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tpwk-formula1 · 3 days

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hi can i get a thin crust pizza with red sauce, jalapeños, onions, dr. pepper, and dessert pls?

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

Thin crust brothers best friend Red sauce rough sex jalapenos always such a fucking brat onions I saw you being a little slut dr pepper dirty talk dessert yes

TW - rough sex, cumming on body, getting caught, angry sex, fighting, accused of cheating.

WC 1800+

AN - Okay so I got two Anon at roughly the same time with slight differences but I think they are from the same person so I combined them together. The other one asked for the same things minus the Dr. Pepper and Ollie Bearman so I went with him.

Y/N POV

"Get back here," Ollie seethed through clenched teeth making he turn around slightly to make eye contact with him.

"Oliver leave me alone. I'm going to Kimi's room. I just need some air," I tell Ollie softly knowing we had been fighting for the past hour just going in circles neither of us being willing to apologize.

"So you're just going to walk out in the middle of this conversation," Ollie deadpans making me cross my arms across my chest growing tired of this fight.

"Ollie, I love you to death, but we are getting nowhere. We've been running in circles for the past hour. I'm surprised we haven't gotten a noise complaint or had a Prema member come knock on the door. I'm gonna go to Kimi's room for an hour. Let's both clear our heads and we'll have a conversation when I get back," I tell him softly before turning on my foot and making my way out of the Baku hotel room before going a few doors down to my little brothers room.

I invited myself into his room using the key he had given me. When I step into the hotel room I'm shocked to find Kimi sitting in bed on his phone talking to our mom. When he looks up and catches my eye he raises a brow making me shake my head knowing I didn't wanna talk about Ollie and I's fight in front of our mom.

I'm next to Kimi talking to our mom about our travels when a soft knock rang through the room making me roll my eyes knowing it was Ollie not having the patience to wait.

"Olive- Oh hi Dino," I awkwardly shift when I whip open the door getting ready to snap at Ollie but finding a confused Dino.

"Are you okay?" Dino asks softly making me roll my eyes and groan not wanting to mention the petty fight.

"It's nothing," I tell Dino stepping out of the door frame to let Dino in. When I go to close the door I find Ollie's head peaking out from our hotel room where he raises his brow at Dino coming into the room making me shake my head and close the door before going back into the room to say bye to our mom.

"Why are you here?" Kimi asks turning his attention to Dino when he hangs up the phone with our mom.

"No reason in particular, Arvid is busy so I thought I'd bug you," Dino says shrugging before plopping himself onto the couch. Kimi just shrugs his shoulders not really shocked.

"You're not gonna ask why I'm here," I scoff jokingly making Kimi look at me with the straightest face possible.

"I heard you and Ollie going at each other's throats when I came back from the Prema garage. So I'm assuming you just needed space," Kimi says seriously making Dino look at me in shock. Ollie and I have never been a couple to fight so I can see how it was shocking for Dino.

I sit on my phone while the boys talk before telling them bye and making my way back into Ollie and I's shared room.

"Awe my favorite whore is back," Ollie says the second I open the door making me stop dead in my tracks. I debate on just leaving again given Ollie hasn't calmed down in the slightest and now I'm pissed all over again.

"Come again?" I question hoping some sense hits Ollie dead in the face.

"Oh don't be dense I saw you being a little slut. You said you were going to Kimi's room to clear your head, not to hang out with Dino," Ollie says making everything click. He thought I was alone in Kimi's room before inviting Dino in. Kimi and Ollie always said hi once they got back from the garage but Kimi didn't stop in today because he had heard us fighting.

"Whatever you think happened didn't," I tell Ollie softly realizing this could be bad.

"Are you sure? Cause from my end you left to clear your head in you brother's room which happens to be empty and then a few minutes later I hear the door down the hall open and what do you know it's you happily invited Dino in," Ollie says letting his voice grow loud with each word.

"Kimi is back," I tell him softly. Ollie just rolls his eyes before making a few strides towards me before he pushes me against the wall.

"I'm supposed to believe that?" Ollie scoffs not believing the truth.

"Yes, I would never do anything like that," I tell him before Ollie rolls his eyes and leans down before crashing his lips onto mine.

"I guess I have to show you who you belong to," Ollie tells me with venom in his voice before he grips me in the back of the head and drags me to the bed where he roughly pushes me onto the bed.

When he climbed into bed he discarded his shirt before working on my clothes next. When I'm left completely bare Ollie instantly starts trailing his kisses from my lips down to my neck where he leaves a faint hickey before whispering, "Mine."

Ollie finally settles on my tits before taking a few nips at my nipples making sure I can feel his teeth but not hard enough for me to complain about it.

"Ollie please," I beg trying to grind my hips up into Ollie's crotch trying to gain friction but Ollie has other ideas cause he pushes me back down telling me to behave.

"Who made you this wet?" Ollie asks when he comes face to face with my soaked pussy. What? I can't help but love when Ollie gets like this. It was rare, but oh so good when it happened.

"You, Ollie please," I whine needing some kind of stimulation.

"Are you sure," Ollie asks with a raised brow making me throw his a serious face before nodding.

"Yes, I'm all yours Ollie. Always yours," I tell him softly making him hum in satisfaction.

When Ollie starts leaving wet kisses all over my thighs I can feel my clit start to throb before he finally moves his mouth towards my pussy when he trails his tongue from my hole to my clit collecting as much as my pussy juice before he moans softly just from tasting me.

When Ollie pulls my clit into his mouth I instantly become a moaning mess under him.

"So good," I moan which instantly grew louder when he slips two of his long fingers into my pussy making sure to hit my G-spot with each thrust.

"Oh fuck," I moan becoming quickly overwhelmed with all the pleasure coursing through my body.

"Ollie, I'm close," I moan softly stuttering from the intense pleasure.

"Hold it," Ollie groans into my pussy not letting up his movements only bringing me closer to the edge.

"I can't," I whine when I feel myself oh so close to the edge.

It was inevitable, but the second the words left my mouth I started cumming all over Ollie's fingers and tongue.

"God, you never listen. Always such a fucking brat," Ollies says after helping me ride my orgasm out. When he pulled away he sent a firm slap down right on my pussy making me whine and try to close my legs not wanting another one.

"Keep your legs open," Ollie says while standing up from the bed. I watch him closely as he starts to strip his jeans and briefs making my mouth water slightly.

When Ollie climbs back into the bed he almost instantly slips his cock right into my pussy making me gasp at the intrusion.

"Ollie, fuck," I moan, making Ollie groan feeling my pussy clench tightly around his thick cock.

"So big, baby," I whine while feeling Ollie start to thrust into my pussy.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Ollie groans leaning his face down into my neck to give it a soft nip.

"Ollie," I gasp out when I feel Ollie bring his hand down to my clit to bring me more pleasure.

"I can feel you clenching me on my cock baby. Does Dino make you feel this good?" Ollie spits out making me whine.

"Ollie, you know damn well I didn't fuck him," I stutter back still overwhelmed with pleasure.

"And for the love of God don't bring up another man while you fuck me this good," I snap at him making him chuckle softly before he double downs and starts fucking me even harder.

"I'm gonna cum," I announce before I start cumming all over Ollie's cock again. Cumming around Ollie's cock triggered Ollie to pull out and starts cumming ropes of his hot cum all over my tummy. Once he's done painting my body he slowly climbs out of the bed getting a rag to clean me up.

"I love you," Ollie whispers once he climbs into bed and pulls me into his chest.

"I love you too, but Ollie you need to listen before jumping to conclusions," I reply back softly while stroking his cheek.

"I know, I was just upset after quali and I know it's no excuse but then I saw you letting Dino in and it just broke my heart," Ollie tells me softly making me cuddle into his side more trying to resolve the issue.

"I promise Kimi was in the room. He said he heard us fighting so Im assuming that's why he didn't stop in and say hi," I tell him softly while tracing my fingers around his toned chest.

"Oh my God, you mean to tell me Kimi heard me yelling at his sister? I'm a fucking dead man walking," Ollie groans making me laugh.

"I'm sure if he felt like you would hurt me he would have come in, He has a key," I tell Ollie softly and as soon as the words leave my mouth our hotel door is opened by none other than my brother with a key.

"OH MY GOD," Kimi yells shielding his eyes as if Ollie and I weren't covered by a blanket.

"Don't be dramatic Adrea Kimi, what the fuck to you want," I ask pulling the blanket even further up my body feeling awkward.

"I just wanted to know if you guys wanted to come to dinner with Dino and I but I don't think I can sit through a dinner knowing you guys just did THAT," Kimi says making Ollie and I both chuckle softly.

"I don't think Ollie needs to be near Dino right now," I joke softly making Ollie shove me laughing along with me.

"We'll pass but tomorrow after the Grand Prix wanna grab dinner together?" Ollie says making plans with Kimi and Dino for us.

When Kimi leaves the room I can hear him announce loudly exactly what Ollie and I were doing. I can only hope it was just Dino in the hallway.

"I'm sorry if I overreacted," Ollie says softly placing a kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay, especially if you fuck me like that when it happens," I tease making Ollie grow red.

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prettytoxicrevolver · 11 months

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Fall | Mat Barzal

wc. 730

A beautiful fall day with Mat Barzal

This was your favorite type of day.

The kind of day where it’s the end of summer, and the weather is starting to cool but you still have a choice of shorts to wear if you wanted to. The air is crisp, with a hint of fall and all things good. It reminds you of the first day of school when you were a kid, rushing into the new classroom and heading straight towards your friends, with absolutely no care in the world.

As you grew up you found the beauty of days like this and relished it. You always ended up at a nearby dog park, your tiny pup running around and playing with other dogs. You sat at a bench nearby, reading whatever novel caught your attention this week.

It was peaceful, not many people were at the park today helping you focus more on the book before you. You had read pretty much half the novel, extremely invested in the story before you. Suddenly you hear a dog bark loudly, and you look up just as he comes tumbling towards you. He didn’t have any malice in his eyes, only pure happiness as he bounded towards you excited to meet another person.

When the dog reaches your feet you hold out a hand, smiling fondly at the husky. He lets you draw your hand over his head, scratching lightly behind his ears. You’re grinning at the friendly pup so much you don’t even notice the out of breath boy before you.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, causing you to look up.

For a second you’re struck by his features, his brown hair flops across his forehead, a genuine smile braced on his lips. Your heart skips a beat before dropping down between your feet and rolling to a stop.

“You’re all good,” you finally choke out.

“Belle really likes people,” he continues with a gesture towards the husky still happily panting at your feet.

“She’s adorable,” you say, smiling up at him.

“Uhm, Mat,” he says, sticking out his hand awkwardly.

You take it in your hand, offering your name in response and he smiles. He looks around, spotting your dachshund slowly but surely making his way over to you.

“Awe is he yours?” Mat asks cooing at your tiny pet.

“He is. His name is oliver or ollie,” you respond.

He leans down, running a hand over your panting dog before scooping him up into his arms. Your dog leans his head on Mat’s chest, similar to the way he does to you and your face immediately softens.

“He’s precious,” Mat says, smiling at you.

“He likes you. He doesn’t like many people.”

Mat grins widely at that, eventually putting Ollie down and the dog sits next to him still seemingly smiling at the boy before you.

“Can I sit?” Mat asks and you nod, moving your bag to the ground next to you.

By now both your dogs have bound off again, running and chasing each other causing a giggle to erupt from you at the size difference of the dogs.

“What are you reading?” Mat asks, tipping your book up to see the cover.

“Misery,” you respond sheepishly.

“You’re a writer,” he states like you just said it yourself.

You tilt your head at the essential stranger, wondering how he knew that quickly. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging as if he can feel your confusion.

“My friend is a writer. Always has their head in a book. Not sure why though,” he explains, and you grin.

“Gotta get the good ideas from the best.”

Mat nods like this makes perfect sense to him and you smile, slowly shutting your book to turn to him.

“And what do you do for a living?”

You’re surprisingly shocked when the sun starts to set and your dog has been next to your side laying down for the past half hour. You had been smiling and laughing for nearly two hours getting to know Mat.

“Uh so I’m late to practice,” he says and you nod. “But can I get your number?”

He slides you his phone and you’re quick to type your number in. When you hand it back to him he’s grinning widely as he slides his phone into his pocket before calling his dog back over.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, winking before walking away.

#mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal drabble #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal x y/n #mathew barzal fluff #mathew barzal fic #mathew barzal x reader #mathew barzal imagine #prettytoxicrevolver fic #new york islanders fic #new york islanders x reader #new york islanders fanfic #new york islanders imagine

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itaerae · 1 year

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Hear me out

Ricky and reader are rivals

Cocky ricky who's actually way too shy. Gets flustered when the reader stares at him or if they are close to him. He tries to play, it cool but the reader figures this out and teases him even more. And the reader is the one who proposes him.

silly 💭💭

pairing: rival!ricky x reader

summary: a case where opposites attract indeed, but someone is a denier. so what happens when you find out his little secret ? psst, make the first move !

word count: 652

warnings: angst if you squint ! (not proofread)

notes: i was supposed to get this out like a week ago, i apologize ᴖ̈ this was so fun to write though, tysm for requesting !

“HEY shen quanrui give me my stuff back !!” you shouted, chasing the tall blonde down the hallway. “if you can catch up to me stubby legs !” he stifled a laugh before making a sharp turn.

“you two ! stop interrupting classes, you know what, i’ve had enough. go to the principals office !” you both froze in front of the teacher. “but sir he—” unfortunately he wouldn’t listen. long story short, you both ended up in detention.

how did you even get here ? well surprisingly, you and ricky used to be the best of friends in grade school. but things quickly shifted as you both matured. until the point you had stopped talking to each other.

of course you were bitter, it’s not everyday you lose your best friend out of thin air. all of a sudden, he came back into your life as a nemesis, and you played along in hopes of finding out why he left in the first place.

“it’s all your fault that we’re here in the first place !” you whined, banging your head on the desk. “nuh uh, you should have caught up to me faster, shorty” he chortled, a smirk plastered across his face. you scowled.

“at least i didn’t go around calling myself sasaki izumi rui in grade school” you saw the way his ears turned red out of embarrassment. “h-hey ! that was only in elementary, besides i was just a kid” he stammered, obviously flustered. you grinned, he was cute as always.

however this happiness only lasted for a bit, until you were reminded of how it used to be. the past memories turned your mood gloomy in a matter of seconds. ricky noticed, but he couldn’t pinpoint why, so he chose to remain silent instead. the rest of the evening was sour.

you noticed ricky hadn’t bothered you at all today, and it made you confused. did he hit his head somewhere ? was he sick ? you couldn’t help but worry even though you were quite glad he wasn’t picking on you.

on the way to the bathroom, you spotted him and two of his other friends. the cute boy, ollie, and your senior, zhang hao. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but you couldn’t help being nosy just this once.

“ricky hyung, can’t you just apologize and tell her you like her ? it’s your fault your statuses changed anyway.” you heard ollie say, shrugging his shoulders. zhang hao agreed with him, which made ricky groan.

intrigued by ricky’s little crush, you decided you we’re going to find out who it was, so you listened for longer. “it’s not that easy guys, ___ probably already hates me for it !” ricky complained like a toddler throwing a tantrum. your name peeked your interest, so he had a crush on you this whole time ? you found it funny and adorable the boy decided his best option was to become your enemy.

the next morning you had decided to make the first move, ricky made it clear he wasn’t going to, so you were taking matters into your own hands. you found him rather quickly in the art room, his favorite place to pass time.

“hey shen !” he flinched slightly and lifted his head, face contorting in confusion. he gestured you to go on, so you grinned. “you know, you could have told me earlier that you liked me. i would have said yes either way, just saying shen.” you stated in a singsong voice.

ricky’s face flushed in red and shock. “how did you even find out ? i thought i kept it a secret !” he whined, digging his face into his hands. you giggled, moving closer. pecking his cheek, you turned to him to say,

“you’re a silly one ! now take me out on a date, i’ve waited long enough.”

#zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #boys planet drabbles #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #shen quanrui #shen ricky

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cloudycleric · 6 months

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hi Ollie! just wanna start by saying I love your channel. your favorite video of mine is the one where you were talking about how you think Will Byers has autism.

you said that you have autism but you were misdiagnosed first and that you thought you couldn't have autism because you had already been told that you don't have it. I was wondering what made you get diagnosed when you'd already been told that you don't have it.

I went to get diagnosed a few months ago but was told that I don't have it. I'm only asking because I genuinely think that I have autism and that it was a misdiagnosis. any advice? also you dont have to answer if its like too personal or something. sorry if its confusing and doesn't make a lot of sense.

also here's a picture of byler kissing to hopefully make your day better! <3

hi hello !!!

thank you for the picture i lobe it!

as for why i decided to retest for autism—

it kinda just… worked out. the more that i thought about it after my first testing came back negative, the more that i realized that i was in fact autistic, & some of the things in document that said i wasn’t autistic were objectively untrue & my mom noticed, too.

that was not fault to the tester, she was lovely, it’s just that a lot of testers only really know how to diagnose traditional autism in amab people. with being afab, or even trans, autism can present itself differently. i know there’s haha jokes about girl & boy autism but, there is some objective truth there. it also doesn’t help testers who have a more deep understanding of the ‘traditional’ autism that people who are afab or trans or whatever have a way better time hiding or masking their autism. i’d say, when deciding to retest, really examine whether or not you feel your are masking.

anywho, back to the story—

my therapist’s office has a child psychologist who specialized in therapy for lgbtq+ youth & occasionally did screenings for things like adhd, autism, among other disorders & neurodivergent stuffs. she was amazing, she was able to work directly with my therapist on parts of the tests & for professional input, as well as used a more friendly test based on experience as a person, not as whether or not you check boxes or act a certain way during certain testing sessions.

the tests it took were the Behavior Rating Inventory of Executive Functioning, Second Edition (BRIEF-2), Self-and Parent-Reports & Monteiro Interview Guidelines for Diagnosing the Autism Spectrum, Second Edition (MIGDAS-2), which the psychologist described as much more “affirming” & “validating”. by the end of the session she told me, “i usually don’t immediately say this to clients, but you are very obviously autistic.”

getting that diagnosis was really good because it made people FINALLY start believing me when i said i was autistic. i’ve also noticed that it’s easier for me to de-mask now because i feel like the people around me now know why i act the way i do.

anywho, that’s my story! like i said, i would just really investigate whether or not you felt like the tester had an inaccurate view of you & if you were masking/how much masking you do on a daily basis.

I HOPE THIS HELPS!!!

#asks #actually autistic #autism #autism!#autistic

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theworldofmycreations · 4 months

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Here is the twenty-second and the last of my Power Rangers OCs (for now, anyway).

Logan Faye Martinez

Age: 11

DOB: September 21st, 2012

Occupation: Sixth Grader, Yellow Cosmic Fury Ranger

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Blake (Best Friend), Amelia, Zayto, Ollie, Izzy, Javi, Ayon, Fern

Family: Patricia “Pat” (Mom, Flower Shop Owner), Max (Dad, Journalist), Heidi (Baby Sister, 8 Months Old), Bunny (Pet Mexican Red-Kneed Tarantula)

Likes: Wrestling (she’s the captain of the school’s wrestling team), Boxing, Bugs/Creepy Crawlies, Playing her Keytar, Riding her Dirt Bike, Mud, Reptiles, Rock Climbing

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Food: Spaghetti and Meatballs

Skin Color: Light Medium Golden

Hair Color: Reddish Brown

Eye Color: Heterochromia (one eye is Shamrock Green and the other is Sapphire Blue)

Appearance: She wears a baby corn yellow long t-shirt with white ends and a picture of a vintage yellow airplane on it, black shorts, pale green socks, and gray Vans. Her hair is also in a high ponytail supported by a brown scrunchie. She also has Band-Aids on her legs and her nose.

Facts

-Always been a tomboy

-Often gets confused for a boy because of her name

-She’s often called a freak at school because of her tomboyish personality and heterochromia

-She wants to either become an entomologist or a professional wrestler when she grows up

-Her sword is a Cheetah Cosmic Yellow Zord

-Her heterochromia developed when she was two years old

-She’s a champion dirt bike rider

Created via Adobe Illustrator.

#oc #digitalart #power rangers cosmic fury #power rangers oc #power rangers

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afpwestcoast · 1 year

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Colony, Woodstock, NY, 9/1/23

In a virtual repeat of last November, the Dolls did a three-night stand at Colony in Woodstock, followed by a Patreon brunch on Sunday. Unfortunately I was only able to make two of the shows this time around, so this was the first show for me, but the second for the band. The band actually came out a little uncharacteristically stiff, like they were playing from rote memorization rather than actually feeling the songs. But that didn’t last long (2 or 3 songs, tops) and they torched through the rest of the set with verve and glee. Annotated Set List:

Sex Changes

Modern Moonlight

Gravity — During the lyrics Down at work, I'm getting too familiar with the floor Trading in my talents by the mouthful I mimed fellatio by moving my fist next to my mouth and poking my tongue into my cheek. Afterwards Amanda said, “I saw you putting that cock in your mouth, Tom; it was great. IT’S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT!”

Bad Habit

At this point the Addams Family theme suddenly appeared, but I honestly don’t remember why.

My Alcoholic Friends

Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham cover) — Before the song Brian start tapping on the rim of his drum in an irregular pattern and tapping a cymbal occasionally. Amanda expressed befuddlement but someone in the audience figured out that he was simulating typing. Like you do. On the Internet. (Except computer keyboards don’t ‘ding,’ but whatever.)

Night Reconnaissance

At this point Amanda recounted the story of the first time she was ‘canceled’ in Boston. Apparently she had randomly seen Yankees pitcher Andy Pettitte on TV and thought he was hot, so at a show in Boston she proclaimed from stage that she wanted to fuck Andy Pettitte, to which the general response from the crowd was, “That’s not funny.”

Astronaut: A Short History of Nearly Nothing

Mrs. O — Before the song Brian held up his hands to make a circle.

Amanda, confused: “What are you doing?” Brian: “…” Amanda: “O?” Brian: “…” Amanda: “Oh!” The crowd, catching on: “OH!”

Slide — After the song Amanda said that she wrote it when she was 15 and it was the first song she ever wrote that she thought was Good. She nervously and reluctantly played it for one of her teachers and his response was, “You know what’s gonna be amazing, Amanda? When the music of your songs achieves the maturity of your lyrics.” I yelled out “FUCK that guy!” To which Amanda replied, “I know; fuck that guy. It’s a really good song.”

Only 3 Chords — An impromptu composition in response to her high school teacher the entire lyrics of which were:

Music does not have to be complicated to be good You know it’s true Listen to The Ramones: Every song is good and it’s only three chords

Whakanewha (pronounced Fuckin-A Fa)

Boyfriend in a Coma — New(ish) song previously known as Tom’s New Favorite Song. It’s actually a very old song that has been recently resurrected and finished.

Mister God — Brand New Song! This is a great banger of a song that definitely fits in Dresden Dolls canon, but there’s a section that really reminds me of Olly Olly Oxen Free.

Houdini — Another Brand New Song!! This is a slower contemplation of death. Mostly.

Mein Herr (cover from Cabaret; music by John Kander, lyrics by Fred Ebb)

Coin-Operated Boy — as has become tradition lately, a little of Metallica’s Enter Sandman snuck in there at some point.

Happy Birthday to Leah someone in the crowd yelled out, “Can we sing Happy Birthday to Leah?” Amanda said, yes, but in a minor key, and then added the lyric “We hope it’s not long before you DIE!” to the end. Then she said, “That’s what you get when you ask the Dresden Dolls to sing you Happy Birthday!”

Good Day — Traditionally the opener, this song was pushed to the end of the set tonight.

War Pigs (Black Sabbath cover)

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Girl Anachronism

Sing

Photo Gallery:

There were reports that the venue had aggressively enforced a ‘no photo’ policy at the Thursday show (which seemed odd) so I didn’t take many pictures and they were all from a low angle so as to be inconspicuous.

The official set list. It was not followed to the letter.

The Dresden Dolls!

Mein Herr

After the show many in the crowd headed across the street to Amanda’s pop up venue Graveside Variety to see John Coons’ BLEAK!, featuring catchy, upbeat show tunes about how the world is ending and we’re all doomed.

#amanda palmer #dresden dolls #colony #woodstock

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onyxolay · 1 year

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Archie meets Kritten part 7: Papa and the paranormal

The next day, Ollie was crying in his room near night time. He couldn’t help but cry cry and cry… Why wouldn’t his daddy love him? And why won’t his daddy just show that he loved him? He sobbed on his bed for hours until he heard a knock on the door to his room…

Archie and Kritten, now a couple, had themselves some fun cooking with each other and gathering resources, etc. Kritten noticed though that Archie was feeling worried, Archie turned from the path they were on and grabbed Krittens hand. “Archie? My love? Are you okay?” “It’s Ollie, something is wrong…”

They get to Ollie’s house and Kritten is shocked and sad at the sight of the breaking down home. They go inside… They can hear sobbing coming from the back of the house where Ollie’s bedroom was. They go in and see Ollie sobbing on his bed, clutching into his stuffed animals for dear life as he cried… “Ollie! Oh Ollie buddy are you okay?” “A-Archie..?!” “Yes buddie of course..! Now what the matter?” Ollie didn’t know how to explain it… he started with the easiest…

“M-my dad..he..why..why doesn’t my daddy love me..?” Archie and Kritten both fell silent for a moment. They weren’t sure how to respond. “Why doesn’t he..? Is daddy ashamed of me..?” “No..no he’s not kiddo he’s just a very bad person…you didn’t deserve all of that stuff that you went though, especially as the hands of your own parents… and as far as I’m concerned, they’re not your parents!” “T-they’re not..?” “No! Hell no! A parent is meant to guild, teach, and love you. Your parents didn’t do that…” Ollie hugged Archie, Archie hugged back comfortingly. Kritten watched not to sure what to do.

Ollie hugged Archie tighter and said: “Thank you papa…” Archie and Kritten both freeze for a second. Archie then gets a huge smile on his face and he now hugs the kid tighter. “Your welcome kiddo…” Kritten couldn’t help but awe at the sight. Archie then took Kritten out of the bedroom and closed the door, speaking to them quietly. “Okay now darling listen, I am gonna need you to go to the market and grab some sushi, milk, and if you can find any rock Candy okay?” “I- okay my love but- why do you want me to go get those?” “Because those are some of Ollie’s favorite foods. Go get them and come back here, please.” “Of course Darling I will be right back!”

As Kritten left the house to go get the stuff, Archie went to go back into Ollie’s bedroom. When he walks inside Ollie now on his bed, laying down snuggled up under the blankets. “Hey Ollie~!” Archie said cheerfully. “Krittens gonna go get you some of your comfort foods! How do ya feel?” “Like shit… can you go grab my book from the living room table..?” “Of course buddy!” Archie then goes into the living room and is about to grab the book when he hears some distant crying from the corner of the living room… Archie looks up to see some woman crying. But right as Archie was gonna approach her she disappeared… Archie just shook it his head and went back to Ollie’s room and handed him the book.

They sat there reading until Kritten came back with the foods and drink. They all ate together as Ollie read and talked with them; soon though the couple had to leave. They said their goodbyes to Ollie and left for home… When they left Ollie went to go take a shower. As the boy was showering he looked to the shower curtains and almost slipped onto the tub floor when he saw the shadow of a woman. She spoke:

“You will be granted great success soon… but you must complete your villainous ways first…”

“The fuck..?” Ollie questions. He is confused. But before he can ask what she meant the last disappeared… Ollie just shook it off and went to bed uneasy, as Ollie slept he sleeps through a window breaking in his house… A familiar piglin brute comes into his room…

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antifictionsfiction · 2 years

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Worth the Free Admission - Part 1/6

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / AO3

Fandom: Children’s Theater Critic with Alfred Molina (a comedy skit, go watch it if you haven't already, it's priceless)

Pairing: Arthur H. Cartwright (children’s theatre critic) x gender neutral reader

Rating: T

Genre: comedy, fluff (romantic), psychological (kind of)

Warnings/tags: age difference, insecurity, mutual pining, mildly suggestive

Summary: The play you had rehearsed with your young students was supposed to be fun and easy. Getting the attention of a feared critic was far from your intention. Turns out one of you wasn’t ready for serious critique, the other for a serious relationship.

Reader character specifics: reader’s implied to be shorter/smaller than the critic, and significantly younger (in their late 20s)

POV: 2nd person

Chapter word count: 3576

A/N: A HUGE thank you to @scorsesedepalmafan for support, brainstorming, helping me figure out some details and letting me use the top-notch gif he created! ❤ And to my dear @castanierprosper for always being so supportive 😊

You watched from behind the curtain, dreading what was about to come next. So far the kids had been performing without any serious mishaps, or rather, the play was still going. You weren’t delusional about the artistic qualities of the little play you had written for your very first children’s drama class. Not because you didn’t have faith in the kids’ acting chops, but simply because they were far too young to remember more than a few lines of dialogue or a few basic instructions on how to move and where to stand.

You hadn’t had to interfere yet, at least not in a significant way – nothing that would disrupt the continuity of the play. A few whispered lines here and gentle nudges there were all it took for the tiny actors to do more or less what you had practiced with them over and over again.

But now the time had come for the most hyperactive, unfocused little beast of the ensemble to come on stage as the Tiger, the main antagonist. And boy, you were waiting for that moment with anxious eyes hypnotizing the other side of the stage. The spazzy six-year-old, Ollie, had managed to miss his cue every single time during rehearsals. You cursed yourself for letting him enter the stage from the other side, where you couldn’t help him come out at the right moment. The small stage at the school auditorium didn’t really have any backstage area, making it impossible to get to the other side if you didn’t want to run straight across the stage.

Erin, the gifted girl playing the fairy – your personal favorite, not that you let her or any of the other kids know – had just delivered one of the more difficult lines of the play perfectly: “You didn’t listen and now the beast will come. What will happen to us?” As proud as you were of her, you were also very aware this was the Tiger’s cue. And sure enough, he was nowhere to be seen. You waited for a few seconds before you noticed a sign of confusion in the other players’ faces, and you knew you had to step in.

“The beast is coming! It’s a tiger!” you screamed from behind the curtain. “A tiger!” you repeated just to be sure, enunciating every syllable with precision that sounded almost dumb, to be frank. It did the job, however, as Ollie dressed in a fluffy tiger onesie finally jumped on stage with an impressive roar. The audience responded with a roar of their own, laughing at your intervention as well at the little tiger’s sudden appearance.

As the laughter was dying down, you heard a loud, obnoxious scoff. You leaned forward a bit to take a peak at the rows, about halfway filled with parents, grandparents, siblings and friends, to locate the source of such unasked-for negativity. Your guess was a bored teenage brother or maybe a particularly snobby grandfather. Your gaze was travelling from one smiling face to the next, until it stopped on a half-disgusted, half-distressed expression on a man you would have never expected to see in person. Not during your first year as a drama teacher at least. The unforgettable face currently contorted with intense negative emotions belonged to the infamous children’s theatre critic, Arthur H. Cartwright.

What the hell was he doing there? The school you worked at was a small one, nothing prestigious, the drama club had been founded by you less than six months ago and today’s performance had been advertised by exactly three badly-drawn posters made by the kids themselves, with a little help from you. It just didn’t make sense for Cartwright to sniff out your production and show up at a random school in Upstate New York, when dozens of much more desirable children’s shows were surely happening all around the States at the same time.

You spent the rest of the play biting your fingernails, metaphorically and sometimes quite literally. The thought of Cartwright’s horrified expression never leaving your mind, you were lucky to even pay attention to what the kids were doing. The performance wasn’t good, you were self-aware enough to admit that to yourself. But who in their right mind would expect it to be? Take a group of ten five to seven-year-olds and make them carry a whole play on their shoulders? Most of them weren’t even old enough to tie their own shoelaces properly, for God’s sake! The feared man couldn’t just come and force his critique on you or the kids, you were sure. You couldn’t stop him from publishing whatever verbal diarrhoea he felt the compulsion to spit out after the performance. You sure as hell could prevent him from ruining the kids’ self-esteem by giving them one of the entitled lectures he was so revered for, though.

When the majority of the audience erupted into a cheerful applause and you joined your little ensemble onstage, you kept up a wide, proud smile both for the kids and their parents. However, your eyes kept darting back to where Cartwright was sitting, slumping in his seat like he was embarrassed to be present in the same room as the rest of you. Well, nobody was forcing him to stay, that was for damn sure. Even buried in his chair, he looked ready to tear everyone taking their final bow apart, and you smiled even brighter, looking straight at him. He clearly wasn’t expecting such reaction to his obvious displeasure from you, his brows arching in confusion for a second. You would swear you even saw the corners of his lips twitch, almost turning up before shooting back down into an ugly grimace.

Once the applause was replaced by excited chatter of the families, you hurried to draw the curtains to give the children some privacy and, more importantly, let the critic know you weren’t eagerly awaiting his enlightening comments. To your dismay, the man couldn’t just take a hint. As you were about to close the remaining gap in the curtains, you saw him climb up on the stage and carry himself over to you in long, confident steps.

“You must be the teacher and the director,” he said without as much as a hello. You were still clutching both curtains in your hands, blocking the narrow gap with your body. You had to tilt your head up uncomfortably to look Cartwright in the eyes, his physique was as imposing as his reputation. You hated how puny his large frame made you feel. You straightened your back as much as you could, never breaking eye contact with him to compensate for his unfair physical advantage.

“And the writer. What can I do for you, Mr. Cartwright?” you asked with a pleasant smile, as though you hadn’t just spent the last thirty minutes hoping you would never have to speak to him. He gave you a smug little smile back at your acknowledgment of his name.

“I would like to have a word with the actors, naturally. And even you, should you care to know what you did wrong.” The nonchalance with which he spoke was making it increasingly hard for you to keep up your friendly façade.

“That’s very generous of you, but no, thank you. What the children need right now is to grab a mug of hot chocolate and have some fun. You saw how young they are, and this was their first performance.” You doubted your reasoning would deter him from doing his so-called job, but even futile effort seemed better to you than just letting him unfurl his whole “big bad critic” charade as he pleased. His thick, pronounced eyebrows shot high above the rims of his glasses and his large hands grasped your shoulders for a second, catching you off guard.

“Hot chocolate? Are you out of your mind? The actors require professional evaluation. Immediately,” he said, absurd urgency evident in his voice and in his almost manic eyes, magnified by the thick lenses of his glasses. He took a determined step forward, making you clear the way, against your better judgment.

“Kids! They’re just kids, Mr. Cartwright.” You tried and failed to reach for his arm as he strode to where the kids were either rolling around on the floor in their costumes or running and pestering one another. Their joy from a challenging job well-done was evident, but it wasn’t destined to last.

“Excuse me, what is this-“ Cartwright stopped, gesturing all over the place as though he was offended by the mere sight of kids just being kids, “this anarchy?”

The kids slowed down, peering up at the man they had never seen before in their short lives. Ollie called out your name and the whole group joined him, asking who the rude guy was and why he was there instead of you, all in a high-pitched chorus of whines and giggles. You took a breath so deep it almost made your lungs burst as you struggled to find a suitable explanation for the unexpected presence of an angry, bald old man.

“Calm down now! This is Mr. Cartwright, he knows a lot about theatre and fairy tales and he’s going to give you advice on how to act. He’s something like a teacher, too,” you gave them an encouraging smile, feeling like a traitor for keeping the worst from those poor sweethearts. Cartwright turned to you in disbelief before giving the kids his attention again.

“That is a gross misinterpretation, not to mention an underestimation, of the complex art of critique,” he said, or rather declared. You barely stifled a sudden laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. You could only hope the kids wouldn’t understand anything he was about to overwhelm their brains with.

“No wonder a troupe where neither the actors nor the director seem to take the craft of theatre seriously would produce such an underwhelming performance,” he flashed another fierce look your way. Good, let him take it out on me and leave the kids alone, you thought.

“I have rarely seen a waste of potential this severe,” he went on as the kids gaped at him, too confused to even fool around or whisper among themselves, “A promising script and inventive stage design, buried underneath a muddy layer of hectic stage directions, childish humour and atrociously inconsistent acting. Can any of you imagine an O’Neill play where half of the actors are doing Beckett? I didn’t think so.”

A tiny hand shot up, and the enthusiastic girl, Lexi, didn’t wait for a permission to speak: “Mister, I have a hamster, his name is Neil!”

“Excuse me? Are you drawing a comparison between Eugene O’Neill and a… rodent?” the tension in Cartwright’s voice extended to his posture, his shoulders tensing up.

“Mr. Cartwright, Lexi’s five. She’s just learning to read,” you chimed in, though you knew at this point your input would have zero impact on him and his ridiculous, snobbish opinions.

“Then the blame is on you for not educating them properly,” he said, stern and still as serious as ever, “But even the best of teachers cannot save an utter lack of talent and discipline.” You watched in dismay as his glare fell on Ollie. Of course he would choose that poor kid as the target of his critique, you wondered why you hadn’t anticipated that. Now you could only hope Ollie was strong enough not to let what he was about to hear influence his sense of self for the rest of his life.

“You, young man, dressed in what appears to be your pajamas, delivered a performance as lazy and shapeless as your ‘costume’. Watching your slack attempts at intimidation, I shivered, not in fear but in embarrassment. With this attitude and your obvious disregard of your colleagues’ hard work, you will never contribute to a performance worth watching.”

Ollie, who usually had a wide smile on his face and a joke ready to tell, was staring at his orange and black tiger feet, blinking rapidly. He wasn’t crying, but it was obvious he felt the weight of Cartwright’s words, despite not fully understanding most of them. He mumbled your name along with a faint “I’m sorry”, and that served as the final impulse for you to act. Yes, Ollie was a difficult kid to coax into focusing, but you couldn’t complain about his warm-hearted nature and natural comedic talent. You often found him sharing his snacks with his classmates and entertaining them with jokes and impressions. If the five months you had had the chance to observe him were anything to go by, you would swear all he needed was to grow up a little bit and get a steady, patient guidance, and he could very well turn out to be an excellent artist in the future.

“Mr. Cartwright?” you called out to the critic, who appeared to be done with his review. You made sure to maintain a pleasant tone, as you were about to kill him with kindness rather than use his own method on him. You kept an eye on Ollie who was still looking quite bewildered – you would comfort him as soon as possible, but first you needed to have a good heart-to-heart with Cartwright.

“Yes?” he walked back to you, dismissing the kids with a firm nod. His energy had transformed somewhat, he caught on to your friendly tone and failed to register the tension underneath. To him, he had done his job as usual and the consequences didn’t concern him anymore. For the first time he smiled at you.

“I would like to have a word with you in private, is that okay?” you asked and he agreed immediately, still unsuspecting of your intentions. You let the kids run to their parents and excused yourself for a moment, noting that some of the parents clearly recognized Cartwright as well, based on their stunned stares at the man by your side. You led him into the office you shared with a couple colleagues. It was empty now, as you had chosen Saturday for the performance.

You gestured towards the most comfortable padded chair in the room for Cartwright to sit on.

“Coffee?” you offered. Cartwright sunk deep into the chair and watched as you poured yourself a cup from your favourite pot.

“Yes- actually, do you happen to have some tea?” he stammered and your eyebrows arched in amusement. What was he playing at again?

“I might. You’re not a fan of coffee then?” He shifted in his seat nervously, and now you really had to hold in laughter. He had to be the oddest man you had ever met, and you couldn’t wait to probe him further.

“No, well yes. I like coffee very much, I just thought-“

“I know you’re British, Mr. Cartwright, but it’s completely alright if you have coffee with me. Milk? Sugar?” you smiled as if you were having an ordinary conversation with an ordinary man. Against all odds, his cheeks turned muted pink as he cleared his throat.

“Both. Please,” he said, coming forward in his seat until his hands were resting on his spread thighs. You marvelled at how quickly his intimidating aura vanished, he thanked you sincerely when you handed him his mug, peering up at you with a smile. You couldn’t deny he was almost cute like this, when he let his guard down and showed more of his casual side instead of spewing his wisdom all around. Still, you weren’t about to forget he had just traumatized one of your pupils. To make it up to you, he had to do way more than agree to share a cup of coffee with you. You pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, adopting the same position he was sitting in to tune in to his peculiarities.

“Listen, while I don’t doubt you’re a professional, I really don’t appreciate the way you talked to my class back there,” you said, calm but sincere, locking your eyes with his. He blinked slowly; it was obvious the sudden change of topic took him by surprise. He leaned back as though he was trying to escape your determined stare or perhaps regain some of the dominance he had been so sure of up until moments ago. When he didn’t make to speak and instead proceeded to sip his coffee, you didn’t wait for his request to explain yourself.

“I know the play was no work of art, that’s something we can agree on. But for God’s sake, how are those kids supposed to get better if not by trying and learning from their mistakes? You could’ve shared your critique with me, I can handle it and I can use it to help the kids improve. Tell the same thing to them, and all they’ll take from it is that they did so poorly that a total stranger felt the need to let them know. But they don’t understand why - they’ll carry this awful feeling of failing with them, and I just hope they’ll listen to me when I try to undo the damage. All I’m saying is, you have a right to critique children’s theatre, but please, tailor your message to your audience,” you took a deep breath as the stream of words and emotions flowed out of your lips. How was that for a dramatic monologue, you almost felt like asking the critic.

He shook his head like he hoped the movement could sort his thoughts in a literal sense, and swallowed heavily before responding:

“Are you going to just disregard everything I’ve told the children just to avoid them getting upset? Does my work seem so insignificant to you? Does theatre, for that matter?” there was a hint of disappointment in his voice rather than arrogance, although you should have expected him to misunderstand your point. Still, you noted he acknowledged the ‘actors’ were literal children at last, so maybe there was the possibility of getting somewhere if you managed to stay patient with him and his rigid attitude. You understood you had to thread lightly now and assure him you felt no contempt towards him.

“No, Mr. Cartwright. I feel great respect for both, I just wish you and I would get on the same page. Do you have children of your own?” you silently cursed at yourself for attacking him with such a personal question, but to your relief he didn’t seem offended by it, though he looked away for a second before breathing out a simple ‘no’.

“And have you ever gotten the chance to watch children rehearse?” you asked further, satisfied when he shook his head, an unspoken question in his dark eyes. You felt bold when you slid forward again, hoping to make the conversation more open and ease some of the tension that had built up in the past minutes. Again, his reaction wasn’t unfavorable by any means. If anything, he appeared to relax a bit, his jaw unclenching and brow softening. You found it natural to smile this time as you proposed the idea that had been developing in your mind throughout the conversation.

“Well, I thought – if you would like – that you could watch my class, once or twice, as we rehearse the next play. I believe it could be beneficial to all of us. I could learn from your input and incorporate it into our rehearsals, and you’d see for yourself what it’s like to actually work with kids. Maybe you’ll find you can elevate your writing with some insight into the process,” you explained, praying you hadn’t struck a nerve by implying Cartwright’s writing could use some improvement. Your doubts vanished once again as he stood up, positively beaming. You followed him, taken aback when he placed his large hands on your shoulders again, only this time in a much warmer manner.

“I’d be delighted to-“ he paused, “I believe I’ve neglected to ask you for your name, I apologize.” You assured him you didn’t mind and introduced yourself.

“Thank you. Yes, I’d be foolish not to take this opportunity. You’re the first director to ever offer this to me. And you’re absolutely right, I can’t believe I have never thought of this before, either. In fact, I would love to be present during the entire process. I can’t wait to see where my guidance can take a group so desperately lacking in skill and consistent direction – no offense.” He adjusted his glasses and smiled wide in excitement, the upper row of his teeth showing. Strangely, the first thought on your mind as he belittled your work was that he struck you as quite charming like this, maybe too charming for a middle-aged man with obnoxious demeanor. You shook off the thought and hoped you hadn’t stared for too long, offering him a professional handshake.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s going to be a very interesting experience,” you agreed, the slight sarcasm going completely over Cartwright’s head. You peeled a neon yellow sticky note from a stack on your desk and wrote down your name and three numbers – the time your class usually took place, the number of the rehearsal room and your phone number. You handed the piece of paper to Cartwright with a sunny smile matching his.

“We’re starting in two weeks, Thursday. Be on time, Mr. Cartwright, show the kids how it’s done.”

#nobody asked me to write this #but there's gonna be more #arthur h. cartwright x reader #children's theatre critic #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina fanfiction #arthur h cartwright x reader #alfred molina #funny or die #gender neutral reader #rated t #worth the free admission

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bowievanfleet · 3 years

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annie’s song

a/n- this is very near and dear to me because i used to play cello, and annie’s song is also one of my favorites :) im fairly new to tumblr and this is my first fanfic on here so hopefully it doesn't flop el oh el

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jake kiszka x gender neutral! reader

summary~ you and your strings quartet are playing background in the greta van fleet candlelight sessions. what happens when a certain someone takes notice of your talent?

genre- fluff <3

warnings- none :)

word count- 2k

(lowercase intended)

you were completely lost in the music as you played along with josh’s euphoric voice. you’ve been doing this for years, yet you’ve never played in such an ethereal environment such as this one.

candles illuminated the set in a soft glow, with white rose petals scattered around the floor. you were sure that your instrument could barely be heard over the arrangement going, but it didn't matter to you.

the notes were like second nature, so your hands were on autopilot as you played and stared at the man in front of you.

it was obvious he was in his element, and it was mesmerizing to watch as he fingered through the broken bells solo. you had never seen someone so immersed in their playing besides you, watching as he became one with his guitar, letting the music flow through him, as you felt it flow through you as well. it was like he was on a different plane, leaning with the beat at all the right times and letting his fingers do the work for him.

you fed off of his energy as you played the melody after his solo along with josh’s singing. you felt the music overtaking you as well, losing your perception of time as you moved your bow across the strings, sliding your fingers up and down the fingerboard.

before you knew it, the song came to a close with a few plucks of jake’s guitar strings. there was a moment of silence as you all absorbed the lingering notes, and josh broke it with a wide grin

“i do believe that was the best performance of it yet!” he exclaimed, earning agreements from all the other boys.

“that was amazing, '' the violinist, selene, said in awe. selene was your best friend and partner in crime, along with the other two members of the quartet, ollie and ezra. the four of you had played in many recitals and ensembles, and got the occasional opportunity to play like this for a band. but this was by far the biggest band you’ve played for, and you were all stunned to be there.

“says you! you guys held the whole thing together,” josh replied in amazement.

“yeah, especially you, you were getting really into it!” jake spoke gently while looking straight at you.

you felt your cheeks heat up, scrambling to think of a response as if you didn’t spend the entire time staring at him.

“oh! uh, thanks!” you settled on, trying your best to sound confident.

“you were amazing too, i don't see how you do it,” you continued as you got a sip of your water to calm yourself.

“it's easy when you’ve been playing your whole life,” he countered, and you agreed,

“that it is, i’ve been playing since i was eleven,”

you had gotten worried about holding everyone up but as you looked around you saw everyone was just as distracted as you, sam laughing about something with danny, josh talking to their manager, ollie and ezra giggling to each other, and selene on her phone.

you took that moment to set your cello down and stretch your legs, being in the same position for so long was the only downside of your job.

as you took another sip of your water, jake walked over to where you were standing.

“oh really? how did you get started?” he questioned, and you were confused as to why he was so interested in you. you were a background player in a quartet playing for greta van fleet, how possibly interesting could you be?

but you enjoyed the attention nonetheless, especially coming from him, so you basked in the moment.

“oh, you know, just middle school orchestra and stuff. my dad had always liked the cello so i guess i kind of picked it up for him.” you explained, and he nodded along.

“i’ve always thought it was a beautiful instrument, always wanted to learn it. i mean, i know a little violin, but the cello seemed too intimidating.” he said.

“it's the same concept as a guitar, you start with hot cross buns and end up playing the swan. just like you start with wonderwall and end up playing that.” you gestured to his previous place in the middle of the room, referencing his solo.

“what do you know about wonderwall?” he questioned with an eyebrow raised up and a smirk.

“i have my fair share of experience,” you assured with a grin, and just as he was about to fire back josh let out a yell,

“ALRIGHT BITCHES LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!”

you let out a laugh and jake rolled his eyes at his twin before you both returned to your places.

the next and last song was tears of rain, your favorite one to play. it was also coincidentally the song where your quartet was most prominent in the array of instruments.

the song opened with jake’s acoustic picking that you adored so much, and you played along with him. you stared at him during his solo just as much as you did the last time, and you couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as well when you played through some complicated parts here and there. the atmosphere was almost ethereal as josh’s high notes pierced the air, and the song came to an end with one last guitar riff, a rumble of thunder, and a chord from sammy’s piano.

you were almost brought to tears at how beautiful it was, and you realized all over again why you loved music so much. you loved the way it could move a person, transport them to other worlds, embed into someone's soul. it was your favorite thing on earth, and you wouldn’t trade where you were in that moment for anything.

you looked over to selene and saw she was feeling the same, tears brimming her eyes as you shared a watery smile. you then looked at the boys and saw they were just as content with the moment as you were, and you all took a few moments to soak in the feeling, giddy smiles on everyone’s faces.

eventually the director wrapped up the shoot, and it was left with stragglers lingering around and helping take the set down. you zipped up your cello case and put all the equipment away, standing and stretching your body. you spotted an acoustic guitar in the corner and decided to snag it, not quite having enough of the music.

no one seemed to say anything or disapprove, so you sat on jake’s stool and started strumming mindlessly, thinking of something to play. you settled on annie’s song by john denver and before you knew it, the set had cleared out and you were by yourself.

you shrugged to yourself, “it's 8 pm, i'm sure nobody’s coming back in” you thought.

you hummed along to the melody as you played the chords you had memorized so long ago. annie’s song has been your favorite john denver song ever since your dad played it on vinyl for you when you were 6 or 7. that set you off to explore a plethora of other artists, finding your love for music and instruments along the way.

you strummed the last chord, letting it ring out into the empty set.

“annie’s song, huh?” a voice spoke from behind you.

you whipped around to find jake leaning casually on the wall.

“jesus you scared me!” you scolded, running a hand through your hair.

“my deepest apologies madam,” he said in his oliver reed voice, and you let out a giggle.

“i guess you can be forgiven,” you said with a fake eye roll.

“thank goodness, i don’t know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t!” he said, draping a hand over his forehead for dramatic effect.

you scoffed and turned back to the guitar, strumming mindlessly to the music is you.

“where did you learn stuff like that?” he looked genuinely surprised that you even knew who john denver was.

“i told you i had experience,” you countered.

“i was expecting some beethoven or something,” he laughed, but then it quickly faded as you started plucking fur elise.

you finished and looked at him with an expectant smile.

“damn,” he whispered.

you two looked at each other for a long moment, getting lost in his brown irises. you concluded that if you could. you would jump in them and stay there forever.

overwhelmed with the sudden urge to reach out and touch him, you quickly distracted yourself by strumming the guitar lightly.

“so, why are you still here?” you asked.

“oh!” he exclaimed, seemingly remembering why the hell he wasn’t driving back home with his brothers right now.

“i was hoping i could catch you alone.” he stated, and you furrowed your brows.

“and why is that?” you questioned.

he seemed to tense up as he answered, “i was thinking maybe i could take you up on some cello lessons?” he asked, and for the first time since you’ve been around him, he seemed anxious, almost timid even.

you felt a blush creep up your neck and felt a surge of confidence shoot through you.

“only if you’ll take me out to lunch in return,” he seemed to relax as he grinned widely, “it would be my greatest pleasure!” he replied as oliver reed made another appearance.

you grinned and let out a shy laugh as you felt the butterflies start up in your stomach.

“how about tomorrow?” he asked.

“tomorrow sounds great,” you replied. “here’s my number.” you said as you grabbed a sharpie from your bag. he looked at you questioningly as you took his hand and wrote out your number on his palm.

“how cliché,” he breathed a laugh at your actions.

you finished writing and held his hand in yours a little longer than necessary, before letting go and standing up to get your equipment together.

“i’ll pick you up at 12 sharp, you better be ready,” he joked as he pointed a finger at you with raised eyebrows.

“sir, yes sir!” you saluted, and you both burst into a fit of giggles.

the lunch date came and went, as did many other dates that involved you guiding his hands along your cello’s fingerboard, trying to teach him john denver songs.

all of it leading up to now.

you were in your music room, practicing your new favorite song, achilles come down.

as you finished the song with one last note, you heard the door to the room open.

“hi baby,” jake said with a soft smile.

“hey love,” you said with a wide grin, giddy that he was finally home.

“am i interrupting? you sounded amazing,” he asked, worried he was intruding.

“not at all! i was just finishing up.” you said as you set your cello down, stretching and walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck and pressing soft kisses to the skin there.

“i missed you today baby,” he said, muffled by your neck.

“and i missed you even more,” you whispered.

when he pulled back he started walking backwards, pulling you with him.

“what are you doing?” you laughed, walking along with him towards the living room.

as you neared it you heard the sound of the record player getting louder.

as you walked into the room and realized what song was playing, you looked at jake with a knowing smile and hid your face in his neck as the words rang out.

you fill up my senses

like night in a forest

like the mountains in springtime

like a walk in the rain

“dance with me,” he said sweetly, moving his hands to your waist, stroking up and down.

you pulled back and relaxed into his touch, threading your hands into his soft hair.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” you asked softly, running your hands through it.

he pretended to think, “hmm, maybe a few times,” he said with a smile.

“but im sure it doesn’t amount to how much i love you.”

“mmmm, i’d beg to differ.” you replied “and i am willing to fight you over it,” you stated firmly.

he let out a chuckle, “can we at least wait until after the song is over?”

“fine.” you smiled, as he pulled you closer and rested your head on his chest.

you felt the thump of his heart through his barely-buttoned shirt, and realized that it belonged completely to you, just as yours belonged completely to him.

like a storm in the desert

like a sleepy blue ocean

“happy anniversary baby.” he whispered as he swayed you back and forth.

you hug him closer and remember that day that he had listened to you play this very song on a random guitar in that one studio.

and you realized, music really does work in mysterious ways.

you fill up my senses,

come fill me again.

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fanfic #peaceful army #gvf #gvf fanfic

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emonaculate · 4 years

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Kisses n Kick Flips

❥ AU: Highschool!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff/Comedy

❥ Rating: 16+ (Well anyone can read because there's no explicit content, I'm just saying 16 because Eren is gonna be 18)

❥ Pairing: Skater!Eren Yeager x Black!Reader

❥ Word Count: 2.4K

❥ Warnings Include: Puppy Love, Romance, Profanity, and Injuries

❥ Author Note: I wrote this shit because I'm depressed and in desperate need of tooth-rotting romance. Attack on Titan is somehow the best and worst thing that has happened to me in a long fucking time. Not to mention @eremiie and @erotisc gave me some inspiration to work with, so thank you guys! Anyways I hope this helps everyone who is sad over the newest chapter

"Armin you don't understand, she's the smartest person in this whole fucking school; there's no way I'm gonna catch her attention." Eren groaned slamming his head into their lunch table.

"I take personal offense to that; when I'm valedictorian..." Armin frowned not reacting to Eren's physical actions, meaning he was used to seeing it.

"Sorry. But you know what I mean; she's smart and I'm just..."

"A hot-headed dumbass?" Jean quipped, now interested in the conversation at hand.

"Haha. Fuck you, horse face." Eren snapped flipping his friend off.

"I'm just saying if you wanna catch Y/n's attention; you need to completely not be...." Jean looked Eren up and down grimacing as he gestured to his entire body. "Yourself."

"That's not that bad of an idea, Jeanboy." Connie butted in, leaning on the ash-brown boy's shoulder

Before Eren could retaliate, the lunch bell rang meaning it was time for his favorite class of the day, Physics. Without wasting any time, Eren grabbed his bookbag and sprinted out of the cafeteria leaving his friends behind. The excitement began to build through his body as he raced down the halls tightly clutching onto his bag, trying to beat the bell and the other kids walking around.

He made his way into the class extremely early and sat down eagerly, finally for the first time, he'd be able to sit right beside her. A happy smile spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair excitedly.

Damn it all, life was a never-ending cycle of depression and disappointment. All Eren ever knew was pain. He knew was being a tad bit dramatic but how come nothing ever went his way? All that running and dashing was for nothing, especially since Y/n showed up to class later than usual. The only good thing about the entire ordeal was, Y/n sat near the teacher's desk, meaning he could stare at her for as long as he wanted without it looking creepy.

"Yeager, what's the answer?" His teacher snapped, irritated that he was being ignored.

"Huh? Can you repeat the question?"

"As light from a star spreads out and weakens, do gaps form between the photons?" Mr. Shadis repeated, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Um... No?" Eren started having no idea what the hell to say.

"Incorrect. As usual." Shadis scoffed with a slight smirk, satisfied that he managed to crush and embarrass yet another student.

Eren looked down as his face heated up, now he looked like a moron in front of Y/n. Maybe Jean was right, being himself wasn't going to help anything. Or better yet, maybe he should just give up on crushing on someone so out of his league.

"Mr. Shadis, I don't mean to interrupt but actually, Eren is correct. Gaps do not form between photons as light spreads out. Light is made up of tiny fundamental bits called photons. A photon is a quantum object. As such, a photon acts a little like a particle and a little like a wave." Y/n explained looking at their teacher with a slight gleam in her eyes, silently daring him to correct her.

"Ah, Miss L/n. It's nice to see you join the conversation for once, of course, you join to protect your boyfriend."

"Well I couldn't just leave him hanging when he was in the right and knew what he was talking about, isn't that right Eren?"

The smile on the said male's face was entirely too big, he had died and gone straight to Heaven. All the misfortune he had experienced before meant nothing now that Y/n had acknowledged him. He had won at life.

"Um yeah exactly. I have to say, you explained it better than I could." He cleared his throat and looked directly at her, his heart pounding through his ears as she kept eye contact with him.

"Thanks but I just tend to over-explain things, so don't feel bad. Simplicity is nice sometimes."

"Okay that enough, anyways back to the lesson at hand." Shadis grumbled.

Eren waited for the bell to ring before he shot up and walked over to Y/n's seat, the tanned girl was still packing up her belongings. Now that he was close enough, Eren could smell the sweet aroma that radiated off of her body, strawberries, and coconut. Her long braids were pulled up into a half up half down style and her edges had been laid to perfection.

The male felt his palms grow sweaty as he continued to look at her, Jesus had she always been this beautiful? Y/n looked back up at him as her two-toned glossed lips morphed into a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Hi, Eren."

"Hey... um, thanks again for earlier."

"It's no trouble really, can't let Shadis bully his students right?"

"Yeah... yeah" Eren licked his lips and shoved his hands into his pockets now growing self-conscious about what he chose to wear to school.

A tight black wife-beater, grey and white flannel with ripped blue jeans, and finally black Air Forces. Granted it was usual for him, but he wasn't sure if his usual was something Y/n would even remotely be attracted to.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school today.." He blurted after gathering all of his confidence.

Y/n's face looked shocked for a moment before she gave an apologetic smile looking away slightly; Eren felt his heart drop to his stomach instantly knowing whatever she was about to say was going to ruin his happy mood.

"Sorry. I can't-"

"Yeah, it's cool. Nevermind forget I asked." Eren walked off, not wanting to act like a dick in front of her.

He knew his temper wasn't exactly the best, but the last thing he wanted was to blow up on her of all people. That's why he was now at the park sitting on a table beside Armin who was doing homework, which really made no sense to Eren since Armin was the one who suggested going to the park in the first place.

"I was so close man. Like all she had to do was say yes."

"So let me get this straight, Y/n defended your dumbass in class and you still fumbled the ball? Wow, Yeager, you surprise me every day." Jean laughed as he watched Connie roll the blunt.

"Say something else and I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. Say something else, I fucking dare you." Eren glared as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Ayo calm down, don't be getting mad at grade-a asshole over here because of your shortcomings. Jean is a dick don't get me wrong but beating his ass won't help your situation." Connie tsked as he gazed up at Eren.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go skate." Eren stood up and grabbed his board, moving away from his friends.

Sometimes skating was the only thing that could get him to relax, well that and his mother's cookies. But currently, the older he got, the more skating seemed to help him cope with all the bullshit he dealt with on a daily. This skateboard has been with him for years, despite how rough he was with it, it managed to outlast all of the crazy stunts he'd pull.

Eren got a running start and jumped on his board enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing on his face; his eyes fluttered shut as the wind continued to tickle his face. A peaceful sigh escaped his lips as he shifted his body, concentrating on using his other senses.

He would often skate blindfolded, there was something about having the trust all of your other senses to not wind up hurting yourself or others. More than he'd like to admit, usually it would be him that got the short end of the stick.

"Watch out!" A familiar voice screeched causing Eren to snap his eyes open.

His eyes widened as he saw a young girl sitting right in the middle of his path, usually stopping would be no problem for Eren, unfortunately since his focus was thrown off. He continued to advance towards the girl, but in the last second decided to perform a rather high Ollie. Luckily he managed to maneuver his trick perfectly, however, due to the altitude of his jump, the male lost his footing and crashed into the concrete.

"Fuck!" He hissed in pain as he knew he tore skin.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? I'm so sorry." A female voice called out to him as he laid on the ground.

"Just fucking peachy," He sat up ready to finally blow up only to come face to face with Y/n. "Erm. I mean yeah it hurt but I'm fine."

"You're bleeding and it's my fault. I'm so sorry." She panicked as she inspected his face, her warm hands darting out to grab his face.

Suddenly all the pain disappeared from his body, he was on cloud nine again. Eating shit on concrete felt like a piece of cake now that she was here pampering him.

"It's no problem, Y/n. I've felt worse." He replied trying to ease her worries.

"I turn away for one moment and then Gabi just disappeared."

"Hey, it's okay. Y/n look at me, I'm fine." He chuckled and placed his larger hand over hers.

Y/n stared at him for a moment before averting her eyes, seeming to be flustered as she stood up. She shifted awkwardly and stumbled backward, much to Eren's confusion.

"Stay right there. I got some first aid stuff in my car. I'll be right back." She mumbled as she rushed away.

Eren watched her silently with a shit-eating grin on his face, despite his nose and lip bleeding profusely. He watched her baby blue skirt flow along with the over-sized white graphic t-shirt. When Y/n came back, she held tightly onto a little girl's hand and dropped the first-aid kit clumsily as she made eye-contact with Eren.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry."

"Y/n, I never knew you were this uncoordinated." He hummed teasingly as she bent down to grab the kit.

"I'm usually not. It's just because-" She stopped herself and smiled at him. "Nevermind it's nothing."

She sat down in front of him and began to clean the cuts along with scrapes. Y/n bandaged them all up carefully whilst avoiding looking at the male who could nothing but stare at her. His turquoise eyes greedily soaked in the appearance of her face, after-all with how close she was, how could he not?

"And done...Now Gabi," Y/n smiled sweetly, backing away from him as she grabbed the little girl's hand again. "Apologize to Eren. He could have gotten hurt."

"Why should I care? I was there first. He almost messed me up and then I'd have to start all over with my chalk." Gabi sneered and crossed her arms.

"Gabi! Apologize now. Or I'll make sure Reiner, knows about your behavior recently." Y/n said sternly.

"Fine. I'm sorry. Sorry, that you got in my way." Gabi stuck her tongue out at Eren and blew a loud raspberry.

"That's it go stand by the car. Right now." Y/n snapped looking at the child.

"But-" Gabi started as her eyes widened, seeming to not be used to punishment from Y/n.

"No buts. Go. Now." Y/n demanded pointing at the car.

Gabi walked away grumbling to herself and Y/n looked back at Eren apologetically. He stared at her with a raised eyebrow and an amused grin.

"Charming kid."

"She usually isn't like this."

"Oh really? She seems like an angel." He sarcastically replied.

"I'm sorry Eren. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" She mumbled softly looking at him with her big brown eyes.

Eren stiffened up and silently began to recite the pledge of allegiance, there was no reason for how ridiculously attractive she looked when she said that little stupid phrase.

"Let me take you on a date." He blurted dreamily not realizing it had slipped out of his mouth.

"A date?" Y/n questioned curiously.

"Yes. A date, you and me." He responded despite his chest-beating heavily.

"...I don't know." She mumbled looking away from him.

"Y/n..." Eren stood up and looked down at her, cupping her face gently, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I've had the biggest crush on you since sophomore year. I thought that it would just go away but no matter what I've always just thought about you. Despite the two other girls I've dated, I wanted you. I've never dared to ask you because you're clearly out of my league and I just-"

He was silenced by Y/n pressing her lips against his mouth and Eren was sure he felt his knees buckle, the taste of her vanilla lip-gloss was the tastiest thing he had consumed. He kissed back desperately not wanting the moment to end, his hands held her jaw a little tighter. Y/n broke the kiss first with a bashful smile.

"I like you Eren. I've liked you since middle school. I was just nervous because I thought you were out of my league."

"Bullshit, you're like an Earth goddess and I'm just a dumbass." He protested as his hands found their way to her hips.

"No, you're sweet, caring, friendly, and all-around a really good guy." She hummed wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Mm well, I guess I can say this shit was worth the wait." He leaned down their noses touching gently.

"Definitely," Y/n repeated before Eren captured her lips into another sweet kiss.

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"Okay, I need to go now." Y/n laughed as he peppered kisses down her shoulder.

"Mm then leave" Eren mumbled nipping at her skin softly.

"I would but you won't let me leave your lap." She retorted as she looked down at his hands that held tightly onto her waist.

"Then I guess you can't go." He grinned.

"Okay, you guys are starting to make me sick." Jean stood up, setting his controller down.

"Yeah me too, Armin why the fuck did you have to set them up." Connie mumbled as he painted his nails.

"What?" Eren paused his motions and looked at his blonde best friend, who was reading a book.

"You guys kept moping to me about liking each other and whenever I advised to just be upfront about your feelings, you guys just ignored me. What else was I supposed to do?" He questioned setting his book down, as it dawns on both Y/n and Eren; they had been manipulated.

"Dammit, Armin." Y/n mumbled despite the smile on her face.

Eren was definitely in Armin's debt forever after realizing he was the reason that Y/n was his girlfriend. The brunette smiled thinking of the perfect way to help his friend, and what better way could he repay him by setting him up with his crush as well?

#Armin is the best wingman #aot fluff #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren is a misunderstood dork #he's actually really fucking sweet #romance #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #eren fanfiction #skater!eren #nerdish!reader #sassy armin

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roanniom · 4 years

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Happy Friday Issa! Today I am thinking about Paterson, and what it would be like to end up on his bus one day by happenstance. It would be impossible not be smitten at first sight. I can't stop picturing the way his eyes would just bore into ours when he catches us staring in the rearview mirror. The blush that spreads over him would be just unreal. 😍🥺💜 Thanks so much for sharing nyour imagines with us!

Lovely Claire, as you know I’ve been excited to get to this one. Partly because I love Pat with all my heart and partly because I looked forward to bringing such a beautiful idea to life in that calm Paterson style. I hope you like this little story <3

Three Stops, Five Regulars, and You

Word Count: 2,152

Warnings: Really just sweetness, the slightest angst from ~yearning~

Paterson drives the same route every day. He knows the people who get on, where they board, and where they disembark. The sweet old lady who gets her groceries at the corner store on Tuesdays. The recent emigrant from Nigeria who sits in the front and practices English with the local florist as they both commute to different jobs in the same strip mall. The high school baseball player who acts rowdy in the back of the bus with his teammates until the teammates get off on Maple Street and he remains on for eight more stops, always moving to sit shyly with a girl Paterson has gathered to be the boy’s old English tutor.

But never you.

When Paterson opens his folding doors and you walk in, he is immediately struck by your newness. The way the planes of your face reflect no familiarity back onto him unsettles Paterson as you pass him by to take your seat a few rows down. He inhales the scent that wafts in your wake, trying to place it but, as with your features, he draws a blank. Freesia? Gardenia? Paterson blinks at the expanse of windshield before him in an attempt to ground himself in the here and now.

It’s a Friday afternoon, almost early evening.

He’s on 5th and Potomac.

Three more stops till he’s done with his shift.

Done to go home to a microwaved meal and a comfortable couch.

Five more regulars to get to their destination.

And you.

Paterson looks up then into the rearview mirror only to meet those unfamiliar eyes. Beautiful eyes, he registers somewhere in the back of his short-circuiting brain. Eyes that take him in through the mirror. Appraising him. He wonders what they see in him, these eyes that can’t possibly know him any more than his know you.

“Hey Pat, we outta gas or something, buddy?”

The good-natured tease comes from Ollie, the auto mechanic, sitting in his usual seat in row six. This does nothing to stop Paterson from jumping a foot into the air and muttering his apologies before clunking the bus into gear.

It takes Paterson several minutes of silent driving before he works up the courage to glance at the rearview mirror again. He argues with himself internally before he does so.

You’re probably not even looking anymore. No, it’s much more likely you’ve become engaged in polite conversation with another passenger or pulled out a book or lost yourself looking out the window, taking in the outside world with those beautiful eyes…

Or, less likely but much more anxiety-inducing, you could still be looking. Looking at the lanky bus driver with the goofy ears who stared like an idiot instead of doing his job. He kicks himself at the thought of the way he’d gaped at you. Openly and so out of character.

What he should have done was averted his eyes when you’d entered, waited a respectable amount of time, and then peered back a few times to catch a glimpse. He could have taken in the curve of your jaw, the arch of your brow, the turn of your nose, all without detection from the comfortable anonymity of the driver’s seat. Gone home and written a poem or two about the ethereal creature who’d gotten lost and found herself on his bus route, a sprite or a fairy who would disappear tomorrow like some Freesia-scented vapor, perhaps never really there to start.

But no. He’d looked. And you’d looked.

And now he looks again.

His eyes dart back to the road immediately and his pulse races.

You were looking.

Paterson takes a few deep breaths and minds a stop sign before he hazards a glance again.

Yes. Still looking.

But this time he notices the smile on your face. The lips he hadn’t noticed, being so far below your eyes as they were, your eyes which had been just about as far as he had gotten to this point. The smile is soft but amused. Your hand lifts up in a small wave and Paterson feels himself heat up all the way down to his sensible shoes. His ears burn and he brings his eyes back to the road by force of habit and in order to do his job of steering this bus full of people but for absolutely no other reason. Because now he has two different things that require his attention – your eyes and your lips. Both deserving of equal consideration.

When his eyes revisit the road he realizes the next stop is upon him. When the bus pulls to a halt and deflates down steadily to allow passengers to climb out, Pat counts the seconds with his heartbeat. Wondering if this is your stop. Knowing which stop it is for all other riders but you. Knowing Mr. McKinney will get off to see his nephew and that the kind goth boy whose name he doesn’t know is off to the library with music blaring in his ears. Paterson nods to each of them as they pass, but does not look up to see them, opting instead to stare straight ahead.

When his peripheral vision doesn’t show him your retreating figure Paterson looks up to find you still in your seat, this time sitting lower. More comfortable. But still looking. Still smiling.

Involuntarily, Paterson feels a smile spread across his own face. He closes the folding doors and shifts back into gear.

Two more stops and three more passengers.

And you.

As Paterson navigates his way into the middle lane to avoid construction, he tries to settle his racing thoughts. He’s confused by this reaction, mental, physical and otherwise. It’s not like he’s never had a pretty passenger before.

So why does your face look like nobody he’s ever seen but everything he’s ever looked for?

“What’s your favorite thing about being a bus driver?”

Paterson inhales sharply and he jerks his head around at the unfamiliar voice to see that you are now sitting in the seat directly behind him. Your smile larger than ever.

Paterson swallows thickly, searching for the first words best to say to you.

“Passengers shouldn’t move about while we’re in motion.”

Wrong words.

“So is it that? The authority?” you joke, your smile becoming more lopsided, Paterson’s thankful to be able to see. Even with you right behind him he can still see you in the rearview mirror.

“No! No I didn’t mean to…I mean it’s really not that big…we’re only going 30 –” Paterson’s stuttering is cut off by your laugh.

“Ok if not that then what is it?”

“Um, what is what?” Paterson asks, looking back up after yielding to a bicyclist.

“What’s your favorite thing about being a bus driver?”

“Oh.” Paterson looks back at the road.

He’s never really thought of it. Mainly because nobody had ever asked it before, so he hadn’t bothered to ask it of himself. But it only takes another second of thought before he has his answer.

“It’s a weird limbo.”

“Come again?” Judging by your expression this was clearly not an answer you’d anticipated.

“Being a bus driver you are part of people’s daily lives. You go with them to work, you take them home after a long day. You see them with their friends and family. Or alone.”

“I’m alone,” you point out with a nod. It’s a simple statement, as if corroborating his assessment. Paterson grins and nods.

“Exactly, you’re alone. It’s very personal, in a way. Being there for these moments in between where they are coming from and where they’re going.”

“Intimate?” you offer. Paterson feels his throat go dry as he nods again.

“Yes. Intimate.”

“But you called it limbo?”

“Well it might be intimate, but it’s from a distance. A bus driver is only a small part of someone’s day, but my passengers are my day.”

“Oh,” you exclaim, voice softer than before. “I guess I never thought about it that way.”

The next stop, the penultimate one, comes into view and Paterson eases to bus to halt. A single mother known for jogging around the park in the evenings bids Paterson good night and Ollie claps him on the back as he heads out for dinner with his kids. Upon their exit, Paterson’s eyes seek out yours in the mirror once more. Wondering again if this is the place where you get off.

You lean against the back of your chair. Still very much seated.

Still very much a passenger.

It is then, as Paterson closes the folding doors once more, that he realizes the rest of the bus is empty. This startles him, as usually there is one more regular on the bus for this last upcoming stop. A man, very quiet and not unlike himself. Though Paterson doesn’t know much about him, he’s always wondered just how similar they are. Wondered if the man who enters a residential complex across the street from this last stop also has an empty apartment waiting from him. A lukewarm meal and a cold bed.

Paterson spares a moment to wonder where the man is, feeling a tinge of hope burn through the usual pity – perhaps the man is not alone, wherever he is, and perhaps tonight his dinner will be hot.

The folding doors hiss as they close for the second to last time tonight and Paterson pulls back into traffic. A glance in the rearview mirror reminds him that, not only are you still there, but that the absence of his final regular means that you two are very much alone.

The thought makes blood pound in his ears and he finds his eyes darting between the road and the mirror, not wanting to miss a second of whatever you may do, whatever you may say.

And you don’t make him wait long.

“That man called you Pat earlier,” you say in that lilting voice. “Is your name Patrick?”

“Paterson.” He says it wearily, bracing himself for the inevitable exclamation sure to come about how his name couldn’t possibly be what he says it is because no, that’s the name of the town.

Instead he sees you nod in the mirror as if this is the most rational name he could have given. Of course his name is Paterson.

The silence that follows is heavy with a lot of things, chief among them the things he wishes he could bring himself to say. Questions mainly, ones to counter the questions you’ve lobbed at him. After a block passes he opts for a simple one.

“What do you like best about being a bus passenger?” The question is timid and he hates himself for it, but the sound of your laugh is an pleasantly unexpected reward.

“I like the bus drivers.”

Paterson laughs with you then.

“Now you’re making fun of me.”

“No, I’m not!” you say with mock offense. Paterson flexes his fingers on the steering wheel, starting to feel them tingle. Probably a symptom of a long day of driving.

Or a symptom of you.

“Ok maybe you’re not making fun of me, but there’s no way that’s your answer.”

“You’re right, maybe it’s not the bus drivers,” you say then, leaning forward to rest your chin on your arms as they fold on top of the ledge separating the first row from the driver’s seat. Paterson can practically hear your breath as you speak your next words. “Maybe I just like you.”

If Paterson hadn’t already been pulling up to the final stop he’s pretty sure he would have slammed on the breaks. When the bus eases into motionlessness, Paterson’s hand automatically opens the folding doors, something he probably wouldn’t have thought to do if the action wasn’t so tied to muscle memory at this point.

Paterson’s mind is reeling. He needs to ask you out, or at least as you your name.

But his tongue is tied and you’re standing up and reaching for your bag.

You step down the one step that brings you to the level of the driver’s seat and he gets another good look at you, eyes skittering up and down in a vain attempt to take in every detail incase this was both his first and last chance.

“Good night!” you say cheerily as you move to the door.

Paterson’s heart is sinking faster than the hydraulics on his bus when suddenly you turn around once more, almost as an after thought.

“Oh and Paterson? You were my day.”

And with that you step into the night.

Perhaps to continued tangibility.

Perhaps to vaporize into thin air.

He’s not sure which possibility scares him more.

Paterson allows himself to sit still for a few more moments, not bothering to close the folding doors so quickly this time. Allowing the cool air to flow in. Air that contains the remnants, and potential, of you.

~*~

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(Original idea by @year2000electronics)

Mario stared in disbelief at the figure in front of him—one he had been certain he’d never see again.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite tacky dresser!” The black-clad man gave him a smirk. “Still wearing those overalls after all this time? Bold choice, red.”

Olivia, oblivious to the history between the two men and the identity of the latter, looked to her companion in confusion.

“Mario,” she whispered, “do—do you two know each other?”

The plumber shot her a desperate “now-is-not-the-time” look, hoping she would pick up on his discomfort at the situation. But before he could tell if the origami girl had realized what he meant, the other person started speaking again.

“What, surprised to see me? You should know you can’t get rid of The Green Thunder so easily...”

“The Green Thunder?” Olivia seemed even more puzzled now.

“Yes, that’s me! The Green Thunder...” The man paused, spinning into a pose. “Mr. L!”

Well, that just confirms it, Mario thought with a sigh. As if this day couldn’t get any more stressful...

“Ooooo! What does the ‘L’ stand for?” the girl exclaimed curiously.

“...None of your business!” Mr L retorted quickly, seemingly thrown off-guard by the question.

“Huh? But that starts with an ‘N’...”

Shaking his head, the plumber pulled aside the naive paper girl.

“Olivia, let him be, you’ll only annoy him.” Turning to the man in question, he demanded in a much sharper tone, “All right, what in Eldstar’s name are you doing here?!”

“Isn’t it obvious? I was in that wall.”

“What about before that?”

“Well...how should I know?” The man’s silver eyes darted around nervously, as if trying to avoid the question.

“Look, Mr. L, I don’t have time for this. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not in a very good mood right now, so I’d appreciate it if you gave me a clear answer.” Mario was starting to feel a full-blown headache coming on.

“...Fine. I woke up and there was this weird folded boy yelling at me, and THEN I ended up in the wall.”

It was obvious the former minion of Count Bleck was still hiding something, but before Mario could press further Olivia cut in.

“MY BROTHER! Why is he doing this?!” she cried, a hint of despair in her voice.

“What—Wait, that was her brother?” Mr L gave the girl a suspicious look.

Mario groaned. “Can everyone please be quiet for just ONE second, I’m trying to think—”

“Oh, well excuse me, Mr. JumpsAllTheTime! I guess it should have been obvious!” The man’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“This is turning out to be a great day,” the plumber muttered to himself. “Of all the times something like this could have happened...”

At least his brother was safe, even though he had somehow ended up once again...like this. But that could be figured out later, it seemed, as his companion once again spoke up.

“Yes, the boy who did that to you is in fact my brother, Olly,” Olivia admitted sadly. “We’re going to try to stop him...Oooo! Would you like to join us?”

Both men stared at her in stunned silence, before in unison exclaming, “WHAT?!”

“Team up with him?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“Olivia, I really don’t think you understand just who this is—”

“Why would I ever—”

And then they froze, seeing the look of shocked disappointment on the folded girl’s face.

“Aw...but...but I just thought...” She sniffled slightly. “But Mario, he looks so cool!”

...

...Mario always had had a weakness for children.

And so had his brother, which seemed to have carried over to this “counterpart”, for lack of a better term.

“I guess you would be pretty lucky to have me,” the other man stated smugly, earning a sharp glare from the red-clad hero.

After a pause, Mario nodded begrudgingly.

“Alright,” he finally relented. “He’ll come with us.”

But there is no way this is going to end well...

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marvelgurl · 3 years

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Off-Limits: Part 6

Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield (eventually), Harrison Osterfield, Mrs. Osterfield, Ollie (OC), Lewis (OC), Luke (OC), Various Medical Professionals

Word Count: 4080

Warning: Language, Angst, Fluff, Asshole Luke, Talk of Past Abuse, Protective Harrison, Anxiety/Panic Attack , Medical “Talk”, Upset Harrison, Upset Tom

A/N: This is Part 6 in the Off-Limits Series. This one went in a different direction than I originally intended, that’s all I will say about this... Sorry

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! I’m not going to lie I was dealing with trying not to trigger myself when I was writing certain part of this fic.

Tags are Open for this series.

As always Feedback is always welcome. Good and Bad, it really does helps me.

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When you started driving you weren’t ready to go home yet. So, you parked your car in your space, then decided to walk to the pub; you didn’t plan on drinking much. You walked in; you saw Ollie behind the bar. He looked up and smiled at you before sending you a small wave. The pub was a little busier than normal. You found an empty seat at the bar.

“Well, Hello.” A man walked up to you from behind the bar.

“Hello…” You gave him a skeptical look.

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a beer.” When he walked away you looked over to Ollie and gave him a very confused look. Ollie walked over to you, about the same time that the man came back.

“Hello darling, I want to introduce you to my cousin Lewis, Lewis this is Y/n. He’s going to be working here for a while. So, you guys will be seeing a lot of each other.”

Lewis held out his hand to you. You reached up and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lewis.”

“Nice to finally meet you too Y/n.”

“Finally?”

“Yeah, Ollie over here talked a lot about his “favorite” regular.”

“Oh, did he now?” You looked at Ollie with a raised eyebrow. “Only good things I hope.”

“Always Y/n. I would never give away your dirty little secrets.” He had a sly grin on his face.

“Good, because if you did, I would have to kick your ass.”

“I would love to see that, just for fun.” Lewis chimed in. all of you laughed.

“Alright, back to work boys. You have very thirsty patrons over there trying to get your attention.” You pointed to the other side of the bar where there was a small group of girls waiting on the guys.

“Alright, talk to you later y/n.” They walked to the other side of the bar to start making drinks.

You sat there for a few hours; you drank slowly. You only had 2 beers the entire time you were there. You didn’t want to end up like this morning. The whole time you were there Lewis and Ollie came back every once in a while, to check on you or just to talk to you.

“You doing alright over here?” You looked up to see Lewis, he had a slight grin on his face.

“I am good, just lost in thought I guess.”

“Anything you want to talk about.”

“Not particularly, just dealing with a lot of shit lately. That’s not a can I want to open right now. “

“Understandable. Well do you…” before he could finish Ollie called him over. “I’ll be right back.”

You had decided to go home, you had to go to work early in the morning. You waited until Lewis came back to pay your bill. You got up and started walking out when you looked over to the pool tables to see a very unwanted face. You quickly looked away hoping he didn’t see you and tried to get out of the pub quickly. You pulled out your phone and clicked the first name you could. You weren’t looking at your phone when you did, you just needed someone to come. You held your phone to your ear waiting for them to pick up.

“Hello?” Harrison, you were internally kicking yourself for not looking but at the same time you were also glad that it was him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to call you right now but I need help. Luke is...”

“Why are you with him?” You could hear a slight panic in his voice.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, he just showed up. I don’t want him following me home.”

“I’m on my way.”

You told him to hurry and to meet you on the corner. You moved through the crowd. As soon as you were about to open the door you felt a tap on your shoulder. You ignored it and opened the door anyways and walked out onto the quiet street.

“Y/n.” You wanted so badly to pretend not to hear him but with how quiet it is he would know you were ignoring him. Reluctantly, you turned around to see Luke standing behind you.

“Luke…” you said as emotionless as you possibly could.

“Wow, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

“I’m fine. Well, I really should get home, I have to work in the morning. One of the many perks of being an adult.” You turned away from him and start walking, you heard footsteps come up beside you.

“Let me walk you, it’s late and you really shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night.”

“No, I’ll be fine. Go back to your friends.” You stopped walking. You didn’t want him knowing where you lived.

“Come on Y/n, it will give us a chance to catch up.”

“I really don’t want to catch up. The last time we were together, you ended up breaking my nose. “

“I’m sorry about that, I lost control for a second.”

“Well, you’re not exactly my favorite person in the world and you haven’t been since then.”

“I know I’m not. That would be Tom.” You sighed and looked down at your feet. “Wait, Spider-kid isn’t your favorite anymore? Wow I never thought I would see the day he wasn’t.”

“It’s Spider-Man, and you know what? Whether he is or isn’t that’s really none of your business.”

“I’m just saying when we were dating, you guys were practically attached at the hip.”

“No, we weren’t you made sure of that. I couldn’t even hang out with my own brother without you getting pissed off at me. Who does that?!” you didn’t care that your voice started getting louder.

“I did not.”

“Do you not remember any of our fights? They were always about Harrison and Tom, and how I always wanted to hang out with them. I always invited you to hang out with us, but you were always “busy”, or you just didn’t want to. Then you started keeping me from going.”

“That had nothing to do with Harrison. We used to be friends, remember? I didn’t want you hanging out with Tom. I saw the way he looked at you, and it wasn’t just as a friend.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous. He DOESN’T like me! You were so possessive over me; I wasn’t able to think for myself. I didn’t even have a voice.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit! He was in love with you Y/n! You had a voice; it was usually talking about Tom or dancing. I never had a choice in that.”

“It was always what you wanted, no matter what. You couldn’t get past that large ego of yours to see what you were doing to me. Not to mention the abuse, Physical, mental and emotional, all of it. I was the idiot who thought she deserved that. You made me believe that that’s all I was worth.”

Luke had moved closer to get right in your face.

“I had to put up with your bullshit. I could see that you were in Love with Tom, and he was in love with you. It was only a matter of time before you either left me or you cheated on me. I wasn’t going to put up with that. You’re the one who made me do that shit.”

“Wow, here you go again, blaming all your problems on me. I didn’t deserve any of that. I didn’t make you do anything; you made a choice. You turned me into your personal punching bag. I was in love with you, despite everything you put me through. I hid all of it from everyone, I was trying to protect your stupid ass! I was the one who had to put up with your bullshit. You didn’t give a damn about me. As for the cheating I can say I never cheated on you, but you can’t say the same, can you?”

“That’s a god damn lie! I loved you, but you were in love with him!” He was looking directly into your eyes. “You’re not going to even deny it, are you?”

As you went to speak you saw Harrison pull up along the street, where you guys were standing. He got out of the car and called your name. You and Luke looked over to him. You turned to go to the car and started walking. Before you could take the third step, you felt a hand grip your bicep and pull you back.

“Ow!” You turned and looked at Luke. “Let go of me.”

“We aren’t done here.” His grip got tighter; Harrison was quickly at your side. He had gotten Luke’s hand off of you, now he was standing between the two of you.

“Keep your hands off my sister!” Harrison was right in his face.

“Wow, since when did you need a bodyguard.” He tilted his head to look at you.

“Fuck off Luke.”

He looked like he was going to say something, but the way Harrison was looking at him made him stop. He turned around and went back to the pub. Harrison turned back to you, with a sigh before pulling you into a hug. You just melted into him.

Before you realized it was happening, you were crying. It wasn’t because of Luke; it wasn’t because of Harrison; it was because of you. Harrison was right, you had tried to push him away. Despite everything you have done and said to him, he would always be there for you.

“I’m sorry Haz.” You had calmed yourself enough to get that out.

“I’m sorry too Y/n.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I am such an idiot.” You tightened your grip on him, you didn’t want to let him go.

“No, you’re not.” He tightened his grip on you too. He didn’t want to let go of you either.

“I am. I was pushing everyone away. I honestly would have understood if you didn’t show up. I was such a bitch to you. I am the worst sister ever.” The little voice in the back of your head was starting to come back.

“Hey, I would never, ever leave you. I will always be there for you, no matter where you are. You had every right to be pissed off and a bitch to me. I fucked up your life, all of our lives. You were just doing what I thought I was doing. You were protecting yourself.” You just started crying into his chest.

After a few moments, the both of you let go. He walked you over to the passenger side, opening the door for you. Once you were in, he went around to get in himself. He drove you home, he walked you up to your flat.

You so desperately wanted to ask him to stay but when you went to speak nothing came out. He pulled you into another hug, before saying goodbye. Harrison wanted to stay with you, but he was afraid to push you too far. He had a pit in his stomach when you closed your door behind you. He was going to call you in the morning to see if you were okay. Hopefully, this is the start of you coming back into his life.

Once you closed the door, you felt this sudden rush of emotions wash over you. You reached out to the wall to steady yourself. You didn’t know what to do. That feeling of being lost had worked its way back into your brain. The little voice in your head was clawing its way out of the deep dark pit you threw it into. You walk to your bedroom; you quickly start looking through your bags that you haven’t unpacked from your mother’s house. Moving from one bag to another, until you find the binder that has the pictures that you saved. You were just trying to find something to ground you.

Opening the binder, you pull the photos out, laying them down on your bed in front of you. You braced yourself on the bed as you stared down at them. You could feel your heart racing, faster than it has ever been. The bubble of anxiety was creeping its way into your chest, it felt like it was surrounding your heart and was starting to squeeze, which was only causing you more pain. The photos weren’t helping you, they always used to help.

You started backing up, you moved a hand to your chest, pressing down slightly as if that was going to slow it down. Your breathing was all over the place. You ended up backing into the wall. Your hand slid on the top of your dresser, knocking over your jewelry stand, perfume and a small lamp. You ended up breaking them and cutting your hand open, but you couldn’t feel it. You just sank down the wall, keeping your legs close to you, you placed your head on your knees. You started gasping for air, you felt like you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. You looked up at your bed and you had started seeing spots in your vision.

You pulled out your phone out as quickly as you could and dialed.

“911 What’s your emergency?

“I... Help... Me… Please…” Was all you could get out before passing out. There was a thud from you falling over and the phone falling onto the floor.

“Hello? Ma’am, are you still there? I’m sending someone to you now. Hello?”

The operator kept trying to get you to respond. She stayed on the phone the whole time waiting for the police, paramedics, and fire brigade got there, but they didn’t know which flat to go to.

Harrison was driving down the road when the paramedics goes flying past him. He pulled over to see where they were going. When he saw them turn the corner to where your flat was, he made his way back to you. That feeling he had, just multiplied.

Once he got there, he could see the men trying to figure out where they were supposed to go. He went up to the front desk to ask what was happening. She told him that someone called 911 and they didn’t give an flat number. Harrison took off up the stairs, leaving her and the men confused. Some of the men followed him.

Harrison had gotten to your flat quickly. He started banging on the door, yelling your name. His heart was pounding. His head was going through a million different scenarios at once. He stopped and waited for you to answer. The paramedics were right by his side at this point, he looked over to them he had a terrified look on his face.

“Sir, do you know what is going on?”

“No, I just dropped her off. I had a bad feeling when I did, but I still left. I saw you guys go by on the road, then I just had to come back, I had to check on her.” He was talking faster than normal. He went back to banging on the door. He stopped again, then he tried the doorknob. It turned and he pushed the door open. Before he could enter, one of the paramedics moved him to the side while the others went inside.

“I’m going to have to ask you to stay out here.” Before he could continue Harrison cut him off.

“NO! That’s my sister!” Harrison had started crying, but he was talking right through the tears. He was trying to get past him. He needed to know that you were okay. He was already blaming himself for leaving you.

“I understand that, but if she is the one who called we need to get to her as soon as possible.”

Over the radio the paramedics were talking. Harrison was catching small phrases.

“Unresponsive female... Heart Rate 180 and still climbing... Trying to stabilize... Laceration to the left hand… Need a stretcher to the third floor...”

The paramedic put one hand over the radio when he realized that Harrison was gawking at it.

“Sir, what’s your name?”

“Ha… Harrison.” He was trying to focus on what he was saying but his mind kept going back to you.

“Okay Harrison, I need you to tell me what happened.”

Harrison told him what had happened. Just as he was finishing up there was another EMT bringing the stretcher past the two of them. Harrison couldn’t handle it anymore; he gave the hardest push he could to get past the paramedic and ran into your flat. He wasn’t ready for what he saw.

There was blood on top of your dresser, it was also down the side. He saw you on the ground, you weren’t moving at all. There was one EMT who had an ambu bag, helping you to breath. They had you on a flat board and were preparing to put you onto the stretcher. The EMT that was originally outside with Harrison pulled him out of the room, He didn’t put up much of a fight this time. He was in shock and was just trying to hold it together, he was trying to be strong for you.

They loaded you into the ambulance, Harrison rode along with you. He wasn’t able to hold onto your hand because they had to make sure the bleeding had stopped. They started hooking you up to IVs and Holter monitor. One was trying to wake you up, while the other is talking to Harrison trying to get information on you. Everything was going so fast; Harrison was trying to wrap his head around everything.

At the hospital, Harrison was in the waiting room. He was bent over in his chair, with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He had stopped crying, and now all he could do is worry. Nobody was telling him anything, they had him fill out paperwork as best as he could. He ended up quitting, with most of it being blank, he was going to have to wait for your mother to fill in the rest. He had already called your mother, he called Tom to pick her up. He didn’t want her driving right now. A few minutes later they came running through the door.

“Harrison.” Tom was looking around until he saw Harrison.

Harrison looked up and practically ran over to them. He pulled his mom into a hug. All Tom could do is watch the two of them, he brought his hand up to Harrison’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Harrison let go of his mum and Tom instantly hugged him. He tried to comfort him as much as he could.

“It’s going to be okay Harrison. She’s going to be fine.” He was trying to hold back his own tears at this.

“I don’t know, you didn’t see her. She… She wasn’t breathing, there was blood, and she wasn’t moving.”

“Hey look at me.” Tom pulled out of the hug and put his hands on both sides of Harrison’s face, to make him look at him. “Don’t you dare talk like that. She is a strong woman. She is going to make it through this. Okay.”

Harrison just nodded his head. All three of them sat down to wait. Harrison was going to ask his mum to fill in the paperwork, but Tom stopped him.

“I’ll do it.” Tom took the clipboard and started filling in the blanks.

“How do you know this stuff?” He looked at him with a confused look.

“Umm well when we were with her in the hospital in New York. She asked me to help her fill out those papers. I guess it kind of stuck with me, plus I know everything there is to know about her.” He finished filling everything out and returned it to the nurse’s desk.

About an hour later, Tom got up and went to the nurse’s desk to see what was going on. Before he reached the desk a Doctor came into the room.

“Family of Y/n Osterfield?” Harrison and your mother were immediately in front of him.

“Yes, that’s us.” Your mother had grabbed onto Harrison to keep herself steady. Harrison reached over and grabbed Tom and pulled him with them.

“It seems like she was having an anxiety attack, along with a tachycardia. Which mixed with the amount of alcohol in her system and the blood she lost caused her to pass out. We were able to get her heart rate down to a normal rate. We have sewn up her hand, she has a fair amount of stitches. We do have some other concerns, but we would like to wait till she has woken up to talk about those.”

“She isn’t awake yet?” Harrison’s voice was wavering.

“No, she hasn’t woken up yet. I don’t want to give you false hope, but we are hoping she will wake up in a few hours.”

“Why hasn’t she woken up?”

“We still aren’t sure, but with everything that her body has gone through. It could be a number of things. I don’t want to make you worry even more.”

“Can we see her?” Your mother was trying to hold back tears, she just wanted to be with you.

“Of course, please be patient, we are monitoring her. We will update you when we see any changes.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

A nurse came over and showed them back to your room. When they walked in you looked so peaceful. Your mother was by your side instantly. She grabbed your good hand and started rubbing your palm. She started talking to you. The boys stayed back to give you guys some privacy, but they also didn’t want to leave.

A few more hours go by, your mother had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Harrison had left to get everyone coffee and something to eat. Tom had offered to go instead but Harrison needed to get out of there. He couldn’t see you like that. Tom was still awake, sitting in a chair on your left. He was trying his hardest not to stare at you, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t. He quietly moved closer, so he was at the edge of your bed. He put his hand on your arm. He wishes so badly for you to wake up, he doesn’t care if he has to leave once you do, just as long as you wake up.

He stood up and put his head next to yours. He started whispering to you.

“Darling, I don’t know if you can hear me but please wake up. You are one of the strongest people I know. I know you don’t want anything to do with me right now, but I need to know that you are okay. I need to know that you are safe. I need to see those big y/e/c eyes open. I need to hear your voice; I don’t even care if you’re yelling at me. I just need you to wake up. If you can’t do it for me, do it for your mother or do it for Harrison.” He was crying at this point. “I wish so badly that I could switch places with you, just so you could be okay. Even though you are right in front of me, I miss you. You are the best thing in my life, I am such an idiot.” He tried to steady his breathing but was failing miserably. “I fell in love with you a long time ago. I made the worst mistake of my life when I let you walk out the door. I should have gone after you. I should have fought for you; I should have fought for us. I need you more than you could ever know. I know I don’t deserve you and I never will, but I will work my hardest to be the man you deserve. I am so sorry. Please… Please just wake up. I love you Y/n.”

Tom lifted his head up slightly, just enough to look at your face. You looked so peaceful, but also there was something different. He kissed your forehead before leaving to find Harrison.

Your eyes slowly started flickering open.

“Tom…”

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ectonurites · 4 years

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Okay, so I kinda wanna know your thoughts about how weird the fandom portrays the bat characters. Canon is ... not my favorite, but it actually offers a lot of nuance to the characters that I think makes them all interesting. Unlikable, but interesting. I noticed fanon tends to boil the batkids all into these superflat caricatures. Like, cereal obsessed manchild Dick Grayson or bad boy who's literal crimes are only because of the lazarus pit Jason Todd. Its not really a major problem, just weird

Oh I have a LOT of thoughts about this. I try so hard not to shit on how other people interact with content because like, it’s comic books! We’re all just here trying to make the best out of a mess of stuff and have fun, but admittedly a lot of fanon stuff drives me fuckin’ nuts as someone who reads a ton of comics.

Like, I like memes, obviously, I draw tons of memes with the batfam (+ yj) characters and make lighthearted jokes etc etc, and honestly if it’s just for jokes then I don’t mind people having whack interpretations of the characters quite as much. The thing that drives me up a wall though is like... when serious works and analysis and discussion are very clearly based on just the fanon interpretations without any bearing on canon aside from what you could skim from a wiki page, and it’s spoken like it’s fact! There’s ‘having fun with jokes that aren’t taking things that seriously’ and then there’s ‘blatantly mischaracterizing based on misinformation’. Way too often I see things fall into that second category.

Now, a lot of people in the batfam fandom don’t... actually read comics (or at least not frequently) and that’s not even a bad thing necessarily, like you’re 100% allowed to enjoy content however you want to! (I don’t wanna be gatekeepey, especially since comics are confusing to get into)

But the problem is that when a lot of people aren’t reading the comics, then the people who do’s opinions have a lot more influence if they’re loud enough. All it takes is one person who read something and interpreted it a specific way that might not even be correct, and then it can echo chamber and suddenly half the fandom thinks it’s 100% canon that way because ‘oh so and so said that and they actually read it’.

I also think that’s a problem with the popularity of out of context panels/blogs, while they are super funny sometimes, when people make assumptions about characters based on just a few things without context... it can lead to problems. If enough people say something enough times people just... start to think it’s true, even if it exists entirely devoid of context which changes the meaning.

Like, for example, according to canon there’s no actual confirmation Tim stalked Batman on foot for an extended period of time! We know from Lonely Place of Dying that he followed him once to get a picture to convince DIck that he still needed a Robin. Otherwise his ‘stalking’ & how he figured out Batman’s identity was more through media appearances (like newspapers and tv). This is wildly different from the common fanon idea that little Timmy was sneaking out regularly to follow Batman & Robin around with his camera.

I primarily blame Geoff Johns for this misconception because of these panels in in tt 2003 (from issue 29)

But like, think about it for a second, literally how would Jason know that? This is one of the first times he’s ever interacting with Tim, and he was dead/catatonic when that would have been happening! He is either making a wild assumption or perhaps Talia told him this when she told him about Tim, whichever of those it was it’s secondhand information not something he witnessed. Taking his word as fact here makes no sense, he was just trying to get under Tim’s skin while fighting him. But seeing those panels out of context if you haven’t actually read Lonely Place of Dying/only read a vague summary of it, and don’t necessarily know the details of the Jason situation, it could absolutely lead you to believe otherwise!

Dick as a cereal manchild is a weird one because like... okay yeah sure he likes cereal, I can think of like two panels I’m too lazy to find right now off the top of my head of him having it, but... that’s not something we see all the time! Its not like Ollie & his chili (which IS a running joke- seriously I have not read that many Green Arrow comics but the amount of times I’ve seen that man bring up chili in just in the few things I have read is wild. there’s even an official recipe. his chili has it’s own dc wiki page). Then, because Dick isn’t quite as emotionally closed off in the same way the rest of the batfam tends to be, people project literally all the pent up feelings onto him, making him this hug-crazy crybaby manchild... again it’s just very clear people who perpetuate those ideas (outside of like, maybe as jokes) haven’t actually fully read that many comics with him. I’d also even blame the Young Justice cartoon version of Dick for some other traits fanon Dick has, bc that version of him is def a bit of a Hot Mess™️ once he’s Nightwing

Jason I understand misconceptions about probably the most because of how wildly inconsistent his writing was before the new 52 and how consistently Not Great it was once Lobdell took over. Jason’s one of the few characters I have read like, 90% of appearances for so I’m speakin’ from experience here. But still... acting like Jason as Red Hood is just a ‘bad boy rebel’ that could have a relatively happy connection with the whole Batfam is fun but unrealistic. You can not blame everything on the lazarus pit... he still has killed people! Lots of people! Willingly! Yes he has reasons and when he’s being written well it’s clear that he’s not just ‘random murder happy’ but rather ‘I kill when I feel they deserve it and that it’s necessary’ which is what keeps him an anti-hero rather than a full fledged villain most of the time, but that still keeps him so at odds with the rest of the Batfamily! Writers in more current continuity have had him compromise by only using rubber bullets in Gotham so they can have him interact with the family, but he’s still killed and will do it when he deems it necessary.

Also like... at the time of Under The Red Hood in the comics... theoretically... he hadn’t even been in the lazarus pit for well over a year. Go read Lost Days (it’s short! And except for the thing with him & Talia towards the end of the last issue it’s pretty good!), he spends a lot of time traveling the world and learning things/training before the events of UtRH. Yes you could interpret there still being some Lazarus influence going on there but I think the movie version of UtRH especially leads people to believe there’s a lot less time between his dunk in the pit and his first actions as Red Hood.

Fanon also has a lot of ideas about pit madness that vary wildly from what we have seen in canon, like yeah it’s been said to be a thing to some extent, but there’s not really the Danny Phantom Glowing Green Eyes™️ or anything like that... it’s fun to explore cool new ideas for sure but I just think it’s important to recognize the distinction between things that are actually canon and things that are popular fanon. (Also there are things that fall somewhere in between, there’s definitely stuff that isn’t 100% confirmed canon but could still be plausible/has been hinted at by some writers/is only canon in some settings)

Other things that drive me nuts are ‘quiet does-no-wrong angel Cass’ and ‘the Normal One™️ Duke’ because those just make literally no sense if you’ve read any comics with either of them... but fan content either does those versions or just completely ignores their existence a lot of the time! So! That’s a whole bigger problem!

In general though, this is fandom it’s not like this... matters that much on the grand scheme of things in life, we’re just people on social media talkin’ about comics. And this kind of misconception/flattening of characters does happen in literally every fandom ever. But it still does suck to see characters that have a lot of nuance and interesting history to play around with get reduced to a few traits that aren’t even actually that relevant to who they are.

#batfam #pls dont kill me for sayin al this again im not telling anyone how to enjoy stuff JUST my thoughts

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