#( the girl in the mirror || cj talks. )

[oleander-nin]

Heyy.!

I'd like to request a little sister turtle reader.! If you have seen @buggy-cj, I have requested a little sister reader from her.! And she did an awesome job, and I've just read and seen most of your posts. And WOW.! People know how to create masterpieces, really-

Little sister is 12, and has a dark green mask. And unlike her brothers, she doesn't have any markings on her body. She's just a regular pond turtle. So she feels really insecure from being different from her family. Since she's the only girl, and she isn't very special in her opinion.

Thank you for reading this.!!

A/N, not important: Sorry this took so long, I struggled pretty badly with it :/. ASLO, I'm going to be gone for the next week, and will be unable to look at tumblr from Sunday, May 28th, to Thursday, June 1st. You can still talk to me all you want, but please be patient when waiting for my response. This is my last request I needed to get done with before I could start working on the 100/200 follower special. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: crying, reader being kind of cold to their siblings, feelings of self-doubt and inferiority, my writing

Words: 1623

Summary: Your confidence was shot, and the self-loathing was seeping in. Sometimes, all you need is a hug from your father to get it all to spill out.

Curled up against the corner of the subway cart where my bed sat, I read my book, headphones on but no music playing. My eyes run over the same lines over and over, my brain not processing the words. I groan, flitting back a page so I could understand what was going on, trying to ignore the turbulence of my emotions, just as I was ignoring my brothers. I wipe my eyes again as another tear escapes my hold, holding my breath until the uncertainty and sorrow slips back down my throat. I take a deep breath, glancing at the mirror Mikey helped hang on my wall, making sure there wasn’t any sign of my tears.

A knock at the metal walls of my room startles me, my book slamming shut in my hands. I flip through the pages with gritted teeth, trying desperately to find my page. I glance up at Leo as he enters, his hands on his hips as he smiles down at me. “Ah, sorry. Did I scare you?” Leo’s voice floods my ears, his presence bringing up the feelings of inferiority I was trying to shove down.

I grumble a bit, marking my page before setting my book down, glaring at my older brother in annoyance. Leo just grins at me, his teeth showing as he laughs slightly. Leo starts to pull me by my arm, trying to drag me off my bed. “C’mon, Mikey made dinner. He wants everyone at the dinner table, pronto!”

I groan but slide off the bed, grabbing my green mask and tying it on before letting Leo drag me towards the kitchen. We both hurry to the kitchen, sliding into the chairs right as Mikey sets a big pot of stew on the table. I silently thank him, nodding my head as we all start to serve ourselves, Raph and Donnie having already been seated. I eat my food, mindlessly listening to the conversation flowing around me, only giving input when specifically prompted. I tried to ignore the way Raph stared, the concern in his eyes growing. I pretended to not notice the side glances Donnie and Leo gave me at my non-committal answers. I avoided Mikey’s worried eyes.

I silently chew at the chunks in my stew, staring intently at the grain of the table, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Raph clears his throat, trying to get my attention. I ignore him. 

“(Y/n),” Raph starts, his voice low, care and sympathy mixed with agitation. All other conversation goes silent, everyone staring at Raph and I. I glance up at Raph, but don’t respond. He sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Are you okay? I can’t help but notice you’ve been… Distant, lately. Raph’s worried. We’re all worried.”

I pick my head up, bringing my spoon to my mouth and loudly slurping the contents of the stew. Raph’s eye twitches as his chasm deepens.

“He’s not kidding, (Y/n). We’ve all noticed your… Lack of energy. We just want to know what’s going on.” Mikey chimes in, stirring his bowl of stew absent-mindedly. Leo and Donnie nod, agreeing with what Mikey said.

Leo shifts in his seat, leaning in close to me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. He tugs me closer, a sad smile on my face as he noogies the top of my head. I huff, pushing him off and fixing my mask after he knocked it crooked. Leo smiles softly, patting my head before I could pull back. “You know you can talk to us, right? We’re your older brothers, not your enemies. We can tell something’s wrong.”

They all look at me expectantly, as if they thought their words would magically get me to spill everything out. I take another bite of my food, chewing obnoxiously long. Raph’s eyebrow muscles furrow, his mouth opening as if he was about to say something, but I cut him off. “I though this was dinner, not an interrogation.”

Raph glares at me as I continue to eat my dinner, picking my bowl up and drinking the rest down. I felt bad, guilt starting to swirl in with the rest of the misery and feelings of inadequacy. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand when I finish my stew, standing up and punishing the chair back with the back of my legs. “I’m going back to my room. Have fun.”

“We’re going on a patrol, actually.” Donnie corrects, scrolling through his phone. I look at him, frowning.

“Not going. Have fun.” I say, dropping my bowl off in the sink and starting to wash it out. Leo stands up as Raph sputters, Leo patting Raph on the shoulder and whispering something to him before joining me at the sink with his own bowl. He nudges me to the side, taking over the sink and washes the bowls out before silently handing them to me to dry.

“Why don’t you want to go?”

I look at Leo, drying the bowls with the towel before setting them on the counter. I shrug, not sure what to say. Leo hands me the next bowl, turning around and leaning against the counter. 

“You know you can trust us with anything, right? We’re not going to get mad if you’re upset, or if  something’s wrong. We just want to help you.” We both ignored the hushed arguing coming from the table.

I look away from Leo, putting the bowls back away. Leo lets out a breath, patting me on the back. “You don’t have to go. I’ll talk to the others.” He says quietly, letting me escape to my room. I smile gratefully at Leo before slipping out of the kitchen, the others too busy arguing to notice my escape.

As Leo promised, I was able to stay in my room, the sound of the four older turtles leaving the lair reverberates across the concrete walls. I curl up against the corner of the wall where my bed sat once more, trying to get through my book despite the thoughts racing through my head. I shift on my bed, frustrated. I through my book across my room, curling my knees to my chest as I bury my face into them, sniffling slightly. Everything I had said at dinner, being that crass towards my brothers who only wanted to help, to know what was wrong. It all just added to the mountain of emotion building upon my shoulders.

I rip my mask off, throwing it to the floor as well, tears leaking from my eyes faster then I could wipe them away. I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder, a small pressure from weight. I wipe my eyes, looking up to see the face of my father, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“What is wrong, Green?” He asks softly, moving to sit on my bed. I skooch over, still siting with my knees to my chest and my arms crossed over them. I look at my dad before looking back at my covers, wiping my eyes on the rough, scaly skin of my shoulder. “Why aren’t you with your brothers? Blue told me something was wrong.”

My bottom lip quivers slightly and I look away, not meeting my fathers gaze out of embarrassment. It takes all but one glance at Splinter’s worrisome expression before I start spilling my heart out. All the feelings doubt, self-loathing, and every insecurity I felt came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop, my father sitting next to me as he silently listened.

Splinter nods, his arms reaching out for me, hesitating for a moment before pulling me into a hug. He rubs my shell as I cry, whispering soft words of encouragement to me. 

We sit there for what feels like hours, Splinter only holding me tightly in comfort. It was clear he was not sure what to do, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for how hard he was trying. Once the tears end and devolve into nothing more than small hiccups, my father speaks. “Thank you for telling me this. I- Your brothers are worried, and if you’re okay with it, I think they should know as well. You are not a burden to them, (Y/n). I promise you that.”

I let out a wet scoff, my throat still swollen with tears. “Everyone else is special though. Their powers work, and- and I don’t even have markings! I’m not special, or as strong, or as fast. I can’t do everything they can.”

“Raph doesn’t have marking either.” Splinter says softly. “And Leo struggled with his teleportation for years. You’ll get better with time, you just have to work on it. I’m sure your brothers would be delighted to help. Raph especially, if you want to train.”

I nod, frowning slightly. Splinter stays quiet, not sure how else to help. He continues to rub my back, being a silent rock to hold me steady in my storm. My head perks up and Splinter’s ear twitches when we hear a intelligible shouting and laughter coming near the entrance of the lair, signaling the return of the other turtles. Splinter looks at me, silently asking my permission to talk with them. I nod again, too choked with tears I was determined to hold back to talk.

Splinter picks my mask back off the floor, wiping the wet trails from my face before carefully tying it over my eyes. He holds my chin, rubbing my cheek softly as he tries to soothe me. I lean into his palm, appreciating how hard my father was trying. “Let’s go talk to your brothers.”

[kanzakurawrites]

Random Thoughts I Had While Rewatching Wicked World S1:

(yes I am fully aware its a kids show with limited time but I will still yell about things XD)

They REALLY had to make Mall's eyes gray? brown? seems to change but still, her eyes are GREEN

"At my birthday parties" You had ONE birthday party Evie. One.

And evil minion bakers? Really?

Wait, so Miss "Give Your Spellbook to the Museum" D2 Evie is here, sixish months before or whatever the timeline in, begging Mal to use magic to help her?

Why is Evie so shallow in this?

WHY IS SHE SO DITZY? Stop, Evie would know not to eat chemicals DX (Actually, I bet most Isle kids would know that)

WHAT IS BEN'S OUTFIT! None of that goes together. Bring his suit back. Or goodness gracious, why not a simple button down and slacks? Blue and black. What is this?

pffft, Ak's making up words

so Audrey also has a single dorm.

It took Jane FOURTEEN YEARS to realize she has magic? No, I refuse.

at least Audrey and Ben are still friends

Seriously, there is no timeline in this world

Sustainable urban planning. You know, for someone who wanted nothing to do with the Isle in D2, Evie sure is invested in making it a better place

"Thanks to my dad" *gasp* Is Ben throwing shade at his father

I'm sorry, I can not get behind Aurora's daughter afraid of some mud

The fact that Mal loves it is hilarious

I wonder when Evie finally donated her mirror

I know that a lot of people headcanon Freddie and Uma being sisters since China voiced Freddie, but tbh I think it would be interesting if they're cousins.

(Yes i like the hc, I just have Uma's dad as someone else and then came up with the cousins thing XD)

"retract your claws" "But I just had them sharpened!"

Seriously, yo mama battles?

So how old IS CJ? I'm guessing 13 or 14, but they almost imply she's around Mal's age... but unless she and Harry have different mom's that doesn't work.

Jordan, WHY are you doing a southern belle accent?

I want to see Beast's funny birthday dance

a two hour exam on SMILING?

so it definitely seems canon that the VKs were dragged online, and always end up on there even if they had no clue their pictures were being taken. Could factor into Mal's D2 transformation and breakdown

are we SURE this is the same Lonnie in the movies?

The fact that the Auradon Girls are singing "Good is the New Bad"

so whatever happened with this whole cheerleading thing for Evie and Mal

That doesn't sound like Jay either!

"You lied to keep him from bugging you" I like this Ben

But Evie WASN'T AROUND WHEN YOU WERE KIDS

HOW does Carlos speak dog? This makes no sense

the fact that Audrey is hanging out in Evie and Mal's room

I am getting fed up with all the made up words

I wonder how many people just randomly brush Ruby's hair

"I want to go from the one who lost the crown to the one who won!" Highly doubt that was intended to be D3 foreshadowing, but it makes good foreshadowing

The fact that they are fighting over the color of purple Mal wears

And here's Jane, accusing Mal of stealing

The fact that everyone keeps accusing Mal of things. Seriously, no wonder the poor girl thought she had to change her appearance and herself to the point of breaking down

but why didn't she TALK TO BEN

Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if Jay still struggles with stealing sometimes. Same for even Aladdin and Eugene.

Mal being so supportive of Jane is adorable

The fact that Jane is still suspicious of the VK's

They're accusing her of KIDNAPPING her own BOYFRIEND

and WHERE IS THE SECURITY?! THE HIGH KING IS THERE! AND OTHER ROYAL CHILDREN

#thisisnotmyLonnie

CJ liking Mal is interesting considering how Harry feels about her.

[sunnyie-eve]

15 | Royal Wedding

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Do I have to wear this?" Harry complains to Bella as she helps him try on his suite for the Royal Wedding.

"Yes, you do. Not only because it's a wedding but it's your girlfriend's brother's wedding. Oh, and it's the King and Queen's wedding." She adds before giving him a kiss.

"Things I do for ya, Princess."

"Because you love me." She laughs at him. "Look at you. I say, I caught a big handsome one." She makes him face the mirror.

"You? I found the Heart of the Ocean. I say I win, Princess." He pulls her closer to him.

"Bella! Aren't you supposed to be helping Evie with the bouquet?" Audrey busts through the door.

"Oh, right. Umm, go spend time with Ben for me. Love you." Bella rushes out to go help Evie and sees how big it was. "Oh, my." She rushes over to help her. "Does it have to be this big?" She groans.

At the same time, Harry goes to find Ben, "Izzy told me to spend time with ya." He tells him once he finds Ben.

"Oh, she did?" Ben laughs.

"She did. Listen mate, you still seem to have a wee problem with me." Harry walks closer to him, "Why?"

"For starters you wanted to hook me and got upset when you didn't get to." Ben tells him.

"Oh, come on, King Benny. Your sister doesn't care." Harry rolls his eyes.

"You want the truth?"

"Duh." Harry gives him a look.

"I want what's best for my sister." Ben tells him the truth.

"I'm wearing a suit to your wedding to make her happy. If I had it my way, I wouldn't be." Harry laughs, "It's odd you have a problem with me but your parents love me with your sister. They know I make her happy."

"Just looking out for her."

"You know who you sound like right now? My younger sister, who did the same thing with Bella and I. Guess what... She realized the next day Bella actually cares for me." Harry tells him.

"I'm just more worried about her. The way she acts now and more vocal about not wanting to do things. And you encore her to do so. She has responsibilities, Harry." Ben huffs.

"What? She does those responsibilities. I give her pep talks for them. What I encore her to do is stand her ground and not get walked over." Harry says so Ben shuts up, "And who cares if she didn't want to do her royal responsibilities anymore? You're the King and when you and Mal have kids they will be in charge next. She's free to do whatever she wants technically."

"It doesn't work like that and I don't expect you to know that." Ben tells him.

"It can, look at me and other VKs... We're here now."

When Evie and Bella get to Mal with Dizzy the bouquet falls on with two. "Can you help us up please?" Evie asks the girls.

"Think the bouquet is big enough?" Mal asks.

"You'll need everyone to help you carry that or put a spell on it to move on its own." Bella gets off the floor.

"Fun fact. That bouquet is made up of every single flower grown in Auradon."

"Wouldn't be nice if people saw the dress too? Some people worked very hard on it. And I mean me. I'm some people." Evie walks up to Audrey.

"And the hair. Don't forget the hair." Dizzy jumps in.

"And some people have other things to worry about, like thousands of invites, food, flowers, seating charts, entertainment." Audrey starts to call about things that need to be done.

"Excuse me, Harry is calling me." Bella leave the room to answer her phone.

"Your brother hates me by the way and doesn't want me to be with you. So umm I left to finish getting ready." Harry lets her know.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, he's acting like CJ was with you." He laughs.

"I'll talk to him. Oh, speak of the devil I see him. Love you, bye." She ends the call, "What the hell, Ben?" She crosses her arms.

"Harry called you?"

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" She asks annoyed, "I really don't want t lo go through something I've already gone through with his sister with you now. So you can marry Mal but I can't date Harry?"

"Listen..."

She cuts him off, "No." She leaves going to see Harry and when she does he finds him chatting with her dad and mom.

"Hello, sweetheart." Belle smiles.

"I why aren't you two waiting for the wedding or with Ben?"

"Hades caused a little accident so... and Harry wanted to ask a question." Adam adds.

"Oh, did he add Ben doesn't want us together?" She walks over to Harry's side.

"He did which we told him to ignore since we adore him. He makes our baby happy." Belle smiles giving Adam a look.

"Yes, your mother is completely right."

"Okay, so what did you ask my parents?" Bella laughs looking up at Harry, "If they could put Ben in a time out?" She laughs more but Harry gets down on one knee.

"No, I ask for their blessing. Bella, the moment you stole from me, you stole my heart without knowing as well. Everyday I prayed for you to sneak over just so I could see you. I wanted that more than the barrier to come down. Back when Mal and Ben wanted to keep the barrier closed forever, I felt my heart break. I thought I would never get to see you again. I'm the luckiest pirate by finding the greatest treasure ever, you. Will you marry me?"

Bella was completely shocked never seeing this come anytime soon, "Yes!" She jumps up and down as he puts the ring on her finger then kisses her as her parents cheer. "Thank you two for giving him permission." She hugs her parents now.

"Of course, dear." Belle kisses her cheek.

"Anything to make you happy. And he obviously does and loves you." Adam hugs her tightly, "Do ignore your brother. He'll have to get over it since Harry will be his brother in law soon." He laughs.

"There's still plenty of time till the wedding so why do t you go share the news with your family, Harry." Belle tells him.

Harry holds his hand out to Bella so she takes it and they rush off to go to the Isle. When they get to his place Harriet was surprised to see them.

"Don't you have a wedding to attend to?"

"There's a little delay with things going on." Bella tells her.

"Dad, CJ, can you come here please." Harry calls out so they come into the room.

"What? I was watching this really good show and I can't pause it." CJ huffs crossing her arms.

"I just wanted to share that we are engaged." Harry says as Bella holds up her hand to show off the ring.

"Where the hell did you steal that from?" CJ rushes over taking Bella's hand to look at the ring.

"I didn't steal it, CJ. I had helping getting it. Oh, yeah, Evie said you would like this one the best." Harry lets Bella know.

"Evie helped you?!" She shouts taken back then looks at the ring, "She really does know me." She giggles.

"I'm so happy for you two." Hook walks over giving Bella a hug then his son.

"I thought he would take longer to propose." Harriet hugs the two as well.

"I wasn't planning on doing it today but Ben pissed me off so I did it early. I wanted to make sure he knows I love you and I'm good enough for you." Harry takes Bella's hands into his.

"And you are." Bella leans up to kiss him.

[thebreakfastgenie]

⭐

I am going to take this opportunity (highly appreciated!) to talk about one of my personal favorite things I've written, Campfire.

I started writing this fic in the woods. I was literally in the woods (in Maine of course) and I had left my phone in the car because there was no reception anyway. And this fic just started coming to me in waves. Entire sentences. I was terrified I would forget it before I could write it down. When we went to the car for lunch, I grabbed my phone and quickly put some stuff in the notes app so I wouldn't forget.

And then we got home and my mom wanted to watch that Amazon Prime Cinderella movie and I just wanted to write. Aaaaaaa. So this is all leading into one of the things I'm not totally happy with, and probably why I think technically it's not quite on par with The Emergency Room, which is that I was so eager to get it posted the second half could have been better. It's not bad, but I'm not sure it's up to the first half.

The other thing I'm not entirely happy with is the title. It's fine, but I just went with it because I couldn't think of anything else, which is usually the case with my one-word titles.

The response to this fic was really gratifying, because I wasn't sure to what extent fans of a politics show would put up with what I affectionately thought of as summer camp bullshit. I'd had the image of Josh as a kid talking about his dead sister after being encouraged by a counselor, and everyone reacting uncomfortably, in mind for a long time.

My original vision for the summer camp section, when started writing it in the woods, was much darker. Josh remained a social outcast for the entire summer, and the focus was really on Irving. Irving was originally going to ruffle his hair during the breakfast scene, but I was worried that was too creepy, so I changed it to just a nod. I'm not sure that was the right call.

Before I left the woods, Issac, Barry, and Becca had demanded their existence, and Josh had friends. I looked up several alternative names for Becca, but ended up going back to my first choice. Two boys and a girl felt natural, but of course it mirrors Toby, Sam, and CJ.

I think my favorite part of this fic is the parallelism of "though they leave that part unspoken"/"though he leaves that part unspoken." I had quite a time trying to find books for Josh to read and I never really found one that was the exact level of recognizable I was going for. The little moment of guilt over tossing the bag is the sort of thing I would feel.

I named a kid with some minor significance Aaron, and people probably assumed it was a reference to Aaron Sorkin, but I honestly forgot that was his name. I was just looking for nice Jewish boy names to fill out the camp and it was hard because I didn't want to use names like David and Daniel that already belonged to somebody in the show. Alan from Hoboken is funny in hindsight because shortly afterward I would become obsessed with Alan Alda, famous for living in New Jersey.

"he knows that Cadillacs crash just as often as Chevrolets" I thought about googling the actual safety stats but I didn't. The choice of these two cars as a class signifier is entirely taken from Movin' Out by Billy Joel.

Something I think about a lot with Josh (especially but not exclusively in relation to Toby) is that he comes from a very privileged background, but he still has this major trauma. It's really very Jewish. That's why I wrote the part about "sheltered suburban kids." Then there's this:

What he learns is: they don’t talk about it.

I love this sentence to death in my head. I can hear the pause. I could not figure out how to make it look right. I tried a comma, a semicolon, and a colon, as well as no punctuation and just italicizing the second clause. I finally went with the one I hated least.

The genesis of the second half is that I've long believed CJ was the first of the main characters (aside from Leo, who as a friend of the family likely already knew) that Josh told about Joanie. I'm really invested in their sibling dynamic, and CJ is the one he talks to in The Crackpots and These Women. I had done this one-shot-two-narratives thing before with The Apple, and I really like it!

I'm really happy with this piece of dialogue in this scene:

“I’m sorry," she says, after a moment. “I mean, not I’m sorry. I'm just— I’m sorry seems so trite, but I can’t think of what else to say.” She takes a breath, composes herself. “I’m sorry I don’t know what to say.” Josh forces a sideways smile, wanting to reassure her. “No one does. It’s okay.” “It’s not,” she says. He shrugs, just one shoulder. “Maybe not.”

I wrote this story in September, a month that always gets a little weird and angsty for me as the anniversary of my best friend's death when I was ten approaches, and that definitely found its way into the fic. The details are all fictional, but Camp Greenfern is based on Camp Winnebago, where my grandfather's ashes were scattered.

I'd really like to write more about Josh and CJ, eventually.

[calithal]

How does your character behave around children?

character development questions: hard mode, accepting!  ༄

answered here but i'm generating a new one bc i'm a cheater and i like to talk about my girl.

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

hahahhahhhahah this generator is sniping my ass. what a great question that i talk about 20 times a day. ahahahahhahahaha.

she has two siblings, harriet, who is five years older than her, and harry, who is three years older than her. all three of them have different mothers, but it doesn't mean anything to cj. that's her brother and her sister. they took care of her and they grew up together on the same ship. she's gotten into fights before from how defensive she gets about them technically being 'half-siblings', mostly with other kids who just wanted to be mean. they're everything to her. but she’s always spent half of her time fighting them fiercely and the other half being so dependent on them and their protection. she would kill for them, sometimes she thinks she’s going to kill them all. her father also spent time while he was using her as a mercenary to work their bonds apart, telling 10/11 year old cj all about how they were trying to take away her independence and smother her, and how they didn't really want her. this only made things so much worse. 

(i'm a cheater. i never stop cheating) genuinely her dynamics with both of them are so different that i don't know, from her perspective, if it's at all measurable to compare them. i kind of really think that harriet and harry are closer with each other than either one of them is with cj, especially considering all the hell she's put them through and the difference in age, maturity, and resilience. she has purposefully (even when she truly didn't want to) and non-purposefully put so much space (literal and figurative) between her and them.

she might be closest like a sibling to harry. when she was little, she wanted to be just like him and would mirror everything he did and how he acted. for a while, he was the cool big brother, and after it became second nature and unconscious to emulate him. harry was violent, so she was. harry never cried, so she never cried. harry took care of everything himself, so she had to do everything herself. even still, they share a lot of similarities. of course, all three of them do, but cj and harry's are definitely more noticeable than at least hers and harriet's. harriet's role as a primary caregiver in cj's life also distanced their bond in a traditional sister sense. before harriet could be a fun big sister, she had to raise cj, take care of her and set boundaries for safety where she knew how to. i think she was around cj the most, speaking to specifically how much time harry spent protecting the two of them by shouldering the abuse given from their father and his crew. cj has always found it easier to pine after what she did not have, like her father's or mother's love and attention, so it would make sense that she wanted harry the more she could not see him. i absolutely don't think he was never there, but i do think he had so much going on, and in comparison to harriet, was around slightly less, enough that cj would want for him.

i would say cj feels like she can be more vulnerable with harriet, though. there's a kind of warmth and support there that she doesn't feel with harry because of how much pride plays into their relationship, and also because harriet raised her in a way that is similar to a mother role. cj would never say, and she truly doesn't feel, that harriet is her mother. cj had so little experience with her own mother, who only rarely fed her and was not present besides that, that there's no comparison to make. that's just harriet.

harriet and harry took care of her when she felt unloved, and even as she fought them and continues to fight them, she will always feel guilt for that. however, she feels as if she cannot change, even if she wanted to. the guilt also puts space between them on cj's side, as cj views specifically harriet as unreachable in terms of morality and goodness. even though harry and her constantly clash, and how much space pride puts in their relationship, he also has become someone that she doesn't believe she deserves. they both deserve to live better lives, apart from her, in her mind, which is part of the reason why she fights so much.

[intolerancecare]

Stupid guy

First encounter with the bastard. I was with foreign colleagues most of the time. Then that effing arjun talked to me and said something about my flatmate Dina who is a teammate of his flatmate Carlos. Err. Idk if on that same convo when he asked me if I have phone and If I have viber. I was still skeptic about him, but I answered that I don't have a smart phone yet. He mentioned viber. New for Filipinos (he came to Kuwait around 4-5 months earlier) Maybe that buffalo guy accepted him. Sorry. I said I'll think about it. When the day ended, he told me again that he will go to avenues mall if I want to come. He'll accompany me to get a phone. I said no again. He even looked at the mirror of their service bus and waved at me like a puppy. We were not close. I'm sorry but I really don't like them. You'll be surprised who my friends were.

Weeks passed. Got a lot of news about my former trainer. Cherry bullying me twice or maybe thrice. He and Cherry playing that drunk game. He and Cherry going steady. So, I called Arjun and asked him to accompany me to Avenues. I needed to unwind, destress and heal my effing heart. I'm a cool person my friends know. I don't want my girl flatmates to see me. They like him too. BTW since he is the one who mentioned viber I asked him to teach me how to use it. I've already bought one, disposed the analog and also get a netbook. I just accepted his prior offer because I needed a friend. We went to the mall, I thought I can extend my loitering, I know a girl in their flat and I also want to get to know Carlos because he is Dina's friend, so we went to their place. He cried. I thought he was crying for me.

I think after this once, he mentioned he's playing volleyball at seaside. Ok I said I'll come. Just so you know, It's normal for me to hangout with friends. We frequently visit the seaside I even bought a frisbee. Going back, I told him that I just want to hang out and I really don't like volleyball so we met at starbucks. So many people. we sat outside, he talked. He mentioned about gays professing to him. I thought you are like Adrian and Mikele. My pepper and gay friends. I real gay guy won't blubber like that right? He is ugly. Not bitter, to my resentment we belong to the same bin when it comes to looks. Anyway, That's what I thought about him. Did I think about why I preferred him to be a friend? He is close to reality right. But I was assured he won't asked. He won't cross that's what I know. We had coffee again light convo. He suddenly became serious and asked, Are we going to see each other again after 20 years? YOU Arjun now? I startledly sat like an indian at the couch then mentioned about an article that I read about Cebu. I acted boyish. In my language that means "Di tayo talo" in english it means we're just bros. Like were not possible. Don't croon. But he's deaf and blind. He just internalizes and act what's in his scheming brain. You him Aqeel? He Adrian? WOW!

I was chosen as one of the "trainers." the rest will go back to stores to support. We had team building. I actually don't notice him until he sat beside me, asked me If I loved him. I thought maybe some people start like this. I won't get married immediately anyway. So, I said yes, maybe. I can control myself, he asked. He cried then said my girlfriend is coming. I thought ok then what I answered is invalid. I don't know if the others noticed. His mood changed. He really is internalizing. He went home on a cab with CJ and others while I walk with Mina on the way home. I suddenly thought it's a sad story. Unfortunate. So, I cried. He is not you who can reject me. I have to stoop lower eh.

This is cheap just want to tell how scheming he is so I can undo my previous blog. This not edited.

He still had the guts to approach me. He told me he and Melojane will throw a party for me on my birthday at Melojane's house. Mina gave me wine. He and Faysal was experimenting. i brought it at their house. I took a sip. Melojane served beer out of the powder that they got from the base. I took a sip. I drunk with friends in college but I didn't really liked alcohol. i'ts just that most of them can't celebrate without it. So it's really impossible for me to finish one glass even half without the rotational shot. And it's also impossible to get tipsy with that few amount. I was at the opposite sofa. I got dizzy and slumped at the couch, he pulled me and brought me to a room. He delivered a script again. I just followed the conversation next thing I remember, I was vomiting at the bathroom. I really hate his script. I mean the one that he said in that room. Scheming.

I only hang out with the same group in college. Sometimes they invite other classmates. Our big brother who is an American citizen was living alone in his house, our HQ. He went home to the Philippines just to study nursing. We don't sleep in his room. Everyone stays at the living area except the owner. That was clean for us. All brothers. My tols.

Not like them. There were even old people. Parents...

I just want to say that when you need to survive and you want to belong, you'll throw all your wants and virtues so you won't be alone. They're the only one who offered themselves. It's mean to reject your kababayans, fellowmen. My flatmates chose selling and Christianity then eventually got married. Made me an outcast.

I hate them. I can choose now right?

BTW I have nothing against the Christian religion but that group is into lively praise and worshipping act. Not the practice that I'm comfortable with. I prefer solemn practice.

Next...

[tefibetancourt]

tefi gave a firm nod. “it’s the best philosophy.” it was the only philosophy she had, actually. she knew no other way than to do whatever she wanted. rules didn’t apply to her and consequences be damned! that had been harder and harder to get away with now that she was older, though. she wasn't twenty-four anymore; no one thought it was charming if she was late to work because she was hung over or laughed when she told them stories of how she’d get stranded on pico boulevard because her date kicked her out of their car for not seeing some tarantino movie. perhaps it wasn’t a philosophy, but a defense mechanism. what else was there to do? things just seemed to happen to tefi, like she never made any actual choices and fate just planned out what was going to happen to her next. not until she came to blue harbor, at least. now, she felt like she held her fate in her hands, and it was entwined with foster’s. that meant it was entwined with phoebe’s, too. 

“do i know seb? he’s, like, the only reason i’m not dead in a ditch right now!” tefi laughed, though there was a stark pain underneath it that she couldn’t completely occlude. she never liked to let anyone know when she was upset, but it was always obvious. it’s why she made for such a shitty actor. at least phoebe understood why it was just, like, so fucked up that ralph did that. “i know! at least if he, like, sold it to some other collector, i’d know my clothes were going to be preserved. maybe i’d even get them back. now my original 1976 diane von furstenberg wrap dress is lost to the wind and i’ll never wear her again!” tefi sighed melodramatically, shaking her hair wildly. “i’ve always been partial to burberry, personally—their look is just so classic—but i’ll take anything designer at this point. it just makes me feel better to know i’m wearing something that cost so much money and i got it for a steal, y’know?”

then recognition dawned on phoebe. tefi's hand flew up to her face and covered her eyes shamefully. “oh god, yes, that’s me. their poor little charity case. i hope they’re not talking about how annoying i am all over town or anything. if it weren’t for them, i don’t even know where i’d be. the manager at my job won’t let me sleep in the dry stock room. like, what am i gonna do? disrupt the salt shakers’ peace? asshole.” she rolled her eyes, hand returning to the racks as she dug through them. “oooh—this has potential.” tefi took the hanger off of the rack and held it up to phoebe. it was a silk dress shirt from anthropology in nice condition. “says girl boss, doesn’t it?”

she beamed as phoebe offered a girl’s night. “i will so take you up on that. lord knows i love cj and seb, but they’re, like, so in love with each other and right now the last thing i need to be around is a happy couple.” even though the boys insisted they were just casually married, they certainly didn’t act like they weren’t possessive of each other. “aw, thanks, girl!” she said as if she didn’t stare in the mirror often and marvel at her own beauty. if she had nothing else in the world, at least she still looked pretty. “two brunettes out on the town! oh my god, with seb and cj, we have all the halliwell sisters, don’t we? you’re phoebe, i can be paige, seb and cj can be piper and prue…” tefi stopped, eyes lifting to the ceiling in thought. “well, they’re not really piper and prue-like… i think you’re phoebe and the three of us are paige. i don’t know.”

Phoebe knew that this girl was being purely hyperbolic and hypothetical, but the idea of her shaking her tits in the middle of The Blue News office to the disgruntlement of the other staff — and the ire of Deb especially — elicited a laugh from her. "That's a great philosophy to have!" And one that maybe Phoebe should adopt. She had spent a lot of time worrying; about her mom, Seb, and now Foster and Misty. About making ends meet, and living off paycheck to paycheck. Sure, Phoebe had enough saved up for a rainy day, thanks to how grossly overpaid she was when working for Nilay, especially now her monthly earnings had really diminished.

But it cost nothing to shake your tits, she guessed.

"You know Seb?" It seemed evident, just by the look of her. What was the phrase; birds of a feather? Also, it was hard to find someone who didn't know Seb in some way or another, old classmates observing his shenanigans with almost boredom, once again asking Phoebe if she was sure he was her best friend. "Yeah, he is...yeah." Clearly the other brunette hadn't received Seb fatigue yet, and Phoebe wouldn't ruin that for her.

When she shared her tales of woe about her ex, Phoebe let out a sympathetic groan. "Oh God, I am so sorry to hear that. Honestly, sounds like something my ex would have done. Hopefully we don't share one." She joked, despite that making fun of Spencer, even vaguely and in-passing, was still uncomfortable. "The worst thing is, what they've done sounds like...philanthropic, so you'd look like the bad guy for complaining. But still, that's not okay, like at all!" She shook her head, "I don't know if you'd get a collection worth that much from here, but they occasional have some finds. My mom once found a real Louis Vuitton bag here!"

Bonding over clothes and terrible exes, the true language of girlhood. When she introduced her name — Tefi — the familarity of it lit Phoebe up. "Yes, Tefi! Seb and CJ's sofa-surfer!" CJ had asked Phoebe her opinion on some more 'girlier' items he had acquired for the apartment not long after they let her move in with them, but hadn't had time to meet her yet. "I'm so sorry I haven't came by to make sure the boys are treating you well. If you ever need a break from them, like, please, let me know. I'd happily host a girl's night." She nodded knowingly at the Charmed mention. "Yeah..people think that's the Phoebe I'm named after, but it's actually the one from Friends." She offered, blushing slightly at the compliment. "Um, thank you. Guess it's a brunette thing, because you're like super cute too."

[fiercesouls]

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been on recently, I've just been out of whack with my writing. I'm going to make time tomorrow when I wake up to try and do some things that inspire me, so I'll get at least a few things done. Sorry for constantly making y'all wait lmao it's just hard times right now. Hope you're all staying safe!! Ask me in IMs if you want my discord, but if not I'll catch yall on the flip side.

[shutupanddance]

@girloncorneliastreet requested a fluffy Sam Seaborn oneshot that’s friends to lovers, so here we go!!

“Oh, give it a rest!” You shout at the TV, and the whole West Wing hears.

“Will you shut up already!?” Toby screams from one door down. He’s glaring at you through the adjoining window.

Sam looks at you, a warning. Don’t say another word, that glance cautions. You grumble something incoherent.

You and Sam were watching a recording of some late-night Republican talk show from years ago while you eat dinner. It was a tradition on nights when work ended later than dinner but too early to just go home and collapse. You’d pick some old TV politics program, and then debate. One of you would play the host, and the other would play a guest speaker there to fight the claims. It was fun. Whoever paid for dinner always played the host.

But you hadn’t even gotten through watching this whole segment yet, and you were already so pissed at the man on screen that you weren’t sure you could get through pretending to be him. 

“I’m going to strangle myself,” you whisper, and Sam throws a balled-up napkin at you, clearly not amused.

You whip you head around to look at him where he’s lounging on the couch.

“I was aiming for the trash can,” he deadpans.

You throw the napkin ball back. He grins.

You had known Sam for over three years now. When you got the job in the Whitehouse council team, you never expected to spend any time with the West Wing Senior Staff. But you had fit right in. And Sam had been your #1 from the moment you set foot in the building.

You spent most of your time together. When you weren’t working together, you were doing things like this (watching TV and eating meals together). He was your best friend in every sense of the word.

CJ liked to tease you about it, saying you and Sam were practically married. And you had heard Josh do the same for Sam. But you would always just roll your eyes and ignore it. Sam was your best friend, you’d reiterate.

You realize suddenly that you had been staring at him, and he’s staring at you, too. Your face heats up. It gets a little awkward.

“Aren’t you supposed to leave soon?” You ask, trying to deflect. Sam had a date with someone from a coffee shop tonight. It was going to be a late-night rendezvous at a theater. He checks his watch.

“I guess,” he says, and sits up slowly. He doesn’t look too excited.

“Come on, you’ve been trying to get this girl to go out with you for weeks. Go and have fun!”

Sam’s not so sure anymore.

Sam picks up his date, Chelsea, on a designated street corner. She hops in the car.

“Hiya Sam!” She kisses his cheek.

He smiles, and feels the butterflies, but something is missing. He ignores it. Just have some fun, he reminds himself.

Chelsea chats away while he drives to the theater. All about her day, her work, etc. Normally, Sam would find himself fully engaged with a beautiful date like this, but he’s distracted. He’s thinking of how he’d run the debate against you, playing the part of the host.

By the time they arrive, Chelsea is still talking.

They find their seats, and there’s a brief, glorious pause before she speaks again.

“So, tell me about your day!”

Sam opens his mouth to say something. And really, he tries. He can usually talk on and on about his day, and impress girls with his work at the Whitehouse, but for some reason, he stops.

He stops because he realizes that most of what he remembers about his day is you. He wants to talk about you, but as Josh has drilled into his head, you never talk about another girl on a date. Sure, he remembers other things about the day, but really, he’s not sure he can talk about it. Would Chelsea understand it all? Probably, but he knows she wouldn’t laugh at the right moments, or roll her eyes at others. She doesn’t really know him, he realizes. She’s just here for the butterflies. And maybe for the night after.

Sam wants to go back to the West Wing. He wants to go back to you, so he can talk and talk and talk with you until the early hours of the morning. Because, even though this girl is giving him butterflies, it’s not the same as being with you. It’s not the same feeling. It doesn’t really compare.

I love Y/N, he realizes suddenly. He loves you.

You were sort of enjoying the quiet right now. 

As you grabbed your coat and switched into some comfier shoes for the walk home, you wondered how Sam’s date was going. You hoped he was enjoying himself. Still, there was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t place. Jealousy? Certainly not. You shake your head.

You say goodnight to the security guards and custodial workers, and head out. You can’t wait to take a hot bath.

You’re almost halfway home when you hear someone running towards you from behind. You take your keys and place them between your fingers, then look in the mirror of a car to see who it is.

Sam.

You turn around.

“Hi!” He shouts.

“Shhh!! It’s past eleven! People are sleeping!” You whisper-yell. By now, he’s standing right in front of you. Grinning.

“What are you doing? I thought you were on a date.”

“I wanted to say goodnight.”

You raise an eyebrow and he’s still grinning. You know that grin. It’s the I have an infallible plan and I’m about to execute it grin. 

“Okay? Goodnight?”

He’s still grinning. He leans over, and pecks you on the cheek, but stays with his face so close to yours. He’s kissed your cheek before, it wasn���t uncommon. But he has this look in his eyes…

“Sam, what are you doing-”

He gently, ever so carefully, presses his lips to yours.

And it’s like fireworks go off in your head.

Damn.

You close your eyes, and lean in. You’ve never felt this way before. No, scratch that, you always have. You just didn’t realize it until now, until he’s kissing you slow. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you just a little closer, and the sweet kiss turns deep and even slower. It’s not careful anymore. It screams I love you from the highest balconies in the most loud way possible. You place your hands on either side of his face, and rub your thumbs across his cheeks.

You were kissing Sam like you were never gonna kiss anyone else ever again. You were kissing Sam.

He pulls away.

“I need to tell you something,” he says.

“I love you,” you interrupt, the realization coming quickly. You don’t have time to think before you say it.

He’s laughing now.

“That’s my line,” he says, and you can’t help but grin ear-to-ear.

Oh, Sam. You shake your head. My Sam.

Somewhere off in another part of town, Toby finds himself suddenly annoyed by something. He’s not sure what it is, yet.

Three years earlier

Standing in the Whitehouse for the first time is like being pinched by a friend who’s trying to wake you up. You’re grateful, but also in excruciating pain and discomfort.

The party has been going on for hours, and your feet are killing you. The lights are gorgeous, of course, and the food is delicious as always, but you’ve found the company to be bit boring, the men to be a little handsy, and the drinks to be less alcoholic than you desire.

Someone walks up behind you.

“Y/N!” The President practically shouts, and you turn to greet him.

“Hello, Mr. President.”

“I’d like to introduce you to someone,” he says, and it’s now that you notice the man standing next to him.

This man’s got the definition of “baby blue eyes”. And to say he cleans up well would be an understatement.

“Sam Seaborn,” he offers, holding out his hand. You shake it.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

This was going to be a good night.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - Part of your world - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 25 - The Wedding - FINALE

The Wedding

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You took a deep breath, staring at the calendar on your apartment wall. A very particular date circled in red

May 22nd - Wedding day~!

Today was the day…you would be getting married to Harry Hook, the love of your life. You squealed and jumped around your room, eyes catching onto your dress hanging off your door. You giggled to yourself and grabbed the dress, holding it to your chest and dancing around your room, closing your eyes and imagining Harry dancing along with you as you had your first dance as husband and wife.

“Someone’s excited~” you stopped and turned to face your door, seeing your aunt, (BFF name), Jazzy, Lily, and Emma standing there, fond smiles on their faces. Tonks stepped into the room and pulled you into a hug, your friends joining it soon after “You ready for today?” Tonks asked, smiling as you nodded against her rapidly, the girls pulling back and moving around the room to grab your makeup and other things you would need today, like your shoes, dress, snack bag, and vows.

You glanced at the clock, the time reading 10 am. The wedding started at 4 so you had a good 6 hours before everything happened. But everything you needed that wasn’t at your apartment was in the captain's quarters on your new ship, Harry was getting ready in a different cabin to prevent the ‘seeing the bride before the wedding’ thing.

“We all ready?” your friends and aunt nodded, their necklaces, which had been charmed by Uma to temporarily have the same properties as your necklace, shining for a moment. “Then let's go”

You took your key and stuck it into your doorknob's lock, turning it and opening the portal. You opened the door and stepped through, the girls following after you a moment later.

Tonks gasped a bit setting down the cake she had been holding on the table and spinning around “Wow~!! This-this is yours!?” you beamed and nodded, taking the dress from Jazzy and hanging it off the closet door.

As your friends admired the room and talked amongst each other, Uma stepped into the room, sharing a smile with you and turning to talk with Tonks, gesturing towards the cake.

Tonks nodded and Uma turned back towards the door, calling for Gil, who entered a moment later and took the cake. Not before greeting you cheerfully though. You laughed to yourself and looked at Uma, she already had her teal dress on, her hair curled to perfection and make-up on point, her usual shell necklace seeming to shine with polish.

“You ready girl?” Uma asked, walking up to you and tossing her arm over your shoulder, smirking as you nodded rapidly.

“Hell yeah, I've been waiting for this day for almost a year~” you hummed, unable to keep the smile off your face. “My cheeks hurt from smiling so much but I can't stop!” Uma chuckled, rubbing your shoulder and nodding towards the door.

“Harry’s been a nervous wreck all morning, he’s worried somethings gonna go wrong in preventing him marrying you today, but I shoved a paper bag in his hand and told him to breath, Ben and Harriet are with him right now to prevent him from trying to see you early and any nervous breakdown stuff” you laughed a bit as Uma’s long explanation and shook your head.

“That’s adorable” you chuckled, opening your arms a bit as CJ and smee twins ran into the room, CJ slamming into your side as the twins latched to your legs and hips. “Hello you three, what's up?”

CJ opened her mouth in an attempt to speak when Harriet yelled her name from outside the room. CJ pouted and squeezed your waist, dragging her feet as she walked back out to the main deck.

“Was-was that CJ??” Emma asked, stepping towards you and staring wide-eyed at the door where CJ had gone through “She looks so different than the animated show”

“Everyone does, but didn’t you see her yesterday at the rehearsal?” Emma shrugged and you laughed, patting the Smee twins back and nodding at the small table that had been set up with multiple chairs “You two sit down while we get ready, you’ll have to leave when we get dressed though” they nodded and raced to sit down, Uma taking your snack bag and grabbing some (f/s) for them, setting it down to distract them as Uma and Jazzy sat you down at the vanity and started to work on your hair and makeup, your aunt checking over the dress and making sure it was clean and ready to wear.

You attempted to turn to look at the door as Evie entered but Uma turned you forward again “Don’t move, I don’t wanna stab you with bobby pins” she muttered, continuing to mess with your hair to get it into the style you had chosen for your wedding.

“Okay okay” you laughed, looking at Evie through the mirror as she appeared behind Uma, smiling at your reflection. “Hi Evie~”

“Hi (y/n)~” she sang back, going to work on your hair to help Uma as Jazzy got your makeup ready to use “You ready for today?”

“As I'll ever be” nerves had started to buzz, sending butterflies throughout your body “I just want to be married to him already, and now I gotta wait like six hours to say ‘I do” Evie and Uma laughed, Evie patting your shoulders gently.

“I’m sure the hours will go by quickly, and before you put on your dress you need to look at the main deck décor, Harry went to go look at the reception hall so he’ll be off-ship for a small bit.” You nodded gently against Uma’s amble fingers, pinning your hair and styling expertly.

“Gil took the cake to the reception hall too, so everything is set up there, FG will be here about two hours before the ceremony, guests will arrive about an hour before and then~” Evie leaned down, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pressing her cheek into yours “You’re married to Harry~”

“I’m gonna be honest, I never thought I’d see the day” Uma laughed, smirking as you and Evie looked at her with raised brows “to see Harry get married, he’s always been someone that everyone thought he would grow up without anyone, too rowdy, too rough, too wild spirited to be ‘tied down to anyone” Umas smile turned sad “then again, we all thought love was something worthless, weak…I’m glad you came into our lives (y/n), you taught us, especially Harry, that love is a strength, and one of the greatest things a person can know” you sniffed, quickly rubbing away the tears burning at your eyes and twisting around in your seat to hug Uma tightly.

“Aww” your friends, aunt, and Evie cooed, turning away as Uma gave them a look. You squeezed Uma and pulled back, giving her a watery smile.

“Thank you” you whispered, laughing as Uma wiped away the tear rolling down your cheek.

“No, thank you”  Uma patted your head and twisted you back around “Okay, enough sappy shit let's get you ready to get married to Harry!”

“Hey, that rhymed!” Emma cheered,  setting up mirrors on the table for the bridesmaids to get their hair and make-up ready.

“Let's do this!” you laughed as the girls cheered and got to work, putting on make-up and doing their hair as Uma continued to get you ready.

-

“Harry, breathe” Harry glared at Harriet as he paced around the cabin he had been in for the past hour, (y/n) was in the captain's quarters, getting ready for their wedding and all he wanted to do was burst in there and smother her in affection.

But no one would let him as apparently, seeing the bride before the official reveal meant bad luck, and Harry didn’t want any of that for their marriage. “Harry really” Ben grabbed Harry's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile “you have nothing to be nervous about, Uma made sure the weather will be perfect the entire day, (y/n) loves you to death, you love her to death, everything is ready. This day is going to go great” Harry took a couple of deep breaths and slowly nodded, giving Ben a small smirk.

“Thanks, beasty boy” he mumbled, rolling his neck and stepping in front of the standing mirror, grabbing his cravat and tying it around his neck, Harriet and Ben talking in the background. He smoothed down the front of his black with red trim vest, corrected his sleeve cuffs, and took another deep breath.

He glanced at the clock, closing his eyes a bit and groaning.

12 pm.

Four hours left.

-

Dizzy and Celia rocked on their heels, waiting inside the captain's quarters as the ceremony drew closer. “Okay, guys!” Evie clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the bridesmaids and groomsmen/best maid. “You know the order and drill, Emma you'll walk out with Jay, Carlos with Jazzy, Ben with Lily, Gil with (BFF name), Harriet with Uma, and CJ you’ll be walking with the twins! Celia, Dizzy!” the two looked directly at Evie “You’ll be walking out just before (y/n) and Tonks, laying the petals on the pathway towards Harry before (y/n) takes her walk, okay?” they both nodded, Celia giving Evie a thumbs up. “Awesome~ okay!!! It's time~!! (y/n)-oh, my goodness~!!”

Everyone gasped and went silent as you stepped out from behind the changing screen in the corner of the room, the dress had been just as beautiful as when you last put it on, but now it was joined by your veil that gently flowed behind your head down to your waist, your hair elegantly pulled into (preferred hairstyle for wedding stuff), your face was painted with light yet alluring makeup, lips a softer red than your natural lips and shimmery (e/s/c) accenting your eyes with a curling wing finishing it off.

“Oh, my, evil” Uma gasped holding her hands to her chest as she stared at you wide-eyed, Evie walking up to you and looking over your dress to check for any makeup stains. “You look amazing (y/n)!”

“Thank you” you whispered, trying to keep the tears from ruining your make-up, laughing as Evie came to the rescue with her handkerchief. “Thank you” Evie smiled at you, pulling back and looking towards the door as the music began to play.

“Okay! It's go time! Go go go!” the groomsmen and bridesmaids all got into a line, Evie opening the door and letting them through, smiling as she spotted Harry staring directly at her, adjusting his shirt collar slightly as the wedding party made their way down the isle.

CJ grabbed onto the twins, one on each side of her as she walked out next. Evie smiled at you one last time and walked out of the room, quickly going to sit down with Mal and Jane as Celia and Dizzy skipped out into the isle, laying down the petals as a pathway for you to Harry.

Mal nodded at Harry to Evie, Evie cooing as she saw Harry's teary eyes filled with excitement and nervousness. “So cute” Evie whispered, gasping and turning as the wedding march began to play, the captains quarters door opening, and Evie heard Harry’s breath stop as you and your aunt stepped out.

The sun that was beginning to set illuminated you beautifully, your face set in a soft watery smile as you looked to Harry, who was crying. He wiped the tears streaming down his face, a bright smile on his lips as he looked at you. Harriet bumped his arm and handed him a tissue, Harry quickly drying his face and tossing it back at her.

Tonks kissed your cheek and held out your hand to Harry, who stepped towards you and eagerly took it, drawing you closer to him and taking a deep breath “Yeh…yeh look beautiful” Harry whispered, taking your other hand as you handed your bouquet to Uma.

“Thank you, you look very handsome” you whispered back, lifting one of your hands to rub your thumb against the red fabric of his black and red tailcoat. And it was the truth, Harry laughed a bit and wiped another tear off his cheek, FG smiling brightly as you both turned to her.

“Are we ready?” she asked gently, nodding as you and Harry looked at each other softly “Then let's begin” FG opened her book and smiled at the crowd, her eyes sparkling with Joy “Today we celebrate the union of (y/n) (l/n) and Harry Hook, on behalf of the bride and groom, thank you for joining us. By your presence, you celebrate with them the love they have discovered in each other, and you support their decision to commit themselves to a lifelong relationship.

Marriage is a bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. By making this commitment today, (y/n) and Harry’s relationship will become stronger, better, and deeper.

Today, (y/n) and Harry demonstrate their devotion to each other by dedicating themselves to a life together and they show their respect for each other. By setting forth to honor the vows they have created today, their lives, which began on separate paths, will be joined as one.”

You could feel the tears burn in your eyes as FG spoke, laughing quietly as Harry blinked away his own tears, hands clutching tightly onto yours. You looked to the side a bit, feeling another pair of eyes on you, and smiled as you saw Persephone and Hades, sitting at the back and watching the wedding. She had never quite explained why she was so invested in your relationship, but you never really bothered to question it either, just happy to be with Harry.

“Deep abiding affection, the magical and compelling shared impulse that makes us seek each other’s company, is among the greatest gifts of the human experience.” FG’s voice came back into focus as you looked back at Harry, reaching up and cupping his cheek as tears continued to streak down his face, wiping them away with your thumb, you heard some of the crowd coo as you did so, Harriet once again offering a tissue.

“Any of us who has been fortunate enough to find and express the kind of loving devotion that we are celebrating here today knows that it is an awesome and beautiful thing.

At this time, I would like to share 3 suggestions with the both of you:

My first suggestion is this:

Be constantly grateful for this precious person who has chosen to make a life with you.

My second suggestion is this:

Be generous with compliments.  Be attentive and helpful. The world can be a tough place and any of us can be subject to rough handling.  Each of you can, by your tenderness toward each other, kind words and thoughtful actions, make your marriage and your home an uplifting refuge.

Last, but perhaps most importantly:

Make truth the unfailing bedrock of your lives together. A happy, loving marriage is built on trust and respect. That trust and respect can only be sustained if you are both deeply committed to always being open and truthful in every exchange no matter how small.

My hope for you is this:

That you have many long years to delight in each other’s company, to feel gratitude for your great fortune in having found each other.

To a make home together that is at once sheltering and welcoming, to each do meaningful, productive work at home and in the world and to love and be loved by the friends and family who have come here today to support you”

FG smiled, letting you and Harry face her before she continued “(y/n) (l/n), do you take Harry to be your lawfully wedded husband, and travel the rest of life’s road with him? Will you love him, laugh with him, comfort him, honor and protect him, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?” you rapidly nodded, squeezing Harry's hands, giving him a bright smile as your voice wavered.

“I do” FG nodded, looking to Harry as he sniffed and quickly rubbed his face as you gently laughed.

“Harry Hook, do you take (y/n) (l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife and travel the rest of life’s road with her? Will you love her, laugh with her, comfort her, honor and protect her, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do” Harry's voice cracked as he spoke, making the crowd laugh quietly and coo again as he nodded along with his words, taking a wobbly breath as you tilted your head and smiled at him.

FG nodded again, looking down at her book before looking up again “And now, they shall say their vows, I've been told you’ve written your own?” you and Harry nodded “All right then, who would like to go first?” “ I will” you spoke up, taking back one of your hands and sticking them into the dress pockets, Harry gasping a bit in excitement

“Pockets~” he cheered quietly, biting his lip as you grinned back at him.

“Pockets~” you cheered back, opening the paper with your vows and taking a deep breath. “Three years ago, I fell into this world…literally” the crowd laughed, Bonnie and Desiree clapping a bit “and the one thing I didn’t expect was to see you, but I knew the moment I saw you that it was going to grow into something, but I didn’t know then that it would be love.” You bit your lip as Harry sobbed lightly, bringing up his free hand and wiping his cheek “I grew up thinking I would never find someone for me, I thought I would end up alone with twelve cats and fifteen dogs” Harry snorted at that, biting his lip “but that all changed when I saw you for the first time. And I knew that I was going to be by your side for the rest of my life, either as your friend or as your lover. I have never felt a deeper love for anyone else in my life, you are my sadness and my joy, but most of all you are my love. I promise to always protect you and your sisters, I promise to always love and cherish you, I promise to eat any leftover Brussels sprouts that Harriet makes you eat” Harry laughed, Harriet behind him rolling her eyes “I promise to always be there for you, and I promise to love you from now to the end of time, and just a little bit more”

You let out a small coo as you looked at Harry, who was softly sobbing and attempting to wipe away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks again. “Fuck” he mumbled, laughing as Harriet patted his back. “My turn I guess?” you and FG nodded, Harry taking your hand again as he took out his vows from his pockets.

“um, when-when I met yeh” Harry's voice cracked as he started, laughing a bit as you reached towards his face and wiped another tear away “I didn’t know I would love yeh this much, I didn’t know how much I would come ta care about yeh, but I’m so damn happy yeh came into meh life, and I know that I would be in a very different situation and I would be a different person without yeh. Yeh protected meh from meh father and so many other people who tried to hurt meh, yeh accepted my sisters and friends as yer own family even before we got together, yeh have been by my side since before we even really knew each other, and when-and when yeh stayed up with me all night when I had one of my nightmares, that was when I knew I loved yeh. But-but”

Harry sniffed, wiping another set of tears away as his voice cracked “I dinne know how much I loved yeh, until I lost yeh for almost two years, I-I love yeh so much that I was in physical pain when yeh were gone, and I could only breathe again when I saw yer face again for the first time” you gasped for breath as tears almost spilled from your eyes, but Uma quickly handed you a tissue and you saved your makeup, you let out a breathy laugh and looked back at Harry, giving him a blinding smile.

“I-I never thought I could feel so much for a person…as yeh…and-and I just desperately need yeh ta take care of meh because I’m a mess all the time” you laughed, squeezing Harry's free hand as you stepped slightly closer to him, staring into his bright ocean blue eyes. “I-I wrote a whole thing” he nodded down to the paper he was holding, the crowd laughing a bit as he crumbled it up and shoved it back in his pocket “But it's long and repetitive”

He took your other hand, giving you that smile that you oh so dearly loved of his “and ultimately, I just want ta promise yeh that I will love you forever…I will always show yeh affection, I will always be happy ta see yeh no matter how hard the day was, I will always be sad ta leave yeh when I have ta do first mate stuff fer Uma” Uma chuckled behind you, dabbing her eyes with a tissue “I will always care for yeh, if yeh are sick or hurt. I will always celebrate you and celebrate with yeh when yeh are happy. And most importantly, I promise ta be yer best friend…because yeh are my best friend” Carlos smacked Gil when he made a small noise, Gil laughing a bit as he did so. “And all of these things are promises I have ta make, but I have no intention of ever not making. Because I love yeh so much and I’ll never stop.”

You took a wobbly breath, squeezing his hands again and looking to FG, who was dabbing her eyes quickly. “Ah yes, of course, the rings?” Skipper and Sterling stepped forward, both holding a small red box in their hands. You took the box from Sterling while Harry took the box from Skipper, Harry patting Skipper's head before the two joined their father in the crowd.

“Now” FG started, turning to Harry “Harry, repeat after me;” he nodded, taking the ring out of the box and cradling your left hand, the golden band shining against the sun. “ With this ring”

“With this ring” Harry repeated softly, staring into your eyes, smiling as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“I am giving you my promise,”

“I am giving yeh meh promise,”

“to always love you,”

“ta always love yeh,”

“cherish you,”

“Cherish yeh,”

“honor you and comfort you.”

“honor yeh an’ comfort yeh”

“ I promise that I will love you”

“I promise that I will love yeh”

“and keep my heart open to you”

“an’ keep meh ‘eart open ta yeh”

“All the days of my life.”

“All tha’ days of meh life.”

FG nodded, turning to you and you repeated the same words to Harry, sliding the golden band onto his ring finger, intertwining your fingers as you did.

“(y/n) and Harry, we have heard your promise to share your lives in marriage. In the honesty and sincerity of what you have said and done here today, and in accordance with the laws of the state of Auradon it is my honor and delight to declare you henceforth to be husband and wife.” You beamed at Harry, jumping in place slightly as your favorite part was only a moment away “You may now kiss the bride” you grabbed the lapels of Harry's tailcoat and pulled him into you, sealing your marriage with a passionate kiss, Harry's arms wrapping around your waist and picking you up off your feet as the wedding party stood and cheered, some of the crew popping off confetti poppers.

FG beamed as you and Harry pulled apart, stopping for a moment to stare into each other's eyes “Everyone~!” FG called out, clapping her hands together as you and Harry faced the crowd “May I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Hook!”

-

An hour later, everyone sat in the reception hall, you and Harry sitting in the middle of the table at the front as your main wedding party surrounded you, Harriet on Harry’s left as Uma sat to your right, the Smee twins enjoying their macaroni and cheese as they ate dinner with their dad. Dizzy and Celia sat with Evie as they ate their chicken and potatoes, Mal chatting away to Evie as they sipped at their sparkling cider.

Harriet tapped against her glass with a knife and stood, giving an awkward grin as she did as everyone turned to look at her “Uh, I was told it's time for the best maid and maid of honor speeches so I guess I’ll get it over with?” Harry shook his head fondly, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning against you, bumping his head into yours as the hall went silent to prepare to listen to Harriet.

Harriet took a deep breath and looked to you and Harry “I don’t have a big fancy speech all written down so Im’ma just go for it…so when as we were growing up, I was basically Harry and CJ’s mom, I took care of them the best I could and hoped they didn’t die when they went out to cause whatever chaos they had decided on, the first time I stopped worrying about Harry was when he made friends with Uma, because other than (y/n) and I, she is the only person who can ever tell Harry what to do and he’ll actually listen” Harry rolled his eyes at that, the party laughing along.

“But there was always a part of me that was scared for Harry, that something would hurt him…that part disappeared when I met you after the incident, when uncle Smee told me someone from Uma’s crew had destroyed my father and his crew all on her own, and saved Harry from him. When I met you after that day, I had expected someone cold, someone who had only saved Harry from my father for personal gain…but I was wrong” Harriet gave you a soft smile, tears brimming at the edge of her eyes

“you were someone that- while you hadn’t known him for very long, -that deeply cared about my brother, and I could see that as soon as I saw you. And as you and Harry started to be together more often than not, I saw him grow from the little shit that always bothered me, to the young man who I am so proud of” Harry sniffed and wiped away a tear, looking up at his sister with a watery smile “Thanks to you, my brother is still around today and I’m so glad you’re the one he fell in love with, you are everything I ever wanted for him and I am proud of you both” Harriet raised her glass a bit, the wedding party following her lead “I wish you an eternity of love and happiness, to Harry and (y/n)”

“To Harry and (y/n)!” Everyone drank from their glass as Harry stood and wrapped his sister in a hug, burying his face in her neck as she rubbed his back.

“Thank yeh” he whispered against her neck, laughing as she pulled back and kissed his cheek, something which she hadn’t done since they were kids.

“Thank you” she whispered back, the two sitting down as Uma stood with her glass.

“Dunno how I’m gonna top that but!” the crowd laughed again, Uma smiling as you squeezed her hand and grinned up at her. “Um…I guess I’ll start with this, (y/n).” she looked down at you, taking a deep breath “When Harry first dragged you into the chip shop to join the crew, I honestly didn’t think much of you, even after Harry told me you outran the Gaston twins, and then when you stole Gaston’s prize trophy the next day” you glanced at Ben, snickering at the shocked look on his face “When you arrived, I had no idea how much of an impact you would have on us” she gestured to her, Gil, and Harry, then the crew.

“But I knew how important you would become to us when you came back from the Jolly Rodger after dealing with James Hook for Harry, and I’m really glad you came into our lives, especially Harry’s because, without you, I don’t think any of us would be the people we are today. Then as the months went by, and I saw Harry fall in love with you, it wasn’t until you told me where you were truly from that I saw you truly loved him back, willing to hurt yourself to protect his feelings, which still, that was stupid as fuck and I have no regrets from yelling at you about it” you snorted and rolled your eyes, hitting Umas elbow gently as she smirked at you.

“And I feel like I've already talked too long so I’ll end it with, I’m glad you and Harry are together and I love you both, and I’m so happy for you” she raised her glass, the wedding party following her lead as they did Harriets “to Harry and (y/n)!”

“To Harry and (y/n)!!”

As Uma sat down you leaned over to wrap her in a hug, Harry doing the same and wrapping his arms around both you and Uma. “I love you” Uma whispered, grinning as you and Harry whispered it back.

Soon it was time for your first dance as husband and wife, Harry leading you out to the dance floor as the orchestra that Ben hired for you got ready. The reception hall went quiet as Harry's hand rested gently on the small of your back, a small gasp escaping you as he smirked.

-I’m going to describe this as best I can but in case I don’t clearly do so, watch this as you read or just watch to get the dance/music for the first dance-

The music began to play, and Harry started to sway you side to side, then he turned, spinning the both of you around, your back facing the crowd as he looked directly at you. “They’re all looking at you” you whispered teasingly, unable to keep the smile off your face as Harry gave you that flirtatious smirk of his.

“Believe me love, they’re all lookin’ at yeh” he pulled you towards him, stepping to the side as you turned slightly and stood at his side, his other hand resting on your back again. Since you had first seen the movie, the 2015 Cinderella, you had wanted the ballroom dance to be your first wedding dance, and Harry had listened. And he was doing all you had imagined and more, having practiced the dance over and over even when you weren’t available to do so.

He pushed you back in front of him, this time his hand going under your arm, pushing it up and down in time with the music, your quiet laughter making his smirk turn to a wide grin, watching you fondly as you enjoyed your first dance.

On the fourth push, he pushed your arm over your head, leading it to a spin from you and leading your arm to rest on his chest, his hand resting in yours as your fingers caressed his face. He pushed you back out, your dress flaring as you spun before going back to him, your arm switching to the other side of his chest.

He pushed you out one last time, now holding out his arm as you spun and grabbed it, walking the two of you in a small circle as you spun in time with the cadence of the music. You spun again and grabbed the front of his arm this time, laughing quietly as he winked at you.

He gently pushed you out to spin again, your dress flaring perfectly as you linked hands and pulled each other in, your arms above your head. You did that once more before Harry pulled you into him, one arm resting on your upper back while the other held your hand. You laughed, letting your head fall back as Harry danced you around in a small circle. The world had seemed to fade away as you danced, you and Harry being the only two in the room, your hearts and soul in sync as you swayed to the music and each other.

Harry pulled away ever so slightly, grabbing onto your hand and guiding you as you spun from one side to the other, he did that three times before pulling you back into him, your back to his chest as one hand rested on your waist while the other intertwined with your hand.

Harry spun you back around, you once again facing him as he lead you around the dance floor, the guests gasping in awe as your dress flared around you and shimmered under the spotlights. Harry spun you as the music flared, laughing at the small breathless gasp that erupted from you.

He gently grabbed your hip, pulling you onto him slightly as he lifted you and spun around, your dress flaring again as he did so. You laughed again as Harry pulled you into his lift side and dipped you ever so slightly, then joining your hands again as you spun. He released your hands, the two of you spinning away from each other for a moment then joining hands again, then spinning once more.

Harry caught your hand and upper back and started to dance you around the room. as you reached some of the guests, he grabbed your waist with one of his hands and lifted you in the air away from them, smiling at the laughter that spilled from your lips. He pulled you into the middle of the dance floor, spinning both of you around as he grabbed your hips and lifted you into the air as he spun, unable to keep his smile and laughter at bay as you gasped in shock and excitement.

He set you back down on the floor, your faces only inches away from each other as he spun the both of you around one last time, grabbing your hand and waist and dipping you slowly as the music came to an end. You both were out of breath as the violins played their last note, Harry taking your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as he bowed to you, you laughed and lowered your head.

The hall burst into applause, the world fading back to normal as you and Harry excited your private little world.

Ben motioned the orchestra again as the applause died down, and they began to play fast-paced music for everyone to dance to, the guests flooding the dance floor as you and Harry joined hands again to dance.

-

A few hours later, the cake was cut, the dances were danced, the food was eaten, and you and Harry were all reception partied out. The crew and many of the vks had wished to continue to party the night out, so you and Harry gave them the green light to continue having fun as you walked out of the reception hall. Harry had driven you back to the ship by the ‘just married’ Mercedes Ben had gifted you for today. He pulled up to the docks and turned off the car, running to the other side and helping you out, holding much of your dress in one hand as you carried your heels.

You let out a small sigh as you stepped onto the main deck, the crew had cleaned it after your photos were taken and you and Harry had left for the reception hall so it was almost as if a wedding hadn’t taken place on the main deck.

Harry let your dress fall as you tugged the skirt away from him gently, kissing your cheek as you leaned into him “What a day” you whispered, setting down your heels and walking towards the front of the ship near the bow, leaning against the rails that faced the ocean. The sun had long since set, the moon slowly rising high in the sky as stars decorated the black of night.

Harry joined you a moment later, wrapping one arm around you as the other leaned on the rail, his hand only niches from yours as you both stared at the stars. “We’re married” Harry laughed quietly, knocking his head into yours gently as you pushed into him, closing your eyes “hard ta believe it really happened, it’s been wha’? three years since we met then almos’ a year since I proposed ta yeh?” you hummed against him, nodding.

“Yeah, it's been a while” you laughed, pulling back slightly and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “but I’m glad it happened”

“Me too” Harry hummed, pulling you closer to his side, kissing your forehead. “I love yeh”

“I love you too”

You both went silent, listening to the waves crashing against the ship and shore, just enjoying each other's company.

You pulled away from Harry slightly and looked behind you, feeling another presence on the ship. You smiled, seeing Persephone smiling at you. Harry turned, nodding in greeting to her. “Congratulations,” she hummed, looking up at the stars “what are you two going to do now?”

“Dunno” you answered simply, leaning against Harry again and closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth seeping from him to you. “All up in the air right now” “Any plans for children?” you snickered as Harry froze and shook your head.

“Not at the moment, again it's just…All up in the air” Harry hummed at that, looking out towards the ocean as he rubbed your back.

“…Question” Harry started, looking to Persephone, who tilted her head “Why-why are yeh so invested in our relationship?” Persephone paused at that, pursing her lips. “If I had to be honest? I’m not really sure, but when (y/n) landed in our world I got attached to her for one reason or another. It might be because the ember is why you are here in the first place?” your brows rose at that, tilting your head.

“The-the ember? Like Hades ember? How?” Persephone nodded, crossing her arms as she looked back toward Auradon city.

“well, you do know about the crack deep below the isle, right? The one that was very close to my husband's lair on the isle?” you nodded, Harry raising his brow, completely lost.

“I’ll explain later” you whispered, gesturing for Persephone to continue.

“Well, the crack allows magic to seep in, and the ember is a part of Hades powers, and he can control and guide souls, and I suppose some magic slipped in and affected the ember. The ember found your soul and then connected it with Harrys, and it realized you are soulmates and sought to bring the two of you together, and because it couldn’t take Harry and bring him to your world, it would take much more magic to do that, it took you and brought you here” you stared at Persephone for a moment before sighing.

“Soooo the ember is wha’ brought us together?” Harry guessed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side again.

“That’s the gist of it, it’s also why the ember brought you back on the bridge after Uma dropped it, it had full access to its powers and again, sought to bring you and Harry back together…plus I manipulated it a bit to transport you here” Persephone laughed a bit at the last couple words, giving an awkward smile.

“Thank you” you laughed, and you were genuinely thanking her, because without her influence you and Harry might have never been able to meet or get married.

“You’re welcome…now I think I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone, and again, congratulations” you and Harry waved her off as she disappeared in a cloud of pastel green and pink smoke.

You and Harry smiled at each other, Harry leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, both of you turning to look at the moon.

“So what are our plans fer the future?” Harry quietly asked, moving his hand to intertwine with yours.

“Well,” you started, pursing your lips as you glanced along the ocean, seeing some mermaids in the distance. “we could explore the world, or stay in Auradon, we could have kids soon or we can wait, or just not have any.”

Harry laughed, bringing up your hand and kissing your palm “Well, I’m up fer anything with yeh as long as I can be a part of yer world”

“Oh, Harry” you cooed, gently taking your hand from his and cupping his cheeks, smiling at him. “You are my world”

Harry gave you a teary-eyed smile, his eyes closing as you leaned in and kissed him.

Now we can walk

Now we can run

Now we can stay all day in the sun

Just you and me

Forever be

Part of your world

-The End~-

Wow…wow its-its actually finished…the original part of your world has been fully written. Almost 3 years of writing has come to a close, I started this in October 2018 and finished in May 2021, it has been 2 years and 7 months since I first posted the first part of this series, and honestly, it's weird to look back and see how much my writing has improved.

Well, this is the end of our journey, Harry and (y/n)s story is finished, this is open-ended so if you want to have kids with Harry you can, if not then you don’t, if you want to travel the world with Harry or not, it's all up to you, it's your story now. (that doesn’t mean you can continue writing the story just imagine it okay *yes I had to write that, some people would take the ending and decide to write their own continuation without my consent and I didn’t want to risk it*)

Again I am planning on revising and rewriting the first two parts of this series (Part of your world and Reprise) and then rewrite the first 15 parts of Encore cuz I feel like I need to so the old writing can catch up with the new writing. But ill be holding off on that until I finish Rewrite-POYW, which if you didn’t know is an AU of this fic that I have been writing since last year, and it's ongoing at the moment. The mini-series is being posted and written right now and it leads up to D3, which will be posted in August.

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[qwerty-keyboard-is-superior]

Given that April is not in Smart Lair, she probably heard of the events from Leo or Mikey (they seem the most likely to tell her) and they give her a more biased view of what happened. With Donnie being more isolated, definitely doubting his own abilities and probably blaming himself, he'd be stuck in his own head and avoiding everyone. If April knows from the others, the classic Donnie overthink would state that she obviously hates him too.

Maybe April would try to reach out to him? I don't know how much time there is in between Smart Lair and Donnie leaving, but if it's really abrupt then she (and the others) might not have even noticed how much this was affecting Donnie. Otherwise, Donnie completely avoids April and she while she tries to talk to him.

April would definitely search for Donnie, but like everyone else, she has no clue where he is.

This is just my idea of what could happen.

With the whole mirroring siblings thing, it could just be sibling interactions in general instead of specific moments.

Given that Julia is selling cookies, does Grandma CJ's business exist in this AU? I can see all the girls being a substitute for the minions (specifically kindergartners). I have no clue how that would work with everything else though. Maybe Cassandra starts her scouts after the main events of this au, where she decides to help young girls she sees herself in while taking over the world? Or does the whole baking cookies thing go over to Donnie's love of baking? No matter what, Julia and Donnie definitely bond over baking cookies together.

Aside from that, how did Donnie acquire a cloaking brooch? He would definitely steal one or something, but I think it would be very interesting if he got one from Big Mama, since we know that cloaking brooches are rare and Big Mama would definitely have an extra one. Whether this means she knows that he is hiding from his brothers or he just stole it from her could lead to new possibilities as well.

@qwerty-keyboard-is-superior @distorted-dreams-au

Actually, that's why they adopted his new sister Julia. We all remember her from the Brownie clan right?

Before you ask, "they" is plural here. Donnie is not working alone. He's not even the one in Gru's role here, he's more Dr. Nefario making tech and gathering Intel.

The main face of our villain duo is Cassandra! She has been his partner in crime for a little over eleven years. He broke away from his brothers for… personal reasons, and she was kicked out of the foot clan. The whole thing started because they accidentally hid in the same building while hiding from Donnie's brothers. You can imagine Cassandra's confusion when he shushed her so the others wouldn't hear.

Donnie's brothers were there because someone stole the pizza they ordered and Mikey was hoping it was Donnie. Leo and Raph Trying to be more realistic. Inside the building, Donnie offers Cassandra a slice of stolen pizza.

Donnie wants to adopt Shelldon because he's brilliant. Building drones and robots as well as hacking into bank accounts for money to buy more supplies. Donnie knows from experience how hard it is to be a young genius and could give him some proper guidance!

Cassandra seems a little hesitant at adopting another kid at first, they only need the one. Donnie tells her he found a child named Casey Jones. They've got her name on them they're her's!

Baxter would be in Vector's place, with Big Mama the one pulling the strings trying to get him to succeed in her name. He'd just be another pawn to her. She'd do anything to stop Cassandra and Othello from succeeding.

That's another thing. To hide from his brothers Donnie uses an alias. Of course, I had to go with Othello Von Ryan, or Otto as Cassandra calls him because "Othello whatever is too much to remember." Rearranged episodes so he leaves before meeting the purple dragons so never used it around April. He also uses a cloaking broach when leaving the house, including pretending to be married to Cassandra to adopt the kids, and when around the children.

For minions, we have a bunch of mini Buddys from the Franken foot episode and the sentient bed as the "pet" Kyle.

I have more, including most of the Shelldon stuff, just don't like putting too much in one post.

[jessbakescakes]

"30) things you said on the highway"

for the prompt thing :)

30. Things you said on the highway from this post.

Post-series Josh/Donna since I am me.

July 2016

Donna opens her eyes and stretches, adjusting in her seat. Josh must have heard her stirring because almost instantly, his hand is resting gently on her thigh.

“Sleep well?” Josh asks.

Donna nods and yawns, taking his hand in hers. “How long was I out?”

“Forty-five minutes, maybe,” Josh guesses. “We should be back at CJ’s in about an hour.”

“I’m guessing the girls are still asleep,” Donna says.

“Haven’t heard a peep out of them,” Josh confirms.

The Moss-Lyman family, at the tail end of a trip to visit CJ in San Diego, had spent the day at Disneyland. They started the day with a carefully planned itinerary that was almost entirely thrown out the window by ten o'clock, much to Donna's dismay, but everyone (even Josh) thoroughly enjoyed themselves anyway.

Donna peeks in the rearview mirror to get a look at their daughters. Nora’s Jessie hat has fallen off onto the floor, revealing just how wild her brown curls have gotten throughout the day. She may have inherited her dad’s messy hair, but her pink cheeks remind Donna that despite the near hourly reapplications of sunscreen, Nora also has Donna’s alabaster skin.

Caroline, seated in the middle in the back row, is clutching her lanyard with her growing pin collection, having completed her first trades without assistance. Her homemade Minnie Ears, the fruit of hours of her labor, held up surprisingly well throughout their day’s adventures, still perched safely on her head unharmed.

Leah, despite having fallen asleep on Donna’s shoulder for about an hour shortly after lunch, also seems thoroughly exhausted. Her brand new stuffed Stitch is just about as big as she is, squished next to her car seat and buckled in thanks to some creative thinking from Josh. She’s still holding Stitch’s hand, snoring softly in the seat beside Nora.

“CJ know we’re on our way back?” Donna asks, giving Josh’s hand a squeeze.

“Yeah,” Josh says. “I texted her before we left. I think I may stop at this next exit and get something to drink, though. I’m thirsty.”

“Okay,” Donna agrees, reaching for her phone. “I’m going to send some of these pictures out before I start getting angry texts.”

Josh changes lanes to get to the exit ahead. “I sent that video of Nora yelling at Gaston to the group chat.”

Donna laughs. “Oh, yeah?”

“Toby was disappointed that Gaston didn't hear her. Ainsley asked if Nora was certain she wanted to be a veterinarian because she could make a very good lawyer,” Josh says, pulling into the gas station. “And yes, I reminded Ainsley that Nora is five. I’ll be right back. Want anything?”

Donna reaches for her phone. “No, thanks.”

Josh walks into the gas station as Donna sends a few photos to her parents, the Santoses, and the Bartlets, promising to send more later. She also promises to call and let the girls talk about their day at Disneyland when the Moss-Lyman family arrives back in D.C.

There’s a little part of Donna that doesn’t want this trip to end; the anxiety of starting something new is beginning to set in, and the thought of spending less time with Josh and the girls is getting more and more painful.

She’s jolted out of her thoughts by the car door opening. Josh hands her a bottle of water and a package of peanut M&Ms, putting his own bottle of water in the cupholder before starting the car. “You didn’t have to get me this,” Donna says, tearing the package open anyway.

Josh shrugs. “I learned in 1998 to get you something even if you said you didn’t want anything.” He leans forward to give her a kiss, then pulls back onto the main road.

They ride in silence for a few minutes until Josh sticks his hand out toward Donna, indicating that he wants a handful of M&Ms. She obliges, rolling her eyes despite the fact that he can’t see her do it. He pops the M&Ms in his mouth, not bothering to chew before he speaks again. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Donna says. “I’m fine.”

“Thinking about Monday?” Josh asks.

“A little,” Donna admits.

“Only way you can go is up,” Josh reassures her. “The guy’s poll numbers are in the gutter. You’re walking into a mess, but you’re going to manage a Congressional campaign. Even if you don’t win, you can set him up for 2018.”

Donna sighs. “His polling is terrible.”

“Of course his polling is terrible,” Josh agrees, “his old campaign manager had probably never heard of Wisconsin before they hired him, let alone lived there.”

“You’re right,” Donna agrees.

Josh finishes off the M&Ms and reaches for her hand again. “It’s just until November. We’ll all manage. It’s the Virginia 8th, it’s not like you’re in, I dunno, Alaska. You’ll basically be home every night.”

“Feels far,” Donna sighs. “I like working in the District.”

“Well, when you run for Congress, you can work in the District,” Josh says, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

Donna laughs. “Whatever you say.”

[sodamnbored]

I so badly want a Roman prequel series. More than a Solangelo book. There could be so many great things in it.

Ideally, we’d get a series, basically original PJO but on the Roman side, presumably then following Jason in the same way we originally followed Percy.

But that would just be rehashing what we’ve already seen! Jason’s story would be too similar to Percy’s! - I hear you cry. But bear with me.

Yes: there would be some big similarities - following a son of one of the big three as he grows up and masters his powers and all that. And yes it would also conclude with him fighting a titan. But! I also think they’re different enough that it would read more as parallels than just copy and paste. It could be really interesting.

For one thing: Jason is starting way earlier than Percy. And I am desperate to know about the wolves thing. Correct me if I’m wrong, but all the info we have thus far is pretty vague, no? We know he went to the wolves when he was about two years old. But we don’t really know how long he stayed with them.

There’s the idea that he was raised by wolves (which don’t get me wrong I love that) and only went to the Legion when he was older - for parallels sake say about twelve. But we don’t know that’s the case for sure. He might’ve just spent the more or less normal time period with the wolves, or even if he were there longer than most - a year, two years even - he might’ve toddled off to camp still pretty young.

Cause this is another thing: we know very little about Camp Jupiter. In CHB you see for a fact that there are plenty of young demigods there, talking ten and under. Unless I’m mistaken, we never really heard mention of any little kids in the Legion right? Hazel was what, thirteen, in SoN, which is fairly young, but I don’t think there was any mention of anyone much younger than that. There was the little girl helping Terminus, but she was from New Rome not the Legion. And the Legion isn’t a summer camp of course, that’s a crucial difference.

They are quite literally an army, preparing for war should one ever arise. So do they have a minimum age requirement? Would not be unreasonable to assume they would. We know the majority of Legionaries are legacies from New Rome as opposed to actual half bloods, so it’s not unreasonable to think these kids live normal lives in New Rome until they hit a certain age and get conscripted/have the option to join the Legion for training.

If this is the case, then Jason might not’ve been with the wolves for years at all. He could’ve done his time and then been passed along to the care of New Rome. Set up somewhere to go to school and grow up and have something of a life to prepare him for his future in the Legion. That would be an interesting difference from Percy who had grown up not knowing about his heritage, for Jason to be fully aware of his godly parentage and to grow up knowing he was heading to the Legion as soon as he was old enough. I’m not sure about timings because in The Lost Hero pretty sure he’s fifteen and has twelve lines on his tattoo “for twelve years of service in the Legion” according to the wiki; but the wiki for the tattoos alone says the lines can be for years at Camp Jupiter or for completed quests and such, so it could mean he was toddling about CJ at three years old in mini Legionnaire armour like Caligula (oh the irony), or just that he crammed a crap load of cool stuff into just a few years when he was older.

So the series could quite happily start with him joining the Legion and maybe just summarise his life before that, have the important parts explained as relevant to the plot, I dunno. But it would give us more info on how Camp Jupiter actually works because personally I am clamouring for more info on the Romans.

Presuming that Jason is at least a Probatio by the time he’s about twelve (and it’d be cool to see him earn his full place in the legion too), that also means we’d get to see other people’s stories happening alongside his.

We know he fought the Trojan Sea Monster at some point, so that would be a cool quest to see play out. We don’t know a lot of other things he’s done, but we can assume he’d have been in the Legion when Reyna turned up, which would also be a really interesting story to follow.

We know from tSoM that Reyna and Hylla were on Circe’s island, when Percy was about 12/13, and it seems in SoN that he and Reyna were both around the same age, 16 or so. We know Reyna and Hylla spent some time after tSoM on Blackbeard’s ship before she made it to Camp Jupiter. So somewhere between ages 12-16, she would pop up at camp and I firmly believe she would’ve been Jason’s friend before they both became Praetors. And I would kill to see it. I wanna see them go on a quest together so badly. They would be an awesome team.

But we’d get to see Jason go through the steps, Probatio to Centurion to Praetor. We’d see him improving the Fifth Cohort’s standing in the Legion. We’d see Reyna become Praetor. (We’d ideally see Jason and Octavian gently bitch at each other like with Percy, but that’s just for me.) We’d get to see Jason and Reyna being Praetors together for a bit hopefully. That would be cool. And no doubt the series would conclude with their side of the Titan War, with Krios’ defeat - which would be so cool to see!

Being able to see more of their side of the war would also be really interesting as well. Because surely, there was more to it for them than just that one battle out of nowhere right? They must’ve been aware of the war and enlisted by the gods to help out right? Maybe there were some other titans for them to fight, maybe they had defectors too? Perhaps they were under the impression Kronos was still chopped up in little bits and Krios was running the show, either wanting to take Kronos’ place as the big cheese, or thinking the titans were working to reform Kronos, but they were kept out of Luke’s side of things so they didn’t realise that he already had been? Who knows. Certainly not me, cause we don’t have any books on it.

And there would be opportunities to have almost crossovers. Particularly regarding the war. They might just overhear things that don’t necessarily make sense to them but that we get, stuff like that. See some aftermath from one of Percy’s visits to the area. So many options.

Oh also actually, just for added angst and a different view than Percy’s, there was that freaking tragic bit in HoH I think where Jason thinks about his mother. The part about following orders and rules bothered him, but he insisted on doing so and keeping his promises because his mother had abandoned him and broken her promise. That would be an interesting aspect for the narration and his point of view because it’s the exact opposite of Percy. Percy doesn’t mind pushing the limits with the gods and exploiting loopholes or calling them on their faults, focused on surviving till the end of the day when he can go home to his mother and forget the gods and their stupid rules. Jason, on the other hand, doesn’t have anywhere to go back to. Camp Jupiter and the roles he’s given there are quite literally it for him, so even though he may resent it as much as Percy, he feels the need to bite his tongue and do everything in his power meet expectations and stay in line, etc. And yes, it’s for the benefit of others like he said in HoH, but maybe also the threat that if he makes too much trouble, where else is he gonna go and who else outside the Legion does he have?

Unfortunately we wouldn’t get to see Frank and Hazel come into it as newbies because that would’ve only happened after the war, so unlikely the series would continue after they beat Krios. But it’d still be a good set up to lead back into HoO alongside original PJO.

Also, I wanna know if Jason would’ve been particularly aware of his dad handing him off to Juno, or if she took a back seat until yoinking his memories out his head and dumping him on a dusty bus. I quite like the idea of him knowing, that she wouldn’t have been shy about popping up now and again as his patron, maybe sending him quests, offering occasional assistance like Poseidon did for Percy. Juno cared about her little champion, you can’t tell me different. I’d like to see her drop by from time to time. Or if he just accepted he was Jupiter’s and his dad basically never wanted to talk to him, and was a bit blindsided when Juno popped up after his hit on Krios.

Maybe he was just heading to bed after a long day of Titan slaying, thinking what he’d have for breakfast tomorrow and poof - Juno staring at him in his PJs, doesn’t he feel underdressed. Barely gets out an “um-?” before she’s like “got a quest for you. Surprise!”

(Since we got The Fall Of Jason Grace from Apollo in ToA, this series could be called something silly like The Rise Of Jason Grace to mirror it. I dunno.)

Either way, I need this. We deserve this. I will literally pay like 20$ per book if we could get this.

Wrote this hella sleep deprived and without sources and I’m still in ToA and haven’t read the extra books yet like demigod files and the Probatio one, so anything I’ve missed, had been answered, or is just plain wrong, let me know.

[cherry-gemz]

The City by the Bay: Part V

Summary: Fates push you and a handsome and known stranger into each other's paths. His chilvary and good looks make you take a leap into his world and more.

Chapter: The woman in Keanu's house is revealed; you and Keanu go out on an official date to his book signing.

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Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Y/N (F!Reader)

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word count: 2.5k

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“I’m Mnfhdphf,” you mumble with your mouth full.

"What?" She asks again, annoyed.

"She's Y/N, Meredith," Keanu replies as he walks in, pulling a shirt over his head.

"I'm Y/N," you finally respond clearly.

"Yeah, got that," she chides.

Keanu walks over to you and grabs a piece of cheese, popping it in his mouth.

"Y/N, this is Meredith...my agent. Meredith, Y/N...Y/N is my guest."

"Oooh, your agent. N-nice to meet you," you reply and hold out your hand.

She gives you a curtly smile, but you know it's ingenuine.

"What the hell, Keanu?" She directs her annoyance to him.

As if he already knows what she's thinking, he raised his hand into submission.

"Look, it was a small accident. No one got hurt."

She tuts at him and tosses the manilla envelope on the marble slab counter.

"What's this?" He asks innocently and takes the document.

"A role...they're filming here in the city. Figured you'd be interested since your project has kept you here."

You tug at the hem of his shirt and cough, "I'll leave you to it...just gonna go get dressed."

"That would be best," Meredith snaps.

"Play nice," Keanu says unphased and reviews the script. "Huh…"

You hear him discuss a few things with her as you scamper to the living room to grab you jeans.

"What?"

He scratches the back of his neck and cranes it to the side, "I dunno, Mer. It's um…"

"It's what?"

"Dancing?"

"Yeah, so?"

"I dunno how to dance. I haven't done something like this," he shakes his head and tosses the script haphazardly on the counter.

You jump into your jeans and quickly button the button.

"Did you say dancing?" You ask across the living room.

Meredith crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, this role requires me to waltz."

"There's this dance studio on Van Ness. We passed it coming here…" you quickly reply, thinking that the last time you were there was with your ex.

"Let me guess, you're a dancer," Meredith retorts.

"No...I work at a bookstore...I mean that's not all I do…"

"She's a chef, Mer. Lay off," Keanu replies.

"Oh fantastic. You almost kill yourself while riding in the rain with a bookstore girl?"

Keanu's hand motioned her to stop, "If this is about the accident, it was my fault. Don't out blame on Y/N."

"You can't just go gallivanting around the city! Or you at least call me to tell me you're okay! I had to call a million people, plus the studio, and lie until I saw you. You didn't answer your phone!"

"I'm sorry…" you pipe up. "I didn't mean for things to get out of hand...if you want me to leave-"

"YES."

"No," Keanu said cooly.

Meredith shot Keanu a death glare, but he shrugged it off and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Keanu…" she started to say as he shook his head.

"You got what you came for, Mer. You saw me, I'm fine. I'll take a look at the script and let you know. I'll call you in the morning."

"But-"

"Now, Mer I know you're coming from a good place, but you've been rude to my guest. So please see yourself at the door and we'll talk later."

Meredith's mouth stayed open like a cod fish and shot daggers over your way.

"Fine. Let me know first thing in the morning. Otherwise who knows, Hugh Jackman might swoop in on this. And don't forget, you have the signing party tomorrow night."

"Yeah, okay, Mer. Thanks."

She pivoted on her heel and headed to the foyer and out the door.

You plopped on the leather couch, stunned at their interaction.

"Gosh…" you were able to say. "I didn't think that would happen to me today."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Meredith means well. She's tough as nails and has been my agent for years. I get why she was upset, but she had no right to talk to you that way."

He picked up the folder and walked over to the couch to sit next to you.

"It's okay...I mean, I don't know her from Adam. But definitely don't want to be on her bad side again."

"Heh, yeah. Me either."

You gulp as he sits comfortably next to you. Is this what it's like? Being normal next to the global superstar? Just be cool, Y/N.

"So, do you have any plans tomorrow?"

Your voice cracks, "What?"

"I had a fantastic time with you...I hope there will be more…" he smacks his forehead and blushes, "Gosh. I didn't mean it like that."

You stifle a giggle. I hope there will be more moments like that in the bedroom.

"What I mean to say is, I'd like you to be my date tomorrow at this signing thing...that is if you'd like to come?'

***

The next day you're on cloud nine. You've chatted to your brother about meeting the famous actor and he hadn't stopped asking you how he was and is he as cool as he seems. It's as if he wanted to go out on a date with him instead.

“Ask him for an autograph,” he asks.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, CJ,” you roll your eyes as you pace your bedroom.

“What? Not for you, for me!”

“Shut up.”

“C’mon, I have my Matrix poster that I can give you-“

“I’m going? Ceej.”

“No, wait. Ask him more about Cyberpunk...like can he-“

“Bye, dude!” You reply and end the call. It was just you and your brother these days, your parents had passed on and while you loved him, he did drive you crazy from time to time. He was finishing his senior year at Sac state and being your baby brother, you’d think you were the protector. But instead he always was the one to check in on you, to make sure you were eating all your food groups and drinking water. You loved that nut despite his spaziness.

You find yourself going through your closet for an evening with the superstar. You pick up from your bed a black leather pencil skirt and hold it up to your waist. Unsure if you can pull it off and not really knowing what you'd match it with.

Your bedroom door swings open and it's your neighbor's teenage daughter, Cori.

"Oooh, what are you doing tonight?' she teased as she crunched the apple she held in her hand.

"Help yourself, Cor," you roll your eyes alluding to the fruit that she took from your counter. You toss the skirt on the bed, then pick up a pair of your comfy boyfriend jeans.

"I got some Dr. Marten's that would go great with that skirt," she says and plops down the bed, rummaging through your clothes.

"I have worn Doc Marten's before you were born," you laugh. She's a cute kid. Hella beautiful and smart. She's talked about joining the Air Force one day and you hope she gets there.

"You need to show some leg, Y/N."

"What are you doing here?" You tut and she hands you the pretty floral silk mini dress that you bought for a wedding last year and never wore again.

"It's for tonight. It'll be cold."

"Even better, he'll have to give you his jacket."

"How do you even know about these things? You're fifteen."

"Fifteen is the new twenty," she shrugs and gets up to your closet.

You stare at the dress. It's an outfit that does accentuate your legs and you've felt cute in it. Maybe Cori is right…

She returns and hands you a faux leather jacket that you bought at some boutique a few months ago.

"I dunno…"

She shoves it to your chest, "Trust me."

"I'm not sure if this is the right outfit for the event."

"What's it for then?"

"A book signing or something?"

"Ooh, he's an artist?"

"Kind of… thespian…" you blush and pull your shirt over your head and reach for the dress.

"Oh, like locally?" She crunches another bite of the apple and leans on the doorframe.

"Not exactly…"

You pull the leather jacket on and peer at your full length mirror. You look pretty good: chic and cool, not trying too hard, but an effort nonetheless.

"Black tights," she clicks her tongue and waggles her brows.

"Is that seriously in?"

"It's hot. Sheer tights and my boots, c'mon, Y/N."

"I dunno."

"Is he hot?"

You blush at the thought of Keanu and then that you're talking to a teenager about your love life.

"Oh, he is. Okay I'll be back with my boots," she replies and rushes out of the room.

"Cor! Wait!" You yell, but she's already down the hall. You look back at your reflection and bit your lip.

I can do this. What is one little night out with the man of your dreams? Nothing to be worried about.

***

Keanu insisted on picking you up despite your resistance. You told him it was fine and you could just meet up. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Which secretly you enjoyed.

The roar of his motorcycle echoed down your street and you pretended like you weren’t waiting for him for 30 minutes on your couch. Your palms were sweaty an your hair was falling flat, but the excitement was overwhelming.

The knock at your door startled you despite your ability to hear him approach your doorstep. You take one more look at yourself in the hall mirror and then open the door. He’s wearing a nice coat, a v-neck gray shirt, and jeans. Maybe you overdressed?

“Wow,” he says as you open the door. “I leveled up for sure.” You giggle as he hands you a bouquet of wildflowers. The bursts of yellow and orange are gorgeous and he can tell you’re pleased with them.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady,” he smirks. You give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you…” you reply. “Come on in, I’ll put them in water and we can head out.”

He nods in agreement as you pivot towards your kitchen, nervous that you have him in your apartment. Keanu Reeves is in your apartment. Get it together Y/N, he was between your thighs the day before. You silently chuckle to yourself as an image flashes to your brain.

“What’s so funny?” he asks as you stare at him, caught in your thirsty moment.

"Oh, uh nothing really."

He smiles and rubs his chin, as if he could read your mind.

"I'm really looking forward to this,' he replies.

"Me, too. I hope I don't get too much in the way," you reply as you place the flowers in a vase full of water.

"Of course not," he leans his elbows on your kitchen counter. He fits here, you think. "I just hope it's not too boring."

"A night out with Keanu Reeves? Anything but boring."

He grimaces and smiles again, "No pressure."

"No pressure."

He claps his hands together and rubs them in eagerness. He's hit with a quick pain and grabs his side.

"Ke...you okay?" You leave the vase on the counter and go to his aid.

He gently touches his shoulder from the fall the day with you.

"Yeah, just got a little excited, heh. Ke. I like that."

A smile is brought to your face as you realized you called him that. It wasn't like you had thought of it before, but it fit.

"Do you need me to look at it?"

He cocked his brow, "Trying to get me shirtless again, Y/N?"

"I mean...not gonna lie. That does sound like a fun time…”

“Hey, I thought it was the intent to wine and dine you.”

“Is that so?” You coo and approach him, placing your hand on his chest. His brown eyes are soulful and deep, you could get lost in them. He leans in for a kiss and you close your eyes. His lips ignite a desire within and he encloses the gap and wraps hands around your waist. You press your body against his, the thinness of your dress makes the apex of your thighs ache.

He reluctantly pulls away, "At this rate I should cancel tonight."

"You can do that?"

"Sure, just let me call Meredith and you can tell why I won't be showing," he teases and pulls out his phone. You quickly grab it from his grasp.

"No, no need for that!"

"You sure? I bet she'd love to hear from you."

You look at his screen and pull open the camera app to take a candid shot of you two. Your first photo together.

"Let's go before I get you into more trouble."

***

BRZRKR. It's a comic book. You're attending Keanu's comic book signing party. CJ is going to flip his lid.

You arrive at a nearby bookstore, smaller than the one you work at, but it's filled with memorabilia, dolls, comics, posters of all types, heroes and anti-heroes.

Keanu downplayed this to the umpth degree. Considering how small the store was, it's jam packed with fans and media.

This is a big deal. Leave it to Keanu to say it was going to be an intimate evening. An intimate evening with 100 people you think to yourself.

The two of you didn't really talk about how to address things considering you showed up together. You were a bit busy hanging onto his strong abs as he whisked you away on his motorcycle through the city. So you weren't prepared with the paparazzi and journalists buzzing your way, trying to get a shot of the mystery woman who Keanu had arrived with.

He was escorted to the back of the store, you saw Meredith and she ignored you, purposefully. As he and the head comic writer dove into a Q&A session of how the idea was brought to life, a woman around your age accidentally bumps into you.

"Oh, excuse me!" She whispers as people continue to snap photos.

"It's okay," you reply and smile.

"This is something, huh?"

"Yeah," you nod, trying to hear what he says about comic series.

"What magazine are you with?" The woman asks. She's wearing Doc Marten's and you stifle a laugh to yourself.

"Me? Oh, I'm not a journalist. I work in a bookstore."

"This one?" She asks as she folds her arms, peering over to the table. Her hair, braided, is a natural red which is ridiculously beautiful. She's like a siren, and particularly calm.

"Oh no, just on Columbus. City Lights."

"Oh neat, so then you're a comic book enthusiast?"

"Me? I mean I've dabbled in Marvel and DC. But nothing like this."

"Yeah, tickets were hard to get for sure. I had to pull a few strings just to get this pass," she says and holds up a press lanyard.

"Oh," you reply. The crowd laughs and Keanu shakes his head smiling. Dangit, I wish I knew what they were talking about.

"How'd you get yours?"

"Um, Meredith gave it to me," you reply and then realized maybe you've said too much.

"Cool," the woman says unphased. "Mischa."

"Y\N," you say and then turn your attention to Keanu. "I'm gonna try to get a closer look," you say as a segway to leave.

"Oh sure, talk to you later," Mischa replies as you snake around the crowd to hear better.

***

After almost two hours, Keanu has done some meet and greets, and other press photos. You hang out in the back and peruse the rest of the store. Meredith approaches you from behind.

"So, what did you think?" She's wearing a slick, blush power suit and she looks amazing. Her short brunette hair is styled and for a second, she actually looks approachable.

"Very educational," you smile.

"Surprised you stayed this long."

"I hadn't realized what this actually was. Ke didn't make it sound like a big deal."

"Ke?"

"Um yeah," you blush. "Just a nickname."

"Already there, huh?" She stuffs her hands in her pants pocket and you don't understand the chip she has on her shoulder.

You ignore her comment,"So should I stay around?"

"He probably wouldn't notice you gone."

You give her a side eye, the nerve.

"Who's gone?" Keanu asks as he turns the corner and is between the two of you.

"No one," you beam as he places his hand on your shoulder.

"Mer you treating my girl alright?"

She grabs a wine glass from a nearby waiter and smirks, saying nothing and then walks away.

"Like a bulldog," you say as she disappears in the crowd.

"How about we get out of here?" He says and draws himself closer to you. "You smell fantastic by the way, did I mention that yet?"

You giggle and shake your head no, "What do you have in mind?"

"Are you up to show me the City at night?"

[pollenat]

“Nocturnal silence” | cjs.

➛ ITZY’s Lia. 2012!au.

➛ Word count: 1854.

➛ This short follows the events of “Liquid mirrors”.

The worst part about the overcrowded cabin has to be the snoring woman. The very same one that just a few hours ago complained about the lack of fresh brussels sprouts on a ship - the last ark of humanity after the end of the world. Humankind has gone mostly extinct, and she had the guts to be angry at frozen greens. Looking at her through half-closed lids, you’re itching to throw a pillow at the woman. Nothing can stop her from going on, like an old tractor, choking on its own engine every now and then. The very pillow you’re trying to deafen the noises with, does nothing to your sensitive ears. You’re growing more and more irritated with each passing second.

Others seem to not mind. You look down, at the bunk underneath yours, where a mother with her son are sound asleep. The boy has kicked thin blanket off of his body, as if to prove how much space he can take. His mother is lying on the very edge, somehow calm despite her tragic situation. A man, lying above the snoring woman, has earplugs. Lucky asshole.

Your body thrashes around for an hour or so. At least it feels like it. The duvet is in desperate need of changing, but who cares about laundry during the apocalypse? You’re all sticky from sweat, annoyed by incoming headache and ready to commit a murder, which is just a figure of speech, don’t worry. The fact that nobody else is as affected by the snoring? A perfect way to drive you insane.

At some point you can’t take it anymore - the night feels useless. You miss the rays of sunshine, the sign of life, the reason to stay away from the cabin. Tonight, just like many times before, you jump off of bed, barely avoiding the snoring woman’s husband. He has made himself a sleeping station on the ground. You wonder is he really asleep or just way more patient than you. Either way, you don’t plan on staying around a second longer. As soon as the door closes, you’re welcomed by sweet silence. It’s an odd contrast to the loud snoring. Its lack has you almost creeped out.

The floor is cold under your naked feet. To the point where you can’t touch it for longer than a few seconds. Jumping from one foot to another, you look down the dark hallway. Its only source of light are small windows in the cabins’ doors. Circle-shaped rays fall on walls, like headlights, showing you the way across narrow scene.

Nobody will mind you getting lost in the ship’s hallways, right? You’re just another survivor, struggling to find their place aboard the ark. There are no perspectives. Exploring it seems to be the most compelling thing one could busy themselves with. So you travel down the scene, stepping inside the circles of light and looking inside the cabins as you pass. There’s no other soul up. Everybody is sleeping. It’s sort of weird and you wonder whether it’s just a dream you’re stuck in. How come you’re the only one unable to fall asleep?

Humming some tune you faintly remember makes the night feel more bearable. You’re tired of the crowded spaces, of eyes settling on you, even if they’re just traveling. They’re a tiresome phenomenon that does nothing, but fuel your anxiety. The worst part? Aside from the night, there’s nowhere to escape. All-ocean has made sure of that.

Step by step, you move forward, never putting a foot down for longer than two seconds. You’ve already observed that, but now it reminds you of the past. The tiled floor of your balcony during Winter. Dusting used duvets while cursing at temperature. Welcoming the texture of a carpet with relief. Digging your toes into the fluff. It’s weird to miss carpets in the middle of the night, but you do. Their last reminder is the one snoring woman’s husband uses as his mattress, an object completely out of your reach. What interior designer forgot about additional carpets onboard a luxury ship?

In front of you a door opens. Some silhouettes leave their cabin in hurry. Hushed giggles resonate down the hallway. You can neither make out a sense to their conversation nor put faces to dark shapes. But they do sound familiar. The silhouettes disappear behind a corner in the hallway’s other end.

Heart beating fast, your steps speed up. A thought, string of memories, collection of pictures swims in the back of your head. Common sense is the only thing keeping you from describing them. Number 203 is meaningful, though it’s just a number.

You’re just by the door when it opens again.

“Oh!” Jisoo. Jisoo? Jisoo! “You scared me!” She laughs, eyes morphing into crescent moons. But as soon as her voice raises in volume, Jisoo covers her mouth, worried she will wake up other residents.

“I see there are more night owls around the ship?” You motion at where the two silhouettes, you can now safely identify, disappeared.

The girl looks in the same direction. Her eyes stay there for a longer time, while you watch her profile. Perhaps (you won’t admit it), you should be thanking the snoring woman for a chance to see Jisoo at a different time. Her hair is disheveled, but the little mess is a beautiful one. Eyes glossy, lips dry, t-shirt creased. She’s a painting you enjoy watching. Even when her smile disappears as she returns to facing you.

You grow nervous instantly, because the mood shifts and you slightly prefer the easy-going Jisoo to solemn and serious Jisoo. The easy-going one loves joking, which is much better, as it consists mostly of laughing at yourself and your inability to form proper sentences.

“Uh, yes. I don’t know why Ryujin and Yuna left though. They didn’t tell me. Probably to spy on Yeji.” Pause. “Or something...”

“So, are you going to follow them?” Jisoo seems to consider your question.

Then she steers the conversation to your person.

“I don’t know- Why are you up? Came to spy on Yeji too?”

“As if it has ever bothered me what's Yeji doing at night. I have my own problems, mainly, a snoring roommate.”

Jisoo nods her head in understanding, mouth opened to build on the effect. You’re stuck in nocturnal silence, both scared to break it. Frankly, you don’t even have any idea where to go from here. Maybe you should just return to exploring the ship, but then again, it’s not everyday that you catch Jisoo alone.

“I’ve been walking around, you know, exploring.”

Again, she nods.

“So you’re looking for some place to rest?”

“In a way, yes. Do you happen to know any?” She smiles.

“Actually, I do.”

You’re surprised by her boldness. Jisoo lies down on her bed and you’re watching her with an awkward surprise.

“Don’t make it weird, I’m just sharing a bed with you. Okay, perhaps it does sound weird. But we’re just going to sleep, not- do anything weird? Okay, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” To be honest, her joke doesn’t make you feel any better about the situation.

After a defeated sigh, you walk over to the bed, eyes never once meeting hers. Jisoo holds the edge of her duvet. She’s patiently waiting until your stiff posture joins her side. Then she slowly follows your lead.

The first thing you register is the smell - Jisoo’s smell. It’s an overwhelming sensations you’re eager to breathe in after many attempts at small doses. Now that you can experience it in its full form, you can safely say it’s bound to become one of your favorite sensations. It causes you excitement, one that you’re embarrassed to show. Maybe she will call you a creep if you don’t stop yourself from smiling? Suddenly worried, you look for other things to focus on. Like the coldness of her skin against your left hand’s knuckles. Frankly, it’s stuck. The bed is meant for one person and you can’t just sprawl across its surface.

A moment of hesitation passes. Then you turn to lie on your side, facing Jisoo.

At first you’re both stuck in shy silence. Jisoo’s looking down, perhaps thinking over something. But you don’t plan on disturbing her. It’s as if you’ve forgotten your tongue - you can’t even feel it. The darkness is all-consuming and you wish to stay hidden in its embrace, so Jisoo never learns of how hard it is for you to say a word, but also look away.

“So.”

Her eyes, so hesitant to meet yours, finally reach them. She’s surprised to find you staring back.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad?”

“Yeah, how bad is lying next to me on a bed?” Dark eyes pull away to avoid you.

Your brain orders you to be smooth. “It’s not bad.” isn’t the type of smooth you had in mind.

“But not good either? Ah, forget I said anything-” Jisoo laughs nervously through clenched teeth. “I’m just nervous. Because I made you come here with me! That’s why I’m nervous.”

“Jisoo,” The silence returns. “you don’t have to be nervous around me. I know, my magnetic personality and good looks are to die for,” She snickers in disbelief at your words. “but I’d rather you felt comfortable around me. Which doesn’t mean our current bed situation- I mean, I don’t mind it.”

There’s a blunt taste on your tongue. As if you have just finished your entry for a spelling bee and were in dire need of some water. Some actually meaning a lot.

“Do you think your roommates will make fun of us?”

“Definitely.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Silence.

“Um-” She dares a look into your eyes before dropping them again. “Let’s go to bed then, hm?”

You don’t think you’ll be able to fall asleep next to her. At least not with the possibility of seeing her face at the cost of merely opening your eyes. Jisoo seems to have the same idea. Her turning around causes a way too powerful sting somewhere in your abdomen. Before you know it, instead of her soft face structure, you’re looking at void-like black of her hair.

Your left hand sticks to your chest, but what about the right one? Keeping it on your thigh feels tiring. Placing it on Jisoo’s side? Too wonderful and too dangerous. Even if you’re itching to offer yourself, you cannot imagine the amount of courage it would demand from you. Instead, you rest it in the hold of your left hand. That way, perhaps, it will be stopped before any unconscious action takes place.

For a moment, you wonder, would she mind? Still, it’s a question you have no answers for. You also have no idea what will happen in the morning. How will the girls react? What will Jisoo do? How will you feel in the morning and will your left hand let go because of that damn itching...

Perhaps, the snoring woman is weaker than your true enemy - your vivid imagination.

“Goodnight Jisoo.”

“Goodnight.”

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Stars Hollow

Summary: Dean wakes up in a whole new universe where everything he ever knew was gone. Will this little trip change him once he gets back to his universe. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rory Gilmore, Lorelei Gilmore, Dean Forester, Reader Pairing: No Pairing Warnings: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1207 Prompt: Gilmore Girls A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer and @deanwanddamons “I Do Understand That Reference SPN Writing Challenge”.

His head was throbbing along with his back and hip. Dean opened his eyes, wincing as he sat up to get a look around.

“Sam?” There was no answer, “Sammy?!”

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes came into focus seeing he was sitting next to a large gazebo. He stood up knocking off the dirt and grass from his clothes. Dean did not recognize anything around him and the last thing he remembered was seeing a bright flash in the Bunker library.

“What the hell happened?” He muttered to himself as he looked for any signs to tell him where he was at, “Welcome to Stars Hollow.”

Just beyond the large town sign was the welcomed sign of a diner. Dean started to make his way towards it. Upon entering there was a loud voice from the back telling him to have a seat anywhere. Glancing around the diner was nearly empty except for an incredibly gorgeous woman and what he could only assume was her little sister.

Choosing a table in the far corner near the door, Dean sat down taking out his cell phone, “Damn no service.”

“Hey!” A tall man with a plaid shirt and baseball cap pointed to a sign behind the counter stating no cell phones allowed, “What can I get ya?”

Dean slipped his phone into his pocket scoffing at the sign, “Bacon cheeseburger, fries and a coke.”

Without a word the man turned walking behind the corner and calling out his order to the back. Dean watched as he grabbed a pot of coffee making his way towards the table with the gorgeous woman.

“Luke, you know just the way to my heart.” She said batting her eyes up at him dramatically.

“More like the way to your grave. This stuff over time will kill you and you allow her to drink it too.” He motioned to the younger girl who looked up as he poured coffee into her cup.

“What can I say, like mother, like daughter.” She said clinking cups with her mom.

Dean’s eyes widened as she said daughter. Just then the door opened as a young man walked in with a boy band haircut. He had a tall, lanky body wearing baggy cargo pants and a sweater. The longer Dean stared at the man the more familiar he seemed to him. It was not until he heard the man speak that he nearly fell out of his chair.

“Hey,” he sat next to them stealing a fry from the daughter, “If we’re having movie night then why are you two eating at Luke’s?”

The rest was the conversation muffled as he sat there in shock. The man looked and sounded exactly like Sam but an even dorkier version of him. Baseball cap man came back with his drink and food.

“You okay fella? Looks like you saw a ghost.”

Dean chuckled slightly, “Fine. Hey, can you tell me who those people are over there?”

The man gave him a skeptical look, hesitantly answering, “Lorelei and Rory Gilmore then that’s Rory’s boyfriend, Dean Forester. Why?”

“Oh, no reason. I thought they were someone else, but I was wrong. Thanks.” The man nodded as Dean started to slowly eat his food while trying not to draw any attention from watching them.

Seeing his little brother young, happy and living the life he always wanted to at that age had Dean’s heart weighing heavily within his chest. Deciding to finish his food quickly, Dean left enough cash on the table to cover his meal and left the diner. He made his way back towards the gazebo finding a bench to sit on where he could watch this alternate version of Sam leave the diner.

“Strange to see him happy?”

Dean looked behind him as the familiar voice spoke, “(Y/N)? H-How did… what the hell is going on?”

She stood calmly voided of any emotions. This was not the (Y/N) he knew and instinctively Dean reached for his angel blade within his jacket.

“I removed it before I sent you here. I can take you back, but Chuck wants reassurance that you will play along with his little game.” Her fists were clenched at her sides as if she were in pain.

“That son of a bitch. (Y/N) what did he do to you?” Dean took a step closer but she put her hand up to stop him.

Extending her finger pointing past him, “Watch.”

He turned to see Sam’s alternate walking out with his arm around the young girl named Rory. They were having a light-hearted conversation making their way towards him. Dean quickly pulled (Y/N) down to the bench as if they were having a conversation themselves.

“No way, licorice is an acceptable movie night snack. It’s… it’s made of dirt.” He said as Rory acted offended.

“It’s up there with popcorn, you freak of nature.” She laughed as he scoffed.

Dean could not help but smile remembering having that exact argument with Sam when they had a movie night with Bobby. As soon as they were out of ear shot, he turned towards (Y/N).

“What does Chuck want?” His shoulders sagged as defeat settled onto them.

(Y/N) stood extending her hand to him, “What he has always wanted. The ending to his story.”

Placing his hand in hers there was another bright flash and when his eyes opened Dean was back in the Bunker. Sam was looking at him with wide, sad eyes. (Y/N) stood at the head of their table, tears trailing down her cheeks as her body trembled.

“I… I only have a moment before…” she grunted and the men rushed to her sides, “Don’t give in to him. Don’t give up. For me, don’t… give… up.” Her body went rigid then straightened up with her eyes glowing blue.

“Get out of her you winged bastard.” Dean seethed as Sam took a defensive stance.

The angel controlling her body looked to the both of them, “I was not expecting her to be that strong. That’s good, I like a good fight. I would not listen to her though. Chuck will get the ending he wants and I will be by his side when he triumphs.”

With that (Y/N) was gone with the echoing sound of wings flapping. Dean looked to Sam, his disbelieving expression mirroring his own. After calling all the hunters they knew to keep an eye out for (Y/N) and updating Castiel on what happened they both sat in the library drinking some whiskey.

“Where did you end up?” Dean asked after pouring his second glass.

Sam chuckled, “In a town called Capeside in Massachusetts. A guy who looked like you but with longer hair and called himself CJ. He was going to a No Doubt concert and ended up standing outside all night talking to some blonde girl about sleeping with her best friend.”

Dean stared at his brother, “No Doubt? Wow, I hope I was just trying to get laid because if not alternate me was just as much of a wuss as alternate you was.”

Sam gave him a curious look as Dean began to tell him all about Stars Hollow.

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