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aleksanderrs · 4 years ago

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introducing ; 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒏 .

( herman tømmeraas , cismale , he/him , aquarius , 21 ) i just spotted aleksander ‘ aleks ’ thorsen at the beach today . don’t you know them ? they live down by the rocks and usually hang out with the stoners and outcasts cliques . from what i’ve heard , they can be impulsive , but they’re also honest . i always think of them when i hear hell is where i dreamt of u & woke up alone - blackbear and tend to associate them with bruises and scratches decorating pale white skin , a backpack filled with narcotics , flicking off the cops on the freeway with a smirk on your face .

note that this is a pretty triggering intro ! i’ve tried to put a tw before any bullet that mentions something triggering , but i may have missed something . if you do read this intro , read it with caution please , as i wouldn’t want to trigger anyone !

tws : foster care system , violence , injuries , drug and alcohol abuse , shooting resulting in death , suicidal thoughts

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full name : aleksander carter thorsen peters

nicknames : everyone calls him aleks , like …. everyone . some people call him sander and he’s fine with this one too , but usually just aleks tbh

gender : cis male

height : 5 ′ 10

age : 21

birthday : february 5 , 2000

zodiac : aquarius sun , aquarius moon , scorpio ascendant

right handed or left handed : right handed

eye color : hazel , shooting more towards green , but shifts colors with the lighting

hair color : naturally very light brown , nearing more towards dark blonde , but he always dyes it a super dark shade of dark brown or even black . you’ll never catch him with that light ass hair of his tbh lmfao

piercings and tattoos : he has a septum piercing he hides by flipping it upwards whenever he feels like it tbh , literally a fuck ton of tattoos ! he has a pretty decent stick and poke on his left ankle he did himself when he was like sixteen that says ‘ aurora ’ ( twin sisters’ name ) , he has one that reads ‘ murphy , 1961-2021 ′ on his inner right bicep ( will get into that later in his intro ) , he has these fingers tattoos on his left hand , this tattoo on his inner left bicep , ‘ livet er nå ’ on his left wrist ( which means life is now in norwegian ) , a little pitbull face tattoo to honor an old dog he loved so much named pawly , ‘ 2000 ′ ( year he was born ) in the middle of his left arm , ‘ oasis ’ diagonally on his right arm right above his wrist ( fave band there guys ! ) , an aquarius symbol on his right ring finger , honestly a bunch of random ass small aesthetic tattoos ? probably a little alien , a mini drum set tattoo , a random small thunder tattoo ? probably the word ‘ fuck ’ somewhere like .... idiot who gets a lot of random tattoos idk what to say , literally is probably a centimeter away from losing his shit and impulsively getting a face tattoo he really doesn’t give a fuck anymore tbh KJVNDVJFV

languages spoken : english , norwegian , basic spanish , but wants to learn it fluently

sexuality : bisexual / biromantic��

place of birth : long beach , california

hometown : literally everywhere , no permanent hometown tbh

last four songs listened to : faint by linkin park , supersonic by oasis , mama by my chemical romance , torture me by red hot chili peppers

character inspo : a mix of chris miles and james cook from skins u.k , lip gallagher and mickey milkovich from shameless u.s , callie adams foster from the fosters , eli ‘ hawk ’ moskowitz from cobra kai ( season 2 hawk )

backstory

so aleksander , or aleks as he prefers to be called , was born six minutes after his twin sister aurora , to two norwegian parents ( julie and anders ) , both twins being the first american born in their family . his father was a no show from the start , and his mother was something else . him and aurora endured their mother’s heavy drug abuse , living in a crappy environment with an actual crackhead , until she was deemed unfit to take care of them and they were taken from her by child protective services when they were seven , instantly thrown into foster care . his mother didn’t care enough to ever even get them back , signing away her parental rights , and choosing drugs over her own two children . aleks hasn’t seen her since , and has no desire to ever see her again at all

as a kid , he was pretty soft . he didn’t like mean people and was fairly sensitive and highly emotional , two things that you literally cannot be if you’re a foster kid , which , unfortunately for aleks , was exactly what he was . basically exactly how you could picture a foster child’s life really . him and aurora managed to stay together for three years until they were separated from each other at ten years old

i guess you could say this is when things changed drastically for him . he assumed they might get reunited eventually but it never happened . he would cry himself to sleep every night because of how lonely he felt and he actually had no friends at all . if anything , the kids at his home would constantly make fun of him for being so sensitive and crying so easily . he was completely on his own , and really sad

he came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t really survive if he continued letting his emotions get the better of him . by the time he was twelve , he altered his personality drastically and changed altogether . what really happened is that he let his anger and resentment get the better of him

he just became super fed up with how fucked up the system is , and how literally no one wanted to adopt a kid his age ? the lack of sympathy from his fellow foster ‘ siblings ’ , and a mixture of everything going on around him , he kind of gave up and turned into this version of himself that took shit from no one . he never stayed in a foster home for more than nine months regardless of whether he behaved or not because something always seemed to come up for some reason ? this of course , gave him no real stability .

he got thrown into a foster care family , the johnson’s , when he was fourteen , and for a while , it seemed like a pretty top notch foster home , definitely the best one he’s been in by far . i say for a while because shit went down hill pretty fast , literally in less than five months . aleks had an unlikely friendship with the foster parents’ son , kyle . kyle was four years older than him ( eighteen ) but it seemed to work at first since they shared the same room , until one day , they get into a pretty heated argument at school ( kyle is a senior , aleks is a freshman ) . to this day , aleks genuinely doesn’t even remember what the argument was even about , but this was the argument that flipped his life upside down more than it had already been flipped

! violence and injury tw for the next four bullets , read with caution or skip ahead if it will trigger you ! they’re outside getting into it , petty ass verbal argument tbh , when kyle strikes him right in the face . doesn’t really end there though because this grown ass eighteen year old man dead ass starts beating his ass . actual understatement , like , beating his ass like he’s getting paid for it type shit . he can hear people around them screaming out ‘ fight fight fight ! ’ but it’s really , really not a fight though ? like it’s just this eighteen year old beating the living shit out of a fourteen year old kid , a literal fucking child

eventually when it’s over , kyle threatens him . tells him that if he says anything at all , he’s going to make sure he gets sent to a group home or frame him for something he didn’t do to get him sent to juvie . aleks is seriously just laying on the floor , holding back the urge to cry , injured as hell , wondering where the fuck that came from . it was just so random ? he really thought he was friends with this guy and he just gets his ass beat over an actual fifth grade argument . he’s been picked on before , even shoved or had sour fights with people before , sure , but he’s never in his damn existence been beaten like that before . super low point in his life because it’s the first time he genuinely got his ass handed to him and then some , but definitely not the lowest point

when he gets back to his foster home , he tells his foster parents he was jumped . makes up this entire story from the crack of his ass . it actually makes him physically and emotionally sick to sleep in the same room as kyle , but he tells himself it is what it is . he doesn’t rest that entire night . the next day though , he waits until kyle is sound asleep to get up from his bed beside him and hover over at him , watching him snore soundly . a million and one thoughts run through this kids head , but it’s mostly just hurt , anger , disgust , and this sick need to get back at him . it’s this fight in his head , one voice telling him to let it go while the other voice screams at him to fuck him up . aleks momentarily decides on taking the higher road , knowing it could get him into huge trouble if he lays a hand on kyle , but that decision to take the higher road vanishes when he looks up above the fuckers bed and see’s the mirror that hangs on top . he stares at his reflection , spotting his bruises , the swollen bits of his face , the scrapes and cuts , how fucked up he looks , and he acts completely on impulse , his anger getting the better of him . aleks grabs kyle’s soccer trophy from on top of his bed stand , lifts it up above his head , and smacks him right across the face with it . this obviously wakes up kyle instantly , but aleks has the upper hand , since kyle is laying on his bed , half asleep , and without a weapon . aleks starts fucking him up with the thing , you can hear kyle’s screaming loud and clear , and it’s not long before kyle’s parents come rushing inside , obviously pulling aleks right off him , and well , you can kind of see where this is headed

moral of the story , aleks is considered a high risk foster child with that little stunt he pulled . his first actual offense , but it still gets him sent to juvie for three days , and that’s really just because the judge is being nice considering his situation ... i don’t even think i need to describe what juvie was like because like we see movies y’all we know JKFNDJF . he broke kyle’s nose , scratched his cornea , and left him with multiple injuries . kyle’s claims don’t help his story either . he tells everyone that aleks is psycho , that he’s wrong in the head , has some serious anger issues and ‘ attacked him out of nowhere when he was just trying to help him ’ , makes him out to be the biggest bad guy in the book , conveniently leaving out the part where he fucks him up with his fists at school . with the squeaky clean record kyle has , no one really cares for aleks’ side of the story at all , especially since he claimed his injuries were from getting jumped . from that point forward , he knows for a fact he’s never getting adopted , and , as sad as this may sound , he doesn’t even care anymore ! end of violence and injury tw !

actually hurting someone the way he did kind of ignited something inside him he didn’t even know was there . of course after a certain age , he grew a much tougher shell and stopped crying about everything , stopped being so damn sensitive , but he’s never laid his hands on anyone before until he met kyle . he wasn’t proud of what he did , it made him feel like shit inside , dirty in a way , and it didn’t give him any sense of accomplishment or bring him any joy , but .... it kind of awakened him to all these different ideas , a different mentality , gave him a feeling of power and superiority he’s never felt before . at that point on , he began thinking ‘ every man to himself ’ , very much katherine pierce from the vampire diaries mind . he does what he does to survive and he doesn’t care who he has to knock down . no one ever cared for him , he stopped caring for people – that’s that .

it took everything ( like dead ass everything ) , to convince the judge not to put aleks in a group home . he was , thankfully , placed in another foster home , but with much higher restrictions than his last . it was school and back , the doors were locked at 9 pm , bedroom doors included , windows sealed shut .... just bad , but it beat being in juvie , so again , he told himself ‘ it is what is it ’

began acting the fuck out . new home , new school , he became the bad kid your parents warned you about , begged you not to hang out with . skipping class , a nasty smoking habit , talking back to the teachers – he actually stopped giving a fuck , and his behavior just worsened as time went on . despite his own birth mother being a drug addict , he did the same shit . he turned to drugs , alcohol , and violence , mostly . hanging with the wrong crowd , slick ass mouth , not afraid to punch someone , on some illegal shit , but , he became very street smart and learned to keep his shit ‘ low key ’ as he called it , really .... just not getting caught . he was barely barely passing school , just enough so his ( current ) foster parents wouldn’t bug him about shit . eventually moved to another home without as many restrictions and decent living , really , really just tried to keep a low profile all while doing hood rat shit on the low #hannahmontanawho?

! drug abuse and drug mentions tw for the next three bullets ! he really , really began to rely heavily on drugs and alcohol . started off with weed , but escalated from there . adderall , xanax , oxy , coke , mdma , even ketamine ... really any drug you can think of , all tried by the time he was sixteen . his top three favorites quickly became coke , ketamine , and obviously weed . aleks thinks he has the whole situation under control , swears he’s become a master of deceit , but it’s only really a matter of time before shit catches up to you , right ?

he’s sixteen when him and a couple of his friends decide to drive to santa monica just for the fuck of it . they swear they’ll get him back in time , all with the idea to get really fucked up by the beach and go on an adventure . only problem is they get too fucked up and attract too much attention up to the point of getting caught . four teens running in different directions from the cops , high as fuck .... lovely tbh 🥴

again , you can kind of see where this is headed .... him and another guy were the unlucky ones , of course . aleks gets caught with only a joint on him , but tests positive for a bunch of drugs . it’s already his second offense too . he gets four days in juvie this time , drug counseling once he’s out . the only problem is no one really knows where he’s going to get placed after this , though he’s pretty sure it’ll be some high restriction group home , but very surprisingly , he’s wrong ! end of drug abuse and drug mentions tw !

the day he gets released from juvie is the day he meets a man named murphy peters , or my favorite person ever ( what aleks will soon come to think of him ) . murphy isn’t really too sure about taking him in until he gets told ‘ well if you don’t take him i guess i can just send him to a group home ’ . they just look at each other at that moment , aleks’ eyes filled with unshed tears , beat up and tired , and murphy turns back to the guy and legit says ‘ nah , don’t even bother . just a few weeks , right ? ’

he’s super shut down emotionally when arriving at his place . murphy is a single foster parent with an old , really friendly pitbull named pawly for company , no other foster kids in his apartment . being tossed around so much , aleks assumes it’ll only be a matter of time before he fucks up and gets sent somewhere else . that’s how it always seems to go down anyways , and he did only say a few weeks after all

but things take an unexpected turn for the better on the second day he’s there . three in the morning , he’s awake but the lights are turned off , pitch dark . he randomly hears murphy open the door and pretends to be asleep . a part of aleks feels like this might get dark very fast . after all , he lives alone . he’s a single foster parent , and aleks has lived through enough in the system to know how fucked up it is . the last thing he’s really expecting is for murphy to shake him roughly like ‘ wake up kid , wake up , i know you not really sleepin’ ! ’ so he kind of just sits up and turns on the light like um .... it’s like three am , and murphy is pacing back and forth around his room like ‘ aight , i figured it out , kid ! ’ and aleks is just like haha yeah cool ..... again , it’s three am

strangely enough , murphy starts telling him his life story , through and through and aleks can’t help but think how this old man he met two days ago figured all this shit out . it makes him angry that he’s apparently so transparent ( he’s really not , murphy is just next level ) . truth be told , he wants to swing at murphy , and he knows it’ll get him into deep shit , but he does it anyways . imagine his shock when this old man blocks his punch and manages to slam dunk him back onto his bed . he’s just like what the fuck aren’t you like eighty KVBFDJ

moral of the story is they get into an argument and aleks eventually tells him that the reason he’s so angry is because he ‘ can’t beat up everyone he hates , you included ’ ( half true , but definitely not the only reason he’s so pissed at the world ) , even more random when murphy is like ‘ i’m gonna teach you some healthy ways to let out that anger , be ready at ten am , kid ! ’ and aleks really thinks he’s making fun of him so he’s like ‘ yeah , okay .... fuck you old man ! ’ as murphy makes his way out

but ... he’s not talking shit ! ten am on the dot and he’s getting dragged to what he thinks is a gym , but it’s actually a dojo . he thinks murphy is talking out his ass when he tells him he’s going to teach him karate , and enroll him in boxing classes for the summer . he’s just wondering how this old solitary man is gonna even teach him good karate to begin with , but he soon learns that the old saying don’t judge a book by it’s cover is pretty much murphy to a t

he is right though . he starts boxing and karate and it does help him a lot ! he realizes how much doing these things gets his mind off everything . even though he’s basically ‘ fighting ’ it brings him a strange sense of peace , and surprisingly ? discipline too . he knows this whole thing is temporary but it still changes his mindset a lot . he mostly begins to focus on physical activity and becoming the best at what he’s doing rather than his old bad habits like drugs and alcohol , stealing , any type of petty crimes he used to commit . at the time he didn’t want to admit it , but murphy was definitely right . this was for sure helping him take out all the anger he has inside , all without doing things that could get him arrested

and him and murphy start to really bond too . they both like the same bands , they’re both aquarius’ , similar tastes in tv shows and movies , they both have nearly the same sense of humor , murphy was even a foster kid like him who out grew the system , but again , aleks really tries to not get attached because he knows he’s just being nice , but he really really starts to fuck with murphy . deep down in his head he’s like ‘ i kind of wish he was my dad ’ .... making me emo and shit smh

when school comes around , beginning of his junior year , he manages to convince everyone to let him drop out and get his ged . school really just isn’t for him and it never has been , being in a place with a bunch of other teens for like eight hours for five days a week gives him anxiety , just drains his social battery completely . he does drop out , but he’s pushed so roughly by murphy to get his ged , he manages to pass the test by late november , basically graduating over an entire year ahead of his actual class

and life seems to get better from there ! murphy eventually tells him he wants to make this a permanent thing . aleks gets so happy he actually bursts into tears 🥺

the entire process takes a lot longer than necessary though , especially with his record . in the beginning , they can’t find his actual birth certificate . his actual birth father , for some reason , refuses to sign away his parental rights at first ( aleks is like bro i literally hate you .... sign the fucking papers ) . kind of starts to seem like the whole universe is against him . every time the coast looks clear and it seems like they can go through with the adoption process , something happens and delays the entire thing . it actually takes him over a year until he finally gets legally adopted by murphy , when he’s seventeen . actually the happiest day of his life

things only seem to get even better from then on out . he gets his driver’s license , his tattoo artist license in california when he’s nineteen , starts working at an actual shop in venice beach when he’s almost twenty . he’s not the best at first , but not terrible . eventually , he becomes really really good though . he basically paints , listens to music and does a mixture of boxing and karate during his free time . he tattoos and pierces people for income , starts saving up because he really wants to drive down to mexico one day , with murphy in his rv . actually the road trip of his dreams !

but , remember when i said it kind of seems like the universe is against him ? 🥴

it’s february first of this year , four days before his twenty first birthday , and nine days before murphy’s , when him and murphy get into a fight . aleks can’t even recall what the fight was about , but he gets so angry , he takes murphy’s rv and drives to god knows where . he gets really drunk one night and starts doing a bunch of dumb shit , but his dumbest idea has to be stealing a backpack full of diamonds from these two guys . gets chased by them for a moment , but manages to get away , all while being told ‘ you’re gonna regret that shit so hard bro ! ’ . in his defense , he had no idea the backpack was filled with diamonds , he just liked the way it looked because it was a kipling ? he liked the little monkey keychain ? imagine his surprise when he opens the thing and see’s probably at least half a million dollars in diamonds . he’s just like wow that’s crazy .... i’m gonna drive back home right fucking now . four , almost five years of sobriety .... thrown down the toilet when he gets drunk , but he tells himself it was just a single slip up . that he’ll do better

he gets back home february sixth , the day after his birthday . spends his actual twenty first birthday passed out and hungover , asleep on the bed inside the rv . he tries walking past murphy as he’s outside wiping down his car , hoping he can just pass by him without being questioned , but of course he’s wrong . another fight in aleks’ eyes , but it’s really just murphy bitching and questioning him because he cares about him , because he’s obviously concerned that he’s been gone for the past five days , phone off and everything . it starts escalating until aleks eventually screams at him and tells him that he needs to ‘ stop pretending like he actually cares about him when all he feels towards him is pity ’ which , kind of just shows that he never really got over his trust issues and general trauma from being in the system . and there’s just a moment of silence before murphy is like ‘ i don’t know when you’re thick headed ass is gonna realize i’d take a bullet for you if it came down to it ’ and of course , aleks doesn’t believe him ! now fast forward to another half second of arguing until murphy’s words are actually put into action

! guns / shooting resulting in death and panic attack tw , please skip past this bullet if this triggers you ! they’re outside when a white van drives by , he can clearly hear an angry familiar voice shout ‘ i told you you were gonna regret this ! ’ , a gun pulling out from the window crack , and he gets so nervous he just freezes on the spot . he knows exactly who it is – it’s the guy he stole the backpack from like , two days ago . aleks knows what he’s going to do , but he can’t seem to move . he really thinks he’s going to die , until this man literally steps right in front of him , and , just like he stated not even a whole minute ago , actually takes a bullet for him . gets shot right in the chest , and by that time , all the neighbors are outside , calling the police . the area is too heated , so the van drives off quickly after missing the shot , no license plate or anything so it’ll be harder to identify who it was . you can imagine how traumatic this moment is for aleks , and the saddest part ? he really thinks murphy will somehow magically make it , like it’ll be some type of miracle all over the news and such – but he’s wrong . murphy bleeds out right in front of him , aleks doing everything in his power to try and stop his bleeding , but there’s really nothing else that can be done . the last two things murphy tells aleks is to ‘ please take care of all the clown paintings around the house ’ and ‘ never lose them , don’t let anyone take them , keep them no matter what ’ and he’s pretty much gone before he can tell aleks why . he gets so so nervous , he doesn’t know what it was at the time , but he starts having an actual panic attack . all his neighbors coming up to him like ‘ oh my god kid , are you okay ? ’ and trying to help the whole situation like ‘ help is coming right now ’ but it’s kind of like aleks can’t hear a word they’re saying ? like his heart is just beating so fast and he’s suddenly sweating so much and he can barely breathe . it’s like his body is there , but his soul , his mind ? gone , panicking , hyperventilating . everything from then on seems like a blur . getting told murphy’s dead in the hospital , which he definitely already knows . the police statement he gives , half there , half not . that day , it’s like a part of him vanished . he really was not the same ever since ! end of guns / shooting resulting in death and panic attack tw end !

he panics , hardcore . the first thing he does when he gets home is instantly take all his clothes , murphy’s computer , and general important things into the rv . he doesn’t know why murphy is so fixated on the clown paintings , but of course he grabs all twenty of them , he puts those in the rv as well , connects murphy’s car to the rv , and just starts to drive , far away from venice beach . like half a million dollars in diamonds inside a backpack on top of the passengers seat , too traumatized to stay in murphy’s apartment . he just starts to drive , with the intention of going to mexico , but then his dumb ass realizes he doesn’t have his passport on him . he keeps driving until he reaches san diego , and that’s the story of how he ends up in sunhollow

he genuinely doesn’t know what to do from that point on . he pawns the diamonds and purchases an rv site and gas /electric for nearly three years , so he doesn’t have to worry about about rent for a while . yes , he’s really just living in his damn rv because he doesn’t know what else to do and he terrified . he ends up in the rocks , the rougher part of sunhollow . for the first few days , he’s petrified , super afraid the guys who ended murphy are going to find him . thankfully , that doesn’t happen , but he’s still paranoid about it

he actually cries like a baby during murphy’s birthday on february tenth . if he was still here , he would be turning sixty . imagine how awful he feels , that his actual real last conversation with him was an argument .... he hates himself tbh

from that point on , all the progress he’s made gets flushed down the drain . the only positive thing about the whole thing is that he manages to get a job in this new city in half moon ink as a tattoo artist and piercer , with his prior experience . besides that , it’s all shit . he’s living in an rv , he doesn’t know what he’s doing or where he’s going with his life , he’s scared , and the worst part of all ? he starts abusing drugs and alcohol again , heavy this time . all his sobriety and hard work all these years ? completely gone

aleks really said ‘ fuck self love , we’re doing all the drugs ’ after murphy died . he’s just super not okay about it because he knows he’s gone because of him , because he couldn’t keep his damn sticky fingers to himself . he’s basically spiraling super hard now , and he knows wherever murphy is that he’s not happy with what he’s doing , but he can’t seem to stop . it’s like once he started using again , there was no going back

so he keeps doing hoodrat shit tbh ! his dumb ass ends up getting caught with resins of cocaine in a bag , on february twelve , literally on his birthday month . the offense wasn’t that bad because it was just coke residue , but it’s still basically a felony , and with his past record , he gets actual prison time . he was going to be in prison for a whole two months , originally three , but he got off lucky . however , with good behavior and community hours , he ends up in there for only a month , got out recently on march fifteenth . he’s doing community hours and getting drug tested by his p.o , he’s under house arrest too . he can be out between six am to six pm , but if he’s not right back in his trailer by six pm on the dot , well .... i think you can figure out what happens

he’s barely getting by really , known around town as trailer trash for obvious reasons , literally currently wearing a fucking ankle monitor . i don’t really think he cares about anything anymore ? like he’s just so done with it all . he didn’t even flinch when he got caught , didn’t try to run and willingly gave in ( which helped with his case but ) , like , that’s how done he is . genuinely didn’t care that he was going to actual prison . he just does not care . he’s barely living , one day at a time

i’m gonna end his backstory here , below are some headcanons !

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! drug abuse , suicidal and death thoughts tw ! this is kind of sad , but he’s reached a point in his life where he doesn’t really care if he lives or dies . in fact , he spends a lot of his time thinking about how he’s going to die , when , if it’ll be painful or not .... really really depressive and dark suicidal thoughts . the only thing is that despite everything he’s gone through , aleks doesn’t have it in him to actually commit suicide . he thinks about it constantly , thinks about getting run over by a car or drowning or shooting a damn bullet through his head , literally any type of death , but he would actually never pull through with it . he wants it to happen , but he doesn’t have it in him . this is a reason why he abuses drugs so much at this point . of course he likes the high , but in the back of his mind , he’s really really hoping he’ll take so much , it’ll kill him . that way if he dies , it won’t look intentional , just like your typical overdose . like , his heavy drug usage is literally a cry for help . he really doesn’t care if he takes it too far , he actually wants to take it too far always , but he never seems to overdose . he’s mixed a bunch of stuff before , but it just doesn’t happen ? in a way he feels he’s cursed , because he can’t even overdose and die properly . again , his idea of the universe being completely against him ! end of drug abuse , suicidal and death thoughts tw !

he actually .... doesn’t have a smart phone ! no bullshit , has some crap flip phone and a government phone he uses to speak to his p.o , that’s it . the only smart type of technology he really has is murphy’s 2018 mac book pro and a smart tv he has set in his rv . he rarely gets close to anyone , but on the rare occasion that he does , if they ask for his number , no bullshit , he gives them the number from pizza hut , has it memorized and all . you have to be really , really special for him to give you his number . the only people who really have his number are customers ( people he tattoos , and does piercings for ) like , that’s literally it . isn’t part of the gc ( the ic chat on discord ) , doesn’t have an instagram , twitter or any type of social media , actually old school as fuck , which is wild , considering he was born in 2000

he has a fuck ton of cds ! literally no one has cds anymore but he has so so so many . oasis , red hot chili peppers , my chemical romance , sleeping with sirens , arctic monkeys , yes , asking alexandria , the list goes on .... so many cds because this is really all he does in his rv . play a cd and start painting or sketching some tattoo ideas . he loves music a lot and considers it an escape , even though he doesn’t have a musical bone in his body and doesn’t play any type of instrument , but he just loves music so much , literally always listens to music no matter what he’s doing . his favorite band is oasis , murphy put him on that band . they’re favorite song was supersonic and they would listen to it together on repeat forever while driving , jamming to other oasis songs on the road as well . aleks listened to supersonic on repeat on the ride from venice beach to san diego . he cried the entire way .

he’s like ..... a kleptomaniac for real . he’ll walk into a clothing store with a large hoodie on , grab twenty different shirts , go into the dressing room , put on ten of those twenty shirts , slide his oversized hoodie on top , and walk right out . sometimes he won’t even have any real reason to steal stuff , he just does because he’s bored . will go into a store and take something he doesn’t even need , surprisingly has never been caught . very reckless of him considering his situation , but again , he just doesn’t care anymore . he spends a lot of his money on drugs , so he’ll steal basic necessities sometimes , like toilet paper , tooth paste , soap , shampoo and conditioner . the weirdest thing he steals hands down is like .... family pictures of people he doesn’t even know ? like it’s so weird , he’ll jack a wallet , take all the money , and realize there’s like a family picture in there , the wife , the husband , their kids , a dog . weird as fuck , but he takes the money and family picture and throws out the wallet ? again , super weird , but i think never really having a legit family and losing the one person he loved unconditionally who believed in him caused this ? he’s just like you know .... what let me live through the eyes of these people <3 super fucking strange , literally has a few pictures of random ass families he doesn’t even know at all just stuffed into his glove compartment , for no reason at all .... fucking weirdo tbh

another fun fact is he has hypermobile shoulders ( or double jointed shoulders ) . he realized this when getting handcuffed once , his arms behind his back . he thought to himself ‘ i feel i can bring my arms above my head to bring my handcuffs to the front without breaking my arms ’ surprise , surprise , he definitely could ! does that weird shit and brings his entire arms from the back to the front while holding them , he said undercover contortionist here !

this is a wild headcanon , but remember those twenty clown paintings murphy insisted aleks never get rid of ? entire story behind those things . so murphy ? actually won the powerball in 2015 . no lie , magically got all numbers right , won 238 million . with federal withholding and taxes and all ? still left murphy with a stacking 101 million dollars . he spent less than half , leaving him with exactly 64 million dollars . now you would expect him to start living a glamorous life after that right ? well wrong ! he remained humble as ever, bought an rv and the car he wanted , payed off his bills , donated some money to charity , but continued living in his hood ass apartment in venice beach , kept quiet about the entire thing , never told a single soul . he’s the type of old school guy that would rather keep his money under his mattress rather than in a bank , doesn’t trust banks , only had a debit card because it was absolutely necessary , and a credit card he never really used , really just to build decent credit . he knew he couldn’t empty his entire account in one go , so he emptied it , little by little , gradually with time , until he eventually had all 64 million dollars in cash , all one hundred dollar bills . he knew he couldn’t store the money in a duffel bag like an idiot , so what did this man do ? literally .... put the money inside the paintings . no lie , inside the paintings . he knew no one would ever wanna steal a hideous clown painting , he was smart about it . each painting is stored with 3.2 million dollars inside , all one hundred dollar bills , meaning each painting carries exactly 32,000 one hundred dollar bills inside , tightly packed together so they all fit , wrapped and all . now really , really stop to think about this ..... aleks ? actually has 64 million god damn dollars inside his rv , stored inside those hideous clown paintings , and the most wild part ? he has absolutely no idea at all . to him , they’re just ugly ass clown paintings that weigh a ton ( because they’re stuffed with money , aleks ! ) . crazy , right ? everyone in sunhollow thinking he’s dirt poor trailer trash , without a nickel to his name . shit , he thinks the same thing too ! positive he’s gonna die broke as fuck and alone , but little does he know ? man is carrying 64 million in his shitty rv , and he has absolutely no fucking clue at all . definitely going to accidentally find out one day ( but that calls for a future self para tbh )

murphy had no intentions of spending all the money on himself , planned to donate the other half and spend the rest living his final days in santo domingo , dominican republic ( literally .... that’s how humble this man is ) . around that time is when he started fostering aleks though , and after the first few months with him , he knew , right away , that he was going to give that money to him one day . didn’t tell him about it because he knew it would freak him out and he wouldn’t stop asking about it , but he knew all that money would be his . stored it all away in those terrible clown paintings , specifically because he knew no one would suspect a thing . wanted to tell him about it , but passed away before he could . aleks still doesn’t know what’s in those paintings , has them stacked away somewhere because he thinks they’re so ugly , but would never throw them away because it was murphy’s last wish . the day he finds out what they actually have inside though ? his life will do a whole 360 . again , i’m gonna work into that though

people just think he’s trailer trash tbh and he does nothing to prove them wrong . i think his reputation just follows him around . lots of people don’t bother to get to know him and he doesn’t really bother to get to know people . he’s a big ass loner , spends nearly every single day alone minus when he’s at the tattoo shop . lots of people are really intimidated by him , especially with all the rumors about him , and that fucking ankle monitor tbh , but he doesn’t care , doesn’t do anything to try and stop what people think . he’s like if people wanna think i’m trailer trash whatever i don’t care , and he really , really doesn’t

he’s actually kind of a low key hoe ? bisexual as fuck and will hook up with just about anyone . it’s wild though because he’ll fuck you and kind of just disappear ? half the time he doesn’t even do it on purpose , he’ll kind of just dip without giving you his phone number or even wait for you to wake up . like you’ll maybe wanna make breakfast for both you guys , but you look to the other side of your bed and he’s no longer there . no phone number , no way of contacting him , kind of just a ghost . he never let’s people come over to his place ever ( because .... rv tbh ) so it’s not like there’s any way you can really see him again if you wanted to . unless you randomly see him somewhere , but odds are he’ll disappear into the background before you even really get a chance to talk to him . gives him this asshole reputation , but the truth is he just doesn’t want people getting too close to him out of fear that they’ll abandon him . you’ll think you’re starting a lovely friendship with him or even just a great hook up and he’ll randomly just ghost for like six months 🥴 never see him again type shit

he actually .... doesn’t really like being touched at all ? it’s weird because he likes sex a lot and doesn’t mind being touched everywhere in that moment during the heat of it , but like let’s say afterwards maybe you wanna cuddle ? you wanna greet him with a hug ? a little kiss on the cheek ? he’s not comfortable with that . he doesn’t mean to be an ass about it , but he actually physically cringes when someone just greets him with a random hug without any type of warning . will literally push you away and be like ‘ please don’t touch me again ’ . maybe this has to due with his childhood in general but like .... do not greet him with a random hug or kiss on the cheek ever because he will literally disappear so fast , push you away so quickly . if he initiates it , sure , but if it’s just random from the other party , he’s not gucci with it . i think if he finds someone he actually really cares about and vibes with he would be okay with physical affection ( example , he let murphy hug him all the time ) , but like let’s say he just meets you and you wanna go in for a friendly hug ? he’s gonna take like three steps back . makes him look like an asshole , but he really can’t help it . he doesn’t like being thrown off guard like that , strangely feels like he doesn’t have control of the situation ? he’s super weird tbh . he’s fine with a fist bump , or a quick handshake though

he hates mind games ! hates them . he’s definitely not the type of guy you can give a million hints to and he’s fine just figuring them out and going along with it . he doesn’t like indirect people who say one thing but mean something else and say this with hopes that you ‘ catch on ’ , he hates that difficult shit . he will catch onto every single hint you send , know exactly what you want too , but he’s not going to do anything about it . he wants someone who can be blunt and upfront with him , someone who knows what they want and shouts it to the world , someone who will tell him what they want from the start , no sugar coating , no beating around the bush , no mind games or backwards flirting . he’s a very blunt person , will tell you what he wants right off the bat without even blinking , doesn’t believe in the will they/won’t they bullshit . you’re either upfront and straight up with him , or you can play those mindgames for like , fifteen minutes with him before he ghosts you quick as fuck . like you want him to be super unattracted to you ? play mind games with him , beat around the bush , and hint at stuff while never directly telling him what you want . watch you never hear from him ever again tbh

he actually did half the tattoos he has . he’s become a very skilled artist , really good at sketching , painting , anything involving art with his hands . it’s relaxing to him . he hasn’t done any type of boxing or karate since murphy died , but he can very easily pick up from where he left off . he has a black belt , very good at both things , but has been avoiding it since the whole thing with murphy went down

he actually has undiagnosed bipolar disorder and even ptsd , especially from that bullet . he doesn’t really know this , but even just the sound of a gun going off can trigger him , take him back to murphy’s backyard , blood everywhere . it’s never happened to him before thankfully , but it’s a possible idea for a future thread or even self para . he has ptsd over lots of things that happened in his childhood and teen years , but a gun shot would probably really trigger him . for his bipolar disorder , he has a mixture of both manic and depressive episodes , but mostly manic ones . he’ll be awake for an entire week and not even really feel tired , fake elevated happiness , but it’s hard for him to notice he even has a problem with how heavily he abuses drugs . being high all the time never gives his brain a moment to think

literally getting drug tested every other week , but he’s still doing drugs ? he’s currently barely smoking weed because he knows that stays in your system forever , but drugs that flush out in just a couple of days or don’t even show up ? he’s all for it ! catch him with niacin , cranberry pills and juice , and cleansing pills like , two days prior . he hasn’t failed a drug test yet but he’s still doing drugs . actual dumb ass criminal mastermind ? like .... the lengths he’ll go to get high but not get caught ..... go to fucking therapy and rehab aleks holy fuck

murphy’s old pitbull ended up dying at seventeen years old , in 2018 ! no one thought he would make it for so long , but little guy did . aleks still remembers the pitbull , has a little pitbull small tattoo somewhere on his right arm in honor of this dog . his name was pawly

despite the fact that he hasn’t spoken norwegian in over a decade ( last time with his sister ) , he still vividly remembers it , since it was basically his first language . like , he claims he doesn’t remember it anymore , claims he forgot , but if someone just randomly starts speaking norwegian , his brain would instantly put all the words together and he would start speaking back fluently . you can’t forget what you fully learned , aleks !

a part of him wants to reconnect with his sister . he hasn’t seen her in over a decade , has no clue where she’s at , if she ever got adopted or if she’s even alive at this point . he really wants to find her but doesn’t know where to start ? little does he know she’s literally living in sunhollow too ( shoutout to aurora thorsen sparks )

really , really wants to be a vegetarian , later on a vegan ! he loves animals so much , has seen so many documentaries where he knows fucking animal slaughterhouses and meat is like the number one cause of the green house effect ( especially slaughter houses , watch cowspiracy on netflix to get an idea ) , but he’s a broke ass bitch right now and just eats whatever , when he’s even hungry . he always tells himself that if he ever has money ( HAHAHA LITTLE DO YOU KNOW ALEKS ) that he’s definitely going to become a big ass vegan . loves cows so much , would dead ass go ‘ moo ’ if he were to ever meet one and would probably be upset if they don’t moo back at him 🤡

he has never left california , literally ever . he’s been nearly all around cali , but has never left , not even to another state – it’s legit all he knows . he really , really wants to travel , take a road trip down to mexico ( literally even knows some okay spanish from being friends with so many mexicans and central and south americans ) like , he just really wants to go anywhere . he’d like to visit his parents’ hometown , a little town in norway named stavanger . he wants to go all around south america , buenos aires , rio de janeiro , lima , he just wants to go places and see life from outside the shithole he’s been stuck in since forever , and one day he will do it ( when he finally finds that fucking money damn ) . if he could choose to live anywhere , he would probably wanna go to his family roots , in norway . he already speaks the language so it should be fairly easy ( kind of wild how he wants to do all this yet he wants to die at the same time .... sad boi hours tbh )

may not look like it , but he really can kick your ass if he wants to ( that karate / boxing in him be like 😜 ) . if you see him from far , he looks like a little soft angel ( baby face that will never go away ngl ) but don’t let his physical appearance fool you ! he will dead ass high kick someone in the face if he has to , no remorse . he isn’t as violent anymore compared to when he was a teen , but if he feels like he’s going to be attacked or feels like you genuinely want to physically hurt him , he won’t hesitate to fuck you up

even though he’s grown a tougher shell over the years , he’s very low key still a softy . deep down inside , he’s still that little kid that would cry whenever people were mean to him . he can be very sensitive and compassionate ..... but on the inside . obviously he no longer bursts into tears like he used to as a little kid , but contrary to popular belief , if you really get to know him , he’s soft . shows with how much he loves animals , and it’s weird because he doesn’t like being touched unexpectedly , looks like a bad ass and acts like one , but deep down ? soft ass heart , too soft for this world , needs to find the right person to actually connect with and cuddle gdi

he has the tiniest little scar , right below his right eye , where kyle decked him ( left handed punch ) . it’s really barely even noticeable , and lots of people who have short conversations with him won’t even realize . if you’re talking to him for a while , and really admire his face though , you’ll notice it . again , not a huge scar , not super prominent , really blends in with his skin , and usually something most people miss , but it’s there

i’m gonna end this here because this is long and i’m going to leave connections to brain storming , but below is his birthchart !

#hqclique.intro #foster care system tw #violence tw #injury tw #death tw #guns tw #shooting tw #suicidal thoughts tw #alcohol abuse tw #drug abuse tw #blood mention tw #i feel this deserves sooo many tws #lmk if i'm missing one!!#this took me an embarrassing amount of time tbh i'm so ashamed damn #( queuekachu ! )#mental illness tw

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mxtantrights · 4 years ago

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˚ · · . · ✵ ✷ ✹ PART TWENTY

HAWKINS, INDIANA

OCTOBER 31, 1984

Jonathan Byers going to a party? Filled with other kids from this school? Unheard of! Unimaginable! Well, unless Nancy was there. I still don't get how this thing works between him and Nancy and Steve but then again

here we are.

With my notebook for math in my hands I shut my locker.

He's standing by my side, his bag over his shoulder. And he's got this look on his face. Like he wants me to talk him out of it. Or come with him. And I'm about to do neither so he better suck it up.

"Jon, I'm actually really proud of you for going to the party."

He starts stuttering as I take off down the hall. He's hot on my trail, a hand on my shoulder to slow me down. "I never said I was going."

"Oh but I think you are." I looked over to him with a knowing smile.

"What about you?"

Million dollar question.

We keep walking until we reach the end of the hall and stop near a wall. His class was down one way while mine was down the other. Ever since the second half of junior year started we've been meeting here whenever we can in between classes.

"I think I'm gonna stay home, pass out some candy, maybe even throw a sheet over myself and call it a costume."

He laughs at that.

"I'm not even gonna stay the whole time. I'll even show up late." He explains to me over the busy hallway. I mean I haven't been to a party since Odessa and even then it wasn't much. Not like how I'm picturing it to be for a Hawkins Party.

The bell rings and he rolls his eyes.

"I'll let you know at lunch- or, wait don't you have to drop off Will tonight?" I ask.

"Yeah he and the other boys are going out trick-or-treating." Once he says that it reminds me that Mickey is not gonna be home with me. And I know my mom is gonna be home. But also my dad will be home. So it shouldn't be too bad.

Maybe keeping my options open wouldn't hurt.

"Alright so either at lunch or at the drop off for the boys, the latest I promise." I begin to walk backwards down the hallway as he does the same.

"Alright Jessie."

"This is becoming a habit for the two of us."

Billy's voice knocks me out of my trance. No I wasn't reading another kids book. This time I was just scribbling down little lyrics in my head in my english notebook. So far everything I've put down hasn't made sense or just doesn't sound right.

I shut my notebook and look up at him.

And of course he's smoking.

"One, it's not. Two, I was serious about the smoking thing. I'll leave." I explain to him.

As I begin to stuff my notebook in my bag I can see him drop the cigarette on the floor and stomp it out. I stop fixing up my bag to leave and lean back against the railing.

"You see?" His voice is laced with a bit of annoyance.

But then again he could just leave me alone and smoke all the cigarettes he wants. He chooses not to do that so it's not my fault.

"What do you want now Billy?"

It was always something with him. I didn't know it when we first encountered but ever since then it's been very evident that he's trying to get into my pants. The way he'd call for me in the hallways, or send a wink my way in the lunchroom, etc. I know other girls are dying to take a ride on the Billy train but I am not.

He sits next to me, knees to his chest and looks my way.

"I was wondering if you were gonna be at Tina's Halloween party?" He asks and lets the question float and linger a little too long. I guess he can read my face and tell that he's not gonna like the answer I have for him.

I shake my head and fake a sigh. "Sadly I wasn't invited. And even if I was I wouldn't go anyways. Not my crowd."

"You come with me and I'll be crowd enough for you honey." That must be his voice that he uses to get all the girls. Any other girl would be eating this up right now. Any other girl probably would have jumped his bones right here on these steps.

I stifle a chuckle as I shake my head once again.

"You know that it's not gonna work right? I cannot be charmed by your womanizer ways?" I question him as I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I was getting bored with this conversation and I'd rather be in detention or in class.

I stand up as he chuckles to himself.

I still didn't give Jonathan his answer. At lunch I told him I was still thinking. Even though I was like eighty percent sure I was not going. And most of the reason why was because Billy would be there. I did not need to be hounded by him all night.

Steve sits down in his desk to my left side, handing me his essay as he does. This had to be our third time switching papers. I was tried of it. We've both seen each others papers enough to know that it's either going to drastically change or not at all.

There was nothing left to do.

I place my paper on his desk for him to read as I do the same with his. I think my brain has learned to block out the word basketball at this point.

All of a sudden I hear and see him scooch his chair over close to my side. My face changes with confusion, what the hell was he doing now? If he wasn't watching me like some creeper, he was trying to be my friend. And it was really weird.

"Hey so what are you doing tonight?" He asks.

Why does everyone wanna know what I'm doing tonight?! At this point I'm locking myself in my room with a bowl of candy and my guitar and trying to let this Halloween pass by. I didn't feel like passing by the gory decorations, or being scared by some lame kids.

I shrug my shoulders. "Nothing much. Passing out candy."

He scoffs.

"Ah man, you should come to Tina's Party."

What is going on?!

"You know I keep hearing about it and I don't know if it's really my scene to be partying with a bunch of kids who still view me as an outsider." I explain with a little bit too much detail because I can see the look on his face when I say that last part.

"I don't think you're an outsider." He says and I pass him a look. "Alright so you're not really with the cool kids but so what? It's our last year, who cares?"

"I do Harrington. I don't wanna go to some party and drink out of some stupid keg trying to impress others. I don't wanna dress up in some costume to play who wore it best either." The way that I said it, it came off as mean. I know it did. Because I wasn't thinking about anybody else feelings but my own.

Truth is, I think Steve is not an asshole but a fair guy. He's probably got more going for him than just being the basketball king, and 'the hair' Harrington.

And to lump him in with everyone else who's small minded and probably not going anywhere is mean. To judge him and make assumptions like that is mean. My parents and Dayton taught me better than that.

I see him sit back in his seat with a bit of a frown.

"Sorry. That was mean of me. I just- parties aren't really my thing." I kind of whisper because honestly I can't believe I'm apologizing to him I mean look how far we've come. He doesn't say much but nods his head. "Thanks for considering me not an outsider."

He picks up my paper and holds it in front of his face. "Yeah don't sweat it."

Alright this has to be some sort of elaborate joke or the world is just messing with me. It has to be one of the two I won't except anything else as an answer. It's ridiculous. It's absolutely absurd that more than three people have asked me if I'm going to Tina's stupid Halloween party.

I turn to my little brother with a hand on my hip.

"Why do you think I'd go to a party? Let alone some popular kids party," I put the wagon in park and shift in the drivers seat to face him "and let me remind you that I was 'milk girl'."

Mickey laughs- just has to laugh at me bringing that up. He opens the door without giving me and answer and joins his friends at the cul de sac.

What was the reason?!

Did I have Tina's party tattooed on my forehead?!

I put the keys in the dish bowl and shut the door behind me.

"Honey is that you?" My dad's voice asks from further in the house.

"Yeah it's me dad." I yell back.

I walk pass the dinning room and into the kitchen and see him with a cooking apron on. Not to say he doesn't cook but, usually his shift ends too late. Either my mother cooks dinner or we pick up food from someplace.

He's mixing something in a bowl as he greets me with a kiss to the cheek. "Hey how was school today? Any rad costumes?"

I scrunch my face in disgust. "Rad? Dad your vocabulary is starting to scare me."

He stops mixing and fakes a laugh.

"Oh I heard there's a party going on at some kids house- are you going to that? If you are you know you can't drink. And you can't be home after eleven. And no sex,-"

"First of all," I cut him off "I am not going to that party. I don't really associate with any of the kids there. And secondly, please never- ever- ever in my lifetime talk to me about sex."

He puts the bowl of whatever he's mixing down and turns to me. With both hands on his hips he gives me a stern look. "Look I know it's weird but it's a thing that happens. I mean look how many kids I've got-"

My face scrunches up again. "Dad-"

"Look, okay you're not going to the party. But I need to know that when the time comes that you will be safe, and not just with intercourse I mean with everything." There's a tone in his voice at the end there. He's talking about last year.

I walk up to him and place my arms around him. "I promise dad. I'll be safe."

"Good. You're my little girl you know, I gotta look out for you." He hugs me back.

I lean away from him with my eyebrows shot up high. "How un-feminist of you. I can't look out for myself? I'm just some damsel?"

"Nah, you could never be a damsel. Odessa raised you right, kid."

The pizza got here a few minutes after Mickey came home. It was like the night worked itself out. I didn't have to go to some party. I didn't have to be hounded by Billy. I didn't have to see any gory blood or costumes.

All in all, I think after everything I've been though this has been a good Halloween.

We're all munching down our slices when it hits me.

Where's my mother?

"Dad, when was mom supposed to come home?" I ask him and his face lights up.

He finishes chewing first, thank god. "I forgot to tell you. Your mother had to leave for some work thing. She'll be back in a few days."

I nod my head.

I have a few days worth of time without my mother.

Think of the possibilities!

"So what candy did you score tonight ghost buster?" My dad asks my brother.

He points over to a big sack that sits by the stairs. My dad gushes at him and tells him he did an amazing job. Me? I'm thinking about how I'm gonna get into that stash tonight. My dentist is going to hate me after this.

All in all, good Halloween.

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #Here's part 20!!!#the star designs changed!!!! (I hope someone noticed that lmao)#what do you think?#new schedule??#DAMSEL #also side note I'm writing her dad to be such a dork

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oforamuse · 5 years ago

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unexpected thanks

'you've got a ring.'

or, the one where ian bumps into kash and gets to break the news that he and mickey are married.

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Ian walks slowly down the fresh vegetable aisle, crossing off the mental list in his head of things he needs to get for the recipe Mickey’s insisting on making. He’s gotten really into cooking cooking recently, not just throwing something in the microwave and hitting 30 seconds kind of cooking.

It’s pretty hot, actually.

Often Ian will come home from work and the kitchen will be filled with all sorts of smells, some good and some terrible - Mickey’s still learning. There’s been a few burnt dinners and a couple of small pan fires, but nothing too overly drastic. Whenever a recipe fails, or Mickey doesn’t seem completely satisfied in his success, he gets up and tries the same one again. Point blank, in his stubborn way, refusing to be beaten by a page and a half of instructions. Ian can help but find it incredibly endearing. He didn’t think he’d ever see the day Mickey made him something that wasn’t pizza pockets or mac and cheese from a box, so he’s relishing in it.

Perhaps marriage really does change people.

It’s been just over three months since they got married and though Ian sometimes still struggles with the girth of it all, he doesn’t regret it one bit. He’s stopped looking up divorce statistics and searching for a reason for everything to all fall to shit, so that’s a definite step up. He’s taking it day by day but it’s good. He’s happier these days too, everyone’s noticed it, he’s noticed it. He feels lighter, things roll off of his back more - the same goes for Mickey too. They’ve barely even bickered in the last few weeks, which is so incredibly unlike them, they can’t quite believe it.

Is this what it feels like to finally have time? Time to be a couple, time to be codependent and independent all in the same moment, time to actually exist as a them and not be broken apart by homophobic dads, or mental illness, or incarceration?

Having the space and the freedom to actually co-exist with one another without something hanging over their heads is a foreign concept to both of them, but Ian thinks they’re kind of nailing the whole marital bliss thing. They wake up together, often wrapped around one another, safe and warm. They go to their separate (parole approved) jobs, Ian often driving and dropping Mickey off - sometimes the other way round depending on their afternoon plans. There’s kisses on the cheek in greetings and goodbyes, ass grabs in passing and arms locked around shoulders. They’ve been holding hands more a lot, unable to pull themselves apart when they literally don’t have to be, craving each other’s touch and comfort almost every second of the day.

It’s everything 16 year old Ian could’ve dreamed of and more.

Ian’s fingers brush over the sweet peppers, wondering whether Mickey wanted red or green - or was it yellow? He doesn’t know what Mickey's making for them later, only that he needed to get the ingredients right now as Mickey didn’t have time between work and the quickie they managed to squeeze in before they had to run out of the door. It’s Ian’s day off, he figured he’d treat his husband to a little domestic run to the supermarket. He’s about to pull out his phone to text Mickey to check, God forbid he buys the wrong type of peppers, when he hears his name being called.

‘Ian?’

His head shoots up towards the voice, it’s familiar.

‘Ian is that you? Ian Gallagher?’

Well, count that on the list of things that Ian didn’t expect to happen today.

Kash is standing in the same aisle, just a few feet over from him. He looks older, much older than Ian can remember him. His hair has a minor smattering of grey, but nothing hugely noticeable. His eyes are tired, and there’s a couple more wrinkles than there was before, but other that, he looks mostly the same.

Their obvious difference in age makes Ian’s skin crawl, like tiny little ants making their way up his bones and into his veins. He shudders, unable to believe he let 16 year old him be used by this absolute tool.

‘Kash...Hi.’ Ian says, caught completely off guard. It comes out awkwardly, his discomfort horribly evident in his voice. Kash’s face shifts slightly, making Ian cringe.

‘How are you- what’s it been like, 6 or 7 years?’ Kash continues, his hands adjusting his grip the shopping basket he’s carrying.

‘Probably more like 8.’ Ian replies and it feels forced. There’s an awful beat of silence where neither man knows where to approach next. Ian just wants to get his peppers and move onto the beans aisle, what the fuck is Kash going to want to talk about next, the weather? His phone buzzes, he pulls it out of his pocket to check the notification, happily taking a moment for a distraction. Kash makes a noise of surprise at the movement and Ian looks up questioningly. He can feel the light scowl on his face - it’s nothing too seriously pissed off, but there’s definitely an air of bother about it.

‘You’ve got a ring.’ Kash says, gripping his basket with one hand so he can bring one up to point the other at Ian’s left side. ‘You’re married?’

The wedding band suddenly feels incredibly heavy on his finger - it’s a good weight though, it’s grounding. He can feel the corners of his mouth twist up into a soft smile, it’s comforting, knowing that he has that little piece of Mickey with him wherever he goes.

He still hasn’t gotten the hang of remembering to put it back on every time he does the dishes or something, much to Mickey’s chagrin, but he’s working on it.

More importantly though, he’s wearing it right now.

‘Yeah I am.’ Ian replies, it’s proud and firm. His thumb rubs lightly over the band.

‘Wow.’ Kash says with both the tone of somewhat surprise and disbelief. He steps forward ever so slightly, and Ian moves back an inch automatically, keeping the distance. ‘The last time I saw you, you were hooking up with...was it Mickey Milkovich?- God knows where that kid ended up.’ There’s a beat, ‘Prison, hopefully.’ He adds.

It’s biting and dismissive - Ian knows it’s supposed to be a light joke, but it makes his fists curl protectively. He knows he can’t entirely blame Kash for thinking Mickey wouldn’t amount to much, given the fact the kid spent most of his juvenile years robbing him openly (and completely unapologetically), but it makes his jaw clench tightly. Mickey, is and always was, so much more than a neighbourhood thug.

So much more.

Keep it together, he tells himself. He breathes, allowing the tension to roll off his shoulders and down into the floor.

‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ Kash asks, it’s weird and kind of gross. Being around him, so many years later and being much more clear headed, makes him feel slightly sick in his stomach. ‘Someone I know?’

This makes Ian smirk slightly, ‘You could say that.’

This is going to be fun.

‘Who?’ Kash says, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, it’s a stark contrast to the friendly attitude he’s been trying to throw off.

‘I guess I, well we, should say thank you.’ Ian says, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to come off as cool and casual as possible, ‘we would’ve never met without your...er, help.’

Was that the right word to use? He doesn’t really care, it’s hilarious to watch Kash squirm. He watches the gears working in his head as the older man puts two and two together. He’s surprised at how easily Kash clocks on, only taking a moment before his eyes widen in shock.

‘You’re kidding me.’ Kash says, his jaw practically falling out of it’s socket with how dramatically it drops. It hangs there for a second, and Ian just grins. Kash adjusts himself, gulping. ‘You’re married... to Mickey Milkovich?’ He says Mickey’s name with a whisper, ducking his head slightly, as if to avoid being heard.

‘The very same.’ Ian states smoothly, holding Kash’s gaze firmly, daring the older man to make a judgement.

You’re not allowed to say shit, he thinks, you are literally the last person on earth who is allowed to judge anyone over who they marry.

He hopes to fucking God there’s hasn’t been anymore 16 year olds, he hopes he got himself some therapy. What is he even doing back in Chicago?

‘I don’t know what to say.’ Kash adds after a moment, the air between them stilted and awkward. Ian wants to leave, groceries be damned, but he knows Mickey would probably kill him to let his opportunity slip. He always did love to gloat right in Kash’s face, whether it be over a tube of pringles he stole, a snickers bar or Ian himself.

‘Don’t say anything then.’ Ian says curtly, it comes off ruder than he intended but he doesn’t really care.

‘Really? Mickey?’ Kash asks unpleasantly, and Ian doesn’t like the way Mickey’s name sounds in his voice. Like it’s dirty, and imperfect.

‘Yeah.’ Ian says firmly, the tension palpable, ‘We’re really fuckin’ happy. Big wedding and everything.’ He waves his hand out in an exaggerated gesture, hoping to help hammer the point home. He’s happy, he’s so happy, he’s happier than he’s ever been for literal years. Fuck this guy, fuck his judgement.

‘Didn’t expect that.’ Kash says, it’s quiet but comes out clear. His brows furrow together, the aged wrinkles on his forehead deepen. ‘Honestly, I’m just surprised he didn’t end up locked up-’ He stops himself, ‘And you…’

There it is again - there’s that age old judgement glinting in his eye. Or is it discomfort? Longing?

It’s an echo of something familiar, it’s a look he was thrown back in the day when he restocked the shelves incorrectly or when he would brush Kash’s prying hands off nearer the end of Their Thing when Mickey fell into the picture.

‘Thanks for letting Mickey steal your gun.’ Ian says cooly, hoping it lands as the jab he intended it to be, which it does, if he can tell anything by the way Kash flinches.

He grabs the closest pepper, Mickey’s pedantic need to follow a recipe perfectly be damned, and shoves it in his basket. Kash stands there awkwardly, dumbfounded.

‘Would you mind? I need an onion.’ He says, holding his voice steady. Kash doesn’t reply, just standing and staring at him somewhat blankly. Ian points to the shelf full of onions Kash is blocking easy access to. He doesn’t move, his mouth gaping slightly as he, Ian assumes, searches for something to say. Ian shrugs, and leaning around him, grabbing a yellow onion and shoving it in his basket.

‘Hope you figured your shit out.’ He adds and that’s it, that’s all he’s going to give him. He’s not going to wish him well or say he hopes he found true love or some shit. He might’ve done when he was a kid, but not anymore, not when he could never even dream of touching a kid the way Kash did. He turns and walks confidently down the aisle, away from Kash, away from the mistakes he made as a dumb 16 year old, away from the weird and fucked up in so many ways life he used to lead. It’s weird, when he was a kid he truly believed it was him against the world - especially growing up in such a volatile lifestyle like the South Side. He wishes someone had told him properly that there’s always support if he knew where to look for it...or well, in Ian’s case, if you go to steal back a stolen gun and come back with a boyfriend, husband, instead.

Not that it happened that easily, he’s not kidding himself.

As he scans the beans a few moments later, he makes a silent vow to never let his and Mickey’s future kid - because it’s happening, no matter how many times Mickey scoffs at the suggestion - ever feel like they have to go to a strange middle aged man for comfort.

Or anyone else for that matter. They’re gonna be such fucking good parents.

The thought about their future is warm and sits happily in his stomach, bubbling away lightly. He doesn’t feel too thrown off from seeing Kash, the pent up tension slowly ebbing away as he allows himself to relish for a moment on his and Mickey’s future. A future they finally get to have, think about and plan. It’s finally in arms reach and they are going to achieve absolutely everything that they want to from now on. Jobs, kids, money? A house of their own? Cats, dogs, and maybe even a goddamn Hamster.

It doesn’t matter, they’re gonna do it all.

So yeah, Kash, thanks for that.

#gallavich #gallavich fics #shameless #shameless fics #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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“One-Love”| CH. 2 - The Newcomer

–> Summary: Love translates to zero in the tennis scoring system – the only thing keeping the scoreless player on the court is his love for the game.

–> Pairings: jung hoseok x female reader; kim seokjin x female reader

–> Rating: NC17

–> Genre/warnings: tennis player hoseok! au; tennis player seokjin! au; crazy rich asians inspired! au; fluff, humor (as usual), eventual smut; more warnings as the story progresses

–> Words: 2.4k

–> A/N: Words that are both in bold and italics are spoken in Korean

“One-Love” Masterlist

Chapter 2: The Newcomer

“Jung Hoseok!”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he runs past you, letting out an evil cackle. “That’s right! Run away before I catch up Jung!”

“Ah your Korean is improving! I wish your legs would too!”

Tennis lessons with Hoseok are on a daily basis now: mornings with him during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and you spend afternoons with him during the remaining days. Although Hoseok won’t be able to beat you in a game anytime soon, the boy is continuously working on his ground shots and is making daily progress.

Hoseok’s regular training has not only drastically improved his skills but also your father’s tennis clinic. For some reason, your cheeky stranger-turned-friend had convinced at least twenty more people to play tennis, both students and parents alike. Soon enough, your dad’s tennis clinic was flourishing. All six courts at Thames were fully-booked during mornings and afternoons.

When Hoseok initially expressed his intention to train daily, it had worried your father because he knew daily practice could easily burn Hoseok out and eventually stop playing altogether and for Hoseok was not worth the risk, especially for someone like him who has shown so much potential in such a short period of time.

Hoseok was relentless nevertheless, constantly convincing your father to have his trainings scheduled on a daily basis. As much as your father enjoys teaching the sport he loves the most, he always prioritizes his students’ well-being before anything else.

When you had asked Hoseok about it, he was undecided if he had plans of going professional. All he knew was that he wanted to take his training seriously, wherever it may take him in the future. He had the markings of a true athlete – passionate and determined, but in this discipline, you can only get so far without support (and later on, sponsors).

Your father then advised Hoseok to voice this concern to his parents to help him decide. The boy came to practice one afternoon, his mother trailing behind him and both clad in a matching all-white ensemble just like when you first saw Hoseok. Mrs. Jung, unsurprisingly just as bright as her son, was smiling the whole way though. “Well, Hobi talks so much about it that I wanted to try it for myself too,” she jokes as Hoseok shows her around and introduces her to the rest of the group.

Hoseok leaves his mother with your dad for the meanwhile while he gets his warm-ups done. She tells him on, telling stories of how her son would come home all sticky from practice, sharing what he had done both at school and during training. “Truth is…” she starts, watching her son jog laps around the court, “…I’ve never seen my son so happy before. He’s even doing better in school nowadays! I know he’s already smart but he’s definitely different now…”

“Your son is very smart, Mrs. Jung,” you can’t help but attest her statement. It’s the truth anyways and you’re going to support you friend all the way.

“Ah you must be ________!” Mrs. Jung extends her arm out and you return the gesture. “Oh you’re too sweet. No wonder Hobi lik—”

“Mom!” Hoseok cuts in quickly, chuckling nervously. “Sorry, she gets carried away all the time.” He pulls her away from where you and your dad were standing, muttering about learning basic stretching routines and spreading rumors as he drags her away.

“Seokjin Kim,” Nadia mutters from where she’s seated from the bleachers, only a meter away from where you’re standing in the court. With one hand holding up the cookie she’s munching on, the other sweeps away the crumbs that fall on the glossy pages of her book.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Seokjin Kim!” Her voice gets louder, catching the attention of a few students who were passing by. She points with a chocolate chip-stained finger to the boy who’s drawing attention to himself with his unforeseen talent.

“Seokjin Kim – one year ahead, owns two penthouses at Narra Residences aka just the most expensive residential building in this country? Shipping magnate? Kim Logistics? DM Forwarding Services? Surely, you’ve heard one of those names…” You don’t answer, not following where she’s this conversation was heading. “…right?” She purses her lips at you, ‘tsk’-ing at your lack of knowledge on these ‘basic’ things. Honestly, you haven’t been paying much attention to what she’s telling you for the past minute, but who could possibly have?

His broad shoulders alone are enough to demand attention. You honestly would have mistaken him for a swimmer than a tennis player with the sheer broadness of it. The boy unbelievably has sharp features too for someone who is allegedly around your age. Strong brows, cat-like eyes, and those lips, god! You don’t even want to start on those plump lips, how wonderful it must feel to touch them with the pads of your fingers, how soft they must be against your slightly calloused fingers. As if on cue, the stranger lets his tongue poke out a little to moisten those glorious lips that it takes such a great effort from you not to gasp.

Nearly inhuman face aside, you are at awe at how he hits the ball with such power. Almost all his shots land near the baseline. For once you see Agus, one of the lead instructors, return them with slight struggle. For now, tennis at Thames was viewed as more of additional fitness regime for students and parents alike. Thames wasn’t known for homing aspiring tennis players, though that was ought to change when your dad came to the school. That’s why when Seokjin readies himself for a serve, you see Agus move a few steps behind the baseline, feet shuffling – one thing latter the only does when he’s nervous.

Admittedly, there was still obviously plenty to work on – Seokjin’s forehand is comparatively weak, his slices only land with pure luck but this new kid’s backhand and serves are fatal. He makes up the lack of spin with his strength, which is by the way, evidenced by the expanse of skin afforded by his sleeveless dry-fit top where his toned arms are on full display.

Surely this boy couldn’t possibly be a year older than you as mentioned by Nadia? With a face and body like that?

“Well honey, let me fill you in on the basics. Seokjin Kim, one of two heirs of shipping magnate Hyungjin Kim. Nearing a century in the industry, Kim Logistics is one of the leading multinational logistics company, supporting global trade in over a hundred countries and servicing the world through eighty thousand employees. Kim Logistics has monopolized the shipping industry particularly in Asia where the shortened name ‘KimLo’ has been declared a household name for forwarding services.”

You let out a puff of air, breathless even though Nadia did all the speaking. How she learned all this information was beyond you. “On top of that, his dad is included in Forbes Korea’s Top 20.”

“Who are you talking about?” The same question is heard for the second time today, this time by Hoseok who sets his tennis bag down beside a sighing Nadia. “Do y’all even know a single soul in this campus?”

“Nope. Sorry who are you again?”

“Hey! I just got here!”

As Hoseok rummages through his bag for his shoes, you tell him about the newcomer, Nadia reluctantly filling in the details you couldn’t remember. Just like you, Hoseok doesn’t really pay attention to what this Seokjin dude has to offer, how much his family was worth, or what damned list his father is on. He watches you watch the newcomer with such fascination, wondering if you find him attractive or you were just curious. Undoubtedly, Seokjin Kim was truly a sight to behold, that he can admit to himself but will never say out loud, not when there’s going to be another guy who could possibly steal all your attention.

You don’t even notice that he’s gotten braces.

If it wasn’t obvious enough, Hoseok has been harboring quite the crush on you. His mother knows, his best friend Namjoon knows, Jimin knows (for some reason, the now eight-year-president has the sense for these things), twins Jason and Jake from tennis know, heck, even Mickey, the family dog, probably knows he likes you! Obviously like the coward that he is, there is absolutely no way he’s going to confess his feelings, not when you’re already great friends. He’s already decided that your friendship is worth more than a romantic one.

Soon enough, your father calls you both to the court for practice. You both bid Nadia goodbye, who decides it’s time for to her to go home and finish some school work. Your dad waves, gesturing for you to come over where he is, now standing beside Seokjin. Hoseok’s heart clenches when you greet the new guy, jealousy adding to the pain brought about by the new installments on his teeth. Nevertheless, he follows suit, flashing Seokjin a smile. When you finally notice his braces, you give him a flick on his forearm, gesturing to the brackets on his teeth. Hoseok’s stance straightens at this, chest puffing out lightly before you both head off to do your warm-ups.

After your warm-ups with him, Hoseok barely got to talk to you during practice.

Your father has made you do a practice set with the newcomer. You win the grueling match with a tight score of 7-5, a set that lasted for an hour and has every one on the courts on edge. The afternoon training sessions had already ended halfway through your match and nearly all of the trainees present became spectators. Although Seokjin had won the first two games, you had managed to catch up, nerves wearing out. Seokjin was strong and agile but you outsmarted him, returning his shots to his forehand and tiring him out by making him run all over.

You were… for lack of a more appropriate word, exhausted. Every fiber of your muscle was on fire, you were sweating more than you did in a sauna, and you were gasping for breath after every game. At four all, you had completely lost track of scoring, fully depending on the umpire. Truthfully, you were doubtful that you could score a game against Seokjin, let alone beat him.

You had lost hope the moment your father told you to play a set with the Seokjin.

You knew this set wasn’t only to see how Seokjin plays – his strengths and weaknesses but this match was also a critical point at your father’s reputation. There were plenty of people watching, more from those who were on their way home from their afternoon activities. If you would win, your father’s credibility could be strengthened, despite having just half of the strength Seokjin possesses. You didn’t even want to think about the consequences of losing.

Hoseok could see right through the façade you were putting up during the first games – you were anxious. You talked less, you barely smiled and if you did, it looked forced. The rest of the spectators looked just as intense as you and Seokjin: muted, save the resonating sound of the fuzzy ball hitting against the strings of the racket. Hoseok rummages through his bag and takes out his two iPads and clicks on the Notes applications. The umpire calls for a water break, the perfect opportunity. He holds both gadgets on his hands whooping and cheering for you.

‘If it were easy I would do it!’ ‘I stayed up all night doing this sign.’

Your cheeks are on fire, hiding your face with a towel from the embarrassment. The onlookers join in instantly, cheering under Hoseok’s lead. Your dad and Seokjin even laughs when Hoseok doesn’t leave Seokjin out, cheering him on as well. Hoseok smiles when he sees the same slowly etch into your anxious features. He’s supposed to leave now, his training over and all, but he decides to stay despite the missed call and text messages he’s been receiving from his driver and his mom. Before you both knew it, the set ends and some of the spectators go nearer and congratulate you.

Hoseok deems this as his time to take leave, handing his bags to his driver Adit. He takes another look at you who’s attending to all those who have come to you and Seokjin to commend the match. When the small crowd clears away, you’re left with just Seokjin. You have been looking for Hoseok when the match as you owe him a great deal of thanks. Your eyes drift left to right searching for the boy with the gleaming smile. That’s odd, since Hoseok never leaves without saying goodbye.

When Seokjin calls your name, your searching is momentarily stopped. “Hey, great game earlier.” You realize that the two of you have never talked when the match ended, so you shake his hand with an apologetic smile. “You gave me a hard time back there.” He laughs at this, muttering something about trying at the very least.

“I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then?”

“Ye-oh!” You’re caught mid-sentence when you accidentally step on a stray ball. You feel your knee giving in but a pair of strong arms catch you. One hand initially lands on your breast but your savior immediately adjusts it down to your waist to help you get up.

Holy fuck!

You’re rendered speechless at what just transpired, shuffling your feet so you turn face to face with Seokjin. “I-I uhh…” You have lost absolutely all coherence and that carnal feeling that shoots through your core. You never had experience with a boy before, let alone have one grope you. Good god. You were royally fucked. It doesn’t help that Seokjin is also staring at you, eyes a lighter brown with the sunlight in his eyes. You gulp as your eyes travel to his neck…were men’s necks always this…delectable? He seems even hotter now that he’s drenched in sweat. ‘No!’ shouts the little voice at the back of your head, screaming at you for the past ten seconds, scolding at you for not getting ahold of yourself.

Your father coughs, breaking the tension-filled air instantaneously. He bids goodbye as he hands you your tennis bag. Your father doesn’t linger any longer, yet you know he’s expecting you to follow at once. Settling with a curt wave towards Seokjin, you jog after your dad who’s walking farther away.

#hyunglinenetwork #btswritersnet #bangtanhq #bangtanarmynet #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #bts series #bts fluff #bts j-hope #bts jin #eventual smut #bts tennis player au #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader

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kessielrg · 4 years ago

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[DA+KH] Codex: Aqua’s Letters 2: A Question

Summary: THIS IS, like, THREE MONTHS OVERDUE, SWEET MERCY. An unofficial addition to @chibi-mushroom‘s Dragon Age AU for the Kingdom Hearts series. In which Aqua writes her first letter to Ventus. I’m also using it as a Christmas gift, along with putting the Letters of Thedas collection on AO3. Don’t thank me, I’m a lazy bum.

Rating: K

Word count: 661 words

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[Unlocked after reaching Orzammar]

To Ventus Guerrin, son of Arl Tidus Guerrin of Redcliffe;

That was too formal, wasn't it? Terra said I didn't have to make it that formal, but it feels weird not to. I've never had to write a letter to nobility before. Just let me know if you want me to use your full title. Wait, is that even your full title? When you're introduced to the court, don't they also mention that you're the cousin of King Aeleus? It's up to you either way.

But enough of my rambling- I wanted to let you know that we reached Orzammar safely. It was actually a few weeks back, however, that was due to how busy we've all been since then. Terra, Zack, and Kimahri have been taking short expeditions into the Deep Roads to help fight back the Darkspawn. In the meantime, I have been trying to research different poisons and their possible cures. Aerith and Ava occasionally lend a hand, even though Ava tends to also disappear of hours on end. I haven't asked, but I can only assume that it is part of her training as a bard.

It's always a relief to see the boys when they come back. They're usually so tired and covered in blood that you almost can not recognize them. Terra… Something is happening to Terra. I can't quite explain it, and he doesn't let it show easily. He's more… irritable. More willing to pick an idle fight with Skuld or even unkindly ask Stitch to leave while he is tuning his guitar. His eating is also irregular. It's all very… concerning, to say the least. Has he always been like this and I've simply never noticed it before? What do you think? I'm starting to get worried.

In a way, it reminds me of Pete.

Before he was used to poison your father, Pete was my friend. But he had been using blood magic behind everyone's back. I never even assumed that he would do something so drastic just to be with his girlfriend, Peg. I went with him to retrieve his phylactery under First-Enchanter Mickey's suggestion- something about Pete had seemed off to him then. Do people still talk about it? If it wasn't for Eraqus, I don't know where I would be now. Sure, the First-Enchanter would have vouched for me, but surely you've met Knight Commander Cid now; it might have fallen on deaf ears.

I'm sure you're also hearing a lot about what happened at Ostagar too. Please do me a favor and not take them personally or too seriously? Sometimes there is nothing else to do in the Circle then to spread rumors. Just know that you are possible one of the few that know the truth; that Xehanort betrayed King Aeleus's orders and caused the loss of so many brave lives, including the king's. Some people can not be swayed from the delusions they give themselves.

Speaking of delusions, not that long ago the very Circle Tower you are in was under the seige of other blood mages, led by a maleficar called Facilier. If there is anything that anyone could be gossiping about still, it would be that incident. You may already know, but Vanitas is not the only demon that resides in the Fade. My friends and I were all subdued by a sloth demon who gave them their deepest desires. Seeing their dreams made me realize that I did not know some of them as well as I did. I hope to change that soon. I owe it to them.

Then we were able to meet you! Never mind the how, just know that you are an incredibly brave kid. Your parents were only trying to keep you safe. Now it's our turn to keep them safe. We'll find a cure for the poison inside Arl Tidus, you have my word Ventus. Ven. You have my word, Ven.

-Aqua Amell

#kingdom hearts #dragon age #aqua #kh aqua #fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfiction #kh fan fic #fan fiction #fan fic #dragon age au #ventus #kh ven #kh ventus #recap #archive of our own

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kimprzy-blog · 5 years ago

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Social Distancing Sucks!

They say writing is therapeutic, and I can definitely use some therapy today, so I’ll give it a shot. First and foremost, I am NOT an English major. My grammar and punctuation are not always correct, so PLEASE, for those grammar Nazis out there, you are warned… be nice. Secondly, if I am really going to do this, I really need to be honest and raw. With that being said, if you are easily offended and judgmental you may not want to read. Occasionally a bad word or two may actually come out of me…you know, honest and raw!!! The one thing that I can promise, though, is I will NEVER use the Lords name in vain. That is the one thing that I HATE the most! When people speak of my Lord in such a gross way it really angers me. Well, with all of the warnings and what not out of the way, here is the glimpse into my crazy life…

Today is day 14 and like most of you I am going bat shit CRAZY!!! Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, but I am in literal prison with 9 EXTRA needy kids. One is a big, bossy kid, who thinks he is “bad ass” and that the world revolves around him. It’s a good thing he’s so dang funny! You know, “he wanted to be a stand-up comedian…but…he can’t stand up”…(Jesse). Two of them are so extremely immunocompromised it makes me feel panicked on a regular basis. They don’t realize it, though. They both just love life and add so much joy to our home! (Bransen and Silas). One has autism and he doesn’t understand why our routine is so messed up. He just wants to get up in the morning, watch Mickey Mouse for a little bit, go to school, come home from school, play with his siblings, go to bed…repeat…you know, routine! His smile brightens even the darkest day, though, and that giggle is killer (Levi). One who lives in her own little world because she was so neurologically damaged in utero, due to chronic cocaine use by her birth mother. She only has two volumes, loud and LOUDER. Oh, and you better watch out, if you get too close to her she will clamp her teeth down on any body part that she can reach and will not let go! The snuggles she gives, though, are HARD CORE!!! (Gracelyn). One who thinks he is a comedian, and thinks it is super funny to continually pull his trach and hair out, and then throw a major temper tantrum when we get after him about it, you’ve got to love the terrible 3’s. He has a way of worming his way into your heart when you least expect it, though. (Will Andrew). One “mother hen” who is SOOOO in her element just wearing PJs all day and doting on the little kids. If all of the kiddos were like her this would be easy peasy. She is just the sweetest thing EVER! (Avery). One ADORABLE baby who is eating up all the attention he is getting and is now screaming when nobody is near him. He is such a mama’s boy. When he looks at me and smiles I go all gooey inside! He definitely loves his mama. (Gideon). And finally, one very broken little girl who has been in a constant state of fight or flight since this has begun. She has required ALL of our attention and will do anything to make sure she gets it. She is such a pleaser, though, and just needs a little direction. Finding things to challenge her mentally is keeping her mind off from what is going on in the world and she is thriving. (Onna).

This has definitely been the hardest on Onna. Her past trauma and PTSD causes her to not be able to process change well, and this has definitely been a drastic change. She drives me crazy in the moment, and I often react in a “not so great” way. This then causes me a lot of guilt when I realize my reaction is actually furthering her trauma. She feeds off from my own anxiety and insecurities. I know she can’t help the way she is, that was instilled in her long before she came to live with us with all of the abuse and neglect that was inflicted on her. She has been through so much in her short little life, more than most people endure throughout their whole lifetimes. The abuse she was subjected to is mind-boggling. Her self-sabotage can be so exhausting, though. It doesn’t matter how much love, effort and attention we put into her healing, she will always have things that trigger her. I thank God That Caleb and Holly are in this predicament with us, because without their constant help with her I would literally not be surviving. They are so good with her. They are patient and loving and everything she needs to heal. They are going to be excellent parents someday.

I have so much more to say and plan to write often. I won’t ever know what might “strike my fancy” until I actually get a chance to sit down and start typing. For today though, I think I am done. I do feel a little bad that I didn’t write anything about my fabulous husband, so that may be what is on the agenda for next time. My whole crazy world wouldn’t exist without him. He’s my rock, he’s my sanity…

Stay healthy and safe, my friends.

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dangan-ronpa-imagines · 7 years ago

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Can I request for headcanons of what will happen if Chihiro, Junko, Hajime, Ibuki, Seiko, and Kokichi Oma from NDRV3 found a time machine and could time travel to anywhere in the past?

Y’all know how it is ~ Mod Eri

Chihiro: For some reason, I imagine Chihiro unable to make that choice; to be able to time travel to anywhere in the past? Impossible, yet the wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey glimpse into the past was before his eyes. He wouldn’t choose to do so, however, because there’s something in his soul that breathes for the now. Whatever happens to him now, it is what it is. Why bother returning to the past for a different outcome? Perhaps today isn’t so lively for him... perhaps tomorrow will be, and the next day. Not knowing tomorrow is what makes today so precious to him.

Junko: If she knew how exhilarating she would feel as a result of killing her own twin sister, she would immediately jump to that chance and kill her sooner... or find people to band with at a younger age. Especially now that she knows children are so easily manipulated, and that adults will do literally anything for her because I am such a cute ass kid, 1000 points for despair amirite holy shit puts things quite into perspective. Teenage Junko might be irritating, somewhat amusing to be around. Toddler Junko is anarchy... and she wants her damn despair and more Mickey Mouse Clubhouse she hates it so damn much she watches it over and over AND OVER

Hajime: Hajime Hinata wouldn’t hesitate, immediately jumping to the past and making use of what time he has ahead of him. The poor soul ached for a talent, to be an Ultimate that everyone looked up to, and he most certainly will tire himself out by practicing what talent he could. Pianist? He’ll learn to play Mozart, he swears. Dancer? He prefers not to dance in front of others, but by God, he will learn if it allows him to make it in the near yet cruel future. Ultimate Fanfic Creator? Fuckin’ stupid but HEY IF IT GETS HIM A DAMN TALENT—

Ibuki: I feel as if Ibuki is like Chihiro in some way, but would not hesitate to go back in time for very minor offenses such as stepping on some cat’s tail or that one note that she should not have played but she did anyway and oh boy does Ibuki regret it... but Ibuki loves life right now that it’s only fitting that she’d rather not change anything drastic. She would definitely not jump to a not so distant past and claim to be the start of punk metal music, absolutely not...

Seiko: Still have not watched the anime, please bear with me So what I think is that Seiko seems to be a rather regretful person. She so readily trusts people and feels deeply hurt when betrayed, to the point where she is the type to just allow those memories and those actions to fade away. She would make sure they never happened, crying over a loss friendship but telling herself it was worth the pain and heartache of what they used to have. Or, she would go back in time to just... appreciate the past for what it is. Appreciate a girl that doesn’t know the pitiless world that will befall her. Appreciate a world in its prime. It would be quite difficult to return once she’s seen it all.

Kokichi: He most likely would take that advantage, jumping into the time machine to claim his invention of peanut butter... or something. He would invite the members of his organization to have a huge 70′s party where he can drink milk and be a little kid and not get judged for it. He would prank so many people and never get caught, because certainly no one would accuse a kid. A whole new world, he thinks, must be so much more exciting than the now. His worries would somehow disappear in the blink of an eye, washing away with the idea of what opportunities are in his grasp.

Time to lie that he doesn’t have a time machine

#B O I #this was good im funny #it was kinda angsty too like why tf do I do this lmao #headcanons #headcanon #Kokichi Ouma #Seiko Kimura #Hajime Hinata #Junko Enoshima #Ibuki Mioda #Chihiro Fujisaki #Mod Eri #Anonymous

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brrahbrrahcharacterimagines · 7 years ago

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Rotting Flesh and Burning Love Chapter 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Glenn Rhee x Samantha Greene (OC)

Word Count: 1581

Warnings (though not all may be included in this part): Swear words, sexual themes, violence, blood/gore, death

AN: Thank you guys for reading! I will post what I have written previously for this series and continue it, here is a first look. Hopefully the quality isn’t too awful.

"You know, I wish I had something like Beth and Jimmy have." I said to my sister Maggie, sitting on the porch enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature.

"Me too Sam, me too." She responded with a wistful sigh. Suddenly she stood up, peering out into the vast field ahead of us.

"What is it?" I asked, afraid that it might be another one of those sick people. One of them had found our farm not too long ago. It was scary, she didn't talk or anything. She just made weird groaning noises and lunged at our Step-Mom. She ended up getting the virus as well then passed it onto my step-brother Shawn, so Dad took had to take them out back one day. My step-mother had asked him to. It was hard for all of us.

"I-I'm not sure," she responded. That's when I saw it as well, a dark figure bounding towards the house and desperately clinging to an object in it's arms.

Maggie picked up the binoculars sitting on the small table beside us, using them to see the mysterious figure better. She held them up to her face for a few seconds before setting them back on the table, her face paling.

"Dad!" She screamed, making our father come rushing outside. I grabbed the binoculars off of the table to take a look at the figure myself.

It was a man, a police officer judging by his outfit, clutching a limp child to his chest. Otis and another man were trailing the cop. All I could do was stand in a stunned silence. What the hell had happened?

When the first man reached the front steps, I almost threw up. The sight of his clothes drenched in the young boy's blood paired with the smell accompanying it was too much for me. I had to walk away from them as I was about to be sick knowing that the boy was so hurt. I didn't want to throw up on the already shaken pair of males.

I stayed outside while everyone else rushed inside. My mind began racing a mile a minute. What had happened? Who are these people? Where did they come from? I wanted answers, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside in search of them myself.

I heard the screen door open and turned to see Maggie standing there.

"The man, Rick Grimes, wants somebody to go get his wife, Lori. Tell her that their son Carl has been shot. He said that she's out with a group on the highway. Could you ride out there and get her? I have to stay here and help Dad." She told me.

"Of course I can," I said. I felt bad that I had done nothing to help, this way I could at least try to do something productive. I ran out to the stable and began saddling up my horse, Mickey Mouse.

"Let's go M," I told him, and we began our short ride to the highway.

I had almost reached the highway when I heard screaming from the woods on my left. I followed the sound to a blonde woman being attacked by one of the infected. I galloped over on my horse, elbowing the sick man in the head with my elbow.

"Are you Lori Grimes?" I asked her as she stood up.

"I'm Lori," said a woman from the treeline of the small clearing, a puzzled look upon her face.

"Your husband, Rick, wanted someone to come find you. There was an accident, and Carl's been shot." As soon as Carl's name left my lips, she was getting on the horse.

"Lori, stop. We don't know this woman. How do we know that we can trust her?" Said a gruff voice from the direction that Lori had come from. I looked over to see a man aiming a crossbow at me, his eyes narrowed and suspicious of my intentions.

"Daryl, she knows my son's name. He could be in trouble, I have to take this chance."

I nudged Mickey's head to get him to turn back in the direction of home, in turn making eye contact with a man about my age. He was wearing a baseball cap, and looked to be Korean. I'm not lying when I say I found him extremely attractive.

Lori and I rode back mainly in silence. I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Her son might die, and she had been walking around not knowing mere minutes ago. I guess that's just how things are now. The world is an even more cruel place than it had been before people started contracting this virus. All I could do was pray for that poor little boy along with his family and hope for the best.

As soon as me and Lori reached the house, she jumped off my horse and into her husband Rick's arms. I was unable to see her face, but I could tell that she was crying softly. I didn't want to invade on their little reunion, so I didn't follow them into the house right away. I can't even begin to fathom what they're going through, and I hope I'll never have to.

I put Mickey up in his pen at the stable again before strolling back towards the house. On my walk back, my thoughts couldn't help but stray back to that man I had seen only but an hour before. The one with the white baseball cap perched atop his head.

I know it's horribly cliche, but I couldn't get him out of my mind, especially his beautiful brown eyes. Even though I had only seen him for a few seconds, I felt as if I could stare into his chocolate-colored orbs for eternity. On top of that, he still seemed so innocent. Not to the point that he is a wimp, but he just doesn't have that same harsh, cold feel to him like so many others these days. He seemed like a nice boy, something hard to find these days. Especially a nice, attractive boy.

"Sam, that's enough daydreaming about a man you don't even know." I muttered to myself as I walked up the front steps before entering the house.

Stepping through the front door, I saw Rick and Lori talking to my dad in the living room.

"When Shane gets back with this other man," started Lori.

"Otis." Cut in my father.

"Otis," she cut back harshly, "the idiot that shot my son."

"Ma'am, it was an accident." Said Dad, sticking up for Otis. Otis is a good man, he'd never hurt a fly. Much less shoot a young kid just for the hell of it.

"Lori, they're doing everything they can to make it right," said Rick, her husband. I could tell that he, like Otis, was a good man, an honest man. Lori was the one I worried about, she seemed very rude. It could have just been the weight of the situation, however, so I try not to judge her too harshly.

"We really are ma'am, Otis would never have shot your boy in there on purpose." I said from my position in the doorway, motioning to the room that young Carl was in with my hands.

"Whatever. When they get back, you can perform this surgery?" She said, turning back to my father.

"I'll certainly do my best." He responded.

"I mean, you've done this before, right?" She said, her tone very rude to be honest.

"Well, yes, in a sense."

"What do you mean in a sense?"

"Lori," Rick cut in. "We don't exactly have the luxury of shopping for a surgeon."

"I get that, but you are a doctor, right?" She asked my dad.

"A vet." Replied father.

"A veteran? A combat medic?" She asked, surprised. 'Oh no," I thought, as I knew her expectations were far from the case.

"Actually, he's a veterinarian." I told her. Her and Rick visibly paled.

"And, you've done this surgery before on what? Cows? Pigs?" She said rather disrespectfully.

"Horses, actually." I responded. At my words, Rick collapsed into a chair.

"You're in way over your head, aren't you?" Said Lori.

"Aren't we all?" Dad told the woman. As I would come to know, his words rang immensely true after these sick people started roaming God's green Earth.

"I'm going to check the boy's vitals again." He said. "Blood pressure and such. The young boy's parents followed Dad back into the room, and I retreated to my own.

My room is fairly large, and painted my favorite shade of green. A big, fuzzy, white rug lies in the center of the floor, covered in books and old vinyl records. I threw on one of my favorite records, "Runaround Sue" by Dion, and picked up a book to read. I chose a classic, "Gone With the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell. When I was younger I would put on my best church dresses and run around the farm, pretending it was my plantation. Until Dad told me to come inside and stop ruining my church clothes, anyway. He was the one to introduce me to it. He would read it to me, Beth, and Maggie when we were little.

I began to drift off, thoughts of fancy dresses and the civil war on my mind. I had no way of knowing that the presence of that little boy a few rooms over would change my life so drastically, in more ways than just one.

#the walking dead #glenn rhee x oc #the walking dead x oc #the walking dead x reader #glenn rhee x reader #rick grimes x reader #negan x reader

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doctor-who-hears-a-horton · 7 years ago

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The Tiny Town of Tardis (Ten x Rose)

When John Smith gets stranded in the small town of Tardis, he meets the daughter of a bed and breakfast owner that is much more than she seems to be. He finds he might not mind if he doesn’t make it to his business meeting before Christmas after all.

Chapter 2/?

Chapter 1

Read it on AO3 here!

Rose tried not to think about John Smith for the rest of the day. Her life had never been terribly romantic, and for some reason, a man from the city stumbling into her diner just hadn’t really done it for her. She hadn’t really dated for awhile, and a man was a man, so she wasn't even sure she wanted someone. In fact, she felt that maybe it was best if she stayed far enough away from this man that she wouldn’t even think about thinking about him. He’d be gone in a few days and they could all go back to their very boring lives.

All day, people had talked about him. Wilf and Jack had spread the news like wildfire, and people kept asking Rose about it.

“I don’t know,” she’d said, “We hardly talked.”

For the rest of her shift, she deflected questions about John Smith, and did quite well until the end of her shift, when she and Jack were closing up.

“So, that guy that came in here today-”

“What about him?” Rose asked, giving Jack a look that said she would rather not talk about it, but she didn’t think he got the picture, since he was just grinning at her like a little boy on Christmas.

“He was good looking,” Jack said casually. “I just think that maybe you should… Maybe check that out.” Rose scowled at him. “Jack, I hardly have time for anything as useless as dating. Remember, I don’t want to stay here my whole life.”

“And neither does he, it looks like he’s just gonna be here for a few days.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Well, I doubt we’ll be going to the same place. We’re not going to be friends once he leaves or anything. I’m not looking forward to some entitled business man from the city coming in here and stealing everyone’s attention from the town right before Christmas. We still have the town Christmas party coming up, and, just... “ She shook her head, “I don’t want him to ruin it.”

“I don’t think he’ll ruin it,” Jack said, leaning his elbow against the counter. “He could be… An asset? He might have some money, could have something to give to the town.”

“I don’t want to be dependant on him,” Rose said. “And we don’t need to talk about this. Mickey will put him up some place for the night, and then we won’t have to worry about him anymore. What do you think?”

Jack shrugged, “He might be worth worrying about. He seemed unattached.”

“What does that have to do with anything? Haven’t I said before that I’m not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Well, you could be. I’m sure every man in this town under the age of forty has thought about dating you, or-”

“Jack!” She laughed and threw a rag at him. “You’re being completely ridiculous. Obviously not every man,” she said, “Some of them are married.”

“And you are very attractive.”

“So you think I should go and seduce some guy from the city who’s going to leave after a day or something? Who might actually be gone now?”

“He’s probably not gone,” Jack said, “If he got a rental car to pass through here, it’s horrible. You know the rental place that’s closest to here gives out bad cars, people get stranded here all the time.”

“I know,” Rose said, “But maybe he got lucky and it’s something with the oil or something,” she shrugged. “Mickey’s really good, you know.”

“Obviously Mickey is very good at what he does, but he’s not the best at everything,” Jack pointed out, “Maybe whatever’s wrong with John’s car is something Mickey isn’t familiar with.”

Rose narrowed her eyes at him. “Jack Harkness, you had better not be playing matchmaker. That’s not fair.” Jack simply winked at her and put on his best pinball grin. “Oh, honey, don’t worry about that. The match made itself when he walked in here.”

Rose rolled her eyes and decided not to dignify that particular comment with a response. It would only encourage him.

It felt like a very long time between her closing up the diner and heading to her mum’s house. She had transformed the large home into a bed and breakfast after Rose’s father died, saying it was too big for just the two of them, and so Rose had met lots of interesting people who passed through during her childhood. So when there were signs of someone being in her home when she entered, she couldn’t say she was surprised.

She locked the front door behind her and peered behind the front desk. Her mum usually sat there doing paperwork. Rose frowned. “Mum?”

“She’s upstairs,” said a voice from her living room, and Rose narrowed her eyes. She knew that voice, and she had hoped very much that that voice would not be in her house. She clenched and unclenched her fists, calming herself and telling her that she knew she was being a little ridiculous with her anger at this man. Just because she wasn’t used to change didn’t mean that she had to take it out on him.

“John Smith,” She said, finally entering the living room and shucking her coat. There he was, sitting on her couch in his dress shirt rolled to the elbows, suit trousers, and trainers. He had glasses perched on the edge of his nose and was reading a book. He removed his glasses upon her entrance.

“Nice to see you, Miss Tyler,” he said, grinning, “Apparently, I will be here for the next three days. My car is completely broken down, looks like I rented a lump of junk.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “The way you were acting when we met earlier today, I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me.” He leaned back on the couch. “I’m sorry my first impression on you made you so upset.”

She shook her head, not wanting to look at him. “Um, no, you didn’t make me upset, it’s just that usually we don’t have frantic visitors to the diner, you know?”

“I suppose you wouldn’t,” he said, chuckling in what she wanted to call nervousness. He ran his hand through his hair and dropped his hand to his side. “Well, I should have been a bit calmer about it. I just have somewhere to be.”

“Somewhere drastically important, I suspect,” Rose said, almost sarcastically.

He nodded. “A business meeting.”

She frowned, “But Christmas is next week, aren’t you going to… I dunno, visit family, or something?”

“No. I wish that’s what I was doing, though.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little at that. “Who would you be staying with?”

“My sister,” he said, “Her family. Her husband and two kids.”

Rose sat on the armchair across from him. “And you can’t go because-”

“I’ll be traveling back home over Christmas Eve and day,” he said softly. “No way I can get home in time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Should make you hate me a little less.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Christmas has always been the same around here. I’m kind of scared that you’ll…”

“Ruin it?”

“No, change it.”

“Change isn’t always a bad thing, Miss Tyler.”

“You don’t have to call me that.”

“Oh, sorry. Is it a ‘mrs’ or something?”

“No, God no,” She leaned back in the chair. “Haven’t had a boyfriend, since… God, high school.”

He hummed in the back of his throat, fingering one of the pages in his book. “Can’t imagine why.”

She chuckled a little. “Shut it. I could be the nicest person in the world for all you know.”

“But I don’t,” He said, closing his book with a quiet ‘thunk’. “Maybe we should start over? You could show me the town, since I’m going to be here for awhile.”

She blew out her cheeks and nodded, having trouble looking at him but making herself do it. “I think that might be best,” she admitted. “I’ll try not to snap at you too much.”

He grinned. “I think that might just be part of your personality.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “And what gives you that impression?”

“I’m a businessman, my job is to read people.”

“What are you planning to sell me?” She teased.

“Nothing,” he replied, shrugging a little. He looked at her a little more closely then. “Oh,” he laughed, “You were kidding, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” She laughed, and looked up at the clock above the fireplace. She pushed herself out of the chair and looked down into his face, which was now expectant, as though he was waiting on her to say something.

“I’m, um, going to go on up to bed then. Had a long shift today, I’m exhausted.” She gestured uselessly with one hand.

“Do you work tomorrow, then?” He asked casually, opening up his book again.

“No,” Rose said, shaking her head, “I don’t really work that much, two or three days a week at the most.”

“Why not? You seem very responsible.” “Published a couple books. Don’t really need to work that much.” She shrugged. “I mostly work at the diner as something to do, so I don’t go spare just sitting around.”

John leaned forwards, looking at her a little more intently. “What did you write about?” He asked, his eyes glinting with excitement.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She got to her feet. “You can call me Rose, by the way. I suppose we should try to get along if you’re going to stay in my house.”

“I would have to agree,” John said, nodding. “And you can call me John.”

“Lovely. Goodnight, John.”

“Goodnight, Rose.” He went back to his book but then sat straight up again. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“Would you show me around town tomorrow?” He asked. “Might keep my mind off my car, and how my boss is most likely going to kill me.”

Rose wrung her hands, trying not to look uncomfortable but having a feeling that she was failing. “Sure, if you’d like.”

“Brilliant! Thank you.”

She smiled and left then, walking up the stairs. She passed her mum’s room, knocking to let her know she was home, and passed the room she knew would be lent to John before opening the door to her room.

Since she was planning on leaving again, there wasn’t a lot on the walls. It was all very plain, with cream walls and carpet. The only thing that was really ‘hers’ was the bedspread, bright pink and quite happy, if Rose did say so herself. Obviously her things were in the room, but it never felt like home, like it did when she was little.

This wasn’t her house anymore, she realized. She didn’t know where her home was, but it wasn’t in this little town. But she couldn’t leave yet. She wasn’t ready. She’d already seen parts of the world, but there was definitely more, and she wanted to know what it was.

Sighing heavily, she changed into her pajamas, thinking about what she was supposed to do with John Smith in the morning. There wasn’t a lot to see around the town, so she’d have to introduce him to people, which she really didn’t want to do. All the women would be charmed by him, and the older people would ask him all about his life in the city.

Well, she thought, maybe that way she could pass him off. She wouldn’t have to babysit him the whole time he stayed in town, not that she was planning to.

She locked the door to her bedroom, as her mother always instructed her to do when they had company, and padded over to her bed. She was exhausted all of a sudden as she crawled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. She watched the angry red numbers of her digital clock for a few minutes, but nothing could stop her from falling asleep quickly, taking her at top speeds to the next morning.

#ray lu #ray lu writes fic #raylu writes fic #raylu ten x rose #ten x rose #tenrose #tenxrose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #fanfic writing

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