#But shockingly I like math the best

[luvvyouforever]

headcanons : med student!abby anderson x liberal arts student!reader ᥫ᭡

content: wlw relationship. modern college au. ramblings of fluff, maybe a touch of angst but nothing heavy. enjoy <3

a/n: my authority for writing this you ask? i'm an english major who gets asked regularly what i am going to do with my degree! also this is my first time writing about abby i just had to get this idea out of my head and on to the screen.

-abby decided at a young age to follow in her father's footsteps and become a doctor as well. she committed herself to studying science and math as a kid and occasionally disregarded her other studies like music, art, and english. she did enough to keep a 4.0 GPA but her heart was in science tournaments, young medical professional groups, and ap bio.

-she got into one of the best schools in the states for medicine and was a stellar student in organic chemistry, anatomy, and neurology. she knew she was going to do great on her MCAT, but unfortunately, she wasn't doing so great in some of her gen ed classes and it was impacting her gpa.

-that was how she found herself in a tutoring center in one of the older buildings on campus that was shockingly different from the science buildings she spent all of her time in. she had an appointment with you, but was so nervous to go and admit that she was having trouble in something as simple as art history or literature or communication.

-when she sat down to have her appointment with you, you immediately calmed her nerves and assured her that there was nothing wrong with needing some help in classes she wasn't comfortable in. you helped her ace her quiz and then she just kept coming in to see you. over and over. until she eventually passed the class with an A and no longer needed your assistance.

-and then, as luck would have it, abby got her own job as a tutor for science courses and who happened to walk in but you! the tutor who helped her pass her own difficult course.

-it was history from there.

-despite abby's commitment to her education, she was always able to carve time out of her schedule to be with you. she loves studying with you and filling up a room in the library with your stuff to prepare for exams together. she takes a whiteboard and writes all of her notes on it while you're rereading historical texts or revising your final paper about a painting abby doesn't really quite understand.

-she never makes you feel less than for not studying something "more difficult" as people have before. she loves hearing about your passions for history or writing stories or creating art. she'll come with you to art galleries and try to input her own thoughts from time to time about what she thinks certain pieces mean.

-she understands that graduate school applications are just as important to you as medical school applications are for her. you'll do practice interviews with each other and try on outfits for each other.

-abby will not stand for someone making fun of you for your choice of studies. you two once went to a family gathering on abby's side and when some of her family members began interrogating you on how you're going to get a job and even imply that you'll be living off of abby for your whole life, she gets all up in their face and comforts you later! you will not be sending birthday wishes to those family members anymore and she can guarantee that.

-if you guys get accepted in to schools that are long-distance from each other, you'll absolutely make it work. abby is so methodical that she'll never forget to text you and plans out times that either of you can visit.

-if you ever dedicate a piece that you've created in school to her, she'll positively swoon. like if you wrote a poem about her, she would print it out and pin it up on the fridge. if you painted her, she would hang it up on the wall. and she's the best model for those things too

-i imagine that dinners with your colleagues or friends are very random. abby has but a few friends in her residency and they're each as professional as her. you, however, come with a group of lively people who are discussing philosophical ideas or debating about a piece of art history and how its influenced modern culture. it would be an interesting combination to say the least.

-abby would just be so interested in anything you have to do and would never be critical of your choices. she sees the passion you have for things that lie far outside her field and appreciates it. your future apartment that you build years after meeting when you are each established in your dream careers is a mesh of medical textbooks and flashcards and models but also messy journals and thrifted antiques and poems written on sticky notes for her to find.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I know they’re NPCs we never see in canon, but do you have any headcanons for both sets of Harry Potter’s grandparents?

Well, there's things that make it into fics, though I'm not sure they really count in the fact that if people wanted to argue with me I'd just shrug and a lot of them are because it's useful for one story or another.

That said, we do know/can infer quite a bit about both sets even though we never see them. This is a lot like the Alphard Black case in that @therealvinelle and I subscribe to what we can infer/what makes for the best character for our purposes.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter

We know a few things about James's parents without even venturing into the nebulous and hilarious realm of Pottermore. First, they died before Harry reaches the age of eleven and finds out about the wizarding world. Second, they took in Sirius when he ran away at sixteen, he canonically went to live with James and Sirius cited no friction with the Potters. Third, James is their only son. Second, James married Lily Evans, a Muggle-born. Fourth, there's no pictures of Harry with his paternal grandparents at any point.

Now, if we scrape from Pottermore, we get more details that shockingly don't contradict what we see of Harry's background that he's vaguely aware of in canon.

The Potters are noted to historically being the odd ducks and essentially the Weasleys. They were dirt poor, backwater, and ideas about Muggle-borns and Muggles that no one agreed with (that were per the examples JKR gave er not as enlightened as she intended). However, Fleamont struck rich when, as an able potioneer, he produced a hair product that sold like fucking crazy. Everyone bought this stuff. And so, the Potter wealth was born, and Harry inherits gobs of galleons and is stupid rich.

Fleamont and Euphemia are also noted as having a child very late. This is because JKR is hilariously bad at math and keeps making 13-year-old fathers unintentionally (in my personal opinion she should own it) but in this case she makes Fleamont born before 1909 and James in 1960, so he's at least 51, at least. It's noted that they had given up on expecting to have a child.

They're noted as having died of dragon pox late enough to see James and Lily married but died before Harry was born so around 1980 at >= 68.

We also have a brother of Fleamont, Charlus, who is younger and marries Dorea Black. They have at least one child who will carry the Potter name, who would be around James's age, who we then never hear of. They do not ever reach out to Harry throughout the series nor does Harry ever learn of them.

So, where does that get us?

We're looking at a newly wealthy couple who have been iced out of most Pureblood friendships for a long time, who despite having pro-Muggle views don't really know anything about Muggles and were Pureblood until Lily Evans entered the picture, who have a single son who they cherish deeply and will let get away with nearly anything.

These are the kinds of people who believe that they should have helped the Muggle chaps out in WWI (never mind that it was a war about nothing, and it'd be needlessly escalating it into a wizard conflict about nothing), who talk about promoting the Muggle-borns, gladly have Lily Evans over for dinner, but quietly aren't thrilled that James married her and are very thinly smiling during the wedding. They're the kind who don't mind alienating the Blacks when they enable Sirius running away (or, again, aren't thrilled about it but it's James's best friend) and it explains a lot of James's behavior that he's the beloved charismatic only child who does no wrong and expects things to work out for him.

Lily Evans's Parents

These we have a bit less on.

We do know that no mention of him was made on where to send Harry nor do we ever see them canonically when we do see Aunt Marge. They are given no mention.

We do know the sisters had a strained relationship due to Lily's magic but we got no indication that there was any issue with the parents even with Lily basically receiving no education and disappearing for most of the year.

@therealvinelle and I tend to lean towards that her parents died at the very least before Harry was born if not when she was in school. Given they both suddenly disappear and are unlikely to have died of plague like James's parents, we typically have had them die in a car accident as that's something that would take them both out at once and potentially fuels the Dursley's "your parents die in a car accident".

In our fics this has fueled Petunia's hatred of her sister, beyond resentment, as Lily was unable to save her father who sustained brain damage in the accident and had to be pulled off life support.

We imagine an early expectation was placed on Lily by her parents that she catch up with her Muggle schooling in the summer, when they realize she's learning nothing, but this slowly fades as the years go by and Lily ends up feeling very alienated from her parents and her family in general.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie is sixteen and his magic is incredibly volatile. He's powerful and he has trouble not accidentally casting when his emotions are high (which is always) or casting on a whim, not being careful enough of his words, and suffering the unintended consequences. Wayne ends up hiding the grimoires and family journals until Eddie learns a little more control, and is the first to realize that Eddie casts better while he's playing music. They develop a system, by no means perfect, where Eddie composes a song based on how the spell feels.

Sixteen is also the year Eddie falls in love. He's always known he liked boys, but never thought about relationships. He lives in Hawkins and is a witch, for god's sake. He sneaks off to Indy, goes to bars, but can't imagine having something like a boyfriend.

Jackson is new in town, already 17 but in Eddie's grade. It starts as friendship, but before long Jackson kisses him. Eddie thinks it's like a fairytale. It ends when Jackson's military dad is transferred to a base overseas. It's mundane. It rips Eddie's heart to shreds.

After, Eddie does a spell. He knows he shouldn't; he's too upset and his magic is unpredictable at the best of times. He doesn't care. He grabs his guitar, starts playing. The song is melodic, layered, sad. He starts babbling, casting a spell to never fall in love by creating the most beautiful, unrealistic boy in the world. He won't remember some of what he says--and that's a problem-- but knows he talks about a boy with a map of the night sky on his body, the loneliest king, the prettiest man in Hawkins, jock with a heart of gold, lover of nerds and small children, throws himself into danger with little thought for the consequences, shockingly kind, fantastically mean. He knows this person can't be real, too many contradictions, too many impossibilities.

Enter Steve Harrington.

Eddie knows Steve. Everyone does. And sure, the guy is hot as hell, but the worst kind of douchebag jock, so Eddie never really considers him worth thinking of. And that would probably continue, but his new Hellfire recruits think the sun shines out of Harrington's ass, and apparently Robin Buckley is his best friend. It doesn't add up and Eddie's usually great at math.

Time passes and he starts to get it. He watches Dustin and Harrington do the dorkiest, nerdiest handshake and the joy that contorts Steve's face. It's so fucking beautiful, Eddie has to look away. He comes upon Harrington and Erica Sinclair bickering, both smart-assing, listens to the way Erica giggles about it once she thinks no one can hear. Or when he watches Steve drop Max Mayfield at home--Max who Eddie has never once seen smile, who he's always been just a little bit afraid of--and she's laughing and teasing him, beaming.

It's inevitable when they become friends. Steve is a wonder. Constantly a surprise. So pretty it's like looking directly at the sun. When Steve tells Eddie that he's bisexual, it drops off his tongue with no hint of unease, no consideration for how he's upending Eddie's world view.

One night they're getting high, just the two of them, and he's asking if Steve wants to shotgun and Steve smirks and leans in, and then they're kissing. Doing way more than kissing.

They keep hooking up, but it's nothing. It's Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who wants the all-American white picket fence, wife, 2.5 kids, and a dog. Not a dnd playing-metalhead-nerd-witch dude. And if Eddie feels himself growing inexplicably more and more fond, well, he's made damn sure love isn't in the cards for him anymore.

They're laying in Eddie's bed one night, Eddie tracing gentle fingers between the moles and freckles on Steve's back.

"That tickles," Steve murmurs. "What are you doing?"

"Mapping the constellations," he whispers.

Steve's laugh vibrates Eddie's ribcage, as does the rumble of his voice saying, "my mom used to do that when I was a kid. Said she was looking for the big dipper."

He presses his lips against the top of Steve's spine to stop from saying something unkind about his parents, who never loved their absolute gift of a son enough, leaving him lonely and forgotten in that big, cold house. He freezes as soon as he has the thought, remembers that spell. It's nothing, of course. The spell was to repel love, not get Steve Harrington into his bed.

They keep sleeping together, spend almost all their time together. Eddie's enamored but it doesn't matter. Steve isn't his, not really, and never will be. Eddie made sure of it.

But one day Steve comes over and sees this old Casio keyboard Gareth brought over.

Steve flips it on, starts hitting notes; at first dicking around, but then sliding into Clare de Lune.

"You play the piano?" Eddie asks. He knows he has a dopey smile on his face, his heart doing something terrible in his chest even though he's not in love.

"Took lessons until I was ten," Steve smiles up at him, blushing when their eyes meet.

Eddie has to walk away or he's going to do something like drop to one knee and propose. Steve keeps playing, transitioning from Debussy to something infinitely sweeter, so sad it makes Eddie's heart ache.

He stands in the doorway to his bedroom for at least thirty seconds, before storming back into the living room. "What are you playing?" he demands.

It startles Steve, whose fingers still as he looks at Eddie with giant eyes. "Uh, I don't know. It gets stuck in my head sometimes. I thought it was Ozzy or Dio or whatever. It only happens when we're together. You don't recognize it?"

Eddie recognizes it. Eddie recognizes it and Steve shouldn't know it. Eddie didn't write it down , just like he didn't write down the words of the spell.

"Get out," he says. Mean because he's trying not to fall apart.

"What? Eds, what're y--"

"No, you need to leave, Harrington. Right fucking now."

"Eddie, tell me what I did. Let me fix it, please."

"Not on you. But you have to go," Eddie is shaking and Steve's eyes fill with tears.

He doesn't fight, though. His mouth pinches and he shoves his way outside.

Eddie panics and cries, tries to remember as much of that fucking spell as he can before Wayne comes home.

The first words out of Wayne's mouth when he sees Eddie curled up on the couch are, "What'd you do this time, kid?"

He spills it all, every last detail, and Wayne listens in silence, eyebrows peaked.

"It's that Harrington boy?" He asks when the tale is told.

"How'd you know?" Eddie asks.

"Are you kidding me? I see the way you look at each other. You love him?"

Eddie nods, burying his face in his knees. "He doesn't want this, though. He only likes me because I fucking spelled him to."

Wayne rests a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Kid, I thought I taught you magic better than that. Better go make things right while you can. Then we're going to have a long talk."

Eddie wants to ask what the point is in making it right. It's already too late, after what he's done. Still, he makes the drive to Loch Nora.

Steve opens the door in sweatpants and a stretched out t-shirt, his hair undone. He's sad, Eddie realizes.

"You here to tell me what I did yesterday?"

"Like I said, it wasn't you. Can I come in?"

Steve nods, steps aside.

"Well?" Steve prompts.

Eddie explains exactly what he did four years ago, what it lead them to. When he finishes, he braces for Steve's anger, for yelling. Instead, Steve throws his head back and laughs.

"You're not mad?" Eddie asks. "Or you're so mad that all you can do is laugh?"

"Not mad," Steve confirms.

"Why not? How can you trust me now? Trust this?" He gestures between them.

"I don't know, dude. It's not like you...designed me, or something. I didn't wake up one day when I was fifteen with a bunch of new moles. I told you about my mom. Plus, that would be medically concerning. And I definitely already had crushes on other boys. So, you didn't make me bi."

"What about being kind? What about the kids and being protective?"

Steve just shrugs. "I think a lot of that was due to Nancy, but I guess I can't stay it wasn't the spell."

"You're too calm about this. I took away your free will!"

"Did you?" Steve raises an eyebrow, way too unbothered. "Maybe the spell brought us together. Took a damn long time to do it, but I don't feel like I have no choice in this." He turns more towards Eddie, taking his hands. "I like what we have. But if you don't feel that way, we can end it."

It's Eddie's turn to laugh. "Not feel that way? Harrington, I don't know if you've heard, but you're the man of my dreams. I am, unfortunately, wildly in love with you. I just--this isn't what you want, right? Not forever. You want a wife. Kids. All that shit."

"Who says? We could have a family, Eds, if we want. Hell, we already do! We're raising six kids. And, yeah, maybe I will decide I want a wife and all that one day. I'm 90% sure nothing magical is stopping me. The only thing that is, the thing that matters, is that I want you. Not because of a spell." Steve smiles, face turning a delicious pink. "But because I love you too."

He squeezes his eyes shut to force back the tears that want to fall, kisses Steve instead. Their mouths slide together in perfect sync, and Eddie wants to get lost in it forever; in Steve's lips on his, the snag of his teeth, the way he clutches at Eddie's curls.

When they pull apart, Steve starts laughing again. "I can't believe I'm your perfect man."

"Oh my god," Eddie's face flares with heat. "You have to forget this ever happened. Your ego's too big as it is."

"Nah, this? This I'm remembering forever."

They kiss for a long time before Steve says, "I think I understand why that song was so sad now. You should write us a new one."

Eddie pulls Steve close, thinking that he'll write Steve whatever he wants for the rest of their lifetime.

[bad268]

18

Breaking News (Part 4)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: Language, toxic parents, getting kicked out, Jos Verstappen, song referenced at the end belongs to One Direction

Pronouns: They/them (Third POV)

W.C. 1359

Chapter Summary: A snapshot through three big moments between Y/n and Max's friendship.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

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June 2003

The Monaco Grand Prix. The best of the best. The pinnacle of motorsport, everyone calls it. Except for one person, in particular, who didn't understand the hype. Y/n L/n, the child of two of the McLaren engineers. The five-year-old did not know what the point of driving in circles was nor did they want to find out. They were never interested in the cars their parents worked on. The McLaren cars were black and silver, not really appealing to a child’s eyes, unlike the bright, shiny Ferraris in the garage next to them.

The family had moved from the Netherlands to England, and this season, they traveled with the team as the parents were moved from factory and design to pitstop crew. Thus, they had to bring the child to every race.

They had just gotten to the track and were walking through the garages. The parents stopped to talk to a fellow group of engineers, catching up, but the child’s eyes caught the red car. Their eyes widened in awe at the size of the car, and they wanted to look closer at it. They raised their hand to tug on their parent’s hand, but the engineer just shrugged them off before going back to their conversation, completely disregarding the child. They huffed in disappointment at the denial of attention and walked over to the car anyway. 

The child walked straight up to the car, reaching out to touch it, but stopping short as they noticed their reflection in the shiny paint. They did not want to mess up the shine, so they dropped their hand into the pocket of the hoodie their parents made them wear. They walked around the car in fascination with everything. The color, the size, the tyres, everything. It’s different from the cars their parents work with, the child thinks; this one looks cooler.

“Wie ben je (Who are you)?” Another child asks the random child in his garage. He did not expect to see another child when he walked out of his father’s driver's room, so he was confused, to say the least.

“Mijn naam is (My name is) Y/n,” they responded as they walked up to the other child who was around their age. “De auto is mooi (The car is pretty).”

“Het is de auto van mijn oom (It’s my uncle’s car),” The child laughed. “Mijin naam is (My name is) Max. Ben Je Nederlands (Are you Dutch)?”

“Nee, maar ik woonde in Nederland (No, but I lived in the Netherlands).” 

~~

January 2014

It started as a minor disagreement between the McLaren engineers and their 15-year-old. The teen was struggling in school. Of all of the subjects they could fail, it was maths, and they were upset that the child was disrespecting their family name. The engineers did not go through all those years of college to have a child ruin their reputation like this.

“What do you mean you don’t understand quadratics and their formulas? What are you? Stupid?” One of them shouted at the teen.

“I’m trying my best, but the teacher doesn’t teach and the examples don’t make sense,” They explained weakly, already predicting how the parents will respond.

“I don’t give a shit!” The other parent yelled, slamming their hands on the table causing the teen to flinch and blink away tears that stung their eyes. “It is your responsibility to know the material. Why didn’t you ask for help before going and failing the fucking final?”

“I did ask for help,” They whispered, “You both said you were busy.”

“Get out,” One of the parents said, shockingly calm as they pointed to the front door. “Get out of our house. No child of ours would ever disrespect our name like this.”

“What?” The teen quickly rose their head, shooting between both of the adults, “But it’s January, and there's a storm! I’ll freeze to death out there!”

“Don’t care,” They responded coldly, turning their back on their child. “Leave before we call the police.”

That’s how Y/n found themself knocking on Max’s window at three in the morning with nothing but a small backpack of clothes on their back. It took a few minutes to wake him up, but once Max saw them on the ledge, he immediately sprung into action, pulling them into his room. Immediately, he noticed the redness of their face and neck. 

He took them over to his closet to give them a hoodie of his, helping them put it on as he saw that they couldn’t grasp the fabric. Their hands were bright red from the cold and Y/n could not close their fists enough to put the jacket on. Even if they could have, they were shaking too much, retreating into themself too much to put their arms above their head.

Max took it upon himself to wrap them up in his hoodie, not pulling their arms through just yet. He also grabbed the blanket he had been wrapped in before letting them in and wrapped it around their shoulders as well. Thinking that was enough, he pulled Y/n into his chest and continuously rubbed up and down their arm, attempting to generate as much heat into them as possible.

No words needed to be said for them to understand the situation. Max knew just as much about Y/n’s parents and Y/n knew of his. Something probably triggered them, and they kicked their child out again, he thought. He just wished they didn’t have to go through this every couple of months. They didn’t deserve it.

~~

May 2016

The Spanish Grand Prix was going to be chaotic, everyone knew this before it even started. Max had been switched with Daniil Kvyat from Toro Rosso to Red Bull, and it was very controversial. Despite the pressure he was facing, he took it in stride and scored not only his first podium but his first win as well. As if he could make a greater impression, he also because the youngest grand prix winner, taking the title from Sebastian Vettel.

“Maxie!” Y/n shouted, running into the garage to congratulate the youngest Formula 1 driver. “That was master class! Bravo!”

“Y/n, don’t you have someone else to bother?” Jos snapped when the teen walked up to Max after the podium. “We need to debrief.”

“I won’t listen,” They laughed, moving past Jos to take a seat behind Max as a form of support and dissuasion for Jos to insult Max’s performance. Just before taking their seat, they stopped to give Max a tight hug, whispering, “Je deed het geweldig (You did great), Maxie.”

Max nods silently as a thank you before turning his full attention to his fuming father as Y/n sits on the couch, turning their attention to their phone. However, the oldest of the group still refused to discuss while the distraction, as he viewed Y/n, was in the vicinity.

“Y/n, this is his job. Leave,” Jos pressed, snapping toward them and pointing toward the door.

“If you’re going to berate him like you do every race, you can do so with me here. Just know that I will be here to comfort and celebrate your son afterward because, newsflash, he’s better than you!” They chuckled, moving to stand in front of Jos. “Max won a race. You didn’t. Don’t come to me trying to criticize his performance when you couldn’t even dream of the things he’s accomplishing. He’s already more than you could ever be, and he’s only 18! You can admit that you’re jealous of your own son; we already know.”

Max and Jos were both speechless, something that didn’t happen often. Y/n smirked to themself as they decided to nail in the coffin. 

“Max Verstappen is a name now. Not Jos Verstappen’s son. He is Max Emilian Verstappen,” They said with a spiteful smile before adding, “You’re just upset that you will never be anything more than Michael Schumacher’s teammate.”

It was at that moment that Max knew he was in love with them, and he was going to marry them.

~~

April 2024

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[speakofthedebbie]

whats this? hazbin hotel incorrect quotes from my phone that i specifically added to docs and didnt post? oh the misery indeed

summer school conversations saga (yes @starryeyeddreamer21 i was inspired by your collection of group therapy quotes) [that was very lucifer coded of my math teacher]

lucifer: you all have great taste, but you forgot the best food of all: pancakes

---(they wouldnt really say this but i just need you to see this quote. yes i did specifically choose them cuz they were the closest to that date)

angel: what are your thoughts on the holocaust? alastor: awesome genocide, 10/10

---(them everyday frfr)

lucifer: you must think im stupid alastor: you are

---(vaggie is a man hater frfr) [last ssc quote]

vaggie: testicles are so annoying angel: mine too

---(bros tryna become drake pt 2)

valentino: so when parents touch their kids its "cute" and "comforting" but when i do it its "perverse" and "a crime"? smh, double standards vox: val what the fuck velvette: are you trying to get cancelled

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angel: you guys fight like more than a married couple. you fight like a married couple that shoulda divorced like a decade ago but are still together for the kids *gestures to charlie* lucifer: that is a... alastor: shockingly accurate assesment

---(i altered the next one cuz that last sentence wasnt really working) [im almost certain i borrowed the why alastor doesnt sleep hc from someone dont remember who tho]

lucifer: why wont you sleep with me :( alastor: its needless downtime that entails a revolting amount of vulnerability! it was harder to avoid in life but now i doubt sleep deprivation will be the metaphorical nail in the coffin that finally puts my soul to rest lucifer: well i want cuddles. so. your opinion is invalid

oki thats all of em (not really but the rest arent really post worthy)

[ohanny]

I've been waiting for this show since last year because they kept marketing it as poly and I won't let them cop out because if they do I will set something on fire so here's my personal step by step plan on how we get these three together:

1. Seiji, who has been shown to be really decisive about his moves, pursues Ken who is way more cautious and turns him down because Ken really fucking wants to but NEEDS this job and he's scared and Seiji is bummed but he gets it and gah all the sexual tension on stage.

2. Enter Pan and basically where we are when the show starts and Ken realizes he might have fucked up and underestimated exactly how many feelings he has.

3. Ken confronting Seiji about his thing with Pan with a "It is forbidden, the laminated rule board says so" and Seiji is all "Oh for fucks sake grow up, Ken" and when Ken looks at him like a hurt puppy "But -" Seiji is like "But what? Was I supposed to wait for you forever?" before walking off.

4. Ken corners Pan in some broom closet or whatever. Pan's like "Uh?" and Ken's like "Seiji. He's not some fun thing you can experiment with, okay? So if this is like some gay awakening or whatever -" and Pan's like "It's not! I really like him, okay!" and he's all defensive and genuine and then a bit baffled because Ken looks... sad? And then Ken looks at him with his big wet brown eyes all "Good. You have no idea how lucky you are" and walks off and Pan is like "... huh?"

5. Pan goes to Seiji like "I know this is none of my business but it was kinda made my business so uh... is Ken your ex or something?" and Seiji is suspicious all "What the fuck did he say to you?" and Pan is like "He just wanted to make sure I was being serious and I am!" (Seiji smirks and Pan blushes) "But then he got a bit weird and just... told me how lucky I am to have you?" And then Pan watches Seiji get that same kinda sad look in his face before shaking his head and wrapping his arm around Pan with "Nah, we never had anything. He's just being Ken."

shockingly step 6 might involve Pan having ALL the brain cells because 6. Pan as a professional university dude shipper internet kid being able to do the math about this weird pining + sexual tension going between Ken and Seiji. And then he has to have a moment of introspection because a) he hates all the girls hanging all over Seiji but b) he does not hate watching Seiji and Ken be all over each other on stage. So maybe to test this out, he invites Ken to crash his planned date with Seiji and he's all "Oh, he's your best friend! We should all hang out together!"

7. Them getting drunk in some bar and Seiji getting handsier by the minute and Ken is like "Yeah, I'm just gonna head home ._." and Pan is like "Booooo, don't you like me?" and Ken's like "I like you kiddo but I really don't need to see this" and Pan pouts because he's a baby and then he suddenly grins and jumps up all "You can't leave before a good night kiss!" Before Ken can do much, Pan plants a big one right on his lips and then shoves Ken at Seiji like "Seiji too!" And Seiji is smirking a bit because when does he not and also Pan is adorable but then Ken is at his face with those big brown eyes and suddenly it's not all that funny anymore? And then Ken is kissing him, soft and careful and oh and Pan's like "Oh yeah. I am definitely into this. Noice."

8. Nothing more happens because well, Pan is drunk as fuck and Ken is a gentleman and all but next morning when Pan wakes up in bed with Seiji, Seiji's like "So how much of last night do you remember?" and Pan's like "Kissing Ken... oooh I remember" and when Seiji's like ... Pan is like "Oh come on. Don't tell me you don't want to?" and when Seiji's like "It's not that simple" Pan is like "It actually is if you're not dumb about it" and Seiji's like "I think Ken was wrong. I'm lucky to have you" and Pan's like "BOTH of you are, I am amazing!"

9. Pan showing up at Ken's door all "Hi! I am here to take you out!" and Ken's like ".... I am so confused right now? Where's Seiji?" and Pan's like "Working on his abs with Great which means I am bored and since I would rather die than go on a stairmaster, I decided we will get to know each other better!" and Ken just.... goes with it because he seems like a pretty chill dude although he is kinda moving with the energy of someone expecting a bomb to drop and then at the end of the evening Pan's like "Let me take you home" and Ken's like "That's Seiji's place?" and Pan's like "Yeah, I don't really put out until the third date but Seiji totally does and I wanna test my hypothesis on exactly how much I like to watch you two... unless you don't want to! In which case we can just... watch a movie or something!" and Ken's like oh fuck it and kisses Pan who fist bumps in glee and god it's so dumb but also adorable.

10. They live happily ever after and all love each other and shower together and save TWICE as much water like the environmentally friendly gays they are, the end.

[rinwritiesbutitssecret]

new story part one!!!!

Today was a good day, until it wasn’t.

I suppose it started when I woke up at 7. 7 pm.

Late for most, not for me. 

I should be attending school, but I really can’t be bothered. 

My day was pretty normal, until I drove my motorcycle off a mountain. 

Now I’m not saying I was trying, but I definitely wasn’t stopping myself. I just wanted to test it, y’know?

I guess I should give some background information. 

106 years ago, I died. Kinda.

I fell off the roof of my house and hit my head.

I technically died for a bit, then I was in a coma for 3 days. 

But apart from my body, my being took a different path. I was given the choice to come back, and I said yes.

Comatosis was honestly nice and relaxing. But the time after I woke up was anything but. 

People treated me very differently than how I was treated previously. They treated me like fine china, a glass structure that’ll break with any touch. 

Except, I literally can’t break.

Present: So yeah, I’m immortal. And every time I hit 100, I reset. Of course, it’s only happened once, so who’s to tell me when?

Honestly, it’s a bit inconvenient considering that so far I’ve been born in the wrong body twice. I am a boy. I promise. Just I don’t exactly match that body-wise. 

I thought it’d be fixed by the time I reset, but sadly, it hasn’t. 

So yeah, I’m Aster, I’m 114, and I’m immortal. 

I guess that's enough for me. 

I like to test my powers sometimes with big stunts like driving motorcycles off mountains. But in the back of my mind, there’s always a small worry—a small worry that I won’t wake up. 

The motorcycle was a bit much, but it’s a trashy one I made myself and was probably going to explode next week anyway. 

My best friend, Rae, is not very similar to me. They prefer school and staying indoors, but that’s how we balance out.

She helps me navigate the logistics part of being immortal, ID's, and such. The afterlife committee issued me a special ID, meaning I act like a 14-year-old, and the government considers me a 14-year-old. 

The afterlife committee is a lot. It consists of a lot of people, all deciding who stays and goes. Why me? I really don’t know. But I like to think it’s because I have a purpose. 

“Rae-rae….”

“Yes, Ast?”

“Can I have your math homework?”

“Aster! You have to do it yourself!”

“What fun is there in that?”

We’re lying on their bed, holding hands. We kind of just do it. I don’t know why. 

A lot of people ask if we’re dating, but I just... I don’t feel any of that sort of stuff. Rae, on the other hand, likes a lot of people. 

Again, balance. 

Monday:

Today, I’m actually attending school.

I put on my favourite black cargos, chains, and trinkets dangling off of my belt loops and pockets. I chose a white tank top I drew on in a Sharpie. And finally a nice green hoodie because it is December. 

Today is something special, hence why I’m attending. Big Man Rae-rae is having a presentation. 

I also have a presentation, technically, but with no slides and no script, I plan to do a more unique presentation style, improv.

Y’know, school isn’t that worth it to me. Math is cool and all, but the real stuff is engineering. And like, yeah, should I know math for that? Probably, but I can already code and stuff, so it’s fine.

Rae, perfectly together as always, does a great job and gets an A reporting on some smart people's book.

I, on the other hand, make up a 30 second speech on the one book I’ve read in my life, and then sit down dramatically. 

Shockingly, I fail, miserably. Lucky for me, there is no guardian to call in and instead I sit in the principal's office for like 5 minutes and promise to be better. 

“Rae-rae!”

“Yes?” The person that turns around is very much not Rae. Instead, it’s a kid I’ve never seen.

“Y- you’re not Rae…”

“Yeah. I’m Aspen.”

This Aspen kid, xyr special. I don’t know why really. Just a feeling.

Rae, in an ever spiralling romantic situation with this girl Emma, is happy to know I also have a new friend. I wonder if it’s because she wants to dump our friendship. 

She’s hoping Aspen and I will start dating. 

Aspen and I fit together like a puzzle. 

That’s how I think about it. 

Rae is my best friend, always will be, but Aspen is like best friend plus more. 

I wouldn’t say we’re dating, but definitely something close to it. 

I don’t often understand what I’m feeling. I’m weird like that. But recently, well, ever since Aspen, I haven’t really been able to describe what I feel for Xem. 

My other issue is that Aspen doesn’t exactly know I’m immortal. And if we are to extend our relationship, I feel like that could be important.

And it’s not that I don’t want to tell Xem, but I don’t know how I’m meant to bring that up. With Rae, it kinda just. Came out?

Oh, and issue number three, which, considering its importance, I probably should’ve remembered, but whatever. I’ve been summoned to the afterlife committee, meaning I’ve either royally messed up or they decided to revoke my immortality. Both aren’t great options.

[neko-naruto]

can't deal with that feeling (without my body reelin')

Summary: Casey and Rafaela meet, things escalate very fast

Warnings: swearing, mentions of hockey related injuries, April can be read as straight or aroace

Authors Note: they are so fucking yuri. i need to be put down. hope ya'll enjoy

Casey Jones is nothing but trouble.

April O'neil doesn't do much in ways to tame the vigilante either, taking deep enjoyment in the chaos that the ravenette sows.

"Oi! Toss me down a puck!" Her voice held a shockingly low timbre too it, April tossed a puck down to her best friend. The ravenette caught it on the blade of her stick and tossed it back and forth before slapping it across the ice, "Woohoo! Score!"

"Hey hockey girl! When do you plan on finishing up so we can do that tutoring of yours?" April shouted down to Casey who was meandering across artificial ice comfortably.

She shrugged, "Dunno, how much work do we have left?" She gives this caved in grin, having lost a tooth or two to a terribly misplaced puck in her teeth when she decided she didn't need protective gear. Still she makes her way to the bleachers, shooting stray pucks to the back net as she goes.

"How much math did you skip?" April countered with.

Casey gives this wounded sound, "I really hope you're a good tutor, you better be worth the twenty bucks I paid."

"So we have a lot of work then?" April asked smugly as the hockey player dropped down beside her and unstrapped her skates, quick to replace them with battle boots.

Casey slid her skates into the base of her sports bag, baseball bats, hockey sticks, a golf club, she was set for everything but academics. She leaned back, "Any ideas on where we could study, babe?" It's mostly in jest, and April laughs so Casey'll have to to play it off as a joke.

"You know I don't like chicks," April answered with, "But I know a few places, Jones."

She hoists the bag onto her shoulder and barely aches despite the weight of it all. Again, with the caved in grin, "Worth a shot trying," She takes the lead, "Show me the way."

-/-/-/-

It happens faster than she can pull out her hockey stick to fight.

Slammed against the ground by a figure dressed in all black while some green assholes fought them off with April. All she could do was try to stand up and rush over with a baseball bat in hand, ready to bash open a head.

"Casey! Just stay put!" It's April, Casey ignores her.

Slashing the wide end of the bat against a rib cage she hears a shatter unbecoming of anything organic. Then there are sparks and she rears back, an elbow finds itself firmly planted in her humerus before something spiked is jamming into a throat and popping off a head. Then they turn around and she's face to face with something beautiful but not human in the slightest.

"If you're gonna get in my way then make yourself useful!" The words are spat sharply with a certain resonance of femininity despite the muscle, it makes Casey feel like vomiting with how many butterflies are present in her stomach. She nods dumbly, grip on her bat tightening before she launches herself at a different enemy.

The same mutant follows her, hacking and slashing with pronged weapons while she lays out heavy hits. There's grace to each motion the mutant lays out, every kick and every punch and every stab. Casey is pretty sure she's infatuated with it, infatuated with something about it.

By they time they're in a pile of shattered gears and further mushed brains Casey's heart is pounding in her skull. Her back is pressed against a shell, hands grasping the baseball tightly. Something is tickling the back of her neck and it isn't her own hair, something rough and torn and fabric.

"What's your name?" Casey asked, breathless, tired, worn.

"Rafaela," She answered with, voice just as rough as Casey's.

"Cool," The ravenette answered with, "You're one of April's freak friends aren't you?"

There's a nod, the fabric against Casey's neck shifts and that's the only way she can it's a nod, "That's me, and my sisters."

"Sisters?" Casey asked.

Rafaela laughed, "Don't get your hopes up, Miley's straight as an arrow, Leona is the chastity queen and Donatella has her sights set on April."

"And you?" Casey asked, pushing her luck until it shoved away Rafaela if she was unlucky.

"Single, girl kisser," Rafaela answered with bluntly, "You?"

"In a similar predicament to your own, Raf," She gave a hum as she spoke.

"I take it you play ball?"

"Prefer hockey,"

"You could teach me, we'll call it a date,"

"You're awfully fast to trust a human,"

"April was with you, she's safe enough to trust, and if you aren't," she gives just enough pause for a couple rapid heartbeats to pass, "Your head will look lovely on my wall."

Casey can't help but shiver at the threat, "That's hot."

Rafaela laughs, "Come with me to the lair girl, we'll work out a skate date later."

-/-/-/-

Her knees shake as Casey glides her across the ice, hand in hand. It's laughable really, a warrior like Rafaela reduced to nothing with a pair of skates designed by her big sister and a sheet of ice below her. Casey doesn't laugh though, she just holds on extra tight so her date doesn't fall.

"And you like this?" Rafaela asked.

Casey shrugged, "It's a lot more fun with a hot girl other than me on the ice, sadly April said no, because she doesn't like girls."

"Aw, how sad," Rafaela mocked, "I'm right here, Case."

She leaned in to press a kiss to the tip of Rafaela's beak, her nose, above her mouth but below her eyes, "I know, I'm just bitching."

"You must have a masters degree in it,"

"I'll let go of you,"

"I take it back! Just, please don't leave me out here,"

"No one's gonna see us, I locked the doors,"

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Twenty-Nine

Unfortunately, our summer came to an end as the dawning of the school year occurred. That meant that I couldn’t spend as much time with the guys, just a few hours because I needed sleep. Thankfully, I was able to spend most of Friday and Saturday nights with them since I could sleep in the next day. 

Within three months of being in Santa Carla, I was gaining weight, steadily. I was actually eating, had an appetite. I was now around 105.4 pounds. Mom and the four guys were extremely proud of my progress, always full of praise whenever I would eat something. 

Sam kept insisting that it was strange that my boyfriends couldn’t pick me up from school. He would wave the Vampire Comic underneath my nose at every chance he could get. I always fluffed off his reasoning of vampirism, though, I couldn’t deny it was weird. One day, I stole his comic and read about the living dead Sam was obsessed with. It was an interesting read, but I’ve seen all four guys eat garlic, no one had to count rice if it spilled before them, and I’d seen their faces in my bureau mirror. 

One Friday night in October, they were taking me home after we had fun on the town. All the midterms had sucked the life out of me, therefore, they wanted me to be able to do something fun. Instead of constantly studying. Though, the four guys were able to help me with studying my senior classes. 

Shockingly, Marko was the best at helping me with mathematics. He was patient while he explained the formulas. Sometimes, he'd smirk as I'd get lost in my thoughts while staring at his head of golden curls, but Marko was an excellent tutor. With Marko's help in understanding the formulas and reviewing the homework, my grades in math rose. David's specialty was science class! He loved to read the chapters before the work. Then, if I had any questions about the homework, David would explain the situation. Dwayne loved reviewing my literature assignments, though it was more debates about the latest books. Paul, well, he helped with history. By help, I mean he would stand in the cave and do inaccurate monologues about the most outrageous situations in history. Dwayne would roll his eyes, shoving the blonde with the wild hair, while I fell off the couch, dying of laughter. 

Even though I knew these four were cruel to others outside their circle, they were totally sweet towards me. I'd seen David threaten a group of Surf Nazis, the sound of his voice causing my blood to curdle, then he would turn towards me with a faint smile and gentle touches. Marko was one of the cruelest, I'd come to learn. I watched Marko bash a kid in the head with a napkin holder just for commenting about me. Marko laughed the entire time the kid cried, holding his hands to the bleeding gash on his forehead.  

Regardless of how my blood curdled in those terrifying minutes, my heart warmed every time they turned their gentle caresses onto my skin. I knew how deadly their touch could be; it only proved they felt something for me. Not one of the guys had ever touched me in anger; David had snapped a few times but apologized profusely. 

I had fun just losing myself in one night of no studying. Mom told me to leave the house and have fun, but she took my bag. She said I didn't need to take any textbooks with me tonight, and Paul had whooped, kissing Mom's cheek. Therefore, that night had been filled with fun, laughter, and going on rides. Even though the tourist season was over, it was still warm enough that most amusement rides were open. 

Once we had arrived at Grandpa's house, the guys cut the engines to their bikes. David was the first at my side, offering a gloved hand to help me down from Marko's bike. I leaned down to gently kiss Marko, and then Paul swooped in like the whirlwind of energy he encapsulated. Dwayne waited his turn before David captured my lips in his smug smile curving against mine. Unfortunately, I was so lost in their company and touched that I didn't even notice the Volvo in the front yard until it was too late. 

"ARIA ELIZABETH EMERSON!" I drew back from Marko, who had once again planted a kiss on my lips, fear washing over my body. I knew that voice - it was my father. I gulped as he glared at the group from the porch, Mom hovering behind him. She was wringing her hands in anxiety, knowing that Dad wasn't going to accept this relationship. "You let her kiss a group of guys?"

"Robert, it's fine. They love her," Mom tried to reason with Dad, but he just shrugged off her hand. I slunk back, trying to hide behind David. The four guys had picked up on my fear but couldn't challenge my father without giving away what they were. They also didn't want to hurt my father, even though he was angering the predators in front of him. 

"Get in the house!" My dad roared, reaching around David. He grabbed me roughly by the coat and pulled me away from the safety of my four guys. "And you four - never come back here again!" My father shoved me into the house. I heard the four men growl before my father slammed the house door so hard the windows shook. 

"Dad!" Sam protested, standing at the top of the stairs, hearing the commotion. "She's fine. Leave her alone!"

"Sam, get back to your room," my dad pointed at my baby brother. I nodded to Sam to listen before wrapping my arms around my body. "You. . .You two!"

"Robert, this is my home," Grandpa opened the door to his taxidermy room, glaring at my father. I sent him a grateful smile at his intervention. 

"My daughter won't act like a whore! You are letting her get passed around by four bikers," Dad shook angrily, pointing his finger at my mother as if it were her fault. "She's coming home to Phoenix."

"Daddy!" I protested, tears welling inside my eyes. "I love them!"

"Robert, you can't do that!" Mom protested as I felt the tears spill from my eyes. "You signed away all your rights!"

"I will go to the courts tomorrow and demand both the kids, Lucy," Dad threatened, and my heart sank. "Or I can just take Aria and return to Phoenix."

"Mom," I said, voice soft. I knew what needed to happen. I needed to return with Dad to Phoenix. "I'll be back for Christmas, yeah?"

"Honey," Mom wrapped me in her arms, shaking her head. 

"You best be packed and ready to leave by the day after tomorrow," Dad pointed a finger at me. "I mean it." With that, Dad swept out of the house, his car pulling away. I started to cry in earnest, feeling as if my world had shifted again. 

"Mom, the guys!" I whimpered, feeling my heart crack at the thought of having to leave them. 

"I know, baby," Mom rocked me in her arms, trying to comfort me. "You can write me letters, okay? I'll make sure that Max gives them to his sons."

"I've never felt like this about anyone," I whispered, knowing that what I felt was love. My mom nodded her head, understanding. She wasn't judgmental about the relationship, having witnessed how the four men treated me. They treated me, her daughter as if I were a Queen. A priceless artifact under heavy surveillance at a national museum. A tomb of unopened treasure worth billions. 

"I'll help you sneak out tomorrow," Mom promised, pressing kisses to my hairline. I nodded, detaching from Mom both physically and mentally. 

"I'm going to bed," my voice felt wooden, tongue too thick. I started up the stairs, looking down at the place I felt was my home. It felt more like I belonged in Santa Carla than I had living in Phoenix. I dragged my body up the stairs and went into my room. 

"Princess," I heard Dwayne's velvety voice say, and I jumped. As I looked up, I saw all four men I loved sitting around my room. I didn't question how they managed to sneak into my room; I was just grateful to see all four of them.  

"Dwayne!" I wailed, crashing into his body, tears streaming down his naked chest. He hummed, speaking to me in his native tongue, Navajo, I believe. Marko slammed into my back, running his hands through my hair, obviously in distress as well. 

"We'll kidnap you," Paul declared, a frown on his face, once I had stopped crying. I was lying on the bed, head on Dwayne's chest. 

"My dad would find me," I shook my head, even though my heart ached for that scenario. To be kidnapped by the four men I loved, spending all my time with them. "I don't want him to take Sammy back. It will kill Mom. She's already going to be in pain without one kid; she needs at least one of us."

"Are you certain?" David asked, flicking his cigarette butt out of the window. He crouched by the bed, tracing my delicate features with his pale fingers. "We could make him disappear."

"Of course," I giggled, shaking my head. "My big, bad bikers."

"You know it, baby," Marko grinned, head on my shins. I rolled my eyes before letting out a sigh. 

"It'll be okay," I sighed, sounding upset even to my ears. "Mom said she'd bring letters from me to Max. That way, we can keep in touch. It shouldn't be long. I promise. And I'll be back by Christmas!"

***LOST BOYS POV ***

'David, we need to tell her,' Dwayne told his best friend and brother. David shook his head, almost imperceptible if not for vampiric sight. 

'She can't know,' David disagreed. Paul's lips tightened in anger. 

'She's going to know,' Paul sighed. 'The mating bond is already wreaking havoc on her. Remember when we didn't see her for a few days? She was getting sick again.'

'I'll ask Max,' Dwayne sighed. Even though they didn't get along with their sire, everyone had been trying to have peace for the sake of the Emersons. Aria was their mate, while Lucy was apparently Max's. 

Once their mate's breathing had softened, obviously in the throws of sleep, the four left her room. They flew to Max's house, where the man opened the door, obviously shocked to see his four wayward sons. 

"What happened?" Max asked, wordlessly holding the door open. 

"Aria's Dad is taking her back to Phoenix," David stated as the four sprawled out in Max's living room. Max sucked in a breath, shaking his head. 

"Have you solidified the bond with her?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled off his clunky glasses. The four shook their heads, negative. 

"She's not ready for that," Dwayne stated, voice a deep rumble. Max pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"I'm not going to lie to you, four," Max said. "She's going to get worse if she's away."

"How much worse?" Marko snarled, looking feral, fangs flashing in the dim light. 

"Aria met you guys before," Max sighed, finally dropped the bombshell onto the four guys. 

"WHAT?" David roared, face changing into his vampire visage. He was furious at this news. 

"She was thirteen years old," Max sank into his armchair. 

"No, we would have remembered!" Paul whined, looking lost, but Max just laughed. 

"I erased your memories of her and her memories of you," Max revealed. The four vampires snarled, becoming angry at their sire for messing with their mate. "I had to!" 

"Why?" Dwayne forced himself to calm down. He knew they needed to hear this story, and none of the others could calm down enough to listen to it. 

"She was thirteen," Max pointedly stated. "You four didn't want her to leave for Phoenix. I knew the mating pull would bring her back, hopefully when she was older. However, I didn't account for how strong your connection is with Aria."

"Is that why she's sick?" Paul hummed. Even though he was a stoner and enjoyed being aloof, Paul's mind worked. That was the reason he preferred to be stoned because sometimes he needed to shut his brain down. 

"Yes," Max looked upset at his decision. "It's why the four of you hold such disdain for your sire. Your subconscious vampire knows that I removed the memories of your mate. But I did it for all five of you!"

"That's against the rules, Max," David snarled, lighting a cigarette to calm himself. His hands were trembling in suppressed anger. 

"I know," Max dipped his head. "But usually, meeting your mate once, if she were human, wouldn't invoke such responses from the five of you. It wasn't until I saw her that I realized the error. It appears Aria was feeling the mating bond and tried to fill the void with a boyfriend. However, that made her sicker, which is why she suffered from Anorexia. That's why once you five found each other this summer, she's been able to start recovering."

"So she was searching for her mates and found Justin," Marko mused, humming as the pieces clicked together. 

"That's why I'm worried about her state if she goes to Phoenix," Max admitted, and their eyes flashed golden at the thought. 

"She was in such a bad state just from meeting us once," Dwayne muttered. "The mating bond will strain upon her now that we've been together for over three months."

"Mates aren't meant to be apart," Max agreed. "The male vampires are supposed to cherish their mates. We all know that mates aren't strong enough on their own, hence the reason a nest has multiple male vampires and only one female."

"Yes," David waved a hand in the air pompously. "We all know this!"

"Do you know how mates have to feed, David?" Max's eyes flashed gold in his anger towards his firstborn. David shook his head. "Mates only feed from their mated vampires. Their fangs aren't strong enough to feed on humans. The other reason why there are multiple vampires per mate."

"So, we have to feed her?" Marko's eyebrows creased as he looked up at their sire. They were all confused as none of them had heard about this. 

"Yes, mates drink from the vein of their vampires," Max got up and filled a glass with bourbon. He drank it down, refilling the glass. "Mates cannot be away for long. Once the bonding has been solidified, she can be away for a few days. But Aria needs the venom and blood of all four of you running through her veins to turn."

"What's going to happen if she goes?" Paul asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. 

"I'm not sure," Max's eyes looked troubled. "All I know is it won't be anything good."

End Part 1

Part 2 - Time After Time - Chapter One

[ginnyrules27]

Hey Ginny, any snippets from ToF,CL, StoF and HaH?

��Claudine I love you but I hope you don’t mind when one day soon my sword is running Freddy through. Ryan is a million times the person he is!!” Henry growled.

-Truth or Fiction (chapter 105)

Emir smiled as he gently kissed the top of his son’s head before looking over at Emma. “Do you want him or you want me to take care of him?” 

“I’ll take him Shadow,” Emma said with a fond smile. “You get your hangout time. It’s shockingly few and far between nowadays.” 

-Choosing Life (chapter 48, currently 2569 words)

“I don’t know why I have to learn this,” Mal muttered as she and Ben did their ‘independent study’. Well more like Ben worked on math problems and Mal doodled on the side of the paper. The best part about having a baby brother and your other teacher had to work at your father’s restaurant? You got a lot of breaks from your lessons. “Why do I need to know how many apples someone has if he decides to give some away? Why give away food?” 

-Half and Half (chapter 34, currently 1564 words)

“You’d be right Muscles,” Cassandra said with a small nod. 

Lance shook his head. “Did you steal Eugene’s nickname for me?” 

-Small Twists of Fate (chapter 35, currently 2038 words)

[emmedoesntdomath]

What do you think Bumlets and Skittery would do for going on a ✨date✨

HI OKAY I’M SORRY THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE TRIED TO MAKE THIS POST SO

okokok- I’m going to assume that we’re talking about a date in a more modern setting, because I don’t know how extravagant their dates could be in 1899, when it was quite literally illegal to be gay.

first thing you should know; bumlets is not allowed to plan the dates. he’s not allowed to pick the place, the activity, time, any of it. skittery says it’s because he likes planning them, likes surprising him with the dates, but it’s really because the one time he was allowed to, he took them to a club and they ended up in jail (something about arson and aggravated assault- but who has a clean rap sheet anyways?)

it’s not like skittery’s bad at planning their dates. he’s actually really good at it. he remembers the little things (again, he pretends he doesn’t care. he is shockingly bad at not caring), adds subtle details no one else would immediately notice, and michael’s heart always MELTS.

also, i refuse to apologize for continually calling bumlets the name I decided was his. sorry not sorry. (and hey, at least I’m still saying skittery. even if it is for my own hc reasons. still.)

they’re both pretty low-key people, so their dates are normally reasonably chill (besides the jail thing, but they don’t talk about that). bowling, picnics, movie nights.

once, skittery decided they were going to the library for a study date. he didn’t actually have to study (he decided to not go to college, and apprenticed a mechanic in a garage instead), but bumlets had an important calculus exam. and here’s the thing. english isn’t his first language, right? his parents were both immigrants (this is more or less canon for most newsies, and I’m carrying it to the modern setting), and neither of them got the chance at a higher education. that’s a lot of pressure.

you might be thinking, but emme, it’s math. what does his language matter?

everything. it’s really hard to learn concepts in your native tongue, let alone your second language. you’re applying things to ideas with words that you didn’t even know existed. how easy is that to understand? how could that ever be easy to understand? it’s not like it gets easier over time, either, when new things are constantly being shoved in your face.

also, math is hard. (@sparkedblaze)

and skittery knows this. he might not understand, per se, but he knows that his boyfriend’s struggling a bit, and stressed, and if he’s stressed, then what’s skittery supposed to do? not be stressed??

(life feels very wrong to him when michael herrera is stressed and annoyed. and by wrong, I mean skittery’s a little terrified.)

so skittery does what any good boyfriend would do. he brings bumlets to the library, brings his favorite snacks. then, he pulls out definitions. he had race explain most of the harder concepts to him in the easiest possible terms, and then he hand-wrote them out again. in spanish. using specifically the terms and phrases he knew bumlets would understand the best. they’re far from perfect, with countless spelling and grammar errors, but bumlets is just sitting there, mouth open, in utter shock, because these things clearly took HOURS. and skittery’s sitting across from him, eyes firmly glued to his book, knee bouncing, muttering about how he knew he was stressed.

it wasn’t an expensive gift, or a dinner at a fancy restaurant. but it was thought-out, and a lot of effort. he could have just printed out definitions and notes in spanish and handed them to bumlets, but he didn’t (partially because he didn’t think of that until he was halfway done, but michael doesn’t need to know that bit). instead, he spent hours writing on notecards with his neatest handwriting.

tis the little things, y’all.

[beperoncin]

hooray. i passed

prelims were easy. i had tangy maxed out already and sauna egg was at a good level

milk and mango weren't at a high enough level. but i don't really like milk or mango as much as tangy and eggy so idc

1k tokens until i can get the costume (if i'm not mistaken)

i got 800m on round 1 :>

i used a max boost ticket on this round

they're shockingly cheap (only 500 crystals!)

although they only last for one run they do pretty good in getting you pretty far

i could try using butter squid to replace mala sauce (if he's even a good relay)

i'm not sure what the best combi is since all of the highest ranking players all have their combis blocked but i'm pretty sure butter squid is in there since i've heard he's a pretty good scorer idk

i just used choco bar and mala sauce because choco bar is My Wonderful Lesbian Wife and mala is my fav's sister /hc

ik i won't stay at first but whatever. you only lose one heart if you don't get first and if i lose a heart each round i might be able to get the lemon costume at the round i finally croak in (idk. i forgot the math i did)

[thehappyscavenger]

Books Read in July 2023

This month was crazy. I can't believe I read 8 books. True they were also shorties but I started 2 really huge books as well and made headway into them. WTF.

The House of Skin by Karina Lickorish Quinn

This is a really short novella (about 60 pages) that is a haunting gothic piece. A London artist is adopted by this family of patrons who bring her to their mansion to work. More of a mood vibe than anything. Really liked it.

I Am A Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter

This was Hofstadter making a stab at human consciousness and trying to explain what makes humans different from machines. I'm not sure it works fully but the ideas are interesting. The first third has a lot of math explanations I found confusing tbh so that was a bit of a slog to get through but I enjoyed it overall.

My Stupid Intentions by Bernardo Zannoni

Something about books about anthropomorphic animals just get me every time. This is about the exceptional life of a beech marten and is just absolutely soul crushing and beautiful. Pitch perfect, loved it.

Once There Were Wolves by Charlotte McConaghy

This was recommended to me by someone as the best book they read all year and, while I liked it while I was reading it, upon reflection it really falls apart and I hated it.

Part of it is about the rewilding of wolves in Scotland and part of it is a murder mystery following the lead character, a twin, and her sister who was abused so thoroughly she stopped talking. I found the abuse narrative like... shockingly dumb. I mentioned this on a book discussion forum I frequent and they mentioned lots of other books about the Scottish rewilding so I'm excited for that!

Fruit by Brian Francis

So I first heard of this when it came out around 2004 and it sounded interesting but it took me this long to read it! 19 years till I carved out time for this book during which it's become something of a modern Canadian classic.

This is about a little 8th grader in Sarnia who is fat and is struggling with his friendship and sexuality. Just pitch perfect and funny and heartbreaking. Hard recommend.

Bluebeard's Castle by Anna Biller

I got this as an ARC. I like Biller as a filmmaker and I was wondering how her unique style would work as a novel since her dialogue is so weird.

Oddly as it turned out. I feel like a lot of people are either going to hate this or not get it but while it's a very modern book her style of outright stating themes and blaring plot in neon lights is very reminiscent of early gothic works. Like 1700s gothic morality stuff. By the end I was won over by this so worth a shot imo.

Promise by Christi Nogle

Black Mirror-esque stories of worlds set in the near future. Like all short story collections this was mixed but there was plenty to enjoy and it left a favourable impression overall.

Blackouts by Justin Torres

I can't even explain this book except to say it's pretty brilliant. Even though I read an ARC of this I think I'm going to buy it.

It's fictionalized history and reminded me a bit of Autobiography of X even though it's about real people. I loved it though. Highly recommend.

[aristoteliancomplacency]

I haven’t done proper maths (calculus) since A-Level (like, around a decade and a half ago) and the other day I finally managed to code a functioning Newton-Raphson method in Java after getting frustrated at myself for several days for not remembering enough maths to do this simple thing (as it was snobbishly referred to be some asshole on StackExchange when some other poor sod had the audacity to ask about the best way to solve a different problem that can also use the the newton-Raphson method).

Anyway I needed the NR-method to make a method to solve non-integer exponents bc I realised my powers method only worked with whole numbers but now I can’t get that to work despite having the NR-method so I’m just back to feeling stupid again.

Programming is shockingly similar to academia in terms of self-esteem. I suspect the common denominator is the problem.

[sweet-honey-tears]

Call Me Sammy

Sammy x GN! Reader

This is little thing in my OC Sammy. Set more so in college or late high school(depending on your preference) and in a separate universe where there wasn’t a war. I hope you guys enjoy, I know it’s different from my usual stuff.🤍 fluff and angst

Warning: Swearing, some dark themes if you squint, topic of bullying brought up, topic of past trauma brought up

When Sammy first ask you out, you turned him down. Like most people you thought he was with that other girl, Lorraine. Another shallow Baseball player who you wanted quick flings. But he ends up explaining to you they’re not together and even calls Lorraine to confirm it when he sees your doubts.

“Sammy what’s-“

“Are we dating?”

There was a moment of silence. The a very confused “What”

“Are we dating- like are you my girlfriend?”

“No… why-what- we both agreed that was NO. Plus Maxy would beat your-“

“Thanks bye Lorri!”

Sammy's very much into PDA. He will squeeze you, hold you, kiss the apples of your cheeks.

On dates, he’ll always have to be touching you. Hands, shoulders, lips

Barring his face into your neck while he hugs you. Making you sway with him as he mutters jokes into your collarbones. His fluffy black hair tickles your face.

He’ll sometimes hum into your neck or shoulder. Liking the way he can feel the vibrations on your skin. You relax from the low rumbles, your back pressed to his toned chest. He’ll only stop his humming if one of two things happens. You fall asleep or he wants something. In the latter's case: he's lightly grabbing your chin before turning your head up to him. Stealing a kiss.

And contrary to the rumors about the flirty baseball player- sex is not his goal in relationships. Bro could give less care about that base. He just wants to love you.

His mom always said there would be someone out there- and he’s pretty sure his mom meant you.

Sammy was born and partially raised in France. It wasn’t till late middle school he came to America. His French accent is lighter due to this fact. Because of how young he was when he came over too, he knows both English and French fluently. Not the best writer when it comes to French though, so expect most cards and text to be in English rather than French.

He took French in high school for the purpose of just learning how to write better.

He can and will speak French to you if you wish. Or if he wants to fuck with you.

But keep in mind Sammy also is a Western American. He finds the terms of endearment from his town both sweet and hilarious. So he calls you Sugar. He’s also called you:

Sugar Plum,

Sweetness,

Lovely,

Angle,

SugarLip-,

And yes, during one drunken night, he did call you sugar tits by accident. He’s very affectionate when drunk but also incredibly woozy.

He will let you paint his nails.

You can get matching earrings with him

And he addicted to the feeling of your nails going through his hair. He’ll just lay on top of you until you do it. Huffing if you stop.

Sammy does baseball and he's good. Like really good. His back and arms are toned, so when he swings, even through the uniform, you can see the muscle in his shoulders.

He’ll look for you in the stands when on the field. Giving you this goofy smile when he spots you.

He’s texting you in the dugout.

Sammy smokes, well not smokes, chews on the back of the cigarette(and lollipop sticks, toothpicksand flips his dad's old metal lighter. As if debating with himself about the weather or not to light it. Even though he never will. He’s just copying his dad, going off the few memories he has of him before he passed.

But if he sees you smoking, vaping, or whatever else. He will take it from your mouth and step on it.

“It hurts your pretty lungs, Love.”

Sammy has a knack for science, math, and art. He can name the chemicals used for explosives, acids, and the process and compressions needed.

He’s also shockingly good at carving, sketching scenery into scraps of metal or wood he finds

He made you a small wooden statue once. Carved it himself while in the dugout.

He has some scars on his finger from the pocket knife going through the wood. In some instances, he’s nipped off a good portion of flesh. To your absolute horror.

Will make corny jokes about the chemistry of your relationship.

He’ll crack one while he gives you the signature smile, baby blue eyes glowing in adoration from behind his black curly hair.

Trigger

Right away

One of the main things to trigger Sammy is if you’re rude to Lorraine. Yes, she is a year older than him but she’s the baby of the friend group. And yes, Sammy and Lorraine do hang onto each other a bit. And she’ll call him crying since can't/won't call her brother. The two rely on each other for emotional support.

If you bring up your concerns to him he’ll understand. He’ll be a bit shocked but understand to an extent. Before you, everyone thought he and Lorraine dated So he understands your concern.

Sammy will talk to Lorraine, and that’s when stuff changes. They both break away slightly, still friendly but just a bit more space. There are also fewer calls. Yes, sometimes they’ll happen, but you now understand why. With Lorraine's permission, Sammy tells you about her and why they are such close friends. He explains her time when transferring schools, and how her complete Heterochromia eyes caused her to get the brunt of bullying. Her mediocre English not helping either. Then there was the part about her being clairvoyant. That was a whole different story.

But, after everything’s said and done, you feel more comfortable with their relationship and your own.

A year into dating Sammy, you get invited to the training sessions the two have for self-defense. Lorraine standing next to Sammy in a tank top, and on just her arms you see faded bruises, welts, and small crossing scars.

You watch them train, and that’s the nail in the coffin. The way they act. The distance and the clear wall they have set between. Their pretty much siblings at this point- or true friends…

Later, when back at school, Lorraine smiles at you in the halls now. And if you are with Sammy, arm in arm, she’ll quietly pass with a smile and slight nod towards you.

Wrong Way

If you go behind his back, rip into the already somewhat fragile girl. The dude is pissed.

Sammy doesn’t know right away what happened. Acting like your cheerful boyfriend -like usual. But slowly you see him start to unravel. How he looks more concerned and tensed. Glancing at his phone to ensure he didn’t miss a message.

After two weeks, it all crumbles.

He knows something happened with you and Lorraine.

Sammy may act stupid in class sometimes, but he’s not.

He’s scarcely in tune.

It was after a baseball came. The two of you walk to your car. A toothpick in his mouth, checking on the end.

“Wanna tell me about Loraine Sugar?”“W-what?”

He’s talked to you about her before. How she’s more so a sister than potential…well anything.

“Maybe I didn’t make this clear.” He says, ice blue staring down at you. “ She is my fucking sister.” Sister is not the best way to really describe it, but it’s straight to the point. He spits out the toothpick. More worried at the thought of breaking it in his mouth and getting a splinter than what you have to say.

“But she isn’t actually-“

He swiftly turns around to look at you“No, but I’m not gonna bang her!”

And that’s the sour end.

[thedovahcat]

Gorillas and the Barely Touched Transference of Credits

Finally went over to the student login page to see what on my transcript counted towards GEs. Shockingly or not, only 4 classes out of my whole degree were transferable towards the GE’s.

On one hand I’m not too shocked, and on the other I sort of am. Looking over it again, I’m going to have to ask an advisor about at least one or two of them, any class I can get knocked off will be immensely helpful. What I really am bummed about is my Geometry class not transfering but...For the best really. I’m practicing maths right now so that will take care of that.

I’ll need to schedule that math-English-grammar assessment test thing soon, I took a practice test just to gauge where I’m at right now and I scored 80% so, not bad! Just gotta keep periodically doing it and re-taking it.

AND I got a 100% on my quiz and unit test for math today earlier this morning. Overall the day’s been pretty all right! I just feel overwhelmed at how much is happening so fast and needing to go from 0 to 100 with all these paper signings and preparings and what have you.

Dad asked me again today if I’m sure I don’t want to just put the money I’m spending towards my mental health assessment into college again, but I stood firm on that. I’m still really nervous that I’m going to be brushed off and told I’m as normal as they come. Cuz then it really WILL feel like a waste, but, talking with some mutuals really helps me a lot. They’re able to tell me what they know/offer advice and reassure that I’m not just faking all this for attention. It’s such a hard thing to grasp and now I understand why people struggle so much with it. This is all new territory for me so... yeah. It’s just wild.

FAFSA is kind of a bust this year because I worked two years ago but I expected that unfortunately, and no word on the scholarships yet. Money really frightens me right now but I’m absolutely against loans at the moment. I have enough to swing it but it’s going to hurt. Still, you put in a fair chunk of money going to school in hopes you’ll be able to make it all back and more later on.

I’m really nervous about all the studying that lies ahead. After counting everything I’ll be in CC for at least 2 years just plowing through GE’s, which will be nothing but busy work for me. That much I’m certain of. So...the next two years at minimum are decided for me, generally speaking. I don’t know, I still somehow feel like...a sense of dread about it. Like I’m wasting my time, but I’m absolutely -not!-. Mostly a big fear I have is by the time I get out of school and get into work, the pets are going to start keeling over just like when I graduated college and got my first job. I only got to enjoy a few months of that before everyone started like...dying to disease around here. Tato’s going to be 6 years old this February and I’m glad he’s doing well! Him and Riley are both being taken care of so much more carefully and more prompt..ly.. than the other two were. Not that we didn’t care, but we didn’t know! First time long-time cat owners and all. Now we’ve learned. I hope they’re both around for a long long time and get to see the days when I have a good job and everything is going well!

So there’s that.. Every day that goes by too I’m able to hide less and less in my video games and that’s really scary for me as well. Things are starting to ‘lose their color’ if you would, I’m just...bored. And I don’t want to be bored, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve talked about this kind of thing before. And like I’ve told myself, this is the low point right now, the preparation, the quiet. Once all this is set up and I actually start, things will be on the up again. They always are. I hope me and my friends are all in better places and still alive by that point in time certainly!

In some other minor, brighter news, I just have my new motherboard to recieve in the mail before I can start putting in the new parts into my computer! I’ve been needing to beef this thing up, it’s 7 years old now. And if I’m diving into computers, yeah, that was a necessary and good decision. Need to stop by Best Buy tomorrow. I should probably get a webcam.

So...just gotta wait for Wednesday mental assessment now! And see how I feel after that. I really really want to open commissions and right now I’m expecting to after that’s all taken care of! If I need more time to recover though of course. I’m going to give myself that time. Learning to give myself time away from things and forcing myself to preoccupy my time and attention with more important and usually often IRL things has been a learning experience. I can’t say I’m crazy about it, but... You gotta do what you gotta do.

Anyway! A little status report...a long status report. But, today things are OK. Thank god.