#{forever a caly defender actually}

[bubblin-trouble]

Some quotes I think represent OB!Calypso hehe

“She is learning out where she fits on the food chain, and I’m not sure you want her to figure that out.”

“She was fragile like a bomb, not a flower.”

“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature.”

“And when her halo broke, she carved the two halves into horns.”

“Better a monster, than an arrogant god.”

“I am chaos in its rawest form, and magic in its finest form.”

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

“My poor mother begged for a sheep, but raised a wolf.”

she's so tortured I love her

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[hopelikethemoon]

maybe forever (Javier x Reader) [smut] (part 3)

Title: maybe forever  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3,400 words Warnings: Smut (unprotected, blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), fingering, mild angst, fluff, daddy!javi Notes: part 3 of (maybe/today)  (now the whole thing is called maybe today, maybe forever). Dedicated to @grapemama​ aaaaand of course @rzrcrst​ for providing me with the best name for the baby.  Summary: Two weeks after “today” Javi and Reader make plans. 

Javier sat a stack of papers down on the coffee table in front of you as he peeled off his black leather jacket. “She already asleep?” He questioned, nodding his head down the hallway towards Josie’s bedroom. 

You nodded, taking the last pull from your bottle of beer as you stood up. “The sitter had her nephew there today and I think all the excitement wore her out. She was out like a light, seconds after I put her down.” 

“Of course she did,” Javier shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck as he sank down on the sofa, stretching his legs out to rest on the coffee table. “I bet you if I had come home early, she’d still be wide awake.” 

“Always.” You laughed, heading towards the fridge for another beer. “You want one?” 

“If you don’t mind, baby.” Javier answered, already engrossed in his paperwork when you got back to the sofa. You settled down beside him, curling your legs beneath you as you watched him work. The situation with the Cali Cartel had led to a surprising amount of paperwork — between the DEA, CIA, and the Columbian authorities Javier was constantly having to file a stack of paperwork for every decision he made on the case. 

“Do you want me to stay out here?” You questioned, turning the volume on the TV down so it wouldn’t distract him. 

He didn’t look up from the page he was reviewing, reaching over and giving your thigh a squeeze. “Yeah. I could use the company.” 

You sat your bottle down on the coffee table, leaning towards him so you could play your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Don’t work yourself too hard, Javi. You can finish it up at the office tomorrow.” 

 “Then I’ll just have another fucking stack to deal with ontop of this bullshit.” He complained, reaching for his bottle and taking a swig. “Look how many fucking trees we’ve killed trying to shut down the cartel.” 

 “Throw a stack on my desk tomorrow. I’ll help.” You offered, stroking your fingers through his hair. 

“I appreciate that,” He drawled out warmly, sitting the stack of papers down on the coffee table before he turned to look at you. Javier rested his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers splaying out across your warm skin. “How are you?” 

“Better now that you’re home.” You answered with a smirk, shifting closer to him. 

 “Yeah?” A brow quirked upwards as he ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap while I keep working a little bit longer.” He offered. 

 Who were you to say ‘no’?

 “Don’t you think I’ll distract you?” You questioned, dancing your fingertips down the back of his neck. You moved to straddle his lap, your knees pressing into the sofa on either side of his thighs. “Like this?” 

 Javier slid his hands down your back, giving your ass a playful tap. “Just a few more pages, baby. Then I’m all yours.” He promised, his mustache tickling you as he pressed a row of kisses along your jawline. He hesitated, sighing heavily. “It still hasn’t faded.” 

 Your hand went instinctively to the bruise he’d left on you nearly two weeks ago. It had been a lot worse looking at the start. “It’s almost gone.” You brushed your fingertips down the column of his throat, smoothing them over the skin where his chest was exposed. “Don’t worry about it Javi.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He confessed, sinking back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. “It could’ve been me.” He dragged his hands along your legs where they were draped over his thighs, before he curled them around your hips. 

“But it wasn’t.” You played with the hair that had fallen against his forehead, ruffling it back as you leaned forward to kiss him. Your breath danced over his lips as you pulled back enough to speak. “And now everyone knows about us.” 

Javier’s hand made its way up your side, winding through your hair as he cradled the back of your head. “They’re gonna get sick of hearing me brag about how perfect Josie is.” He smirked, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“I think Chris already is.” You laughed, bumping your nose against his. 

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “He’s just pissed that he can’t keep shaming you for being a single mom.” He squeezed your hip, his thumb brushing over your hip bone through your cotton shorts. “I should’ve done that sooner.” 

“We both thought that keeping this,” You gestured between you. “Quiet was a good idea.” Admittedly, it had been hell. Especially in the beginning — in those weeks and months after you both agreed to give a relationship a try. He was still getting intel out of hookers, he just wasn’t actually fucking them. The entire office thought he was, of course. But he wasn’t. The only person warming his bed had been you. 

Javier had barely controlled himself when the guys in the office started making thinly veiled sexist comments about your predicament. ‘I don’t blame your baby daddy for hightailing it out of here. Who wants to be saddled with a kid in this hellhole?’ and ‘You don’t even know who the father is? Wouldn’t have pegged you for that kind of lady.’ He defended your honor, as much as someone who was just your partner would. 

No one knew that he was the one holding you at night when the hormones had gotten the best of you and you cried like a baby. Well, now they knew. 

You shifted your hips forward on his lap so you were settled directly atop his bulge. “Do you still want to work on the files?” You questioned, slowly grinding down against him. 

He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, his breath hot against your lips as he tilted his head. “I really should, baby.” 

Despite his words, you undid two more buttons on his shirt. “Are you sure?” You questioned, rocking your hips again. You ghosted your lips over his, before you made the motion to get off his lap. “If you insist.”

Javier’s hands tightened around your hips. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He questioned, bucking his hips up beneath you, his denim clad cock dragging against the soft fabric of your shorts. 

“Fuck.” You hissed out, curling your fingers around the back of his neck. 

“You like that?” Javi questioned roughly, holding your hips steady as he moved beneath you. 

Your lips parted with a soft moan and you nodded your head in response. That wasn’t good enough, though. He stilled beneath you, fingers gripping your hips tightly. “Use your words, baby.” 

“Don’t be a dick, Javi.” You hissed out, scraping your nails over his scalp as you dragged them through his hair. “I want to come.” 

Javier chuckled. “Was that so hard?”

“I dunno.” You smirked. “You’re awfully hard.” 

He snapped the waistband of your shorts. “Get these off.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slid off his lap, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, never taking your eyes off his face. Instead of returning to your spot on his lap, you pushed the coffee table out of the way and knelt down on the floor in front of him.

“Baby—” 

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked up at him, sliding your hands along his inner thighs. “You’ve been so stressed lately, Javi.” You said sweetly, reaching up to unbuckle his belt, dragging it out of the loops and tossing it aside. “Let me take care of you.”  

Javier brushed his fingers over your cheek, his lips parting with a crooked grin. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

You grinned back at him with a shrug, “I’ve wondered about that myself.” You teased as you popped the button of his jeans. You kept your eyes on his as you slowly dragged the zipper down, fingers delving into his pants. 

Rising up on your knees, you leaned forward and trailed your mouth over his cock through his boxers. His fingers tangled in your hair, gathering it up so he could watch you. You were just teasing him, letting your hot breath play over his hardening cock. 

You reached up and started fumbling with the last three buttons of his shirt, never ceasing your teasing. Your hands roamed over his newly bared skin, nails lightly scraping over his stomach as you traveled downwards, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Javier’s hips lifted up off the sofa to help you, but you pressed your palms flat against his thighs. “Keep the jeans on.” 

Javier’s lips parted as he stared down at you, “Goddammit.” He breathed out, rubbing at his neck. 

You smirked up at him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, holding him steady as you wrapped your lips around him. You took him in slowly, your tongue swirling around him until he hit the back of your throat. 

His fingers tightened in your hair, enough to make you moan at the hot mix of pain and pleasure that rushed through your veins. “You look so pretty like that, baby.” He drawled out, his voice rough with desire. 

Encouraged by his praise, you started moving your mouth along his length. God, the sounds he made as you lavished him with attention made your cunt throb. Between the increasing pressure at work with the Cali Cartel, Javier moving into the apartment, and Josie — you hadn’t had much of a chance to enjoy your time with him. Not since the shower. 

You pulled back nearly completely, keeping your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. You sucked lightly, before releasing him with a wet pop. You grinned up at him, your lips glistening with saliva, before sweeping your tongue over the tip of him. 

“Fuck.” Javier groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked down at you. “Get up here.” 

Defying him, your lips parted and you took him back into your mouth once more. His fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you off his cock. “Did you hear me?”

You swept your tongue out over your bottom lip, batting your eyes as you looked up at him with your best look of innocence. “I did.” 

“Get. Up. Here.” He punctuated each word with a clench of his fingers in your hair. You moaned at the rush of arousal you felt between your thighs and you didn’t resist this time. Planting your hands on his thighs, you stood up on unsteady legs — straddling him once more. 

Javier’s mouth crashed against yours. The hand that he’d had tangled in your hair grabbed at the back of your neck. You rose up on your knees, reaching between you to grab his cock, but he caught your wrist. “Wait.” He panted out, scraping his teeth over your bottom lip. 

You blinked at him, eyes burning with desire as you held his gaze. 

“Look how wet you got, just from sucking my cock.” Javier taunted as he dragged two fingers between your slick folds. Your eyes fell closed as you savored the sensation of finally being touched. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes.” 

You nodded your head at his request, lashes fluttering as you met his dark eyes. “I’ve missed it.”

“I could tell,” He brushed your hair back behind your ears, playing with the strands that were stuck to your sweat-damp skin. “We’ve got to do this more.” Javier marveled at you, soft words spilling from his lips as he pressed two fingers into you. “I miss you all the damn time, baby.” 

Leaning forward, you cupped his cheek as you kissed him. Your tongue played over his bottom lip, a moan caught between your mouths. He languidly worked his fingers in and out of you, his thumb ghosting over your clit with never enough pressure to push you over the edge. 

You trailed your hand from his cheek, letting it rest at the curve of his neck. Breathing raggedly, you pulled back from the kiss, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke. “I need you, Javi.” 

Beyond words, he gave a quiet grunt in response. He barely gave you a chance to mourn the loss of his fingers, before his cock was pressing into you. You clenched around him, rolling your hips downwards. 

Javier held you steady as he thrust his hips upwards, driving into you. You had missed being with him like this. The intimacy of it. As much as you had loved the way he’d taken you in the shower — you had wanted this. You had needed this. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm, the way he kissed you like he never wanted it to end, the way he promised that he loved you in between every touch of his lips. 

You clung to him desperately as your body tightened around him, your orgasm milking his own release from him. He groaned out your name, hips still rocking upwards as you both came down from your high. 

Sometime after you’d regained control of your breathing, you carefully slid off his lap and collapsed lengthways on the sofa beside him. Javier gave your leg a squeeze before getting up off the sofa. He tucked his cock back into his boxers, doing up his jeans as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom.

You reached for your long-forgotten beer, taking a swig off it as you watched Javi return with two damp washcloths in his hand. “What are you doing?” 

“Taking care of you,” He answered with an affectionate smile. 

Javier used the first cloth to wipe at your face, cleaning away the mascara that had run down your cheeks, and the mess of saliva that had dried to your chin and lips from sucking his cock. 

You stole a kiss once he was done, smiling back at him. “Now you’ve got me wondering what I did to deserve you.” You pushed your fingers through his messy hair, playing with it idly as he used the second damp cloth between your thighs, wiping away the mix of your arousals. 

“Probably too damn much.” He remarked, brushing his fingers over the yellowing bruises on your hips. Javier met your eyes, “I love you.” You swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too.” 

 —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— ——

 “You shouldn’t have said ‘no’.” You stated as you stood at the stove, stirring the simmering pot of pasta sauce. “They’re just going to throw a bitchfit on Monday.” 

Javier shrugged as you looked over your shoulder at him. “You can’t blame a man for wanting to spend his weekend at home.” He remarked, cradling Josie to his chest as he sat at the kitchen table with her. 

You arched a brow at him. 

“Baby, it’s not a situation I wanna be put in anymore. Chris can handle it.” He held Josie up so her feet were resting on his legs, trying to stand on her own and failing. He supported her securely, letting her bounce and giggle. 

“I just don’t want there to be any issues.” You sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as you turned another burner on to start the pasta. As it was, you hadn’t been assigned outside of the office since the pair of you had come clean with the talking heads above you. 

“Look,” He started, pausing so he could shower Josie with kisses — making her squeal and babble with joy. “I’m burning the candle at both ends at the office. I just wanna be home with my girls this weekend. Shit, you’re acting like this is a bad thing. Did you have other plans or something?” 

You cracked the pasta in half and dumped into the water, putting the sauce on a lower heat setting before you walked over to the table. “It’s not a bad thing. I just don’t want you screwing up and getting heat for it.” You ran your hand over his broad shoulders, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “We’re both glad you’re here.” 

Josie grabbed at you, blowing raspberries. 

“Are you teaching your daughter bad manners again?” You arched a brow, pretending to be disappointed in him. 

Javi chuckled. “What can I say? I’m a bad influence.” He winked at you before looking back at Josie, his expression faltering after a minute. “We’re good. Right?”

Your heart clenched and you quietly admitted, “I just don’t want you to resent us.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Javier sighed. 

Josie squealed, seeking attention. She reached out, tugging at Javi’s mustache before descending into a fit of giggles. 

You leaned down and kissed the top of her head, before you headed back over to the stove to tend to the pasta, not wanting it to stick. You could feel his eyes on you as you kept your back to him as you finished working on dinner. 

“I want out.” 

“What?”

“Of the DEA.” He clarified. “Once this shit with the cartel is sorted out, I wanna get out.” 

Your brows furrowed together as you looked back at him, “Okay.” 

“Do you—”

“Yeah, I do.” You strained the pasta out over the sink, sitting the strainer aside to cool. “Where will we go? Back to the states?” 

“Maybe Miami.” He suggested. “We can go annoy the shit out of Murphy.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I see what this is all about.” You teased. “You just want to partner up with Steve again.”

“You caught me!” Javier got up from the table, nestling Josie into one arm as he walked over to the fridge to get the bottle of wine out for you. He was good at helping around the apartment, which had honestly shocked you. 

“I think I’d like that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, brows still furrowed as you continued working on platting up the spaghetti. “It’ll be a change.”

“Hey,” He drawled out, hooking a finger in your belt loop to pull you close. 

“Hmm?” You tilted your chin to look at him, your lips quirking upwards at the corners. 

“I’m trying to do right by you and Josie, alright?” Javi’s hand curled around your hip, keeping you there. “I don’t wanna get caught in crossfire and I sure as hell don’t want to go undercover and fuc — flirt — with hookers all weekend. I want this. I’m all in.” 

You smiled up at him, “I want it too.” Rising up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips before turning your attention to Josie who was making gurgling sounds to get attention. “I know things started out rocky,” You took her out of his holding, cradling her in your arms so she was facing him. “But I don’t want to lose this.” 

“You’re not.” Javi assured you, leaning down to press kisses to Josie’s forehead and cheeks, before planting one on your lips too. “You’re stuck with me, baby.” 

“I can’t think of a better person to get stuck with.” 

At the start you’d worried that maybe you’d only get to keep him for a month, maybe six. You’d worried yourself to death that he’d wake up one morning and realize he didn’t want this — Josie, you, this life. You could’ve done it all on your own, but you didn’t want to. You wanted him. You wanted this. 

The baby, the partner, the condo in Miami; taking Josie to the Everglades National Park to see alligators, ice cream on the beach. Or anywhere. You’d go wherever you had to, just to have a fraction of that. 

Javier gave your ass a playful swat as he stepped around you, “Let’s have dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get her down for the night.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I should’ve known you had ulterior motives.” Bouncing Josie in your arms, you watched him help himself to the pasta and sauce, fixing your plate too. “I bet I could convince abuelita to watch her for a couple hours tomorrow.” 

He smirked. “I love the way you think.” He plucked out a piece of pasta from the strainer, tilting his head back to slurp it into his mouth — all for show for Josie. 

“Your daddy’s silly, isn’t he?” You kissed the top of her head and smiled brightly. This was the man no one at the DEA got to see. This was the Javier only you knew. The goofball, the adoring father.... the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

[lovelivingmydreams]

#Askthetroubletrio: Virgil and Remus on a scale of 1 to 10(or more) how hyper are you? Also how long until cavalry arrives?

“Five minutes,” Roman offers leaning to the left to glance past the boulder he and Remus are hiding behind. Or he is hiding and holding Remus down. “I’m at a 9!!! Healing up and making a cool reception for the knights really mellowed me out!” Remus grins, vibrating with energy and still trying to get up and look at what is going on in the meadow.

“Stay put Remus!” Roman growls. He lets out a sigh in hopes of calming himself. “Virgil...” A loud clap of lightning striking a tree. “Is 20 an option?” he wonders. as he once again tries to glance at the meadow to come up with a plan of action. Mel lands with them and turns into a 14ft long snakelike creature and wraps themself around Remus, forcing him to stay put. “Thank you Mel,” Roman sighs relieved. He took a moment to hype himself up and then, after dropping his sword and his crown stood to approach Virgil.

In the middle of the meadow, curled in on himself, rocking back and fort in a futile attempt to get rid of the energy was Virgil. In a 4 ft radious around him was a dense ball of pure energy that crackled and shot out lightning everywhere. “Virgil!” Roman called. The knight flinched. “Leave! I’m too dangerous right now!” he called back, making several lightning bolts shoot out as if to prove his point. “Not going to happen!” Roman shouted as he inched closer. “I told you i will not be able to show my face in the kingdom again if you two aren’t by my side. And if i could, i wouldn’t want to! You can overcome this Virgil! Just let me help!” “You have to warn the knights! They’ll be here any moment... I... They can’t see me like this! How are they ever going to trust me if they see this? What if I hurt one of them?” More lightning struck the surrounding ground and trees. Roman’d had to summon rain around the meadow to keep the fires contained. “You won’t. And they’ll understand,” Roman assured him. And he fully believed that. But Virgil wasn’t convinced. His head shot up, pitch black eyes and ink black tear tracks making for a haunting and tragic sight. “You can’t promise me that. The second he saw the Night Terror’s energy was getting too much Percival left! Don’t tell me you didn’t make him to be loyal. A creature that was put in this world specifically to stick with me left because of this! Why would your knights react any better?!” Roman wanted to defend Percival, but the creature could’ve maybe left him with more of an idea of where he was going. It would help in comforting Virgil if he knew. It might not look it but Virgil was actually doing a good job of keeping the energy contained. If he wasn’t then it all would most likely just lash out and leave a crater the size of Brooklyn in the imagination. “Virgil, please, i just need you to calm down for me,” Roman insisted gently as he neared the edge of the energy field. The lightning kept missing him. Virgil must subconsciously be trying to chase him away, while also protecting him. Roman was going to push through thought. Virgil was here for him. He was honor bound as a host, a prince and a friend to get him home safe. First he had to calm him down. And this is where all those Disney movie nights of the past years came in handy. He took a soothing breath and started singing. “Aloha 'oe, aloha 'oe E ke onaona noho i ka lipo” Almost immediately, Roman could tell that the lightning was lessening. “One fond embrace,” he continued stepping forward as the ball shrunk, letting him approach Virgil. “A ho'i a'e au” Closer and closer still. “Until we meet again'” Finally he was in front of Virgil. He knelt down and held out his hand.”Ohana means family. And family means...” A trembling hand finds his. “No one gets left behind or forgotten,” Virgil muttered his yes shifting back to their natural color. Virgil was still trembling and energy was still bursting out in frightening bursts. “It’s too much Roman,” he confessed. “I won’t be able to keep it in forever. I’m so sorry i should have realized... I should have at least considered...” Roman was about to protest but then something was dropped in between them. “Amethyst? Brilliant!” he looked around and found Percy, shifting to hos dog form. “Virgil! Percy is back! He brought an amethyst!” Virgil frowned. “What off it?” “Long story short? This can store your magic!” Roman grinned already designing a few ways for Virgil to carry the stone with him. “Not everything, but hopefully enough to make it manageable.” Virgil let out a sigh of relief and looked at Percy. “Good boy. Sorry i ever doubted you,” he told him as he laid his free hand on the stone, directing the energy bouncing around in his head through his neck, shoulder, down hsis arm adn then via his fingertips into the stone. After a few moments Virgil let go and let out a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?” Roman wondered. “Like I’ve had nothing but Remy’s favorite coffee for a week. Twitchy and hyper nervous. Please don’t ask me to do anything too intense today,” he groaned. “You take all the time you need to recover. Don’t forget, time works different here. we’ve been here for hours but... In the mindscape it’s been ten minutes. So no rush!” Virgil nodded. That was a good thing. He had a feeling Princey would want to stretch time before having to have a chat whit Patton and Janus over dinner. He flexed his hand and found smaller bolts of lightning shoot from them. “Virgie unlocked a new move!!!” The prince and the knight looked up to find the Duke runing up towards thme. “Virgin makes sparks fly!!” he cackled before starting to run around the meadow shouting about all the destruction and how it added to his masterpiece. Roman chuckled and ended the rain once he ensured himself that the fire was under control. Virgil though pondered that remark for a while. A new move? Cool.

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[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - VIII - Planning

Russia just holds America. Holds him tight to his chest.

'I want to take your hurt away.'

'Please let me help you.'

The weight on his chest is comforting, and he spends his time rubbing America's back, and his eyes pull themselves shut. He lays contently. He listened to the people around him and gets lost in his tired thoughts.

'I want to kiss him again. Make him feel better.'

'I wonder how my father is doing.'

'How is Alaska? I miss her.'

'I like being warm.'

'I wonder why America is so worried about how the states feel? He loves them and shows it. Why does he doubt it?'

He feels America nuzzle his chest, and his heart swells. He opens his eyes and he looks down at America. America's face is completely relaxed. Russia also notices some faint music playing from the radio underneath the chatter of the states.

He feels like his heart is about to burst from adoration.

'Oh my god, he's so adorable.'

Russia reaches down and gently brushes America's hair aside.

"Alright Russia, I want to talk to you," Someone says. Russia looks up and meets Delaware's eyes.

"So, I see the way you've been acting around Dad. And Dad seems to trust you. So, what are your plans with him?"

"Help..." Russia rasps.

"Trying to get help from him?" Delaware asks accusingly.

Russia shakes his head, and America shifts. Russia immediately returns his attention to him to make sure America is comfortable.

"Help him?" Delaware asks skeptically. Russia nods and looks up at Delaware seriously. Delaware stares into his eyes, searching for something for a few more moments before smiling.

"Well, you seem serious. I'll tell the others that I'm giving you a shot. You seem to be helping, so you got our trust. Don't f*** it up. We've been trying to set Dad up with people for forever, and I think you're a keeper."

Russia grins.

"Jeez Del, I didn't think you'd be so blunt about it," America mutters.

Delaware laughs.

"But while you're over here, I want to discuss something with you, Dixie, Canada, and the others who could help with planning."

'Plan what?'

"Got it. I'll go get them," Delaware replies, walking off to presumably gather a few states to help.

A few minutes pass before the group is gathered, and Delaware shakes Dixie awake, who hops up in a panic.

"What's going on?! Are y'all okay?" Dixie asks frantically, looking around at them, "Amy, were you crying? What happened? What's wrong? What was that thing? Did it get here?"

Dixie begins to fuss over America. America chuckles, gently pushing away Dixie.

"It's all fine, Dix. Del just woke you up because we thought you might want to be involved with the planning."

"On that note," Virginia says, "What are we planning anyway?"

"We can't just stay here forever! I don't think we'll be able to go back to the Big House anytime soon anyway," America says, shifting to face the group. Russia releases his arms to allow him to go, only for America to guild his hands back.

"You're not off the hook yet, Russ," he says with a playful spark in his eyes. Russia can't stop the smile from crossing his face.

"Anyway, I wanted input on what we should do next," America says, "you guys have any ideas?"

"Well," California starts, "we could see if we could get information."

"What do you mean?" New York asks.

"You know, espionage."

"Cali, this ain't some Hollywood movie," Texas says, shaking his head, "that ain't gonna work."

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Texas goes quiet.

"I was thinking that maybe we could figure out what's actually going on," California suggests.

"Do you think people would still be in the base we broke out of?" Massachusetts asks. Louisiana shakes her head.

"I don't think we'll find much there anyway," Louisiana adds.

"But it might be better than nothing," California defends.

"Are we sure we want to explore that place anyway?" New Jersey asks.

"Yes. We might be able to figure out why we're being targeted," Philippines adds.

"We'll need more supplies if some of us are going to break off from the group," Maryland says.

"Definitely," Georgia agrees.

"Some disposable phones would be a good thing to have for sure," California says.

"If anyone is leaving this place, I need to know," Dixie says, his arms crossed, "and we WILL stay in contact. The second I think something may have happened, I'm charging in, guns blazing, y'all hear me?"

"Well, who's gonna go?" West Virginia asks.

"Arizona and I," California asserts.

"I understand you, but why Ari?" Georgia asks.

"Well, Ari has magic that is not affected by magic blocks or anything."

"I want to go," Texas demands.

"I don't know if that's the best idea," Canada says.

"What do you mean?! Arizona gets to go but I don't?"

"You might be better off ready to charge in for a rescue mission rather than going," Canada explains.

"What? Am I not good enough to go?" Texas exclaims.

"No! We need a team to go in for information and we need a rescue team in case something goes down," Dixie explains. Texas huffs.

"We'll be going for information," America says, gesturing to himself and Russia.

"But you're still hurt for Christ's sake!" Dixie interjects.

"Okay, and? I need to know what's going on and whose a** I have to beat for messing with my kids. And Russ is coming with me either way."

Russia nods in agreement. Dixie sighs into his hands before looking back up, exasperated.

"There any way to change your mind?" Dixie says.

America shakes his head.

"Tuck should go too. He's good with electronics," Pennsylvania says.

"Penny's right," Massachusetts says.

"Don't call me that," Pennsylvania snaps.

"How big of a group are we going for?" Connecticut asks.

"Nothing too big. Five might be a good number for the espionage group. Now, who should be in the rescue group?" America says.

"I'm definitely going in the rescue group if I can't be with Dad," Texas says, staring around for anyone to disagree.

"Alabama and Mississippi would want to be in it too," Georgia adds.

"I want to go too!" Massachusetts interjects.

"You have to stay here to maintain the magic wards here," America rebuts. Massachusetts pouts.

"Wyoming and I will also join the rescue party," New Hamshire says.

"And New Mex is coming with me," Texas says.

"I'll be part of the rescue group too," Philippines says.

"Okay, so for the espionage group, we have Russia, America, California, Arizona, and Kentucky. For the Rescue group, we have Texas, New Mexico, Wyoming, New Hampshire, Alabama, Mississippi, and Philippines," New York recites.

"Anyone else?" New Jersey asks.

America shakes his head.

"What am I doin'?" Dixie ask.

America looks away.

"I think you will be here with Canada and me to keep everything under control. We need to keep this place protected," Finland says.

Dixie sighs. "At least I'm not doin' it by myself again," he mumbles.

"What stuff should we get before anyone leaves? I can start a list," New York asks.

"Prepaid phones definitely. Some mats for the floor in here too," New Jersey says.

"As much water and non-perishable food as you can manage," America says.

"More blankets," South Carolina suggests.

"And pillows," finishes North Carolina.

"Some fabric too! It might be too expensive to buy extra clothes," Georgia says.

"And maybe something to do while we're stuck here cuz pops said no throwing rocks," Alabama says.

"You aren't staying here for that long Bama," Dixie says.

"What do you mean?"

"The rescue team will be following us, but won't get involved unless needed. We can't have you hours away when we need you," America explains.

"Still," Alabama says with a shrug, "we're gonna be staying here until Dad's all healed up. That's long enough."

"Okay, games too," New York says with a sigh.

"Shouldn't you be writing this down?" Finland asks.

"Nah, I got a near-perfect memory, a short shopping list is f***ing nothing," New York says.

"We'll go out tomorrow for supplies," Dixie says.

"Sounds good to me," America mutters.

"We should also get an ax or something to chop wood. We can have a firepit outside," Canada says.

"Want to get back to your lumberjack business huh?" America jokes.

Canada gives America a scathing look and America laughs.

"There's a stream nearby. We could probably use that to clean clothes and stuff until it freezes over," Idaho suggests.

"Good idea," Dixie says.

After a few more minutes of conversation, most of the kids disperse. Then the younger states crowd into the blankets. They crawl over each other and cuddle up next to America, and Russia by extension.

Russia smiles.

'Very sweet kids.'

"Hi," he mutters.  

Oklahoma looks up with a bright smile. Russia reaches over and ruffles her hair with a smile. Oklahoma grins.

Some of them begin to talk to Russia about all sorts of things, from sand to aliens, and Russia listens to every word. Sure, he didn't understand where most of it comes from, he tries his best to understand.

"And Area 51 is hiding them, I know it!" Nevada rambles and Russia nods along.

Then America shifts and pulls away. Russia lets him go, feeling a little sad at the loss of heat until America nudges his way behind Russia. Then Russia finds himself in America's lap again. He feels heat rush to his cheeks.

'Oh.'

America nuzzles Russia's back and hugs him around the midsection. Russia smiles.

'This is nice.'

The states continue to fight over his attention, trying to make sure they're the one Russia is talking to.

'I didn't think that my attention was this important.'

Wyoming rattles off different adventures he'd been on, talking as loudly as he could to drown out his siblings, and the whole group raises in volume.

'It's like my siblings and I vying for our father's attention.'

Soon, the sun begins to set, and Russia feels America begin to lean against him. New York, California, and Texas hop up onto the windowsills with the darker blankets to set-up make-shift curtains to block out the view from the outside. Russia watches them do it, and still doesn't understand how that had gotten up there.

A battery-powered lantern is pulled out from one of the trucks and is set up in the middle of the room.

"I'll keep watch," Dixie volunteers.

"No you ain't," Texas interjects before Dixie can get up, "listen, Dixie, You're exhausted. Don't you deny it. Del, Penny, and I got it from here."

Russia hears Pennsylvania loudly disagree with the nickname, and laughs quietly, self-conscious of how it sounds.

Dixie grumbles under his breath but resettles into the nest.

Russia leans forward and lies down on his stomach, America sprawled out on his back, asleep. Russia relaxes. Sure, the floor under the blankets is still noticeable, but it isn't the most uncomfortable thing Russia fell asleep on.

'America is like a blanket,' Russia thinks with a giggle, 'a very sunny, very cute blanket.'

'Maybe I can finally call my father once we have burner phones.'

Russia winces. He could only imagine the scolding he would get for disappearing for so long.

'It's better than leaving him and Alaska to worry.'

Russia's eyes close, and his sore muscles relax. He drifts off.

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Placing Fenty in her crib in our bedroom, it’s easier for us that she is in the bedroom rather then travelling around to her room. I am honestly at a stage where I think this is all so unreal for us, I can’t believe that I am a mother to a beautiful girl, I am a mother. Something I gave up on a while ago, I thought it wouldn’t have ever happened for me and it did, I am married on top of that to the love of my life and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I am finally thinking of me and I love it, I am entering a new year being a mother and wife, it’s so surreal when just last year I was crying to Mel that I am lonely and I have nobody, it was the perfect mistake to us. Fenty is very on time with her feeding, like her night feed is on time, she will wake up and then play up a little and then just want to feed to then go to sleep, the girl can sleep. If anything she is not like Chris, she sleeps well, and I am thankful she does sleep and doesn’t cry all of the time. Dennis and my mother have parted ways for the New Year, they have gone home, so that leaves just Chris and I with our daughter, it’s been a weird feeling to feel. It’s quiet and I don’t think Chris is dealing well with it, things are settled. But I give him his space, since Dennis went two days ago, he spent the first day on my hip, I mean like he was following me and I tried to do things with him, but I fall asleep, I am tired. My body is still healing, the day after I couldn’t find him and he was alone for the most of it but he’s not sleeping either now, which that has started again. When Fenty was crying and I didn’t feel the bed move I knew he wasn’t in the bed. Chris doesn’t like silence; he doesn’t like to be in silence and then also he has so much going on in his mind. I have never asked him if he takes his medication, I totally don’t do that with him. I have so much on my mind, I know things are quiet, but it will get better for him, like the home will start to get busy when the team is back.

It’s so hard, it’s so fucking hard to know where Chris is in this house and it’s bugging me. I have to wait it out until he comes to me, I am going to have to put some sort of tag on him to locate him because I can’t find him. I stifled out a yawn, I am trying to watch Real housewives, but I am failing at this, I have my daughter swaddled up next to me as I laid out on the couch, I am falling asleep again. I jerked at the sound of my phone blaring out ringing “Jesus” grabbing my phone from the side, Tina is calling me on New Year’s Eve too, surprised she isn’t drunk somewhere “hello bitch” answering the call “I can’t wait to see you! I miss you so much. I wish we knew you would be pregnant, then we could have had one last drink blowout” I chuckled at Tina “miss me huh, well I am going to be a reserved woman now thank you. I am married and a mother, my daughter don’t need to see her mother’ ass hanging now” I missed Tina “I will give it a year but anyways, erm what is Chris doing?” she didn’t even call for me “honestly, I wish I knew, he is somewhere in this house. I should have got an apartment; I can’t locate him or have the energy to find him” I need to start actually figuring out his spots in this home “I didn’t really ask what is he doing but like what is he doing on Instagram?” I breathed out “I don’t know, I don’t look at that shit Tina. Please don’t tell me it’s stupid shit” I hope he isn’t being dumb “there is whole battle going on with him and Drake, Chris did start it by commenting on a post and it was a old picture of you and Drake, he said that you all think I am the bad guy when Drake wrote a diss song on Rihanna. Drake wish he had a black child; his child is albino. And now like it’s kicking off, Jen text me and I called you” what is he playing at “god, why. Oh my god, Jen knows so someone as personally contacted her because she doesn’t check for it, what is being said? I don’t need this shit” I am just so fucking annoyed now.

I am going to not snap on him, but I want to know why, leave fucking Drake alone “sorry I am back, so Chris started with the albino thing, he commented on that post of you and Drake, then the IG gossip blogs saw it. Then Drake responded back but he posted a picture of your matching tattoos and said it was a great night. Then Chris went on his page and commented saying you, wait a minute just getting it now. So yes he put, you are old news nigga, how you saved pictures of a woman that don’t want you. Then Drake commented back saying you seem unsecure, is there some issues at home which Chris went on a full blown rant on how he is going to beat Drake for posting that, the thing is Chris is looking like the bad guy in this even though he made some valid points. He quoted a line from the diss track, but Drake denied it now, he is making out that never happened, Chris is losing his mind. He is currently doing it now; Chris is going back and forth with him. Jen didn’t mention who contacted her. She just said that Robyn should have had him under control” shaking my head sighing out “I am not controlling him Tina; he is free to do what he likes. I would never control him, I don’t know what idea you all have got thinking I control Chris, that I need to put a gag on him because it is not that and never will be” I kind of snapped on Tina “Robyn, I didn’t say that. Jen said it, but I think someone else has mentioned it” that annoyed me “he is my husband, he is not a dog. I am not his carer either, yes Chris shouldn’t have started but he is defending himself now he is making him sound crazy. Tina, just tell Jen that I want to know who said control him, but anyways. I have an appointment to go too, talk soon” disconnecting the call.

Zeus laid his head on my foot, I was supposed to go and see to Chris, but he will find me. My stomach hurts a little “you are so hairy, Chris needs to sort that out” Zeus looks fed up, I would move him away, but he doesn’t seem happy and he is also on my couch “where is Chris Zeus, you know where he is?” I asked him, this dog knows what I am saying. I have an appointment in an hour so he better hurry up “I literally came into this room but didn’t see you, I went all the way upstairs” Chris walked around the couch “where have you been all day Chris!? Seriously, and all night” Chris sat down but at a distance “in the office area thing, next to the garage. I been spray painting it” my eyes widened “what!? You’re joking right?” he shook his head without a care, he is being serious “not this house Chris, I didn’t want you to do that. What if we don’t stay here forever then what!? Is that what you been doing all that time” he nodded his head and clasped his hands together “smoke a blunt, paint. Just do what I want, then repaint it” staring at Chris in annoyance “so you decided to make a mess in this home, I am not having this home like the shit in your house!” I spat “it’s not, it’s one place, nobody will see. What do you want me to do all day, stare at you?” getting up from the couch as Zeus jumped off “well you could tell me, just tell me you are doing that instead of just doing what you like” I hissed out sitting up “well I went out in the morning, got them and came back” I didn’t even know he did that “why wasn’t I told?” Chris laughed, he finds it funny, but I don’t “you were asleep, man. I didn’t come to argue, I know you got an appointment” Chris got back up from the couch “walk off, we still have so much to speak on. Go on” waving him off, I swear to god.

Chris decided to come into the bedroom, I mean he has to eventually see me “have you stopped doing all that shit on Instagram?” zipping up the baby bag “I can’t take a shit without you knowing” I laughed shaking my head “what is wrong with you? You know what, just take the baby bag and go outside. We need to go; I don’t have the time to be just stood here hearing shit from you. Has the driver put the car seat in?” Chris shrugged, his lack of care disappeared, I mean where the fuck did it go “thank you Chris, really I mean it” picking up Fenty from the bed “the bag Chris” walking around the bed, I know Chris is struggling he probably feels like he has no freedom but it’s not that, he is fighting me on this now, I can tell he is. The fact he is going out without me knowing, I like to know what he does. I mean first of all I am his wife, and second of all he can easily go off the rails and end up taking drugs. I can’t let Chris slip, I can’t have this because then it will be I told you so, I know it’s not going to be plain sailing, I know for a fact it takes work and I am here for that but he needs to just try and help a long the way. Just tell me so I can make it right, try and make it better for him to be here. I understand he is struggling; I really do.

It’s been a while since I have been out of the house, but all I can think of is Chris and his behaviour “Robyn” looking way from the car window “mhmm, yeah?” I am not impressed of course “I just don’t feel like doing shit, my mood is low, and I am irritated. I just want to be zoned out and be alone, I am trying to break this mood by thinking of the good, but I can’t. Even now I just feel like I am not here, I feel like I am battling two parts of my mind, one part is wanting me to jump on a flight and go back to Cali and go back to normality and the other part is wanting to just cry and bang my head against a wall because my mind is racing. It’s really racing, and I can’t stop it, I need too” he spoke to me without being an ass “what made you feel that way Chris? I need you to tell me where I go wrong to help you” I asked “I just feel like I am not in control and in my mind I feel like it is a bad thing, it’s like mind games. I want you to take control but then there is another half where I want to be in control” shaking my head “you are in control Chris; I am only guiding you. Who said about this control shit!?” I have heard it a few times now “Ant messaged me, Jay Brown emailed him saying that he is not my manager no more, that Rihanna is. If I am to be married to you then I have to be under Roc Nation. Ant said it’s all games and control, she is controlling you and I said it isn’t and that plays on my mind” Jay Brown is a fucking liar “I didn’t even say that he mentioned about wanting you! That bastard” they want to play games “I am no good for you, like you love me, but you deserved a man to guide you” frowning at him “no, this is your mind talking. It’s not that Chris, too much is happening, and you can’t process it. I wanted a man which I have got, they are lying to you, I am not controlling you” they want Chris to seem like a little bitch and it’s not even that, they are playing on his mind “do you think that I am?” I have to ask Chris “no I don’t but shit just plays on my mind Robyn, it’s hard fighting your own demons on your own” reaching over touching his arm “you’re not on your own Chris, you got me. I am here for you, even if I am tired I am here for you. I see the change Chris, I do” this is what has been irritating Chris.

I filled out all of the paperwork while Chris sat with Fenty in the waiting room, I though there is no reason to just make them wait around while I did it. I had to fill out Chris’ part too which was funny to me because I knew everything, I had to even mention the Bipolar, but I did it while they waited in the room “is she awake?” Chris is getting her out of the car seat “yeah, she just woke up now” nodding my head “it’s ok, get out there” Chris has become a little shy with doing it now I am here “I am not judging you Chris. I want you to be comfortable” too late now, Chris is not doing it “why did you do that? It’s ok you know, I am not judging you” Chris is so deflated about things, I hate that for him. Reaching into the car seat “my little angel is awake, awww” kissing her little cheek before resting her over my shoulder, Chris placed the blanket over her “when we get back home we will talk, because you caused some shit on Instagram too” lightly rubbing Fenty’ back “they tagged me in some shit Robyn, the caption stated that you loved him and that I don’t deserve you. I am sick of seeing that fucking shit so I said it, they playing in my face I hate it” rolling my eyes.

[colbybrocksmolder]

Tumblr – Colby Brock x Reader

Tumblr is…a mixed bag. You’d made some of your closest internet friends on this poorly run website, but you’d also received more than your share of crazy fangirl hate. What’s crazy though, is how easy it is to make friends in the Sam and Colby fandom on Tumblr. 99% of everyone you’ve met is super nice and the group kind of shuts down the haters pretty quickly.

This last round of drama kind of wore everyone down. It all started with a hate anon that your friend DaddyDobrock received. “If Sam and Colby saw half of what you guys wrote on here they wouldn’t want you as fans 🙄.” She handled it well. She laughed and told the anon to lighten up and fuck off. You guys were pretty used to petty hate anons and rarely answer them, but boy was this asshole persistent.

Absolute-randomness-forever replied to a similar message with “If you don’t like what we post, don’t follow us?” Again, not really feeding into any drama.

Sp00kybrock got one trying to get her opinion on the whole thing. “Don’t you think most of the Sam and Colby tumblr fandom is toxic? Like, I bet Colby would cringe so hard if he went on this site. 🙄” She defended her friends, laughing it off. “My friends and I aren’t toxic. We post memes and joke around, but we support the boys 100%.”

Jakeywebber commented on a few of the new posts. “Does this person even watch the boys? They obviously don’t know that their sense of humor is exactly like ours.”

The anons continued to come in, a few other people getting them but not replying. They always ended with 🙄. The problem with one toxic anon is that they attract others that want to feed into the drama, and soon the hate is taken too far.

Someone got an anon telling them to kill themselves. Eye rolling emoji included. The blog posted the anon with no comment other than “deleting now” and went offline. To say that the rest of you were up in arms is an understatement. Lightenupbrock, that-one-brock-boy, badassbrock, the-sun-is-dark, colbyjacksmack, rewindfridaynight, xplr-lurker, brockboytrashz…you all jumped in and defended your friend. You sent them messages making sure they were okay, trying to convince them not to delete.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “FYI we see more than you think we see. Don’t pretend to be our fan and then treat other fans like shit. Especially anonymously. 🙄”

Daddydobrock posted “Anyone else see this?” with a screenshot of the tweet.

A few of the others reblogged it, adding comments. By the end of the thread, your group of friends was convinced that Colby either had a tumblr or occasionally lurked on it.

*tumblr messages*

Xplr-lurker : Hey, have you heard from the girl that got the kys anon?

You and Xplr-lurker had been tumblr friends for about 6 months. They messaged you after they saw how you interacted with the other blogs. You were always helpful, kind, encouraging…You had a reputation for being a sweetheart and Xplr-lurker had messaged you thanking you for it. You two became friends pretty quickly, asking how each other’s days went and such. Neither of you ever really posted your personal info on your blogs, but you knew a bit about each other. You both lived in Cali, you were about the same age, and you loved sending each other super emo tumblr posts when you were bored. Usually hella late at night. He knew you were a girl and you knew he was a guy. Other personal details kind of trickled through in your everyday interactions.

Y/n : Yeah. She doesn’t want to be online for a while, but she isn’t going to delete her blog. I gave her my phone number just in case she needed to talk.

Xplr-lurker : I figured you would 😊 I’m glad she’s okay.

Y/n : Me too.

Y/n : Hey, did you see Colby’s tweet? I think he saw all of this go down. I mean, maybe I’m just assuming too much, but he ended a tweet about anon hate with that stupid eye roll emoji just like the anon does.

Xplr-lurker : I mean, he said he checks his dms all the time. Maybe someone sent it to him?

Y/n : Maybe.

Y/n : Honestly, I’m just as mad for him and Sam as I am for the girl. How shitty is it that they have to watch the people who call themselves fans treat other fans like garbage? And they can’t do a thing about it.

Xplr-lurker : That sounds like it would suck.

Y/n : Right?

You had written a whole big post about how hypocritical it was for this toxic anon to accuse everyone else of being bad for the fandom when they were so willing to go out of their way to harm other fans. You reminded them about the videos Sam and Colby used to post about being confident and helping others. Their entire YouTube career started with them making videos wanting to help people. Just like every other post, you signed it with two black heart emojis. 🖤🖤

You had continued talking to xplr-lurker as you wrote the post. Venting a little bit about how frustrated you were.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “Don’t worry, we know there are amazing fans out there, too. 🖤🖤”

Y/n : Dude. I think I’m paranoid, now.

Xplr-lurker : What do you mean?

Y/n : Nothing. I’m exhausted. I just need sleep, lol. You do too, nerd. You said you needed to be up by 9 and it’s already 4am.

Xplr-lurker : Holy shit, my friend is going to kill me if I’m falling asleep tomorrow, haha.

Y/n : Haha, good luck! I’ll talk to you later.

Xplr-lurker : Thanks. Sweet dreams.

See, it’s pretty common for social media influencers to have secret accounts. It gives them a way to like posts and follow fans without starting drama. After collabing with CrankThatFrank, Colby was convinced to make a tumblr. He picked Xplr-lurker so that it made sense for him to interact with his own fans. He mostly just reblogged cool edits and funny traphouse memes. He’d comment on funny posts and throw his two cents in on theories and gossip. For the most part, it was kind of fun. People on tumblr were brutally honest but fucking hilarious. He never planned on talking about tumblr or letting anyone he interacted with on tumblr know that he was behind the username…but then he found your blog. He’d contemplated telling you for a few weeks now. The two of you talked almost every night and he felt bad. He felt like he was lying to you.

He’d first messaged you just to say a quick thanks for being so positive in the fandom, but the more he talked to you the more he kept wanting to talk to you.

The 🙄 anon stopped sending people messages after Colby’s tweet. Your friends on tumblr were able to go back to posting ridiculous screenshots and cool photo edits over the next week or so. You’d reblogged a gif of Colby about to lose his shorts on a waterslide with the caption “I feel like Elton has been trying to get Colby naked in vlogs since the start of TFIL”.

Xplr-lurker : *sent waterslide post*

Xplr-lurker : This is a fat fact. Lol.

Y/n : Right? Hahahahaha

Xplr-lurker : I think he does it for views.

Y/n : Probably. It’s the same reason Colby gets shirtless in his own videos. He knows people will click the thumbnail, haha.

Colby sat on his balcony laughing. You were absolutely right.

Xplr-lurker : Is that why you clicked?

Y/n : Haha, nah. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a beautiful human being. You’d have to be blind not to see that. But I found Colby through TFIL.  

Xplr-lurker : What made you keep watching him then?

Colby felt bad for baiting you out, but his curiosity got the better of him. As far as you knew, he was just another fan. This is when he’d get your most honest answer.

Y/n : A lot. First, he’s a huge goofball. Watching him and his friends do dumb shit to make each other laugh is the best.

Y/n : And everything him and Sam have done together? Those two dudes are fearless. They just remind me that I’m the only one holding myself back, you know? One day I’ll actually get out of my own way and make something of myself.

Y/n : He also seems super genuine. He never seems afraid to speak his mind or call something like it is. It actually bums me out watching some of his “friends”, If you know what I mean. I know that not everything they put out there is 100% accurate to how they actually are in real life, but I hate that slimy feeling I get knowing that a lot of them use Sam and Colby and don’t actually give a shit.

Y/n : I know I sound like a massive fangirl at this point, haha. I think I just needed to get that off my chest.

Colby sat there trying to figure out how to respond. He had a huge grin on his face seeing you spill your guts like you did.

Xplr-lurker : Haha, don’t worry about it. You just sound like you care. That’s not a bad thing.

Over the next few weeks, you guys continued to talk like normal, but it got a little more personal. He wanted to be able to call you a friend, but he was still afraid to tell you who he actually was. You two talked more about your passions and the things you struggle with. You’d always sent each other music to check out, but he’d confessed that he’d been dabbling in trying to write lyrics. He needed to find a way to talk to you as COLBY and not xplr-lurker.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “You feel so close but in reality I’m sitting here on my balcony alone.”

One of your tumblr friends had screenshot the tweet, adding the caption “This is how it feels to have better friends on the internet than in real life.”

You reblogged it and tagged xplr-lurker. You added “I wouldn’t trade our late-night talks for the world.”

Xplr-lurker : *sent tagged post*

Xplr-lurker : Yeah?

Y/n : Duh. You know that.

Xplr-lurker : Same.

Colby sat there, his fingers hovering over the keyboard on his phone.

*Twitter notification* Colby Brock Tweeted : “1 like = 1 ‘don’t be a pussy’ whispered in my ear.”

Xplr-lurker : Not to sound like a creepy internet person, but have you ever met any of your internet friends in real life?

Y/n : Haha, I don’t think you’re creepy. And yes! I���ve met a few of them. Why?

Xplr-lurker : I know we live in the same city and I’ve always wondered if you’d want to get coffee or something.

Y/n : That would mean that you’d get to see how awkward and clumsy I am in real life. I don’t know if I’m willing to put you through that, hahaha.

Colby laughed. That response was better than the “fuck off, creeper” he expected.

Xplr-lurker : Oh, shut up. You’d be the one dealing with me being awkward.

Y/n : Suuuuuuure. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.

Y/n : I’m actually walking home from my favorite coffee shop right now, haha. It’s called 101. They’re open until 3 am and they have the best food.

Xplr-lurker : WHY ARE YOU WALKING ALONE SO LATE AT NIGHT?!

It was well past 2am and the thought of you walking the streets of LA by yourself kind of had Colby on edge.

Y/n : I live like 5 minutes away. Don’t worry.

Colby pulled up 101 Coffee Shop on his phone. It was less than a 10 minute drive from his apartment. *We actually live pretty close* he thought, switching back to the tumblr app.

Xplr-lurker : Tell me when you make it home safe. LA is scary at night.

Xplr-lurker : Also, that coffee shop is not far from me. If you ever want to meet up there, I’m down.

Y/n : I just walked in my front door. Stop worrying, mom.

Y/n : And I’ll be headed back there tomorrow around midnight. My roommate’s boyfriend is obnoxious and he comes over every night around then. I usually hang out at the coffee shop and work on stuff on my laptop for a few hours.

Xplr-lurker : I’m glad you’re safe. I’ll definitely try to make it there tomorrow.

Y/n : I’ll be the one with the messy bun, laptop, and baggy Y&R hoodie, lol.

Xplr-lurker : If I don’t chicken out, I’ll wear an XPLR hoodie.

Y/n : Well I need to go to sleep. If I don’t see you tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll still talk to you on here.

Xplr-lurker : For sure! Have a good night!

Y/n : You too. 🖤🖤

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Colby said, sighing. This was it. He was either going to walk into that coffee shop and blow his cover or he was going to chicken out like a little bitch.

The whole next day he had a hard time paying attention to anything or anyone. He was too busy trying to figure out the best way to tell you who he was.

“Colby!” Sam laughed, waving his hand in front of his friend’s face.

“What? Sorry.” Colby said, shaking his head and turning towards Sam.

“You okay?” Sam asked. Colby just stared at him for a minute. “I’m going to take that as a no?”

“I’m not, not okay.” Colby answered, sounding cryptic.

“Okaaaayyy.” Sam said slowly. “Care to explain?”

“I’m just nervous to meet up with someone later.” Colby tried to sound casual. “It’s nothing big. I’m just anxious, I guess.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“A girl I met online.” Colby said, waiting for Sam to tease him.

Sam furrowed his brows. “Like on a dating app?”

“No.” Colby shook his head. “She’s a fan.”

Sam made a confused face. “Not to make it sound like I think you’re stupid, but are you being catfished again?” He laughed.

Colby couldn’t help but crack a smile, hiding his face behind his hands. “No, actually. I don’t even know what this girl looks like.”

“What?!” Sam asked, confused.

“That’s not the weirdest part.” Colby said, peeking through his fingers at his best friend. “She doesn’t know I’m me.”

“Is this for a video or something?” Sam asked, not understanding at all what was going on.

“Nope. I made an account to interact with fans and we just kind of clicked.” Colby tried explaining. “We’ve been friends for like 6 months, but we only ever talk through our usernames. The more I say this out loud the crazier it sounds.” Colby laughed.

“Sooooo, you’ve never seen a picture of her?” Sam asked.

“Nope. Not for sure. I THINK I found her personal blog, but I could be wrong.” Colby answered. “I only know her name because it’s in her profile, but she’s never asked me mine.”

“Is she going to be mad?” Sam asked, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing.

“That’s kind of why I’m so nervous.” Colby said, biting his lip. “She told me where she’s going to be tomorrow night and I don’t know if I should just show up or if I should rip the band-aid off and tell her who I am in our dms before we’re supposed to meet up.”

Sam had a blank stare on his face. “I honestly have no idea how to help you.”

“Don’t feel bad. I don’t know how to help myself.” Colby laughed.

“Tell me how it goes?” Sam asked.

“Of course.” Colby nodded, zoning out again.

At around 11:30pm you’d walked to the coffee shop. You ordered a drink and your late dinner and sat down in the corner booth. You worked on some things you were currently writing and gone through and caught up with your emails. At about 1am, you’d convinced yourself your tumblr friend had chickened out.

Right around 12:30am, Colby was stood in front of the coffee shop he was supposed to meet you at. There were only a few people currently in the shop, so it was pretty easy to figure out which one was you. He’d taken a deep breath and walked through the door, darting to the counter when he started to panic. With his back to you, he ordered a coffee. *I don’t even like coffee* he thought to himself. He kept peeking at you from the pick-up counter while he waited for his order. You had headphones in your ears, mouthing the lyrics to whatever song you were listening to. When the barista called out his name, he grabbed his coffee and left the shop.

Xplr-lurker : I’m stuck.

Xplr-lurker : You’re normally the person I go to for advice, but I feel like it’s unfair to put this one on you.

Xplr-lurker : You’re beautiful, btw.

You looked up from your computer, searching for your friend.

Y/n : Thank you? Are you here?

Xplr-lurker : I was. I chickened out. I kind of panicked.

Y/n : Aww, I promise you have no reason to panic. So why are you stuck? I’m always here to listen and give advice when I think I can help. You know that.

Colby sighed, sitting in his car.

Xplr-lurker : I guess it’s better just to come out with it.

Xplr-lurker : My name is Colby.

You waited a few seconds for further explanation.

Y/n : Okay? I don’t get it.

Xplr-lurker : Like, I am Colby Brock. I made this account to interact with fans.

Y/n : Please tell me you’re just fucking with me as a friend and not a delusional fanboy that’s trying to actually convince me he’s someone he’s not.

*Great* you thought to yourself. Not only did you have to walk home at night by yourself in LA, now you had to keep an eye out for a crazy person who wanted you to believe they were Colby. You thought this person was your friend and now you were afraid to leave the coffee shop.

Xplr-lurker : Neither? I know I fucked up by not telling you sooner.

Y/n : Well, since whoever is on the other end of this message knows I’m here alone, I’m going to call my roommate to pick me up. You know, you were really cool. You were my favorite person to talk to. This really sucks. You didn’t have to be anyone but yourself.  

When Colby tried to reply to your message, the chat said that he had been blocked. “Oh, fuck.” He said, jumping back out of his car. When he got to the door of the coffee shop, he could see that you were packing up your stuff.

“Y/n!” he called from the door, walking towards your booth.

Your eyes flew towards the boy walking in your direction, your hands frozen holding your laptop.

Colby slowly slid into the other side of the booth you were sitting in, putting his phone down with the tumblr app open. “I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck?” you whispered, still not moving.

“You have every right to be mad at me and I swear I never meant to freak you out. I didn’t really think it through when I told you who I was. Is your roommate coming?” He asked, talking so fast you could barely process what he was saying.

You sat your laptop down and grabbed his phone. “My roommate wouldn’t come pick me up even if I did call her.” You said, looking at the tumblr app on Colby’s phone. You were the only person he had messaged.

“You were going to walk?” Colby asked, grabbing his phone when you handed it back to him.

“I was going to order an Uber.” You laughed. “This is crazy. You’re crazy.”

“Are you mad?” Colby’s face was apprehensive, waiting for you to tell him to fuck off.

“A little.” You nodded, laughing. “You asked me questions about yourself! I fangirled to you about you!” You remembered, covering your now blushing cheeks with your hands, hiding your face.

He laughed. “I feel the need to say this in person…You’re beautiful.” He watched as you peeked over your fingers. “And I’m the one that should be embarrassed about that, not you.”

“Why did you ask me to meet if you didn’t want me to know who you were?” You asked, remembering that this whole thing was his idea.

He laughed, reaching to grab one of your hands. “I’ve been trying to nut up and tell you who I am for over a month.”

“Why me? You didn’t even know what I looked like?” You were still trying to take in the fact that Colby Brock was sitting here in your favorite coffee shop holding your hand.

“I didn’t really care what you looked like. You’ve been a great friend to me since we first started talking and I was just some random person you met online…That has nothing to do with how someone looks.” He explained, blushing before continuing. “The fact that you’re also adorable is just an added bonus.”

You laughed, pulling your hand out of his so you could re-do your messy bun that was currently falling. “This is crazy. I want to re-read everything I’ve ever sent to you to make sure I didn’t make a complete fool out of myself.”

“Y/n.” Colby laughed. “You didn’t. I promise. There’s not a single thing you’ve told me that I don’t like.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do now. “I have one question.” You said, leaning your elbows on the table.

“Ask away.” He answered, leaning forward the same way you were.

“What’s the REAL reason Elton always tries to get you naked in his vlogs?” You smirked, hearing Colby bust a gut laughing.

“Honestly, I’ve questioned it myself. The only answer that keeps me sane is clickbait.” He shook his head. “So, we’re good?” he asked.

“I mean, I don’t know WHAT we are, but I hope it isn’t bad.” You laughed.

“Well, we’ve been friends for over 6 months. I’d like to still claim that even though you know now that I’ve been a dumbass this entire time.” He smiled.

“I think I can deal with that.” You smiled back at him.

“Should I push my luck and ask you if I can buy you another coffee?” He asked, a shy look on his face. “I think coffee is disgusting, but I hear coffee shops make for great first dates.”

“You went from being afraid to show your face to asking me on a date.” You laughed.

“Well?” Colby said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, your cheeks turning pink. “I’d love another coffee.”

I can remove any of the tumblrs I’ve used if you’re uncomfortable being mentioned. @daddydobrock @absolute-randomness-forever @sp00kybrock @jakeywebber @lightenupbrock @that-one-brock-boy @badassbrock @the-sun-is-dark @colbyjacksmack @rewindfridaynight @brockboytrashz 

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When Karolina gets a text from Gert asking her to meet for breakfast, she doesn't’ worry. Sure, they’re right in the middle of the week and they live in completely opposite sides of town, so it’s not exactly something they do often - they usually prefer to hang out on weekends - but she figures it’s probably just some last minute wedding stuff, nothing out of the ordinary.

The thing is: Karolina’s life is good, and has been like that for a while now. She goes to a great school that she loves, she lives close enough to home to see her childhood friends all the time and she has the world’s greatest girlfriend by her side. There was a point in Karolina’s life in which she thought she would never be able to let go of her past, but now? Now she lives in the present, and the present is good, so good that she never catches herself looking back anymore.

(Well, never might be a stretch, but most days she doesn’t).

She spends the 40 minute drive to Gert’s favorite diner listening to the upbeat playlist she and Julie made together, not letting the heavy traffic get to her. At the very least she knows the place has good vegan options, and it has been such a long time since she’s had anything other than almond milk banana smoothies for breakfast.

Gert is already waiting for her when she arrives, an anxious smile plastered on her face. Karolina begins to suspect something is wrong, but tells herself she’s reading too much into it. Gert is getting married in less than a month, of course she’s nervous.

“Hey there, bride to be.” Karolina greets her old friend with a grin. “Let me guess: you’ve changed your mind and want me to be your maid of honor after all.”

Gert’s laugh seems forced. “C’mon, you know Molly would kill me if I even considered it. She says is her right as a sister.”

“Never thought I’d see Gertrude Yorkes defending nepotism, but okay, I get it.” Karolina jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I know, right?” Gert fidgets with the pepper shaker in her hands, avoiding Karolina’s eyes as she speaks. Something is definitely wrong. “But there is a new development in the wedding department that I thought you should know about…”

“Just say it, Gert.” Karolina says softly. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

“I spoke to Nico last night.” She spits the words all at once, her voice trembling. “She’s coming.”

Nico.

Karolina feels as if all of the air had suddenly been sucked out of the room, leaving her gasping for breath, and the fact that she is so taken aback by Gert’s words really is a testament to how much she has moved on. Not so long ago Nico would have been literally the first thing on her mind. Now, she hasn’t even heard her name spoken aloud in ages .

That name, along with all other Nico-related memories, has been confined to a neat little box pushed as far back as possible inside Karolina’s brain for so long it takes her a long moment to fully process what Gert is saying. Nico. Coming. Nico is coming to the wedding. Karolina is also coming to the wedding. Both Nico and Karolina are coming to the wedding. The same wedding. Therefore, Karolina and Nico will be at the same place. At the same time. In the very near future.

Gert shakes both her hands in front of Karolina’s face, trying to pull her away from her thoughts. “You look like your brain just short-circuited.”

“How did you even get her number?” She doesn’t even know why she asks that. Out of all of the questions running through her mind, it seems like a fairly unimportant one, but she’s probably not ready to handle anything more just yet.

“Well, Chase’s mom is married to her dad, so… It was not that hard to get.” Gert frowns.

“Right, sure.” Of course it wasn’t hard to get. Karolina herself probably could’ve found it too, if she wanted to. God knows she has thought about it many times in the past. Not lately, though. Not at all. “I had no idea you guys were still in contact.”

“We weren’t, Chase and I just called her last night. Neither of us has seen her in years. She never comes over, not for Easter, not for Thanksgiving, not even for Christmas. She tells Robert she’s spending it with Tina but…”

“She probably tells Tina she’s spending it with Robert.” Karolina completes the sentence without even thinking. It’s annoying, how even after trying so hard not to think about that girl, her subconscious still knows Nico like the back of her hand. Knows how she operates. Knows how she lies. “What happened? Why call her out of the blue like this?”

“We’ve been talking about it for a while, actually. She’s Chase’s step sister. She is - was - one of my best friends, and I know things aren’t exactly the same as they used to be but it just... felt wrong, getting married without her there.”

Seeing Gert talk so fondly about Nico catches Karolina by surprise. She’s so used to thinking about Nico as her past she sometimes forgets that she was important to everybody else as well. “So, how did that phone call go?”

Gert smiles a little. “Well, Chase guilted her with the whole step-sibling thing, and I gave her a whole speech about how, if it wasn’t for that one time in high school when she made us do seven minutes in heaven together, this wedding probably wouldn’t even be happening, so she absolutely has to be there to witness the patriarchal nightmare she put me into… And after about an hour of listening to us ramble in complete silence she just said okay in that dumb Nico tone she uses whenever she doesn’t want to talk about her feelings.”

Karolina knows exactly which tone Gert is talking about, and she catches herself picturing the way Nico’s nose must have scrunched up a little as she spoke, another classic sign of her discomfort when faced with emotional talk. She’s so distracted by the image in her head she barely notices Gert is still talking.

“...And I know this is a lot, specially for you, but I thought that maybe now that you’re doing so well and things with Julie are going great it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I mean, it’s been like, what, four years?”

Three and a half . Not that Karolina’s counting or anything. She nods along quietly.

“Maybe now is the right time to patch things up, you know? I mean, Chase and I miss her, and I  know Molly does too. Even Alex probably does. Don’t you?”

Karolina can’t allow herself to even think about what the answer to that question would be, so she ignores it. “Is she coming just for the ceremony or…?”

“She’s coming for the Hostel thing, too. She said she’ll be here for the whole week.”

A week. Nico is going to be back for a week. Surely Karolina can handle having Nico around for a single week, can’t she? Definitely. Just seven quick days and then she’ll be gone and everything will fall right back to normal.

(Karolina had never thought her idea of normal would be one that doesn’t include Nico Minoru, but things change).

. . .

It feels like she’s been in the kitchen for hours, staring silently at her untouched cereal while she waits for Victor to wake up, Gert and Chase’s words still echoing in the back of her head. They’re getting married. How crazy is that? Back in high school she practically had to physically smash their heads together to get them to admit their feelings for each other, and now they’re getting married. And, for reasons she will never understand, they want her to be there. And how can she say no to that? They may not be in the greatest terms now, but for most of her life they were like family.

(But then again, Robert is literally family and Nico skipped his wedding without thinking twice).

(She regrets that now).

Truth is, she misses them, all of them. Gert, Chase, Molly. God, Molly must be what, 19? It’s crazy. Part of her has always selfishly thought that Brentwood would stay exactly as she left it, frozen in time forever. Clearly, that isn’t the case. Gert and Chase are getting married, Molly is probably in college, Alex must be working on some groundbreaking AI technology and Karolina...Nico tries not to think too much about Karolina. She just hopes she’s happy.

As for Nico… she’s okay. It took a long time and an overwhelming amount of effort, but she’s managing, which is why she agreed to coming to this wedding in the first place. Finally, she’s ready to face the ghosts from her past. Or at least she thinks she is. But she definitely can’t do it alone.

“What the fuck, Nico, how long have you been sitting there?” Victor asks groggily as soon as he comes into the kitchen, his eyes barely open and his hair uncharacteristically disheveled.

“A while.” She shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep and I really need to talk to you, so.”

“You could just wake me up, you know.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Nico lets out a breathy laugh. “You’d kill me if I messed with your beauty sleep.”

“Fair point.” He smirks. “So, what do you need me for?”

“How would you feel about an all-expenses paid trip to Cali? My treat.” Nico puts up her best saleswoman attitude, even forcefully attaching a smile to her words like they do on really bad commercials.

Victor is definitely not buying it. “I’d say there’s a catch hidden somewhere… didn’t you, like, grow up in Cali?”

“That might have something to do with the trip, yes.”

He furrows his brow at her impatiently. “Just spit it out, Minoru. I don’t have all day.”

“A couple of old friends from Brentwood called me last night. They’re getting married and… they want me to come, apparently. So I need you to be my plus one. Please.”

“Your old friends, huh?” His voice is still reluctant but his eyes soften immediately. For the billionth time in the last three years Nico feels immensely grateful for having Victor Mancha in her life, even though she definitely doesn’t say that to him as much as she should. Talking about her feelings isn’t her strong suit, but she���s working on it. “I’ll think about it. When exactly would this little trip place?”

“About a month from now. We’d be staying there the whole week.”

“Whoa, a whole week? What kind of wedding is this?”

“It’s not a weeklong wedding, dumbass.” She rolls her eyes at him. “But Gert said that since our friend group has been sort of scrambled around the country for a while, they wanted to give us a chance to reconnect before the ceremony or whatever, so we’re all staying at the Hostel for a week.”

“Weeklong bonding trip? And you agreed to that? You must really miss these people.” Victor raises an eyebrow at her, amused. “Anyway, what’s the Hostel ?”

“It’s sort of an underground mansion thing on a mountain range near LA. Gert’s parents own it, we used to hang out there a lot when we were teenagers. It’s got a really beautiful view, I get why they chose to get married there.”

(Maybe Nico, too, had once imagined her own wedding taking place in the Hostel).

“Underground mansion, huh?” Victor eyes her teasingly. “Sometimes I forget how absurdly rich you are.”

“You didn’t seem all that bothered by it when I bought us the VR kit for your PS4.”

“ Ay, cariño , no need to call me out like that.”

She really hates it when he calls her cariño , but that’s not really a priority right now.

“So… will you come with me? Please?” She glares at him, pleading. “I need you there, Vic.”

“I don’t know, Nico...I mean, it’s a whole week. The kids…”

Nico already knew he would bring this up. It had been her first concern, too. “I already texted Carol. She says she and the rest of the crew can cover for us for the week. Plus, we’ll have our phones, and as you said, I’m absurdly rich. If anything goes wrong we can be back in New York in 6 hours.“

Victor is still not convinced.

“What about you, Nico? A week is a long time. Are you sure you’re up for it?” In a different time Nico might have been angry at him for questioning her like that, but she understands it now. She knows he’s just genuinely concerned. “Did you speak to Steve about this?”

“Um, yeah. He totally thinks it’s a good idea.” It’s not exactly a lie. Steve has said several times that he wants her to reconnect with her old friends eventually , but he definitely didn’t know she’s planning to do it within a month.

“Okay, then I’ll come. But only because I’m really curious to meet your super rich friends… specially the famous Karolina Dean.”  

Nico’s stomach twists immediately. Maybe she’s already regretting this.  

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Cali Girl

Summary: (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Being her first day in New York City, Peter takes it upon himself to to convince the reader that New York isn’t as bad as she thinks compared to her California home. 

Warnings: cursing as always, brief drowning, some angst, then lots of fluff

A/N: Okay so this started out as a simple idea (me being an Cali girl myself) but I elaborated a fuckton so now it’s this thing, hope you enjoy! Peter may seem a little more confident but I aged them up to be seniors so yeah... ENJOY! And please give me feedback!!

I fucking hate New York, you grumbled, shivering and pulling your pile of blankets closer to you. You were sitting in the Avengers tower, watching news on the couch, trying to settle in. It was your first morning here, Tony had just recruited you, and you just arrived last night, and man, did you hate it!

“This place is actual hell on earth!” You exclaimed when you saw the forecast for the next couple of days which only showed Cole’s temperatures and even more snow. After the weather woman stated that it would get even colder you yelled out, slightly too loud, “New York can suck my dick!” You throws your hands up in defeat, groaning.

A voice started you, “Um, what did New York ever do to you?”

You quickly turn around, surprised to hear anyone for Tony said the tower would be empty for the day.

When you saw a boy about your age, you searched for an answer, “I uh… um…” After a second you meekly said, “It’s cold”

The boy laughed, “It’s not even as cold as it’s gonna get! You’re not from New York?” He said, as he sat on the couch with you.

Still confused as to where he came from, “Um, who are you? And uh, why are you in the tower?”

The boy fumbled with his phone before exclaiming, “Oh I’m sorry! I’m Peter, Peter Parker, a.k.a Spiderman. You’re Tony’s new recruit right?”

“Spiderman? You’re great! Love the suit by the way!” He blushed slightly at your compliment, “And yeah, first day at the tower, the name’s Y/N.”

Peter stretched out his hand to shake yours, “Nice to meet ya Y/N!” He settled back into the couch, while the news continued. An alert for a coming snow storm came on saying a storm was on it’s way to hit in the next week, causing you to moan and stink further into your blankets.

“You really don’t like New York do you?” Peter asked, cocking his head at your behavior.

“No! I’ve been here for only a day, and already I feel like I got frostbite, been catcalled on the streets, have had a horrible experience driving here from the airport, and honestly, New York people here are complete assholes!”

Peter threw his head back and laughed, “We’re assholes?!”

“Yes!!” nodding your head vehemently, “You guys are assholes! Where I come from if you make eye contact with a stranger, a soft friendly smile is given. Here, you’re lucky if you don’t get glared at!”

“Oh my God! Really? Where are you even from, it sounds like a sunshiney, bubbly place!?”

“I’ll have you know California is a very happy place!” You started to get defensive, California was home, forever and always. “And it’s most definitely better than New York!”

“What! New York is awesome, you just haven’t seen the right places, or met the right people!” He leaned forward, and laid his arm on the back of the couch.

You poked your head out of the blankets that were the only thing offering warmth, “I’m not too sure that this snowy and crowded place is gonna beat my home of nice warm beaches.”

“Well that does it!” Peter stood up and brushed off his pants, “I have to change that, we have all day to prove that New York isn’t quite that horrible.” He offered you his hand, and you hesitantly reached for it leaving the warmth of yoru cacoon.

You stood up and looked down at the slightly revealing pajamas of your favorite really big t shirt that went mid thigh and knee high fuzzy socks. Heat rushed to your face, “Um, let me change first. This probably isn’t the best for keeping warm.” Peter giggled a little at your comment, “Hey, dude, let me remind you Tony told me that no one was gonna be here!”

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Peter told you to dress warmly, he didn’t want to hear you complaining from the cold. So you dress in lots of layers, knee high boots, jeans, sweater with a heavy jacket, scarf, and earmuffs over. You met Peter at the front of the tower. When you arrived Peter exclaimed, “That’s more like it! It’s not like sunny Cali out there, but in the right clothes, you might be just as warm.” Peter held out his arm, and you looped yours around his.

“So, Y/N, have you had breakfast yet?” you shook your head, “Okay, so first things first, let’s get you something from one of my favorite carts on my usual walk to school.”

On the walk there, Peter kept you close, saying it was to keep you walking like a New Yorker, and that you walked way too slow. You defended yourself, saying that you enjoyed the journey and not the destination.  After some more banter you got on the subject of how he managed being in high school and also an Avenger.

“Yeah, it’s my senior year at Midtown, and I’m so excited to graduate. I plan on taking a year off before college so I can focus on the Avengers for a bit.” The two of you shuffled through a crowd until you responded.

“That’s neat, I was a senior too.”

Peter glanced at you, confused, “Was?”

“Yeah well, I was a senior back home, then I had a little accident that got me on Tony’s radar, and here I am. I wasn’t thinking I was going to be given the chance to go to school any more.” You confessed a little softly, causing Peter to lean in a little more to hear you.

“Hey if you want, Tony can always pull some strings and get you into Midtown.”

You looked up at Peter and flashed him a big smile, “Wow, thank you, New York is already looking better!”

Suddenly, Peter pulled you to the side, to a small cart that had tons of breakfast foods on it.

“This is where I get my morning bagel or muffin every morning before school. My favorite breakfast place so I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Awe, how did you know that I just love carbs?” You said with a smile, waiting in the short line with him.

“It was a lucky guess” he said with a wink. Man, did he have a cute face you thought. As you both reached the front of the line, you got a plain bagel with cream cheese while Peter got a blueberry muffin, for which he paid for both. You graciously thanked him, and the two of you continued down the street.

“So Parker? Where you taking me now?” You asked, munching on your warm bagel. “What does this supposedly great city have to offer?”

“Well in my opinion Queens, where I’m from, is better which is about 45 minutes from here, but New York City is pretty great so we’ll settle.” he looked at you and asked, “How do you feel about ice skating?”

You and Peter stopped at the sidewalk, waiting for the light to change so you could cross the street when you responded, “Well, we don’t have much of that in Cali, but I would love to try it!”

“Okay awesome, there’s a really cool open ice rink nearby I’ll take you to.”

The light had changed, signalling for pedestrians to go, so you started to step into the street. Right when your foot was making the second step in, it seemed like time slowed down. You heard a yell from behind you, and out of the corner of your eye saw a car quickly rounding the corner. You didn’t have enough time to move, so you shut your eyes, hearing your name being shouted. Suddenly, time sped up when someone behind you grabbed a fistfull of clothing and yanked you back. You landed in what you soon realized as Peter’s lap, and felt his arms go around you as the car flew by.

You and Peter caught your breathes as you were sitting in his lap, and him on the curb. His hold tightened around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. “Dude, you have to look before you cross!”

You let out a shaky deep breath, and whispered a small thank you. He slowly loosened his hold on you, letting you stand. After both of you were up, and back on the sidewalk you grumbled, “Okay, so people follow traffic laws in California! I had the right of way!”

Peter let out a nervous laugh, “Well, drivers are idiots in New York. Thank God I got my spider senses!”

“Oh my God, you have spider senses?!” you asked shocked, and awed.

“Yup!” he said, proudly with a pop on his p.

When and Peter kept walking, his hand reached for yours, tucking his fingers between you. You looked at him, your face scrunching up in confusion.

He glanced down at your confusion, explaining, “I’m not losing you again. Mr. Stark would kill me if I got you ran over by a car on your first day here.”

You nodded, and smile coming to your face. So the two of you continued to walk down a couple more blocks with light chit chat between you guys. You explained how because you lived so close to the beach that you were really into surfing, and snorkeling. Those two took up all your time after you finished with school stuff every day. You described how you would snorkel until it got dark, and on Fridays, if you were lucky, would night surf with a bright moon. Due to it being still fresh in mind, you didn’t talk about the accident at all. It did happen only a couple days ago, you just weren’t ready to bring it up just yet.

The ice rink came into view, getting your excitement levels up, you left Peter behind and ran up to the rink, seeing all the people happily skating around. Peter was laughing, and ran to catch up to you.

“Someone’s excited! Hey, maybe New York isn’t that bad right,” he said with a wink, “Let’s go, the entrance is just over here”

After Peter bought your tickets for the ice, and got the right size skates, you and him quickly got onto the ice. You warned him before hand, saying you had never done it before, but he waved you off and said he wouldn’t let you fall. He was Spiderman after all, if he couldn’t save you from falling then what good was he.

You gingerly stepped on the ice, and slowly brought both skates on with Peter right behind you. You were slowly getting the hang of it, testing your balance. Thank goodness for surfing, and the athletic balance you got from it, or you would have fallen over five times already You were clutching the wall, skating slowly, just getting the hang of it, when Peter skating in front of you, and pulled your hands off the wall, and holding them in his.

“Okay, Y/N, lets try off the wall!” Once he saw you starting to freak out, he reassured you, “Don’t worry, I’ll be skating backwards right in front of you the whole time, so I won’t let you fall.”

You nodded, and gulped, shaking slightly, from nerves, and the cold, “Okay, I got this, but how the hell are you this good at ice skating?!”

You slowly were going faster and faster while Peter explained how his “bite” gave him more athletic abilities and now when he tries a new sport or activity it comes very naturally. He doesn’t do any sports in school though, he feels it would be too unfair, and realistically it would take way too much time from his avenging patrols.

Slowly, you had graduated to just skating on your own, only holding hands with Peter, side by side. You both did loops around the rink, slowly, just taking in the lovely skyscrapers around you. You were just enjoying each others presence, already comfortable enough with each other to be silent.

Suddenly, snow started to lightly fall, causing you to laugh and lift your hands up. Peter chuckled at your behavior, seeing how childish you looked with you hanging your tongue out to catch some flakes.

“Never seen snow before?”

You gave Peter a ‘duh’ look, “Parker, do you think it snows at the beach?”

“Well all I know is that you look way too cute with these snowflakes in your hair.” He ruffled the top of your hair, to loosen the slowly melting flakes.

You laughed at him before slipping on the ice, due to the distraction of his smile, which was strongly growing on you by the second. Right before your face would have connected with the ice, Peter grabbed you by the arms and heaved you up. After steadying yourself, you let out the a shaky laugh, “Well thanks for saving my ass twice in one day!”

“Haha, yeah. You might need to get a little less clumsy if you’re gonna become an Avenger.”

“Well Spiderman, I’m not usually this clumsy. You’re catching me on a bad day.” you said with a giggle, “Remember, I’m a surfer, I like to think I’m athletic.”

Due to having stopped skating you lost your balance again and jerked backwards, but luckily Peter had a hand on your elbow this time so he balanced you right away. “Hey, Y/N, maybe it’s time for lunch. We’ve been skating for a while.”

“Ha, you getting tired of catching me all the time?” you asked with a smirk on your face, peering up at his face, while slowly skating to the exit.

“You know, catching you all the time is sort of fun. Makes me feel needed.” He responded with a small smile.

“What the famous Spiderman doesn’t feel needed enough even though he saves people everynight in New York City?”

You continued your playful banter, while he continued to guide you around the city. He showed you the ins and outs of the city. You had lunch in a cute little bistro, sitting on the outside, with cups of hot chocolate. He even showed you his highschool, trying to persuade you to give it a try. Even said he’d love to go to school with you, and that you would click immediately with his friends MJ and Ned. After hours of walking around the city, Peter showing you his favorite areas. When it slowly started to darken, Peter suggested heading back to the tower for dinner. Since Peter’s whole fiasco after his homecoming Tony would try to do an Avenger dinner between him, Rhodey, Vision, and Peter about once a week to keep everyone connected. He described this unique family dinner which Tony moved to tonight due to it being you first night here. You knew about the split among the Avengers. Who didn’t hear about their Civil War but you didn’t ask about it.

Once you both made it back to the tower, you found the other three Avengers in the kitchen trying to cook dinner. It was quite a hilarious thing to see. Rhodey was in a wheelchair of to the side barking orders at Tony, and Vision just looked so helpless, holding up pot and a pan, with a somewhat confused look on his robotic face.

You and Peter laughed at the sight, and he leaned over and whispered that, “It’s always like this whenever they cook.”

You rolled up the sleeves of your sweater, “Well then, let’s offer some help.”

You and Peter helped out the hopeless crew which were apparently trying to make a simple spaghetti. After and hour of introductions, cooking, and dishes, and the table set, dinner was ready.

With everyone sitting down, Tony cleared his throat, gaining attention, “I just wanted to say that I’m so glad for Y/N coming and joining the team in the light of the split earlier in the year. I know the past week has been hard on you, but I’m already proud that you made it out here to the Big Apple. Just, I’m happy for this new addition to the family. Welcome Y/N!”

After more cheers and glasses clinking people started to dig into their meal. A couple minutes in Tony leaned over the table to reach for more bread, but accidently knocked over a glass pitcher of water causing water to fall out of the sideways pitcher. Peter was too far away for his spider senses to kick in, but you on the other hand instinctively called upon your new powers, shooting your hand out, and controlling it with your mind, you stopped the water, and with deep concentration guided the water back into the pitcher. Holding the water mentally with your left hand, you stood the pitcher upright with your right hand.

While Tony, Rhodey, and Vision watched with slight awe and recognition for they had already knew about your newfound powers, Peter sat there with his mouth wide open in shock. “Dude, we spent the whole day together and not once did you bring up water bending powers?”

You felt heat rush to your face, “Sorry, Pete. Just never came up…?”

After everyone had their laugh at Peter pouting like a baby for not being shown your powers earlier the rest of dinner went smoothly. When everyone had finished eating and the rest of the dishes were done, Peter came up to you, “Y/N, I want to show you something.”

So he guided you to a balcony, which had a sitting area there. Once you stepped outside again, the chilly air hit you again but your mind became distracted. Now you saw the amazing skyline that was New York city in its nightly glory. You walked forward in awe, mouth wide open at the sight. You leaned your forearms on the railing, completely shocked by the view, and Peter followed but kept his eyes on your reaction.

“Oh my God, it’s so beautiful.” you murmured.

He nodded, “Yes it is” still looking at your awestruck face.

The two of you sat there for hours, huddled together on a couch for warmth, just watching the New York lights glow, hearing the bustling streets, and seeing the small snowflakes dwindle down. While you had only known Peter for a day, something about him felt so safe, so good that you were already feeling extremely comfortable around him. You felt happy and calm, something you hadn’t felt since the accident.

“You know, Parker. Just ask the question, I know you’ve been dying to know.” you said, lifting your head up from his shoulder to make eye contact with him.

He smiled at you, sheepishly, and cleared his throat.”Um, you don’t have to tell me what happened. I was guessing it happened recently…”

“It’s okay, I thought it was gonna take some getting used to before I told anyone, but something about you makes me a little too comfortable.” You took a deep breath and prepared your mind. “It all started Thursday after school…”

So you told him your origin story, the creation of your superpowers. You had gone down to the beach like any other day after school. You had surfed and surfed until the sky darkened. Only you had thought that it was from night was approaching, not that a storm was coming. You had continued to surf, not worried until the waves started to get a little more aggressive. When you had been knocked off your board by a rogue wave you had realized the situation you were in. Panic set in, especially when you started to hear thunder rumble, and lightning flash across the sky. Paddling back as fast as you could, you were thrown under another wave, but this time you weren’t able to break the surface, from wave after wave pushing you under again. Suddenly, your dark world brightened, and electricity shot through you sending you into unconsciousness. Your parents found you up on the sand, away from the water, but somehow, an inch deep of water was floating over your entire body, covering all your skin. You were glowing in a bluish hue, with your skin having  slight green tint. When they had reached to wake you, the water had attacked them, hitting them like a fire hose knocking them back. So they sat there, waiting, until the water subsided and you regained consciousness. They explained what happened to you, sending you into shock, looking down in shame at your hands, which had water droplets floating around them. Then an entire week of solitude. You didn’t let anyone near, in fear of hurting the with your uncontrollable powers. You managed to get some control, constantly training yourself the entire week, but still you couldn’t get past the fact you hurt your parents. Your parents somehow getting a hold of Tony Stark, hoping he could somehow help you. He showed up, and explained how this wasn’t something you should be afraid of, that it’s a gift, and if you choose come to New York and train with the Avengers and learn to control it. So that’s when you left you home in California, promising you would call your parents constantly with updates, and learn to conquer your new power.

Peter stared in awe at you, soaking in every detail you spoke. He hung onto every detail, nodded and humming in agreement like the good listener he is. Once you were finished, he grabbed your hands looking you in the eyes.

“Y/N, I’m glad you told me. I went through something similar with my bug bite. While it wasn’t almost drowning and being struck by lightning, it was painful and resulted in my powers. I didn’t really have anyone to help me until Mr. Stark came along, so I know how hard it was to be alone. Just know that now I’m here for you, okay?”

A smile crept to your face, and you whispered, “Okay” before putting you head back on his shoulder, redirecting your attention to the skyline once more. You shifted closer to him, seeking his warmth due to the chilly air around you.

You didn’t mind though for the first time that day The cold was giving you a reason to snuggle with Peter so you really couldn’t get mad.

When you found your comfortable spot again, pulling a blanket around the two of your guys’s legs, he wrapped his arm around you, kissing the top of you head.

Your smile widened, “I think I could get used to New York.”

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kpop question tag.

tagged by @eris0330​ - thank you girl! <3

a. Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked then write 11 new ones.

b. Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Tell the person who tagged you that you’ve answered their questions.

Is there a specific clothing your bias has worn, you would want to own?

yes!! literally any and all of the bomber jackets that jungkook has worn on stage for 21st century girls and prolly that one shirt he wore from the baepsae dance practice.... it all just seems so comfy ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Favourite inside joke?

the running gag that everyone in bts dislikes jin’s dad jokes bc it is completely false!!!! we all know they all secretly love it and honestly i openly love them myself~

What songs do you listen to when working/walking/Training (If you have a playlist on YT then post it)?

i don’t keep the playlist on youtube unfortunately! but lemme just name the ones that come to mind rn (it’s basic but these really do help me workout better): fire, baepsae, 21st century girls, rush, hero, bang bang bang, fire truck, fighter, and i dope. i think the one song that can really push me through going that extra mile is fire though.

How would you want to meet your bias? (maybe potential romance blossoms (; )

can i just talk about @jungnoir‘s headcanon as to how i’d meet jungkook??? it’s prolly gonna sound so lame and cheesy but idc bc i love it with all my heart and i think about it from time to time: we pretty much meet in a boba shop in norcal cuz he wants to check out more of cali, some rude ass douche basically gets mad at him and the poor bab is struggling because his english isn’t that good in a panic, and i step in to defend him. then he buys me boba, we talk even though he doesn’t reveal who he is in the end when he walks me to my dorm. it’s so cute and i love it ok.

Favourite hairstyle on kpop girl idols and boy idols?

i noticed that i really love short, dark hair on idols like bora; ashy blond on hani; long, dark hair on jennie and chungha; and, this really cool brunette with pink streaks on hyoyeon. then with the boys, i’m a strong advocate for their dark hair like lawddd my ult babies look soooo good with dark hair ;w; but wonho’s silver and blue hair is my weakness.

Favourite Solo artist?

jay park lol. i’ve kept up with him since 2010 ok. oh and lee-hi! (bless @yoongihime for introducing me tbh)

If you had to befriend ONE kpop idol, who would it be?

jennie. i think we’d get along really well!

Favourite Album AND Lightstick?

bts’s “the most beautiful moment in life: young forever” and monsta x’s lightstick.

Favourite kpop crack/vine/try not to laugh video?

the one vine where it’s playing “hold on we’re going home” and it has the camera panning to hobi from different angles. his ears were sticking out of his hat... i think about this vine a lot ok. (i miss vine dsjkdfhsjf)

A kpop dance you have/are learned, learning or wishing to learn?

well, for a hot minute (last summer), i was actually learning fire lol, which i still want to continue. but i also want to learn triple h’s 365 fresh, hyungwon’s choreo with wonho and shownu, and pentagon’s like you. currently learning as if it’s your last!

Favourite Kdrama/Variety show/Episode?

my favorite kdrama is weightlifting fairy kim bok joo and i would say that weekly idol is probably my favorite variety show though i’ve only seen episodes with my favorite groups. doni and coni are both really funny though!

NEW QUESTIONS:

Favorite song lyrics and why?

Tell me about your ult group.

What’s your dream day with your bias?

Who is/are group(s) you’d like to get into but haven’t yet?

How does your bias wrecker wreck you? Like what do they do to make you love them so much?

List all your favorite groups starting with your ultimate group(s).

Tell me about how you’d meet your ultimate bias(es) or what kind of story you’ve imagined with me! You can include a little scenario. (:

What’s your most favorite dance move that you’ve seen an idol do?

Who would you want as your dance teacher?

What’s your all-time favorite fanfic that you could re-read over and over again?

What kind of gift would you give your bias and why?

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Character Summary (Tony)

My PC is back in business but my Office license expired and money is a thing so I don’t have her last name because it’s on a word file, no judge.

Gender: Female (MtF transgender) Age: 26 Sexuality: Lesbian DOB: 04/04/1992 Race: Caucasian Ethnicity: French Canadian Nationality: British Build: Narrow/Petite Height: 5,6 Ft Hair: Short and choppy, long on top with an orange strip Skin: Peachy, looks healthier with some sun, small freckles.  Artefact: Corvonius, a spellbook possessed with a demon who, like most other demons in the Archives, offers Tony the ability to cast spells (and in this case, the use of her demonic voice) in exchange for human souls.  Powers: Spellcasting, healing, shields, intimidation, some ability to sense magic. Notable Features at Start: Scar on her forehead from falling over while rollerskating when she was six. A birthmark on her ribs shaped like a duck, about as big as your pinky nail. Notable Features Gained: Various bullet wounds- One on shoulder, through and through, one in the ribs, three on the right thigh in a tight line. Lots of piercings on the right ear, scars on her fists.  Personality: Do-er, proactive, aloof, and unrepentant. Bold and often careless, headstrong, tendency to remove herself from difficult situations rather than face them. Listens to conscience but begrudgingly if driven to do something she’s afraid of or uncomfortable with. Chaotic Neutral. Punk, but keeps the aggression to a facade mostly, prefers to rely on subterfuge.  Development: Tony starts off as a mute who uses sign language. Lots of silent commentary. Ignores people a lot. When she gets a voice by making a deal with the book demon Corvonius, she becomes much more erratic. Her personality starts railroading a lot of plans, causing a rise in tensions. That said, she’s still driven by giving a shit about her friends and wanting to keep them safe, and she becomes an extremely useful and dedicated member of the crew despite her volatility. At the midway point, her powers have a moment where they fail and she’s pretty shook. Later, at an anarcho-punk settlement (Bilgabar), she gains a following that helps to bolster her sense of security, and weirdly enough this helps to teach her about restraint and responsibility with her powers.  Emotional Complexes: Often feels detached from situations thanks to a lifetime of abstraction from regular people, and years of being able to leave a situation when it got tough. Her lack of restraint and selfishness are rooted in a lot of bottled up frustration and feelings of impotence, and fear of losing her voice and powers. Absolutely terrified of being powerless or ignored. 

Relationships-

Harker: At the beginning of the narrative, Tony mostly just feels sorry for Harker. She’s loud and clumsy and rude, but she’s in a hard situation and that’s likely to stunt anyone. That said, she’d be more sympathetic if Harker rose to the occasion. As the story progresses, they get closer, Tony takes on a kind of older sister role and tries to both embolden Harker and get her to be more decisive/quick, and also nurtures a concern for her safety. At the end, as Harker’s risen to the occasion and become a pretty formidable fighter, Tony becomes incredibly proud of her, and makes a consistent effort to remind Harker that she’s come a long way and no longer has to feel like a liability.  Cress: Best friends at the start of the story. Cress offered a job where Tony’s lack of voice wasn’t a glaring disadvantage, respected, supported and included her for years. As the narrative progresses, tensions rise between them as Tony behaves more erratically, contradicting Cress’ strong and pragmatic leadership, at the very least mitigated by Tony’s sense of loyalty and strong fighting skills. By the end of the narrative, Cress has come to respect that Tony’s her own person and a different one to who she spent those years working with. They’re no less close, but their relationship has changed, and Cress is learning to respect the new voice.    Abbo (best friend): Tony’s always liked Abbo. He’s a kindhearted man who tries to help everyone, although she’s not a fan of his doormat-ish nature at all, she wishes he had more strength of character. Her respect for him goes up across the narrative as he learns to take the initiative and stand up for himself, and acknowledge his emotions. By the end, he’s almost a different person. He’s decisive, bold, he looks wild and happy and Tony identifies a lot with that.  Scouts: The scouts are weird. They’re all like ten years old, but they’re running a military hierarchy? Fuck that noise. Mercy and Amira are cool, but the rest are a little too 1964 for Tony. Kremboid: This place is great. Bart pisses charm and it takes a lot to see past that, but he’s a genuinely good guy. The locals aren’t the most refined, and if you don’t have the means to defend yourself you probably don’t fancy spending your summer here, but for Tony it’s a comfortably rough place where she’s neither marginalised or feared.  Jort: Fuck this place sideways. It’s a complete fucking waste of agriculture and commerce, because it’s full of xenophobic crazies. Thanks for the witchhunt and the cinnamon roles.  Union: Cool, but Jesus is this place big. Hard to feel like Billy Big Bollocks when you’re getting lost every half an hour. Still Buddy is a cool as hell governess, Father Duck is a good friend, and when they got there, Harker finally seemed at ease.  Bilgabar: This place is just home. Tony’s people are here, the people who really trust and love her, people who aren’t scared of her and look to her like some kind of matriarchal den mother. But it’s not like she’s being taken advantage of, but she wants to take care of these people. And she learned how to be a leader, not just a loose cannon/wild card edgelord

Backstory- Tony was born to a middle class French Canadian family in April 1992. Her life really began in 2005 when she came to understand that she wasn’t a boy, and began to transition, leaving behind her deadname, but surprisingly few members of her family. Sadly, Tony had always been mute. She has no memory of being able to speak, although her hearing and understanding of words is totally fine, leaving her with this impression that she had a voice at some point, although nobody recalls or believes this. Tony’s family, in light of her inability to speak, wanted to keep her at home and support her financially, but this idea upset her deeply. She hated the idea of being dependent or treated as an invalid, so she broke out on her own. Now, she was mute. So despite living independently she was still financially dependent for about six months (age 20,) before being employed at a real-estate company. She communicated through sign language to get her job done, and was reasonably good at it, but she received a lot of criticism from her colleagues, mostly down to her lack of voice, coupled with transphobic office mates who deliberately excluded her from events. After two years at the company she was assigned a bigoted partner, Darren, and it became clear that everyone wanted her to either get fired or quit. Darren purposely iced her out during viewings and started losing sales, and within a year they were on the edge of being let go. On their last chance, Tony decided she’d had enough and walked out, leaving Darren to go get fired on his own. During her time at the real-estate business, her family had suffered some money troubles, so she didn’t feel comfortable telling them she’d quit. A month later, with £100 left to her name, an ambitious job application came back confirming an interview- Research assistant for Dr Cress Abassi. She spent the next three years as her friend and colleague. 

Relatives-  Mother: Clementine. A mothery mother, doting and involved to a fault. Not the cleverest, but more than makes up for it with determination and open-heartedness. Father: Louis. A silly, eccentric man who fucking loves his food and his music. Adores his kids but not the best decision maker, and some crap investments led to their money troubles.  Sister:  Claire. Not super close with Tony, doesn’t fully understand the reasoning behind her transition, but does her best to support her and, when she finds out Tony’s missing, starts trying to find out more about the trans experience/community, becoming obsessed with finding her sister. 

Faves- Sweet tooth- hates chocolate but loves gummies, hard candy, bubblegum. Really wants to like art house movies but doesn’t always get them. Actually more of a collective, music wise. Big fan of Edgar Wright. Likes all food except for nuts, because they’re a snack food not a fucking ingredient.

Hates- Nuts in meals. Chocolate, Turkish Delight, Superhero Movies, Chick Flicks, country music.

Fears- Being powerless. Being ridiculed. Going home after spending time in the Archives. Being alone. Losing her voice again. Not a fan of deep ocean. 

Hopes- To live in the Archives forever. To fight the Eldritch horror and win. To go back to Bilgabar to live. To keep everyone safe. 

Dreams- Of living a life without feeling like a burden, independent but with people she cares about and can rely on all around her. 

Attracted To- Women. She feels like butch women should be her thing, but to be frank, she absolutely adores women who are shy or silly, she thinks they’re cute as fuck.

Aesthetic- Punk. Lots of leather and metal, beaten up. If she was building a ship she’d make it out of scratched sheet metal with spikes and other non-aerodynamic things. Muddy face, bitten nails with chipped polish. 

Lovers- Vivette, met in Jort, one nighter, nothing really in common. Cali, met in the Union, a potential romance that she actually invests in but Cali balks when she sees her powers. Finally, Yana, met in Bilgabar. A love/hate relationship, combative, lots of emotional tension and unspoken feelings. 

Skills- Spellcasting, healing, sensing magic, sneaking, intimidation, manipulation, good in a crisis.

Job History- Real Estate, Research assistant. 

Pet Peeves- People who lie for convenience or because they don’t want to confront a problem. People who let their lack of backbone affect other people. Children. Co-dependent people. Needy/beggy people. People who refuse to help unless they get their own way. 

Self Image- Generally doesn’t think about it. When she does, she ends up conflicted between her lack of foresight/consideration and the fact that she’s almost always right about a situation. After Bilgabar, her self image improves. 

Insecurities- Being called out on her mistakes. Doesn’t like her flat chest, isn’t a fan of her nose, worries that women and friends find her unapproachable. 

Addictions- Likes a good smoke now and again, drinks heavily if she’s having a rough day but stays on top of it. 

Scent- Leather, light perfume

Gait- Light-footed, waify, if she doesn’t want she can go unnoticed, but is also capable of establishing a presence.

Voice- TALKS IN BLOCK CAPITALS IN BOLD. LOTS OF CURSING. LOTS OF CONTRACTIONS. 

To Get What She Wants- She’s more than willing to kill people she knows deserve it, to steal or destroy, or to generally threaten people. 

Draws the Line At- Harming innocents or victims. These people have her complete protection, and she takes a hard stance against prejudice or sex-based violence, or anything that would harm an innocent. 

She didn’t realise that she would- Kill so freely. Even with a code of ethics, she kills scores of people in battle and feels no remorse. 

She didn’t realise that she couldn’t- talk to women. Considering she possesses the voice and powers of a fucking demon, her confidence and flirting ability around women is piss poor/ 

Lowest Point- After the Eldritch horror establishes control over a certain amount of the Archives, Tony loses her powers- even when they come back, they’re on the fritz. After getting to the union and getting pretty viciously dumped by Cali, she hits a low point and starts lashing out. 

Highest Peak- When she and her following at Bilgabar are able to fight off an attack from EH and some low-level demons. 

Nemesis- Caulk. A naysayer at Bilgabar who tries to undermine her and question her ability to lead. But it’s through Caulk that she learns she can’t just murder people who pose and issue. 

Trustee- Vince. Orange dude she meets in Jort, a nervous little guy who becomes a close friend, and joins her at Bilgabar. After the events of the novel, he becomes a penpal. 

Allergies- Transphobes and dickheads

Most Ashamed Of- Her behaviour at the start of the novel, when she first gets her powers. She’s extremely reckless and puts everyone in danger. She also hates how things went in the Union with Cali, she feels like shit. 

Most Proud Of- Her following. Harker, Abbo and Cress. How she’s grown, how she quit the RE company. 

Secrets- Women are hard to talk to. She really doesn’t want to lose her voice. She’s not entirely sure about whether Corvonius is trustworthy. Some of the spells in her book that she’s said have run out, haven’t. 

Deeper Secrets (never tell)- She still nurtures some unrequited love for Cali. She still has nightmares about her old life back home. She’s terrified that her parents and family will spend the rest of their lives looking for her. She’s also terrified that they won’t. 

Tells Everyone- She’s trans, she’s a lesbian, fuck the establishment, fuck liars and cowards, fuck politicians.

Politics- Anarchist, but good at diplomacy. 

Tactics- All out offensive, with time to plan she can effectively identify and attack weak points while conserving numbers, great under time pressure and is capable of throwing dozens of spells out if they’re down to the wire. 

Hogwarts House- Slytherin. 

VTMB Clan/Sect- Bruja/Tremere, Anarch

Inspiration- Amanda (DGHDA), Aubrey (TAZ), Persephone (WICDIV), P!nk

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50 Sister Quotes they Need to Hear and will not Forget

Looking for inspirational sister quotes that will make them feel grateful?These quotes about sisters will remind you why all sisters need love and affection.

Having a good sister is one of the most precious gifts in life. There are many reasons why it’s awesome to have a sister.

A sister makes you a better person in many ways. According to science, having a sister can boost your mental health and self-esteem. When you have a good sister, you’ll not feel “lonely, unloved, guilty. self-conscious and fearful.”

When a sister shows you love and affection, it can help you become a more compassionate person who enjoys giving and showing kindness to others. Besides, a sister will improve your communication skills and help you relate better with others.

Sisters play a vital role in the family and they all deserve our undying love. They have to be there for us through all the bad and the good times and they often know us better than anyone else. Also, no one will be more honest with you than your sister. When you’re wrong or do something stupid, they’ll be the first ones to tell you as it is.

Overall, a sister is someone who will push you to make the most out f your Everyday Power to become the best you can be in life. To celebrate all sisters in the world, here are some beautiful sister quotes to inspire them to grow up to be powerful women in the world.

Sister Quotes they Need to Hear and will not Forget

1.) “When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?” – Pam Brown

2.) “The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.” – Cali Rae Turner

3.) “A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.” – Isadora James

4.) “A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” — Marion Garretty

5.) “Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.” – Carol Saline

6.) “You can kid the world, but not your sister.”― Charlotte Gray

7.) “Sisters are best friends, they are advisors, they are teachers, and best of all they are people with whom you can talk with about anything – someone you have a special bond with!” – Catherine Pulsifer

8.) “My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.” – Linda Sunshine

9.) “My sister ‘was the light of my life'” – Solomon Thomas

10.) “She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling even in the dark.” – Barbara Alpert

Sister Quotes and how valuable they are

11.) “There’s nobody in the world that knows me better than my sister.” – Tia Mowry

12.) “When traveling life’s journey it’s good to have a sister’s hand to hold on to.”  – Anonymous

13.) “A sister is both your mirror – and your opposite.” – Elizabeth Fishel

14.) “My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her.” – Lisa See

15.) “My sister is a big part of my actual style. Our style is not similar whatsoever, but she helped me find myself and find what I really liked.” – Sofia Richie

16.) “Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister.” – Alice Walker

17.) “Sisters are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring – quite often the hard way.” – Pamela Dugdale

18.) “We acquire friends and we make enemies, but our sisters come with the territory.” – Evelyn Loeb

19.) “How do people make it through life without a sister?”– Sara Corpening

20.) “As I grew up, one of my strongest allies has been my sister.” – Patti Smith

Sister Quotes about love

21.) “A sister’s love is forever, and on your birthday I wish you nothing but the best.” – Danielle Duckery

22.) “We’re sisters. You’re my family what is you is me. There’s nothing that you could ever say to make me let go. I love you.” – Unknown

23.) “Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that’s never lost is your sister.”  – Gail Sheeny

24.) “My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.”– Shannon Celebi

25.) “A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.” – Author Unknown

26.) “Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.”– Ugo Betti

27.) “Without her and her sickness, I would not be here. And without me being a perfect match for my sister, she would not be here as well.” – Marissa Ayala

28.) “Our roots say we’re sisters, our hearts say we’re friends.”– Unknown

29.) “She’s always there for me when I need her. She’s my best friend. She’s just my everything.” – Ashley Olsen

30.) “To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confident, it is to have a soulmate for life.” — Victoria Secunda

Sister Quotes to celebrate them

31.) “Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they’ll still be there.” — Amy Li

32.) “A sister is like yourself in a different movie, a movie that stars you in a different life.” – Deborah Tannen

33.) “An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counselor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.” – Pam Brown

34.) “A sister smiles when one tells stories—for she knows where the decoration has been added.” – Chris Montaigne

35.) “Look inside any sister relationship and you’ll find a wealth of interesting stories.” – Colleen Sell

36.) “That’s the best thing about little sisters: They spend so much time wishing they were elder sisters that in the end they’re far wiser than the elder ones could ever be.” – Gemma Gurgess

37.) “When our hair is white, we’ll still have our sister love.” – Lisa See

38.) “What are sisters for if not to point out the things the rest of the world is too polite to mention.” – Claire Cook

39.) “I always like to win. But I’m the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don’t have anything. It’s hard. I love her too much. That’s what counts.” – Venus Williams

40.) “Sisters will always love you tomorrow no matter what you do today.” – Marinela Reka

Other inspirational sister quotes

41.) “My sister and I truly are best friends.” – Solange Knowles

42.) “Friends change, lovers leave, sisters are eternal.” –Unknown

43.) “Sister is our first friend and second mother.” – Sunny Gupta

44.) “A sister is a dearest friend, a closest enemy, and an angel at the time of need.”― Debasish Mridha

45.) “I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.” ~Emily Dickinson

46.) “A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends.” — Unknown

47.) “Come on Grace, I’m not going to tell on you. I’m your sister.’ And that’s all she has to say.”― Robin Epstein

48.) “Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.” – Louisa May Alcott

49.) “She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories.” – Lisa See

50.) “A Sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.” – Toni Morrison

Which of these quotes about sisters was your favorite?

One of the most important things you can have in life is having a loyal, loving, honest, compassionate and trustworthy sister who listens well.

Hopefully, these quotes about sisters have reminded you why all sisters need love and how they play an important role in the family.

Did you enjoy these sister quotes? Which of the quotes was your favorite? We would love to hear all about it in the comment section below.

The post 50 Sister Quotes they Need to Hear and will not Forget appeared first on Everyday Power.

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Cali Reads HBP- Chapter 24- Sectumsempra

- Wizards can control the weather and I am impressed. - It’s such a relief that Ron and Lavender are done, dear god. - Harry I’m not sure what your insides are doing but I doubt it has much to do with Ginny and you should probably get it checked out. - Seriously, why did she describe Harry’s crush on Ginny so bizarrely? - I’m stunned Katie’s parents even let her come back to school after something like that happened to her. - You’d think Slughorn would be a LITTLE more careful with the giant vat of potion the Death Eaters are known to be using. - Harry do not test that spell marked “for emenies” what the shit is wrong with you.  Especially when the incantation means “CUT FOREVER.” - Also stop making eyes at Ginny when there’s heavy iron balls flying around you dumbass - “she was too popular for her own good” which is absolutely none of your business, especially Ron’s. - Why don’t the teachers do anything about all the animosity in the halls over a Quidditch match? - I actually really like seeing Draco cry in the bathroom, as awful as it sounds.  From a literary perspective, it’s the start of him being a much more rounded character than just the little shithead who picks on Harry all the time.  And I really don’t think Narcissa telling Voldemort Harry’s dead would have the same impact without this first glimpse of Draco being not an asshole. - Harry you goddamn idiot why would you use a spell that you have NO IDEA WHAT IT DOES.  ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING YOU DO HAVE A CLUE.  LIKE THE FACT THAT THEY ARE ACTUAL LATIN WORDS.  MEANING “CUT FOREVER.” - Also the fact that teenage Severus even invented a spell like this is horrifying.  I don’t want to hear what a helpless victim he is when he created a spell that looks like the victim is “slashed with an invisible sword.”  This thing is meant to kill.  Horribly. - It’s a damn good thing somebody was passing by to hear Myrtle screaming.  Christ on a bike, Harry, what were you thinking? - “what had the Prince been thinking to copy such a spell into his book?”  The Prince was an asshole Harry why do you not get this. - This description of the Room of Requirement has so many Chekov’s Guns that I’m all shivery.  The Vanishing Cabinet, the tarnished tiara… I’m dying. - “That’s my nickname” oh my god Harry you dumbass - McGonagall is absolutely right to chew Harry the fuck out.  Using that spell was one of the stupidest things he’s ever done. - Harry please stop defending the Prince and being generally stupid about this whole situation.  That was horrible of him and you know it. - Thanks for the assist Ginny. - As much as I hate Snape I kind of like this particular detention, just because copying down the crimes and punishments of old Hogwarts students gives us another glimpse of the trouble the Marauders got into.  And I am always about that life. - Yaaaaay Gryffindor! - I’m actually okay with the H/G kiss- I don’t hate the ship, I just think it could have been developed more.

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50 Quotes About Sisters they Need to Hear and will not Forget

Looking for inspirational quotes about sisters?

Having a good sister is one of the most precious gifts in life. There are many reasons why it’s awesome to have a sister.

A sister makes you a better person in many ways. According to science, having a sister can boost your mental health and self-esteem. When you have a good sister, you’ll not feel “lonely, unloved, guilty. self-conscious and fearful.”

When a sister shows you love and affection, it can help you become a more compassionate person who enjoys giving and showing kindness to others. Besides, a sister will improve your communication skills and help you relate better with others.

Sisters play a vital role in the family and they all deserve our undying love. They have to be there for us through all the bad and the good times and they often know us better than anyone else. Also, no one will be more honest with you than your sister. When you’re wrong or do something stupid, they’ll be the first ones to tell you as it is.

Overall, a sister is someone who will push you to make the most of your Everyday Power to become the best you can be in life. To celebrate all sisters in the world, here are some beautiful quotes about sisters to inspire them to grow up to be powerful women in the world.

  Quotes About Sisters they Need to Hear and will not Forget

  1.) “When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?” – Pam Brown

  2.) “The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.” – Cali Rae Turner

  3.) “A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.” – Isadora James

  4.) “A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” — Marion Garretty

    5.) “Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.” – Carol Saline

  6.) “You can kid the world, but not your sister.”― Charlotte Gray

  7.) “Sisters are best friends, they are advisors, they are teachers, and best of all they are people with whom you can talk with about anything – someone you have a special bond with!” – Catherine Pulsifer

  8.) “My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.” – Linda Sunshine

  9.) “My sister ‘was the light of my life'” – Solomon Thomas

  10.) “She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling even in the dark.” – Barbara Alpert

  Quotes about sisters and how valuable they are

  11.) “There’s nobody in the world that knows me better than my sister.” – Tia Mowry

  12.) “When traveling life’s journey it’s good to have a sister’s hand to hold on to.”  – Anonymous

  13.) “A sister is both your mirror – and your opposite.” – Elizabeth Fishel

    14.) “My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her.” – Lisa See

  15.) “My sister is a big part of my actual style. Our style is not similar whatsoever, but she helped me find myself and find what I really liked.” – Sofia Richie

16.) “Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister.” – Alice Walker

  17.) “Sisters are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring – quite often the hard way.” – Pamela Dugdale

  18.) “We acquire friends and we make enemies, but our sisters come with the territory.” – Evelyn Loeb

  19.) “How do people make it through life without a sister?”– Sara Corpening

  20.) “As I grew up, one of my strongest allies has been my sister.” – Patti Smith

  Inspirational quotes about sisters love

  21.) “A sister’s love is forever, and on your birthday I wish you nothing but the best.” – Danielle Duckery

  22.) “We’re sisters. You’re my family what is you is me. There’s nothing that you could ever say to make me let go. I love you.” – Unknown

  23.) “Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that’s never lost is your sister.”  – Gail Sheeny

  24.) “My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.”– Shannon Celebi

  25.) “A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.” – Author Unknown

    26.) “Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.”– Ugo Betti

  27.) “Without her and her sickness, I would not be here. And without me being a perfect match for my sister, she would not be here as well.” – Marissa Ayala

  28.) “Our roots say we’re sisters, our hearts say we’re friends.”– Unknown

  29.) “She’s always there for me when I need her. She’s my best friend. She’s just my everything.” – Ashley Olsen

  30.) “To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confident, it is to have a soulmate for life.” — Victoria Secunda

  Quotes about sisters to celebrate them

  31.) “Having a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they’ll still be there.” — Amy Li

  32.) “A sister is like yourself in a different movie, a movie that stars you in a different life.” – Deborah Tannen

  33.) “An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counselor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.” – Pam Brown

  34.) “A sister smiles when one tells stories—for she knows where the decoration has been added.” – Chris Montaigne

  35.) “Look inside any sister relationship and you’ll find a wealth of interesting stories.” – Colleen Sell

    36.) “That’s the best thing about little sisters: They spend so much time wishing they were elder sisters that in the end they’re far wiser than the elder ones could ever be.” – Gemma Gurgess

  37.) “When our hair is white, we’ll still have our sister love.” – Lisa See

  38.) “What are sisters for if not to point out the things the rest of the world is too polite to mention.” – Claire Cook

  39.) “I always like to win. But I’m the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don’t have anything. It’s hard. I love her too much. That’s what counts.” – Venus Williams

  40.) “Sisters will always love you tomorrow no matter what you do today.” – Marinela Reka

  Other inspirational quotes about sisters

  41.) “My sister and I truly are best friends.” – Solange Knowles

  42.) “Friends change, lovers leave, sisters are eternal.” –Unknown

  43.) “Sister is our first friend and second mother.” – Sunny Gupta

    44.) “A sister is a dearest friend, a closest enemy, and an angel at the time of need.”― Debasish Mridha

  45.) “I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.” ~Emily Dickinson

  46.) “A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends.” — Unknown

  47.) “Come on Grace, I’m not going to tell on you. I’m your sister.’ And that’s all she has to say.”― Robin Epstein

  48.) “Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.” – Louisa May Alcott

  49.) “She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories.” – Lisa See

  50.) “A Sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.” – Toni Morrison

  Which of these quotes about sisters was your favorite?

  One of the most important things you can have in life is having a loyal, loving, honest, compassionate and trustworthy sister who listens well.

Hopefully, these quotes have reminded you why all sisters need love and how they play an important role in the family.

Did you enjoy these quotes about sisters? Which of the quotes was your favorite? We would love to hear all about it in the comment section below.

The post 50 Quotes About Sisters they Need to Hear and will not Forget appeared first on Everyday Power Blog.