Tony and Peter sharing the same sentiment on why they do what they do, they both blame themselves for not doing enough, and feel the responsibility to do more and better, to protect the people and the world they love and care about (inspired by @knightinironarmor [x])
Hey Thomas! A few days ago you tweeted "Well, cluck me gently with a chainsaw," and it has been stuck in my head ever since because I have no idea--- what on earth does that mean? It's driving me nuts, pls respond.
Did you see what it was connected to?? It was connected to a picture of three hens in sweaters the same colors worn by the Heathers from the movie and musical of the same name. It was a multi-layered joke, I know, but there ya go lol
also if you ever feel alone and like you cant get anything right, even if you think taylor isnt paying attention to you…you know she will never count you out. i havent confirmed with her yet but im pretty sure taylor swift would shrink herself down and body slam every negative thought in your brain about yourself if she could. sometimes you dont need taylor to say she’s there for you as long as you can put on That Song™️ and just FORGET………sometimes that’s almost as good.
This is such a prime example of the whole video game culture that has been prevailing for YEARS, if not ever since video games started coming out.
It really feels like its impossible to find any safe area to exist as a woman within the video game community. The fact that Polygon, who is one of the most progressive video game sites out there atm (and who I dont blame in any measure for all of this), had someone like this working for them, shows how fucking hard it is to exist as a not-straight-white-cis-dude. You can’t escape this bullshit.
I’m sad and I’m disgusted and I’m disappointed. But at the same time, its so important to keep trying.
Dont boycott polygon, dont blame the McElroy’s or any other polygon staff (except Nick). Make sure that this shit won’t be stood for, and then keep trying to create and consume positive content. One creep shouldn’t be the defining voice of an entire subculture.
Feel free to stop endorsing anything he does. Just make sure you dont give up on the rest of the people who try their hardest (while still being critical and willing to speak up if they miss the mark on things). Dont let this one dude ruin things for you. We all deserve better.
A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!
It started with the room.
You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.
The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.
From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.
“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”
“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.
For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”
“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”
You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”
Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”
You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”
“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”
“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”
Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.
“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”
“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”
“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”
He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.
A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.
Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.
You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.
“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.
You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.
He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”
“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.
He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”
Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.
I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.
Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?
Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.
“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”
Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…
I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.
Man… I had mucked this up big time.
(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)
You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.
Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.
Picking up your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.
“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”
You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”
(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)
You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.
Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.
Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.
He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.
Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.
“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”
“Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.
“Et toi, belle femme?”
“May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.
“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”
“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.
“And I am Rupert,” he introduced.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.
In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.
When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.
“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.
“You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.
You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.
He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.
No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.
A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3
Fannibals love Hannibal; that much is clear. But what we love even more is the show’s creator, Bryan Fuller! Because we have been blessed with a creator that is not only behind our favorite show, but also many other shows that we’ve grown to love, too, and because he’s an amazing person without whom the fandom wouldn’t be the same at all, who interacts with us on a daily basis and supports us more than we could’ve ever dreamed a creator would, and who loves us almost as much as we love him…
Right now, the newest of these creations, American Gods, is airing its first season. And since a lot of us are very excited about this show, we’ve decided to organize an event to celebrate not only Hannibal, but all of his creations in a #FullerFeast! Crossovers, Alternative Universes… We want it all!!
From June 30th - July 2nd, create anything (fanfic, fanart, gifset, edits, crafts, etc) as long as it fits the theme and has never been posted before, and post it with the hashtag #FullerFeast so we can find it!
There must be something from Hannibal present in every creation, combined with any other Bryan Fuller show or universe. It can be a crossover (characters from Hannibal visiting the ones from Pushing Daisies, for example), an Alternative Universe (Hannibal’s characters being (American) Gods)… anything at all, as long as it contains elements/characters from one of Bryan’s shows as well as Hannibal’s (Rarepairs and everything else from Hannibal’s fandom included, as always!). The limit is your imagination! ;)
idk if ur into harry potter but if u are could u maybe draw something in marauders era? x
my problem with the marauder era is that, in the past 15 years of being obsessed with harry potter i have never been able to settle on a design for sirius, so i just dont draw them or that time very much
bUt that aside, here is my favourite marauder era thing ever – young lupin::::
“really Nolan? You’re still going on about this?” I said rolling my eyes at him.
“I’m telling you y/n it wasn’t an animal okay I know what I saw.” Nolan said putting his head in his hands.
“look Nolan whatever it was it’s gone now and it isn’t going to come back, so let’s just relax and ace this biology test tomorrow!” I said throwing his book to him.
Ever since the charity lacrosse game Nolan hasn’t been the same. He saw the beast in the library, everyone did, but we told everyone it was some kind of animal. Everyone else was convinced but we had a tough time convincing Nolan. I wasn’t exactly the poster child for humanity either. I was called a kitsune or a fox. Unfortunately my sister Kira couldn’t control her inner fox so she was sent to live with the skin walkers until she could. I think that was when I started to seek comfort in something besides the pack. That’s when I found Nolan.
“I can’t just get over this, how can you?” He asked studying me.
Nolan struggled with his mental health, he was as broken as I was and I guess I took comfort in that. We became fast friends and used each other for a shoulder to cry on.
“I just have trust in the police department that the problem has been solved.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
He sighed before opening his textbook and highlighting important sections. I glanced up at him before doing the same. My phone started ringing scaring me and Nolan. I quickly picked up seeing Scott’s name flash on the caller ID.
“hello?” I answered.
“we have a problem, meet me at my house in 20 minutes.” Scott said before hanging up.
I sighed. Just when things were finally looking up.
“who was that?” Nolan asked looking up.
“uh my mom she needs me home.” I lied effortlessly.
That was one thing I hated. Lying to Nolan was easy too easy and it killed me. I wanted to tell him everything but I couldn’t. There was no guarantee he would take lightly to the information and besides we were under fire after everything that happened with the wild hunt so remaining under the radar was the best option.
“but you just got here.” Nolan said looking down visibly upset.
“I know I’m sorry but my mom she really needs me.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
The truth was I would rather stay here with Nolan all night. I guess you could say in the time that we spent together my feelings for the broken boy blossomed.
“If you don’t want to hang out with me all you have to do is just say so.” Nolan said looking down at his feet.
I got off of his floor going to sit in front of him.
“Nolan look at me.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.
Nolan slowly lifted his eyes off the ground looking at me.
“Nolan that is just your anxiety talking okay? Nolan you’re my best friend, there is no one I’d rather spend time with than you.” I said smiling at him.
Nolan gave me a smile before nodding his head. I kissed his cheek before hurrying out the door. I got to Scott’s house 10 minutes late earning annoyed glances from the rest of the pack.
“we need to talk.” Scott said giving me a serious look.
It was never good when Scott said we needed to talk.
“Nolan?” I said in disbelief.
“I’m sorry but he’s working with them.” Scott said sullen.
“No, he wouldn’t do that!” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.
“He stabbed Corey right in the hand and showed everyone in the library!” Mason grumbled.
“Also Brett and Lori Talbot are dead.” Scott said looking over at Liam with a sad glance.
I couldn’t believe it. I had saved Lori and Brett when the deadpool was going on. I couldn’t save them now. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to believe the boy I loved could be doing this. I could feel the fox fighting to get out as my anger rose.
“I know it isn’t what you wanted to hear, but I wouldn’t lie to you.” Scott said grabbing my hand.
I shook my head knowing he was right. What was I supposed to do now?
“now we need to watch our backs, watch each others backs, don’t trust anyone except for each other.” Scott said looking at all of us.
We all went home to think about what Scott told us. Nolan tried to text me but I couldn’t bring myself to read any of his messages. I couldn’t believe he was actually working with them. The next morning I didn’t feel like going to school but I knew I needed to be there for Liam and Corey considering we were the only three in the pack still in school. I walked in to school earning glances from all the students. The looked at me and whispered. I focused my kitsune hearing to hear what they were saying.
“She’s one of them.”
“don’t get too close, she’s dangerous.”
“she hangs out with that Liam kid she has to be one of them.”
“yeah didn’t you see her in the library? She was glowing orange.”
I felt a tear fall from my eye as I walked the halls to find Liam and Corey.
“people are talking about us” I said walking over to the boys.
Ignoring the stares of the students was hard.
“yeah I hear them too. They know something is up. We shouldn’t have come today.” Liam said tugging at his hair.
“listen you guys will be fine, all you have to do is act normal.” Mason said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t know if that’s going to work. There were two sophomore lacrosse players in the street the other night, they had a clear view of you Liam.” Corey said.
“yeah that’s it we need to leave.” Liam said grabbing my hand.
“if you leave now, they win. You need to stay and show them your just like all of us.” Mason said blocking our way.
“we can’t pretend to be normal okay we aren’t normal.” Liam says frustrated.
“look all you need to do is be like Clark Kent, nobody knows he’s actually superman.” Mason said making Corey nod.
“Clark Kent doesn’t have fangs and glowing eyes and he certainly doesn’t have a bright glowing aura around him.” I said rolling my eyes.
“She’s got a good point.” Liam said agreeing with me.
“look you guys can do this I know you can.” Mason said sighing.
I sighed knowing he was right. Liam sighed too. I mean we’ve been pretending to be normal all this time what could one more day hurt. I walked to English class which I had with Nolan and Gabe, who I found out was also working with the hunters. I felt all the eyes of the students on me as I sat down. Nolan stood up and took the seat beside me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“where were you last night?” Nolan asked looking at me.
“I told you my mom…” I started but was cut off.
“I went to your house and your mom wasn’t even home, funny you weren’t there either.” Nolan said glaring at me.
“You know people are talking right, they’re saying stuff about you. Stuff that would explain a lot like where you go when you disappear.” Nolan continued getting in my face.
This wasn’t like him at all. He was never confrontational especially not with me.
“what gonna stab me with a pen too?” I snapped at him.
Nolan was taken back at my outburst and honestly I was too.
“I..” He started but I cut him off this time.
“I don’t know what kind of nonsense they’re filling your head with but I’m not the enemy neither is Liam or Scott or anyone. Nolan you know me, you know me better than anyone, you don’t actually believe all that stuff do you?” I said hurt evident in my voice.
Nolan didn’t say anything. He got up and walked back to where Gabe was sitting. Our teacher came in starting the class but I was finding it hard to focus. My emotions got the best of me and soon I had tears falling down my cheeks.
“miss Yukimura do you need a minute?” Our teacher asked looking at me.
I shook my head before running out of the classroom. I went to the bathroom breaking down. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Everyone in Beacon Hills would be dead if it weren’t for us, Nolan would be dead. I remember when the ghost riders took him, I tried to save him but I was too late. If it weren’t for, dare I say it, Theo I would have been taken too. I got up splashing some cold water on my face. I could do this.
“Do you know it helps to talk about what you’re feeling.”
I turned around to see Miss Monroe, who had hunted down Brett Talbot, standing there with a smirk on her face.
“No thanks, I don’t want to talk to someone like you.” I growled turning around.
“I’m not the one you need to be thinking of it’s the ones we never expect to cause the most damage.” She said before walking out the door.
I knew she was talking about Nolan. I exit the bathroom being greeted by Liam, Corey and Mason.
“We have a problem.” Corey says.
“we have a lot of problems what now?” I asked rolling my eyes.
“Gabe and Nolan, they want to get you guys to shift in front of everyone so they can expose what you are.” Mason said looking at me and then Liam.
“I don’t exactly work like that.” I said.
“you don’t think they’ve been doing their homework too? I could find a lot about kitsunes and they can too.” Mason said.
“so what are we going to do?” Liam said coming to stand by me.
“well the entire lacrosse team is blocking all the exits.” Corey said.
“it’s not like you guys can just turn invisible and get out of here.” Mason says scratching his head.
“or can we?” I said looking at Corey.
Liam and I grab on to Corey and he turns us invisible along with himself. Mason attempts to lead us out of school but every exit is blocked by lacrosse players. Mason makes another turn running straight in to Gabe and Nolan.
“where are they?” Gabe asks Mason.
“Who?” Mason said playing dumb.
Gabe was clearly not impressed.
“you know who.” He said clenching his jaw.
“oh Liam and Y/n yeah I haven’t seen them since the last time I saw them.” He rambled scratching his head.
Gabe and Nolan looked at each other confused.
“okay when was that?” Gabe asked clearly annoyed now.
“the last time I saw them was definitely the time I saw them last.” Mason said unsure of what he was even saying now.
Nolan looked at Gabe again before taking dust out of his pocket and blowing it our way. Liam, Corey, and I were now visible to everyone. Gabe grabbed Liam while another lacrosse player grabbed me. We were taken in to the empty science classroom and thrown to the floor. Liam got up but Gabe punched him in the face.
“stop what are you doing.” I growled walking over to Gabe.
He smirked at me before punching me in the face as well. I grab my nose trying to keep the blood from staining my shirt. I look at Nolan betrayal in my eyes.
“come on Liam all you have to do is shift.” Gabe says kicking Liam in the stomach.
A crowd of students has gathered just watching the action going on. I stood back up but Gabe turned to me punching me again.
“you know you can take us, all you have to do is shift.” Gabe said beating Liam up more.
At this point Liam was bloodied and barely standing. Gabe turned to me with a sadistic smirk.
“And you.” He said grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to the electric outlet.
I tried to fight back knowing what would happen if I touched that.
“I wonder what would happen If you got a little too close to this outlet.” Gabe whispered in my ear.
“why don’t you find out.” I snapped glaring at him.
Gabe slammed my face off the table making my vision go blurry. I could barely stand from the pain of each blow he delivered. I couldn’t heal like a werewolf, it took time and energy, two things I didn’t have right now.
“Gabe that’s enough.” Nolan said his voice cracking.
“Did you forget the whole purpose of this Nolan?” Gabe growled turning towards him.
He walked back over to Liam who had his eyes shut tight. I was relieved when I saw Mrs. Finch walk in to the room. However she just stands there watching the scene.
“do something!” Mason says struggling.
“Sometimes its best if we let them work out their problems on their own.” She says before leaving.
Gabe punched Liam again. Liam still had his eyes closed trying to control his inner wolf from escaping.
“open your eyes Liam.” Gabe growled wrapping his hands around his throat.
“the sun. the moon. the truth.” Liam said taking deep breaths.
“what are you talking about?” Gabe growled.
“the sun. the moon. the truth.” I repeated from my spot on the floor.
“Liam open your eyes.” Gabe growled.
Liam opened his eyes and they were his blue color thankfully. I mustered up all the strength I could manage and took off my belt which was actually my katana. I clicked it in to place and before Gabe could make another move I was holding it at his throat.
“See I told you all, look at her.” Gabe said not moving.
I managed to connect my eyes with Nolan who looked horrified. I wore my belt around him all the time and now he found out what it actually was.
“It’s a Japanese sword you’ve proved nothing.” I growled.
Gabe went to take another step forward but was cut off by a voice.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Bobby Finstock asked coming in the classroom.
He grabbed Nolan and Gabe by the back of their necks and pushed them towards the door.
“YOU TWO TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” He yelled.
The other students just stood there staring at us.
“GET OUT ALL OF YOU! I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOUR FACES.” He yells shooing all the students out.
I fold my sword back in to my belt before dropping down beside Liam.
“you did it.” I said stroking a hand through his hair.
“Clark Kent right?” Liam said spitting out some blood.
“Yeah Clark Kent.” I said smiling.
Mason drove us home making sure we got in alright. I went to the bathroom examining the bruises and cuts on my face. I touched the bruise flinching as soon as my hand made contact with it. I could feel the tears rush down my cheeks. I felt defeated, I felt like a monster. I grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning the blood off my face. I didn’t even recognize the girl in the mirror anymore.
“this is all wrong." I whispered my voice shaking due to the tears.
I walked to my room slowly letting the tears fall freely. It was hard to be strong when everyone was against you. I picked up the picture of me and Kira from my nightstand. God I missed her. Nolan filled the void that Kira left and now he was gone too. I should have went with her to live with the skin walkers. I passed the test, Kira didn’t but I still should have stayed. Maybe that’s where I belonged. I took out a piece of paper addressing it to Nolan
This isn’t easy to say, so I’m just going to come out and say it. You were right. I’m not normal. I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I wanted to protect you. I never wanted you to get involved with my crazy world so I thought not telling you was the best option. The truth is I didn’t have a choice in what I am. I’m called a Kitsune. It’s the Japanese word for fox spirit which is exactly what I am. Sometimes the fox spirit inside takes over the human it possesses and turns malevolent which is what happened to my sister Kira. She had to go live with these creatures called the skin walkers. Nolan I wish I would have told you all this sooner but I didn't know what your reaction would be. I thought I was protecting you but I was only hurting you by lying. You filled the void that my sister left. You were there to dry my tears and offer me guidance and you’ll never know how much that truly meant to me. There is one other thing I want to tell you, it’s something I’ve known ever since you were taken by the ghost riders (which you wouldn’t remember happened either.) Nolan I love you. I’m in love with you. All of you, all of your fears, your anxiety, everything. I ruined everything by not telling you, and I hurt someone I would never want too. So this is why I am writing you this letter Nolan. I’m going to go to a place where I can’t hurt you anymore. I should’ve stayed with Kira when she was taken by the skin walkers then I would’ve never hurt you in the first place. Goodbye Nolan, I’m sorry I let you down but you won’t have to worry about me anymore by the time you read this letter I’ll be gone from your life so I can’t hurt you anymore.
Tears stained the page as I finished writing the last words. I paced around my room not really sure if I was making the right choice. The pack needed me here, but I didn’t know if I could stay. I grab the note and walk out of my room running down the steps. I take a look at my house thinking about all the memories made here, all of the memories with Nolan, with Kira, with the pack. I was going to miss them all but I knew I was making the safest decision for me right now. I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.
Tennis is one of those sports where men repeatedly feel the need to say to women "ok you’re good, but you can’t beat me” as if letting her be good on its own is too threatening to your manhood. I know this isn’t that important and John McEnroe has always been an obnoxious little shit but I do randomly want to make a few points about comparing women’s athletics to men’s athletics.
I never really liked the color yellow.
I never understood it.
Its association with happiness and positivity,
When I always felt hopeless and alone.
The color of sunshine.
But you see,
Darkness was all I’d ever known.
But then I saw you,
Yellow shirt and all.
And that’s when I felt it.
The warmth in my heart.
The sun dancing on my skin.
The flowers blooming inside of me.
Nothing has been the same since.
And I owe it all to how beautiful you looked
In that stupid,
On the whole ‘humans are crazy’ topic, tank crews. Holy shit tank crews. Ever since they’ve been a thing, they’ve been total berserkers even by human standards.
The first tank ever to be armed and deployed in battle, the British-made Mark 1, had its engine in the same compartment as the crew, with no coverings or anything, just a hot piece of machinery everyone got burned by. And I mean EVERYONE, because that tank had no suspension. The treads were directly attached to the body. Every little lump in the terrain could throw you across the compartment, and there were plenty of hard surfaces and sharp bits (and both at once) to hurt yourself on. They had a crew of 8, too, so they were unbelievably crowded.
The story goes that in the early days of World War One, there was a demonstration of this new weapon for the king of England. He watched in awe as it crawled its way (top speed was maybe 5 miles per hour, generally less) over trenches, through gullies, down embankments, and over rough terrain, and fired its guns at targets. At the end of the demo, the tank having finished by rather suddenly thumping its way down an embankment, three men got out, trotted forward, and stood at attention.
Astonished, the king asked them “This magnificent vehicle needs only a crew of three?”
“No, sir, crew of eight sir.”
“Where are the other five?”
“Knocked unconscious, sir.”
Let that sink in for a second.
What kind of psychos are we, that we employ weapons which threaten to injure us or knock us out just in the process of moving them into position? What sane species uses combat gear which has a decent chance of putting them out of the fight before they even show up? Space orcs got nothin on us.
I feel like just from a handful of the stories from Earth’s wars, aliens would quickly figure out that a) humans are terrifying when pissed off, and b) we are batshit crazy no matter what situation or mood we’re in. Feel free to share some bits that you feel would especially indicate that.
summary: montgomery de la cruz, a well-known student in liberty high. he hung with the popular crowd, got into very many fights and was seen with a different girl every week. long story short, he was a total dick. well, that was the case until she came into his life.
word count: 1562 words
a/n: this is based off the song the break up by lany which i have been listening to for weeks. i’ve been having a lot of monty feels lately too so i was inspired to write this. i put a lot of effort into this, i hope you guys like it. also, i recommend listening to the song while reading
Jumping heart to heart, and it’s starting to wear me down “He’s a total dick” is my reputation around town
“Alright, I’ll see you around babe.” Monty winked at the blonde. He couldn’t even recall her name. But there he was, leading her on, making her think there was something between them. She was simply a good fuck, a girl he hooked up with last night.
“I’ll see you around babe,” A voice mocked from behind. Monty turned around and found a snickering Bryce. “Damn Monty, who was that?”
“Hey man,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even remember her name.”
“You’re a fucking playboy. That’s what you are!” Bryce howled, giving him a pat on the back.
They got a pretty face, but they got a pretty empty head And I want to stick around but damn I’m bored
Monty was currently on a date with the blonde from last week. He asked her out just so he could get out of the house during the weekend. Although deep inside, he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, his brain would flip a switch and view her as more than a something he could play with. Love perhaps. Monty was human; all he wanted was to find love like everyone else.
“What do you think, Monty?” The blonde asked.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Um no?” He answered, not even having the slightest clue of what she was talking about.
“You’re not even listening to me! I asked if you preferred pizza or salad.” She huffed in irritation. He shrugged in response, obviously not having a care in the world.
“I’m getting out of here. Call me when you actually want to listen to me.” She stood up from the booth and sashayed away. He sighed and leaned back on his seat.
He made up his mind. He definitely did not like her. Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous and her attitude was somewhat tolerable but it just wasn’t working out for him.
Monty looked around the place and spotted a girl. He identified her as Y/N Y/L/N; he knew she went to Liberty High as well. He watched her carefully, she seemed to be enjoying her meal, shoveling curly fries into her mouth and he weirdly found that cute. Then and there, the switch he oh-so-wanted to flip… actually flipped. He was inexplicably drawn to her.
“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself and before heading over to her table.
How the hell do you stay in love You’re at dinner looking down playing with your knife and fork
Friday was date night for Y/N and Monty. She felt like their relationship lacked something lately so she wanted it to be perfect, already planning it a week before. She was going to cook his favorite meal and then catch a movie at The Crestmont after.
An hour passed and there was still no sign of him. Y/N sighed in frustration. The food was getting cold and they were already twenty minutes late to the movie. She grabbed her phone from the counter and sent him a quick text.
where are you? you said you’d be here at 6
Just as she was about to press call, Monty walked through the door.
“Hey babe,” He walked over to her giving her a peck on the cheek. “The food looks great.”
Y/N glared daggers at him. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried!”
“Relax. I was with Justin and Zach. We went to grab some beers after school.” He responded nonchalantly.
Anger coursed through her veins. “You blew me off for them? We had plans, de la Cruz.” She detached herself from his grip and headed for the door.
Another day, another argument. He was sick of it. “You’re always breathing down my neck, Y/N!” Monty bellowed from behind her.
Arguments weren’t new to their relationship. Y/N and Monty would argue every once in a while but recently it became more frequent. He complained on how she bitched about his actions all the time and how he felt like he wasn’t doing anything right. In her defense, she was just looking out for him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. More importantly, she was afraid of him going back to his old ways.
She stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Since when is it such a crime to look out for my boyfriend?”
“You call that looking out for me?” He gave her a sharp look and chuckled angrily. “It’s called being a-”
“Listen Monty,” She cut him off, voice stern. “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as fast.
Y/N stared at the floor as minutes of agonizing silence passed. She could feel the heavy tension and she hated it. She couldn’t help but think this was going to be the end of their relationship. The thought of that possibility made her physically sick. She couldn’t lose him. She loved this boy with her all, she couldn’t give him up just like that.
Monty tugged at the ends of his hair and sighed. “I don’t want this anymore, Y/N. I want to be alone.“
Y/N felt like everything was crashing down on her. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Fine,” She seethed. “Just leave.”
You think you wanna be alone Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor It hits you in the chest, ‘bout every day you’re done Cause once you let it go you better know its gone
Monty tried to contact Y/N at least a few times after that night. She didn’t bother returning any of his calls or texts. He tried talking to her at school but she did a good job at avoiding him. She was absolutely dejected and she hated it. She hated how broken she was.
“Y/N, wait up!” Zach jogged over, stopping in front of her.
She bit her lip in unease. “This better be important. I’m almost late for class.”
“Well, uh listen, you gotta talk to Monty,” She scoffed at his words before letting him continue. “You guys need to sort this out. He hasn’t been doing well lately.”
She snapped at the mention of Monty. “And you think I am? Sorry to be rude but I see that this conversation isn’t important. I should get going.” She stormed away leaving Zach dumbfounded.
Just like Y/N, Monty was drowning in the ocean of heartbreak and regret. He felt broken too. He was always over at Bryce’s, getting drunk and wallowing in sadness. When he threw those last words at her that night, he immediately regretted it. All the anger and pain from their arguments the past few days, got to him and he took it out on her. It was all in the heat of the moment. He didn’t just want her back, he needed her back, but he knew that was near to impossible.
It’s never the same, uh, yeah, after the breakup It’s never the same, love, don’t try to make up
Monty stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door of Y/N’s house. It’s been almost three weeks since their break up and Y/N finally agreed to his request of talking things out.
To say he was nervous was an understatement. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing Y/N. He stared at her in awe. She looked better than ever, its almost as if his absence hadn’t affected her. In fact, she looked happier.
“You can, uh, come in.” She mumbled awkwardly before opening the door fully, letting him in.
He took a seat on the end of the couch and Y/N walked over and sat on the other end, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him.
“Y/N,” He looked at her, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have blown you off for Justin and Zach when it was our special day. For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking? I would pick my girlfriend over anything else. I should have been there. I’m sorry for ignoring all your effort and making you feel unimportant. I was so insensitive to your feelings. Y/N, letting you go was my biggest mistake. Please let me make it up to you, take me back.”
“Ex girlfriend,” She corrected rather harshly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again. “I had a lot of time to think about us and honestly, Monty, you’re right. I don’t think this will work out. Plus, I’m not gonna allow myself to be treated like shit again.” He could feel his heart shatter as she spoke.
She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I think breaking up is for the best.” He simply nodded at her, too upset to come up with a response.
They stood at the doorway, saying their goodbyes. He looked at her for the last time and in that moment, it dawned upon him, that he, Montgomery de la Cruz had lost the girl he loved for good.
Life on earth, as magnificent and versatile as it is, is seemingly tame compared to the weird and wonderful creatures that once existed. All categories of life have reached unimaginable sizes, here are just a selection of prehistoric record breakers!
MEGALODON The biggest shark known to have existed, ruling over the oceans as recently as up to a million years ago. A length of almost 20 metres and weighing in at an estimated 48 tonnes, Megalodon could deliver a crucifying bite of up to 110,000N. It is no surprise that the Megalodon was dubbed the “whale killing shark”.
MEGATHERIUM Our early ancestors would have been quite familiar with Megatherium as they existed up to 8000 years ago, they were in fact the largest sloths to have existed. Sloths have a reputation as being lazy, slow and docile, but Megatherium was a 6 metre long, 4 tonne monster with a killer instinct and knife-like claws. Megatherium’s discovery came before that of the dinosaurs. Skeletons of these prehistoric beasts were a delight to the Victorian public and paved the way for the science of palaeontology.
ARCHELON Literally meaning “large turtle”, Archelon certainly was just that. Existing during the cretaceous, the time of the dinosaurs, Archelon could reach 4.5 metres long and may have lived to over 100 years old. Archelon could not compete with other cretaceous beings in speed and agility, but its blade-like beak was able to slice through flesh and crush though the toughest ammonite shells. Unfortunately Archelon appears to have been a popular snack for other marine dwellers, skeletons are frequently missing flippers or heads and covered in slashes.
TITANOBOA When the dinosaurs reign ended, a new era saw the rise of new super-predators, one was Titanoboa, the largest snake ever with a body up to 13 metres long, standing a metre off the ground and weighing up to 2500 pounds. Titanoboa was 30% longer than even todays largest species. Scientists believe this humongous snake hunted like its modern relatives, the boa constrictors, by winding around prey and suffocating them.
IRISH ELK Owner of the largest antlers of any animal, up to 3 metres wide, the Irish Elk gets its name from its frequent discoveries in Irish peat bogs. Existing up to 10,000 years ago, these would have been a common sight in grasslands for our ancestors. Many fossils indicate the animals died of starvation which is why the antlers are thought to have been part of elaborate mating contests between males, often resulting in one being fatally injured and unable to feed itself.
DEINOTHERIUM A distant relative of the elephants and mammoths, Deinotherium was more sinister, its name translates to “terrible beast”, they would have most likely caused trouble for our ancient ancestors around 1.5 million years ago. Deinotherium is actually considered to be the second largest land mammal of all time, behind Paraceratherium and is iconic in appearance due to its sharp, downward facing tusks.
ARCTODUS Known as the short faced bear, they were the biggest bears on record and one of the largest mammal carnivores to have existed. Whilst their skull was short, they were packed with piercing teeth that could deliver a bone crushing bite. Existing up to 11,000 years ago, out ancestors would have stayed well clear of this 900 kilogram predator, with slender limbs and knife-like claws, Arctodus was deadly.
SARCOSUCHUS One of the most infamous fossil discoveries in history, Sarcosuchus was the largest crocodile to walk the Earth up to 112 million years ago, this was a crocodile capable of killing dinosaurs. Sarcosuchus was twice as long as a saltwater crocodile, that’s 11-12 metres long and could reach over 8 tonnes. Its jaw was packed full of 66 teeth either side of its jaw and would have clamped down on prey that wandered too near.
ARGENTINOSAURUS One of the largest lifeforms that has ever stood on the Earth, Argentinosaurus could grow up to 30 metres long with its hind limbs standing 4.5 metres off the ground. They existed between 97-94 million years ago and at adulthood would have been virtually indestructible to predators. Its weight is estimated at a staggering 80-100 tonnes. There hasn’t been another land mammal on the same scale as Argentinosaurus since and it’s unlikely there ever will be.
SPINOSAURUS The largest discovered therapod ever, a group that includes Allosaurus and Tryrannosaurus. Spinosaurus remained an enigma to scientists for decades, the only discovered specimen was sadly destroyed during World War 2 and was not rediscovered until the 21st century. Spinosaurus is thought to have reached up to 16 metres long and weighed in around 12 tonnes, that is almost double the weight of a T-rex!
We learned in the Season 2 finale that Haggar is Altean. But what about her druids?
The guidebook confirms that they’re not Galra. They’ve also been working with Zarkon consistently ever since he got all infected with that nasty purple Quintessence and turned into a lich 10,000 years ago. Suspicious.
It doesn’t look like they have faces under those masks. This one got part of its mask broken off, but there’s no mouth, no chin, nothing. Doesn’t look like it’s just shadowed, either.
When they get wounded, it just kind of, glows purple? The same color, I think, as Shiro’s cyber arm when he activates it. That’s probably not a coincidence; a lot of technology in the show seems to run off of quintessence.
And, most damningly, when they die, there’s no corpse. They just explode into purple light and disappear. I think they’re either related to those weird purple energy creatures from the rift, or maybe quintessence constructs or something. Definitely not regular biological creatures.
Just curious if you did a break down of ESNY lyrics. id like to see your take on it.
I haven’t, but howbow now?
A lot of fans think Ever Since New York is about that unholiest of fauxmances, Haylor, since the primary stuntin’ took place in NYC. Listening to the lyrics, I agree with that.
Picture it: NYC, December 2012. 1D is at a career high, having played to a sold out Madison Square Garden crowd. This level of hotness must have smelled like blood in the water to fake ass fame vampire, Taylor Swift and her team. So commence fakelationship stuntin’!
I’ll show you what skeeved me out the most. The hotel ho strolls:
They’d make sure to pap Harry coming and going so that fans would infer that the s-e-x must have surely taken place. Classy. This is how music is marketed. Why God?
Meanwhile, all this fakery was apparently taking a toll on Louis:
And the Elounor awkwardness was later mocked by Grimmy:
And it only got worse from there. By New Year’s Eve, Tay Tay was reveling in this Times Square look-at-me spectacle:
Harry, not so much:
This was the point where 1DHQ really dug in with the closeting. Payzer 2.0 launched December 2012, too. Not a coincidence. This is where reality must have really set in. And this is just based on what we can piece together. God only knows what kinds of conversations took place bts to put all this in place. But I can imagine it was dehumanizing and demoralizing. Aggressive hetero stuntin’ would become the new normal for 1D.
So that’s the kind of stuff that would’ve influenced ESNY. It’s easy to understand why he still feels some type of way about it.
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go
Harry is my people because he comes out the gate swinging. I’m guessing this first verse is directed at Taylor. Being older and having been in the business longer, Harry is looking to her to make him understand why this needs to happen. He wants her to help him make peace with it. But Taylor is the monster showbiz created. She has no wisdom to offer. So Harry is left grappling with this closeting, which feels like a curse. And “must desert you before you go” feels like a reference to the end of Haylor, where she played the role of good girl who got dumped…again.
There she is alone on a boat…deserted. This is what had to happen before she could go for good. It’s a reference to the fakery–knowing how things will play out before they even happen.
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Again, Harry’s desperate for something more profound. I’m sure his team was telling him this was good for him, that it was in his best interests personally and professionally. But Harry isn’t really buying it.
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York
Harry was able to venture out into the boroughs, unbothered. But in Manhattan? It was lights, cameras, stunt time! And Haylor is like a empty swimming pool: an artifice without purpose. Just like a pool needs water to fulfill its purpose, a relationship needs a real emotional bond to fulfill its purpose. And of course, there wasn’t one. Harry’s counting the days until Taylor sails her fraudulent ass away on that boat. Enough! Same Harry. Same. These are trying times and Harry’s literally praying his way through it–searching for strength where he hadn’t looked before. That’s how profoundly hurtful this experience is for him And he’s been praying ever since. We know why.
I still have visions of you and I waking up together, sometimes I have dreams so clear that when I wake up I have to still remind myself that it wasn’t real..
I still have flashes of you in the front seat of my car with your hands intertwined in mine.
Its been a year since we broke up, since you decided what you felt for me wasn’t enough to still be with me. Its been a year and everything still feels the same. I still feel the same.
I look at you and all I can feel is this overwhelming rush of love. So much love. So much damn love that I don’t understand how it still wasn’t enough.
People say that first love never goes away, that you just learn to live with it. I don’t think I’ll ever learn to live with the feeling of knowing you are never going to be here the same way you were a year ago.
I don’t know how to live with the fact that we loved each other once and that you were here once but now its just me doing all the loving and you are no longer here to receive it.
I guess what I really want to say is I wish I told you how deeply I felt everything for you when I had the chance to, but I really don’t think that would of made a difference.
I think I could of been everything and you still wouldn’t of changed your mind because the truth is you ended things before you even gave them a chance to start and its hard to live with that.
Its hard to accept the fact that I never even really had you.
that you were never actually mine.. that we were never even really together.
I don’t think you ever truly loved me, and thats hard, its hard to admit that sometimes people can make you fall in love but you cannot do the same to them, sometimes what you feel for them will never be enough to make them feel it back. And thats what it was with us and thats hard to realize. Its hard to relive those memories knowing what I know now because instead of seeing happiness and laughs and love all I see now is me looking at you as if you created the entire universe, and you, not even glancing at me, you, always looking for something more, something better.
I started writing this letter for closure, but I think I knew that I could never get closure, I wrote it to tell you that I still love you, that I will always love you. I wrote it in hopes to get some type of emotion back from you but I think we both know thats unrealistic.
I know its over. I knew it was over from the minute we kissed. I knew how this would end all along but I just wanted to be wrong. I could deny it all i want, and you could deny it all you want but the feeling was there from the beginning, the feeling that this was going to be one sided, and maybe you even tried to convince yourself differently for a bit, and maybe I even fell for it for a bit but our ending was never a shock. it was anticipated, just like our beginning.
I hope you think of me on nights you can’t sleep
Okay, bear with me, because it’s a bit of a stretch: Sharks -> Maui & Sons -> Surfing Chowder.
Basically, I just needed an excuse to draw Chowder surfing because I’ve been itching to ever since we found out he’s from California. Because what is it with hockey players and golf, anyway? Gimme some hockey boys surfing in the offseason.
~A/N: I was going to add the smut in this chapter but I decided I would separate it into it’s own, that way people that don’t want to read the NSFW can just skip it! Sorry it’s been soooo long, guys! My life is just hectic so it’s hard for me rn but I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"I heard you the first time, Saeyoung,” V spoke softly, his hand gripping the head of his cane as he sat unmoving in the chair.
“Y’know, a good way to indicate you’ve heard someone is to actually reply. Just a tip,” Saeyoung snapped. “You’re being alarmingly calm about this, considering the shit storm that’s decided to roll it’s way through us.”
V sighed, though his vacant gaze was unwavering. “I’m anything but calm. However… acting out in hysterics isn’t going to solve our problem. Talking like adults…deciding our next course of action. That’s what gets things done. Point a finger at me again, Saeyoung, and I’ll pop you in the mouth myself.”
Though they both knew he would never, but still Saeyoung slumped down in the nearest chair with a sour face. V could barely make it out, but he knew the expression well. It had been the same since he was a child. The corners of his mouth pulled down and his brow pinched together with fury, like it’s the last face he’ll ever make, and V tried to hold back a fond smile.
“Do you have any inkling on who it might be?” Jumin finally spoke up.
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, now, would I?” Saeyoung huffed, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
“Sorry to interrupt,” an unexpected voice found its way into the room.
“Jaehee, what is it?” Jumin straightened up as she closed the door behind her.
Her face held hesitancy and she cleared her throat before finally speaking.
“It’s about the latest bootleg shipment. Apparently, it’s gone missing,” she reported.
“What the fuck do you mean, missing?” Saeyoung sat up from his chair.
“I don’t know how to make it any more clear…” she made a quick glance at Saeyoung before returning her eyes to V. “The truck never made it to the drop point. No one has seen it or heard from the driver.”
“This is not good,” Jumin hinted.
“No shit,” Saeyoung said, the look on his face making it clear that his gears were turning.
The room was silent as a church, everyones eyes on each other as if thinking the same thoughts. They were in good standing with the neighboring families. Everyone knew their territories and happily stuck to them. Plenty of police force names lined their payroll…so why now?
“It could be the coppers,” Saeyoung said with a serious face.
“It could,” said V, “it could be a number of things.” Jumin nodded in agreement. “ First things first. Jaehee, bring me more info on this missing shipment. I don’t care if you have to knock down the drivers’ mothers’ door, I want info. Find Frank, see if he’s heard of any recent booze busts.”
“Of course,” Jaehee nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.
“Saeyoung,” V continued, “you know what to do. I have my hands full as it is with this wedding situation.”
“Oh yeah,” Saeyoung peeked through the blinds onto the courtyard. A crew of men were still setting up tents and tables in preparation. “Is this really the best time for this?”
“It’s Marcos daughter, of course it’s a good time. When things get rough…that’s when we need celebration. There’s no better time to boost morale. Besides, he’s one of our best, and I seem to remember him saving your ass from a pinch more than a few times,” V smiled.
Jumin decided to chime in. “Like his first soup job?” Both V and Jumin gave a hearty laugh. “Driving around the whole damned city with the safe in the struggle buggy,” Jumin continued, “before Marco showed up to save your ass. And how much did you end up cracking for, again?”
“You know damn well how much,” Saeyoung sneered.
“Then there’s no reason you can’t say it. Go ahead, hot shot. Remind us how much you swiped.”
Saeyoung’s face turned sour, like the words were bile in his throat. “…Ten dollars,” he finally barked.
Both of the men roared with laughter for a moment at the memory, so much so that Jumin seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.
“Okay, okay,” V breathed in deeply when he stood from his chair, “leave the poor kid alone. Come on, let’s get some dinner.”
He began to trail behind Jumin but paused for a moment, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of Saeyoung and squeezing just once. His body was stiff and serious.
“I’m trusting in you, Saeyoung. Find that son of a bitch,” V’s voice was almost a whisper, and as quickly as he had faced him he was now turned around, satisfied with his message.
Saeyoung watched as they left, taking note of the fact that V seemed to be favoring his cane a lot more in the last few days. The weight of what that could mean fixed heavily on his shoulders, but his body remained stiff and strong with his resolve.
There were joyous smiles all around as the sound of Zen’s singing filled the tent. Suddenly everyone was a hoofer, even the tough burly men could be found rolling up their sleeves and dancing with their gals to the music. It was strange to see the cities most dangerous criminals laughing and jabber-jawing, seemingly carefree. You had to admit, even you couldn’t help but get out there, taking Yoosung for a time as your partner. Now you took a break, fondly overlooking the bride with her done-up chestnut hair, her and her groom with goofy smiles as he spun her around.
“How about that food,” Jaehee walked up beside you.
“Look at you, all dolled up!” you smiled as you grabbed at the lace of her dress, “is it because…” you gestured with your eyes to Zen.
“It’s a wedding,” she huffed but a pink tint spread on her face, “last I heard, you were supposed to dress nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, you don’t look half bad yourself.”
You gave her a shy thanks before she thrust a bottle into your hands.
“Say, do me a favor and bring that bottle to my table? They’re dry but…I wanna sit and listen to the rest of this song,” she mused.
“Whatever you say, boss.”
The table was half empty, two women you didn’t recognize and a guy you’d seen before on various jobs. He was portly with a kind face, practically jumping for joy when you placed the bottle on the table.
“Join us, have a drink!” he shouted and poured you a glass quickly, sliding it in front of you as you sat.
“I’m Betty,” the blonde girl to your left produced a perfect smile. “Isn’t this party just swanky? I’d love to get a look inside that house,” she sighed, sloshing the liquid in her glass before taking a sip.
“She means inside the bedroom, particularly,” the brunette piped up. She had quite a bit of rouge on, or perhaps she was just that drunk, you couldn’t quite tell. The waves of her hair pressed neatly against her oval face.
“Will you quit razzing me, already,” the blonde stuck her tongue out.
The source of the voice was none other than Saeyoung. He and two other men approached the table in earnest.
“Boss,” Anthony stood from his seat at once.
Saeyoung gave him a few enthusiastic taps on the cheek as a greeting.
“You haven’t come to say hi! Now I see why,” he laughed and winked at the ladies sitting in their seats, their bodies leaning in interest at the exchange.
Saeyoung snatched the glass from Anthony’s hand, draining the contents into his mouth with one solid gulp. He gave an immediate look of disgust, shaking his head as he placed the cup on the table.
“How can you drink this foot juice,” he pat the man’s broad back, “come on. I got the good stuff inside. You don’t mind if I steal him away, do you, ladies?”
“Rhatz! No…go ahead,” they both nodded despite their pouty expressions. They were clearly hoping to be invited.
“Excuse me, then,” Anthony remarked before being led off by the men.
Saeyoung tipped his hat to you before joining the other three in a laugh about something you hadn’t quite heard, their voices trailing as they made their way to the house. Something about the way that went made you feel cold. You’d never seen them interact much before. So, while everyone got lined up, occupied with giving their gifts to the happy couple, you decided to sneak off and see what they were up to. You couldn’t miss and opportunity to hear important information, and if anyone caught you, you’d just say you were looking for the powder room.
Sure you had seen them go around this exact corner, but the grounds among the house were vast and confusing. You’d been here less than a handful of times, and never were you allowed to just wander around V’s house. The sounds of the music and chatter faded more and more, until you found a door slightly ajar.
Your chest tightened with adrenaline and you stilled your breathing before peeking in the crack. The first thing you saw was Anthony, bloody faced and curled over on the floor, followed by a low hum of voices. A swift kick landed on his chest, the foot belonging to none other than Saeyoung.
“It’s just like I said,” Antony hacked between his words, “the c-cop is my neighbor…our…our daughters play together…that’s all,” his hand gripped at his chest and his large frame began to shiver with pain. “I don’t know n-nothin about-“
Saeyoung cut him off, bending down and grabbing Anthony by the collar.
“You know what I think? I think you’re a fucking liar. I think you know a lot of things, things you might have told that cop friend of yours. And I just can’t have that,” he puffed a heavy breath of air before bringing his fist down thrice on the side of the mans face. “You fucked with my money.”
It was a pain like no other creeping inside of you. Watching another person get beat, knowing it could be…should be you, instead. The guilt of it all was too much to handle. This man had a wife…a daughter. Sickness threatened to rise up and spill from your mouth.
Saeyoung pulled a gun, his fingers readying it with a harsh click. Piss soiled the front of Anthony’s pants, streams of pleading words jumbled together through tears. However, the gun pointed swiftly towards the door. Towards you. All you could manage was a gasp before the trigger was pulled.
The bullet blast through the door just above your head, raining shards of wood into your hair. After taking a moment to remember how to breathe, you kicked the door open, letting your rage take over.
“Did you seriously just fucking shoot at me?!” you let out an exasperated scream.
“Depends,” he stood up, dropping a now passed out Anthony back onto the floor and facing you with a calm expression, “did you seriously just fucking eavesdrop.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you said shakily.
“Relax,” he drew the word out in a joking manner, “it’s not like I hit you,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders.
“She’s right,” another man spoke up, “what if V heard…we’d be in a shit load of-“
“Ugh,” Saeyoung groaned, “you guys are too serious. No one heard, the music is too loud and they’re all drunk anyway.”
He nudged at Anthony with his foot, the body still limp and unmoving.
“Get him out of here and finish him, he smells like piss,” Saeyoung said.
The two men each carried an end, hastily removing him from the room. And then it was silent for a moment.
“Are you gunna keep staring at me or you gunna say what you wanna say?” Saeyoung broke the silence.
“You have blood on your sleeves,” you quietly pointed out.
Saeyoung inspected his arms. “So I do,” he rolled them up to conceal the stains before grabbing a towel to wipe his knuckles.
More silence hung heavy in the room.
“What if you’re wrong?”
“About?” Saeyoung replied curtly.
“Anthony. What if you’re wrong…won’t you feel bad?”
“Now why would I go and feel something like that?” he smiled quizzically.
“You can’t possibly be that cruel.”
“And how do you know what I’m like,” he threw the towel before turning to you. “One mans life means nothing in comparison to what we have built. I’ll do what I have to to keep us alive.”
“Even if that means killing the innocent?”
“Doll, none of us are innocent.”
That may be true, but it didn’t mean someone deserved to die. Laws are in place for a reason. The way they operated was barbaric, but of course you couldn’t say that. Not unless you wanted to end up in the same body bag as Anthony.
“You’re too trusting. That’s how you end up dead, don’t forget that. Why do you care so much how I feel, anyway?” Saeyoung asked, stepping a bit closer to you.
“I…I don’t know,” you admitted.
Why did you care? You had a desperate need to know he had some good in him. Something about his character drew you in. Sometimes, when you were together, you could even forget that you both were on opposing sides.
“Why are you here?” his voice was bold, his feet carrying him even closer to you.
“I don’t know,” you said once again.
His hand brushed the soft skin of your cheek, wiping at the rouge. “Are you stuck on me?”
His face softened and the corners of his mouth formed a small smile. He held still, waiting for you to say something, anything. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the rapid beating of your heart at his touch. The look on your face must have said it all.
Ever so slowly he pressed his lips against yours into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you didn’t pull away, each kiss became rougher, all the built up tension releasing into this single act. He pressed himself against you and you moaned softly, realizing you had wrapped your hands around his neck at some point and pulled him closer.
BLURB : years after the IT incident, the loser’s slowly drift apart due to a misunderstanding on eddie’s behalf. the misfits haven’t been the same since that summer. now eddie comes face to face with the mistake he made six months prior and his world gets turned upside down all because the losers didn’t try hard enough.
PAIRINGS : reddie
homophobia, depression, mentions of suicide
A/N If we want to be real legit i wrote this while listening to the 1975 and I think its one of the best things I’ve ever done so if you guys like it I’m doing a part two bc I want this to become a series maybe idk tell me what u think!
Eddie brought the pale blue inhaler up to his mouth with his
right hand, pushing the hard plastic between his lips and holding. He released
his grasp on the canister and took a deep breathe, feeling the medicine enter his
lungs, relief fell over him. He brought the dispenser away from his lips with an
exasperated sigh and glanced behind his shoulder.
“You’ve been smoking again Richie.” Eddie stated with a
slight quirk of his eyebrow. He could practically taste the nicotine in the air. He cast a quick look in Richie’s direction before
turning back to the book that rested in his other hand.
Eddie was not impressed.
Attached to Richie’s side was a barely conscious female. Eddie thought she was all
too skinny to be able to hold herself up right. What a perfect match for Richie
“What are you doing here, Ed’s?” Richie questioned. He had
long lost any form of character; his jokes were gone, his bad accents faded
away. To an outsider, which is what you would call Eddie nowadays, Richie was a
depthless human being void of any personality. He smoked too much and ran with
the wrong crowd. He was a mystery to all those around him and if you thought
you knew him you were wrong.
“Don’t call me that.” Eddie’s reply was hasty and subconscious.
He sat on the table top, impatiently waiting for the boy to leave, he eagerly anticipated
Bill’s own arrival, knowing that his appearance would send Richie away. None of
the Loser’s, if you could still call them that, had spoken to Richie in months.
They barely even spoken to each other, but they had all at least attempted to
keep in minimal contact.
All those expect Richie, who a few months back decided to
drop off the face of Earth never to be heard from until he resurfaced a few
months ago unconscious and laying in a hospital bed. Rumours spread like wild fire, majority claiming him he had
tried to O.D but just become another name added to the never ending list of unsuccessful suicide
He stopped talking to the Loser’s and prevented any of the six to
ever get closer enough to try. No one had ever found out the truth as to why the
boy had disappeared. He was see moping around town and barely attending school,
leeching off whichever drug addicted teenager could supply him with cigarettes. Richie had lost an extreme amount of weight which paired
with his tall, long limbed frame made Eddie want to vomit.
Deep down he missed
the boy a lot, he’d never tell him that because this Richie Tozier who stood present
in front of him with dark circles under his eyes and the forever lingering smell
of tobacco was not his Richie Tozier. As he stood in front of Eddie for the first time in five
months all the small boy wanted to do was hug him and never let go.
beyond pissed that it was now of all times that Richie made his presence in
Eddie’s life prominent again, after he left everything else fell apart. Eddie
blamed Richie for all of it and he was not too quick to forgive him.
Eddie was broken out of his thoughts by a loud cough. Gazing
in the direction of the noise, he locked eyes with Bill and noticed Stan trailing
on behind. His body instantly relaxed as he stood to greet his old friends.
Richie turned in his place and watched the interaction
between the three boys that he was hardly seen without during majority of his
childhood. Enduring all three original members of their little club in such proximity
to himself, was overwhelming to say the least. He could feel his face heating
up and his heart beat erratically, if he stayed any longer he thought he may just have
a panic attack.
So, he took one last glance at the teens who seem to be having
a mental conversation between one another, before pulling the sleeve of the ratty
blonde-haired girl and heading in the opposite direction.
Eddie glanced over to he now vacant spot where Richie once
stood. Repressing the guilty feeling that was creeping its way into his heart.
“W-what’d he w-want?” Bill asked, eyebrows frowning on
confusion as he starred at the side of Eddie’s face.
Eddie shrugged his shoulders
in response, his head shook slightly. “He didn’t get that far.” Eddie paused to look up at Stan,
swallowing a lump in his throat. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“I think it’s a bit late to ask that question, isn’t it?” Eddie
felt his hand shake, and if Bill or Stan had ever asked, he would’ve blamed it on the
wind for sending a chill down his spine. They all knew that would be a lie.
“What did I do wrong?” Eddie’s asks lowly, voice cracking through a sob, “What’d
we do wrong?” Bill set his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him into a side
hug. A sad smile playing on his lips, as he watches Eddie’s eyes glass over
using his peripheral vision.
He glanced at Stan who just shook his head in disappointment
before saying, “We just didn’t try hard enough.”
A/N I get too excited when I write I s2g I wasn’t gonna post this today. if yall want part two let me know!