russian classical authors like guys from high school
(just some of them, both novelists and poets)
Pushkin: popular guy who’s good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy
lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french
Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.
Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.
Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.
Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours
Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.
Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.
Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.
Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.
Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.
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Pairings:Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end
Word count: 2281
Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons
A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥
Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it
advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by
your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend
you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I
was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for
a way the others to mockery him.
But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth
year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a
liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become
famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words
but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so
nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s
all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could
see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that
he was much more important than some stupid students.
We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking
butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such
a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his
homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led
to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were
falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting
Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had
finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing
up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided
to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.
“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”,
Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.
“I just want to get something done. I don’t
want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat
down next to her.
“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I
will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising
I would not each one of us continued her work.
“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast.
Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight
to the Great Hall.
There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were
already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was
eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend
as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to
cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being
surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the
person messing with him.
“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later
and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to
smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t tell me you are still reading those
lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me,
making the research instead of us.
“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”
“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued
“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my
pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put
it in her back.
We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead
“What are we doing tonight?”, although it
seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells
in out secret group, or so called D.A.
“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always
(Y/n), how can you forget about it?”
“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget
everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions
but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.
After we finished our lunch we went to the
lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole
day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its
shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there
was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid
two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working,
Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their
‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were
done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able
to catch us.
“What are you going to teach me today, Mr.
Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted
“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should
spend less time with Hermione.”
“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and
laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be
“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind
of a girlfriend are you?”
“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel
better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out
in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.
“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that
later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required
room. We followed his actions.
This time Harry showed us some others spells. I
was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing
well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes
later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used
to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to
get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell
that paralyzed me for a moment.
“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top
of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.
“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”,
he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to
block the spell.
No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it
mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and
Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for
his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came
closer and gave Neville time for a rest.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read
the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything
Harry was with me, not with her.
“I’m fine now.”
“If you wanted to train with me you could have
Till the end of the lesson I was actually
getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt
pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were
heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused,
telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with
Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized
I had forgotten my barrette.
“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after
notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.
The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid
people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes
widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her
hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes
were filled with tears by now.
“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth
let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or
talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as
a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.
I exited the room and ran in some direction not
caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and
spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.
“Stop.”, he said softly.
“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to
find my voice again and screamed at him.
“It’s not what it seems.”
“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love
Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he
did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”
“Of course I have, I still do.”
“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips,
the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me
“I-I didn’t, I-”
“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows
me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down
my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho
or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”
But the boy was still looking at his feet
“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever
said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To
be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you
back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun
around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.
“No, (Y/n), wait!”
“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me,
Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt
how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no
longer wanted around me.
After minutes of walking I ended in the
Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How
could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was
beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back!
As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.
“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”
“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood
for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed.
With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.
“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was
that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never
thought I would hear from him.
“Don’t act as you care.”
“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”
Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some
moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad
about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I
felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about
it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be
“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those
words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me
closer for a hug.
“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he
lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover
some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and
show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the
one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by
anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot
explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just
because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes.
You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”
Without thinking I leaned closer and connected
our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel
butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my
soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d
shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could
hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not
to read about but to feel it.
“I’ve never thought you could be showing such
“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”,
he smiled and leaned for another kiss.
Having his face broadcast all over Zakuul (and inevitably also the rest of the galaxy) destroyed Roscoe’s once proud career as a spy. Pretty sure the joke’s on Arcann though when the wanted poster comes out looking like a cover shoot.
something that bothered the shit outta me is how they used matt and foggy’s disagreements in daredevil season 2 to minimize foggy’s importance in matt’s life. in that scene where the defenders were going after their loved ones to bring them to a safe place, i was hoping that i’d see matt grabbing foggy at some point. but he didn’t. he went straight to karen, and i don’t condemn it, she’s his friend and he loves her. but foggy is in another level. back in the comics, matt went to jail and shit went down bc he thought he’d lost foggy. it almost drove him insane.i shit you not, matt murdock gets scary as shit once he thought foggy had died while visiting him in jail. matt could pick foggy’s heartbeat in that jail with hundreds of people, and he had to hear them “killing” foggy, and there was nothing he could do about itll. it haunted him for weeks, until he started get shit done. all the goddamn guards in the prison were so scared of him they’d anything to be on his good side. his inmates in would rat everyone out if it’d save their skin. i think the punisher was there too at that time but nvm. his level of PTSD was no joke.
more recently, matt faked foggy’s death when foggy got sick bc it was too dangerous for him to not stay in the shadows. it broke him when he knew he could lose foggy to a disease; he even took foggy to a “ride” with daredevil around the city to cheer him up, it was cute and sad at the same time.
also recently, when matt had one opportunity to see someone bc he got his sight back momentarily, he went to foggy. he wanted to see foggy’s face; his best friend, someone who has been with him in all his ups and downs in life as matt murdock and as daredevil. that’s how much foggy means to him, and to see that over looked and cast aside pisses the shit out of me.
my point is that matt needs foggy just as much foggy needs him and despite the catholic bs, he knows foggy is his moral compass.
don’t get me wrong, i don’t hate karen or any other of his friends but you gotta see that the role foggy nelson plays in matt’s life goes way beyond their fights, goes way beyond matt being a stupid little shit, goes beyond their paths being in different roads but always converging. they always come back to their friendship no matter how much damaged by each other they got. foggy is the most important person in matt’s life; it has been proven over and over again and i don’t want to diminish karen or any other of his friends’ roles. i love that karen has her own storyline, her own fights (let's be honest: her romantic plot with Matt doesn’t have any chemistry at all, they’re good as just friends); it makes her an incredible character. but it is just how it is. it always has been nelson and murdock, and even when foggy didn’t agree with what matt was doing and how he was leading his life, putting himself in danger, he still stayed at matt’s side for as long he could. foggy bringing him the daredevil suit it’s just not a proof that foggy supports matt even in crazy shit like that, but also that he believes in him, and in the daredevil. that he believes matt could help make their city a better place. foggy knew a day would come that matt wouldn’t come home anymore, he just wished that ninja asshole could pull one more stunt, one last time. but he didn’t, and a bit of foggy died with him back there. once matt asked him if foggy wished he’d stayed and fought for nelson and murdock, but he meant about them. it’d be too selfish to foggy to ask him to stay.
A/N: I decided to only do the members who had already debuted and no one under 17 (Jaemin is an exception, his bday is soon
😂) and this still turned out longer than I expected 😂
The leader and founder of the gang, responsible for practically everything and everyone need to report to him whatever they’re doing
Tends to regret his decision to even start this because more and more members join every year and he realized that he will have to take care of them even if he’s dead and can often be seen staring into nothing, thinking about this
Since he’s the one who came up with this ‘genius’ idea, he was caught by the police a number of times practically every time they did any petty crime when they first started out
But now they got so good at this, that they even have bribed officials working in their favour
You both broke into the same building, at the same time and both got arrested ten minutes later. You even ended up in the same cell for 48 hours until someone came and bailed you two out. While you were waiting, you bickered and blamed each other for being the reason the other got caught but since Taeyong already had his gang, it wasn’t long since Taeil came to get him out as opposed to you, who had no one.
“Taeyong, you’re out! But I swear if I catch you again I will put you in for good!” the police officer said.
“Yeah yeah,” he stood up and went to the door before stopping. “Taeil, pay for her as well, we’re taking her with us.”
Takes care of the gang’s legal stuff (like money and documents) and hides the illegal
Is the one who gets the others out of trouble and everyone needed his help at some point
Scouts for new members despite Taeyong begging him not to
But they have to fit his high standards
At first he was really against this whole gang thing
But now he’s like the mother of the group
He met you when he came to bail Taeyong out.
“I’m not using our money on her. How do you even know if she will be a valuable asset to the team?”
“She’s going. That’s it,” Taeyong ordered and he didn’t dare argue with him when he’s angry. He kept glaring at you every time he saw you but you exceeded all of his expectations and welp I sense a love triangle
Finally got into the gang after 9 years of begging proving himself
He has yet to find out what his job really is
Was so happy when they trusted him with a deal, he screwed it up immediately
Before he even joined, he somehow got himself caught in a fight between EXO’s Sehun and Seventeen’s Jeonghan, even though he had practically nothing to do with it and it was mostly Sehun’s fault but that’s for later
While he was waiting in the dungeon to be accepted, he often went to this shooting range to practice but you always beat him and it annoyed him to no end, so one time he made a bet with you, if he gets in (he was boasting to you about the gang) or wins against you, you will have to go on a date with him.
“Well at this point I don’t think you will ever join that gang and I don’t see you ever winning against me either, so why not?” you laughed.
“Watch me,” he smirked, as he was about to tell you he’s in.
Like Doyoung he’s an assassin/hitman, except he’s the real deal
He prefers silent weapons, like snipers and often stays in the shadows (something he learned from Ten)
Not everyone can hire him and he only takes very well paid jobs
Despite the things he does, he gets scared very easily by stupid things
Someone set you up and hired both of you to kill each other, hoping neither of you will survive. After chasing, fighting and avoiding you for over a month, someone leaked information to him what’s this all really about and he decided that it would be best to join up and find the one who hired you two. Now his only problem was proving to you that he’s telling the truth and stopping you from shooting him dead. That will be difficult though because once you take a job there’s no going back.
“I have to work even faster. I I just stand around doing nothing she will get to me in a blink on an eye.”
Very skilled with a wide range of weapons
He mostly joined because he wanted to shoot stuff *cough* people *cough*
You could call him and ‘assassin’ but he likes to show off his skills, so everybody would know that it was him who took care of things
Doesn’t like working with Yuta, their styles are completely different
A fight broke out in a local club and he was searching around the place for any survivors to clean everything once and for all, when he noticed a leg sticking out from under the table. He lifted the tablecloth and saw you sitting there.
“What the hell are you doing here? Did you think you can hid from me?”
“Oh no. I’m not hiding. Quite the opposite! I’m just watching - I mean reading.”
“Really? Reading? In the middle of a shootout?” you just shrugged and he stared at you for a few seconds before dragging you out.
“This is not a place for someone like you, let me help you out of here,” he smirked.
He works as a spy for the gang and is so good at his job that he’s practically invisible and a lot of the members think he’s either dead or lost or smth because he’s so rarely seen, maybe once in six months or so
Only Taeyong knows what he’s doing at this point
One day Yuta saw him in the headquarters and screamed for two minutes straight because he thought he saw a ghost
“Oh it’s just you… I thought you were lost on that mission two months ago.”
Some days when he’s alone that happens a lot poor baby he wonders: ‘Why don’t we go on missions as a U unit anymore?’; ‘They missed the perfect chance to add me TEN as the tenth member of 127 smh’
He met you completely by accident, when he came back after a few months and somebody though he’s gone for good again and gave you his room. He lifted the covers up, only to see you sleeping in his bed and he was so shocked he stood there still holding the blanket when you still in your sleep took it from him and rolled to the other side.
“Wait… What?” he said, taking it from you again.
“Let me sleep,” you just mumbled.
“Ooh I will let you sleep! For eternity that is, if you don’t explain what you’re doing here!”
That local lover boy not really, who talks his way out of and more often then not into trouble
Because of this reason, he strikes the best deals
But tends to say too much and ruin them completely, making everything worse and also starting fights in the process
You accompanied him to one of the deals instead of Johnny and immediately realized he was about to start blabbing shit and stopped him before he could do it.
“Are you sure about that?” you asked, throwing him a glare.
“Yes, I’m sure, could you please stop kicking me under the table?.. Wait, who are you anyway?” he asked you.
“Are you serious?” you stood up and dragged him out of the room to show him who you really are and to shut that pretty mouth of his.
One word. Technology.
Need to fix something? He can do it. You need to hack into something? He already did that. A couple of grands from a foreign account? No problem!
Members are lowkey scared of him because he had hacked into their accounts multiple of times and uncovered some embarrassing photos, dirty secrets and so on
Likes to blackmail people with their sensitive information for money
Trying to beat him at online MMO games was bad idea but it was even worse when you actually won. He threw his computer out of the window almost hitting Jaehyung in the head. He soon got another one out from under the table.
“I would rather die but I will never let somebody crush me like that,” he thought, starting to track your location.
One of the first members to join the gang
Was the youngest at one point and everyone didn’t take him too seriously despite the long ass rides
When he finally got better at socializing, he also got better, actually really really good at investigations/infiltrations/collecting information
Taeyong often sends him out of the city for a job
Hates Donghyuck’s guts lowkey best friends
He met you while working in one of the coffee shops as part of his mission. The moment you walked in, you immediately caught his attention and what other way to get to know you better than to approach you head on.
“A coffee for milday,” he said, putting the cup down on your table.
“I didn’t order any.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “It’s on me.”
You just rolled your eyes and decided to take it. [x]
So smol, so soft, protect at all costs
If it wasn’t for Donghyuck he wouldn’t be here
He was like “Hey! There’s this gang and I’m in it, Mark’s in it, you’re in it.”
“Wait what?” he just blinked a few times.
And now he’s here, still a bit lost and not sure what he’s doing exactly
Not yet too enthusiastic about all this
He hasn’t met you yet or rather you haven’t (officially) because he has been hiding. He is very impressed but also afraid of you at the same time. When you try to talk to him, he runs away.
“Why does he run away? Is he scared or something?” you asked Jeno.
“He tells everyone that you have this strong aura around you and he can’t handle the pressure very well,” he shrugged. what does that even mean I have no idea
The voice of reason in the gang
Often questions what the hell are they even doing
“How can we call ourselves a gang? We’re not even intimidating”
“You can’t just say we are the mafia because you think it sounds cool”
Helps Taeil keep everyone in check
Secretly enjoys stealing cars and driving around, until he crashes them which happens soon after
He saw you sneaking around, trying to steal from them and casually approached you.
“I’m sorry but who the heck might you be?”
You stood up from the door you were about to pick a lock from and started walking in the opposite direction like nothing happened. He came up to you in quick steps.
“Oh no no no, you don’t get to leave as if everything is okay. Come with me,” he said, trying to drag you inside.
Is very experienced in making explosives because he has been researching them ever since he first saw a war movie
Likes to make a grand entrance when a fight with other gangs break out
Everyone tells him no to because it just draws more attention to them that way but
Thinks almost every person in the gang is a big loser
Except for Mark
He’s the biggest loser of them all
Even when he’s out on a mission, he calls him just to tease him
You walked into the mine field he set up for a test but he didn’t feel like blowing you up since he was in a good mood.
“Don’t move!” he shouted to you.
“I’m just passing by, what’s your problem?”
“I think you have more problems than me,” he said, pointing at the ground. You looked down and noticed a mine below your feet.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“And? Will you help me or will you just stand there?”
“It depends on what I can get in return…”
Despite being the youngest, he for some reason was really persistent to get into the gang
“I’m not taking in a bunch of children, this is not a kindergarten,” Taeyong said as he took him in how is he the leader? he’s too soft smh
Doesn’t talk much and doesn’t share what he’s doing (which brakes the rules btw but who cares)
The others have yet to find out what is the real reason the joined
You found everything that he does suspicious ever since high school, so one day you followed him and saw what he was hiding all this time. He noticed you soon after though. He grabbed you by the arm and sat you down in one of the nearby chairs.
“Now you be quiet and listen to me very carefully, if you ever as much as think about what you saw here…”
“What?” you retorted. “I’m so scared! What happens to me then?”
“You better not find out…”
All in all, NCT is not yet very well coordinated as a gang but they’re getting there 😂
Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)
A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.
Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think that’s all?
Relationship: Batfam x Reader
You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldn’t be home for days, and for some strange reason, he’d always return with bruises that weren’t there when he had left.
“Daddy, will you color with me before bed?” You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.
“I’ll be there in a moment sweetie.” He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.
“Okay!” You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadn’t come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.
Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting on him until Alfred knocked on the door.
“Miss Y/N?” He called softly. “I do believe it’s time for bed.”
“Okay Alfie, I was-” you cut yourself off with a yawn. “I was just waiting for daddy.” You hop down from the chair and grab Alfred’s outstretched hand. “He was going to color with me.”
“I’m afraid your father left before he could.” Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. “I’m deeply sorry.”
“You’re still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?” You ask before the old man can leave.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Miss Y/N.” Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.
As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.
“Dickie! Jay!” You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.
“Hey Y/n, how are you kid!” Dick asked picking you up.
“I’m good!” You say happily. “I’m a big kid now!”
“No way!” Dick said humoring you.
“Yeah way! I’m having a tea party today, will you come?” You asked hoping he’d say yes. “I’m helping Alfred make the tea and everything!”
“Of course we’ll come sport.” Jason told you ruffling up your hair. “Any idea where your old man is?”
“In his study, come on I’ll show you.” You tell your brothers running towards your father’s office. You open the door and don’t bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. “Daddy, Jay and Dick are here.” He barely acknowledges you. “I was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?”
“Yes of course.” He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.
“While those bake, why don’t you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if they’d like to come to your special day.” He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. “And I’ll clean up the kitchen.”
“Okay Alfie!” You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.
“Timmy, will you come to my tea party? It’d mean a lot.”
“Huh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.” Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.
“Night Timmy.” You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. “Hi Dami!”
“Hello Y/N.” he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.
“Will you come to my tea party today please?” You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.
“Tt, I probably have more important duties to do, but I’ll try.” Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.
“Great! I’ll see you there Damian!” You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!
Something I haven’t seen crop up yet in the FAHC universe is Gavin’s skill at Hitman. Imagine heists where Michael and The Vagabond come in bipping and blasting their way through the front door. The enemy rallies their men to try and contain the situation, because they know who they are dealing with and know they are going to need everything they have to keep those two from advancing. At first it seems to be working. They have Michael pinned down behind a dumpster and The Vagabond is blind firing from behind the corner of an alleyway. Meanwhile, while most of the enemy’s attention is fixed forward, Gavin is at the back of the building, aiming a silenced pistol at the two men standing guard at the back door. Two bullets for two skulls and they are dead before they hit the ground. He picks the lock and sneaks in. He avoids the security cameras and stays in the shadows. He moves fast, silently rushing up behind enemies and garroting them or slitting their throats, dragging their bodies into back rooms without ever being seen. Up front, the gang leader is getting cocky. The Vagabond and Michael, both feared names in Los Santos, seem to be no match for his own men. They are hardly even shooting back now. Perhaps one of them has been hit already. He notices then that the sound of guns firing around him has reduced greatly. In fact, he realizes, he seems to be the only one shooting. He turns around, ready to scream at his men for being cowards but then stops short. His men are gone. He doesn’t see a single body. Just smears of blood on the floor and one man standing in the midst of it all, gold sunglasses on top of his head, a garrote in one hand and a bloody dagger in the other. There’s not a single spot of blood on his light blue shirt, just a snarky smile on his face.
“You’re out of friends,” The young man says, and from the British accent the gang leader realizes which member of the Fake AH Crew he is.
“You’re not supposed to be on the front lines,” the gang leader says in disbelief. “You’re just the hacker.”
“Wrong,” a voice behind him says darkly. He spins to see The Vagabond standing there, Michael beside him. “He is our greatest weapon.”
The silent pistol raises behind him. One bullet for one skull, and he is dead before he hits the ground.
Summary: He always knew Dicky was different. Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. A glimpse into the relationship of Coach and Bitty, and how Coach comes to terms with it all. Also on AO3…
“So, Dicky. Do you want to watch a movie?”
Coach was happy to have Dicky at home. His visits had become far and few between, a rare thing, ever since… well, recently. Suzanne was out with her bowling league, so it was just the two of them for the evening.
“Sure, Coach. What do you wanna see? I think Predator is about to start,” Bitty replied as he grabbed a bag of Brother Kane potato chips from the kitchen and settled into the couch.
He then took the remote and was browsing through the channel guide.
“Also Rocky III is on, uh… Casino. What else…”
Coach watched his son and smiled listening to the movie choices being offered to him.
He always knew Dicky was different.
Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. When he was younger and the other coaches had their boys in pee wee leagues (already drilling the eye on the prize mentality into their heads: “One day you’ll be the star quarterback, son!”) he would look at Dicky and sigh knowing that wouldn’t be his son’s fate.
And he made peace with it, for Dicky was always kind, always helpful, always wore a smile on his face and a smudge of flour on his cheek.
It’s been two years since their getaway and luckily they managed to stay in the shadows that long. The nine subjects humans reunited and formed a coup d’etat group, EXO. They will stand against Big Brother. A war is coming and they will win.
things my mother taught me:
my skin is winterkin and my blood is thick with hard-earned brilliance; my bones are diamonds trapped in human form and my heritage whispers to me every night when the sky turns graphite gray.
the things she failed to tell me:
your throat will clog with your own darkness and you will choke on your own power and you will die at the hand of a sunlit goddess the shape of your heart. she carries your death tucked beneath her blouse and that will be the only time you will allow someone to hold your life in their hands. and you will give it to her willingly just like everything else; just like the moon eventually steps aside to let the sun shine. her light will stay with you until the very end and you will thank her with blood-stained lips for she will teach you the meaning of true love, how it claws and rips at you like a hawk digging into the soft flesh of your galloping heart. love, my mother failed to tell me, is warm fingers and liquid sunlight; it’s stubborn fists and naked cheeks and hair the color of snow and tears.
too bad, i think, that it’s just one dying breath in the space of eternity.
stay in the shadows where it’s safe / aleksander
Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw
It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide.
Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.
Everyone always wanted more Team Avatar bonding, right? How about some hide-and-go-seek with the Gaang, and a lovably grumpy Zuko?
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This island was probably one of the more foresty places you’ve been with the Gaang. Huge, twisty, moss-covered trees, full of secret places and little streams. It was awesome. Sokka and Katara, however, had become decidedly agitated.
“It’s just too close in here,” Katara said, crossing her arms.
“You can’t even see the sky,” her brother added. You understood, of course; there were no trees where they grew up. Of course that would make them claustrophobic in forests. Still, it was grating on your nerves.
“I’m gonna hit someone,” you growled under your breath.
“Not if I beat you to it,” Zuko whispered back, and you couldn’t help smiling. Being grumpy is a strange thing to bond over, but apparently neither of you had a choice in the matter. You were friends, and there was nothing you could do about it.
“How long do you think it’ll take them to complain about how hot it is?” you mumbled.
As if on cue, Sokka rolled his eyes skyward. “Ugh. It’s so hot in here.”
You giggled, and even Zuko cracked a smile.
It seemed like such an innocent suggestion - a nice, friendly game - when Aang said, “Hey, who wants to play hide-and-seek?”
“You must be great at that.” Zuko’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the glitter of mischeif in his dark eyes. “You won for like a hundred years.”
I’m jumping on the Humans-Interact-With-Aliens bandwagon! Okay, so, general behaviors varying wildly between humans and aliens??. And humans are just really perceptive at recognizing emotions (it comes with being social by nature) and good at consoling their crew-mates. (This totally sucks. This is me doing a draft. I’m going to have an actual short story that uses some of this up in a bit. Sorry for the odd/cruddy names, I have never written or really read sci-fy XD )
“Is everything alright, Wixi’nan?” a Human approaches Wixi’nan, arms splayed out wide and movements slow. Their voice is lower and softer than usual, which causes the thick brow on Wixi’nan’s gray skin to furrow and xir’s appendages to crack and elongate in frustration. “I am fine.” xir’s tone is clipped, xe regards the dark eyes of the Human designated “Asper” with caution. “Why ix-ith- you’re language ix quite complicated- it that you ask? I am performing my dutieth in a perfunctory and timely manner; if what you fear that my efficienxy has declined thince laxt we were met, then conthern yourself no longer.” Most Xota’ilianths would end the conversation there, as that would be their only concern until work was over. However, the Humans operated differently. The Human nodded their head decisively, short hair bobbing with their movements. “Right, you’re sad. Follow me.”
Wixi’nan was loathe to admit, but Asper was right. It was just that Xe was supposed to be working, and complaints were rude and seen as a negative reflection on xir’s leader, so xi has stayed silent. Xe shadowed the Human’s soft steps with snaps and hisses that came from xe’s movements. A door slid open with a chirping whir, and the Human pointed at a lump of stuffed cotton, “Sit.” Gentle sounds started emitting from the ship’s speakers, and xir’s antennae shot up and twitched wildly, face flushing to a dark color in preparation for fight. The sounds of waterfalls and what Humans called “piano” and “bass” soon soothed xir’s frayed nerves, however. It might be the “music” that the Humans talked of, but it sounded different. Xota’ilianths much preferred chanting and more structured sounds- patterns relaxed them. Xe sat, noting that the pile of stuffed cotton- called “pillows” by the Humans- was surprisingly comfortable. A mug of- *something*- was shoved into xir’s hands; xe briefly noted that the Human was so SMALL in comparison to xem. “Do you want to talk about it?” the Human sipped at her own- *something*- as they inquired as to xir’s problems.
“No. Now, what ix thix odd drink?” It was good, xe admitted. As a semi-cold-blooded specie, warmth was to be appreciated.
Xe would not have been surprised if xir’s abrupt topic change offended Asper. It would, certainly, offend many of xir’s own kind. Xe was startled when Asper simply went, “Okay. And hot-chocolate.” Before delving into stories: history and historical differences between their cultures (”Humanth have more than one culture?!” “Oh, yes. We’re all quite spread out, you see, and so we developed according to different conditions and out cultures grew around our environments!” “Fascinating.”), interesting things that had happened to them (What is a Gern?” “Believe be, A’pen, you do not wish to know.”). After conversation tired, Aspen offered Wixi’nan a book, and in silence they enjoyed the comfort of being close to another.
It was at the beginning of the next half-rotation of the nearest planet that the duo would awaken, in what Aspen referred to as a “pillow-fort”.
“Thank you, A’pen.” Xir’s large hand engulfed xir’s new “friend” ‘s. “Your name might mean ‘rough’ and ‘harsh’, but it clearly is no reflection of you
“Any time, Wixi’nan.” Aspen flashed a grin, before her facial emotions completed disappeared, startling Wixi’nan, “But you doubt the Human race and their ability to destroy and surprise; specifically. *my* ability to be totally wicked!” Another grin, and Aspen was off. The Human was off to investigate the “dangerous” beast, she scoffed. She had seen videos of it, it was TOTALLY an oversized puppy with a forked tongue, wings, claws, and what looked like armored fish-scales. Why did aliens not realize that a friend comes in many shapes?