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fuckinorangecat · 1 year ago

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Japan 2/09/2023

It's been 27 days since I've moved to Japan and I've decided to document a diary of sorts. I'm not really sure where I'll be going with this but I'm just gonna write.

I wanted to do this earlier but I didn't get internet access till a few days ago.

I was accepted into the JET programme on April 3rd 2023. For those that don't know, it's a teaching programme sponsored by the Japanese government. Applicants from all over the world are scouted for an teaching/cultural exchange programme in Japan. If you get accepted, you're flown into a random area in Japan to teach elementary to high school students.

Why did I sign up? If I'm honest, I just wanted to be as far away from home as possible. I was sick of the monotonous life of London and moving to a different country would force me to learn and adapt to new things. People always ask "Why Japan" but there's no particular reason for it aside from the fact I grew up with Japanese media. Also, the programme was attractive, I'll take that free flight and visa any day. Moving is already a big ordeal, so having the process be streamlined is... nice to say the least.

Once I got accepted I freaked out. I went through the typical honeymoon phase anyone would after getting accepted, romanticising Japan and everything that I'd get to do. Although after a few weeks and months, the fear of responsibility slow crept in. In the end, it's still like any other job. I began to question myself if this was truly the right decision. Not that I'd drop out, the application process took 10 months, I'd rather die than drop out. Besides, I'd already told literally everyone in my life so there wasn't any way I could drop out without losing my whole social standing. Pressure!! After I got accepted, I took on extra shifts at the public library I worked at to raise some funds for the move (I was very poor). So poor, I worked 15 days in a row a few weeks before my flight. It was worth it though, if I didn't I'd genuinely be starving. Moving costs a lot.

A random thought about my former work: I worked in library for one and a half years. It was probably the craziest time of my life at that point. Public libraries, or any place the public can congregate is gonna be full of potential crazies. I had to stop like 5 fights in my time there. IN A LIBRARY. Was also subject to the most interesting racism of my life. Everyone was racist, it was almost like fair game. Everyone got it and I MEAN everyone. But I digress, the whole point of this paragraph was to mention how much I miss my coworker friends. I encouraged one to sign up for the JET programme this year. I really hope she makes it. It's something she's been wanting to do for a while. I can't wait to see her happy in Tokyo when she arrives. She loves Jojo so I'm going to surprise with a figurine of one of the pillar men as a congratulations present. She loves them.

Anyway, fast forward to August 5th, my departure date. I packed my suitcases and left with my family. When it was time to past the gates, I was surprised my mum didn't breakdown. Although I know how much she had been preparing herself for this situation. I remember when I first broke the news of acceptance to her. Her first reaction was "Will you miss me"? I love her so much. I avoided the subject as much as I could because every time I brought it up, I could see the tears well up in her eyes. I really do love her. After I got through to the airport gates and met up with some fellow applicants, an applicant instantly made a racist joke. I can't stand white people man. "Are you guys ready for chow mein and salt and pepper chips??? Cause we're going to china right? hahaha". I'm the type of person to punch racists but being arrested just as I was about to fly didn't seem like the greatest decision. I never asked his name and I'm glad I never did. I just looked at him like wtf bro, as did every other applicant thankfully.

The flight to Japan was nice. I made quite a few friends, I met some at a pre-departure meet up just a month before and reunited with a few of them. The flight was 16 hours I believe, first a layover at Helsinki, then a direct flight to Japan. I sat next to a baby on the flight to Finland, that wasn't even the bad part, it was the fact I had the seat next to the toilet man. Smelled the excretion of every person on that flight. Fuck off. The flight to Japan, I was unfortunately placed into the middle seat. Amusingly the person with the aisle seat was a Japanese salaryman who working for most of the flight. Chill bro. Just watch some movies and relax.

Everything up until this point didn't feel real until I had actually landed in Tokyo, Japan. By which I mean, the fucking heat I felt the moment I left the plane will forever be etched into my mind. It was heavy. I knew Japanese summers were insane but I really do understand why people fucking succumb so much to heatstroke now. The humidity was pulpable. For those interested it was 36 degrees, I'm British and in London it was only 25 degrees Celsius. After the plane, we retrieved our suitcases and went from the airport to our hotel in a coach. I made friend with a JET who I got to tell me her whole life story on the coach. The coach was silent by the way, so she also told the whole damn coach. It was amusing though, she dated a Japanese man that had a whole ass family on the downlow. Crazy.

Once we reached the hotel, it was free time till the orientation the next day. I was roomed with two British JETs (bless) I loved them both. Although at the time of writing this I'd already forgotten their names. One was probably named Matthew. They were both northern sounding so, I love both unconditionally. The first day we went to an izakaya and totally struggled ordering. I ordered a jumbo highball or something, I chose it because was curious as to how big it could possibly be. It was about the same as the ones you'd drink in Oktoberfest Germany. Good. The Izakaya was a wonderful experience though. I thought to myself, I get why salarypeople always go out for drinks and yakiniku now. That shit banger.

After that we decided to go our separate ways, I went back to the hotel room, showered for the second time (because of the disgusting humidity) and prepared myself for bed. Next day, the orientation began. Breakfast happened first. The americans all wore their fucking formal clothes already? Why? I'm not gonna risk eggs on my shirt man. Rather amusingly, most of the british applicants were NOT wearing their suits. Really emphasises the difference in culture. My fat ass ate like three plates of food and then I took my shirt out for an iron. The actual orientation itself was endless drivel. Slides and slides of common sense, e.g. don't drive drunk, don't touch kids. Woah. I actually fell asleep a couple of times and a fellow JET had to wake me up. After the orientation at 5pm, we were free to explore. I actually had plans to meet my predecessor, the one I'm taking over from. Coolest guy ever, an artist, musician, dancer, tattoo artist, woodcarving, basically cooler than me in everyway. Not that it's hard to achieve. We grabbed dinner and went our separate ways, I decided to go to Shibuya to meet up with some other JETs, we did the same thing again. Booze and yakiniku, exchanging contact information all night. I went back to the hotel straight after, couldn't sleep and decided to WALK from Shinjuku to Shibuya at 5am. For those you aren't familiar, you normally take the train from Shinjuku to Shibuya, otherwise it's like a 2ish hour walk there and back. I took a picture of Hachiko after I reached Shibuya then walked back, performing necessary tourist duties whilst I was still in tokyo. I was messaging a JET throughout the night and we decided to go a matsuya at 6am. From how she explained it, she said it was like a 24/7 diner, cool as hell. We went with a couple of other JETs. I ordered gyudon and nattoo, heavy breakfast but it was delish. Day 2 of the orientation, I fell asleep again, I actually can't remember what happened this day, I think I just stayed in the hotel?... I genuinely can't remember. This is why I wish I started writing earlier. What I do remember was meeting the same JET that told me her lifestory again for another breakfast at a matsuya. This time just me and her. She confided with me how she's always been the one to ask others out on dates, and that nobody has ever made the first move. Something along the lines of "I don't think anyone has ever liked me" but she's had like several partners so idk how this works. I guess initiation is needed from time to time, idk i ain't an expert on this nor do i give a fuck. (about relationships i mean, im glad she felt comfortable enough to confide with me). She was the person who sorted out the second izakaya and i just remembered we went to a bar too that night - after the izakaya. The bar had a brilliant sign, "Get drunk, Get laid, Get arrested, It's all good". Sold me straight away. Everyone assigned her the title of mother by the end of that night.

Day 3: This was the day every applicant got ready to fly out to their assigned placements. I'm flying to a rural countryside, other JETs were taking the bullet train. I chose the rural countryside because I'm a city person, thought why not try the opposite. The application had three preference boxes you could tick. "remote island", "rural" and "city". i chose the former two and got countryside, or "inaka" as us JETs love to call it. When we reached the destination, we all had a people waiting for us. It was amusing seeing all the teachers with signs with our names on it. There was a noticeable difference in effort depending on what type of school you got. My friend had the most colourful signage with a lot of genki folks actively looking for them. It was evident they were going to be working in an elementary school. I had a Dude™ (who I actually love) who said about 5 words to me before leading me to his car where he proceeded to drive me to my placement. I'm pretty sure we exchanged less than 5 sentences with each other but he tried. He was also an English teacher but wasn't the best at speaking. We reached our destination and I met my supervisor who I had been exchanging emails with since June. Got a tour of the school, introduced myself to the staff and finally got to my accommodation. I couldn't wait to lounge around at home at this point, I was so socially drained.

Day 4: I fell down the stairs and dislocated my shoulder. LOL. I was in a hurry and forgot my Inkan (japanese signature stamp) so I ran back to grab it. I was wearing socks speeding around on fucking smooth ass wooden floors and stairs, not the best combination. I fell from the top of the stairs and landed with all my weight on my right arm. Fantastic. Instantly got taken to the hospital where I was there for the whole day and they injected me with a shit ton of aesthetic to the point where I literally could not feel my arm. It was amusing though because it was literally limp. I was hospitalised for a day (annoyingly) and put in a fucking sling for three weeks. This was actually my lowest point because from here on, this made school about 50 times harder than it needed to be. I also felt like a dickhead to my supervisor who had to do all the paperwork for the hospital and literally everything else (bank, internet, etc). She was a working mother with two kids so, yeah. Not the best start. Because I'm a cunt I took off my sling almost immediately upon returning home. I'm prone to dislocation so this was probably my 7th time dislocating it, the previous time only a month ago playing fucking badminton of all sports. I'm not even gonna bother explaining that one.

I will no longer include dates because the more I write the more I can't be asked.

The following monday I had no school. It was Obon, a festival dedicated to the celebration of family and ancestors. I met up with the local JETS. It was a really wholesome night, I'd been rotting at home in the weekend healing my arm so it felt so good to be out. We had a small firework celebration, the JET who organised it dedicated it to her grandad who passed away a few days earlier I believe. We lit sparklers and fireworks for him and our arrival. There was a trinidadian and tobago JET who explained sparklers were called "starlights" in Trinidad. I thought that was cute. You light it then throw it in the air and it falls down like a shooting star. It really felt like summer that night. A bunch of people, playing with sparklers on the river bank, pointing at the fireworks and stars. I loved it.

I returned to school on the thursday and friday where I decided not to take any sick days. I had to do all my work with my left hand but it was better than being a dependent on my supervisor who already had enough going for her. I met my other JTEs (Japanese teacher of English) and got straight to work. One of them, Matsuda-sensei instantly have me 123 essays to mark, amazing. With my left-hand. Luckily it was microsoft teams, I could just press buttons as opposed to writing gibberish on paper. I did that for 8 hours a day for both thursday and friday. Did not get far. I'm pretty sure I only did like 20 by friday. I just remembered a funny thing so I'm gonna add it here. I hit it off with a JET we'll call D. They're cool and we met at the Tokyo orientation on day 3, departing for the same prefecture. Very emotional person, I can't remember when but it was probably this week where they had a bad time at work and asked me if I was available to call. The funny part was they called me at the adult section of a Don Quijote store? Beautiful location. So they were just venting to me with the occasional "damn thats a cool (insert sex toy here) whilst also crying. A wide variety of emotions. I was just at home studying Japanese whilst I had this call.

At the weekend I decided to go out to the closest mall because I was tired of combini food. It took me 2 hours to get home, and a fellow JET called me stupid for not going to the closer one. (I did not know but he was right wtf, I'm dumb). I just wanted rice. Although walking in the blistering heat for that long of a duration really is not advised, heatstroke creeps up on you. Still did it though, and I was carrying 5kg of rice. Smashed it.

The following week I did the same shit for three days, marking essays. I was actually given even more work. There's an upcoming English speech contest that students participate in and I was tasked with editing about three speeches, again with one arm. That was great. (I took it him and took my sling off and did it then). I was also tasked with grammar checking some exam questions my JTE made that was gonna be used for the whole prefecture. Wtf. Luckily that took 0 time because it was perfect.

It's now thursday 24th where I had another JET orientation. This one was specifically for the prefecture I was in. It was way less boring, because the first day was only three hours and then it was an organised dinner with all you can eat food and drinks. I got pissed and walked for a few hours with another JET in the park where we just hung out and vibed. It was another wholesome night. I've met some nice people during my short duration here. I found that I do enjoy talking to new people, despite being an introvert. Well, to be fair, I'm putting way more effort than I usually would because I am in a new country. The second day was more akin to the tokyo orientation, boring information that I mostly already knew. There were a few interesting pieces but not interesting enough to write about. Oh wait there were two things: a tea ceremony and the women's section. There was a whole tea ceremony for us, we were separated into two groups. One group were presented with the tea, as guests. The second group learnt how to actually prepare matcha tea. We swapped afterwards. The women's section of the presentation was terrifying. We were made aware that if you, as a woman, are in a room alone with a man, that is legal "consent". Love Japan. Very technologically advanced! After the orientation finished, I went straight home, I was exhausted. I rested for most of the weekend. On the sunday I was invited to go to the beach at around 5pm where we all hung out playing ball. There was a swimmable section of the sea that was cordoned off to prevent fucking poisonous ass octopi from coming in the but holes in the nets were huge and I was like hell no. I walked with another JET and just spoke about life instead. An interesting thing happened though and a bangladeshi immigrant came up to us and asked if he could join in on playing ball. It was so wholesome. I found that he was actually with a group of bangladeshi people because I walked far enough to discover the rest of the group. They were all singing on the coastline, in their native language whilst the sun set. It was a really nice sight. After the sun set we all decided to get dinner and we had some conveyor belt sushi which was BANGER. Loved it. Ordered like two bowls of ramen and soba and obviously smaller plates of sushi. A really nice way to end the weekend.

The week of the 28th I returned back to work. I forgot the opening ceremony for the school started today and I had to make an impromptu introduction to the whole fucking school. The students were aware of the new ALT English teacher but have never formally met me. It was so awkward LOL. It was 30 seconds but it was the longest 30 seconds of my life. My supervisor told me to speak as slow as possible which made it absolutely excruciating. The staff were apparently cheering for me though. I love them so much, especially the P.E teachers who are so genki and kind.

The rest of the week I mostly did marking and watched the kid's practise for their sports day. They had a whole ass procession with flag bearers. The students then separated into boys and girls: boys did taiko and a dance, girls did cheerleading and dance. I had my first intro lesson too that my supervisor planned. I didn't have to do anything because at this point i'm still in my sling. She planned all the activities and the students gleefully asked me as many questions as possible in the best English they could muster up. This group of three girls seemed so excited to see me lol. They always say hi to me now. Bless, they really make it easier to leave for work.

Oh yeah, on the tuesday I met my first Japanese friends where we had dinner together. Most wholesome night of my life, it felt like having dinner at someone's home. The venue was a small guesthouse that also functioned as a cafe, bar and restaurant. It was cosy and quaint. I met them through my predecessor who very kindly introduced me. Half of them spoke English, one of them was even an ex-english teacher at my school. What are the chances? The cafe owner was also part of the group plus his staff who had someone MY AGE. Finally. Everyone else was married with kids. The last person to turn up was a fucking buddhist monk, came in full uniform and everything. We drank and had pizza the whole night. Also had some soul food solely specific to the city I'm placed in. I think I teared up when I got home, it was such a good night.

And now here I am writing this at 1am. I've definitely cut a lot of things out because I've forgotten it and I want to finish up. Now I can write things as they happen, which hopefully will result in more coherent writing. Not that it matters, I'm writing this for me and no one else.

Goodnight.

#txt #diary

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adorethedistance · 2 years ago

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PDA - Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, PDA, dub-con regarding being smothered with affection

Words: 2094

Summary: Trevor comes to visit you for the holidays, and your relationship is quite an adjustment for your brothers.

A/n: This is kind of what I meant by Birthday Girl having four parts? Like this is a fourth part technically because it happens in the same universe but instead of your birthday we’ve jumped to the holiday season.

“Trevor!” I sprint to greet my boyfriend, practically launching myself into his arms which forces him to abandon the suitcase he had been rolling along. He does so gladly before unintentionally shouting in my ear,

“Ohh I missed you so much!” We hug as tight as possible without crumpling each other.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Jack complains as he stands a solid ten feet behind the two of us in the open space of the bustling baggage claim area.

Even though UC Irvine is a mere fifteen miles from the Honda Center, being on the quarter system means my winter break started after the first week of December. Naturally, I want to spend every moment I can at home with my family. Or at least, what’s left of my family with Quinn and Jack both out of state. This long break usually means that I go home for a bit whilst Trevor’s hockey schedule keeps him busy right up until the actual holidays; which leads us to spend two weeks apart, in two different time zones, and Trevor and I weren’t built for distance.

Finishing up my senior year of high school was rough without him, but once I got in to Irvine and moved to California we’ve lived a monotony of happiness ever since.

“I missed you t-” Trevor cuts me off with a passionate kiss. We linger in the moment, lost in the sensation of one another. The hustling of the airport suddenly ceases to exist and all that matters in the world is Trevor. In the flurry of excited affection, I sigh a breath of relief to be back together at last. When we pull away Trevor’s smiling ordinarily but I can tell something is off, I just know it. Before I can ask what’s up, he quickly reaches out to grab the hem of the heather grey beanie I’m wearing before pulling it down to cover my face.

“Stop it!” I pull my beanie back up and shove him away by his chest but he barely falters. He just catches my hand in his before holding it tight and kissing my palm; this is how we figured out a silent way to say ‘I love you’ since neither of us was fully ready to say it out loud. Then, Trevor’s eyes flick up and over my head before smiles brightly. So fixated on our affectionately playful exchange, I failed to notice that had Quinn approached us and already greeted both Jack and Luke.

“Quinn!” I run to greet him with a hug as well which makes him laugh as he hugs me back.

“Missed you, kiddo.”

I gesture for Jack and Luke to bring it in and they scoff reluctantly before joining the group hug. They do so since Quinn is our unspokenly agreed-upon favorite brother, and all four of us are then tangled into one big pile of happy Hughes. There’s a mix of laughter, overlapping chatter, and playful chirps passed between the four of us before we pull away from one another. Each of us is donning the biggest smile as we take one another in after four long months. Jack is the first to break away from the moment so he can ‘bro hug’ his best friend, which then turns into him and Trevor patting each other’s heads as if they were wearing helmets. Quinn gives Trevor a polite and far more reserved hug. Luke also bro-hugs Trevor and amicably smacks him on the shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief,

“I still can’t believe you’re dating Y/n.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking gross,” Jack adds, directing his comment to Quinn as a result in reference to the plethora of kisses he was unfortunate enough to have witnessed.

“Stay mad about it.” I nudge my brothers out of the way to make Trevor hug me again. He gladly obliges, kissing the top of my head which leads Luke to groan, Jack to gag violently, and Quinn to laugh at the other two. “Let’s get home, shall we, gentlemen?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Who’s driving?” Trevor asks. I reply before anyone else can,

“I am. Also, Quinn, you’re up front.”

“Why does he get to sit in the front? He’s the shortest one!” Luke complains.

“Because I’m tired of you being on aux and also I’m sure you want to play catch up with those two idiots,” I gesture to Trevor and Jack who are already invested in a conversation of their own.

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“My babies!” Mom cheers as we all enter the house. I skip over to hug her first as if I haven’t been at home for the last two weeks. She laughs and hugs me anyways before embracing the rest of the boys one by one. The last person mom hugs is Trevor and when she does she looks him up and down, “You’ve gotten so tall these past few years.” She then looks at me and winks.

“Mom.”

“Yep, still growing. Although, I don’t think I have Luke beat quite yet.”

“And you’re not going to,” Jack teases. I laugh lightly and Trevor looks at me with a fake glare,

“Is that funny to you?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Oh yeah?” He challenges.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I cross my arms not backing down from Trevor’s challenge and raising my brows as a dare. Trevor takes a beat to look at me, narrowing his eyes mischievously. My confidence wavers as I anticipate what comes next, which was just the moment he was waiting for. With my guard down, he darts for me and I’m too slow to react so as I try to run he grabs me by the waist to hold me back. Pulling me closer despite my playful resistance, Trevor wraps both arms around me to hold my back to his chest. I try to escape, using all my weight to fight it but he doesn’t give and I tire out quickly, unable to resist him. He kisses my cheek as he grips my waist and I screech with laughter as he digs both hands into my sides.

“Okay, you win! Let me go!” I say between bouts of laughter. Trevor eases up, smiling wide as he spins me around to face him. He’s always said my laugh is contagious. Without looking away from his mesmerizing eyes, I call over my shoulder,

“Trevor can set up in my room, right mom?” I bat my lashes, knowing she doesn’t approve but indicating in my tone that I’m taking him with me whether she likes it or not. She gives him what I assume is a disapproving look because he makes a face at me before instantly jumping in to butter her up with the usual effortless charm he executes so well.

“I’ll keep her out of trouble, Mrs. Hughes.”

“You start dating my daughter and suddenly I’m ‘Mrs. Hughes’ again, huh?”

“HAH!” Luke cackles from the other room.

“Ellen,” Trevor says with corrective emphasis. Mom looks as if she’s fighting off amusement before she finally caves.

“Door stays open.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I then take Trevor’s hand in my own and proceed to lead him to my childhood bedroom which remains untouched by mom and dad. The only changes made are the missing items that I took to college with me which wasn’t that much now that I’m really looking at it.

“This is so weird,” Trevor says as he enters the room behind me. He takes in the sparse wall decor leftover from my time growing up in this room.

“What?”

“I’m just used to only going in Jack’s room, it’s weird being in yours after all those years of…” He trails off suspiciously.

“All those years of what?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“You’re the world’s worst liar.” I hang up my bag, tucking the car keys into the front pocket.

“No, I’m not!”

“You so are.”

“Whatever. Point is, your room is not what I expected.”

“How so?” I ask, hopping onto my bed to sit, innocently swinging my legs as they dangle above the ground. Trevor sets his bag down at the foot of my bed, slipping off his shoes before coming to sit on the bed next to me. He flops down onto the bed, laying back to peer up at me through his long lashes.

“I’ve never paid attention to all the posters on the walls.”

“You don’t like my Hereditary poster?”

“It’s kinda creepy but still cool.”

“You’re kinda creepy,” I fire back without thinking.

“But still cool?”

“Nope.” Trevor’s jaw drops, taking false offense to the joke that is not at all a dig. He rolls the joke right off and then quickly reaches up, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me down onto the bed with him. He flips over and maneuvers the two of us to hover slightly above me. Delicately tracing the outline of my lips with his eyes, Trevor looks me in the eyes and holds my gaze a moment. His eyes flutter closed as he leans in to kiss me softly. I tangle my hands into his loose curls, playing with the strands in my grasp as I melt into the kiss. His lips are soft and he smells like my favorite cologne which he undoubtedly used on purpose. After a prolonged kiss, he pulls away slowly.

“Hi,” I whisper, afraid to shatter the moment.

“Hey.”

“How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. Same as usual.”

Trevor pauses a moment. He looks away and takes a small breath before nervously meeting my gaze once more.

“I missed you a lot.”

“Oh? I missed you too.” He shakes his head ‘no’ softly as if I’m missing the point. My brow furrows in confusion and I sit up a little bit, propping myself up on my elbows as Trevor rolls onto his side. He curls up to me and lays his head on my ribcage to mutter,

“I don’t know, it’s like, I wasn’t expecting to miss you that much.”

“Oh.” I lift my right hand to rest it on the side of his face for a moment, petting his cheek lightly before dropping my fingers under his chin, tilting his head up so he’ll meet my eyes again. My heart is pounding, bracing myself for what comes next.

“I love you.”

We both sit silently and a giant wave of anxiety crashes down on me the instant he doesn’t respond. I breathe a bit shallower and lightly move Trevor off of me so I can sit up straight and put some distance between the two of us.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or-”

Trevor shuts me up with a kiss, guiding my face with his hand and sitting up to meet my height. I allow myself to relax into the embrace and Trevor’s hands drop to grab my waist. He deepens the kiss with a passion I’ve never felt before but hope to feel as long as I live. He’s the first to break away and speak.

“I love you, too.” I smile softly as the anxiety dissipates. I then pull him in again for a quick peck which is punctuated by the sound of Jack gagging from behind the door.

“Oh my god,” he pushes through the crack, one hand covering his face as he enters. “Are you both fully clothed?”

“Yes, dumbass. What do you want?” He removes his hand from shielding his eyes.

“Mom wants to know if you’re joining us to watch Elf.” I look to Trevor who shrugs,

“Why not?”

The three of us head downstairs to the living room where the rest of the family is waiting with the screen paused on the studio logos preceding the movie.

“More of my children!” Mom cheers which makes me and Trevor laugh.

“That was horrible. Don’t ever make me go get them again,” Jack says as he takes a seat on the floor next to Luke.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Mom asks Jack sincerely.

“They were being all mushy and shit.”

“He’s just bitter ‘cause he’s lonely,” I clarify to mom before taking a seat on the couch in the corner, leaving Trevor to sit between me and mom. He gladly accepts the spot, settling in before grabbing my legs to lay them over his.

“Can we make a rule about PDA in the living room?”

“Jack-” I start to protest.

“What?! It’s weird.” Trevor just laughs before kissing the top of my head as he did at the airport. Jack gags violently to make a point,

“See?!”

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A/n: I wanted to post something themed for the holiday season and I’m treating myself on my birthday by letting myself write this instead of doing homework LOL. Hope y’all liked this and there’s probably more Trevor content to some although I do want to write another Jamie piece at some point.

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fandomspov · 3 years ago

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YOU weren't really into the idea of being the centre of attention, let alone be one a youtuber or streamer. no, you were just an average student trying to finish uni and move on with your life

your brother, on the other hand, is in fact a steamer and a pretty well-known one in the mcyt community. from all his streamer friends you only met dream, george and karl irl because you were most of the time away to school.

but now it was finally winter break and you could go home and visit your family. the second you opened the door you were pulled into a group hug by your family. all you could do is giggle and hug back "i missed y'all so much" not even realising the other people standing aside in silence

"we missed you more, hun" your mom smiled, stroking your cheek "y/n, i want you to meet my friends" sapnap pulled you away from the doorway and in the middle of the room. you left your suitcase next to the couch and looked up to see his other friends

"hey i'm luke" the blonde guy smiled, he seemed really nice and you couldn't lie, really attractive "y/n" you smile shaking his hand. after greeting mostly everyone you got to the last guy

"hi i'm wilbur, but you can call me will" he smiled, he is really gorgeous, his smile is sweet, his eyes are beautiful. you couldn't help but stare. he is taller than you and had a beanie on his head, you've seen him before on twitch when you were catching up with some dsmp content

"y/n" your sentence was cut short by him grabbing your hand and kissing it "pleasure to finally meet you, y/n" but the moment was poorly ruined by your brother being himself "ok that's enough. let's go shall we?"

you rolled your eyes, turning around to look at him. your parents already long gone to help with your bags upstairs "go where" "we're gonna go vlog for our youtube channels, duh"

"i just got here and you're already a pain in the ass" you groaned making your way upstairs "y/n's coming, right?" you heard wilbur ask your brother making you smile to yourself "bro stop being a simp for my sister, she's not coming"

you only rolled your eyes "ok it's set, she's coming" karl clapped his palms excitingly "what, no?" sapnap called after him but it was too late, he was already coming after you.

"y/n get ready really quick, you're coming with us" karl stated from behind the door "since when?" you frowned your eyebrows, opening the door for him

"since now, now get ready" he commands before leaving downstairs. all you could do was get ready, put on some makeup and touch up your hair and you were ready to go

"y/n are you done already?" sapnap groaned, holding a camera in his hand while leaning onto the wall of the living room "i'm coming" you jogged down the stairs and in front of the group "ok let's go"

you stayed behind along niki for a chat while taking a walk to the park. the guys were filming in front of you but it was pretty hard to notice the both of you because you were in the far back.

"oh come on, he's so into you" she giggled at your denial, will just met you how could he like you like that already? "nah, he was just being nice-" "here he comes, brb" niki wiggled her yes rows before joining jack and the others.

"hi y/n" he greeted with a soft smile "hey" his nose and cheeks were a light shade of red. he looks so good right now you thought "i got bored, they started talking about tommy's obsession with queen elizabeth" you both laughed at that "weird obsession for a 17-year-old"

"i know right" he could sense that something was off, your hands were deep into the pocket of your jacket and the scarf covering your nose and cheeks "are you cold?" he asked

"huh? no" you said looking back down at your feet going forward, you could hear the smile in his tone when he said "come here" before pulling you into him, wrapping an arm around you "oh, thanks" you shyly said scratching your neck "is it ok?"

"yeah, it's umm it's perfect" you couldn't help but smile, he's genuinely one do the sweetest people you've ever met. you thought about niki's words, did he really like you? "would it be ok if i start recording?"

you nodded your head 'yes', watching him pull out his camera and point it towards the both of you "hi guys, today i'm here with y/n" he greeted moving the camera so it's was only you in the frame, you didn't know how to act on camera so you only waved with a small "hi"

"shut up" you laugh throwing a chip at wilbur's face. he picked it up and ate it "and what if i don't want to?" "then i'll have to make you" he gave you a smirk at your answer "and how are you going to?"

"hey! hands-off" sapnap argued behind the camera. wilbur flipped it so it would film sap getting angry making you chuckle

you smiled getting closer and closer towards him, your lips barely touching "like this" you whispered closing the small gap between your lips.

he kissed back with so much force that you landed with your back on the soft and cosy bed. you couldn't help but giggle as you pulled away "what?" he responded with a laugh himself

"nothing, it's nothing" you tried to gain your seriousness back "no you have to tell me now"

"what if i don't want to?" you mocked him, giving him a scrunch of your nose in his face making will smile "then i'll have to make you" "then make me" he smirked before closing the gap again, letting his hands explore your waist "what the actual fuck?" sap came out of nowhere "shit" you told yourself before jumping up from the bed

"look sap, this is no-" but your sentence was cut short by wilbur "we're dating" you turned around to look at him, a small smile creeping onto your face "what? since when?" he exclaimed, he was mad and it's not good "since a month ago" you confessed looking down at your feet "and you didn't tell me because?"

"we thought you'll get mad and not approve of us being together" will explained softly and you nodded "that's so fucking dumb, you know that right?" he sighed rubbing his forehead "you should've told me and that would've been it, i have nothing against it but I'm just mad you kept it a secret"

"so you're not pissed at the idea of us dating?" you smiled at him with big doe eyes "no" you went in to pull him into a tight hug before he pulled you away "ok that's enough, I'll go stream. don't. be. loud" he warned before exiting the door

you turned around to face will who already had a big smile on his face. you only squealed and let will embrace you in his arms "we don't have to hide anymore" he chuckled pulling you into a soft kiss "finally"

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jjmaybankstorys · 4 years ago

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Hi could you do a jj x reader where the reader is toppers sister who just back go the island and the pogues never met her or heard about her except Sarah so when the reader comes back Sarah gets exited to see the reader then Sarah goes to Toppers house a lot to see the reader and the pogues are kinda confused/suspicious about it so they go to see why Sarah is always at Toppers house which they end up finding the reader and Sarah and jj is like wow/awe about her. :)

I know it sucks. It's not the best thing I've written but I hope you like it anyway

Also guys requests are always open, so just comment them HERE or text me xx

You've been so excited and happy all along that you can finally go back to the Outer Banks. After being away for a long time with your dad, you finally come home.

"Y/N" you hear someone call as you stand in front of your family's house. You turn around and see your brother holding up his arms.

"Topper" you yell and run towards him.

"God I missed you" he says and hugs you.

"I missed you too" you release the hug.

"How's it going? How's it going with Sarah?" You sit down on your suitcase.

"Yeah... we broke up" Topper scratches his head and looks to the side.

"What?" Your mouth is open in disbelief

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything... but go ask her" after that sentence you immediately walk off. Since the Cameron's house is not far away you walk. You and Sarah are like best friends. You knew each other before your brother got together with her, but you didn't really get to know each other until they were together.

You see Sarah standing in the garden and run to her. After a long, loud and joyful greeting, you finally ask her what's going on.

She tells you the whole story and your feelings towards your brother change a lot. How could he do such a thing? Your brother?

Whatever. The next few days are a little hard for you here in the Outer Banks, because you're kind of new here after so many years. So Sarah comes to visit you at home every day.

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"John b you have it so bad for your girlfriend" says Jj

"yeah she literally owns you" says pope laughing

"Oh you don't have to laugh Pope, you're running after Kie yourself like an idiot" says Jj

"What about me?" calls Kiara from the kitchen to get some beers

"Okay listen, watch your steps when you get up kids, cause I'm about to drop some knowledge" Jj sits down on the porch with the two boys.

"Never run after a girl unless your goal is to hook up with her....and ONLY hook up with her. After that nothing matters." says Jj

"Yeah absolutely Jj you hit it on the head again" says Pope and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah I'm telling you you will never see me simping for a girl" says Jj and stands up.

"Of course Jj" says Kiara

"I'm gonna go get some food real quick" Jj says and walks off. After a few minutes he is back.

"Yo John b, what happened to Sarah the last couple of days? Where did she go?" Asks Pope

"I have no idea" John b shrugs his shoulders. That's when jj comes running.

"Dude..."Jj props himself up on his thighs, out of breath.

"What is your girlfriend doing at Topper's house please?"

"Wait what?" Says Kiara

"Yeah... the last couple of days I've been surfing like always and I've always seen her walking in the direction of his house. I didn't think anything at first but just now she went inside..." says Jj

"No way" says John b

"Why would she do that Jj?" asks pope

"bro do i look like god?, i dont know man. I'm just telling you my observations" Jj laughs

"That doesn't make any sense" John b looks confused

"You sure it was Topper's house?" Kiara looks up at Jj

"Don't doubt my eagle eyes Kie" Jj sits down.

"Dude you can't just tell me something like that off the top of your head..." John b looks over

"Man what was I supposed to do? Just get a grip on your girlfriend" Jj smirks as Kiara pushes him off the chair.

"Not funny Jj...... okay guys I'll go there" John b gets up and walks to the bus. The others quickly follow him.

"Woah not so fast bro, we're coming with you" Jj gets on the bus.

Once there you walk to the front door. John b, already fully prepared to confront his girlfriend, bangs on the door. Sarah opens it.

"What the hell are you doing here Sarah?" John b just walks into the house and Sarah looks pretty perplexed.

"Babe this is not what you think it is..." she says when John b sees you.

"Who is that" John b looks over at Sarah.

"That's Y/N. She's Topper's sister and..." as Sarah tells the whole story Jj can't take his eyes off you.

He literally can't stop looking at you.

you go over to him and after greeting and hugging everyone, you want to hug JJ or rather say hello, but he doesn't really react.

"JJ" Kie snaps Jj out of his thoughts and he looks around confused.

"Oh um...yeah sorry...I'm Jj" he says and reaches out his hand to you.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you JJ" you say smiling.

"Wow...um, what a beautiful name,...for a pretty girl" he says

"Why thank you" you smile at the sight of the strange blonde boy who is obviously speechless.

"So what's a cute girl like you doing in Topper's house?" Jj asks smiling

"Jj are you-" says Kie.

"Yeah um... Sarah actually just told you, I'm Topper's sister." You say, giggling.

"Wait..what? Didn't know Topper's family had good genes too."

"Sorry Y/N he's not a fan of the whole kook thing" Sarah says to you.

"Well I'm a kook too according to that, aren't I" you smirk and look at Jj who doesn't know what to say.

"Well...basically you are...but you seem different from the others Y/N" Jj looks into your eyes as...Pope pulls Jj out by the arm.

"We'll be going then... have fun you two" Pope says and you walk out.

"Yo dude what the hell, let go of my arm" Jj slaps Pope arm away.

"So, JJ Maybank we will never see him simping for a girl, will we?" laughs Kiara as you head home.

"You seem different from the others" mimics john b

"Oh beautiful name.... for a pretty girl" adds Pope

"Yo guys shut up. I wasn't simping" says Jj annoyed

"Of course not" John b laughs

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I really hope you liked it. Feel free to leave any comments or REQUESTS HERE if you have any.

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elsewhereuniversity · 4 years ago

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rescue mission

It’s been five weeks and two days since Fake Dana was kil- disappeared and Real Dana came back. I didn’t know exactly what would happen to me should I complain about it to anyone but the dean, so I was laying low, but… the recent discovery of my roommate’s skin being a bright shade of green changed some of my plans.

When I told him - Threeox - about Real Dana murdering Fake Dana, and now living invisibly on the campus (I’d never seen her again), he sighed, locked the door and windows, before making me sit on the floor between our beds and getting out a small wooden key out of a seemingly lidless box made of shimmery dark brown wood. The box was amazingly carved, so much so that looking at it too long made me dizzy, and I had to close my eyes not to faint as the patterns on the lid started to sway as to a sharp breeze.

“Threeox, what’s that about ?” I asked, a little confused - and a whole lot scared.

That was probably not my smartest move - Threeox doesn’t talk per se, he just… gets his point across in a remarkable way that I had yet to pin down. A series of drawings of a cat with five eyes and a full ten minutes of interpretative dancing later, I kind of gathered that Fake Dana was trapped in the mirrors in the North Dorm, and couldn’t get out because of all the iron.

Naturally, I tried to organise a rescue mission, but gathering partners proved difficult. Real Dana apparently gained quite a reputation among the Student Witches, and everyone kept looking at me weirdly when I asked where Fake Dana was and if we could, like, rescue her maybe ? No one wanted to talk to me for more than two minutes, fidgeting uncomfortably and asking me if I’d packed my suitcase yet. I wasn’t going anywhere without Fake Dana, but hey, who am I to contradict the masses ? I’d just have to lay low a little longer.

It started on rocky grounds but I did gather for this mission a few seniors, all knights that had a history of being kind(er) to the Changelings, even though I’d never heard of them before. Their names were Toll, Bell and Eulogy, which - okay, some of us have weird names, but… It’s not that hard to pick a happy one. I couldn’t quite remember what mine was now but people had no trouble remembering me when I talked to them, so I assumed that was fine.

Add to the knights a freshman, EXO. Freshmen are probably a bit too young and frightened for that, but the fearless EXO wasn’t, uh, exactly a freshman ? Freshperson ? They were at least two metres tall and they had that look in their eyes that told you not to mess with them or they’d do unspeakable things that I, well, couldn’t speak of. Just know they were good for stuff like this. Or so I assumed, since they were the one who brought the knights to my bi-weekly “Where is Fake Dana” search.

We got some supplies: the baseball bat Fake Dana hid under my bed that one night the dean decided to do a room check, a good couple teaspoons of charcoal, some rags, a freaking battleaxe that Toll swooshed around like it weighed nothing, and that one river rock the archivist kindly lent us, and we departed for the wild wild north. Midnight seemed an appropriate time.

The dorm looked fancy, not gonna lie, the iron structure glimmered and almost rippled under the moonlight. I felt EXO shiver as we entered, their eyes losing any life that they might have had, their skin getting that weird greenish hue it didn’t have just moments before. The knights also shivered, but that might have been the cold.

The entrance was deserted, no sign of life save for a calico cat who meowed at us and tried to eat my shoelaces. She promptly departed when I told her they were a gift from the president, though I didn’t specify which president. It was the president of the cross-stitching club I was in in middle school, and she, uh, suffered from a slight eye issue after she looked through my hagstone. I mean, I did warn her about seeing the Nethers through the hole, but she didn’t listen.

Anyways, enough of that. Toll started to hack at the nearest door with his axe, waking up the poor unsuspecting students living there. “Where the fuck is she ?”, I asked, peeking around Toll’s shoulders. The two girls looked at each other, at Toll’s axe, at each other again, and one of them ended up spitting out “Basement. Third door to the left. Hope you die a slow, painful death, girl, you deserve it.”

Eulogy, true to her name, sang a few verses in Tamil, and we all collected our spirits before walking towards the basement. The iron in the walls seemed to sing to the beat of our steps, the doors creaking to the rhythm of our breaths. EXO seemed paler and paler under the dimmed overhead lights, until Eulogy sprayed us all with what I can only assume is water from that Wishing Well we’re not exactly supposed to talk about. That seemed to calm us down a little. I squeezed EXO’s hand when they looked at me questioningly, my smile thin and eyes dulled by fatigue. I couldn’t sleep that well since Fake Dana was gone, so I just wanted this to be over with already.

The third door was cracked open, but no sounds emanated from behind the heavy iron and the weird, Tolkien-inspired words of advice in elvish. I could recognise “The way is shut, and the Dead keep it”, which wasn’t even the full correct quote. The door swayed to an invisible breeze and it opened way too silently for something made of rusty metal. As we went down the stairs, we could hear the stone crackle with contained electricity, so much so that Toll, Bell and Eulogy decided to stay up to guard our backs. EXO grit their teeth but didn’t stop, grabbing Toll’s axe on the way.

“Good luck, bro, and good riddance, you girl,” Eulogy waved, and the three knights were gone as if they were never here. I wondered what she meant by that, but I couldn’t ask in time. EXO gestured to the stairs, mouth shut tight. I was kind of getting tired of everyone telling me I should leave, so I hoped at least Fake Dana would help with that. Hadn’t I been working so hard to rescue her ?

At the bottom of the narrow stairs were two doors, also made out of metal, and what Threeox told me about - the mirror.

Ten feet tall, circled with iron chains, the metal behind the glass pane was reminiscent of clouds, though it was most likely silver. I could see a prostrate silhouette in the bottom right corner, faint tremors running through her whole body, sobs muffled, whimpers of pain spread between fits of coughing.

I yelled something I couldn’t really understand, a guttural sound that made her raise her head, and I saw Fake Dana’s eyes grow wide as she recognised me.

“Missed me ?” She smiled, teeth sharp.

My throat went tight as she started to slam her fists against the glass. “It’ll be okay soon. I promise,” I said, examining the lock keeping the iron chains together.

“Hey, move, I’ll take care of it,” a voice I pinned on EXO whispered in my ear. “Tell her to stand back.”

I did so, and Fake Dana retreated to the far side of the mirrorspace. With three swipes of his axe, EXO managed to hack away most of the chains, and the rest I hastily discarded, fists pounding on the glass as Fake Dana pounded back.

“The key. The lock.”

“Fuck.” I started rummaging through my satchel, finally finding the small piece of wood that has slithered into the bag of crackers I keep for the crows. “Where is that fucking lock ?”

EXO gestured to the back of the mirror and helped me turn it around, their skin starting to sea as they kept pushing the metal. They eventually managed to shift it enough that I could wrestle my arm in and fit the key into an oddly shaped keyhole.

The back of the mirror started glowing a pale green before cracking open, revealing a room barely large enough to fit Fake Dana. Tears welling up in my eyes, I did my best to extract her without causing her too much damage until she finally made it out to the other side.

“Friend,” I said. “I didn’t think I’d ever find you ! Thankfully Threeox helped, and there’s - look,” I continued, turning back to face my rescue team, forgetting it was only me and EXO now.

They were smiling, too, and they gestured at the stairs. I understood what they meant - out.

I turned to Fake Dana again, still somewhat relieved to see her dry her tears and gracefully get up without giving me the time to offer help. She smiled like nothing was wrong. I followed her up the stairs and into the hall, her naked feet sizzling and leaving angry red marks on the floor, probably due to the iron dust covering every inch of the place. EXO swung the the front door open, touching the iron pane with a quickly blistering hand, and as I looked at them more closely, I couldn’t help but mouth “Threeox”.

“Oh shit, right, come here !” Fake Dana grabbed my face with both her hands, her palms wet with leftover tears and blood, the feel of them sending shivers down my spine. She spat in my eyes like she’d done before, and suddenly the night became less bright, her skin less pale, EXO’s features morphing into the face of my roommate, skin going from that red I’d been kinda surprised about, to the vibrant green that the cat warned me about.

Toll, Bell and Eulogy were nowhere to be seen. I started wondering if I’d dreamed about them, if they were ever here at all. Their names had stuck in my mind and once again I wondered what mine was. I know Sizzle, my roommate, was quite upset before shoving me out of the room - which room was that again ? 17 ? 23 ? I forgot.

Fake Dana interrupted my thoughts with a light shove on my arm. “You can leave, now, you’ll remember who you are soon. It’s okay, it’s done.”

“What’s done ?” I tried to ask, but my eyelids suddenly became so heavy I had trouble keeping them open.

The last thing I heard were guttural sounds, so unlike Fake Dana’s voice, and a wet caress on my back.

I woke up on this train a few moments ago. I don’t know where it’s going, except from “Far away” and “Not where I came from”. My suitcase is filled with all my belongings, except the iron jewellery I acquired during my two years as Elsewhere U. And as I look at the landscape we are zapping by, I do not recognise the streets nor the trees.

The only thing keeping me from falling asleep again is the sticky red liquid pouring out of my nose, making me curse out loud as I scramble for a handkerchief. The blood stops flowing after a while, and I catch my reflection in the window across me.

I have several streaks of white hair, the contrast sharp with my otherwise dark brown ponytail. My eyes are bloodshot and I have blood caked on my face in the shape of hands. My skin is pale, my eyes gleam a quickly fading red.

I remember it now. My name is Dana.

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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when koa gets in, is grayson rude to her ?? what’s his reaction upon seeing her ?

since this do be a concept train, I want to know what exactly Koa feels towards the twins. Does she know them? Des she know about them? I just know that initial meeting is going to be TENSE

(also angry Grayson is hot)

two: character profile

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It only took Koa two days to unpack. She had 2 suitcases of clothes and personal belongings, and $300 worth of a haul from target down the street, which included only a few essentials.

She was lucky enough to have found a three person apartment with one vacancy, which came with the advantage of it already being mostly furnished. The air mattress she bought would have to do in her room for now - she’d spent most her money on a desk.

Writers write, they don’t sleep anyways.

She met her roommates, Harlow and Gabby. Harlow was from Kentucky, which Koa only knew from the KFC on the island back home. But she was sweet and friendly, and willing to help out wherever she could. She even gave Koa a ride to target, let her fill up the back of her honda with all of her purchases.

Gabby was born and raised in LA. And it was obvious. Her attitude, her superiority and her general lack of regard for anyone other than herself had Koa ready to call her out in the first day, but she held back, knowing she was in for the long haul.

But that attitude made her even more nervous for her meeting at 11am the third day, in Encino California. Just the fact that she’d been given a gate code was enough to put a pit in her stomach. She wondered how stupid she would look, walking up to it instead of driving.

Harlow helped her find the right bus route, and it took a minute. And by a minute, she meant a fucking hour to plan it out, and a 30 minute bus ride to get close enough to the Dolan’s house to make the 20 minute walk the rest of the way. She missed the Hawaiian breeze, the trade winds coming in off the ocean to stave off the beating sun as she made the journey with her backpack hanging off one of her shoulders up all of the hills of the neighborhood.

By the time she made it to the house, there was sweat rolling down her back, soaking her shirt and making her question every life decision she’d made to get herself there.

She typed in the code, and as soon as she walked through the gate her blood was boiling.

Five cars. There were five cars in the driveway, parked in two neat rows. The Tesla caught her eye first, plugged into its own charger in the garage.

She knew they had money. But fucking hell. The house itself was more subtle, didn’t scream rich in her face in twelve languages - from the outside anyways.

It took her a moment to settle herself, to put a smile on her face. The Dolans, it seemed, where the type of people who showed up at the shave ice stand in Hawaii on vacation - not the ones who worked it.

But she’d known that. And she tried to remind herself of exactly how their wealth was going to work in her favor, for the sales of ‘their’ book, which would increase her cut. And so, she smoothed her frizzy hair as best she could and went up to the door.

She didn’t have to knock. Instead, the door swung open, a bright young woman standing there with a welcoming smile.

“Koa?”

“That’s me.”

“Hi! I’m Adele, the twins assistant.”

Koa swallowed. Of course. Of course they had an assistant. Why wouldn’t they.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Come on in, it’s hot out there.” Adele stepped to the side, revealing the interior of the house.

It was subtle. If Koa were to write it, she’d describe the warmth. It radiated from multiple centers - the neutral woods, the simple decorations, the dark appliances, the fireplace on the far wall, and the very tall, smiling man with a tattoo sleeve by the door.

In the next paragraph, she’d talk about the cold. It came from one place, one specific spot in the living room. His back was half turned away, but his stiffness, his annoyance, radiated off his shoulders with less effort than it took him to breathe.

Koa swallowed hard again.

“Hey, I’m Ethan. It’s nice to finally put a face with the writing.” His voice was as genuine as his smile, which he tried to make wide enough for the two of them it seemed.

By process of elimination, she knew it was Grayson who stood up rather slowly and made his way over.

“I’m Grayson. Nice to meet you.” His voice was flatter than the mantle behind him. Koa smiled anyways.

They each held out a hand, and she prayed her palm wasn’t sweaty from her walk when she shook them one by one.

Ethan pulled out a chair for her at the island, metal legs groaning against the hardwood.

“You want a drink?”

“Yeah, that’d be great actually. Thanks.” The formality tasted sour on her tongue. She told herself she wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to make herself out to be someone more professional than she really was.

But Grayson had her on edge. Even when Ethan sat down in the chair beside her with two glasses of water, Grayson stood tall on the other side of the island, arms crossed and strong brow furrowed.

Silence filled the space with emptiness, and Koa drank her water, her rings tinkling against her glass.

“So-” Ethan started, finally breaking the tension. “This meeting isn’t anything like crazy formal, we just kinda wanted to touch base with you, get to know you a bit and figure out exactly how we’re gonna do this.”

“Yeah, no that’s great. I’m down for that, that’s a good idea.”

“We’ve never even thought about writing a book really, so we’re kinda at your mercy.” Ethan’s laugh wasn’t loud enough to cover Grayson’s scoff. Koa watched him for a moment, analyzed him. He seemed tense, and angry, and sad all at once somehow. The tension in his jaw was sharp, but there was a fear in there somewhere that she could sense. He caught her eye, and she turned back to Ethan.

“Well, this is gonna be new for all of us I think. The thing about this is I’m not writing as me, I’m writing as you two. It’s from your perspective, it’s what you want to say. I’m just here to help you say it. So yeah, I’ll help guide you all in what you want in there and how to arrange it to get people hooked and into it, but-”

“Do you usually ghost write stuff for people?” Grayson leaned against the counter, shoulder broad and wide. Intimidating. The tattoos that peaked out from under the short sleeve of his shirt were delicate lines. Gentle. She looked at those instead when she spoke.

“Uh, no. This is my first time doing it formally.”

“So what do you write then.”

“My specialty is fiction. Novels.”

“Great. Fucking fantastic.” To Koa’s amazement, Grayson was laughing. Running his hands over his face and up through his long hair. Callous.

“I’m sorry, is writing novels a bad thing?”

“No. But I’m not a character you get to make however you want.” He met her eyes then, the green of them so dark they looked brown as he stared at her. “I’m a person.”

“I figured that much out for myself. If you have an issue, I’m all ears.”

Even she was impressed with how steady her voice was. She clasped her hands lightly together and rested them on the island, the way white business men always did in movies, and stared him down.

“Full disclosure, the book was more my idea, less Grayson’s,” Ethan chimed in.

“All Ethan’s, none of mine,” Grayson corrected. “Because I know how this shit goes. You’re gonna twist whatever you need to get a story together, make us tell shit we don’t want to tell and put it out for the world to read just to get your bag. And I don’t want any part of it.”

It was Koa’s turn to laugh. “Well buddy, you’re giving me plenty of content to work with if I’m supposed to be building a character profile on you or whatever the fuck it is you think I’m here to do.”

“Uh-” Ethan barely got the syllable out.

“You know, most people would kill for this. This book will be everywhere, and you have a chance to tell the world something and actually have them hear it. Don’t throw that away so quick.”

Something in Grayson’s face changed, and it made her want to pull her words back out of the air.

“Yeah, well I’m pretty fucking sure I’ve given the world enough of myself, but thanks for the offer.”

With that, Grayson turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen.

“Bro-” Ethan called out.

“It’s fine,” Koa muttered.

“I’m sorry, really. He’s kinda going through it right now, there’s been a lot of stuff going on and he’s just worried. I’ll talk to him, we’ll figure out how to make this work.”

“Right.”

Ethan frowned. “Koa, I’m serious. I really liked your stuff, and I know you can write a kick ass book for us. I want you to, and he will too, I just gotta get him to get his head out of his ass.”

“Good luck with that one,” Koa chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m gonna go.”

“Okay. I’ll text you and we can figure out another time to figure out the details.”

“Sounds good. I’ll brainstorm some stuff.”

“Sick. Sorry, again, for all that. Drive safe.”

Koa put her backpack over her shoulder and climbed out of the chair, chugging the rest of the water in her glass, knowing she’d need it for her walk to the bus stop.

“Yeah. See you later Ethan. Like I said; good luck.”

#hydrograyson #ask #hiraeth

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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Oh, that bit about Karl’s powers and XD’s company at the beginning of the overwatch timeline made the karlnapity brain go brrrrrrr, bro!! Very long post ahead!!!! And I know the chatfic is coming soon, and I totally understand if you wanna reserve the blog’s attention for that once it comes out because I am also extremely excited for it, so publish this whenever you want!! Also good luck with the title and summary!!

So like, it’s a few years after Overwatch fell, and Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl are more or less content! They feel for Sam and the other original members, they do, but Overwatch and the omnics honestly weren’t a very big part of their world. They all made it through the omnic crisis just fine, and now they’re just going about their lives in the relative peacetime. They’re even engaged, vague plans of a marriage someday cobbling together bit by bit, but they’re in no rush. They’re happy!

And then Karl finds out about this interesting experiment that’s looking into real, live, actual time travel. Like!! Karl was psyched enough when space travel started getting big again; he knows just about everything there is to know about Horizon One for someone who’s never been there. If time travel turns out to be real? Karl wants in, and he wants in now.

Sapnap and Quackity are half-convinced it’s a scam or a gimmick or something. Sure, they personally knew what amounted to a superhero team a few years ago, but there’s a difference between a small group of skilled fighters and literal time travel. Especially since it’s an XD-sponsored endeavor, Quackity is certain there’s some catch. If nothing else, it’s probably a way to waste a lot of people’s time and money to get XD some good press again.

But Karl is so excited to check it out, neither of them want to try particularly hard to shut him down. They decide they’ll keep an eye on it, obviously, just in case, but they wish Karl good luck and a good time. So he heads out with high hopes and a little suitcase, promising to call every night and to see them soon.

And for the first few days, it goes great! Karl does call them every day and talks for at least an hour about everything he’s learning about this theoretical time travel and how it’ll work: a ship called the Slipstream, which is supposed to use teleportation technology to travel between places in negative time, thus creating functional time travel. Sapnap and Quackity reserve their doubts, but Karl’s having the time of his life either way, and they’re glad to hear him so happy. Especially when he tells them that he gets to get in the ship and take it on a test flight tomorrow - not to try out the time travel yet, but just to make sure he knows how to fly it. Karl gets to fly a ship!! He’s gonna be an actual pilot!! He’s so excited!!!

Karl hangs up that night, clearly over the moon, and Sapnap and Quackity resolve themselves happily to at least four hours on the phone tomorrow night, hearing all about the flight and how it went and what Karl is looking forward to.

And the next night, the hour comes, and Sapnap and Quackity settle on the couch with snacks and drinks, ready for a good long listening session. They wait for the phone to ring. And wait. And wait.

After an hour, they reason that maybe the test flight took longer than expected. Maybe Karl is tired out from flying it. Maybe Karl got distracted. Maybe he forgot to charge his phone. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Either way, it’s not like they had agreed that he’d call at this specific time. So there’s no need to worry. They’re not worried.

Another hour passes. And then another, and another, and soon midnight finds Sapnap and Quackity, sitting in the kitchen with mugs of tea long since cooled, watching a phone that won’t ring. Looking up the experiment or the Slipstream doesn’t bring up any bad news, which sets them both a bit at ease; no news is good news, right? At least for now?

Uneasily, they decide to go to bed. Karl will have to have called or at least texted by morning, surely. And if not, they’ll call him, and then they’ll call the number they were given for questions about the experiment. There’s no reason to worry.

Despite having no reason to worry, when morning comes without word from Karl, Sapnap and Quackity worry. When they call Karl, it goes straight to voicemail. When they call the number for the experiment, it’s disconnected. When they look up the experiment and the Slipstream and XD in general, they notice what they hadn’t last night: not only is there no news, there’s no mention of the experiment. The website Karl had learned about the experiment from is gone. XD’s website makes no mention of time travel. Even with all of Quackity’s investigative power, as far as the world wide web is concerned, there has never been a ship or shuttle with the name Slipstream.

It’s like the whole project never existed at all, and Karl Jacobs along with it.

Thus begins Sapnap and Quackity’s investigation. They call anyone who will listen, telling them that Karl is missing and it’s almost certainly the fault of XD and his company and please please please help them find out what happened. They become the most annoying thorn in XD’s side in months, calling every division in every company several times over, demanding answers. At one point, they’re discreetly contacted and offered hush money if they just drop it, and Sapnap has never screamed so loud in his life as when he told them exactly what they could do with that money. Quackity immediately tries to follow up, tracing the offer to gather proof that something must have happened if they’re trying to cover it up, and only runs into a brick wall. XD is infuriatingly good at covering his tracks.

What finally marks the turning point in their investigation is XD’s most common underestimation: common human decency between strangers. Quackity and Sapnap are anonymously contacted by someone who was working in the experiment’s division and heard about their search, someone who has access to Slipstream plans and blueprints. Through them, Quackity and Sapnap learn that Karl vanished because he was pressured into activating the time travel function on his test flight, despite the fact that it wasn’t ready yet. They’re also given early blueprints for the Slipstream, which include some of the plans for the time travel mechanism.

It’s this mechanism that Sam is able to study and rework and reverse engineer, eventually leading to the development of the chronal accelerator, which should, in theory, bring Karl back.

And it had been a rough time for Quackity and Sapnap, spending nearly all of their free time trying to gather resources and to find the truth and then to help Sam however he needed. They’ve undergone their respective breakdowns, supporting each other through them: Sapnap kept Quackity from burying himself too deeply in his work and his research, getting him to sleep and eat regularly. In turn, Quackity made sure he was available for Sapnap to talk and vent to, redirecting his steadily burning fury to constructive outlets. They’ve settled into an uneasy but manageable rhythm of getting through the days, haunted though they are by the uncertainty of where Karl is and when (if) they’ll see him again. And with the invention of the chronal accelerator, they’re both struggling with just how much hope they can afford. If this doesn’t work - if they get so close to finally getting Karl back, only to fail… it’s not something they want to think about.

So when Sam calls them down to his workshop, saying that he thinks he has a working model to recover their fiance, they arrive hand-in-hand, Quackity guarded, Sapnap cautiously optimistic. They gather around the workbench, surrounding Sam’s invention, a mechanical-looking harness with a glowing, green-and-purple spiral at its heart. Sam looks to them, hovering one hand over the activation switch, waiting for their signal.

They share a glance. Sapnap squeezes Quackity’s hand, steady and secure. No matter what, it promises. No matter what, I’ll still be here. I’m with you.

They both nod to Sam, and he flips the switch.

The harness hums and crackles to life, its spiral glowing brighter and starting to spin. Sam stands at the ready, watching six different monitors to ensure nothing goes wrong. Sapnap and Quackity lean on each other, nearly holding their breath, eyes glued to the accelerator.

Slowly, a figure fizzles into existence. Half-transparent, arms curled close to their chest, they glance around the room, looking lost and unsure, until they meet eyes with Sapnap and Quackity. Then their eyes go wide, one hand rising to their mouth, hanging open in shock.

Sapnap? says the ghost of Karl Jacobs. Quackity?

And in the next second, the ghost comes back to life, lungs filling with air, color rushing to his cheeks, solidity returning to his form. And Karl gasps, coughs, leans forward with one hand clapped over the accelerator, and his gaze doesn’t leave his fiances for a second. He extends one shaking arm, reaching for his fiances with an open hand. The tension shatters.

Sapnap closes the distance in half a second, Quackity barely a breath behind. The fiances collapse against the table as the two of them all but tackle Karl. Because Karl is real, Karl is alive, Karl is here in front of them. The lingering doubts that have dogged their footsteps vanish. The fear in their hearts that three engagement rings would become two wedding rings dissolves. The aching absence they’ve felt between them for months melts away in tears and sobs and bone-crushing hugs, the three of them relishing the hard-regained closeness, pressing together as the weight of the world lifts from all of their shoulders.

They’re together again.

#dream smp #dream smp au #overwatch au #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #awesamdude #submission #an anon #oh god this is amazing #i love this so much #i'll cherish it forever #long post

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peachyproserpina · 4 years ago

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can I plz request 9. "I fed your pets while you were away." Or 93. "Do you want to help me fix dinner tonight?" writers choice with Matt and maybe this leads to very smutty ending?!

This is stolen right from @glassbxttless Solo Bros AU! A little Matt x Sunny action. I wanted it to be a little shorter and a little sweet and short but I feel like I kinda got carried away?

Matt Solo x Fem!Reader

TW: crying, oral f!receiving, sex, hair pulling, biting, general roughness

As always! If I miss a tag please let me know and I will tag it!

Matt was always adamant that the cats never were his despite the fact you’re convinced that they don’t even know you exist anymore. Honey and Delilah could always be found around Matt if they weren’t sleeping or eating and despite his insisting that he didn’t care for them either way you’ve caught him baby talking to them just about as much as he does the twins.

So when you are packing up everything to go to Las Vegas with Randy’s bride to be and leaving Matty with the twins and the cats you get a little worried. Despite him, Leia, and Randy assuring you that they wouldn’t let anything happen to any of your children it still made you nervous. Many tears were shed at the airport drop off zone and you maybe kissed your twins enough that even they were sick of it in their toddler way. Matt pulled you close after you buckled the kids back into their car seats and when you felt his hand tease under your shorts as he dipped you pressing kisses all up and down your neck you came up more flushed then you thought.

“Come back soon Sunny, I fucking miss you already” Matt hushes into your ear and you nod, not wanting to let him go just yet. It’s not until the rest of the bridal party is yelling for you that Matty lets you go and the ‘goodbyes’ from your twins are making you emotional yet again. Matt watches you disappear into the airport before he is pulling away from the curb and promising the twins ice cream, which they both enthusiastically agree to.

Four days later and you’re home earlier than expected, your group had managed to charm some flight staff into getting you on a different flight home after finding out you were going to be delayed an extra eight hours. You struggled with opening the door, juggling your suitcase and bags of trinkets you brought back for your boys. Once in your throw everything into the bedroom to deal with later and surprisingly enough you’re greeted with meows and purrs from both Honey and Delilah, they’re vying for your attention and you’re more than happy to cuddle with them on the couch just to give yourself a second to unwind before everyone is home. You check the time and realize Matt’s going to be home in about an hour then the twins aren’t too far behind him. You shoo the cats off of your lap before you start working on dinner. Something easy and filling, it was nice being somewhere so warm now that New York is getting chilly and you need something that will warm everyone up.

You’re concentrating on dinner that you don't even hear Matt’s key jingle in the lock, or the thud of his bag on the floor. He could smell you cooking from in the hallway and he's starving. He’s quiet, or tries to be. Thankfully you’re in your own world between cooking and the low tunes coming from your phone propped up by the cookbook you’re referencing. It isn’t until he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in close that you know hes here. You yelp and try to wiggle out of his grasp. Matt just pulls you closer and rubs his stubble into that tender part of your shoulder making you hunch over and push your hips right into his.

“Matty! Jesus you scared the fuck outta me!” You try to twist in his grip to get a good look at him and he holds you tighter, pulling your hips right into his.

“Yeah? Sorry Sunny.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all as he kisses up and down your neck and shoulder, wrapping those long long arms around you like vines. “Fuckin- missed you so much, don’t ever leave me that long again.” he’s desperate for you, you’d be lying if you weren’t in the same boat. You can feel your panties start to get wet. “I fuckin’ fed your cats and everything while you we’re gone.” You can feel him getting hard, working himself into a frenzy.

“Yeah Matty? You fed my pets while I was gone?” You’re teasing him, and he can hear the smile in your voice and fuck if that doesn’t make him even harder for you. Matt’s nodding as he shoves a hand under your bra and the other is tugging your shorts off.

“Felix even let me wash his hair.” His fingertips are brushing against your clit and you let out a whine. You’re trying to get his fucking work jumpsuit off and the way he’s teasing your clit you’re already dizzy, you haven’t had each other in four days and it feels like a lifetime. “Since I was such a good dad while you were gone I think I deserve something sweet, right Sunny?” You go to answer him but you’re pushed front down onto the counter by Matt who is leaning over your, full weight on your back and rubbing his covered cock into your heat.

“I’m going to make you gush all over my tongue as a treat then you’re going to let me cum deep inside of you before the twins are home.” He’s dragging your panties to the side before he's kissing his way down your back and shoving his face right into your cunt, you let out a gasp as he shoves his tongue as far as he can and pinches your clit. Dropping your head onto the counter you let out a moan, fuck, he feels so good like this, you’re on your tippy toes trying to grind back down on his face as he spreads you open wide with his fingers. He chuckles when he feels you clamp down on his fingers and the vibration makes you nearly cum then and there.

“You’re desperate Sunny.” You nod, not even thinking about it, Matt can feel the way you’re soaking his face, desperate to cum and he’s just as needy. When he brushes his fingertips over that spot so deep, you cum. The tension that he’s been building in your core finally breaking and a needy moan spilling from your lips as you soak him. He’s meaning into you, dragging his tongue over your clit as you come down. Keeping you sensitive and shaky for him. You hear the zip of his jumpsuit and not long after the head of his cock is tap tap tapping at your clit, making you whine.

“Matty please, I need you in me.” You’re reaching back for him, you feel so empty without him filling you up, he teases you just a little more before he is filling you so slowly, letting out a low groan as he fills you. You’re biting your lip so hard it might bleed, you catch a glance at the clock in the kitchen and you squeeze down on Matt hard. He hisses before threading his hands through your hair and yanking you up. It burns so fucking good as he handles you roughly like that. “Gotta- fuck, the twins are gonna be home soon Matty.” You’re babbling out between his deep thrusts and he’s still got his fingers tangled into your hair.

“Yeah, Sunny. Gonna be fast.” His other hand has worked its way up around your throat and is squeezing tight tight tight. You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, between being roughed up and the angle he’s managing to fuck you at your clit rolls against the edge of the counter with every thrust and you’re already close again. You can tell Matt is too with the way hes biting down hard over your shoulders and neck, practically growling into your skin. You’re so fucking close, you’re about to snap and Matt knows this.

“Come on Sunny, fucking, soak me you slut.” Matt bites that tender bit of skin right behind your ear and with that you’re cumming hard on him, he’s fucks you right through your orgasm and before you know it he’s filling you up just like he said he would. He untangles his fingers from your hair and brings you into a kiss. He’s helping pull up your panties when he lets out a little “Do you want me to help with dinner tonight?”

#matt x reader #matt the radar technician #the solo brothers au #matt x sunny #adcu fic #peachy writes #peachy requests #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #I REALLY FUCKING STRUGGLED WITH IT FOR SOME REASON #TW Oral #tw smut #tw crying

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letthefrogsbe · 3 years ago

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remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry.

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like ��she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

#hope this is marketable??#sort of just wanted to share my 4 am writing tbh #it doesn't make sense just go w it #parkner #peter parker #harley keener

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neverthrive · 4 years ago

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Just gonna leave this old ass fanfic here

Adventuring is a rewarding occupation, providing an abundance of wealth, the respect of peers, and even a fulfilling sense of self worth. Even so, the constant action takes its toll, and every once in a great while an adventurer has to take a step back, breathe in deeply, and just get away from it all. Which is exactly what Jake had been planning for himself and his human brother.

It was a simple idea; take a break from their regular schedule of evil slaying, butt-kickery and all around, nonstop awesomeness. Find some remote location that holds nothing but tranquility in store for the duo to just chillax at for a few days. Just the two of them, a dog and his boy. It was perfect, but like any other well laid plan, there was a monkey wrench destined to find its way into the cogs of said perfection and jam Jake's precise synchronization up something awful. This particular monkey wrench goes by the name of Marceline.

"What are you dweebs up to?" Inquired a melodically cynical voice that belonged to none other than the ancient noirette in question. Marceline stared down ever curiously at the mixed species siblings and their growing mess as she liesurely drifted on the air over their heads. From what she could tell, her mortal friends appeared to be gathering heaps of useless garbage and stowing the junk in their already cramped luggage, for some reason or another.

Finn took a moment to acknowledge the vampire's presence, looking up from his loaded pack to face her. "I'm not actually sure, myself... Jake just told me to start packing my crud, and I guess that's what I'm doing, so does that answer your question?"

"Not in the least." she replied curtly before turning her now suspicious gaze in Jake's direction. The dog paid Marceline no mind as he continued to toss his various and mostly useless possessions into a sack. A rubber duck, a length of rope, a jar of peanuts, a pair of socks... Finally, he stored two empty glass bottles and closed the sack, still oblivious to the vampire's questioning stare. "Jake, what the plum is with all the hullabaloo?"

"Nope." Jake snapped, mildly irritated.

"'Nope'? Nope what?" She pressed him, ignoring the dog's tone.

"No. I'm not gonna tell you because you'll just want to come with us and muck it up. It's s'pose to be just me and mah bro, and you have no part in it. So no, Marceline, you can't come camping with us." Jake retorted in his best attempt at sounding authoritative, but in trying to iterate just how serious he was, the fact that he was suppose to be withholding information had slipped his mind a tad. He soon realized his mistake and growled in frustration. "Forget I said that last part!" But ironically, that last part about ignoring that previous last part was ignored by both teens.

"We're going camping?" Finn and Marceline asked in unison, excitement bubbling up in their throats.

"Yes, Finn, WE are. And no, Marceline, WE are not. Got it?" Jake answered pointedly. "It's camping time with Finn and Jake. I didn't hear Marceline anywhere in there, so step off sister!"

"Well fine! Maybe I didn't want to go on your stupid trip anyway!" Marceline pouted sorely and turned to leave, but Finn, being the model peacekeeper he is, blocked his friend's exit. "Get out of the way, Finn. I'm obviously not wanted here anymore." The vampire queen tried to push the boy aside, but no matter how hard she shoved, the squishy blob of flesh and heroism persisted to keep her from leaving.

"Come on, Jake's just being a butt. You don't have to leave on account o' him bein' a Mr. grumpy pants." Finn gently wrapped a hand around Marceline's forearm and began to lead her back over to his brother so as amends could be made.

"He doesn't even wear pants, dude." she huffed out in retortion as she let herself be pulled back towards the junk heaps that the magical dog was still busying himself with sorting through and packing into napsacks and suitcases and the like.

"Jake..." Finn verbally nudged his brother to outstretch the olive branch to Marceline, but an apology seemed hesitant in forthcoming. "Come on, man. You know you done bad in yourself bro, and I know you know how to make it right again." Finn's prompt appeared to have worked this time, eliciting a defeated sigh from Jake.

Dropping his bags of assorted and worthless loot, Jake turned to face Marceline who now had her arms crossed over her chest and was avoiding eye contact with him. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?" Marceline untensed a bit at that. "It's not you, It's just that I really wanted to have some bro time with Finn, y'know? To recapture those times we used to share when we was wee pups." Jake inhaled deeply, breathing in the musty scent lingering about from the, until recently, long forgotten contents of that once overstuffed closet in the corner. He had a feeling in his gut that he'd regret this decision later, and his gut was almost never wrong, but he couldn't ignore his guilt and empathy for Marceline. She just wanted to hang with her friends. "So... You want to come with us, then?"

The vampire's sour mood dissipated immediately, her pout rapidly shifting to a grin stretched from pointed ear to pointed ear. "Heck yes I wanna go camping with you guys! So when are we leaving?" Marceline asked almost giddily.

"Well I guess since you're coming with us, we probably shouldn't be heading out 'til just before sundown." Jake answered thoughtfully. Having so much time before they were to depart allowed Jake some spare moments to cool it with all the preparations and freed up his thinkin' schedule a bit. Suddenly, a thought pervaded his mind that the dog rather took a shining to. "If we're bringing guests along now, Lady Rainicorn's coming too!" and with that, Jake took off to go inform his girlfriend of how he'd decided she would be spending the next few days. The matter was entirely non negotiable.

Finn and Marceline stood idly by as Jake hastily absconded out through a nearby window. The young hero turned to his immortal friend "You know, he actually does wear pants..."

"Really?"

"Yup."

A quarter hour before dusk would settle in, the four campers had reached the landing Jake scouted out beforehand. It was a small pocket within the forest, not too far from a river, vacant enough to comfortably fit everyone but with a dense enough canopy to shade any vampire from daylight at high noon. Having acquired a suitable base of operations, the only thing left standing in between Jake and his cherished relaxation was setting up camp. The duties were divied up between two groups.

"So Lady and I are gonna pitch our tent, by ours I mean hers and mine. I don't know what either of you are doing so... Sleep under the stars or whatever. But also, we need a campfire, so you guys should maybe gather some sticks and twigs and stuff, and it'll be math. 'Kay." Jake then spoke something in a language neither Finn nor Marceline could comprehend to Lady, who laughed in response, and the two magical creatures diligently began piecing together the frame of their shared tent. The rainicorn giggled lightly every time Jake slipped a tent pole into the corresponding connector she held.

Marceline narrowed her eyes at the spectacle and made a face. "Gross..." She thought it best to linger around the couple and their disgusting adorableness as little as inhumanly possible and began to head towards the surrounding thickets. Finn soon followed suit, tailing behind his friend into the thick of the forest to gather materials for their fire.

"So like, sticks, huh?" The human remarked as he bent over to scoop a discarded twig from the earth.

Marceline turned to see Finn's pitiful offering. Their fire would need a lot more fuel than some measly green branches. "No man, we need bigger stuff than that." she explained. "And preferably a little more dead." she added.

"Bigger?" Finn thought it over for a moment. "Alright, bigger." Turning to face a tree, the stout teenager grappled the trunk and with all his might attempted to pry the poor unsuspecting eudicot from the soil. "I need your wood, tree! Give it up, yo!" Finn continued his struggle while Marceline cackled at his random act of foolishness.

Seeing no sign of Finn relenting any time soon, his undead friend intervened. "Finn, we don't need a whole tree. And you most def don't gotta yank one out'a the ground. C'mere, ya goober." she beckoned while barely supressing her laughter. Finn looked from Marceline then back to the tree in his grasp, releasing the bark from his grip and gaining nothing from his efforts but sore arms.

"Look," she pointed to a fallen branch that looked as if it'd been laying on the forest floor for a few seasons now. "This is the kind of stuff we're gonna need. Big enough to burn, and not impossible to pick up, got it? Now get it." Finn did as instructed, bending to take the dry, rough chunk of high octane campfire fuel in his arms. "Alright, now just find a lot more like it and we're good to light 'em up."

"How many more?" Finn asked wearily.

"I don't know. Lots, I suppose. Have to keep it going for a while." she replied, venturing deeper into the woods to search for any more decent firewood she might per chance stumble upon. Figuratively, that is, it's hard to sumble when your feet don't touch the ground.

"Bleh..." Despite his contempt for such menial labor, Finn once again followed the vampire to gather what they needed. It was an easy enough job, but way too dang boring for a man of action. Finn needed excitement, and lugging sticks around wasn't providing.

When they'd finished gathering the firewood and the time came to actually light the fire, Finn demanded he be the one to do the deed. And so there they sat across from one another, a neatly arranged pile of dead wood between them. Finn furiously stroked the sticks together in a fruitless attempt to catalyze a spark.

"This usually works! These things must be broken, or something..." Finn pouted and heaved the useless wooden shafts into the nearby shrubbery in frustration.

"Here," Marceline moved herself closer to the bundle and spawned a small flame in the palms of her hands. Touching the flame to the tinder, the pile of miniature lumber and bark ignited almost instantly. Finn stared down at the blazing fire, then glanced up to Marcleline, a smug, toothy smirk plastered across her face.

"You cheated!" he yelped, pointing accusingly at the girl who succeeded so easilly where he so miserably failed.

"Finn, don't be jelly of my totally sweet vampire powers." Marceline replied, her expression never faltering.

"I'm not jelly! Maybe jam, but not jelly. Just admit you cheated! Vampire powers is cheating fo' sure." he insisted.

"Nope." The vampire playfully let her forked tongue slide out from between her fangs, mocking the disgruntled human.

"Whatever..."

"Hey, you guys made the fire! Rad!" Jake exclaimed as he padded his way over to the two from his now fully assembled tent.

"Yeah, we totally did it! 100% group effort here." Marceline chimed almost sarcastically. "So who wants to roast marshmallows?"

"... Then the puppy looked under his bed, and saw two glowing green eyes! The pup was so scared, it almost wee wee'd!" Finn stood over his three friends, the crackling fire below lighting his features in distorted illumination. He raised both hands above his head, digits stretched and curled as claws in the most menacing display the boy could muster. "The nebelung under the bed reached out to the scared little puppy and..." Finn paused, turning to Jake who'd heard the story right along with Finn in their youth and knew what came next. "TICKLED THE PUPPY!" Finn pounced on his brother and poked his wriggling fingers into the dog's soft flanks. Jake snorted and snickered at the human's tickle attack as the two women watched on. Lady found the sight to be quite amusing, adorable even. Marceline just sucked the red from a can of kidney beans in stark indifference.

"If you two are done with your brotherly gropefest yet, maybe I could tell a real ghost story?" Marceline cut their fun short and assumed her position over the campfire as current story teller as the brothers returned to their seats. "This isn't the first time I've been in these parts of the woods. I came through here some years back, how long ago exactly is a little fuzzy. But I wasn't alone. No, I had friends with me, just like I do now, and just like now, there was a dog among my group.

"We were just hiking through, you see, we had no intentions of staying. No, that would be foolish! We knew better, we'd heard the stories of what happens around here after dark. Weird stuff... Spooky happenings, y'know? But the dog, he got lost-"

"Oh no! Not the dog! The dog always dies first!" Jake interrupted with his sudden fearful outburst.

"Well anyway..." Marceline shot him a scornful look, and continued. "The dog must have started straggling, because when we stopped to rest, he was nowhere to be found. Of course we looked for him, we stayed together as a group, we weren't about to split up so we'd all be lost in 'The Forsaken Forest'. But no matter where we searched, there was no sign of the poor lost doggy. It wasn't 'til well after dark when we found him. He was huddled in a bush maybe twenty or so yards from where he was last seen, shaking uncontrollably with his face in his hands.

"He wouldn't show us his face. He just kept on mumbling some nonsense about 'whispering trees' and 'eyeball rockets'. When we finally pried the dog's hands from his face, he had no eyes! Just two gaping sockets where his looking globes used to be! Once we got him to calm down, he told us the whispering trees of the forsaken forest used some hoodoo to turn his eyeballs into jet packs and they flew right off of his face. Wait..." Marceline stiffened and tilted her head to one side as if intently listening to some faint noise off in the distance. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Hear what?" Jake squeaked, cowering into his girfriend's embrace. Cuddling with Lady Rainicorn made him feel secure, but it wasn't enough to make him totally forget he was in the alleged 'Foresaken Forest'.

"It sounds like..." she leaned in toward Jake, and with a completely straight face, with a hint of what might pass for something distraught in her tone, answered "Whispering."

That's all Jake needed to hear. He gave his friends a surprise performance of his scream song and tore off to his tent as fast as his four legs would carry him, separating himself from the 'evil' trees outside with a thin layer of nylon. No way in the flippin' Night-o-Sphere was he letting some piney mischief makers steal his precious eyes. Lady chuckled and followed after him, knowing Jake wouldn't be able to sleep alone tonight after that fright.

Finn and Marceline shared a laugh at Jake's expense. When their howling merriment subsided, they realized they were alone once more. Finn fed a few more branches from their dwindling supply into the blaze, stoking the flames.

"So, have you really been out in these woods before?" The boy asked, now feeling uneasy not knowing if the vampire's story was true or not. Finn'd witnessed stranger things, so believing tall tales came easily to him.

"Yeah, I have. But not how you're thinking I did, that story was bogus." Finn was relieved. "Naw, my old man took me camping somewhere around here when I was younger, before that whole 'fry incident' happened. It's one of the more pleasant memories I have from my upbringing." Marceline sighed and watched the flames consume their fresh meal through hazy, half lidded eyes. The age-old young woman contently recalled the time she and her father shared out in this forest so many years ago.

"Is that why you like camping?" Finn pulled her out of her train of thought. "Becuase your dad brought you?"

"Yeah, probably." she admitted. "It's just nice to chill out in the wild, with some friends or family or whatever. It's kind of peaceful. So how 'bout you, Finn? Have you ever been camping?"

"Well, once pop took me, Jake and Jermaine out for a weekend of fishing. Y'know, a father and his boys." Finn still missed his parents, they were such kind old folk. No one else would look twice at the human freak, but they raised him as their own. "But it was actually just the back yard, there was a pond there too, and we were told we couldn't go inside the house 'til the weekend was over. Dad made us some sort of little shelter out of some dead trees and ferns and all we ate was the fish we caught, but Dad made sure to stock the pond with lots of fish beforehand, so we had plenty. It was a pretty good time, even if it wasn't the wilderness like this."

"It's not where you're at, Finn, all that matters is who you're with." Marceline asserted, and felt a certain truth to her words resonate. In her experience, this was an immutable fact, in good company, fond memories could be made anywhere. Finn always seemed like good company, and he'd given the vampire an abundance of fresh memories she hoped would not fade any time soon.

"Yeah," Finn nodded gingerly. "that's deep." The human stretched his arms wide and yawned in deeply. It was getting late, and an adolecsent boy needs his sleep. "I'm gonna hit the sack."

Finn took a few paces away from the campfire and found one of the various packs he'd brought with him on this excursion at the base of a large tree. Opening the zipper, he reached inside and withdrew a very large, very new looking gortex sleeping bag and unrolled the bundle of fluff and warmth, laying it across the ground. The tuckered hero wasted no time before hopping into the over sized, silky feeling cocoon, but before he could drift of to the land of Sweet dreams, he was disturbed by a familiar voice.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" demanded the very abandoned feeling vampire queen.

"You're nocturnal." Finn retorted bluntly before rolling over to face away from the dying fire.

"But I've been up all day!" she protested. "My sleep schedule is wack, and it's pretty much entirely your fault."

"Hey, it's your own choice to pester us during the day. You made your bed, now you gotta sleep in it. Hehe." Finn laughed at the irony of that figure of speech used in this particular instance and noted that he's not exactly one to be clever with irony, and it was mostly just coincidence, but an awesome coincidence at that. "Can't you just like, sleep hangin' from a tree or somethin'? Bats do that all the time."

"No! For one, that's actually an insulting generalization, and two, I don't think I can maintain myself in bat form while I'm sleeping." Marceline explained. It sounded logical enough of a reason to rule out sleeping in trees, and there was no way she was about to sleep atop the cold dirt. "Scootch over, I'm getting in with you." she ordered.

"No way! Why didn't you bring your own sleeping junk?" Finn countered.

"Because I didn't think of it and vampires were never bestowed with the gift of foresight, now make room!"

"You can't!" Finn barked.

"Why can't I?" she challenged.

"Because... You're a girl..." Finn's face brightened with reddish hugh.

"Are you saying you'd rather sleep with a boy?" Marceline asked slyly, raising an eyebrow in playful inquiry.

"Well no... But..." Finn sputtered, "This isn't fair!"

"Life ain't fair, get used to it," the dead girl shot back while making her way to Finn and his comfy looking sleeping bag that he was being oh so greedy trying to keep all to himself. Finn hesitated, but after seeing Marceline was dead set on gettin' all up in his bag, he reluctantly relented his opposition and allowed her entry, slipping in beside him.

Marceline noticed how spacious it was inside, still comfortable enough even with the both of them fully encased up to their necks in the puffy fabric, and she almost couldn't help but to be suspicious that Finn's end game was to share this sleeping bag with someone all along. Silly human, he'd only have to ask, no need for reverse psychology and mind games. But then she realized this was Finn she was thinking about and how his intentions never run any deeper than face value. Marceline couldn't see Finn, the genuine goober he is, devise some elaborate plan entailing sleeping bags and psychological warfare all to result in getting her to sleep with him, speaking only in the most literal sense of the term.

Then Marceline realized something else. She was dreadfully uncomfortably laying in this position. "Finn. I need a pillow." she informed.

Disturbed once more from the verge of slumber, Finn exhaled audibly and cracked his sore and crusty eyes. Scanning about the surrounding darkness for something that might sate the relentless vampire's pestering, Finn peered a fairly large, stout stone not far from where they lay. Removing his arms from the confines of the sleeping bag he was now being forced to share, he grabbed hold of the rock and placed it by Marceline's head with a dull thud. "Use that." he instructed coarsely before returning to his previous position and trying once more to sleep.

Marceline stared at the rock in awe for a long moment before deciding it was a horrible candidate for a pillow. No, she'd need something softer, with some give. Something... Squishy. And per chance, it just so happened that there was something exceedingly squishy laying right beside her. So with no further thought or reasoning, Marceline curled herself around Finn and layed her head on the softest point she could find between his shoulder and chest.

"What the flip are you doing?" The hero questioned when feeling his friend's arms snake around his body.

"Shut up." she hissed, momentarily lifting her head from his chest to make eye contact. "You're lumpin' comfortable, so deal with it. Now lay there and be quiet like a good pillow." And with that, she nuzzled back into the fleshy swells of Finn's torso.

As awkward as this situation was, Finn couldn't deny that it was maybe even a little pleasant. But also mostly uncomfortable, for him at least. So to right this, Finn hauled his arm out from beneath the cuddly vampire and repositioned it around Marceline, so now they were in some ungraceful, and clearly completely platonic embrace. Nope, nothing going on here, just a couple o' bros in a sleeping bag is all. Snuggling? Naw, none of that going on here, bro.

Feeling Finn's arm wrap around her back and rest somewhere near her waist, reciprocating her cuddle, Marceline grinned into the adolescent adventurer's chest. "I know you're enjoying this, probably more than you're letting yourself believe, but don't expect it to happen often." She took a moment to glance back up to meet Finn's embarrassed gaze. "You just so happened to have been the most comfortable place for me to spend the night." Reaching up to play with the ears of Finn's hat, she added "Y'know, you're no Hambo, but you're quite the snuggly little bear."

Finn's face flushed skarlet, or maybe it never stopped being that color, he couldn't tell. But either way, he definitely felt significantly warmer around the collar after that remark. He wasn't too sure he liked being Marceline's 'snuggly bear', he imagined it might be something reminiscent of what Lady Rainicorn would call Jake, if she spoke english. And Finn for sure didn't think he was ready to have with Marceline what Jake had with Lady. But here they were, closer to any other girl than he'd ever been, unburnt by her touch and unscalded by any callous words that carelessly fell from her mouth.

Finn gave some thought to this and realized it wouldn't be so bad to be more than simply friends with Marceline. She was probably the greatest gal he knew, and almost certainly the least complicated, even if that's not saying all too much. But he could easily envision their relationship taking a turn for the romantic. By the time he'd worked up the courage to profess that thought to her, a rather obnoxious snore seized his attention. Finn snapped his eyes down in his bed buddy's direction to find she'd already fallen fast asleep. So, the adventurer, pushing all silly thoughts of relationships aside, closed his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening and was finally allowed rest.

It wasn't the muted sunlight shining through the leaves overhead, ticking at his eyelids, that woke Finn that morning, nor was it the stirring of the girl still in his arms. It was the earpiercing shriek of utter shock and surprise let loose from his older brother's agape maw. Finn's eyes shot open, sitting up quickly and turning his attention from Jake to Marceline, taking in the situation and how it might look to anyone outside of the sleeping bag.

"This probably isn't what it looks like!" Finn piped up defensively almost without thinking. His brain kicked in and told him that whenever someone says those particular words, it's almost always exactly what it looks like.

"Oh my grawd, dude! You guys didn't... Did you?" Jake gasped, flabbergasted. "Just tell me you kept it PG13, please."

"Dude, what the hey! We're both fully clothed, okay!" Finn stepped out of his sleeping bag to prove he was, in fact, not in the nude. "She just forgot to bring any camping gear, so I shared. Alright?"

"Yeah, alright... I guess I might have been overreacting a bit..." Jake mumbled ashamedly, averting his gaze from his two friends he just so blatently accused of indecency.

"A bit?" Finn chuckled. "It's a'ight man, let's just forget about it." Finn's stomach let out a low growl. "So what's for breakfast, homie?"

Jake felt a mite cheerier now that they'd moved on past that terrible misunderstanding. What an awful, horrible revelation to wake up to first thing in the morning. "Canned food, yo. It's all we got since we pollished off the marshmallows last night."

"Sounds good, man." Finn responded with a nod. He looked back to his vampire friend who was still wrapped in his sleeping bag. She was in a sitting position, watching the two brothers, holding the poofy top of the bag up to under her chin with strangely bare arms. "C'mon Marcie, stop being a lazy butt. It's time to get up." The human coaxed.

"Remember that thing you said about how we're both fully clothed?" she asked with a bashful smile. "If we've learned anything this morning, it's that you guys are great at jumping to conclusions." She motioned with her eyes, directing Finn and Jake's attention toward a pile of her discarded flannel shirt and ripped jeans.

"What the flip, Marceline!" Finn cried out, bordering on the hysterical.

"What, I got hot! Besides, it's not like I'm completely naked. Glob Finn, don't be such a perv!" Marceline huffed indignantly, floated up from the ground sleeping bag and all, snatched the shirt and pair of jeans from where they lay and was gone into the dense forest, presumably to get dressed.

"What in the flip just happened, Jake?" Finn asked flatly as he continued to stare dumbfoundedly out into the woods where he last saw the lunatic who wore his sleeping bag like a toga.

"Sounds like you're having girl troubles, bro." Jake answered, gingerly giving the confused human an empathetic pat on the back.

#finnceline #this is like 9 years old #But now there's fanfic in the tag

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atinybitofau · 5 years ago

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[ateez] W O O Y O U N G ➣ baby daddy au

HE LOVES HIS FAMILY. BOTH OF THEM. (MAFIA WOO)

format: oneshot , wc: 1937 , tags: fluffy-angst

• “Shit man! Shit!”

• his eyes dart from between vehicles.

• blood pumping and heart racing.

• his fingers curl around the steering wheel and he’s looking for a way out.

• cornered to the back of an alley way with guns positioned on him?

• it’s not a good way for him to go out.

• really, how was he gonna get out of this one?

• “Fuck bro. It was nice working with you I guess.”

• Wooyoung hisses, gassing his pedal on neutral in attempt to scare off his attackers.

• “Get me out of here, Kang!”

• his friend sighs, “I physically can’t! You’ve got three walls and a target line straight at you in the only open direction. You’re the driver. Get yourself out of this one.”

• “Damnit Yeosang!”

• he hangs up before the blond could suffer.

• he’s looking and looking..

• really regrets taking up Hongjoong’s challenges now.

• “Hey Wooyoung.”

• his eyes flicker back at his dashboard when a familiar voice fills his ears.

• “Wait, Se. I’m leaving daddy a voicemail, sweetie.” he hears your sweet laugh and he thinks he’s already ascended into heaven. “Hey baby, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. No matter what this world throws at us, you love me too? I’m sorry if this is so sudden, honey, but I want to tell you that I miss you. And Seyoung misses you too! Come back home soon, okay? We’ll be waiting for you. Always. Bye Wooyoung, I love you soooo much!”

• his heart triples.

• engine roaring.

• smiling at the faces of the men ready to kill him for the suitcase in the back of his car.

• “Sorry bitches.” Wooyoung mutters shifting gears to drive. “But I’ve got plans with my daughter tomorrow night and I’m not missing that for the world.”

• easy.

• like how it was when he first asked you out.

• got you pregnant?

• married you after five months.

• easy.

• getting out of this conundrum too was so easy.

• “You lucky bastard.” Hongjoong chuckles after Wooyoung slides the suitcase into his hands. “You should’ve died.”

• Wooyoung’s seething with anger.

• blood boiling ready to, “Quit. I fucking quit. I’ve got a family, Joong. I can’t keep doing this shit.”

• Hongjoong’s greedy though.

• he can’t lose his best asset.

• not one of his bests.

• “You can’t just pack your old life up for your new one.” Hongjoong scoffs. “Shove that shit right back up your ass. You’re blood.”

• “Take it back.” Wooyoung sticks his wrist out. “Cut my damn hands off if you have to, hyung. I’ve got a daughter. I’ve got a wife.”

• “You’ve got a y/n.”

• Hongjoong’s relentless.

• you were far worse.

• what he thinks versus what he knows?

• versus what anyone knows honestly.

• as far as they know, you’re just a pretty girl that Wooyoung met at a bar one time.

• no.

• you’re far from that.

• “She’s the love of my goddamn life, you bastard.” Wooyoung takes his leader’s collar by the hand. “And if you even think about putting your filthy hands on my family, I’ll drive my car into yours.”

• he loves his boys.

• his first family.

• but he’s been offered another he just can’t refuse.

• “Hyung, I’m not bargaining my family’s lives.” Wooyoung gulps softening his violent grasp. “You wouldn’t do it for us.”

• see, Hongjoong’s got everything wrong.

• thinks you’re useless and just a pawn to ruin Wooyoung.

• but you were a black market thief.

• a hell of a good one too.

• the healthiest team behind your own body, there was no way you could ever get hurt.

• but no one knows you steal illegal goods and auction them in black market sales.

• you’re just the dark world’s masked angel.

• with your own secrets up your sleeve.

• “Hey y/n, you called?”

• of course you put a bug on your husband.

• how else are you gonna make sure he actually loves you and Seyoung?

• “Ddeonghwa~ can you do me a favor please?”

• Seonghwa sighs. “If this is for that Wooyoung guy again, no.”

• “Pleeeasseee.”

• “Last time I did this, I was forced into a daycare with five babies on my lap.” the 22 year old mob boss rubs at his temple. “I’m a born and raised assassin yet here I am doing a snake’s bidding.”

• “With all due respect, Park Seonghwa the great, you’re also Seyoung’s godfather.”

• “Fine.” Seonghwa defeatedly groans. “Even though I’m sure this has nothing to do with that little devil spawn.”

• “I want you to send Woo’s team an invitation. I think it’s time I introduce myself to my husband’s friends, don’t you think? Take him for me and my daughter only.”

• Seonghwa smiles behind the phone, handing a group of men their share after a job well done.

• “Wasn’t sending a fleet of armed men to your husband introduction enough?”

• playing with your daughter’s hair you smile. “See, but he didn’t know that was me. I just want to show Hongjoong a little compassion, that’s all. Not all sales are final, you know.”

• “Okay fine. I guess that can be arranged. Only for you, y/n. Anything for family.”

• no one can ever say no to you.

• you’ve got family everywhere you go.

• you pierce your ear with the last pearl, your daughter running towards the door.

• “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

• your heart skips like a high schooler,

• running over to him even if he seemed out of the mood.

• “Woo honey, is that you?”

• Wooyoung see’s the two of you and it’s like the world he lived in completely changed.

• kisses you tenderly before taking his excited daughter into his arms.

• “My girls.” he nuzzles his face playfully into Seyoung’s neck. “I missed you.”

• she giggles taking his finger into her small hands. “Daddy, me and mommy are going to a party! Do you think we look pretty?”

• Wooyoung didn’t notice at first.

• cause well—

• you’re always stunning to him.

• his daughter taking too much from you too.

• “Very.” his eyebrow shoots up also running a hand through your locks of hair. “What party is this, honey?”

• “A special one.” you tease kissing him on his lips. “Oh. By the way, there’s a letter for you in the kitchen. Come on, Seyoung. We’re gonna be late sweetie.”

• you take your daughter from your confused husband’s arms and kiss him again.

• “I love you.” you mumble against his lips. “No matter what the world throws at me and you.”

• Wooyoung slumps into your kiss hoping to have you longer but you’re already out the door.

• he’s confused.

• — always knows you’re in charge.

• but he’d like to know where you were going.

• he takes the envelope in the kitchen and opens it.

• Mr, Jung Wooyoung. You have been cordially invited to the guns auction hosted by Park Seonghwa in Junggu, Busan 112. Please attend as requested. allowance: 1 guest.

• he almost tears that shit right up.

• the great Park Seonghwa?

• sending formal invitations to his family house?

• this is much more than a stupid invite he thinks.

• he’s thinking Seonghwa’s lucky his wife and daughter are out for the night.

• suited up and ready to go, he does not hesitate to show up a bit guarded.

• but Hongjoong’s there.

• the whole gang.

• “What the fuck’s going on here?” he whispers at his boss. “You got one too?”

• “I don’t know. Yeosang’s been trying to figure it out but nothing. Seems pretty legit. Guns are on display and everything.”

• “But an invite sent to my own fucking house, hyung? I don’t think so.”

• Wooyoung picks up a couple faces.

• knows some familiar.

• some even coworkers that worked with you?

• now he’s confused.

• but Seonghwa steps up to the podium, dressy as ever, to clear up the last thoughts in his head.

• “Thank you all for gathering here this fine evening.” The black haired raven snoops the room. “Ah, Mr. Hongjoong. Thank you for coming! I see you’ve brought your friends too.”

• Hongjoong’s on a lower scale of the food chain.

• Seonghwa too strong to fight.

• so even Wooyoung stays quiet.

• “Well my assistant has gathered you all here today to announce her retirement! And of course I have to throw her a formal party. After all, she’s been only an asset to everyone here.”

• Hongjoong’s baffled.

• his gang don’t know what’s going on cause this obviously isn’t the gun show they’ve been invited to.

• Wooyoung doesn’t either.

• wait, people like him can retire?

• “Y/n, my dear. Come on out.”

• Hongjoong nearly chokes.

• Wooyoung still mesmerized by the sight of you approaching, legs bare at your dress’ slit.

• “Well fuck.”

• you take a second to glance at your husband’s impeccable reaction.

• “Thank you, Seonghwa. I’ve worked long and hard in this business and I wouldn’t have done it without you. But while you gave me a family, I made one for myself. I’m sure you all have met my husband. Jung Wooyoung.”

• Hongjoong stares at his own hitman with pure resentment.

• “Honey, can you come up here for a second?”

• he can never say no to you.

• pulls at his tie while walking over, taking you by the waist.

• “Y/n, baby, what’s all this?”

• “Our retirement.” you whisper softly. “After all, that suitcase from yesterday gives Hongjoong enough to allow you one too.”

• he smirks under your breath chuckling softly. “And Seyoung?”

• “With Sannie. They’re eating pie in the back.”

• the world can only throw so much at Wooyoung.

• the chances of a wife that knew his own world inside and out?

• the ball the world throws is very big.

• very.

• “Hongjoong, I hope you can accept my husband’s request for retirement? With high approval odds, of course.”

• Yeosang nudges at his boss. “That or you really gonna face the wrath of Jung Wooyoung and his wife. Say yes, you idiot!”

• “Y-yes.” Hongjoong stutters amongst these crowd. “Appeal approved?”

• “Good. Then let the party begin!”

• Seonghwa turns towards your husband with only happy eyes when the crowd gets occupied enough.

• “I’m sorry that this isn’t a solid reform to having the normal family you want. But you know you can’t just throw away your past lives for a new one.” Seonghwa shakes his hand with calm waters under the bridge. “And though our history as rivals hasn’t been great, y/n insists I make some adjustments to my relationships to protect the family I love.”

• Wooyoung worked for Hongjoong.

• you worked for Seonghwa.

• someone’s gotta make changes.

• sacrifices?

• “I’m willing to sacrifice anything for my family, Mr. Park. And if lining my blood with yours is in question, I’ll do it.”

• “People will still be out for the both of you.” Seonghwa reminds, Hongjoong quick to follow approaching from the side.

• “But we’ll be here to protect your family like we protect ours.”

• not once have you ever seen Seonghwa with the notorious Kim Hongjoong.

• but hell.

• the world’s got different types of things to throw, you guess.

• “And well, I’ve always wanted to be a god father so..”

• you smile up at Hongjoong tightening your hand with Wooyoung’s beside you.

• “How nice of us to give Seyoung 7 sinful godfathers.”

ps. very rough edit lol

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the bachelorette chp 4, p1: visiting connie’s family

an: hey y’all! this coming to a close end 💀 i mentioned this in a different post but i will not be active for a while. i’m traveling! i know y’all are rolling your eyes and groaning rn because that means a bachelorette chapter won’t be dropping for a while. i’m getting started on your next date and i’m hoping to get it done by tomorrow. it should be the shortest date! i’ll be working on your final date during on my trip and it should be done by the time i comeback! but i definitely will have the boys and the gang answer your questions and read your thoughts! link at the end of the chapter!

tags: black, fem reader

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Things were now different since proposals were nearing. From now on, there were no more breakfasts with Mikasa and Sasha.(why did i lie?)They were sent away so that they would intervene with your 'boyfriends'. And even if they were around, you wouldn't have been able to catch them.

Today you were woken up early because you would be traveling to Regako to meet Connie's family. You were already familiar with Connie's family, so he already had an upper hand.

Connie was very excited to get out of the house once more and to see his family. He was doing this with you, so it made things better.

"Martin and Sunny are gonna have so many questions, you know?"

He had been driving for an hour and there were a few minutes to go. In the past hour, you and Connie joked about a few things and then you napped.

"Yeah," you reply.

"My mom never lets them watch dating shows but for this time only, they're allowed to. So, they're curious. They'll probably ask how we're allowed to be in love...cause we're friends. And they'll be curious about being on camera as well.

You purse your lips. "Connie, you're one of my three boyfriends. Yeah, you're my friend but you're my partner too. In a week, if you end up staying, you'll be proposing to me, and if I say yes, you'll be my husband. You need to let go of this 'friend' thing and actually be my boyfriend."

Connie is silent for a moment. He opens his mouth again but his voice is quiet. "It's kind of hard to do that when there are two others. This whole thing has been easy for Jean and Bertholdt. They're die-hard romantics. I'm...I was your friend. I only know how to be friendly with you."

"So, are you saying you aren't into me romantically or what? We don't have to do this. We can drop you off at home and I'll go back to the mansion."

"That's not what I'm trying to say. y/n...I do want a future with you, I just don't have that same advantage as Jean and Bertholdt. And I mean...wouldn't you want your spouse to be your best friend and not a stranger?"

He was right. Bertholdt and Jean could do everything in their power to make you theirs but you don't know them.

"Connie, if I wanted, I'd stop everything and marry you right now."

Connie looks over at you and smiles. "I was hoping you could say that."

"I love you."

Connie's face drops. "Huh?" He slightly swerves on the road. You grab onto the upper car handle and giggle. "I love you, Connie."

This was the first contestant that you admitted you loved.

"Love you, too," Connie replies. You weren't sure if he meant it because he didn't include an 'I' but the rest of the time you spent with him would determine if he truly loved you.

It was still daytime when Connie finally reached his house. The camera team was right behind.

"You know...I don't feel so comfortable with Martin and Sunny being on camera. I mean, what if I don't win? It'll be so embarrassing for them," Connie said.

"They're kids. I think they're facing will be blocked out. Don't worry," you reassure him. You get out of the passenger seat, so you could get the suitcase in the back. Connie popped out of nowhere. Your hand was reaching for the trunk and he grabbed it. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it, ok? Let's just go say hi to my family and get things over with."

Connie didn't let go of your hand and lead you to the front door. The camera team followed behind and other crew members continued to prepare themselves.

Connie rang the doorbell and as soon as that happened, you could hear fast footsteps approaching the door. You could only assume that it was one of the kids. The door swung open and your prediction was right. The person in front of you was Sunny, who was now eight. She was the darkest of her siblings and her hair was in locs. But most importantly, she was adorable and had the biggest smile on her face.

Martin came up behind her. He was thirteen, brown-skinned, and was growing his curly hair out. "Hi, y/n," he greets you. "Damn, so no 'hi, Connie. We miss you big bro'?" Connie cuts in. Martin rolls his eyes and Sunny greets her older brother and jumps into his arms. "You're getting heavy! At some point, I won't be able to carry you anymore!"

The image of Connie and his sister turned into Connie and your possible child. You could see him not struggling to hold your infant and throwing them midair. You'd like to think that baby would be happy and wouldn't complain for most of their life. You imagined the baby having your looks and Connie's personality.

Your daydreaming was interrupted when Martin tugged on your hand. "My parents in the kitchen. Come say hi."

Of course. One thing about the Springers is that they love to eat and feed other people. During the holidays, Connie's mom would make food and give meals out to the less fortunate and Connie's dad was a monster on the grill. Before the show, you would come over and you would leave with like a month's worth of food. The Springers were also party people. They'll celebrate anything. These were the people who would probably play a part in wedding planning but let's not get ahead of yourselves.

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The Springers had sat you down in their dining room and the camera team wasn't too far behind. Mrs. Springer sat in front of you and was ready to start asking questions.

"How have you been? I've been keeping up with the show but...how've you been?" she starts. "I'm doing just great Mrs. Springer. Kicking out three guys does make me feel lighter," you joke.

"Oh good! I did like that Eren boy though. He's so handsome."

Mr. Springer nudged his wife and she rolled her eyes. "Should we start planning for your wedding?" he asks.

"Well, I don't have a fiancé yet. But do start expecting an invitation. Even if I don't end up marrying Connie, I do want you all there. You all mean a lot to me."

The older Springers let out an 'aw’.

"Can I be a flower girl?" Sunny asked. "I'll have to ask Levi but I would love for you to be my flower girl," you reply. The thought of that possibly evil little man did bring a nasty feeling in your mouth.

"So, how long do you plan on staying?" Mrs. Spinger asks. You and Connie looked at each other. Connie decides to answer this question. "Just for tonight. She has to meet another family member tomorrow."

The faces of the Springer family drop. "Oh...you don't think this is going too fast?"

"It's...it's going fast. For me, this show just started. I'll be married in two weeks if the engagement can last that long."

You haven't even picked out a dress or taken a look at one. You wanted to start planning badly but you needed to figure who you want to be with.

The Springers decided to move on from the wedding topic and started to talk about their kids' accomplishments.

You spaced out as they spoke. This could be you one day, with a big family, or even just Connie. You would come home from work and discuss your day with him, you would cook with him and just be happy with him.

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Fate The Winx Commentary

Good morning internet! Today is the drop of Winx: Riverdale edition! I sure hope you're ready for my aggressive and unnecessary commentary, because it is coming for you either way!

The netflix landing page lets us know:

Fate The Winx Saga

6 episodes, 48-53 minutes each

"Genres: Fantasy TV Shows, Teen TV Shows, Italian TV Shows"

"This show is: Emotional"

As mentioned elsewhere, my Winx knowledge is limited, so I will be coming into this fairly fresh and will try to be unbiased. As I have seen trailers, the keyword here is Try.

Episode 1

'To the Waters and the Wild'

CW: Animal Death, Swears, Implied Child Death, Blood, Implied Teen Sex, Burns, Weed, Fatphobia, Whatever the term pussie falls under

Episode 1 TL;DR: We meet everyone, learn their dynamics, have the basics of the magic system beat into us, meet our monsters, and name drop Harry Potter. Standard first episode stuff.

I do want it on record before we start that I got about halfway into the first season of Riverdale, and the first season of Netflix Sabrina. They were, well, bland and boring imo? I did get through a few seasons of Teen Wolf, but that's because it was capable of Fun and Jokes. My current expectations are a few unintentionally funny lines, maybe some almost decent magic effects, and because it's 2021, one whole gay character (I did hear one of the boys (there are boys?) is bi, but also an asshole so I'm hoping for some wlw)

TV-MA LANGUAGE AND SMOKING OH FUCKING BOY Almost full moon (waxing) in opening shot- I Will be tracking moon inconsistencies if it keeps showing up that is a pet peeve but hey look a bunch of sheep That's a good start (it's ominous though. don't hurt the sheep) Swears count: Feckin' 2 Mystical portal barrier. Oh yeah s5 of the magicians is on netflix now WELP THOSE ARE SHEEP GUTS RIGHT OUT THE GATE HUH For CW it's up a tree, and the dripping blood is a good warning of what's about to be seen :( oh and then the man who was looking for the sheep dies offscreen save for a spray of blood. THIS ISN'T YOUR CHILD'S WINX CLUB it seems to say. I assume. How much blood was in the original winx because this is already at least a full cup. (Also the monster noises for whatever was chasing the man (werewolf it was a werewolf trailers are bad guys) were not very good)

Opening credit scene is 5-6 different blooming elemental wings. They're pretty, but it's unclear if the last one is secret 6th member wings (because the second to last ones are fire which is the main character's element right?) so maybe we'll get a late 6th addition? (I am in I.T. please give me the most relatable character you cowards)

KIDS IN THE CORNER BY AMBER VAN DAY PLAYING I like where they shot this but that might just be european woods pretty. The opening location was nice and mossy save for the sheep blood Fancy big stone school establishing shots (it's nice, and huge) and we land on a red head who seems less than pleased to be here Courtyard shot of... whatever the name of the replacment plant girl is, holding a tray of various potted plants for an older man (father? first day of school send off maybe?) Aisha(?) walks by, not talking to anyone, Stella(?) is taking Magical!Selfies with at least 3 other girls, Musa(?) has a suitcase and headphones and smiles at a passing girl Oh boy a boy with a pocketknife doing little tricks with it! Nothing says edgy like an actual knife edge. Gonna take this moment to point out I have some level of face blindness and while the girls all look fairly different from one another, if there is more than one tall blonde white boy as I fear there may be, I WILL NOT be able to tell them apart. Not through maliciousness, just general incompetence, so anything I say about the boy characters (I want to say they're the knights to the girl's faeries? is that right? this whole thing smacks of gender) should be taken with a heap of salt I've come to accept tv just. displaying text messages on screen as a storytelling method. It's never my favorite but it just Is a modern story element. Also Bloom needs to meet stella at the alfea gates Alfea I presume is the school- does the name mean something? It sure feels like the word elf and therefore fae but I don't feel like googling anything this early in Oh look two more blondish tall white boys. Pocketknife was wearing something else i think, one guy has a brown jacket and pink shirt (bad combo), the other looks old even by tv highschool/college standards and his jacket has a jock vibe. Jock jacket also has an earring? Is this the bi character who is an asshole? From this one second of him, only in profile, I will assume yes, he is an asshole I like Bloom's backpack Pink shirt looks at Bloom from across the quad. I am already tired of this romance Cool he walks up to someone he has identified as lost, and is 'impressed with [her] confidence in the face of complete ignorance' COMING OUT OF THE GATE WITH A NEGG HUH PINKY He even states he wasn't offering help Then Why Are You Talking To Her Jackass Subs are going with the fairy spelling, and Bloom confirms she is a fairy and we confirm this is College. Unless this is a european thing where they call schools different things. I think that's just for public and private? And maybe just england? I'm American all they teach us is 1492-ww1 over and over for like. 10 years sorry Rest of the World 'What Realm are you from?' 'California' Speaking of ameri-centric, I'm gonna Guess that original Winx, the italian cartoon, didn't have their main character be from cali usa? I am presuming this is a side effect of making this property for a more global distribution than I'm guessing winx was originally conceived as back in the early 00s The Otherworld. I assume this is the fairy realm and whatnot? And the magic school. Seems to be located behind a magical barrier in the earth realm?? If that's right it seems weird if basically everyone who goes to the school is from the otherworld Pinky doubles down on his rudeness but in a Fun and Cute way because :/ and the Specialist hall is Very Pretty, oh and there's a fairy hall. Are specialists the boy...things? magi knights? bros of the blade? guys who wear those 'here come a special boy' sneakers from that one comic? Stella sees this conversation which is great because they drop the term mansplain. why would otherworlders know that term even??? Edgey(?) sees Pinky and they hug it out Stella knows Americans are the type to wander off so I guess there's a lot of inter-world connections?

Miss Dowling- is this teacher going to be like the pedo in riverdale who got *checks notes* killed off by one of multiple serial killers later on? Dowling is the headmistress, gotta keep the otherworld a secret from earthers, time and place for portal making. all standard fantasy stuff so far, nothing to make this stand out Stella has a gateway ring, and frankly isn't too nice? all the backgrounders clothing is Bland and very normal 7 realms of the otherworld, Solaria is where Alfea is, i like magic globe Incase you forgot this was a modern tale, people update their insta stories here. 'I was kindof bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings' YOU AND ME BOTH BLOOM 'We had wings in the past, transformation was lost, tinkerbell was an air fairy' This is either a cop out for your glittery cowardice, or a set up for the main girls re-finding transformation magic later. I did like the Tink bit Bloom is a fire fairy and the subtext of this conversation is that bloom's magic did Something bad. I hope it was burn down her old school's gym a la buffy movie I like miss Dowling but in the I wouldn't Be Surprised if you turned out to be Evil way, and I guess Alfea is a very privileged upper crust school. What types of college do normal fairies go to then huh? damn privileged fairies 'our students have gone on to do amazing things like re-discover long lost magics' We Get It. You will give me Wings, but Only If I'm Patient Dowling throws a jab at Bloom about power control, but I like her necklace so It's Fine

Bloom video calls her parents while unpacking in the dorm, which may have come pre-fit with a heck ton of board games? Love it. Or new plant girl brought them along with her many plants Stella has a fancy mirror and lots of jewelry and fashion photos and makeup, Musa has a laptop and apparently not much else, gotta get those establishing personalities down I guess 'Ladies of the Flies honey don't be sexist' Bloom's dad for feminist of the year (these jokes are bad but i guess we can call it a dad joke as justification) Asiha gives Bloom a look and saves her from the call with her parents- yay friendship step one achieved Blooms parents think she's in the alps because magic secrets and what not Aisha asks bloom if she's never read harry potter and I guess Bloom is a potterhead (that's the term right?). Is this self awareness that all magical school fantasy series have the same basic bricks? Bloom is a ravenclaw sometimes slytherin, Aisha is a Gryffindor Stella is changing because she's the fashion one and has a fun pastel rainbow skirt, and uses magic to make a real aggressive lamp. She's also a mentor (maybe older than the others by a bit?) I am assuming Stella here is something along the lines of a diplomats daughter the way she talks about appearances. She better get down and dirty later on to show her growth about how some things are more important than looks yada yada Fairy magic powered by strong emotions, i am waiting for bloom's backstory to be movie x-men rogue style tragedy Terra! Which. Of course is the Plant Fairy's name. Stella is a little mean to her about the plants and she takes it with a smile and some subtle snark back using classic literature Oh that's fun Terra points out the name-plant thing, and name drops her cousin Flora. That's. The one they replaced with Terra right? Terra's dad works in the greenhouse at the school which explains earlier (and her mum is named rose) Stella is indeed a second year and Musa's eyes change for. Lie detecting magic? and loves her headphones (Overstimulation?) Aisha wants somewhere to swim and we cut to a 'pond' by specialist training. Assuming she wants to sim because she's a water fairy, why Don't they have a pool? also this pond looks. Unpleasant for swimming

Girl specialist! Does that mean we have boy fairies? Boys. Fighting. Talking about girls. All gingers are nuts. Thanks edgelord AMAZING SHAGS THOUGH 'I didn't realize your hand was a red-head' it's not truly edge if we don't talk about sex every 10 minutes Subtitles earlier only said boy 1 boy 2 but now pinky or edgy is Riv Edgy smokes weed, and pinky is a big brother figure to him, and the head? of the special boys doesn't like edgy. Me neither older guy Bit of swordplay, more girls, every specialist has black training outfits, very military Pinky is Sky who is son of Guy of Place. an important lad. without context this is meaningless to me There's a giggly boy who laughs at the idea of a war in the future and gets a talking to. I suspect this boy will be re-occurring enough to die- he has those tertiary character elements with his intro and such (and he's black so I am prepared for your standard racist murder choices) Burned Ones exist outside the barrier, which makes me wonder if dead shepard was in the otherworld? There was nothing establishing that he was in any type of Other place but :/ Oh look edgey is having a smoke cross the barrier while we learn about the creatures that live beyond it. Time to find out these creatures no one young has ever seen are still kicking Specialist leader had to kill his own pa after a burned one got him. They also. Used a shotgun when trying to fight it. Do specialists even have powers or are they just good with weapons? Edgey finds the shepards corpse. Mostly blood 'it's been 16 years since the last sighting' 'Rosalind killed all the burned ones' ahh magical creature genocide hey when is abarat 4 coming out. and is rosalind hot?

School, gossip, Aisha and Musa are snarking at Tera for thinking the guy died of natural causes because we need to have these characters not actually like each other to make it stand out when they do Aisha talks about how she eats a lot and if she didn't swim she'd be massive and we cut to the plus sized tera looking uncomfortable are we really doing this? Tera points out that Musa was ignoring her earlier and it's all just uncomfortable and not great character conflict (but I thought I saw Musa holding an honest to god ipod? it's blue but it could be a phone case. Her hand is in the way) tera and dad interaction is nice, i'm also convinced they couldn't afford more than 3 magic adults

Girl with braids and metal in her hair! There were witches in winx right? Like 3 minor antagonist girls? I assume this is one of them. Because she has alternative fashion and is therefore evil /s Beatrix. Names in this series leave something to be desired (that something is subtly. I get it, they're carry overs from a series for a younger audience, she-ra had the same issue, but i can still poke fun) Swear count: Arsehole 2 Bollocks 1 Shit 1 She's a weird ass kissing with clearly ulterior motives

Bloom is Studying and her notebook is just FAIRY MAGIC POWER = EMOTIONS LOVE FEAR? HARTED? FIRE FAIRY CONTROL? in case you weren't paying attention Oh a flashback already to the magic triggering event? Her mother had pointed out she's an introvert, and past!Bloom doesn't Party. She goes Antiquing and is a Weird Loner (her 'basic bitch' of a mom's words) Swear count: Bitch 1 Bad daughter count: 1 Bad mother count: 1 Magic glowy eyes for Bloom: 1

Bloom Hates Parties and asks Pinky I mean Sky where she can be Away from People and he fears he'll be Mansplaing to her to. vague that it's dangerous outside instead of saying 'hey there's monsters and someone was just killed by possible one of them stay in the barrier' Stella wants to talk to Sky because they have History. I did hear there was a love triangle between these three. I am bored and everyone at this party is a nosey bitch who is watching their tense conversation. Also Something? Happens when Stella gets upset [mystical warbling] Random magic effects in the (very pretty) forest Bloom is trying to practice her magic on her own, and to do that she's gotta look at sad teen pics. And look, her burnt bedroom from her first power usage The fire magic is pretty good. I think fire is like. the opposite of water when it comes to cg where it almost always looks pretty good, while I swear i've seen the actual ocean look like a shitty render Magic out of control, bloom can't control her emotions, Aisha can stop her with water magic which makes some nice steam Bloom is angry at aisha for saving her. So far 3 of the 5 girls are abrasive at best remember when people made characters likeable? Swear count: Shit 1 (but it doubles as the literal meaning because of flooded toilets) Swear count: Bitch 1 Ass 1 Taking away your teen's door is. Really shitty. Not almost burn down your house worthy but damn cheerleader mom I do not understand sleep shirts with buttons. That seems painful if you lie the wrong way? Her mom was seriously burnt by first magic usage that's a backstory Shit count +1 Main character aspect time: dormant fairy blood line? awfully strong magic for that. baby who died day after it was born and now she's here? ...I was going to say changeling thanks aisha A Barbaric practice loving hints at long term world lore Hell is a bad word for kids!! Cutting to headmistress and her secret passage after finding out bloom is secret pureblood? this really is a harry potter thing

edgelord offers giggly some booze, and says pussies twice because he's Edgey and does peer pressure Tera calls him out and knows he's a sad nerd in disguise not a 'badass' and he says she's 'three people in disguise' because fatphobia shit +1 arehole +1 tera. chokes out edgelord with a vine because she's had enough of this shit. good for her edgelord is Riv, and he lived

OBLIGATORY GOOGLE SEARCH FOR THE TERM CHANGELING REMEMBER BELLA'S VAMPIRE GOOGLE GOD I LOVE TEEN FANTASY AND THEIR INSTANCE ON GOOGLING COMMON FANTASY TERMS OH hey the lamp bloom brought with her is the one she was fixing at home that's a nice touch Stella bonds with Bloom about homesickness, and the takes a selfie Musa is a mind fairy. So she. Is a telepath with purple eye magic? Oh there's types of 'connections' Memory, thought (others but i am cut off from the lore) Stella did Something to someone who Talked To Her Man last year and now lent Bloom her teleportation ring to send her some because miss mentor really cares more about her shitty man then helping the girls she's in charge of First World- earth Old Cemetery? Very Sexy. and bloom sweetie don't leave a mystical gateway open, and how will you explain to your parents how you're back so fast Wait she's only 16? SO this really is some european college where that's a funny way of saying High School Fire guilt, bad feelings about life shattering revelations, better connection with mother. I gotta say I have low expectations of this show carrying the family connection through the rest of this. That conversation felt more like a Hey We Made These Movements Onto Other Stuff Now

Lighting choices are interesting, with green, orange and purple for creepy warehouse. THE Creepy Warehouse where she would sleep without her parent's knowledge wow right that GIRL DROPS THE DAMN RING AT THE FIRST SIGN OF burned one looked more alien than werewolf-y here Decent Horror movie looks, and dude stole her ring. Rude. Saved by the headmistress, and tera/aisha/musa are here to great her Stella can't be here though because she has to greet a half naked freshly showered sky because life is suffering and producers insist people like to see teens half naked (who. Who?) shit +1 and she dumped him. pity part of one and using it to try to get your bone on. HEY A SONG I KNOW. IT'S WHATSITCALLED FROM THE BAYONETTA COMMERCIALS WAY BACK WHEN. in for the kill la roux. I do wish netflix would either commit to telling you what song was playing or didn't tell you at all

Riv offers Beatrix a hit from his joint because what Is a Bad Kid hasn't changed in like 70 years Blowing pot smoke into someone's mouth isn't as sexy as ya'll seem to think it is Musa has cute sleep socks with little pom poms, and I love Tera's floral jammies Tera offers a bluetooth speaker so they can listen to music together Musa also calls out Tera's fake happiness this is the good shit character interaction i live for Musa Empath Mind Fairy 'somber indie music'

If you kill a burned one in the human world Something? Extra bad happens? So the headmistress knows Bloom's a changeling, and ohhh that's the last time a burned one was spotted. Is Rosalind the famed Monster Slayer the birth mother of Bloom? Tera text flirts with Giggly who IS NAMED DANE and has a thing for. Sky? Riv? I told you these boys all look the same to me so if it's a half naked pic on fairy insta i'm out of context clues. Crymeariv is the insta name that answers that. Is this the slow burn enemies to lover mlm i can't finish this sentence i don't care riv is a dick Stella and Sky are in a bed and she doesn't seem to have a top on so Implied sexy times? MYSTERIOUS HOODED AND ROBED FIGURE CROSSES THROUGH THE BARRIAR AND SHOOTS THE BURNED ONE WITH LIGHTNING MAGIC OH IT'S beatrix

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anxiouslyfred · 4 years ago

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Star of Wonder

Summary: Virgil’s parents have stifled his questions, and his chances to follow the star to his soulmate with their strict Christian doctrine. That doesn’t stop him from plotting his escape, nor his soulmate from deciding to find him instead.

Warnings: overly strict parents

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“As you will see in your history books, the common belief among Christians is that the stars leading us to our soulmates originated from the birth of Jesus. While many historians disagree with this, due to mentions of soulmates prior to when those stories were first written down, and the lack of archaeological evidence for Jesus's birth being heralded in the way the Bible describes it, many people do follow this belief.” Virgil's teacher had explained in their class. Another student had asked about the story their parents had used to describe soulmates and he was once again questioning everything his evangelical family insisted was true, despite the evidence against them.

So far he'd remained quiet, avoiding the scolding that any questions to his parents understanding of the Bible or Christianity brought, but this had a major question rattling around his mind that he needed to ask. “Mrs Williams showed us the cave paintings showing people following stars for their soulmates today. Do you think the Wise Men were hoping to find their soulmates when they followed it to Jesus? Was that who their gifts were actually for?” He asked that evening when they'd been discussing his classes from the day.

His Dad always had strong views about what he should or shouldn't learn and had often visited the school to demand something was removed or not taught to his son. Virgil could only thank his determined head teacher for refusing to make special accommodations, but it did lead to interrogations over what the classes he took taught him.

Virgil shivered as a frozen solid glared turned to him after the question. “Are you insinuating there could be anything unpure about the immaculate birth? That anyone favoured in the Bible could have such twisted selfish reasons to try and find the Saviour?” His father demanded, voice raising with every word.

The lecture and telling off Virgil received after that lasted a full hour, and ended up with none of their family properly finishing their meal. If he had been reluctant to share his thoughts about religion or soulmates to his family before then, Virgil was never going to bring it up now.

That didn't stop his parents trying to act like the closest family there ever was, but not even strangers on the street could be fooled to believe it. Sickly sweet words of “You never open up to us. We're here and we'll accept the things you share with us” never did pair well when moments later in the exact same tone the words would become “I don't care that you haven't a soulmate, I care that you're refusing to say a thing about it. Just accept it and let us arrange a marriage for you to a nice Christian girl in our Church. I'm sure Gertrude said her daughter hasn't seen a star yet.”

Virgil did everything he could to avoid Gertrude in the Church after that. Her daughter was barely 10 and far too young for the star to have appeared for her; Never mind that he did have a star, hovering by the sunset. He did try to at least talk to the children in the Church, and let them know that asking questions was okay, but usually better to be directed to people who are open to them. It was the least he could do to hopefully give them a better time of it than he had with his parents.

He went through the actions of following their wishes, applying to the local colleges and doing the volunteering they insisted the family had to do, quietly messaging online forums for support and help. Virgil was doing everything he could to get his route out of the town and chance to follow his star as soon as college began. He never accepted the place his parents thought, but sent his acceptance letter off to the college two states to the west and had packed his suitcase already. As soon as he heard when move in day would be for the dormitories Virgil was going to be on a train there. His parents couldn't then try to track him down using the car they'd given him only to claim use of it if ever they were attending separate functions.

There was no certainty about where the star was leading him. Whomever his soulmate was lived too far away so the star remained high high in the sky but Virgil hoped it would lower at least somewhat when he got further away from his home town.

The star moving towards him and getting noticeably lower each day after school finished for the summer was something Virgil realised with dread. His parents had very clear views over who he should end up with, completely opposite to the people that had attracted Virgil before. Whomever his soulmate was though now seemed to be heading in his direction and rapidly.

Virgil kept an eye on it, watching from his bedroom window, bringing cloud gazing into the activities they'd use to occupy the kids in the playscheme, anything else he could think of to watch the stars movement and try to guess when they'd arrive.

The suitcase was completely packed with all the last things he'd been keeping out of it when the star was level with the roofs of the houses. Virgil didn't know who his soulmate was, didn't have a clue what their relationship would be when they arrived, but if they were going to come seek him out, he was taking any chance at escape they offered.

He was watching from his window that night, almost at midnight, just wondering if the star was going to stop moving and rest for the night or if he'd be meeting his Soulmate that night. The car that turned down the road looked worse for wear but not half so much as the person that jumped out of it as soon as they drew level with his house. The car hadn't even stopped when that happened, but he didn't have time to stop and think about that.

Virgil while mentally relieved that his soulmate was at least masculine framed knew that if they revealed themself to be his soulmate, especially after knocking on the door in the middle of the night, well catastrophic would be putting it lightly. He was grabbing his suitcase, hurrying downstairs as quietly as possible and still didn't manage to open the door before the first knock had sounded.

Looking at the person, Virgil covered their mouth instantly, hearing movement upstairs. “Sorry, I knocked something. Just wanted a glass of water to see if it'll help my mind settle. I think I can been a racoon in the trash so I'll chase it off while I'm down here.” He called upstairs, not loud enough to wake his parents, but enough that they'd hear if one had woken up.

A glance down the street showed another door getting knocked on by the driver of the car so Virgil shoved his case out of the door. “I'm Virgil, your soulmate if the star on my head doesn't give that away. Worst type of Christians up there so lets get this in the car and figure out what can happen then. If you'd prefer to just dump me in a motel somewhere close to you it would be better than here.” He hissed out, ignoring that his hand was now getting licked until he had the door pulled shut.

“I'm Remus, pretty one. You seriously running away with me in the middle of the night? Have you heard some of the most brilliant stories that come from people doing that?” His soulmate leant into his space. “You smell good, but I still can't decide what pronouns to use for you. I'm he/him, and so's Ro-bro. You know who he's going to be waking up?”

The wave towards the car at the end of the road had Virgil snort, “The pretentious git leading the choir. I try my best not to know him. I've stuck with he/him pronouns so far, but if that changes I'll let you know.”

“Are we really running, or can me and Ro have a sleep before you want to get away? Either works cause crashes are great fun to get out of and you're more likely to get into them when driving tired.” Remus asked, taking the suitcase and beginning to head back down the road.

“I'm not gonna change your plans. Just tell me what you're intending and I'll see if I can help, like by pointing out there's a fully furnished but currently empty house 2 blocks away. Might be worth it to crash there tonight.” Virgil had checked the area once he saw the star getting close to his town. Breaking into places would cause him a heck of a lot of anxiety over what would happen if they got caught but facing a screaming fit from his parents was worse.

Remus didn't care though, already loading the car and rushing over to Ro. “My soulmate wants us to break into a place a bit away so I'm stealing the car. Either get your soulmate to let you stay over or come find us. I'll park as close in front of the place as Vi-vi lets me.”

Now they were a bit closer Virgil could see Remus was identical to Ro. It felt sort of like he was high on sleep deprivation and meeting his soulmate, all his anxiety muffled through a fog of knowing change had arrived and he wouldn't have to pander to his parents religion anymore.

This was just the start of an adventure but he could keep the star close by now.

#dukexiety #soulmate au #remus sanders #virgil sanders

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