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More than friends..

⟡C.STURNIOLO ⟡

IN WHICH Chris and Y/n are bestfriends

⟡•STURNSGIRL •⟡

| Y/N'S POV |

"GOD CHRIS, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SELFISH. GET OVER YOURSELF!" I say yelling at Chris.

"ME SELFISH? ALL I'VE DONE IS CARE FOR YOU"

"RIGHT, SO THAT'S WHY YOU WENT OUT, AND KISSED THE GIRL I HATE! 'CAUSE YOU CARE FOR ME?" we shout back and foward

"IT WASNT LIKE THA-"

"OH YEAH SO THEN WHAT WAS IT CHRIS?"

It was silent..

"Exactly." I say biting my inner cheek before running out of their house. I walk out side to see its dark, pouring rain, and thundering that I couldn't hear from all the yelling.

I check my phone *8:57pm* I sigh and walk into the rain in a tube top and sweatpants.

• Flash Back From Earlier Today •

| Y/N'S POV |

Matt and I were walking to our next class that we had together before I realized I had forgot my algebra text book in my locker.

"Oh shit, Matt I need to grab my notebook. You get to class I'll meet you there." I say smiling at Matt and he gives me a reassuring nod before heading off to our class while I walk to my locker which was a few lockers down from Chris', but he rarely needed things from his locker so sometimes he would let me use it to spare extra things.

I walk through the crowded halls being pushed and shoved left and right trying to get to my locker. I finally reach my locker row and just as i turn i see Chris and Aliza full on making out. I dropped the English notebook I was about to switch out to the ground causing a loud bang to the ground, grabbing Chris' attention as well as maybe 40 other people around us.

Chris pulls away from Aliza looking at me with eyes wording 'I fucked up'. and he did, big time.

"Chris?.." I say saddened and hurt but also angry.

"No.. Y/n wai-" He says trailing off as I run away into my class crying.

Now I should have gone to the bathroom but if Aliza came in there god knows what she would do or say to me. plus I needed Matt.

• FLASHBACK- 2 •

| Y/N'S POV |

Back last year our Junior year of high school I was in class with Aliza. Who was the mean girl, and the perfect,pretty captain of the cheer team. She hated me for.. i don't know why, but it seemed like she hated my bond with Chris as because everybody knows she was in love with Chris, but he had zero interest in her.

We were all sitting in English. Me and Chris, and these two other boys Chris was friends with. I was next to Chris as his two friends were sitting in front of us. I was tired, I had gotten maybe an hour of uncomfortable sleep. so I was barely awake laying my head on Chris' shoulder before Aliza, and her friends walk up to us with a bottle of water in her hand.

I lift my head off chris' shoulder to see what she wanted. But before I could even ask what she wanted she opens the water bottle in her hand and splashes it straight in my face causing me to be soaked.

I froze. I didn't know what to do besides cry. I bursted into tears crying as everyone bursts out laughing, and taking photos and videos. I got up out of my seat running out Chris following after me.

I sobbed running before Chris grabbed me by my shoulder turning me around hugging me holding my head.

"Oh love i'm so sorry, its okay just brea-" I cut him off.

"Chris i- why would she do that? she ruined me!" I say sobbing

• END OF FLASHBACKS •

| Y/N'S POV |

And I wasn't over exaggerating because she did. The whole school went on about this for Months!.. now i don't know why, but it did and Aliza did not stop,And ruined who I was at Somerville high.

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I finally got home and about an hour passes and my phone rings.

*CHRISSS 🫀🫂* Is calling- answer//decline?

I for some reason answer the phone.

"Hey idiot, open the door I'm freezing"

I hang up the phone, got out of bed, and opened the door.

"what does your pathetic ass want?" I say rolling my eyes.

"Can I come in please? its -8 degrees" He over exaggerates.

I open the door wider signalling for him to come in. I shut the door and face his guilty eyes.

"What do u want?" I say trying my hardest not to cry.

"Look.. Y/n I'm so sorry for kissing Aliza, but that's not the full story, And just- before you cut me off let me explain. Okay so..."

• FLASHBACK FROM EARLIER TODAY •

I was walking with my friend Nate to class realizing I had left my AirPod's in my Lacross bag which was mainly the only thing I needed in my locker. The rest of it is my best friend Y/n's stuff.

I walk to my locker and open locker door half way before Aliza slams it shut. God this bitch again. I say in my head. Aliza has been obsessed with me since freshman year, and I hate her. Especially after what she did to my sweet girl y/n she is my best friend, and I hate Aliza for what she did to her last year.

"What do you want Aliza." I huff already pissed and annoyed.

"oh why I just thought you looked really good today so I just wanted to give you this." she says and before I get to ask what, she slams her lips onto mine holding my face so I couldn't move. I could have thrown up right there. She kissed me for about 5 seconds until a loud bang. It was Y/n. Shit.

"No Y/n wai-" I trail off as shes already gone. I try to chase after her, but she was already gone. Fuck.

• END OF FLASHBACK •

Y/N'S POV

"So that's what happened Y/n/n I'm so sorry I tried pulling away from her but her hands literally wouldn't budge. I'm so sorry you know I would never do that to you. I love you so much I'm sorry."

I felt terrible for what I said to Chris. Hes not selfish or annoying. He's the best, He's perfect, and I was so wrong for what I did. I didn't even let him explain. I felt terrible.

"No no no Chris don't be sorry I should be sorry for what I said. I didn't mean any of it, and I'm sorry for not letting you explain I'm sorry I love you." I blurt out quick.

"Shh its okay I know you didn't mean it love." he says hugging me tightly before letting go. "So are we good now?" He chuckles.

I nod my head yes before speaking.

"Look at you. you're soaked!" I giggle "Its okay I still have your hoodie, and sweats you gave me" I say grabbing his hand, and going upstairs handing him the clothes.

"You know how you have a drawer of clothes in my room cause you're always over?" He asks

"Yeah.. what about it?"

"We should keep one of those here for me" He says letting out a small laugh.

"I would be the one wearing them" I say chuckling

"Yeah you fucking clothe thief" He says holding up his clothes I gave him

"yeah, yeah, shut up" I say before walking out so he can change.

He get's changed, and tells me I can come in.

"So I get the hint you're staying here?" I ask.

"Yeah, but where are your parents?" He questions

"oh they went on a couples vacation i guess" I say as my black, and white 8 month kitty walks in.

"Hey Luna babyyy" I say picking her up. She was super tiny, and very fragile, but shes adorable.

"Ayeee Lunaaa my fav!" Chris says, carefully grabbing her from my hands while I close my door.

"Hey I wanna watch Riverdale so just watch it with me" I tell Chris as i put Riverdale on.

"AGAIN?" He yells startling me and Luna. "Whoops sorry lil Lun (loon), but haven't we watched this together like 8 times already?!" He asks

"Yeah, and we're about to watch it for the 9th" I say grinning

He chuckles but knows there is no changing my mind. I turn my lights off, and turn on my star light projector, and hop in bed next to Chris, and Luna.

Luna lays by Chris' legs and I lay on his chest. Most people might think it's odd that we are this close, but we have known each other since day one. literally! they were in my hospital room while I was being born. Since our parents are best friends, and they were a year older than me, but still our bond is different and I love it.

Eventually I got tired and fell asleep before I knew it with Riverdale still playing, and Chris playing with my hair.

"Good night love" He whisper's shortly before he also falls asleep.

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renaholmesblog · 2 years ago

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY

" First Love"

When I was in junior high the only thing that makes me happy was my friends and my family. My father does not allow me to have a boyfriend. Except for my mother, she had no policy about that. However, I chose to obey my father because I love him although I love my mother too. Nevertheless, I need to obey my father for the reason that I don't want to give them a displeasure. I know that is not a time to have a relationship, and they also know that I had no interest in boys. I am not a spoiled daughter, however, my father always gives me anything even though I did not ask him to buy those things. I am so grateful that God gives me a wonderful father that always there by my side when I had massive problems, always there for me every time I need someone to talk to about how I was exhausted, and feeling sad.

One day I met new pals, I left my old friends for the reason that they always slandered me whenever we are not together. One of my new friends always invites me to their house, and we always go to school together. After a week that we have been together, my father warned me that "don't join them too much" and I can see on his face that he had no trust in them My father notice also that something changed with me since I meet my new friends. I did not listen to him instead I continued what I was doing at that time. After a week I already know how to drink alcohol, sometimes I pretend to my father that I was not drunk. was always late for school, and become too lazy to go to school. every time my father reprimanded me I always yelled at him and occasionally I mocked him because I don't want to obey him anymore I already felt jealous every time I see some parents allow their child to go out at night and I want to feel like that. One day, one of my pals invited me to her 18 birthday and didn't expect that I met there the boy who stole my heart, after the party, he asks my number and after how many weeks he ask me again if he can court me. I know that is not the right time to have a boyfriend but I already fall for him, so I said "yes" and I told him immediately that my father did not allow me for this kind of relationship and he said that he understand my situation and he respects that. so we decided to hide our relationship from my family, only my pals know that I had already a boyfriend. And I already neglected myself and my study, and I learn to skip class just to see him. One night we went to the beach with his pals and I lied to my father that I'm with my classmates and we will make a school project. After how many hours I saw my father from far, his so furious. He already knows where I am and someone told him that I have a boyfriend. He punched my boyfriend and pulled me. I can't blame him besides this is all my fault, I neglected my study, always skip in class, drink alcohol, obsibediance with my father.

My mother decides that I will continue my studies here in Cavite. Even though I didn't want to go because I don't want to leave my father. Nevertheless, I have no choice because my mother already got a ticket for me. While I am packing my things into my bag I gradually regret a lot because I was too careless as a responsible daughter, thinking more that my father didn't love me every time he told me not to go with my new friends. I always ask myself why he associates with me the things that make me happy. I thought wrong because my father just wanted to protect me. After all, he didn't want me to be like other women who had children early due to neglect of themselves and their parents. I realized that parents know everything we do, and that's why we can't blame them for being stern for the reason that they are the only ones who can help us when we make wrong decisions in life.

BIOGRAPHY

"My Sister, My Bestfriend"

Phelia Isabel Mangubat is a loving and caring sister. Even though we are not the same father, that is not a big deal for us, as long we both know that we love, we care about each other. When she was in elementary she always join contests. She is a competitive person and as a sister, I always told her that I am so proud of her. One day when our family had massive problems my mother decided that Isabel need to stop her studies due to a lack of finances. I felt so pitied that time because I had no idea what going to do for her. Additionally, I was so furious at my sister's father because he abandoned our mother after he knows that my mother is pregnant. After my mother give birth to my sister, she already finds a job.

After four months, my cousin asked permission from my mother if can bring my sister to Esabel and where she can continue her studies, and my mother immediately agreed. I can see in her eyes that she is not ready to go. We had a lot of meaningful memories together, such as growing up together, playing games, exploring the outdoors, and celebrating holidays and special occasions. After a few days when they already arrive in Cavite city. Phelia, settled into her new life at Cavite, kept in touch with me through phone calls and video chats. We always talk about everything that was happening in our lives and share stories about our day even though we are far away. Phelia studied grade four again here in Cavite. Her life became easier since my cousin took her. More attention was paid to her studies because of the help of our mother's sister. Her dream is to become a flight attendant, so even though many trials came to our family, she didn't give up on it, however, it made her even stronger. It's rare to have people like her who at a young age have big dreams in life and will not be defeated no matter how hard she goes through and when she goes through them.

After 3 years, we lost communication with each other because my cell phone broke. I miss them so much, especially my sister. because we got used to always talking on messenger to say hello to each other. A lot has changed in her and that has made me admire her even more. she has become even better since she studied here in Cavite and consistency is also the ability to be with honor. That is why it is undeniable that she is the favorite nephew of our mother's siblings because of her talent. she has changed a lot, she is now fluent in Tagalog and she has become more talkative than before when she was still in province. For her, it doesn't matter how many times she was stopped from studying, because she understands what our parents are going through. The important thing is that she continues her studies and she always thinks that she has a dream in life, she can't just submit to the trials she is experiencing. We are also very grateful to our mother because even though she was exhausted from finding a job, she did not show us how tired and hard she was doing. I also thank the Lord because he gave me a sister who is very loving and caring, and who does not just give up on the challenges of her life.

PERSONAL NARRATIVE

" A Father's Love "

When I was in kindergarten, I was always accompanied by my father to and from places. I remember those days when I couldn't see my father around in our classroom, I would immediately cry. He always brought me a toy, like a Barbie or a cooking set. When he brought me to my mother's house, he always gave me a goodbye kiss and bought me some food before leaving. I always say that "I hope all children have a father like him, who loves their child more than themselves.

When I was already in elementary, my father still accompanied me. Our class in the morning is from 7:00 to 11:30 and afternoon from 1:30 to 4:30 . He constantly brought me to my mother's house and every afternoon before 1:30 pm he picked me up at my mother's house. I can see in his eyes that he's exhausted due to the hit of the sun and sometimes even though it's a rainy day he's still picked me. One day my mother brought another guy into our house, I was hiding crying because I don't have any trust in another guy, except my fathers. One day my father talked to my mom and he asks if I could be at his house every Monday to Friday and I will be back at her house every Saturday to Sunday night, my mother immediately agree to less money to commute. After a couple of weeks, I was finally comfortable at my father's house, and I spent more time with my grandmother too. Every night my father always told me that I need to be a brave woman. Because they are not always there by my side forever, in every word that he speaks out there's a deep meaning that I cannot change because that is reality. Every time my father goes to our school just to pick me up, we always passed by to our favorite store which is the "BURGER KING". Since I was born, my father has never raised his hand to me. Instead, he always spoke to me and preached. He would read the bible every night, and whenever there were no school the next day, he would invite me to read with him before going to bed. Since my mother left, I have been living with my father rfor over three years now. Our life used to be difficult because he did not have a job, but despite that, we were happy because we were able to eat three time a day. Sometimes we had to borrow money or rice from my father's friend because we did not have anything. It was ardous, but I could not work at that time. However, I want to try to work while studying, but my father does not want to let me. He says it's better for him to find a job and support me so thst I can continue my studies. I remember when I was walking home from schoo, I suddenly felt nervou, so I hurriedly walked faster. When I arrived home, I saw my father's three friends outside. I immediately approached"Mano po" . My whole body softened when I found out why they were there, they had helped my father get home because they had seen him getting tired along the way. On that day, my father was trying to find a way to make money, even though the sun was very hot. My father has a heart deseas, which makes him get tired very quickly. Just a few days ago, my father and grandmother decided to rent our second house and sell the rest of the land to but what we need for our daily expenses.

No matter how hard it is, what we've been going through before, we still don't give up. Dad is the one who taught me how to stay positive every day, even though there are many challenges that we face. Although Papa is not a perfect father in my mom's eyes, for me, he is perfect. I never forget to pray and thank the Lord for giving me a father who loves and cares for his son. I always wish that there were more fathers like him so that all children could be happy, even if their families are not complete. Dad is the kind of man you would rather spend time with every day than anyone else. Sometimes, in life, it is inevitable to make mistakes, but as long as there is time to change, it's not a mistake if you make that change. So, I hope my fellow young people will also take care of their parents because without them, we are nothing in the world. Love and take care of them while they are still with us because life can be fleeting, and we don't know what tomorrow will bring.

REACTION TO A PERSONAL NARRATIVE

" The Art Of Being Your Self "

After reading Ysabelle's narrative, I can see how she managed her feelings, even though the girl she wanted to court did not have the same feelings for her. She accepted the fact that the girl did not like her back. Normalizing same-gender relationships should be the norm in hearts and souls, and connections should ignite regardless of gender. Let yourself embrace who you are.

I have many pals who share the same feelings as Ysabelle, and while reading her story of how she discovered her true self, I can feel the pain, even though we are not the same. I can see how sweet and caring Ysabelle is, based on my experience with her as one of my trusted friends. Our society is still full of discrimination and uneducated people. Being yourself is one of the most important to goals of each person. It's okay to be rejected by someone you love, and it's okay to cry. If that is the wat to calm yourself, then go ahead. You cannot plead with the person who merely regarded you as a friend. Loving someone without them knowing, and almost falling for someone of the same gender, was amazing. Love is not only about the person you choose to be with for a long time. it's also about how you communicate with someone who has a pure interest in you. I can see in Ysabelle that she never felt regret when she discovered her true self. She was in her first year when she felt that there was something Inside her body that she could not even identify. Eventually, she discovered that she was slowly falling inlove with her friend. I know that some of her friends were proud of her for who she is, and I am one of that.

It was so nice to hear that Ysabelle is still obsessed with her same gender. Being true to your self is necessary because that is what defines the real you. You don't need to hide from people for who you are. I know some people lack confidence and think it's embarrassing to express their true selves. Always remember, confidence is the key to express your thoughts and being who you are. Being obsessed with the same gender is not awful. Choose your heart over your mind. I can see and feel that Ysabelle is happy for being who she is, and I'm so proud of her for being true to her self.

REFLECTIVE ESSAY

" Learn To Forgive,

But Not To Forget "

I was in grade 10 when I met the boy who had a crush on me. He added me on Facebook and started to talk to me, either through social media or in person. At first, I had no feelings for him, I did not see anything in him. After a few weeks of talking, he finally confessed to me that he had feelings and wanted to court me. I rejected him, not because I hated boys, but because I had no idea or experience with love. At that time, the word "LOVE" meant loving myself, my family, and my cats.

After rejecting him, I expected that he would stop chatting with me, but I was wrong. He proved to me how much he loved and obsessed over me. After weeks, I began to feel something was wrong because I felt jealous whenever someone, especially a girl, talked to him. Until one day, I discovered that I already had feelings for him and that I was ready to be his girlfriend. When I said "yes," I could see the ecstasy in his brown eyes. After months of being a couple, he always bought me food, and we hung out sometimes. We went to the mall, and he bought me a necklace. I was so happy at that time because I didn't believe in love when it came to relationships with boys. After a month, we celebrated our first anniversary at my house. We were both legal to our parents, so there was no need to hide when we planned to go outside.

After weeks of our first anniversary, a girl chatted with me, and she told me that my boyfriend was using another account to chat with her. At first, I didn't believe her because I'm not the type of person who immediately believes rumors without evidence. However, she sent me a screenshot of a conversation between her and my boyfriend, where he wanted to meet her. After reading it, I cried like a river because I gave him everything I had, including love and trust. My heart was so glad, but he chose to throw it all away, and now I was left to pick up the pieces. I decided to break up with him, and we met at our favorite place. He begged me so badly, but I needed to choose myself over the pain he gave me. Although it hurt to let him go, I knew it was for the best. I always cherished the love he gave me, but now it was time to move on and be ecstatic.

After we broke up, I saw that he already had a new girlfriend, and every time I saw him, instead of feeling pain, I felt upset. But I already forgave him for what he did to me, although I would never forget. I was ecstatic because finally, the thorn had been removed. Sometimes we need to choose ourselves over the people who give us pain that we don't deserve. Even though he cheated on me, I'm still ecstatic because of him; I have a reason why I don't want to trust any guy anymore except my father. Love doesn't always have a happy ending; sometimes, it has a sad ending. I learned that no matter how long your relationship is, if you are not meant for each other, have no choice but to accept the reality.

DEFINITION ESSAY

" Independent "

Being an independent woman is empowering and liberating. When I was in grade 2, my mom taught me how to clean our house, wash dishes, clothes, And sometimes she would tell me that I needed to learn how to do the simplest tasks both inside and outside our house, along with everything else , when that day comes, I would be alone and I would become an independent woman. At first, it was so hard. I was always exhausted because there was no one to help me, except myself. When my mom left me with my half sister, every night I would cry, consumed by fear. However, I soon realized my own strength problems are just temporary obstacle.

After I celebrated my 18th birthday, nothing changed. Birthdays seemed like ordinary days to me. Nevertheless, I remained grateful that God granted me the opportunity to exist in this world, fully aware of the cruelty my family had endured. Even though numerous challenges have come into my life, people have never witnessed me shedding tears in front of them. However, there have been moments when I found myself crying in the presence of someone, a clear indication that I could no longer contain my emotions.Because of my desire to be independent, I endured all the hardships I experienced. It's painful to think sometimes that at a young age, I have already faced many difficulties, but for me, that's 'success needs sacrifice' that keeps revolving in my mind. I wouldn't have achieved all of this if it weren't for my mother, who taught me at a young age how to be a true woman, who can stand on her own two feet even without a man in her life. It's wonderful to live with loved ones, but as time goes by, I understand more and more why many people just want to be alone in life. It's not because they don't love their family, but because you need to train yourself to be independent, without a family holding onto you, because there will come a time when they won't be there for us.

At a young age, knowing how to handle one's life without relying on assistance from family is truly commendable. I have encountered numerous problems, but none of them succeeded in destroying me. The more problems I faced, the stronger I became as an independent woman. It is important to remember that being independent is not easy, but it is the only way to truly showcase your authentic self. It teaches you resilience, self-reliance, and the ability to overcome any obstacle that comes your way. Embracing independence empowers women to take control of their lives, pursue their dreams, and make their own choices. It fosters personal growth, builds confidence, and allows for greater self-discovery. Being an independent woman is a journey worth embarking on, as it opens up a world of possibilities and enables you to create your own path to success.

FACIAL RECOGNITION

" Smile "

It was an immense source of gratitude that God created someone like him. I felt incredibly lucky to have a father like him. I saw in his eyes exhaustion, pain, loneliness, and hopelessness. However, amidst the cruel world, one thing I saw in his eyes was bravery. Even though there are a lot of problems we are facing, especially with him, he never gets tired of smiling. He always shows me that no matter how cruel life is, you need to smile.

Behind his beautiful smile, I can see the pain behind his back. The only things I can give to him are "love" and being an "obedient daughter." He's my number one supporter when it comes to things that I want to do. I can feel the support he gives me, even though we are far away. His smile brings back memories of when we were still together. Every time I come home from school, he always gives me a smile, and that smile holds a special meaning for me. "You can do it, anak" - that sentence always plays in my mind, as he says it every time he sees me struggling with my activities. Whenever I see him smiling, my heart becomes lighter. I know some people may not think he's the best father, but for me, he's the best father that God has created in the entire world.We are not wealthy in money, but we are wealthy in love and care as a family. His way to comfort himself is through his smile. Even when we face numerous problems in life, he never gets tired of smiling. One thing that I love about my father is that he never forced me to get an honor. He knows that I wanted to achieve an honor this past quarter, but he responded to me, saying, 'With or without honor, anak, as long as you did your best.' My father is also the sweetest and most protective man in the world. He always reminds me to pray before and after waking up and before going to sleep. He frequently texts me about how much they miss me. Every time I see my father's smile, I feel like I'm right beside him.

People change their love for their family, but as long as I'm alive, I will always adore my father. Amidst the ebb and flow of life, I want to proclaim to the world the presence of a father whose smile lights up even the darkest of days. No matter the challenges that come our way, his unwavering smile remains a steadfast source of strength and inspiration. It is a reflection of his resilience, his unwavering love, and his unwavering belief in the power of positivity. Whenever I catch a glimpse of my father's radiant smile, my heart instantly melts, and I am reminded of the immense joy and comfort he brings to my life. His smile is not only a reflection of his own happiness but also a symbol of the unbreakable bond we share, leaving an everlasting impression on all those fortunate enough to witness it.

TESTIMONIO

" We Are All Beautiful In Our Own Way "

When I was enjoying my life in elementary school, there was a time when I couldn't promise myself that I needed to be brave and confident for what God had given me. in a world where beauty is often defined by societal standards, it's time to embrace a powerful truth "We are all beautiful in our own way". In our society where we are living, full of judging, people do not know the meaning of being "kayumangi." They do not realize that while they are laughing, there are people crying from afar because of what they did.

Being a "kayumangi" is a blessing. At first, I didn't pay much attention to my appearance. I never felt insecure about my skin because I'm proud to be Filipino. However, one day, my classmates bullied me because of my color, and I felt like I was the only one who looked ugly. My confidence slowly faded because of their actions. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't because I didn't want them to see me as weak. That's why whenever people told me I was gorgeous, I felt like they were lying or mocking my skin color. In high school, I started using whitening soaps, spending all my money in the hopes of achieving the desired color. However, in the end, I failed. I ended up with nothing. That's when I changed my mindset. I stopped going outside and became timid when socializing with other people in our community. There was a time when my grandmother told me that I was gorgeous. She always reminded me not to mind what others said about my skin because we all have different beauty. Over time, I slowly realized that I didn't need to use soap or feel insecure about myself or be jealous of others because I possess a unique beauty. I believe that every person in this world has their own unique beauty.

However, I have proven to myself that my color is not a problem because the people in my community are the problem. They cannot educate themselves, and they do not know the true meaning of being 'kayumangi. Now, that I have gained confidence in myself, I want to show the whole world that color is not a basis to be called 'beautiful' or 'ugly.' Every person possesses their own kind of beauty that not everyone can see. I believe that the Lord did not create anything ugly; we have just been conditioned by a judgmental world.

TRAVELOGUE

" Star City "

March 18 was the day of our field trip. The star city was the last place we visited. I was so ecstatic at that time because it was my first time going there. The weather was perfect, with the sun shining brightly and a gentle breeze in the air.

I woke up early to prepare the things that I needed to bring. When I arrived at our meetup place near our school, I saw the teachers and students. Around 5 am, the bus had already left. Unfortunately, I was not feeling well at that time; I felt dizzy and nauseous. That's why I asked my teacher, Ma'am Minie, if I could change my seat to the front to feel better. When I was still young, my dream was to go to Star City with my whole family, but it was denied to me by the Lord. So when our school announced that there would be a field trip, I didn't hesitate to join, especially when I found out that one of our destinations would be the place of my dreams. When we arrived at Star City, even from a distance, I could hear the screams of people, which made me even more excited to try all the rides. As we entered with my classmates, I felt a bit sad because although my dream of going to Star City was fulfilled, my dream of entering together with my whole family was not. Therefore, I entertained myself with my classmates because I couldn't say when I would be able to go back there again. We first rode the roller coaster, which was fun but also made me a little nervous because it was my first time. As we spun around, I thought that I might get sick, so I tried my best to avoid it. The second ride we entered was the horror house, also known as "Night of Horror." It was enjoyable and a bit scary. We rode many more rides. I was so caught up in the enjoyment that I forgot about feeling unwell. I realized that even if my family wasn't with me on my first visit to Star City, I could still be happy. I was happy because my friends were there, ready to accompany me on my trip and make me laugh.

It has been a year since I last felt much joy in our house, and I have lost the desire to socialize with other people. Nevertheless, I am happy to see myself enjoying even without my parents around. Sometimes, I can't help but gaze at children who have their families with them. However, despite it all, my friends are always there, ready to make me happy. One thing I will never forget is going to Star City and how we laughed and teased each other. I treasure those moments of laughter and bonding as they bring warmth and happiness to my heart, reminding me that joy can be found even in the simplest of experiences.

LITERARY JOURNALISM

" Cong TV "

Cong TV, a popular YouTube and vlogger, has become a source of happiness for countless people, including myself. Since I first stumbled upon his vlogs in 2016, I have been captivated by his infectious energy, genuine humor, and relatability. Though his content, Cong TV has managed to bring joy to the lives of many people, including my self, while also using his platform to help other in need.

One of the way Cong TV brings happiness to people is through his unique style of comedy. His witty remarks, hilarious skits and spontaneous pranks never fail to elicit laughter. In a world filled with stress and worries, Cong TV's videos provide a much - needed escape, offering a few minutes of pure entertainment. His ability to find humor in everyday situations and share it with his viewers is a gift that brings smiles to faces and brightens even the gloomiest of days. As one of Cong TV's fans, I have personally experienced the impact he has had on my life. Whenever I watch his vlogs , I cannot help but feel a surge of happiness and laughter. His authenticity and down-to-earth personality make me feel like I'm part of his journey, creating a sense of connection and camaraderie. Cong TV's videos have helped me negative through challenging times, reminding me to find joy in the little things and not take life too seriously. Furthermore, Cong TV's unwavering commitment to pursuing his passion has inspired me to follow my own dreams. Seeing his dedication, hard work, and success motivates me to strive for excellence in my own endeavor. He serves as a reminder that with perseverance and a genuine love for what we do, we can achieve our goals and make a positive impact on others.

Cong TV's presence in the digital realm has brought happiness to countless individuals, including my self.. through his humor and relatability, he has managed to spread joy, laughter, and positivity. As his fan, I am grateful for the happiness he has given me and inspired by his dedication to helping others. Cong TV's impact extends far beyond the screen, reminding us the power of laughter, kindness, and the ability to make a difference in the lives of others.

SELF - OBITUARY

" Until We Meet Again "

As I approach the end of my life, I want to look back and appreciate the journey that shaped me, the people who supported me, and the impact I made. With heartfelt thanks , I write this self - obituary to honor the live, laughter, and cherished memories I experienced. In this self obituary, I express my gratitude to my dear mother mother, sister, and pals who stood by me through think and thin.

I was luck to he born to loving parents aho guided me and taught me important values. My mother, a strong and caring person, loves me unconditionally and gave me the courage to pursue my dreams. I am so grateful for her sacrefices and unwavering support. My father, a wise and honest man, taught me the importance of hard work and responsibility. He shaped my character and helped me face challenges. I appreciate his constant love and the lessons he taught me. My sister, my lifelong companion, shared laughter, tears, and countless memories with me. She was always there for me, and her love and friendship meant the world to me. I am so thankful for her presence and understanding. In life, true pals bring joy, laughter, and shared experiences. To my dear pals, I want to say a heartfelt thank you. Your support, loyal, and laughter made my journey richer. Every moment we spent together was a treasure I will always cherish. Though I may be leaving this world, the memories we created will endure. The remind us of the gift of friendship and the power of love that goes beyond our physical existence. As I say goodbye, I carry the profound impact each of you had on my life.

As I say goodbye to my dear mother, father, sister, and pals, I hold onto the love and memories we shared. They may no longer be physically present, but their impact on my life is everlasting. Until we meet again, I will carry their love and lessons with me, finding straight in their guiding spirits. Farewell, dear cries, until the day we reunite.

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#Sorry im having a moment #cs

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mindofharry · 3 years ago

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In which bad boy!harry says the wrong name during sex.

ANGST. SMUT. MY HEART IS BROKEN. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE WELCOME AS ALWAYS :-)

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“Fuck, I missed my girls.” Harry said as he pulled up Y/N’s shirt. Y/N giggled and threw her head back as Harry began to kiss down her chest, in between her breasts. They had just arrived home from the library. Y/N needed to get some extra studying done and Harry hates being away from her. So usually the spend every Thursday in the library.

“You would think I deprive you. You saw the girls not even two hours ago.” Y/N said remembering how desperate he was for her tits, in the library. She eventually agreed to sneak off for a bit and they ended up fucking in the bathrooms — which she will never do again. Her knees are definitely not made for that.

“Still missed them.” Harry said placing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue flicking around it making Y/N arch her back.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Is my puppy swearing, Naughty girl.” Harry teased as he kissed down her stomach and pulled down her leggings.

“I’m a good girl.” Y/N said panting, as Harry kissed the inside of her legs.

“I’m your bad boy, you’re my good girl.” Harry said and kicked up your thigh. He pulled down her lace panties and hummed at the sight of her.

They’d only been dating for three months, but it felt like he’d known her a life time. She’s so supportive and just the most beautiful person he’d ever met. So selfless and god does Y/N have the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen.

They had slept together in their second month of dating. Harry had been honoured that Y/N was willing to give up her virginity and let him help her through that. It was so special and honestly, he likes to think of it as his first time too. But since then, they have sex about 3 times a day. It’s really not normal, but harry is just obsessed with his girl.

“This is my cunt. All mine.” Harry said his tongue flicking up her clit after every word.

“So good.” Y/N moaned and Harry could almost cum at the noises coming out of her.

Ethereal is the only word that comes close to describing Y/N L/N.

“Want your cock. Please, Harry.” Y/N sobbed and Harry nodded, liking the effect he had on her.

He first started liking her in junior year. But his cock had other ideas and wanted to chase after anyone that would have sex with him — which happened to be the whole school. Harry soon grew a reputation of being the bad boy of the school. Y/N doesn’t treat him like the others do. All he could do was tease the shit out of her to get a reaction. Eventually he wore her out and they got closer. He actually wanted a relationship. To hold hands, kiss, drop her home. He wanted all of it. With Y/N.

Y/N stroked Harry’s cock and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. She had magic fingers. He wondered where she’d been all his life.

“I love this cock.” Y/N mumbled, licking around the tip, but not taking the full cock into her mouth.

“Now, fuck me please?”

“Oh, I have ruined you, haven’t I sweetheart?” Harry teased as he kissed down her neck. His hand went to his cock and then pushed towards her pussy. He teased the entrance with the tip his cock making Y/N buck her hips upwards.

“You need this cock? Tell me how much you need it.” Harry said, his hand coming to throat.

“Need it so bad. Please. I’m begging for your cock.” Y/N cried, tears rolling down her face. Harry thrusted into her cunt, without any warning.

None of the other girls felt like this. Y/N felt heavenly. He remembers a girl called Nadia, who used to bite his cock but she had big tits, so he just sat back and ignored it.

“Harry..” Y/N moaned, her fingers scratching at his back.

“Nadia….”

Y/N paused and the tears of pleasure, turned into tears of pain. She pushed Harry off her and jumped up off the bed.

“What the fuck!” Harry yelled, as he sat up on the bed.

“No! You what the fuck! Nadia? Seriously?” Y/N shouted, trying to hold in the sob.

“I thought you had changed. That you actually liked me. Are you fucking Nadia on the side?” Y/N yelled grabbing her t-shirt from the floor.

Harry cursed and walked over to Y/N.

“Baby… Listen, I was just thinking about her and then—“

“You were thinking about another girl while fucking me? Are you serious?” Y/N yelled, tears falling down her cheeks. Her heart broke into little tiny pieces and she honestly doesn’t know how she’s going to pick them up.

“It wasn’t what you think! Ok, just let me explain.”

“What’s there to explain. You were thinking about another girl while fucking me and then you said her name! You are an asshole! Don’t fucking talk to me again.” Y/N said pulling open the door and walking downstairs.

Harry cursed and pulled his boxers.

“Y/N don’t fucking leave me! I swear to god!” Harry said and Y/N turned around her eyes filling with rage.

“What are you gonna do! Call me another’s girls name? Fuck someone else?” Y/N yelled.

“You know anyone else, I don’t think it would hurt that much. You know maybe a few years, but my heart wouldn’t of been broken. But it’s you! It’s always been you for me! And I thought when finally started paying attention to me, you would actually like me for me. Not for my brains or my fucking tits. I guess I was wrong.”

Harry sniffed and looked around.

“Don’t come near me again, Harry.”

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thesolotomyhan · 3 years ago

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ramon arellano felix being jealous would include

a/n: continuing the jealously headcanons since some of you guys asked and well,,, i decided to make ramon the next one but listen i lowkey subconsciously feel like this es basura yet here i am uploading it so we’ll see

warnings: nsfw!

wow ok jealous ramon? ay dios mio is this hot tempered mf not going to be scared at all to make a whole ass scene if necessary

because if season 2 brought out his psychotic tendencies and heated levels of aggression?? season 3 introduced the above all taste of everything

because do you guys remember that recent scene at roxanne in s3 where some guy bumped into ramon which caused his shoes to get all stained and dirty??

and then it just proceeded into ramon getting into a fit and almost getting the guy killed just for that sole reason???

yeah so que dios ayude at the bozo that tried to get with you,, the princesa of tijuana

and woW so ill let you pick whatever route you want to take for this because,,,,

first the thought of you and ramon being exes with obvious feelings still there that anyone near the two of you could mistaken you both are still very much together is a path i feel like would happen with him

it would literally feel like a breakup between the two of you never happened you feel? and thats just something i vibe with right now

because while you both are essentially free to see whoever you want and wherever you want,, the spark of jealousy rising is something that i yearn because look the idea of you taking some poor guy to roxanne

who would have no idea you were ramon arellanos novia beforehand while he has his hands all over you

and all of this just so you could come over here and make ramon jealous since he was with some other viejas last week completely forgetting about your relationship because “ya no somos nada” is just making me swoon- un par de pinches toxicos alright

but if you want to take a different route say,,, you and ramon are very much together but maybe you just felt a little more confident tonight and all that-

and maybe this mf wouldve had some viejas going up to him all night acting like hes not acompañado with you,,

so you just deciding to push some of ramons buttons back while youre out here dancing on the floor with some guy behind you getting a little too close to you to be friendly-

just you acting all single to get a rise out of ramons pendejadas is just woW

but just listen any route you chose to take,, it will have this bitch doing a double take,, and blocking out any person or noise around him just so he could solely focus on you-

like oh my god,, do you guys know that scene with him on top of the table at roxanne after dinas wedding,, i would imagine him doing that,, all contento while he drinks and just pasandose a toda madre with the juniors around him

i just know as soon as his smile about being happy is up,, its fading away at that second when he spots you down on the dancefloor with some pendejos hands on your hips,,

just watching the way you would smile when your date leans in to whisper in your ear,, his arms beginning to encircle you-

like wow ramons doing that dead stare he does all the time setting his jaw in place as he watches the scene unfold in front of him and hes already running through so many ways he could break this cabrons hands in two for touching you like that- because whether his emotional ass realized it now or before,, tu eres su mujer and no one elses

just because i feel like he would struggle so fucking bad getting his feelings across to you which is why i say that -

and like him just blatantly ignoring the calling of his name because all he can really focus on is the temper rising internally in himself,,,

this grip on his champagne glass getting progressively harder and the heavy feeling of wanting to use his gun thats behind his pants when your dates face inches closer to your face-

and its like everything slows down for him because all i know is that ramon is fucking pissed that youre out here like nothing with someone new and not him,, lo abandonaste even tho this mf was the first one to start it,,

so him just finishing his drink,, his jaw fucking clenched as he throws his glass on the ground,, his tempered ass already pulling out his gun taking the safety off and all and just outright ignoring the voice calling his name out like que te pasa cabron?

him striding down the stairs with the juniors right behind him not hesitating to follow him

ayy no the way this man is parting the crowd with the thumping of the music matching his movements-

him not stalling to get in between the two of you and getting his face all up on your date like “oyes cabron, si esa es mi pinche mujer, quien vergas crees que eres”

and i can just imagine your date being this cocky mf sizing ramon up like “oh si? ella me dijo que no tenia novio, pero igual nomas me la cogo mas duro, seguro que no ay problema”

and padre santo if ramon wasnt pissed off enough already this man is riled up beyond belief because all i can imagine is the way ramon would sarcastically smile and just suddenly bring the butt of his gun up to hit this guys face like “pinche pendEJO”

him turning around and signaling for his guys to take care of your date outside, and him just giving you a once over, heat in his eyes and grabbing hold of your arm and dragging you away to one of the vips rooms in the back,,

not even giving you a second look when you try to pull away from him like “que pedo ramon, que te pasa”

i - the way he would pull you into the room after him,, shutting the door behind you two while he brings your body close to his,,, his hold not budging when you try to pull away like “no que ya no estamos juntos, porque chingados hiciste eso ramon -”

wow him not wanting to hear anymore of you because hes already leaning down towards you and kissing you to shut up,,

roughly pulling you back against him when he feels you try to pull away and wow its going to be one of this rushed not wanting to separate because of unsaid feelings makeouts ok,,,

i- both of you just out of breath when he pulls away,, you both silently staring at each other and just desperately leaning towards eachother again because you both love each other more than life youre just too hardheaded to admit it ,,

him just picking your legs up and wrapping them around his waist,, walking you both towards this desk,,,

and let me just say this now because this horny raging and frustrated mf is going to break you 10 different ways ok,,

hes just going to get rid of the feelings of your dates hands on your body with his instead,,,

and so just him at first having you laid out in front of him,, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drives his hips into you,, him holding your arms right next to your head, not letting you look away from him otherwise hes stopping all of his movements -i

him placing his hand on your throat going “de quien eres bebe? de ese pendejo?” like wanting you to say his name and completely forget whoever you came here with-

woW him unwrapping your legs from around his waist,, spreading your legs out with his hands holding the underside of your thighs,,,

pulling your body down to him and watching the way your soft pussy takes him as he drills into you again and again-

him possessively watching the way you move your hands to play with your breasts,, whining out his name as your eyes roll back before you desperately open them back up again to look at him through your tears of pleasure as he picks one of your legs up over his shoulder-

one of his hands planting onto your stomach,, so he can bury himself even more into you,, his rough thrusts making your body bounce up everytime -im

him mesmerized with the way you would crease your eyebrows together,, your high pitched whines of his name filling the air,, your trembling body just fucking shaking with the way hes devastatingly filling you up-

y alguien ayude because if you even thought he was going to let you cum after the shit you pulled and him being jealous with the emotional range he has?? think again

because hes going to edge you all fucking night until you forget how to even think and walk,,

not letting you cum even if youre starting to have tears of pleasure and frustration roll down your cheeks because even as soon as he feels you start to tense up and start to squeeze his cock even tighter with your orgasm approaching-

este cabron is just stopping everything and all movements with his cock buried deep inside of you,,

smirking down at your wrecked form on the verge of losing your mind when you cry out at the lost build up

probably drooling while he moves this thumb to gently massage your swollen and weeping clit ,, holding your hips down with his other hand so you cant move your hips up into him like “nomas las niñas buenas se pueden venir, princesa” i good fuckinG BYE

porque all i know is that hes keeping that shit up for as long as he wants until all you remember to say is his name all slurred,, and just him reminding you that nomas el te ama and that hes the only one that can have you like this,,

claiming you and just straight up reminding you over and over again that youre his,, hes ruining you for anyone else - im

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tangledinmdzs · 4 years ago

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Your writing is wonderful and you are amazing! *Muah* everything is chef's kiss.

Could this wonderful person write drunk juniors, who been taken care by reader, confessing to reader?

I love your acc. It's addictive and worthy of getting addicted.

ahh

aw! you're much too kind. thank you for reading~

and yes i wouldn't mind doing this request at all, let's try this out!

i’ve written the opposite of this before, that you can read here

cheers~

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Lan Sizhui

the two of you are sitting in the park lot, under his apartment complex,

you’ve done your good duty of his friend by driving him home,

but he’s making your life hard

because he isn’t getting out of the car,

“Sizhui, I have work tomorrow,” you tell him, hope to get some logic into him

Sizhui isn’t a lightweight by any means

but growing up in a family with strict alcohol protocols (? is that what you call it?)

Sizhui hasn’t had that much experience

there are some drinks that he downs fine and others that wipe his ass

the bourbon shot thing that he had at the party a few hours ago, fell into the latter category

“y/nnnnnn, y/nnn, my y/n,” Sizhui sing songs, thrashing around in the passenger seat beside you

he’s so drunk, you think to yourself as you stare at the way his head leans on the seat belt, one he doesn’t want to take off

“Sizhui, let me unbuckle you, i’ll even walk you up,” you persuade and Sizhui actually shouts at you, objects like a five year old even though he’s 25

“no! staying here! with y/n!” Sizhui demands and you sigh at him,

but you can’t even be mad, because he’s so loud and cute unlike his natural quiet personality

“A-Yuan, be a good boy and let me unbuckle you, okay?” you try to convince and lean over the console to unbuckle him

before you hand can get any close to his seat belt,

his hands are on your face

squishing your cheeks together,

“A-Yuan?” you manage to get out, though it’s probably incoherent with how squished your cheeks are between his hands

Sizhui smiles, hums at you, the red on his cheeks high

“pretty y/n, you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever met in my entire life,” Sizhui tells you and you wanna snort at him but your face is still in the mercy of his hands

“t-tha-n- chu-” you try to say but stop short when Sizhui literally begins to lean in,

his lips are puckered out

he’s trying to kiss you

and he very well might!

you want to lean back on instinct, but Sizui’s got his hands on your face holding tight and he’s getting in close-

and there’s a small oof, from the man in front of you

the seatbelt that he had so adamantly tried not to take off,

limits him a millimeter from meeting your lips

Lan Jingyi

Jingyi hiccups as you both walk, swaying down the hallway to his apartment

it’s truly a miracle that you managed to even get him home, considering how simply wasted your best friend was

“y-y/n,” Jingyi hiccups your name, when you lean him against the side of the his door

you roll your eyes at him, and simply hold your hand out to him,

“i’m dropping you inside, then i’m going home,” you tell him and Jingyi simply hiccups again, stares at you and then smiles sleepily

“hmm,” Jingyi hums, almost as if teasing you and you let out a tired sigh (because this dude had been heavy to drag up the five flights to his apartment)

and you just begin to pat down his jeans and pockets for his keys, because really you didn’t have time for his games

Jingyi giggles here and chuckles there, wherever your hands land on him, moving from his back pockets all the way up his chest

“Jingyi, don’t tell me you forgot, your keys,” you’re really speaking to yourself at this rate, because Jingyi looks too out of it to even be processing anything that you are saying anyways

“didn’t forget, have them, right here” Jingyi says sleepily and pats the chest pocket on his jean jacket

“god, why didn’t you just tell me earlier-” you grumble

your reach out to his jacket only for your wrist to be grabbed

suddenly, swiftly you’re turned, your back slamming into the space that JIngyi had been standing in, your hands tugged to a hold against the wall

you widen your eyes at JIngyi,

this close, practically nose to nose, you can really smell the alcohol around him

“would you leave me after?” Jingyi asks you, solemn, sleepy

“it’s your apartment, Jingyi” you breathe out because the air between you two had always been friends

flirty, teasing but friendly

friends

“can’t you stay?” Jingyi’ asks, and you stare at him

there’s a pause in between the both of you where you’re trying to read what his hazy eyes on yours might mean

“stay with me,” Jingyi repeats

you stare deeply at him, wondering if you can

if you should

Jin Ling

Jin Ling is not pretty when he is drunk

he is a sad, mopey, angry drunk

luckily, he’s grown up to have a good hold with liquor

whether that be from experience or genes, you won’t know

honestly you’d only seen him drunk on a handful of occasions

tonight, sat with him in the his newly moved in apartment,

city ambiance behind you both in the late night

you’re seeing him again in this weird drunk state that he usually hides from you

even though you both have been friends for years

“y/n,” Jin Ling starts, solemn, serious, deep drunk voice that he always has whenever he’s reached his limit

you hum at him,

you’re pretty sober, opting for something fruit and light, not really having much alcohol

you were really here to keep him company, because the trend tends to be that Jin Ling likes to vent when he’s drunk

“you know, there’s someone that i like so much. i’ve liked them for...for some time. a long time...but i don’t think they’ll ever know,” Jin Ling admits to you

and you hum, because it’s the same person that he talks about every time he’s drunk,

“well, i mean, if you never tell them, they’re never going to know. so you’re really the one holding yourself back,” you say, a bit coldly

because he always talks about this mystery person

“i’ve told them! more than once, but they still don’t get it, they’re so stupid,” Jin Ling says, takes a nice chug of his beer can and then crushes it

you huff out a funny laugh at his way of showcasing strength, taking a lip sip from your fruity mix

“A-Ling you’re not the most direct person i’ve ever met. maybe it’s because you’ve been talking in circles with them,” you say, because leave it to Jin Ling to make someone misunderstand

you’re about to take another sip from your cup when hands grab your shoulders,

you’re turned roughly to face Jin Ling, scowling quickly after the surprise settles in your chest,

“dude! i could have spilled my drink-”

“i like you!” Jin Ling practically yells at you

you look at him like he’s grown two heads; because he’s drunk, so drunk and so not sober

“i like you so much more than you’ll ever know. i think i love you y/n,”

his voice is so deep, so solemn and so serious

he’s so drunk, you think as you stare at his flushed cheeks, tussled hair

you wish that he wasn’t

Ouyang Zizhen

you click your tongue at the sight of Zizhen,

your friend had never had always been a lightweight

but he still insisted on coming along to events like this,

and then sprawling out to sleep at the bar,

like he was now

softly snoring away as other patrons laughed behind their hands

you roll your eyes and push down the embarrassment as you do your best to get Zizhen awake and out of here,

because this place was really out of both of your depths if you were being completely honest

(you didn’t even drink)

“Zizhen, hey, Zizhen,” you call to him, pushing at his shoulder

you get to watch Zizhen slowly smack his lips before he turns to the other side of his arm to get comfortable

“oh my goodness, Zizhen, please, get up,” you’re pleading to him, because you’re always responsible for him when it comes to things like this-

you feel a tug on your arm,

you turn to look at Zizhen, blinking up at you from where he’s lying in his hands,

“you awake yet bud? i’m going to get a water bottle to sober you up a bit and then we better head out” you tell him, moving to do just that when you feel your arm tugged again

you turn to him, give him a looked (one of mild annoyance) and then move to leave

the third tug on your arm has you sprawling down onto the table beside him,

luckily you don’t hit your head, as you land solidly on Zizhen’s outstretched arm

“can you stay a little longer? like this?” Zizhen sleepily, drunkenly asks you

you blink at him, never having seen him at such an angle,

sleepy profile and hazy eyed

“we...we should get going,” you tell him, though your voice is a lot more gentle than you wanted it to be

Zizhen hums at you, closes his eyes again

you watch him, can’t bring yourself to wake him again

his warm palm thrums against your wrist,

where he still holds it

#mdzs #mdzs request #mdzs anon requests #mdzs scenario request #mdzs imagine request #mdzs reaction request #mdzs junior quartet #mdzs junior headcanons #mdzs lan sizhui x reader #mdzs lan jingyi x reader #mdzs jin ling x reader #mdzs ouyang zizhen x reader #ouyang x reader #jin ling x reader #lan jingyi x reader #sizhui x reader #tangledwriting #mdzs modern au

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btsqualityy · 3 years ago

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Myungie is 18 months - Soomin is 8 months

“Mama!” Myungie yelled at the top of his lungs. “Mama! Mama!”

He was following Eunji around the living room as she held Soo in her arms, trying to get her down for her bedtime. The little girl was fighting sleep, and was getting more agitated as her older brother yelled for their mother.

“Mama space book!” Myungie screamed while hitting his mom’s leg with his picture book. “Book pease!”

Eunji sighed loudly. Today wasn’t really a good day at work and Junior has been working longer hours which has him missing dinner, bath and bedtime routines with the kids. She was really stressed but tried her best holding it in while she was in front of the kids. Plus it seemed that Soo was teething all at once. So the little girl was being very clingy.

“Not now baby.” She said as she placed the book onto the couch. “Later.”

The little boy frowned and started to cry. He walked over to where his favorite book was placed, and held it to his chest as in trying to protect it from any more harm.

“Pease?” Myungie frowned

Eunji stared at her son and sighed. Lately, she had been feeling like such a bad parent. She takes care of both of the children, but somehow she feels as though she’s not giving Myungie enough 1 on 1 attention. She knew her son felt the same since he was always trying to get his mama’s attention.

“Mama!” The little boy yelled about to go into a full tantrum.

It wasn’t like Eunji loved him more than Soo but it was different. Soomin was a little baby so she needed as much of her attention as possible. However Myungie was having a seriously hard time. Sometimes she failed to remember that Myungie didn’t get to have her all to himself because of her getting pregnant again so soon. He had no time to actually be their only child before he was thrust into being a big brother.

At first, the little boy was all excitement and curious about little Soo, but slowly that faded away little by little. He would always want Eunji to carry him whenever he saw Soomin being carried or would make baby noises, trying to imitate Soo, which made Eunji smile but at the same time feel bad for her baby boy.

“Mama, pease read?” Myungie tried again.

Eunji adjusted Soo in her arms. “After little sister goes to sleep. I promise.”

“No!” Myungie cried.

At that moment, Junior walked through the front door. Myungie turned from Eunji and ran to where his daddy stood.

“My prince,” Junior stated as he picked up his distressed son. “What’s the matter?”

The little boy pointed to Eunji. “Mama no read to me!” He cried into Junior’s suit jacket. “I no sleep without mama and book!”

Eunji sighed sadly and sat on the couch. Junior placed their son on the floor and wiped his tears. “Mama will read to you when Soo Soo is asleep. Remember she needs to sleep a lot. She’s still a baby and babies need to sleep to grow.”

“No!” The little boy cried more. “No! No! No!”

Junior sighed “I think it’s bedtime for you too now then”

“Story!” Myungie cried. “No sleep yet, daddy!”

With that Junior picked up the crying little boy. “Then daddy will read you your space story, ok?”

“No daddy!” Myungie cried trying to get down. “Mama”

Junior held his son tightly and started to whisper soothing words to him as the other boy was still sobbing, explaining why mama had to make little Soo sleep first and why she had to take care of Soo as well as him.

Eunji watched Junior disappeared up the stairs. She looked down at her baby girl and saw that her eyes were closed. It didn’t take long before Soomin was finally asleep.

Eunji thanked all the deities she could think of, and slowly stood up. She walked up the stairs, and made a right into Soomin’s room. Eunji gently laid her into her crib, and placed her in her sleep sack. Next she turned on the baby monitor, and nightlight near the door before cracking it.

“She’s finally asleep?” Junior asked his wife.

The younger nodded. “Thank God,” she whispered. “Took longer than usual.”

Junior smiled and kissed Eunji lips. “Myungie knocked out as soon as his head hit the pillow.”

“I feel so bad,” Eunji confessed sadly. “You should have seen his face. I feel like I’ve been neglecting him so much!”

Junior smiled. “You aren’t neglecting him in any way, baby. Don’t ever think that. He always had all your attention and is not used to sharing you, but don’t ever doubt your parenting skills. You’re a good mother. He knows you love him and that is all that matters.”

Eunji nods and buried her face into Junior’s chest. “Okay” She breaks away from him to go into Myungie’s room.

The little boy was asleep but had tear tracks on his face. Eunji bent down to the toddler bed and kisses her sons cheeks, wiping his eyes. The frown lines on his forehead smoothed out. “Mama loves you so much.” She kissed him again before tucking him in. “Sweet dreams”

Junior watched her while leaning on the door frame. When Eunji came out, she cracked the door. Junior lifted her up and carried her to the master bedroom.

“Sorry that I have been coming home late and missing valuable time with the kiddos but I can say that I am done with my project and I will be home by the time you get home in the afternoon with the kids.”

Eunji holds onto him tight. “ I understand Junior but I’m glad that you’re here now”

He gently lays her on the bed while taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves. He loosened his tie and leaned down to kiss her deeply before pulling back. “Hi baby. I love you”

“Hey” she said as she wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you too”

Junior kisses her again before pulling back for the second time with the dimples showing. “You do?”

“Let me show you how much I love you…” Eunji purred, crashing her lips to her husband. 

Aww my heart 🥺🥺it would definitely be a tough adjustment period for all of them once Soo is born and it would take a while for them to find what works for them as a family 😭

#adult junior

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therivergirl · 3 years ago

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Della Duck is about to become the new scoutmaster. She just has to execute one last field trip and Duckburg's Woodchusck team will become one person stronger. To her annoyance, the one surveying the trip is not her friend LP but a new guy by the name of Felix. What's worse, one of the parent chaperones had to cancel so a very reluctant Gyro jumps in, preventing a complete jerk of a parent from joining in on the trip, especially after he sees said man's son bully B.O.Y.D. and his friends, both new and old. But for some reason, despite all of Della's precautions, the trip is not going great. And not only does Della have to struggle with that, but Louie took Goldie's leaving hard and he is not talking about it and Della is trying but doesn't know what to do.

In the meantime, the rest of Team Science, Gosalyn and detective Cabrera are looking into the Red Smoke Robbers as they dubbed the people who robbed Scrooge's delivery van. They are striking again, leaving little evidence behind. With the entire DBPD breathing on m'ma's neck, they have to find a clue fast or they will lose the case.

Full chapter:

Della duck woke up, yawning and stretching her limbs, kicking a few of the many cushions that lay on her bed. She blinked a few times before sitting up. She reached over for her prosthetic and started putting it on. It came to her as natural as drinking water, she didn’t have to look at what she was doing. Instead, her eyes fell on a small calendar next to her bed.

Circled with a red marker with multiple exclamation points around it was the very Monday that just started.

“OH MY GOD, HOW COULD I FORGET? IT’S TODAY!” Della exclaimed, jumping to her feet, even as her leg was still a bit unstable as she didn’t properly screw it on. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, but her excitement was unbroken as she tightened the screws of her prosthetic. “IT’S TODAAAY!!!”

“Huh?” Penny shot up from her bed, her hair a mess, “What? Who? Enemies!” The Moonlander blindly reached for her spear, which she always held next to her bed.

“NO ENEMIES MY DEAR PARANOID ROOMIE! BUT IT IS THA DAY!!!!” Della got to her feet, skipping around the room as she collected the few cushions that fell from her bed and tossed them back onto it.

“No danger…ugh,” Penumbra ran her hand down her face, “If there is no danger, why are you shrieking like an enraged moon mite?”

“BECAUSE IT’S THE DAY, PENNY!!!”

“What day?” Penumbra asked. “Also, can you please lower your tone for a few decibels? We can’t all be so chipper early in the morning, especially after being rudely woken up, roomie!”

“Ooops, sorry! It’s the day!” Della gave the non-explanation. Her voice was hushed, but it still came off as shouting. She waded to the bathroom, “Oh, did you cover the mirror last night?”

“Yes, yes, I did! I always do! I know I have to!”

“Uh-huh!” Della nodded, “always!”

“It was one time! I apologized!” Penumbra fell back on the bed

“Just checking!” Della said, “No room for panic attacks today!”

“What is today?” Penumbra asked again, then looked at the calendar, “Oh, that field trip. Your last test.”

“Yup! Roomie, tomorrow night you will be roomie with the newest scoutmaster of Duckburg chapter of Junior Woodchucks!”

“In that case, you better get ready as quickly as possible so I can get as much sleep as possible. The last 24-hour shift was a nightmare! And I have a feeling, there will be a party tomorrow and you won’t let me get much sleep!”

“You’re right! There is no way in hell I’m not becoming a scoutmaster. I’ll ace this thing! It’s just a formality anyway,” Della said as she brushed her teeth.

“Great, now go become one and leave me in peace!”.

“Wow, I feel all the love and support, best friend!” Della poked her head out of the bathroom only to be hit in the face with a cushion. “Hey!”

“I’m very loving and supportive! Now you be loving and supportive and let me get some sleep!” Penumbra turned on her belly and aggressively pulled the pillow over her head.

“Dramatic much. You still must get up to get breakfast, you know how Mrs Beakley is with that. Now, where did I put the iron? I should probably iron my uniform for a big day!”

“Breakfast is ready!” the two women heard a voice coming from downstairs.

“Well, apparently I will have to iron it later,” Della said setting the iron which she just found down. “And now, let’s get some food!”

“Nah, you won’t need breakfast,” penumbra said.

“Huh?”

“After you EAT MY DUST!” Penumbra shouted, jumping out of the bed and bolting for the door.

“Hey, I thought you were trying to sleep!” Della rushed after her.

“I will, after I crush you in a race to the kitchen!”

“HEY! It’s my day, you’re not crushing me in anything!” Della laughed, rushing after her best friend.

…..

It was only a few weeks after the defeat of F.O.W.L. that Della got the idea of becoming a Junior Woodchuck scoutmaster. Or rather, renewing her licence. She held the position for a while in her early 20s, before getting pregnant with the triplets. The best part-time job she ever had during college.

Duckburg's chapter was severely understaffed. For the longest time, Launchpad was not only the head scoutmaster of the chapter but also the only one. How he juggled the Woodchuck duties with everything else he had going on was beyond Della’s comprehension. And with the surprisingly big influx of new Junior Woodchucks at the beginning of the autumn, things only got more difficult for Launchpad.

The mild relief came in form of a new Woodchuck scoutmaster who transferred from a smaller chapter from Widgeonville, a small town near Duckburg However, the new guy was also a firefighter and a father of three. In other words, he was just as busy as Launchpad was.

Therefore, Della wanted to help her friend out. A third scoutmaster and one with more free time on her hands was just what the chapter needed. And when she gave Launchpad the idea, he was overjoyed and relieved. Since Della already had the position before, she did not have to go through the same process a new candidate would. She still had to do some tests, and health check-ups, but it was only an abridged version of the full evaluation and training.

She could have simply taken a few months of probation period, but she was very eager to start being a full-fledged scoutmaster, so she wanted to take the sped-up program with the final test- a two-day long camping trip with a few scouts and parent chaperones.

However, if Della was fully honest, there was another, more selfish, the reason she wanted to start scouting again.

Pure boredom.

There was much less adventuring happening and it was driving her crazy.

Uncle Scrooge was still dealing with the fallout of losing his CFO and was much more personally involved in his business. He had not yet found a replacement for Bradford and had taken on many of his duties himself. This meant that not only did he have less time, but he was more tired than before.

In addition, Beakley and Donald, before he left for his trip, insisted that the kids had to start homeschooling again. And Della agreed. No amount of adventuring was worth the kids losing the basic education. Beakley did involve Della, as she turned out to be a decent physics and history teacher. But it was still essentially classroom work. Della loved her kids and loved helping them learn and discover, but she needed something else to do. Something where she could be more active.

She considered getting a job but didn’t quite like the options.

Piloting seemed obvious but that would require her getting a commercial pilot licence. Getting enough flight hours was one thing. But going through a mental aptitude test was another. She was pretty certain that having an occasional panic attack trigger be seeing one’s own reflection was a disqualifying factor. Besides, piloting would involve being away from her kids way too much for Della’s liking. She was separated from her family for long enough and she loved them much more than flying.

No, whatever job she would get, it would have to be Duckburg-based.

With her masters in astrophysics, she could probably land a job at uni or even a private research facility, but that was not her speed. Besides, if she wanted to be cooped up in a lab she would just start working for uncle Scrooge. Bonus that would come with it being the ability to tease Gyro all day long.

And then, while helping Huey and Violet with their Woodchuck project, the idea struck. She could be a Junior Woodchuck Scoutmaster again. It was perfect. Not as intense a full-time job at some lab would be, not as mind-numbing as getting whatever odd job she could find and it wouldn’t require spending long periods of time away from home.

Besides, lack of adventuring was what caused Della to start losing her mind from boredom in the first place. And being a scoutmaster, while much more low-key, was a sort of adventure.

…..

Della ran to the kitchen door so fast she almost crashed into it. A split second later, Penny ran up next to her, but the Moonlander’s momentum was too strong, and she collided with the door with a grunt.

“And the victory is mine!” Della exclaimed, “Whoo-hoo! A good way to start a good day!”

“You cheated!” Penumbra complained, rubbing her face, “You jumped over the railing to get here faster!”

“Who said that is against the rules? Also, rules can be changed!”

“It’s a running race, not a jumping race. And you can’t just change the rules on the spot!”

“I totally can because I wrote them,” Della winked at her grumpy roommate. “Also, you’re a sore loser!”

“I’m not a sore loser. Because I’m not a loser. I would have won if you haven’t cheated! But I will be a bigger person and let it go. Because it is your special day. Would not want to crush your confidence before the final exam,” Penumbra said smugly as she opened the door and walked into the kitchen.

“Thank you for,” Della started to say and then realized exactly what Penny sounded like, “HEY! Moon Menace, don’t patronize me!” She frowned as Penumbra started to laugh at her offence and Della couldn’t help but join.

“See, I would say you are both losers since you are both late,” Mrs Beakley said from the counter where she was preparing herself a cup of tea. The kids were already sitting at the breakfast table, enjoying eggs and bacon. "Same as Scrooge and Launchpad. Unlike kids, the adults in this household do not seem to possess the virtue of punctuality."

“Blame Della,” Penumbra said approaching the counter, “she tripped me in a pitiful attempt to win, thus making both of us fall to the ground and we ended up tangled in an old trap in the middle of the hallway,” Penumbra said, taking a large serving of eggs and approaching the breakfast table.

“Webby,” Mrs Beakley turned around and looked at the girl over her glasses, “What did I say about removing traps you set during your games?”

Webby sighed, “To remove the non-triggered ones immediately after practice less someone gets caught in them. Sorry,” the girl sheepishly looked at the two women.

“Don’t worry Pink Della. I mean, Webby,” Penumbra said, “It’s a useful practice. You should feel proud you managed to create a trap that managed to slow me down for more than a second.”

“Yeah, and nothing’s going to ruin my day today!” Della said over her shoulder as she was filling herself a large glass of juice while ignoring Beakley’s glare, “Do you know why?”

“Your amazing woodchuck test day is today!” Dewey said, barely refraining from jumping on a table for emphasis “Oh, oh, will you get to cross the volcano like Huey did when he was trying to become a senior Woodchuck?”

“Ugh, that memory…” Huey shivered, hauntedly staring at his toast.

“Will you have to swim across the river that is filled with piranhas?” Dewey asked.

“Or track down an allusive sword-horse?” Webby asked, narrowing her eyes, “I know he is somewhere in the woods! One day, I’m going to find him!” she said in a voice that could only be described as if a rugged mercenary was a young teen girl.

“What?” Huey asked, dumbfoundedly looking between the two, “Ok, first of all, there are no piranhas in Calisota. Or anywhere in the U.S, at least not in nature. And second, we’re not hunters, we’re Woodchucks. Tracking is just part of our training. So is swimming. Just testing our abilities to swim with piranhas or track a unicorn,”

“Sword horse! You would call them the same if you knew what they can do!” Webby continued in her rugged mercenary voice.

“Ok, a sword horse then. That would be one very small aspect of being a Junior Woodchuck. And even smaller of being a scoutmaster. The final trip is a 36-hour long camping trip in which the applicant, in this case, mum, has to prove she can manage a leadership position, work with both children and adults and make good decisions, whether those based on planning or, in case of an emergency, split-second, life-saving decision. No piranhas or sword-horses required.”

“Booo, boring!” Dewey said.

“How is that boring?” Huey wondered, “all the planning and preparation that goes into one perfectly executed camping trip is exciting!” he said, his eyes shining.

“Yeah, maybe if you’re a nerd extraordinaire. Otherwise, it’s B-O-R-I-N-G,” Dewey said, “Boring!”

“Did you just apply the mid-2000s trend of spelling a word out for emphasis?” Webby asked.

“Yes! It’s due to return at some point and I want to be prepared for when it happens. I want to be on top of the new-old trend!”

“Well mum, how are you feeling?” Huey asked as Della joined the table with her plate of eggs, “Nervous? Fretting? Like you’re about to explode?” he wondered, remembering how he felt before his Senior Woodchuck Challenge.

“Well, you got one of those right kiddo,” Della said, “I’m buzzing with excitement to the point I might explode! Do you know what it would mean if I became a scout leader?”

“That my mum is the leader of my troop! That is so cool!”

“Dude, I don’t think you know what the term cool means,” Louie, who lay on the table limply and seemed quite downcast. Still, he always had it in him to tease his brother, “This is basically like having your mum as a teacher! Not cool!”

“Hey, granny and Uncle Donald are our home-school teachers! And Della teaches us physics sometimes.” Webby complained, “and they are cool!”

“Yeah, they are. But the fact they are our teachers is not!” Louie countered.

“Ok, first of, I’m not a teacher!” Della said, “I’m more like a cool mentor that teach-I mean mentors young Junior Woodchucks in their scouting! And secondly, that is not what I was aiming at. Once I get the position, I can get to choose which of civilian kids gets to join some of the activities if they want to. Occasionally. And I see three perfect candidates right here!”

Dewey and Webby seemed happy about this idea but Louie just mumbled something incomprehensive.

“Come on Lou, are you not excited?” Della asked. “Maybe we could take a trip the very next weekend!” she tried to cheer her son up but realized immediately that was the wrong thing to suggest as Louie’s face fell further.

“Ugh, great, more adventuring!” Louie grunted, “you know what, I’m not hungry anymore, I’ll be in the room. Call me when you’re leaving.”

“Oh-oh, I said something wrong,” Della noted.

“Well, I don’t think it’s you. Or even what you said. Though you know, Louie likes to take it a bit slower in the downtime between the adventures,” Huey explained, “He’s been like this ever since Goldie left,” he continued. “And he is good at hiding it, took me around a day to figure out how much of a flunk he is actually in.”

After a big adventure three weeks earlier, in which Goldie and Louie got even closer than they’ve been before, she did one thing she never did before. She stayed. At first, everyone thought it was only because she wanted to recover but, after a week had passed, and the injuries she received had mostly healed, she was still at the manor, residing with Scrooge in his room. Even Beakley got used to her presence.

And then, four days ago, one morning, she was just gone. Left a small token of affection of Scrooge’s pillow, but she disappeared over the night without a word.

“Yeah,” Webby chimed in, “dad seems used to it, he’s just like that’s Goldie for you, children. I’m a bit sad because it was cool to have her around. But I think Louie took it the worst. No scratch that, he definitely took it the worst. I think it would be better if she left with a goodbye or something, but she just left, she didn’t even say goodbye to Louie. It rattled him.”

“Ugh, how did I not notice,” Della chided herself, “I mean, I did notice but I did nothing much about it. Which is way, way worse! I was so absorbed into my own stuff I failed to notice my own kid being depressed for four days!” The confidence she felt moments earlier was gone, replaced with feelings of frustration and guilt.

“Louie’s good at hiding it,” Dewey said, putting a comforting hand on his mum’s arm, “Huey took a day to figure out, it took me two.”

“It’s been four days!” Della said, “four! Since Goldie left! You two took half shorter time to notice. And I’m his mum! Mums are supposed to notice things like this! We’re supposed to have, like, a sixth sense for that stuff!”

“You can’t blame yourself too much,” Penumbra chimed in, “You spent a lot of time brushing up on woodchuck rules and even more at the clubhouse, you were not around to notice!”

Della’s eye twitched.

“I think you’re just digging her deeper,” Webby said to Penumbra.

“I was merely pointing out that if she wasn’t around she could not have noticed the issue…and that’s exactly the problem isn’t it! Um,” she looked at Della awkwardly, “there, there roomie, you are a good mum!”

Huey facepalmed.

“Penny, I was not around enough to see how much distress my own kid is in. Again,” she sighed, “And now that I finally noticed, I tried to cheer him up, but I blew it! Donald left for his trip, probably expecting I could do this, and it’s been barely two months since he's gone and I’m screwing up!” she got up from her seat decisively, “well, I’m going to talk to him! I’ll fix this!”

“Mum,” Huey reached for her, “you have to let Louie come to you, you know that!”

“Well, I’m still going to try, I’m his mother after all! It’s my job!” Della got up and marched out of the kitchen.

….

It was early morning, but the lab was already crawling with people. A group of rather frustrated people.

“Well, that’s it,” Gloria said to her son, Gandra, Drake and Gosalyn. Gyro was not present because he was just informed that the Drakes were not taking B.O.Y.D. to the camping trip so he decided to go and drop him off instead, “two weeks in and the case is already growing cold. Even with that other robbery attempt two days ago, the clues are sparse.”

Ever since the van that was delivering parts for the beta version of the ramrod project was robbed, Team Science, Drake, Gosalyn, Launchpad and Gloria were working tirelessly trying to figure out who the culprit might be. They pulled the Gizmoduck jurisdiction card with the DBPD, which was just a cover for what was essentially just Gloria running a rogue case.

On the one hand, it made it easier to involve civilians and sneak evidence into the lab to be analysed by team science. They are Gizmoduck’s team, Gloria would say, when she wanted Team Science or anyone else from Team Ramrod on the crime scene, while said someone would wave their Gizmo Team accreditation around. On the other hand, it made it harder for Gloria to access the police database for anything that might help with the case.

“I didn’t find anything valuable,” Gloria said, “I tried going around the system, but it didn’t work. Then I tried working within the system and still nothing.”

“So, nobody from your precinct willing to help?” Gandra guessed.

“No. Ever since I testified against one of the fellow cops, I’ve been a black sheep, with only a few people willing to help me. Those, unfortunately, don’t have any helpful information. And, while Gizmoduck jurisdiction is a useful tool in this situation, it means even fewer people want to help because a lot of cops think he is stealing their jobs!”

“Pfft, they don’t complain when Gizmoduck is saving their asses from Dr Atmoz Fear of Mr Firecracker, but what were we expecting? People, to be grateful?” Gandra snorted.

“I get disliking Gizmoduck,” Drake said, tired and sleepy to a point where he could fall asleep on his feet, holding a cup of coffee. He was grateful for Gyro’s taste in the blackest, strongest coffee on the market. He needed it, “But not wanting to help you because you spilt on dirty cops? Ridiculous!”

“So, if I’m getting this right, we’re at a dead-end?” Gosalyn let out a frustrating groan, “Perfect. I know the ramrod project will continue but I wanted to wipe that important-part stealing jerk’s smug grin from his face!”

“How do you know he has a smug grin?” Drake asked.

“Come on! That level of panache he exhibited! That is bordering on supervillain status, like a D-tier supervillain, but a supervillain nonetheless. And they always have smug grins!”

“Fair point,” Drake agreed.

“Espera,” Gloria said, “Gosalyn why are you not in school?”

Gosalyn rolled her eyes, “Well, some idiot brought his two pet snakes to school on Friday and managed to lose them. And they still haven’t found them, so the school is closed.”

“Que?” Gloria blinked in surprise.

“True story!” Drake confirmed.

Gosalyn shrugged, “St. Canard is sometimes more chaotic than Duckburg. And don’t worry, Drake would never let me skip school or do superhero partner stuff on a school night. He is boring like that!”

“I’m responsible like that,” Drake countered.

“What’s with the robbery of that delivery that was going to a computer store at the Third Goose Lane?” Fenton asked his mum, unfazed by Gosalyn’s story, “You told me about it yesterday. Could it be connected?”

“Most likely," Gloria nodded, "The MO is the same, the red smoke, four guys attacking the guy at a gas station, although there were witnesses this time. But they barely saw anything because of the smoke. They’ve stolen a whole bunch of brand-new processors but left everything else untouched. And the merch was quite valuable, which leads me to believe that money is not their motivation.”

“Not much left on the crime scene,” Drake said, “Just red smoke bomb residue. No fingerprints, no shoe prints, nothing.”

“In other words, we’re pretty much at the same point we were last week as this new robbery barely produced any new evidence,” Gloria sighed.

“Ugh, crap,” Gosalyn muttered, shoving her hands onto her pockets.

“Ok, not that we’re done with m’ma’s bad news,” Fenton said, putting an arm around Gandra’s shoulders, “the two of us might have some good news.”

Gandra nodded, “And that is not just Fenton’s optimism speaking. Using quite a bit of speculation, some deduction and a lot of time in the Gizmocloud, we most likely managed to figure out what kind of device was used to break our locks.”

“Most likely?” Drake asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“We can’t be absolutely certain. We’re going off limited evidence found on the broken locks. I also know what kind of properties the device to break those locks would require.”

“We know that, you said that before!” Gosalyn snapped in frustration.

“Let me finish,” Gandra said, reaching for a few Gizmocloud helmets, “um, Drake I would advise you to skip Gizmocloud this time, it can be tasking for someone who is sleep-deprived.

“You don’t tell me what to do!” Drake said and grabbed a helmet from her. “I’ll be fine!”

“You know I can just not activate your helmet?” Gandra said, “But if you want to fry your brain, suit yourself!”

Gandra did a short check-up on the computer and then entered a code, “Ok, guys, we’re going in,” as she spoke they found themselves standing in the virtual space of Gizmocloud.

“Ok, now” Gandra turned to the group, and waved through the air, summoning a lock like the one that was on the van. From the outside, it looked like an average high-security lock with a dial, but they knew the circuitry was especially complex and it was encased in hard, enhanced titanium. “This is some of my best design yet. Frying the circuits on this is not easy however, it can be done if you know what you’re doing. I’m a genius, but I’m not infallible, I’m certain some people would be able to figure it out. They are few and far in between, but they must be out there.”

“Did Fenton or Gyro or Manny manage to crack it?” Gosalyn asked.

“Yes, but they worked on it with me, so they knew the weak spots,” Gandra said.

“We would have struggled otherwise for sure,” Fenton said, “I mean, Gyro would deny it but it’s a fact.”

“However, before you would even get the chance to test your brain cells, you would have to break the case around them, which is what the robbers did, and that had to be done with either a plasma cutter or a blade made from a really strong material. I saw the destroyed lock, and it was not a plasma cutter, it was probably something like this,” a small, hand-held circular saw appeared next to her. “The case itself is titanium alloy, so the cutter was probably a tungsten and steel alloy. Or perhaps carbon steel.”

“Did you try them out?” Gosalyn asked.

“Yes,” Fenton jumped in “not IRL, just in Gizmocloud but, for what we’re trying to get here, it’s the same difference. They would work,” he said as Gandra frowned.

“I hate to admit but yes, they would,” she confirmed, “From this, I knew what materials could be used and it’s not something anyone can just buy legally. If nothing else, then because of the price. So, I checked in with one of my older contacts and guess what, he heard about someone asking for a lot of specific type of tungsten-steel alloy on the streets.”

“Could we track them down, follow that lead?” Gloria asked, “if we find out who the supplier is, maybe we could get to the perps.”

“Maybe, but I would like to snoop around a bit more before we get the police involved,” Gandra said. She noticed Gloria and Gosalyn both frown immediately, “I know what you will say but trust me, as soon as these guys smell cops, even a cop on a rogue mission, they will scatter like mice and won’t let a peep get out. And they will probably know I’m the one who snitched, and I will lose that channel of information. They are growing vary around me as is because I went straight.”

“Can’t say I like it, but that is probably the smartest way to go about it,” Gloria nodded, “All right, I won’t look them up for the time being.”

“So, if these guys had to make this specific thing to break into the van, how did they know what to get? How did they know what the locks are made from?” Gosalyn wondered.

“Well, McDuck Deliveries PR team did brag about having very strong titanium lock on the delivery vehicles,” Gandra said, “a foolish move if you ask me. It was like advertising to high-tier thieves that they should get better equipment to break in. And I'm saying that as a former thief. I’m kind of hoping the old man chewed them up for this one.”

Gosalyn facepalmed, “Yup. I’m usually not mean enough to wish someone gets fired, but I hope those guys get fired. Or at least moved to a different department. Boy that was a stupid decision!”

“Whoever did design these,” Fenton pointed to the virtual cutter, “Or rather the similar device that was used in the robberies, must have a background in science, engineering specifically. Now whether our perps made these things themselves or hired someone to work for them is still a question.”

"Whether said background is official or not is anyone's guess," Gandra shrugged, "it could be someone with a doctorate or just someone with extreme talent. I mean, I figured it out and I only have a bachelor's in robotics. What I'm saying is we can't count on this guy being some rogue doctor from a prestigious university."

“So, it is and isn’t a clue at the same time,” Gosalyn pouted, “Damn it! Also, is that normal?” she pointed to Drake who was trying to climb into a giant coffee mug.

“Nope. That is what happens when you use Gizmocloud while sleep deprived. Your thoughts are unfocused and, well, I’m assuming Drake wished for a giant mug of coffee,”

“Huh?” Drake snapped his head towards them and the coffee mug broke apart into hundreds of tiny DW logos, as he fell to the ground, “No, no, I’m in on the conversation! I’m totally not ready for bed!” he said as a bed manifested next to him. “NO!” he made a shooing motion towards it and the bed dispersed just like the coffee mug did. "I'm into science! And detective work! Sciencing and detecting hard!" a few models of atoms and vials started to float around his head and next to him what appeared to be Sherlock Hogs, walking in a circle and smoking a pipe.

“Ok, let’s get out of Gizmocloud before Drake hurts his brain,” Gandra said.

Once they were out, Gloria spoke, “Ok, Drake, bed, now!”

“Yeah, yeah, I was going to sleep over in LPs garage while he is at that Woodchuck thing. But then you called me here because this is a thing now and…yeah.”

“Bad weekend?” Gloria asked compassionately.

“Yup. I would rather face a 60-foot monster than feral college kids again. So many frat parties…” he said, horror filling his eyes.

Gloria nodded, “I definitely don’t miss that part of being a uniformed officer. But I know what those kinds of night shifts do to a person. And you won’t be of use to anyone if you can’t even form a sentence. Go have some sleep.”

“We have to stay put for now,” Fenton said, “Gyro went to pick BOYD up for that Woodchuck field trip and someone needs to stay at the lab.”

“And I’ll do what I always do when I’m in a rut case-wise. Go back to the crime scene,” Gloria said, “there might always be things we missed.”

“Well, in that case, I can probably help,” Drake started to say

“¡Drake, que Dios me ayude, si no te duermes, te noquearé!” Gloria threatened, making Gosalyn laugh.

“What?” Drake

“M’ma is in a tough-love mum mode,” Fenton gulped "For real since she switched to Spanish!".

“¡Porque este tipo es demasiado terco para escuchar razones!” she said and Fenton, Gosalyn and Gandra laughed.

“What? What did she say?” Drake asked, disgruntled.

“Nothing, just how you are smart and wise,” Gosalyn laughed.

“Har, har! How would you all feel if I started speaking Japanese with Gyro when he comes back? Huh?”

“You speak Japanese?” Gandra raised an eyebrow.

“I watched a lot of anime as a teen. And then I wanted to take an elective course in uni, and that was offered, so I took it up.”

“Now I want to hear you speak it around Gyro to hear if he thinks your accent of awful,” Gosalyn tapped her chin.

“My accent is awful and I’m not fluent, but I can carry a conversation. I just want to give you all a taste of your own medicine!”

“Well, before that you will have to go to sleep because I don’t want to be here if you accidentally insult Gyro while trying to string a sentence in Japanese.” Fenton said, “Gandra and I really can’t join you, m’ma.”

“I know, you’ve got work to do,” she said, pensive. Then, she turned to Drake, “Could I borrow Gosalyn to be my assistant? She is the only one here who has not seen the new crime scene yet, and sometimes a fresh look even by a layman, even one as young as she can be helpful.”

“Wait? For real?” Gosalyn’s eyes shone, “I thought you said I should not come because it’s against the rules.”

“Well, we’re breaking all the rules anyway,” Gloria sighed, “And we could use another perspective.

“We can pass it as part of your internship here, working with Gizmoduck’s team!” Fenton suggested, reaching into the drawer to take one of the Gizmo Team accreditations.

“Aw, it’s cute to see you finding loopholes,” Gandra said.

"Well, she is technically registered as an intern here," Fenton shrugged but he did not complain too much as Gandra pressed a peck to his cheek.

“Can I?” Gosalyn asked Drake, “Please say yes! I know crime stuff is not for school days but the school is literally locked up!”

Drake shrugged, “I don’t see why not. You do have trustworthy supervision. But don’t be a little menace, ok?”

“Who, me? Drake, why, I’m offended! I am nothing if not the exemplary example of exemplary exemplification!”

“Uh-huh, I’ll remind you of that next time I catch you with feet on the table,”

“They were laid on the table exemplary!”

“See, this is what you’ll have to deal with,” Drake said to Gloria, “But she can come!”

“¡Gosayn, vamos! We have undiscovered evidence to find!”

“Keen Gear! Oh, if we find anything can I get gloves and put it in one of those small baggies?”

“Si, you are my assistant after all!”

“Can you call me Officer Waddlemayer?”

“That is a no because if someone comes, you are coming as an intern at McDuck industries. But you can be Miss Waddlemayer or even Assistant Waddlemayer. Take your accreditation.”

“On it!” Gosalyn rushed to one of the desks and took her intern accreditation from it and then followed Gloria to the elevator.

#ducktales #fanfiction #ducktales 2017 #della duck #louie duck #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #drake mallard #gyro gearloose #boyd gearloose #more ducktales adventures #The Field Trip Challenge of The Woodchuck Scoutmasters

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spaceaceathena · 4 years ago

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nancy drew name meanings

so this is the work i’ve been doing over the past couple days, I want to give you guys a heads up that list will contain spoilers for some of the characters/games so please be aware of all of that. if this garners interest, i’ll do maybe the penvellyn family tree (that thing could not fit in here) or last name origins!

Main Cast

Nancy Drew: Grace (Hebrew)

Bess Marvin: god of plenty (English)

Georgia “George” Fayne: farmer (English)

Edward “Ned” Nickerson: wealth, fortune, prosperous OR guardian, protector (English)

Joe Hardy: god will increase (English)

Frank “Franklin” Hardy: free landowner (English)

SCK/SCKR

Jacob “Jake” Rogers: supplanter (Hebrew)

Daryl Gray: open, from Airelle (English, French)

Connie Watson: strong willed, wise (Irish)

Hal Tanaka: army ruler (English)

Hector “Hulk” Sanchez: holding fast (Greek)

Mitch Dillon: Who is like God, gift from god (Hebrew)

Detective “Steve” Beech: crown, garland (Greek)

STFD

Mattie Jensen: lady, mistress of the house, might in battle (Aramaic or German)

Richard “Rick” Arlen: brave ruler (English)

Dwayne Powers: swarthy (Irish, Gaelic)

Lillian Weiss: lily, a flower (English)

Millie Strathorn: industrious (German)

William Pappas: resolute protector, strong willed warrior (German)

Ralph Guardino: counsel wolf, famous wolf (Norse, English)

MHM

Rose Green: rose, a flower (English)

Abby Sideris: father’s joy (Hebrew)

Charlie Murphy: free man (Charlie)

Louis Chandler: fame, warrior, famous in battle (French)

Hannah Gruen: favor, grace (Hebrew)

Emily Foxworth: rival, wily, persuasive (Latin, Greek)

TRT

Professor Beatrice Hotchkiss: she who makes happy, bringer of joy, blessings (Italian, French, Latin)

Dexter Egan: right handed, fortunate, one who dyes (Latin)

Lisa Ostrum: God’s promise (English, Hebrew)

Jacques Brunais: supplanter (French)

FIN

Brady Armstrong: spirited, broad (Irish)

Joseph Hughes: he will add (Hebrew)

Nicholas Falcone: victory of the people (Greek)

Simone Mueller: god has heard (Hebrew)

Maya Nguyen: good mother (Greek)

Eustacia Andropov: fruitful, productive (Greek)

Sherman Trout: shearer of woolen garments (English)

SSH

Joanna Riggs: god is gracious (Greek/Hebrew)

Alejandro Del Rio: defender of mankind (Spanish)

Taylor Sinclair: tailor (French)

Henrik Van Der Hune: ruler of the home, lord of the house (Swedish, Danish)

Franklin Rose: free landowner (English)

Poppy “Penelope” Dada: weaver (Greek)

Prudence Rutherford: prudence, good judgement (Latin)

DOG

Red Knott: person with red hair (English)

Jeff Akers: pledge of peace (English)

Emily Griffin: rival, persuasive, wily (Latin, Greek)

Sally McDonald: princess (Hebrew)

Vivian Whitmore: lively (Latin)

Mickey Malone: who is like god (Hebrew)

Lucy: as of light (English, French)

Iggy: fiery (Latin)

Vitus: lively (Latin)

Xander: defender of man (Greek)

Yogi: one who performs yoga (Indian, Hindu)

CAR

Harlan Bishop: army land (English)

Ingrid Corey: beloved, beautiful (Norse, German)

Elliot Chen: with strength and right, bravely and truly, boldly and rightly (English, Breton)

Joy Trent: joy, happiness (Latin)

Paula Santos: small (Latin)

K.J Perris: Petros-> the rock (Greek)

Tink Obermeier: love (English)

DDI

Jenna Deblin: white shadow, white wave (English, Welsh)

Katie Firestone: pure (English, Greek)

Andy Jason: manlike, brave (Greek)

Holt Scotto: woods, forest (English)

Casey Porterfield: vigilant, watchful (Irish, Gaelic)

Dr. Irina Predoviciu: peace (Greek)

Hilda Swenson: battle (Norse)

SHA

Dave Gregory: beloved (English)

Tex Britten: from Texas (American)

Mary Yazzie: bitter, beloved, rebelliousness, wished for child, marine, drop of the sea (Aramaic, Hebrew via Latin and Greek)

Shorty Thurmond: a short person (American)

Bet Rawley: god is my oath (Hebrew)

Ed Rawley: wealthy spear, protector, guard, frend (English)

Sheriff Hernandez: son of Hernando (Spanish)

Dirk Valentine: famous ruler (German)

France Humber: free one (French, English)

Meryl Humber: shining sea (English)

CUR

Linda Penvellyn: beautiful, pretty, cute OR clean (Spanish/Portugeuse, Italian)

Mrs. Leticia Drake: joy, gladness (Latin)

Jane Penvellyn: god is gracious/merciful (English)

Nigel Mookerjee: champion (Irish, Gaelic)

Ethel Bossiny: noble (English)

Hugh Penvellyn: mind, spirit (English)

Mrs. Petrov: petros-> rock (Greek to Russian)

CLK

Emily Crandall: rival, wily, persuasive (Latin, Greek)

Jane Willoughby: god is gracious/merciful (English)

Richard Topham: strong in rule (English, French, German, Czech)

Jim Archer: supplanter (English)

Carson Drew: son of marsh dwellers (Scandinavian)

Gloria Crandall: glory, fame, renown, praise, honor (Latin)

Marion Aborn: star of the sea (French)

Mrs Farthingham: a house supplying food (Scottish)

Josiah Crowley: god has healed (Hebrew)

TRN

Lori Girard: bay laurel (English)

Tino Balducci: little, junior (Italian)

Charleena Purcell: free man (German)

John Gray: graced by god (Hebrew)

Jake Hurley: supplanter (Hebrew)

Camille Hurley: helper to the priest (French)

Fatima: captivating, shining one (Arabic)

DAN

Minette: star of the sea, love, will helmet, protection (French)

Heather McKay: evergreen flowering plant (Middle English)

Jing Jing Ling: perfect essence (Chinese)

Dieter von Schwesterkrank: army of the people (German)

Jean-Michel Traquenard: god remits (Hebrew)

Lynn Manrique: pond, lake, pool, waterfall (Welsh)

Hugo Butterly: mind (German)

Zu: knowledgeable and voracious reader (French)

Tammy Barnes (Minette): palm tree (Hebrew)

Noisette Tornade: hazelnut (French)

the n*zi will not be appearing on this list

CRE

Pua Mapu: flower (Hawaiian)

Big Island Mike Mapu: who is like god, gift from god (Hebrew)

Dr. Quigley Kim: descendant of Coigleach or maybe messy hair (Irish)

Dr. Malachi Craven: messenger of god (Hebrew)

ICE

Ollie Randall: olive tree (Latin)

Yanni Volkstaia: god is gracious (Greek)

Bill Kessler: resolute protection (English)

Lou Talbot: renowned warrior (French)

Guadalupe Comillo: river of the wolf (Spanish)

Chantal Moique: stone (French)

Elsa Sibblehoth: pledged to god (German)

Freddie Randall: elf, magical counsel, peaceful ruler (English, German)

Isis: throne (Egyptian)

CRY

Henry Bolet Jr.: house ruler (French)

Dr. Gilbert Buford: bright pledge/promise (French)

Lamont Warrick: the mountain (French)

Renee Amande: reborn, born again (French)

Summer: season, half-year (German)

Bruno Bolet: brown (German)

Bernie: strong and brave bear (German, French)

Iggy: fiery (Latin)

VEN

Colin Baxter: whelp, cub, young creature (Irish, Scottish, Gaelic)

Margherita Faubourg: daisy (Italian)

Helena Berg: light/bright (Greek)

Enrico Tazza: homeowner, king (Italian)

Antonio Fango: priceless one (Spanish, Italian)

Sophia Leporace: wisdom (Greek)

HAU

Kyler Mallory: bowman, archer (Dutch)

Matt Simmons: gift of god (Hebrew)

Kit Foley: bearing Christ (Greek)

Donal Delany: world leader (Scottish)

Alan Payne: precious (German)

Fiona Malloy: white, fair (Gaelic)

RAN - Her Interactive refuses to acknowledge this game and so will I.

WAC

Corine Myers: maiden (American)

Danielle Hayes: god is my judge (Latin)

Mel Corbalis: council protector (English)

Megan Vargas: pearl (Greek)

Izzy Romero: god’s promise (Hebrew)

Leela Yadav: play OR night beauty (Sanskrit or Arabic)

Rachel Hubbard: ewe, one with purity (Hebrew)

Kim Hubbard: of the clearing of the royal fortress (Old English)

Rebecca Sawyer (Nancy): join, tie, snare (Hebrew)

Rita Hallowell: pearl (Spanish)

TOT

Scott Varnell: from Scotland, a Scotsman (old English)

Debbie Kircum: bee (Hebrew)

Tobias “Frosty” Harlow: god is good (Hebrew)

Chase Releford: to hunt (French)

SAW

Shimizu Yumi: reason/cause, beauty; abundant, beauty; evening, fruit; tenderness, beauty (Japanese)

Shimizu Miwako: child of beautiful harmony (Japanese)

Shimizu Kasumi: mist, clear, pure (Japanese)

Nagai Takae: filial piety, obedience and large river (Japanese)

Aihara Rentaro: dependant on kanji used (Japanese)

Savannah Woodham: treeless plain (Spanish)

CAP

Karl Weschler: free man, strong man, man, manly (German)

Anja Mittelmeier: grace (German, Russian)

Lukas Mittelmeier: man from Lucanus (German, Greek, Swedish)

Renate Stoller: Reborn (Latin)

Markus Boehm: dedicated to Mars (Latin)

ASH

Chief McGinnis: son of Angus (Irish)

Deirdre Shannon: broken hearted, sorrowful (Irish, Gaelic)

Brenda Carlton: sword (Norse)

Alexei Markovic: defender (Russian)

Antonia “Toni” Scallari: priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful (Roman)

TMB

Abdullah Bakhoum: servant of Allah (Arabic)

Lily Crewe: lily, a flower

Jamila El-Dine: beauty (Arabic)

Dylan Carter: son of the sea, son of the wave, born from the ocean (Welsh)

Jon Boyle: God is gracious, gift of Jehovah (Hebrew)

DED

Victor Lossett: winner, conqueror (Latin)

Ryan Kilpatrick: descendant of the king, little king (Irish, Gaelic)

Mason Quinto: one who works with stone (English)

Ellie York: shining light (Greek)

Gray Cortright: color, black mixed with white (English)

Niko Jovic: people of victory (Greek, English, Slavic)

GTH

Jessalyn Thornton: he sees (Hebrew)

Clara Thornton: clear, bright, famous (Latin)

Wade Thornton: to go, ford (Anglo-Saxon English)

Harper Thornton: harp, son of the harper (Scottish, Irish, English)

Colton Birchfield: swarthy person, coal town, settlement (Old English)

Charlotte Thornton: free man, petite (French)

Addison Hammond: son of Adam, son of Addi (Old English, Scottish)

SPY

Alec Fell: defender of the people (English)

Bridget Shaw: power, strength, virtue, vigor, noble or exalted one (Gaelic, Irish)

Ewan Macleod: born of the mountain (Scottish, Gaelic)

Moira Chisholm: destiny, share, fate (English)

Kate Drew: pure (English)

Samantha Quick: listens well, as told by god (Aramaic, Hebrew)

MED

Sonny Joon: son (English)

Patrick Dowsett: nobleman, patrician (Latin)

Leena Patel: young palm tree, tender, delicate (Qunaric Arabic)

Kiri Nind: skin, bark, rind (Māori)

Jin Seung: rise, ascent, victory, excel, inherit (Sino-Korean)

LIE

Xenia Doukas: foreigner, outlander, welcomed guest, hospitality (Greek)

Niobe Papadaki: fern (Greek)

Thanos Ganas: immortal (Greek)

Grigor Karakinos: vigilant (Greek)

Melina Rosi: honey, god’s gift (Greek)

SEA

Soren Bergursson: severe (Scandinavian)

Dagny Silva: new day (Old Norse)

Elisabet Grimursdottir: pledged to god (Hebrew)

Magnus Kiljansson: great (Latin)

Gunnar Tonnisson: fighter, soldier, attacker, brave and bold warrior (Nordic)

Burt Eddleton: bright, glorious (Old English)

Alex Trang: man’s defender, warrior (Greek)

MID

Mei Parry: beautiful (Chinese)

Teegan Parry: special thing, little poet (Cornish, Gaelic)

Olivia Ravencraft: olive, olive tree (Latin)

Judge Danforth: hidden ford (Old English) [Last name]

Lauren Corey: laurel tree, sweet of honor, wisdom (English, french)

Alicia Cole: noble natured (Germanic)

Jason Danforth: healer (Greek)

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buckyswheezes · 4 years ago

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Perfectly Fine (Pt. 5)

Premise: “You know why I don’t like you? It’s because you’re a natural. You’re naturally kind, naturally good-looking; you can wear trash bags and still look perfectly fine. You’re naturally intelligent and excellent in everything you do. It’s like you naturally get what you want, you don’t have to work hard for it. You don’t have to pretend because people naturally like you.”

Or Bucky found out that the new oh-so-perfect Junior Accountant of Stark Industries isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was only eight in the morning, but you found yourself busy as a bee. You woke up early that Saturday to somewhat clean up your apartment because Wanda would drop William off before her flight to DC. You promised her you’d look after the boy while she was gone, and you meant it.

An hour and a half later, the doorbell rang, and you wasted no time opening the door, knowing who it was.

“Hey, co-“

“Mornin’ doll.”

Your smile immediately vanished at the person in front of you, turning into a scowl. “The fuck are you doing here, you peasant?”

Never mind that he looked hot as hell in that black shirt. You loathed it when he shows up unannounced.

“Can’t I visit my girlfriend on weekends?” James retorted with a smirk and pushed past you to get inside. You did not miss the way his eyes widened in surprise. “Wow, this place is pristine.”

“Shut up, James.” You said as your trailed behind him towards the living room, annoyed at the apparent jab at your moment of cleanliness. “First, I am not your girlfriend, and second, I don’t have time for your blackmail shitshow today because Wanda and William will be here soon.”

“I’m gonna let that first one slide, doll since I know how grumpy you can be in the morning.”

You decided to ignore his statement, content with shooting eye daggers towards the back of his head. He went straight to the kitchen to make coffee, you knew, because that’s what he always does when he shows up unannounced and pesters you in your house.

Minutes later, the doorbell rang again, and you briefly hoped that this time, it’s Wanda and William behind the door. You got up from where you were seated on the couch, but James beat you to the door.

“I’ll get it.”

Alarmed, you ran towards him before he could open it. “No!” You lowly hissed. “I don’t want Wanda to know you’re here. Go hide in the kitchen.”

He raised a brow at you. “Wanda already knows we’re dating. What I got to hide for?”

“Yes, but I don’t want her to think that we’re… you know.” You flushed at the thought. You’ve always known that couples who go to their partner’s houses are doing it -not that you think you and James are couples. You just didn’t want Wanda to have the impression that you two are having sex as well.

You dropped your gaze from his face, and it fell on his chest. You didn’t miss the way how the dark fabric clung to him. He was well-built, no doubt; it was the first time you’ve seen him wearing clothing other than his suit and tie. His usually sleek brunette hair is tousled, but he still looked handsome as hell. The image will be etched in your mind for a while, you know it.

Bucky saw your face heat up and instantly knew what you were referring to. “We’re what, doll?” He smirked as he leans closer to your face.

Your breath hitched. “Nothing, just get to the god damned kitchen, please.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.” He conceded, which actually surprised you.

When James finally disappeared into the kitchen, you tried to calm yourself down before opening the door, greeting Wanda with a sweet smile.

“Thanks again, y/n. I owe you.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda. And don’t worry, Will’s in good hands.” You assured her.

The redhead turned to her son, who now stood beside you, your arm draped over his shoulder. “Now, you be good, okay. Don’t give y/n a hard time.” She reminded before giving him a peck on the cheek. She bid the both of you goodbye, and you both watched as she hailed a cab and climbed as soon as she got one.

You led the boy inside, noting how he got excited at the sight of James. You weren’t aware that they know each other.

“Hey, Will. Wanna go biking today?” James asked as he walked towards you two.

Your jaw dropped. No, that wasn’t what you planned to do today. You and Will were gonna binge watch Paw Patrol on Netflix, maybe munch on some sweet snacks, play a little, then hit the sack when night came.

“I don’t think tha-“

“YES!” William yelled enthusiastically, then looked at you, eyes pleading. “Can we go biking, y/n?”

“Oh, sure, Will. If that’s what you want.”

“Yay! Thank you y/n!”

Once again, you turned to James with a scowl, but he only grinned at you. If looks could kill, this man would be dead. “Go and get dressed, doll. We’re gonna have so much fun today.”

———

Bucky cast a worried glance at you. “You okay, doll?” He asked. You’ve been unusually quiet since you got in the car. You weren’t blessing him with your curses, and he thought it was because you’re censoring your words because of William, but he noticed that you weren’t even shooting him your virtual daggers.

You just sat there on the passenger seat with a blank face, and it got him concerned.

“Doll?” He called again when you didn’t respond the first time, and you finally looked at him as if broken from a trance.

“Huh?”

“You good?”

You bit your lip in trepidation as you recalled what James said earlier.

“We’re just like a family, bonding over the weekend. It’s gonna be fun.”

Family? Bonding? You sat there staring at his side profile but not really seeing him. You were lost in your thoughts. How do you bond with your family?

You were in second grade when you noticed that you were different from the other kids. You didn’t have a mother, and they did. And that’s what a family is, your teacher said. There’s a mother, a father, and their child or children. And the family has fun on the weekends, and they call it bonding.

You were shocked, scared, and you panicked. You didn’t have a family, and you certainly didn’t bond during weekends. No, what you did since you were six was helping around your father’s small repair shop after school. When the weekend came, he would spend the entire day drinking while you listen as he rants on about all his life’s problems.

You remembered asking yourself why? Why were you different? Maybe there’s something wrong with you? Maybe you didn’t really have a family, you didn’t have a mother, and you didn’t bond during weekends.

“I’m fine.” You finally said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” You squeaked. You know James wasn’t buying it, so you decided to change the subject instead. You turned to William, who sat in the back, seatbelt strapped on.

“What do you wanna do after biking, Will? Wanna go to the arcades?”

The boy’s eyes lit up at your suggestion. “Can we?”

“Of course! Then after that, we’ll grab pizza and ice cream. How’s that sound?”

“Can I have cotton candy too?”

You chuckled, a genuine smile finally gracing your lips. “Sure!”

True enough, the three of you went cycling by the park with rented bikes, after that, you rented rollerblades and went skating (you, failing miserably so while the two boys laughed at the way you fell on your butt cheeks but James was always there to help you out). Then you went and grabbed pizza and ice cream and cotton candy, and when you’re all full, you beelined for the arcades.

The night rolled in, Will is asleep on the back seat while you and James sat in front.

“Is this what you did with your family when you were a child?”

“Yes, my dad taught me how to ride a bike. Sometimes we’ll go to the movies, swimming, hiking. How about you?”

You shifted in your seat, heart beating loudly. You thought you’ve gotten over it, for fuck’s sake, it was a very long time ago! “No, we don’t… we didn’t do any of those things.” You glanced away.

You felt something warm envelope your hand. You turned and saw James leaning close. “It doesn’t really matter what you do, doll. It doesn’t matter if what you did was different; what’s important is you had a connection.”

You nodded at his comforting words.

“Now, let’s go home. I bet you’re tired.

Part 6

author's notes: This story's ending soon. Don't worry tho, if you want more AU Bucky, I have a couple stories lined up. I got you, fam.

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nurseanddex · 4 years ago

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1/2 fluff and nurseydex for the prompts please!

Oh my god thank you so much for this prompt because it hard core inspired me to produce some of the most tooth rotting fluff of my life!

Send me a prompt and a pairing from one of these lists if you feel so inclined, just please specify which list it’s from! :)

Prompts: “how much did you drink?” and “aw, you’re so cute.”

Will Poindexter forgot one very important thing during a long summer away from Samwell. Tub juice was magically malicious.

Somehow, despite the truly obscene amounts of so many different kinds of alcohol used in its creation, tub juice didn’t taste like alcohol. It just tasted like juice. This particular batch tasted vaguely like fruit punch, only the slight bite of the aftertaste betraying the staggering amount of alcohol contained inside.

Which is why during the first kegster of his junior year, Will was three and a half glasses of the disturbingly lime green concoction in when he was suddenly hit by the tub juice all at once. Will was no lightweight, but his now drunken brain recalled Shitty once saying that tub juice could probably knock a bear off its feet if it drank enough. He felt himself start swaying, his balance disturbed by the effects of the alcohol. His legs didn’t seem to want to keep him upright anymore, so he started making his way to the edge of the room where he could lean against a wall and let it do most of the work. Slowly and extremely unsteady, he had almost made it when his foot caught on the corner of the stupid couch.

Will barely had time to register that he was going down before a strong arm had snaked around his waist, arresting his fall and pulling him back upright, into a surprisingly firm chest. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks when he realized, after far too long to play off as accidental, that somehow his hands had wound up positioned on his hero’s insane pecs and abs. And he had spent the last ten seconds essentially feeling him up. Panicking, he tried to pull away but over corrected, losing his footing. He would have fallen were it not for the tighter than strictly necessary grip that his hero had on his waist.

“I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one, Poindexter,” a familiar voice declared in his ear, struggling to be heard over the thumping bass beat of Ransom and Holster’s party playlist, still in use despite them having graduated. The blush on his cheeks turned fire engine red as his alcohol logged brain registered just whose arms he was in.

“Scuz you are,” Dex slurred, unable to bring himself to meet Nursey’s intoxicatingly green eyes, “You tripped on air an fell down the stairs at Faber, 'member?” Nursey laughed, and Dex could feel it ripple through his chest. He’d never hugged another man for this long before, and it was making his dumb unrequited little crush harder and harder to ignore.

“And yet, I’m not the one in a fight with gravity tonight.” Dex tried to wriggle free of Nursey’s grasp, but his limbs no longer appeared to be responding to his brain, making it futile. Nursey seemed to realize what he was trying to do and relaxed his grip, but still kept a hand on his waist to steady him.

“Seriously though, Dex, are you good? How much did you drink?” The concern in his voice surprised Dex. Sure, they had come a long way from the constant bickering of their frog year, but Dex would never have thought they’d become close enough for Nursey to worry about him.

“I din drink tha much.” Dex cringed when the words came out sounding as drunk as he felt.

“That’s what I thought,” Nursey chuckled. “Come on, lets get you upstairs.” He wound his arm around Dex’s waist again and gently maneuvered him through the crowded party and up the stairs to their room. He continued to hold Dex tucked closely into his side even away from the crush of the crowd, fumbling one handed with the key to unlock their door. Sober Dex would have spent ten minutes overthinking what that could possibly mean, but he did not have the mental capacity for that train of thought in his current state. After what felt like an eon, Nursey finally got the door open and deposited Dex down onto his bunk.

“Now, are you going to help me get you ready for bed, or am I going to have to undress you myself?” Nursey smirked, and damnit, Dex was blushing fire engine red all over again. He cursed the universe for his pathetic crush on Derek Nurse, and Nursey for managing to say all the right things to keep him from ever being able to get over it. Nursey had begun to unlace his sneakers, making Dex worried that maybe he was actually serious about undressing him. He tried to pull his shirt over his head, his poor gay heart would not survive being undressed by Derek Nurse.

Unfortunately for him, he somehow managed to get stuck. He could hear Nursey’s stupidly perfect laugh, muffled through the fabric, then suddenly gentle hands were easing his head and arms free. Nursey tugged the fabric away and then they were face to face in the darkness, Nursey’s lips distractingly close. Dex forced himself to breathe, trying desperately to think about literally anything else but kissing Nursey.

“You think you can handle it from here?” Nursey asked, not breaking eye contact until Dex nodded belatedly. Dex waited until Nursey had gone into the bathroom they shared with Chowder before struggling with his jeans. When he’d finally managed to fight his way free, he stumbled to the dresser for a clean pair of pajama pants. He was thoroughly impressed with himself for managing to pull them on and get back into his bed without incident. Nursey came out of the bathroom, the light illuminating him from behind and making him look like an honest to god angel descended from the heavens.

Aw, god, you’re so cute it’s insane, Dex thought, trying not to stare too hard at Nursey’s stupid chiseled abs.

Nursey froze.

The silence stretched on for a moment as Nursey stared at Dex in disbelief, and Dex could not understand why until-

“Fuck, did I say that out loud?” he cursed, praying to whoever might be listening that the ground would swallow him up immediately. Nursey nodded, walking over to sit on the floor next to Dex’s bunk.

“Did you mean it?” he whispered, the expression on his face unreadable. Dex briefly contemplated taking the out, blaming it all on the tub juice. But he was never going to have any peace living with Nursey if he never got over his stupid crush, so he steeled himself for the rejection and forced himself to meet Nursey’s gaze.

“Spossible I have a bit of a crush on you,” he admitted, and then Nursey was suddenly on top of him and they were kissing and Dex thought that this was maybe the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“God, Dex, I’ve had a thing for you for ages,” Nursey breathed, when they finally broke apart.

“Why would you ever-” Nursey shut him up with a hungry kiss that burned away every doubt before he could voice them.

~~~

They woke up the next morning in a tangle of limbs to golden sunlight streaking through their windows. Somehow, Nursey was even more beautiful first thing in the morning, practically glowing in the sunshine. Dex snuggled closer, and Nursey sleepily pulled him fully into his arms, silent reassurance that the events of last night hadn’t been the product of a drunken dream.

“Hey, Dex?”

“What?”

“Did you know that when you blush it goes all the way down your chest?” Nursey laughed.

“Oh my god, I hate you. I hate you so much.”

“You do not, you loooooooooooove me.”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Nursey just gave him a gentle kiss in response, and Dex smiled against his lips. Maybe getting chirped within an inch of his life wasn’t so bad if it ended in kisses.

#upstreams #alison answers things #may or may not be partially inspired by me drinking half a bottle of wine to celebrate today thinking it wasnt affecting me at all #only to stand up and immediately almost fall down because somehow i managed to get drunk without realizing oops #also if anyone who reads this has artistic talent and wants to draw drunk Dex in Nursey's arms that would be the literal best thing ever #i have such a clear image in my head but lack the artistic talent to bring it to life #William Poindexter #derek nurse #nurseydex #check please #my writing #also i hope you dont mind i changed the prompt a little to make it fit better

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hrodvitnon · 3 years ago

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Ok, final little ask that you can answer when November ends:

-In this crossover of previous scenarios, Heisei & Final Wars Goji are summoned by an R.O.B, who requests the two of them to try and seek redemption for what they did, and that should clue you in that the two are from the Halted Genocide Route V.1 & V.2. Heisei is quick to agree as he still has a lot of guilt for robbing the Abraxasverse crew of their loved one and wants to make things right at last, while Final Wars is less willing, but decides to entertain the idea so that he can also be forgiven for killing his variant of MV!Goji.

-The R.O.B sends them to a Post-Abraxas timeline a few months after the finale, and they group up to discuss what they will do before meeting the 3rd variant of their MonsterVerse counterpart:

Heisei!Goji: Okay, here's the plan, we'll greet them as kindly as we can without sounding (or looking for that matter) hostile, and gradually and gently tell them of what we did. Hope they don't try to kill us if they think we're here to kill Gojira...

FW!Goji: Tch, why should we coddle them like that? We should get the truth out and get this stupid shit over with...

Heisei!Goji: Because-! We are here to atone for killing him! TWICE! You at least should have some respect for the guy! He not only is king in this world, he has a family & friends to care and be there for.

FW!Goji: He's just a weakling who let those soft-hearted fools let his guard down! But....I will try to show some restraint when we meet him again.

Heisei!Goji: You better, this is our only chance to prove ourselves worthy of being his friends instead of killers....

-They approached the family, who were in the midst of basking in the sunlight of the day, Heisei greets them with an *ahem* and a hello. Everyone becomes shocked at two creatures who resembled Godzilla standing there, and quickly become curious/suspicious of the duo, but Heisei Goji introduces himself:

Heisei!Goji: Hello! I am Godzilla, I know it sounds a little confusingly to all of you, but I will explain.

MV!Goji: Hmmm, go on.

Heisei!Goji: To summarize, I am you from another universe, it sounds crazy, but its true-and my partner here is from a second alternate universe. Say hello my friend.

FW!Goji: Hello there....other me.

Heisei!Goji: We are here because we want to....make-up from some mistakes the two of us did...to you and your family.

*Monster X perks up at Heisei's hesitance*

Monster X: Hold on, what did you do to Godzilla and us for you to say that?

Heisei!Goji: Well....you see, we kinda-.....we sort of....we-

FW!Goji: *To MV* The two of us killed you in separate timelines.

Everyone: WHAT?!

*FW gets blasted in tha face by Heisei's atomic breath*

Heisei!Goji: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

FW!Goji: *Grumbles* I just stated what needed to be known, I'm not one to hold back on what I say, unlike you.

Heisei!Goji: Great, and now they are very suspicious....alright, let's do this.

*Heisei explains to Goji, Mothra, Shin, Monster X, & Junior on what happened in the two alternate timelines where he & Final Wars came from, and the unfortunate events that led them to kill that timeline's version of MV!Goji. It was confusing and shocking for the family to digest (especially the Gojiran in question) but they eventually understood most of what Heisei said*

Monster X: So let me get this straight....you arrived in a time when my God/father figure was trying to wipe out mankind & you appeared while he was in the middle of doing it. You tried to both greet, and calm him down, but he attacked you-so the two of you fought, you gained the upper hand. After weakening and beating him, you unleashed a Kiss of Death attack on him until he died-ripping his head off too-and then going into hiding when my counterpart tried to kill you? Is that what I feel you're telling me?

Heisei!Goji: Yes, and don't worry, I'm just as confused as you are, but I want to say, that I'm sorry for killing you in rage...would it be fine if we can start over and be friends for once?

MV!Goji:.....Despite that horrifying story about how you killed me, I...am willing to let bygones be bygones, I'll be your friend if you can prove yourself worthy of keeping up.

Heisei!Goji: *With a big, toothy grin* Thank you! I...needed that reassurance.

*Monster X contemplates what she/he heard before turning to FW!Goji*

Monster X: As for you, you participated in a battle royale with no less than 9 other versions of Godzilla and in the end, you killed my God to achieve victory?

FW!Goji: Look, I had no idea he was, I saw him as another enemy to kill, to blow to oblivion before he could do the same to me. And there's the fact I killed my Shin....

Monster X: You what-?!

FW!Goji: A huge mistake on my part that cost me any and all trust with my version of your family, and now I feel like I have a HUGE target on my back for my rule over the Titans in that world.

Monster X: Why would you kill that Shin? Surely he couldn't have done anything wrong!

FW!Goji: To summarize, he entered my territory when I was in a bad mood & extremely paranoid about any of the other Gojis that survived that royale, and next thing you know....

Monster X: .....Ok, I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on.

FW!Goji: Didn't expect anything else.

After everyone leaves to take a nap, the three Godzillas sit down near a beach to discuss the timelines with more clarity...

*To be continued in Part 2*

What do you think?

Almost forgot this was in drafts but the Into the Gojiverse Xmas ask reminded me, so here it is:

Redemption for FW and Heisei Gojis is all well and good... but not like this. Using a Random Omniscient Being to time travel the problem away trivializes the suffering of characters who are hurting, cheapens the hurt of MV!Goji's brutal death, and there's no satisfaction or catharsis. Hell, the R.O.B. started this whole murder square dance to begin with when it popped multiple Gojis out of their home universes for no real reason. other than making MV!Goji a punching bag.

Bear in mind, I'm not saying "don't make characters suffer" because that’d be hypocritical after what I've done in my own writing! Being a writer means making your characters feel pain! But there had to be a purpose to the pain; suffering was a tool to make them rise up. No matter how bad it got, and it got REALLY bad, there was always a plan to elevate Viv n' San so they could overcome their suffering and kick the shit out of their tormenters and show how much stronger they've become. Give both the characters and readers satisfaction and catharsis for sticking through the suffering and seeing the long, grueling journey to the end, you know? If a complicated problem like this can be solved so quickly and easily, and with suspicious convenience, it probably isn’t worth it.

The R.O.B. Time Travel throws away the opportunity for catharsis, and shouldn’t be used as a narrative crutch because of the strong potential for it to become something of a Jerkass Genie or even Jerkass Gods. Don't limit yourself to easy solutions like this, otherwise the sense of stakes and consequences will be lost because "time travel will fix it!" What's more... just because it'll be fixed in one timeline, how do we know it'll have any impact on the timelines the Goji Killers came from? Is it like Chrono Trigger time travel where things will have an impact, or just traveling to a point in time in a parallel universe and nothing changes like in DBZ Abridged? That just opens the possibility for more problems. So, think of this as a test to see you grow as a... writer? Scenario-maker? Whichever you like! Challenge yourself! See if redemption is possible without the R.O.B. or time travel.

After all, if MV!Goji must suffer all the terrible fates he does in these scenarios... why not let his killers suffer just as badly? Why not let FW and Heisei earn their redemptions the long and hard and painful way? If one or even both of them have to die, whether by FW!Goji acknowledging he can never be forgiven no matter what so he dies while fighting some big horrible beastie, or Heisei!Goji accepting it and facing Pyramid Head!Monster X, why not? Fair is fair...

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