#BECUASE OF THESE MESSAGES I FELT BETTER

[ancha-aus]

Gifted Drabble - NewAgeAU - The Sunshine after the Storm

Okay. So. foremost. Hi.

I am still working on stuff! And my other AUs! I just. Got distracted by NewAgeAU scheming and also a few new games.

As for what this is. @spotaus It isn't the one i spoke about before. That one is still in the works (also I am going to be real. I will most likely upload that to my AO3 as it is getting LONG and only upload a preview here.) but that is for later!!

This... You could say... is a bit of a character study. About Dust's brother... Phantom.

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He meassures the wood and sighs when he realises it is too short.

Phantom groans as he just lays with his skull against the half repaired fench.

Phantom honestly loves helping the other people in his community. He doesn't even mind having to repair the fench. But he swears if he has to redo the cutting again he is going to give up and go home.

It doesn't help that... Well...

Today was the day that his brother left their home.

Phantom often asks himself... What he had done wrong to make Dust want to leave.

Which he knows isn't the case. Dust left them a message after all. The letter itself told them exactly why he left and that he did it from a place of love and care.

Doesn't make Phantom wish he had done things differently. Maybe... Maybe it was him refusing to admit that his older brother was sick. Maybe it was all the comments about Dust just being lazy. Maybe it was the fact that Phantom would drag Dust along on the days Dust didn't feel good. It was probably very uncomfortable for Dust to be carried and moved when he already felt sick.

Phantom knows he shouldn't think like that. Shouldn't see it like that. Dust hadn't left becuase of them.

When Dust first left. When Phantom read the letter their parents had dropped in shock. He hadn't wanted to believe it. He refused to believe it. Phantomg knows his brother! He would never leave him! Phantom had shouted as much before running out.

He must have just made his parents feel even worse.

He had refused the very idea. Said that it was just Dust doing a weird game of hide and seek! That Dust was jsut hiding and Phantom had to find him! That was it!

Phantom had searched everywhere. Dust hadn't been in their town and community.

That is when the tears came.

Phantom sighs as he gets a new board ready and grabs the saw. This one shoudl be long enough. He just needs to cut it in two to make it two equal length pieces that can be used for the fench.

He had spend days- no weeks crying. Begging his parents to do something to bring Dust back. Phantom promised he would be better. That he would help with more chores and be nicer about Dust's condition... anything!

Nothing helped.

Then one day. Rain.

Phantom had been so excited. He had ran out of class and almost tripped down the stairs to get out of the building.

He had stood in the middle of the road leading into town. In the pouring rain. Waiting with the biggest smile on his face. When anyone asked him what he was doing he would point at the clouds and yell 'It is raining! That must mean Dust is almost home! He brings the rain!'

Now that Phantom is older. He knows it is more than just Dust's magic that brings the rain. That the weather can and will do that on his own. But when he was younger. Each rainfall or storm or even a slight drizzle would have him rushing outside towards the town entrance. Ready to welcome his brother home.

Dust was never there.

Each time he would feel crushed.

Phantom finishes cutting the boards and puts them in place. Happy to see they are finally big enough. With that he grabs the mullet and starts hitting the new fence posts. To push them into the ground. once those are in he grabs the barbed wire and starts to connect the two to the already made fench.

Some kids used to be weirded out by Phantom's reaction to the rain. Would say he is an idiot but Phantom never cared. He refused to believe anything else. His brother had to come back.

Which just meant. That eventually some kids would... joke about Dust not caring about them. And while Phantom feared that to be the truth he would go home and read that old letter Dust left. The singular piece of proof that Dust had done it out of love, and nothing else.

When it become obvious that Phantom wouldn't fall for that lie they made up a much worse one. That the reason Dust hadn't been coming home, was because he had dusted. That Dust had become dust.

Phantom isn't proud to admit how he reacted. The kid who made the joke ended up ahving to visit the hospital.

It had just... hit so close to the truth. Because his parents had called the mage back to them who put the spell on Dust's soul to begin with. At first because it had been growing stronger and then again when Dust had left. They feared the worst for Dust.

The mage all but confirmed this. That the spell had eben groiwng stronger and developing. that with no one there to keep an eye on it it would jsut continue to grow stronger. Until either it fried whatever was left of Dust's husk of a soul. Or until the storm go to a point where it runs out of energy and dies down, leaving the soul wihtout support and still letting it die.

Phantom had never liked how the mages spoke abotu Dust and his illness. Like it was fascinating. Like it was something they wanted to poke and prod. That was his brother's soul! how dare they not respect that?!

Luckily. Phantom generally didn't need to fear for Dust dying.

Dust has this habit of well... sending them gold.

One a month a package would be brought to them. His father and mother woudl both need to sign for it. Only to be given a wooden box full of gold. It was so much. More than both mom's and dad's saleries combined.

At first Phantom had been excited about it. Becuase it meant his brother was alive and thriving.

Nowadays. Phantom worries more. He is older. wiser. smarter. Money is earned. especially that much. Phantom fears what Dust did to earn that much.

Month after month...

Phantom sighs as he gets up and grabs his tools. He walks along the fench and tests the wood and the poles. Seems okay. Luckily the woodrot hadn't spread far. Still he will continue on and check it all just to be sure.

The worst fear he had. Was when Dust didn't send them money. It wasn't about the money. Phantom doens't care about it and knows his parents don't either. But not getting it meant with someone stole it, or because Dust couldn't send it anymore.

Then one month turned into two. Then three. Then four. Phantom had been crying and staring out of the window none-stop.

Only for a new package to be brought to them. This one, for the first time since the very first package, had a note. It spoke about how Dust was sorry to not had send them money in a while. That he was between jobs. That he new job is a lot more secure and he will send them regularly again.

Phantom had been so relieved. So happy to know his brother was still alive.

A very light drizzle starts and Phantom can't stop the hopefull look up as he feels his soul speed up.

He pushes down the impulse to drop his tools and get running to the village entrance as always.

He has a job now. He needs to make sure he does it well. He can go on his break or when he is done.

Phantom also tries not to let the hope overwhelm him. He can't let it crush him again.

Phantom gets to a new spot and looks it over. It isn't that bad and maybe just needs some new wire. That should keep those sheeps inside of it. He opens his toolbox and gets the roll of it out as he starts rewiring the section.

he can hear some horses walk closer. slowly bus surely.

Ugh. Tourists. Always walking in places they really shouldn't. Sure this path isn't officially not used or anything but it just leads to the farm lands. And tourists shouldn't be there.

The horses stop.

Phantom tries to ignore it as he fixes the wire. The rain is hoenstly calling for his attention more. It is a soft drizzle and doens't even feel cold. It is suddenly windstill and the drizzle floats down almost gently like little tiny snowflakes.

Huh...

Someone gets off the horse behind him and Phantom turns around annoyed before any thought leaves his skull.

Dust has this tiny smile on his face. The smile he used to wear when he was feelign awkward or unsure. The other skeleton is dressed in dark leathers with worn armour but clearly still in good condition. He stands next to a beautiful grey horse.

That face... it is still.. the same face... Dust still has those tiny specks of grey in his face. The things that Phantom used to think where freckles when in reality it was his bones getting worn and fragile as his soul got weaker.

Dust is...

But is he really?

Is this another dream Phantom is having? Another sleeping vision that his mind made up to torture himself with. For Phantom to wake up after and cry and feel miserable about.

Dust goes to take a step before frowning and stepping back. He glances to the side as he mutters "I know this... must be a surprise."

Phantom isn't even thinking as he starts running. That is his voice. It is lower than he remembered. But that is Dust. Phantom just knows!

He locks his arms around his smalelr older brother and Phantom feels the tears start to appear in his sockets.

He is real. He is really here.

The rain ended up bringing his brother back home after all.

[sleepy3012]

Change: A Hello Nieghbor Au

Summary: They were all depressed and desperate that they needed Change

Chapter 8: You're Life You're Choice

In Trinity's Room: ......

"I'm here to give you a message from my boss and it rea-" Leslie was cut off at mid scentence

"I Don't want anything to do with you fuckers...now leave me room." Trinity growled

"Just....Let me explain okay?" The taller man said

"NO!" She yelled from the top of her lungs "I don't want to hear it! Just GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Were able to revive Your little friend you little shit." Leslie said pinching the edge of his nose

"W..what? What the hell are you talking about?" Trinity asked with shock in her voice

"Oh. Now you want to listen" Leslie rolled his eyes

"Shut up talking about that and tell me what you were talking about."

"Fine, but first...whats the magic word~" This man was playing around with her, Trinity hands turned into fists.

"Stop fucking around and read the damn Note." She growled once again

"Fine, the note reads....You know what just becuase you want to be so mad and pissed off how about you read it.. hm?" He said with a smirk

Trinity felt her face turn red in anger, all she wanted to do right now at the moment was punch the crap out of the taller man who was standing in front of her bed where she was sitting.

"Fine, FINE Just give me the fucking note" She Yelled

And with that she snatched the piece of paper out of Leslie's hand and began to read it.

The Note Read:

Dear Little one, I know about your little Friends death, and I know who's the murderer...I'm pretty sure you want to know who killed you Friend named "Maritza" all you have to do if meet us at the GAAP at Saturday Morning and we'll tell you Every. Single. Detail. You want to know... The more you wait the faster the town will become hell and the people...You will watch the people turn into the real monsters they are.....

Sincerely:

The one you refer to "Crow Face"

Trinity put the note down beside her and took a deep breath and looked up at Leslie and finally spoke...

"So...you guys didn't murder Maritza?"

"Yeah we did, my boss just wrote a whole fucking note to make you feel better" He said sarcastically

"NO We didn't kill your friend you dumb shit"

Trinity rolled her eyes and kept looking at the taller man

Both of them sat there in sclince until Trinity broke the silince.....

"So you're telling me that all I have to do is meet up with you and those Freaks Beaks and you'll tell me everything?" She said raising a brow

"Something like that"

"What do you mean something like that?" Trinity asked

"You'll find out"

"Hold up a minute i'm going to ask my friends if they ca-"

"No" Leslie said cutting her off

"What do you mean "NO" She asked with a frown

"The boss doesn't want you to bring anyone with you, I mean NO ONE"

"WHAT?!" She yelled neraly screaming "But....Why?"

Leslie looked at her and shruged "Beats me, all iv'e told you today is everthing I know, sooo what do you think? You're going to meet up with us?"

"First, thats just stupid"

"Second I don't know.." she edmited "I have a feeling this is a path to ethier a Trap or Death..."

"What do you think?" Sje asked Leslie

"I don't fucking know? i'm not YOU, YOU'RE You, This is you're Life so its You're choice to ethier to meet up with my team or just sit here and watch Raven Brooks turn into hell"

Both of them let out a sigh of stress

"I should go its getting late and your little ass needs to get some sleep." He chuckled

"What about you? What do you do to relive your stress, take a nap too?" Trinity grined

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep you little shit head" Leslie said chuckling as he made his way out of trinity's room.

Meanwhile With Aaron and Nicky:

"You Stupid whore thats not how you do IT!!"

"Shut up you don't even know how to play the game"

[themuppetarchives]

I JUST FUCKING- OK SO THIS IS THE PREVIOUS ASKER. LITTERALLY NOT EVEN A HALF HOUR AFTER I POSTED SOMETHING ABOUT HOW I WANT TO CRACK SOMEBODYS EGG BECUASE I WANT TO SPREAD THE WARM FUZZY FEELINGS I GET WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME A GIRL SHE CAME OUT. WHAT THE FUCK? DID APOLLO JUST GIVE ME A ONE USE GIFT OF PROPHECY? THE DAY AFTER I FIRST TRIED OLIPOP SHE CAME BACK ONLINE TOO WHAT THE *FUCK.*

The prophetic properties of Olipop are still uninvestigated fully, but the power it contains cannot be denied. Olipop is an entity unto itself, and cannot and should not be underestimated in its abilities and occult properties.

It is foretold, it is a new Dawn. The Croaker returns to us in a glorious new form, one that is better suited to influencing and delivering their message unto the eager ears and eyes of the lost, the needy, the felted.

You have been called, anon, and it would benefit you to answer. The Sisterhood awaits you, I am sure, with open arms.

[treluvd]

❤️🎁💕🦈🚦💡🎯🎨

Hiiii!!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY AND I THINK YOU ARE SUPER DUPER AWESOME!!!!!! 💞

HIII I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY! YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME!!

Here's the answers your emojis! (thank you sm for asking!)

❤️ (What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?) - this one is realllllly hard for me! I really like this piece from You Idiot Kid- "Raph barely cried, and he never sobbed, but, god was he close now. “Leo! Please just tell me you won’t tell him! He- He’d hate me! I don’t want him to know! Please. Promise me Leo. Please. For me.”" But I also love this from Leaving Old Memories (MAJOR SPOILERS) - "He had pressed the cannon button. He had Shredder's head in the cannon. He knew it would jam and kill not only The Shredder, but himself, too. He wasn’t afraid. His brothers were safe. He wasn’t afraid, he really wasn’t, but there was a squeezing in his chest. Even in his last moments, all he could think about were his brothers. But they were safe. He had made sure of that. He closed his eyes. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise, Leo." both of these break my heart oml.

🎁 (Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?) - I'm so glad you asked this becuase I actually have two wip's that I'm really happy about right now. One of them is an angtsy Racey fic, and the other is a pretty wholesome comfortish fic. Heres one of first paragraphs from my Racey fic - "The amount of times he looked through he and Casey’s text messages in the last 24 hours was alarming. The amount of times he had looked through their pictures together was even more so. He knew he was being dramatic, he could still be friends with Casey, he knew that, but he still felt like he had lost one of the most important people in his life. He knew Casey didn’t like him like he did, but still, the confirmation hurt." And heres a piece from my more fluffy one from Donnies perspective - "Depending on how severe the nightmare was, he sometimes would make a nest of blankets on the ground next to Raph’s bed. Though he didn’t like to admit it, he found it really comforting to sleep in Raph’s room, away from all his beeping and buzzing machines that he lived with. Eventually, he would come to Raph’s bedroom not only when he had nightmares, but also when he was frustrated with whatever he was working on late into the night. He found it helpful to rant for a short time, then curl up and sleep in the soft warm light coming from Raph’s night light."

💕(What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?) - Probably Fade Me Away! I like, can't stop thinking about it. Not that anyone reading this is probably interested, but my favorite of my It fics is probably Seeing You Makes it Better. I just think theres something so romantic about it that I haven't been able to bring into my TMNT fics at all.

🦈(Which character is the toughest to write?) - Definitly Mikey 100%. Don't get me wrong, I love him so much, but I just feel like it's really hard for me to relate to him. He really reminds me of my little sister, though, so I just try to think of her when I write him!

🚦(What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?) - My favorite to read and write are defenitly really sad angst fics, but with hopeful endings. Especially in my It days, I would often have the last sentences be that way. Examples, "Even if things weren’t exactly okay right now, Bill was certain they would be, as long as he had Stan on his side." Or, "Bill felt the weight of the night lift off his chest. He was safe with Stan, and he always would be. Stan was enough of a home Bill would ever need." I like the fic to really hurt, but I don't like to leave people walking away feeling compleatly unhappy lol.

💡(How many WIPs do you currently have?) - 6! 4 TMNT ones and 2 It ones, but the It ones are realistically pretty abandoned.

🎯 (Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?) - Not really! Though I'm almost at 50,000 words on ao3, so that'll be fun to hit!

🎨(If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?) Omg anything really. Thats like a dream of mine. I guess if I had to choose, Raph with his mechanical arm from Fade Me Away would be really awesome!

[erismourn]

honestly. it felt kinda bad tho timing wise for them to have that unresolved tension and then she dies not long after. idk it just felt shitty in a punishment kinda way? maybe i'm reaching i just don't like the idea of sending a message of 'woman not nice to man deserves death.' they could've picked way better reasons to write/construct her death that didn't result in fridging her for crow's story. what gets me is her VA is the same as caiatl's so its also like... why did she need to go again? it also doesn't help that story lines get put down and picked up at such long intervals in-game that shit feels too drug out. downside to a seasonal model i suppose. but yeah even if seasons w/expacs are usually not great/lighter this... still felt pretty bad storywise like shit even undying/hunt/risen had a distinct and somewhat fulfilling conclusion (even tho sometimes i disagree with it)

no you've 100% hit the nail on the head - they tried to justify her death by making her mean and failed wildly, because amanda ISN'T LIKE THAT AS A CHARACTER, has not ever been, and should by all rights have been over her desire to shoot crow in the head because he looks like the guy who kileld her friend by this point in the story. like, she's privy to a lot of classified info. she knows crow knows what's up and that he isn't the same as uldren. WHY was she still mad. has she been touchy about crow the whole time because they were trying to build up narrative justification to kill her becuase she's mean to the uwu soft boy????? i don't know

as far as the voice acting thing goes - they do share a VA for sure, I think that bungie is trying to pare down the cast in general so they can introduce new characters without things becoming entirely overhwelming for players. or, they are trying to cut costs by not having the voice actress do double duty. who knows! I don't work there.

i agree about the long term stuff as well. I think that the seasonal model would succeed more if they did fewer seasons per expac but made them more detailed/have longer story content. i get that gamers would get bored because they're little pissbabies but if we're talking from a standpoint of improving Literally Anything Else, I think they should do less seasons. (that's not to say that appeasing the gamers is an invalid strategy. honestly if I were a bungie dev I would do whatever it took to keep gamers from showing up at my work with weapons, because destiny players have threatened to do so before!!!!)

i am also inclined to agree that the writing has taken a serious downturn. EVERYTHING about lf and its seasonal content - down to the soudntrack, even - feels lesser in quality than it has been. i'm willing to bet that it's because they had to split lf and final shape into 2 dlcs. i can only hope that the sacrifice in writing quality here will pay off in more resources dedicated to the story in final shape and beyond

[dvdmitri]

I have been a Star Wars fan for about two decades now. And I have always been baffled by the prevailing need of fans to have their stories validated by a big daddy from on high. I am, of course, once again talking about canon.

When I first got into Star Wars, I must have been 15 or 16. And once I discovered the EU, I went to town on it. I think it was my first exposure to expanded universes as a concept and I greatly enjoyed interconnectivity of the stories written by a bunch of different authors. Soon I learned about the retcons as well, which didn't stop me for a second. I took it in stride. Sure, with such a large body of work written over several decades, contraditions were bound to crop up, that was only natural.

I was aware of the concept of the canon but didn't bother myself with it too much. The events of the films were set in stone. The rest was sort of nebulous. I knew there was such thing as official canon and the tier-system. I knew there were people responsible for mantaining canon, heard the names, but didn't pay much attention. I just picked and chose stories I liked more, the stories that gelled together better with each other. For example, I immediately rejected The Clone Wars cartoon because I felt that the show was lackluster at best and becuase it introduced a bunch of things that didn't fit the rest of the EU. The fact that it gained so much popularity has been painful.

Which if why it always irked me when someone tried to invoke the names of some spokesperson or creative person to say that some facts or events or stories have more inherent truth to them than others. I feel like they were missing the entire point of reading/watching/playing the material before them. Who cares what a writer says in some interview about the plot or character they came up with? Isn't it more fun to study the plot and the characters for yourself and reach your own conclusions? After all, if the story is written well enough, the message will come throguh, isn't it?

That's not to say I was never swayed by that, it's just I did my best to remember that the people at the top of the creative group can be wrong too and don't understand the full unintended breadth and angles of the things they came up with and how it connects to other things. Especially when they don't actually give that much of a damn about it, which is fair too.

There's also an aspect that a lot of fan speces are dominated by dipshits who try to build any unofficial gathering into a hierarchy of some sort, preferably with them at the top. Those are the same sort of dipshits who try to turn every discussion into an argument, as if an objective truth can be found in a pile of fiction. And those are the same dipshits who think that "George Lucas / Dave Filoni / Pablo Hidalgo / Leland Chee / whoever said that..." is the ultimate counterpoint to everything, posing themselves as prophets who speak the words of God. Fuck them and fuck their gods.

As always, love Star Wars, hate Star Wars fans.

[ccfan1999]

Continuing from dms

Regarding the feeling It is presented in ultimate universe #1 as something that thor, reed (who here is doom, to show how much the maker's changes have affected) and tony all felt before they knew it. So part of the premise is that they have that underlying feeling. But if we have to specificy with peter, in invasion he has the bit about maybe it being his turn, before it doesnt happen. That and playing on the whole "showing them all" part of af15 i guess

Does it mess with the premise? The premise is peter becoming spidey when he's 35 and the tagline in the YT trailer (with almost 700k views) is quite literally "a spider-man saga unlike any other". Meanwhile the original USM's idea was "spider-man but in the 2000s from the ground up" geared for adaptations to use it as a source material. And hoenstly i would argue the first four arcs of Bendis’s USM were pretty good, he only started to drop the ball later. And honestly comparing it with the first issue of bendis’s USM it does just as much to set its characters, arguably more so by giving both JJ, Ben and harry actual motivations going foward. I mean, its part of the setup that they’re a couple. Tho honestly…i think them getting togheter is one of the easiest parts to buy. MJ already thought peter was cute pre-bite in parell lives, and she only blew off their introductory dates becuase she knew he was spidey, and without that and presumably peter never being in a relationship with gwen they’d probably just jump at it sooner, even if with time and all. And i mean originally what we saw was the journey of them falling in love, but this is a story that starts with them already in love, using the fact that they’re the defacto couple in nearly every iteration to start them in a different point in life. I mean there was a whole 5 issue prelude to more or less explain why things are different as the main hook for all 4 upcoming books. And this, much like the original ultimate, or earth one, or the new 52’s earth two or noir, or gaslight or 1602 is a pure AU. Its not a what if, or a bool sold around the idea that its a spin off from 616 ala spider-girl. If anything the main hook here is that this setting is a reversal of the original ultimate.

Also related honestly peter’s parents being alive makes sense as a result of the stuff maker does to begin with, since there’s no US, there’s no SHIELD, so they wouldnt go on a plane and die when he’s a baby.

Regarding the responsability thing Its more so that it is played with, in that context its someone using it ironically, since its about preventing a hero from being made by chance. Especially as its someone that would be aware of it once being a college of his peter. The traditional responsability speech is basically giving by ben with the whole bit about inaction coming from the man whose been his parental figure for 20 years here. It amounts to the same message just expressed differently, like the one scene from tasm but a bit better written.

I read Ultimate Spider-Man #1 by Hickman

So I checked this out in isolation of the whole event or events leading up to it.

I'm trying to decide if this is a case of false advertising or if it is actually as disappointing as it seemed.

This series was marketed on the grounds of 'come check out a married Spider-Man with kids'. But that was by no means the focus of the story. The focus was upon a) Uncle Ben's grieving Aunt May and b) peter's choice about whether to be Spider-Man or not.

Let me steelman and say, hey, the marketing was exploitative but that isn’t Hickman’s fault.

Honestly, this premise is still rather broken.

Let’s say, for the sake of argument, this universe is identical to 616 except the Maker has strategically meddled with it to avert the existence of superheroes.

Okay…so he made sure Peter’s parents died when he was 15 instead of like a toddler. And also that he wasn’t bitten by the spider. And also that there was no burglar. Couldn’t he have just gotten rid of the spider? Why all the extra stuff? And if he didn’t do anything other than get rid of the spider…why are all those other things different?

Speaking of which how/when/why does Jameson know the Parker family at all? Uncle Ben was a factory worker, he had NOTHING to do with the newspaper business and why would a working class guy like him know a millionaire/billionaire like Jameson? Why would he ever go into that business? Why would the Maker change that at all? If he didn’t change that how could ANY of the changed he made in the timeline ever have resulted in that?

Similarly, why is PETER working for the Bugle? Peter’s interest in photography was specifically in relation to his career as Spider-Man. Yes, he developed something of an interest in it later in life in his 20s, but that was a fleeting thing after he left college. It was never really his long term career goal. Sure, you could say he is working on the science section of the Bugle. But…why? Why wouldn’t he just, you know….go into a scientific field in general? What does the Maker gain from changing that if he was responsible for changing that at all?*

And this, in fact, is a microcosm of how the premise of this story is borked. In a world where Peter Parker

Is an adult

Was not really raised by Uncle Ben and Aunt May because his parents died when he was 15

Never experienced the death of Uncle Ben or Aunt May in his teens

Was never a superhero

HOW exactly is he the character we know and love? The fun of a What If or AU is contrasting the new version to the character we are familiar with. But by rights he should be MASSIVELY different as a person. He wasn’t raised by people who were almost a generation older than his parents. He didn’t have to bear the burden of being a provider or caregiver for his household as a teenager. He never had to cope with the guilt of Uncle Ben’s death. And would he even know the Great Power/Great Responsibility thing considering it was a combination of being RAISED by his aunt and uncle along with Ben’s death that drilled that into him? In this universe neither of those things are factors so if he DOES live by that life lesson how and why would he?

As an extension of that, how and why did he wind up with Mary Jane considering his upbringing combined with his life as Spider-Man were important factors in them falling in love. Mary Jane was attracted to his sense of responsibility, but that sense of responsibility came about due to his upbringing and that upbringing has changed. Not to mention, given her abusive father, knowing Peter was a man who had incredible power (like her father had over her) but used it responsibility was a HUGE aspect of her attraction to him, plus she got turned on by the danger to some extent.

So…how did they hook up? Unless the Maker for some fucking reason decided to make sure MJ’s Dad was a successful author and never touched the booze. But WHY would he do that????????????

And then you have the big one which is…Peter can magically sense he is in fact supposed to be Spider-Man….um…Okay, so, yes, Peter does have a certain belief in destiny because he talked about it maybe being his destiny to be Spider-Man when he was a teenager and even older. But…that was a belief. He questioned it. He never SENSED that about himself. You could argue being Spider-Man is from his POV something he doesn’t have a choice about, but that’s like saying a parent doesn’t have a choice to look after their kids. They do. It’ just that you do not have a choice about it if you feel compelled to be a good person. It was never a magical bullshit thing.

Hickman in this regard and in his general portrayal of Peter is almost making this weird ass nature over nurture argument. That Peter wouldn’t been broadly the same kind of guy we always knew him to be albeit he could commit to a 9/5, a family and be less tightly strung because he doesn’t have the stress of heroism or guilt shit. And I guess he has less of a sense of humour? (Although so does Uncle ben, though he is grieving…although Jonah is a lot more touchey feeley than he should be as well sooooooo….)

But that’s just…lame.

It’s making a mockery of Peter Parker’s struggles in the 616 and most traditional portrayals. His experiences are integral in forming him into who he is as a person. Hickman is arguing that Richard and Mary’s DNA was actually the most important thing in shaping his personality. Unless are we really saying Richard and Mary would’ve been broadly the same kind of parents May and Ben were? They were goddam CIA agents!?

And on top of that…the story is making this BROKEN argument for Peter being a superhero. He feels like he is drifting through life. He feels unfulfilled. Like something is missing. Uh huh…um…what about your kids bro?

If you become a superhero aren’t you going to be potentially exposing your family to danger? Don’t you risk your kids growing up without a father because you get killed, crippled or are generally occupied a lot by being a hero.

Now, to be clear, that situation is A LOT different to 616 Peter who already had great power before meeting MJ. He also started his career at age 15 vs this Peter who’s literally going to learn how to web-swing and fight at age 35! Shit, most people whobecome soldiers, fire fighters or police officers don’t START their careers (with 0 training btw) at age 35! And there is a massive support network for those roles too.

I’m not saying Peter can’t be a superhero and a family man, but I am saying it is morally wrong for him to CHOOSE to turn himself into a superhero when he already is a family man. This is like saying it is okay for a man in his midlife crisis to blow a chunk of the family savings on a sports car or get himself a 20 year old mistress because it will make him a more engaged husband and father.

Basically, this first issue represents a lose-lose scenario from where I am standing. We don’t know much about how this Peter is different. The ways in which he is don’t make sense. The ways in which he is similar don’t make sense. These questions need to be answered BEFORE we get to the premise of the story (Peter choosing to be Spider-Man at age 35 when he is a family man). And the premise itself is unbelievable unless we want to buy into Peter being a selfish asshole, which therefore makes him unlikable in general and very much NOT like the Spidey we know and love.

Basically, this series might as well NOT be about Peter Parker in the first place, but some other guy living through a mid-life crisis by becoming a superhero.

*Are you noticing how I kee coming back to the Maker as a explanation for these changes? I don’t even know if the stuff leading into this spelt out what he was and wasn’t involved with, but that is a big question that should be addressed. Unfortunately it is the ONLY way to explain these changes beyond ‘its just different because it is’. And either way it is lazy and lame as shit.

[brittle-doughie]

Hello Hello!!

May I request how your favorite cookies would react to this.

Y/N was walking around the town running an errand. Thankfully this errand didnt need to be rushed to they were takin their time. When they were suddenly pulled by a stranger to a photo shoot set up taking place around the area. Apparently the bride model couldn’t make it and they need someone to fill in her place. So Y/N was quickly put into appropriate clothes (wedding dress or tux) and pushed into their partner for the shoot. Y/N thought this situation was hilarious and couldn’t stop laughing and becuase their laughing was contagious their partner was soon laughing. This makes the photos look very genuine. These photos looked so good that the company decided to post these to social media right away even thought the product need for the shoot hadn’t come out yet. Y/N is told if they come for the second shoot another day and they agree. How would the cookies react to this. Also the partner cookie is some random model cookie.

Can I also be 💞love Anon

Thank you!!

A Phenomenal Photo

Y/N Cookie unintentionally shooting for the stars here.

You had the company return a email to you, asking if you could come over for another shoot. They along with their collaborators can’t get enough of the photos that were shot earlier, they, along with the model cookie you were with, really want more photos involving you! The amount of pleading made you sheepishly chuckle in embarrassment, but you ultimately agreed to do another shoot.

They weren’t the only ones who thought you looked great. The company shared the photos on their social media, even though the product the photos were associated with hadn’t been shipped to stores yet. Cookies on social media shared their joy and awe at the photos, complimenting both you and the modeling cookie but mostly you. You being in wedding-like attire did scare cookies too, believing that you were swooped up from under them, some make their responses apparent.

You can’t have anything related to clothes and outfits without these two knowing about it. While the two cookies do admit that you looked wonderful in your attire, they have this uneasy feeling that this company might use you to their own gain. Bonbon will be worried for you, she doesn’t want those corporate drones to make you a soulless brand with their standard issue clothing. Sour Belt is more aggressive, stating how you deserve better then to be a product placement, she can design an outfit that was a hundred times better! A part of their reluctance was their hidden desire to be the ones to design your wedding outfit, for they have their own outfits ready for that special day~

Shining Glitter loved those photos! She’s reposting all the tweets featuring you on her social media, further increasing their exposure. You looked amazing in those clothes and she simply must get a photo with you in them, she’ll make frequent messages to the company asking if she can collab with them just so she can get many chances to take photos of you that she’ll cherish for a long time. She wanted to be next you smiling and laughing together, it makes her feel warm inside to get a forever memory between you two~ If she does feel like the company is overstepping any boundaries she has involving you, she’ll remind them of her large following and they wouldn’t want a bad reputation now, would they? So they better treat you very well and all will be good~

What was these photos that showed you with that wonderful smile of yours alongside a cookie that wasn’t her? Why, she should make sure that this model cookie isn’t trying anything funny with you, it would be a shame if they were to collapse before they could even get home…Scorpion Cookie snagged photos off a tourist who was visiting Yogurca when she caught a glimpse of you on them. Seeing you with another cookie, with that look of genuine joy and laughter, she felt a shadow over her closed eyes and her grin getting wider as envy took over as she looked at the model cookie next to you. Suddenly, she’s long overdue for a visit, her current jobs are postponed for the time being. It’s about time she came to see you again..and to deal with this nuisance of a modeling cookie..

Orange Cookie is another cookie who would repost every photo that the company have placed up, she thinks you looked awesome in those clothes and wants to look at your happy expression forever. Lime, Grapefruit, and Lemon share her sentiment when they saw the photos too and would have their little friend group dedication a portion of the time to talking about the photos that the company would post of you. Orange is always enthusiastic to show them off first, she still can’t get over how great they looked! Sure, the wedding-like theme does worry her a bit, but she pushes those down to support you fully on this gig you were doing! The modeling cookie would likely have threatening DMs from the other citrus members though.

Your letterbox is getting crammed that week, Cotton Candy just has so much to say when she saw those photos of you. It filled her with so much warmth, so much joy and love that she can’t describe vocally! She writes them down in large amounts of letters full of nothing but admiration and affection for you as she described how wonderful you looked in your attire! There are words of worry peppered in here and there, she worries this modeling cookie you were with might get attached and take you away from her, oh she didn’t know what she would do if that happened! She wishes that her words of love would sway you over to her!

Almond Cookie is especially worried, he knows how other cookies are with you, so having the general population of cookies getting a look at your shining side meant the potential of stalkers and even those wishing to kidnap you! He’s dedicated himself to be your around the clock security to ensure your safety is kept and any scoundrels are arrested where they stand. It was low key an excuse to be near you all the time too, having a nice chat over a coffee as he complimented you on the photos, how you looked pretty great in them. He’ll arrest any cookie swiftly and with force if they show signs of malicious intent with you, no one is getting near you with him around…

[his-saiko]

I Just Want You

🍰 A collab with @sugardaddyreo. What is your love language? A continuation from Heartache.

🍰 Hanma Shuji x Reader. Quality time.

🍰 "I just wanted you to be there."

🍰 wc. 909

You were dumbfounded. It felt like your heart skipped a beat but as you put your hand into your chest you feel it racing. Your cheeks were warm so much that the heat reached to your ears.

You didn't know what to think. Honestly, what is there to think? This man left you, and now you see him regretting that decision. Just when you were fine with yourself without him. You raised your head and felt tears forming but just before they even stream down, you wiped them away. It's been how long? It's been long enough that you for sure came into terms of never being together again. All those night you cried, all those pleads to the winds and just when you stopped it falls right into your way.

You wanted to be angry. How dare he left you! But you couldn't because a part of you wished that at least someone like him — someone even better — comes along. Well, he's here now. Like some sadistic joke from fate. You take a very deep breath to calm yourself. What are you supposed to say? Are you supposed to talk to him even? After all that you went through? You did want answers though...

"Do you have time to talk?" Well, it's the only thing you can offer. Maybe he really was just drunk and sent you that. When he's sober, he probably just doesn't want anything to do with you. You put your phone down and decided to go about your day but to your absolute shock your phone rang. You picked it up immediately. "Hello?"

"Hello?"

You almost choked at the sound of his voice. Your cheeks warmed up again at the sound of his voice. "Shuji?" You muttered as you pinch your nose. You really didn't think this through as much as you thought.

"Hey, Y/n." You can hear his smile through the phone. "Are— Are you good? Have you been good? It's been a while, right?" He stutters.

You hummed. "I guess it has been a while." You chuckled. "Are you okay? You didn't seem... okay from your voice message last night."

"Yeah... I wasn't... Look if you don't want anything to do with me I get it—"

"Why did you leave?" You finally asked him.

"What?"

"Why did you leave? Without telling me, you just blocked me on everything and now this? What do you want?" You bit your lip as you try to hold yourself down. Your heart was racing even more but even you don't know why exactly.

"Y/n... Ah fuck. Look, I fucked up I knew that way before." He let out. "I just can only admit it now because now at least I can own up to what happens next..."

You were silent. A lump in your throat was starting to form and your eyes started to blur a bit.

"I left becuase I thought I wasn't enough for you. I got..." He exhaled. "I got scared..." He tried to cover his sob with a laugh but his voice breaking did not help. "Fuck, Y/n. You're such an amazing person to me. Just... Just you sending pics with your messy hair and baggy clothes just doing whatever is enough to make my heart race. Just you sending me random things you learn and find just makes me light up. It's just— It's just you. I tried to move on I really fucking did but—"

You sighed deeply. "You're actually stupid." You said to make him stop rambling. It can be taken as because you're tired of it but honestly it's because you couldn't take the heat plastered on your face. "Shuji, I never needed much from you. I don't want money, gifts or anything. I just needed your time. I just wanted you with me."

You were met with silence on the other side.

"I understand if you have things to do. I get that I can be clingy at times but it's understandable that you won't be able to reply immediately. Just... when you do can you at least make up for it and not just act like you saw my messages."

"I know, baby— I— I mean—"

"I know, Shuji. Relax." You laughed.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, are you sure you don't want money and gifts?"

"It's nice and all but it's not really something I need from you, you know?"

"You mean I made myself rich for nothing?" He joked.

You couldn't hold your laugh in. "I mean if you need me to I can make you go broke."

"If it's you, I'll give you everything."

"Shuji..." You went back to your somber tone.

"Yeah?"

"Just next time... When you're scared... Just— Just talk to me. I'll always have time to help you through things."

"You mean..."

"You don't have to leave me alone."

He let out another breath of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll make sure to do that. I'll do that and more. I'll give you everything you want."

"Okay, Shuji. Calm down." You roll your eyes. Just this side of him that no one else sees is enough to make you blush. "You still gotta earn that spot you want." Though you never really give out an opening to your heart all this time. You did maybe once but it didn't feel like anything at all.

"I have all the time in the world for you."

© 2023 Alfi. Do not replicate.

[downtondownstairs]

Downton Abbey - A New Era

I've come home and on my way I texted (while walking) @nanokouw, poured all the fresh thoughts and impressions into lots of text messages.

First the unspoilery bits:

Look at the picture above: isn't that a beautiful theatre? That's the cinema hall of the "Cinema Paris" in Berlin. They only have one hall and it feels special sitting in auch a nice one instead of visiting just another big cinema chain.

The audience was of course most interested in Violet's snarky comments and I guess most of the movie goers were fans of the series and not people who saw a few episodes of Downton and decided to give the movie a go. And that's what I think will happen with this movie a lot. Because it really felt much more intimate and more like a very long (sadly also very rushed) episode of the series. A long Christmas special if you like. I felt a bit uncomfortable sharing it with so many strangers while watching it. I didn't feel like that with the first movie.

And now to the spoilery bits (I have to get my laptop because you cannot do a read more on the crapp)

First of all: The second movie felt better than the first one. Like I said: it was more intimate because you had to know the history of the characters, their storylines, their backstories, what happend to Matthew, Henry, Molesley and co in the series. Otherwise the viewer will get lost! Therefore I hope that the DVD is released very soon becuase I have to watch that movie alone (or in company of my dearest fellow Downtonians) to fully enjoy it.

Second: there was too much happening in the movie. Everything felt a bit rushed (remember I have only seen it once, an hour ago, I might change my opinion once I’ve seen it a second time). There were a lot of different storylines that could’ve easily filled three or four episodes of a regular 8 episode series. 

1. Villa in France

2. Filmcrew at Downton

3. Cora has some mysterious health scare that turns out not to be a death sentence but we only find out what it is at the very end. And this storyline had  (in my opinion) no real purpose for the plot of the movie. It was just there and felt out of place.

4. Tom and Lucy’s wedding

5. Thomas leaving Downton to be with Guy Dexter because the movie star offered him a job and to share his house with him 

6. Molesley proposing to Baxter (and Carson being totally OK with that - what a suprise, you old curmudgeon)

7. and then Daisy plotting in two quick scenes to get Mr Mason and Mrs Patmore together. It was a nice idea but I bet half of the audience didn’t even realise what happend because it was really rushed at the end and felt like a “oh I forgot to give that storyline a proper ending, well here it is”-move

8.the ending: Violet dying. There was a lot of foreshadowing throughout the movie and it felt like the right thing to do, especially after the first movie. The scenes leading to it were really well done. And I tried not to cry my eyes out. Very very moving moments and scenes.

Third: The movie felt more balanced than the first one. Of course it didn’t have enough downstairs moments (are there ever?). The first movie had more of the drama downstairs because of the royal visit, more group scenes. The second had more ensemble scenes with Mary because of the film crew. However, everyt downstairs character had their moment. Anna and Daisy helping the lead actress, Mrs Hughes basically running the house while Carson is away and saving the day twice, Molesley coming to the rescue because he’s such a Hollywood fanboy.

What annoyed me was that Carson and Mrs Hughes were in two different places. And that a lot of the scenes were simply too short and cut off. Elsie didn’t feel as crabby as in the first movie but there were three moments where I thought that something was missing: a proper goodbye between her and Charles when they go off to France, a welcome back on their return and a hug or at least touching him when Violet dies. She was a bit more her old, plotting self with snarky comments and although I miss the cute Carson/Hughes from series 1-6, they felt a bit better in this movie than in the last one.(sadly without holding hands or anything)

But: I have to watch it a second time

I was the only one (I think) that went awwwwwweeeeee at the bedroom scene the two share and definitely the ONLY one that uttered a rather loud yaaaaay at the first aerial shot of the movie: Belchamp Hall, better known as “Felsham Hall”. I heard people behind me mutter “this is not Downton Abbey?” and I had to bite my tongue. And at the wedding, my main task was to try and spot all the downstairs couples. 

So my overall verdict: the movie was (in my opinion, after having watched it once) better than the first one because it felt more true to the series. I am still missing the old downstairs but I guess I would have to blackmail JF to remember how to write that *sigh*

Will watch it a second time on Monday or Tuesday, with a friend who is a fan but not as crazy as I am ;-). But she wanted to watch it too (and couldn’t join me tonight) so she’ll have to live with me going on and on and on about some of the scenes after the movie.

[mxuki]

Is encanto really as good as everyone thinks?

-SPOILERS FOR ENCANTO AND UP-

i know it may seem like im a bit late to the party but the truth is when i saw encanto first getting popular it felt strange.

it felt like i watched a completely different movie ngl and i kept my mouth shut back then because i didnt wanna ruin the fun for everyone else lol

but tbh im pissed off at disney and i cant keep my mouth shut for any longer now.

let me just, get to the point-

Encanto is a terrible movie that fails at the fundamentals of story telling

you see, if u manage to see through the tears and actually pay attention to the plot of the film, it is so b a d

now i'll give them credit where credit is due, they had a really interesting concept and very good ideas

but they executed it so poorly its laughable.

you see, this film isnt a film

its a cash grab on the name of nostalgia and emotions

idk abt other peope but to me, encanto felt very empty. From the way i see it, disney just wanted to make the next frozen with touchy feely themes about family and love and healing and runions but it sort of failed.

the characters in encanto seem extremely shallow. the "development" they get (.i.e. isabella, luisa, abuela etc) dosn't really feel like true development. it seemed extremely artificial and almost felt like an act disney was putting on to fool everyone else into thinking that they're actually good in writing characters. i mean sure, they have distinct personality traits, trauma, backstories and everything a character needs to have depth but what undermines this imo is the plot.

now idk if i just have a taste for suspenseful thriller movies or something but i enjoy a nice touchy feely movie alright (for instance Up) but encanto really lacked the substance it needed for it to truely shine.

Im gonna use Up as an example to explain what i mean

in the beginning of up, in the very first few minutes carl and ellie's characters have light years more personality then mirabel or luisa for example. The plot itself enhances it.

In the beginning of up, its very clear that carl is intorverted and uncertain, he wants more from life. he wants to go on adventures but he needs someone to be there for him. he needs someone to provide certainty and comfort even in chaos.

and ellie does exactly that. Her very first impression on carl and the audience makes it clear that she's very much into adventure and is the sun to carl's moon.

now what about isabella and mirabel?

they uh

have sister....problems...

and...

......

isabellla is a people pleaser i guess?

and what does the plot do to enchance this?

they make the dinner go wrong becuase of bruno's rats and mirabel gets blamed for it so isabella doubles down on her inner flaws???

like i get what they were trying to do with mira and isa's characters and what theme they were going for but it just fell really flat. the writing really failed in making me care about them or their issues. they seem like caricatures of real people who probably exist but they seem very one dimensional and flat.

honestly i think encanto would've been a lot better if it was a show as that would give the writers more time to flesh out these characters and make them loveable.

And this brings me to the most saddening part of this whole thing....

Disney dosn't care

they dont care that their ip would've benefited from being a show instead of a film, or that the final product is trash. All the care about is make touchy feely movies with the same theme and the same messed up message about love and boundaries over and over again with the same highly merchandisable characters that'll have the dolls and dresses flying off of the shelves because that's what it ultimately comes down to.

They don't care because they don't have to

Its simple really. they dont care because they're so absurdly big that it dosnt matter if they keep making terrible movie after terrible movie, uninspired sequel after uninspired sequel (lookin at u, frozen 2) because so many people are attached to the walt disney brand that they'll watch it regardless and buy the terrible quality merch without a second thought for their kids to play with so they can grow up and do the same thing to their kids.

Its tragic that this is what the beautiful medium of animation and film has come down to.

[pinemartenstudios]

This is actually a vent post. Even though this is a finished piece of fanart, I won't be tagging the official Cookie Run media this time. Yesterday I shared my opinion about Blue Lily Cookie, that was a negative one, and people started harassing me through qrts. They accused me of mysogyny and discrimination torwards people with bpd (Borderline Personality Dissorder), a mental dissease I didn't know about. Before yesterday, what I saw in Blue Lily was someone with an unhealthy emotional dependence and fear of abandonment, who acted as a jerk on purpuse (she admited it textually), hurting even the person who she feared she would abandon her. My hatred torwards Blue Lily isn't because of her gender, or her condition: was because of that declaration. If she were a male character I would have reacted the same way to that information and I would have hated him anyways. But after being told she was written in a realisic way, coded to have that dissease by the only peaceful person who shared their point of view in a civilized way, I made my research, and she indeed fills the marks regarding its simptoms. In spite of having changed my opinion about Blue Lily and shared it, people kept with the hatred messages, insults and accusations. I even saw people starting discourse about mysogyny in the fandom and I started getting nervous, because I felt it was direct consequence of having expressed my opinion. I have uninstalled Twitter for a while, because in spite of having listened to their voices, they aren't listening to mine, and keep with the ignorant insults and accusations. Do you know how wrong does it feel being a woman and being accused of hating the entirety of womankind just because of disliking a SINGLE fictional character? I'm not saying women can't be like that, but those people don't know me and are judging me becuase of a single opinion that now has changed. Blue Lily isn''t my cup of tea, but now I understand her better. Thank you for the few people who listened to me and supported me, seriously. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!ateez as fanboys

Hongjoong: 

The moment he hears one song from your latest album, it immediately swept him off his feet from the ground and made the decision to stan you. You are his favorite soloist. The moment he hears your latest comeback album, he immediately listened to all your other songs and made his research about you that night. Of course, the caffeine boosting him. 

He made a lot of social media accounts just to follow you. Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, you name it. He would follow your every move and post. But is still didn’t feel the same. To Hongjoong, he felt like he was still missing a large chunk of your life and he didn’t want that. The next night, he pulled a couple of strings and ta dah! had access to your very personal information. And he felt so complete afterwards. 

To you, Hongjoong was just one of your few male fans that you adore. I mean, the guy makes covers of your songs. And part of you agreed that when he made his own remix of your songs, it would sound 10000% better than the original. However, you just didn’t noticed the subliminal messages and tones he inserted in his remixes. 

Seonghwa: 

Seonghwa was one of those rare male fansites you have. Being in a 7 member girl group called Starlight, you are the group’s visual, main dancer, lead vocalist, center and face of the group. Once your group made its debut, fame automatically found you. 

Endorsements here and there, landing yourself in various commercial films and even coming to be a guest of variety shows. Your popularity instantly swept off and in a blink of an eye, the whole of South Korea knew your name. And your name tasted delicious in HwaLight_Y/N. Seonghwa’s fansite name dedicated to you. He thought of a name that would connect him to you. Hwa meaning star, replacing the english word and thus the birth of the fansite name. 

With his good looks, he too became known amongst the fans. He was known as your handsome fansite master. And since he was one of the rare male fansites you have, you would immediately recognize him from afar. Smiling at his camera and waving at him. Much to Seonghwa’s delight, he felt like there was already a deep connection between you two. And he wanted more of that. 

He started coming to your unofficial group activities. Slippiing his way inside the venue just to be able to feel your presence a few feet from him. He started purchasing flight and hotel information from other “fans” and would purchase the seat closest to you or the room nearest yours. 

Didn’t noticed those red beaming lights hidden inside your hotel room when you’re changing clothes or taking a shower? Click click! Or you were dead asleep tired from rehearsals when someone barged into your room? Click click! Ever noticed how your favorite red lace underwear went missing only to come back with a stain? Click click! 

Yunho: 

At first, he wasn’t entirely dazzled by you. Yunho was just a regular idol manager who would follow you into your every activities and schedules. He needed the money, plus, companies like him for his tall and muscular physique. The kind of person that can ward off creepy or scary fans that tried to get close to you.

You, on the other hand, is an ex member of your former girl group but found fame as a solo artist. Your debut song swept the charts and immediately won every single music show chart. Topping music chart billboards in every country. Despite all the glitz and glamor that followed you, you felt lonely and desperate for human touch. 

It wasn’t supposed to be how Yunho, naked and in between your legs. How such alcohol can make you two do things that violates his contract with you. One night was all it takes for him to see a completely different side of you. And he wanted more of that. 

Yunho became more protective towards you. Becoming more aggressive to anyone who dares lay a hand on you. Even going as far as sleeping in one bed with you as he thinks “its completely necessary, who know, someone might be barging into your room in the middle of the night?”  You can never get away from him. Companies like him, remember? With his clean records, your company would do anything to keep him signed with you. 

Yeosang: 

Channel YNbyYS is a youtube channel run by Yeosang. It’s the platform wherein he posts his dance covers to your group’s songs. With a bit of his dancing elements and the original choreography of your group, the blend came out much nicer than what everyone expected. His heart leaped more at the idea of you endorsing a chicken brand. From that day forward, he became a regular of the certain chicken brand nearest to him. 

Yeosang may seem like a complete innocent and harmless fanboy. But do you ever what he is behind his dance covering youtube channel? Why, he is the second most influential person in your company. The son of your own CEO. He had his very own place within the company. And he uses it to the extent of getting closer to you. 

The gifts that came into your company? Those are ALL Yeosang’s gifts for you. From the dresses to the shoes. He shamelessly threw away other gifts’ that were for you because according to him “he is the only relevant and special person that can offer you gifts”. Anything else is directly to the bin. 

And you wonder how your “fans” know your taste in fashion. 

Mingi: 

Mingi, before being blacklisted by your company, was just a regular fanboy of your group. You were the group’s main rapper and the lyrics to your bars spoke volumes to him. He was just casually listening to your verses and mixtapes until one day, he realized that he wanted to be more than just your fanboy.

It started slowly when he would attend your group’s fansigns and even follow you towards the airport. But the bodyguards prevented him from coming anymore closer to you. And so he did the unthinkable. Knocking down a bodyguard that was shielding you and enveloping you in his arms. His heartbeat raced and he felt a second heartbeat between his pants. With you in his arms, he only realized how petite yet handful you are. Hands running all over your body, burying his nose in your hair inhaling that soft and sweet strawberry shampoo that you use. 

Despite being blacklisted, he never cared about going public and meeting you at your group or individual activities. Instead, he resorted to barging into your dorm. Whether you’re home or not. 

 San: 

You are your group’s maknae and visual. Dubbed as Korea’s IT Girl, your face can be found anywhere in Seoul. From commercial films to leading Korean dramas, releasing your own solo album and attending fashion weeks, you are always the talk of the town. Whenever your name comes up, its always met with praises. Of course, the people loves you! You are a crowd and fan favorite. 

And you had managed to capture the eyes and heart of San. Calling himself as your number 1 fan. He was never absent in any of your activities. Getting front row seats in your concerts, being present at your variety shows and even buying products that you endorse - soju, cosmetics, literally anything. 

To your fans, he is the biggest fanboy you ever had. And it was quite entertaining to watch him profess his love to you. You even chuckled a few of his pick up lines that he threw at you during your fansigns. When asked if you had anything memorable that a fan ever did to you, the answer would always be San. 

Behind closed doors, San kept a dirty secret. Remember how he always gets front row seats to your concerts? He hid a camera in his clothes to film your upskirt. Beating his meat every night to his own collection of your tight and revealing clothing. Remember how you would endorse anything? He’d buy it and imagine how ripping it off your body feels like. His greatest possession? Your black lingerie. Too bad, you’re never getting it back. 

Wooyoung: 

ForYN is a website account run by Wooyoung. He regularly updates his content - from posting your pictures that are uploaded today, to your daily activities, the products you use and a little sub website from his channel wherein he writes poems and graphical fanfiction of himself with you. But of course no one would ever read between the lines. The way how Wooyoung would write would be so poetical and endearing that it? doesn’t? have? any? hidden? meaning? 

He only came once to your fansign and gave you a pink teddybear. It wasn’t the best gift you owned but you liked it somehow. There was something about the teddybear that you didn’t know why you’re into it. Its just a plain gift but everytime you look at it, its as if you’re drawn to it. 

Maybe becuase you didn’t noticed how it has camera eyes? 

Wooyoung’s love for you deepened when he caught you humping on the pink teddybear. Cum splattering all over its face. It was just one gift, but it was everything to you. 

And Wooyoung’s working on the next entry for his fanfiction. 

Jongho: 

For today, you were having your own vlive. Doing what you called a YN mukbang. As the convenient food store you bought was placed on the table, you began to greet yours fans, asking them how they are feeling before digging in your food. Among the hundreds and thousands of viewers, Jongho was one of them. 

He was engrossed in two things: one, how adorable and beautiful you look despite just eating. Second, the rude comments that were popping up in your live video. Rude remarks of body shaming were what caught his attention. He took his time digging deeper into someone else’s username and IP address. Once he got a hold of their information, he would report those comments and head out. In his disguise while hunting the people who made disguisting remarks at you. No one should ever make such remarks to a goddess. 

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.

"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph

"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria

"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.

"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph

"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley

"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.

Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.

"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria

"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria

"Thanks." Maria

•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•

"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table

"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.

"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood

"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug

"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.

"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony

"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood

"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony

"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee

"What else can she do Tony." - Batman

"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony

"Anything else?" - Batman

(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony

As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.

"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria

"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.

After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.

•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•

Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.

"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien

"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé

"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg

"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"

"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg

"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé

"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg

"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien

"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.

"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter

"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg

Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"

•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•

So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.

"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin

"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony

•—–· Back to the girls ·–—•

The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.

"Hide!" - Steph

"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley

"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara

As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.

"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened

"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman

"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.

"Should we start heading out?" - Maria

"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara

"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria

"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute

•—–·–—•

Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.

"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara

"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley

"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria

"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara

Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.

"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"

•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•

The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.

"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman

"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle

"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood

"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle

"We're on our way." - Batman

They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.

•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•

So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.

"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow

"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley

"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.

As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.

As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.

And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.

"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila

All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.

"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila

The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.

"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila

Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)

"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria

Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.

"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow

She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.

Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.

"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.

"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley

As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.

"We'll take it from here." - Batman

"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley

Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.

If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.

•—–·†·–—•

Chapter 6 complete! Hope you'll liked it, and are havin' a fantabulous day, stay safe and rock all those positive vibes. !BUG-OUT! 🐞💮🐞

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[blxxdyvalentine19xx]

The good, The bad, And the ugly

○ Jaden Hossler x Landon Barker

○ Rook Cappellettly x Travis Barker

Jaden had been finalizing his album tracklist when he turned around, seeking Landon's opinion on it. "Hey Land-" he quieted when he found his boyfriend asleep, an arm tucked safely underneath himself. "...and you're asleep" Jaden knew Landon was worrying about his father, they all were.

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Being stirred awake; Landon groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He'd been comfortable and deep in sleep. "Whaat?" Landon mumbled when he felt the bed dip.

"Can't let you sleep all day" Jaden sat on the edge of his bed and flipped the pillow back up.  He carded a hand through Landon's curls, reading a text from cooper. "I know you're not sleeping much as it is." Jaden poped a sweet tart in his mouth, grinning when he felt Landon's arms come around his neck.

"You could..." his head rested on Jaden's shoulder. "That obvious?" Landon instinctually shut his eyes again as Jaden's fingers played at his curls. The feeling was a mundane comfort to him.

Jaden sucked at the sour sweet candy in his mouth. Scoffing as Landon thought it hadn't been obvious. "I was up half the night on the phone with you becuase you couldn't settle." He turned as much as possible, looking at his boyfriend. "Landon, you worrying about him is valid but you can't fixate on it."

Landon loved Jaden, he knew the musician was the kind to sit and listen on the bad days. "Just can't get it off my mind" it was one of the man's better qualities.

He thought for moment, pursing his lips. "I have to be over at Kells' later" Jaden spoke, "Come with me and just chill out for a bit" He was sure Kells wouldn't mind, it was Landon after all. "Get your mind off your dad and onto something else."

"You sure he won't mind?" He cracked a smile when Jaden took his hand. "Kells usually has a hundred different things going" Landon admited he would miss Jaden once the volt left for tour.

"I'm not gonna see much of you once I get on that bus other than video calls and maybe the odd show." Jaden kissed Landon's fingers; pulling him into a kiss. "He's not going to care, open door policy." He shrugged, grinning when Landon hid in his hoodie.

"Mm, I'll go then" Landon hummed softly; running a hand over Jaden's shoulder. "It's the best we can do with they way things are lately." He looked up at his boyfriend and returned the kiss.

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Jaden was barely in the door and was met with the smell of Baze cooking and the sound of Slim teasing the bassist about being the perfect 'wife' and always taking care of him. "The normal shit, chaos and the like" he looked up hearing Kells call out.

"I expected you so I wasn't gonna clean up much but seeing you brought Landon, I feel like I should have." Colson knew about the two and grinned as Jaden's arm was around the boy and Landon without thought took comfort from his boyfriend. "He texted Rook a bit ago, they landed and they're okay."

Landon may have been a little annoyed his father texted Rook first; but was glad to know his dad was safe. "At least there's that" he smiled at kells's other comment and shrugged. "I've been here before, I know what to expect."

He rolled his eyes as Kells teased him. "Invite me but be more happy to see my boyfriend" Jaden let his arm drop as Rook came in. Not entirely sure if Travis had said anything to him.

"I knew before Travis, figured you two were dating when I found him in your hoodie" Rook pointed out, looking at Jaden, remembering he had a message for Landon. "You..." he spun and looked to the boy. "....should text your father."

Landon raised an eyebrow in question. "Wh-"

"Tried to call you earlier, said you didn't answer." He said on his way to the kitchen. "Just let him know where you are." Rook wasn't sure he wanted to be on his boyfriend's bad side about the man's kids.

Jaden let go of a relieved sigh and looked at Landon, the revelation of his boyfriend wearing his hoodie was a needed dose of serotonin. "That isn't a bad idea."

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Rook smiled as he had an eye on jaden and Landon, the two currently in a war over the marshmallows and who was going to roast them. "Those two are a couple of in love idiots" he snapped a video, sending it to Travis.

Picking his phone up whilst in the middle of a meeting; Travis turned his volume up slightly. Watching the video, he took comfort in knowing Landon was able to let go of the nerves and enjoy himself. 'Glad you found something to occupy him 💙 love you'

'Hate you too 💙🤫' he sent the text and looked up to see Landon in the middle of shushing Jaden by shoving a marshmallow in the boys mouth. "Damn, you won that one Landon." Rook chuckled as Jaden accepted defeat and got to roasting the marshmallows.

Jaden pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up; using the edge of the flame to toast the marshammlows without burning them. "What, do I look like a foot rest?" He smiled when Landon's shoes came off and his feet in his lap.

"Mm, yeah isn't that obvious?" Landon stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, looking up when Colson came over string next to Rook.

Colson joined them outside and passed the blunt off to Rook. "He looks happy" he spoke quietly so only Rook heard. Pulling a chair over to the pit; Colson sat down.

Taking a drag off Colson's blunt; Rook smiled at his friends comment. "Mm, they were fighting over marshmallows a minute ago." He stretched his legs out in front of him. "Jaden's been good with him the last day or so."

Taking the blunt back; Colson held a breath for a moment before blowing a perfect O in the the weed smoke. "You know..." he looked to his friend, grinning as Rook was calm and had a look of pride on his face. "This dad thing looks good on you."

Carefully sliding the hot end of the stick in; Jaden popped the marshmallows off and handed one to Landon.

Running a hand through his hair; Rook titled his head and groaned. "You think? I'm. scared to death he's going to hate me or something." He mumbled.

Colson snickered and shook his head. "Nahh, he's not going to hate you" he smiled. "Every parent has that fear, it's normal." He did understand though in some capacity why Rook would worry more, being Travis's partner and all.

Alabama heard what Colson said and smiled as Rook's expression contorted. "It's sort of hard to hate the cool dad." She said before going over and teasing Landon simply becuase he was her bother and he'd take it.

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"Why the hell not!" Landon most of the time liked Rook, but at the moment he was pissed off at him for not being allowed to go out and do something. "I'm not a little kid"

"First of all, you're still legally a kid" Rook wasn't about to let his boyfriend's kid, regardless of the boy being 17, go out and make the same mistakes he did. "You barely look 17 as it is, you're not going."

"It's not like I'm going to do anything stupid." He was frustrated and knew he was loosing ground but was headstrong and didn't want to give up. "It isn't like you didn't do any of it."

Travis walked in the front door to find Landon sassing Rook, hearing his son's last remark; he stepped into the kitchen, clearing his throat. "that’s no way to talk to your stepfather" he looked at Landon, cocking an eyebrow as the boy spun around. He looked at his son as if to dare him.

Rook whipped around when he heard his boyfriend speak, it was moments like this he was glad to see Travis home. He was shocked at the older man's use of the word 'stepfather.' Rook was about to speak but wasn't sure he'd be able to piece together a decent sentence.

"stepfather?" Landon found himself irritated by the word at the moment. "Oh please! He's not even 10 years older than me." He looked at his father, mirroring the same stubbornness. "In fact me and rook are closer in age than you two are!"

He looked at Rook and back to his son. "There's a hell of a difference between 17 and 27" Travis waited for Landon to realized what he just said. "I don't what you're so mad over but I know you're still a child, my child."

Seeing the reality that he'd just lost; Landon felt like a little kid as his fathers expression was unchanged and fixed on him.

"You're allowed to be mad but you don't get to use his mistakes against him." Travis looked up and he heard the door open. His eyes settling on Jaden. That wasn't his concern. "Do yourself a favour, apologize and go take a few minutes and calm down."

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Jaden had held back for a minute to get the story from Rook before walking out to the pool where he found Landon. "Tough break, huh?" He was in shorts already so he sat down, dipping his legs in the cool water.

Hearing Jaden; he nodded and brought a hand up to his boyfriend's knee. "Sort of got mad at Rook and dad walked in."

Jaden understood both Rook and Landon's point of views but ultimately sided with Rook on this one. "Rook told me what happened." He tipped Landon's head up "I have to side with him though." Jaden knew how one drink could become two and then 'one more.'

Travis & Rook

Rook let himself be pulled into Travis's arms and slipped his own around the drummer. He hated having to be the one to say no what Travis wasn't around, it always ended the same, mostly with Landon. "Jesus christ."

Travis brought Rook into a hug, running a hand over the man's arm. "Still sure you wanna be with a man with kids?" He joked as Rook's hands plastered against his back.

"No talking" he wanted a moment of peace as it had been tense all morning and half of the night before. "Just quiet and this." Rook nuzzled his head into Travis's jacket, taking in the smell of salt water.

Jaden and Landon

Landon pulled Jaden into the pool letting him come back up before latching onto his boyfriend. "I hate you for being right" he grinned when Jaden's arms came around his waist.

"So your used the step father word huh?" He flicked his now wet hair out of his eyes and kissed Landon's nose. "Are they..." Jaden wasn't sure how Landon would react to the question.

"He did, I don't really know if he's thinking about asking him." Landon hoped his father would talk to him and Alabama about it first.

Jaden wasn't about to let on that Travis had talked about it in the studio recently. "You think you'll be okay of he does ask Rook?" He let go of Landon and smiled as his boyfriend thought over the question.

Looking at Jaden; he treaded water wondering why he was asking. "I'm not sure, it didn't really start to bother me until they got serious." He didn't mind Rook, but he was protective of his father and it scared him. "Rook seems to make my dad happy." As long as he'd remembered he and his sister had been their dad's #1's.

[futurewriter2000]

Bookshelf

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a long while. I don’t know what it is exctly but I do kind of like it. Yeah... 

PAIRING: Harry Potter x Muggle!reader 

XX

Harry would always think that the Wizarding world was better than the Muggle one. He would think of so many reasons to think wizards, witches and magic was the best thing that had ever happened to him. 

“Muggles are so odd- like he is pouring himself. You just swish a wand and lay back. Let it pour itself.” Ron kept staring at the old man in the coffee shop, whose hand was shaking agressively due to age or some disesase or pure alcoholism. He tried many times to put sugar in his tea with a spoon but each time, it fell right back into the sugar cup. He started cursing himself, grabbing the sugar with his fingers and throwing it into his tea until it made a splash, pouring some of the tea on the table.

Ron kept smiling at the old man’s unfortune meanwhile Harry only rushed forward without a glance at the old man. He wanted this to be over. Fast and efficiant.  “Muggles don’t know about magic.” he chuckled, turning the corner and up the stairs. 

“Some do.”

“Most of them don’t.” he stopped, grabbing the doorknob and grinning. “If they knew, they wouldn’t want to be Muggles anymore.” he smiled and swung the door open, walking into the library. 

“Bet.” Ron stood behind before chuckling and running after him. “Reckon they’d think we have long noses, witch hats and brooms to fly on, which we do but still.” he continued to talk, hearing Harry laugh as he shuffled through the books. 

“Just go and find the dumb book. It has to be among the G’s.” his finger traced among the book spines. He heard Ron’s footsteps distancing themselves from him and that gave him plenty of time to focus his eyes on the book titles. His eyes did not remove themselves from the thick, thin, black, grey, green, blue, wrinkled, ironed, smooth and harsh book covers until he went to the far edge of the bookshelf, bumping his hand into a wall. He slightly moved his hand at it, shaking it and noticing something catching his eyes on the other side of the shelf. 

It was only a flicker, a glance, not even a full, long look and he knew. 

He stopped and stared through the gap between the shelves. 

There you were. Your nose was stuck in a book, your fingers quickly turning the pages as your mouth mumbled something incoherently. If he focused on it, he could hear exactly what you were hearing. 

“Come on. Come on. It’s not like I haven’t analyzed you a hundred times. It has to be Cortazar- except.” you closed the book with a thud and stared at the distance, turning back to the bookshelves, letter C. “Except, except, except...” your hand touched the shelf and your eyes scanned every single book from right to left. “Conti?” you pulled out a book and started shuffling through it. 

Harry only smiled.

He could remember you from your primary school when he was still going to the Muggle school. The two of you were classmates from year 3 to year 6 before he went to Hogwarts. 

You were always nice to him, always found something to talk about but never much a friend. He was a classmate and only a classmate and you were just the same to him, except when you were the only girl who didn’t listen to Dudley and actually treated him, Harry, as a normal boy. 

You always had good grades. Sometimes with a comment, snarky or smart, either way you reminded him of Hermione. 

You’ve grown up. 

He’s grown up. 

He’s an Auror for 2 years already since the whole battle and Voldemort. What are you? 

“Oi, Harry! I couldnt’ find it but it was worth a try-” Ron came back with a book in his hand, perplexed when he could see Harry panic. “What? What is it?” he tried to pull out a wand and by now you were already looking for the source, finding yourself watching two men waving their hands at each other. One whispering, one speaking quite loudly. 

“Ron! Shut up!��� Harry whisper-yelled. 

“Why?” he tried pulling out the wand but Harry grabbed his hand and shoved it back. “Harry- mate? What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Ron kept getting more confused by the minute as Harry was desperately trying to not be seen or heard by you. 

“There’s someone from primary school I know.” Harry stood straight, galring at his best friend. 

“You went to primary-” 

“Ron!” he shoved his shoulder to be quiet but it was too late. 

“Harry?” you asked, walking on the other side of the shelf you two shared and finding him looking at you. “Harry Potter?” you smiled, trying to figure out whether it was really him or not.

Though that was never a discussion. He still wore an oversized T-shirt, only that this one was a bit more his size and covered in leather jacket. His eyes were still as green as emerald, almond shaped and hiding behind his round glasses. They used to be broken- he had a ducktape on the bridge. You remembered becuase you were the one to do it after Dudley broke them. His hair were sticking up in all directions and his awkward grin was still so known by him. 

Ron stepped next to Harry, glancing between the two of you as he tried to figure out what is happening. 

“(y/n). Hi- hey.” he raised his hand but quickly put it down due to the awkwardness in the air.

“Wow- it really is you.” you beamed, leaning on the shelf and crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve completely gone awol after 6th year. Dudley said you went to boot camp but you don’t look like a soldier to me.” 

Harry tried to think fast but all he could do was chuckle nervously. 

“Trust me, he did his fair share of fighting.” Ron interwined, reaching out his hand and offering you a big, kind smile.  “I’m Ron Weasley by the way. I went to boot camp with this twat. Thought him everything I know.” he started to joke and you laughed. 

“Nice to meet you, Ron. I’m (y/n)(y/l/n). Harry was my classmate in primary school.” 

“Is that so?” Ron smirked, mischief in his eyes, something Harry would usually find in Fred’s and George’s identical eyes. The twinkle in Ron’s seemed to match perfectly with the twins’. “Huh?” 

“Yes, that’s so.” you started to get a bit suspicious. “So, how are you Harry?” you started to talk, the curiousity getting the better of you. 

You haven’t seen this boy in ten years and suddenly he reappears out of thin air. He was shy but always nice to you. Quite a short temper but threw quite a punch as well. 

“I’m good. Great even.” Harry started to speak, his hand running up and down the back of his neck. “You?”

“University.” you lifted up the book. 

“I always wondered about that-” Ron started to speak but Harry only elbowed him in the ribs and sent him a glare. 

“Why don’t you search under the Z letter, Ron?” he grumbled out of him.

“But we don’t even-” he stopped after figuring it out not so fast enough. “Oh- yeah. Zetinski.” he nodded and left the space, causing you to laugh. 

“Zetinski?” you took a step forward and Harry only laughed.

“Haven’t heard?”

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Well, Zetinski is quite famous for...”

“For?” you quirked an eyebrow but he kept his cool smooth and calm. 

“Writing some physchological novels. Experimental psychology. Like Zola.”

You couldn’t help yourself to smile. “You know of Zola?” 

“I know a lot of things.” he was the one to cross his arms over his chest, digging his hands under his biceps and tugging the leather into nice defined arms. “So how about you? University?” 

“Yes. I want to be a literature teacher.” you smiled, getting a closer look at the tall boy who once used to be smaller than you. 

It almost made you giggle at how the time stops and goes, sways and bends. It was as if you’ve known this boy back in primary school and 10 years passed, you would think it would be like talking to a stranger. He looked like a stranger but his eyes were so familiar. It felt like you’ve known him for a long time, mostly since you knew whose his family was. He told you his parents had died in a car accident and he was living with his aunt and uncle, Dudley unfortunately as well. It sort of gave you some sort of understanding but also a surprise that he had not gone barmy or rebellious in his teenage years.

He appeared to look like someone who’s gone through a lot but still kept to his morals. He was still the nice boy you remember. 

“A literature teacher?” he took a deep breath, marveling at your answer. “What does that do exactly? Force kids to read books?” he started to tease, leaning a bit forward.

“No.” you shoved him back playfully. “We analyze certain books and try to find a deeper understanding. It’s not just about reading books. It’s about finding your understanding in the things other people don’t. Sometimes it holds a message. Sometimes a poem isn’t just a confession of emotions. Sometimes the structure and the figures, the rythm and other literature techniques that helps you understand more of what the writer wrote.” you realized you had been trying to explain something you could barely understand yourself but it was love for you. You loved literature and love was hard to explain. So you put it shortly: “It’s not about reading. It’s a bout individual understanding, thinking and percieving. It’s hard to explain.” 

He could see your eyes getting a bit frustrated for trying to prove him that what you’re doing isn’t useless. And he knew it wasn’t. You got the same sparkle in your eyes as Hermione did when she talked about Elf rights. It was adorable.

“I know.” he chuckled. “You were always such a Ravenclaw. Watching the teacher and making your notes like your life depended on it.”

“Ravenclaw?” you furrowed your eyebrows. 

Oh shit.

“Uhm...it’s a phraze from boot camp.” he tried to brush it off.

“Stop pulling by the nose, Harry. We all know you haven’t gone to boot camp at an age of 11.” 

“You don’t know that.” he started to tease again, something he was quite mastering but didn’t realize he was. 

It set you a bit on the edge, but the good kind. 

“So what are YOU doing in the library?”

“Looking for a book to read?” he shrugged but you only narrowed your eyes at him as he chuckled once again. 

How could a boy so shy once upon a time be so darn attractive when he chuckles. 

“I’m just looking for an information.” 

“Anything I can help you with. I know this library like the back of my hand.” you offered but he only let out a chuckle and started to pass you by. Before he did, he stopped next to, looking down with his green eyes and finding you looking up at his. Seemengly, your facial structure, your eyes and your whole-self evolved quite beautifully in a strong, intelligent woman- someone that would make his nerves burn as it did right now. 

A boy he was, he would only pass you by and let it go awkwardly but he was the Chosen One. He killed Voldemort. So why shouldn’t he take a risk with you?

He didn’t pass you at all. He put his hand on the shelf above your head and leaned forward, his muscles flexing a bit. 

You felt your breath catch up in your throat, your heart racing along with the miliseconds that passed. You couldn’t feel enough strenght in your voice to speak, not when his sharp cologne went up your nostrils and into your brain, fuzzying your mind.

“How about over coffee?” he spoke low and seductively, leaning a bit forward as you continued to look up at him and his long hair falling on his forehead. 

Your hands had gotten clammy, your books too heavy to carry in your hand and your knees were a moment away from giving up. You smiled shyly, nodding. “I’d- I’d love that.” you seemed to stutter, feeling feverish from all the sexual tension between the two of you. 

His belt clawed his hips so perfectly. The way his dark jeans hugged his thights, his jacket giving you a glipse of his muscled hips as his T-shirt rose up with it. When Harry put his hand off the shelf, the T-shirt fell back down and covered it. Harry took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ll call you then.” he said putting your hand back down and backing away. As he was further away, he called out for Ron and they both left. 

They left and you were stuck standing there with reddened cheeks yet it felt as if his presence, his energy and his eyes were still lingering on you. It felt like magic.