Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.
Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.
When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.
They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.
Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.
Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.
Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.
“The thing is, the two of us have been down very similar roads. I mean, we were in the same cliques first. We both felt the same pressures, same expectations. Our parents were like children, and we both grew into kind of bad versions of ourselves way too fast. So I think you know I get it. They never really gave us a chance, did they - our parents? They didn’t know how. Look, the thing is, you made your dream happen, all right? And even though I didn’t quite get there, when it was taken away from me,I dealt with it alone. That was stupid, selfish and wrong. So if your mom tries to take your dream away from you and you feel that same pain I did I’ve sort of been there, okay? I’m gonna be kind of pissed off if you don’t come talk to me about it. Anyway, thank you for coming today. It means a lot. I know you didn’t know Quentin but it doesn’t surprise me that you’re thinking about other people when all this stuff is going on with you. That’s not bad for a girl who never had a chance.”
Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.
So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…
Before he had to go and continue packing his bag, he gave you a hug. Your hands went to the back of his head as you then started playing with his hair. 1. He had his crush in his arms and 2. You were also playing with his hair. That caused the hug to last way longer than intended. He had put his chin on your shoulder as he smiled in content.
Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me AT WORK
Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that. How creepy are we talking? You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.
Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend
Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?
Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so Boyfriend
Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.
Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover
Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.
Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.
Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?
* * *
(Wednesday, Feb 8)
Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.
Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE It smells like a rainforest My allergies are killing me Seriously. Why.
Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her? Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?
Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know
Bellamy: I’m helping! I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.
Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing
Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you? Some might consider us even now.
Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up
Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.
Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all
Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.
Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.
Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?
Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself Cause it’s on, Blake
Lance’s sleeping form remained unmoving as he was in the pod. He had been in there for two days already, and the team were starting to get impatient, especially Keith. He was currently sitting in front of the pod, chin propped in one hand while he drummed his fingers against the cold floor. His eyes never left Lance’s face. Keith heard footsteps approach behind him, but ignored them. “Keith.” Shiro sighed. “Come to dinner. You’ve already missed lunch and Lance isn’t going anywhere.” Keith shook his head, eyes never moving. “I’m not leaving him. Not again. What if he wakes up when I’m not here?” “Keith, you’re dead on your feet. If Lance comes out now, don’t you think he would be worried about you? You’ve haven’t slept at all, and you’ve been skipping meals. Get some rest and something to eat. You want to be able to stay awake when he is, right?” Keith stayed silent, knowing he couldn’t argue. With an aspirated sigh, he slowly stood up, knees popping with the action. Shiro smiled and place his hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go eat some dinner.” They both walked and joined the team who were already eating in the kitchen. The two sat down and began to dig in. After a few moments of silence, Coran practically skipped to table, relief and excitement bumbling out of him. “Good news everyone! I just checked Lance and according to my calculations, he should be out by today!” Allura set down her spoon and sighed in relief. “Good. Considering the injuries he sustained, he healed fairly quickly.” Hunk silently nodded. “I’ve never seen so much blood before..” Keith clenched around the fork in his hand, his mouth pressed in a thin line. His mind replayed the scene over and over again. It was something he could never forget. “There’s just one thing I don’t get.” Coran stated. “How did Lance know exactly what his injuries were?” Pidge looked up at this. “What I want to know is how he manage to hack into their system without breaking a sweat. It took him like two minutes tops.” “Not to mention that he spoke fluent Galran!” Coran added. Keith furrowed his brow. Hmm… “Hey, Hunk. Did Lance do anything..out of the ordinary at the Garrison?” Hunk shrugged his shoulders. “Not that I can think of. Though he spent a lot of time with Iverson and the other professors. He was always having meetings and sometimes ate lunch with them. Even the president and CEO over the Garrison.” Shiro raised an eyebrow at this. “What? Only highly skilled students with unique abilities spend that much time with the professors, especially the head president. Why was he at the Garrison for, what was he studying to be?” Hunk picked up his fork, using it as a toothpick and shrugged, nonchalant. “Every time I asked he always said he wanted to be a fighter pilot.” Pidge intervened. “Yeah, but when I would try to go into detail about it, he would quickly change the subject. It was like he was nervous or scared about something.” “Oh, I almost forgot!” Hunk exclaimed. “He would always carry around this notebook, and he was suuuuper protective over it. He would only show it to Iverson and the other teachers, but would never show it to me. Always said it was extra credit or something. Although one day when he was writing in it, a read one heading but had no idea what it meant. Before I could ask, he quickly shut it and got super defensive about it.” Keith spoke up. “What did it say?” “Oh uh, something like The Shada Plan and in small letters beside it it said revised.” Shiro started coughing, choking on his food. “Shiro!?” Shiro ignored them. “The Shada Plan?? The plan that was created specifically for the Kerberos mission? Why was he revising it? Hunk did you read anything else in his notebook?” Hunk twiddled his thumbs. “Umm, well there was this other time where he left his notebook opened when he went to use the bathroom, but all that was in it was a huge line of code. Like it took up almost two whole pages. When I asked Lance what it was, he was said it was just a little project he was working on, he was just fooling around. It had a weird name at the top of the page though. I think was Bex Klaus or Taylor Bex?” Pidge leap from her seat.“WHAT?? Are you telling me that Lance created THE Bex Taylor-Klaus code?!” Hunk arched his eyebrow. “Uhh..yeah?” “Guys do you know what this means??” The team looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. “Are you kidding me?! Lance, our Lance, created one of the most famous battle codes of all time! It’s used for technological warfare! You just have to enter the code, and it causes the host to destroy itself while sending the information right to you! It untraceable and you don’t even know it’s there before it’s too late! It was revolutionary in the technological world!” Pidge said incredulously. The team were at a loss for words, letting the information sink in. “So you mean to tell me,” Keith started slowly. “That’s Lance has created these plans and codes that have been very successful and famous. Plans and codes that only a genius could come up with?” Pidge could only nod. “So does this make Lance some sort of genius?” Allura questioned. Shiro shrugged. “There’s only one person who can answer our questions.” As if one cue, the team heard the familiar hissing of the pod opening.
“Can you do a tom holland x reader where toms really sad and stuff bc he hasnt seen his gf in a long time but he doesn’t know she’s flying out to see him bc she missed him too?? And she brings tess and it’s just a cute ass family reunion between the three :)”
GOOD LORD, I’M SO FUCKING SCARED TO POST THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S SHIT. I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW! SORRY!
One hundred and sixty-eight hours.
How Tom had managed that long without you was a mystery to him. Never had he ever dreamed to be away from you this long, or at all really but it was part of the job. He had to do what he had to do. He all but begged you to come with him and Harrison to Montreal but you couldn’t just leave your job indefinitely. He fully accepted and respected your decision, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you like all hell.
Week one of filming for ‘Chaos Walking’ had just wrapped, and he was so fucking exhausted. This was by far the hardest film he has ever shot, next to ‘The Impossible’. Tom was tired and all he wanted wanted was to curl up on the couch with you, watching Friends reruns on the telly.
He was lying in his bed after a particularly trying day of filming, you already had your nightly FaceTime session earlier but he still couldn’t sleep. He missed having you to curl up next to,.He turned over to his side and clicked open his phone, looks like he was going to have to spend some time on Instagram until he passed out from exhaustion.
It wasn’t a good enough distraction though. You were still ever present in his thoughts. Tom typed out a single text to you,
I miss you so so much, Y/N. I love you.
A succession of beeps coming from his phone diverted his attention. Tom raised the phone to his face to see your sleepy one staring back at him. Tears immediately began to flood his vision, he mentally cursed himself for losing his composure so quickly.
“Hi, my darling girl.” he rasped out. His eyes took the sight of you in through his phone screen, he cherished every detail.
You tried to stifle a yawn as you waved at him. “Hey, Tom. Is everything okay? Your text woke me up, I just wanted to see you and check in.” you said though you could barely keep your eyes open
Tom chuckled at how you were widening your eyes in an attempt to keep them focused on him. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just miss you.. Miss you a lot, Y/N.” In a matter of seconds, he broke down completely.
“God.. God, Y/N. I miss you, I miss you so much.” he cried
The sound of Tom crying completely woke you up as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water all over you. Clamoring alarm bells were going off inside your head while you watched Tom’s face twist in pain, he was moving to sit up, like if he stayed down any longer he would drown in his own tears.
“Tom..” you weakly trailed off. You hoped and prayed that the right words would come to you.
“Tom, I love you. I love you so much.” was all you managed to say as you began to choke up as well
You didn’t notice Tessa climb into bed next to you. Next thing you knew, she was licking away your tears.
“Tess! Tom, look who’s come to see you.” Focusing your camera on the both of you, you watched with a heavy heart as Tom held back more tears. Tessa began to whine as well.
“Oh, my beautiful girls. I miss you both so much. I’m sorry I woke you, love. I’m just having such a rough time without you.”
“I know. I miss you too, Tom. You know you can call me any time.”
You two continued to talk into the night (morning for you), he told you all about the set and the cast while you told him about your days at work. Most of the things you told each other, you already knew. You didn’t think this was your first time speaking in a week, did you? Hell no. The time you two spent apart were filled in with calls and texts, FaceTime was like a staple for your relationship.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Tom’s sleeping face, or at least the upper half of it. You two must’ve fallen asleep at some point, which was good, Tom was always telling you how tired he was. A groan left your lips as you stretched, it was almost time for you to get ready for work.
“I’ve got to go now, Tom.” you whispered, watching him stir as he slept. “I’ll text as I always do. I love you.”
“Mmm. I love you so much, Y/N.” he mumbled sleepily in reply
His groggy deep voice made you swoon all the way from across the pond. Very very reluctantly, you ended FaceTime and got up to start your day.
It was the middle of Tom’s second week in Montreal, he felt as if he’s already been there for months. Each and everyday he’d return to their temporary home, body aching, his reprieves being your texts and calls, FaceTime, Harrison making him food, and sleep. That being said, when you missed your regular FaceTime session before Tom went to bed, it worried him. He rang you close to about thirty times with no answer.
He tried to be understanding about it. Tom knew that sooner or later your current situation would begin to take its toll on the both of you so instead of trying you again, he just sent you a text saying that you must’ve fallen asleep but it was alright, he was just going to bed, and he loved you.
Though he said he was going to bed, the lack of seeing your face and hearing your voice made it close to impossible for him to get settled. He tossed and turned the entire night, well into the wee hours of the morning.
“Oh, fuck this.” he grumbled, flinging the blankets off his tired body. It was pointless, Harrison was set to wake him up in a few minutes anyway. Fuck sleep.
He blindly made his way through his dark room, stubbing his toe on the doorframe in the process. Tom let out a hearty string of curses that would make a sailor blush, and exited his room. Harrison wasn’t up yet so he just sat on the couch, checking his phone to see if you had finally replied.
Was he seeing things? Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that was making his eyes play tricks on him. He brought both hands up to his eyes palmed them gently, God he was so fucking tired. Although it soothed him a great deal, it still didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t replied to him, or texted or called. At all.
“You’re up early.”
The sound of Harrison’s voice did nothing to distract Tom from his worried thoughts about you, he bit on his thumbnail as he stared ahead.
“Tom?” Harrison walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder. The sudden contact shocked Tom, he looked at Harrison, confused.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t see you come in.” he said distractedly, shifting in his seat. Tom continued to bite on his nail, staring ahead.
“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked, heading back to kitchen area to cook breakfast
“Y/N hasn’t been answering my texts. She missed FaceTime last night.” he stated, rubbing his tired eyes
Harrison frowned, he thought it was rather odd, that wasn’t something you usually did. He kept that thought to himself though, he knew he shouldn’t stress Tom out before an even more stressful day.
“Well, I’m sure she has a good reason. When has Y/N ever let you down?”
“Right. You’re right.” Tom nodded firmly, trying to grasp at any reassurance he could get
You were fine, you were safe, and you surely had a good reason for not responding to his attempts to contact you.
“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” he kept nodding to himself. It was unsettling.
“Yes, I’m sure they are. Now would you stop nodding? You’re freaking me out a bit here.” Harrison teased, hoping Tom’s mood would improve
After breakfast and a shower, they both went out to set. Through the course of his day, in between takes, Tom couldn’t stop himself from obsessively checking his phone to see if you resurfaced from whatever hole it is you’ve crawled into. He became more and more agitated every time he saw your conversation the same as it was.
But being a consummate professional, Tom never let his agitation show up while he was doing a scene. That was a good thing for him professionally, but emotionally? Tom was just about ready to explode. It was a good thing they wrapped early that day.
“I’m going to the fucking airport.” he said, slamming the car door and driving off like a madman
“WHAT?!” Harrison exclaimed from next to him, holding onto the handles for dear life
“I’m going to pack, then the fucking airport, then I’m going the fuck home to Y/N. Something is wrong, I fucking know it.” Tom fumed, his vision had been painted a venomous red
The duo somehow managed to get back home in one piece, Tom immediately got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to wait for Harrison as he trudged up to their front door.
He all but hurled it open and went inside. Nothing but silence greeted him, it wasn’t like he was expecting something else though. But maybe he should have.
He took a step forward and felt something underneath his shoe, he looked down to see one of his trainers. How in the hell did that get there? Tom tried to think of every plausible explanation. His eyes widened in realisation. Tom ran outside, smacking into Harrison in the process.
“Jesus Christ!” Harrison exclaimed as he fell to the ground, Tom on top of him
Tom pushed off of his best friend and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Harrison. Harrison, there is an animal in the fucking house.” he hissed
“No.. No, you’re shitting me.” Harrison shook his head, dread beginning to invade his senses. His sky blue eyes darted from Tom’s frazzled face to the open door.
“I am not. I found one of my trainers by the door, I didn’t leave it there, I swear to you.”
Tom dropped his hands from Harrison’s shoulders and ran them through his cropped hair. “We’ve got to go inside and check it out.”
“Those are the exact words of everyone who’s ever died in a horror film, Tom.”
“Well this isn’t a film, buddy. It’s real life.” Tom grabbed a nearby stick off of the ground and flipped it around. Taking a deep breath, he stalked confidently to the house
“Yeah, and a fucking stick is going to fend of a bear.” Harrison muttered under his breath, staying close behind Tom
The wannabe Hardy Boys made their way through the quiet house, they checked the kitchen, the living room, and their backyard. Nothing was there. They thought they were in the clear, until they heard something scratching on the other side of Tom’s bedroom door.
“Alright, it’s been a nice run, mate. We’ve had fun and everything, done amazing things, seen amazing places.” Harrison told him as the scratching began to intensify, the door started to rattle against its hinges
By its own volition, the door swung open and Tom closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. The intruder lunged at him, tackled him to the ground and.. Licked his face?
Harrison let out a surprised laugh. Tom took it as his cue to open his eyes. Standing on his chest, was Tessa.
“Oh my God! Tess?!” Tom exclaimed once he realised who it was. He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a big hug
“God damn I wish I’d caught that on camera.” Harrison remarked
Tom sat up, Tessa still in his arms, he felt warm hands cover his eyes a second later. The way his heart beat faster gave it away.
“Surprise!” you yelled right next to his ear
He winced at the volume but at the same time, he felt so relieved to hear the sound of your voice. Tom let Tessa go and engulfed you in his arms. The familiar scent of your perfume invaded his senses, he breathed you in until he swore the room was spinning.
Tom pulled away to press his lips against yours, his eyes were shut tightly. Afraid that if he opened them once again, you would be gone.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tom.” you whispered, like you’d read his mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him again.
“I can’t believe you called me thirty-six times. I didn’t know you were a stage five clinger.” you said into the crook of his neck
Your boyfriend smiled, you couldn’t see the playful glint in his eye.
“Oh, I’ll show you a stage five clinger, darling.”
He flipped you over to the floor and latched onto you like a koala. Tom squeezed you until you could feel the air slowly leaving your lungs. You tried to laugh but Tom’s weight on you made it difficult, you hit him repeatedly. “TOM!! GET!! OFF!!”
“Tess! Get in here!” he called to Tessa, who was watching you, head tilted. But at Tom’s command, she came bounding over to you, yipping excitedly
Harrison stood by the doorway, snapping a picture of the two of you on the floor, Tom wrapped around you as you lay trapped under him, and Tessa with her tail wagging in the air. He posted it on his Instagram with the caption, “Family Reunion”
Please ma'am could I get a reddie where Eddie wears a crop top to school
i love this prompt so much thank u
+ richie wasn’t exactly the jealous type (at least, he didn’t show it)
+ but eddie most certainly was, and did. at first, he tried to be subtle of course, but after he saw one of the cheerleaders literally walk up to richie and slip her number in his back pocket, he threw his subtlety right out the window
+ here’s the thing, though. no matter how much eddie tried to explain it to him, richie just could not understand
+ “eds, babe, you know that i only have eyes for you.. who cares if people flirt with me? as long as i don’t flirt back, you have no reason to be jealous”
+ eddie didn’t exactly get hit on often. how could richie possibly understand when the only ‘affection’ he got, other than from his boyfriend, was closeted football players winking at him in the hallway?
+ you see, it was common knowledge that eddie kaspbrak was very gay, so a girl throwing herself at him was out of the question. but, he needed some way to show richie how much it sucked seeing girls swooning around him every day
+ so, eddie decided to take a different approach
+ in hindsight, yes, the plan was definitely stupid and no, he didn’t exactly think it through. but when he saw a white croptop in the boutique window that had ‘daddy’ written across it in red letters, he couldn’t help himself
+ when he walked into school that friday, wearing his signature short-shorts, his favorite fannypack, and a sweatshirt, all of the losers greeted him like they normally did
+ he chatted with them for a while, but when the bell rang for class, he kissed rich on the cheek, said a casual “see ya later, guys” to the group, took his sweatshirt off, and walked away
+ in that moment, 4 things happened simultaneously. 1. richie tozier’s brain short circuited- “holy shit guys did you see that are you fucking kidding me guys the shirt says daddy it says daddy what is happening” 2. ben, bill and stan’s jaws dropped to the floor 3. mike and bev both smirked and bev yelled “get it kaspbrak!” while mike wolf-whistled down the hall
+ but, the 4th and final thing is what made all of them freeze
+ 4. one of the aforementioned football players, the running back named brad to be exact, marched right up to eddie- “hey, kaspbrak!”
+ now, this situation could have had many different outcomes. all of the losers, even eddie for a moment, thought that eddie was definitely about to get his ass kicked or, at the very least, be verbally humiliated in front of the school
+ what they didn’t expect, was for brad to lean down and whisper right in eddie’s ear “meet me in the upstairs bathroom. 2:30. don’t be late” before winking and tugging down a bit on the front of the crop top so that it bounced back up and showed off eddie’s chest
+ this interaction most certainly snapped richie’s brain back into place, and had him running down the hall towards his boyfriend
+ he slammed eddie up against the nearest locker and - “i get it eds i totally get it i’m so sorry that i didn’t understand, please forgive me and come with me to the janitor’s closet right now because as much as i like that shirt on you, if it doesn’t come off in the next five seconds, i think i’m going to explode”
+ eddie never wore that shirt to school again, even though he wanted to so badly because having richie stare at him all day with those eyes and having him keep his arm around eddie’s waist whenever he could because “you’re mine eds, okay?”
+ and of course, richie looking at every guy that so much as breathed near eddie with eyes that the losers’ were convinced could definitely kill if he wanted them to, was a nice bonus
+ (eddie never wore that shirt to school again, but he wore it for richie at home for “special occasions only”)
Prompt: How about one where batsis goes on a solo mission and the
avengers arrested her because they didn’t know who she was and bat fam gets
worried because she hasn’t been back and Bruce sends Tim to get her
“You’re telling me that you want to break into Avengers
Tower and … what? Download all of the information on the Avengers?”
Bruce nods, “That’s exactly what I want you to do. They have
too many people on that team that could one day try and take over the world, I
need to know how to stop them.”
“And how am I supposed to get into a building that houses a
god, two super soldiers now, a Hulk, two assassins, and a genius? That’s not
even including their handler, Phil, who I have met and have a deep respect for”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Bruce lays a hand over your
shoulder before making his way to the Batmobile, “I need those files, Y/N. I’m
depending on you for this. Stark would expect me to go after the files, he
won’t expect you. There’s a gala in one week that I am invited to, that would
be the best time to strike, all of the Avengers are going to be in attendance.”
“Fine, I’ll start planning now”
Getting into Avengers Tower is surprisingly easy. There
aren’t any assassins, or even that many security guards in the building. It
isn’t until you’ve already gotten thought the servers firewall and are halfway
finished uploading the Avengers files that you notice something is wrong.
Those files do not
belong to you.
You let out a shriek (that you’ll deny later) when a voice
starts talking from the ceiling. “What the fuck!?”
You have not been
authorized by Sir to access these files.
“Who are you?”
I am JARVIS, I am the
artificial intelligence that runs Avengers Tower. I have already scanned you,
you are not a SHIELD agent, nor are you an employee of SI.
“And you’re just now confronting me? If you control the
whole building why didn’t you stop me sooner?”
I was curious as to
It sounds like the AI is amused, of course Stark would make
an AI with an attitude. “And now that you know what I’m doing, what are you
going to do?”
I have intercepted the
file uploads and blocked them. I have also shut down the room you are currently
in, have locked it, and informed Sir of your presence.
“Of fucking course
You will not have to
wait long, miss. The Avengers are on their way now.
Natasha Romanoff is the first one to reach you, and when she
starts to tie your hands behind your back you don’t even try and stop her. You
might be a vigilante in Gotham, but unlike your brothers and father, you know
when you’re outmatched. So instead of further injuring yourself, you quietly
submit to being tied up and gagged.
“JARVIS, who is she?”
I am currently running
a facial recognition scan now, Agent Romanoff
“Good, I’m going to take her to Interrogation Room 3. Tell
the others to meet us there”
Natasha marches you down several flights of stairs, and
through a steel door to an interrogation room.
“I’m going to take off the gag now, and you’re going to
answer my questions. Understand?” The gag is quickly pulled off. “Now who are
“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. I’ve always looked
up to you, you know? I mean you survived the Red Room, the Soviets, even the
Winter Soldier. And what happened in Budapest! You and Mr. Barton were amazing
there! I didn’t think you guys were gonna come out alive …”
A knife presses against your throat, leaving a shallow cut,
“How do you know about any of that? Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?”
The door slams open, “Agent Romanoff! Put that away, and
“Now, Agent Romanoff”
The knife quickly pulls away from your throat, a thin
trickle of blood left in its place, but you don’t pay much attention to it.
Instead you twist around and throw a grin at the older man, “Hey, Phil, it’s
been a while”
“Ms. Wayne, I can’t say that I am glad to see you. According
to the report JARVIS gave me, you were attempting to upload the personal files
for all of the Avengers. I assume that your father was the one to send you?”
“Yeah, Dad said something about needing to have a plan for
if anyone here went evil, he wants to know how to kill them. You know my father
likes his plans”
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get you out of this mess.
The transgression did not happen on SHIELD soil. The Avengers will decide what
they want to do with you”
“So … I get to meet everyone?”
Phil lets out a chuckle, “Yes, you will be able to meet the
rest of the Avengers, however these aren’t the best circumstances to meet them
“You really think dad would let me meet them any other way?
This is probably the only time I’m gonna get to meet the Winter Soldier”
“The other Avengers won’t be happy with what you did. It was
a complete violation of their privacy. Even if I put in a good word for you, I
don’t know if they will listen to me”
“It’s fine. Even if they decide to torture me, I’ll be
alright. I mean I’ve probably had worse from the Joker and from the al Ghul’s.”
Before Phil can answer, the door once again opens and Tony
Stark steps through, “You can hold off on that facial recognition scan, JARVIS.
I know who this is”
“Hello, Y/N” He spins the chair around and plops down on it,
straddling the back of it, “I can’t say I’m happy to see you though”
“I know, I hate that I had to do this, but you know my
father, he’s not someone you say no to”
“Natasha, will you untie her?”
“Not until you tell me who she is, and what we are going to
do with her” Natasha crosses her arms, knife still help tightly in one hand.
“All I’ve gathered is that both you and Phil know who she is, and that she was
attempting to steal our personal files.”
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N Wayne.”
Phil sighs quietly, “She is also known as the Sparrow, the
one who managed to get Red Hood to stop unnecessarily killing, she is also SHIELDs
contact in Gotham, and she is the liaison between SHIELD and the JLA”
“How have I never met her then?”
“It was considered a conflict of interest for me to meet the
Avengers because I am already in the JLA. Of course, my father doesn’t give a
damn that I’ve possibly just ruined the relationship between SHIELD and the
JLA, all he cares about is being able to stop you if any of you decide to go
“He thinks that he’ll be able to stop any of us?”
You shrug as much as you can with your arms still bound, “No
idea, I don’t try to understand his way of thinking. Phil,” You tilt back,
trying to make eye contact with the agent, “You know he’s going to send one of
my brothers after me. I don’t want them hurt”
“I’ll warn everyone, don’t worry. Now, Natasha, if you’ll
untie Y/N and bring her to the common room. We can await the arrival of one of
Y/N’s brothers there. In the meantime, you all can ask her any questions you’d
“So you’re telling me that Bruce Wayne is Batman, one of
your brothers has come back from the dead, you aren’t allowed to kill any of
the villains that have taken hundreds of lives, and that you were once a part
of the League of Assassins. Am I missing anything?”
“Yeah, I once stopped Superman and Superboy when they were
mind controlled, and I work as Lex Luthor’s assistant and help him curb his
homicidal tendencies … I’ve also time travelled before”
Steve Rogers puts his head in his hands, “Of course you
have. Is there anything else?”
“Nope” You glance around the common room, locking eyes with
Bruce Banner, “Can you turn into the Hulk? I’d really like to see him again.”
“I met him once, about a year after you left America, he
saved my life. I had just blown up one of the League of Assassins compounds and
didn’t get out in time, I was trapped under rubble. I had accepted the fact
that I was going to die there when a huge green hand smashed through the rubble
and dragged me out. Hulk left before I could even say thank you”
“I don’t remember that”
You flash a brief smile, “I’m not surprised, I did some
research on you after that. You don’t remember 85% of what happens when you’re
the Hulk, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct, how did you …?”
“I have a lot of connections, Dr. Banner. Who do you think
was the one that got General Ross to leave you alone once you came back to
Bruce’s eyes go wide, “You … you … how?”
“I have some friends in high places that owed me a favor or
two, they cracked down hard on Ross, forced him to stop hunting you. SHIELD
tried to get him to stop, but even though they’re a top secret government
organization they didn’t have enough leverage to get thing’s done”
It takes Bruce a minute or two to speak after that, “Thank
you, that means a lot that you’d do something like that”
“He saved my life, it’s the least I could do”
“So, Phil, how do you know Y/N?” Clint drops down from the
vent opening, perching on the arm of the couch.
“Phil and I met while he was in Tahiti, after the Chitauri
“Why were you in Tahiti?”
“I was captured by the al Ghul’s and tortured for 4 months.
By the time my family found me I was almost dead. SHILED sent me there to heal,
like they did with Phil. We’ve run into each other a few times after that, but
that was where we met”
Phil rolls his eyes, “Y/N refused to stay in her hospital
room and constantly snuck into mine while we healed. I wasn’t allowed out of
bed for several weeks, and every day Y/N would limp into my room to keep me
“Phil’s someone I consider a good friend now”
Clint sticks his bottom lip out, pouting at his handler,
“How come I never heard of her? We could have been BirdBros!”
“I’ve been begging Phil for years to let me meet you guys,
but he kept saying that it was a ‘conflict of interest’ but I just think that
he didn’t want to deal with the paperwork”
Phil raised one eyebrow, “Unfortunately it seems that I
wasn’t able to keep you two apart, and now I dread the mayhem that you will cause.”
“Mayhem will have to wait until after my brother’s
inevitable rescue attempt”
Surprisingly it’s Tim that was sent to rescue you. The
Avengers had put you back into the interrogation room, and were all watching
from the control room.
“Hey, Red. I thought you were off with the Titans this week.”
“B called me in, said that you needed to be rescued, and
some files needed to be retrieved”
“I’m sorry, babybird, but we won’t be getting those files
Tim smirks, “They don’t even know I’m here …”
The speaker crackles to life, “Unfortunately, kid, we do
know you’re here and your sister’s right, you won’t be getting access to those
“Sorry, Red, they kinda set up a trap to catch all of us
birds. They knew that someone would come for me, and now someone will come for
the both of us.”
Tim sighs, “Do we have to stay in this room the whole time?”
The door opens and Tony steps in, “Of course you won’t. It’s
team bonding night, so movies and snacks. I’ll even let you call your other
brothers so they can get in on the action.”
“We’re going to have a sleepover with the Avengers?”
You chuckle, “It looks like it, babybird, it looks like it”
A/N: Hello again!!! So this one is a bit shorter than the last one but I’m so excited for this to ready for you guys to see it!! It’s spooky season and I am so ready for it and I wanted a halloween themed fic so here it is!! I hope you enjoy!! And of course, thank you to @spideyparkerimagines and @teatimewrites for the lovely help you two were while I was writing!!
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 1310
Tips: Bold and Italic and (Y/N) and just italic are peter
“Peter, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Ned, how can this not be a good idea?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe because you’re wearing your Spider-Man suit to a halloween party. What happened to ‘It’s not a party trick’?”
Batboy Headcanons Approaching Reader Love Interest
So, what’s it like when you’ve become the romantic focus of
a bat boy? Who knows. These are my attempts to paint that glorious scenario for
myself and all of you wonderful scrubs.
-Richard Grayson flirts with anyone, everyone, and
everything. He is bold and playful by
nature, and so tosses out frisky comments with the silly abandon that we all
find so nettlesome and endearing.
-Early on, he realized that communicating genuine interest
through casual flirtation was not the way to go. It took ages to convince a person to take you seriously when you, yourself,
are rarely serious. And so, he sobers his behavior when the two of you are
alone. He is still goofy and sweet, but he’s not all puns, winks, and
-He sits close to you. He takes every opportunity to touch
you. Your hair. Your arms. Your hands. Every opportunity.
-He offers to help you with things. Usually domestic things.
Do you need someone to walk you through the parking garage? Got it. He picked
up enough at the market to make supper for two. You interested? Do you need
someone to carry that heavy basket of laundry up the apartment stairs? He’s
-Building a trusting rapport and then bluntly stating that
he is very attracted to you and would like to see you is generally what’s going
to happen. He’s not shy. He’s also not a noob where relation-date-ship things
-You’re in good hands.
-In life, Jason’s general practice has been to throw back as
much sass and crazy as he can muster, one sarcastic mouthful at a time. He
flirts the same way. He goes for less crazy and more raw, vivacious sex appeal,
but it rarely comes through.
-Instead he bombards you with eccentric comments that dance
between flattering and downright horrifying.
“No eyes are as beautiful as yours, Doll.”
the only choice I have left is to touch myself while thinking of those lovely
joggers you’re in.”
“I love the sound of your breathing.”
“Brains on top of all that beauty?! How did I
get so lucky?”
stay and watch if you like.”
“Jason, you’re washing dishes.”
know you wanna’ see…” *Soaps sponge seductively*
-Jason, upon deciding that he’d like to keep you around, speaks
to you as though you are already in a relationship. All of the dolls, baby-s,
and sweethearts he can pass your way plus winking.
-Winking left and right. You wondered if he wore contacts
and whether or not the left one was like…perpetually dry or something, but then
you realized no. No, he’s just kind of an idiot, and you start winking back.
-The first time you do, he releases a startled bark of
laughter, and then begs you to do it again.
-That’s basically your entire relationship. When you return
even the quirkiest, most ludicrous gestures of affection, Jason acts as if you’ve
put the moon in his palm.
-He wins you over by acting like a total ham until enough
general affection has cultivated to take him up on one of his many offers.
-Upon realizing that he cares for you as more than a friend,
Tim will give you all of his spare time. There’s not much, he’s a real busy guy
what with the tech company and the Robin-ing, but all that he’s got is yours.
-He likes to be in your space. You’ve never seen his place
because he is so massively eager to be in your house. Like, you have such good
taste. You make the best out of Gotham’s cramped apartments. Your color schemes
are soothing, and your house smells like expensive candles.
-He does things that are just so sweet. He brushes and
braids your hair. He cleans. He picks up your cat from the vet.
-He also fails to make any real passes at you. It’s just an
act of neglect on his part. The choice is already made in his mind, and he is
just so caught up in his infatuation and enjoyment of your company that he
doesn’t think to double-check your attraction?
-When this is shared after some questioning, you find it
both endearing and somewhat concerning.
-He is very hot and cold. He flips between sending a cordial
text every few days to basically living with you for a week at a time. Like,
are you friends with an intimate connotation or is he your boyfriend? Isn’t a
boyfriend just an awesome friend with intimate connotations?
What’s going on?
-He falls asleep on your couch, gangly legs all stretched
out and laptop still balanced on his tummy.
-You’ve got to keep him.
-You eventually ask if he’d like to be in a relationship
with you. He responds from your couch, cat curled in his lap, with a concerned,
“Are we not already together?”
-You shrug, and nod.
(Obviously much older) Damian:
-So formal. So stilted.
-The guy comes across as like an elitist prick who
mansplains over anyone that dares to respond to a lecture prompt. It is
understandable then, that you assume he stops acknowledging your existence after given opportunities to argue in class have ended.
-Boy, howdy. It is
a shock when he helps you out of your desk by looming over your person until
you take his offered hand. When he asks you to accompany him to a charity
function his father is putting on, you nod numbly, already having astral
projected out of your body for the sheer abnormality of the entire situation.
-There is something very old world about dating Damian
Wayne. An aspect of which may very well be that Damian does not refer to your
dating as dating, but rather “courting.”
-The dates he plans are very active and usually quite
competitive. There is rarely time allotted for getting to know one another, as
the both of you are too goddamn busy trying to absolutely destroy each other in
every given arena.
-You don’t know why you keep agreeing to meet with him. Did
you enjoy losing in racket ball? No. No, you did not.
-Are you going to meet with him next week?
-Yes. Yes, you are.
-You rationalize that you are only eager for an opportunity to beat him at something and not, certainly not, to watch the incredulous grin tug at that corner of his mouth when you get a point up.
You leaned forward, gripping your toes, as you stretched out your legs on the cool gymnasium floor. You admired your new all black Nike’s, a Christmas present from Ethan last year that you hadn’t put to much use until now. You pushed down on the floor and propped yourself up to your feet, wiping any chalk and dust off your hands along the way. You looked around the empty room thankful that you had it all to yourself today. You let out a anxious sigh as your eyes scanned over all the machines, weights, exercise balls and other various equipment you didn’t know how to use. You could still remember Ethan’s eyes lighting up when you had told him you wanted to start working out and even more so when you suggested he train you.
“Getting to see my girlfriend in some sexy spandex shorts? How could I say no?”
Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 2,990
You were driving for good 30 minutes, not daring to slow down, hoping they’re not following you. After circling around you finally reached your destination. You rested your head against the steering wheel and sighed. You did it this time. You got out of the car with your equipment and went to the door. You started knocking on it, louder with every bang until they finally opened.
“Y/N?” Yixing asked in a husky voice, you probably just woke him up. You brushed past him, throwing your stuff on the floor and went to the nightstand, taking his car keys.
“I need to use your garage, can you take your car out?” you asked, giving them to him.
“You come here so early and start ordering me around? Why do you think you are?” he crossed his hands on his chest. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be watching him?”
“I screwed up, okay? He has my phone. I need to block it before he finds out anything but my car can’t be seen in the streets either.”
“Were you followed?”
“I’m not sure…”
“And you still came here?” he spoke louder, clearly getting angrier and annoyed. “If you mess things up for me…”
“I won’t. I promise,” you put your hands together like in a prayer, hoping he will help you out. “I lost contact with the HQ, you’re the only other agent in this area.”
“Ugh, fine,” he took the keys and went outside. “Don’t blame me if I don’t park it the right way.”
“If you as much as scratch her!” you shouted after him but he had already left. Trusting he won’t take it out on your car, you shuffled around and picked up one of the many tablets from the floor filled with tons of tech and electrical devices. If Sehun manages to get into your phone, he can easily track you as well. Somehow turning off that phone is your top priority. It won’t be easy though, seeing how protected they were. You took your laptop out as well and checked the cameras. Off. Of course. What were you expecting? In a company with security like that, it’s strange he didn’t notice them sooner. Or could it be he did it on purpose?
Yixing was supposed to watch over you and was only an emergency contact but since this got slightly out of your hands, you had no other choice. Your phone was connected to his place, so you should be able to at least see where it is from Yixings’ tablets. You glanced at the screen Great. It’s right there where you thought it would be. Sehun’s workplace. You sighed in frustration and opened up the program that should let you take over. You started typing the codes in when the screen flashed and everything disappeared. ‘No signal’ appeared on the black screen.
“Fuck,” you shouted, smashing the tablet on the floor.
“Hey now! That’s expensive stuff you’re breaking!” Yixing said as soon as he came in.
“He cut me off,” you hissed.
“Shit,” it seemed he was just as surprised to hear this as you were. “Do you think he?..”
“I don’t know,” you spoke before he could finish. He went to the table and pushed piles of papers and documents off. He sat down in his chair and turned his computers on.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to tell this to HQ.”
“But I can fix this! If you tell them I could lose my position! I have nothing besides this,” you slumped down on his bed. “I have been trained for this my whole life… I don’t know how to live a normal one…” you whispered.
Yixing looked at you with a worried expression before he stood up.
“You know what will happen if you don’t report this…”
And at that moment you’re computer beamed up. You got a message. You quickly ran to it and opened it up. It was HQ. It seemed they always knew what you were up to. Like they were watching. You read past the few short sentences over and over before you turned to Yixing.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“They’re giving me ten days.”
“To finish the job,” you answered.
“Are you serious? You have been watching him for more than a month and they expect you to wrap things up in ten days?”
“I have to do this.”
“Or what?” you paused for a while, before speaking again.
“They will kill me. They don’t need a spy who can’t even do it’s job right.”
“They won’t actually do it, will they? You’re the best one out there, they made you this way!” you saw how angry he became with each second you two talked about this.
“Actually…” you started. “They won’t be the ones to kill me. You will have to do it.”
“What?” he pushed you away and took your laptop from your hands, to read the letter. “Because I’m supposed to be the one who watches over you and controls your movements? That’s exactly the reason why I could never do it!”
He looked at you and his eyes narrowed. He picked you up and carried you to the bed. You were about to protest when he took out his med kit from underneath it.
“You’re hurt,” he said ripping, a piece of bloody cloth from your back. You hissed from the touch of his cold fingers and quickly jumped up. You turned your back to the mirror. Your shoulder was bleeding badly. Sehun probably scraped you with the bullets he fired at you before. From all of this adrenaline rush and panic you didn’t even feel the pain, much less noticed it. That asshole. Yixing sat you down on the bed and started patching you up.
“It doesn’t seem too bad,” he said. “At least you won’t need stitches.”
You bit down on your lower lip. Something you used to do whenever you were nervous. Which didn’t happen often because you have never messed up before you met Sehun.
“What are you planning?” Yixing asked.
“I’m going back,” you said and he started laughing.
“To do what exactly?”
“I’m getting that phone back! Besides he already knows my face so now I can approach him for info head on. Use whatever means possible to get this over with.”
You stood up, put your jacket on and started gathering your things again.
“Do you have any spare vehicles?”
“You can take my motorcycle,” he sighed.
You went to the door and turned back for the last time.
“Yixing, promise me one thing. If push comes to shove. Kill me. I would rather it was you than anyone else.”
A few hours earlier
I spun her phone around in my hand. Maybe I shouldn’t have let her go but I know she will come get it sooner or later. Too bad this was not only multiple passwords protected but also needed a fingerprint.
“You wanted to talk?” Jongdae asked, as he walked in. I threw him the phone and he just barely managed to catch it. He looked at it.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“Can you unlock it? She mentioned a code of some sort 7040589. Maybe that will help you out?”
“Is that where you actually were during the board meeting? You actually went after her?”
“I got bored. I thought it would be nice to at least say hi,” I shrugged.
“And how did that turn out for you? Because I remember you saying she stood you up,” he laughed.
“It takes time,” I said coming to the front of my table and leaning on it. “You can’t get a girl to like you in a day.”
“In a day? How long would it take you then, huh?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked at me before he continued. “Anyway, we should just catch her and finally find out her true motives. Isn’t she from ‘Anexis’? I have no idea why is Junmyeon delaying it for so long…”
“She is and I’m sure he has his reasons but she was watching me only and I must say I got pretty fed up with her being on my tail all the time and that’s one of the reasons I took action.”
“The others have to know.”
“But you won’t tell them, will you?”
We had a silent stare down before he sighed and finally gave in.
“I will help you with this,” he said, lifting the phone up. “But after that you’re on your own until you tell them.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I smiled and took a seat in my office chair again. “Oh Jongdae,” I shouted after him before he exited.
“What else?” he asked, annoyed.
“I think I could get her in ten days,” I smirked. He looked at me in surprise for a few moments before he chuckled.
“Whatever you say…”
I leaned my head back and looked at the spot she was usually hiding at. Only a few of my men were still searching the roof for any more clues. She was not there. Of course she wouldn’t be there, she’s too smart for this. I like this game we’re playing. We will see who gets who first.
You lied. It was actually a really big disadvantage that now he knew what you looked like. You can’t just waltz into his office like nothing happened. That’s why you hijacked this cleaning company’s van. How convenient that they came to clean the building at this hour. You undressed one of the men quickly and put on his uniform. Taking the tools, you looked around and got out of the van. The guard at the door let you in easily not even looking at the photo on the ID. Lucky you. Now you only need to get to the roof. You noticed from the outside that there was practically no lights on in the building, including his office. It was on the 4thfloor from the top. You didn’t want to draw any suspicion going through the doors that will probably be locked anyway and decided that the other easiest way would be through the window. You threw the disguise you wore aside as soon as a strong gust of wind welcomed you to the roof. You took the rope out and secured it to a metal pipe. You slowly went to the edge and breathed out. You have been on higher places. Doesn’t mean this will be any easier. You gripped the rope tightly, checking for the last time if it was fastened enough and began descending, the darkness of the night covering you. Once you reached his floor you saw the ever familiar desk and chair you have been watching through your scope all this time. You thought about doing this quietly and just cutting out a piece of the window but time was not on your side and you decided to just smash it open. You prepped yourself up and bounced of the window, flying back with as much force as possible. After a few kicks you were finally in, you rolled over avoiding the shards and then quickly stood up. You unlocked yourself from the rope and let it dangle outside while you looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet. You ripped open the locked drawer you remembered he put something in, the last time you watched him. Everything that you needed was inside. A bunch of business plans, weapons, drugs, human imports and exports. Not a simple company after all but they must be real good at this, to hide all of it so well. You should have done this sooner. You spread the papers around, taking ever little detail in, in case something happened and you can’t take them with you. After all, you had a good visual memory, a must for a job like yours. You took out the last folder in the drawer and opened it. It had ‘ANEXIS’ printed on it in bold letters with a confidential stamp on it. What the heck? Why would something like this be here?
“I thought you were looking for this,” you looked up to see the same smug grin from before, approaching the table. He was holding your phone. “Or did you already found what you wanted?” he said, glancing at the papers. In a rush you jumped over the table in an attempt to get your phone back but he evaded you quite easily.
“I knew you would visit. After all I did tell you to come get whatever you want,” he smirked. You clenched your fists and went for his stomach but he caught your hand midway.
“Why so aggressive, dear? I never said I won’t give it back to you,” but you didn’t listen, instead swung your leg at him which he jumped over and took a few steps back, resting against a glass bookcase. You punched the shelf near his face, missing him by a centimetre but breaking the glass in the process. He was better at this then you thought.
“Sehun, what the hell are you doing in here? What’s up with that noise?” another young man walked in through the door and froze in his spot. It was dark but his eyes soon adjusted so he could see the two of you.
“Ah Jongin! Meet-“ Sehun started but you knew if one of them walked in, there are probably more. No use staying here any longer. You ran to opening you made in the window just recently and grabbed onto the rope when Sehun pulled you inside, tugging on it with such force he ripped it off. You watched it fell down to the bottom of the building, as cars alarm’s began ringing, weight like this falling from so high up will do more than just bent your roof. He pushed you to the window but you braced against the glass that was still left with both your legs and your arms. The sharp glass digging into your skin even through your gear.
“Still want to jump? Go ahead,” he mocked. You broke off one of the pieces from the broken window and slashed against his chest but not enough to draw blood. You got yourself in a pretty tricky situation again.
“Dangerous. I like that,” was all he said.
The two men began circling around you. You needed to get rid of the one who just came in first and with all your force you pushed him into the wall, smacking his head against it, hoping he passed out. You turned back to Sehun and switched the glass piece to your other hand. You attacked him straight on, evading his fists the best you could but missing the one directed at your stomach. You fell down to your knees and coughed. It was not everyday someone actually managed to land a blow on you.
“Sorry dear,” he said, coming over. You waited till he was close enough and aimed the shard at his abdomen but he put his hand right in front of it at the last second, saving himself from the deadly blow but the force was so strong it went right through it.
“Ahh fuck,” he shouted, hitting the wall. He gripped the shard and pulled it out from his hand in one go, blood started gushing out from the open wound. You smirked. He won’t be using that hand for a while. You bent down and picked another piece of broken glass, this one was way smaller, but at least there were plenty of them around for you to use. You slowly came up to him. Enjoying the feeling of finally having advantage over him.
“Give it back,” you spoke, aiming the shard to his face. “Or there goes your eye,” you said, now only a step away from him. He chuckled and pretended to pull the phone out from his pocket, when all of a sudden he smacked the sharp piece away and pulled your body to him, your hands on his chest. How he still had so much strength was beyond you. You stirred in his grip trying to get away.
“Now what?” you mocked.
“Now this,” he said, getting a hold of your chin with his healthy hand and roughly clashing his hot lips with yours. You could take in his air as he licked them and nibbled on your bottom one afterwards. You were so shocked you only pushed him away when he grinned against your mouth.
“What the heck are you doing?” you shouted, free from his grasp.
“Distraction,” he smirked and you barely noticed the man, you thought you dealt with before, swing something over your head. You fell to the ground. You could feel the blood dripping down your forehead. Sehun was at your side in seconds. He got your hands behind your back, his knee pressing into you hard and it felt like he will snap your spine in half any minute now. You winced in pain.
“Two against one is not a very fair fight,” you breathed out, a small teasing smile playing on your lips.
“And since when do we play fair? It’s more interesting if you do things dirty from time to time,” he said, tracing the skin on your neck with his fingers. “I’m sorry dear but I never thought you will be the type to like it rough,” he whispered into your ear, his voice dark and low. “And I never wanted for it to end up this way,” he said, now louder. “But you gave me no other choice…”
He pulled you up by the hair and smacked your head against the floor, knocking you out.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” you heard him coo before you passed out.
9 DAYS LEFT
A/N: Ahhh I hate when I have to reupload. Anyway, I have decided to turn this one into a series!! And you know what? I even planned out the story from the beginning to the end, something that happens as often as a lunar eclipse 😂 I’m proud of myself 😂 So I guess look forward to the other parts~~
They shy characters do nothing for me except serve to annoy me. The manga and anime made me dislike her not to mention her stans. They try to claim that she "supported" him from day one but she never actually talked to him I don't care if she's shy she could have mustered up some confidence to actually TALK to Naruto when he was younger even if she stuttered when talking to him it's the effort that counts but no she gets credit for just standing from behind a tree & that automatically = support
[Long post ahead]
I feel like this issue in particular needs a longer answer than just a simple statement of agreement. Because yes, I agree with that. The reason being, that people like Sakura get bashed and thrown under the bus for supposedly not supporting Naruto even though she’s in the top three of his most loyal supporters. In terms of support being shown on panel, I would even go as far as saying Sakura did the most. And I do not appreciate the fact that characters like Sakura, Tsunade, Iruka and Gaara get ignored or even bashed while Hinata gets praised to all heavens by the fandom. The Naruto fandom is extremely selective and biased.
Kishi has stated in an interview that Hinata has been supporting Naruto from the shadows since the start. Notice how he says ‘from the shadows’. It confirms what we critical thinkers have been saying for years. Hinata may have been supportive of Naruto in her mind since the beginning, but it did nothing for Naruto, it did not help him at all during his early childhood. It’s no different from people ignoring him or being mean to him because in his mind she was just one of those who ignored him. I would even say that by admiring Naruto from afar for his strength and optimism, all while not being confident/strong enough to voice those beliefs to him to sooth his pain and give him back what she got from him through watching him, she was supporting herself more than Naruto. Support is not support when the person who needs to be supported isn’t actually aware of it and doesn’t gain anything positive from it.
So up until the moment Hinata tries to make Naruto copy from her test in the chunin exams, she hasn’t supported him on panel at all.
And this gets confirmed by the many instances Naruto remembers his past in flashbacks and the reader gets to see how he got from being alone and sad to being with Iruka and then with team 7. All the others AND Hinata come after that. Not before. Most famous example being this page:
This is also proven by Hinata’s first appearance in the manga, when Naruto calls her weird. He has no recollection of her supporting him or being nice to him in a significant way. And that’s despite the fact that Hinata knew how Naruto had been treated by the villagers, as shown during Naruto’s fight with Kiba when it’s shown in a flashback from Hinata’s POV. Once again she doesn’t voice those thoughts though. After the fight she gives him some ointment for his wounds.
The first time Hinata actually supports Naruto openly that could have or had a positive effect on him was during her ‘Proud failure’ speech. She helps Naruto believe in himself. And he thanks her for that.
We won’t see her support him again for a while. In fact, not until her confession during the Pain invasion. And even there, she calls herself selfish and does not actually voice support for him, she just confesses and gets hurt by Pain.
Later on, she tries supporting him through giving it her all in the war and helping him snap out of depression after Neji’s death. If I missed something, feel free to correct me.
Now, moving on to Sakura. When Sakura gets first introduced in chapter 3, she’s rude to Naruto who seems to like her very much. She even goes as far as to say he has it great with no parents scolding him and that this is why he does childish stuff a lot. However, she changes her mind in the very same chapter and vows to be kinder to Naruto from now on, with Sasuke being the catalyst for that change.
A few chapters later we see her share her meal with him.
Ah. You know what, let me try to find every moment she has helped him and/or supported him and his dream. Without me talking in between.
How did you come across/get ankhou? Hes such a wonderful bird and it really goes to show how feral pigeons are domestic birds!
Some of my long time followers know that, on top of raising show birds and fostering rescues, I am the Columbidae specialist at the service of Highland Animal Hospital’s wildlife rehab team.
I have been rehabbing orphaned mourning doves and feral pigeons for them for the last three or four years.
Out of ten total mourning doves, I have successfully returned eight to the wild. ^v^
I don’t release feral pigeons, though. That’s like dumping a stray puppy back into the street after bottle feeding it to the point of weaning.
Feral pigeon peeps are hand reared, socialized, medicated, and paired up with new homes.
Some kind soul found naked, emaciated, 4-week-old Ankhou in a parking lot, running circles around a street light, crying at the top of his lungs to frightened, agitated parents who were not capable of getting him off the ground to safety.
For reference, this is 3-week-old 1079.
And here is 5-week-old Shadow.
This is 4-week-old Ankhou, the day he came in with a 2-week-old mourning dove child.
Here he is later the same day, with a full crop bigger than he is. Probably the first time in his life he’d ever been full.
You can clearly see his keel bone behind it with almost NO muscle development.
He was SO emaciated that his body had to prioritize growing muscle over growing feathers because there was just *not* enough fuel to grow them both.
Here he is a week later, the same age as Shadow in the photo above, but just *that* stunted by malnutrition.
It took him 6 MONTHS to get his big boy feathers!
I spend a few hours cuddling him every day because young pigeons suffer touch starvation and genuinely *need* to be cuddled.
One night, nestled in the crook of my arm, dead to the world asleep, he started shaking and crying.
Pigeon children make four noises: the hungry cry, the lonely/cold cry (I specify because the same cry will be used by a warm peep in an incubator who wants to be touched), the honk of frustration, and the call for help.
Ankhou was trembling in my arms and calling for help in his sleep.
And he didn’t stop until I hugged him and set my chin on top of him.
That little pigeon child had already been through hell.
He is TERRIFIED of the sounds of thunder and rain! He will come into the bed room like a toddler and want to sleep with me when it’s storming.
And this week, with all the storms going through, he has done his VERY damnedest to be brave and reassure me that it was ok, rather than beg for reassurance.
He’s growing up.
I don’t know what he saw, or how many people left him in that parking lot before some one took pity on him.
I don’t know how many little pigeons just like him have just died hungry.
It is a miracle that he lived long enough to come to me.
And as important as stability is to the mental health of pigeons, and as closely as he bonded to me, there was just no way in hell we could give him up.
And then Ankhou taught HIMSELF to be my alert bird!
If I don’t have family or friends with me, I can’t function in public without Ankhou to warn me before I stress into nonverbal shut down, prevent it from getting that bad, or snapping me out of it if it still happens.
Now that I’m on insulin and have to take meds and eat at a specific time, he’s decided to be my alarm clock too.
He is amazing.
And despite DECADES of raising and loving all kinds of pets, I *NEVER* could have imagined loving a nonhuman SO much.
Hi, first off, hope you're having a nice day and sorry in advance if this question is worded badly I was wondering if you could discuss landing jumps because I've heard a lot of commentators say that Shoma Uno saves his landings with his knees and from Seimei at the GPF the commentators were saying that one of the great things about Yuzu was that he was able to land jumps cleanly without being over the edge properly. So I was wondering what was meant by that Thank you :)
Hi there, I’m having a decent day, thank you (just lazing around waiting for my fave to start his tennis match, no biggie) :D Sure, we can discuss jump landing. I will get the top 6 men to serve as illustration and I will use this one relatively simple jump all of them can do: the quad toe loop.
Here’s one from Shoma, Skate America 2016, GOE +2.29:
Shoma didn’t exactly have to use his knee to save his landing here, and he usually doesn’t have to do that either. The thing that makes his landing look a bit like “saving” is knee and ankle torque, which is what happens when a skater stops their jump’s rotation on the ice instead of in the air. Note that Shoma doesn’t under-rotate his jump: in most cases he rotates his last revolution over the ¾ mark so there’s no question with base value. However, his jumps are quite small and do not allow him ample time to unwrap his body before he touches down. You can see in the slow motion: there was a lot of tension in his right side when he landed, which led to him having to twist his knee to maintain balance, his free leg taking a bit more time to swing to the check position, and his blade drawing a hook shape on the ice instead of a smooth curve.
Here’s what it looks like when a skater really has to save a landing, demonstrated by Patrick,
Trophée Éric Bompard 2013, GOE +1.43:
You see here how Patrick lost some control over his axis (my theory: this jump was a bit higher than how he intended it to be) and ended up landing slightly forward, so he had to use his right knee, his arms, as well as his free leg to regain balance. It was safe enough but not very pretty :) Kudos to Patrick though, because doing that was not easy and it took great core strength to affect that sort of maneuver. I’m actually being kinda mean to Patrick here, because he’s an oddball who always lands his quad toe combos better than his solos (at least in recent memory), like this:
What you can see in the slow motion is the landing of the triple toe, and that’s the kind of landing we want to see from these gentlemen: smooth landing curve, a quick snap into the check position, free leg nicely extended, good speed and good flow back into the program.
Here’s a quad toe from Nathan, US Nationals 2017, GOE +2.00:
Nathan’s jumps are about average-sized so he does not have to deal with knee torque, however his landing knee is quite stiff and he tends to land on a rather flat edge. Ideally you’d want to see a lower knee bend and a deeper outside edge. Both of these factors, besides adding to the aesthetic of the landing, serve the more important purpose of better absorbing the force of the impact and making the landing less jarring on the skater’s body.
Boyang’s landing is what happens when a skater makes better use of both knee and edge. Here’s his quad toe from Grand Prix Final 2015, GOE +1.86:
Boyang’s jumps have amazing height and distance, which make them breathtaking to watch, however times and again, this would cause him some difficulty with control and tip his landing forward, as you can see in this one jump right here. Note, however, that the way he saved his landing was different from how Patrick did it earlier: Boyang relied mostly on his knee and edge, while Patrick used also his back and arms.
And now for the cherries on top, let’s look at the Cricket brothers: they both have excellent landings, though very different in styles.
Javier first, World Championships 2017, GOE +3.00:
Yep, damn well as near perfection as you’re ever going to get: check out that deep edge on landing and that smooth running curve, that uninterrupted flow back into the program, perfectly in tune with the music too if you watch the video. Javier’s landing is in the same style as Patrick’s: it’s the sort that gives off a feeling of solidity and sureness, as it utilizes the skater’s entire body and requires great core strength, which happens to be the area Javi excels at.
Then of course, Yuzuru, World Championships 2017, GOE +2.43:
Yuzu’s landing is the perfected version of Boyang’s: a result of more refined control over his axis, so that the size of the jump works for him and not against him. Compared to Javi’s, Yuzu’s landing relies almost exclusively on knee and edge: check out the way he used his knee bend and the angle of his blade to absorb the impact, plus how his arms were opened virtually as an afterthought and appeared to serve the aesthetic more than the practical :) That’s why I remarked earlier that these two training partners have two very different landing styles: Javi’s is firm and powerful, Yuzu’s is light and elegant, both are lovely to watch.
Man, this topic sure is fun to talk about :D Thanks for bringing it up!
Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD