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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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hey, heard you were looking for angst requests? could you do one thats natasha x reader during end game, where natasha still sacrifices herself for the soul stone, but steve is able to bring her back when he returns the stones, and she comes back all excited to see everyone came back and to see reader, just to find out that reader also gave her life by doing the final snap to defeat thanos.

Understanding

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Summary: Natasha returns to some news she wasn’t ready for.

AC: I like this idea, it’s different! I hope you enjoy this, sorry it’s kind of short x

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Natasha frowned as her eyes scanned the room, but she knew when her eyes reached Clint that something was wrong. Steve cleared his throat as he stepped forward only to be stopped gently by Clint's hand on his shoulder. "I've got this" he whispered before looking at his best friend once more.

Nobody had a chance to process the events that had taken place, Thanos was dead, a victory for the world but at the price of one of the Avenger's own. The longer the silence filled the room, the more Natasha's mind filled with what she knew was about to come out of Clint's mouth.

"Nat"

"Don't!" Natasha snapped, trying to fight off the building tears in her eyes. She looked to Steve, "go back! Bring them back!" she demanded but it was too late, they knew for sure it couldn't be done.

"Nat, it's not that simple" Clint spoke, his words only angering Natasha.

"What the hell happened?!" Nat asked, biting the inside of her cheek as her mind raced a million miles per second trying to make sense of the situation. Everybody looked at one another, again, the room filled with silence. "Can somebody please just answer the damn question?!" Nat's grief began to show in anger.

"They did it, Nat. They defeated Thanos with the gauntlet" Clint replied. Natasha's tears broke, she hated to hear it, but she needed too. "W=why did none of you stop them?!" she asked. If anybody had to die, she only wished with was somebody on Thanos's army, not you.

"They thought you were dead, they weren't thinking straight when you didn't return" Steve inserted himself.

"I'm here now"

"We didn't know that we were even able to bring you back….Nat, I tried, I went back for them" Steve paused as Tony gave him a pat on the shoulder as he walked up to Natasha.

"They did it for you" he looked at her, "every part of their being in that moment was in revenge for you. They're one of the best, we and world will never forget that and what they did. If we could bring them back, best believe me I would do it"

Natasha couldn't take it, the idea of you being gone and her not being able to see you, hold you, hear your silly jokes that she thought were ridiculous half the time, but they made her laugh anyways. She brushed past Tony, Steve and Clint, leaving the room with her heart behind and her mind full of anger with nobody to take revenge on.

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As time moved forward, Natasha could help but feel stuck, stuck in a time that no longer existed. Nothing but dreams and wishes helped Natasha get through the long hours of the day and even longer hours of the night. Just hoping you'd walk through the door or steal one of her sweaters simply because you said they were comfier than your own.

Natasha had lived a life a lot different to most and somehow, she was always able to make sense of it and how it worked. She's dealt with death her entire life, but your death hurt her just as much as not knowing who her biological mother was.

The others did their best to help her through this, but they all knew it was better for Natasha to do it herself, they just reminded her they she wasn't alone, and they were always here for her.

A memorial of you was created by the city of New York, many people would come and lay flowers, cards, stuffed toys and even some of your favorite snacks as a thank you for everything you had done to save the world. It brought a sense of comfort to Natasha knowing that people around the globe were thankful for your sacrifice but still, she just wanted you.

Yelena dropped everything after the snap and decided to stay at the compound with Natasha, an extra set of eyes to ensure the red headed assassin wasn't going to do anything stupid or fall even deeper into her grief. The two spoke a lot about you, just like everybody else did but Natasha didn't feel like she was bothering Yelena with her memories of you, sometimes she felt the team might get bored of the same stories or it might be too much for them to think about but with Yelena, she never felt any of that.

Over time, Natasha came to terms with your sacrifice and now lived her life making sure you were never forgotten or ever forgetting the live she had with you and always dreaming of a life that could've been.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel

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kimchicollardgreens · 1 year

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even if there’s a solution to a “problem”, someone can still talk abt how they don’t like said problem… you know that right? it’s always “then ignore them” or write them yourself”… who says that ppl don’t do that already. it was one opinion. no one was demanding black writers to not write wtv they want, the person only shared their view and everyone went crazy… you legit wrote a think piece over this. There shouldn’t be fighting yeah, but maybe ppl should stop feeling butthurt over opinions. users make the most trivial things a bigger issue on tumblr, legit arguing with a minor lmao

i ask you to read all of this before sending another ask, its another “think piece” but its literally the answer to why what these woman are askin is lowkey problematic and i dont blame folks for not noticing dogwhistles. im also not say all “soft girls” are spouting this stuff. (hell im one of them). im also not calling these women evil, cuz they may not truly know what they saying is problematic as we live in a capitalist yt supremacist system. im more than happy to answer more. im not somebody that gon dismiss you if you wanna have discourse💖

but yes, you can talk about a problem when its in good faith as it actually cultivates productive insight. but bad faith arguments distract us from the real problems that both groups actually want to see fixed. however we need to acknowledge that most ADULTS who come with this “soft life fic” opinion be in bad faith.

bad faith is trying to get us to come back to things both parties already agree on. we all agree that soft fic aint seen much. what we are saying is why you keep coming in the dark/urban fic inbox stating it for people who have no problem with you? we’ve assessed the “problem” and we all agree it needs fixing. its like we running in circles, instead of different directions to fix other problems. the question is how are you going to contribute to fixing it in a healthy way and how do you want us to help.

im sure cherry and her friends would love to recommend a homegirls work so long as shes respectful. HELL I’LL EVEN DO IT!!!

tho i don’t recommend coming into blogs who are strictly dark and askin’ them for anything other than that. just like how soft writers don’t want to primarily write dark.

its not butthurt when you come on someone’s page calling them “ghetto” “baby mamas” then try and position it against “soft life” “divine feminine” “old money” aesthetics.

im not saying thats what this little girl did, but ive seen grown adult women do that. and thats nasty as hell to be positioning that.

the reason she probably caught flack is because she unfortunately used a simple question thats been hijacked and used by bad faith arguers when they come to urban fic accounts.

thats usually the question to get a leg in the door to start spouting off lowkey antiblack and classist shit.

and i dont know where soft being only afforded to the croquette looking girls came from. some of the softest girls i know are high fem baddies. so thats very weird, especially when you consider that black women make up majority of that aesthetic.

essentially its respectability politics and thats why its not trivial. to most, this looks like a minor creative liberties dispute, but the underlying theme is actually steeped in so much politics that affect black women for real.

i mean just look at the whole bonnet and pajama pants debate. or the straight hair or braids for your birthday/formal event debate. or the wigs vs natural hair debate. baby mama vs wifey debate (if you believe how a woman carries herself in a way thats nondestructive to others, is a reason as to why she doesn’t deserve respect; you not a feminist.)

its grown folks bratz vs barbie all over again.

not even gon hold you, i didn’t know that was a minor. just reblogged @chrollohearttags post on my dash. anybody doing anything other than telling that little girl to get off they page is a weirdo. but cherry made a general post thats been a topic of discussion AMONGST BLACK WOMEN since we’ve been writing stories. so ofc thats what my “think piece” is about. she may have commented one question but some iteration of that same question has been around for years. i’m responding to that.

since i now know this is a minor, they could have very well been wanting to know why there is a saturation of these fics on here. and i would have told her about the culture of urban fic being ONE of the first pioneers in Black Smut Fiction. it literally helped shape the black writing culture whether bad or good. then i wouldve told her that when she’s older she could contribute to said culture. but right now she should not be consuming any sexual media.

and to ask a question like that, its clear she has some gripes about the way general media treats black women; which those are well-founded. i understand hating the “ride or die”, or the “settling for less” when it comes to media for black women. but how can you read about a specific aesthetic or lifestyle and immediately know thats was going on?

these women used to have valid points and some still do but like this little girl, they cant tell the difference and if they can, they want any kind of reputation for “ghetto” girls out the window. there’s nothing wrong with being “ghetto” and nothing wrong with being a “the soft divine feminine” but we do need to talk about why the latter feels comfortable coming on someone like cherry’s page too disparage girls who aesthetics and social values don’t align with them.

writers like cherry aren’t advocating abuse, their characters are living they best lives. doing “ghetto” shit and truly loving the partners they’re with.

there are legit women out there who are “ghetto” that love they life. and are in healthy relationships. its vile to say that the way someone simply chooses to exist is a direct result of how black women face abuse, especially as something as silly as wigs, body con dresses and long nails. or even activities like twerking, having babies, doing drugs and partying.

its kinda like this whole Sukiana situation vs the Home Depot girl. Both were sexually harrassed but people tried to victim blame Suki more cuz of the way she dress and act. thats nasty. (plus there was no versus to begin with cuz neither one deserved it)

like there IS something to be said about how women who tend to write urban fic -at least in its early days- really do live the lives they are writing about. granted, looking back, some of these women were so unhealed that they ended up romanticizing abuse. but most girls now understand that you can live a hood lifestyle and not put up with bullshit.

somewhere along the way, the “city girl/ghetto/high fem” aesthetic got associated with abuse, crime, and poverty. which is crazy cuz girls who look like JT be havin’ money, a good life and still have plug/rapper boyfriends who not killing or getting them killed.

so if these women would be honest, its not about the way the “urban” girls look or behave. the real problem is the abuse that these women face.

which i see how thats a problem but abuse doesn’t correlate to aesthetics and its not a causation of abuse either.

soft girls can experience abuse. they experience financial, domestic abuse, sexual abuse. these women who hate urban fic, keep forgetting that the soft girl is modeled after the tradition yt housewife who faced abuse too. just cuz you get out the hood and get a financial stable man that isnt a plug or gangbanger dont mean he not gon beat yo ass or expect loyalty when he do some dubious shit.

yall ever seen the Stepford Wives?

now you can have the vintage look without the vintage values, but thats not what most of these women who come onto cherry page be talking like.

they disagree with any depiction of your so called city girl —whether good or bad.

it’s counterproductive to feminism. it quite literally antichoice feminism which is a huge problem with feminism today because it relies too much on this yt viewpoint of responsibility politics. i suggest people really read “Hood Feminism” by Mikki Kendall.

anyway thats whats been making people like cherry become upset and rather than having patience, they ain’t got no more to give cuz they keep having to defend themselves and explain why talking like this is a microaggression. they exhausted.

anyway im free to talk more, if i didnt explain good.

#asks #come back tomorrow #im done for today over here #thanks for the convo #💖#the menu

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safetyrat · 2 years

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🍒🧡💧 + CHRYSES!!!

i am kissing you on the lips and transferring all the riches of the universe to your bank account as we speak

heres the ask game (ocs are midas, adra, veras, isca and chryses)

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

oh god chryses and relationships is tough, as he only ever had two people in his life who actually treated him as an equal and who he was close to. in his childhood he has only ever been treated lesser, as a child that doesn't know anything and has to be left in the dark about everything going on. so i think the only real demand he has is to never be treated like that again.

his following later actually respect him and actually think of him as a capable leader, rather than that he has to be groomed into that role, and he thrives under that attention. thats his demand towards his subjects. but i dont think he could ever have a personal relationship with somebody that puts him on this pedestal like that.

isca is different. because as much as he bullies and teases chryses, something that irritates the hell out of him at first, isca always both treats him like a normal, not untouchable human and also as someone valuable. isca makes use of chryses cleverness, indulges in his passion, actually listens when he is worried about something. the only demand chryses could have towards isca is that he doesnt also leave him and. haha about that

chryses is very aromantic so the only thing he expects out of a romantic relationship is a Respectable And Politically Benificial Wife Who He Can Court Smile :)

what other people expect out of chryses... they expect him to be the person they idealized him to be. the flawless king. the saviour of all. the reviver of justice. if i had to find a flaw between iscas and chryses relationship it would be that isca never fully lost that part that so desperately longed for a prophet that shared his views. he treats chryses like a normal person, sure, but he never lost that glow in his eyes when thinking about what chryses could achieve.

i think the only person who could truly see chryses as the person he is and not the person he was born to be is his brother. but LMAO yeah that ain't happening anytime soon.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

i think if chryses was asked this question, his initial reply would be a snarky "nobody"

if he was allowed to think about it, especially about the 'it doesnt have to be somebody you've met' part, i think he'd arrive at justice. chryses is very very religous and never looses that deep admiration and connection to that goddess. to his goddess, he has been told all his live that she chose him after all.

...the actual answer is very obviously isca FGHJKH but do you think chryses will ever admit to that??

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

chryses has no recollection of his childhood in the palace, nor does he still own anything from that time. the revivers made sure of that. generally his early childhood is defined by not knowing what is going on, being passed from one room to the other and a lot of pain. the only times that were ever good were when he had his sibling by his side. if i had to pick a particular moment that he remembers first itd look probably a little like this, though:

the room is small, but its so empty that it still looks bleak and sad. the only things decorating the walls are emblems he doesnt know the significans of and writing he cannot read. he is sitting on a bed, but the surface is leathery and cold, not comfortable at all. he doesnt remember the face of the person next to him, but he does remember a womans voice promising "dont worry, it wont hurt at all" before slicing open his skin in a straight line on his upper arm. he watches fluid gold trickle down into the vial she is holding. this is after he has learned that crying and protesting doesnt serve a purpose. but he hasnt taught himself not to flinch yet.

#thank u for the ask!!#dayables #ask game #pyrite

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Cheryl//you can’t go through life trying not to get hurt

Request: So can I ask for a cheryl x reader where r does everything to make cheryl happy and just being supportive of her?

hey! i kind of got just a little bit carried away with this. but i think i pulled it back! i hope you like it! also, i know the title is an archie quote but i don’t really care because it fits and i like it! plus, they’re both red-heads so what’s really the difference?

- We know Cheryl hasn’t had the best life

- Her entire family and everything to do with it is tainted

- So for a long while, she thinks she’s tainted to

- And when she meets you

- On a rainy Friday night, sat by Sweetwater River

- With your hair plastered to your face and the brightest smile she’s ever seen

- She knows she has to stay away from you

- Because anybody who can be that happy sat in the pouring rain

- Is somebody too pure for her

- So she turns around and heads back to her car

- Deciding that if she wants to be alone, she can just do it at home

- But then she hears it

- Your voice

- So soft, but so demanding

- And you’re calling her name

- Her name has never sounded so pretty

- Even if it is coming from a complete stranger, who’s staring at such a dark place like its the most beautiful thing in the world

- ‘yea-yeah?’

- Her confidence slips for just a few seconds and its purely down to the way you’re looking at her

- Like she’s filled with magic and wonder and mystery

- A mystery you’re going to solve

- Spoiler alert...you do

- ‘come sit’ You pat the rock beside you and she glances warily between you and it

- It may have stopped raining but that rock is still very wet and she’s wearing a new skirt

- ‘oh come on. live a little’ Your eyes sparkle as you speak

- She eventually concedes and sits beside you

- Now she just has to make sure she doesn’t give too much away

- Never let anyone else in

- Its the mantra she’s been repeating for as long as she can remember

- This time she’s going to stick to it

- Spoiler alert...she doesn’t

- Because thats easier said than done when a pretty girl is asking her questions

- Or just paying attention to her tbh

- So she asks you questions instead

- ‘how do you know who i am?’

- Normally she’d be afraid of a complete stranger who knew her name

- But this time, she’s just curious

- She wants to know who you are

- Why you’re in Riverdale?

- How has a town so full of dark secrets and awful people managed to capture you?

- She’s expecting a long winded explanation about how you just moved from a big city

- Because lets be real, thats the only place she can picture you living

- But instead you just laugh

- Such a light, unexpected laugh

- And now she’s unsure of what to say

- What do you say to that?

- ‘i know a lot about a lot’

- ‘wow’ She mutters

- She couldn’t help it

- She is Cheryl Blossom after all

- She can’t been seen as anything other than a bitch

- But when she see’s the flash of hurt in your eyes

- She can’t help but feel even more like the worst person in the world

- She mumbles a quick apology and looks at the river instead

- ‘its fine.’ You shrug. ‘you’ve been through a lot’

- ‘how do you know?’

- ‘i just do. but you will be okay cheryl, and don’t worry, you could never taint anything. i don’t think you’re capable of even leaving a trace of something bad.’

- She really wants to say something

- But what the hell do you say to that?

- And when she turns to face you, hoping the right words will find their way somehow

- You’ve vanished

- For a split second she thinks you’re a ghost

- Its not the first time she’s had full on conversations with the dead

- But then she hears a thud

- Followed by a groan and a small ‘ow’

- And it makes her laugh

- Like properly laugh

- The first she has in a while

- She watches you stand and give her an awkward wave before actually disappearing

- For the rest of the weekend you’re the only thing she can think of

- By the time Monday rolls around she’s determined to find you

- It can’t be hard

- You’ve got to be a new student

- And Betty gives tours to all the newbies

- She’ll just ask her

- Thats easier said than done though

- She tried looking for her cousin before classes started

- She even came in early

- But no luck

- So she has to wait until lunch time

- And that makes her worry

- By lunch time, you could have been told literally everything about her

- How her brother was murdered by her father

- How awful her mother is

- She was almost assaulted

- She attempted suicide

- And she joined a cult

- Just to name a few

- Riverdale High is a breeding ground for rumours

- Usually created by her

- But they spread fast around here

- When lunch time rolls around, she’s sure you’re going to know how much of a train-wreck she actually is

- Despite all of that though

- Something inside her wills her to ask Betty about you

- She then goes on to describe everything she remembers about you

- Maybe in a little too much detail

- ‘she had sparkly y/e/c eyes’

- ‘and y/c/h hair that framed her face in just the nicest way’

- ‘and her smile...it was wonderful’

- ‘...right. did you get a name?’

- ‘if i got her name do you really think i would be here right now?’

- ‘che-’ Betty is cut off by someone calling her name

- The sound of it making Cheryl feel like she can’t breathe

- She knows that voice

- Even Betty’s name sounds nice when coming from her

- From you

- But hold on

- You’re hugging Betty

- Thats way too friendly for someone you’ve only known for half a day

- ‘hi cheryl’ Your wave is less awkward than it was on Friday night, but your smile is just as cheerful as you look at the red head.

- Okay, now she definitely doesn’t know what to say

- Betty quickly puts two and two together and smirk appears on her lips as she looks between the two of you

- She has known about your small crush on Cheryl for a while

- So she decides to help you out

- ‘what were you saying about y/n’s smile? it was amazing? no! wonderful!’

- ‘shut up betty. i think your boyfriend wants you’

- She’s practically shooing Betty away and she mutters something under her breath but walks away anyway

- Once she’s gone, Cheryl turns back to you and just stares at you

- ‘so, you go here?’

- ‘yep?’

- ‘how long?’ She really doesn’t want to know the answer

- ‘as long as you have’ You don’t seem annoyed when she looks at you

- The opposite in fact

- You kind of look amused

- ‘how have i not noticed you?’

- ‘you’ve been pre-occupied I suppose’

- ‘how can i make it up to you?’

- ‘notice me’

- ‘i’ve definitely already done that.’

- ‘take me to pops then’

- She never wanted to do something more

- But she’s torn

- She wants to say no. To keep you safe from her and everything that come with being involved with a Blossom

- But the way you’re looking at her makes her knees weak and her head dizzy

- So she says yes

- And its the best decision she’s ever made

- At first you take it slow

- She’s been hurt before

- And she’s hurt other

- But something that makes it easier is the fact that you already know everything about her

- Even if you were in the background during most of it

- She’s so excited to get to know you

- One of the first things she learns is how you’ll do anything to make the people you love happy

- Especially her

- She’s quite literally never met anybody like you

- You’re just so supportive of her

- Nobody has ever treated her like that

- So at first she doesn’t really know what to do

- But then she remembers the night you met

- And how you were so kind to her

- Even though she didn’t know who you were

- And she slowly starts to get used to it

- In return she learns how to be more supportive of others

- Something her friends are incredibly grateful for

- To the actual supporting/happy bit because I kind of got a bit carried away

- Whenever she’s sad

- Whether it be because she’s missing Jason

- Her mom/other family members have made an unwelcome appearance in her life

- Someone has been rude to her

- Or she’s just sad

- You will do literally anything and everything to make her smile

- Cuddles? Hell yeah!

- She wants to stay in bed all day? That sounds like an amazing day.

- She wants to watch her favourite film/tv show? Definitely

- ‘where do you keep your dvd’s?’

- ‘what century are you living in? you know there is a thing called the internet.’

- She wants her favourite food from Pops? You’re already out the door

- You’ll go for drives around town while she tells you stories of her and Jason

- Or you’ll let her teach your archery or some other weird hobby she has

- Plus, you’ll tell her all the stupid jokes you know

- Usually she laughs more out of pity than humour

- But it still counts

- ‘sure it does babe’

- And if someone has made her angry

- It doesn’t really take much

- But you’re working on it

- You are 100% behind her if she wants to ruin their life (in moderation)

- You go along with whatever crazy plan/scheme she’s though of that week

- She wants to start a business? Where do you sign? This is the best idea ever

- Steal something from somebody thats wronged her? Where is the best place to buy spy-wear

- Create a little chaos? You’ve already got three ideas planned out you just need her approval

- Its not just silly things either

- She decides she wants to go to therapy (everybody in this town needs it, including Pop). You’ll go with her and wait outside of every single session if she wants you to.

- You usually spend the time googling how to help her (she just thinks you spend the entire time on Instagram)

- She wants to properly cut off her family (with the exception of Nana Rose and the twins). You 100% support her if thats what she wants

- As your relationship grows, so does your support

- She’s literally never felt more loved than when she’s with you

- And you make it a mission to make her feel like this for the rest of her life

- Spoiler alert...you do

support my writing! if you want!

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom x you #cheryl blossom x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine #cheryl #cheryl imagine #cheryl x reader

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imaginebabygurl · 4 years

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Love me... Part 1

Hey loves I know its been a bit since I posted with everything going on in my life but I finally have the energy to write so. Don't forget about me and I hope you enjoy.

You know ever since I uncovered the secrect of the Cullens by my sister Bella I kind of regret it. I wish... I was blinded and left in the unknow like our father Charlie, because God know he would never let Bella do something so irrational and give up Her SOUL FOR WHAT!!! To be with her sparkly vampire boyfriend Edward. Don't get me wrong, he seems like an okay person but I dont want my sister to be dragged down to hell because she's in "Love" him with yet she's only know him for a few months that's way to quick for my liking and on top of it all their already married and its to late for Bella because she's already dead and she's now a ...vampire and I don't know why after all this time she wants to see me. I finished college a year ago for my psw certification, I like the long term-care homes helping people old and young, listening to their life stories and its just pleasant sure the food could be a lil better for them but hey its a give and take... I realized that my mind was flowing down a trail of many thoughts unil-

"Y/N!" Alice shouted through the glass window of my car telling me to let her in.

"Alice!? What the hell you could have gave me a heart attack."

"Come on Y/nnnn" you are just being overly dramatic, besides....

She mubled the last few words under her breath which was odd in character for Alice because she a very energtic person and I mean very.

"Alice what's wrong or should I say what did you do?"

"What I didn't doooo anything, come on let's go everyone's waiting."

Without another second to ask what was going on because now I was getting worried, Alice was already gone. I sight as I rubbed the side of my pulsing temples attemping to mentally prepare myself for whats about to happen.

As I stepped in the door I felt a crash agianst my body and somebody arms wrapped around and I knew it was my my sister Bella she lookes so young and youthful along with my niece and the rest of the Cullens.

They all looked brooding and serious and that's when, I hoped and prayed it wasnt about the recent events that had took place almost a year ago. I hoped they didn't know about me a statement... I already knew then answer to and what was to come next either to be a vampire or face death by the Volturi's.

"Y/n"... Carlisle said to me plainly "They know about you and demanding either you be turned with them as witness or suffer the consequences I'm sorry."

"WHAT NO SHE MY SISSTER!!!" Bella hissed.

"She hasn't done anything wrong and she's has not spoken a word,Y/n doesn't want this she wants a normal life, they can't do that!!!"

"Bella call down, Carlisle will talk to the kings when we get there and should come to an understanding."

"Yeah,I doubt that."

Rosalie had said plainly which I didn't disagree with. It seemed like out of all the Cullen childen she sounded the most sound and saw the bigger picture to this whole ordeal which is why I confide in her alot.

Roaslie stood beside me and gave me a reassuring hug.

"Listen I actally like you, not saying that I don't like you Bella but Y/n actally wants to fight for her human life which I advocate for so I'm going to go Volterra with her and no one is stopping me."

"With that said , I agree I'm tagging along"

Jaccob interjected

"Love no you aren't your staying here with me in forks and thats final" Renesmee said.

"Plus we'll draw too much attention." Renesmee added.

" fine but I don't want another undead Swan. I wanna have at least hear another heart beat beside my girlfriend's."

"Jake shut up."

"You got it."

And with that we booked our flights and for the next couple of hours my body was filled woth dread, and the anticipation was killing waiting for my trail I guess."

I felt like an Abomination that was a threat to their kind which was kind of ironic in the sense but I guess we'll see in the hours to come....

#twilight #volturi #vampire #caius volturi #cauis volturi+ reader #caius volturi imagine #Spotify

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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can’t argue with that

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper x abilities! female reader

Warning: mentions of abuse and torture on you from experiments, curse words, did not re read

Specifics: angst, comedy, romance, one-shot, abilities reader, race neutral reader

People: jim hopper, your mother, mkultra

Words: 1,808

Request: By anon Hi! Could you please write something about Hopper x reader ? They were best friends at school, and one day the reader was kidnapped because her mother was part of the MKUltra program (now she came back at Hawkins and has powers) with prompt #18: "did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" prompt #22: “I love you”, and prompt #33: “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” Thanks ! (The Hunger Games anon who loves your way of writing !)

Prompts:

18 - “did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

22 - “I love you”

33 - “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this”

Authors Note: hey guys i did not re read this srry. i luv all ur guys requests and this is my first time writing hopper so i hope u guys like this. this is taken more in the first season cuz thats where we learn about the secret crap of hawkins. also i made the reader in here have shape shifting powers so like mistique powers.

You colored in your notebook as you twitched around in your seat. Itching for the school bell to ring and for school to be over with. You smiled as you drew a heart next to the name Jim Hopper, your fellow classmate. There was nothing going on between you high school teens except that you two were best friends. You were always there for him and he was always there for you when your mother wasn’t. Your mother had a job that she seemed to care more about than you. You were always lonely and left behind but Jim made sure you were always with him and happy.

And you were.

Finally, as if the two minutes remaining were for centuries, the bell rang. You got up and started packing your book bag until you felt a tug from behind you and then you were lifted off the ground my two strong arms. You gave a shriek as Jim lifted you lightly off the ground and twirled you, chuckling into your ear.

“Jim! What the heck?” You playfully smacked his arm.

“Oh my god you should of seen your face!” He bent over laughing, clutching his stomach.

“You’re the worst!”

Jim raised his eyebrow, creating a smirk on his face. “You know you love me though.”

You pouted, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“What are you drawing?” Jim asked as he inched closer to your notebook. He put his hands on the pages and tried to take a peak but you closed the book on his hands. “Whats in there?”

“Nothing,” you tried to pry it away from his hands but he would not let go. You pulled and pulled but realized how strong he was. “Jim I’m not playing. Give it back.”

“Why? Is this your diary? Oooh is it about Scott Clarke?”

You gagged, “In your dreams.”

“No y/n those aren’t dreams, those are nightmares.”

“Jim just give it back!”

“No not until you tell me whats inside you’re trying to hide.”

“Oh my god is that Joyce Byers?” You looked shocked pointing behind Jim. You knew Jim had a crush on Joyce and so he quickly turned around, granting you the pass to snatch your book back.

“You liar.” Jim grumbled taking out a cigarette.

You placed your notebook in your back pack and walked alongside Jim pulling the cigarette from his mouth. “Not in here mister.”

Jim everyday would walk you home from school. He felt it was not safe to have you walking around with no one to protect you.

Those were the moments you treasured. He acted in a way as if he did truly love you but you felt afraid. Did he love you as a friend or something more? You two were the perfect combination. He was the laid back, big dude and you were the up tight, keeping things in order gal. It was the perfect. It was like a harmony.

“Anyways I’ll catch up with you later,” Jim led you to your door step giving you a kiss on the cheek like all those other times. Every time he did it you wished it was on your lips.

“Thanks Hop again for dropping me off.”

Jim placed his hand on your arm. His body towering over yours because of his height. “You know you don’t have to thank me everyday for this. I love to walk with you and drop you off even if you’re sometimes b*tchy.”

You gasped, “I think someone should look in the mirror.” You chuckled.

Jim waved to you and left you with your heart thumping sporadically. You were in love.

You walked into your empty, lonely house, your mother still at work. You were going to take a nap but you heard a knock on your door.

“Oh my god Jim go away I do not have pizza in my fridge,” you grinned as you opened the door to reveal an unknown man at your door all in black. Before you could do anything he grabbed you and injected something in you that made you unconscious.

You woke up being pulled by two men. You looked at your surroundings and it looked like jail or a lab. You wore a hospital gown. In the distance you could hear people screaming. Your heart was beating faster every minute as these men carried you. You were so weak. You tried fighting them but they were too powerful. Your mouth opened wide to produce screams. You shouted and turned trying to free yourself.

They threw you into a room and as they closed the door you saw your mother standing nearby crossing her arms.

“Mom,” you ran to the door banging on it as it was locked.

Who knew you were going to get kidnapped that day. And who knew it was by your mother.

Your body stung and ached all over. You tried running away. From them from the nightmares, the memories. You screamed as you shot up, sweat running down your face. “Mom!”

Somebody was there for you. Getting a hold of you. The couch dipped down as the person sat across from you, grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Let me go! I’m not your experiment anymore! You can’t control me!” You tried to break away from the grasp as you had your eyes closed.

“Its me! Its me! Y/n-”

Your e/c eyes opened wide to see a familiar face. Suddenly, all of the past came to you. “Jim?” You touched his face, feeling his facial hair and being overwhelmed with seeing him again. He looked so grown now.

“Its me sweetheart.” He paused, “did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” Hopper smiled as he rubbed your hands that were on his.

Tears swelled up in your eyes and your lips quivered. “I thought I would of never seen you again.” You embraced him. Tears hitting his jacket as you sobbed into his neck.

Hopper pulled in closer to you and held your back. He held on tightly, afraid that if he let go you would be gone like that fateful day. “I got you. You’re okay.”

Wiping you tears you sat beside him with his arm still on your back, “how did you find me? I shape shift.”

“Took us a long time but we ended up tracking up down and connecting you with a recent case. We have this young girl with powers that we’re looking for and its all connected with you, everything.”

“They took me Jim! They took me. Those men and my mother. My mother was working for the bad guys. She made me do terrible things. I’m sorry. I’m sorry this happened to me.” You shook again, crying.

Hopper knew you were damaged and you were hurt. You were stuck in that hell hole for who knows how many years. Never seeing the sun, never having friends, love, nothing. You never lived a life. “I know, I know. But its okay now cause you’re here with me.”

You shook your head, “you don’t understand Jim. They are always watching. They made me have these stupid powers so I could fight for them. I’ve killed so many people. I’m a monster.” You stood up and walked to Hopper’s door.

“What the h*ll are you doing?”

“I can’t do this to you. What if they hurt you? What if I hurt you?”

“Y/n you can’t think like that. Nothings gonna happen-” He motioned over to you kindly, soft, like if meeting a puppy. Someone fragile.

“But what if something does happen. I could never live with myself. I rather be abused and tortured for all those years again than to have you hurt.”

“Nothings gonna happen to me okay, now will you just sit down and we can talk this through,” he pointed to his couch. His voice going higher with demand. He didn’t like talking to you this way but he had a temper and all he wanted was you safe.

“I’m sorry Jim,” you opened the door about to leave. You shape shifted into another woman looking completely different than you.

“If you leave you’re going to prove to them that you are indeed really the monster that they created. You are choosing their side.”

“Its not that simple. These people are bad. I know this. I don’t want you hurt-”

“Then why’d you come back?” He rested his hands on his belt.

“Why?”

“Yeah. Why’d you come back to Hawkins then? Its a simple question.”

“But its not a simple answer. I don’t know why I came back,” your eyes traveled down to the floor.

“You’re lying.”

“No I’m not,” you two bickered like when you were teens.

“Yeah you are. I know you y/n so well. You came here for a reason.”

You walked up to Hopper, getting on your tippi toes like when you two were young. “Listen here none of this is your business.”

“Don’t talk to me when you look like that. Its not you.”

You pouted.

“Change.” Hopper ordered. “I want to hear the real you say this.”

Finally you shifted back into your real form. How you really looked. “What do you want to hear Jim?”

“The reason.”

“Fine I came back for you! Okay, is that what you want to hear? I came back for you. I had to see you at least one last time. I had to.”

The air was silent as Hopper clenched his fists. You felt you were done talking so you tried to leave again.

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this,” his voice was low, almost sad.

“Like I said its not that simple. Its easier if we go our own ways and maybe never see each-”

“Do you love me?” Hopper asked all of a sudden, biting his lip in anticipation.

You almost chocked as you hear his question. Your eyes widened as you stuttered. “Jim, you know I care deeply for you and you know I would do anything for you-”

With a jump in his step Hopper came closer, “I’m not asking that. Its a yes or no. I’m asking you y/n, if you love me? Yes or no?” His hands flew to your cheeks and you looked deeply into his eyes.

Taking a gulp you straightened your posture and put your hands on his hands. With a shaky breath you whispered to Hopper, “... I love you.”

“You know you love me,” he giggled as he leaned in closer to you. “Can I kiss you?”

A tear fell down your cheek and you realized you couldn’t live without Hopper. You needed to be with him. You needed him in your life, to protect you. To make up for lost time.

You brought Hopper’s head closer, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

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clemintina · 5 years

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Samurai 8 Chapter 41

Life Note: This week has been a struggle for my weekly Samurai 8 review. Sunday, Manga Plus was having “sever issues”. I prefer to use them and not VIZ, I ultimately used VIZ. I could never fully read the chapter on Manga Plus. Then I tried to post my review last night, but somehow it got lost in the abyss of tumblr. Now I have to re-do the entire thing. ugh. Anyways, on to the review.

Depending on how you look at it, Nanashi did one of three things in this chapter: Save the day; Helped Hachimaru commit assisted suicide; Ruined well thought out plan that was years in the making.

The level of confidence Nanashi, has to come in trying to save Hachimaru from this hell, has to be astounding. I don't know how much time has passed, or how much training Nanashi’s had since chapter 2/3, but they have some serious balls lol. Ususama is feared in the cosmos, and you are about to save Hachi, okay let’s see it. The face Nanashi made was funny, on the locker ball page. Because Nanashi definitely didn't expect him to turn into a locker back. BTW I think the panel below is hilarious. #lonerlife

It was my understanding that Hachimaru was hooked up to the machine to stay alive. He doesn’t have his key, so he cant regenerate. He knows his legs and arms won't come back.... But he never told Nanashi to stop. What the hell was he about to do, hop around??? Or was Nanashi just expecting to carry him around??

Okubo is really doing a wonderful job on the art and conveying the feelings of the characters, because boy was Hachimaru making me emotional this week. Somebody get me a tissue! Hachi is sooo defeated and depressed. I just want to hug him. Maybe he was content on the sweet relief of death, and thats why he smiled at the end. But I know, Hachimaru is going to be powered up when he comes out. I know he won’t be able to kill Ata, but he might be able to take on his brothers. I do like the I idea of him reinventing the idea of death and "choosing" his own form.

I am interested in the Ata/ Daruma back story. Maybe we can have a flash back of Daruma’s princess, and Hanna. Ata defiantly killed Hanna.

ASK YO QUESTIONS GIRL!!! SAVE YO MAN!! DEMAND ANSWERS ER !! YOU GOT THIS!!! WHERE IS HE!!! LET HIM GO!!

Ann Ann Ann. Thats my girl. You can never say she was scared to protect/ fight for Hachi. She rides for her Samurai. As a princess, should. Whenever I read this panel of her yelling" What have you done to Hachimaru" I always add bitches at the end lmao. I would love to see Ann learning some self defense moves and carrying knives and weapons. To help her in a pinch. Turning into a "Tomb Raider" type princess.

Ata you cold blooded mofo, GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!

These are the WORST BROTHERS EVER. I thought when you discover your long lost siblings, you were supposed to come together and talk about all the things you have in common, not have them plot your death. Hachi has to go one on one with each of them. I am happy y’all plan didn't work!! Hachi is about to fuck shit up!!! Just as soon as he stops being a locker ball... Does this mean Sanda’s dad can come back to life?

I love Samurai 8 becasue I never really know what is coming in the next chapter. How is Hachi going to revert from a lockerball? Will Nanashi have to carry Hachi-ball around until he does? Will Ata ever stop choking Ann? I guess we will find out next week.

#samurai8 #ryu #nanashi #goku #black and white #hachimaru #mangaplus #ichigo #daruma #ann #samurai 8 #hanachi #ata

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peaky-shelby · 5 years

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hell or highwater

Request: Pleaseee 47. “Go on, I dare you” and 20. “There was never an us” with tommy. But maybe with a “happy” ending?

Pairing: Tommy shelby x reader

Inspired by the song Hell or Highwater by passenger.

Summary: is love enough to stay? Or is it time to run away?

Words: 1.431

Warnings: ugly writing cuz I’ve forgotten how to write Tommy.

Author’s note: ok so this doesn’t exactly have a happy ending cuz I can’t write happy endings but I’ve left it up to the reader to make a choice. I can’t wait for s5 so I can start writing Tommy again cuz I’ve seriously forgotten how to do it.

“Man, all my life I've been, Searching for someone, to show me how it feels to be loved and how to love somebody back and after stumbling through the years I thought I found you, just to see you fading out into the night„

Truth is he had lost track of time. Last time he looked out of his window it was morning and now it was night. With a cigarette in his hand and his eyes locked on the dark scenery he let his mind wonder to you. It was only in nights like this, silent and cold, that he’d think of you. Your eyes, your smile, your voice... your goodbye.

With a bag in your hands and a bitter look in your eyes, that’s the last memory he had of you, walking out the door, letting it close with a bang. Tommy wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. If someone denied him what he liked, he’d raise his gun and shoot until that someone changed his mind. If he wanted anything in the world he’d do Anything he could to get it in his hands. No hesitation.

But with you, it was different. There was no sort of negotiation he could do with you and no way he could raise a gun on you. Locking you in the house wouldn’t work, you’d dig a hole in the ground if you wanted to go. Too stubborn and too clever, a deadly combination.

You had warned him many times you’d leave if he didn’t change his ways. When he came back from the war, Tommy was different and not the man that you remembered. He loved you but the way he loved had changed, you tried to hold on but seeing him change into the dangerous man he was today was a nightmare. It was a nightmare for him too, watching you fade into the night. Watching you giving up on him.

A light know on the door brought his mind back to his office. He had sure come a long way from small heath, now he had his own company, his name on the wall, his office on the top. “Come In.„ he called and the wooden door opened slowly. In the corner of his eye he got a small figure walking in, and suddenly his thoughts of you became flesh and bone. You were there, standing still in your pretty dress. “Goodness„ he breathed out, like he was looking at a ghost. Maybe the gin had really taken over his mind this time.

You didn’t say anything. All the things you had planned on saying were burned to ash and stuck on your neck. Tommy looked just as pretty as you remembered with his mesmerizing eyes and sharp cheekbones.

Tommy left his cigarette on the table and walked over to you, making sure he kept a respectable distance from you but was still close enough to smell your cologne again. He had missed your aroma more than anything, the combination of lavender and honey, smelling it was opening old wounds like a knife was cutting his skin. There weren’t many times that Tommy Shelby was speachless but right now he seemed to be at a loss of words. He raised his hands to cup your face but he was scared to touch your skin so he kept his hands at a fair distance from your cheeks until he got your approval. His palms landed on your cheeks like they used to all these years ago. You closed your eyes, giving in his touch, melting like snow under the sun. Tommy moved closer leaning his forehead on top of yours but you stepped away quickly. Clearing your throat, you reminded yourself why you were here in the first place.

“I need your help.„ you announced, looking anywhere but his eyes that could drug you into doing things you shouldn’t. He looked at you with confusion, worried but also intrigued.

“What do you need?„ he questioned slipping his hands on his pockets. Pretending to be as serious with you as he was with everyone else. His expression changed into that empty look he gave his business partners.

“My brother keeps getting himself in trouble...„ you started explaining “he grew up with you in the house every other day I’m not surprised he’s following your footsteps...„ Tommy lowered his head, smirking at himself “anyway I need your help dealing with it, maybe you can scare him off?„

Thomas scoffed “Polly asked the same thing of me when Michael came, didn’t work.„

“Nicolas is different.„

“He’s a man, we’re not all that different sweetheart.„ he pulled out a cigarette, lightening it and breathing in the smoke “danger is very addictive to us.„

You looked down, your eyes in your hands, still avoiding his glance. “There must be something you can do. Till now I could pay the debts, handle the threats„ as soon as you said the threats Tommy’s eyes widened. No one was allowed to hurt you “but the debts get bigger everytime and the threats scarier. I’m scared for him Thomas and you’re the only one that can help.„

Tommy sat down on one of the chairs, never ones moving his eyes away from you as he moved and then motioned for you to sit down as well. You did.

“I can go to the man he owes to and blind them but last time we talked you didn’t like that way of dealing with problems„

Of course he was messing with you, taking you own words and twisting them against you. You knew coming here was a mistake but it was your only choice.

“I can give you money.„

“paying the debts we got now will only solve half the problem, we need to somehow stop him completely.„

“Alright then I will blind them for threatening you and then I will have a talk with your brother. For the sake of us in the old times..„

“There was never an us tommy.„ you whispered, scoffing and scratching your finger on the wooden arms of the chair.

“Never?„

You finally raised your head so you’d look directly in his eyes. You gulped, praying you wouldn’t crumble. “There was something, with someone before the war. A boy I knew that we used to dream together, a boy that loved me...„ you paused, looking at him up and down “but Thomas Michael Shelby OBE. He only cared about his empire, he never loved me.„

“(Y/n)—„ “Don’t!„ you warned raising you hand to cut him off “for ones try and be honest with me and yourself.„

Silence followed from both sides until you let out a deep sigh and stood up to leave. Tommy followed your movements immediately, he wanted to stop you and ask you to stay.

“I don’t know how this works.. if you need payment or not—„

“I’m sure we can settle the payment in different ways.„

God he hadn’t changed at all, same old smartass that you remembered. “I think money will do Thomas.„

“I don’t want your money—„

“Thats the only thing I can give you.„ you persisted. You were lying, he knew that and you knew that too, you wanted to give him more, you wanted to feel his skin on yours again, you missed him but you weren’t going to admit it.

“Is it?„ he asked, seeing right through you. It wasn’t easy to hide from Tommy, your eyes lasting on him gave away your secret temptations. He stepped closer, his eyes burning your body like the sun in the summer. He took one more step, and your heartbeat started getting quicker. “Go on.„ he whispered “I dare you.„ one more step “leave.„

You gulped.

“No one is stoping you.„ one last step and he was right in front of you, you could smell the smoke and alcohol, the aroma of small heath surrounding you.

“Thomas„ you warned. Mostly warning yourself to walk away but oh god he was so addictive, he had already started putting his spell on you, like dark gipsy magic. He placed his palm on your cheek, his touch felt to familiar. All these years of rehab and you were still addicted. Your biggest problem was that he knew it, he knew the power he had over you and he wasn’t going to back off because as we already established he wasn’t used to loosing what he liked and he always got what he wanted.

“Don’t go„ he demanded in a whisper that made your knees go weak. Would you stay?

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagines #peaky blinder imagine #love #imagines #cillian murphy

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mattyslittleworld · 5 years

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I’m in a cafe in a French little corner of Toronto called Leslieville. I’ve been on the road for a few days by myself, about to start a Canadian week run. My bro hit me about booking a small cool situation and honestly I needed it. First show is a house show and I pulled up to load in...a punk girl full of patches watering plants on her deck. The house looked condemned. I walk in and the house smells like cat shit, there’s stains everywhere, food everywhere, spaced out wonderful dedicated humans, and hardcore posters all over the walls, showing the house shows they’ve thrown over the years. The punk girl said they’ve been doing shows for 6 years. They slide the couch over and setup a PA. This is exactly what I need in my soul. I grew up in these punk squats all over the world. I am this. I come from this. These people don’t know who Casanova or Albee Al are. They don’t know Fetty Wap or Tsu Surf. They know Realm Hulud and this underground culture they love applying to the outside world that pushes them away. A truth to be romanticized.

I felt like I burnt myself out a month ago. Taking my dreams and flipping them into reality - the loss of friendship and love made me march forward and demand a new life and once that door opened I ran full speed and never looked back....until Quad Studios a few months back. I looked in the mirror and found nothing of the person I was - no resemblance of that kid. That scared me. So when John hit me with this I accepted immediately and packed my shit. I just wanna have convos about challenging, progressive, active things. Trade road stories. Talk about 7inches. Hardcore and punk. I’m grateful to be able to experience both of these worlds. I asked the punk girl if there was a coffee shop and she said there’s a booouuugie one around the corner if “you like spending a lot of money” and when I got here the barista charged me 2 bucks. I love that fuck the system attitude, although at the same time I think I’m becoming a part of the system - the sold out, corporate side of the music business that we all ran against our whole lives. I mean I just wrote a song with Casanova about texting. I just rapped 4 bars with Tsu Surf about gucci sunglasses and Louie v coats and fucking in the back of an Uber.

I packed my shit and went to NYC and finally got to check out the Queens Bridge housing that Nas grew up in. They were huge. So many. It was so awesome. You can sense the pride and community. From there I just drove around NYC finding spots I used to hangout in as a kid. Blasting inspiring tunes and just vibin out.

Ended up in Spanish Harlem, Queens, China Town. Damn I love New York. At 4 am I left and started my drive to Canada with a stop at Niagara Falls, where I had a Hotel for 2 days waiting for me. I checked in and just cooled out for 2 days it was amazing. I forgot how much I love touring alone. I drove a half hour to Andy’s house and hung out with him and his wife for the night. And damn did I need that. I needed trust. Loyalty. Familiarity. Friendship. Somebody who grew up fighting like me. Who left that life behind like me. Who’s been in real trouble and seen real life hell like me. We both came so far. Beautiful.

Im currently in a hotel in Chicoutmi, Quebec. The window open, breeze coming in nice and sweet. Canadian currency everywhere. Coffee cups everywhere. Ive only eaten fruit the past 2 days. I feel good. Last night the drive was really lonely and long, but I toughed it out and here I am. Thinking back a few days ago to Toronto, I was so inspired and so electric. The hotel was right downtown and I walked all the way to Chinatown and the markets. Running around by myself blasting music. You go throughout your life knowing you need to outlive your demons - nights like that really defines that. The shows have been so cool. Great people. Great conversations. I have a few Canadians and im back in the states.

Ive been editing three music videos along the way. One of which is with Casanova. Im really proud of this. I never thought id get to such a height of being in the room with someone as famous as him. We did the song and it was amazing - but for him to double back and hit this video with me and Rob, damn. The day of the shoot I was so quiet and so awkward before I left. Is this happening? Is this really a thing? Is he really gunna show up? A model is coming. Rooms have been rented. People have been invested. Its all on us. We got there early and set up the set. Ive said it many times before on here - my life socially is completely different. Everybody in my life is brand new and not many people know of my past musical endeavors or even my past in general. But having Rob and Colgan there with me really made me happy. Through thick and thin. I didnt hear from Cass all day so I shot him a text - no answer. I was like oh my god should I call and be annoying? Called him and immediately picked up AYO WHATS GOOD MATTY! 1030 right?! And I was like damn. This dudes a good dude. I asked him if he wanted any Hennessy and he said Yeah pick me up a bottle of dusse. I was like no problem dude….hung up…looked at Rob and went…”What is Dusse?” And he was like NO IDEA LOL. Hit Colgan who was on the way like yo can you scoop Cass some Dusse on the way?? He was like WTF IS THAT!!! I was like IDK so I did the whitest thing ive ever done (Besides being a white rapper) and sent him a google image screen shot and boom nailed it in time. Cass calls and belv goes to let him and his crew in and they mob up and its on. All love from there with such a good vibe. Me and my day 1’s making history…..I remember specifically me rob and Colgan at the port Monmouth skatepark hopelessly lost of a future. Written off by our town and society. Parents let down. Pieces of local shit that’ll amount to nothing. Here we are. Roc Nation….from the basements man. With Belv in the house - without him…none of this would be possible. Killed the video and it left me inspired to see bro just get in the back of a black suburban and drive off. Like damn. Thats wealth. Mentally, and financially. Thats inspiring to me. To be that much of a millionaire but still come and put on for some kids he sees potential in.

I feel a void though. I want to share this all with somebody. Im ready for a relationship - I feel my mind and body gravitating towards that way of thinking and behavior. I think back to the days of having a home in someones heart….so comforting. I needed to run though. I needed this time. I needed to raise hell. I needed those fights, to fuck my life up. I NEEDED this. I needed to plant my feet on this planet and just get my name known. Make shit happen. The window is open right now…and a storm is rolling in off in the distance. You can see lightning. You can see the clouds darken. Wow. After this show im going to rush back here and just watch it on this sill.

I feel extremely emotional right now. Im trembling.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years

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@thecicadasong yeah i havent actually had like, Anons trying to get fresh w/ me about what i Should be drawing (i think ive gotten anon hate like, twice? once for passing along a tweet abt respecting homeless people, another time i have No idea why they were trying to roast me but they were also...weirdly bad at it) but the very rare occasions someone’s tried to tell me i should be drawing different stuff for whatever reason Stick With Me b/c i’m often still steamed abt shit that mightve happened years back but it was THAT annoying lmfao & i reaaally hate when ppl get patronizing &/or when i can tell they’re acting like whatever angle they’re taking is going over my head or they think i’m clueless & i can’t even tell they see me that way lol and i’m like, oh my god i mean it doesn’t make me concerned if i Only Appreciate Boys b/c they’re mostly who i draw b/c yknow......my drawing corner is some rando over here just entertaining myself & Xpressing myself. and a real limited amt of my Interests = the ones im able/interested enough in to draw, & then i tend to wanna draw them a million times lmao....it’s not necessarily the One Unfiltered Reflection of all my interests and all the characters i like, cuz it’s not the only way i think abt shit and express things, & if somebody thinks that my Portfolio not being >50% Girls means that it’s b/c i’ve totally hated girls all along.....that’d be their prerogative i guess. also good lord but that’d be a bad litmus test anyways like.......alllll the misogynist dude artists who draw plenty of ~female characters~ like Yikes City ahhhhh god thats such a fucking cursed realm like. the people so sexist they should be banned from depicting girls and women in any medium. and banned in general God Anyways And Yeah like. the terrible relationships thing too.........like really, this is what you think is appealing???? its too clear sometimes when some man writing this kind of stuff has NO real idea how to think of a woman as an actual person and if they’re trying to write from that perspective it’s like “oh, let’s throw in a ‘smh boys are so stupid and sexist’ thought to realistically depict what it must be like to experience misogyny” and “something about a bra idk” and then call it a day, and if they’re trying to write Romance it’s just like....this Incredible Love that’s truly out of nowhere and they never bother explaining what sustains this, or they decide that the reason bitches liked pride & prejudice is totally because she thought he was a jerk and they fought but then it was like wait nvm we’re in love, right?? and they make that into like, some dude being able to be a total asshole and a really detrimental force in some girl’s life and somehow this Intensity can just be translated into Romantic Intensity no problem, it’s fine that like, they’re not even friends and who knows how to believe they can just get along in regular life and the guy is probably super disrespectful and diminishes her but whatever its fine All Of This And More.....there are so many terrible and annoying ways they do m/f relationships and it’s Really easy to just make it decently written!!! i mean of course sometimes there’s m/f ships that i think are tolerably written and i don’t hate it but also don’t particularly care one way or another but a small / hetero-leaning fandom will like Never Shut Up About It and it’s like ok please shut up about it......i mean really i definitely don’t ever go into any new piece of media expecting to give a shit about any Guy Girl couple. it was a pleasant but total surprise that i really like jeremy/christine (which is not me disavowing the nb lesbian jeremy hc by any means lol) and it was NOT complicated why!!! really in fact a couple of the biggest reasons i found it Especially Good is like, ten seconds in total lmao and it’s “jeremy and christine cracking up by squawking at each other on the couch” and “jeremy doing that Ecstatic Stimming Twirl after kissing christine for 0.003 seconds” lmao.....like!!!! consider showing that the characters can actually have genuine fun interacting with each other for longer than five seconds!!!! give us a single reason why they’d be drawn to each other As People!!! it’s notttt thaaaat harrrrrd aaaaaaaaaA THE WEIRD CHARACTERS yeah i love a true Quirky character and not in the like.....bad clichéd quirky way but like. just someone who’s weird!! the nerdy awkward guys who manifest this by like....maybe being a tiny bit socially clumsy are like, boring and whatever a dime a dozen. but when people are funky and in a sort of fun way and it’s genuinely part of how they interact with others....it’s real relatable lmao i don’t have any very Weird Persona at this point but back in the day i did a bit moreso b/c like, firstly interacting w ppl tended to make me Nervous so it’s like ah hell i’ll do a bit. and then also there’s the classic “well i have this Weirdness abt me that i can’t turn off that ppl seem to dislike, so i’ll put on this extra layer of weirdness that i can try to be vaguely entertaining with.” and then you aren’t popular at all still lol but at least you’ve got your niche amongst whoever does actually like you.....Weird Quirky Guys characters are fun and like, it’s funny that nato of the black suits is Like That in terms of being a lil weirdo who just kind of does his thing in his corner and might Say Something About Anything Apropos Of Nothing as his conversational style and he’s apparently that superlative student type but doesnt seem to actually give a shit and just has his specific interest and depression.......it’s like oh jeez!!! relatable lmao!!! everyone who has a kind of Veneer of communicating a bit erratically and maybe just always throwing out random shit when interacting with others to hope something sticks......but also the strangeness doesn’t even have to be at all performative b/c it’s rarer but super fun when there’s characters who do have that kind of more inherent weirdness that they can’t turn off that really puts people off despite like....them not really doing anything lol....now THAT’S what i call A Timeless Mood it’s funny lmao like i totally have clear Character Types and i always go for those ppl on the same general wavelength as me but it can be a bit Unpredictable and nuanced which ones will actually be adopted into the faves category......like naturally i go for the un-cool passionate excitable types but if someone’s real like, mad energetic or demanding/loud im like oops you lost me. i like people who like to / want to Socialize / have relationships but sometimes if they’re too outgoing / have that natural success at it all / are obv free of anxiety im like, again, you’ve lost me. you truly never know!! only the Most relatable can survive!! one that might seem like they should be a fave on paper might super annoy me lol or just generate Zero interest.......it’s nice to be surprised by which characters really strike a chord lol

#already i Fear whatever horribly written relationship you had to endure being exposed to :(

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stillthewordgirl · 6 years

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LOT/CC fic: Somewhere on Your Road Tonight (ch. 14)

Sara and Leonard made a life for themselves, together in 1958, after the Waverider left them, Ray and Kendra behind. But now they're back on the ship, Mick has been twisted into Chronos, Kendra is pregnant, and Savage is still out there. They'll deal--together. (Sequel to "Chances Are.")

Second "Destiny" chapter. Pieces are coming together. Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta.

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

Since Rip, Raymond and Mick seem like they might have the better chance at anything having to do with the ship and getting away from the Time Masters, Leonard takes the responsibility of getting Stein to the medbay. The older man is trying to move as best he can, but he’s clearly suffering, and Leonard can’t help a prickle of sympathy.

Once the professor is settled into one of the chair-bed things, with an IV of medication Gideon has prescribed to at least keep him more comfortable, Leonard hesitates, uncertain. He wants to go find Sara, but leaving Stein alone to contemplate his plight seems…well, cold, even to him.

“Anything help you other than getting the kid back?” he drawls uncomfortably, sidling toward the chair. The ship shakes a little as he does so.

Stein opens an eye and regards him with an expression that’s understanding and almost kind. It occurs to Leonard that while he may have been the one on this ship who’s changed the most, the professor has changed too. He’s a far cry from the arrogant man who’d scorned Leonard and Mick back on that rooftop in Central City.

“No, sadly, Mr. Snart,” he says with a sigh. “It’s just a matter of time, I fear. And now, with Captain Hunter’s revelations about the nature of our quest itself…it seems that it’s all been for nothing.” He shakes his head. “At least Jefferson is well out of it.”

Leonard wants, no, needs, to find out more about that himself, but while they’re still in the process of getting the hell outta Dodge, it seems best not to storm onto the bridge demanding answers. As the ship jolts again, he decides to sit down next to the other man. Stein watches him do so.

“Mr. Snart,” he asks after another moment, “may I ask you a question?”

The ship shakes, lurching. Leonard decides he’d rather be distracted. “Shoot.”

“Back in the beginning. When Captain Hunter invited us on this whole…adventure.” He stops, then continues again as Leonard continues to regard him. “Why did you decide to go?”

It is, truthfully, a good question. Leonard can remember how scornful he’d been of the whole thing, at least on the surface he’d presented to the others. And it seems like the least he can do is to offer the truth to the man before him, who, it seems, is all too likely to be giving his life on this mission.

After a moment’s thought, he starts to speak, carefully. “I’ll deny it if you tell the others,” he warns Stein, who rolls his eyes but also inclines his head. “But I do care about my city.”

“At least, insomuch as no one could hurt it but you, eh?” But the professor waves a hand when Leonard gives him a weary look. “I’m sorry. Carry on.”

After a minute, he does. “I did wonder if I could…” He thinks of Sara’s words back then. “…change my fate. Either by changing the past or, as it turns out, becoming…a rather different person.” He shrugs. “And I got even more of a chance for that than I’d expected.”

Stein tilts his head and offers up some of his occasional uncanny understanding. “Your time in 1958?”

“Yeah.” Leonard hesitates again. “Amazing what a clean slate can do.”

Stein’s closed his eyes again. “Hmm,” he muses. “I daresay Ms. Lance’s presence in your life didn’t hurt either. The love of a good woman…or rather, a good person…has saved many a lost soul. Clarissa…in some ways, I think she effectively saved me.” He sighs. “I hope I get to see her again. At this point, however, I rather doubt it.”

Leonard’s not sure what to do with that. “C’mon, professor. I thought cynicism was my hallmark.”

“As you’ve said, Mr. Snart, people change.” But Stein shakes his head. “Still. I suppose that there is always hope.” He smiles a little. “In a world with time travel, is not anything truly possible?”

“And in a world with burning, nuclear-powered heroes,” Leonard tells him seriously. “And speedsters. And…”

“…and where Captain Cold is a hero.”

Leonard frowns at the older man, but Stein just chuckles. “Don’t deny it,” he tells Leonard mock-seriously. “Your actions prove otherwise.”

“Eehhhh.” He decides not to argue. “You get back to 2016, professor, don’t tell Barry Allen and his ilk that.”

Stein chuckles, closing his eyes. “I do believe I shall have to try to survive this, Mr. Snart, just to collect on all these favors you’re going to be owing me.” He reopens one eye and regards Leonard. “Please tell the others that I will endeavor not to blow up while I’m here.”

Leonard feels his own lips twitch at the words. “Appreciate that, professor.”

“As well you should.”

Despite the others’ reassurances, Sara’s still relieved when Leonard finally ambles onto the bridge. He catches her eye and she catches his, and that’s enough for now.

“Professor's in the medbay,” he drawls, approaching the others. “Promises not to blow up while he's on board, which I thought was considerate.”

Rip sighs, moving toward the holotable. “Yeah, the professor's condition is the least of our worries, I'm afraid.”

That seems a bit callous, but as Sara frowns, Ray chimes in.

“Yeah, much to my chagrin, it turns out everything we've done, maybe even our whole lives,” he says woefully, “has been determined by the Time Masters.”

“What?” Sara asks incredulously, leaning forward. She glances at Leonard, who leans on a jump seat, eyes sweeping the room. He doesn’t look surprised. Instead, he wears an expression of intense concentration.

Granted, he’s been insisting for a while that the Time Masters are pulling their strings, but this…this is more than that. Those words--which no one is arguing with--suggest that it goes back farther and deeper, that…

No. No, Sara doesn’t want to think about that right now. As it is, her stomach is twisting, thinking about the choices she’s made and the places she’s been…the people she’s hurt…

She doesn’t look at Leonard now. She can’t.

“The Time Masters have this thing called the Oculus, which allows them not only to gaze into the future, but to engineer it,” Rip tells them resignedly. “Yes, Mr. Snart. As I said before, you were right.”

But Ray speaks again before Leonard can respond. “A future where I'm dead.” Sara’s heart goes out to him as he closes his eyes, swallowing. “Guy, you gotta get Kendra back. I mean, for her sake too, but Alex…”

“We won’t leave your kid without a family, Haircut,” Mick cuts in roughly. “No matter what.” He shrugs uncomfortably as everyone looks at him. “Don’t know that we’re what you and Bird Girl would want for uncles and aunt, but I s’pose we’re better than nothing. And, hey, Snart and I know what not to do, anyway.”

Ray looks like he’s going to cry, or hug somebody, but the captain speaks up again, shaking his head.

“This is a lovely moment,” he says, just a touch acerbically, “truly. But in my opinion, Dr. Palmer's death is not part of their plan.”

“Not reassuring,” Ray mutters, then “Ow!”

Mick, apparently deciding that enough sentiment was enough, had leaned over and whacked him in the arm. Then he turns challengingly to Rip.

“You sayin’ the Time Masters wanted me to do that?” he growls.

Rip gives him a long-suffering look. “What I'm saying is that they've been engineering our lives to move in very specific directions,” he says. “And we are playing out that script even now.”

The Gambit? The Pit? All the people she’s killed? Sara closes her eyes, then opens them, rising from the captain’s chair and moving toward them. Her eyes catch Leonard’s very briefly, and she can see similar thoughts there. Did the Time Masters make sure he’d be a criminal no matter what, with the perfect skills to do what they wanted on this mission? Did he ever have a choice? Did they create Lewis? Or Barry Allen to prod him down another road?

And what about them…

Before she speaks, though, he does.

“But they’re not controlling everything,” he says, staring at Rip. “And we can still surprise them.” They’re statements, not questions. “They didn’t know that I’d left the ship in Harmony Falls.” He glances at Mick. “We know the Time Masters didn’t know I’d been left behind too.”

Rip blinks, considering that, and Mick grunts thoughtfully in agreement.

“Yeah,” he says. “They told me just what to do. And things were all different from what they said.

Ray, looking a bit encouraged, nods. “So they didn’t have anything to do with what happened to any of us in 1958.”

Sara looks at Leonard, who’s looking steadily back at her. This is still disconcerting and awful, but at least…at least they have that.

“No. They can’t control thoughts, and they can’t control feelings,” Rip tells him, almost gently. “And…they’re not in there all the time, fiddling with every little detail.” He shakes his head. “It’s a rather jarring experience, the Oculus. It’d be like performing delicate surgery with a hacksaw.”

“So, it seems they sort of…set the program and let it run, with occasional course corrections.” Ray looks thoughtful.

Sara takes a deep breath. “Well, this is interesting…and encouraging in a few ways, anyway, for what that’s worth. But we still need to figure out what to do.” She puts her hands on the holotable, scanning the others. “So, we can go to 2016, but that might be what the Time Masters want. Or we can go get Kendra...”

“Which could also be what they want,” Leonard mutters.

“Then we need to do what they don't want,” Ray says, determination brightening his voice. “If the Oculus is what they're using to control us, then we need to destroy it.”

Sara nods, but…

“No,” Leonard cuts in, getting to his feet and approaching. “Or not just that, anyway.” He takes a deep breath as the others look at him. “Look. They’re expecting us to act according to our natures. Right? That’s the whole point. They did their best to create those natures.”

“Yes?” Ray looks inquiringly at Rip, then back at Leonard. “But…”

“And the Time Bastards just made sure to give their biggest rebel, a bunch of heroes—and me and Mick—the information that they control time.” Leonard tilts his head. “What do you think they think is going to happen?”

For some reason, as soon as he’s delivered those words, something in Leonard relaxes. Not entirely, but a little. Like he’s passed a test. Delivered a message.

It’s an odd sensation, but he decides not to examine it for the moment.

“I acted against my nature—what had been my nature—when I left the ship in Harmony Falls,” he says, looking at Sara. “And they didn’t expect it or plan for it. What, now, would they not expect us to do?”

Sara hums thoughtfully. Raymond shrugs. “Give up and go back home,” he points out. “But we can’t do that.”

“Well.” Rips frowns. “I do think that going back to the place we just escaped from would seem rather unexpected.”

Leonard snorts. “Not with this group,” he says. “Seriously, Rip?”

The captain gives him the ghost of a smile. “True, indeed, Mr. Snart. But we still need to get rid of this Oculus, if we’re to have any hope of truly changing things.”

Raymond’s looking off into the distance. “I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be a hero,” he says quietly. “A hero…a hero is brave. Helps others. Makes a difference. If I can do that, to make a better life for my son…”

“So, basically, the Time Bastards would expect you to do some shit like dying while trying to blow up the Oculus.” Leonard nods when the scientist gives him a startled glance. “So, you can’t do that. You’ve gotta be selfish, Raymond.” He glances at Rip. “Can you take him back to the Refuge?”

“No!” Raymond says, even as Rip considers and nods.

“And the rest of us, Mr. Snart?” he says with resignation, but also with a small smile on his face. “As you just might be onto something here?”

Leonard can appreciate what it’s cost the captain to say that…and maybe Rip’s arrogance was something the Time Masters were counting on too. He gives the other man an understanding smirk in return.

“The rest of us…” he says slowly. “What if we split up? Rip, they’ll figure you’ll go back to the Vanishing Point. It’s personal. You and…and Sara and maybe the professor, if he’s up for it…go after Kendra.”

“Wait a minute…” Sara starts as Rip lifts an eyebrow.

“And what are we going to use to do that?” he asks drily, spreading his hands out before him. “One ship.”

“The Pilgrim’s ship is still at that old outpost, right? Leonard looks around at Mick. “You hid it.”

His friend grunts thoughtfully. “Yeah. I could fly that. Good ship.”

“Great. Then, Mick and I will blow up the Oculus.” Leonard ignores the immediate arguments. “They won’t expect the criminals to be playing heroes.”

Mick nods. “And I like blowing stuff up.”

“You’re not…”

“Mr. Snart…”

“He’s got a point.” Raymond shrugs as everyone looks at him. “We can make it work. We’re Legends, right? But one change.” He holds up a hand. “I get your meaning, Snart, about going against what they expect. But…I won’t do any good to the mission if I’m back at the Refuge. I want to go with you.”

Leonard regards him a moment, then glances at the captain. “Rip,” he drawls. “What was the Boy Scout here doing? When…What did you see in this Oculus thing?”

Rip hesitates, thinking. “He was…” His eyes widen. “It was an explosion. How did I forget that?” He looks at Raymond. “You were working on something. And there was light…you started to come apart…”

“I think that’s enough,” Sara breaks in as Raymond winces. “Rip, even if we—or some of us—return to the Vanishing Point, can they mess with us there?”

The captain shakes his head. “No, Druce told me that the Oculus' ability to control our actions doesn't work in the Vanishing Point, most likely because the Vanishing Point itself exists outside of time.”

“And we need to move,” Leonard says firmly. “If you want to have any chance to save Kendra. And your family.”

Rip looks a bit wild-eyed, but Gideon cuts neatly in, her voice calm.

“I apologize, Captain,” she says, “but I’ve already diverted us toward the outpost. Mr. Snart’s plan is a good one, and I chose to…anticipate your orders.” She pauses as Rip collapses into a jump seat and Mick barks out a laugh. “May I also point out that you have always encouraged such independence, but…a time ship AI knows what it is to be controlled by the Time Masters. I wish to help, although they are not all like me.”

Rip rubs a hand over his face. “Ah, Gideon. No one is quite like you.”

“Thank you, Captain. I shall take that as a compliment.”

“OK, then,” Ray says firmly, turning for the corridors. “I’m going to go talk to Stein, figure out how we’ll need to destroy this Oculus wellspring. Rip, we’ll need what you know.”

The captain shakes his head but gets to his feet. “This is not how I envisioned this going at all,” he comments with a sigh, then smiles. “Which just may be precisely why it works.” He glances at Mick. “Mr. Rory. You have experience as a time ship captain—and a reputation as a sneaky and very effective one. Would you work with Gideon to plot a good intercept course for Savage?”

Mick shrugs, but Leonard thinks he almost looks pleased at the words and the request. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Leonard stands with Sara and Mick, watching as Rip and Raymond leave, then looks over at his friend. “You want help?” he drawls, folding his arms. “Might not know how to fly a time ship, but I know how to plan.”

Mick’s already deftly pulled some schematics up on the holotable. He glances over and snorts. “No,” he says, “I want you two to go get your shit together before we all trot off to hunt psychopaths or blow stuff up.” He looks back to the display. “So, get. I got this.”

“We got this,” Gideon announces. “Mr. Rory, please take a look at the path skirting Jurgens Ridge. I believe…”

She continues, and Leonard blinks at his old friend, then looks at Sara.

She gives him a slight smile and shrugs.

“OK, then,” he mutters, turning aside and heading for their room. “I know when I’m not needed.”

“Don’t whine, Mr. Snart,” Gideon tells him snippily, stopping her comments to Mick for a moment. “It’s not a becoming trait.”

Well, he thinks with resignation as he saunters for the door, at least the comment makes Sara laugh.

“I can’t believe we were just…dismissed…like that,” Sara says with faint amusement as they enter their quarters. She looks from side to side restlessly, then turns to face Leonard. “I mean, I know my skills lie mainly in hitting things until they stop moving, but…I would have liked to do something.”

Her words get a slight smile, although it’s a distracted one. “Got the feeling maybe we already did,” he drawls, leaning against the bed and watching her. “But…you OK?”

Sara laughs a little, knowing that the sound isn’t very sincere. “Well. I’m trying not to think about it too much,” she says, boosting herself up onto the bed and looking down at her hands. “I don’t know how profound the directions the Time Masters steered us in are, and I don’t think I want to know. I know I still feel responsible for everything I’ve done. And it still keeps me up at night.”

After a moment, she hears a sigh and glances over at Leonard. Her lover is staring off into the distance, a complicated expression on his face. It’s melancholy and uncertain, very unlike anything he shows the world, and something turns over in Sara’s heart as she watches him.

“Len,” she says quietly, putting a hand out and resting it on his shoulder, “what are you thinking?”

Leonard shrugs, after a moment, then looks at her.

“It wasn’t just a script,” he asks, a still, opaque expression on his face. “Was it?”

Oh.

Sara tightens her grip on his shoulder, pulling him toward her, and after a moment’s resistance, Leonard allows her to guide him. After a moment, he’s facing her, although his eyes are still darting around and not meeting hers. He exudes uneasiness and apprehension, and she can see and feel how stiff his shoulders are.

“I thought we agreed that the Time Masters didn’t even know we were there, in 1958,” she says. “When our relationship…changed. Or evolved. They weren’t pulling our strings.” She reaches up and rests a hand against his jawline, feeling the tension there. “And…Rip said, they can’t change feelings.” She takes a deep breath. “Everything we feel…it’s real.”

Finally, Leonard’s eyes meet hers, heartbreakingly wary.

“Yeah?” he asks quietly. “And what…” He pauses. “I’m not a good person, Sara. Not the sort you should…care for. I…”

Sara huffs out a breath. “Stop…listening…to Lewis,” she tells him sharply, shaking his shoulder a little, then feels guilty as he flinches. “He’s been dead for months, or longer depending on how you look at it. Stop giving his voice space in your head.”

Leonard actually looks thoughtful at that, and Sara presses her advantage, reaching up and putting her other hand on his jaw, holding his face in her hands and making sure he looks at her.

“I think we went through all this back in 1958,” she tells him. “About you being a good person. Leonard, no one’s a good person all the time, and you’ve been actively trying to be better.” She hesitates. “What would Rebecca say? Or Ginny. David?”

He mutters something, but Sara doesn’t let him off the hook. “You know perfectly well what they’d say, because they’ve said it,” she tells him fiercely. “Now, stop insulting the man I love. Or I’m going to be pissed.”

That actually gets a smile, and he studies her, eyes a saturated deep blue. It’s impossible, as the tension fades—replaced by a different sort of tension--not to realize how close they are or how very charged the atmosphere is. Leonard reaches out deliberately and puts one hand on either side of her on the bed, looking through his lashes at her, and smiles.

“Well,” he drawls, sounding a little more like himself, leaning toward her. “Can’t have that. The woman I love is quite the badass, you know.”

“Yeah?” Sara smirks in return, moving her hands down to rest on his hips, where she threads her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him even closer. “She sounds awesome.”

“Oh, yeah.” Leonard studies her, then glances away, expression going serious again. He looks like he’s trying to make a decision, and Sara waits, wondering.

Finally, he nods, as if to himself, and meets her eyes.

“Being on this ship,” he says, quietly, bringing one hand up to touch her cheek gently, “traveling through time…” A pause. “…I’ve been wondering what the future might hold for me... and you…and me and you.”

He stops again. Sara feels like she can’t quite breathe. Is this…a proposal, Leonard Snart-style?

“You want to steal a kiss from me, Leonard?” she says lightly, giving him the chance to defuse the moment even as her pounding heart wants desperately to know what he’s going to say. “You better be one hell of a thief.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. A light in his eyes, Leonard starts to speak again…

But Gideon beats him to it.

“I am very sorry, Mr. Snart, Ms. Lance, truly, but we have arrived here, at the outpost,” she says carefully. “And time is of the essence…ah, in more ways than one. Can you meet the others at the bridge, or…”

A sigh explodes out of both of them at once, and Leonard shakes his head roughly as Sara closes her eyes and put a hand to her forehead. She wonders, briefly, if Leonard will tell Gideon that they need another moment…but then Leonard’s kissing her, his hand moving to curve behind her head, his lips warm and intent on hers, and Sara kisses him back, pulling him close, trying to memorize the feel and the taste of him before they part. It’s dangerous, what they’re going out to do, and they both know it—but if they ever want the future Leonard had spoken of, it’s something they both have to do.

They part slowly at first, staring at each other like they’re trying to memorize the sight, too. Well, Sara knows that she, for one, is. She tucks a strand of hair behind an ear and takes a deep breath, knowing that they have to move.

“I love you,” she tells him breathlessly. “Leonard, be careful. I know you’re playing the hero now, but…I’d rather have a live crook. Got it?”

That gets her a wry, if somehow melancholy, smile. “Got it,” he shoots back. “Sara…I love you, too.” A glance away, then back. “Give Savage hell, and don’t let Rip do anything too stupid.”

He steps back, and Sara slides off the bed with a sigh, grabbing her good White Canary leathers. “I could say the same to you,” she tells him. “Don’t let Mick and Ray do anything dumb. I want you all back.”

“Promise.”

She’ll remember that, later. He’d promised.

#somewhere on your road tonight #captain canary #legends of tomorrow

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popatochisssp · 6 years

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102 with us sans, maybe?? if thats ok ghjgkmh--

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?” + US!Sans

You were having a day.

It was one of those days whereeverything was garbage: everything you said was the wrong thing, everything youtried to do turned out terrible, and it was just one thing after another to thepoint that you hadn’t even had a break to just breathe.

You went looking for Sans as soon as youcould. Your thought was that your cheerful, affectionate skeleton could…brightenyour mood somehow, in that inexplicable way he always did.

But you should’ve known even that would backfire on you.

You saw Sans alright, behind the barexactly where he should’ve been halfway through his shift. You saw thepersonable smile on his skull and you saw the careful balance between precisionand flourish that produced perfect cocktails with every pour.

You alsosaw the pretty little monster girl giggling as he passed a neon green martiniinto her hooves with a charming grin, and you…

You kinda want to throw up.

Suddenly, all you can think about is how that’sthe kind of person Sans should be with: somebody bubbly and sweet like he is,somebody cute and good and not a barely functionaldisaster like you.

Your eyes sting and it’s all you can doto scurry out the back before you burst into tears.

Crying in an alleyway because you sawyour boyfriend talking to a girlfeels like a pathetic new low for you and it just makes you sob harder. Youneed to get a hold of yourself, you knowyou do, but you can’t stop and you hate it.

This day feels like the worst day ofyour life.

The sound of your name and agentle touch to your shoulder makes you jolt.

Sans looks alarmed, to say the least, at the sight of yourtear-streaked face. “WHAT’S WRONG?” he demands, cupping your cheekwith gentle concern—concern you don’t deserve by a long-shot. “WHY ARE YOUCRYING, LOVE?”

Your throat is too tight to answer, butyou know you don’t have to: Sans is a wizard at reading faces. You have no ideahow, but you’ve always been an openbook to him, like all he has to do is get a good look at you and he can readyour mind.

The thought makes you sob again.

Sans is going to realize what an idiot you are, crying over nothing atall just because you couldn’t handle a hard day.

Sure enough, understanding washes overhis skull. “OH…YOU DON’T REALLY THINK…”

He frowns, not liking whatever he seesin your expression.

“IWOULD NEVER,” he says firmly,sounding offended by the notion. “I’M YOURS. YOU KNOW THAT, DON’T YOU? DO YOUREALLY THINK I COULD EVER REPLACE YOU?”

You just sniffle. “I’m…I’m sorry,” isall you can think to say, “I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

That seems to soften him.

“AVERY TERRIBLE DAY, I WOULD IMAGINE,” Sans concludes with a sigh. His gloved handswipe the tears from your cheeks and you lean into his touch. As much as youdoubt you deserve it, you crave the comfort in those hands; in Sans’ genuine,straightforward affection. “IT’S ALRIGHT, I’M HERE NOW. I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.”

“What…whatabout…” Your insecure heart hisses thatgirl, but your mouth says, “your shift?”

Sans smiles at you, all too knowingly. “THEHELL WITH IT,” he says. “IT’S A SLOW NIGHT. I’LL CALL THE CHIEF IN THE MORNINGTOO, MOVE MY SCHEDULE AROUND. SURELY WITH ALL THOSE HUMANS THEY OUGHT TO BEABLE TO HANDLE ONE MEASLY FIRE OR TWO WITHOUT ME.”

Stars above, he was serious. Sans was really going to do that for you,rearranging his life on a whim because you were upset and he wanted to be withyou.

You love him. You love him so much, howcould you ever have thought he’dleave you for somebody else?

“You don’t have to…” You trail off whenhe raises a browbone at you, as if daring you to finish the self-deprecatingsentence. You laugh a little instead, sheepishly saying, “Thank you, Sans. You’rethe best.”

“OF COURSE I AM,” he’s happy to agree,the blue of his eye-lights seeming to brighten at your smile. “AND THE BESTHUMAN IS MY DATEMATE.” In a conspiratorial whisper that’s absolutely not awhisper, he adds, “THAT’S YOU.”

You laugh.

Sans is good at making you laugh and when he leans in to kiss you, youthink that maybe this ‘worst day ever’ is finally starting to look up.

#drabbles #undertale #sans/reader #underswap #fanfiction #crinkling #mapleshmaple #us!sans #myfic

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amethyst-noir · 6 years

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i enjoyed the inclusion of tony sort of... whoring himself in that last fic. would it be possible to write an au more centered around that subject? maybe stephen had to sell himself to get through medical school and sometimes it wasn't consensual? if thats too much i understand! just figured it might help some people who deal with that

[Sunday is now officially my post-it-if-you-have-something-day. People send me prompts, so they obviously want to read the result. Thanks for that; I feel honored.]

Uh, that’s a hard one but it caught my imagination. I won’t write non-con;the aftermath of it is bad enough. (I like sex scenes to be sweet and romanticand/or kinky as hell but always consensual and I’m bad at writing them.) So,this happened. The Stephen/Tony here is “just” friendship (aka themost important foundation for any relationship). There is the potential for itto maybe become more in the far-off future but right now? No. There are other,more important, things to do first.

And if the prompt itself and my note up there don’t make it clear enough: TWfor rape/non-con. It’s not described at all and not spoken about in detailbut it’s there because… well, look above.

Find a Way(to break the fall)

Stephen didn’tthink about it anymore. It had been buried deep beneath all the other shit he’dhad to live through in the last couple of years and it didn’t impact his day today life in any way whatsoever. His nightmares were of dying in a myriad ofways, one more painful than the other, not reliving the ancient past.

It wasn’t as if hewas looking for someone or that someone to be another man; he was too busyliving, learning and protecting.

So it was anunpleasant surprise for both of them when one day Tony grabbed him by the hipsto move him out of the way and Stephen flinched. Hard. He froze on thespot a second after and Tony put up his arms and backed away as if afraid of anattack. Only then he’d noticed that he’d put up his hands in a classicdefensive position, his magic tingling in his fingers to fight off the threat.

“Stephen?”Tony asked, more confused than afraid but a hint of fear lurked in his eyes andvoice. He still had trouble with magic, especially the offensive kind. And tohave a friend threatening him…

Shit. Stephen knew almost immediately why he’d reacted like that, of course. Hestill felt Tony’s hands on his hips, even though it had only lasted for a momentand his grip had been gentle. But suddenly he could feel bruises on his skin,beneath the layers of clothes he wore, and it was as if it had happenedyesterday. All his carefully constructed barriers - broken down in an instantby an innocent touch.

“Sorry, I’msorry. I’ve just…” He didn’t even try to explain further, just turnedaround and vanished as soon as the portal had formed.

The same night hisnightmares gained a new flavor - old and new elements mixing together to form anew kind of torment that was worse than ever before. Worse than the dreamsabout the accident; far more devastating than the dreams about dying in thedark dimension or the ones about his fight against Thanos. There he had beenable to do something, to fight, be active, resist, despite his handsbeing almost useless. He hadn’t been a victim by choice without any power.Helpless and desperate. The only thing that came close was the sensation oflosing himself and fading away into nothing.

Now, all thecombined trauma gave him a whole new appreciation of the term “nightterror” that went so far that he started to research ways for forgoingsleep altogether. Unfortunately, escaping into his astral form while his bodyrested wasn’t a long-term solution. Okay for a couple of days - or even weeksif necessary - but it put too much stress on his body and the toll would onlyget higher and higher the longer he used this escape.

Plus, there wasTony. The man who had backed off considerably since Stephen’s flight and whosepresence was sorely missed. Tony, who could be an emotional idiot but was morethan perceptive enough to see that something was off and by now was probablyworried sick that he had done something wrong.

Their friendshiphad started off strong and had only gotten stronger in the months since Thanos’defeat. Playful banter had become more, the flirting too and… oh. There it was,the reason for his reaction to Tony’s innocent touch.

Stephen felt sostupid he could have hit himself. Instead, he forced himself to look away from hisbook and at his resting body. In sleep it looked innocent, only the stillshaking hands betraying that something was not quite right with it. It hadbrought him some much pain and misery over the years but it still didn’tdeserve the treatment he put it through now. He deserved better. He puthis book aside with very slow and precise movements, took a deep breath and triedto force away the images from his youth that wanted to destroy his hard-wonpeace. He pushed away the memories of strangers with cruel hands and too muchstrength and tried to imagine what he wanted instead.

Himself, curled upin bed, Tony behind him, holding him loosely, both of them relaxed in theirsleep. No nightmares, just peace. For both of them.

I want this.

With a sickfeeling in his stomach he went back into his body, knowing that this littlefantasy would probably never play out. Others would.

The nightmare of athousand needles piercing his flesh everywhere, while Ebony Maw had his waywith him woke him a short while later.

He awoke in tears,his hands on fire, and with the knowledge that he owed it to himself to dosomething, anything to make it stop.

He tried themystic arts and the other Masters, of course. Made his farewells to a disappointedand wondering Tony and vanished to Kamar-Taj. Tried to lose himself in researchand training but also visited the healers. Meditated, tried to find peace withhis choices back then. Told himself over and over again that it wasn’t hisfault, that it was time to move on. It did help, a little, but not enough.

You need therapy. The voice of Doctor Strange, MD, became louder with every passing day.Stephen knew it was the truth, but still he resisted. He was stronger thanthat. He’d gotten over it on his own before, he could do it again. Andyou’ve it done so well the first time, his inner doctor mocked him. Stephenbegan to hate the logical, rational part of himself but finally concededdefeat.

“Stephen!You’re back!” Tony came nearer, his hands spread out wide. “Greetingsfrom this earthly realm, oh Master of the Mystic Arts! Welcome back on thisplane of existence!”

Stephen just hadto smile at the sheer joy in Tony’s voice and roll his eyes at the words, butthe smile dropped when Tony came to a standstill before they could embrace. Hisarms were still open. He’s waiting for me to make the next step, Stephenrealized and suddenly wanted to cry. Instead, he forced the smile back onto hisface and stepped into the embrace of his friend. Tony obviously suspected whathad set him off weeks ago because while he held Stephen in a tight embrace hewas very careful to keep his hands high up on Stephen’s back.

After a moment ofinternal fight Stephen just gave up and let himself collapse into the hold,trusting Tony to catch him.

Tony, of course,did, without a word. Except a soft: “I’ve missed you.”

“How did youknow?”, he asked about an hour later. He held a hot cup of tea in hishands to keep them as steady as possible and force his mind to be in thepresent.

Tony gave him alook as if he was earth’s biggest idiot. “I touch you on the hips and yourfirst instinct is to raise a defensive shield? I might not get people, as I’mreminded over and over again, but know that kind of reaction.” He lookedaway and played with his own cup of coffee. “I’m sorry. I’ve never saidthat, didn’t I? You never did give any indication that my touch wouldn’t bewelcome or I would never have…”

Why? How? Didsomebody hurt you or was it someone you love? Every protectiveinstinct he possessed reared up and demanded to know the answers, to extractrevenge. “I didn’t,” he said instead. “It didn’t occur to mesince it’s not something I’ve thought about… in a long time. It happened when Iwas a student, barely in my twenties. Practically three lifetimes away. It tookme as much by surprise as you.”

“Stephen.”Tony put his coffee down and focused all of his attention on him. It was likebeing in the focus of the sun itself, wonderful and terrifying in equalmeasures. “You don’t have to explain anything.”

“But what ifI want to?” The words had slipped out before he thought about theconsequences. He had played with the idea after he’d concluded that therapymight work for him but he couldn’t imagine talking to a stranger. He neededsomeone he already trusted, who already knew about his crazy life and hisexperiences in the last few years. He had thought about approaching Wong but asclose as their friendship was he just couldn’t imagine talking about… thatwith him. Or any of the other masters. The thought of speaking about this toChristine, the only other friend he hadn’t managed to alienate, was just asunappealing. Surprisingly, or maybe not, he could imagine to do so with TonyStark. Most people might not believe it but the man could be a great listenerwho had brilliant insights. “Forget it,” he said a moment later.There was no way he was putting even more pressure on Tony, he had already morethan enough demons of his own.

“Forgetit?” Tony echoed. “Seriously? You listened to me rave and rant aboutpretty much everything under the sun and then you want to deny me the chance ofdoing the same for you?” He suddenly looked a lot more vulnerable, as ifremembering something unpleasant. As always when he was uncomfortable withsomething he was rubbing his left shoulder. “I’m here, I’m free for thenext, oh, four to five days, longer if necessary.” He leaned back on thecouch, folded his hands into his lap and stared at Stephen. “You talking,me talking, just staring at each other thinking about how pretty we are… it’syour choice.”

Not everything waslost when Tony was still low-key flirting with him and it served as a reminderthat Tony didn’t suddenly see him in a completely different light. Stephenclosed his eyes, relieved. He carefully put his tea aside and stared at hisshaking hands.

“Whatevergruesome scenario you might have conjured up it wasn’t like that,” hebegan and grimaced immediately. “It wasn’t some brutal assault orsomething. It was by my own choice.”

“It was yourchoice that you were raped? Bullshit!” Tony sat up and startedpacing the room. Stephen got dizzy by just watching him. Then the full extentof the words hit him and the shook his head.

“It wasn’trape”, he said very quietly. “Coercion at worst. It was my choice. Ineeded the money and it was the quickest and easiest way.” He swallowed,feeling sick again. He forced himself to summon his tea just to have somethingin his hands again. He didn’t drink. “My choice,” he repeated.

Tony just lookedat him. If that’s what you need to tell yourself to get through this so beit, he seemed to think. “Easy is something else. If it really had beenyour choice you wouldn’t have flinched when I touched you.” Suddenly Tonywas kneeling before him and looking up. “But this is me, being pushyagain. Sorry. Backing down now.” He leaned back a little, presentinghimself to Stephen as if to say I’m not a threat, just look at me, beinghere. Surprisingly it worked. He was able to take a deep breath again andcould feel the oncoming panic attack recede a little bit. “Thank you fortelling me. I’ll be more careful in the future when I touch you.”

When, not if. Noteverything was irrevocably changed, Tony wasn’t disgusted and there was stillhope. One day he would ask Tony when and where he’d gone to therapy. He was fartoo good in getting people to get to calm down and knew when to back off -there was no way in hell the world-famous weapons dealer from eleven years agobecame the man he was today without some serious help. Professional, highlypaid, help from whose work Stephen now profited by proxy. He didn’t feel badabout it. He probably couldn’t even afford the help he really needed and thisreasons for not seeking it out still stood.

Tony was stillwaiting for an answer. Stephen stared at his hands and refused to look up.“I would like that,” he finally admitted, pushing against the wave offear that tried to claw its way up to the surface. He was safe now and morethan capable of defending himself should somebody try to take advantage of himever again. On the edge of his vision he could see Tony come nearer.

“Likethis?” he asked as he took the cup away from him. Instead he put hissteady hands over Stephen’s shaking ones as if he could still their tremblingby touch alone. The only feeling it caused was one of safety and warmth. “I’mhere, Stephen. Anytime you need to talk, just call me.”

Stephen smiled,touched by the gesture. “Thank you.”

It was a start. A rathergood one, considering everything. The rest would come in time.

=/\=

#ironstrange #frienship version #Tony Stark #Stephen Strange #tw: rape/non-con (non-graphic)#amy writes #promptfill #inbox #Anonymous

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dealersofatlanta · 6 years

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Part 1: Chapter 3 (Pt. 2)

January 4th 2012:

Heiress: age 17

“Stopppp ok in what year did Japan attack the United States?” I asked My boyfriend X. We were studying at his house for the graduation test. He was kissing on me. “Baby we been studying everyday this week, its Friday come on lets watch a movie and chill out” X said. I sighed. “Fine, but we start again tomorrow” I told him. X and I had been together since August of last year. We started off as mutual friends, but we became close after his dad died. I don’t know much about his dad but X said he was an amazing father. He was killed in an attempted robbery he told me. He had been living with his mom before she moved to L.A and he refused to go because of me, so now he lives with his brother named Omari. X and I were different in our enviroment but we had alot of chemistry. Although we lived in Buckhead, my mom worked 2 jobs just for me to attend West Lake, its a private school, but X had said his father left him enough money in his Will, so he paid of my tuition and paid up our rent, bout us bought me a car, and put some money to the side for me to go to medical school, now my mom works from home. “You the smartest girl I know, fuck that test” He said to me kissing my nose. I smiled at him. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked. He shrugged. “I ask myself that everyday” He said. I logged on to my laptop and went on Facebook. “Hard to study when bae wants to be up under u :(“ with X Knight. I posted my status on my page. “So I already paid for our Prom Tickets and I paid for a room” X told me. “A room?” I asked. He smirked. “You said you wanted to lose your V card like they do in the movies, so bet” He said. I laughed at him. “Your so corny nigga” I told him. He rolled his eyes. I heard his front door shut. “Man nah kill any nigga thats trying to fuck with our profit!” I heard Omari say as he walked in. He looked over at me. “Yeah, but Im holla at you later fam” He hung up the phone and slightly smiled. “Business” He simply said. I nodded and waved. I never knew what O did for a living. X said he owned alot of properties. “What yall kids up to?” He asked. “Studying” X said. Omari nodded. “Yeah, I don’t miss highschool, how yall been? All in love and shit” He said smiling. X threw a paper ball at Omari. “Man shut up” He said the boys started play fighting. “Ima let yall finish, X meet me downstairs later in the basement” He said. X nodded. “You want to take a walk?” I asked. He nodded.

“Were do you see yourself in 5 years?” X asked me as we walked around his gated subdivision. X lived in a mansion with 7 bedrooms. They had 5 cars outside, a body guard and security. “I see myself working in a hospital delivering babies, and being with you maybe marriage kids I can’t look that far” I said. X nodded. “I want to own my own restaraunt one day, marry you and have a football team of kids” He said. I gave him a crazy look. “Nigga, I’m only having one kid, im not messing up my coochie for your football team” I told him. He smiled at me. “You might never know” He said. I nodded. “Your right, I might get to marry Drake” O said. He stopped smiling. “Quit playing” He said. “Im dead ass X” I said trying not to smile. “Ima way better looking than that nigga anyways” He pouted. I shrugged. “Long as you believe it thats all that matters” I said. He sucked his teeth in. “Heiress, go back to the house and leave” He said acting like a big kid. “Okay” I said playfully turning around. He grabbed my waist back softly. “Nah girl you aint leaving me” He said kissing on my cheek.

X age 18:

After my dad passed, alot shit changed. My mom moved out and went to L.A. she wanted me to move with her but I wanted to stay with family. She said she check up on me, but I aint heard from her since she left except Christmas. I been spending alot of time with Heriess. My angel, we aint been together long but I know shes the one, shes different from all the girls at West Lake. She not trying to date me cause I got money, she want the best for me, and I want to be the best for her. I think I love her. She knows nothing about my dad and what he actually does, my dad taught me at 10years old how to shoot a gun, and what happens to people who snitch. I saw my dad kill somebody because they snitched to the police. He taught me at 13 how to differeciate the difference between the test of coke and crack. He taught me what every pill, drug, and weed looks like, to know when someones trying to jug you. At 15 he bought me my first trap phone, training me to know when someone is a snitch, how to pay off the police, to keep them quiet. Omari still showing me the ins and outs but I also want to be a Chef. I want to help Ace and Omari building my dads legacy, but I want a normal life as well. If Heiress found out about any of the this, I think it would scare her away.

“So whats the whole point of this show?” I asked Heiress. We was in my room watching Pretty Little Liars on Demand. “It’s a good ass show” She said. I smiled at her. She was always cute when she was serious with something. My phone buzzed...

“I got to go” I told Heiress. She looked up at me as she was laying her head in my lap. “What’s up?” She asked. I sighed. “Remember I told you my dad cheated on my mom and I have a little sister?” I said. She nodded. “Well her mom texted me letting me know shes been acting out again”. She looked at me on confusion. “Why?”. I shrugged. “I don’t know she been like this since I met her, she been leaving school early and shit. I have to find her” I told her getting up. “Well shes 14, she just met her dad in a casket some months ago, this is all new to her. She has a right to lash out. When my parents got divorced I was angry as hell that my dad ran off with some bitch and left me and my mother high and dry. I was mad at her for letting him leave us, she will eventually calm down” She said. I shurgged. “Maybe”. She followed me outside. “I will call you when I get back aight?” I told her. She nodded. I kissed her before we both got in our cars, and went our seperate ways.

Tiana: age 14

“Im not a baby! I don’t need you telling strangers my where abouts!” I yelled at my mom. She shook her head. “You are out of control TiTi, I can’t keep track of you. You are smoking weed now, drinking and sneaking out. You are 14 years old! You are not grown!” My mom Melissa yelled. I rolled my eyes. I heard a knock at the door. My mom walked over and opened the door. It was my brother X. “Hey X, Im sooo happy your here” She hugged him. I sighed loudly. It had been my mom, my grandmother and my moms family for the longest. We stayed on the Eastside of Atlanta. We used to live on BoulderCrest, but when my dad died he gave us money. My mom moved us to the rich side of Decatur. We were Puertorican, but me I was Afro-Latina. My father was black. I always knew about my dad. My mama would tell me he was a very busy man, and then 9 months ago she told me he died. I never met him, never heard his voice nothing. I missed a man I never met so much. “What’s up Ti” X said hugging me. “You good?” X asked. I shrugged. “Can I live with you and O?” I asked him. He smiled and shook his head. “You got a nice little crib here” I groaned. “Yall treat me like a child! Im 14!” i yelled. X lightly grabbed my arm and we went upstairs to my room. “Look I know your angry and hurting, I’m still trying to heal to since Dad died but shit happens, and life goes on. When you turn 18 you can go wherever you want with the money Dad gave you but now, I need you to respect your mama cause shit, atleast she’s still here, to love you and make sure you good or whatever. Man just chill” He said to me. I looked down. “Okay?” He asked. I nodded. “Okay, but Im dead ass leaving here” I told him. He dapped me up and hugged me. “Yeah, and going to college” He said. “Maybe Ima be like Dad” I said. He shook his head. “You see where that got him” X said. “But you doing it?” I said as a matter of fact. “I will eventually because thats what he asked for in his will, he still wants us to go to school you don’t got dreams?” He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, marry Lil- Wayne” I said. He sighed. “Nah like real dreams”. He asked. “I want to be a make up artist” I told him. He nodded. “Aight its settled, you can go to beauty school and if you graduate you can get your half” He said to me. I shook my head. “Nooo! Thats not fair!” I yelled. He shrugged. “I aint letting you burn Dads money he died making for you to blow it all on weed, liquor and buy shit for these niggas, got me fucked up” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Its my money I can do what I want” I said. He nodded. “Fine”

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One Day

Alvarado, K., Bayas, C., Dela Cruz, P., Guinto, M., Medina, K.

CHARACTERS

Damon- Criminal Investigator out to find the murderer of his family

Ace- Best friend of Damon and also his partner

TIME

The story takes place at present time

Place

The story happens at the Philippine city Metro Manila

Meet Damon

Damon was what you would call an average kid, He attended school, Had a best friend named Ace, And he loves his family. But an event that will shape his entire life is going to happen with or without him even noticing it.

Damon's family house

The whole family is having a dinner except for Damon who is out of the house.

knock-knock

DAMON'S FATHER : oh that must be DAMON! I'll go and open it.

door opens

bang

(gunshot was heard)

DAMON'S MOTHER : *screams* what is that!?

DAMON is that you?

(Footsteps getting near the kitchen)

DAMON'S MOTHER AND SIBLINGS: all shocked

DAMON'S MOTHER : wha-

bang

(another 2 gunshots was heard)

The footsteps began to vanish as the gunman exits the doorway. The house went silent like nothing happened.

door opening

DAMON : I'm hom- (shocked) Dad! DAD!! Who did this!!? MOM? MOOOOM!!. Arghhhhh! (screaming while holding the lifeless bodies) NOOOOOOOO!

Three days passed and the funeral of the whole family of DAMON was held at the cemetery

DAMON: *crying * I will find whoever did this to all of you and i promise that I will show no mercy once I found out who did it *making a fist*.

Ace holds the shoulder of DAMON

Ace : Dont worry buddy we will find the bastard who Did this then will make him pay for doing it to uncle and the your family

DAMON: thank you ACE! Thank you!, you're the only one that i got now.

After what happened DAMON and ACE became inseparable. DAMON became more motivated to seek justice for his family, Eventually turning to become a criminal investigator with Ace as his partner. Damon would never forget what Ace had done for him and he was thankful for having such a great friend

~6 years later~

Damon and Ace are now qualified detectives, infact the is one of the best the agency has to offer closing every case they come upon. After proving their worth to the organization, Damon asks his boss if he could choose the case they went on next and the boss agreed. Naturally Damon picked the murder of his family and this shocked the boss

BOSS: You know I cant give you a case that your related to you right?

DAMON (In a begging voice): Please boss its the reason Im even with the police in the first place here to begin with.

BOSS:*sigh* Look Damon your our best investigator so I expected you to know how stupid that demand was

DAMON: Ace is there to to make sure I wont go out of bounds, which I never have by the way

BOSS: “…” *whisper* If I hear so much as a whisper of that I allowed this, Your both fired…

Ill send Ace the file

DAMON: Thank you sir

Leaves office

Damon’s house

DAMON: roams around the kitchen

DAMON: There”s got to be a clue here somewhere clues here such as fingerprints or even guns that are used and more

ACE: looks at Damon

ACE: what time did it happen?

DAMON: continues to look at the file

DAMON: around 8pm, while they were having dinner

ACE: hmm do you know someone who hates or have hatred to your family?

DAMON: I don’t know, everything happened so unpredictable.

Damon sighs and sits at the chair

Ace sits, facing Damon

Damon inspects the photographs of room again and found a bullet

DAMON: look what we got here, it’s a bullet

ACE: looks at Damon what kind of bullet?

DAMON: it’s a 22 LR bullet, most popular type of bullet that can be bought in any caliber markets. Our killer is a rookie

ACE: How’d you say so?

looks at Damon with frustration plastered on his face

DAMON: Since this is the cheapest type of bullet that can be bought anywhere, he must be someone who can’t provide to buy a more expensive bullet.

ACE: silence

DAMON: maybe the killer was closer to our family, maybe he knows my family very well, because like us. But who? My family doesn’t even know a lot of people here.

ACE: Yeah, and people in our neighborhood are few compared to other villages.

DAMON: do you think the killer was closer to our family? But how come? Damon; teary eyed my family has been good to everyone.

ACE: We’ll get to know why once we catch who he is.

ACE: walks towards Damon, pats his shoulder

ACE: We’ll get to know his answers.

DAMON:*a sighs* I’m not surrendering this case, not until I die.

ACE: of course, I’ll help you there

~That Night~

Ace walks home with a worried expression

ACE: Damon cant know who killed his parents, beacuse if that happens what will happen to me….

~6 years ago~

Ace was a special kid, that was the nicest way to describe him. Normally he would just be seen around Damon and that was it it. But in reality the more you look into his character the stranger it gets. Ive only him display one kind of emotion and it was a faint smile he would only show when he was with my son. Needless to say I was pretty cautious of him for quite some time but eventually decided that it was probably just his quirk.

WIFE: (calling from downstairs) Dear can you help arrange the table?

HUSBAND: Don’t worry Im already on my way down

Arranging the table

HUSBAND: Say where is Damon?

Finishing cooking

WIFE: I had him run an errand at Ace’s house

HUSBAND: You know Ace’s parents?

WIFE: Oh didn’t you know ?

HUSBAND: About what exactly?

WIFE: Ace’s parents rarely stay at their house

HUSBAND: Why?

WIFE: Who knows? Not even their neighbors know where his parents runoff to

HUSBAND:I guess that would explain it

WIFE: Explain what exactly?

HUSBAND: The kid always struck me as odd you

WIFE: I don’t know if your just messing with me or your actually being serious

HUSBAND: You don’t think it seems strange that Ace always shows up to pick up Damon and never looks at anyone else? Heck I bet he dosen’t even know our names!

WIFE: Your just being paranoid

HUSBAND: Prob-

knock-knock

DAMON'S FATHER : oh that must be DAMON! I'll go and open it.

~Present Time~

Knock-Knock

MAN: Delivery for mister Damon about some murder case files

DAMON: Thats strange, I Thought boss gave all the files already?

MAN: Well either you or the boss forgot, Just sign here

DAMON: Sure Sure

DAMON: Hmm so somebody already investigated the case when it first popped up

Reading through files

DAMON: It seems he abandoned the case due to some health related problems