#their parents tryna be their friends rather than parents

[growinguparo]

Thinking once again about the intersection of being aro / perpetually single and the Housing Issue. It is without a doubt the biggest issue I face as an aro person, particularly in fucking Canada.

In my province we have rent control on almost all rental units by default. Annual rent increases are capped at 2.5%, and though I have had landlords in the past try to break that law, they back down when you say "that's literally not legal lmao try again".

In my province we also have a type of lease called a group lease, where multiple people sign on as a group. This is the standard type of lease used in properties with more than one bedroom.

If one person wishes to remove themself from a group lease, that terminates the lease for all of the other tenants in the group. Therefore, in order to continue living in the unit they are already in and may have been in for years, the landlord can choose to force the remaining tenants to reapply, and upon signing a "new lease" they can increase the rent by however much they want. Forget 2.5%, they could double rent with no consequences and still get tenants because that's how desperate people are in Canada.

Seeing as that's fucking insane, I talked to multiple lawyers about it the last time this happened to me, and they all said yeah no, if someone wants to be removed from the lease then the landlord can choose to deny a takeover and force a new lease. You can prevent the issues that come with a new lease if everyone remains on the old lease even if they no longer live there, but that is rather precarious for everyone involved and also makes your landlord hate your guts.

Anytime a new lease is signed, landlords can increase by whatever they want, so renovictions are very common (I've been renovicted as well). With all these easy-to-access loopholes, "rent control" is a joke.

It is New Year's Day and I have received yet another email informing me that since one of my roommates decided to leave at the end of the lease period, our lease will be terminating and showings will begin next week. If any one of us wants to stay, we have to reapply at market rates with a replacement person already in the group ready to sign a new lease, or we have to all remain on the old lease.

I left my parents' home in 2016, and since then I have moved 15-17 times, depending what you count as a move, and lived in 12-13 different places. That's due to a bunch of forced circumstances, including co-op placements and illegal evictions, but many of those moves were because the roommates I was living with decided to move on with their lives, and I had no choice but to move as well.

When I tell people I've moved 15 times in 7 years, they are always shocked. I'm like, how have you NOT though? Having had this conversation many times, I start to ponder what makes me vulnerable to this type of exploitation, and what makes my friends able to avoid some of it.

#1. As a low-income disabled person, I am unable to afford "market rates". This means I'm always tryna get units that are below market rate, and those landlords are invariably very interested in removing their tenants to bring their busted-ass units up to market rate.

#2. I am SINGLE bro. No one is planning their life around living with me. Every time a roommate leaves, I get forced out too. I did have a long-term roommate for a couple years who bounced around 4 places with me, but eventually she moved city - as is her right - and I was forced out again.

Couples also have more options when it comes to affordable housing, particularly if they are willing to share a room. Sharing a room cuts your rent in half. It’s pretty rare to see just one person living in a 1bed because it’s just ludicrously expensive, but for couples it’s a decent option. During the searching stage as well, if you already have someone to live with it’s a lot easier to find places than if you also have to find new roommates (this part is especially brutal for me as a trans person). It is certainly still difficult for couples in the market, I know couples who have ended up homeless as well, but being alone makes you more vulnerable.

The housing crisis is a broad issue affecting literally everyone, but single people are one of the groups that is systematically disadvantaged, making it a significant issue for aros imo. It is the combination of being single and low-income that has made me so vulnerable to housing instability.

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[girl-named-matty]

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons by me! Seriously, its very random, a huge jumbled mess.

He’s super cocky. From his teen years and on he’s always been cocky and really competitive. 

Huge ego but willing to admit when he loses.

He’s a very passionate lover without a doubt, like 100%.

He’s also a very dedicated lover. He remembers every single little detail about his significant other; what they like, how they act around certain people, etc… He’s got it all stored in his head and he won’t forget them. 

 Definitely the kinda guy to sneak out in the middle of the night. 

Very protective. Whether you’re his friend, family, lover, someone he’s close to in general, he’s always got your back. 

Very loyal (need I say more?) 

His favorite classes are Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy and Potions without a doubt. 

Spends hours and I mean HOURS in the library or even just reading. When he’s not fooling around, he’s got his nose in a book trying to learn something he doesn’t already know. 

He likes reading romance and fiction. Yeah, sure, he loves the real stuff he can learn but who says you can’t learn a thing or two from romance and fiction??

Has the most random pickup lines. But not an awkward random, like an “incredibly cryptic, takes you a few minutes to understand what he’s tryna say” kinda pick up lines. But surprisingly they work really well. 

Would be a Ravenclaw if not in Slytherin . 

His Amortentia would HAVE to do something with the scent of books, there’s no way it wouldn’t. 

His love for knowledge and reading definitely came from his parents and the fact that they were professors. 

As stated earlier, he remembers a lot, but he tends to remember the smaller things rather than the big things. He’ll remember what time he was reading a certain book and when but he’ll forget he has a test or a paper due the morning of as if he hadn’t been studying for it for the past few days. 

Has the cutest and most creative date ideas. Usually nothing big but it’s so much more worth it since he’s put so much thought into them. 

He definitely wants kids but he wants to make sure he is ready to be a father. He didn’t get to grow up with a good father figure in the most crucial times of his life and so he doesn’t really know how to be a dad but he’ll definitely learn. He wants to be the best dad he can. 

Always losing quills, like ALWAYS. Good thing he has backups otherwise he’d be screwed. 

Sometimes he sneaks into the restricted section purely to piss off Madam Scribner. Like he won’t even go down there to read, he just wants to be a lil crap and annoy her. 

He has school rivalries but he won’t let that get in the way of his personal friendships/relationships with that person. Slytherin and Gryffindor have the biggest rivalry in all of Hogwarts but he still has good friendships with plenty of Gryffindors. 

This man LOVES using analogies. All the time. And then he finds himself rambling on and on after that. But who can blame him when he just has so much to think about? 

Has some of the best grades in school. Even with his detention record and his reputation of being a troublemaker, he’s still dedicated to his education. 

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 of this because I have plenty more!

[thaywrites]

ᯓ★ PALAYE ROYALE PROMPTS, a collection of prompts / lyrics taken from palaye royale’s songs from their album, fever dream— part one.

( mentions of possibly triggering subjects such as violence, self-harm, death, drug abuse, and more. )

✦ ETERNAL LIFE

it feels like the worst days of my life, i still drown in paradise.

i didn’t think i could sink this low.

keep me company ’til the end, does anyone else feel this alone?

my best days are my demise.

i feel pretty when i cry, i’m so ugly when i try.

hallucinations taking off, i’m playing god.

i’m holdin’ out my hands and changing everything i hate about myself.

take me far from me — my worst enemy.

i wanna crawl away into eternal life.

✦ NO LOVE IN LA

livin’ in the moonlight, lookin’ at the hills but the hills don’t shine right.

lookin’ at her nose but the shit don’t blow right.

you can change your face but the pain won’t go away.

addicted to the fame but the fame is momentarily reality.

the creeps are crawling up to the doorways, they’re dying to find out what’s inside.

the creeps are always posting their photos to show off what they’re lacking inside.

on a private jet but you can’t afford your rent.

gettin’ high with fake friends ’cause that’s all you got.

i’m late for my own premiere. maybe i should leave, my dear.

it seems to me that the demons of the city wanna keep me here.

there is no such thing as love in LA.

they’re judging me, i’m judging you. we ain’t got nothing else to do.

✦ PUNCHING BAG.

go ahead and mold me. bought me and then sold me.

i’m smiling upside down.

now i’m all used up, ready for my close up.

am i pretty underground?

i can be your barbie, i can say sorry. i can do whatever you want.

go ahead and slap me if it makes you happy.

use and abuse me till i’m gone.

go on, make my day. go get high on my mistakes.

i wake up, i’m so glad i can be your punching bag.

if you want me, come and take me. because i love the way you hate me.

heaven’s what they sold me, but now i miss the old me before i got stuck in hell.

walking down the street, just a public enemy

this is goodbye, you bled me dry.

this is goodnight, my soul has died.

i gave you my all — you built me up to fall.

✦ BROKEN

i’m trying to be the man that you wanted to see.

cause i’m tired and i’m hurt, and i always try to put you first.

but you say i’m not worth it to you — so why are you worth it to me?

you break my heart cause you’re never home, always with your friends.

i try so hard but you’re just playing games.

i needed you tonight but you got high again.

heartbreaks and mistakes with no change. how did we become this way?

the nights are long and the days won’t end.

no more love between us, let’s not pretend.

✦ FEVER DREAM

don’t look around at all the faces abound.

don’t look behind you cause we are stuck underground.

can you see the words i’m up here tryna preach?

no need to cry, you’ll never find me trying to leave.

cause i see that you’re in pain from your pale and lifeless face.

tell me how it’s fair to put a loved one underground.

follow me into this fever dream — we can be anything and everything we want to be.

✦ LINE IT UP

i’m feeling like a stranger cause i’m stuck here. living like my parents is my worst fear.

they had some kids and got lost in the suburbs, working jobs they hated made them suffer.

crashing in these secondhand motel rooms, driving cross the country ’cause i want to.

i can’t slow down because i’m scared to stand still.

i can’t go home because it feels like hell.

and i’d rather die than live my father’s life and pretend like i’m satisfied.

so line it up for me, steal away my dreams.

cause i don’t need no sleeping when i’m diving off the deep end.

why should i come back to earth when all that’s there is tears and hurt?

diving off the edge feels good, i’m finally not misunderstood.

i’d rather die than ever live my life that way.

✦ TOXIC IN YOU

i can take another hit and overdose ’til you make me sick.

you know i don’t love the shame in my brain when i put you inside my veins.

i can’t take it anymore, will i ever even make it out the door?

all this fucking and fighting that i keep inviting could lead me to my grave.

now i’m self-medicating because i love the pain.

i keep feeling like I’m not enough but i don’t run away from you.

knock me down and twist me up until i’m all fucked up but i don’t run from you.

i guess i’ll asphyxiate — let my heart break straight in two and now i’m turning blue.

don’t know what to do. i just love the toxic in you.

my straight jacket holds me tight and says i’m okay.

locked myself in prison and then i threw away the key.

[huhustuff]

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𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬___𝟖𝐭𝐡𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🍂🧸💫

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Simon remembers his first-ever interactions with you. It was just a usual GTA game with his friends, but this time you were added as well. He did not think much of you at first and just enjoyed your comebacks when the other guys were tryna give you shit for being bad at the game.

The friendship between the two of you has always been mostly chill. When you both started living in the same house it took him a bit to get used to you, but that was inevitable and would be easily conquered with time. 

One of Simon’s favorite things to do with you is to jokingly go after someone else with you. It is known that he is a bit evil. But when it comes to you most people remember your kindness rather than the same mischief you possess as well.

When the both of you start tearing at someone with those goddamn smart remarks there is no escape or a way of defense for the victim. There is always a shock in the person's eyes when you join Simon cause even though you have done it so many times they still find it surprising. And Si finds it extremely amusing. 

The most often victim of the two of you would be JJ. There is a compilation on Youtube titled “Y/N and Simon gangbanging JJ for 16 minutes” that got too many views for that title alone. 

The playful beef between the two of you is nice too. The both of you know each other well enough to be aware of what topics are off-limits and know that the other will not bring them up. It is just pure fun, such a comforting simple joy to have in your life with your dear friend. 

It has also become a habit to gently annoy each other physically. So whilst Simon pinches your sides or tickles you, you flick the back of his head or rough up his hair a bit.

Little poking battles will occur even when you tell him that he should stop this kind of behavior since he is soooo old now. But Simon knows well you do not mean it and pokes you twice for calling him old.  

Simon was glad that you got along with Talia until you and her started teasing him together just like you and he did to others. He was betrayed and needed some time to recover /hj. 

He is very supportive of you. Encouraging your ideas and goals. Congratulating you on your milestones and accomplishments.

The two of you would sometimes go on late-night drives. They had no strong purpose, just to rest your minds from making content and editing. Every so often you would capture him in his driving glasses on camera knowing that it will drive the fangirls crazy.

You also helped him with being a good boyfriend sometimes. He was not doing badly on his own, but you would sometimes give small pieces of advice in aspects where he was a bit clueless. He just needed some assurance as well lol. 

So many cameos in each other’s vlogs. Mostly just fooling around or randomly jumping in the frame.

'Subscribe to Miniminter on youtube.'

'Don't, go leave a dislike instead'

'HEY!'

When you were younger you used him for his age. He got you energy drinks (no alcohol promotion on this blog) and one time he accompanied you to get a piercing which you were oh-so thankful for.

It was a condition that a parent had to be present, but you convinced the person that would do the piercing that any adult would do since you’re parents were far away. Josh and Tobi both said you were too young, but the third time was a charm and Simon agreed.

When they were getting it done Simon held your hand, but also laughed at you on the same time.

Dying his hair some kind of crazy color for a video, only for the color to not exactly fit him. (Atleast the color is even because you applied the dye instead of him-)

You have so many nice memories with the guy. Like the other brother/the brother you never had. 

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Hope you liked these headcanons and that you have a sunny day or night 🌤!!

[mlem2460]

EAHF:

switched at birth au & y it ADDS to the story instead of taking away fr it

1) i get y people dont like the 'apple & raven being switched at birth' reveal undermining their whole stances on the storybook & their destinies cause that WOULD BE redundant & a terrible execution HOWEVER

2) think of the ✨possibilities✨

3) of the absolute ABUNDANCE OF ARCS available to all after the reveal

raven's frustration at everyone FINALLY believing she can be good, but only because they are ONCE AGAIN reducing her to her BIOLOGY rather than her actual character n struggling the keep her stance for choice over destiny & running the risk of rejecting the acceptance that she's been chasing being within her reach for all the wrong reasons, (extra spice for having to face resentment from some rebels for her new storybook happy ever after & no longer being encouraged to have outbursts but expected to have the emotional intelligence of a white after being partially raised by the most deranged queen in history)

apple being left by so many royals (not all tho, be fr) for being 'evil' & not knowing if she should be upset cause yes: they're supposed to friends, but no: they are following their destinies as they should, but yes: if she's supposed to be evil now resentment is good-but in an evil way? cue a jekle&hyde level of seconded guessing & doubt because she was raised to be good & she has strived to be kind everyday of her life but now she has to be evil to follow her destiny & oh this feels horrible, should she apologize to raven for the pressure she placed on her?, but no she's evil now and she shouldn't apologize for anything ever, but she feels horrible, but if she's evil is she supposed to feel horrible?, or should it feel good to do bad?, what does she do??

royals having to decide if they're more committed to being good friends or following their destinies

rebels having to decide if they want their leader to sign for a happy ending most of them dont get, resent her for that same ending, or pressure her into staying a rebel the same way the were pressured to follow their destinies

dexter panicking cause yeah! raven is amazing & everyone should see it, but oh gosh pls dont let daring be her prince that would be too much, but he wasnt supposed to be prince charming either?!?

briar struggling to support her friend (cause obv she not abandoning apple) but not knowing how to help apple in her struggle to try to stick to being a royal as the new evil queen when she herself is a rebel

maddie being 10 toes down for her bestie since day one & accidentally wreaking havoc on royals who cant actually be mad cause that's the mad hatters daughter & trying to make her conform would encourage rebel ideals of going against ones destiny but HOW IS THE TEA ROOM UPSIDE DOWN & THE GOWNS OH FOR THE LOVE O-

royals, sidekicks, henchmen, villagers, etc all across the kingdom now having concerns about children whos traits dont line up with their parents or whatever else

i personally hope grimm has an aneurism

it's easy to say the evil queen switched them for sh*ts n giggles & thats fun for its own reasons BUT what about the infinite possibilities of other culprits??? snow white sees her daughter has dark magic? switched. whoever ravins dad is tryna get back at the evil queen? switched. random bumbling henchman/sidekick doing a lil whoopsie? switched. concerned citizen tries to keep innocent child fr the evil queen & the delirious post-labour evil queen tries to take back her child? switched. jealous ex-lover or bitter sidelined sibling/relative? switched. magic? switched. hotel? trivago switched.

A N D every characters stance, feelings, etc are changed depending on how & y the switch even happened in the first place

In Conclusion:

don't let this au flop because of poor execution

[chainsawcorazon]

homeboy was the definition of 'i'd rather die protecting people than wasting away in a hospital bed, even though i can barely get up, and don't have any friends that care about me without tryna fuck me, and no one wants to be my parent bc i look like im grown even tho im two and a half, and nobody really wants to love me or look after me because of what i have the potential to become, and i was never a kid, have never experienced unconditional love, im not a person, i dont even have a name.'

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Shao Kahn x Earthrealm Child Reader: Friendship?

Warning: Maybe OOC Shao? Plot never plots when it's me writing ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Winds grow intense as the giant green ring of a portal forms for the tyrant. He's grown too impatient to wait another day to capture Earthrealm, he'd do it himself if he really has to. No one can stop him or his rapid ambition.

Darkly chuckling, he walks through the portal, each step he takes heavy enough to make weak foes tremble before him. "Earthrealm, bow to your new emperor!" Shao Kahn calls through the portal to his audience. "Prepare! As I, Shao Kahn, will conquer you all!" He triumphantly raises his hammer, ready for chaos, but when he fully enters enemy territory, something seemed off.

No one was around, making him look rather awkward that he was yelling to himself. The portal closes behind him and he views his surroundings: nothing but dead trees and chilly air. Shao was more expecting of a large city, one similar to when the realms merge before. The tyrant growls at the inconvenience.

A small clap was heard somewhere from above. "That was cool!" Shao became alerted at the voice, looking up to see a small human sitting on one of the leafless trees, resting on a branch.

"You there!" He points his hammer up at you. "Tell me where I am!"

Looking to the side awkwardly and back at him you answered. "The woods...?" You reply nonchalantly with vagueness. How does someone that can summon portals not know where exactly they're teleporting to?

Shao Kahn growls under his breath. "Where's the Sky Temple?"

"I don't know. This town is small and boring." You complain.

Seeing that you're no help, he turns away from you and starts walking off, figuring out where his destination is to perhaps bash the head in of a certain demigod. As for you, you tilt your head before quickly, and carefully, climbing down the tree and running up with him. "Where are we going?"

Shao stopped and look down at you. By the Gods, you were so small compared to him. "We?" He copied your word. You nodded. "I don't need some soft Earthrealm child to follow me on my mission! Besides, you should be fearing me!"

Yet, you remain unfazed as he was yelling down at you, and he looks as if he'd crush you without a second thought. "Well, I don't! I won't misbehave, I promise!" You beg. The town was so boring and there was so much to explore, you wanted to go on his journey.

"Don't you have a bedtime? Begone! I've no time for babysitting. Return to your parents!" Again, you reject his demand. "They have other children they're more worried about! Besides, starting right now, you're my new friend! And I command you to bring me with you!" You playfully command.

The giant man doesn't take you serious, and he has better things to do than lose it with some... seven year old, however long you been brought to existence. "If you perish, it's on you." He continues walking, you following up behind him.

---Massive Time Cut with confusing plot, bc I'm not tryna do a part 2---

Shao Kahn returns to Outworld, to his palace, sighing. Even a big, strong brute like him needs his rest. He may not have conquered Earthrealm like he intended to, but there's progress. And he's fine with that.

The portal closes behind him and he goes back to bossing around his servants, demanding them to do this and that, patronizing them because he can. Now he's thinking about going to seek one of his concubines until something odd pops him out his mind.

"Let go! Y-You ugly jerks!" That voice sounds familiar. He swiftly goes around the corner to examine the fuss, and for the first time ever, his heart drops.

It was you. And you were squirming in the clutches of two Tarkatans. Shao mentally face palms himself, knowing your naivety would definitely get you into a situation like this. He knows he shouldn't care and just let the Tarkatans eat the stupid Earthrealm youngling, but he just can't.

"Stop! Release her!" He stomps forward and demands. The Tarkatans do lower you, but not release you as they looked at their emperor, confused. You were glad he steps in, still trying to get away from the scary looking figures.

"I said release her!" He repeats harshly.

One speaks up. You couldn't understand the words it was saying. Hell, how could it even speak a clear word with that mouth?

"I don't care if she's from Earthrealm! You'll dirty my floor with her insides!" How does he know what they're saying?

"I didn't ask you to take her outside! If you don't unhand her from your hideous hands, I'll cut them off and make them your last meal!"

The two monsters exchanged glances before dropping you and walking off. You got to calm yourself and breathe now.

"Y/n!" Shao says, picking you up to your, checking for any cuts, gladly there aren't any. "What are you doing here?"

"I snuck through the portal behind you." You shivered, yet giving him a thumbs up. "I forgot to give you something I made while we traveled together." You pull out a small, poorly made bracelet, consistent of yellow, red, white, and black, tiny rubber bands.

He holds out a giant, clawed hand so you could drop the item onto his palm. You could tell he was raising an eyebrow under that helmet. "It's a friendship bracelet. I know it's not fancy, made of pretty gems like an emperor should have, which is why I would understand if you like... put it somewhere and never see it again, but," You say that last part with a certain tone, but continue on.

"I just want you to have it since you're my only friend. And I like you." You tell him with a smile.

He dangles your gift from his nails, looking at it softly. You're right, it's not expensive, but he will treasure it. Clutching it in his hand and looking back down at you. "Treason is a crime, Y/n." He warns you half heartedly. "But thanks, little one, you were always a kind, oddly interesting human."

Offering a giant hand, he summons a portal. "I shall accompany you home. Outworld isn't a place for you, unfortunately." You understand he meant well with that, putting your small hand in his larger one, which he very gently takes and walks with you through the portal.

Maybe if he rules Earthrealm, you could explore more of the world with your friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This one is meh, I wanted to write smth that gives Vanellope and Wreck-it Ralph

[cocozydiaries]

more mha dr asks!!!!!!!!!!

do u have any ideas for your hero costume etc.

anyone you're excited to meet??

any sort of idea on what you look like (physical description ig)

YESS MORE ASKS!! love these sm coz i gotta dig through the depths of my mind to answer them.

question when you guys ask me stuff do you like the overly long answers or should i keep it short? coz like the original answers were wayy longer this is literally me tryna keep it short😭 i actually have a problem

Hero costume:

tbh like most things i’m leaving this one for when i shift there but unlike most things it isn’t coz i want my subconscious to decide. Honestly i do not have the sense of style needed to come up with a good hero fit HOWEVER my drself does!!

i definitely want smth either pink or blue. me and uraraka are gonna be twinin🤭!!

i also know that i want smth kinda flowy. i loooove dresses and i mean i feel like smth flowy would just match my water based quirk yk?

i don’t have any inspo but honestly i’m probably not gonna look very hero like😭

anyways might be kinda odd but i looooove magical girl type of outfits sm! and before y’all go “but that’s so impractical for hero work!” not for me it’s isn’t 🙄

i genuinely did script i have a magical girl type of concept tho but still sorta practical to work in😭

Who i’m excited to meet:

i already know ik them in my dr but i cannot wait to meet my dr family! might be kinda cringe but i actually just might like my family??

i scripted in my cr sibling’s because idk🧍‍♀️. tbh i just can’t imagine being anywhere without them😭

i also can’t wait to meet my cat!! My family adopted a ton of pets because rich people but I specifically ended up with a stray cat i found at the pharmacy.

funnily enough that’s actually smth that happened to me here! except my mumsies said i can’t have the cat so instead the pharmacy took her in but i still get to visit her whenever i go there (she’s so lovely i love her sm!) anyways in my dr i ended up getting to adopt her instead. happy ending yippee.

AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE HER SHES LITERALLY MY BBY☹️ i also scripted (for my own mental health) that pets live wayyy longer now by like 10-20 whole more yrs coz i cannot imagine any of my kids dying before me

if you were wondering the total amount of pets we got a cat, dog, snake, and duck. and like random bird feeder thingies my parents added to the garden. the whole food chain ong

ig i’m also excited to meet up with some old childhood friends? Genuinely asking tho would it be weird to meet up with someone you used to be really close friends with but haven’t seen in a few years😭? Me and my drself are both baffed.

AND OCHAKO ML🫶🫶 i’m gonna meet her at UA probably BUT I HOPE I MEET HER BEFORE THAT TBH😭 but trust we’re gonna be besties

i scripted i’m super good at baking coz she mentioned she likes sweet stuff so i’m gonna spoil her with all sweet stuff i make😈 devious plan

Appearance stuff:

since this is a safe space… i feel i should share that i did in fact change my appearance. I don’t have a specific face claim (i wanna be surprised tbh) but mostly i just changed some of my facial features to their best version. looksmaxxingcore unironically i fear💔

i scripted that my face looks pretty and whatnot (in a very like unique way coz ugh she’s so different and quirky and unique🙄) but i still look and feel familiar to myself.

Also idk if you guys have heard that theory but like apparently after spending enough time with someone you start to look like them? Ik that theory generally means like clothes and aesthetic rather than actual facial features but i did script that even tho me and my siblings are adopted we somehow look similar to each other and our parents.

But the biggest change is probably my hair. in a reality where i can have any hair colour and you think i’m not going pink?

anyways i scripted that i have like pink streaks of hair in my otherwise black hair!! gonna match so well with my hero outfit!

smth like this!!

tbh it doesn’t matter coz i do dye my hair often so i’m probably gonna end up with a ton of different hair colours anyways

aside from that my hair is still its lovely curly self! i love my curls and never wanna get rid of them but i did script if i like straighten my hair that it STAYS straight even if i sweat and whatnot. i haaaaate when you get those curly little wisps peeking through coz of that😭

anyways that’s all for now! i love answering asks sm so this was real fun but i also love hearing about ur mha drs SO TAG ME IF YOU POST ABOUT THOSE

[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 10

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Kaoru: So to sum up, everything’s Sakuma-san’s fault.

Rei: Eh~? Yupyup, everything’s lil’ ol’ me’s fault~♪

Rei: My attitude was so bad!?

Koga: Even now I get fooled by the old man shit you do, but your manners 'n attitude are still bad sometimes.

Puttin’ yer feet up on desks, takin’ life easy.

Rei: Ritsu also does that. Isn’t that nice, brothers having the same habits ♪ We’re such good friends ♪ Doesn’t that make for a heartwarming story?

Koga: True. Ricchii sometimes kicks me ‘n goes ‘move out the way’.

Rei: I suppose since we are rather high ranking amongst our relatives, there is no-one to scold us for such rude behaviour.

Koga: Hmph. You're way too soft on him. You’re suppose t’be his older brother yet you can’t even tell him off.

Adonis: Shh. There’s something that seems interesting is about to happen.

Kaoru: After that Deadmanz live the other day, Sakuma-san fled overseas without even saying a word to anyone—

Rei: When work calls. I’d rather focus on doin’ stuff overseas.

Kaoru: That’s all good and all but you left all your devotees here and they started acting out.

Keito: Devotees?

Koga: W-What you lookin’ at me for?

Kaoru: Ahaha. At the live, Sakuma-san brought all of his delinquent friends with him.

Rei: Ah right. Well, that’s just how things go. So, what’s the problem?

Kaoru: The problem is, there seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

They all think they're friends with superstar Sakuma Rei who’s recognised globally.

Rei: Uhuh–

Kaoru: And those who got too invested in the whole thing started calling themselves ‘vampires’. They keep ordering food and leaving without paying, and generally being nuisances.

Saying things like “We’re the disciples of Sakuma Rei, we’re so cool! Let’s not hold back!”

I just wanna know– are you making them do all of this, Sakuma-san?

The ones that call themselves ‘vampires’ say “if you’ve got a complaint, tell it to our boss Sakuma Rei!”

Rei: Are you stupid? What do I gain by makin’ them do shit like that? They’re just morons who’ve got the wrong idea ‘n are doin’ whatever they want.

They’re attention whores tryna ride on my coattails…Haa, this whole thing is weirder than I thought it was.

Kaoru: I thought as much. Those guys are just like vampires; they gather other delinquents and introduce them into the group. It’s pretty obvious.

Based on the size and their vibes, they’re like those groups of hooligans who all wore the same colours.[1]

If people are eating without paying, and hanging around the front of the store acting violently, it’s bad for business. We’re already going through a recession, we don’t need anything else adding to it.

I get it. It’s the whole “it’s your own responsibility” thing, right?

You cause them all to do this, so you should be the one to do something about it, right? Just to be safe, I’ve spoken to some nearby shops and prepared a reward.

By the way. I’m the one telling you this because we go to the same school, but I’d like to think other people around this place agree with me.

Of course, if push comes to shove, I’ll call the police. A lot of the parents of kids that go to Yumenosaki are influential people—

–so I don’t know if the police will actually do anything.

I’d prefer it if you guys could sort it out for me.

Could you ‘exterminate’ those ‘vampires’ for me? ♪

Rei: Ahaha. Might jus’ be a coincidence, but I never thought I’d be out here actin’ like Van Helsing.

Keito: If anything, you’re more like Count Dracula.

Rei: …Welp, I get what you mean. I thought that's how it would go down so I’ve been a bit proactive.

Look. Poor thing, to be left alone like this, but here's the guy behind it all.

Adonis: ...

Keito: That doesn’t make sense. What do you mean it was Otogari?

Rei: This guy’s the boss of the ‘vampires’.

To make a Count Draculua reference, you use a wooden stake to the heart to stop him movin’, ‘n cut his head off t’kill ‘im.

And it’ll be this guy’s head we’ll be cuttin’.

So basically, if we deal with him, everythin’ will be right as rain. Simple, ain’t it ♪

Adonis: ...

[ ☆ ]

he says カラーギャング or ‘color gang’, which were groups of hoodlums whose members all wear clothes in the same colour. Its associated with Ikebukuro in the late 1990s

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

[powwidge]

rant about ochette and temenos and their (negative) parallels

all below the cut for endgame spoilers and everything!!!! just me talking to myself n tryna arrange my thoughts on Temenos, Ochette, and hwo they relate and are in a very contrasting position which is also kind of all in one big messed up parallel. I'm sorry; this has gotten very long! i tried my best keeping it short

okay so we all can agree that starting with Temenos' route is probably the most satisfying since it starts with a fight against Vide, right? yeha so i have some things to say about that in relation to Ochette and the entire theme of the game to begin with

Something clearly links Ochette and Temenos togehter, namely Roi. the implication that the dark entity of Ochette's chapter 1 is Roi si well... more than just clear, I'd argue. and ok listen: this entire thing MAY be me overanalyzing stuff. so u now get the

disclaimer: i am a literature student. i am taught to overanalyze everyhting and it's my RIGTH to! so bear with me. i have very elaborate thoughts on Ochette and Temenos and how they reflect each other in a very contrastign way.

Roi: right with the beginning of Ochette's route and Temenos' chapter 3 (it was his ch3 i beleive, right?) we get Roi and a direct parallel between their stories. the thing is just - Temenos' knew Roi while alive. Ochette knew him while sort of dead and then completely dead. and that remains the single connecting dot/parallel where this is the case. everything else is things being dead for temenos and things being alive for ochette

Ochette has an entire support system which grows as she travels; she has Juvah, her parents implied to be alive in a banter, Akala/Mahina; she gains more friends in Pom, Acta the Smol, Glacis, Tera, that other lady whose name i forgot i'm really sorry, and with her help, even the hateful Cohazeh becomes soft towards them all and the entire village makes friends with the Beasting Village.

now for temenos, we have EVERYTHIGN in contrast. he loses everythign as he travels; first Roi, the pontifex, later on crick (sorry for the mention guys). he loses literally everyone he loves, be it platonic or familial or romantic or whatever; and the enemy to him? the sacred guard? yeah he low key destroys that thing for a while. and while that's still GOOD, i can't beleive it weighs lightly on him especialyl since stormhail is in a rather tense situation with the gaurd and the mei clan as hinted by loads of npcs. everythign good that happens to ochette happens to him, but in the exactly contrasting way.

on to trust: i think i don't need to say much here; ochette is ever-trusting, but learns to actively distrust some peopel on her journey, learning about the lies of people (especially humans), while the exact opposite happens to temenos: temenos learns to trust people. not just the travelers but also crick. the issue? it's at least implied, or u can read into it, that he does trust mindt; and he gets betrayed once more. whereas Ochette, even at the very end, still trusts people. she trusts the hunter trying to kill Glacis regardlessly, she trusts Juvah, she even trusts Lajackal/mahamowl and tries making friends with them. she trusts something that wants to kill her, while temenos nearly gets killed by someone he trusted

flame/belief: i quite like the difference of faith u have in those two; temenos, an inquisitor, who still doubts the flame's existence, who doubts the gods' existence because that's just waht he does - linked to his trust issues once more, obviously. even though he's one meant to have an unshakable belief, yet he's quite the shady guy, and while his intentions may be good, he doesn't always condcut things the correct way. well. looks at his path action. yeah. hmm! okay temmy! go off! on the other side, there's ochette - far away from any kind of institutionally organized religion, and the only traveller directly meeting "the flame", which saves her life, proving its existence once and for all when that's somethign temenos has forever doubted

i don't really WANT to go as far as to say ochette died, but she did NEARLY die. as the only one out of the cast of her story, meanwhile, temenos is the only one ALIVE out of the cast of his story (minor characters like orth aside, same goes for some of Ochette's side characters, btu i'm talking mainly here akjfghkd)

i feel like saying that any character of the 8 travelers is more or less important than the others would be wrong; however, i do believe that if we're talking characters that the story build on, Temenos' and Ochette are high up there. we have parallels inside of the traveller of someone who nearly succumbs to darkness and someone who looks forward to the dawn, no matter what. temenos' route starting with Vide, in my opinion, is a great hint at him being sth akin to a "main character", story-telling wise - i like to personally make a distinction between main cahracters and protagonists. e.g. in OT1, the travelers are the protags, while graham (and perhaps kit, too) is the main character, who the story actively centers around.

While Temenos' is the embodiment of shadow, esp with his closer relationship to Throné in the crossed paths, one who was originally meant to be a vessel for Vide and who def had one of the most tragic stories, Ochette is the embodiment of the flame, always looking forward despite any grievances she might have - again, related to castti in her crossed paths.

you get a character who, if he wasn't picked up by the pontifex, by roi, and crick, might have been part of the moonshade order otherwise - and a character who is so determinedly looking forward to the dawn that she would have never considered it.

my conclusion? I love temmy and ochette a ot and i cannot keep anythign i say short. anyways there's no conclsion these are just rants. if u read that then uh, congrats! u have witnessed my insanity! :)

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 3

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

Love a little hint of backstory

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2865

Part 1 Part 2

“Is this something we are meant to do?” “Fuck it.

Alyia Pov:

The teacher kept droning on and on about any side topic that got brought up into conversation. While this was nothing new, I was starting to understand why Matt often fell asleep in this class. I may be skilled in this class yet all I ever wanted to do was leave or follow Matt’s actions. I had honestly tuned out her monotone voice at this point and had just tried to focus on the taps on my pen onto the recently replaced, marbled desks. I had begun to learn a new guitar riff but my timings were off each time. I used any spare pen from my pencil case and one of my headphones, concealed by my hair, to practice any chance I get. I just wish I learnt things a little faster than this.

I quickly mess up again on the rhythm of my taps and I sigh and push my pen away from me, watching it roll for a few seconds down the pages of my notebook before resting at the bottom. The palms of my hands rub against my eyes and drag themselves down my face, the friction waking my skin up enough to focus back onto the lecture. I pull the headphone out my ear and place it into my case, not concerned enough about the noise I make while doing so.

My head tilts back and I slouch into my seat, letting my body relax in its tired state. However, the teacher’s words grab my attention, when I suddenly hear the word ‘project’.

“Over the next month you all will be preparing for a presentation about several exams questions on what we have been studying since the start of the year. This is a vital project as it will take up 30% of your grade once presented. You will be studying each scene and its contents and finally will answer an exam question that will differ between each group.”

The whole class groans at this news and immediately start to complain in quiet mutters and whispers.

“Now, now. Since this is a big project, I will allow you to choose who you present this with, however I want this to be done in pairs.”

Students immediately turn to their friends and people next to them to discuss who they were going to work with. Some bickering has fallen among larger friend groups and I tried my best to tune them out as best as I could.

I remain still in my seat; this was one of the only classes I had without Jenny next to me and it wasn’t like I knew anyone enough in the class to form a whole project with.

I suddenly feel a patterned vibration from my pocket so I slide it out from my jacket and scan the screen. I saw Matt’s contact name at the top and I click on it hesitantly, confused by why he messaged me in class.

Matt🥁:

‘You wanna do this with me or nah?’

Alyia🎸:

‘You aren’t working with Chris?’

Matt🥁:

‘No, he is working with our friend Nate, he practically insisted that I ask you.’

Alyia🎸:

‘Uh-huh, I mean I’m down to work with you, I don’t exactly know anyone else in this class enough to even attempt to ask.’

Matt🥁:

‘Isn’t it a good thing you have me.’

Alyia🎸:

‘You keep telling yourself that matt.’

Matt🥁:

‘So how you wanna do this then?’

Alyia🎸:

‘What do you mean by that?’

Matt🥁:

‘Like you tryna go to my place or yours? I’m fine for either.’

Alyia🎸:

‘My place is chill, got plenty of space n shit.’

Matt🥁:

‘Perfect, send me the address and time, I’ll be there.’

-

My house was typically quite clean, a lack of people in the house was a helpful factor to it. However, recently I’ve found myself focused on other things rather than my average solitude. I wasn’t complaining by that, finally having company around was refreshing to me. Speaking of which, I was expecting Matt to arrive within the next half hour and I was getting more nervous by the minute. I’m never this nervous.

I kept recleaning areas repeatedly and it was starting to show with the irritation on my hands from the harsh chemicals. The constant picking on the skin surrounding my fingers wasn’t helping that situation much. I eventually retired to the sofa trying to get comfortable physically and mentally. My phone pings up with a message and I pick it up faster than I’d like to admit.

Matt🥁:

‘I’m just about to leave so I’ll be there in 10 minutes? Is that alright?’

I tap the screen repeatedly, going back and forth between responses several times before finally sending it.

Alyia🎸:

‘Yeah of course, see you’

Ten minutes. I slip my tongue between my lips before pursing my lips. I debate for a bit before standing up from the sofa and grabbing my backpack from downstairs and taking it to my room. I watch it slowly tilt on its side and falling quietly onto the carpet, only taking my eyes off it to get some food from the kitchen. Collections of random snacks and confectionary are stacked on my kitchen side alongside a few drinks, mostly consisting of sodas from my fridge. The longer the drinks sit on the side, the more the condensation builds up around the can.

Ding.

My doorbell rings and I immediately swallow hard as I walk towards the door, hesitating before opening it. I was greeted by Matt who was wearing a grey and orange ransom hoodie paired with worn black jeans and his horse chain that hangs loosely around his neck. His white air forces weren’t as white as they once were and seem comfortably worn in, evident by creases and cracks in the leather. A belt from the same company as his hoodie wraps around his waist nicely. I make a quick scan of his full outfit before properly opening the door and allowing him to enter.

“Hey sorry I’m a little late, Nick practically begged me to drive him to Taco Bell” He rubs the back of his neck as he starts to walk inside.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you’re actually on time.” I stand back from the door, now leaning against the wall allowing him more space to walk through.

“Really?” He leans the side of his body to the wall to balance himself when he begins to un-tie his shoelaces unsteadily.

“Mhm” I merely hum back a response, now walking past him to the open-planned kitchen. “Do you want a drink or snack…Or anything?”

I see his head lift up and face my direction when he puts his foot back onto the ground. He gives me a confused look before moving his shoes to the side of the entry way.

“Damn…” he mumbles, now approaching the side of snacks and drinks that are displayed neatly.

“I didn’t exactly know what you wanted or how much or… Well, I just didn’t know so I grabbed common shit from the stores and then raided my house. So, take it or leave it.” My words trail off and my voice dims in volume. Once I finished my sentence, I grabbed a can of Pepsi and opened it which filled the silence for a bit.

Matt’s hand trails and scans the items before picking up a small bottle of iced tea and a chocolate bar. He holds them for a bit before looking at me, almost for conformation. A weak smile spreads across my face before I nod at him.

“C’mon, let’s go up to my room and start this stupid project”

-

It had been over an hour and while I wish that I could say that this project was going well, it wasn’t. Matt and I had both read the essay questions over and over again and flicked between our book pages so much I had started to get paper cuts on top of other paper cuts. It was mostly my book that we went through, simply because Matt was asleep for half the lessons we needed and his hand writing was written in a way I wasn’t planning on deciphering through just yet. Next to us are multiple cans of sodas and drinks amongst the wrapper of crisps. My carpet is covered in sheets of paper aligned to try and help our organisation. While my room isn’t the smallest, the amount of paper challenged that idea almost immediately. The only room we had was the small spots we chose to sit in when we first started, only moving to get more food.

“Fuck, I’m stuck on the second question and I can’t seem to find much on the mind maps” Matt holds a few sheets in front of him; once his words get my attention, I realise that they are the mind maps I made a few lessons ago on different themes. He lets out an exasperated sigh and drops the papers from his hands and onto other sheets below.

“I haven’t got anything major for the third essay, a few weak links but nothing strong enough for a full paragraph.” I tap one of my pens against my lip and the sides of my face, occasionally pausing to focus on certain words. I scan the sheets that are sprawled across the floor, using my fingers to underline the sentences as I read them. Matt falls to silence next to me, watching my movements and following along with the words as quick as he can. I flip the pages over and over in a hope that something reveals itself to me but it only causes a headache to progress. I glance over to Matt who is shifting papers together and subsiding them into a pile to move in closer, now being sat beside me. My attention however tries to focus back onto the papers, my eyes relocating the section I was reading last.

“Wait, wait… go back to that last page a second?” Matt chimes from beside me and I simply respond by flipping the last page to the beginning and handing it to him.

“Hm? What’s up” I try to question him but he moves back to where he sat a few minutes prior and grabbing a few sheets of paper.

“Look. In the beginning of scene 3, could you use that for the second part of the question, the part about the context” I tilt my head in response, also now reading the papers he gathered.

“Here…” He calms his voice and leans past my shoulder to point at words from my annotated sheets that I previously circled. “I found something you could use earlier” He passes me another sheet of paper and points to another section filled with similar annotations.

“Oh... yeah, I totally could…” My voice trails off as I start to read the points, I wrote down on the paper previously. “Thanks Matt.”

“Yeah, of course…no problem.” He offers me a small smile before taking a seat back next to me watching me write a basic plan down based on the points Matt pointed out to me.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?” I write the final few words and lean back to face Matt.

“You sure? What about your parents, won’t they be home soon or something?” his posture changed from the slouched position to a much more upright one but he droops his arm over his legs.

“Uh…no. They are actually on a business trip at the moment, they won’t be home for a week.” I practically mumble those words, trying to act as casual as I can, grabbing my phone to check the time.

“Really? For that long?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it though, I just hang out with some of my friends, like Jenny so it’s fine I guess.” I break our eye contact and start to stand up, brushing myself off once I do.

“Is it fun?” He looks up at me, his position remaining the same.

“Fun?”

“Yeah, like being alone, I’m sure you get to basically do whatever, no curfew and can hang out with your friends, whenever” Matt follows suit and stands up, being next to me once again.

“Yeah…sure so fun.” I shuffle my feet on the floor “So, movie?”

“Yeah…Movie.” He sees my change in my expression and changes the topic quickly. “Any genre or?”

 “I like too many movies to decide like that off the fly. Want to see what’s on Netflix? I can order in a pizza since it’s getting late if you would like”

“Are you sure, I can happily eat at home if it’s easier” Matt’s palm rubs against the back of his neck before brushing through his hair. His tone is softer than the one I’m used to.

“You like pepperoni?” I just tap on my phone, ignoring his comments. I glance up at him for confirmation and I receive a weak nod back.

-

We ended up picking ’10 things I hate about you’

It wasn’t the film I initially wanted to see since I had seen it before but I saw Matt’s smile when it popped on the screen for ‘popular on Netflix’ and how could I blame him. It’s a masterpiece of a film so I wasn’t complaining over the choice, I did regret, however, mentioning that I had seen it before. He was pointing out important parts and a few lines I’d ‘have to remember’ for 15 minutes until I said it. After that it was pure silence and it killed me. I’m not a fan of people talking in movies but I wanted it this time. I wanted him to speak to me or do anything other than just glare at the screen. The pizza had already arrived at this point and I had nothing much to mention at this section of the film. Matt was a person that I felt comfortable being around especially for extended amounts of time, this was one of the only times that I have seen him outside of the music room and we weren’t talking about what songs to practice next. I didn’t want him to only see me as a tool to get better at his instrument.

I wanted him to like me for me.

Since I started hanging out with him, I saw his friends who would stop by and it made me feel more alone than it should’ve done. I only really had Jenny and while she is my best friend, she had what I lacked. People. I slowly began to realise I lack in relationships with other people. My parents own isolation from me spread to my everyday life and all I really wanted was for that to change.

He saw me take glances in his direction and he looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Hey? You okay or something” He takes his attention off the film for the first time since it started.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me” I quickly change the focus of the conversation.

‘Get it together’

“I mean a little but I don’t mind, you alright?” He grabs the remote for the television and scans for the pause button on it and immediately puts his gaze back on me.

“Just gonna open a window back here” I push myself from the sofa and walk towards a window behind a beige curtain. Once I push the handle and feel a breeze of fresh air, its like my mindset changes immediately.

‘Maybe it was just anxiety or something’

I deeply inhale the cold air which brushes past my body and gives me goosebumps and taints my skin. I use the heat of my palm to soothe my skin before turning back towards Matt.

“Is the film good then?” I try and warm my expressions towards Matt and so I try and offer a smile hoping it doesn’t come across as sarcasm.

“I know you saw my smile when it came up before, you know I like this film” he lets out a breathy laugh as he wipes the side of his face in a mini attempt to hide his smile.

“True, can’t blame someone for liking a classic film, can I” I take my place back onto the sofa with the ends of my legs tucked into the edge of a blanket.

-

The film ends and I barely notice until I get a nudge from Matt on my shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Hey…the film just ended, are you tired?” I fully open my eyes to look at him as he is now stood in front of me.

“Nah I’m all good” I sit up properly and scan my surroundings, noticing his backpack as moved and things are rearranged. “You gonna head off then?”

“Yup, I better go before Nick and Chris start to interrogate me”

A short silence falls between us as I keep looking up at him.

“This was fun, other than the agonising school essays” He reaches for his backpack that he placed beside him and slings it over his shoulder.

“Agreed, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“You bet.”

@yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @melliflws @axolotllover225

[liv-333]

Converse and Doc Martens

converse and doc martens a wolfstar fic :) warnings: swearing, no way am I about to write canon marauders that shit's way too depressing pretend Tom Riddle doesn't exist or smth <3

YEAR 1 November 19th 1971 Sirius had worn black ankle boots for as long as he could remember. They were verryyy basic but expensive ( he assumed so anyway) and every male in the Black family owned at least 1 pair. The weird thing was Sirius had never remembered buying them or having them bought for him so he had come to the conclusion that Kreacher must've brought them or rather been told to buy them. The other weird thing was that Sirius had never even taken notice of said shoes. not until he came to Hogwarts anyway and he quickly came to the conclusion that he needed new shoes. sure the black family staple was fine for lessons but not really any other time but Sirius figured that it wasn't thaattt big a deal as he never needed to be wearing cool shoes. He just wanted to fit in with his friends.

YEAR 2 September 1st 1972 Sirius desperately needed new shoes, his were wayyy to old fashioned. James had come to school this year with a flashy new pair of red Converse and Sirius was jealous to say the least. Peter had his usual blue Nikes' on and Remus wore a pair of brown Converse and was convinced James was trying to copy him. "I'm not tryna copy you mate" James sighed " no, no the damage is done now" Remus said, trying to act offended but failing miserably " it's not like they're even the same colour" peter added, trying to shed light on the situation " It doesn't matter Pete, they're the same shoe so they might as bloody well be the same colour" " Moony stop being so dramatic, it's just a pair of shoes" Sirius complained, he had more important things to be worrying about than if James was copying Remus' shoe choice (like his brothers house even though he already knew Regulus was doomed to be in Slytherin) " Well that's hypocritical coming from you, mister 'I hate my shoes, it's borderline child abuse that Walpurga and Orion make me wear these dreadful things'." Remus dropped his thick Welsh accent, switching it for a posher more west London one, earning a snicker from Peter, a quiet laugh from James (even though he was trying his very best not to) and an eye roll from Sirius. "Well you'd be complaining about them too, look at them" Sirius whined like a dog (pun intended) "now you've got him stared agai- OW SIRIUS THAT HURT" James yelped "SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU'RE MEANT TO BE MY MATE" "WELL I WON'T BE IF YOU KEEP THROWING SHIT AT ME" And with that the marauders' compartment on the train exploded into a fit of laughter.

YEAR 3 Christmas day 1973 James, Sirius and Remus had arrived at the potters around mid-day. There were 2 full moons in December that year within a 2 week time-frame meaning that Christmas eve was ruined for Remus but he was excited to spend Christmas day with the potters. Fleamont picked the boys up at 11 am on christmas morning "where's mum?" "I am wounded Mr James Fleamont Potter, your poor, old father goes to the effort to pick you up and this is what I get in return" Fleamont spoke in a sarcastic but loving tone complete with ruffling James' hair. "James you're so disrespectful, you should respect your parents" Sirius said with a shit eating grin on his face. "You're one to talk Sirius you're only trying to be a kiss ass to Mr & Mrs Potter. Remus (correctly) stated. " I am not, i'm always this - "annoying?" James suggested. "Irritating" Remus added. a faint "dickheads" could be heard coming from Sirius under his breath. "I was going to say-" Sirius continued. "Boys, boys, enough with the banter I want to open presents; Mia made me wait for you lot. And I hardly think she'd be happy if her Christmas dinner went cold.

Hours later, when everyone was full, tired and slightly drunk (unbeknownst to Euphimia) it was finally time to open presents. James was thrilled with his new broom and a second pair of converse and he was impatiently drumming his fingers on the handle of the broom waiting for everyone else to open their presents. He was also ever so slightly pissed off at Sirius and Remus for the comment they made about Lily finally thinking he was cool. Remus was over the moon (no pun intended, sorry) with his set of clothbound classic muggle literature and a David Bowie vinyl. And Sirius, oh Sirius, Sirius could not fathom words into how excited and greatful he was for his gift. A pair of classic, black doc martens. He had to refrain from screaming "fuck yes" and running into Fleamont and Euphimia and hugging them. "do you like them dear?" Euphimia asked, slightly concerned at Sirius' reaction especially as James had promised her that Sirius would love them. "LIKE THEM I LOVE 'EM THANK YOU SO MUCH" "can we go outside now?" James asked impatiently Euphimia sighed and almost reluctantly said "yes" And a myriad of excited and happy "thank you's'" could be heard. James was taking his new broom for a spin and Sirius and Remus were sat next to each other on the damp grass in the Potters' back garden. Sirius was looking down at his new 'Docs'' admirably and Remus was reading 'The picture of Dorian Grey' out loud. Sirius was listening, trying to ignore the tightening feeling in his chest that must've been from the firewhiskey or excitement from the day (nothing else especially not the boy next to him) and with that Christmas day 1973 came to a close.

SUMMER HOLIDAYS August 10th 1974 Sirius loved his doc martens. He had since when he got them, his parents, however didn't. Walpurga and Orion had threatened to Burn the shoes the moment he walked through the door with them on at the start of the summer holidays, but if wearing the shoes angered his parents he would keep wearing them. Sirius thought the shoes made him look badass, (Regulus did too, but him and his brother weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment.) He thought about how perfectly his shoes contrasted with James' and how Remus once said he looked "fit" in them and how "all the girls must be mental about him" when he wears them, even professor Mcgonagall, who deemed them 'inappropriate' for school said that they suited him. My god Sirius was looking forward to school, he wanted to see James and Peter and Lily turning down James in the most girlboss ways and Marlene with all her new piercings she acquired over the summer and Mary who he fancied. Sirius really liked Mary, he thought she was really cool, and a total sweetheart. He was looking forward to seeing Remus too, but something felt off about him, or maybe it was Sirius who was off. Either way Sirius couldn't explain it, but the way he felt about Moony just felt different,the way he loved Moony felt different to the way he loved James and Peter and he couldn't explain why.

YEAR 4 Febuary 19 1975 Remus was well and truly fucked. He accidently just ruined Sirius' most prized possesion, he just soaked Sirius' Doc martens while trying to learn a stupid spell. Sirius was going to kill him, he was a dead man walking, Sirius was going to get out his wand and Avada kedav- "Remus what the fuck are you doing?" Sirius asked in a shocked tone. "I'm so so so so sorry Sirius it was an accident I swear I'll ask my mam to buy you a new pair-" "We're wizards Moony, we can fix it." Sirius said laying a comforting hand on top of Remus' to assure him that his shoes weren't ruined. Remus froze, the second his and sirius' skin touched he felt sparks fly "Rwy'n dy garu di." Remus mumbled "What?" Sirius laughed, "did you just speak welsh to me?" "Oh yeah, That means sorry." Remus bluffed, he scratched the back of his neck. "It's alright, look." Sirius waved his wand and the water off his shoes dried immediately, they looked brand new once more. "You could stab me on purpose and i'd still forgive you moons." "Moons?" "Oh sorry, I don't know why I did that, just slipped out I guess." Sirius explained, "Well if you don't like Moons i'll just keep calling you Remu" he teased. "Shove off Sirius." "Jokes, jokes, Love you" Sirius said this platonically, platonically with a capital P, but how he wished he could say it the way he really meant it. "Hate you too" Remus, unbeknownst to Sirius had already said 'I love you' and both boys knew what 'hate you too' meant, they weren't that oblivious.

YEAR 5 January 8th 1976 "Shit! Fuck!" Remus yelled, he was still in physical pain from the night before, but kicking his and his friends' belongings was a good way to ignore that and an even better way to ignore the burning whole in his heart, why was he so stupid!? why did he think Sirius actually cared for him the way he cared for Sirius? A million questions were in his head - mostly him blaming himself for almost killing Severus Snape, a greasy black haired boy in slytherin who he and his friends had been rivals with since they started Hogwarts. Even though Remus hated Sirius right now, he didn't really hate him, Remus didn't have it in him to hate Sirius, even if Sirius did just put so many people in danger. Remus would never admit it but he knew deep down he would come back around with time; lots of time. While in the middle of Remus' (justified) trashing the dorm session he saw Sirius' doc martens in the mess and he couldn't quite bring himself to kick them to the side or throw them somewhere, so he left them.

When James and Peter returned hours later they weren't shocked to see that their room was a tip, what they were shocked to see was Sirius' doc martens in the same place as they were before, the only difference being that now Moony's brown converse were nowhere to be seen, neither was Moony. The two boys could've used the map to find their friend(s) but chose not to, knowing Remus needed time to debrief and wallow, and everyone needed time to forgive Sirius.

YEAR 6 September 23rd 1976 Remus and Sirius had not spoken since January 8th, Remus had almost forgiven him, although he had the feeling that he'd never be able to forgive him fully. Sirius missed Remus, he felt awful for the prank, he just wanted his friend back, that's all he wanted. And while he knew he didn't deserve Remus' forgiveness, he wanted it, he so selfishly wanted it, everyone else had forgiven him, the maruaders and valkirie's we're all friends again, even Remus was happy to be with James and Peter, but Remus couldn't ignore the sutble longing looks in Sirius' eyes when they hung out as a four, and to be quite frank Remus didn't want to. The group was out on the field, celebrating the new year at Hogwarts with ciders and Gin, even though Remus was happy to be back he couldn't help feel that something was missing, and to his dismay he knew just who this something was. "Hi." Smiled Sirius weakly "Hi" Remus replied, sounding slightly exaspherated "I've really missed you Moons." "I know, I do too, but you could've - I could've" Remus chokes out "I know, I know and I am so so sorry and I know Sorry isn't enough but-" Remus kisses him. Remus Lupin just kissed him, The Remus John Lupin in all his beautiful glory kissed Sirius. "What was that for?" Sirius asked, sounding rather freaked out, but not negatively impacted by the kiss "Needed to shut you up" Remus chuckles, then bumping him with his shoulders. The pair then marinate in their silence, evaluating the situation, both of them feeling glad Remus kissed Sirius but the boys thinking it was just a friend thing, wishing the other would come to his senses. "I knew you'd come back" Sirius whispers "I'm still pissed off but I love you too much to not forgive you" Remus replies, in the same hushed tone. In an attempt to lighten the mood Sirius gently kicks Remus' new? Converse with his same old black doc Martens "Oi" Remus says softly "They're new?" Sirius questions. "My brown ones were threadbare mate" Remus chuckles "I like the blue ones, they uh, they-" "You prefer the brown ones" Remus states "I prefer the brown ones" Sirius confirms both boys start chuckling and the rest of the group feel a sort of pride and happiness for both boys.

YEAR 7 May 31st 1977 In the gryffindor boys dorms, during a quidditch match, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are in the middle of an intense, sweaty makeout session, it's sensual, loving and cautious. Sirius traces Remus' collarbone as Remus plants sloppy kisses on his neck, hoping to leave a mark "My moonage daydream" Sirius says softly, hugging Remus "Hey Pads?" "Yes Moonykins?" "I love you" "I love you too" That's when they realise they may have fucked up, they hear James and the rest of Gyffindor loudly celebrating the gryffindor win against Ravenclaw. Both boys mutter a string of curse words as they desperately try to move away from each other, however this attempt is futile as both boys end up tripping over their shoes, they start laughing and then hear James walk in "WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH IS HAPPENING HERE!?" He exclaims loudly, causing both boys to erupt into a fit of laughter.

years pass with nothing incredibly eventful happening, James and Lily get married and have their son, Harry, before both realising that maybe they rushed into things, causing James to date Regulus, (much to Sirius' disapproval, when telling him James really wished he wasn't in the room) and Lily starts dating her friend Mary. Peter starts dating Sybil Trewlaney, the pair are practically perfect for each other. Remus and Sirius move in together, they live in a secluded cottage in the woods, spending their full moons in the nearby forest and their mornings in bed, tangled in the sheets, delicate touches telling the other, "I'm still here". Sirius doesn't work, he claims it's "Not right for him to have to get his hands messy" However Remus does, Remus teaches Defence against the Dark arts at hogwarts, (When Harry found out his uncle Moony would be teaching him he was thrilled)

14 years later, Remus walks through his and Sirius' front door, hanging his long coat up and haphazardly throwing the shoes that he thought resembled the ones Sirius used to wear during their first few years of Hogwarts on the ground somewhere - where was a problem for tomorrow. "Is that my Moonage Daydream?" Sirius teasingly coo's "Shut up Pads." Remus tries to repress a smile at the nickname he pretended to hate, it's a good thing Sirius wasn't in the room otherwise he'd never hear the end of it. "What room you in?" Remus calls out, his Welsh accent coming through slightly, it always did when he was tired. Sirius grinned at hearing his love's welsh accent, it was one of the plethora of things Sirius loved about his Moony "Our room Sweets" Sirius softly replied. Remus mumbles in a sort of "Coming now way", as he groggily drags himself up the stairs, needing nothing more than to lie in his lovers arms, as he walks up the narrow staircase, ducking slightly at the stairway entrance (Remus' height always made it particularly annoying to fit through old buildings, Damn those short people from the 19th century). But as he walked up the stairs he was greeted with his second favourite sight (After Sirius of course), his tatty brown converse and Sirius' pristine doc martens. 

[ltbarnes]

Resurrection Chapter 2

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: violence, fire, mentions of trauma, Steve being a supportive and very concerned friend

A/N: things are starting to happen 👀 next chapter is going to be bigger though!!

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"Hydra did."

That five-letter-word has been echoing in Bucky's mind for three fucking days. He thought they were gone, pulverized to dust when they rescued him two years ago. Hydra was only a naive group of greedy businessmen looking for a way to make more money—sure, they managed to keep him imprisoned for almost a year, but from what he's heard about them they most likely watched The Godfather a few too many times and got excited.

It bothers him more than he lets on, the loss of memories from that year. Sometimes he has nightmares about it, he thinks. Flashes of needles and the stench of rusty blood, pale lighting and sinister words in Russian, pain so prominent that he nearly shatters his own teeth. Bucky wishes he knew more, if only to gain control back over himself. He feels like he hasn't really been his own person ever since.

For as long as he can remember, the Starks and the Odinsons have battled for the reigns of the city through constant back-and-forth sabotage and fraud. Overpowering one another by being smarter, more heinous and sinister. But there was never much bloodshed involved. It was always about the game for them. Bucky used to believe that Tony and Thor might have been doing this for fun. But there have been some strains over the years and the tension has grown exponentially—a war is brewing and he's not sure anyone can stop it.

But why in the goddamn hell would Hydra order someone to give Stark-intel to the Odinsons and not themselves? It's been bugging everyone in the Stark mob for days now. More people have been killed during these days by them than for the last six months. No matter who they ask they can't get any information on Hydra—it seems like that man who confessed is the only one willing to talk.

"Don't tell me things like that, Buck," Steve says through a gulp, nearly whispering while leaning closer.

Bucky lets a huff escape his lips. Steve has this constant fear that he will be killed by Bucky's superiors if they find out what he knows. While that would never happen, there is always a chance the Odinsons can figure out his importance to Bucky.

"No one is gonna lay a damn finger on you, you know that," Bucky says, leaning back onto his chair. "Hydra is nothing. They're just tryna' appear bigger and badder than they are."

"Well, what if they..." Steve lowers his voice once more while glancing around the café. "They could still be dangerous. Look at what they did to you, Buck."

A short, tense silence is exchanged between them. The kidnapping is a sore subject—Bucky was thought to be dead after all, and that took a goddamn toll on his best friend.

"I'm fine, Steve. Nothing is gonna happen, except maybe roughing them up if we ever can find wherever the fuck they are," he says.

Steve sighs, closing his eyes for a second before shaking his head. "You're gonna get yourself killed someday."

"Well, you better be the one writing my eulogy then."

They don't get times like these much anymore. Steve and Bucky rarely sit down together, talking through what has happened in their lives for more than 10 minutes at a time. But they've been sitting in this goddamn café for two hours now, and neither of them want to leave anytime soon. Things have been a little bit back and forth when it comes to their friendship the last few years—Bucky's lifestyle doesn't exactly mesh well with a righteous firefighter Captain. But today Steve feels like home and those days are usually good ones.

Mostly Bucky is teasing Steve about the group of teenage girls giggling each time the blonde glances over his shoulder. Somehow the punk still hasn't realized how much of a hunk he's become—watching him entirely unknowing of the attention he gains from people is balancing on the border of comical and painful. Then the conversation shifts back to Bucky's well-being and if he ever thinks about leaving the criminal life and Bucky tells him for the hundredth time that leaving is not really something you do and he doesn't really want to. That's his family right there.

He couldn't ever leave them to fend for themselves. Yelena and Nat and T'Challa and Sam and Pietro and Wanda and everyone who have nestled theirselves into his stone cold heart. Wouldn't ever say it out loud, but he loves them. And he loves the pain, the distractions. Everything was taken from him, but he gained some things too. The violence is necessary at this point, to make up for the soft feelings blossoming in his chest when his family laugh together and share inside jokes and do things for each other. Even though they kill and maim and steal, there's still warmth.

Steve doesn't really understand that if they could do anything else, they would. No one wakes up one morning and chooses to involve themselves in a web of crime and sins like this. But everyone is too far gone now. You can't live a normal life when hundreds of people want to kill you. Natasha never wished for her little sister to grow up as an assassin, and Pietro never wanted to see his twin kill somebody without a trace of remorse. Now that Bucky knows them he wishes nobody had to lay a finger on someone else again.

"The day is coming up soon," Steve says, glancing out of the window with a gulp. "Have you thought about what you wanna do this year?"

Bucky is stunned into silence. If he's honest, he has tried to avoid thinking about the anniversary of his family's death as much as possible. With each year it just gets harder. Whoever told him that it gets better with time was lying, because why does his heart clench more painfully with each year you don't get to live?

"I don't know. Maybe...no, it's dumb."

He shakes his head to himself, leaning back against the seat. Last year he and Steve went to Coney Island and bought ice cream, sitting on the same bench overlooking the water for five hours. His ma loved going there during the summer. They talked about old memories, what little he can still remember about the two of you.

"No, tell me," Steve says, leaning forward over the table. "It's not going to be dumb, Buck."

"Maybe we could go to that restaurant, with the 40's clothes and all that," he mumbles, eyes downcast onto the crumbles on his plate. "Y/n always said she wanted to work there when she was grown up. Had to be 19 to work there and...she would be that age now and all that."

Steve gives him a small smile. "That sounds great, Buck."

Driving on the dark roads towards the Stark mansion feels empty. Meaningless. For two hours today he had a sense of normalcy with Steve. As if they were two old buddies catching up after work, reminiscing about their teenage years and planning for the next meet up. While all that is true, the scene is marred by Bucky's past and present, and the future equally grim and bloody.

Bucky is stressed. The resurgence of Hydra has lead to sleepless nights and constant heart palpitations that leave him unreachable for minutes in the middle of conversations. He tells everyone they are harmless but he can't quite convince himself about that.

The entirety of the inner circle is gathered in the old library of Stark's house. Mahogany shelves line the walls of first edition books and hidden weapon cabinets, framing the large desk in front of Tony himself.

"Had this talk with some—what's his name again?" Pietro asks, snapping his fingers in the direction of Yelena who rolls her eyes in irritation.

"Rollins."

"Yes. Rollins. Didn't get shit out of him. Yeah, that didn't go very well."

"But you're sure he works for Hydra?" Tony sighs, pinching his eyebrows together with his fingers.

"Uh-huh. Like 98% sure," Pietro answer. His sister just glares at him. "Had this octopus badge on him. Never seen before."

"It was a skull with tentacles, idiot."

Bucky tenses up, a flash of long forgotten images overtaking his periphery. But he doesn't show in the least—instead a stoic figure with his arms crossed stands in the corner. And Natasha still notices. Goddamn woman.

"What?" she barks out, looking directly at him.

The heads of the room lay their attention on his now wide-eyed face, expecting a large scaled revelation when all there actually is is a blurry memory.

"No, I just—remembered the skull. That's all," Bucky mutters.

"You saw it when they had you captured?" T'Challa asks with a stiff, single nod as an answer. "That's not irrelevant, Barnes. It is important. Anything you can give us is appreciated."

Bucky breathes out a puff of air, shaking his head. T'Challa grew up in an influential Wakandan family, and is yet to have dropped the formal niceties each time he talks. The foul language in this circle has not rubbed off on him. And while it may annoy some, Bucky finds it as a nice change from all the shit he hears.

"Alright. Be on the lookout for it, okay?" Tony says, running the palm of his hand over his face tiredly. The man has been awake for several days in a row looking for information. "At this point anything is good. I'm fucking tired. Don't even know if these guys are the real thing or the Odinsons are messing with us."

A collective sigh followed by a shake of heads spreads through the room of exhausted assassins and henchmen, the collage family of a middle-aged mob heir.

The two of them—Bucky and Tony—have never really gotten along that well, but Stark seemed to feel somewhat guilty of the fate of his family. George was working for his father after all when he died. When Bucky came seeking for a sense of belonging four years ago, Stark took him in despite the reluctance. And now he's one of the best men he's got.

From time to time they clash. Bucky is stubborn and Tony even more so. But there's some form of respect there that makes him stay working for Stark.

"You know what? All of you just focus on this from now on until we find the Goodfellas," Tony says with a wave of his hand. "Hundred bucks on Al Pacino being the boss. Now get."

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It's three in the morning and Bucky is four hours into staring up at his ceiling when he gets the text from Nat.

Northwest warehouse blown up. Bet's on Loki and his phonies. Outside now.

And Bucky is not even mad that he gets ripped from his bed in the middle of the night. He wasn't sleeping to begin with and the glass he usually gulps down at the end of the day stands untouched on his coffee table.

With three guns strapped to him and two knives in his jacket pockets, he runs down the stairs to the sight of Nat leaning against her car.

She's stonefaced as usual, but there is a barely noticeable nervousness in her hold that sends signals of urgency into Bucky. He's not in the mood for a fight this time, but the possibility of an ambush is great with a stunt like this.

Within twenty minutes they stand in front a burning warehouse, half blown to bits and half buried in ashes. He has to fight the urge to cough as soon as he opens the car door, in fear of being made fun of by Nat.

"Goddamnit," he mutters, right hand tangled up into his hair.

A building on fire is not reason enough to keep away though. Not for them. Instead the heat and smoke is merely an inconvenience as they head closer, searching for any sign of the arsonist who put one of their most important warehouses down.

"How the hell did they find this?" he asks.

The sound of footsteps on gravel and structures tumbling down does not drown out the lack of answer from Nat. And maybe it's dumb to expect an answer, because she does not know more than Bucky, but it always feels like she just knows.

It's when he has to cover his mouth with his jacket that he halts his steps. Closer than this is impossible without burning up himself.

"Nat, do you—"

Bucky looks around for his companion without any luck. She's gone from where she was at his side merely ten seconds ago.

"Nat!"

The panic quickly builds inside Bucky's traumatized body. Logic is pushed away and the conclusions are instantly drawn to death, to bleeding out on the pavement with an Odinson bullet in her chest.

Calm breaths quickly turn frantic as he spins around in place, trying to decipher a redhead from the anxious blur. He can't lose her. Another one taken by the Odinson mob is not something he can handle. That would be the end of him.

"Calm down, Barnes. I found something."

Natasha comes back from around the corner of the warehouse with a ring in her hand. A thick ring with a pattern of thunder bolts and storm clouds carved into the worn silver. Bucky gulps, letting out a deep breath while shaking his head to himself.

"This is Thor Odinson's," he says while taking it from her outstretched hand, acting as if he didn't have the start of a panic attack a few seconds ago.

Turning his head over his shoulder, Bucky searches for any sign of company on the grounds. All sound comes from the fire. No sighting of mysterious enemies waiting to ambush.

"Where did you find this?"

"Right around the corner. Must've slipped off his fucking finger while they ran out of here," Nat answers, doing that same sweep with her eyes as him. Empty, for now.

"How did they—tried so fucking hard to hide this location. Tony will kill us."

Nat sighs, shaking her head. "I'll handle it. But I think we got ourselves a mole, Barnes, and it sure as hell isn't a newcomer."

The drive back is filled with speculation that is mostly one-sided. It has started raining and Bucky is driving slower than he normally would during rainstorms. Doesn't want to get into an accident with Nat in the car and all that.

She's already calling in for an emergency meeting less than six hours since the last one. This one will probably be bigger—a stunt like this borders on being a war declaration.

As they pull up outside of the gate, there's already dozens of sleek, black cars standing on Tony's driveway. Bucky has his arm leaning against the window as he waits for the gate to open, biting on the fingernail of his thumb despite telling himself he would stop ages ago.

It's tense as a stretched rubber band as he and Nat enters the room, this time the large dining hall with a ridiculously large table occupying half of the space.

Bucky throws the ring onto the table, letting it glide over until it starts spinning in place right in front of Stark. The goateed man stares at it for as long as it takes for the ring to still before picking it up.

"Odinson," he says, holding it up while inspecting it, letting the entire room packed with associates and members catch sight of the big finding.

"Found right outside the burning warehouse." Natasha sits herself down a few chairs away. Always leave one empty for her, if you don't want to be torn away from your seat.

Tony lets out a grunt of thought, leaning back in his chair at the top of the table. Several seconds of tense silence passes by before he speaks again.

"These damn fuckers," he mutters, throwing it down onto the mahogany. "This is the last fucking drop. I want a team infiltrating an Odinson meeting tomorrow. Just listen in, don't want to hear about any shootings or clashes afterwards," he says while still having his eyes on the ring twirling in between his fingers.

Silence. Some people are still afraid of speaking without being spoken to, even though Tony wouldn't even bat an eye. Launch a snarky remark, maybe, but when you talk as much as him you can't really complain while others do the same.

Tony raises his gaze, pointing it out subtly through the room with a dismissive expression.

"You guys stay. Everyone else can go."

He waves his hand. If you are supposed to stay you know, because it's always the same people. Over 50 people push themselves out of the room while only eight stay.

"T'Challa, Sam, Nat and Barnes. I want you four to go tomorrow. Got sources that tell me they're continuously meeting at this renovated old factory uptown."

They nod, gulping, because going in on each other's territories is never fun. It's stressful and scary to know that if you're caught you will most likely have a bullet lodged into your head.

But Bucky doesn't care. Maybe that's why Stark always sends him to stuff like this. He simply does not care if he gets a bullet shot through his body.

"Stark," Nat says, that usual stoic expression on her face and arms crossed around her.

He nods in answer, rising up from his seat before dismissing everyone else. Bucky knows she's going to discuss a possible leak of location from within the mob. And even though he wants to think that no one in this room would betray them, he knows you could never be too cautious.

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CHAPTER 3

[ladykailolu]

I miss talking about Sadie Mae and the gang

Sadie Mae would love hanging out with Marigold

Again she’s not half as stand offish as we make her out to be, she’s chill, a bit sassy but she gets along well with other kids. When she feels threatened, yeah she gets testy but normally she’s cool (like Holli Wood but less sexual [though when she grows up she gets hot])

Still though, imagine 18 year old Marigold talking to grown Sadie Mae

Marigold tells Sadie about the getting in trouble for the tequila and not the gummies

Sadie Mae is like: that’s cool, you manage to sneak something by the old man

Sadie Mae is like, screw your dad, you’re a grown woman now, you can do what you want, I heard in other countries you can drink at 18 anyway so who care?

She doesn’t mean to be a bad influence, she really believes that. She thinks independence and rebellion is good to certain extent. And she’s just tryna lift her friends spirits a bit

But her daddy issues kind of cause Sadie to give Goldie some bad advice in terms of parental respect.

Can you imagine when Marigold and Sadie-Mae are about 12 or 13 years old, they sneak out of their houses to go to the park or a restaurant without their parents knowing anything about it. Then let's say that Johnny realizes that Sadie-Mae is nowhere to be found because she's usually with Maggie at home, but neither girl is anywhere in the house or in the huge yard. He asks Gyro first where the girls are, and Gyro has no clue either. So, Gyro calls up Godot and explains that he doesn't know where Sadie-Mae and Maggie are, and he asks Godot this because he knows that his two girls are friends with Marigold, and maybe Marigold knows something about it. Then Godot goes to look for Marigold to ask her directly, and lo and behold! Marigold is not anywhere in the house! I think you can guess what happened next: panic started with Godot then it spread to Gyro and Johnny, and the three men were tryna track down where their daughters went.

And boy....oohhhhhh boy, when they found the girls chillin' at the mall miles away from their homes, all three men were seeing red (yes, including Godot lol). The girls just snuck off and didn't say anything! If anything ever happened to them, their fathers wouldn't know what to do. Marigold tries to plea with her father, but he grounds her effective immediately and indefinitely. He's pissed and can't reason with her right now, so he just punishes her and takes away her freedom for a while until he's calmed down. Gyro does a similar thing with Sadie-Mae but with more yelling. Both Gyro and Godot are a little harsh on their daughters, and it's only because they give a shit about them. Marigold feels terrible and cries about it. She feels embarrassed that she was caught and feels worse for making her father worry so much. While chastising her, Godot got so worked up because he was so afraid of losing Marigold like his lost Mia. It's a little irrational, but knowing his past, you really can't blame him. You can be sure that he keeps her on a tight leash afterwards.

As for Sadie-Mae and Maggie, both Gyro and Johnny are angry with her. Gyro is much more vocal and angry sounding, even shouting at the girls, while Johnny's anger is colder, quieter. He has some curt words to say to them, which causes both girls to cry. Maggie is scared of angering her fathers, and while Sadie-Mae claims that she doesn't care, she's just as scared and begins to cry when Gyro yells at her.

Needless to say, Marigold doesn't see her friends for a little while.

Then the girls turn 18, and are caught drinking so much that they don't even return home that night nor call their parents. And again, their fathers are worried to death. When Godot reaches Marigold and takes her home, he's disappointed with her and while he's not yelling at her, she can tell that he's very upset. He explains to her that he doesn't care what time of day it is--he would much rather hear a call from her at 4am asking for a ride home than a call from the hospital or even worse. A similar thing happens when Gyro and Johnny get ahold of Maggie and Sadie-Mae.

[spadesolace]

HOLY SHIIIII- bro the spoilers r heavy heavy that i need some time to process it 😭

foa, yes that is a ref from little prince . i tried looking for a connection or some hint there but unfortunately im not that smart 🤓 anywayyyyy....

SO SULLYOON IS IN THE SAME SCHOOL AS YN YET SHE ALWAYS HANGOUT WITH THE FIMMIES??? r u tryna tell me that their friendship fell apart bcs of something (siri, play backstabbers by the o'jays) and sullyoon is basically tryna drag her down rn? (hehe see what i did there)

sorry, moving on... YN ONLY FLIRTS WITH HANNI FOR FUN???? BRO DOESN'T THAT JUST PROVES MY POINT THAT HANNI FELL FIRST BUT YN FELL HARDER??? or yn is just being a dumdum, tryna ignore those butterflies and convince herself that she's not in love with hanni and is just doing it for fun 😄 but in all honesty, nobody fell first and fell harder bcs they BOTH fell for eo at the same time and they fell HARD 😌😌

the parks r so damn big bro . if i were yn, I'd just drop school and enjoy my rich life 🥰

this is a lot to take in tbh but thxx for spoiling so much 😭😭

OK I AM TOTALLY GOING TO BE A BIT HEAVY WITH SPOILERS AGAIN BUT OK HEHEHE

sullyoon has her own friend group similar to yn. as much as jihyo loved knowing the fact that her cousin has someone to lean on was great but, it was a request from her parents to broaden her connections… it was sort of a domino effect

yn met chaewon first, then yunjin and kazuha, followed by eunchae, and lastly, sakura (who technically works for her family)

sullyoon is with nmixx, so yn has some connection with her friends. so ms pretty bestie sullyoon and our beloved caffeine dependent yn are all goods. the og top 2 is someone else, first guess was right it was between the enhypen boys

yn isn’t that dense hehe

i meant she only jokingly flirts with hanni as a way to probably mask her true feelings 👀 or maybe not 🤭

hanni is also the type that would do their best to make their crush confess rather than them

park is a really common surname so not surprised that they’re spread out hehe

tldr: sullyoon is safe, she’s our bestie, the og second highest before yn arrived is between enha, and that i wont admit who actually fell first hehehe

[bitchinbarzal]

HI LULU ITS THE ANON WHOS BROTHER SENT HIS SEX TAPE TO THE FAM GC AND I GOTTA RANT BC IM MAD

SO me n my bf have been together for 2 years and the trope was very much she fell first he fell harder bc that mf don’t even look or ACKNOWLEDGE other girls right unless it’s like a waitress or cashier HES NOT LOOKING HES NOT TALKING wELL his brother (little dudes 16) started seeing this new girl and she’s pretty and older, she’s 17 so not that much older than little dude but yeah, and MY BABYS HOME FOR THE SUMMER im so happy he’s back and his parents own a lake house and we’re going there for a week during the 4th IM GETTING OFF TOPIC KINDA but little dude is bringing his new gf/girly friend over a lot lately and they have a pool right well whenever me and my babe are outside like swimming or tanning on the deck she’ll come out and at first i was like oh nbd bc she wants to swim too it’s hot out whatever but then i was in the kitchen and i heard little dude ask her if she wants to go swimming and she said no then my love came down in swim trunks and talked to me for a sec and then went out to the deck WELL MISS GIRL LOOKED AT MY BABY THEN LITTLE DUDE AND WAS LIKE “yk what i changed my mind, it is pretty hot” and i was like uh miss girl wut like i don’t wanna overthink and be like oh well she’s tryna fuck my man but then she started being rude as fuck to me, will literally say im fat to my face and the only reason i haven’t beaten the bitch is bc little dude is so happy with her and my boyfriend is a hot motherfucker right and she’s always tryna be around him n shit, like were just watching a movie last night IN HIS ROOM and she comes in and asks if she can watch with us and i immediately said no bc we’re goin on a drive actually and she perked up and asked if she could come and i again said no bc it’s a date thing but she could go on a ride with little dude and she scoffed and rolled her eyes and said IN THE SNOTTIEST FUCKING TONE LUNA “i wasn’t talking to you, liya” (bc my name is liya) and my boyfriend immediately shut that shit down and told her not to talk to me like that and to go hang out with little dude and we left but no idk im just mad bc I JUST FOUND OUT LITTLE DUDE IS BRINGING HER TO THE LAKE HOUSE FOR THE 4TH WEEK and i told my bf on the drive that i don’t wanna be around her anymore and that’s when he told me that little dude asked their parents if he could bring her and they said yes but he said that if i/he told his parents that im uncomfy around her they’ll probably change their mind bc they love me like a daughter and like no idk bc i don’t wanna be around her but i don’t want little dude to be upset for the week or mad at their parents bc he can’t bring her yk?? idk yeah anyway any advice or anything??

she sounds like a bitch!

If you really feel that uncomfortable tell him you’d rather he didn’t bring her.

If you think you can cope with her being there maybe just have a talk with him tell him you feel disrespected by her, she was rude and made you uncomfortable you’d appreciate if he kept an eye out while she was there 💘💘