#AHH my younger brother got me into musicals

[milkyberryjsk]

(logs back in, covered in blood) hi!!!!!

[rayslittlekitten]

Spooky Time

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: I think writing "My First Night" kicked up some old feels for this universe. Here is a wholesome little nugget of them much younger. Jax and Opie as 14 and reader is 12.

Rating: T

Word Count: 806

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller & Preteen GN! Reader/OC; Teenager!Opie Winston & Preteen GN! Reader/OC (reader is F in the series, but this particular fic can be read as GN)

Plot: While Opie taunts you for being scared, Jax protects you.

Contains: sibling banter, cursing, protective!Jax, spoopy stuff

You stare up at the man-made haunted house towering in front of you. The fog, flashing lights and sounds of terror coming from a big speaker has you rethinking about tagging along with your brother and Jax. Since you were little, you've always followed them around and wanted to do everything they did. This is no exception. Every year during this time, you would all come to the County Halloween fair where they would have hayrides and all sorts of spooky activities. You always went on the kiddie rides, corn mazes, and have seemingly mild fun, but since Jax and Opie just started high school, they want to do older kids stuff, including the haunted house. This was one thing you always avoided, but you were sure you wanted to do this because Jax and Opie does.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Jax nudges you.

"I... I don't really feel too good. I think I ate too much funnel cake. I'll just wait for you guys," you reply.

"UGH! You know we can't leave you by yourself. You said you wanted to tag along so you have to do everything we're doing," your brother jumps in, annoyed.

A scream from inside the house spooks you, making you jump.

"Aww, are you scared?" Jax teases.

"N-no," you lie.

Opie rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Come on, it won't be that scary. I'll protect you, squirt."

Jax puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in closer, giving the top of your head a little tousle before guiding you inside the haunted house and following Opie who is leading the group. Once you enter, you cautiously walk through the loud and dark maze. Opie suddenly jumps and screams, making you shriek and grasp onto Jax, but then your brother starts laughing.

"Haha! Spooked ya!" He says, pointing at you.

"It's not funny!" You throw a weak punch at his arm.

"Then why am I laughing?" he taunts.

"Alright, come on, keep it moving," Jax jumps in to break up the sibling squabble, pushing Opie along.

"Stay close behind me, alright?" Jax tells you, guiding you behind him.

You grab onto the back of his shirt as you all continue to walk through. Your eyes dart around while being super vigilant and alert, also looking ahead at your brother in front to see if anything might scare him. The creepy music and inability to see things well in front of you add to the fright. A random hiss from behind you makes you curl up against Jax's back even more. You feel Jax's hand reach back, touching your hip like he's feeling around for something. He then turns to look over his shoulder.

"Hold my hand."

You look down and slip your hand into his while the other still fists his shirt. When Jax turns a corner, he takes a sudden small step back, stumbling into you, as his free arm guides you to remain behind him and now stepping sideways.

"Stay behind me," he instructs you.

You continue to follow him while using him as a shield. The sound of a chainsaw next to you makes you shift in the opposite direction. You feel Jax's hand squeezing yours to let you know you're safe. This feels like a never-ending maze. You start to notice a scent that comforts you. Leaning into Jax's shirt, you stick your nose into it and take a sniff. You don't know if it's the laundry detergent Gemma uses or something else, but it's distracting you from all the terror. After a few more turns and focusing your attention on Jax's scent, you finally make it out of the haunted house unscathed.

"Was that it? See, it wasn't so bad, was it? There wasn't anything really-- AHH!"

Opie gets frightened by a clown seemingly popping out of nowhere and his immediate reaction is to punch it.

"Is... is he dead?" you ask, peeking out from behind Jax with wide eyes, after seeing the clown face down on the dirt unmoved.

Opie gives it a gentle nudge with his booted toe.

"It's a fucking doll," Opie replies, then gives it a swift kick. "Fuck you."

"Looks like you're the one who only got spooked," you laugh.

Opie fakes a lounge at you and you jump back hiding behind Jax, shrieking. Jax instinctively steps between you and Opie, reaching his arms back again to protect you.

"Alright, let's go do the Terror Drop next." Jax suggests the ride where you get dropped from a great height.

"Um, I'm afraid of heights," you tell him.

"We'll do this together. You can hold my hand again," Jax says. "I promise you're gonna love it."

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Opie says as he dashes off.

You and Jax then start chasing after Opie.

[lamarkeu]

Episode Summary: Myungho is left home alone with his kids for the first time since their youngest was born allowing his wife to go on a much needed break.

Genre: Fluff (and minor angst)

Masterlist for SVTTROS Series

a/n: Mentions of divorce and child custody (TW)

Italics: Narrators Boo Seungkwan (BS) and Lee Minhyuk (LM)

Bold: Staff

Regular: What family member says / what camera films during the show

Listen To: Wonder by Standing Egg

BS: The Return of Superman, Episode 3 “I Think I Love You ” Part 2.

LM: This condo is absolutely breathtaking. The simple black and whites give off the vibe of modern minimalist layout. Once we pull back the floor to ceiling curtains the high ceilings warm up the space by revealing various artwork once hidden in shadow.

The living room is impeccably clean, for a second your daughter, Luna, is shown laying on her stomach adjacent to her younger brother Minho. The two take turns patting away at the foot of a massive teddy bear they received from their uncle Seungkwan.

BM: Ahh! I know who this is.

LM: Really? I haven’t been able to guess because I’ve been so busy admiring the artwork, it looks like Superman is either an art collector or a painter.

The camera captures how the kitchen perfectly overlooks the living room. Such a small detail can make a world of difference when you’re taking care of children. Zooming in closer towards the opened kitchen the audience sees a pair of hands chopping away on the counter top not going past the wrist level.

“What gift should we give Jeongwoo?” a voice asked before transferring the chopped carrots and onions into a bowl.

“Traditionally speaking clothes and Money should be fine. We’re not part of the intermediate family so we can avoid things like gold.” A second lower voice could be heard off screen, the camera capturing him boiling a pot of water.

“Sounds perfect,”she agrees before placing her used knife and cutting board into the sink as she adds, “I’ll stop by the bank on the way home.” She places her apron on a hook inside their pantry door. Dusting off herself from the ingredients she prepared for her husband to cook while she’s gone. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with them?”

“I promise, now go enjoy spending time with your friends. It’s about time you get a break.” A smile of adoration appears on his face before he leans down to give him a kiss just as the cameras pull up to show their face.

BS: Welcome Seventeen’s kind lead dancer and renowned painter Xu Minghao and renowned makeup artist Y/L/N Y/N. Hyung and Noona I missed seeing you!

LM: Myungho! What a sweet husband.

“Hyungsik might stop by, he said Luna left her project that’s due tomorrow at his house.” Y/N continued as she puts on her shoes in the foyer.

“Okay, I’ll keep an eye on the door camera.”

“See you later babies, I love you.” She calls to her kids with warmth in her voice after kissing her husband on the cheek.

Luna is heard yelling from the living room, “Bye mom, I’ll take care of bàba and didi while you’re gone.”

“That’s my girl. I’m so lucky to have you as my daughter.”

“Hello I’m Seo Myungho better known as Xu Minghao. I am one of Seventeen’s artists. I’m also more proudly known as Luna and Mingyue father.”

“Hi. I’m Y/L/N-Park Luna. I’m five years old. I have a baby brother name Ming Yue. I want to become a artist like my bàba.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m a professional make up artist by trade and a passionate skincare business owner. Im also the mother of these beautiful babies. Thank you for inviting our family onto this show I’m a huge fan so this is a dream come true.”

How did you meet?

“I was doing some solo promotions while our Korean members were in the military. Originally I had a makeup artist through PLEDIS but she was about to go on maternity leave. I asked around my friends if they knew anyone that would be willing to take a temporary position. Dokyeom’s wife got in contact with me and relayed how great Y/N was.”

“I worked with Dokyeom doing stage makeup for musical theater since he played King Arthur. I got a message from Lee Y/N asking about Myungho and I immediately said yes. We’ve met before in passing and with other people so I took it as an opportunity for a better introduction.”

“She did quite the job helping with my appearance but also helped calm my nerves when I performed on different stages. Without that introduction I don’t think we would’ve found love the way we did.”

When did you realize you wanted to introduce Myungho to Luna?

“It was pretty early on. I was very upfront about having recently gone through a divorce. Being the amazing man he is, Myungho knew Luna was first priority and wasn’t scared of that.”

“If it were up to me I would’ve met her as soon as we started going out together but, I knew how delicate their situation was, especially because they were figuring out the custody arrangements.”

“Ultimately they did meet in person after 2 years. He was amazing at soothing my concerns and ultimately made me realize that he was in this relationship for the long haul.”

“We officially dated after that, got married and had Mingyue this year.”

What has co-parenting been like for you?

“It’s the best thing I could’ve asked for. I’ve always loved the idea of having a kid and Luna really made me enjoy that even more. I love seeing her grow and figure out who she is. At the end of the day on paper she may not be my biological daughter but in my eyes she will always be my little girl. I have Hyungsik Hyung and Y/N to thank for that.”

“Hyungsik and I much to people’s disbelief ended things on good terms. Now that we’re both remarried I hope that people show us respect for our blended family. I can’t speak for him but I know he’s really thankful for Myungho being another amazing father figure in Luna’s life. I’m so thankful that even when disagreements occur that they look past that because of their love for Luna.”

Do you have any messages for our viewers?

“I know netizens have had their misconceptions of who I am and the relationships I’ve had. I don’t blame them I hope through this show however, they’re able to rewrite their perceptions of myself and my family.”

“Y/N is an amazing mother and partner. To see how the media has manipulated this to benefit their own interests has been something we’ve been trying to fight against. I’m so grateful for the support given to us from my members, carats, Y/N’s fans, and our families for being so supportive during this time. Without you guys I don’t think we would’ve had the courage to share our love story to the public. My goal for our time on this show is to heal from the damages inflicted onto us in the past and expose our viewers to our family dynamic. Ultimately if we help even a single person to become open to blended families like ours I can proudly say that we’ve done our job.”

[fallingforel]

PROMPTMAS DAY 6- Gingerbread house- Sam fender

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so sorry this has taken me so long i have had a super busy week. i have no idea how im meant to get 6 more out by christmas day. but enjoy. el xx

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It was christmas eve, Sam’s and I’s second christmas as a married couple fourth together. We were currently at my family house on the outskirts of newcastle in the countryside and we were having our traditional gingerbread house making competition. Every year the couples of the extended family take part in a gingerbread house competition of recreating their own houses, the ones who were single were either judges or teamed up with another singleton and created one of the pairs house, when we were younger and for the kids currently they usually help with their parents, sometimes they help judge, but it’s usually the competiveness that stops them from participating, This year sam and I were announcing our pregnancy during this years competition, it was a great way to announce it. My sister and Brother were the judges this year for the fourth time in a row, because naturally they were the only singletons of the L/N family left.

“Welcome to the annual L/N gingerbread house making competition. Okay as always Y/B/N and I are the judges because we have had way too many dates gone wrong this year. you know the rules by now for those who have forgotten it’s as follows, we make the gingerbread cook them, do our annual presents giving for those who won’t be here tomorrow. We then come back, build the houses and by 9pm tonight we have a winner. Jeanie i’m routing for you this year” my sister jokes,great aunt jeanie was always the one to make hers the least realistic as she had a wild imagination and was a cake creator so she brought in ideas that she wanted to try out, she’s usually last place.

“Okay enough, Can we get on with it?” My dad says “yep go start making your gingerbread” My sister says becoming bored and going back to her phone, I must ask her later what that’s all about she’s been glued to the bloody thing all morning.

“we’re bound to win this year” Sam whispers next to me. “Oh for sure this pregnancy announcement is gonna blow the roof of everyone’s” I whisper making sure to keep quiet, not wanting to spoil the surprise. “You make the house, I’ll make the people and fence as always?” I say to him “Yeah we’re bound to win this darling” He says next to me before placing a kiss on my cheek.

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1 hour later and all the gingerbreads were in the ovens, and we were all gathered in the living room to open presents.

“Y/n and sam this one’s yours” My little cousin passed me a rather large present placing it in front of us.

by the time all the presents had been placed in front of everyone and had a pile.

“great aunt jeanie, open yours from us first” I say, “Okay darling, what have you gotten me this year? another phone” “mum that was one year, And they did it as a favour to me because you cannot be sending me letters every time you need me to be popping to the shop besides it was only a landline. open it anyway i’m not having this conversation” My aunt Lucy replies.

She rips the present open “awwh how lovely” she holds up the square cardboard where sam’s face sat “we knew how much you wanted to listen to sam’s music but didn’t know how to work a cd player and music online so we got you the hypersonic missiles vinyl, the seventeen going under one is to follow if you like the first one, jeanie” I say.

“how thoughtful. I think it’s only right if you open my one to you two” “which one is it?” sam asks moving his hand from my thigh to reach to the floor “the rectangle one.” “ahh found it” he says picking it up off the floor and placing it in my lap I open it and it’s a reed diffuser with mine and sam’s initial on it placed in a love heart “Oh this is cute and thoughtful” I say “Lucy found it on the face book. she already got you guys something so she got that from me to you” “It’s not preowned before you ask some woman makes them, and i asked her to make one for you guys” “oh thank you, even if it was preowned it still would’ve been thoughtful” I say

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After all the presents were done we went back into the kitchen and started building our house, sam and I had disguised the pregnant gingerbread into a normal gingerbread person and created two little balls and passed them off as “snowballs” that were going to be incorporated into the gingerbread people throwing them.

“okay do you remember how to build the house, you forgot last year.” I say “i didn’t forget i forgot to bring the sheet i write it down on and had to remember how to build it from memory and i also had to remember how our house looks from the outside. “Still can’t believe you forgot what our house looks like” “we had just moved it was difficult” sam says “whatever, it’s not too late to divorce you” I say in a whisper knowing that if anybody heard the D word it would cause a riot. “might i remind you that your pregnant with my baby” he whispers back in my ear.

we had built the house and had to wait 5 minutes until we could start decoration it so i decided to create the pregnant gingerbread while we waited.

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2 hours later and our gingerbread house was done we used white dripping icing for the snow on the roof, black fondant for the gutter chimney and arial, white fondant for our front door gold fondant for the doorknob beige fondant for our steps, green fondant for the bushes over the gingerbread fences, and then outside the front was the two gingerbread people holding hands stood on the doorstop, with the pregnant and at the base of the house was icing writing that read “welcome baby fender due summer 24”

“Okay times up, we need 30 minutes to judge everyone’s and come up with a winner. so please excuse yourself”

once everyone had vacated the kitchen about 30 seconds later, a loud “OH MY GOD, THERES NO WAY!” sam and i giggled to ourselves before subtly high fiving.

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half an hour later we were all gathered back into the kitchen.

“Okay, so we have a clear winner. announcing their PREGNANCY. yes. PREGNANCY. which has been a first and I certainly hope it’s not the last… I mean we’ve had marriages, divorces. that was a weird one, bless carol i miss her. but never a pregnancy. so for that. Congratulations to the fenders you won this years annual gingerbread house competition” a chorus of “oh my gosh”’s and “awwh congrats” and applauses but sam and i were in our own world hugging and him placing kisses on my cheek.

“this time next year you’ll all have a baby fender to spoil.”

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[lionessshychai]

Wildflower Intro:

“All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” -Picasso.

There's nothing quite like the smell of a Spring day when it's raining. The scientific term for that lovely scent is "Petrichor".  It's beautiful how that seems to happen in any given part of the world, but spring in Seoul hits differently. That delicious scent meets the welcoming perfume of cherry blossoms and everything seasoned with gochujang. It's refreshing and sweet, and then, at the last second, a peppery smoke hits you in the face with a hot burst of red chili just to see if you're paying attention.  It's one of those things you need to experience to really understand.

This is my second trek to South Korea since I earned my business and marketing degree two years ago, a feat that even I didn't think I'd pull off in time, much less what everyone in my family expected.

Wasn't I supposed to be a famous artist when I grew up? My many works on display for my visitors to admire while they drank their espresso out of tiny mugs and stared at, fixing their postures in intellectual poses while muttering wise interpretations. "Ahh, this one speaks to my subconscious self".  -Big dreams when you're eight and see the world through a swirly straw.

  I grew up in a typical middle-class American family. Not exactly well-off, just the kind of family that eats tuna casserole a few times a month and never goes on vacation, unless you count the two-hour drive to Kalaloch Beach every summer. We'd play in the tide pools and make a pitstop at Kurt Kobain's hometown on the drive up. (A request always given by my older brother, Oliver who worshipped Nirvana.) My younger brother, Tan, was content in his oblivion playing Gameboy the whole trip, and not usually a bit bothered to get out of the car to see the shoreline. I sketched everything I possibly could into my ratty old Batz Maru sketchbook that was held together precariously by a hair tie. I'd sketch the outline of the boulders sitting like giants in the tide as the waves lapped their edges, the tall cedar trees lining the shore, the seabirds diving and weaving through the salty, foggy air.

Carefree days at the shore were replaced with practical notions like "income" and "livelihood" during junior year and dimmed my creative sparkles. “No one can live on an artist’s income, Mags, no matter how good you think you ar,.” Dad told me. Well, dad, thanks for the vote of confidence.

A few spins around the sun, countless all-nighters, and a mountain of student debt later,  I somehow wound up with an MBA in International Marketing. Honestly, It's still crazy to see "Maggie Marsden has been awarded the Masters of Business Administration- Marketing and Strategy..." hanging on my wall in its pretty brushed gold frame, and yet, I had a feeling that I still hadn't quite washed all the oil paint out from under my fingernails.

 I still love art, but my sketchbook must be collecting dust somewhere beneath a pile of textbooks and graph paper stained by rings of French Roast.

I started basic Korean about a year ago when my bestie Hana got me hooked on watching K-dramas. Her family is Korean-American and she grew up speaking the language.  She's been spending the last two weeks quizzing me with her homemade “Hana Hangul” cards. I feel lucky that I absorb it well.  I am by no means fluent in anything but English and Spanish, but I'm a quick study.  Long story short, I now work for Focus Marketing and Advertising. They needed someone with a fresh college mind and a happy tongue to go to Seoul and brainstorm some promo for one of their artists. My would-be client is an artist known in South Korea as an "idol" :

(Korean: 아이돌; RR: Aidol) refers to a type of celebrity working in the field of K-pop music in fandom culture in South Korea, either as a member of a group or as a solo act. K-pop idols are characterized by the highly manufactured star system that they are produced by and debuted under, as well as their tendency to represent a hybridized convergence of visuals, music, fashion, and dance.

This particular idol is releasing their first solo album. The record label is currently facing a need to improve their image and generate positive media attention to boost album sales internationally.

So, their people work with my people to create something that works for both record sales, merchandise, and various other necessities for the success of both the label and the artist. 

I asked my younger brother, Tan to keep an eye on things at my place while I was gone and to occasionally water my Monstera plant "Lizzo" that sits in my front entryway. I've had her since junior year of college and now, her big ass takes up most of the foyer. I called Tan one more time before my plane started taxiing the runway at SEATAC airport.   

“You have ONE job, Tan! Lizzo needs you!” I reminded him for the zillionth time that the lock on the front door is funny and you have to pull on the knob as you turn the key.  I could hear Tan’s eyes roll through the phone. 

 “Anything else?” he mumbled sleepily. 

 “Yeah, get your ass up, it’s almost six.”  Little bro is a senior in high school and is aiming high for UCLA, though I don't see him earning that scholarship since he's screwed around so much. Mom and Dad couldn't afford that tuition in a million years.  He'd be lucky to get into any community college at this point.

Tan groaned.  “Fuck. I’m up, I'm up. Hey Mags, bring me back a shitload of Buldak. You know, the ramen with the fire-breathing rooster on it?”

 "You know there's an H-Mart in Tacoma, don't you?  They have a shitload just for you.  You can stop by after you visit Gram Saturday and give her those old copies of Vogue I put on the entryway table. It's the glass one with the Chagall vase and the photo of Dad at Pike market." 

I could audibly detect his mockery after I spoke the word "vase".

 “vahhhhzzz.” He snickered.

 "Tan, you shit! Did you hear anything else I said? Glass table." I huffed.

  "Yeah, yeah, I know the one.  I'll stop by your place after the gym." He then wished me a 'good flight, no puke’ and ended our very cordial call.

Preparing my anxiety for takeoff, I opened a playlist named "Chill Cello" on Spotify.  I stared blankly at the flight attendant going through the safety spiel while I sat in a basket of nerves. I've flown dozens of times, why does this never get easier? I always end up white-knuckled with sweaty palms and I probably look like death because the flight attendants always check on me, asking how I'm doing with a very concerned tone in their voice. They immediately offer the premium beverages, and without fail, I usually get a whiskey highball and konk out 30 minutes into the flight. Off we go. I'm fine...

[rubber-ball-core67]

Okay, I don’t really want to get into this but I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t say anything. So, this is a very heavy dump- scroll if overly-political things and homophobia bother you please-

Anyway, this is basically a long winded, unneeded explanation on why a dumb ahh anime made me realize how poor my relationship with my parents is.

Since I was “old enough” to be around politics I guess, the adults in my family had to problem being very open about their opinions. I remember being 9 and hearing these hateful things about queer people (and some stereotyping things). It severely impacted how I saw these people, without fully understanding what was happening around me.

‘How does this tie into an anime?’

I remember first watching AOT with my brother when I was younger. I think only season 1 or 2 was out by then. We dropped it even though I wanted to continue- it was ‘too gory’- which is totally understandable. Anyway, when I picked it back up and got to the Marley arc, I remember thinking how I couldn’t relate to Connie trying so hard to get his mother back to normal. I have an old writing in my notes app, so I’ll just write that here.

I think I realized my issues when I couldn’t understand why Connie would do something drastic for his mother. I just can’t get it. Why would he do that? I’ve never really seen my mother (or father really) as someone to look up to. I never got why they were “above” me. They’re a human, right? Why do I need to obey everything some other human says because they slept together. I was a “surprise child.” (They said that to me.) God, it’s so gross. I know it’s not exactly in her story, but I think that’s another reason I relate to Gabi. I was told that the “bad guys”, or queer people to me, are bad even though that’s what I am. I used to be such a hateful person against so many people because of what I overheard. I just understand being a young girl, especially one surrounded by propaganda. I’m not saying would shoot, kill, and brag about killing a queer person, but I remember thinking that they were evil. It makes me so upset to think that I ever had that mindset.

I wrote that before even finishing it. It’s over a YEAR OLD.

I know it’s probably bad taste to post this on Election Day, but I have a video from this Halloween of my parents being so political that I had to take the bowl from them and give the kids candy myself. Afterwards, I sat outside (right behind them AND NEIGHBORS) and cried. I had tears running down my face and was sniffling. They didn’t notice. The most I got was “Do you want to go inside?” Until I HAD to look at my father. All he said was “Are you crying?” then nothing else. I went inside and sobbed more.

Literally today I had to turn my music up so loud that I was visibly cringing out how loud it was. I could still hear whatever my mother was watching.

Anyway, enjoy these photos from Halloween.

[maguro13-2]

SHATTERED HERO ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Finale (1/11) ~

"After manty time traveling events to put a stop on their common foes...We formed an alliance with the Sailor Senshi scouts who were the supposed to the targets for Dark Nebula's conquest, that failed. the men that he dealt with have been very greedy for a one-eyed star of eerie darkness and has committed their sins."

"But thanks to Homura Akemi's efforts, 2006 will might clear the events and all evidence of the Solaris Incident will never make it happen."

[Separation - Masamichi Amano]

Minako : Hey, Usagi. Now that the big bads are gone, what's gonna happen to our old foes when true archnemesis is planning on retiring as a villain soon? Should we the Sailor Scouts planning on keeping the dangers out of us?

Usagi : Hmmm...You know what, Minako? I suggested bad things in the 90s has ever happened to us, Men like them are such disgusting pigs that has ever wanted to ruin our reputation same goes to my brother. Although he did try to battle with us before Dark Nebula killed him. But it's all good now that he's gone and I was the one who ended his life. But I didn't mean that and me Usagi is the only one left that is ever in the Tuskino name as Serenity. So, umm, yep.

Minako : That's gladly to hear. Anyways there's seems to be a black hole that Daroach or Dark Nebula went off. So we gotta prepare our training for the final battle. This could be our final effort on saving the galaxy before everything gets easily be in the palms of Demon Vibe's hands.

Usagi : I know. At least we have dessert in the freezer s storage. Who knows about that Shingo heartless actually a doppelganger.

Minako : So that Shingo that tried to corrupt us was another heartless doppelganger? So then...Where's the real Shingo?

Usagi : About that.

Minako : Usagi? Where is your brother?

Usagi : He was supposed to be dead. And I never that a doppelganger of him was just a heartless.

Minako : Then what happened to your brother?

(cuts to Shingo in a freeze room, where had been frozen inside of a big block of ice)

Minako : You mean he's been frozen for what?!

Ikuko : About 15 years since our debut. He wasn't killed by the Toguro brothers and that heartless that was killed was actually his doppelganger.

Minako : How the heck did that happened? Who would freeze him by accident?

Ikuko : Well...

*flashback*

Yukina : So, you're Usagi's younger brother. How funny than you can be thirteen years old and I'm older you. So you want to be nasty little Shota boy so that you can make your humiliated, am I correct?

Shingo : Not really? People make fun of me saying that I harass my sister and then I had make a harem out of this to be myself. I just realize that I called Peter Griffin a dorky fat numb nuts!

Yukina : Hey, that's not cool!

Shingo : My friends just called that Kuwabara is a poop nose!

Ikuko :Shingo! Where are your manners! Sorry about that. You see he gets into the thirteen year-old stuff about that of making on his thirteenth birthday. But I'm glad that you officially did the babysitting thing.

Yukina : My pleasures.

Ikuko : So, will there be extra charges on how do you plan to give us the heat of this feeling before Usagi comes home?

Yukina : I got this weird cold feeling about my brother and all...to think about that. It's this allergy season that I...Ah...Ahh...ACHOOO!

*DBZ SFX : Explosion*

Yukina : Oops.

*flashback ends*

Usagi : Wait, so my brother isn't dead.

Ikuko : Nope. It was a non canon move. So that's why Yukina had to baby sit your brother and I even have to come back before she literally froze us over a year by sneezing to making it about "2000 years later."

(siren wailing)

Usagi : That idiotic snow cone! She frozed my house on purpose! I'm sorry! But I believe to be having some insurance for all of that amnesia crap! This sucks![hears door opens]

[Moonlit Army - Konami Music Center]

Ami : Usagi! Usagi! Terrible news!

Usagi : Ami! What happened?! What is it?

Ami : It's Chibiusa and Mamoru. They've been captured by a recolored Shadow!

Usagi : A what?

Ami : I thought Luna told us that Shingo the heartless has been coming to HQ. But turns out that heartless that came to attack us was a diversion. And also he gave this to you!

Usagi : What's this? (A hologram of Mephiles appears)

Mephiles : Superheroes! I've been waiting for you!

[Mephiles' Whisper - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Usagi : You! You used the Darkside heartless as a distraction! You took Chibiusa and Tuxedo Man didn't you! He had been in suspended animation for 15 years! What couldn't you be more happy? Hope you die or something!

Mephiles : I have captured in the palm of hands and I've got them hostage. You'll do something cool if you want to find out.

Usagi : Alright, dweeb. What do you want from us, superheroes?

Mephiles : The Time Eater's relative. It came on the hunt to seek me down and when I do, I will destroy it in my awakening for the final curtain call. If you would save these four hostages that are needed to be saved, then come to the Dusty Desert Zone through the gate. Come, you will know the pain and suffering to these loved ones if you will not give in my demands.

Usagi : What happens if our demands are not met within the next 24 hours?

Mephiles : They'll drown in Darkness forever and enjoy the pain and suffering. They are the best teachers they've ever known to succumb.

Usagi : Okay! I'll be there soon! *CRUSH!* You'll pay for that, Sega. That is I promise.

"meanwhile back in Flame Core..."

[Mephiles Phase 1 - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Homura Akemi : So, finally we meet.

Mephiles : You there. You must be the Time Eater's relative.

Homura Akemi : Listen up, recolor. You better talking to me face-to-face when I see you dropped dead and never talk alot of sh** about you blowing the worlds away. Whether it's Real World or Sonic's.

Mephiles : Indeed. But can you tell me that you are sent from the future to fix this year's greatest mistake that has been ever made?

Homura Akemi : That's right. I am Homura Akemi. You are the second of son of Amaterasu. I knew everything about this incident caused by the Duke of Soleanna. There was something going on when the Time Stone from Miracle Planet had something to do with time and space. Father Time knew exactly what are your plans was. These conspiracies and theories of the death of Elise were only a stage. A setup caused by your manipulation! That's called deception! In Mortal Kombat, they say that "Damashi" is japanese for "Deceive" and "Deception".

Mephiles : Rhetorical question, girl. But I have been deceiving Silver into killing the one in the past just to let you know that I am receiving the opportunity of making three hedgehogs fight each other. And then my plan is to target the one to kill.

Homura Akemi : That's your plan. Making someone to die and then make someone consume the despair. You got that Sephiroth? Sephiroth told you that!?

Mephiles : It's true. Sephiroth is the giver to humanity's despair, how it happened in the old world of Shinra Kusakabe before Soul World's existence. Whether Real World dies or the universe of it will cease to exist.

Homura Akemi : And I believe that the Ohkuboverse's core was none other than Demon Vibe. And hope was actually the gift of light from Angel Vibe.

Mephiles : True that! Their research on the Kusakabe Legacy is worth every hero's life that something that needed to be lost and thrown all of it away!

Homura Akemi : No way! I will never loose to the likes of you! The Real World is for everyone and not the Ohkuboverse! the Mashimaverse is truly the universe of all fantasies that they will never wake up to real life!

Mephiles : And guess what. That so called Kishin that threatens to corrupt the entire planet was nothing more than a heartless decoy, a puppet controlled by Demon Vibe.

Homura Akemi : The Kishin that Shinigami caused was a heartless, and the original Asura was part of the Kusakabe, Necrodeus killed him. Demon Vibe wanted the power so badly, the galaxy will be in the palm of his hands!

Mephiles : Kids these days! I am running out of time! I don't have time for this! (Creates time barrier to teleport away)

"later..."

Homura Akemi : Hey, get back here! (goes into the Time Barrier)

[Central Park - New York, USA]

[Empire City (Night) - Fumie Kumatani]

Liz Thompson : Man! 2006 is always like this. Ever since the 2006 winter olympics, I still don't get what happened to Nevada. It's like the state that was never really means home to us. But I thought we the Mabuki were created by Shotaro to defend these the inhabitants of earth. We're not even that kind. It feels like that the Mabuki were a tool to the devil's legacy and the will of it's own.

Patty Thompson : I'm glad this Soul Eater thing is way out of our league, It's just the two of us being together after what really happened on that terrible night.

Liz Thompson : Glad that every culture is diverse and we the people are not the ones who wanted a fair fight. Believe it or not, we humans are tools to defend humanity from the forces of what, Evil? Yeah that is what Mermaid Man would want to say that. Every Villain Is Lemons.

Patty Thompson : I guess your right. Every Villain is Lemons. Superheroes are the true defenders of humanity and not us. We tools of Shinra's kind is totally stupid and that's why Ashley's kind was the victim of their confusion and of course, deception.

Liz Thompson : Which why needed things to avoid ourselves from getting into that dangerous situation!

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Excuse me, but are you two the Thompsons?

Liz Thompson : Yeah that's us. And you are...

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : I'm Tsubaki Nakatsukasa of the Nakatsukasa Family. I am an agent of the Japanese government.

Liz Thompson : Hold up. You're Tsubaki Nakatsukasa? You must be a friend of Maka or something.

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Friends to Maka? We were never friends to Maka or the Maka Albarn that we were never friends in the past.

Liz Thompson : ....Say what?

~ Act 26 : Deceive in Damashi ~

[davinashifts333]

DATING KIM NAMJOON PT. 1:

⚫️summary; what I think dating Nam-Joon is like based off my initial thoughts on this gorgeous man & just how I believe he’s gonna be in my Fame DR (yes reality shifters are welcome here. gang gang.)

⚠️warnings; fluff, Joonie being a cutie, teef rotting FLUFF with Joonie, Kim Nam-Joon, Nam-Joon, implied smut, some swearing, Nam-Joonah, etc. 18+ so gtfo if you’re not. k thx bye.

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-being best friends with the Bangtan boys.

-being like the little sister to them especially because they love to tease you about yours and Joonie’s relationship.

-“Ahh! Y/n and NamJoon! Make him and Appa Y/n! NamJoon, marry her. NamJoon, aren’t you soooo lucky? She’s perfect for you ah? Y/n isn’t he just so handsome? Wow. You scored the big guy.” -Mostly Jin and Hobi but also Jungkook.

-Jungkook loving that you’re younger than him so that makes you the official maknae of the group (because since you got the PIPES, they let you sing vocals on some tracks with them & welp, they made you an honorary Bangtan Member).

-V being like the male version of you so you both consider each other brother and sister.

-being a maknae & all the hyungs being over protective of you especially because they see you as their “little sister”.

-being Jimin’s go to pillow because he loves seeing NamJoon jealous.

-You knowing Korean but not saying anything until you start scaring the boys with full on convos in Korean;

-“야, 우리 오늘 뭐해? (ya, uli oneul mwohae?/hey, what are we doing today?)” -Y/n

-“도대체 한국어를 어떻게 알아요? (dodaeche hangug-eoleul eotteohge al-ayo?/how the hell do you know korean?)” -Hobi

-“마법? 어떻게 생각해 바보. (mabeob? eotteohge saeng-gaghae babo./magic? what do you think fool?)” -Y/n

-the Bangtan boys being so fascinated with how you are so similar to Joonie but also so different from him.

-“V was making fun of me today, he said you make me more confident and some how more clumsy.” -Joonie

-“He’s not wrong. You broke a vase when I said hi last week. Then? You went to a photoshoot and killed it. I’d like to take credit for the last part… Not the vase though.” -Y/n

-Driving everywhere because Joonie CANNOT be trusted with a driver’s license.

-Calling Namjoon; Appa, Joonie, Nam-Joonah, Namu, RM, RapMoni, Daddy Mon, etc.

-Namjoon calling you; his Baby, Flower, Darling, Sweetheart, Y/n/n, Babygirl, Princess, etc.

-S I Z E K I N K !

-D A D D Y K I N K !

-You, speaking fluent Korean, sometimes still mess up & he just says; “you’re doing great baby, keep going.”

-LIKE SIR. UNALIVE ME RIGHT NOW!

-T H I G H K I N K !!!

-you working out with Joonie but not being able to keep up because this fool likes to be FIT & you just wanna be healthy, not a muscle builder.

-Art Museum Dates. 🥺

-featuring in some BTS & RM songs.

-him writing songs/raps about you & then performing them but before he starts he says; “This one is for My Girl, who’s stood by me at my worst, or what I believe is my worst but she helps me understand is just the lower moments in life that she makes brighter by being at my side.”

-being THE BEST of friends with the Bangtan boys & them always mimicking little habits you have.

-painting Joonie’s nails.

-dyeing your hair & using the remainder on Joonie, so you end up matching.

-THE BEST CUDDLES EVER.

-traveling everywhere where there’s good museums or thick luscious forests so you & Joon can get away from the crazy reality you both live.

-due to you having your own music career, you write songs about Joon which the boys mess with you about.

-“Ahhhh, look at this single, 2017?! THIS WAS BEFORE YOU STARTED DATING! NAMJOONAH LISTEN! SHE WAS ALREADY SMITTEN!” -Jin

-“Jin NO! SHUT IT OFF!” -Y/n chasing Jin with a weapon (not really a weapon more like a big add pillow that would knock him on his ass).

-i really, HEAVILY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY believe Joonie would have a kink about seeing you in his clothes so when you’re usually alone you wear biker shorts & a big sweater of his that fits you damn near like a dress & he is just flustered the whole time.

-“You know? I kind of like the feeling of not having to wear anything under here.” -Y/n teasing Namjoon.

-“That’s enough. Go to my room. I’ll be there in 10.” -Joon whispering in Y/n’s ear.

-B E S T S E X E V E R.

-passionate sex where he admired every inch of your body simply because he’s claimed it as his & no one can make him feel what you can & vice versa.

-the boys teasing you about your size;

-“Namjoonah, are you sure you’re being careful with her, she’s tiny. Y/N! COME! Stand right here. Namjoonah you next to her.” -Jin being the hyung he is.

-“Jinhyung please stop. I KNOW she’s tiny. Bu-” -Jin lifts his finger automatically hushing Joon.

-“JIMINIE! Assume your position.” He shouts & Jimin is not between you & Joon.

-“Ahhh yes. Just as I suspected. Jimin is taller. Wow. How have you not broken her Namjoonssi?” -Jin, with a very serious look on his face.

-“Are we done now? I may me tiny… But I will kick your ass…” -Y/N as she glared at the boys.

-they all burst into laughter because of how funny she looks, arms crossed, furrowed eyebrows and all.

-dating Namjoon is just so pure & full of love yet so passionate & dirty at times.

-LIKE WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN IS SO FINE. SO SCRUM-DILLY-ICIOUS!! 🥺🔫

-he is so sweet & gentle at times but when he’s had a tough day or us upset about something he will come in through the front door, straight face & all, ready to either tear you apart or devour you, or both.

-buys you a matching bonsai to his so you can both have them be a couple. 🥺

-dies a little when he sees you performing because he is just so fucking proud of you but also when he sees you in the crowd of his shows with the boys. he is so happy to see you standing with the other millions of people he loves with his entire heart. (obvi he loves you most but you know) he claims it makes him feel whole. the way you feel when you see HIM at your shows.

-in conclusion dating Kim Namjoon is literally a motherfucking gift, a blessing, a fucking miracle that you were touched to receive because he is just everything you ever wished for & so much more. it’s an everlasting love that you will tell your kids, grandkids & GREAT grandkids about.

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-MORE TO COME! HOPE YOU ENJOYED! 🫶🏼

[edna-skiffens]

The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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[twstarchives]

I Couldn’t Just Ignore It

Card: PE Uniform - R Characters: Kalim, Ortho, Idia (mentioned)

Chapter 1

—SPORTS FIELD—

Kalim: Ahh, I’m starving! Our fitness training was so hard today.

Hmm-hmm~♪ Alright, lunchtime~... huh?

That little kid over there is Idia’s younger brother Ortho, right?

Ortho: ......

Kalim: Hey, Ortho! Why are you moping around by yourself?

Ortho: Kalim Al-Asim-san... Hello...

Kalim: Hi... wait, hold on. What’s wrong? You look really down in the dumps.

I’m always here to talk if something’s bothering you!

Ortho: Well, the thing is, today Big Brother and I promised that we’d play outside together.

Kalim: Idia? Playing outside? That’s great!

Ortho: Mhm. We were planning to take the new drone he built out for a test run.

But I guess he narrowly missed out on getting the ranking rewards from his PC game...

And that made him very upset, so I came out here by myself.

Kalim: What’s up with him? All he did was lose a game... His promise to play with his little brother should be way more important.

Ortho: Don’t bad-mouth Big Brother!

Kalim: !!

Ortho: He’s nice, smart, and the best big brother ever. He’s only just a tiny bit weird...

Kalim: ...I hear you. He’s important to you—I’m sorry for bad-mouthing him.

Ortho: It’s okay. I’m just glad you understand.

Kalim: Hey, I know! How about you play with me instead of Idia?

Ortho: Huh? Is that okay?!

Kalim: Yeah! The best cure when you’ve got the blues is to party hard!

Alright, why don’t we play with that dro-thingy?! I’ve got no idea what we could do with it, though!

Ortho: I don’t mind anything as long as we’re playing together. We could do whatever you want, Kalim Al-Asim-san!

Kalim: Oh! Then why don’t we dance?

Ortho: Dance...?

Kalim: All you gotta do is dance to the music and your bad thoughts will go far, far away.

Ortho: Sounds fun! I’ve never danced before. I want to try it together!

I’ll install dancing data right now.

Kalim: ...“Install”?

Ortho: Mhm! My program doesn’t have any data on how to dance yet.

What kind of dance are we doing? Waltzing? Salsa? Breakdancing?

I’m not really sure, so I’ll just add all of it!

Kalim: You can learn anything immediately like that? That’s amazing!

But it’s no fun to do something perfectly right away.

Ortho: ...It’s not?

Kalim: Nope. The fun comes from practicing and slowly getting better and better at it!

Sure, you might not get it at first, but if you just sway your body to the music, you’ll figure something out.

Ortho: Hmm... But is it possible to learn that way? It’s not very efficient.

Kalim: It’ll work out! I promise I’ll stay with you until you learn how to dance.

Ortho: ......

...Hehe.

Kalim: Why are you laughing all of a sudden?

Ortho: No reason. I was just thinking that you’re very nice, Kalim Al-Asim-san!

Kalim: You think so?

I’ve got little brothers too. I couldn’t just ignore it when you looked lonely by yourself.

Ortho: I didn’t know you had little brothers!

Kalim: Yeah, a bunch of them! Another one was born just the other day.

I’ve got so many younger brothers and sisters that they could make up an entire dorm!

Ortho: Wow! You really have that many?

Kalim: And every single one of them is adorable.

Ortho: Ehehe. Kalim Al-Asim-san’s younger siblings must be very lucky!

(Growls)

Kalim: Ah! My stomach... Oh right, I still haven’t had lunch yet.

I’m going to go eat the lunch Jamil made before we start dancing. You should come with me!

Ortho: Okay!

Kalim: ...Speaking of, what do you usually eat everyday, Ortho?

[missmitchieg]

You're Surrounded by Love and You're Wanted - Ch 1

Now on ao3

The florescent lights overhead buzzed quietly as the blonde woman sat over the paperwork, trying to find another new family for a set of two kids; a sixteen year old boy and his thirteen year old brother. She sifted through families, leaving the occasional voicemail in between calls. She sighed as she hung up on the fourth "no", shaking her head.

She was determined to find a family for these kids. She had to. The boys had been through seven families in the last two years. They deserved better than that. She glanced at the door leading to the room where the boys were currently sleeping as it was still fairly early in the morning on a Saturday, taking another look through some phone numbers. She straightened up as a family caught her eye, dialing carefully.

"Molina residence. Ray speaking." A chipper voice said.

"Hi, Ray. This is Tasha from DCFS. I'm in the process of trying to find a family for these two kids and I see in your file, you're willing to take siblings. Is that right?" Tasha asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Ray confirmed happily.

"Ok, great! I just wanted to see if you would be interested in taking in two boys." Tasha smiled, running a hand through her pixie cut. "They are, ahh, a tricky placement."

"Alright." There was a slight noise as Ray slid his chair out and sat down. "Tell me about them."

"Um, it's an adoptive placement. Parental rights terminated almost two years ago. A sixteen year old, Reggie, and a thirteen year old, Stevie. Reggie has ADHD and Stevie has anxiety and selective mutism." She listed off, having learned the facts a year ago. "Their last family reported that Reggie can be quite loud and rebellious and Stevie has made a habit of midnight snacking and the one before that reported them both being very attached to each other." She warned him.

"Oh, I know what a teenager with ADHD is like. My daughter has it, too, and her boyfriend is the same way." Ray chuckled, waving it off. "Nothing I can't handle. And what about the boys' school situation?"

"The boys have a shared interest in music and have expressed that they would love to go to Los Feliz High." Tasha answered. "My understanding is they have to audition to be enrolled there."

"Yeah, that's right. I can arrange that." Ray assured her. "Do you happen to know if either of them have any allergies?" He asked.

"Oh, yes! Reggie is allergic to bee stings and Stevie is allergic to strawberries and pears."

"Alright. And would the boys be coming today?"

"Yes, sir." Tasha confirmed. "Is... This a yes?" She asked cautiously, careful not to celebrate early.

"This is a yes, ma'am. I'll take the boys." Ray grinned.

"Ok, great! Um, I'll get the boys to your home soon. In about two and a half hours."

"Alright. Thank you, Tasha."

Tasha grinned as she hung up the phone, silently rejoicing for a moment before she stood and walked toward the slightly creaky dark wooden door, pushing it open slowly to reveal two boys curled up in an army green colored cot bed with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles blanket. "Reggie. Hey, wake up, buddy." She whispered, gently shaking the boy.

"Hmm? Wha?" Reggie snorted, wiping drool from his chin. "Oh, hey, Tasha." He smiled tiredly. "Something happen?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"I found you a family." Tasha answered triumphantly but quietly, a grin on her face.

"Woah, what?" Reggie blinked, shaking his head to wake up faster.

"I made a couple of calls and a nice man named Ray Molina's agreed to take you in. Both of you." She clarified as Reggie paled slightly, terrified of the prospect of being separated from his little brother and best friend. "He's says he's happy to take you both today. He's got a daughter and a son a little younger than you and he says he'll arrange for you both to audition for the school you want."

Reggie felt a grin form on his face as he looked down and started to shake Stevie awake gently, patting his shoulder. "Stevie. Hey, buddy."

Stevie groaned as he was shaken awake, yawning softly. "Is the sky awake or is your head just buzzy today?" He joked, still snuggling into his blanket, one of the few things he chose to put in his backpack the day he was taken from his birth parents.

"Both, Donatello." Reggie smirked, gently smacking his shoulder.

Tasha chuckled at the sight and rolled her eyes fondly, adjusting the grey jacket over her shoulders.

"Tasha says someone wants to foster us." Reggie told Stevie, making him bolt up like a pop-tart coming out of a toaster.

"What?" Stevie grinned, suddenly wide awake. "You found a family?" He asked her when he noticed the woman standing there. Him verbally speaking to Tasha was a fairly recent development, having only begun seven months ago.

"Yeah. Took a lot of calls, but I found someone. He sounded like a sweetheart on the phone. I think you guys will like him and his kids." She told them, grabbing the doorknob. "I'll let you two get dressed and then you'll get some Wendy's for breakfast on the way to his place, ok?"

"Ok, Tash." Reggie grinned as he and Stevie grabbed their backpacks and pulled out random clothes to change into, pulling on old sneakers that as much as they were falling apart, the boys loved dearly. He pulled on a denim jacket a previous family had bought for a kid and let him keep, helping Stevie comb through his hair once he was dressed. "There we go."

Stevie smiled and pulled the door open, backpack slung over his left shoulder as Reggie shut the door behind them for what the three of them hoped was the last time, walking out to Tasha's car. The trio got their Wendy's breakfasts and ate excitedly on the way to the Molina household, talking about what they thought living with Ray would be like.

"You think he'll let us stay up late on weekends?" Stevie asked, biting into his chicken croissant.

"Oh, no way. He might be nice, but he'll probably be super strict about rules." Reggie snorted, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Which is exactly what boys like you need, Reggie." Tasha reminded him gently. "Did you remember to take your pill?"

"I'll take it when I'm done eating." Reggie said simply and Tasha shrugged, satisfied with that. She'd learned over the years it was smart to pick your battles with teenagers than to insist it was your way or the highway.

"So this guy married or single?" Stevie asked curiously, sipping his orange juice.

"His file said widowed." Tasha answered, sipping her iced coffee.

"Oh, yikes. That's sad." Stevie winced.

"Might not wanna bring that up when we meet him." Reggie winced as well, biting into a hash brown.

"Yeah, I wouldn't." Tasha grimaced, making a "cut it out" motion with her hand. "We're nearly there, by the way. It's the one night there." She pointed toward a pretty blue house with big, white window frames.

"Wow." Reggie breathed out as he saw the house and took it all in.

"Is Mr. Ray rich or something?" Stevie asked in disbelief that this was going to be his house for a while. This was one of the nicest places he'd ever seen!

"He's a photographer. Those guys make a lot of money." Tasha said.

"Woooaaaahhh..." Stevie stared at the house in a trance as they approached, the car coming to a stop in the drive way.

"Remember, boys. Be nice to him and his kids. You're gonna be going to school with them soon."

"We know, Tasha." Reggie chuckled.

"That means follow his rules and at least try to keep the sneaking out to a minimum, kid." Tasha gave him a look with no real heat behind it, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"Yes, ma'am." The boys said in unison and Reggie grinned and unbuckled his seat belt, grabbing Stevie's hand. "You ready for our next adventure, little brother?"

"Ready, Reggie!" Stevie nodded and they all climbed out of the car, taking deep breaths before walking to the door.

[thejellybeanboys]

Speaking of family, how’s just all your guy’s family situations in general since some of ya have mentioned being related to villains? Do the villains still commit crimes? What’s life like for ya non hero and villains peeps? If you feel comfortable sharing of course.

Otty: “Oh oh can I go first? I wanna talk about my daddy and mommy--”

Luis: “No I'm going first, I always do.”

Otty: “:( okay”

Luis: “Anyway uh... well actually I think I've given out most of the information about my family then anyone yet...so I guess I'll be more specific? Uh I'm actually the middle child. Mom and Dad had (unfortunately) three of us, Tori Lori (or well Anactoria*) is my older sister... she's such a show off, ugh a real people pleaser, sucks how she keeps trying to get me interested in her boring activities. Matty-- or well Matilda is my younger sister... she's pretty cool, we used to do everything together when we younger and I promised to be her ultimate big bro forever, only problem is that she's much more smarter and capable then I am so it's mostly her looking after me hehe. Uh I got tias and tíos...two grandmas from my father's side and an abuelo y abuela from mom's side. A bunch of cousins and some other weird family members. Oh! I have dogs! Five of them to be exact. Their names are--”

Codey: “Oh Gourd he's bringing up the dogs. time to move on before he infodumps about them for hours. (@Codeyy(/Command: mute @Not_W0rdgirl) ahh there. Uh I think I'm next?... Look All ya gotta know is that I live with my two Ma's and that's it. Lettuce your next.”

Hoagie: “Lettuce? Oh you mean me. Uh yeah sure! You already know that Chuck's my uncle and as my full name implies I'm the youngest sandwich making guy so far! My Dad is called Brent the Handsome Successful Everybody-Loves-Him Sandwich Making Guy and my mother was known as the villian Miss Question. I have two older siblings, the first is my sister Elaine and the second is Roochie my brother, Roochie is like me, dad, and Uncle Chuck while Elaine is more like our mom. I have one cousin, her name is Tammy, she's older and is pretty loud.”

Jeremy: “Oh Hoags the names of your family are so good...uh ah as for me.. nothing really impressive or noteworthy. I just got a normal family, run of the mill... pretty basic. Uh Mason you go next.”

Mason: “Hmm i got my Pops... he's called the Butcher! I had a grandpa potato but he passed away before I was adopted. And uh well I have a older sister or well *had* an older sister, she's alive not gone, but uh we uh don't talk about her anymore...”

Leroy: “yeesh this kinda getting depressing... let's make it worse.”

Cecil: “Aye Leroy...”

Leroy: “Me and Cecil here don't come from the same father, Mom lived in Puerto Rico with Cecil's father but divorced him, he kept custody of Cecil though, but soon she moved to here in Fair City and meet Dad, well he was Enrique and I's father. Oh yeah wait I forgot to mention Enrique...we have another brother, he's older then me but doesn't do much or even hang out especially when our dad passed years ago. Since Dad passed Mom wanted custody of Cecil again and fought to get her back, she did and Cecil just moved here a year ago. It's been okay...butt I guess Mom was just too lonely now and found herself another guy! Like Yippee just what she needed another man in her life!!”

Cecil: “Leroy...”

Leroy: “I mean what's even this guy's deal?! Just cause he's some burly big muscle guy who speaks weird and dresses like he's late for a fantasy convention--”

(Dragongurl34 (/command: mute @Music sniffer)

Cecil: “Sorry he was saying too much he always does that, but Yeah basically all of **that**.”

Otty: “...uhh..mhmm... I got a daddy...and mommy...and my older Cousin Big..”

Codey: “Oh this has gone great... good job everyone.” (sarcasm level: 89)

Wil-Liam: “.....pass?”

[pop-punklouis]

Hi babe 💗

(I'm answering both of yours in this one) it's fine! I figured you'd be resting up from the trip, I just wanted you to have a message anyways! I hope you managed to get in some nice relaxed time.

Oh yes. We form a good chunk of ourselves when we're young through observation. You grow up and you can see the ways in which you often mirror your parents, it's crazy.

I get that though. Somedays when I wanna read I get through like a few pages and I fall asleep. Or I'm just not in the mental space to read even though reading is my absolute fav thing to do. Maybe you'll find a better time to read if you wanted to, someday, y'know?

Ahhh okay this is a reminder to send pictures of your cats! One of them is a Persian-angora mix and the other is a lil tuxedo cat. They are lowkey enemies even though it's much better than it used to be but you're never gonna catch them becoming friends :((

Stop I love supernatural/paranormal stuff! It's endlessly fascinating to me and I honestly should be delving into it deeper but I often feel like I've too many things I wanna do and too little time. Those are all such cool interests! Umm I love love love psychology. Quite passionate about writing, I suppose. Spirituality. Ooh and space!!

Second ask: thank youuu I mostly just plan on pulling my fic together and maybe reading!

Ahh I've always wanted to play the guitar! Even had bought one but never got around to it rip. Cross stitching, that's pretty cool!! Used to cross stitch a tiny bit. And I kinda wish I had gotten like, art classes of some sort bc I do paint but I've zero training and I'd love some. If I could sketch?? I'd be untouchable. And learning any musical instrument really.

Today's question: what is a very fond memory of yours?

Have a wonderful day love xx

~🌱

HIIIII i just woke up. i pulled an all nighter last night to finish some orders for my shop so i didn’t go to sleep until 5 AM 💀

but! yes, fic used to be a big part of my fandom experience when i was younger so i miss it sometimes yk the nostalgia of it all. wishing you all the best with pulling your fic together 🤍🥺

both of my indoor cats are enemies so i completely get that dynamic lmao but my younger cat likes to bully my older cat more than anything else rip your cats sound so pretty though 💕 here are mine as promised!! (elvis, jagger, dorian, keanu) 🌼

i’m so glad we share that same love for the supernatural/paranormal. it’s just an endless pit of knowledge and intrigue. i can never get enough of it. oooo psychology is a good one. if i had taken one more psych course in undergrad i would’ve minored in psychology which is funny bc all i did was take those classes as electives bc i was interested in them. what’s your favorite interest in psychology? criminal psychology and abnormal psychology are two of mine 👁 and spiritually and space!!!!! yes i also love both of those as well. i used to be a huge space buff when i was younger ✨

playing an instrument takes so much dedication and motivation. two things i did not have growing up lmao i love that you bought a guitar but never played it. very big me energy djdkdkd i had to sell my keyboard bc of the same exact reason years ago. painting would be a dream to be talented in. any type of art actually, but yeah painting would be super cool. the power one holds with a paintbrush astonishes me sometimes ❤️‍🩹

hmmm i think one of my fondest memories is when i went to my first concert. 10 years old going to see hannah montana and the jonas brothers. it’s what turned me on to music and live music as a whole. never stopped breathing it since then 👐🏼 how about you? what’s one of your fondest memories? x

hope you have a great tuesday, love!! 🔮

[the-tickly-faerie]

Tickly Piano the sequel

A/N I got asked about making a part two to this so I did. I hope y’all like it! Yes, I am still denying canon, and that most likely gonna happen in all my fics.

words-1000+

As Tommy and Tubbo had gotten older they had gotten more embarrassed about tickling. Even though they still liked it, they only tickled each other. Until one day.

Tommy and Tubbo both woke up in terrible lee moods. Which of course they told each other so they decided it was time to ask someone to tickle them. The only problem was who should they ask to tickle them. They were both brainstorming silently until Tubbo brought up a memory.

“Hey Tommy remember when Wilbur used to do the um Tickle piano with us when we were younger,” Tubbo said, blushing a bit. As Tommy looked back at the memory he blushed too. “Yeah I do,” Tommy said. “Maybe we can ask him. Know him he would probably be happy to,” Tubbo suggested. Tommy nodded and the boy began their mission to find Wilbur. 

After a couple of minutes, they found Wilbur playing his guitar under a tree in l’manburg(No wars happened it's all peaceful). Both boys were embarrassed but they couldn’t let their lee moods grow. The boy walked up to Wilbur. Wilbur looked up, stopped play, and smiled.

“Hey, boys! You need something?” Wilbur asked. Tommy and Tubbo looked at each other, begging the other to ask. Tommy decided that he was a big man and that he could ask. “Um yeah, Wilbur. Um do you-” Tommy started saying but stopped because he got flustered. “Do I remember what Tommy?” Wilbur said while raising an eyebrow. “When me and Tubbo played that game with you,” Tommy managed to say. “What game? We played many games, Tommy you got to be specific,” Wilbur replied. 

“The piano game,” Tommy said, trying not to say the dreaded word. Tubbo was blushing like crazy behind Tommy. God, they just want to be tickled.

Wilbur looked back at his memories trying to figure out what piano game Tommy was talking about, it hit him. The Tickly piano. The game that the boys loved so much. Wilbur had gotten sad when they grew older and didn’t want to be tickled because he loved tickling them. But now he got so happy hearing that they want to be tickled.

“Ahh, that game. Are you two perhaps in a lee mood right now?” Wilbur asked the boys, with a grin on his face. Both the boys blushed and looked away. “Aw no need to be embarrassed you two, I think it's adorable,” Wilbur cooed while he moved his guitar out of the way. 

“So who’s first to be my piano,” Wilbur said with his arms out inviting one of the boys to lay down in his lap so that they could be a ‘piano’. The boys looked at each other, not knowing who to go first. Then they looked at Wilbur with the faces that said you choose. 

“I’m choosing ok. Well, when we were younger Tommy always wanted to go first so Tommy you're gonna be my piano first. Tubbo you sit in front of me so that you can be the audience,” Wilbur said. 

Tommy slowly walked to Wilbur, a little nervous. He then laid down in Wilbur’s lap and lifted his shirt up. “There we go now we can start the performance. Are you ready to hear the beautiful music of Tubbo?” Wilbur said with a grin. Tubbo blushed but nodded.

Wilbur cracked his knuckles and said in an announcer's voice, “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Wilbur’s piano performance. Today I will be playing Für Elise.” Wilbur started ‘playing’ the song which was just him poking Tommy’s tummy. Tommy let out soft, cute giggles. Like he did when he was younger he tried to squirm out of Wilbur’s lap. 

Wilbur grabbed the squirming Tommy and put him back into his lap. “Sorry ladies and gentlemen looks like my piano is being a wiggle worm and squirming everywhere,” Wilbur said before continuing the piece. 

Tubbo sat there looking at Tommy and was blushing. The anticipation was killing him. He knew he was gonna be in Tommy’s position soon enough but he wanted it now. He decided not to say anything because he hadn’t seen the brothers bonding for a while so he let them have their time. 

After a couple minutes, Wilbur stopped tickling Tommy. Tommy was still letting out giggles and Wilbur rubbed the lasting tingles away. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his brother was. God, he missed this. Tommy got out of his lap and sat next to Tubbo

“Alright Tubbo your turn,” Wilbur said, opening his arms again to let tubbo into his lap. Tubbo of course blushed deeper and got up to go in Wilbur's lap. He laid in Wilbur's lap and lifted up his shirt just like Tommy did. 

“For my last piece of the night I’m going to play Rondo Alla Turca,” Wilbur said wiggling his fingers. Tubbo giggled and looked away and Wilbur started playing. As Wilbur started ‘playing’, Tubbo let out his sweet giggles. Now Tubbo didn’t squirm like Tommy did, he just laid there and took the tickles. “My, this piano is much less squirmer than my other. This is so nice,” Wilbur cooed and looked at Tommy and winked. To which Tommy blushed at. 

After a bit of Tickling Tubbo, he decided he wanted to end with a bang. So he blew a giant raspberry on Tubbo’s Tummy. Tubbo screeched at it (raspberries were the death of him). Wilbur rubbed away the tingles just like he did for Tommy and let Tubbo let out the rest of his giggles.

After composing himself, Tubbo got out of Wilbur’s lap and moved next to him to lay against him. Tommy also got up to do the same. 

After a bit of silence and just being in each other's presence, Wilbur breaks the silence. “Was that what you wanted you two?” Wilbur asks. “Yeah that was great, big man,” Tommy said, and Tubbo nodded. The silence fell back onto the trio and they let it stay that way. Just them up against a tree in the nice summer sun. They just sat there and ended up taking a nap.

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your analysis of selim? i think he's hated way more than he deserves. hating him for valid reasons is fine but telling that he's gonna be such a bad sultan is really stupid [and especially because only now do they bring out history & say selim was bad which is historically inaccurate as well]. out of all of suleyman's sons, it was only mustafa who was loved by all & talented [show only cuz apparently mehmet was also extremely talented & selim wasn't a bad sultan] enough for the throne. bayezid was extremely hotheaded and you can't tell me that a prince who can't control his emotions, especially in front of state officials, will be a good sultan. everyone tells selim was extremely selfish & the instigator of all their fights, when they were younger & older. siblings are always like that?? mustafa obviously wasn't like that because he was way older than mehmet, mihrimah, selim, bayezid & cihangir to get into stupid fights w/ them. mehmet & mihrimah had frequent & annoying arguments because they were closer in age. selim & bayezid had frequent fights because they were closer in age. this is a thing with many siblings; the elder provoking the younger & the younger disrespecting the elder. why do people point out their sibling fights as evidence for selim's personality? i feel sorry for bayezid as a kid but i feel less remorse for him as he's older. i don't say he deserves execution, especially at the hands of his own father, but he did rebel against his father's order & then proceeded to flee to another empire; like, the punishment for that is execution, what did he expect after rebelling? i feel extremely sorry for all his sons though, they didn't deserve this fate when they were just victims of their father's rebellion. also, unpopular opinion but bayezid is lowkey overrated pls don't cancel me i love him but he's annoying at times like all characters & no one really acknowledges it back to selim, he was honestly very underrated. he was really slandered in the series and he didn't have any real support w/ him until nurbanu & sokollu. although hurrem did vouch for him to go to manisa, it was literally only because he was 'peaceful' [we can read that as untalented as well] and no harm would reach him because he wasn't a threat [i actually really liked this plan of hurrem's, tough & clever; only if she was actually supported in this]. even mihrimah, till the end, is quite unfair to him. he had a problem w/ alcohol & people telling him to just stop? like, it doesn't work that way? people have to suffer so much in order to stop their addictions & they're actually restricted from their addictions; selim was a prince, no one around him could restrict him [his parents could but they weren't w/ him in his provinces]. he did become politically active w/ nurbanu's growing ambitions & he took smarter, more cunning & dirtier measures than bayezid to win the throne. the battle for the throne was bloody; resorting to honour like mustafa did was obviously not the best decision & people insult selim for being cunning enough [or being influenced by cunning people] to win the throne. let's also keep in mind that selim didn't even have much of an interest for the throne until manisa & nurbanu. i also like his relationship w/ nurbanu. it paralleled suleyman & hurrem's w/ the concubine arcs but selim did end up being monogamous to her in the show. their chemistry was fantastic [props to engin & merve for their acting] and although i don't really enjoy the 'a woman makes a man strong & influences him in everything; good or evil' kind of take, i did enjoy their relationship [he also sometimes looked at her like she was this ethereal type miracle, appropriately so w/ her courage]. i like what the show did w/ bayezid's execution a lot, the whole scene was such a wonderful cinematic experience; the music, bayezid's agonizing screams, his sons falling one by one, selim crying because he didn't want it to end up this way, bayezid falling & his screams ceasing, selim's heartbroken face because he was always a soft person & he always loved bayezid;

ahh, what a scene, so much love for it. anyway, that's just my opinion; i think he's hated way more than he deserves, especially in comparison to other characters & he's actually one of my most favourite characters from s4 [but i honestly love all characters w/ their good & bad, mc has many complex characters & i live for it]. what do you think about selim? sorry if you got annoyed at the long ask, i can get really heated when talking about selim [especially in reference to his historical figure], hope you don't mind if❤ [if it is annoying i'll stop it]

(okay, I'll talk strictly about the show, since I don't feel like delving deep into historical waters. There is still stuff we don't know for sure and I do want to keep the line between show and history in my head, except for the similar themes.)

While he isn't particularly my favorite character, I appreciate MC Selim and he is a very interesting subject when it comes to analyzing him. I'm actually amazed with what the show did with him in the span of a season (and something, counting some S02B and S03B moments) - he was one of the most fleshed out characters in S04 and we could get a clear picture as to why he does what he does.

Some people consider his debut to be an insult, for it immediately showed some of his weaknesses, putting him in a bad light right out of the gate. But all I can see in this debut is a showcase of his predicament of the prince no one sees as a capable heir of the throne. It’s as if he sleeps with women and drinks as a coping mechanism he’s delved into, with Mihrimah having to do effort to snap him out of it. The Selim we see in the beginning of S04 is a hopeless person. He doesn’t have dreams and ambitions, it’s as if he’s a already a lost cause and he has no one to truly support him. Even Hürrem wanted to send him to Manisa not because she deemed him as worthy, but to use him as a shield in order to deceive her enemies and protect the actual favorite. That may seem like a clever plan, but in actuality, it failed spectacularly - not only did her enemies not get confused for a second and didn’t attack Selim at all, but she forgot to tell Bayezid why she did it and made Selim confused to the point of demotivation, because none of his brothers were truly happy with this decision and they were all opposing it, directly and indirectly. And while he may not show it that much, because of his more composed and pragmatic nature, Selim is sensitive to the opinions of his brothers and the people around him and their prevailing disapproval may be a part of why he became so different than the rest. It’s like no one wanted to get to know him.

Nurbanu’s entrance in Selim’s life is very cathartic in this aspect, for she actually worked with him and gave him the needed motivation and ambition to fight, awaking sides of him that were dormant for a long time. And yes, I do think that Selim’s pragmatism is something he always had, if the whole arrow incident in S03B where he sabotaged Bayezid’s arrow, which caused him to lose is any indication. 

{I don’t think that the quarrels Selim and Bayezid had when they were little are so much indicators of Selim’s personality as they are foreshadowing of their future conflict. Right, these quarrels are normal for siblings and Mehmet and Mihrimah also fought like that (heck, even little Mehmet and Mustafa had a fight once in S01 and that fight was used as the conflict of the remainder of that one episode), but they weren’t as frequent as the ones of Selim and Bayezid. I don’t know, it’s just the atmosphere of these scenes was different and hinted at something more. It could be because we know the historical events and we could see every tiniest bit of early sibling rivalry between them as build-up, but still, I always felt there just was something else. Like the whole arrow incident I mentioned, a presumably harmless little situation gains a whole other meaning later on. It sets up neatly Süleiman’s opinions of both of them (his reaction to apparent disobedience and the making of a scene by someone he doesn’t expect to, by which I mean Bayezid), Hürrem’s retroactive ignorance of a possible bigger enmity and the roots of the whole conflict. It’s not Selim deciding to sabotage Bayezid’s performance as a last resort, maybe knowing that he surely won’t do better than his brother (doing a pretty typical ,,prank’’ for a little, naughty kid) that is exemplary of his cunning later, it’s his validation and him getting away with it that eventually becomes it, just like how he ends up getting away with stuff in the next season. Selim definetly isn’t the instigator of all the fights, especially because Bayezid, thanks to his more impulsive nature, is much more likely to start a fight in the first place and contrasts to Selim’s overall better composure. Provokations among them were mutual and both were consistently throwing darts at each other, one after another. Their conflict is a very nuanced issue: while people try to play right and wrong, both sides were at fault one way or another. The conflict between them is mostly caused by insensitivity, favoritism and ignorance and the desperation of both to try to prove themselves to their parents and win their support, at the end of the day. Why did they always calm down in front of their mother? Not only because of their joint respect for her, but also because of these same attempts to earn her support. Even Bayezid, who obviously had to be sure of her support, wasn’t completely certain of it after Hurrem turned it on Selim for a while. Selim, on the other hand, obviously never felt her support, it’s like something was missing right from the start. Combine that with their completely opposing personalities and the whole system encouraging competition for the throne and there you have the inevitable ultimate conclusion. That’s why I also love the set-up, the pay-off and the aftermath of Bayezid’s execution. It may be historically inaccurate that Selim, not Süleiman, executed Bayezid, but when you think about it, it was the most logical thing that could’ve happened, ending their conflict with a heart-wrenching bow. I love the scene of the execution itself, too - the action, the dialogue, the direction, the character moments, the themes... I don’t know whether Selim loved Bayezid by that point, per say, after all they went through, but it was clear that he knew that he had to do it, that it couldn’t have ended any other way, but he was broken over it. He was aware that it was, ultimately, a sin, which would continue haunting him. He couldn’t catch a break afterwards, he couldn’t stop. All was solved, but at what cost?}

I love his dynamic with Nurbanu - they balanced each other off so well, their chemistry was amazing, such a power couple. Nurbanu’s biggest contribution is hiding some of his flaws and mobilizing him to fight. Her cold pragmatism ,,grounds’’ Selim’s softer side, she’s there to always remind him of the stakes of the game and to shut off the last ounces of his vulnerabilities after Hurrem died. He sure is influenced by her, but that doesn’t mean that he blindly takes her word for everything - he is always ready to call her out when necessary and assure her that there are lines she shouldn’t cross. Despite of her pleas, he kept having affairs with other women (that is honestly a trend with all the men of the show, but still..), he got mad at her after what happened to Huricihan and most notably, after he found out that she possibly stole his mother’s ring. A part of why their dynamic works so well is precisely this strenght of character and their awesome compatibility. 

I have heard affirmations that Selim doesn’t care about Mustafa, which... simply isn’t true? While they have the least scenes together and Selim is the one that considers him most as a rival and his most dangerous competitor for the throne (which would explain his startled reaction after Musti saved him from the janissary), it’s precisely Mustafa’s death that is the turning point of his character arc. He was upping his game slowly but surely and before then, but he didn’t do much in terms of attacks. Neither Selim, nor Nurbanu once considered attacking Mustafa, the supposed biggest danger to them, which I find respectable and admirable. The bomb with the death drops and then every hope about a fair game is abandoned. Selim gets the realization that being honorable won’t work. The only way to win is bend the system and play dirty. There’s no time for sitting around or looking nice. And even though Nurbanu realized this, too, as well as Selim, Nurbanu was always more inclined to act this way than him and now the righteousness of her methods were only getting confirmed. It was Selim that had to reach this end. Discovering that he is no longer allowed to show any kind of weakness. Every chance that appears on the horizon, he’ll take it. That brings him to his first true dirty plan - the trap he set through the fake Mustafa rebellion.

Speaking of which, the worst deed of Selim’s for me is connected to that rebellion. I know I may be very biased in this regard, since it affects my personal favorite character and isn’t as recalled as others, but I hated when, in Selim and Sokollu’s attempts to wash their hands from the pulled off stunt, Sokollu, his man, told SS that Mahidevran was giving money to the rebellion. Okay, it’s not said outright whether is this directly tied to Selim or it was something Sokollu himself came up with out of desperation or something (though it was hinted that both thought something through in a scene where both were saying that they should come clean out of this all somehow) and it’s not outrightly confirmed whether Mahidevran gave the money or not (I highly doubt she did it; not only because it would destroy her whole S04 arc and she would become, well... MCK Gulbahar, but also because after the messenger told her of her alleged blame in E129, her eyes widened in surprise.), but all it does is be the only explicit case where Selim indeed looks bad, for his proposal to return Mahidevran in the castle doesn’t seem to stem from genuine guilt and remorse, but rather a late and empty attempt to placate his own conscience. Oh, not to mention (for the upteenth time, sorry in advance) how the scene back in E58 where Hurrem tells Mahidevran that her kids will be there taking care for her when she’s alone, which was treated as some big foreshadowing in the show, as well, by both the voice of the S02B narrative and the fandom alike, loses its value even more with that framing, because Selim and Sokollu themselves brought her to this state in the first place!!! Despite it making sense anyway, it’s still such a disservice to Selim as a person both inside and outside of the writing. 

One aspect of Selim’s pragmatism I find most interesting is his ability to turn his enemies into allies, knowing exactly how to amass them and get them on his side, be it through giving them more money and promising them the world. These alliances are all opportunistic in nature and may not be as loyal as those of Mustafa’s or of Mustafa’s people (like Atmaca) with Bayezid, but I think Selim knows this and wants to keep them steady enough for the common goal. As for what kind of a padisah he’ll be.... I believe that state matters would be the least of his concerns, since he was shown to not care so much about them, compared to his other brothers (but then again, the show itself doesn’t put the political capability of the princes at center stage - their personal virtues are always the determining factor of what makes a good padisah and what doesn’t, more of a psychological outlook, if you will.) and he perhaps won’t plan as many campaigns or conquer as many territories, maybe he won’t be that successful at all, but his cunning would bring him advantage in front of his people, he will be at least a bit careful of who he’s choosing and won’t simply lose it in front of everyone, compared to Bayezid’s impulsive temper.

[I love Bayezid as a character, but the shadier aspects of his personality sure tend to be overlooked. While his anger is directed mainly at Selim and Suleiman, it often reaches such extremes to the point it becomes destructive and affects everyone. He doesn’t deserve his execution at all and most of his actions stem from a very sympathetic place, given how SS never truly gave him a chance and he went on the inevitable path, because he, just like Selim, realized that honor won’t work in this war, but took the opposite approach from Mustafa, direct rebellion. And predictably, both approaches didn’t work since Bayezid, too, was taken advantage of. While he didn’t get justice, the lead-up to his execution is a character arc of his and there are many reasons and events linking it all together and showing us why it took place the way it did.]

Selim’s dynamic with Suleiman is proof of how you can be presumably favored, but you have to work to get there. The reasons Suleiman favored him are very telling and sad and we see that he also doesn’t favor him because of any and all capabilities he may have, but because of his self-imposed distorted view of loyalty Selim has to do a lot to preserve, actually. He constantly has to make it so it looks like he’s loyal and obedient and doesn’t work behind his back. He doesn’t get the fullest appreciation from his father, as well, and I certainly feel it impacts him, in a way.

I agree that Mihrimah could be unfair to Selim. They weren’t that close and she had this open preference to Bayezid. Most annoyingly is when, in their confrontation in E139, which highlights even more their parallel sins, Mihrimah doesn’t seem to face that sin of hers when Selim calls her out on it. She has a reason to deeply resent him after what he did to Bayezid, but was offended when he reminded her of the crime she also committed. More solidarity on that front would be a bit better, at least a hint of like recognizing like even for a moment. (but maybe then her scene with Mahidevran later wouldn’t be as impactful? Huh.)

And lastly, about his drinking - Nurbanu tried to restrict him, but it’s true that such habits aren’t easy to give up on, especially knowing how his drinking is a coping mechanism as much as it is something he enjoys. He knows he shouldn’t do it, he’s told he shouldn’t do it, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t drink when he’s planning or scheming, but he keeps on doing it more and more with every problematic action of his. It’s an attempt to supress his otherwise strong conscience to the max, seeing how after his brother’s execution he apparently always took a drink when he was alone at night, fighting an inner conflict with himself. I don’t think there was a way he could stop doing it permanently in the show. It was a part of who he was, unfortunately or not. 

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Ravage Me

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  Summary/Request: Ahh you’re the best! So basically I was thinking a super angsty fic where the reader is friends with Auston, like around his age, has tattoos, dresses on the edgier side, and Freddie has a massive crush on her but doesn’t think he can compete with Auston because he’s not as interesting?? I adore you 💕

  Warning: angst as requested, little bit of fluff, language (but that’s par for the course -- I have a tiny bit of a sailor’s mouth), maybe a hint of smut near the end?

  Author’s Note: I love this request so much. It’s not super angsty but I hope it’s angsty enough for ya! I’m sorry that I’m just getting to it now, I had planned on doing it last week but just couldn’t, anyway, I’m writing it now and I think I like the way it came out. I tried to make this character the cool alter ego I wish I had -- instead my alter ego is a Southern Belle named Daisy. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Freddie’s P.O.V

  The first time you met her, you were a bit taken aback by her boldness. For only being 23, she was incredibly sure of herself and she was one of the only people you knew that knew who they were; it didn’t take long for you to fall for her.

  “So, Fred!” Auston yelled over the loud music in the bar as (Y/N) hung off his shoulder, “what do you want to drink?” You looked between the two of them and scoffed before heading to the bar yourself to get a beer, “or you know.. do that.”

  “Can I get anything for either of you?” you asked, looking back to your friend and the girl you were falling for

  “I’ll grab a beer” Auston laughed as (Y/N) walked toward you

  “Get him the worst beer they have,” she joked, “I’ll just have a tequila soda.” You smiled at her response, ordering the drinks and following behind the two as they found a table to sit at. (Y/N) and Auston sat across from you, laughing about something that you weren’t in on and you just sat there drinking your beer trying not to look too awkward. When she got up, you found your eyes wandering across her body, finding new tattoos hidden beneath her ripped and tattered clothing.

  “Dude,” Auston said, bringing your attention back to him, “stop staring!”

  “Sorry,” you replied, shaking your head, “how many tattoos does she have?”

  “She’s going on like 11 or 12?” he smiled, “I keep telling her she should just get a sleeve but she likes having them in ‘secret spots’ she says”

  “I wouldn’t exactly call her wrist or her neck a ‘secret spot’” you smirked

  “That’s only two, Fred,” he chirped, “think about where the other places could be...” Before you could respond, (Y/N) sat down and, as if it were planned, Auston stood up, leaving you alone with his friend. She shifted in her seat, her long hair cascading over her shoulder, forcing your eyes to wander to examine her outfit; her faded plaid shirt had small tears in it lending the perfect peekaboo for the black lace underneath while her shorts only covered half of her thigh, exposing a sun and moon tattoo. You realized neither of you had spoken when she changed seats to sit in front of you before taking off her unbuttoned plaid shirt and tying it around her waist

  “So Fred...” she started, forcing you to look up at her and smile awkwardly, “why are you friends with Auston?”

  “What do you mean?” you scoffed

  “I don’t know,” she chuckled, “you guys are just so... I think it’s the age difference for me”

  “Because he’s younger?”

  “Yeah” she laughed

  “He’s a good kid, he needs a little guidance,” you joked, “and I guess I need to get out of my comfort zone a little”

  “Oh yeah?” she smiled and you felt your face flood with heat, “how exactly has he helped you do that?”

  “You two talkin’ about me?” Auston asked as he sat back down, his hand creeping around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her close to him

  “Don’t be so vain” she joked

  “We were just talking about (Y/N)’s tattoos” you countered

  “Is that right?” Auston smirked

  “Yeah...” you hesitated, trying to figure out what to say

  “Yeah, he was just asking me about the sun and moon on my thigh,” she replied, “what it meant...” You were surprised that she was going along with your fib but you weren’t complaining

  “She was just about to tell me when you interrupted us”

  “Well then... don’t let me stop you” he said, taking a sip of the beer he’d left on the table and gesturing to (Y/N)

  “It’s for me and my brother. My parents used to always say we were like night and day but that we complimented each other,” she answered, “he was this bright ball of energy that seemed to light up every room and I was... a little on the darker side. He was really important to me, so, when he passed away last year, I wanted to have something to remind me of him...”

  “I’m so sorry,” you sighed, “I didn’t mean to ma--”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she smiled, “it’s okay. I’m okay. It’s good for me to talk about him.”

  “Why don’t you tell him about this tattoo on your spine” Auston interjected, tracing his finger down her back

  “and miles to go before I sleep...” she said softly, “it’s from a Robert Frost poem. I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite poem but this line, the last line, always kind of stuck with me. Like, there’s so much life to live before we all ‘sleep.’“ She smiled as she air quoted the word sleep

  “What about this one on your arm?” you asked as you pointed to the back of her bicep, near her elbow

  “It’s a lotus flower,” she smirked, “it was my first one actually. I thought I was being so original but then I saw literally everyone getting a lotus flower tattoo and suddenly, I just felt... Do you have any tattoos Freddie?” she suddenly asked

  “Me?” you questioned, “no, none”

  “Yeah, tattoos aren’t really Big Red’s thing”

  “I’m sure they could be..” (Y/N) said, “if he tried. We should take him to get one, just a small one. Like.. a piece of LEGO or something.” You chuckled at her suggestion, preparing yourself to say something, “I can always use another tattoo...”

  “I don’t know..” you faltered

  “I can hold your hand if you’re scared” she teased

  “Oh yeah, definitely. We’ll both hold your hand” Auston added before rolling his eyes and you scoffed

  “I’ll think about it” you joked just as (Y/N) stood up

  “I love this song,” she yelled, “let’s go dance!” You and Auston looked at each other before she eventually dragged you both out to the dance floor with her, standing in between the two of you as the music compelled her hips to sway. As Auston wrapped his hands around her waist, (Y/N) brought her hands up to your shoulders to pull you close to her; you felt your breath stop in your chest as her eyes met yours and the music continued to pump through your body. Before long, you noticed Auston move his lips closer to (Y/N)’s neck and you couldn’t handle it anymore

  “I.. I have to go...” you stammered before taking off

  “Freddie!” (Y/N) called out

  “FRED!” Auston shouted but you just continued walking, tearing your coat off the back of the chair where you sat until Auston finally met up with you, “What’s going on?” he asked

  “I can’t... this isn’t what..” you growled as you tried to find the words to say that you didn’t want to watch the two of them make out with each other all night, “I need to go”

  “Why?” he asked again

  “Because of you, that’s why!” you finally blurted out, forcing your way through the crowd to dart out of the bar

  “What are you talking about? What did I do?!” he exclaimed, forcing a scoff from you

  “You know that I...” you tried, unconsciously gesturing to the girl inside, “and you are just...”

  “Freddie, nothing is happening. We were dancing,” he sighed, “I was trying to be your wing man!”

  “That was you trying to be a wing man?” you huffed

  “I don’t get what your problem is. You could’ve made a move, you didn’t. She’s not going to wait around all night for you to inch closer to her”

  “So what?!” you yelled, “you decided you would? Because you’ve had her before and you wanted her again?”

  “What?” he sneered and you noticed (Y/N) rush out of the door, finding the two of you fighting on the sidewalk and as much as you didn’t want to say it, you needed to, at the very least, see Auston’s reaction

  “How would you know where all her ‘secret spots’ are? Where all her tattoos are if you haven’t been with her already?” His look told you everything you needed to but when you looked back at (Y/N), you felt a little ashamed of yourself for acting the way you were

  “Freddie...” Auston said quietly

  “It’s... whatever,” you sighed, “I’ll talk to you later.” You called for a cab but before you could close the door, she snuck in.

xx

  The look on Freddie’s face nearly broke your heart but you weren’t sure why he was so upset. He had spent time with you before, you knew him, you liked each other but he had never really had a conversation with you. You couldn’t deny that when you saw him that night, you kept imagining his hands on you, but this... was not what you were expecting to come from the night.

  “SO WHAT?!” Freddie yelled at Auston outside of the bar and you furrowed your brow at the interaction, “you decided you would? Because you’ve had her before and you wanted her again?”

  “What?” Auston replied and you took one step forward to hear Freddie’s response, expecting it to be a whisper

  “How would you know where all her ‘secret spots’ are?” Freddie asked and you blushed at the implication, “where all her tattoos are if you haven’t been with her already?” You caught Freddie’s stare for a second before your gaze dropped to the concrete, hearing Auston try to ease the tension but Freddie wasn’t having it. When you heard the cab pull up, you knew you had to jump in so that at least one of you could help the situation, “(Y/N).. what are you doing?” he asked and you sat beside him in silence while the driver waited for an address

  “I don’t know what happened...” you started quietly, “but I didn’t want you to storm off upset”

  “I’m fine” he snapped

  “Clearly, you’re not” you replied

  “I’m fine” he repeated

  “You’re upset...” you sighed, “I don’t want you to be upset”

  “Why does it matter?” he asked

  “What?” you replied as the car came to a stop and you quickly followed Freddie out of the cab to his door

  “Why does it matter if I’m upset or not?” he asked again as he called the elevator and the two of you waited

  “Because,” you returned, turning your body toward him, “despite what you might think, I care about you.” Just then, the telltale ding of the elevator rang and you two stepped in. You waited for him to say something but when he didn’t, you bit your lip and thought about what he said to Auston back at the bar, ‘if you haven’t been with her before?’ There was almost disdain on the words, causing your forehead to crease as you thought about them, “do you really think so little of me?”

  “What?” he replied, turning his head to you and furrowing his brow

  “That I would just sleep with Auston?” you questioned

  “He just... kept talking about your tattoos..” he stammered

  “Sure,” you countered, “he was with me when I got most of them.”

  “Well...” he hesitated again, “you two were hanging all over each other...”

  “We were dancing,” you argued, “all of us!”

  “So you’ve never slept with him?” he asked

  “No” you answered as the elevator door opened. You followed Freddie to his door, still not sure what he was feeling

  “You can go home. I’m fine”

  “I don’t get why you’re so upset over this?”

  “It doesn’t matter”

  “It does. I wanna know!” you shouted

  “He clearly wants to fuck you” he bit

  “Fuck you!” you snapped back

  “AM I WRONG?”

  “YES!”

  “OH COME ON”

  “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

  “IT DOESN’T MATTER!” he shouted before you noticed that the two of you had become so close that your chests rose and fell in sync

  “Why do you care so much?” you said quietly, “if it doesn’t matter what are you so... bent out of shape?” His eyes moved slowly across your face before landing on your mouth, leading your eyes to do the same

  “I’m... not like him” he whispered

  “What do you mean?“ you replied

  “I like you, (Y/N),” he admitted, gently placing his hands on your hips, “but I’m not like Auston...”

  “What? American?” you scoffed, “a bit of a narcissist? An overly competitive self-assured mama’s boy? Good.”

  “No... I’m not 23, I don’t have tattoos, I d--”

  “Good.” You repeated simply, “Why would you want to be him?”

  “Because he’s a better fit for you” he sighed, walking to his couch and slumping down, dropping his head to his hands and you were left standing in the middle of the room, flustered and confused.

  “I’ve known Auston for... so much of my life,” you replied, “you think he’s a better fit for me because we’re the same age and we both have tattoos? I don’t want someone who’s a different version of me...”

  “Even if it makes sense?” he grumbled, earning a head shake from you before your feet decided to move toward him until you were standing in front of him, waiting for him to look up at you from where he sat, “what are you doing?” he asked, his elbows resting on his knees as a smirk crept across your lips.

  “Not everything needs to make sense...” you replied, “not if it feels right.”

  “What do you mean?” he stammered, seeming almost afraid of you all of a sudden

  “I’ve seen you looking at me,” you smiled, moving his arms down so you could straddle his lap, “staring at my tattoos, my hair, my clothes...”

  “I..I--”

  “I don’t mind,” you interrupted, moving your hands around his shoulders, “I like when you look at me.”

  “You do?” he countered and you nodded, beginning to move your hands down his body before moving your lips close to his

  “I know that I have to look my best when you’re around...” you whispered, lips caressing his without touching them, “I want to look good for you”

  “You always look good,” he hummed as his hands found your waist and his eyes trained themselves on your chest. “God I want you...” he growled, digging his nails into your skin before looking up at you, only to find you smiling down at him

  “So take me...” you breathed, pushing your chest against his as your fingers hooked onto the loose fabric of his shirt when he stopped you, pushing you off so he could stand up, “Freddie, what the hell?!” You whined

   “You only want me because you can’t have him!”

  “Are you fucking kidding me with this?!” You shouted, marching to where the tall, Danish goaltender stood, “if I wanted him, I’d have him. If I wanted to be with him, I wouldn’t be here with you. But I don’t, I’m not. When I know what I want, I’m pretty damn good at getting it. I want you, Freddie. And I know you want me too.” You let your angry breaths fill the space as Freddie stared at you hesitantly; if he wasn’t going to do anything, you weren’t going to waste your time. You turned and began walking to the door, intent on storming out and never speaking to Freddie again, when he grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving. He waited until you looked at him, so you could see the intensity of his stare, before he pulled you into him, fumbling into a nearby wall, kissing your lips harshly before he moved down to your neck and further to your chest. Standing back up to kiss you softly before removing your shirt, letting his hands glide back to your bare skin once the fabric had disappeared

  “Are you sure?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours as your arms circled his neck

  “I’m yours, baby.” You smirked, kissing him quickly before jumping up and wrapping your legs around his hips, “take me, kiss me, ravage me...” you giggled at your own words and Freddie smiled in response, quickly carrying you over to the couch, only so he could set you down and tear of the remainder of your clothes. As he picked you up once more and his lips discovered new spots on your neck that garnered sounds you’d never heard yourself make, you dug your nails into his back, scratching a trail down his sides.

  “You’re not as intimidating as I thought you were” he chirped, throwing you onto his king sized bed and you were forced to smile before shrugging in response

  “And you’re not as safe as you seem.” You returned before biting your fingertip, waiting for him to remove his clothes

  “Let me show you what I can do...” You raised your eyebrows at his words, knowing that you were in for a long, glorious night.