#{ i’ll teach you how to jump on the wind’s back and away we go; meme }

[pexerpan]

🗝 + the lost boys falling apart

🗝 to unlock the truth.

     “ Listen, “ the leader of the lost boys hissed, the same frustration he’d had when speaking to nibs about them: a defense mechanism and the unyielding stubbornness peter pan was so very well known for. the truest truth about the situation ( for he did not want to call it them ‘ falling apart ‘, didn’t even want to think those words ) was that he himself felt quite miserable about it. it was his fault, all of it — and if it wasn’t because he had left then because he was supposed to be their leader and he let them down anyway. he had always given his everything to them, had considered them in all of his choices — he just needed to get back to that. which shouldn’t be too hard should it? with neverland being no possibility anymore and the window which had always been opened for him, which had been such alluring invitation to disappear inside for a while and leave the rest of the world including his lost boys behind, with that very window being closed now ( figuratively and perhaps literally too ) there was nothing left peter could get distracted by, no place where he wanted to go, no one to steal his focus. “ it’s not happening, “ peter decided sternly, although his mind was clearly still elsewhere. “ we are not falling apart. i’ll fix it. and if it’s the last thing i do – “ in life, in carthay or the in the position of their leader, “ – i’ll fix them. “ 

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Gosh, the Hawks x intern! Reader sure made me tear up :(

Like imagine him regretting not being there for her and his baby girl from the start and trying to make up for it now 😭😭💖

I was going to imagine this, but I couldn't because I ended up writing 3000 words. 😭 I just love fictional babies so much and want them to be happy, okay? I left it open-ended, so I wouldn't betray the "kick his ass" gang. I'm a weak woman 🥺 I still don't know much about him other than what Wikipedia and memes tell me but here we go!

Part One | Part Two

Hawks doesn’t think you’ll ever let him in, not that he could blame you. Every time you see him, your expression hardens, pretty eyes narrow into a glare, nostrils flare, breathing heavy. His only bright light during your last exchange is that you wait three seconds before slamming the door in his face rather than the usual zero.

Oh, he’s definitely softening you up. Not.

It’s been a month now that he’s been at this, and he is starting to wonder if this entire thing is worth the headache. All he’s accomplished so far is bothering you with his requests to talk. Then, he remembers the little angel that you have with you and thinks it’s worth the headache.

At first, he had ignored your previous exchange that day at the park and the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind upon seeing the two of you. Until that same feeling started to weigh on his heart. He quickly realizes what those feelings were. Guilt and regret at not taking another path with the high schooler he so carelessly took advantage of and impregnated.

If he had, he could be annoying Endeavor about his cute little wife right about now.

Hawks feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun and now sinking in a turbulent ocean of his own making. Instead of drowning, the world decides to throw him a lifeline as the receptionist patches a call through to him.

His heart jumps when he hears you on the other side, resistant but succumbed in your plea, “I need your help.”

The very next day you arrive at the agency, a small hand latched in your own as you stand in the middle of his office. You didn’t want to be here. The thought of being in the same place where your daughter was conceived with the same man who left you makes you antsy. You can’t believe you actually let Fumikage talk you into this.

You remember that phone conversation.

Your daughter’s quirk had been coming in full force, so fast you didn’t know how to handle it. You hoped that Tokoyami would have been able to help her control it since he trained with the very person she received her quirk from much longer than you had and that he was part avian himself.

��Please, Fumi. It’s getting worse,” you begged over the phone. “She accidentally hurt a few of the kids at school. No. No. They’re fine, some cuts and a little shook up, but fine. They won’t let her back in until she gets it under control though, so please.”

“I told you there’s not much else I can do. The best solution would be to go to the person with the same quirk.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right, but you don’t want to rely on someone like that man especially now. What if he ended up hurting her?

“I don’t want to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but he’s been trying to contact you, right? So I'm sure he'd do it if you asked.”

“Yeah…” You growled. “I swear if he makes one smart-ass remark, I might kill him in front of her.”

“Remember it’s not for you. Although, I don’t think you could kill him even if you tried.”

“If we combined our strength…”

“No,” Tokoyami immediately shot down.

You sighed. “I’m only joking. Do you have the number to the agency still?”

Now you’re here, watching the very man who abandoned you kneel down to your daughter’s eye level. Hawks couldn’t believe he’s actually seeing her. It’s a bit exciting to see how much bigger she’s gotten in such a short time with big fat wings at her back holding way more feathers than she can probably deal with.

“So, this is the special girl,” he says. She shies away from him, hiding behind your leg for protection. “Come on out, Baby Bird, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Slowly, she peeks from behind you, fingers still clutched in your pants leg, and Hawks smiles.

“There you are. Did your mommy tell you who I am?”

“You’re her and uncle Toko’s old teacher, and you’re going to help me control my quirk.”

“That’s right. You just turned five, right? That’s when a lot of quirks can get kind of hectic.”

“Yeah. I had a birthday party with Elsa last month.”

Hawks’ smile falters for a second as he thinks he doesn’t know exactly what day her birthday is. At least now he knows the month. Quickly, he’s back to normal to keep an air of happiness in the situation. “You know I know a lady that looks a bit like Elsa. She has ice powers like her too,” Hawks says, having grown a little closer to the number one hero's family as he tried to figure out what to do about his own family situation.

When her eyes widen, Hawks knows he has her hook, line, and sinker. She throws her initial shyness to the wind in exchange for excitement. “She does? Can I meet her?”

“I’m sure we could make that happen. If not, her son has an ice quirk, too. I’m sure he’d show you.”

The young girl smiles at him, but Hawks notices her vision drifting to something else. Cautiously, her tiny hand stretches out to him, making him nervous as to what she’s doing, before chubby fingers clutch around the edge of his wing, squeezing into his feathers. “They’re pretty,” she mumbles.

“Want one?” he asks, and she nods.

“This is my birthday present for you, don’t lose it,” he says, offering her a single long feather from the back of his wings. She clutches it to her chest tightly, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Then, you interrupt.

“Baby, mama has to run some errands, but she’ll come right back to pick you up when the clock says twelve. You remember how that looks like, right?”

“It’s a 1 and a 2,” she says, bringing up her hands to show you.

Hawks decides to walk you out as your daughter sits in his office chair, twirling around his feather in her hand. He isn’t sure what to say to you now that he has you near him. Should he thank you for bringing her? Or would that only serve to piss you off since it’s not like you wanted to do this by choice?

“Hawks,” you say, bringing him out his thoughts. “There’s one more thing before I go.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell her,” you order. “Don’t you dare tell her.”

His chest squeezes at that but he can understand why you wouldn’t want her to know that information when the two of you aren’t even on speaking terms outside this issue. He didn’t want to do anything to make the situation worse either, so he brings his fingers to his mouth and zips his pinched thumb and index finger across his lips. “I’ll make sure mine and anyone else’s lips are sealed if they want to keep their job,” he calmly reassures you, always calm and carefree so you wouldn’t think that your rejection is successfully deterring him.

From then on, you drop your daughter off at his office twice a week to get a better handle on her powers. You didn’t stay long aside from that, but Hawks likes the small moments when all three of you are in the same room together.

The hero can be thankful that at least one of his girls likes him. His Baby Bird quickly attached herself to him, always pattering after his footsteps like a shadow, and always asking if he’d hold her hand, a smile forming whenever he engulfed her smaller one. He even keeps his promise to let her see Rei, or Elsa as Baby Bird so passionately refers to her, now that the woman is out of the hospital.

He thinks that if that family can recover from what happened then his shouldn’t be much different as long as he keeps trying to put in the effort and not step on your toes too much.

It isn’t long before Baby Bird begins to get a hang of her powers. At least enough that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone at school. Hawks had hoped you would still allow him to train her past that point though, but you quickly told him that she wouldn’t be returning to the agency when she reached that point.

He was sad to hear it of course, but he didn’t want to cause what little progress he made to be broken even if he really wanted to see her fly at least a few inches before she left. She’s been getting into the habit of jumping instead of walking to practice like he used to do. Although, she resembles more of a bouncy frog than a bird, to be honest.

He watches, amused, as she bounces along next to him in the hallway.

“You’ve gotten good at that,” he compliments, drawing her attention upwards.

“I’ve been practicing lots at home, but I’m not that good yet. Will you teach me how to fly like you do tomorrow?” she asks.

“No, Baby Bird. Didn’t your mommy tell you that we’re done with training after today?”

She hangs her head down, her bouncing stopping as she drags her feet. “…Yes,” she answers, letting his arm go lax as she releases his hand. Hawks pauses, watching as she draws her hands to her waist and anxiously bunches and twists the bottom of her shirt, and Hawks throat goes dry as she asks with glossy eyes, “Daddy, why doesn’t mommy like you?”

He’s completely silent, wondering exactly when she figured it out or if someone in the office had told her, let alone told her the fact that you didn’t like him. Well, he guesses it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “How do you know to call me that?"

“Yesterday, my teacher told us that we inhe-inhe-inherent our quirk from our parents. I remember you said Elsa and her son had the same quirk, and you have big wings like mine and can make your feathers move.”

Hawks smiles. She’s a sharp one to piece it together in a day. “Your teacher is right. I bet you’ve never seen anyone else that looks quite like us.”

“No,” she answers, sniffling. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and play with you. Mommy is so mean to you. I hate her!”

Hawks cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t talk about your mommy like that. It’s my fault she always gets upset when I’m around. I was mean and bullied her a lot, so if you’re mad, be mad at me. I’m the reason we can’t play together more.”

She sniffs again but it isn’t enough to stop the globs of tears running down her cheeks. “When we saw you at the park, mommy started crying when we went home. I didn’t know why she did.”

Hawks knows why. The reason you’re always so angry at him is because of the hurt you still hold inside for what he did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried. The opposite of love is indifference as they say, and he knows it’s true because he had been indifferent to the pain he caused ever since the day you came to him with weepy eyes and shaking arms as you told him you were pregnant. You had been scared, and he told you to deal with it.

Hawks scowls. He’s starting to feel sick.

"If you make someone cry, you should say sorry."

Hawks smiles. “I know, baby. I'll apologize to your mama, and I’m going to try my best to make it up to her, and you, too. I’m not going to make either of you cry anymore. Then, when she forgives me, we’ll play together again.”

She looks to him, a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

Hawks chuckles and grins at her, the same charming expression that made you fall for him in the first place. He holds out his hand. “Even better. I pinky promise,” he says and confidently hooks her finger with his. “Repeat after me: birds of a feather stick together.”

“Birds of a feather stick together.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises before dropping her hand to pet her head. “I think we might have a little time for me to teach you something before your mommy gets here.”

At the end of the day, Hawks is already waiting for you at the front steps of the agency as your call pulls into parallel park at the sidewalk. You step out and walk towards the steps, but your daughter meets you halfway by hopping over them, her wings flapping to hover before she falls back down onto her feet.

You smile at her. You can’t believe she’s actually flying, at least a little that is, but your surprise is ruined when she cheers. “Mommy, look at what daddy taught me,” she says, bouncing to show you her new hovering skills. “Are you looking? Are you looking?”

“Yes, I’m looking. You’re so good at that. You need to show me more when we get home,” you say but to be honest it’s the last thing on your mind as you glance over to Hawks. “Baby, why don’t you go sit in the car, and I’ll be right there.”

Hawks watches as she obediently follows your instructions, turning her back and happily hopping towards the vehicle.

“(Name), I-” Hawks says, unsure what to expect when your angry glare turns back on him. It isn’t until his yellow visors are already clicking against the pavement that he realizes you hit him. He hisses at the sting on his cheek. “That actually kind of hurt. I guess I had it coming, but I’m not really sure what I did at least recently,” he tries to play off, but you aren’t having it.

“You told her, you told her,” you keep repeating, and he’s backing away in case you decide to strike him again. “Are you trying to get her on your side?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, and I didn’t tell her,” Hawks explains. “She pieced it together on her own. She’s sharper than you think, she can see that we look alike when she looks in a mirror, and she knows how quirks work. That’s more than enough for her to tell.”

His explanation is enough for you to halt in your assault, and you angrily huff under your breath. You don’t shift to leave, and there’s no door for you to slam away. He finally has you available. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she knows; and honestly, I’m glad she does,” he confesses. “I wouldn’t mind seeing her again if you’d let me.”

Hawks swallows his anxiety as he waits for you to answer. Your eyes shift from him back to where she sits in your car, fiddling with the toys obviously left to clutter in the back before you look back at him, thinking.

“She does seem to like you…for some reason,” you add distastefully, but you know full well how happy training makes her. How her little smile beamed when she fluttered over those steps. How the word daddy came from her so sweetly. “She always likes talking about you after she spends the day here. You make her happy. But that’ll just make it harder for her when you leave ag-“

“I won’t,” he cuts off.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t but I promise not again. (Name), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling you to go away like a burden and for not being there. You must’ve been scared, but I won’t leave either of you alone from now on even if you don’t want me there. I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Drop it. I’m not a part of this,” you tell him.

He knows that you’re rejecting his apology, but his ears can pick up what others can’t. He can hear those soft inflections in your voice right before you harden it into aggression, the slight stutter that you so cleverly thought you hid from him as you nearly fumbled your words, a little glimpse of a teenage girl with a crush on her sensei. “Not yet but do know I plan on trying until I make you fall for me all over again. I miss your cute little face when I'd smile at you.”

You glare. “Say that again, and I will smack you in your "cute little" face.”

"You already did that, but if it makes you feel better go ahead, I can take it if it helps you forgive me.”

He just didn’t expect you to actually take him up on the offer. This time, it’s the other cheek that burns.

“You’re right. That did make me feel better,” you say, smirking as you shake the sting from your hand. Hawks grunts, rubbing his jaw as you begin to walk towards your car. He bends down to pick up his shades before following close behind. You open the driver’s door, and say, “I expect you to pick her up at 9 tomorrow. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up ever again.”

Hawks smirks. You certainly became aggressive these past few years, but he thinks he kind of likes it. As you get in your car, he notices Baby Bird smiling at him from the window, her hand up and clutched around that birthday feather he gifted to her as she waves him off.

He’ll definitely be there on time.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from " Corax" in "Chapter Two: The Changing Breeds" from the World of Darkness "Changing Breeds" book (20th Anniversary edition)

Seriously? Who writes this stuff?

You’re never going to learn the real story about who you are from that hack.

You know how the littlest kid is always the one who runs to Mom with every little thing their siblings do wrong? That’s us. We’re the tattletales.

You know why we can’t settle down? Cuz they’re everywhere, so we have to be, too.

We’re built to go everywhere, see everything. No homebodies allowed.

If there are secrets going on, you can bet there’s one of us, listening in, poking around, getting a gander — so to speak.

We see something going on — we gotta spread the word.

No, I don’t mean porn — well, not just porn, anyway.

We make the Net look like a buncha clay tablets with “Cleo Was Here” scrawled on them. We’re bleeding edge, eyes-in-the-sky, grade A, number one know-it-alls.

Information’s no good if the messenger can’t deliver it.

Oh, we’re nasty enough in a scrap, and we’ve got a few tricks up our sleeves, but the truth is we’re not built for going toe-to-toe.

Fight sneaky, the way we do everything else, and you’re more likely to survive to tell a tale — or pull a prank — another day.

Most of the time, there’s a method to our madness, a lesson in the lemon-meringue.

See, some folks just don’t listen the easy way.

You should know where your allegiances lie.

Find stuff. Tell people.

Laugh, because the world ain’t getting any prettier.

You’re learning already. But, here’s something you gotta know; Once I finish teaching you the basics, you’re on your own.

Now, don’t look like that.

I mean, what’s the good of gathering stories if you don’t get to tell them in front of a group every now and then?

As for specific operations, well, I can’t tell you much beyond “they exist”, because I don’t know.

If you’re heading in a way that crosses winds with one of them, they’ll find you and tell you what you need to know about hooking up with them.

High tech, big business, politics? We’re there too.

Japan? Europe? The Middle East? You name it, one of us has an eye on it.

Well, let’s just say that if you turn over enough stones, you’re eventually going to find more than dirt underneath one.

Do your job right, and there’s a good chance you’ll find yourself in a heap of trouble soon or later.

Quit thinking so literally!

The possibilities are, as they say, endless.

Between Facebook, Twitter, and all that jazz, almost everyone has some sort of internet presence — and online friends — these days.

A couple of dummy accounts armed with stock photos and a fake bio, and suddenly I’m “friends” with whatever patsy I’m looking for more info on.

If I’m lucky, he’ll keep a running dialogue with his hundred closest buddies about where he’s “checking in” for the meeting I want to listen in on.

If I’m really lucky, he’ll jump on instant messaging and try to impress his new “follower” with some handy details that can be used against him.

Of course, if I’m unlucky, I might end up with pictures of his naked junk, but even those can be used for blackmail or sold off to the highest bidder — it’s gross, but hey, them’s the breaks in the info business.

Government agencies are required to make certain files accessible to the public. So, a lot of that stuff we used to have to wing it down to the archives office to get a gander at is now available on a point-and-click basis through one website or another.

If you can get a hacker on your side, there’s almost nothing you can’t find out about someone.

Debit card transaction records, ISP cookie files, internet site caches, phone and text message logs? Easy breezy, lemon-squeezy, if you know what I mean.

Don’t get me wrong. We were made to do what we do — and to do it well. Like any fine piece of equipment, form follows function, and all that jazz.

I thought that might get your attention.

What? You don’t know that one? I’ll tell you later.

The thing? Where you drink the stuff from a corpse’s eye, and you see the last thing it saw before it died?

Oh, come on now; don’t make that face. You’ll take to it quick enough.

There’s no better way to get information on what killed some poor schmuck, or why it was done.

See, that’s another thing about being one of us. That whole discretion thing? Not so much. We can’t shut up.

Hey, don’t tell me you noticed; that’s disrespectful.

Information wants to be free, and it’s hard as hell for us to hold back when we know a juicy tidbit.

You probably have noticed that there’s some differences between, say, me and you.

You’re probably more comfortable that way, cuz it’s how you were born.

Y’all are usually pretty cliquish, talkative — even by our standards — and a little fuzzy on the notion of property rights where shiny things are concerned.

We tend toward the twitchy loner type.

We’re generalists, built to survive anywhere, under any circumstances.

Sure, it’s fun to go poking after spooky stuff; all kinds of interesting things hiding out in the shadows.

Just make sure if you join up with a band of these guys, that at least one of you has the brains to keep an eye on where the exits are.

Don’t be dumb enough to think stumbling onto something interesting means you’re tough enough to deal with it yourself

Oh, and once they start talking? Pack a lunch. You’re gonna be there a while.

But their big money makers aren’t “things” at all — they’re secrets.

Passwords, bleeding-edge code, blackmail fodder, and anything else that someone doesn’t want brought to light?

Their CEO is riding the headwinds of technology at this point, and there are big things on the horizon for the “company”.

It’s creepy as hell.

You either high-tail it out of there, or prepare to be a part of the fighting, cuz things are about to get crazy.

They’re always picking fights, causing trouble, and generally being the biggest bitches they can get away with.

Trying to be bad, yep, yep, yep. Pulling it off? Sometimes.

Oh, and it’s a girls’ club only. No boys allowed.

Most of the time, they’re never heard from again.

There’s stuff out there that would eat a little-bit like you without even needing to spit out the bones.

I mean, time works different out there, and the rules are all wonky.

They were pure, once upon a time.

They’re the trickster’s tricksters, and they take the job damn seriously, which means they’re always practicing — and pissing people off.

It looks kind of goofy, and you walk funny while you’re in it.

Most of us are thin and don’t tan well, which makes us kinda look like underfed Goths.

It’s not a sure-fire giveaway, but it can be a clue.

Hold your head high.

We’re big, we’re smart, we’re fast, we’re beautiful; what’s not to love?

I don’t even want to talk about the feet.

It's just humiliating.

We look out for you, and you look out for us. Capische?

They talk too much, but if you know what to listen for and what to ignore, you can learn a lot. Assuming you don’t kill them first.

They irritate without making enemies.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

[luisa2swag]

Love me for me (2)

"If you're so great how come you don't know how to tie your shoes properly, doo-doo head ?" I shot back, taking a step closer with my chin up, finger pointing at his untied basketball shoes. Jungkook scoffed "why am I even here arguing with you? You sure talk a lot but you forget that your last name is Mcniplecocker. Thats an instant L"

he towered over you, chest looking larger than usual thanks to the tight white shirt that stuck to his body with sweat. Your eyes darted to his nipple and before he could even muster another insult, His nipples were firmly grasped between your thumbs and index fingers, twisting away with all your might.

Your lips tugged upwards in satisfaction when he let out a yell of surprise and pain.

"What the actual fuck?!" He backed away, freeing himself from your hands. You smirked "Now you know why my last name is Mcniplecocker. Because I twist nipples and I certainly do have a cock!"

You were shameless as you said theses words. Jungkook couldn't even bother thinking of something else to say other than "okay I'm leaving." As you watched him walk away from you in the empty classroom. You saw him turn the doorknob but he did not move.

Was he maybe going to say something?

The tugs at the door knob became more violent with each twist and you could see Jungkook losing patience. His shoulders slumped, "We're locked in."

"W-what?"

[THREE HOURS BEFORE BEING LOCKED]

"W-wow." You looked at the school in amazement, boxes in your hands, you watched as the other male students buzzled around campus with their parents and installed themselves into their dorms.

You didn't have the luxury of being here with your dad. Imagine one of the most wanted criminals in the past setting foot into a place filled with lawyers. Your plan would be immediately dead but most importantly, you'd be behind bars.

This school must of been as old as Harvard. The building resembled the ones they would teach about in history class -You know the medieval ages- only the inside had been done up.

They were the only University that didn't open its gates to every gender which only lured more male heirs from all over the planet.

Parents thought that no girls meant no distractions but what they failed to know was that in 2018,some boys didn't just like girls.

"Hey, do you want help? You seem lost.." startled at the sudden deep voice coming from your right side, you jumped a bit.

Turning around to take a look at who had the audacity to initiate a conversation with your lonely ass. To be completely honest, you had just been standing around, mouth agape, looking at boys passing you by.

Holy shit he's hot

Instantly, you felt blood rush to your cheeks, you hoped that he wouldn't notice. He stood tall compared to you, nose long and eyes almost rectangle-ish. The sun and the ore gold were both jealous of his heavenly skin. You watched as he ran a large hand through his chestnut hair.

"Uh-huh" was all you could muster. A frown draped itself on your features, realizing how dumb and un-dude-ish you just sounded. Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, nothing could prepare you to the fact that a freaking model would be here speaking to your thirsty ass.

"Are you perhaps looking for your dorm? I had tricky time finding mine too in my first year." His voice god his voice.

"Am Taehyung, by the way." He smiled, a smile so adorable you couldn't help but smile back too.

"Am Bob, yeah I think I need help."you smiled sheepishly, holding your box closer to your chest.

"Alright, ill need the number of your dorm."

"67-b"

"Ahhh, that's the law dorms. So you're a law student huh? So am I." He seemed excited. Long legs already taking the lead to find your dorm.

"Are you a third year student or ?" You asked, now entering the dorm you presumed to be yours.

"No, just a second year." He smiled.

You both walked in a comfortable silence until he stopped infront of a door. "67-b is here." He said with the nod of his head, leaning against the wall near the door.

"Do we usually have roommates?" You read that since it was such a prestigious and little school, they would give you your own room but you needed to be sure. You didn't want any surprises. "Yeah it'll just be you in there." He affirmed with his usual dashing smile.

"Official classes start in two days but if you want, you could still go check out the classrooms. There won't be any teachers so make sure you leave the door open or else you might be surprised."

"Oh okay." You didn't bother dropping your voice a couple octaves, sure that in the near future where you could be possibly drunk or inattentive, It'd royally fuck you up. You found it to be a better idea to stick to your normal low but warm voice and let the guys think that "oh, his voice sounds slightly feminine!"

You took a step back, hoodie floating around your body and hiding your womanly curves the best it could, you bowed slightly "thank you so much. I hope I'll see you around school!" You actually did hope to see him around .

Not only was he devilishly handsome but very sweet. You wouldn't mind spending time with him all while gawking at his beauty greater than the Greek gods. "If you want, in about three hours I'll be able to hang. I would've been available way sonner if it wasn't for the fact that we both need to unpack a little bit. We could meet up at your new law class? What do you say?" He pointed finger guns at you, only making you blush more.

Fuck he doesn't even know I am a girl and here I am blushing like a schoolgirl just because he invited me to hang out.

"I'd love to I-I mean yeah, that be cool dude." Awkwardly, you raised a fist in the air which he happily bumped. "Okay I'll be off now!"

And just like that, the chestnut haired boy was out of your feet with hop of his own. Leaving you to unpack with the sound of 90's music from your cellphone.

Your room was a decent size, a simple bed on the left with a desk on the right, a tiny kitchen area and out and down the hallways were the shared bathrooms.

You took out the basics, some clothes, toothbrush, the frozen goods your dad had cooked you and bedsheets. You'd finish up your room later,after seeing Taehyung.

Yeah, I'll do this as soon as I get back!

[thirty minutes before being locked]

Your room looked neat. There were still some boxes here and there but you promised yourself to unpack them as soon as you got back.

Now you had changed into a comfortable black t-shirt and joggers.You made sure to duck-tape your breast, of course.

You stepped outside, the sun hung lower but still shined and the wind blew, giving you a comfortable breeze. The other students also seemed to take this evening as a chance to explore the campus more.

You watched as two boys ran, almost bumping you on their way. The shorter one with plump lips turned and blurted a bunch of apologizes before his taller lean friend dragged him by the collar. "Cmon Jimin, we need to get him !" And they were gone, leaving you to wonder exactly who they were going to get.

You continued making your way to the class, eventually finding it.

It was spacious just like in the movies about college life. You quickly found yourself a the front where the teacher desk was but before that you made sure to keep the door open, starring into space and waiting for the young man. You heard foot-steps and a smile already adorned your features.

You turned around, waiting to be met with the chestnut haired boy but you were just met face to face with a chestnut haired boy, that wasn't your chestnut haired boy.

"Erm, sorry." You squirmed away as the buff boy with the angular nose reached to grab something behind you.

"Were you really trying to steal the notes professor had prepared for me?" He took out a sheet of paper almost out of thin air and you just stared in amazement until it hit you.

Hold on, did this guy just accuse me ?

"W-what? I didn't even know that was there. I don't even know who you are!" Brows twisted together in confusion, you couldn't help but dart your eyes to the paper and to his piercing gaze, examining me like a corpse.

I gulped when he crossed his arms over his chest, oblivious to his flexing, he stood about one head and a half taller than me.

"You're lying. Everyone knows me." He scoffed, confident in the words he spoke as I blinked away, still In confusion.

"Come again?" I tried, I really genuinely had no clue who this dude was. I mean yeah he's kinda cute or whatever but with an attitude like that, I don't see him having any friends.

"Of course you would play dumb, well you are dumb for trying to steal my notes. Maybe you should take the initiative like me and ask teachers to prepare you notes of everything you'll have to study for the semester." His thin upper lip twitched upwards, his eyes trailing over my body, probably judging.

"I wouldn't be so quick to judge lil punk, school hasn't even started yet and to inform you, i am the smartest student here, I don't need your bitchass notes to be able to catch up on class before class has even started."ooooh I burned his bunny looking ass!

A smirk adorned my full lips when I noticed the blush spread across his cheeks like wildfire. I watched as his confident facade slowly broke when he took a step back.

"I guess you really don't know me then, my name is Jeon Jungkook." Now he was the one with the smirk.

I deadpanned, "Uh, yeah I totally know you. Omg I cant believe I didn't realize sonner!" Arms crossed, I rolled my eyes.

"Think harder dumbass. Jeon Jungkook, doesn't that ring any bells?"

I thought hard, past all the cat memes, gta on PlayStation 2 cheat codes, my club penguin password, the pin of my first iPod. Past all the unnecessary things my brain stored I finally found what he has hinting.

All boys : Great Jeon University

It couldn't be, no .

Or could it be ? With my luck it could. His smile grew larger as he saw my eyes widen in shock. "Don't tell me this is some crappy wattpad plot where your family happens to own this school?" I already dreaded the answer I knew I would get. "Yes it is." His chest proudly rose.

"Well I couldn't care less , dumbass." I stated, indifferent.

"I just told you that my family basically owns this place and you don't give a shit?" Index pointed at my face, he asked dumbfounded. Not sure if my lack of respect for him should be a good thing or not. "You have a lot of guts for saying that to the great Jeon."

"If you're so great how come you don't know how to tie your shoes properly, doo-doo head ?" I shot back, taking a step closer with my chin up, finger pointing at his untied basketball shoes. Jungkook scoffed "why am I even here arguing with you? You sure talk a lot but you forget that your last name is Mcniplecocker. Thats an instant L" Your eyes twitched confused, how did he know your name? Then your orbs wondered down to your shirt who haired had gifted you as a joke with your fake name written just above your left tit.

he towered over you, chest looking larger than usual thanks to the tight white shirt that stuck to his body with sweat. Your eyes darted to his nipple and before he could even muster another insult, His nipples were firmly grasped between your thumbs and index fingers, twisting away with all your might.

Your lips tugged upwards in satisfaction when he let out a yell of surprise and pain.

"What the actual fuck?!" He backed away, freeing himself from your hands. You smirked "Now you know why my last name is Mcniplecocker. Because I twist nipples and I certainly do have a cock!"

[taehyung pov]

I don't remember the building being so far... I entered the law block, nothing but the sound of my sneakers against the wood floor could be heard. Hallways were clear and so was the sky this evening. I smiled thinking of the new friend I had made.

Pat pat pat I whipped my head around st the sudden running noise "Jimin? Namjoon?" My brows arched in confusion, I watched how they frantically started shouting my name.

I looked back to the front

The class where I had so kindly asked you to meet up with me was maybe twenty steps away

I couldn't just blow you off, no that wasn't something I'd want at all.

But with a blink of an eye and a stumbling Jimin, we we're passed the door and left behind a loud clacking noise. In fear of having accidentally closed the door shut, I twisted my neck to look back all while running with the two grown man looped around my arms. "J-Jimin, the d-door!" I let out breathless, heart thumping

"Guys -wait there's someone-" Jimin quickly interrupted "Yoongi snuck a girl on campus!" I looked back again, wishing that my gut feeling was wrong, wishing I hadn't just locked someone in a classroom.

She might be late, everyone comes late nowadays! I reassured myself.

With a aggressive tug of my sleeve from Namjoon, I realized that I didn't have a choice.

I'll come back later, I promise.

[Narrator pov] You were shameless as you said theses words. Jungkook couldn't even bother thinking of something else to say other than "okay I'm leaving." As you watched him walk away from you in the empty classroom. You saw him turn the doorknob but he did not move.

Was he maybe going to say something?

The tugs at the door knob became more violent with each twist and you could see Jungkook losing patience. His shoulders slumped, "We're locked in."

"W-what?"

[headfulloffantasies]

Captain America Fitness Challenge

A short fic of how the Captain America PSA in Spiderman Homecoming might have come about

An elementary school teacher in Queens had noticed her students obsession with superheroes and in true blue fashion had arranged her teaching program around said heroes. The science section of the classroom was labelled “Iron Man’s lab” and the kids did deep breathing to calm their “inner Hulk”. Quiet reading time was Spy Time and every game they played had some sort of Avengers theme.

The school board got wind of it and lost their minds. They called in the education media director, Clark, to see if he thought this kind of thing would work throughout all levels of education.

Clark sat facing a board of grey faced old people and very kindly explained that young children loved anything with the label of their heroes slapped on it. But teenagers were cynical machines of sarcasm and they would not stand for cheesy characactures.

“You know memes? They will make memes,” he tried to explain.

Somehow the board took this and interpreted that Clark wanted to work with the genuine article.

“We want you to find an Avenger to do some PSA and training programs for high school students,” they formally said. Informally, they told Clark to jump and when he asked how high they said the moon.

“This is impossible,” Clark groaned to Kelly and Lola, his assistants.

Kelly was not listening and was entirely focused on the possibilities. “We could have Thor do weather announcements, and Iron Man and Dr. Banner could do science facts, and when we find Black Widow, she can do the discipline reprimands.”

Clark stared at Kelly

“Find… Black Widow?”

Kelly was jazzed, not sensing the irony. “Yeah man! She’s terrifying, she’d scare all the kids straight.”

Clark pinched the bridge of his nose, “Kelly, if you find Black Widow you’d better apply for SHEILD because you’re a better spy than any of them.”

Lola, his tiny camera-Woman, smacked Clark on the shoulder. “The Avengers have a PR rep, you idiot. We can go talk to her. She’ll give us someone’s number.”

The Avengers’ PR representative was a terrifying lady named Maria Hill. For a split second Clark thought she was Black Widow in disguise and then he remembered that international spies didn’t work for PR firms.

Ms. Hill folded her hands on top of her desk. “You want to do what?”

“A couple of short PSA docs with one or two of the Avengers. We’d show the video clips in schools to promote education and behaviours.” Clark repeated his spiel he’d gotten from the board of education.

“You want Captain America to tell kids not to do drugs?” Ms. Hill interpreted.

“Yeah, for starts,” Clark answered.

“Captain America is a product of drug experimentation,” she said.

Huh. Clark had to sit back and think about that one. “Well someone else can do the drug PSA then. What about Iron-,”

Ms. Hill started laughing before he finished and didn’t stop until Clark was worried she’d busted her gallbladder.

“Hulk?” He offered weakly.

Ms. Hill had to excuse herself for a full five minutes.

In the end, she set up meetings for Captain America, Iron man, Scarlet Witch, and Bruce Banner.

“Thor is off world and as agents of SHIELD, Black Widow and Hawkeye are on assignment,” Ms. Hill explained.

“Off world,” Lola mouthed at Clark. She was vibrating with excitement.

They picked a cafe to meet Captain America at.

“Do you think Cap drinks Americanos?” Lola asked. She was on her third iced coffee and was quickly approaching a new plane of existence.

Captain America walked into the cafe in a white t shirt and blue jeans. The Falcon followed him and Clark nearly lost his mind. The two heroes seemed to be in the middle of some kind of argument as they approached the table.

“He’s not in Cuba, Steve. Would you go on vacation if you were a terrorist?”

“But Hydra was definitely involved in the Cold War and Buck might have been-,” Cap cut himself off when he noticed the attention of the three nerds at the table.

Cap was painfully polite as he sat down and listened to them introduce themselves and explain their hopes for working with him and Falcon. He insisted that they call him Steve.

Kelly short circuited at this request and called him Captain Steve for the remainder of the meeting.

Lola, still jittering at a higher frequency, asked the first question. “Mr. Falcon, have you ever done drugs?”

“Excuse me?”

Clark resisted the urge to slam his head against the table.

Kelly explained. “We want at least one drug PSA, but we’ve discovered that some heroes have,um, experimented? In the past. And we don’t want to be hypocritical.”

Sam turned a wide grin on Steve, who looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“Hypocrites, Steve,” he said.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “You said other heroes. Who else is doing this?”

“Well, you’re the first we’ve talked to,” Clark explained, “But we’d like as many people involved as possible. Iron Man-,”

“No,” Steve interrupted, hands splayed in the table. “Do not talk to Tony Stark. He will corrupt all the children.”

“That’s a bit mean,” Sam said.

Steve turned on him. “Do you remember Halloween?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam nodded. “Get him far away from the kids.”

Steve met Clark’s eye. “I’ll do it, as long as you don’t contact Tony Stark or let him anywhere near this.”

Clark nodded dumbly. “Yeah, okay.”

Falcon shook his head, “I don’t need more attention. Count me out.”

In the end, only Captain America agreed to do the project. Dr. Banner turned green around the gills when they sat down with him and had to leave halfway through the meeting. Scarlet Witch didn’t return any of their calls. Hawkeye somehow got Clark’s number and rang him to ask why he wasn’t invited to do the thing.

“I am an exceptional role model,” he claimed. “I can teach the kiddos all kinds of stuff.”

“Aren’t you a spy?” Clark asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“Don’t you need to keep your identity a secret? These videos are going to be shown across America and will be posted on the internet.”

The phone was silent.

“So I might not have thought this through,” Hawkeye said at last.

Captain America was not Steve Rogers, Clark decided. Steve Rogers was a guy from Brooklyn, with a foul mouth and an attitude. Kelly had to go out back and take a breather when he heard Steve call the president “A loud mouthed capitalist, elitist, entitled waste of oxygen.”

Steve walked onto the sound stage with Black Widow in tow. Kelly nearly plotzed.

Black Widow was wearing a black t shirt with “From Russia with Love” printed on it in gold cursive. She called it irony with a smile like a shark.

“The love, or Russia?” Lola tried to clarify.

Black Widow cocked her head. “Both.”

“Are you maybe willing to do a couple of short videos for us?” Clark asked.

She smiled like a knife. “I’m just here to make sure Steve goes through with it.”

Steve whined, making it very clear that he was regretting his decision.

“Think of the children.” Black Widow said, patting his arm.

Steve whined, “The children can learn from their own mistakes.”

The suit changed Steve. He became apple pie, picket fences, and justice the second the mask went on.

The camera was rolling, the teleprompter booted up, and away he went. The star spangled man with a plan flew through the Captain America Fitness Challenge.

Clark yelled “cut” and suddenly he was Steve again.

“I hate you,” he snapped at Black Widow. “I am not an example for children.”

Lola approached Steve. “We want to do the discipline memos next.”

“Discipline?” Steve straightened. “Are they still caning kids in schools?”

Lola’s eyes went wide and Clark had to smother a laugh. “No, detention.”

Steve nodded sagely. “Caning never worked anyways. It's not much of a punishment when you’ve already lost a fight.”

Lola made a horrified squeak and hurried back to her camera.

Clark asked, “Hey, do you want to go off script for a bit? Impart some wisdom to the youngsters?”

Steve perked up. “Really?”

He leaned into the camera. “To every single one of you kids. Get your vaccinations. I don’t care what your parents say. Polio sucks, trust me.”

From behind the camera Black Widow yelled, “You’re a dirty liar, Rogers. I’ve seen your file, you never had polio.”

“No, but I had measles and mumps,” he volleyed back.

Steve addressed the camera again. “If you’re going to punch a nazi, don’t tuck your thumb into your fist. You’ll break your hand.”

“Okay, thanks,” Clark choked. “Let's go back to the teleprompter.”

“Hi, I’m Captain America. Here to talk to you about one of the most valuable traits a student or soldier can have. Patience.”

****

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Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together. - [ How fluffy and cute can we get :3c? ]

Drabble meme! || Accepting, and will take 5ever writing them.You picked: Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.

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A butterfly can never truly be caged; caught, but not caged. Where there were cracks in the walls, it could escape, even for a moment. Today was going to be that day.

It's been almost a year since Corrin was forcefully brought. Since the night Corrin snuck out, and meet Jeanne, she's been getting better. Having the servants keep a constant eye on her, it was hard to get out to see her friend, her retainer, her only companion at this moment besides her siblings that visited from time to time. Elise had already gone back to the main castle in the capital, and once again, she was alone.

Alone.... the wings of the butterfly were cringing, tense, unable to stretch.

Near the one year 'anniversary', Jeanne had thought up of something. It wouldn't hurt to take the girl out to the forest out back, would it? Just for a day; just for a moment. Let the girl spread her wings and experience the world from past the fortress walls. But why...? Never had she held much appreciation for the people here. Being a spirit and all had its perks, but it too, was lonely. Did she see some of herself in the child? Shaking her head, Jeanne sneaked into Corrin's room late one night, per usual. Their lessons were usually held around this time. No one seemed to notice their routine, yet -- thank the Dusk Dragon!

"Jeanne-sama!" Called Corrin, putting down the book and jumping off her bed. She had grown just a few inches during that time, but she was still as short as ever. Arms wrapped around the elder's waist, only to be pulled off with a head pat. Still, she couldn't help the small giggle that came. Bliss came to her face, hands holding one another. She couldn't stop bouncing in her spot! A strange thing happened, the more she clung and was around the spirit. The closed box was opening; a flower finally blooming. Over the months they spent together, Corrin had become more confident and more talkative around Jeanne. More like how she was before all this happened.

"What are we going to do today? Are you going to teach me how to cast a thunderstorm? Are we going to study more about magic?" So many questions! Jeanne shook her head, kneeling down with her hand on her head still. This was odd.... did Corrin say or do something wrong? Lingering fear began to crept, Jeanne's voice easing it away with her reply.

"Today, we're going to do something special. We're going on a trip."

"A trip? Where... where are we going? I'm not allowed outside the fortress... But that's OK! Because I have you and the others!"

"How can you be happy, locked up in this place? You don't deserve such a fate. You cannot progress if you don't see the world outside these walls."

"...Father will get mad... He's already mad at me because I accidently set the kitchen on fire. It..It was an accident! Now I'm banned from performing magic...."

"That is something we'll work on. I told you to not use magic until we perfected it...  For now, we're leaving. Your Father won't find out, either." A sly grin formed on her face, picking the child up and casting a teleportation spell before she had a chance to retort. Corrin's arms quickly went around Jeanne's neck, hiding her face as they suddenly teleported from one space to another. She had to be careful where she took the young one. Who knows who would be spying, and keeping an eye on their activities out here.

A wide field, dancing with green, gently rolling hills contrasting against the dark mountains. Flowers were sparce, but it didn't take away from its beauty. Corrin slowly opened her eyes, and a loud gasp flowed from her lips. To her, this felt like another world. As she was let down, bare feet paused at the new sensation. This was the ground? This was dirt? It was kind of cold, but it felt so sweet. The wind blew, pushing their hair up and causing the child to shiver a bit. It added to the exicement.

"Where are we?"

"Outside the fortress." Standing tall, Jeanne turned her head towards the fortress that was now in the background. The lights dimly shining. Her attention returned to Corrin, a little surprised to see her, now, doing a small dance in the wind. What a strange child. Was freedom really that limited to her? She watched her carefully, like a hawk, finding some amusement amidst the strange act. A misstep and a fall made the princess fall, but she didn't cry. Yes, it hurt a bit, but not enough to warrant a cry. Rolling onto her back, childish giggles filled the air.

Outside, she was OUTSIDE! The one place she dreamed of being since forced here! It actually happened! How did Jeanne know that she wanted this? Corrin closed her eyes, arms and legs spread out to enjoy the ground beneath her. Soft footsteps could be heard approaching her, leaning over and raising a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the ground."

"...And why is that?"

"It's comfortable! A little cold, but it feels nice~!"

"You're strange." Another wave of laughter, slowly rising and brushing off as much grass as she could. The spirit chuckled, brushing a few more off her back and her hair. There didn't seem to be any grass stains, thankfully. A moment passed before Jeanne took the princess' hand and began to lead her to the edge of the forest, showing her the fauna that were nearby. Telling to her be quiet, they observed the wildlife, and once they departed, they traveled further into the woodlands. Trees as far as the eyes can see; the sound of rushing water not too far off.

Their small trip was spent exploring, for the most part. Flora, fauna, you name it; they were exploring it all. At one point, Corrin ran off on her own, following a rabbit. Jeanne had to chase after her and gave her a small scolding, following by a pat of a head. It was nice to see that she had grown out of her shell, for the most part. What was this nagging feeling that there was still more to see? Ah, time will tell. As the dawn began to break, Jeanne finally ended the trip. Of course, Corrin wasn't happy with this, but reluctly followed and returned to the field. There was still so much to do! So much to see, so much to take note of and take in! Why now? Why did this have to happen? Picking the child back up, she casted another teleportation spell and quickly put the child to bed. After all that exicement, it wasn't hard for her to finally fall asleep.

"Thank you, Jeanne-sama."

"Hmm?" About to question the gratitude, Corrin fell asleep. The spirit shook her head, brushing a hand through her hair. Why did she get the feeling that she was starting to become attached to the princess? Turning on her heels, she whispered a soft, "Good night" 'fore leaving the room, wandering the halls for servants.

"A butterfly should never be held within a filthy cage. One day, Corrin.... One day, you'll know freedom. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll leave this cage together."

[mslanna]

Sara Ryder Meme or Something

I was tagged by @pinkcatpaw

Put my own (verbose) spin on it by answering everything with a tiny drabble...

I don’t even know who to tag who wasn’t already tagged? So all ye MEA luvlies following me consider yourself tagged if ye weren’t already. Show me your Ryders! :D

1. So, the basics! Name? Preferred nickname, if any?

Sara.

She had never felt any special connection her name. It was just that. Her name. She couldn’t imagine having another but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel exactly the same if the parents had decided to call her Vanessa.

But it was different when SAM said it. It felt significant. She was Sara. Not the Pathfinder, not Ryder, not her father’s daughter even. She was Sara and that in itself made her important. To SAM. Probably to Scott as well. It was a feeling of identity she didn’t know she had been missing.

“Thank you SAM,” she said, wondering if it was similar for the AI and if they knew how it made her feel.

“You’re welcome,” they replied. “Sara.”

She smiled. They knew alright.

2. What was their first impression of Nexus leadership?

Well now that was a downer. The whole of the Nexus leadership was not planning to help her out. After all she was Pathfinder for a whooping 7 hours or what already? No problem, she had it down. No need to interfere with her plans. Here, take the ship and go. And don’t mess it up or we’ll all die.

Sara couldn’t enjoy the view of the Tempest with those thoughts running through her head on repeat. Was a little more advice or guidance too much to ask? Or had none of them gotten their head out of their arse since their arrival. In a way, she was a mirror to them all – come into responsibilities they were not prepared for by a long shot.

That didn’t have to mean you bungled it automatically though. Even if most of them seemed ready to prove this at any cost.

3. Who are they closest to on the Tempest?

“Trouble, kid?” Drack rarely came up to the vidcon table. Nobody it. So Sara used it as a refuge in plain sight when she wanted to be alone but not really be alone.

“Yeah,” she sighed, making unnecessary room at the table as an invitation.

Drack took it. His bulk right next to her felt like a bulwark against everything; a small cone of safety in a galaxy that had none.

“You had nothing but since you arrived,” Drack said. “What’s different now?”

Sara sighed again. How was he so observant? Was is raising Kesh?

“A man, right? Or a woman? Someone?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You should have seen Kesh when she realised she liked Vorn.” Drack laughed. “That squishy piece of brains and she fell for him anyway.”

“Well, humans are all squishy, so-”

“A human, then,” Drack interrupted her. “Interesting.”

“Why?” Sara asked almost offended. “Do I look so thrill-hungry that I wouldn’t take anything but the newest adventure? Did you expect to run off with Jaal or something?”

“He likes you,” Drack just replied.

“I know.” Sara sighed again. Half her vocabulary seemed to be sighs. A thing to sigh about all on its own. “It’s Reyes.”

Drack broke out into laughter, clapping her back.

“It’s not funny,” Sara said. “He’s shady at least. That he works against Sloane is nice but not a redeeming quality in and of itself. And-”

“And you like him anyway.” Drack finished laughing.

“I do.” She smiled when she admitted it. What could she do? And Drack seemed to think it funny.

“Be careful, kid,” he said. “He is shady. Don’t get blind-sided into crap. And if you do – bring me. I’ll teach him some manners.”

That was an image Sara would treasure. “Will do, Drack. Thank you.”

“Any time, kid.”

They stared ahead in shared silence.

4. How did they react to becoming Pathfinder?

If there was anything worse than losing your father to your own incompetence it was probably inheriting his job contrary to any sense and procedure. Plus a headache.

“I apologise for the headache,” SAM said in her head. It didn’t improve the pain but at least she knew where it came from. “I am adjusting to your physiology. Your hormone levels differ from Alec’s significantly, as does the general make-up of your brain.”

How nice to know that you were your own person. Probably. Why did she have to be Pathfinder? The transfer worked through half a galaxy; Cora had been right there! Sara was ready to curse her father. It wasn’t a new urge but now it was somewhat dampened by him being dead. It was not proper to curse the dead.

Even if they were the most selfish, block-headed, distant, thoughtless tit you could think of. Why would he do that to her? Arriving in Heleus had been difficult enough, nothing looked like promised. And now it was her job to make everything work. Everything!

How could he ever think this was a good idea? What did she have that Cora did not? The other way round, Sara could come up with a very long list of relevant abilities to being a Pathfinder. She only had herself and – well.

Sara put her head in her hands. Two hours was not long to come to grips with her new role. On the other hand, all she had to do was get herself killed to move the role of Pathfinder back where it belonged. That didn’t sound too difficult.

5. How is their relationship with their family?

If somebody had told her a day ago that the last thing she saw before almost dying was her father sacrificing his own life for her, Sara would have laughed. She would still laugh if only to avoid crying.

Alec Ryder had been distant, even when Ellen had tried to bridge the chasm. It had not worked. The awkward family reunion dinner was only one proof in an endless row. Alec Ryder cared about the success of his children, their careers, their progress, the mark they made for themselves. There was always a measuring edge in his eye when he looked at you. And frankly, most of the time you felt you did not measure up.

Having him die so she could live did not really convince Sara of the opposite. If she had measured up, if she had been the daughter he wanted, she would not have brought him into such a situation. The Sara Ryder he had wanted, would have found a way to let them both survive.

It didn’t explain his last actions. But Alec Ryder had always been distant. Who could hope to understand his motives?

6. Did they have any other personal reason for coming to Andromeda?

Nope.

7. Do they have any scars? What’s the story of how they got them?

Yes, but they’re purely for my personal aesthetic so no story behind them.

8. What do they usually do to relax?

“What do you mean this doesn’t count?” Sara looked around. They had just mowed through the huge kett facility north west of Prodromos. She felt pretty good.

“It’s not relaxing is all I’m saying,” Liam insisted.

“I consider it relaxing,” Sara replied. “Feeling really relaxed now.”

“But what do you do to wind down? Kick back? Calm down?”

“You mean like slowing down until your head starts to think thoughts?” Sara winced. “I don’t do that. I know why, trust me. Better like this.

She scanned the battlefield once more. Only dead kett and the first of the Initiative people come to take what they could use in Prodromos. The colony was floating on enough blood to tide the Armada. So did everything the Initiative had built. And the Pathfinder was their spear- and figurehead. No, she would not slow down to think. Not ever.

9. Do they have a favourite planet?

“We can’t even live there yet!” Liam said.

“Doesn’t matter,” Sara replied with a happy grin. “It’s called after me, so it’s my favourite now! Ryder-I. I like it.”

She looked down at the storm covered planet. It would take years to terraform it manually. She would certainly never see it viable enough to buy a home down three. But it was a legacy. The garden she would never see in bloom.

“I like it,” she repeated to herself.

10. Do they have an LI? What is their ideal date with them?

“I don’t think this counts as a date.”

“What?” Reyes spread his arms in surprised hurt. “There is music-”

“Cicadas of doom.”

“A romantic fire-”

“We blew up an Outcast outpost.””There is even-”

“If you suggest that the burnt flesh of our enemies makes for a nice picnic, I’ll scream.”

“Of course I brought provisions,” Reyes replied still pulling off the hurt act.

“For what?” Sara asked exasperated. “In case we had to starve them out?”

“I see how it is,” he said. “Let me – just allow me.” He took her arm and led her away from the flaming wreck that had once been an Outcast stronghold.

Sara let herself be led away. She was not angry per se. Fucking shit up with Reyes fun. Winding down afterwards was even more fun. Or at least fun in a more satisfying way. But calling the razing of an Outcast base a date was taking it a little too far.

They climbed a small hill and on the other side lay a string of springs, some steaming, some throwing an insane amount of bubbles, some lying still like dark blue crystals. Reyes walked straight towards them.

“I could not risk having the Outcast disrupt out date, could I now?” He grinned slyly. “And I know you get so high strung fighting. You need a safe way to blow off steam.” Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her into an embrace. “I hope you forgot your bathing suit, yes?”

11. What is their preferred fighting style?

“Sara don’t...”

She didn’t hear the rest of the sentence. With an excited grin, Sara charged into the group of kett jumping from the incoming shuttle. Then she scattered them with a Nova and turned to find the nearest target with her flame-thrower activated. That took down another enemy.

Still ginning Sara pumped a load from he shotgun into the closes Chosen before charging away again. The Anointed never had a chance, stumbling under he impact the full force of her krogan hammer smashed him into pulp. Scanning the immediate surroundings, Sara cam up with absolutely zilch kett. What a pity.

Then the noise of another incoming shuttle caught Sara’s attention. This party was far from over.

12. Finally, did they bring anything important with them from the Milky Way?

“Scott!”

Sara didn’t slow down until she had her arms locked firmly around her brother, almost keeling him over. He was alive. He was alive. He was really, really alive.

“Whoa there, big sister.” He returned the hug as intense. “You might think I was dead or something.”

“You almost were, you idiot.” She sat down next to him, checking for any signs of hurt.

“Wouldn’t dream of infringing on your territory.” He laughed but it was uneasy.

“I promised my doc I’d stop dying.” Sara looked at her hands. “Also, I can’t leave my little brother alone in this nasty new galaxy.”

Silence fell and Sara leant against her brother. He felt so real it was painful. She really coudn’t imagine being stranded in Heleus without him. She’d be more alone h´than ever, friends and lover or no. Nobody could ever replace Scott.

“Do you want to know how dad died?” Sara finally asked.

“Later,” Scott replied. “Let’s just,” he hesitated, “you’re here.”

“Yeah.” Sara closed her eyes. She was here. And so was he – finally.

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Tomato Soup and Lemon Zest: Catiac Agreste

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 2/3

ao3  fanfic   1 - 2 - 3

Notes: This is not how I thought this chapter would go, and I intended this to be two chapters wtf

P.S. Please let me know what you think! (Also, if anything is offensive, tell me, I like to consider people's feelings) 

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“Oh my God,” Adrien fell back on his bed, hugging his pillow to his face to suppress the ever waiting wail he’d let out.

Plagg blinked at him slowly while chewing on a slice of camembert. He could almost see the red in Adrien’s face burning through the cushion.

“Plagg…”

“Yeah?”

“Plaaaaaggg…”

“Um, yeah?”

“PLAA-”

“YEAH. OK. Adrien, I’m listening… just say whatever it is before I stop caring.”

Adrien sighed, sitting up suddenly and resting his head in his hands. “Plagg, what have I done?” He groaned, “Did you see the way he looked at me?! Why am I so stupid?!”

“I dunno, but why did it take you so long to realize this?”

“That I’m stupid?”

“No, that you were putting on the dumbest show back there.”

“Not helping!” Adrien reached back at flung a pillow at Plagg.

Plagg laughed as he dodged. “What was it you said right before you left? ‘Don't miss me too much’? I would've paid a million bucks to see the face he made one more time.”

Adrien felt like throwing up. He had ended up flirting with Nathaniel so heavily that he might as well have slapped him in the ass and whispered ‘meet me at my place’ in his ear.

He didn't know where it had come from. Well, he knew how he'd become attracted to Nathaniel. Just one partner class assignment and he couldn't stop smiling at the mention of his name. The moment he had a chance to talk to him again it felt like his heart was a news broadcast and someone had snatched the mic from his hand to shout ‘fuckerightinthepussy’.

Adrien wanted to snort at the meme he had recalled, but he was too busy panicking.

He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, instantly flipping it upright and pressing the home button in one swift movement.

His thumb hovered over Nino’s name before he caught himself. He couldn't call Nino, he didn't even know about this. He tapped on Alya.

No answer.

Didn't Alya live on her phone? What the hell was he supposed to do now? Was he willing to tell Marinette? She wouldn't be as bad as Nino, and she was honest, so if she made a promise she wouldn't break it. She'd probably understand, after all she knew a thing or two about having a crush.

Screw it.

The phone picked up almost immediately, making Adrien jump.

“Hey, Adrien, this is a pleasant surprise. You never call me,” Marinette’s voice was gentle and relaxed. Adrien didn't feel insecure anymore.

But he was still a nervous wreck of course. “Ha! Yeah, hey Marinette… guess I don't call you, huh?”

“So, what's up?”

“I wanted to tell you something- oh, but you have to promise to keep it a secret! Even from Nino, I'm afraid… but I just need to talk to someone about this.”

“Are you coming out to me?”

“Uh, well, that’s not exactly-”

“I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

“I-”

“You have it bad for Nathaniel don’t you?”  

There was a pause on Adrien’s side. He gasped abruptly, “Did Alya tell you?!”

“No, it was just obvious. Don’t hate me but one time, when it looked like I was texting someone, I was actually filming you so that I could subtly drop Nathaniel’s name and watch your face light up. Here, I’ll send it to you.”

Adrien tapped on the notification ‘MARINETTE HAS SENT YOU A VIDEO’.

“DELETE THAT VIDEO RIGHT NOW.”

Marinette snickered. “Nope.”

“Come on, that’s so embarrassing!”

“I didn’t know you were capable of embarrassment. I mean, you’re the one who took a picture in your underwear and plastered it on the cover of a magazine.”

Adrien let out an impatient sigh, “First of all, it’s not like that was my idea, and second-”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I’ll delete it…”

“Thank you.”

“After I save it to my laptop.”

“Hey! You hang around Alya too much…”

“I do, thank you.”

“So… um…”

“Uhuh, we were talking about your gayness.”

“About that, I didn’t even know about it? That’s why I didn’t really see this as coming out or anything, it all happened so fast, I met Nathaniel and he just- like a truck- he just-”

“Caught you by surprise?”

“...Yeah…”

“Don’t worry, I get it. All too well. So, otherwise you had no idea you were into guys?”

“Not at all. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m still into girls… at least at some point, I’ve met a couple girls I found cute.”

“Naturally. Alya and I are touched that you find us cute by the way.”

Adrien laughed. “You’re welcome? But, no offense, you didn’t make me feel the same as Nathaniel, you know?”

“I mean, that’s the whole point of falling for someone, Adrien.”

“Right but, I’m a little confused about my sexuality right now…”

Marinette took a deep breath, audible over the phone. “Look, as your friendly neighborhood bi, I can confirm that it sounds like you too are a bisexual. Welcome to the club. But you’re the only one who can figure yourself out, don’t just take my word for it.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that was a thing…”

“What the hell? Are you serious?”

“Kidding. But I just wasn’t sure because I don’t feel like I’m equally attracted to guys and girls?”

“That’s completely normal,” Marinette chuckled, “But anyway, I’m pretty sure you intended to talk about something else?”

“Right…”

Adrien told Marinette everything. From the awkward hello to the cringey goodbye. He felt surprisingly better after venting to her, and he wanted to do it more often.

“You mentioned Chat Noir a lot…” Marinette smiled so hard Adrien swore he could hear it.

“Yeah, and? I wanted to see if he had a type, and I consider myself to be very similar to Chat Noir.”

Marinette snorted. “Yeah, right! You wish!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re great and all, Adrien, but according to the story you just told me… you aren’t nearly as slick as Chat Noir.”

It took every bone in Adrien’s body to refrain from yelling into the phone ‘I AM CHAT NOIR’. Instead he just mumbled, “Thanks a lot, Marinette.”

“No! Adrien, I didn’t mean- ok, here’s what I think about you and Nathaniel. Maybe your moves wouldn’t have charmed me, but I don’t have a single doubt that Nathaniel is thinking about you just as much as you are of him. Whatever it is you wanted to do about it, just do it! There’s no point moping around and waiting…” Marinette’s voice seemed to go faint as she finished speaking, as though she had to convince herself of her own words.

Adrien knew she was right. It didn’t take him long to think about it, thank Marinette, and take a chance.

* * *

Nathaniel couldn’t believe it. Just a couple of hours ago, he had teased the idea of being carried away from danger by Chat Noir, and now it was a reality.

He had been sitting in the park, scribbling away again - and trying to keep his mind off of Adrien, who seemed to be particularly invasive of his thoughts - when he had a sudden feeling of being watched.

Out of Nathaniel’s view, Chat Noir was perched on a building near the park. He had been smiling down at him, trying to decide on an appropriate introduction.

I had a feline you’d be here. No…

It’s quite the purrfect day for the park, isn’t it? Ugh, no!

Maybe an introduction wasn’t appropriate at all. Chat Noir almost got up to leave when screams suddenly filled the streets and swarms of ninja-like creatures were flooding the park.

About four of them surrounded Nathaniel,  who look petrified for a brief moment but swallowed hard and replicated his best fighting stance. Chat Noir allowed himself to be amused for a little while, grinning at the sight of his brave little boy. He hopped down with his staff and within seconds Nathaniel’s attackers were down. Before more of them could approach, Chat Noir put his arms under Nathaniel’s knees and back, and swept him off his feet.

It was everything Nathaniel had imagined. Forget the wind in his hair and the view of Paris, he could feel Chat Noir’s heartbeat against his thigh, he could feel his working muscles pull and shift under his fingers. Something he hadn't considered in his fantasy was that he was close enough to take in Chat Noir’s smell. Such a familiar smell…

Chat Noir settled him down gently. “You're safe now.”

Nathaniel fixed his hair. “I would've been fine, but thanks.”

“Oh really?” Chat Noir smirked, raising an eyebrow.

Nathaniel’s eyes trailed along with Chat Noir’s hand, rubbing up along his slender side and resting on his waist.

“W-well, you had some pretty good moves though, I wouldn't mind taking some pointers from you.”

“And I wouldn't mind giving them to you, want me to teach you?”

“Seriously?”

“Of course, just tell me when and where, I'll be there,” Chat winked.

Before he knew it, Nathaniel was spilling out some times they could meet; and he was staring helplessly as he watched Chat Noir turn around, crouch down low, and spring away. Adrien's spot in his mind was being compromised. Dammit, what was he supposed to do now?

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🗝 + wendy

🗝 to unlock the truth.

    “ I don’t – “ peter shook his head, his shoulders lifting into a shrug in a mixture of genuinely not knowing what to say and the smallest sense of helplessness, “ i don’t think there’s much left to say. “ after their last conversation he wondered if there was anything at all he could say to make things right again — could say and mean it whole-heartedly, could say without hiding the true sense of his words behind confusing metaphors and stories which weren’t understandable for anyone but him. “ i wanted to make her happy, i always did. i still do. “ but growing up, as he’d always feared it would, had stolen the light-heartedness from them and there were problems lingering between them now, pushing them apart and away from their adventures, the story-telling and the star-gazing, away from all these little insignificant things which had managed to alter reality and made it a little more bearable. “ but i guess i’m not really good at it anymore. i’m – “ and peter had to frown once more as the words she had chosen in their last conversation stepped out of the back of his mind where they were constantly lingering, and started running on an infinite loop in front of his eyes again. “ i’m just a boy. “ which perhaps, was the greatest tragedy and the one tragedy even peter pan was not able to forget — he who was so afraid of growing up and becoming as bitter and serious and unhappy as all the adults who’d tried to raise him, had always liked the feeling of being a boy, just a boy, around his little caged bird. 

{ @darlingxwendy }

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Tink & Peter

                                   which one in your otp

Steals the blankets to create a blanket cocoon, and which one spends the night trying to tug out a corner of it to sleep under? 

     Tink — because what doesn’t she steal from him? it started with a jumper he offered to her freezing form when they were children ( which, needless to say, was never returned to peter again ), remained a habit throughout the course of their friendship and has now morphed into tink stealing the blanket from him every night. admittedly, peter doesn’t mind it at all. where tink feels most secure wrapped into her own little world and the illusion that in her bed, hidden underneath a blanket nothing bad will ever find her, peter finds his freedom in sleeping entirely without it, without the weight of it pressing him down and holding him back. it’s the perfect fit, and yet, they always find each other drawing closer at night, waking up to tangled limps, the blanket messily slung around both of them in ways that make actually ‘ getting up ‘ a puzzle challenge neither of them is capable of forcing their brain to solve, which ends, you guessed it, in sleeping in together.

Takes spontaneous selfies everywhere, and which one always has their eyes closed in them? 

    Peter — but he has a reason, alright?! there are only so many pictures peter has of his tink and most of them include her hands, her hair or a the blurr of sudden movements covering her face. he’s not the most materialistic person and matter of factly, pictures often make him narrow his eyes for he doesn’t quite understand why anyone would need a picture to remember a moment they claim to have been important. however, now that he has lived without tink for six months, he realised he would not have minded a picture of her; a real one – not any more detailed than the one in his head, but more tangible. he doesn’t mind that her eyes are closed in most of them, in fact he finally succumbed to it and made one of her sleeping, curled up against his chest. he didn’t keep it though. it didn’t feel right and really, why would he keep it? he had her back now and he had no plans of leaving again.

Calls and makes appointments like a responsible adult, and which one would rather eat dirt than make a phone call?

    Peter — there aren’t many things that can make peter act responsible, like an adult or even like a responsible adult, but the terror in tink’s eyes when told she’s to make a phone call would make him do anything. plus, she’s said it before, she would quite literally rather eat dirt than make a phone call, and peter along with his lost boys have learned through many dares that tink is not joking. she would eat dirt. in fact, she already has.

Forgets what’s in the oven because their favourite song came on, and which one smells the smoke?

     Peter — are we surprised? not only does he have the woooorst attention span in human history because he finds waiting for anything to be a waste of his valuable time, but he also would be left stranded without tink in his life to fix things. she’s the one who smells it, who runs into the kitchen too and saves them from the catastrophy of everything burning down. 

Changes their wardrobe with the seasons, and which one has been wearing the same three shirts in rotation for six months?

    Peter — which is shocking, but hear me out. he has to, and it basically translates into tink changing her wardrobe with the seasons too, because it seems every time he gets something new, one of his older sweatshirt or t-shirts disappears into tink’s wardrobe instead of his own. he doesn’t mind it, not at all, and whether she notices it or not he actually started getting new clothes earlier just so the ones she’d sneak from him wouldn’t be as threadbare anymore. it’s not a massive change though, let’s be honest, and he wouldn’t need to change them at all if he wasn’t outside as often and the seasons didn’t change the weather too.

Goes wild in the art supply store, and which one goes wild in the office supply store?

    Tink — in both cases, i’d dare say, and let’s be entirely honest, peter has lost her on multiple occasions in different art and office supply stores. she’s small, she’s surprisingly fast and she’s gone if only you look away once. peter has come to accept his fate, lounging with the cashiers and chatting with other customers, until tink – possibly his favourite type of tink with an excited smile and all the supplies she’d need to tinker – would re-appear and he could carry the supplies home for her.

Journals about their feelings every night before bed, and which one would describe their feelings at any given moment as “mad,” “sad,” or “glad”?

     Neither — listen, they tried and with ‘ they ‘ i mean the lost boys. in a moment of frustration after tink and peter managed to blow up at one another again, slightly threw a journal at each of them with the simple task to write everything the fuck down in order to avoid unnecessary arguments ( logical, right? being able to just go a few pages back and settle their dispute ). however, instead of using it as supposed to, tink managed to amplify her emotions by emptying a pen and re-colouring an entire page back and front a pitch black and peter had recreated the docks in paper form in order to figure out a plan on how to capture the jolly roger. at last, they switched from being ‘ mad ‘ at one another when tink threw her crumpled piece of paper at peter, missing just enough for it to hit the paper boat instead and have it sink to the floor — throwing a boulder at the jolly roger, what a fun idea — and were ‘ glad ‘ once more, and really what other emotions do you need in life? plus, they’re not exactly good at processing emotions more complicated than mad, sad and glad.

Arranges their food to look like a happy face, and which one secretly thinks it’s adorable?

     Tink — sometimes in life, and that’s a fact, you need a little bit of extra happiness when a day has been especially stressful or you’ve woken up feeling a little low, and that’s when tink subconsciously starts drawing happy faces with her food instead of actually eating it. peter ( ever the emotionally limited ) doesn’t quite understand where its coming from, doesn’t even notice the blue feeling clouding her thoughts, but that, for once, is actually okay, because he finds her to be extra adorable then and if he looks at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes, slides his own plate to her with a face fitting to the one she created or finds himself so distracted he reaches for her hand and steals her away from reality, the day is suddenly not as blue anymore.

{ @faeriydust }

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🗝 + Tootles

🗝 to unlock the truth.

     In a natural response to tootles a smile began tugging at the corner’s of his lips. the difficulty peter had speaking about the other did not origin in uncomfortableness and the wish to avoid the topic at all possible costs. it was quite the opposite. “ it’s tough to explain, “ peter admitted. in a way, tootles was like tink to him — tootles was tootles, and no one else was ever going to mean what he meant to peter. “ he’s special. all the lost boys are special ��� “ and they all knew him, different sides of him which all connected to create the map peter pan’s mind was, “ – but tootles is the most special of them all. he knows me best, he always did. “ and here was one of the major differences between peter’s connection to tink and the one he had with his most loyal lost boy: peter still felt close to him as though the six months did not happen ( although peter was becoming more and more aware that they did ), and when he was with the other it didn’t feel, to him at least, like he stopped knowing him, didn’t feel like there was a gap now which could never be filled again. they were still the two boys sitting across each other, finding ways to communicate, to understand each other — they had just grown up a little. “ i’m just hoping he still thinks so too. “ 

{ @tootle-oo }

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pETER AND WENDY pls

                                 which one in your otp

Steals the blankets to create a blanket cocoon, and which one spends the night trying to tug out a corner of it to sleep under? 

     Peter — however, it isn’t as much of a ‘ stealing ‘ as it is him shifting and turning in his sleep until he’s finally managed to free himself off the suffocating blanket. now, sometimes wendy finds herself able to curl up in the entire blanket on her own, but most often, she has to wake up to find it thrown onto the floor and incapable of reaching it; literally incapable. she tried once. in one cold getting night she reached over peter and her fingertips managed just so to reach one corner of the blanket when a jolt ran through the boy and his hand flew up to wrap his fingers around her wrist. still fast asleep he muttered something about a lost left hand she needed to be protected from. wendy didn’t understand, but as peter unexpectedly pulled her closer, she decided she didn’t need to either and the nights without blankets? they suddenly weren’t as bad anymore. especially when she started noticing peter always slept a little longer ( or pretended to ) when she was curled up against him in the morning still.

Takes spontaneous selfies everywhere, and which one always has their eyes closed in them? 

     Wendy — and listen, she has a terrible timing ( not that peter ever actually told her that ), because she always manages to catch him in moments he finds himself distracted in. whether it be when he’s consumed entirely by the role of the lost boys’ leader or all his attention and dedication is, for once, focusing on one thing and one thing alone, wendy’s there and tries to take a picture. you can’t really blame her. in moments like those – when he’s smiling to himself, growing just frustrated enough for his childishness to make its purest appearance – he reminds her most of the boy who stumbled into her bedroom that one night oh so many years ago. his eyes being closed was a coincidence and wendy herself found frustration grow within her at her inability to take a shot in the right moment, until she realised it happened too often to be just that and with time the smile on peter’s lips became a grin of mischief rather than the way he smiled when concentrated.

Calls and makes appointments like a responsible adult, and which one would rather eat dirt than make a phone call?

     Wendy — it’s not because peter doesn’t like to make phonecalls ( he feels quite indifferent about those ), but because peter just doesn’t make appointments. he doesn’t need them, or at least he thinks he doesn’t, and matter of factly, he didn’t. until that one week in august happened, in which peter thanks to tootles’s clumsiness walked around with a slightly swollen hand and everyone’s mind set on him having broken it. it took three days for wendy – two of which she only survived on her mother telling her peter should and would eventually handle his appointments on his own if he had to – until she finally decided teaching peter a lesson wasn’t worth him potentially losing a hand. you can’t have two single handed people in town, can you? especially not when they’re arch-enemies.

Forgets what’s in the oven because their favourite song came on, and which one smells the smoke?

     Wendy — but really, peter is the one to blame for it, because he had the feeling spending valuable minutes just sitting in front of it and waiting was a waste of her life. so, of course, he turned the music up as he watched her already swaying her hips to the rhythm and stole her away, stole her attention away too. thankfully, peter’s on high alert when around her too, ever the protective and his head snapped up as soon as the hint of a smokey smell filled the room. 

Changes their wardrobe with the seasons, and which one has been wearing the same three shirts in rotation for six months?

     Wendy — are we surprised? wendy has a collection of clothes – as she ought to if you ask peter for a girl who looks more stunning in every new dress she puts on should have a million of them – and peter has his favourite sweater, his second favourite and probably three shirts who look all the same to make life easy on him. 

Goes wild in the art supply store, and which one goes wild in the office supply store?

     Peter — but just because he’s had a mischievous thought and did you know you only need thirty two cans of paint to re-colour an entire boat in a bright green? the same colour hook hates, by sheer coincident of course. meanwhile wendy’s disappearing in the office supply store to get a new journal to write her stories in ( and to be completely honest, in order not to be a direct witness to peter’s schemes ).

Journals about their feelings every night before bed, and which one would describe their feelings at any given moment as ’ mad ‘, ‘ sad ‘ or ‘ glad ‘?

     Wendy — because can peter even feel anything but mad, sad or glad?! we don’t know.

Arranges their food to look like a happy face, and which one secretly thinks it’s adorable?

     Peter — although, he is known to eat his food as fast as humanly possible ( and even a little faster than that, he likes to believe ), there is one specific scenario in which peter finds himself incapable to: when he’s uncomfortable. now, you might wonder when was peter ever too uncomfortable to eat around his little bird? in the presence of her father. in an attempt, to ‘ spise him ‘ as peter would call it and in a genuine attempt to finally ‘ get to know the boy ‘ who’d played such massive part in his children’s lives – in his daughter’s life especially – george darling invited him over for family dinner. john was the first to notice the leader of the lost boys was quieter than usual, enduring rather than biting back, and soon john was grinning and attempting to suffocate his giggles at peter’s up til then undiscovered talent to re-create people’s faces in the food on his plate. it was wendy, however, who bursted into laughter first as peter leaned over to her, asking her in a private moment: ‘ is that what your father looks like when he’s smiling? ‘ because peter had, matter of factly, not seen mr darling without an angry frown before.

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i have no chill so... ALL OF THEL FOR WENDY PLS ♡ (sorry omg)

a MORNING text. 

{ to little bird → 5.36am } are you awake yet?{ to little bird → 5.37am } because i am at your window in three minutes !! { to little bird → 5.37am } there’s a sunrise waiting on us, wendy !!{ to little bird → 5.37am } the most stunning sunrise you will ever see !!{ to little bird → 5.38am } a new day is a new start. please come?

a text that WASN’T SENT. 

{ to little bird → no service. send again? } i am lost, wendy.{ to little bird → no service. send again? } i am lost and it’s not fun or adventurous or a stupid name i gave my friends when i was younger. it’s cold and lonely and it’s hurting. i didn’t know hearts could hurt that much?! i thought they are supposed to make you excited, that you are supposed to feel every beat in your body when life is at its best and that it is a reminder to cherish those moments especially !! now, it’s just hurting. i can’t breathe without it hurting — i can’t do anything without being reminded that everything is gone, that i am lost and i have lost everything. it’s not even going to make a good story.{ to little bird → no service. send again? } but that’s okay, isn’t it? because these texts aren’t sending and you’ll never read them, and even if you did you wouldn’t care about a fallen hero, would you? because never land doesn’t exist and who is peter pan without never land?

a RUSHED text. 

{ to little bird → 06.22am } what do girls like best chocolate, candy or ice cream?! { to little bird → 06.22am } go, go, go !! i need an answer about NOW !!{ to little bird → 06.22am } i can see you’re typing !!{ to little bird → 06.22am } i love you but you’re taking way too long to respond{ to little bird → 06.26am } did i just… use the L-word? { to little bird → 06.26am } well, that scratches this centuries’ usage of it

a DRUNK text. 

{ to little bird → 11.43pm } i jst slipped{ to little bird → 11.43pm } like n a roff?!{ to little bird → 11.43pm } did oyu know they’r ehigh? like icoudl have died kinda high?{ to little bird → 11.44pm } nd i thoughr of you{ to little bird → 11.47pm } i cnant die wirh us like this{ to little bird → 11.51pm } i can not leavu the roof rn without death { to little bird → 11.51pm } but I need to talk to u

a SUGGESTIVE text. 

{ to little bird → 2.17pm } sometimes i have to sit back and remember that i was twelve years old when you had to tell me what ‘ a kiss ‘ is.{ to little bird → 2.18pm } twelve. years. old. { to little bird → 2.18pm } i guess that at least explains why i was still so unimpressed by the idea of it.{ to little bird → 2.19pm } back then, anyway.

a LATE NIGHT text.

{ to little bird → 1.22am } i know you are probably sleeping and your father is really proud of you for getting a good night rest because you’ve got college tomorrow.{ to little bird → 1.23am } but i am outside, and if you want we can watch the stars together. staring into infinity always helps me understand what’s important in life.

a HATEFUL text.

{ to little bird → no service. send again? } i can’t believe you spend years dreaming about never land with me and dreaming about going, about me taking you there, and on the day WE are supposed to go together YOU decide you suddenly don’t want to anymore.{ to little bird → no service. send again? } i could’ve asked ANYONE to come with me and they’d have been thrilled, but wendy dandy darling doesn’t want to — NO !! not just ‘ doesn’t want ‘ to, because that would’ve been okay. i never wanted to force you to come with me anywhere. but you let me plan all of this and let me get excited to go and then you ruin EVERYTHING. how could you do this to me?! { to little bird → no service. send again? } i guess you finally realised that you have everything. that your life is perfect the way it is and you don’t need me. joke’s on you because i don’t need you either !! you’re not the first person to grow old on me and you won’t be the last. 

a RANDOM text.

{ to little bird → 3.46pm } look up !!{ to little bird → 3.46pm } and don’t start searching the rooftops, i’m not here.{ to little bird → 3.46pm } i mean i am always here for you, but not literally right now.{ to little bird → 3.46pm } but isn’t it a beautiful day? there’s a cloud in the shape of a ship above me, maybe it’s coming to you next. say hello to the pirates from me when you see it !!

a SCARED text.

{ to little bird → 2.59am } are you home?! { to little bird → 2.59am } i am at the docks and some shady stuff is going on and i could’ve sworn i saw you{ to little bird → 3.00am } wendy, i swear to every star in the universe if you don’t answer me right now i’ll ring every darling’s phone until someone tells me whether you’re safe.{ to little bird → 3.00am } i’m serious. calling john right now. 

a LOVING text.

{ to little bird → 3.12pm } you know how a writer can’t write without ink?{ to little bird → 3.12pm } and a bird can’t fly without air to fly on?{ to little bird → 3.13pm } you stopped writing without me. { to little bird → 3.14pm } i think i’d stop flying without you too.

a CURIOUS text.

{ to little bird → 4.06am } so i heard some stuff about you and a guy..?{ to little bird → 4.08am } i have just one question: { to little bird → 4.11am } on a scale from pirate to lost boy how good does he treat you?

an EXCITED text.

{ to little bird → 8.36pm } I JUST FOUND THE PERFECT PLACE{ to little bird → 8.36pm } BETTER THAN ANYTHING I COULD’VE IMAGINED{ to little bird → 8.40pm } sorry, you’re probably in college and don’t have time. { to little bird → 8.40pm } see? that’s why i don’t do college{ to little bird → 8.41pm } JUST CALL ME !! THE MINUTE YOU’RE OUT

an ACCIDENTAL text.

{ to little bird → 9.46am } i’m not all fun and games, okay? and let’s just say, you would be surprised to find out what else my shadow can do if my bird gets hurt. { to little bird → 9.46am } aaaaand that wasn’t meant for you. { to little bird → 9.46am } forget you ever read it !!

a HEARTBREAKING text. 

{ to little bird → 6.58pm } did you notice that i hesitated?{ to little bird → 7.04pm } on the night we were supposed to leave carthay, i mean, when you told me you didn’t want to come with me..? you probably didn’t — or maybe you did and decided to ignore it..? i tried to do that too actually, and i am peter pan and it’s been six months i should be able to forget about it !! but i just can’t. it’s unfair — not to me but to you, so maybe that’s why my brain won’t let go of it. because i will never allow anyone to be unfair to you, not even myself.{ to little bird → 7.06pm } there was a brief moment before i left, before i left you specifically. did you notice that i stood in your window one small moment longer than necessary? i’ve been wanting to leave town for as long as i can remember, but in that second i suddenly didn’t. with one ’ no ’ you stole years of built up anticipation from me, you shattered all the excitement i had for what was supposed to be my greatest adventure. i know you didn’t do it on purpose, and i am not mad — but i was then. i was going to say goodbye to you, so you would think you lost me forever and you’d be excited when i finally came back. it’s childish, i know. { to little bird → 7.09 pm } anyway, i didn’t do it, because my heart was already hurting and i didn’t want to break it entirely by saying goodbye, by letting you go. however, i didn’t give you a chance to tell me goodbye either and that is the unfair part, isn’t it? i left you with hope. i left you in enough vagueness to allow hoping for my return but also worrying that i might never come back again. i didn’t mean it. i didn’t mean to make our friendship a burden for you to carry on your own for six months. i don’t know how to make up for it. i don’t think i can. but maybe i can set you free? because that’s what little birds are supposed to be.{ to little bird → 7.14pm } goodbye, wendy darling.

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a text that WASN’T SENT. 

{ to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } i’ve been wondering. do you ever watch the sunrise without me around? because i am. i watch it every day, but you know that by now, don’t you? or you would, i guess, if any of these messages actually sent — but then again, maybe you wouldn’t read them. maybe you’d get mad that i wake you up every day before sunrise to tell you about… this. i don’t even want to call it an adventure anymore. adventures are supposed to be fun and whatever this is, it definitely isn’t funny. { to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } it’s been ninety-seven days now. i’ve never been separated from you for so long — but i say that with every new sunrise too.{ to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } i want to come home, tink. i’ve never been homesick before and it’s such an awful feeling. i hate it. i hate it so much !! and you know what the greatest tragedy is? i don’t have a home. i’m just an orphan who had to imagine a world of his own because there was no place for him in the one he lived in.{ to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } it doesn’t exist, by the way. never land doesn’t exist and i don’t know what i am supposed to do now. it’s the only place i ever considered home. i’ve been a lost boy all my life, but now i’m just lost. i can’t even be their leader anymore, because where would i ever lead them to if there’s no place to go? can i even be peter pan still if i don’t have never land anymore? it’s the only thing which ever belonged to me.{ to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } besides you. you’ve always been with me, and i know you know that, and i did too but i never realised there’s such a thing as a life without you. i don’t like it. i don’t like it at all. i think i need you. { to fairylightofmylife → no service. send again? } can i come home, tink? if i returned to carthay right now, would you take me back? would you be my home again?

a DRUNK text.

{ to fairylightofmylife → 2.56am } i’ve llost erreythinh{ to fairylightofmylife → 2.56am } prmosie me i won’t lsoe oyu too{ to fairylightofmylife → 2.56am } i cnt lose you to

a SUGGESTIVE text. 

{ to fairylightofmylife → 10.12pm } i know you don’t like going out on friday nights, but the lost boys and i are having a bonfire and i want you to come.{ to fairylightofmylife → 10.12pm } to make up for it i’ll give you the satisfaction and spend the entire saturday in bed with you !! how does that sound? { to fairylightofmylife → 10.14pm } i know you’re blushing. i can basically see your room glowing a bright red and i am on the opposite side of town. 

a LATE NIGHT text.

{ to fairylightofmylife → 1.26am } do you still have it? { to fairylightofmylife → 1.26am } you know, my mother’s necklace i gave you.{ to fairylightofmylife → 1.27am } not that i care or anything, but do you..?

an ACCIDENTAL text.

{ to fairylightofmylife → 8.43pm } i’m at your window in five, my little bird !! and tink doesn’t want to come, by the way. or rather, i didn’t ask her, because she’s banished forever. it’s just us tonight :){ to fairylightofmylife → 8.46pm } that was an accident. you are still banished. but wendy told me not to make it forever so you’re banished for a week.

a HEARTBREAKING text.

{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } my little bird says you love me, even then when you do not show it. it had me thinking, you know. because i don’t think i show it a lot either, do i?{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } it’s weird, isn’t it? how you can be such a part of my life, and i never thank you in the way i should. but it’s so difficult to say it.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } i love you.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } i missed you.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } i can’t hit send.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } why is this so difficult?!{ to fairylightofmylife → 2.06am } do you remember how many stories i told you when we were younger? when you were stuck in another home again and it was like a whole new world, so i made it one by making up stories about your new parents and siblings and everything? { to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } do you know what it meant?{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } do you know what it means?{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } it means i’d choose you, which sounds weird because i picked my little bird to take to never land, but that was different. she is different. you are different and special and i can’t explain it. i just{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } i know i chose wendy to take to never land but all these stories about you and me? they mean i’d choose you in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i’d find you and i’d choose you.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } and i’d tell you stories about us meeting in this strange world, where i’m the leader of the lost boys and constantly dreaming of a place called never land. in a world where you are tink to me. { to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } because you are tink to me. i don’t know how else to describe it, because there’s no one like you. you’re everything to me, tink.{ to fairylightofmylife → 4.06am } in the case i’ve never mentioned it before: i’m the best friend anyone could ask for. more than that.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } and you better be rolling your eyes at me right now. { to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } yeah, i know it. i know that wendy’s wrong, thinking you never tell me that you love, because you do. all the time.{ to fairylightofmylife → deleted. } i hope you know that this is my weird way of telling you that i love you too. because i do. 

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     “ I don’t think i get it, “ peter decided as he turned towards his friends, the confusion being clearly written on his face as he looked at her before turning his attention briefly back to the small room they were standing in, “ maybe i’m lacking the power of imagination— “ which he found to be unlikely. he’d always thought and taught everyone who would listen that everything you believed in could become the truth, that your dreams were stronger and mightier than anything because they could move mountains. “ —but this is a closet..? “  it wasn’t an impressive on either; small enough in size that no more than two people fit inside of it and if it had not been his favourite mermaid who’d been the one chosen to go inside with him, he’d have refused altogether. he didn’t like being trapped, he didn’t like being unnecessary close to other people, he didn’t like small spaces either and the only reason the group of party people had talked him into it was the time limit of seven minutes ( and the predictable question ‘ are you afraid? ‘ which had him have to prove once again that peter pan was not afraid of anything. ) “ i’ve not been everywhere yet, but i’ve been in neverland, “ which was a lie but that was besides the point, “ and neverland’s a much greater heaven than this one. “ 

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a RUSHED text. 

{ to righthandman → 2.21am } you. me. on top of town’s hall in ten.{ to righthandman → 2.21am } don’t have time to explain, hurry up !!{ to righthandman → 2.22am } srsly i need someone i trust and you’re it. move !!

a CURIOUS text.

{ to righthandman → 11.53am } so how did it feel?{ to righthandman → 11.53am } while i was gone, i mean. with the lost boys.{ to righthandman → 11.54am } slightly told me you didn’t make a bad job.{ to righthandman → 11.55am } it’s fun being me, isn’t it?

an EXCITED text.

{ to righthandman → 9.36pm } JOHN{ to righthandman → 9.36pm } JOHN{ to righthandman → 9.36pm } JOHN{ to righthandman → 9.37pm } JOHN{ to righthandman → 9.37pm } JOHN GUESS WHO IS BACK IN TOWN !!{ to righthandman → 9.38pm } not me, by the way. that’s old news{ to righthandman → 9.39pm } i’m talking the tigress. lily, remember her?{ to righthandman → 9.38pm } are you up for a bonfire and a ‘ peace pipe ‘ or do you think you can’t handle it?