosses each time.

You breathe deep as you back up, hoping that you don’t lose anything in the basket when you make the jump across the gap. With three big leaps you cross the pit, stumbling as you land but steadying yourself, so you don’t fall and lose everything.

Eventually you come across a makeshift door, ropes holding the board in place so it can swing open and shut. Tiny squeaks sound out on the other side of the board, silencing when you knock upon the old wood. You can hear shuffling in the room, but you can tell he’s not approaching the door. Probably hiding instead or thinking that if he’s quiet whoever has found the door will think the room empty.

“Bruno” you call out as you push the door open a little. “it’s me.”

You cast your eyes across the room as the door swings open. Many eyes are locked on you, including a pair of green ones, their owner holding onto the armchair as he hides behind it.

“hi” you smile as you slowly step fully into the room, holding the basket in front of your legs. “Quite the place you’ve made for yourself here”

“Hmm yeah, it’s uh a fixer upper” Bruno says, pretending that he wasn’t hiding by leaning nonchalantly over the back of the chair. “Which you should probably…” he gestures to the door, his hand falling as one of the rats climbs onto your head again. Probably realised it’s not gonna be that easy. You smile.

“I brought you something” you tell him before he tries to kick you out, holding the basket up for him. “it’s not much, some food, a few shirts, a nice blanket I saw in the markets, and a glass bottle of water.”

“Why?” he asks with furrowed brows as he slowly approaches, glancing at the weaved basket in your hands. He flinches as he takes the basket from you, his fingers brushing against yours.

“Why not?” you counter.

You watch him as he hesitantly carries the basket to his chair, placing it down and glancing back at you as he looks through it. You’re surprised that he didn’t try to reject your gifts, telling you it isn’t necessary and that you should just leave. Going by how people have spoken about him over the years he probably doesn’t want to add rude to the list.

As you look around Bruno’s space you notice something on the table by the wall. Just a little spot of colour on the plain wooden surface and as you approach it to get a better look your heart breaks. A little design like the plates the Madrigals use, with his name on is drawn crudely onto the table in chalk. Your fingers hover over it, not touching as you admire it. Your heart hurts at the sight of it and shatters when you notice the crack in the wall looking over the dining table of casita. He just wants to be with his family. He must feel so incredibly alone.

You hear his heart race a little and you turn to see him staring at you, one of the shirts you got him clasped in his hands. His eyes look so tired and sad, large dark circles making them look sunken. He probably hasn’t seen the sun in ages and god knows if he’s getting enough food. Is it wrong to want to just hug him right now?

“I uh hope you like the stuff… I brought some food, and that bag of oats and dried berries is for your rats, though I notice you have a lot more than the four from last night.” You ramble, lifting the rat from your head, sighing as it holds onto your hair, pulling as you remove it. “I should probably get going… someone probably noticed me arrive and they might start questioning where I’ve gone.” You smile, handing him the rat and moving toward the door.

As you open the door to leave, he takes your hand in his, a small smile on his lips. “Umm thanks… for… thanks” he says shyly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand without thinking. You glance down at his hand holding yours with a tilt of your head and parted lips. Your heart races at the feeling and you don’t want to pull away from him. “Oh! S-so-sorry!” he gasps, pulling his hand from yours when he realises that he was holding onto you too long. Rubbing his hand on the back of his head as he looks away from you, casting his eyes to the ground.

Gently though, you place your finger under his chin, making him look up at you as you smile at him. “It’s ok. I’ll see about coming back in a couple days with some more hmmm? If you don’t mind the company?” you see his eyes darken and notice as his whole body seems to react to the touch, is lips parting as his heart race. You hadn’t thought that he would react like that, and the realisation goes straight to the space between your legs, though you’re not sure why. “I should get going” you tell him, dropping your hand from his chin. Part of you wants to keep it there, to feel the scratch of the stubble on his chin.

“Uh ye-yeah, of course” he says shaking his head. “See ya round” he smiles awkwardly as he allows you to walk out the door.

As you make your way back through the path in the wall, you question and berate your body the whole way. It’s probably been years since he’s even had physical contact, it makes sense for his body to react certain ways but for you? Why is it the moment you noticed how he reacted, your body reacted in kind? Pooling between your legs and making your heart race. You’ve known him since you were little, what the hell is your body thinking? Why’d you even lift his chin like that?

The amazing smell of food re-enters your nose as you climb out of the hole in the wall, setting the painting back into place against the wall as if nothing moved it. There’s no one around as far as you can tell, everyone focusing on their own things.

As you walk back along a flickering catches your eye and you frown at the sight. The doors leading to each room dims on and off, the magic in each seeming to die just a little.

Ahead of you, Mirabel races down the steps from Bruno’s tower and heads around along the balcony toward her room, not even spotting you as she stares into her bag. A green glow emanates from her satchel, barely stifled as she hurriedly shuts it.

You listen from a distance, your head tilted as Alma seems to question Mirabel about where she’s come from, suspicion lacing her tone. She’s acting the like the younger girl is the cause of all their problems, that everything that’s going wrong is because of her. Louisa running up in tears claiming that she’s losing her powers right after talking with Mirabel really doesn’t help.

Mirabel tries to explain herself, saying she’s just trying to help the family and figure out what’s wrong, but abuela is having none of it. For a moment the young girl looks dejected at her abuela’s harsh words, but determination takes control once more the moment the older woman walks away.

“You have any idea what’s going on Dolores?” you smirk. You caught the scent almost immediately as she started to sneak up on you, staying just out of your sight and quiet as a mouse as you watched the exchange across the landing.

“You always know.” She squeaks, huffing as she rises to her full height. “Something is wrong with the magic of casita. Abuela is putting on a brave face, but she is afraid that we are losing the magic.”

“she’s acting like it’s Mirabel’s fault though.” You mention. You notice Augustine wander into his daughter’s room, probably to tell her that dinner is ready, the door drifting closed behind him. Dolores stares at the door, listening to what they’re saying, and you watch her as concern crosses her features. You can barely hear what they’re saying, muffled words about a prophecy from Bruno and not telling anyone until the dinner is over.

Slowly the door hiding them creaks open, revealing you to them. You wave with a grimace as Dolores tells them she knows what they were talking about, squeaking and walking off to dinner.

“you’re not gonna tell, are you?” you cautiously ask her as you follow her down to the dining room.

“I have to. I can’t just not tell anyone about THAT”

You glare at the back of her head at her words. Can keep her mouth shut for ten years and let her uncle just sit alone in the walls but can’t keep this quiet for a few hours.

Mirabel runs up beside you and watches you and Dolores like a hawk as you take your seats at the table. You have no intention to say anything, but you can tell Dolores beside you is fighting the urge to tell her brother as he takes his seat to her left.

As Mirabel focuses her attention on her cousin, you feel another set of eyes on you, sending warm shivers up your back. You glance up at the artwork on the wall, their family tree for all to see in radiant colours. You and the girl to your left are the only ones that know about the man just the other side of that painting. You almost wish you were on that side instead of at this table, pretending to be excited for this proposal. Hoping no one is looking, you smile up at the painting, your eyes locked on the crack where the man behind can see it’s for him.

Just below the art, abuela Alma chats away with Mariano’s mother, laying it on thick with wine and nice words. A jug is passed in front of Mirabel’s face, and you watch as disaster slowly unfurls. Your friend leans over to tell her brother what she had heard and along it went, each person telling the person next and a wave of concern moving closer to Alma.

Mirabel tries to stop the news from reaching her Abuela, trying to get Mariano to propose to Isabela as soon as possible. Unfortunately, her plan goes even more awry. Louisa is asked to get the piano and returns crying as she fights the weight of the massive instrument, unable to move it as her powers fail. Mirabel launches under the table and Dolores takes the moment of chaos to shout her gossip to everyone and across the table in front of you a glowing green tablet slides toward the elder of the household.

She stares at the prophecy in horror, glancing between it and the girl who was trying to hide it. The girl who is in it.

Around the room cracks shatter across the floor and walls, the world seeming to rumble surrounding the casita as it starts to fall apart. Extreme rain clouds spread from Peppa, covering all near her in icy water. The door across from you swings open revealing others from the town ready to join the celebrations, their faces turning to concern as they see the catastrophe before them.

The animals with Antonio race out of the building, followed by Mariano and his mother, Alma begging for them to come back, telling them everything is fine and the rest of the family berating Mirabel as they pass her. As you make your way around the table to leave, sudden movement of the green glow catches your eyes.

Several rats each grab a piece of the vision, racing away to return them to their owner within the walls. He saw that whole thing from the crack in the wall, watching in horror as his family seems to tear itself apart before his eyes.

The rodents catch Mirabel’s attention as well as they run past her with the pieces, and she follows them closely toward the painting. You consider following her for a moment to make sure she’s ok. She seemed so afraid as her abuela saw the tablet, knowing what it looked like to any who saw it. you didn’t get a clear view of it but in the green glow you could see cracks and Mirabel standing at the centre, the cause of what is to happen. I can’t really be her fault though… can it?

You really don’t know what to do. You run your hand through your hair, listening as Alma shouts for Mirabel. You lean with a hand on the table, watching as abuela Madrigal passes the doorway to find her granddaughter. You don’t know how to help them. They may not be blood but they’re family.

With a saddened sigh, you decide to clear your head, walking out of the house and down the hill into the tree line. The jungle will always help you ease your thoughts.

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Bruno’s POV

He’d watched as chaos ensued at dinner. The damned prophecy that he had destroyed for a reason, making its way in front of his mother. The cracks tearing their way through the walls as his family panicked. The moment he saw that blasted piece of stone he sent his rats out to gather the parts so he can hide them from his mama. The last ten years in the walls was to protect his niece. What if it’s all been for nothing.

The only good thing he saw during the dinner was the small smile he knew was meant for him. The beautiful eyes unknowingly meeting his through the gap in the painting. His heart raced as she’d brought him the basket and as she lifted his chin to look in his eyes, he practically melted into the touch. The shame he felt for wanting more of her touch was painful. The way his body reacted to her warmth…

He shakes away his thoughts as he waits for his rats to return from their mission. fiddling with the fraying edge of his ruana as he peeks around the corner to the painting, each of his rats returning a part of the shattered vision. His heart falters as he looks to the painting to make sure it’s closed, his niece Mirabel standing there instead, staring at him.

He tried to get away and hide again, avoid explaining himself, terrified of how his family will react upon seeing him again. He’s gone hiding for ten long years, watching his family grow as he sat alone in the shadows. His niece seeking the truth put an end to that, especially once she fell into the pit that he thought was way deeper than it is.

Mirabel questioned him, demanding answers he didn’t really know how to give. Why he’d left but stayed. What his prophecy means for her and the family.

Just like [Y/N], Mirabel noticed the crack to the dining room and his little drawing on the table that he’d made when he felt truly lonely. He’d wanted to come back so many times, but eventually it just felt too late to come back. His heart has ached all these years, wishing he was experiencing it all with the ones he loves.

He did it to protect Mirabel. He knew how his mama would react when she saw the vision and he was right. He just hopes the second viewing of his prophecy will reveal something for the young girl.

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[Y/N]’s POV

Amazing new plants sprout from nowhere, as you walk back toward the casita. You’d wandered down to the river, splashing your face with the cool waters.

Carnivorous vines and spiked plants fill the edges of the jungle and plumes of coloured powder cover your skirt as you bump into the taller plants. The new scents of pollen and sap fill your nose, nearly making you sneeze again. But the plants disappear as quick as they came, shrinking back into nothing and easing you irritated nose.

A horrible sound echoes through the trees and you speed up, launching over fallen trees and nearly tripping on vines as you race back to the Madrigal’s home. Massive rumbling fills the air as cracks shatter across the ground as you run toward the side of the house. The mountain straight down the centre of town breaks in half with a thunderous sound, massive stones falling down the centre of the new cliff. The people in the town scream and scatter as the world seems to tear itself apart around them.

As you reach the top of the hill, you’re knocked over by someone with a bucket on their head launching out of the wall, rolling you back down the incline. you groan as you look up, your eyes locking with his before you both turn to the destruction up the slope. He doesn’t move as you watch, too shocked to register he’s even still on top of you.

You try to focus on the building as it tears itself down but the feeling of Bruno on top of you keeps pulling your mind away, hyper focusing on the warmth and the weight and the scent of him. Not the time!

The tower crumbles before your eyes, massive chunks falling in toward the courtyard. High up where the candle sits, Mirabel reaches desperately trying to save the eternal flame and her home. The vision she had found coming true to everyone’s horror, the building shattering before their eyes and the candle dying.

A mass of the building falls outward toward you, breaking into big pieces as it rolls down the hill with threatening force. Without thinking you roll, placing yourself above Bruno as you shift. The massive chunks of building smash into your side as you tuck yourself around the man, protecting him from harm.

You can feel his wide eyes on you as you whine in pain, pressing your snout down into his neck as you try to bear the agony, another chunk smacking into your side with a crunch. You’re sure there’s something broken, your side aches and something feels so wrong, grinding against itself with each breath.

“Por favor, [Y/N], tell me you’re ok” you hear Bruno ask when the rumble of devastation finally ends, his voice muffled by your fur. He reaches up and nudges your side and you growl in warning, just the little movement sending shock waves throughout your body.

Breathing in deeply to steady yourself, his scent filling your nose, you find the strength to shift back. Your human body is pressed flush against his, your legs straddling his hips and your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you bite back the pain. You feel like your body would enjoy being this close to him if not for your nerves sending jolts of sharp agony through-out your body.

“I think somethings broken.” You tell him breathlessly, trying not to cry into his ruana from the sharp jolts of your nerves on fire. You can feel his hands hovering at your sides, trying not to touch you but not knowing what else to do.

“I need to get you to Julieta; she can heal you.” He tries to lift you off but can barely move you, your weight and not wanting to hurt you preventing him from picking you up.

“I’ll be fine.” You yelp as you roll off him onto your back, pressing your hand to your ribs. “You need to go, find Mirabel and your mother. I know she wouldn’t have done this. They need to know it’s not her fault.”

“b-but what about…” he stutters out, gesturing toward you as he kneels to your left. You know he just wants to help you, but you don’t feel as important in this moment, even with broken bones.

“I can find Julieta. I just need a minute.” You glare at him as he just sits there, debating in his mind about leaving you here alone. “I’m a wolf Bruno” you tell him, hissing as you pull yourself to your feet, him rising alongside you. Gently you reach out and grab his hand, pulling his attention away from the wound on your side. “I promise, I’ll be fine.”

Looking into your eyes, he nods and reluctantly pulls away, stopping himself from launching back toward you to stop you from falling when you stumble forward. you breathe out shakily as you take a step toward the crumbled remains of casita.

“i-I’ll be back, ok?” he tells you once he’s sure you’ll make it, reaching into his pocket and throwing salt over his shoulder. he’s such a caring soul, staying by his family and making sure they’re safe. you watch him race off, mumbling to him self about what he’s gonna say to his mum when he finds her.

You stumble your way up to the remains of the house, following the sound of the Madrigals calling out for Mirabel. You place a hand against the only sturdy wall, holding yourself up while you hobble forward. You call out for help, crying as your ribs shift again. Just breathing hurts and moving is debilitating.

“I just heard something!” you hear Camilo shout to his family. You try to call again but you can barely breathe as you lean against the stone. “[Y/N]! over here! What happened? Were you in the house?” he asks.

“Oh my god, [Y/N]!” Isabela and her mother say in unison as they round the corner, rushing to your side just as Camilo had.

“I was down the side, some of the building fell…” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. “Something is broken.”

“I can’t heal you” Julieta tells you, shaking her head and glancing to where you have your hand pressed. “Our powers are gone.”

“Fucking great” you groan sarcastically. Losing your fight against the pain, the world goes dark. The last thing you feel are three sets of hands catching you.

A/N: this took a while! I have had an amazing amount of attention on this series, and I love you all! Thank you to the people who commented on the terms of endearment post! Some amazing info from that perspective! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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andromedaexists · 2 years ago

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WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝 || 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢!

I'm writing this update before heading into surgery, so I won't have fully accurate update number for y'all this week. Sorry!

I will say that I am over 25k words overall! That is half of my minimum word count, and it looks like imma finish this book a lot sooner than I thought I would

Y'all are just so nice to me, it motivates me a bit too much lol

I was planning to spend a year writing this book, but at this pace I should be done by the end of the year!

Anyways, the excerpts are under the cut as always!

Excerpt from the fic-turned-plot point:

Icarus wiped roughly at his tears with one hand, the other going to grab at the hand on his chest. He tried to pull it away, get the hand away from him so that he could put some distance between himself and the body at his back. He shouldn’t be seen like this; he needs space to compose himself. Instead, the arms around him got tighter. They seemed to squeeze away any resistance that Icarus had within him. Achilles wasn’t going to let him go. So he wept. For the first time in over a decade, Icarus wept in the arms of someone who cared for him. He let everything out through his tears; the pain he felt back then, the abuse he had to endure, the loneliness of the last ten year, and the pain he was having to relive every night that the damn dream plagued his mind. Eventually the tears stopped coming, leaving Icarus’ throat raw and his eyes sore. A calm feeling of numbness was starting to creep over him as he tapped gently at the arms around him.

ooo and another!!

Icarus tilted his head up, acknowledging that he was listening as Thanatos continued, “I found someone to get us information. Someone from within the ranks of the Elysians.” He couldn’t help but flinch at that. An Elysian? Working with the people who want to put an end to the hierarchal system that puts them in power? There’s no way. He was just about to voice that thought when a figure stepped out from the door that led to his bedroom. Icarus felt his breaths start to quicken as the person walked into the living room. He saw the blonde hair. The golden tan skin. The whisper of scars interlacing up the arms. The all-black Elysian Ensemble. The eyes, widened in horror that must mirror his. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as the person walked towards him. This wasn’t just some Elysian that could get them information, this was Apollon – his sunshine. He kept staring. Even as Apollon was stopped by Achilles, who had stood up and placed himself between the two. Even as he heard far away voices throw accusations at the Elysian. Even as Andromeda kneeled down beside him and forced him to look at them.

And another one for good measure since imma be out for a few days lol

He glared up at Apollon from where he was curled up in Andromeda’s hold, spiting out “You need something I can’t give you. I don’t have any more to give.” And he didn’t. He wasn’t the man he used to be. He didn’t owe anyone an explanation or an apology for that, and he found that he didn’t want to give Apollon either of those anyways. The heaviness that was lifted earlier that morning on the rooftop was back, latching itself around his heart as he refused to give into the man before him. If his talk with Achilles had made him realize that he wanted to apologize for abandoning his old life and everyone in it, then this interaction with Apollon was making him realize that he was more spiteful than that. He could get fucked for all Icarus cared. The hatred that had begun pooling deep within him all those years ago came back to the surface, oozing into the glare he was sending the Elysian. That is what he was, after all. An Elysian. A part of the institution that Icarus would burn to the ground, leaving nothing – no one – behind.

And now that this scene is written, I can finally move onto the action! I told y'all this book would be about tearing down a corrupt police-state, and it is! We're setting up some of the fun shit now lol

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warriorsoftwiggenstein · 3 years ago

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——— BASICS !

(PEN)NAME: Twigg//Twiggy

PRONOUNS: she/her, but I often refer to myself with male terms so like...whateves.

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken :3c

——— THREE FACTS !

When I was younger I considered trying to do some sort of singing as a career. My dad was in a country band and I was told that my voice was very nice. I even got a solo part in my middle school chorus concert.

I’ve been drawing since I was about 8, when I met my best friend and eventual roommate. I saw some drawing she did and wanted to draw too, so I started out by copying her and then developing my own style. Now our styles are very different but we both still draw.

I met my husband on tumblr, we were both in random rp scenes and happened to start talking. He’s also the reason I even play ffxiv now.

——— EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS USED: mainly tumblr but I used to rp on gaiaonline through the forums and the private message system.

I wanna say I got into like...online rping through gaiaonline. But I really started to consider it a hobby when I joined tumblr back in 2010.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE !

GENDER: god no one would even believe me if I said male. I am absolutely addicted to making female ocs.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): imma be honest I don’t even know what this means.

MULTI OR SINGLE: Multi. all of my rp blogs are multimuse. I cannot stop myself.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF: Fluff is such a nice thing to thread when you just need to feel warm fuzzies.

ANGST: Angst is my BREAD AND BUTTER. I could rp angst all fuckin day.

SMUT: Even back when I did it more I didn’t even do it often. idk I’m not against it but I’d have to really like...connect with the person before I’d do a smut thread.

PLOT / MEMES: both have their own merits. I defo like plotting things out, but sometimes you can’t deny that a good meme has massive thread potential.

tagged by: @starxxtravelers

tagging: @tornscale, @fellcleave-addicts

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rayshippouuchiha · 4 years ago

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I know I am late to the tagging discourse here but I just wanted to add a little (or a lot) of info.

The tagging system is flawed but better than nothing.

I remember ff.net. I actually remember BEFORE ff.net when fanfic was just floating around on either yahoo groups or on individual pages and you had to search with a very beta Google and pray that you won’t find something you are not prepared for (10 year old me was NOT prepared to find Sailer Moon hentai comics of poor Usagi with and Octopus)

But again tags are flawed. Like hashtags on tumblr one spelling error when filling out the tagging group when an author submits a fic and it won’t get filtered out when readers use the filters:

I dislike readerX fic because I find seeing y/n in a fic really takes me out of the experience.

So I filter out reader and reader-insert tags. But most authors don’t actually use those filters. So when I get into a fandom I filter out reader/most popular char (eg Kakashi/reader, Sasuke/Reader, Naruto/reader) to at least filter it down a bit. But there will still be some that get through.

Likewise, say I want to filter out hurt comfort (ha!) some people use different tags instead of the main hurt/comfort tag, such as “hurt Naruto”. And sometimes they tag with a misspelling which adds a new tag, hrut/comfort.

In general AO3 groups together tags that mean the same thing eventually, but a single fic with a misspelling won’t be in the group. For example if someone searches for Kickass!Naruto, Badass!Naruto or BAMF!Naruto their search would find all three, likely filtered under a “Naruto is a Badass” tag.

Also, personally, somethings a completely random tag will intrigue me so much as to read a fic that the summary and or other tags didn’t draw me into. I recall and excellent fic that I nearly scrolled over until I saw the tag “dont worry the penguins definitely get away with the $20 million” and I was instantly intrigued.

Some authors have almost a mini story in their tags and I love it. There is a plethora of “no beta we die like x” tags which won’t all filter if you only use “no beta we die like men”. Umbrella Academy mostly uses “No Beta we die like Ben” but I’ve also see “No Beta we die like Vanya’a heterosexuality”.

“No Beta we die like Izuku’s bones” is a personal fav.

TLDR: tags on AO3 are the BEST even if they’re slightly flawed. I wish real books in the store had a few tags on the back cover instead of a blurb.

The only slight flaw is that tagging depends on things being spelt correctly and honestly after they’ve written a 20,000 word Naruto fic with intense Worldbuilding that makes canon look like childsplay imma forgive them for a misspelt tag while I’m digging in to that sweet sweet ambrosia.

And hell we can even get around some of the misspelling issues since AO3 will auto suggest tags for you. So that helps a lot.

But yeah I absolutely agree. The tagging ain’t perfect but it is a blessing compared to what once was.

#Fandom #Anonymous #RayRambles

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rurifangirl · 4 years ago

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chile, could ya explain the magic system in yo oc world more? im kinda confused w how it works👁👄👁

Oh boy, here we go bitches.

So as an intro to this, I said bout last oc post in Qiran's part that their fam was full of mages n shit, but also some of em weren't, n since they do have magic istelf Imma do more parts (3 parts)

First part- how does It all work (Humans/Mages)

First of all, not all of em have a connection with magic, for example Evelyn doesn't at all while Lyva does but only through a magical item so It doesn't really count.

Other then that, if you're born you can either be born with some kind of magic, or simply not. It all depends from your family's lineage, for example If you come from a family of mainly rougues it's hard to get some kind of magical power, while if your parents have both some kind of power or even if it's only one of em, it's more likely you'll end up with something really similar, or a mixture of the two. (In case both of your parents have magical powers of any sort.)

It also depends on where you're living, for example If you'd be born from a cold place it's unlikely ya'd have magma magic rather than snow magic.

Between humans/mages the system Is kinda the same, but that does change for Hybrids/Demi gods/anything that isn't born between the same species.

Between humans/mages it's more of how their ancestors managed to treat its powers, as some got even destroyed for not being worthy of its usage, so If anything at this point and time they're lucky about getting somethin.

Mages are far more cautious about It, having both a lot of hidden knowlege about spells or even origins of some types of magic, though that being the most "common" ones, (for example fire, water ect.), because it's not only them of course, there's far more variants and all are different from eachother.

They can also get stronger by the worshipping of certain gods, which I don't think I will really talk about, at least in this post. (And also because they're still a wip of mine)

But the gang until now really never relied on any of them, or at least Lyva/Rui n Naexi never really did, while the others absolutely did. This Is also why I will do another post as a sorta of a part 2.

Anyways back on topic, most people in all parts of my oc world aren't used to worshipping anymore, or at least a great part of It, mainly because of a loss of knowlege about anything about them.

It's kind of taboo even mentioning most gods names, as they fear something will go wrong if they would (*ahem*being suspicious n allarmin the cult*AHEM*). In fact it's hard to get on most religions because the only remains of It are extremely either hidden, or destroyed in the meanwhile.

I wanna say that another reason because the worshipping stopped Is also because of Rui's cult. Yes, remember that?

It's gonna be talked about on its own post, but let's just say that for them, it's a safe way to restrain anyone knowing far too much about how everything works.

They're the only ones owning most stuff about different coltures to avoid having them against their side,

If there's no worshippers, no knowlege, n more weak magic because people don't strengthen them, who's gonna go against em? (It'll turn out to be the shittiest idea they've ever had but that really did work for the longest time.)

Oh I think i forgot to mention this, but since magic goes lineage to lineage, It also weakenens as generations pass by, as THAT'S the reason they absolutely need those texts.

That's also the reason most humans struggle w keepin magic. Mages can manage, though it's a small portion, since sometimes not even what they've learned over generations works anymore.

Second part- how does It all work (Hybrids/Demi gods n stuff)

Oh boy, so, I'm also gonna use Shou n Naexi a lot here, so bear w me. As I said earlier, it's different from em, since it's not about lineage at all.

Apart that the union between different species Is both a taboo n seen as something "ashaming",so even if they had a child It was more likely they'd Hide It or leave It behind. So it's already a really, god-awful situation for them.

The magic works kinda randomly, in the sense that since the hybrid's nature is seen as unstable to begin w, there's no real critere to handle how the child born Is gonna turn out to be.

Sometimes it's really hard to notice, having yeah some features but can be hidden really easly, but other times Is just, a real mess between the two species, n the magic Is also uncontrollable, especially during their first years of life.

For example, in Shou's case he used to really switch a lot between em, that being the reason he later on prefers not to switch, n havin to learn as soon as possible how to learn how his magic n form would work w It, having again a lot of preassure comin from people he knew.

This Is unfortunatly a really common situation between most hybrids. And there's also no choise.

If you as an hybrid can control magic w/o anything to rely on then you can live, while if you cannot do It, it's a matter of time before you'd get zoned out by everyone and everything.

This Is a big issue, other than having everything fucked by the cult but that's another story.

Aight now bout demi-gods, they're also really not seen well. Most of them prefer not to interact at all with anything that Is not godly related, and in fact, most of em even refused to adknowledge their mortal parent, since they all have resentment over the sudden disappereance of all belivers.

If anything Naexi Is a weird one at that, as they did have a suddent interest in humans and ungodly creatures, though still recognized about how cruel any of them could've been, especially she's a demi-god and has a bad reputation at that.

The magic system Is relatively simple, they just get a certain amount of power from their god parent and are actually pretty capable of controlling them in confront of Hybrids.

That mainly comes from a special connection w their god parent's power, so in theory they're sort of devoted to them.

I wanna expand this when I'll do the gods post n finnaly introduce some of em (And potentially Naexi's mother👀), so I'll not go beyond this atm.

Third part- Magical items/weapons

Aight onto another important part, which Is basically how tf would that work. We have that comin from Qiran's sword n Lyva's earrings, so they'll also be later on disscussed bout.

Even though it's a tough and long procedure, you can transport some of your own magic onto somethin as ordinary as an hat or as sharp as a dagger.

This Is being mainly used in emergency situations, as that energy can eventually be re-used later on by its user.

The user can be changed as long as there's a deal between both parties, whether that being a gift, buying It, or anythin up to them really.

It can also be a great way to hide mage's power, since there are some parts where they arent exactly that respected, so they could blend in with normal humans.

In fact, Qiran does that continiously thanks to their sword, daggers and other lil weapons, and they keep a big part of It there, to seem rather a normal knight/adventurer rather than havin somethin supernatural goin on.

They have a great holdo it since their father did make them learn to fulfill their request to be freerly goin round.

With Lyva it's not really different, even if she kinda stole It n there wasn't really a deal at that moment, but before runnin away from everyone n everything she convinced her mother to give her something that she could use to defend herself, since they were never around and when they were, they would've kinda avoided her.

Oh, and to add this, you could also curse an item. It's a way to mainly punish since ,well, it's a curse,

and makes the user either completely obsessed with the object itself or makin them do somethin w/o any type of consent, whether physical or emotional.

In some cases It can also be a torture tool. Though, as some recent stuff happened, they're somewhat hard to find.

If you still have somethin unclear lemme know cuz idk If I covered everythin or if somethin ain't clear enough😭

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behold-a-dumbass · 3 years ago

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Just throwing this out there because it's cool, weeee!

As a Sunnykin boyo, I've been searching through stuff in the fan tags just for fun and found a set of headcanons from a user named kadssp! I'm not gonna include ALL of their headcanons from that post (some of them get kinda nsfw and I'm ace af so Imma ignore that part, sorryyyyy *pat pat*), but there are a few things mentioned about my build that I feel are accurate and it was cool to seeeeee!!

All of these. Very good. Very legit. Naturally it would make sense for me to be taken down to Parts and Service to be upgraded so hopefully kids would be less terrified of me. And that includes softer parts that are less potentially harmful.

I also feel like I may have eventually had a temperature system to feel more... lifelike? But I don't know a TON about that (or at least I haven't delved into thinking about it). But yeah??? If you can get kids to pay attention and be happy and entertained by allowing them to boing your sun spokes, why wouldn't you? Long as they're entertained and happy! And as long as the parents aren't mad about their kids being bored. They're not there to watch them, they're there to dump their kids on someone else and ignore them most of the time. >.>

#sundrop kin #security breach kin #fnaf daycare attendant kin #fnaf kin

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anxiousnerdwritings · 4 years ago

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ok so inspiration hit me like a truck and this is what I got also just imagine that one of the multiverse survived batman who laughs bs and tries to rescue reader pls again havent read that much of it so yeah, oh also I got bored of writing "the batman who laugh" over and over again so imma just write evil batman - knull anon

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sneaking into a heavily guarded fortress was never easy, but especially one made by his father (technically his father) was damn near impossible.

whatever was in this fortress must be extremely important to the batman who laughs, because damian has yet to have seen this much security and back up plans for a fortress.

he was with the rest of the bat kids, and their missing was weird to say the least.

the planet he was on was actually one that the evil batman didnt completely destroy, and he was surprised to see this fortress in a beautiful forest jungle area, where the trees grew taller then he had ever seen.

however, he couldnt look at the scenery forever. he eventually had to focus on the mission: find whatever was in the fortress, get it out, and run. this object was apparently extremely important to th evil batman and it was their job to try and get it.

the plan was that if they were able to get whatever was inside, it might be a bargaining chip for them to use so they could try and lure this batman into a trap.

currently, damians own father was fighting the evil batman so they could get this chance.

of course, it took a while to even get into the fortress but that didnt matter.

the guards were everywhere, they even saw some zombie robins walking around the place, usually carrying random every day items. from books, clothes, and even food and water. strange considering they only ate people, but fortunately for them, the robins usually were too busy at whatever task they had to even try and pay attention to the batkids.

they eventually had to split up, damian going with cassandra, tim and duke while dick took every one else.

it was probable never a good idea to even try to go in a big group, but it was the only chance they had.

trying to find whatever was there that was so important to this evil batman was probably going to change the tides of this "war".

dick had told him to keep on looking when they werent able to find anything important of value. they had come to a standstill, where they were hidden in a darkly lit hallway with so alcoves with strange plants and other decorative objects.

damian was about ready to lose his mind. there was absolutely nothing here that would say anything about where this important item was.

the rest of his group was probably thinking the same, considering how they looks and stood.

however, he forgot about his exhaustion when he heard footsteps approach from one end of the hallway. he motioned for them to leave the hallway when duke motioned back that there were more people coming from the other end of the hallway.

trapped, damian stepped back, looking around to see if there was anything to help them. but he stepped back to quickly and lost his footing, having to hold on to a potted plant in one of the alcoves.

which set off a door system.

the four batkids watches as a door appeared on the opposite side of the hallway, and when it fully opened it revealed a stairway leading downward.

not having any choice, he motioned for the others to follow, and together, they headed downward, towards whatever was being kept hidden by a potted plant.

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either you were hearing things or the Robin's decided to play tag, becuase you remembered what their footsteps sounded like every time they came down to check on you. great entertainment but only when you stayed in the house.

and now as the footsteps became more louder, you were curious on who it was. getting up out of your overly plush bed, you walked over to your door and put your ear up against the door. the footsteps seemed to stop as you heard a familiar voice say "where to now?"

hold on... is that... damian wayne?

"damian?" you called out, confused. wasnt he a part of the attack of that new earth that popped up? and he never spoke unless told to.

the speaking stopped as you heard the voices speak to you.

"who are you, and how did you know my name?"

you wanted to laugh, you're the bitch who never let's me leave whenever you're "babysitting" me. but you decided to play it cool.

"um, I'm the kid who is supposed to stay down here for like, the rest of my life? besides, why are you here? arent you supposed to be with my "dad" while he fights that new earth and their batman?"

you stood there waiting for an answer when you heard a new voice, one that was kind of familiar but not as familiar as damians.

"you know the batman who laughs?" you yourself almost laughed, before responding "of course I know him, he keeps me here saying that I'm a extremely important person to him, and he makes me call him dad when hes around. actually, wait, who are you?"

silence was heard and before you could try and ask another question, you heard "get away from the door"

taking a couple steps back, you narrowly missed the door that just exploded to reveal the oh so dreaded hallway.

however, you forgot about memories from earlier when you saw who was standing in to doorway. 4 kids, 4 batkids, all from whatever earth they came from.

damian reached for his comm and said "dick, we found the important object. its gonna be harder to get out, though."

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ok 1, I rediscovered a bunch of fandoms I was in when I was younger and all I can think of is all the new possibilities for dads, and 2 I'm starting to count all the fictiknla father figures I have and I'm thinking of creating a list for them, and 3, I like how this turned out. I wanna continue this but it was getting to long so ye. anyway imma probably just write something tonight so yay to that see yall later bye - knull anon

You’re giving me inspiration to start writing for the Bat Who Laughs now!! You’re doing a real good job by the way with everything you’ve been sending in!!💕💕 Much love to you, Knull anon!

#anxious answers

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maggyoutthere · 4 years ago

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It's funny how I'm actually putting effort on this. I'm putting actual effort on a shitpost.

Anyways I said I'd write a bad sonic creepypasta so here it is. Here's the catch: I like how its turning out so imma make it a 2-pary story. This is the first part. It doesn't have any scary shit but it has the basics for a shitty creepypasta: someone gets a old pirated/unreleased/defective game and tries them out despite getting warned that bad shit might happen.

Again I'm not a fluent English speaker so expect some grammar error and stuff like that ._.,

So ladies, gentlemen and non-bis, I present to you-

Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood (Part 1)

Synopsis: Teen gets nostalgic mid-quarentine and starts playing old Sonic games. She asks for some cheat codes and shit happens.

So for context; I'm a 17 year old girl stuck home because of quarantine.

It had been 4 or 5 months since the virus sent everyone home. Students were playing Animal Crossing and DOOM all day to fill in the summer hours since no one could go outside. I never liked going to the beach so I was never really bothered by it.

Like many people, I found myself going back in time to easier phases of my life. I was rewatching old cartoon shows from my childhood, getting into MCR and P!ATD and just living in pure nostalgia. I also started getting into gaming again, even going to the point of setting up my Wii again just to play Epic Mickey, but I didn't exactly grow up with the Wii. I was more of a Playstation kid, so much that me and my bro got a Playstation 2 from our cousin when he eventually bought the 3rd one for himself.

My cousin was older than us; I remember him being 16 or 17 when I was like 12, so he was kind of our gaming hero. If there was a level in Crash Bandicoot we couldn't beat, we'd call my cousin and he'd do it in 15 minutes. He knew all the cheat codes, all the secret levels and extra content for the games he had; he was like a genius to me and my lil bro, so when he gave us his old Playstation 2 and games me and my sibling knew we were in for a treat.

We got this Sonic Gems Collection for the Playstation 2 from him. It's like a port of various older Sonic games like Sonic CD, Sonic The Fighters, Sonic R and so on. I grew up playing that game, especially Sonic The Fighters since I wasn't very good at the racing games.

I still had a working controller and a lot of free time so I asked my bro for help setting up the console. The thing was so dusty I was actually scared it wasn't going to work. We clicked the power button and the light on the console turned on. Me and my brother held our breaths as we put the DVD in the console and crossed our fingers. As the screen lit up with the SEGA logo and music started playing, I just hugged him and cheered. He set up the console in my room so I could play without having to go to his room (he was the one keeping all the electronic stuff) and told me to have fun.

I didn't even know where to start. There was so much I wanted to play now that I actually knew what I was doing. I thought about starting with my favourite one out of the bunch: Sonic CD. I'm a sucker for the retro 2D pixel games so that was a must. It was better than what I remembered; the music was so catchy and the art style was vibrant and it stood out from a lot of games nowadays that go for a washed out "hyper realistic" look.

As I kept playing, I eventually reached the level where Amy tags along with Sonic for a while before Metal Sonic bursts through a wall and kidnaps her. Oh yeah, Metal Sonic was a thing. I remembered him from Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters - and the fact he was in the fucking cover art of the DVD case. I absolutely loved the fucker in the games though. He had a cool design, and the idea of the villain being a copy of the hero gone wrong was so interesting to me at the time.

I ended up passing the level and even making it to Stardust Speedway. I was sweating since I'd never come this far at any game. My bro was there cheering me as I tried not falling on spikes or getting hit by Metal Sonic's attacks. I ended up making it till the end on top, but it was kinda sad seeing Metal crash face-first against the door like that.

I was done with that for a while, so I went ahead and played Sonic R and Sonic The Fighters for nostalgia. Again, the fucker was there, either as a boss or as an unlockable character. I ended up noticing how there were a bunch of games missing. There were empty grayed slots with question marks instead of the game titles. I couldn't understand if the game was broken or if there was something I was supposed to do, so I called my cousin in hope he would somewhat tell me what to do. He ended up explaining how the game made you complete all the other games to unlock new ones. I thought that was kinda stupid so I asked him if he had any cheat codes or something to make the whole thing available. He told me he was going to dig up his old stuff and ring me again if he found anything.

A few hours later, he sent me a message telling me he'd found something that should work. He told me he did have a cheat code but he thought it was best if I didn't do it. Here's the transcript from his message.

"There's something that might work but it's kinda weird. I got this memory card from a friend of mine and he said this should unlock all the hidden contents within the disc, but when I tried it some weird shit started happening. Most of the sonic games were unplayable no matter how many times I restarted the console or cleaned the disc. There should be an extra game slot but that's just a glitch. Something about the system trying to make up storage for the extra code. Just don't click on anything that looks like a glitch and you should be golden"

Well that was a bit discouraging, but we agreed to meet that afternoon so he could give me the memory card.

When I got home and plugged the cartridge into the slot on the console, I was kinda scared. What if the thing exploded or something? I gave it a try and the thing actually worked! As I clicked on the games section, everything was there! There were some vectorman games but I didn't know who that was at the time so I didn't really care about them. What I was more interested in was the museum. There were a bunch of unlockable promotional art and illustrations there that I never got to see as a kid, so you could imagine how joyful I was when I saw the museum section filled with pages upon pages of illustrations and renderings of the games. Some of them weren't even on the Gems Collection like some screenshots of Sonic Heroes.

I went back on the game menu and was surprised to see another game entry below all the vectorman ones. It was called "Sonic: Battle of Metal and Blood". What the hell was this? It surely wasn't in the cover art and a quick google search turned up nothing. Was it a glitch? It couldn't be; it looked too clean and intentionally made to be a glitch, not to mention that whole game titles don't just appear out of thin air. Game or not, something was programmed in there. I concluded it was probably someone's fan project that was in the memory card my cousin gave me. Why hadn't he mentioned it though?

I was too curious to turn down a mystery like this one, so I got up first to make a cup of coffee since it was already getting late. As I returned from the kitchen, I remembered to look at the synopsis of the game. I can't remember exactly what it said but it was something along the lines of:

"In this sequel to the famous Sonic CD, step in the shoes of Sonic's friends as they face their biggest challenge yet. Control Amy Rose and Miles "Tails" Prower and fight against the metallic faker himself, Metal Sonic, and stop him before he puts his plan to become the only Sonic in action"

Woah, that sounded exciting; I wasted no time. I got all cozy, kept my cup of coffee next to me

And pressed START.

To be continued in part 2

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #creepypasta #creepy story #short story #sonic gems collection #sonic: battle of metal and blood #battle of metal and blood #maggy moment #shhh i actually like how its turning out #i'm not that good at writing but this is the best i've written in a while

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marvels-writings · 5 years ago

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Carol x reader where we see carol’s POV and her inner thoughts while she is reacting to the actions of her crush the reader that makes her heart flutter, or the times she’s simply gazing mindlessly at her crush from a far.

A/N: First of all I’m sorry it took me so long to answer this, second Imma see how long it takes me to write this, ill tell you at the end of the drabble ;)

Sorting out files was a simple task which basically no one could look even remotely attractive in, honestly it should’ve been a rule. You didn’t care at all for that rule as you sorted out mission files by yourself on the dining table wearing a white button up with rolled up sleeves that were tucked into your blue acid washed jeans.

Carol had just come from training and was planning to eat breakfast as she wiped the sweat off of her neck and chest, standing in the hallway in nothing but a sports bra and some leggings with a sheen of sweat on her body.

You bit your lip a little while trying to figure out which pile to put the file into, the smallest action made Carol fluster into a pink blush. This was only the fifth time she had watched you do a simple task, totally not creepy, right?

Carol couldn’t help but watch you with a soft hazel gaze as you sorted out papers, sighing whenever you couldn’t figure something out or biting your lip, you lifted a file up to eye level to read it better, accidentally noticing Carol practically drooling over you.

“Hi!” You greeted, putting the file lower than eye level and looking at Carol, eyes quickly looking her up and down before returning to her pink face.

“Hey, do you need any help?” Carol asked, you nodded and indicated for her to walk over and she did.

You were filing away mission reports but needed the extra space so you took to the enormous dining table rather than your bed, but you had a strange system of filing so you were having problems, Carol almost laughed at your confusion causing you to playfully glare at her and swat her arm. Carol helped you file for some time, forgetting how close to you she was until she became too aware of how close she was.

She could smell the perfume you used and your body wash on your skin as you brushed past her to sort out the files, she felt your fingers brush against her hand whenever she handed you a file, until eventually you didn’t need her help anymore, you were filing by yourself, Carol decided to stand by ‘just in case you needed help’ but it was really just to stare at you while you worked.

This went on for about 15 minutes until you finally finished thanks to Carol’s filing system, you grinned at her and started putting them into piles to put into the main office, reluctantly taking Carol’s help to take the files to the office, once you got there you put the files quickly into place and kissed Carol on her cheek, thanking her for her help.

Carol felt her heart was about to pound out of her chest when she felt your lips on her cheek while you were smiling, god you were gorgeous.

A/N: i really wasn’t too sure what you wanted for this, but it was okay right?

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years ago

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Youtuber!Beetlejuice Headcanons Part 2

I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but my Youtuber!Beej hcs have gotten almost 200 notes in like under a day (thatsalsocountingthespamjustballoonfishthingsdidbutanyway) and I promised a part two once I reached 100 so. Here we are.

Part 1

Tagging: @justballoonfishthings, @broadwaytrashstrikesagain, @imma-fucking-nerd

You have figured something wasn’t quite normal with Beetlejuice long before the two of you started dating

For one, he always ate just really weird shit

Bugs, glass, wood, paper, rat poison on one occasion and just constantly eating tide pods

At first you’d panic but as time went on, you figured it was all a prank and it was just sugar made to look like inedible stuff

Would explain his hyperactivity and why he always seemed to just need to Move

But when you eventually started spending more and more time at his and filming your videos at the Deetz’s who were his family but also not apparently, the more you realised

No there was some fucked up shit happening

The amount of times he just....took a glass from the cupboard and started munching, or just took one of Adam’s model houses and slammed the whole thing in his mouth or found a random beetle and just. Fucken ate the sucker

It was terrifying

But according to Lydia, he has a really strong stomach and he won’t die from eating literal poison as he downs a bottle of weed killer

You just watched and decided

Ok. Fine. I can handle this

Then there was the hair. On camera, you thought it was a trick of the light because during the con, his hair was a permanent green with occasionally the tips being pink, but that could be hair chalk

But at home, his hair changed constantly, on its own, according to his mood

Perhaps it was a type of hair dye that changes colour depending on body temperature

Ignoring the fact that his hair is very much, for the most part, away from his scalp

But more small things started to happen. Like how he could just disappear and reappear at random, at first you thought it was ninja skills. But then it became ‘no this is physically impossible for him to be here so quickly’

Once, you swore you saw him levitate

His total lack of regard for danger too, it just all slowly started to add up that perhaps there was more to this story than everyone was letting on

The kicker was when you literally caught him sitting on the ceiling to entertain Lydia

It wasn’t the ceiling part that got you, although that was creepy

It was the fact he was slowly turning his head a full 360 degrees

You booked it out of there, rushing past the concerned Maitlands and the Deetz’s and out the front door, all the way back to your house

Beetlejuice kept blowing up your phone with voice messages, his preferred way to text ‘You ok babes?’ ‘Adam said you looked like you’d seen a ghost!’ ‘Please message me?’ ‘Babes, seriously, are you ok? Everyone’s worried.’ ‘Are we through? Are you ghosting me?’ ‘Very mature Y/N. Call me when you decide you want to be an adult.’ ‘Please. Please at least text me. I’ll get Lydia to read it out! Just. Don’t ignore me, please babes.’

The last one sounded so broken but you ignored it

What the FUCK was that?

You could feel the panic brewing in your gut as the vision played again and again in your brain

Maybe you imagined it? No, there was no way that you thought this up

When you finally collect yourself, you text Lydia

‘What the FUCK was that with Beetlejuice?’

Minutes passed before you got a response, simply a question mark.

‘His head was rotating like a fucking owl Lydia!’

Almost instantly, your phone started buzzing with Beetlejuice trying to call you

You hesitate over the ignore button, but figured that it was best to hear the excuse from the man himself.

You press accept

“Babes! Are you alright?” He shouts down the phone, clearly concerned.

“What. The. Fuck.” Is all you get out, anxiety now turning into rage. “What the fuck was that? How the fuck? Beetlejuice, I could accept that perhaps you had this weird biology thing which meant you could eat weird shit, and perhaps you could decide to be light on your feet when usually I can hear you coming towards me a mile off, but what. Was. That?” You spew out in one large rush.

There is a pause, you can feel him thinking

“Say my name three times.” He begs

“What?” The change of subject confused you enough that the anger pretty much all but disappeared. “Is this a hypnosis thing?”

“No!” His protest is loud as he struggles to remain composed. “Look, just. It’s hard to explain. Just say my name three times, it’s gotta be spoken, unbroken ok? Just say my name three times in a row.”

You blink but decide to entertain him.

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.”

“One more time. Please babes.”

“Beetlejuice.”

Suddenly, with a loud pop, he was there. In front of you. Still holding his phone. His hair was blue and purple, which you came to realise was sad and scared. He quickly hangs up and just stares at you as you process what just happened.

“What. Ok. I’m losing my mind.” You finally decide. “Stress, I have too busy a schedule, I’m just stressed.” You flinch when his hands move to grab your shoulders

“No babes, it’s me.” He hesitates for a second before taking a breath. “I’m dead.” “You’re gonna be.” “No, I mean now. I’m the ghost with the most. Dead.”

You blink before mouthing the words ‘dead’. “I need to see a shrink, clearly I’m psychotic.”

Beetlejuice groans. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I was scared you were gonna run off and. Well. I didn’t want that.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb running at the skin under your eyes gently. “But this is real, and I’m still real, even if I’m a dead guy.”

“Hence the glass and bugs and rotating head.” He nods.

“It’s not all I can do, but it’s some of it.”

You poke his chest, causing him to push back slightly before sighing. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

He looks at you confused. “You’re not dumping me?” You raise an eyebrow

“I moved halfway across the country to be closer to you. You’re still the same dumbass I fell in love with, the one with Mommy issues who loves it when people during out livestreams spend the entire time gushing over how lucky I am to have you, because it gives you an excuse to say that you’re the lucky one that I chose you. Still the dumbass who laughs during horror flicks because its so unrealistic and claims to be best pals with the Mothman and is addicted to Buzzfeed Unsolved and wants to do a collab with them. I’m not dumping you. You hid this from me for a reason and I’m just glad that you’ve told me now. But, as I said.” You make eye contact for the first time since you saw his head spin around his body like a Beyblade. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

“I tried to marry Lydia in an attempt to become alive but she killed me shortly after, Delia gave me the ok to kill a man and I’m pretty sure Charles has come close to murdering me too, but we are all friends now. Also, the Maitlands are also ghosts.” He gets it out in one long breath. You just stare at him.

“Is everyone in that house dead?” “No, just me and the Maitlands.” “Lydia looks like she might be dead.” “She is on the inside.”

You nod as the shock slowly goes through your system. “You tried to marry a teenager?” “It was a green card thing!” He protests. “And, and, and! I had a full blown panic attack because breather emotions are evil and that teenager stabbed me!” “I think she had a good reason Beej.”

It takes a little adjusting and a lot more questions, but you are more or less content with the whole thing, a month before you’d fully accepted it and five weeks before you finally processed the whole thing

You had a lot of questions for the Maitlands and when they told you the sort of person Beetlejuice was before he met you, it made sense compared to all the shit he had told you in confidence

Still

Life goes on

And it turns out you have a dead youtuber for a boyfriend, who lives in a house with two other ghosts, a teen he tried to marry, a spiritual guide who asked him to murder her ‘guru’ named Kevin and one relatively normal guy

Tbh that’s a sitcom that you’d wanna watch.

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