#Holy fuck. Stop it. Stop shooting fireworks

[caterpillarinacave]

I think I hate my neighbors

[burnt-scone]

Me: As someone descended from Jewish refugees, I very much support the Jewish community. I always try my best to call out Antisemitic content and people. Like that dude fired by Mojang for antisemtic posts he made, the guy who created the villagers. Big nosed, greedy people obsessed by shiny stones and protected by Golems. Interesting. 😐

Ppl: So you support Israel?

Me: Fuck no.

Ppl: But, you just said-

Since 1948, they've terrorized innocent people who welcomed them with open arms. Before modern Israel, Muslim, Jewish, and Christian Palestinians lived peacefully and saw each other as cousins. Israel killed all that opposed them in the Nakba, including Jewish Palestinians. Also, back in 48, a lot of Jewish people disliked the formation of Israel because it was seen as MAN controlling the Will of G/D. G/d would welcome their people home when they saw fit. But man decided by spilling blood they'd take it by force all for themselves.

Ppl: But what about the bab-

Me: The Twitter post claiming 40 babies were killed by Hamas was a lie, confirmed a lie by Israel themselves. The only babies murdered have been murdered by Israel. And they've already admitted they're doing this to build a tourist city. They murdered thousands, and they plan to murder millions. They've destroyed holy sites, even Jewish ones, all so they can build a place for tourism. They spill blood to make money. That government doesn't give two shits about human lives.

Ppl: But Hamas-

Me: -Is considered a Terrorist group? Most radical groups now seen as heroes in history were once considered terrorists or something similar by the governments they opposed. If someone attacked you and you defended yourself, and you broke their nose. Now everyone's saying you're the violent one. Everyone is funding your bully, and the bully is always making sure you don't have the resources to fight back as hard, and they're constantly striking. One day, they shoot themselves in the toe. They lie and say you did it. Later, they admit you didn't shoot them, but they got permission from their mommy and daddy to kill you. So they're shooting all these big illegal fireworks at you. You have bottle rockets. Finally, the world is caring, and the world sees the bully was lying and using mommy and daddies' influence to get away with it. Mommy and Daddy killed and hurt people. Why can't they? The people seeing all this are begging for someone to do something to stop your bully, but their mommy is looking away, and their daddy is giving them more illegal fireworks. With you gone, they can tear down your house and build a big fancy tourist trap city. They might even get to tear down their other neighbors' houses. All for "Greater Israel. " Wouldn't that be horrific?

Ppl: But those in power said Palestines lying?

Me: But those in power are the ones paying for this to happen. They're the ones with the loudest voices, but they're the ones funding everything happening. They're the ones who say what their media can and can't say. They don't want you to believe live footage. They don't want you to believe videos and photos proven real and unedited. Any time they're told that they're doing wrong, they try and say it's cancel culture and that they're the real victim. Even though they're taking your money and using it to bomb children while they relax in comfy offices. Our nation's in debt, but they're using your money to murder babies. So you're murdering babies, what happened to being "pro life"?

I've had this conversation in similar orders on repeat, and every time, they end up restating the same claims that Israel admitted weren't true and they themselves lied.

They pretend mass genocides aren't happening, and they pretend Lebanon and Yemen aren't under attack now. And just Israel, America is crying to the world that they're the victim when soldiers went missing, soldiers they sent into invade Yemen.

America be like: We sent ships and men to invade them and their allies, and they fought back, I don't get it 🥺

This is Genocide isn't a Arab/Muslim VS Jew thing. It isn't Antisemitic to call out Genocide. Colonizers are ethnically cleansing an entire civilization. And that's wrong. They're using illegal warfare, basically using the Geneva Warcrimes list as a checklist. They've attacked every single hospital in Palestine and still claim they haven't bombed or attacked a single one, while under oath. They murder people who surrender, they prevent medical care or nutrients from getting to civilians, they use chemical weapons like white phosphorus, and THEIR MAIN TARGET IS CIVILIANS.

There is no excuse for their actions. If they were really after Hamas and claim to know where they are, they'd have used more than one surgical strike, and there would be almost no civilian deaths. If this truly was a war and not a Genocide, they would've let food, water, and medical aid into Palestine. They wouldn't have bombs ambulances. They wouldn't murdered thousands.

This isn't Jews versus Arabs, this Israel, a government power versus civilians.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Barn Noises

Gif credit @bodybebangin

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Hope you all enjoy.

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18+

"Boy, you better shut the fuck up before I come over there and knock the shit out of you". Rip threatened Jimmy. Jimmy was talking about how bang able you were and Rip didnt take it kindly when some dick was talking about his girl.

"I bet she purrs when she cums". Jimmy taunted Rip. Rip gritted his teeth and drawed back his fist ready to strike. You came up behind him and grabbed his forearm, stopping him.

"What's going on"? You stood beside him squeezing his arm.

"Nothing". Rip growled.

"Then I think you should come to the barn with me. There's a horse that needs your attention. Let's go". You pulled him with you, saving Jimmy from a beating for now anyways.

Rip stomped into the barn looking around with a grumpy face. "Where's the horse"?

"Why do you let them get to you like that? Seriously, so what if he thinks I purr when I cum. Only you will know what truly goes on in the bedroom. Jimmy, cant tell a clit from a thumbtack. He's an idiot". You exclaimed, Rip chuckled.

"Alright. I get it. I shouldn't let them get to me but I just want to ring his neck".

"I know. But why dont you come ring my bell and you can deal with him later". You seductively say, grabbing Rips hand and taking him to the secluded area behind the hay bells.

"What are you doing"? Rip chuckled as you pushed him down on a stack of hay, climbing on him settling on his lap.

"I'm channeling that frustration and anger into something else. Something a little more productive". You unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper.

"I'm sure, honey". Rip smirked as he lifted up so you could pull his pants down. You shimmied out of your shorts and straddled his waist. Grinding against his growing member.

"Are you complaining"? You pushed his boxer down and his hard member sprung free.

"No, ma'am". Rip licked his lips when you pulled your panties to the side and slid his cock through your slit. You so wet already so when you pushed Rips tip into your entrance it slid in nicely.

"Oh fuck". Rip moaned, his head going back into the straw. His hat tipped covering his face. He quickly jerked it off and laid it beside him.

"You like that, baby"? You asked rolling your hips, your hands resting on his chest.

"Fuck yes. Dont stop". You let out a chuckle. Rip gripped your hips moving with you as you started to bounce up and down.

"Oh shit". You squeezed your clothed breasts.

"Just like that, baby girl". Rip grunted. He sat up, his lips attached to your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving kisses.

Rip loved how you moved but he needed control, he wrapped on arm around your waist and flipped you on your back. His pace quickened. Much faster than yours.

"Oh fuck, baby. Oh fuck". You cried out as Rip drilled into you. The sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the barn, along with your cries and moans.

"I'm gonna cum". Rip mumbled against your neck.

"Me too, Rip, me too". You wrapped your legs around Rips waist and clenched around his cock as he exploded inside you. "Rip". Your orgasm sending fireworks through your body. You clinged to Rip as you trembled.

"Holy shit". Rip panted, his forehead leaned on your chest.

"Still thinking about killing Jimmy"? You ask out of breath.

"No. I'm thinking if I'll still be able to work after this. God, I'm hot and tired". Rip chuckled, rolling of you. You laugh, snuggling up to him.

"Well it worked. You're not thinking about killing anyone".

"Do you think they heard us"? Rip gulped.

"If they did, they certainly know now that I do not purr when I cum. But I do scream your name".

You giggled as you got up and started to get dressed.

"Where you going"?

"To work. About a half hour late. You need to get back to work. I'll see you at home". You leaned down and kissed his lips. "Later baby". You blew him a kiss before disappearing.

Rip dressed quickly and headed back to work. The ranch hands were oddly doing their job when Rip walked past them.

"Oh Rip". Jimmy and Ryan mocked the noises they heard.

Rip huffed and balled up his fist. You were no where in sight so there was no stopping him now as he turned.

"Oh shit". Jimmy took off down towards the field and didnt stop. Rip chuckled and went on his way. Maybe having sex in the barn did have a calming effect on him.

[tetsukeii]

[ desperation ]

— character: dabi

— cw: +18, heavy use/mentions of dry humping, teasing, grinding

“Tch.”

Even as the annoyed sound leaves his lips, Dabi finds his arms wrapping around you.

“You keep saying that, idiot.” You shoot back playfully.

He tries to hide the smirk that takes over his face. You always had to call him out somehow. Trying to urge you into the doorway, you remain frozen, latched onto the dark haired man.

Now he was the one stuck in the doorway as your lips touch his skin.

Why did your dumbass make him feel flustered all the time? Dabi couldn't help but mentally curse out his own urges of wanting to press rough kisses on your soft face.

"Y-yeah, yeah.” The second yeah is a desperate attempt to sound tough and it makes you grin. “I get it already, babe."

His arms still stay enclosed around you, secretly soaking in the warmth of your body against his. Still, that dominant feeling swells in his chest, forcing his body to shuffle both his and yours into his dorm.

Your back hits the door as his lean arms cage you around him. So dazed in the caress of him, your bottom lips juts out as you blurt, “Kiss me.”

Behind this closed door, the aggressive male’s walls were completely knocked down. Hearing you weakly order him around with that irresistible puppy look, he couldn't stop the small chuckle that burst from his chest:

"Ask nicely."

His own amusement outweighs his hunger as the words fell from his mouth. Seeing his baby completely beet red, your oblivious lips already puckered and wanting more, had Dabi utterly mesmerized.

You were so caught up in just wanting to be with him that you tune out the murmured command. Leaning closer to his face, you try to kiss him.

A feigned scolding tone fills your ears, "Not so fast."

Dabi places a single finger on your eager, pursed lips, stopping you in your tracks-- well your kissing tracks.

The fiery male scolds you, shaking his head. He knew how stubborn you could be, especially when you were focused on something you were determined to have. God, he was smiling so big right now. It was inevitable really, with a dumbass like you, who just understood him. He felt seen with you.

But now he’d have to get you to see. "My eyes are up here."

He sighs, more so out of your obliviousness rather than exasperation.

"Eyes." The dark haired male points at his lips, gesturing upward to his blue eyes. "Up here."

Dabi watches your eyes follow his finger, smiling softly to himself at how adorable you look.

His hand holds your face, "They should be looking here, idiot. Not at these."

Before you can even question what the aggressive male meant, Dabi’s lips crash onto your. His hands cup your face, lips meeting with one another.

Why does he taste so damn good?

It was taking everything Dabi to not absolutely destroy you. In the good way, of course.

The chilled, chaste kisses that travel across your neck sent shivers down your spine. You absentmindedly thought about the feeling being spread across your body and it melts you completely.

“Then keep looking at me.” Dabi continues, adoring the way your lips part ever so softly.

The intimidating male playfully pushes you onto the unmade bed, purposely having you face the mirror as he began to straddle you.

“Watch me kiss you, yeah?” His piercing blue eyes stare you down. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

His hands become tangled in your hair as he sucks on the soft, exposed skin of your neck.

The friction between your hips had Dabi eagerly grunting against the you, “Keep moving for me like that, baby.”

Too fucking good. Because holy shit, you were grinding very hard into him. And it was like goddamn fireworks.

“Babe,” He pants out, continuing to leave pretty little marks on your skin. “It’s perfect.”

But Dabi was itching for more. He wanted all of you, and he was going to have it. Leaning back, he watches eagerly as the being in front of him thrusts against him, clearly lost in a haze of pleasure.

“But,” Pausing, the fiery male places his hands on your chest. “This is even better.”

Shoving you back, Dabi grins, excitedly gazing at the way you fall back onto the bed. Crawling further on top, the aggressive male places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“See?”

Smirking, the dark haired male yanks away from your hand. Quickly tearing off his tank top, his hands widen like an open gesture.

“Then prove it to me.”

He knew precisely what he was getting himself into and he loved it. Pushing your temptation to the edge was a game to him and Dabi was determined to win.

[gallusrostromegalus]

What happened in your neighborhood? Are you okay?

Fuck whatever neighbor of mine decided to host a “Hey Let’s all bring our Illegal* Fireworks to one yard and have a gathering of like 150 people in the middle of the plauge gathering” Party

And to clarify “Illegal”: Fireworks that leave the ground are, and have been for going on 20 years now, BANNED because the state’s ecology is a Giant Tinderbox.  Please enjoy your ground based explosives.  Far Away from me.

Fuck the 200ish people that decided to attend and bring explosives. There are a shitload of dogs, infants, combat vets and more than a few school shooting survivors in the neighborhood that have had “For the love of god let me enjoy summer” signs out but fuck your neighbors I guess.

Fuck Whoever sold him something that was definitely Municipal-Grade Fireworks. That was loud enough to actually hurt my TEETH.  From inside my Basement.

Fuck also whoever decided that it was OK to buy an entire store’s worth of beer and just distribute it to whoever because the 14-10 year olds across the green all had beer and were staggering around drunk and unsupervised at 3 AM

Fuck the Police who, despite blocking off my neighborhood at like 9 PM so I couldn’t leave and just camp at my In-Laws, decided to just sit around with thier thumbs up thier asses until about 3:30 AM AT WHICH POINT

Fuck the Police AGAIN for deciding that Riot Gear is necessary to stop this giant drunk explosives party, something that could have been stopped like six hours ago by rolling up to Larry’s house in perfectly normal gear with a “You posted on facebook you have a shitload of illegal fireworks” warrant and just slapped him with a shit load of fines but NO. GONNA SUIT UP WITH THE HELMETS AND RIOT SHIELDS AND THE GODDAMN TEAR GAS so now I’m frantically duct-taping my shitty windows shut to seal them becuase holy shit, before bolting back to tbe basement because it’s gone from a “Shelter in the Basement Due to Excessive Noise” situation to a “Shelter in the Basement Because of an Imminent Gassing/stray rubber bullet/maybe real bullet Fuckocalpyse” situation.

Fuck also the US Pharmacutical industry for manufacturing the opiod crisis in America, and Congress for being a bunch of pearl-clutching dipshits so that the one “Emergency Brake Don’t-Kill-Yourself-It’s-A-Panic-Attack” Medicine I can take is Massively OP for the job AND wildly overregulated so my doctor can perscribe me a total of ONE (1) pill before I have to come back for an in-office visit.

Fuck the Police AGAIN, that “oh thank god nobody died” is a normal reaction to them breaking up a block party where people weren’t being violent but they were being stupid.

Fuck the Police AGAIN because in a party of 200 is people that had to be broken up with riot gear and a cannister of tear gas MYSTERIOUSLY NOBODY IS ARRESTED, NOT EVEN LARRY WHO HOSTED THIS. Really.

ANYWAY, 

I didn’t die

The animals and Husbeast are OK to, if being a little clingy today

outside still smells like battery acid mixed with ghost pepper

Defund the Police

Don’t set off explosives during a fire ban or next door to your neighbors with PTSD 

If Larry’s Sprinkler System got Mysteriously Reprogrammed to run all day and run up a huge water bill/ruin that lawn he’s so fucking proud of at about 6AM after everyone cleared out and was passed out drunk I don’t know anything about that

[blooberrries]

「 to build your own pyre 」 — one

— pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

— genre: pro hero au, vigilante reader, e2l, aged-up: characters are adults.

— wc: 3.4k

— rated: sfw

— warnings: occupational hazards, swearing, reader does something kind of gross with her arm

— notes: had bakubitch on the brain. love that lil confetti popper

You’ve always had a strong sense of justice, it’s just that your morals as to how you go about enacting that... tend to err a little on the grey side. You've got a plan, an agenda; everything you do is done for a reason. And if that damn pro hero with his stupid explosions and dumb crazy grin would just let you be so you can go through with it, that would be fantastic. Things just don't want to go to plan for you though, it seems.

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[TWO YEARS LATER ]

Perhaps you could have been a little more careful in your execution this time around.

You have barely the time to think though, let alone reflect, as you use your shifted legs to launch from one building wall to another. The awfully-familiar sound of popping and loud, cracking BOOMs follow after you, like a trail of fireworks hot on your heels. It spells your doom. You know who is responsible, and you can feel cold drop of sweat slip down the back of your neck at the thought.

You’ve always known Dynamight is a force to be reckoned with, but knowing that fact and experiencing it are two very different things. This past month, you’ve come to realise that pro hero Dynamight isn’t just a force to be reckoned with; he’s a terrifying, unstoppable force of nature that doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘quit’.

A fiery tornado that’s been on your tail for weeks. You’ve hardly had time to breathe.

Of course, the fact that a pro hero is attempting to catch you right now doesn’t really look all that good. It’s certainly not something to put on your resume. Truthfully, you can’t say you haven’t done something to warrant it. You’ve done many somethings to warrant it. You’re not proud of them, per se, but you’re not particularly guilty about them either.

Just as there always has been, there are reasons behind every action you take. Calculation, meticulous planning and consideration – all of these have gotten you to where you are today.

Where you are in this moment, though? You’ve got your impatience to blame for that.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe as you tuck your body into a ball and send it flying through a third storey window with a powerful push of your legs. “He doesn’t… let up…”

You dove into the building because you knew as a hero he would be hesitant to cause damage and risk the well-being of innocents. Although, in the entirety of the time you’ve been doing this you haven’t ever compromised an innocent either, and you’re not about to start. Fortunately for you, the building actually seems to be empty.

Unfortunately for you, your pursuer seems to know that as well.

You actually feel the heat of the blast before you hear it as the hero forces his way through an incomplete wall, whatever brick and cement that doesn’t go flying all but turning to dust as he barges through. Ah, that’s why it’s empty. Of course you chose a building-in-progress to use as a shield. There goes any hesitation he might have.

“HEY!”

His shout actually makes you flinch mid-leap, head whipping to see it just as he blasts off in your direction. “PAIN IN THE ASS! Stop RUNNING!”

Does he actually think that’s going to make you stop? You wonder if it’s ever actually worked on someone before.

All it does is light a fire under your ass and you shoot out of there like a bat out of hell. You think you hear him scream something incoherent behind you in frustration, but disregard it in favour of finding an exit that won’t be too obvious.

It turns out there is none, and you settle for making a hasty exit out the closest window instead. It isn’t graceful, but it does what it needs to. You can feel the strain of your quirk on your body as you focus on your lower spine and summon a tail similar to that of a monkey. It wraps around the horizontal part of a passing streetlight just in the nick of time, saving your legs from taking the brunt of the fall from the third storey.

It’s only a momentary shift, though. As soon as you have control over your momentum once more, the tail disappears and your focus is back on maintaining your legs and face. In order to safeguard your identity, you have donned a mask, but you have also transformed some of the features of your face. You chose a lion as inspiration today, and have adopted both the eyes and the ears of the creature, with your natural hair altering into something reminisce of a mane.

You hit the ground running, the impact a lot harsher than anticipated despite your reinforced legs. You feel the resulting pain shoot straight through your bones, throbbing as it passes through every inch of your knees. That’s one you’re most definitely going to feel later. You might have to put off your next operation for a while.

“Not fast enough, scrub!”

Until today, you have managed to evade capture without fail. You knew it wouldn’t be fun when the day came where you were finally cornered, but at the same time you had no idea that it would be Dynamight himself chasing you down. The moment you turn and see him, mere split seconds before he is about to collide with you, and catch the borderline maniacal grin on his face as he reaches sparking hands out…

It’s terrifying, frankly. But for some reason you don’t think the frantic beating of your heart is entirely due to terror.

For a second, you wish your shifting power included size. That would be the only way to get out of this, you realise. Turning into a mouse-sized human has never sounded so appealing.

“OOF!”

You have a feeling that he tempered a lot of the force that would have otherwise been included as he tackled you, but the impact is still enough to have your brain rattling in your skull as chaotic blond hair fills your vision. It takes every inch of control and willpower you have not to let your quirk deactivate as you hit the ground.

“Mother fuck,” you curse, unable to help the cranky snarl you let loose as you somehow manage to launch the hero off of you. “You prick, my internal organs aren’t some boiled potatoes for you to mash to bits with your shoulder!”

“Hah?”

Before you’re even fully standing, Dynamight has recovered and taken your wrists in a brutal grip, twisting them behind you with embarrassing ease. You can’t tell whether he’s mad or amused, but he seems like the type of person where the line between the two would be awfully hard to see anyway.

“Awfully chatty for a villain about to head to jail.”

Not a villain, you want to argue. You know it’s pointless but feel your hackles raise anyway.

“Awfully bold for someone who’s about to lose their captive.”

You have a backup plan, actually. It involves exactly what you’re about to do right now.

Removing the shift on your legs but retaining the shift on your face, you focus on your left arm and reinvent it as something long and tapered, covered in scales. Then, you promptly let it drop off.

“Oh f– GROSS, WHAT THE FUCK--”

It is pretty gross, you’ll give him that. This isn’t a party trick you’re particularly proud of, but it gets the job done.

For the briefest moment, Dynamight has lost his focus on you as he shakes his hands in disgust out of reflex, your discarded arm-turned-tail lying on the bitumen below. Your remaining hand is free and, as you hear the sirens and sound of other heroes fast approaching, you decide to be a bit of an antagonistic bitch. Your abdomen is still throbbing, after all.

“Thanks, bud, it’s been real fun!” You lift his gloved hand and then slap it in a high-five in one fell movement, thoroughly enjoying the dumbstruck look on his face. “Let’s do this again sometime! Or, actually, let’s not.”

With that said, you twist behind him and shift your legs into something akin to a kangaroo. Using the last milliseconds of time you have been afforded by his lapse in focus, you use the hero as a wall to bounce from, successfully launching him at his fellow pro heroes and flipping backwards at the same time.

Then you’re off, fleeing faster than you ever have because you know the moment Dynamight recovers from being thrown into his colleagues, he’s going to be on your ass once more.

//

Miraculously, you survived the encounter. By some unknown force, whether it be the grace of god or simply fortuitous happenstance, it started pissing down rain right about the time you fled, and it provided just enough cover for you to get away. Just in case, you took the long, convoluted way home anyway. You don’t need any of them finding out who you are and where you live after all the efforts you’ve put into keeping your identity hidden. It’s not like you’re some loud and proud villain, unashamed of having your face known to the world.

No, you’d rather just get in there, do what needs to be done, and then at the end of the day return to your normal waking life with the authorities none the wiser.

Your housemate hadn’t been home when you returned, which makes sense since you recall she has her work study starting up soon. Some might think it funny that you’re rooming with a pro-hero-in-training considering your pastime. What makes it even more twisted is the fact that not only does she go to U.A. University for the hero course, you actually attend the same university in the general studies course. It has occurred to you before that you’re walking a pretty dangerous line. Not much you can do about it though.

The fluorescent bulb hums above you, bathroom mirror reflecting back the grimace you can feel on your face. As you’d expected, there is a pretty nasty bruise blossoming across your stomach and lower ribcage. No internal damage, just a decent smattering of black and blue beginning to rise to the surface of your skin. It’s going to look pretty gnarly in a couple of days, you predict. It already hurts like a bitch.

Apart from the standard aching and throbbing of your limbs and joints, your legs are a little worse for wear. Whether you’ve pulled a muscle or just jostled them too hard in the impact earlier, they sing in pain every time you take a step and your knee bends. You wouldn’t be surprised if your kneecaps popped right off with how swollen they feel.

By the time you’ve done all the aftercare you can for your wounds, it’s pretty late. A glance to the clock in the kitchen saddens you with the news that it’s too late to have a heavy meal. Your housemate probably won’t be back until around midnight, and you’re pretty wiped out. Somewhat resigned at the recollection that you have a shift tomorrow morning as well, you head in the direction of your bedroom and shut yourself in.

Part of your brain remains lively despite your exhaustion, protesting that you need to plan your next moves, your next job. You slam your head into your pillow and forcibly mute that part— sleep now, plan later. The only way for you to kickstart healing your somewhat battered body is to get a decent amount of sleep, as you know from painful experience.

//

Your opening shift the next morning passes in a blur, and if any of your coworkers catch the pained look on your face as you bent a little too much over the coffee machine, then they graciously didn’t say anything.

It’s fortunate that everything in your life seems to exist within an area small enough that commuting is no issue. More often than not you find yourself walking from place to place instead of driving, simply because it’s easier, and the atmosphere is nice. Also because parking near your work is so ridiculously expensive that you’ve done it once and never again.

“I’m coming in!”

It’s all the warning you give your sister before walking into her apartment like you’re the landlord she’s renting from. She’s by the window beyond the kitchen, pruning a tiny little bonsai and murmuring to it softly. Probably words of encouragement, they seem to work best when your sister says them.

“Long time no see, fluffy-munchkins.” You can see the mirth in her eyes even from the entrance. Without shifting her gaze, she reaches her unoccupied hand to the side and strokes a gentle finger along the stem of a plant. Within moments, a stunning tiger lily has bloomed at the end, unfurling to reveal petals the colour of sunset that are emphasised by a smattering of darker spots and colouring towards the middle.

She doesn’t need to pluck it, it falls right off into her hand with all the grace of a downy feather. A gift. You move forward, taking the flower gratefully into your grasp.

Purity and commitment, huh. You let out a soft huff of a laugh, but she pays it no mind.

“What brings you to my humble abode today?” Rosalie asks, finally turning to face you. Her eyes are still bright as ever, but they don’t hold the same zest and determination you’re so used to seeing. Something throbs painfully in your chest at the observation.

“Undying love for my dearest sister,” you answer, taking the lily with you as you move to the kitchen and hit the switch on the electric kettle. The movements are almost mindless as you take two mugs from the cupboard and place them on the counter. “Tea? Or is today a coffee day?”

“A hot chocolate day,” your sister hums, going back to her pruning. She only continues a few seconds more before she leans back, satisfied, and moves the bonsai back to its original place. It almost seems to vibrate in happiness at her affections, leaves glowing and shifting ever so softly.

You nod in respect for her tastes. Today definitely feels like the perfect day for a hot chocolate. Temperate air with a cool breeze. You go about making one for each of you without pause.

“You just finished work, right? Aren’t you sick of making drinks by the time you get here?”

You snort, shooting your sister a smile. “Well, yeah. But I actually get to drink these ones, Rosie. Plus, they taste better with good company.”

She rolls her eyes, but you catch the smile on her face. With her hands now free, she brings them to the wheels by her sides and rolls closer. It’s a struggle to keep your own smile on your face.

“How are you feeling? You had another surgery recently, right?”

You can’t help but ask the question. The answering soft look on her face is so unwavering that it brings a small lump to rise in your throat.

“Yep!” Rosie comes parallel to a stool at the counter and hoists herself up, relying as minimally on her legs as she can. Part of the reason she can do that is due to the thick vines she has woven around them as support. She rests her elbows on the countertop. “Reconstruction takes time, as they love to say.”

It certainly seems to be that way. You can no longer count on one hand the amount of times your sister has gone under the knife in attempts to repair her legs. To this day she is still undergoing physiotherapy to keep them in use. You don’t want to think about it.

“Have you heard from mum recently?”

At the unexpected question, you turn to meet her inquisitive gaze. Her jade eyes are an outlier in your genetics, likely linked to the mutation that gives her her quirk.

“Yeah, she keeps asking me to quit my job at the cafe and come work at the sanctuary with her.”

“Well, in her eyes your quirk is most similar to hers,” your sister muses, swinging her gaze over the room as though on the lookout for a plant that doesn’t look as healthy and happy as the others. “You’re lucky dad isn’t trying to employ you at the nursery.”

At this, you snort. Your mother was given the ability to bond with animals, almost to the point of commanding them — though it’s similar to your sister’s power in that she doesn’t control the animals, but rather operates with a mutual respect. Your father on the other hand possesses the ability to shift and grow plants from his body. The technical aspects of your father’s quirk are much closer to your own.

Your quirk has been termed Animalia. You can summon the features of any animal and use them to replace your own for a duration of time. You must know how the anatomy of the feature works though, and you’re limited by how long and how many features you can sustain at any one time. Currently, your record is a tentative three – you feel you’re close to a breakthrough on that, though.

It’s like a very limited type of shapeshifting. It’s also easier the closer the animal is to your own genetics. Mammals are much easier than reptiles and amphibians. You’re getting better at the latter two, though. As seen with the arm stunt you pulled yesterday.

Perhaps it would prove useful to continue working on that aspect of your quirk if this is how all your future endeavours are going to turn out.

Shaking your head to bring yourself back to the present, you bring the finished drinks over to where your sister is sitting. You don’t join her on the stools, but instead remain standing. Your knees ache and your belly throbs a little too much for you to even think about hiking yourself up onto a stool right now.

“Plants don’t like me,” you say simply. It’s a bit of an exaggeration, but something you’ve espoused ever since you were a child. Plants didn’t love you like they did your father and sister, so they must hate you. It turned into a bit of a running joke. “You green thumb folk don’t like it when your plants get upset, right.”

Rosie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, as though she isn’t in a room full to the brim of greenery. It’s like a greenhouse in here almost; there’s more plants than when you were here last. It makes you cast a somewhat worried look in her direction.

“I won’t apologise for being popular,” she says, huffing like she’s talking about people instead of plants. She breaks her pose only to take a sip of her hot chocolate, at which point she lets out a noise of delight and proceeds to chug half the mug. “Oh, yum.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur, tasting your own drink. Not your best, but not bad either.

“Any new hobbies?”

The question gives your sister pause. “Well, I gave up on the watercolours. It’s not for me.”

You’re not surprised at that; your sister isn’t known for her patience.

“Nothing new?”

“I’ve just been reading,” she sighs, gaze flitting to the kitchen window. Vines drape from the curtain rod, replacing the normal material. The light breeze has them dancing. “I’ll find something soon. I’m thinking maybe needle felting. I saw a cute tutorial on how to do it the other day.”

“You might lose a finger,” you warn, downing more of your drink. The richness of the cocoa counteracts the bittersweet taste these visits always leave in your mouth.

“I’ve lost my legs, Bambi, I’m not exactly scared of losing a finger.”

Even the use of your childhood pet name doesn’t stop the way your heart sinks in your chest. She doesn’t say it to be mean or snarky. She’s simply making light of the situation she’s in. You still don’t understand it, how she can be so unaffected by what happened to her. She was devastated when it happened, of course, but then one day she just…. Switched. She let it go, so to speak.

You don’t think you can ever do that. Whether your sister forgave the culprit that did this to her or not, forgiveness isn’t something they’re ever going to get from you.

“Fair enough, Rosie,” you finally say, trying so very hard to muster a smile for your sister’s sake.

“Retirement is kind of boring,” Rosalie says, somewhat off in her own thoughts. “I don’t recommend it.”

No, you think. You don’t imagine she does.

Originally, after visiting your sister you planned to go home and work on one of your assignments. You definitely don’t have the focus for that right now, though. The visit has left you unsettled.

Breathing in the cool twilight air outside your sister’s apartment building, you make up your mind. Where you would have turned right down the street to return to your home, you instead turn left.

The night is young. You’ve got time to blow off some steam.

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Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ | Planning The Trip

Part One of my "Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™" headcanon series

Includes: (The Whole Gang) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Word Count: 3.9k

Relationships: The Avengers x F!Reader, Ambiguous; just how we like it ;)

Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ Master List

→The whole idea starts when the team is lounging at the compound doing regular™ team things

→A.K.A Wanda, y/n, Pietro, and Vision are in a pile on one of the couches cuddling, Clint and Nat are across the room playing pool, Bucky is making ramen in the kitchen, Steve is trying to convince Bucky to add an egg or something for more protein, Bruce and Stephen are talking neuroscience and bickering over techniques of spinal fluid something, Thor and Loki are fighting over the remote before Loki finally rolls his eyes and picks up the book y/n had left on the coffee table, Sam is asleep on the floor, and Tony is just tired

→In the madness though he picks up on the conversation happening between the four people on the couch

→“You’ve never been to Disney World?”

→Three rounds of “no” “nope” “I’ve only had a body for a year, y/n. When would I have gone to Disney World?”

→”Okay, yeah, good point, Vis. But y’all would love it. I haven’t been since high school but I want to go again so bad. We need a vacation.”

→Tony doesn’t even stick around to hear the rest, he’s already walking away while speaking to FRIDAY, telling her start pulling up the Disney site and analyzing it, disappearing to his lab and using all of his monitors to compare the resorts and try to decide where to stay that everyone would like (and where they would all fit because there’s too many of them)

→It doesn’t take him long to realize they’re going to need large accommodations

→Bruce is the first to notice that he’s gone, sneaking into the lab and scaring the hell out of Tony

→“Whatcha’ doing?”

→“Ah shit-- Bruce! How are you so quiet?”

→And then he points to the seven open listings on the monitors and explains that the team needs a break and that he heard y/n talking about Disney World and that he wants to surprise the team-- Bruce agrees immediately (the man is always in need of relaxation)-- and that’s how the team’s geek squad ends up playing Disney Dad #1 and Disney Dad #2 and planning the most extravagant vacation in less than three hours

→They have it down to a science after the first twenty minutes-- dividing what needs to be done and tackling it individually while bouncing ideas off one another

→“Do you think they want to eat at Beauty and The Beast Castle or Ariel’s Grotto the second night?” “I’m not sure-- book them both.” “Tony we can’t--” “FRIDAY, book them both.” “You got it Mr. Stark.”

→There’s a lot of Bruce wondering if what they’re booking is too expensive and even more of Tony reminding him that he’s a literal billionaire and that he could buy the Disney company if he wanted to-- that still doesn’t stop Bruce from suggesting more frugal methods from time to time-- it only makes Tony want to spend even more money because you need to lighten up, Banner

→The next person who realizes Tony and Bruce are gone is-- surprisingly-- Sam

→Honestly it’s only because he has to pass Tony’s lab on the way back from his room and he sticks his head in to tell them that “Romanoff and Barton ordered pizza if y’all want any… holy crap is that Disney World? Are we going to Dis--”

→Tony literally grabs him by the collar and tells him to hush it, birdman before pulling him into the room and explaining his plans for the second time-- “Yes, we are going to Disney World and I want it to be a surprise.”

→Sam just nods, his eyes on the screen and his brows beginning to push down and-- “Okay but why are you booking dinner at Mickey’s Backyard Barbecue on the same day that you have fast passes for World of Color at Epcot?”

→And Tony and Bruce blink and are just like “What?”

→And Sam is already at the computer, fingers stuttering over the weird ass hoverscreens while pulling up the page which shows that the World of Color has a whole ass dining experience-- Tony and Bruce have no clue that was even a thing-- and suddenly Sam is the one telling them what to plan because, as it turns out, this man loves Disney World and has been upwards of thirteen times and knows it inside and out

→Thank gods for Sam because these two Disney Dads™ were really shooting blindly into the abyss of trip planning without ever having gone to Disney World-- he has to shift around fast passes, dining reservations, water park tickets, and even the family portrait session that Tony demanded Bruce add

→He shows them all the things they don’t even think to plan-- firework shows, dessert parties, literally all of Downtown Disney-- Tony wants to be mad but he’s too busy picking his jaw up off the floor when Sam manages to book them for an After Dark Party in Magic Kingdom

→Bruce gets so excited when Sam tells him that’s a thing that he almost gives the plan away when Natasha comes rushing to see what all the noise is (it’s Banner jumping up and down like a toddler) -- he has to rush to the doorway, make up a lie about him dropping a piece of equipment, and then walk her back to the common area and play a round of pool with her to keep her questions at bay

→It’s all fine because Sam puts the final touches on the plan and has Tony give the order for FRIDAY to book it all and then it’s ready to tell the team

→They sneak back into the common area, it’s nine pm and everyone just looks so worn out

→Stephen is literally half way to snoring, legs curled under him on the love seat, doing that thing people do when they’re falling asleep and their head slumps and then they spring back awake, repeating the process an embarrassing amount of times but nobody’s even paying attention

→Steve and Bucky are talking quietly in the corners about whether or not they should just go to sleep because it’s Thursday and there’s really no point in staying up any longer

→Clint and Thor are sharing a bag of popcorn and half watching John Wick while discussing the inaccuracies of the movie-- “If he had a bow none of this would have happened.” “Or a hammer.” “Yeah, that too.”

→Yeah, they’re exhausted, and it makes the Disney Dads™ and Sam that much more excited to share the news

→Sam’s twiddling his hands behind his back and sharing smiles with Banner who’s trying to keep his excitement at bay and Tony is rolling his eyes but smiling too and for a moment nobody notices their cheshire grins and nervous foot tapping until finally y/n lifts her head from Pietro’s chest-- who complains at the action and lifts his head too-- and lazily asks

→“Tones, what on earth are you smiling about?”

→And the man opens his mouth but before he can even get the words out Bruce and Sam are already jumping up and down again and screaming “We’re going to Disney World!”

→And the room goes dead silent for three beats-- one, two, three-- and it feels like a million seconds and Tony’s face is dropping slowly and he’s ready to be like sike and then she jumps up, literally stepping on Pietro’s stomach, hurtling the back of the couch like a damn track star and rushing the man at full force, flinging herself at him and jumping into his arms and there are tears streaming down her face and she’s screaming

→“Tony you didn’t! Oh my gods you didn’t! You’re lying oh my god no! Are you serious?”

→And he’s nodding but he still can’t get a word in edgewise because she’s still rambling-- “You heard me oh my gods! You heard me and you did it! Tony that’s insane and reckless and oh my god I love you! Are we actually going? This isn’t a trick? Please don’t let this be a trick!”

→And he just laughs and spins her around and tells her that no, this isn’t a trick I’m not the mischief god here and Loki rolls his eyes but he’s also kind of excited despite the frown on his face

→They’re all excited

→Pietro and Wanda and screaming with Sam, slapping each other and just full on freaking out like children, incoherent and happy and raring to just go already

→In turn this wakes Stephen up who hears the madness and jumps up, on edge and ready to literally fight before he realizes what’s going on and calmly sits back down, nodding his head but not speaking because if this literal grown man opens his mouth he knows he’s going to freak out too because holy shit Disney World-- even sorcerers like Disney!

→Steve and Bucky are kind of confused-- they just barely remember Snow White when it came out but Disney World? They made a-- what is it? A theme park? Regardless they’re excited, ready to break the old men lull they’ve fallen into-- Bucky hears y/n ask if Tony booked water park tickets and gets super excited

→Vision is also confused but he sees everyone getting turnt over Disney World and decides that he is also excited-- Wanda momentarily stops being hyped up to ask him if he’s waterproof in which he goes into explicit detail about how yes, he is and he’ll show her if she’d like and she has to slap her hands over his mouth and tell him to hush

→Thor and Clint also turn into children but they’re the run around the room yelling types as opposed to the stand in a circle and scream types-- the gang is apparently just like fifteen children who barely manage to get things done apparently because they’re all hyped as fuck

→Clint sprints over to Nat whose hands are already up, ready to fight the man off because she knows what’s coming, but he’s too fast and too happy and uses all his assassin training to dodge her kick, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around until she’s giggling and slapping his back

→“Natty we’re going to fucking Disney World!”

→“I know you lug, I heard Stark too. Let me down!”

→He doesn’t-- he just shakes her harder, cheering with the rest of them

→Thor slumps down next to his brother, nudging his shoulder-- “Migardians are strange”-- and Loki nods but pulls out his phone and starts looking up what’s actually at Disney World and-- “Look, brother, our home… wait is that us?”-- and the brothers get sucked into a rabbit hole of the Norwegian pavilion and whatever the hell the Frozen ride is and why their pictures are there

→It takes thirty minutes for everyone to calm down enough for them to actually have a conversation about what on earth Tony and Bruce and Sam did-- it takes another ten minutes after that for Stephen to finally break through the chatter to ask the most important question-- “Guys, seriously. You can ask about the plans after. The main question here is when are we going.”

→And Tony glances at Bruce and shrugs and is like “Tomorrow.”

→And they all erupt again-- y/n and Wanda because they have to pack and Stephen because normal people don’t just up and go on Vacation, you’re supposed to make time and Clint and Pietro because holy shit we’re going to Disney tomorrow!-- but Tony just brushes the worry off and reminds them-- again-- that they’re superheroes and that he’s a billionaire and that they can go on vacation whenever they damn want

→Cue fifteen more minutes of freaking out and y/n tackling Tony and then tackling Bruce and then, finally, tackling Sam who scoops her up and all but tosses her in the air before thanking her profusely for putting the idea in Tony’s brain

→They spend the next few minutes fangirling together-- Sam raves about all the food he’s going to eat-- Mickey bars, corn dogs, pretzels, those huge turkey legs-- and y/n talks about how she wants to get all the autographs she can-- especially Goofy and Pluto-- and then Sam mentions the After Dark Party and, like Bruce, she freaks out

→Finally Wanda has to split them up, grabbing y/n with one hand and hauling her over to the other redhead who’s still being held hostage by the resident archer and grabbing Nat with the other-- when Clint protests she curls her fingers, warning him with a pinch of red magic, and he holds his hands up, backing away slowly but telling Nat she’d better come see him before they leave

→On the way out Steve asks where they’re going and Wanda almost threatens him too until Nat tells him they’re going to pack for tomorrow-- he then turns to Bucky and reiterates the idea to a less than enthusiastic super soldier who tries to argue that I can pack in the morning but Steve just isn’t having it-- it takes five minutes but finally Buck agrees (but only after Steve says Bucky can just throw his stuff in his bag)

→The girls spend the rest of the night giggling and packing, holding up dresses and putting them down, shoving things in each other's bags and dancing to a playlist of oldies from Wanda’s phone-- Nat is the most boring packer but after some threats to get resident archer involved she gets her act together

→Pietro comes in when he’s done and Wanda scoffs at what he has packed but he only shrugs, slumping on y/n’s bed and giving her grabby hands until she rejoins him

→“But Pietro what if I forget something?”

→“You worry too much-- can’t Stange make portals?” He has a point

→What they all pack:

→Tony: Suits and graphic t-shirts. He’s either rolling up to Disney World in a Metallica t-shirt or a full three piece suit there’s no inbetween. He’s really not concerned about packing-- he can just buy whatever he needs there. After a text from y/n though he throws in a few pairs of shorts that he didn't even know he owned and his M.I.T. hoodie. He tops it off with a few gadgets he thinks he might need-- FRIDAY’s chip and some nanotech-- and he’s good to go. Billionaires don’t need to pack.

→Steve: Clothes and toiletries. Boring, basic, forgets swim trunks until he sees Bucky put his swim trunks and nothing else into Steve’s bag. That’s how he remembers most things actually; by looking at what Bucky doesn’t put into the bag. Along the way he suggests what the super soldier might want to pack while adding a few extra of his own just in case. After thinking about it for a few minutes he adds two books-- one for each of them. He also adds some tools-- a screwdriver and some pliers-- in case Bucky’s arm starts acting up. He’s sure Stark will have something but in case he doesn't, those will hold it over.

→Bucky: Swim trunks. And, when Steve begs, he grumbles and adds a few button downs and henleys. He also sneaks in a few knives, burying them in the henleys. He watches Steve pack for him though and leaves it at that-- what’s the point of packing when the super soldier can just do it for him? He’s not stupid-- he’s tired and Steve is fussy. He’ll have what he needs and if he doesn’t then he’ll just make y/n go swimming with him. Then he won’t need anything. Easy peasy.

→Nat: She’s the most level headed packer of the bunch, spare maybe Bruce and Sam. She Packs what she’ll need-- not too much and not too little. If anything she packs too many of Clint’s hoodies (three). Part of that, though, is her knowing that he’s probably going to forget one. She packs her normal toiletries, making sure to add an extra stick of deodorant and a bottle of Wanda’s red nail polish because-- despite the fact that she spends an hour watching Wanda pack her entire room-- she just knows that the woman forgot a bottle of that stuff and that she’ll be upset if her nails look chipped in the pictures. Wanda and y/n make her pack a bikini despite the fact that she has two scars from Bucky still and they threaten to get Clint involved if she tries to refuse-- “I suggest you put that little black number in that bag right now unless you want some aggressive compliments, you hear me woman?” She didn’t have to be told twice.

→Clint: Not as much as he should. Never as much as he should. He packs boxers, a pair of swim trunks, a few regular shirts and shorts (not enough), a couple nice shirts and a pair of jeans, and his toiletries. He’s gone longer with less but-- like-- he doesn’t have to this time? Nat walks into his room as he finishes packing and takes one look at his bag before marching to his closet and adding a hat, a pair of sunglasses, a jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and socks because who the hell doesn’t pack socks when they’re going to be walking around for days, how the hell are you an accomplished assassin Clint?

→Wanda: She literally packs as much as she can-- think the essentials times three and then some, like five different dresses, two leather jackets (even though y/n reminds her that Orlando is hot), her laptop and her ipad, two pairs of headphones. She has a notebook, a sketch book, and a regular book. Six bikinis and a one-piece. Three hats, four pairs of sunglasses, enough panties to last a month, let alone a week. She packs heels, boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals. Two purses and a backpack. Wanda Maximoff is the epitome of team mom-- anything Nat and y/n forget she’ll have it. She also packs a few things that she thinks Pietro will forget-- a few nice outfits for nights out and his main toiletries. Oh-- and sunscreen! Lots and lots of sunscreen!

→Pietro: Well, let's just say that it’s a good thing Wanda thinks to pack some things for Pietro because this man barely remembers his toothbrush let alone his phone charger. He gets the basics-- the bare necessities-- like three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some (?) boxers, and like seven pairs of shoes because with how fast this man is he’s going to need them badly. He does, however, remember to pack his bathing suit and that’s more than a few people on the team can remember. Poor baby just wants to get there already-- he can just buy whatever he forgets.

→Vision: A very strange assortment of items. He doesn’t need clothes-- he can make whatever he would like appear on his body-- but he does want to feel included so Wanda gives him one of her backpacks and he puts like kind of random items into it. He sees a phone cord and shoves it in and like a hairbrush-- all items someone will need eventually but not him (later will find out that it’s the cord to Sam’s Iphone and will hand it over and have the audacity to say you’re welcome Samuel after doing it).

→Sam: He packs at least four ball caps. Nothing besides that really matters; he just knows how fucked you are if you don’t bring a hat and he’s bringing enough for the people who forget. As much as Bucky gets on his nerves he also packs him one. Besides that he packs normally-- t-shirts, shorts, shoes, socks, boxers-- all regular amounts. He freaks out a little when he can’t find his phone charger but he’ll just buy one when he gets there. He also brings a Polaroid camera and a shit ton of film-- some of his team members have never been and he will be documenting it all.

→Bruce: He’s the most boring packer and that isn’t a bad thing-- it’s the reason he has so many doctorates-- because he’s smart and level headed. He packs the clothes he needs with one extra of everything. He packs his toiletries. He doesn’t pack his whole room and he doesn’t pack nothing at all. He’s perfectly in the middle-- a Disney Dad™! He does, however, forget his swim trunks-- oops.

→Stephen: One backpack with a t-shirt, sweatpants, and swim trunks. That’s it. Why would he pack anything else? The man can open a portal whenever he needs! He’s always one step away from his bedroom! Stephen simply flicks his wrists and can change and rejoin the group in less time than it takes the rest of them to pull shit from their bags and wait for the washroom to free up. It’s actually a genius play.

→Loki: Despite being the most outwardly unenthusiastic he packs almost the exact same way that Wanda does. He’s a nervous packer. His brother laughs but, like, he has a point. Safe is better than sorry. It’s comical that he packs like five sweaters though considering that he can snap his fingers and make the sweater appear. All his clothes are either green or black. He packs at least one all black suit. Thor has to force him to add a red Hawaiian shirt and he scoffs at it and shoves it to the bottom. Definitely packs three pairs of swim trunks because he doesn’t like putting them one while they’re still wet. He doesn’t even know if he’s going to go swimming but he’s still doing it anyway. He also packs the scrunchie y/n gave him to keep his hair out of the way and when Thor tries to say shit about it he pulls a dagger from thin air and just chucks it. After dodging it Thor asks why don’t you just make your clothes appear the same way?

→Thor: Enough but, like, definitely not enough. The normal things but like less. He figures he’s going to be spending most of his time in his bathing suit anyway. Loki tries to remind him that he can’t go shirtless in the parks (he looked it up already) but he doesn't listen. It really is a good thing his brother can make things appear from thin air. He’s the type of guy to be content in a pair of flip flops and an open button down. He does, however, bring one of those dad-esque fanny packs and somehow he makes it look hot.

→Y/n: Literally packs the same as Wanda, if just a tad less. So many clothes that it’s insane. She, however, has the added bonus of her old Mickey ears-- a pink sequined pair that are a little worse from wear but still pretty. She packs a bucket hat to pin collectable pins to. She makes sure to leave extra room in her suitcase for souvenirs. She’s had her eye on the luxury bath salts from the Grand Floridian ever since the Disney Instagram posted them a few months ago and now that she’s going she won’t be leaving without them. She also packs the strapless dress she’s been meaning to wear for months now-- she doesn’t know who’s going to be there to admire it but she’s sure there’s at least one person who will. Besides, Nat’s been telling her to wear it for ages.

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A Night To Remember (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hi!! Can I request a fic about giving Kelley O’Hara a lap dance? thank you in advance (if you choose to do this request lol) YOU’RE AMAZING ❤️

This was in NO WAY planned to be a Kelley birthday fic,  but honestly, it falls into place so perfectly, so think of this as a belated story for Kelley’s Birthdayyyyyy! 

THERE’S SMOOT IN THIS ONE, SKIP IF IT’S NOT YOUR THING. 

If you would’ve asked Kelley O’Hara what she was doing for her birthday, the LAST thing she’d guess was renting out a bar with her teammates, a bar full of free drinks and the usual USWNT shenanigans.  

“Seriously, I’m 32 years old, why am I letting you blindfold me, why did I let you talk me into this?” Kelley growls as Alex shoves her into a seat, the forward grinning as she ties the blindfold around her head.  

“Oh, calm down.” Sonnett ruffles her hair, earning an eye roll from the defender, even if she can’t see it.  

“Yeah, you know you want to see what happens.” Megan yells from the bar.  

Kelley huffs, knowing full well she was curious about what the women had in store for her.

She realizes a split second too late what was going to happen, music filling the air as someone pushes her legs apart.

“Oh Christ.” Kelley mumbles at the feel of someone dancing in front of her, her hands finding purchase on, what she realizes, is a woman’s waist.

The defender’s cheeks flush as the woman’s hips roll, Kelley’s mouth drying at the feel of it.  

Kelley rolls her eyes at the wolf whistle Tobin lets out, hearing a more, mediocre whistle that she knows came from Emily.  

“YEAH GET IT!” Ashlyn yells, Kelley’s cheeks flushing even darker as the woman straddles her waist, rolling her hips.  

Kelley’s breath hitches as the woman rolls her hips in a way that makes her core embarrassingly throb, the woman’s eyes wide when she hears a breathy chuckle, a familiar chuckle.  

Hands settle on her shoulders, the hands gentle, whereas the woman’s hips roll wildly.  

Her forehead rests against Kelley’s the defender’s eyes widening as she tears her blindfold off her face, the woman realizing her suspicions were correct, and it was in fact Y/N, who is currently straddling her lap.  

“Uhh...” Kelley swallows hard, her eyes locked with yours as you continue your dance.  

“You know I’m the best dancer on the team.” You wink, a scoff sounding from the bar.  

“I BEG TO DIFFER.” Crystal yells and you snort.  

“Then get over here.” You trap your tongue between your teeth, sending her a smirk, the woman holding her hands up in surrender.  

“Noooo thanks, seems like you’ve got it under control.” Crystal sends Kelley a stealthy wink, the defender’s cheeks flushing.  

“What do you think?” You whisper in her ear, the defender’s eyes fluttering shut. 

“You’re asking me to think right now?” She snorts, swallowing hard when you flip around in her lap, your ass grinding against the front of her pants.  

“I need to know if I’m doing a good job, may quit soccer and become a dancer.” You jest, the defender growling as she wraps her arms around you.  

“You better not.”  

You laugh.  

“Oh, why not? Would you miss me?” You ask, turning in Kelley’s lap, the woman’s brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C orbs as she cups your cheeks.  

“Of course, I would.” She whispers, her eyes shining with something you’d seen before, something that makes your heart skip a beat.  

Your eyes search her face intently, noting the slight flush of her cheeks and the way her pupils dilate when she looks at you, her eyes glassy from the effects of the alcohol.

“YOU’RE BEING PAID BY THE HOUR.” Emily yells and you scoff, giving her the middle finger, swiveling your hips, your eyes widening when Kelley leans her head back, her breath catching in her throat.  

You bite your bottom lip, a familiar sensation forming between your legs that makes your cheeks flush even darker than they had been before.  

Kelley core throbs as she stares into your Y/E/C orbs, her eyes nearly as black, as your own.  

“They’re literally about to fuck right here.” Emily mumbles, yelping when Lindsey flicks her in the head.  

“Shhhhh!”  

At the sound of Emily’s yelp the two of you pull apart, the defender frowning when you leap from her lap, rubbing the back of your neck as you clear your throat.  

“S-Sorry... I...” You shake your head. “I need a drink.” You mumble to yourself as you move towards the bar, Kelley craning her neck, taking a deep breath before she stands.  

“Yeah, me too.”  

                                                              ***

The first thing you feel when you wake the following morning is your head, throbbing painfully along with the rest of your body.  

You stretch, hand smacking something beside you, well, more like someone.  

“Hey, why did you hit me?”  

You sit up abruptly, as does your currently bed fellow, your head spinning as as your blurry eyes settle on Kelley, the woman staring at you with wide eyes, the woman almost entirely bare.  

It’s then you realize that you too are almost entirely bare, your cheeks and body flushing.  

“Holy-”  

You start, Kelley finishing your train of thoughts moments later.

“Shit.”

The two of you remain still, unable to move as your minds race, trying to remember the events from the night before, but the hickies covering your neck tell a story all of their own.  

“I-

You’re unable to keep your eyes locked with hers, instead, your gaze falling to the woman’s bare upper body.  

Kelley’s eyes widen, her cheeks blood red when you abruptly turn away, giving her the opportunity to do some staring all of her own.

You can feel the defender’s eyes on you, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you turn back to her, catching her ogling you shamelessly.  

“Do you remember anything?” You ask, pulling Kelley from her daze, the woman shaking her head.  

“N-No.”  

You’re unable to bite back a smile, a smile that makes Kelley’s eyes narrow.  

“So, you can’t remember how good I was?”  

Kelley scoffs, loudly.  

“If either of us was good, it was me.”  

You hum, Kelley’s eyes widening when your eyes run down her front.  

It takes a moment for your head to catch up with what’s happening, but when it does, you realize you’re on your back, Kelley hovering over you.  

“I-I wish I could remember...” She confesses quietly, your tongue swiping at your lips as you cup Kelley’s cheek.  

“Me too.” You whisper, smiling when Kelley leans into your touch.  

“Wh-Why?” She asks nervously and you smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  

“I-I’ve wanted it with you for a long...” You pause. ���Long time.”  

Kelley stiffens, her demeanor making you want to back pedal, but you don’t, resulting in Kelley’s hand moving to cover your own.  

“Y-You have?” She asks in disbelief and you nod, sitting up, completely uncaring the fact that the two of you are nearly naked.  

“I’ve wanted more with you for a long time Kel... I just, never had the courage to tell you...” You chuckle nervously.  

“I guess since I’m still a little drunk, I’ve lost my filter...”

Kelley laughs, turning her head to kiss the center of your palm.  

“What if, what if I wanted more too...?” She whispers against your palm and you smile, sitting up.  

Your fingers tangle in the hairs at the base of her neck, gently guiding the woman forward, giving her enough time to pull away before your lips meet.  

Kissing Kelley O’Hara is more than you ever thought it would be, more than your imagination could have ever cooked up.  

Her lips are soft, yet firm, tender yet strong.  

Kissing her feels like coming home, the kiss shared between you two feeling like the first of many to come.  

The two of you part momentarily before you’re both leaning in, your fingers tangling in Kelley’s hair as the kisses intensify.  

It’s when Kelley’s tongue flicks against your bottom lip that your lips part, the defender’s tongue brushing tentatively against yours.  

To say fireworks, go off when your tongues meet would be an understatement, Kelley’s tongue eagerly meeting yours again and again, chasing the feeling of dynamite bursting in your chests, the feeling shooting straight to your cores.  

The two of you abruptly part, your eyes wide as they search one another’s face for any sign of regret, when you find none, Kelley climbs on top of you.  

You lick your lips catching sight of the damp, darkened patch of Kelley’s boy shorts, the woman’s excitement apparent.  

“Do you want me to stop?” Kelley asks, eyeing you hungrily and you shake your head.  

Kelley inhales sharply when you roll the two of you over, the defender now flat on her back.  

You duck down, burying your face in her neck, nibbling on her pulse point, the woman craning her neck to expose more of her flesh to you.  

You lick a line up her neck, nibbling at her jawline before your lips brush her earlobe.  

“Do you want ME to stop?” You ask, the woman scoffing.  

“You better not.”  

Kelley cries out when you pull back, your fingers brushing the apex between her thighs.  

“I won’t, not when you seem so excited.”  

Kelley pouts, her cheeks flushing.  

“Shut u-

Kelley’s unable to finish her sentence, her words turning into a moan as you teasingly rub the damp spot on her boy shorts.  

“What was that?” You ask teasingly, the woman’s brows furrowed in pleasure.  

You take pity on her, stroking her even harder through her bottoms, the woman’s breath hitching the faster you rub.  

“Y/N...” She moans, gasping when you start to palm her chest, teasingly brushing one of her erect nipples with the pad of your thumb.  

“Like that?” You ask, throatily and Kelley nods.  

“Y-Y-Yeah, just like that.”  

You watch intently as Kelley’s facial expression twitches, brows furrowing as her mouth opens and closes, the woman lost in her pleasure.  

Watching her face twitch and contort in pleasure is a drug, a drug you immediately become addicted to, wanting to see it as much as you possibly can. 

Kelley’s eyes flutter open, revealing her no longer brown, but now black orbs, the woman’s lips parting in a soft moan, wanting to get a visual of your reaction. 

Your breath hitches, your fingers pressing harder against her, resulting in another, breathy moan.  

“Fuck.”

The two of you chuckle when you realize you’d uttered the same sentiment, both leaning in at the same time, your foreheads resting against one another.  

Your lips meet again and again, as your fingers pick up speed, Kelley’s lips parting in a moan.  

“Right there?” You ask, the woman’s hot breath puffing into your open mouth.  

“R-Right there.”  

Your foreheads rest together, your noses squished together as your fingers work between her legs, the woman’s boy shorts soaked.  

Kelley’s arms slip beneath yours, her nails digging into your back as she rolls her hips.  

“D-Don’t stop.” She begs, gasping when your hand slips in her boy shorts, the woman’s brown orbs flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.  

The second your fingertips brush Kelley’s clit, with no barrier, she cries out, ducking down to bury her face in your neck as your hips roll.  

“Y/N!” Kelley cries when she feels your fingertips tease her entrance, the woman’s bottom lip trapped between her teeth.  

Kelley’s eyes remain locked with yours as you slip one finger inside of her, the woman sighing loudly as your digit explores her tight heat.  

It’s when your finger curls that you start to feel Kelley’s walls fluttering around your finger.  

You smirk, slipping your digit out of her before adding another, the woman covered in a thin sheen of sweat as your fingers start to move, a crinkle forming between her furrowed brows.  

You curl your fingers in just the right way, earning a breathy, high pitched moan from the defender’s open mouth, the woman’s hips rolling sloppily.  

“I-I’M-”

Kelley is unable to finish her sentence before her walls are clamping down around your fingers, the woman’s body stiffening before her body convulses violently.  

Your fingers slow, your eyes focused on the writhing woman beneath you, a woman who’s completely lost in her pleasure.  

Kelley’s hips slow before her body eventually sags, the woman panting heavily.  

You slip your fingers out of her as tenderly as you can, the woman gasping, eyes zeroing in on the way you suck your fingers clean.  

“F-F-F-Fuck.” She grunts as you fall onto the bed beside her, the woman curling into your side.  

You grin smugly, the woman rolling her eyes as she slaps you in your bare stomach.  

“What?” You chuckle, the woman bumping her nose against your neck.  

“Wipe that cocky grin off your face.”  

You shrug, smirking cockily instead.  

“Is this better?”  

Kelley groans, rolling over on top of you, the woman growling as she leans down, her lips hovering inches away from your own.  

“I know how to wipe that smirk off your face...” She smirks and you hum.  

“Oh yeah, how?” You challenge, smirk widening.  

“Like this...”  

Your eyes flutter shut as your and Kelley’s lips meet again and again, a night that began with a lap dance ending in a much higher NSFW way.

                                                              ***

“Kel, you couldn’t just puke on the floor so we could clean it up, you had to puke on me!” You groan as the two of you stumble into the hotel room, Kelley giggling loudly.  

“Well, if it makes you feel better, got some on me toooooooooo!” She slurs, the woman pointing at her shirt.  

You lock the door, turning around just as Kelley is jerking her shirt over her head and undoing her bra.  

“Kelley, put your clothes on.” You slur, the defender scoffing.  

“Pantie partyyyyyyyyyyy!” She sings as she shimmies out of her pants and dives into bed, in nothing but a pair of boy shorts.  

You shake your head, giggling as the woman rolls around.  

“Come on Y/NNNNNNNNN! It’s funnnnnn!” Kelley cackles and you shake your head, shedding your shirt, bra and jeans with an eyeroll.  

“Sit still Kelllll!” You groan as you flop onto the bed, the woman instead rolling on top of you with a snort.  

You howl with laughter as Kelley bites your neck over and over again playfully before she eventually stills.  

“Kel...” You give her a shake, shaking your head when she lets out a snore, the woman fast asleep.  

You yawn, wrapping your arms tightly around her.  

“Happy Birthday idiot.”  

                                                              ***

You wake with a start, sitting up so fast that you wake the woman beside you.  

“Wh-What is it?” She asks, still half asleep her eyes narrowed.  

“We weren’t naked because we slept together, we were naked because you puked on me.”  

Kelley’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushing blood red.  

“Wh-Wh-What about the hickies...?” She stammers and you snort.  

“You kept biting my neck like a weirdo and we both passed out...”  

Kelley chuckles, shaking her head, her eyes wide.  

“S-So, that was our first time...?” She asks, cringing internally, hoping your reaction is a positive one.  

“Yeah, it was.”

The two of you fall silent again, that is until Kelley finds the courage to speak.  

“D-Do you regret it?” She whispers, terrified of what your response might be.  

You turn towards her abruptly, your eyes wide.  

“Of course not, I could never regret anything with you.” You whisper as you cup her cheek, the woman’s eyes closing as she leans into your touch.  

"I meant everything I said last night, I’ve wanted to be with you for a long, long time...” You whisper, gauging her reaction, the woman grinning.  

“So...?” She hums, your brows furrowing in question.  

“So, do you want to try... To uhhh... Be together...?” Kelley glances away nervously and you snicker, the woman’s nervousness endearing.  

“More than anything.”  

Kelley practically tackles you, the bare woman on top of you as she surges in for a kiss, your lips meeting tenderly over and over again, the two of you giggling wildly.  

You eventually go silent, breathing heavily as you stare into one another’s eyes, both grinning.  

“So? Did you have a good birthday?” You ask, the defender beaming as she leans in to press a kiss to your lips.  

“The best.” 

[jjk-biased]

youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: fluff, crack, some angst

chapter summary: after somehow placing 2nd overall on OGN's e-sports festival, jin fulfills his bet by taking you and your friends to lotte world for a hopefully stress-free and peaceful day.

words: 1.8k (cannot be read as standalone)

warnings: aside from cussing, none!

24. unsaid feelings

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The fireworks painted the dark sky with bright hues of red and blue. And while it could be the most beautiful view they've ever seen, Jungkook would beg to differ.

You were his prettiest view. The way your eyes would twinkle at each spark. How bright your smile would become as the glitters danced in the sky. The way your delicate hand encased in his would tighten at each exciting moment.

You were breathtaking.

Jungkook had long since ceased watching the show. He instead chose to observe your reactions to it with a dumb smile on his face. It was adorable. You were adorable.

Finally feeling his gaze on you, you found yourself turning red. Your eyes met his, then you two leaned closer.

and closer

and closer.

Until your lips were a few centimeters apart.

As the last and greatest firework exploded, you two ki—

“WAKE THE HELL UP YOU DORKS!!!”

for fucks’ sake.

Laughter rang throughout the living room as Jungkook fell from the couch. They all slept at Namjoon’s house once again after the e-sports festival had ended and it extended until today. Like how the first sleepover turned out, everyone fell asleep in the living room.

“Noisy much, Jin?” You grumble, also waking up from Jin’s morning call.

“If we wanna enjoy Lotte World and get there early, y’all shoulda been up and about.”

“IT’S ONLY 7 AM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Hoseok, who somehow already had an immense amount of energy, cackled at you and Jungkook’s state. The others wordlessly began to wash their faces, some opted to help Jin with breakfast.

After a long time of preparing, the rambunctious group of friends finally went on their trip to Lotte World.

Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, however, the little shits had planned something that you’re not sure whether to be thankful of or angry at.

Jungkook had finally admitted to everyone else, while you were fast asleep on the floor in between Namjoon and Hoseok, that he had been harboring a genuine liking towards you. He had gone to sleep not long after, and that was when Taehyung began to brew plans to give him a little push.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gone to any amusement park, so you had a child-like wonder painted on your face when everyone went in. It was absolutely adorable to say the least and even if Jungkook was unable to say it out loud, his dopey grin was enough.

You all thought it was a good idea to start the peaceful day with death disguised as rollercoasters. You’re sure you know who wanted everyone to die so early in the day, the terrified looks of all but one little shit told you more than you need to know.

“Do we really have to do what he says?” You grumble as Jungkook basks in his success.

“Might as well do it now when the line isn’t as long…” Yoongi trailed off, slowly losing the confidence he had stored in when he heard the shrieks of the people.

Luck might not be with you today when everyone scrambled to sit at the safest parts of the cart— which is everywhere but the first row. Moreover, the only person left to sit with you was none other than the idiot responsible for your demise that day.

“Hurry up pumpkin, you’re so slow!”

Whatever retort you wanted to throw was shoved in your throat when the staff secured your death seat.

“Aw is little pumpkin scared?”

“For the last time, jungleboy, I am nOT LI— FUCK THIS RIDE AAAAAH”

To say the least, your luck took a vacation and left you to suffer with Jungkook and the others.

Everyone decided to eat lunch after that traumatizing event. Namjoon and Jin were scouting for a place to eat, Hoseok and Yoongi decided to look for food choices, and that left you with the three youngest idiots of your idiot group to explore the rigged booths.

There was a shooting game where you just had to knock over the pyramid of cans to get the fluffiest alpaca ever. And while you’ve ingrained it in your mind that these games are scams, the child in you couldn’t resist wanting to win one because 1) alpaca soft 2) alpaca big.

Jungkook wasn’t an idiot— dear lord, someone tell him — or at least he could tell the meaning of your longing stare towards the cute alpaca plush.

With a sigh, he stopped you from doing one of the most dramatic “goodbyes” ever to an alpaca plush and tried for the game.

“Step right up, mister! Win anything in this booth for your girlfriend for the small price of ₩5,000!”

“Oh, w-we aren’t— he isn’t,” you pathetically denied. It seemed you were the only one who got embarrassed though because Jungkook didn’t deny anything.

He did it with so much ease that even the staff was left speechless at his show. Maybe it was the alpaca he gave you talking, but damn did butterflies erupt in your tummy. He looked so cool shooting the cans with so much focus. To think he spent money and did so just for you, you were sure your heart melted (and it wasn’t because of the heat!!)

You thought the funny feeling would die down after.

Boy were you wrong.

Time after time after time again, he never failed to make you feel giddy inside.

When the two of you were paired up for this horror house, he never made you feel embarrassed. He instead offered his arm to you, even going as far as wrapping said arm around you so you could find refuge in him when a particular bit scares you more. Poor boy was too flustered from the entire ordeal to even notice some of the scarers.

Then there was this time where he cheered out of glee when you won from one of the booths. (you two used Jin’s money though lmao) He had complimented you endlessly on how “great you were, pumpkin!”

Though he’d often tease you about your shorter stature, he lets you use him as a shade from the harsh sunlight. It was a small but nice gesture.

Everyone else retreated to the restrooms after thinking it was a good idea to drink a lot before going to the teacups ride. The look on their faces was a memory you’ll never forget.

You two sat on one of those benches nearby and began to talk about random things— ramens and gaming included. Jungkook received a text from Jimin saying that the lines were too long and they could roam around while waiting.

“How about we go to those souvenir shops? I wanna buy something now before it gets too crowded,” You suggested, pointing to the array of stores.

“I don’t mind that, let’s go!” He cheered, taking hold of your hand (you don’t know if he’s aware of that or not but it made you red).

The next hour was spent trying on dorky thingamajigs and whatnot. After trying on a pair of funny specs, you decided it was time to go back to checking out rides.

The sun had begun to set and pink hues scattered through the sky. It allowed for a more calm and serene mood to set in as you two walked, your arms linked, and roamed around the parks (as well as trying to ignore the bustling noise of happy kids and crying babies lmfao)

Ramen, that was the name of the alpaca Jungkook won for you, was safely tucked in his arms. You, on the other hand, were busy munching on the popcorn that Jungkook bought (it was supposed to be for himself but you had your ways)

You probably didn’t hear whatever was going around, too busy eating his popcorn to care, but Jungkook heard every murmur people threw your way. Admittedly, he wished that you two were actually a couple like the little kid said

He wasn’t sure how it began. You two started on a rather weird meeting— with you mocking his so-called fifth grader level skills in Overwatch to him replying rather pettily to win the argument. Somewhere down the line, you two actually had common friends and were forced to meet. That was the moment he was taken aback by you.

Well honestly, he was always taken aback.

You were witty; always had comebacks ready to deploy for every remark he had. You were skilled; not only a master at time management for balancing college life with your career, but also great at gaming. You were kind-hearted; though your verbal jabs were piercing, he knew you meant no harm.

You were too good for this world.

So when he had scared you, rather unintentionally, with a horror game, he regretted it so much. But to be honest, he was also thankful for that day. God knows he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to “restart” how he treated you if he hadn’t fucked up.

You probably didn’t notice how his teasing now focused more on the thought of you with him. While he isn’t the best at conveying romantic feelings, he was absolutely fluent in memes.

Thank god for memes.

But at some point, he does have to tell you what’s going on. He can’t stay in this weird space with you— somewhere between friends who fight and friends who flirt. With a shaky sigh, he decided today was the day.

As if the universe were with him, you then finally noticed his silence. It was heart-warming to see concern in your pretty face when you took note of the unusual quietness.

“Are you okay, kook?”

Like a goldfish out of water, he opened his mouth then closed it again.

Fuck, it was harder than he thought.

Thousands of thoughts went through his head. Will you take him seriously? Will you stop being friends? Will you hate him for the feelings he harbored?

Every negative thought disappeared at the sound of your amused laugh.

He reminds himself why he liked you so much and gathers little courage to speak out his mind.

This is it.

Oh my god, this is it.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He trailed off, now facing her properly. (poor Ramen was being squeezed to death)

You became nervous. Did he notice my staring? Holy shit is he gonna tell me I’m weird?

“I think I li—”

“Y/N!”

Internally groaning at yet another interruption, Jungkook turned to whoever decided to call you out. It was a guy, definitely older than you. He turned to you, silently questioning if you knew the intruder, and was surprised to see none of your cheery aura.

You were livid.

“Daniel Y/L/N.”

a/n: tumblr decided to be a bitch and didn't save every edit i made so this took awhile. also, #danielisoverparty and oops, y'all thought Daniel was an ex lmao ig i made him sound too ex-y 🤡

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[fishmongeringstudies]

scene fifteen: in moments of deep and debilitating anxiety remember that someone out there is thinking about how to fit a horse-shaped figurine up their ass and that they will probably succeed

in the history of sexuality: volume one michel foucault puts forth the idea that we as a society have gotten bad at dying due to a lack of practice. in the place of death, he posits, we obsess with life. every tedious stage of it, spotlit and burnt into our retinas so that even when we lie awake in bed with our eyes shut, visions of the future stalk through the darkness like specters. we are categorically unable to predict what lies ahead on the yellow brick road and obligated to try. as a result, we have become shrewd, planning creatures.

we have lost our touch with death. we are out of touch with it. we do not die enough, even though everyone you speak to will likely agree that each of us only dies once.

in a half-hearted bid to help its students cope with the fact that the world had been consumed overnight by a pandemic which was steadily eating away at the sanity and sanctity of life as we knew it and everything was fucking terrible, my college came up with a plan wherein instead of four classes in the fall, we would only have to take three. in exchange january would be given up to a four-week speedrun of one more class, so as to complete the holy rectangle. consumed with hubris and distracted by the legend of zelda: breath of the wild, the game which had eaten up the last five months of my life and promised to follow up with the rest of it, i decided to take a philosophy course on personal identity. on the first day of class i logged onto zoom, my personal sleep paralysis demon, at eleven on a monday night to my professor asking us completely seriously: what makes you you?

my toes, i guess? i have ten of them. i mean most people have ten toes, but mine are pretty weird looking. are we done here?

we were not done here. we proceeded to investigate every aspect of the twenty-first century conception of the self, from the lumpy flesh bag which contained our affectionately soft and squishy parts to the memory, the continuous narrative that held all our dimmest and brightest moments together. we doubted each one, flirted with it; then we cast it away. was the self the brain? no. was the self the body? no. was the self the memory, the shreds of past glories, was the self actually a collection of selves? is the you who plucked that goldfish out of the pond at age seven because you thought lungs meant you were invincible the same you who wrung their hands nervously together as they stood in front of the cashier this morning, waiting for the person behind the counter to ring up your groceries?

there was a counter for everything, you see. i know this because i presented a quarter of them. it's fun to shoot things down, less fun to be shot at; having been gunned out of the sky several times in my life i make it a point to keep my eyes trained on the horizon when i am out and about these days. so yes. people are not really. really what? they simply aren't. we have been living in a farce of reality, telling ourselves we matter when we have never been able to articulate with certainty the exact nature of that 'we' to begin with. or should i say me?

one night in late january while lying in bed after a three hour breath of the wild korok hunt, drifting peacefully into the ether, a thought flashed across my mind: WHERE DO PEOPLE GO WHEN THEY FALL ASLEEP.

i bolted upright in bed, heart hammering like there was a hammer in my chest and a little man holding the hammer and that motherfucker was swinging like he had hell to pay.

it turns out my extensive history of making jokes about immortality isn't just a reflection of my overinflated ego. it's a reflection of this:

michel foucault was sometimes criticized for his armchair philosophy style of tackling what were, at heart, deeply empirical human issues. even if the epistemic foundations were sound, there was often a clear disconnect between the ideas he espoused and the communities which they were to be applied to. this is a criticism every philosopher deals with at some point in their life. this is a critique of philosophy as a whole. stop smoking your damn bong and get back out here, skinny academia man. there's a whole world to see.

in season three episode eighteen of the penumbra podcast by sophie takagi kaner and kevin vibert a character named buddy aurinko stops in the middle of a debilitating fit of coughs, and admits in a wet, cracking voice that she does not want to die. 'i don't want to die,' she says to herself, standing in her office and overlooking a heist of astronomical proportions. her heart is made of steel; it pumps gasoline through a body more metal than flesh. she is half human in the most literal sense, with a clockwork soul and a gunmetal smile. in spite of the alarming state of decay the radiation exposure has left her body in, she wants to live. she fights for it. she leaves the heist to her crewmates and escapes to a room that will protect her from shock waves that would otherwise stop her mechanical heart. kicking her heels off and running and stumbling down the hallway, she makes it to safety just in time to hear the explosion go off.

life is a firework show in the sense that we are surrounded by highly-flammable and explosive objects which look nice from afar and are a threat to our safety up close. this analogy made sense when i started typing it but it seems i've come up short. life is a firework show. i like things that eat darkness. i am a firefly. i make fire take flight.

i think michel foucault was right, in some ways. we are living in abundance. i do not mean a physical abundance, a pile of tailored suits at the foot of the bed; i mean an abundance of life. the distribution is disastrously uneven. but the average is high. we emerge into a life which assumes we will stay for a long, long time, which fluffs the pillows and plans the high school graduations and sets aside money in a bank account for our first car, our second apartment, our third lover. we emerge into celebration. happy birthday. cue candles. cue applause.

but on a purely individual level, is it really that bad to be gorilla-glued to life? should we expect the other shoe to drop at thirty instead? what about the mid-life crisis? what about the cat on the windowsill? as death grows to terrify us, so does life. they are two sides of a coin which, when flipped, always lands heads-up. but i propose a counter-argument. i propose joy. joy in standing in the supermarket and running your hands across rows of blushing apples. joy in starting an argument you know you will win. joy in waking up to the shrill screech of your alarm only to discover that today's morning classes have been canceled due to the snow piled up outside your window. we have progressed too far down the yellow brick path to be caught up in false dichotomies. you can love something you fear. you can soak yourself in it, drench yourself in it, tip it down your throat like champagne. flip a coin and it lands both sides up. flip two coins. flip the table and sit on its belly for a while.

are we done here? never. not in a thousand years.

06.04.21

[steamedlem0ns]

Adventures in Goth Sitting Chapter 2: Getting to know your goths dark side.

Part one:

Pairing Bucky x Chubby Powered Female Original Character (Morticia)

Word Count: ~1900

Summary: A glimpse of power has Bucky taking things into his own hands, with a little bit of help.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit sexual content, dubcon (to be safe), fingering, kinda Dark!Bucky, angst, cursing, drinking, fighting, under the influence of power

Two weeks had passed since the Jumping as I liked to refer to it. Things had, unfortunately and predictably, slipped back to normal. Bucky and I were floating on opposite sides of the universe.

He was sent for a mission three days after and Steve made a point to tell me about his lack of nightmares. ‘Hasn’t happened for more than a night in years, Morty.’

It has nothing to do with me. And that was a hill I’d happily die on.

I sat on the communal couch, legs propped up on Loki as we watched another episode of Goosebumps. Nostalgia was like heroin to the God of Mischief and he was loving this show so far. He’d prodded about my outing with the Soldier but after I smashed a purple tendril into the side of his face he shut up. We’d just fallen into another episode when the sudden silence of our room was shattered.

The doors to the elevator hissed open and out stepped three drunk, loud men. Bucky and Steve had unbuttoned their shirts and Sam had simply shed his. A flask hung off of Buckys belt loop and I laughed.

Turning to Loki, I questioned, “Did you give them that?” He smirked and shrugged,

“The good Capitan said they needed a “boys night” and he said liquor would help. I was simply, helping a friend.”

I smacked his arm and laughed. Mischief, always.

“Morticiaaaaaa!” Sang Steve. The bumbling blonde ran over to the couch and draped himself over the back leaning his head to the side to look at me.

“Show em your pets.” He said. My eyes went wide. Pets. No. He didn’t tell them.

“Yeah, show us your pets, living dead girl.” Sam joined. He hiccuped and gripped onto Buckys side for balance.

“No. Steve, they aren’t pets. They’re a part of me and they’re dangerous. I’m not whipping them out to entertain a bunch of sloshed old men.”

He pouted. Steve Rogers stuck his plump, pink bottom lip out and pouted like a child.

“Please? Well stay back. I told them how cool it looks. Like scary fireworks.”

I relented after several moments of staring at him all big eyes and sweet cheeks.

Loki grabbed my arm as I stood and shot me a look, making sure I was okay with this. I brushed him off gently and he begrudgingly let me go.

“Everyone has to step back and stay back. Steve was wrong,” I walked to the edge of the room near the windows, “they aren’t pets. They’re me.” I glanced at Loki, “Keep them back, please.” He nodded and went to stand, gathering Steve and pulling the other two back toward the other side of the space.

It was like riding a bike, truthfully. Calling my tendrils was just muscle memory, but their impact and power consumption was nothing to joke about. It comes from my chest, deep from within. A cold fire that burns through my very soul, then they come out to play. Long whisps of neon purple dance from my fingertips as they seek to feed.

“They aren’t pets. They feed on impurity, deviousness, and evil. They feed my power without taking a soul. But, arguably their impact is worse.” I let them sing and crawl through the air for a moment, not paying attention to the awestruck group watching. And then I killed them, closed my hands and shut it off. My body crumbled. I fell hard to the marble floor and heaved in as much air as I could. Bringing them out without feeding was too much.

Before I could think again I felt hands wrap around my jaw, tenderly. I looked up to see Loki and Bucky crouched by me, obvious concern etched onto their features.

“I’m okay. It’s just a lot.” I assured them. Bucky braced me against him as he helped me up. They both steadied me as I ambled to the couch.

“Are sure you’re okay, sweets?” Loki asked. He bent, pressing a kiss to my forehead and smoothing my hair. I nodded with a half smile.

“I am. Let me explain, though.” I readjusted on the cushions and pulled a pillow into my lap. Steve and Sam joined us, everyone taking a seat. Loki staying on the floor nearest to me, Bucky on the couch beside me as well.

“I call them tendrils or chicken tenders. They help me when I need it most. They protect me and my abilities and allow me to coax what I need from who I need it. I don’t use them often as they leave the person, empty of all joy and hope. All goodness. I suck out and power their darkest depths at the same time. The tendrils turn them into living buffets of dark energy. Conscience be damned.”

“Do they take a lot out of you?” Sam asked.

“Only if I don’t feed them when they’re pulled out. Like, just now.”

I could see regret and embarrassment cross Steve’s face and he immediately stuttered an apology.

I shook my head, “Its okay. I won’t do it again but at least now if I have to use them in the field you know what they are. I don’t wanna see any of you get hurt because of me.”

I woke the next morning later than usual, having sent a notification to Natasha i would miss our morning session. It was mid afternoon before I emerged from my cave. Dressed in black skinny jeans and a Blackcraft crop top, paired with my black and white converse, I felt confident and cute. I always took the extra time for self care after energy drains, otherwise I’d be a complete bitch. The sun was bright through the windows in the common area, Sam sat at the bar talking to his sister on FaceTime. Scott and Natasha were battling it out on Mario Kart for the last piece of coffee cake and Bucky, Bucky snuck up on me.

He grabbed my hips from behind and yelled my name and I screamed, loud. A burst of purple flared out of my body and I made myself as small as possible. The room clattered to a halt. Natasha booked it to me and pushed Bucky away.

Bucky was just as startled. His chest heaved as the purple mist seeped into his skin. He cold feel cold begin to work it’s way up his spine and he shivered.

“Nat, get Bucky out of here.” I growled. She nodded and began to push the solider from the room. He relented, planting his feet with a horrifying grin.

“I want her.” He snarled. Buckys eyes bore straight through me. The normal glassy seas were tormented by black and purple pulses as the poison sunk into him fully and worked its way through his body.

Natasha shook her head, “Not a chance, big boy. Time to go to your room.” She shoved at him again and Bucky chuckled. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm, Natasha grunted.

He muttered to her in Russian and threw her down. Bucky began to stride towards me. My heart raced in my chest as I scrambled backwards. This stride was so much like the one I saw that day when we jumped. My pussy clinched at the thought. He snatched a fistful of my hair and drug me up, pain shot through my skull as I struggled, “Walk.” Bucky shoved me forward and I moved. I wasn’t fighting him. Something in me was screaming at me not to. He marched me to his room, ignoring the screaming of Natasha for Steve to “come get his guard dog before he’s out down.”

His bedroom doors opened much too slowly and he shoved me inside. My palms were sweaty with anticipation and I felt the ache between my legs only grow.

“What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?” Bucky rasped.

“You really scared me. It was an accident. I swear. I would nev…”

“I said, what did you do to me? I won’t ask a third time, doll.”

“It’s like my tendrils but it’s way toned down. It’s like a sparkler compared to a full firework. It uh…enhances darker ambitions and lowers inhibitions.”

Buckys fists clenched tightly at his sides and he huffed.

“Are you okay, Bucky?” I asked timidly. I took a step towards him only for him to step back abruptly.

“Do you wanna know why I stay the fuck away from you?” He asked, not looking up, “it’s because if I don’t, I’m going to fuck that soft body through my mattress and yours. I’m going to ruin you and break you and fucking demolish every single piece of you. And then, I’m gonna stitch you back together and do it again. Forever. Like, my own little toy.”

Holy shit. My breath stopped. Bucky turned to me and tilted his head,

“Oh, doll…you want that don’t you?” He mocked me. Bucky stepped closer and snatched me, flipping me around crushing my back to his body. His metal fingertips bruised at my sides as he ground me into his crotch. His flesh hand wrapped around my throat and tightened. I felt his hard cock beneath his jeans and moaned.

Fuck. I was gonna cave. So hard.

He smirked against my neck and tightened his grip on my hip.

“My little, dirty girl. You want this. You’ve wanted this. Haven’t you?”

I nodded as best as I could beneath his hand.

“Ya know, we didn’t have girls like you back in the day. Not often. And I find, that all you cute, big tittied goth girls -learned that phrase recently - have these lovely Daddy issues. That’s my favorite. I like the little clothes, the black lips, the attitude. But, most of all, I love how fucking wrecked you look when someone finally puts you in your place.”

His metal hand creeped to my jeans button and popped it open, sliding down my zipper. Buckys fingers dug beneath my panties and he cupped my pussy. He growled, squeezing just a bit.

“And chubby girls, god, your pussies are so soft and always so wet. Fuck. I’m mad at myself for shooting down a couple of dames when I was in the army now. If I had known about this,” his fingers slid through my obscene wetness, “I would have said yes. Plus, you’re the best cuddling partners.”

I could be mad at him for half fetishizing my body type and telling me he had a “no fat chicks” rule previously, but people grow. And with his fingers circling my clit edging me closer to orgasm, I could certainly say he was growing on me. Bucky drug his fingers from between my trembling thighs and stuffed them in my mouth roughly. He loosened his grip off my neck and groaned. I felt his cock twitch against my ass.

“God, such a good girl.” He praised.

“Time to be a bad girl though, you think you can do that?”

Bucky asked, kissing my neck and sucking a mark onto the skin.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied, with a dazed smile.

[violetwolfraven]

Crossover Headcanons

((I know I have requests in my inbox but I just had to get this out of my head. Also I probably won’t be posting those requests for a while because my writer’s block is only barely starting to lift, so...))

Anyway this is gonna start off from one perspective and go to more later. Enjoy. 💜

Tw: past death, nightmares

...

So this is a... spin-off? Of the reincarnation au? An alternate timeline? A variant? Whatever it is the newsies are reincarnated and remember their past.

Also somehow most of them are going to the same college here, (I’m not going to say which one because I don’t want to research colleges right now) even if they’ve got a wide range of majors.

There’s only one dorm building even if people are only allowed to share a room with someone of the same gender.

This works out well for Elmer, because he’s pretty happy to be rooming with his boyfriend, Buttons.

But then he gets up to the floor their dorm is on and almost drops the box he’s holding.

Because it’s fuckin her. His national-level math nemesis since 11th grade. They’ve only faced off twice, the first time with her team winning and the second with his winning, but they’re each the only one who can beat the other in a math competition.

Elmer can see the shock in her eyes as she recognizes him and shouts YOU and then she’s stomping over to him aggressively enough that he’s pretty sure she wants to throw down physically.

Jack (who’s also on that floor with Davey) figures that too, and steps in front of him before she gets too close, but that girl acts like she doesn’t even notice him and shouts I WAS HALF A SECOND BEHIND YOU SOLVING THAT PROBLEM!

Elmer is kinda terrified but he defensively shoots back well I still solved it first and moves around Jack because this is his math nemesis and his fight.

The girl scowls at him for a couple more seconds then just sticks out her hand to shake, and Elmer realizes that he doesn’t actually know her name beyond the surname he’s seen on the back of her mathletes jacket. She introduces herself as Cady Heron.

Elmer Kazprzak, he responds, and Cady looks like she’s trying not to laugh, but he figures that’s probably fair, with how ‘Elmer’ was a common name in 1885 but not so much in 2003.

Jack clears his throat so Elmer introduces him but forgets that this isn’t their high school so things like oh this is Jack. He’s basically my dad. are weird.

Cady definitely thinks it’s weird but she doesn’t question it. Instead she just asks where Elmer is living, and it turns out, of course, he and Buttons are right next door to her and her roommate, Karen.

(I say Cady is living with Karen because Gretchen wanted to live with Regina and rules be damned Janis is with Damien.)

Elmer isn’t completely sure he’s not going to get murdered in his sleep but he guesses if he could handle the 1899 Newsboy Strike and World War I he can handle Cady Heron.

Meanwhile Katherine is going to Harvard so Sarah is rooming with someone she’s never met and she’s a little nervous.

And in stomps a girl who declares I’m a lesbian and if you have a problem with that tell me now so I can switch dorms.

And Sarah responds with my girlfriend out at Harvard would be pretty pissed at me if I did have a problem with that.

The girl lets her guard down, explains that she comes from a small town, and says her name is Alyssa Greene.

After that little bump, they get along good. Alyssa explains that her girlfriend, Emma, registered late and couldn’t get a dorm with who she wanted.

And Sarah’s just kinda like wait Emma as in Unruly Hearts Emma? Alyssa’s just like yeah!! I’m so proud of her!!

Sarah brags a bit about how Katherine is studying to be a journalist with a specialty in queer stories and long story short they become besties and eventually Alyssa introduces Emma for real and Sarah introduces Smalls and Sniper.

Emma and Alyssa are a bit thrown by the whole nickname thing but hey whatever now they have a Lesbian Club!

They do meet up with the boys occasionally but the Lesbian Club meets on a video call with Katherine every Saturday.

Anyway Jack meets Janis in art class and initially they kinda think each other is weird because their styles are very different but then they get in an actual conversation and get along amazingly.

Jack is definitely a fan of Janis’s philosophy of when someone hurts your friends you attack and grind your foe into the ground.

Janis tells her new bestie about Cady and Damien (and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen, though she still keeps Cady and Damien closer than the former Plastics) and she’s honestly shocked by the amount of friends Jack tells her about.

She does recognize some names, though. Romeo and Damien are both theatre majors and they’ve become friends.

But anyway Jack and Janis are like. Super good friends. Art buddies. Mlm/wlw solidarity. Protective friend pals.

Janis is pretty surprised when she introduces him to Cady and they’ve already met, and apparently oh fuck your math nemesis is Jack’s Elmer???

Jack’s just going oh fuck Elmer’s math nemesis Cady is Janis’s Cady???

Also Regina met Spot and Sarah at the gym and now they meet up with a few other people every other week to throw down like their own personal fight club.

At first Regina was just angrily trying to fight with no technique, but don’t worry, Spot and Sarah teach her.

There weren’t a ton of out gays at Northshore High, so yeah the Mean Girls crew definitely gets along with the Newsies crew out of solidarity.

Janis and at least one of the Plastics but I can’t choose which one(s) join the Lesbian Club.

Meanwhile Race is super hyped to meet Emma cause like I choreographed a dance to your song wanna see???

Emma is flattered but kinda weirded out and she mentions her friend Angie who’s a dancer too and Race is just *error 404*

Cause of course he saw the news story and knows Emma knows these 4 big Broadway stars but it just. Hasn’t connected until this moment that she like has their numbers.

He tries not to freak out too much cause he knows that’s weird but Emma eventually goes do you wanna meet her? And Race goes do I wanna meet her? She’s only my IDOL!! she’s been dancing like 20 years and she’s still got it!!

Emma calls Angie partially because she likes her new dancer friend and wants to make him happy and partially because she wants to prove to Angie that people do appreciate her zazz and despite how she was just a chorus girl until a few months ago this random boy from New York has been a fan since he was 12.

Angie can’t exactly fly over at the drop of a hat but she watches some videos on YouTube of Race dancing and like holy hell this kid is good. And his friends are too but this kid right here has zazz off the charts.

When she finds out he’s an orphan she’s lowkey can I adopt him??? but then she finds out he already has an adoptive mother and it’s Medda Larkin.

Medda Larkin who did more than a few shows with Angie when they were young but left Broadway to open her own theatre.

They fell out of touch years ago but still follow each other on Instagram and stuff.

But Angie shows Barry and Dee Dee and she’s super excited like remember Medda Larkin??? THIS IS HER ADOPTIVE KID AND HE’S AMAZING

And they watch YouTube clips of Emma’s new friends in high school shows and like wtf these kids are fuckin talented why aren’t they on Broadway???

They almost tell Emma to tell her friends to drop out of college and come straight (haha not that straight) to Broadway but Trent is like wtf no education is important.

Whatever the actors aren’t that relevant.

Sarah has a nightmare about her death one night. And with the others it’s not as big of a deal because they’re all rooming with each other, but Sarah’s roommate isn’t one of them.

She thinks Alyssa is asleep so she calls Katherine crying about how scared she was, how guilty she felt to be leaving her brothers and friends and Kath without a goodbye.

And Alyssa isn’t quite awake, but she’s awake enough that she hears Sarah whisper about how everything is just so stupid complicated. I shouldn’t be afraid of dying when I’ve done it before—when we’ve all died horribly—but I still am, Kitty. I can’t stop being afraid.

Alyssa is out of it enough that she falls back asleep, but when she wakes up she knows what she heard. That her roommate thinks she had a past life and died and implied that all her friends did.

Emma notices she’s acting weird and when she asks what’s wrong she tells her.

They both know it sounds crazy, but...

Emma tentatively points out some weird things about their friends from New York.

She’s study buddies with Race and occasionally he points something out she got wrong on her history homework. Something so small and inconsequential that it would’ve been almost impossible for him to know unless he was there and remembered from experience.

Smalls and Sniper have a habit of jumping apart if they were so much as holding hands and someone walks in on them, even though they come from a mostly accepting city with an accepting friend group.

That whole group straight up skipped history class the whole week they were learning about World War I and refused to make up the work.

They bring the half-baked theory to Janis who immediately remembers all the times she’s seen Jack draw small war-torn towns in France and dirty city streets and an outdated skyline as if seen from a rooftop, all of them too detailed to be anything but directly copied from something Jack has seen before.

But the question is if they’re drawn from a reference photo or a memory.

Cady realizes, upon hearing the theory, that Elmer and Buttons never take her up on offers to come to football games because they don’t like the noise.

More specifically, she remembers the look on her nemesis/frenemy’s face when he said he didn’t like fireworks.

Aaron notices that Davey always solves math problems by hand. He never uses a calculator unless someone reminds him it’s an option. And half the time, he defaults to using his right hand with terrible handwriting even though he’s left handed. Almost like he was raised with the whole ‘left hand devil’ thing, which doesn’t make sense because he went to a public school; not a religious one.

Damien realizes that Romeo has a habit of correcting the costume department, like he knows the period clothing for Hello, Dolly! better than they do. It annoys the hell out of them because upon some research, he is always right.

Regina notes how Spot and Sarah fight like they’re fighting for their lives in a street brawl. She knows that because she started taking karate in an attempt to win fights. She noticed months ago that her friends use technique that’s barely sustainable, like they’re just trying to stay alive until they can run or backup comes.

However all this is just fun and games, a crack theory they’re all mildly creeped out by but don’t really believe, until Gretchen finds it.

An article on the Newsboy Strike of 1899.

There’s a copy of the Newsies Banner, written by Katherine Plumber, which references strike leaders Jack Kelly and David Jacobs.

But they could write that off as just a creepy coincidence if not for the photo.

It’s the one Katherine and Darcy took that first day, which is in black and white and not the greatest quality, but clearly shows a lot of familiar faces.

A later story by this Katherine Plumber documents lives of street kids with interviews from kids with the same odd nicknames as the group they know.

Regina was the most cynical about this theory and even she can’t deny it now. There’s just too much evidence.

Especially when Karen finds Crutchie’s obituary, but Regina stops her from showing it to anyone else because that’s just too creepy.

The Mean Girls crew and Alyssa and Emma are... unsure if they should confront their friends about this, because a) this is freaky and b) the newsie gang is clearly still harboring trauma due to their deaths.

Plus, as Damien points out, being gay was illegal in 1899. Do you think they want a reminder of how they had to hide their feelings for each other back then?

Emma and Alyssa share a knowing look because they know what that’s like.

In the end Karen lets it slip when she asks Davey a question about her history homework involving World War II, mistakenly believing he was there.

Davey naturally questions her about it and she spills the entire story about how Alyssa heard Sarah’s phone call and they figured everything else out from there. She even shows him the article with the 1899 photo and the Newsies Banner.

And... shit, there’s a lot of memories behind that picture. And that’s them, over a hundred years ago, when they were kids and they weren’t all the same age like this time around.

The old Davey looks so big compared to Romeo and Elmer and god was Specs tall for a 15-year-old.

Davey didn’t even meet Smalls and Sniper in this lifetime until they were 16, but in that picture they’re only 13 and they’re so small.

A sidenote on Katherine has a picture of her in a hairstyle he hasn’t seen her in since 1917.

It’s a mixture between ptsd and nostalgia and Davey can’t decide whether to freak out or be happy.

He takes the article to Jack and tells him about how Gretchen found it and their non-reincarnated friends know.

Jack’s silently cursing the fact that he really should have been more careful with what he drew around Janis, but it’s kinda a relief that they know, honestly.

He shoots a quick text to the group chat and then turns his phone on do not disturb mode while he sits Janis down for a little chat.

He doesn’t go into graphic detail, but he does tell her an abridged version of everything. How they were basically a family and all lgbt+ in the early 20th century and how they died before their time and got a second chance.

It’s more than a little freaky for Janis, but it does explain a lot.

Such as how Jack demonstrates on a dare that he can still do some parkour because once upon a time, he used it to run from the cops.

Elmer tells Cady he’s so quick at math because he used to have to calculate change quickly and later had to help Jack and Davey come up with battle plans based on numbers vs tactics and terrain.

Regina definitely trusts Spot’s combat advice a lot more now because he was essentially a gang leader as a teenager and it has literally saved his life.

Race admits to Emma that her song made him cry because... in this lifetime he might not have had to be closeted, but in his last he was constantly worried about getting arrested or worse if people found out not just about him and his boyfriend, but his friends. His family.

Emma may or may not collaborate with him after that to write a song about how much it hurts to be closeted for your own safety and how much better it feels to be free to be who you are. Race dances in the music video and many of the other newsies make appearances but it’s mainly him and Emma. Spot and Alyssa cry when they see it. Damien does, too.

Who am I kidding everyone cries.

They get like 4 million hits on YouTube and it’s amazing.

The title is probably In the Light or something.

Also Cady, Aaron, Kevin, and Elmer form their own college level mathletes team and no one can beat them.

(Kevin’s not as close with the main group literally only because I don’t know that much about him as a character.)

(Also Stacy, Kailey, and whatever their boyfriends’ names are might be there somewhere but I don’t know them either.)

Katherine does get to meet the new kids in person eventually. And also I didn’t mention this earlier but Specs goes to Harvard too and he comes to visit too.

The power when the Lesbian Club finally gets to meet all in person? Unparalleled.

:)

[squishycalumxo]

The Date. Ravenclaw!Calum X Hufflepuff!reader

Part two to “Pinky Promise”

Summary: Calum and you go on a date and drink butterbeer and talk about life

Warnings: some swearing

Word count: 1.6K 

You wake up the next morning, refreshed. It's Saturday, finally. “Holy shit” you whisper to yourself, realizing that you have a date today. “What?” you hear from the bed next to yours. Its  your friend, Y/F/N. You look at her with a huge smile and before you can respond she starts speaking “it's almost like that cute Ravenclaw boy asked you on a date… What's his name?.... Column? No that's not it”

“His name is Calum and yes he did ask me to go on a date. today actually” you say happily 

“Holy shit Y/N is finally going on a date” she says jumping up and down on the edge of her bed that she's sitting on

“He's so cute and sweet. Were going to Hogsmeade” you say even happier

“OMG! That's where Cedric and I went on our first date too” she gushes about her boyfriend and you slightly giggle. You love, love. 

You start getting ready once your friend leaves. You put on a little bit of makeup, some eyeshadow, blush and some lip gloss. Do your Y/H/C hair, and finally get dressed into a yellow sweater with a grey skirt and sheer black stockings. Last but not least a pair of black flats. As if on cue there's a knock on your dorm room door. You answer it to see Ashton Irwin standing there

“Your date is here” he says with a wink. You giggle a little bit hugging him 

“Thank you” you say with a huge smile. You meet Calum in the common room. He looks so amazing. His brown hair falling onto his tan forehead in damp curls like he just got out of the shower. His blue button up shirt has 3 buttons undone and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Is black jeans ripped at the knees, and lastly his brown eyes looking at you almost in awe. 

“Hey love” he says, noticing you staring at him. He holds out a large hand for you to take. When you do he tangles your fingers together. Your hand fits in him perfectly. You blush a deep crimson, causing Calum to chuckle a little bit. 

“Hi” you say simply, like a total loser. “You uh look really good” you stutter. Nervously playing with the hem of your skirt. 

“You look beautiful Y/N” he claims, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks. 

“Thank you Calum” you say with a playful curtsey. He laughs making you smile wider than you were before.

“Well let's start going” he says, leading you by your hand.

“Hiya love birds” you hear a cocky voice from behind you. You both turn around to see the other Ravenclaw keeper, Michael Clifford. 

“Hey mike” Calum exclaims letting your hand go so he can do a crazy complicated handshake with his friend. You laugh at them, you have tried to make a handshake with the twins, they can never remember them after. They turn their attention to you and Calum introduces you. Michael holds his hand out and you shake it. 

“Calum talks about you all the time” he says with a cocky smirk on his face. Calum elbows him in the side “i take it i wasn't supposed to say that” he adds with a laugh

“Well we're gonna be going now” Calum says quickly before Michael can embarrass him further. 

When you finally get to Hogsmeade, you walk straight to the three broomsticks. Calum tells you to sit down at one of the booths. While he goes to order your drinks “butterbeer?” he asks you 

“Yes please” you answer to your handsome date

 “Two butterbeers please” he asks the pretty woman at the bar of the three broomsticks. While you wait the bell for the door chimes. You look up to see your two idiot best friends. They both spot you in your booth and pile in the side of the booth you're sitting on. 

“You guys better not be embarrassing” you dare. They know you won't do jack shit but they also don't want you to be mad at them. 

“Don't worry Y/N/N” they sing. In unison, like everything else that they say. They practiced talking in unison for so long when you were young. The twin telepathy was already super evident they just had to practice. Pretty soon Calum comes back to sit with you. He sits at his own side of the booth and he looks warily at your two ginger friends. 

“Just ignore them, they'll go away” you joke. Causing them both too look at you with their hands over their hearts. Calum just kind of chuckles, the sides of his eyes crinkling slightly. 

“Bloody hell, I guess well fuck right off” Fred sasses getting up “obviously were not wanted here Georgie”

“Well be going now” George adds. You just flip them off and laugh

“I'll see you later guys, love you” you declare to them 

“Love you too Y/N/N” they say almost skipping out of the shop.

“I'm sorry about them, they're idiots. We've been friends since we were like babies. Our mums were friends from school” you say with a laugh “they're kind of like brothers now” 

“It's sweet that they care about you so much,” Calum decides. You just kind of nod

“Yeah I guess.” you say pausing to take a sip of your hot beverage in front of you. "I really love them, they just super annoy me sometimes” you joke.

“I have friends like that,” he admits. “Mikey” he adds with a laugh. You laugh as well. 

We finish our butterbeer and talk about our lives. once the drinks are gone, we get up and we go to Zonkos. Where we run into the twins with Calum’s friends. Not knowing that we're right here they're all talking about us really loudly. You clear your throat and they all turn towards you, their faces turning a deep red. Fred and George promptly start apologizing to you and so do Calum’s friends. Ashton, Michael and the Gryffindor who you've learned is called Luke. you just laugh. 

“You should have seen your faces” you say, throwing your head back in laughter. Calum laughs a little bit too.

You all talk a little bit. Calum’s friends are really nice. You leave and the guys split up from you and your date. 

“Lets go to a spot” you exclaim, leading Calum by his hand.

“Where“ he inquires with a laugh.

“Just come on” you laugh 

Eventually you make it to the top of the hill where the shrieking shack is at. At this point the sun is starting to set. You guys sit down on the cold grass. You shiver a little bit due to the chilling air and the cold ground. Calum starts to scoot over so that your hips are touching and he throws his muscular arm around your waist. 

“Thank you for this date Calum” you mutter happily. Looking over at him you see that he's already looking at you and due to your closeness you almost bump noses. You both fall back onto the grass laughing. 

When you both sit back up you resume your position touching hips with his arm around you. “You can call me Cal” he says unexpectedly

“Alright Cal” you admire with a small smile. “We should probably get going” you mumble sadly. He agrees with a nod. Scrambling up onto his feet. Reaching a hand out to you so that he can help you up off of your butt. You dust your skirt off when you stand up and you both start walking hand in hand towards the Hogwarts castle. 

“This was an amazing date.” Calum says when you finally get back into the castle. 

“It really was” you say with a large smile on your face. 

“I guess this is your stop” Calum sighs 

“Yeah I guess it is” you mutter looking into his eyes. The brown is now a golden honey color in the dim oil lamp light of the Hogwarts hallway. You feel yourself leaning closer to his plump lips. When they finally meet a spark shoots through you. Fireworks go off around you. You never want this moment to end. Calum is the one that pulls away for air. 

“Woah” he says simply leaning in for another kiss, this one turns out to be just a peck. 

“Woah is right” you add with a breathy laugh. “Thank you for today Cal” you say with a large smile

“No thank you for today” he says wrapping his large arms around you in a hug 

“Do you wanna meet tomorrow in the library after breakfast?” you ask awkwardly

“Of course” he says planting a peck on your lips before walking away leaving you frozen in place. 

“Oh my god” you whisper excitedly to yourself. You walk into the Hufflepuff common room after tapping your barrel the correct amount of times and climbing down the ladder. You’re greeted with a burning fireplace and Cedric and Ashton sitting on the couch. You walk over and sit between them. There's a smile evident on your swollen lips and a contented sigh leaves your face as you plop down. They both look up from their books to look at you.

“What's up” Cedric quizzes

“Calum just kissed her” Ashton answers causing you to do a finger gun at him

“Okay then” Cedric says turning back to his book” you stare dreamily at the fire for a moment before getting up, saying goodnight to your friends and heading to bed. 

“So how was your date?” your friend Y/F/N asks sitting up in her bed when you walk in.

“Amazing!” you exclaim causing you both to squeal 

“OMG” she yells in a high pitch

“I know” you tell her. You happily tell her about your date and how he kissed and she fangirls a bit before you both go to bed. There's a content smile still evident on your face as you fall asleep. You couldn't be any happier.

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Watch Dogs: Legion x AmRev

@burgoyned Chapter 6 pumped out in an hour lol. Not sure if it's any better but feel free to share your thoughts ^^

Chapter 6: Keep Calm and Resist

André sat in front of his computer browsing through the information from the damaged Spiderbot. As he sat there pondering, Howe and Burgoyne chatted about the easiest road leading to Royal London Hospital. After hearing about increased Albion security in the streets (i.e. more fighter drones patrolling the streets), Bagley suggested a more covert way of reach the destination. “Best case scenario would just take a taxi there so that way you won’t be under the radar,” he said as he closed the map. “I’m up for whatever. You wanna come with me, André?” Howe asked the hacker. André shrugged. “I guess. I’m finding some disrupted data that needs to be cleaned up.” “I can take care of that,” Bagley chimed in. Howe looked at his phone. The time reads 10:15 PM. “If we head there now, there shouldn’t any workers present. Most likely security guards, but they can be taken care of.”

“Ok. We’ll be off. Don’t do anything stupid, Burgoyne,” warned André. The playwriter held his hands up yet said nothing. Both André and Howe left the Safehouse and walked into The Earl’s Fortune where they found the pub mostly empty except for a few patrons sitting at the lounge smoking and chatting. Clinton sat at the bar with Hanger discussing current events. The bartender looked up and smiled. “Y’all out for a night exploration?” “Of course. London looks beautiful at night. We’ll be back shortly.” “Sure thing. And do be careful Albion is everywhere tonight,” Clinton said. André gave his friend a reassuring smile before leaving the pub with Howe. Using his phone, the fighter flagged down a taxi. He climbed into the driver’s seat with the hacker in the passengers. Tossing his bag into the back, Howe began setting up the GPS route to the Royal London Hospital. “This shouldn’t be too long of drive….15 minutes. Sounds reasonable enough,” he said as he shifted into drive. “Methinks that the hospital is going to be heavily secured tonight,” André muttered while watching an Albion guard detain a civilian on the street. Howe looked over and shook his head. Around 10:30 PM, the men pulled up to the Royal London Hospital.

It was to be expected; guards patrolled the entrance of the hospital, including the driveway where ambulances are parked. Making his way towards the front entrance, Howe and André put on their masks and hid behind a brick wall. The hacker pulled out his phone and almost immediately pinged, directing the signal to a nearby ctOS fighter drone. We could use the drone to clear the guards. Hacking the drone, André began piloting it inside the main entrance where Albion guards are stationed and proceeded to take the guards down one by one. Howe watched with curiosity as the hacker pointed the drone towards a guard on the second floor before he prodded his friend. “I see the data machine look!” he hissed. There was a black box located right behind the guard which made the mission more convenient than they both thought. André shot the guard then flew the drone close to the machine. “Alright. Wait…” he stopped. Howe became confused. “What happened?” he asked. “Someone seemed to have cleared the data from the machine. The drone isn’t picking up anything.” “

“Do they know we were coming then?” “Not sure. But no data is coming from that box.” It was then Bagley pinged their earpiece. “It appears that someone has already hacked the data from the file server. I do believe there is backup storage stored somewhere on the other side. See if you can find something.” “Copy that. Alright.” André piloted the drone to the front of the hospital. There are several stories; each floor containing rooms of many patients as well as nurses and doctors working night shifts. Outside, the balcony floors were devoid of any sign of life, except for a few hospital workers. Gently flying the drone away from the windows, André finally located the backup file storage sitting on the fourth-floor balcony. “Second time the charm here we go…” He flew the drone towards the black box only for the phone to be suddenly disconnected.

Frustrated, André attempted to reconnect his phone back towards the drone. He successfully regained control only to see part of it damaged. “Oh God, who could it be now?” he groaned. Tilting the drone to the side, both men saw another fighter drone next to them. “What the...GET OUT OF HERE!!” André snarled and attempted to shoot it. He was unlucky. The other drone dodged the laser and proceeded to shoot the ctOS drone, destroying it. The phone signaled a loss of connection. Bagley pinged again. “It seems that someone has gained access to the backup storage. Looks like all the data are cleared from this location.” “DAMMIT!! Ok, what about St. Thomas could you check on that?” André said, giving Howe an incredulous look. The fighter shook his head. A moment of silence conveyed until Bagley spoke up. “Unfortunately I was unable to locate any data worth recovering from there. And don’t bother attempting Guy Hospital, that one was long cleared.” “Fuck! Ok, well appreciate your help, Bagley.” “Certainly. You should probably get back. Lord Germain has now issued a curfew at midnight.” Both men growled at that name. “We’ll be sure to head back,” André responded, tapping his earpiece. They both got up and walked towards their car only to notice a message clipped to their windshield. Howe took of his Ded Coronation mask, tossed it into the taxi, and started reading the note. André slid next to him. “What does the note say?” “It’s not a note,” Howe whispered. Staring at the paper, André read out loud the message:

Hey DedSec,

~~~~~~~~~C@N’T F1ND WH@T Y0U’R€ L00K!NG F0R? B€TT€R LUCK N€XT T1M€~~~~~~~~(8>

“DeFaLT”

“ ‘DeFaLT’? The Polish black hacker and well-known DJ? HOLY CRAP YES!!” André’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Have you heard any of his songs Billy? He’s got helluva a collection.” His enthusiasm was not shared by his friend, who was staring at the paper with a blank expression. “William? Is everything ok?” the hacker asked, concerned. “Huh? Oh, nothing…it’s just…” Howe stopped. Defalt. Richard loves that man just like André. Even learned to hack like him. Could it be…? The fighter shoved the paper into his jacket before entering the taxi. André got into the passenger seat, head swimming with mixed emotions.

The drive back to the pub was extremely quiet. André wanted to continuously share his enthusiasm about his favorite artist but couldn’t since Howe was not in the mood to converse. They arrived back at The Earl’s Fortune. Few patrons still sat by the fireplace, conversing over the news while Hanger poured drinks to a few customers at the bar. Entering the passcode, Howe and André returned to the Safehouse where Howe tossed his bag onto the desk next to Bagley and walked towards the broken down train converted into a bar. Clinton, who was sitting on the leather couch tuned into his headphones while browsing his laptop, looked up and saw André standing there with a glum look on his face. He took his headphones off, placed his laptop on the couch before getting up to comfort the hacker. “What’s the matter? Got busted by Albion?” “No. It’s something else…” André said quietly. Bagley spoke up. “Every hospital record has been taken by someone. Not sure whom it may be, but it seems that person knows what we’re up to.” “A spy? Well well guess we’ll have to watch our backs,” Clinton said, sighing in disbelief. Howe finally emerged from the train and pulled out the note from his pocket.

“This is what I found on the taxi we drove. Looks like someone was playing ‘DeFaLT’ and got to us before we could.” Clinton took the note and stared at it. “My God it looks as if someone is trying to cosplay as an actual hacker, writing a note like that.” He turned it over to find nothing else. “Probably some kid on the street who thinks it’s funny to play games like this.” Clinton handed back the paper. “In any case, we’ll need to cover our tracks more discretely from now on.” Howe looked back at the paper. “We may have to. Although I do plan on paying a visit to the Royal Navy shipyard tomorrow.” “How so?” Clinton inquired. “I have a hunch….but I could be wrong….that my brother wrote this message. He could be trailing us.” “Richard? That guy hasn’t spoken to you in ages how could he possibly emerge from the shadows like this? It doesn’t make any sense,” André pointed out. Howe sighed. “Look, I’m going to the navy quarters to find out. Y’all wouldn’t mind coming with me?”

“Why certainly. Hmm, where is Burgoyne?” “He’s in the training room trying to ‘jack himself up.’ “ Clinton grunted. Bagley snickered. “As if that’s not the only thing he’s ‘jacking up’ on.” “DAMMIT BAGLEY!!” Clinton yelled as everyone burst out laughing. Exhausted, André slid onto his gamer chair before tossing his black DedSec jacket onto the table. His white shirt displayed the fox logo of DedSec in blue highlights, matching his black cargo pants. Stretching, André leaned back and closed his eyes. Who could be playing Defalt? Hmm...Mission Complete.

[jaywwriting]

Could I request a one shot for hq? I’m a sucker for soulmate aus so maybe a soulmate au with hinata? Thanks :)

omg I’m super sorry for the late reply!! school work’s been piling up more and more, now I have online piano lessons fuCK

my brain hasn’t been working that well so here’s a hc for this soulmate au instead of a one shot, hope you’ll enjoy!!

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: hinata shōyō x reader

soulmate au: when you turn 16, the hair colour of your soulmate will appear on your wrist

As soon as your alarm rang, you immediately got up from your slumber. Wiggling out of bed and frantically ran to turn on the lights.

You immediately rolled up the sleeves of your pyjamas and brought your wrist up to your vision.

“Damn,” you thought to yourself, “is my soulmate a tangerine or what?”

A bright, striking shade of tangerine orange was tattooed on your wrist.

Of course, you’ve seen people who had unique natural hair colours but boy. This one was definitely dyed. Because there’s no way one’s hair can naturally be THIS orange!!

oof to hinata baibey

Time skip to a few weeks later — first day of school in Karasuno High woOp woOp

None of your friends were in that school with you. Of course, there were a couple of people who you recognised from your previous school, but you’ve never talked to any of them before.

After hours and hours of listening ( or dozing off ) to different teachers mumbling and rambling information, it was finally break time.

You spotted your favourite snack in the school’s vending machine, so you decided to buy some.

You were about to walk away from the humming machine until you heard loud bickering from a distance.

“HINATA BOKE!” was the loudest and clearest part of the bicker that you heard.

Curious and confused, you decided to sneak a lil’ peek and investigate on what was going on.

There you saw a tall raven haired boy fighting with a shorter, bright-tangerine haired boy.

you actually thought they were actually fighting — like, I’m-going-to-kill-you kind of fight — so you immediately ran over to stop them before someone ends up in jail

“Hey, cut it out!” You yelled, instantly gaining their attention as you marched towards the two and pushed them apart.

you know how they have that lil’ o.o face? yeah that’s the face they made when you yelled at them to stop HAHAH

THEY WERE SO CONFUSED LMAO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLUELESS THESE TWO WERE—

anYWAY

The tangerine boy chuckled cheekily, explaining the whole situation. Turns out, they weren’t fighting and it was just their normal bickering and teasing!!

Embarrassed, you instantly apologised for being nosey and misunderstanding the situation. He then assured you that you weren’t being nosey and you were just being nice. He then resumed to introduce himself as Hinata and his friend as Kageyama. You too introduce yourself because it’s rude if you don’t introduce yourself back bruh

Kageyama nodded at you nonchalantly. But as he laid eyes on your hand, his eyes went wide and he instantly whispered some stuff to Hinata before walking away.

Now it was Hinata’s turn to be shocked.

“Okay wtf is going on why’re they so shocked?” You pondered. “And why does Hinata’s hair colour look so familiar— wAIT HOLD UP.”

You instantly rolled up your sleeve and brought your wrist up to the same level as Hinata’s head.

“Is it the same colour as my hair?” Hinata asked, mouth agape as he slowly rolled up his sleeve. You nodded hesitantly, heart racing frantically along with thoughts rushing through your mind like thousands of fireworks shooting up the night sky rapidly.

“No way.” Hinata gasped, rolling his sleeve up and inspecting your hair with the shade on his wrist.

Holy shit.

IT WAS THE SAME EXACT COLOUR AS YOUR HAIR

You gasped in shock as the fireworks in your mind instantly exploded, your stomach doing somersaults that it has never done before.

“OH MY GOSH I FOUND MY SOULMATE! I FOUND MY SOULMATE! YOU ARE MY SOULMATE!” *cues hinata running around in circles while jumping up and down ecstatically*

Suddenly, the loud, obnoxious bell that you despised began ringing, signaling everyone to get back into class.

You were about to leave until he tapped your shoulder gently, shyly glancing at you as he fidgeted his fingers.

“Hey um... y/n?” He stuttered, ruffling his messy yet fluffy curls. “Do you wanna meet up for a while after school? Y’know, to talk about this whole... soulmate thing? We can learn more about each other and—”

“Of course!” You instantly replied, internally squealing at how adorable he looked when he was shy. “I’ll meet you here?”

“O-okay! See you later, y/n!” He grinned widely, a blush forming on his small face as he jogged away.

As soon as he was pretty far away, you chuckled to yourself and gentle rubbed the shade of orange on your wrist, blushing as your grin began growing bigger and bigger.

well, this’ll be interesting

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omg this sucked so much I’m so sorry.

this is what happens when you don’t write for a long time HDJDHSJSJJ—

anyway I hope you enjoyed this hc!! unfortunately my requests will be closed for the time being as I still have a lot to catch up on. but don’t worry, I’ll be notifying yall when my requests are open once again!! :D all the info that you’ll need are found on my bio ( the link that’s labelled ‘info’ )

have a great day and I’ll see yall soon! ♡

- jayyy

[deceptive-jo]

Dashing through the snow

(I love this one. Was supposed to be out yesterday but then it was already 10pm and I didin’t want to write total garbage.)

Author has exactly one thing he wants to do today. So why is Marc so intend on getting him out of the house.

Words: 1148

Ships: Actor Mark x The Author

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Author was awoken by a sudden cold. Yawning he sat up and looked at Marc, who was standing at the open window and looking out into the snowy forest. “It’s beautiful”, the actor remarked. “So are you”, the response came immediate, almost distracted. The sleepy man threw a glance at his watch. 7 am. With a grunt he fell back into the pillows. “Why are you up already? Isn’t it your day off?” “I don’t know. Just woke up and...saw it had snowed over night. We haven’t had snow in such a long time...” “Yeah, almost a year.” The snarky remark seemed to escape the Ego as he continued to stare out into nature. Accepting that he wouldn’t get any more sleep this morning Author got up and slowly put on his black morning robe. Actor finally managed to pull himself away from the window and joined his partner at the stairs, own red robe swaying around his legs.

“When was the last time we rode out together?” The question came suddenly during breakfast and almost made Author drop his cup. “1928 I’d suppose. After the shoot of that Christmas commercial. Why?” “We should do that again. The snow looks so beautiful, freshly fallen as it is.” Now Author had to give him a side-eye. Why all that enthusiasm out of nowhere? “We don’t have horses.” Judging from Marc’s look he actually forgot that part! “Oh, well...but maybe a walk would be nice.” They enjoyed the rest of their breakfast in comfortable silence until Marc disappeared back upstairs. He didn’t notice the lingering gaze of his boyfriend who stayed seated, deep in thoughts.

By the time Actor had changed into proper winter clothes- completed with a fiery red coat- Author still hadn’t made it back into the bedroom and he half assumed him to still be sitting downstairs. But once he entered the kitchen and living room the writer seemed to be nowhere in sight. He decided to step outside because quite frankly it was already getting hot in that outfit. The snow crunched under his shoes and the sky was painted in a beautiful light rich blue. But before he could look for his friend any further the Ego heard a sound coming from the trees and as he turned around he spotted two beautiful mares- one white-grey and the other one a deep black- and Author! Stepping closer he stretched out an arm and slowly touched the white-grey’s side. “They’re beautiful”, he stopped to notice the shady outlines of the animals, that Author’s creatures tended to have, “those are yours?” The writer threw him a sheepish grin, “You wanted to go for a ride, we didn’t have horses. The solution seemed quite easy, I would say.”

The forest was even more magical than the sight from the window would have let suspect. Actor could only try and take in the wonders of magic, the horse trotting along in a steady speed and Author next to him, giving him a bright smile whenever their eyes met. They had been out for at least an hour until they reached a clearing. The snow here laid untouched, save for the occasional animal tracks. A small lake was visible behind a weeping willow, frozen over and reflecting the warm afternoon sun. The whole scenery looked almost unreal. Actor turned around when he heard Author get off his mare and followed suit. While they crossed the clearing he could notice the animals following them in a distance. A snow-free bench appeared out of nowhere and they decided to take a seat and just take in the beautiful view before them. After minutes of not talking Actor decided to break the silence. “Thank you...for coming with me. It just seemed necessary for me...for us. I love this place, it always reminds me of when we first met-”, he broke off when he spotted Author’s expression turning sour. Of course, why had he idiot not thought of that! “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring this up. I know how you dislike that time, I should not have mentioned it-” “No, really not”, this time it was Author who interrupted him and continued in his place, “But besides all the weird affairs, hardships and discrimination it’s the memories of you I’m willing to keep with me. They brighten my day every time I think of them, because they remind me of when I fell in love with you for the first time, like I do every day, over and over again and how every time you smile, I feel like the luckiest man in this dimension.” Marc went to finally look at him, sight already blurry with tears, when his partner sank down. The Actor’s eyes widened as he finally understood what as happening here- oh fuck! “We have known each other for good ten years now, Ace. And sometimes I sit here and ponder, about our relationship, the future...it all seems so uncertain, so allow me to secure at least one of these things. Allow me to take my place at your side, as your friend, partner and husband.”

He could hardly answer, Author began looking concerned, the hand with the ring box slowly sinking, before it was gripped. “Oh god, Author, of course I’ll marry you!” He pressed a lip on his boyfrien- fiance’s (holy shit!) lips before the ring was slipped onto his finger. Only now did he pay a closer mind to it. The silver of it reflected in the strong sun, engraved with a filigree leave pattern. Two red diamonds in the form of rhombi, with a larger colourless one imbedded between them. “Author, it’s beautiful.” the other Ego placed a kiss on the ringed hand. “I’m glad, made it myself. Though I couldn’t quite replicate the beauty of its wearer-” he got cut off by another kiss and the firework going off over the water.

Confused he turned towards it, “Well that’s not mine.” Not what one might’ve wanted to say in this moment- “I know.” Author decided he didn’t trust whatever was going on here- until he turned back and spotted his beloved with a ring box on his own. “You know...I had this whole speech prepared – not a good one but...I liked it – and then you nearly didn’t come out here with me, so I kinda panicked but...yeah. I take it you’d say yes?” Author wrapped his arms around him with a snort. “Of course I do, ya idiot!” A moment later the ring got slipped over his thin gloves, silver with a floral pattern and a single gold-yellow crystal in its centre. “Not self-made”, the remark was only half-joking, “but still as bright and beautiful as your eyes.” The same eyes were burning into his now and the passion and devotion in them left Marc breathless. “How about we get home?” “Sounds lovely, darling.”