#and once to go to lunch during which i called my ex and asked if she could help me download an emulator

[nobodynose36]

me when i like game so much i have to isolate myself from society to appriciate 🔥🔥🔥

[engie-ivy]

Merry Christmas everyone!🎄

1365 words.

“Well, I've never decided that I wanted to stop seeing him!” Hope says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “That he's no longer a part of your life doesn't mean he should no longer be a part of mine.”

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

Wonderful Once Upon a Time

Make It To Christmas - Alessia Cara

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?”

Hope Lupin freezes from where she had been sneaking into the house. No, not sneaking. It's her own house after all. Just walking. Inconspicuously. Without making any sound. Trying to not get noticed.

The last part clearly didn't work, as Remus is sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed over his chest, giving his mother a stern, but also slightly smug, look.

“Remus!” Hope says, just a tad too high-pitched. “Oh my, you startled me.” She lets out a very unconvincing laugh.

Remus just arches an eyebrow. “Where have you been?”

“Oh,” Hope says, trying (and most likely failing) to sound casual. “I was just visiting your auntie Joy.”

“Is that so?” Remus asks slowly.”How strange. Auntie Joy called about an hour ago to tell you she isn't making the Christmas pudding this year. Now, why would she call here to talk to you while you're over there?”

Hope makes an awkward chuckling sound. “Did I say aunt Joy? Silly me, I meant aunt Faith!”

“Oh,” Remus says in a light voice that really should've alarmed her. “How did you like her big Christmas tree?”

“Oh, yes, it's lovely, very lovely,” Hope replies quickly.

“Ahha!” Remus points his finger at her. “Auntie Faith doesn't have a Christmas tree this year, as she's afraid the cat is going to climb it.”

Hope curses inwardly as Remus gets up from his chair and walks over to her, looking at her intently. Hope tries not to squirm under his gaze.

“I ask you again,” Remus says emphatically. “Where have you been?”

Before Hope can answer, Remus’ gaze shifts down for a moment and he notices the package in Hope's bag. His eyes narrow. “Are those… Rosemerta’s cookies?”

Damn Rosemerta for always giving Hope some cookies to take home, and damn herself for being too weak to resist!

“You've had lunch at The Three Balls of Holly,” Remus concludes. Then his eyes widen in shock. “Mother,” he hisses. “Are you having an affair?”

“Yes,” Hope immediately says. “You've caught me. I was out on a clandestine rendez-vous with my secret lover behind your father's back!”

Remus stares at her for a moment and then shakes his head. “Okay, so it's clearly not that. Now tell me where you really were.”

Hope gives up, and decides to come clean. She sighs in defeat. “I was out for lunch with Sirius.”

“What?!” Remus gasps.

“Well, I've never decided that I wanted to stop seeing him!” Hope says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “That he's no longer a part of your life doesn't mean he should no longer be a part of mine.”

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

“Come on, darling,” Hope says appeasingly. “You know I've always been very fond of the boy.”

Remus doesn't look the slightest bit appeased.

Hope makes herself a cup of tea, with Remus sitting back down at the kitchen table, with a sour look on his face, moping. She sits down across from him and stirs her tea, waiting patiently.

She doesn't have to wait long.

“So,” Remus eventually says reluctantly. “Sirius is back in town, huh?”

“He is,” Hope only replies.

Remus groans in frustration, and forces the next words out. “How was he?”

“Good,” Hope decides to stop teasing him and starts to talk. “He finished art school before the summer, and then spent some months working in New York, building a clientèle, before only recently coming back to town. He seemed well. Still very handsome.” She takes a sip from her tea before adding “And still single.”

“Mum!” Remus warns.

Another silence falls, during which Hope, again, waits patiently.

“Did he…” Remus begins hesitantly after a moment. “Did he say anything about me?”

Hope looks at her son fondly. “Darling, do you really think that Sirius could go and have lunch with your mother and not talk about you?” She giggles. “I was teasing the poor dear-” maybe she does that a bit too often, now that she thinks about it “-and I started telling him all about your father's bad knee, to see how long he would last. He made it an impressive five minutes, before blurting out ‘how's Remus?’ right in the middle of my sentence.” She shakes her head, smiling. “When I told him you now work at the local school, he said he could easily imagine you as a teacher.”

Remus also smiles. “Just like I can easily imagine him in his own art studio, surrounded by his paintings.”

“Oh,” Hope says. “I didn't tell you! You know Mr Kettleburn’s old cottage, in the woods at the edge of town? The one that hasn't been used in almost a year? Well, Sirius bought it! He's going to turn it into his workplace, a calming place for him to paint. Of course our town doesn't quite have the art scene New York has, or much of a market to sell art, but Sirius says he just doesn't feel the inspiration he feels here when he's in the city. He hopes that with the name he has already made and the clientèle he has already built, he'll be able to sell his paintings from here.”

Remus stares at her. “Huh. So Sirius is staying in town.”

Hope tilts her head. “Does that surprise you?”

Remus shrugs. “I guess I just always thought he would either accept that job as Creative Director at his family's company and travel the world meeting interesting, important people, or open up some fancy art gallery in some trendy, artsy neighborhood in New York, or maybe travel to all the major art capitals of the world showcasing his work… I always thought that this small town simply wouldn't be enough for him.”

“Sirius has always been very clear about that,” Hope says gently. “He has always told you that he loves this place, that it feels like home. That this town, his paintings, you, are all he needs.”

“Yeah,” Remus says. “But I always thought he was just saying that, y’know? I was…"

“You were listening to your own fears and anxieties, instead of listening to him,” Hope finishes for him.

Remus rubs his temples. “I really fucked up when it comes to Sirius, didn't I?”

Hope purses her lips. “I certainly wouldn't use that language,” she says. “But yes, I do believe the way you pushed Sirius away was a mistake. But,” she adds in a softer tone. “Sometimes mistakes can be fixed.”

“Right,” Remus says bitterly, averting his eyes. “Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again after what I did to him.”

Hope holds back a groan of frustration.

Like Sirius would ever want to stay in a place like this. Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again.

“Well,” she says coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you still haven't learned your lesson about deciding for Sirius what he does and does not want based on your own insecurities rather than talking to him and listening to what he's actually saying, then yes, it's better if you just leave the poor boy alone.”

Remus closes his eyes for a moment. “I really am doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. I just…"

“He really misses you, Remus,” Hope says, reaching out and taking her son’s hand. “And I know you miss him too. Sweetheart, everybody makes mistakes, and that's okay.” She squeezes his hand. “Especially if you learn from those mistakes and don't make the same mistakes twice.”

Remus gives her a small smile. “I suppose I could talk to him some time. Especially now that he's gonna be around for the foreseeable future.”

Hope smiles back at him. “That's good to hear, darling.” She gets up from her chair, places her cup in the sink, and walks over to the kitchen door, before turning around in the door opening and adding “Because I invited him over for Christmas brunch tomorrow.”

Remus jerks his head up and stares at her wide-eyed. “Mum!”

“Now excuse me,” Hope smiles innocently. “I've gotta go hang up some more mistletoe.”

“MUM!”

[the-golden-vanity]

I've already heard of at least a few of the stories you mentioned from your time aboard the Pride of Baltimore (I think), but I'm very intrigued by the mention of the nightmare guest?

Oh.

GOD.

(Long post incoming)

So this guy was a retired ex-navy guy, and he'd signed up both to go on the transit up the coast, and on the transit home, because of his belief in "symmetry and balance." He sure loved to hear himself talk. Mostly about himself, or things he was interested in that weren't necessarily things other people were interested in. If the person he was talking to moved away, he would keep on talking. He walked around constantly in swim trunks, or even just his underwear.

So far, so annoying, but not any worse than your standard annoying guy, right?

Shipmates, it gets worse.

We were delayed a day getting out of port due to a tropical storm, but once we got going, this man's complaints started. Mainly, that he couldn't sleep because the timbers of the boat were creaking. He said it was louder than the Navy rifle ranges, and that he was now "on strike" and would no longer be doing any guest crew activities. (It was not louder than a Navy rifle range. It was normal boat noises.)

...sir, this is a wooden ship. The timbers are going to creak. You should have known this when you signed up.

Anyway, old man yells at cloud, whatever, but one afternoon during the trip, my watchmates and I are on deck, and we see this man emerge from the main hatchway, in his swim trunks, and open the engine room hatch. NO ONE should be going through that hatch except the chief engineer and whichever crew/guest crew members are doing boat checks, and since he wasn't on watch, we had no idea what he was doing. He reaches in, pulls out a pair of the noise-canceling headphones that hang on the engine room ladder for use in the engine room when the engines are on, and heads back down the main hatchway to his berth. All of us hanging out by the helm just kind of look at each other and shrug.

(I wasn't around for this part, but the chief engineer told me later that when she realized the headphones were missing and went to ask him for them back, he went ballistic on her, threatened to call OSHA on the ship, blamed her for all the noises, and threatened vandalism. Lovely.)

Anyway, fast forward about 12 hours, I'm on watch again! One of my watchmates offers to go below and get us some snacks. On this particular vessel, snacks are stored under the captain's seat (aka the "snack settee") at the head of the mess table. But my watchmate comes up empty-handed, and tells us that one of the guests (guess which one) is currently passed out on the snack settee, which we all think is really weird, but we don't want to be the people to wake him up.

WELL.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, after we'd been relieved on watch and fallen back into our bunks asleep, the captain found this man pissing himself and projectile vomiting all over his berth and the main salon. I woke up for lunch (0-4 and 12-16 watch, eyyyy) to find the captain sitting on the floor with this man, who is bemoaning everything that led him to this, and the trash bags full of all his piss and vomit-covered belongings. Right before I go up for watch, I'm asked if this man's former bunkmate, another Boat Owning Old Guy, can berth with me instead, so I say, "yeah, sure," because what else could I do? I wouldn't want to stay in a berth where all of that had happened, either.

Anyway, after this, nightmare guest doesn't interact much with the rest of us, which is honestly... fine, but the real kicker comes after a fast transit and an unfavorable wind to our eventual destination, which results in us spending a two nights in the delightful queer resort town of Provincetown. On our second night, mindful that we're going to be mustering all hands to sail out at 5 AM, I come back to the ship at around midnight, and get a text from the first mate asking if I've seen the nightmare guest, since now that I'm back he's the only one missing. I tell her I haven't seen him since lunch, since that's true. My now-bunkmate is still up, so I ask him. He says he and two other Boat Owning Old Guys (including the nightmare guest) had gone to a country music bar, and when he and one guy left, the nightmare guest didn't want to go. As I drift off to sleep, I notice the captain and the first mate taking turns checking the main salon, checking up on deck, seeing if he's shown up without their noticing. No luck.

Well, 5 AM rolls around, we're about to take down the gangway, pull in the hawsers, and leave, but the nightmare guest still hasn't returned to the ship. The captain and the first mate are openly talking about leaving him behind. And then they get a call: he's in the drunk tank at the local jail. He apparently stayed at the bar where the other guests had left him until closing time, and then was too intoxicated to leave under his own power, so they had to take him to jail to sleep it off.

...Anyway, he had to be informed that he was not going to be making the return journey with the ship, and would have to find his own way back home. I'm not sorry to have seen the last of him.

[insuke69]

/|MILES 42 HEADCANNONS P3 |\

My god, uh- part three but this is before y'all get together

DIFFERENT POVS AHSHDJ Warnings; Miles doin a little prowler stuff, Just description of someone who was beaten.

(So, there's gonna be if he asks you out/crushes on you first, we both know damn well you wouldn't do shit if you liked him and he were real.)

implied female reader :[

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When Miles was crushing..:

-He'd draw you, like- during lunch if you're done eating and just laughing with friends he draws you sitting and with your smile

If you don't hang out with anyone during lunch then he'd draw you as you sat by yourself with a calm neutral expression while you did your own thing.

-Bold mf yet shy. He'd ask what you're doing and act all smug and confident but as soon as y'all stop interacting he'd over think his every line

did she actually like that joke? she looked upset, wait- was she? why didn't I ask what was wrong?

etc.

-He was always himself around you, yet toned it down when he didn't know exactly how you'd react to him.

-when y'all had your first date, this man is a gentlemen and picked you up in his motorcycle, (yes I declare he has a motorcycle.) He called you gorgeous in every way possible along with more flirty or bold lines

"Damn, If I knew you were this fine than I would've dressed up more myself."

"jealous of your belt, my hands would feel better on your hips."

he was always hella smooth with it too.

-he first asked for your number and he texted so politely for a good first impression. "Hey, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner with me sometime?"

"Alright, perfect. see you then 😗"

but a lil after y'all actually date he just ..is.

"When did yo say the daye was"

"?"

"Date*"

"You*"

he's a fast typer.

-Hated seeing you talk to other guys when he was just crushing on you, mostly pissed at himself for not growing a pair and asking you out though.

okay this is just a scenario I cannot stop thinking about once I said that:

you were freshly broken up with your cheating boyfriend- well, you were never labeled but he made you seriously think it was exclusive and that'd piss you off beyond belief, Miles was the perfect shoulder to cry on. Never once did he make a move on you during that time. "That prick said he didn't care for labels but got a public girlfriend after 4 months of being with me!" You mumble out with small tears of frustration pooling in your eyes, your vision was blurred a bit so you couldn't see Miles reaction. He was seething.

how could a guy just use and fuck with you like that? He doesn't deserve to even be treated as a man, much less a person.. But Miles simply comforted you in that moment and reminded you how it was to be cared for platonically, or at least that's how he showed it. The next day? your 'ex' was nowhere to be found, the day after that: he went to school battered and bruised, broken nose, black eye, limping and bandaged everywhere. He told everyone that he was just chilling out in an alleyway by his house and some rando with a purple dark mask and metal gauntlet kind-of-thing just attacked him. weird. Vague coincidence that Miles' knuckles are bruised and he visibly bites back a grin as he hears your ex talk about it. what helped most was that when you told his girlfriend about what your ex did to you, she dumped him and told everyone exactly why, which made him lose any pity he could have gotten.

-Was terrified to tell you he was prowler, never knew how you'd actually react. THATS IT OMFG IDK- DO I MAKE A P4?!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 12 thoughts

another episode that had me. STRESSED. OUT.

first of all... the episode being about an irish guy who sets the british aristocracy on fire... the insensitivity there is fascinating. the 90's really were a time, huh?

second of all this phoebe is very pretty and very bold to kiss mulder right in front of scully. i was shocked. and it kept getting more and more shocking! (shoutout to scully for averting her gaze when they kissed. a respectful coworker!)

and the whispered "she hates me" from phoebe and tiny waves goodbye while otherwise entirely ignoring scully's presence... yeah this is sick psychological torment

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! he's terrified of fire! and this ex wants to get him involved on an arson case! what could go wrong? (seriously though why does he want to do this. why wasn't there another person who could take this case. i'm seeing no appeal to getting involved)

AND he leaves scully to go attend to this nonsense. betrayal.

! FURTHER MULDER LORE REVEAL ! the two broke up because she cheated on him which is revealed in the same breath as the fact that they hooked up on arthur conan doyle's grave. i will be doing my best to not psychoanalyze that and then failing. how can i look him in the eye with this knowledge.

(i think they're going for a sherlock-irene parallel here but counterpoint: i don't like it)

<3 <3 <3 scully in glasses... think my heart skipped a beat <3 <3 <3

this whole thing was soooo sick and twisted. when phoebe said "i've booked a hotel for the night" (cut to mulder in deep distress) that was evil

(also scully calling and saying she had something important and he completely blew her off... only for her to show up anyway... queen shit she literally said idgaf i'll solve ur case for you dumbass)

i'd actually like to copy out what i wrote in my notes verbatim for this next part:

"Mulder in a suit Phoebe in a backless dress. Tension is palpable oh they're dancing. SCULLY WALKED IN ON YHAT WJAT THEBHELL OH THEYREKISSING WHAT THE HELL OH SHW'S ROLLING HER EYESAT THIS OH SHE JUMPED IN"

i think that speaks for itself

but in case it DOESN'T: scully pacing outside watching them dance and kiss was distressing to me. i will reblog many gifs of this when i find them eventually. free her from this situation y'all she did NOT deserve it. luckily a fire provided an excuse to make her presence known.

when mulder was scared to go into the fire and then he passed out and then he pushed scully's hand away while she was shifting into Doctor Mode... nearly screamed. he resists the tenderness offered to him.

and then cutscene to him waking up in bed shirtless and she's there offering him water! phoebe brings him into this fire- his worst fear- and the symbolism of scully bringing him WATER!

and YET the first thing he does is: ASK FOR PHOEBE! MULDER I CANNOT KEEP MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOU (phoebe once again entirely ignores scully beyond a quick goodbye the commitment to pettiness is remarkable)

then he shows up to save the family from being lit on fire and phoebe is kissing the dad. muldershockedpikachuface.jpg (was anyone surprised. raise ur hand if u saw this coming)

but he jumped into the fire to go save the children!!! because he needs to be a hero and conquer his fears!!

i think scully had a very raw end of the deal this episode and when she knocked on his door pretending to be phoebe and asked in a british accent if he was going to buy her lunch. well. she had a good spirit about the whole thing. it's important for her to be mean to him sometimes.

during this episode i fell victim to exactly what i knew the screenwriters were doing, purposefully provoking anger in the viewer through an outrageous ex that also served as character exposition in revealing mulder's background. but once again this episode proves that dana scully deserves the world for putting up with this nonsense and somehow still choosing to have a positive attitude. give her a raise and a vacation.

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Hayden Christensen warms your day up.

Warnings: none, light, short reading.

***

Here you are again. You have all that you want: a good job, good paycheck, but not a domestic stability. Your family, in spite of you being an adult woman capable of looking after yourself, keeps meddling in your life and always says things aimed to hurt you.

Who cares whether you are peaceful, gentle, good hearted? Who would remember the sacrifices done throughout these years to them? Should it really surprise anyone at all that you are trying to be unreachable?

You’ve had a huge fight with your grandparents. They are difficult to handle most of times, they don’t make your life easy… even if they don’t live with you anymore, but this weekend you paid them a visit and they hurt you badly.

Still under the effect of these old wounds, you opt to isolate yourself at home. It’s when Hayden comes at you. Your long time celebrity friend has been wondering why you haven’t been picking up his calls, wondering about your whereabouts.

On this Saturday, though, you are going to get a pleasantly surprise. Hayden decides to come to your apartment and check on you himself.

“Frankly, my dear Y/N, I do give a damn.”

Such are his thoughts when rewinding at the back of his mind the gleeful way you often lead your life, or how you helped him throughout his divorce, often there for him when you needed.

As Hayden prepares to drive all the way to meet you, he recollects the times you made him laugh when he was heartbroken due to a misunderstanding that led his ex wife ask for divorce; or even before, when you cheered him up after the critics he got in “Revenge of the Sith”.

Your closest friend also remembers when you encouraged him to take back the role of Anakin Skywalked/Darth Vader, ever the enthusiast about “Star Wars.”

(“Seriously, H. No one does the Darth Vader thing better than you”, you told him then.

“I do not feel so inclined… I mean, don’t take me wrong but…”

“I will not, I will take you by Force.”)

A joke that brought him to laughters then….and makes him smile now. But for a while he could tell you’ve not been the same. There was sadness in your eyes, exhaustion showing in how you sighed… your smile faltered often, and he could tell you haven’t been yourself lately. Whenever he tried to inquire, you shooed him away.

Once this upset him, now he knows he should have never given you up—because you never quit him.

Now here he is, anxious to check on you. He doesn’t care whether you are sick or not, he’s going to be with you, to spend weekend with you.

Hayden Christensen is going to look after you… because he also comes to realize he came to love you.

***

Unbeknownst about it, you follow your routine. You have just taken a shower, so your hair is wet and you are dressing a black “Darth Vader” blouse and jeans shorts. You are about to have ice cream for lunch when the doorbell rings.

“Who the hell is here?”, you ask yourself out loud, not in the mood for interaction.

But every moaning dies when opening the door and seeing Hayden Christensen with a grave look on his face.

“Hayden!”, you exclaim, rather shocked for his unexpected visit. “What are you doing here?”

“We haven’t talked during these past four days. It is very atypical of you to go off like this”, says he, engulfing you in an embrace that makes you mewl deep inside. “I missed you, Y/Nickname.”

This isn’t how you expect to be greeted by a friend. When his strong arms engulf your petite frame in a warm embrace, your heart races and your mind goes blank. When breathing in his scent, your body chemistry is affected—an unfamiliar warmth clings onto your feminine parts in a way that has never affected you before. At least not where your friendship has been concerned.

Which makes you realize that there’s always been that question which you promptly avoided to ask: is friendship enough for you?

Sweeping away such thoughts, you rather focus in the delight his presence gives you.

“Well?”, says he, impatiently so when both of you reluctantly part of the other. “What’s your excuse?”

“I wasn’t being myself lately”, you admit, aware how pointless it would be to lie to him, not after his surprising visit. “I was just…”

You sigh before updating him about the recent events. You detest how family businesses affect you, and so suddenly you find yourself sitting in the couch with him by your side as you burst into tears.

This time roles are reversed and Hayden consoles you, not only patting your shoulders, but actually listening to what you have to say. And then he plays with your hair, delicately so, before making you look at him.

He can tell you are a mess, but this fragility you often kept to yourself. Thus it is meaningful how open you are to him, like he has been to yourself.

Indeed, what you two have is rare.

“You don’t have to shy away from me”, he helps wiping away your tears. “Come on, you have no right, not when you saw me at my worst.”

You have no right to protest it, your conscience already admonishes you for any attempt in doing it. So you nod your head and lean it against his shoulder, melting in his strong arms.

“I apologize for being proud”, you sigh heavily, feeling like he’s your home and he is, you know it. “I did not wish to trouble you.”

Hayden scoffs at your lame excuse and you chuckle at the sound of it. He’s not ready to admit it yet but when he lowers his gaze to meet yours, his heart stops lightly.

Oh.

“For the love of God, woman, when have you ever troubled me?! If you have, I would’ve told you somehow.” Pleased to make you smile, he adds: “I am staying this weekend.”

“Hayden!”, you blush, the first evidence of something that gives him hopes that perhaps his fondness is not entirely one side.

“What? You looked after me, now I should return the favour”, says he as a matter of factly. “I am not taking any no as answers.”

You don’t protest, specially because it does feel good to be finally looked after at least once. You are the one who tends others and always try to be strong.

As you nod, you delegate Hayden the control that used to be yours.

“What happened?”, he inquires as you two sit in the couch.

As he plays with your hair and you get comfortable with his presence in more than friendly acceptable ways, you tell him about your recent emotional distress.

He listens.

Attentively so.

And then… he lifts your chin, seeing sadness in these pretty y/c eyes of yours. His long fingers hold you still and you are paralyzed, mesmerized by how he denudes your soul.

Never before you felt so exposed.

Never before you felt… seen.

Understood.

“I need to apologize”, says he, breaking the spell, though he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.

“What for?”, so you question him, confused. “You’ve never done any wrongs to me, Hayden.”

“I’m afraid I have”, Hayden sighs before parting the gaze just to dive again in you. “I took more than enough time to realize I love you. I think I was afraid to admit it concerning all I’ve been through, as had you, but I cannot look away.”

You are shocked by his words and, as a result, your mind goes blank. Hayden waits as you process it, partly fearful for being misled into think you feel the same.

His heart starts to race faster when you lean into him with a sweet smile on your lips.

“You are my sunshine and you make me happy when skies are grey”, you translate your thoughts in such a famous lyric before holding him near and kissing him gently.

Every doubt dies at this very moment, when peace moves away the last reminiscences of a long lasting storm.

So there you two remain, locking lips, locking hands with interwoven hearts.

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Do you perhaps want to info dump about your DSMP superpower AU?

Totally not asking to procrastinate on literally writing my own. Nah. I don’t even know what procrastination is.

SKLFDJSJHDJFLH INFODUMPING ABOUT MY AU? ALWAYS. I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

Okay so! Where should I start? *rubs hands like that one evil toddler cousin on Christmas*

The background setting!

So the fic already has a name, but I'm keeping it AND the MC secret as a lil surprise for when the fic is eventually published. All I will say about it is, it's not Tommy. *gasp*

Tommy does appear though, so I'll start there to avoid detection I think.

He works at the bakery(yes, it's owned by Niki Nihachu), which is right around the corner from the hero headquarters. So heroes are always stopping by for baked goods, especially since Niki's girlfriend, Puffy, has a son who's one of the top heroes, and he told all his friends about how good the bakery is.

And, of course, true to all the clichés, Tommy and his two roommates work as vigilantes. They don't work only at night, though. They work at lunchtime as well, since they all get an hour of lunch break & a lot of villains are out and about around that time. Counterintuitive, but then again, there are a lot of people in the streets to nab as hostages, and some villains actively seek out heroes to fight anyway. Like Redrum, known as the sharp-clawed, since he's apparently a catshifter (or general shapeshifter, who knows) who goes around stabbing heroes.

Tubbo works at the mechanics, his boss is retired hero/hero trainer Sam Dude(known as Warden during his time)! Sam retired among controversy though, because of issues surrounding the Hero HQ's former resident healer/ex-licensed hero, Lemon Balm. Tubbo couldn't care less though, Sam's nice and lets him take spare parts home for inventing(read: making vigilante gadgets).

Ranboo helps out at the local library, with Technoblade(last name unknown) as his boss! They're also the first out of the vigilante team Bench Trio to find out that Techno is the Blood God, one of the most popular vigilantes currently active, and one half of the elusive Emerald Duo.

Phil runs a bird shelter, and when he's out as the Angel of Death, he sometimes lets the crows from the shelter follow him around!

Kristin is a hero-turned-vigilante, formerly Miss Trixtin, currently the Goddess of Death. She's a bit busy with her day job atm though so she's taking a bit of a break from her vigilante job.

Wilbur is their son who left home after an argument about vigilantism not helping reform the corrupt hero system. He's a villain called Silver Tongue now. He keeps stealing important stuff from the Hero HQ with Fundy. He gets pretty close with Tommy after regularly visiting his (adoptive) son's workplace :D

Bench Trio's vigilante names are Aerie(Tommy- telekinesis + singing to plants to make them grow), Bee Bomb(Tubbo- honey colored explosive energy balls & metal manipulation), and Endgame(Ranboo- teleportation & compression, plus they can bite through anything)!

(Double powers are uncommon but not too rare, triple powers are EXTREMELY rare.)

Tommy's bakery coworkers are Fundy Soot(villain- helps his adoptive father, Wilbur, on his little outings. Ability to go unnoticed by everyone and anyone. It works on technology as well. He's also a general shapeshifter in theory, but he can't transform into animals bigger than a fox.), Badboy Halo(civillian- he can make red vines grow out of the ground! This saved Skeppy's butt once, cuz they used to live in the same neighborhood & went to the same schools, and one time Skeppy fell off the flagpole of the middle school. Bad's vines caught him midair.), and later on Ant Frost(🤫).

Niki herself is actually a former hero who resigned, she got too much hate about her power(copying others' powers for a short while). Puffy, who was her partner, retired a few years later, since she'd decided to adopt the orphan boy who had applied for the hero training program, and she'd need more money than she was making as a hero who had lost most of her popularity. She became a therapist, and fully supported her new son Foolish throughout his hero training!

Puffy and Niki never really talked about their relationship, but since Puffy's power is reading minds & emotions, and Niki can copy her power, they didn't have to. One day they just started telling people they were taken, and that was that.

Foolish is a popular hero who can call up storms & has the additional power of building anything in the blink of an eye! His partner(both work AND romantic) is Eret, who can control people's actions if they catch sight of her glowing white eyes. Their hero names are the Golden Shark and Monarch respectively.

Tina is also a hero, she graduated the hero training program with Foolish, but her powers(always landing on her feet when she falls, enhanced senses including night vision, and stealth) coincide too much with the top hero, Dream(can't get hurt from falling, slowing down time to give himself time to think, some enhanced agility), and she didn't get very popular. This will soon change though, Tina is the GOAT and everyone will know it.

Speaking of Tina, Hannah Rose the retired hero! She runs a flower shop! She retired after one of her wings was ripped during a fight, the physical therapy took a while and her popularity dropped like a stone. She realized how unfair the hero system was to unpopular heroes and decided to retire. Her wings still haven't recovered, her flight balance is too off for her to even consider flying more than a few feet off the ground, and more than a few seconds.

Las Nevadas! Quackity! He's one of the rare triple powered people! Golden duck wings, can manipulate card-shaped objects(a form of telekinesis), and has the ability to control odds(only if he's aware of all the variables though. It won't work very well if there are unknown factors).

Charlie! May be an elder god, may be the devil, who knows! He can turn into green slime, create green slime(with various properties), and additionally, knows everything about everyone. Nobody actually knows if this is a power or not, but it's certainly terrifying paired with his cheerful, optimistic personality.

Purpled! His skin is basically invincible, fireproof, acidproof, poisonproof, you name it. He also has perfect aim, which is very handy since he's an assassin. His sibling Punz is also an assassin, but they has flight trajectory manipulation and his eyes can zoom in on anything.

Skeppy. He's not part of the mafia, but he might as well be becuase he's literally always there. Nobody knows how he does it. But. He. Is. Always. There. He can summon diamonds though so nobody's complaining😊 lol

(But seriously, he's also fun to hang out with and plan pranks with. The mafia world is full of people who want something from you/have ulterior motives, and it's nice to hang out with someone who doesn't want anything from you other than keeping him company and talking with him.)

Sam, Foolish and Punz are friends! Sam suspects Punz is mafia but keeps quiet about it(he isn't about to make the same mistake as last time), Foolish is oblivious. Punz loves his homies, but is stressed bc Foolish has a v strict moral code and would not be happy if he finds out Punz is mafia.

Uhhh who have I not talked about, KARLNAP. Sapnap was a vigilante(he failed the training program interview) who quickly got recruited by the heroes, Karl was the same but a while later! Sapnap got patrols with Dream and GeorgeNotFound(all three go by their actual names as heroes, though Sapnap's vigilante name was Flame) and immediately gained a huge following(besides his fans from his vigilante days), but Karl(a.k.a. Timekeeper) wasn't that well-known even as a vigilante. He didn't give up though, and trained extremely hard every day. Then one day Sapnap saw him in the training area and got an instant crush. They talked, Sapnap began asking to be paired with Karl for duo patrols, they started dating, and now they're both famous & known as the ultimate power couple :3

Hmm, it feels kinda anticlimactic to end like this, so have a codename compilation!

Tommy- Aerie(place to rest suspended in the air. Tommy can float things in the air so I thought the name fit.)

Tubbo- Bee Bomb(Bee Bombs are wildflower seed balls that you leave out in the garden/in pots to grow wildflowers. I thought Tubbo would like the name, since his energy balls are supposed to smell sweet like wildflower honey.)

Ranboo- Endgame(They're so overpowered with their teleportation and compression that Tommy and Tubbo insisted his appearance alone would signal the beginning of the endgame. Nicknamed Ender.)

Technoblade- the Blood God(obviously.)

Philza- the Angel of Death(also obviously.)

Wilbur- Silver Tongue(for his silver tongue.)

Fundy- either Nonexistent or Ghost, haven't really decided yet

Kristin- (formerly) Miss Trixtin, (currently) the Goddess of Death

Foolish- the Golden Shark

Tina- Carrot Cat

Eret- Monarch

Niki- (formerly) Copycat

Puffy- (formerly) Captain Puffy

Karl- Timekeeper

(Mafia Codename explanation here)

Quackity- Rey Club, King of Clubs

Purpled- Tyrian Spade

Punz- Lapis Lazuli Spade, Ace of Spades

Hannah- (formerly) Faerie, (currently) Bitterbriar Diamond

Skeppy- Adamant Heart(since he's always there anyway, they just gave him a codename.)

Charlie- Dresden Diamond, Jack of Diamonds

Ponk- Lemon Balm/Sorrento Heart(they still go by Lemon Balm as a vigilante)

Ant- Redrum

Eryn- Demon

Aimsey- Daisy(star and Eryn are villains who want to reform society as a whole by blowing up buildings. Only when they're empty tho cuz Aimsey doesn't want to kill ppl)

Velvet: Red Flag

Welp, that's all for now! If there's anything else you'd like to know, please feel free to ask further! I really enjoyed answering this, thank you so much for the ask! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

-Lilly xx

(P. S. Almost forgot; HBomb is the owner & sole employee of a cat café with a maid event on Saturdays.)

[medusapelagia]

Raisins and nuts

I 'm trying to stretch my Stommy's muscle so here it is a little something with a tiny touch of enemies to lovers if you squint. (I know… four fluffy fics in two weeks… who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore!!!)

written for @stommybang Prompt: Food/Cooking Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Tommy TW: none Words: 2273

Read it here or on AO3

Sometimes food is just food. It’s your body’s fuel. It’s a series of things you eat to keep yourself healthy and alive.

Other times food has a deeper meaning. It’s not the thing you’re eating, it’s the fact that someone cooked that thing for you, knowing that it's one of your favorites, without thinking about calories or nutrients.

Steve’s Nonna used to ask him what he wanted for lunch while he was having breakfast, and Steve always gave her a very annoyed reply, complaining that he couldn't think about lunch at that hour in the morning. Nonna Rosa never got offended, she used to nod quietly, pinching Steve's rosy cheeks, another really annoying habit of hers, and return to the kitchen where at least three boiling pots and pans were waiting for her.

Nonna loved him, and the only way she knew to express her feelings were Parmigiana, Crocché, and cheeks pinches, but Steve didn't understand that till the day she died and his parents started to hire nanny after nanny.

None of them ever asked Steve what he wanted for lunch, or even if he liked all the plates they cooked for him. They just make these flavorless but nutritious plates and give him raisins and nuts for a snack.

Everyone at school laughed at him and his raisins and nuts snack, but even if Steve tried to ask for some cereal for breakfast or a donut to eat during the break, the nanny of the month always denied him, condemning Steve to a life of raisins and nuts, hidden in the back of the cafeteria.

At least until Tommy moved.

Tommy H, as everyone called him to differentiate him from Tommy Bennet and Tommy Ramos, preceded Steve in the alphabetical order, which meant that Thomas Hagan Jr and Steve Harrington were destined to be friends, whether they liked it or not. 

Every time the teachers made them work in teams, Tommy and Steve were on the same team. When they had a school trip, Steve and Tommy were sitting side by side. Even during PE, their team was always the one with the boys whose surname started with the letter A to the ones whose surname started with L.

Even their houses were close, and Steve's nanny started to drive both boys to school and back.

One day Tommy's mom was busy, so she asked Lauren, Steve's new nanny, if she minded keeping an eye on both kids for a few hours, offering to pay for her services. Lauren, who was smart and knew perfectly well that both the kids were old enough not to cause too much trouble, immediately accepted and that was their first official playdate.

Once they became friends, Steve's snacks, usually made of raisins and nuts, finally transformed into every kind of snack Tommy had in his school bag. Whatever it was: chocolate, chips, crackers, or candy bars, they always shared them. And if Steve had a bad day, his parents didn’t call or he didn’t pass a test, Tommy was always ready to come to his place to cheer him up, bringing some snacks.

That's probably why, just a few hours after Nancy Wheeler dumped Steve in front of everyone, Tommy is at Steve's place, holding a six-pack.

Steve’s first instinct is to tell him to fuck off. Their friendship started to crumble since he fell in love with Nancy and he’s not in the mood to be morally beaten by his ex-best friend. They stare at each other in complete silence for a long moment, then Steve clenches his jaw and crosses his arms, ready to face Tommy’s attack.

"Are you here to gloat?” he snarls, “Because if it's so-"

"If it's so, what? Huh? Are you going to punch me in the face?" Tommy chuckles, leaning against the wall with the same self-confidence he always had. "Come on. Let me in." Tommy asks, pushing Steve out of the way.

The house is exactly as it always was: huge, cold, and empty. 

Tommy makes himself comfortable on the cream couch, grabs the television remote control, and puts his feet on the coffee table just to piss Steve off, giving him a bold stare, but Steve has already had an awful night, so he sits next to him, snatches a beer from the beer pack and puts his feet next to Tommy's. He cracks it open, not caring about the golden liquid that spills on the Persian rug.

"What happened?" Tommy inquires, picking a beer while in the background some fake laughs from the television fill the uncomfortable silence.

"Didn’t you see? Nancy dumped me."

"Why?" 

Steve is handsome and rich, no girl in her right mind would dump in. And surely not like that, in front of everyone.

"Because she's smart," Steve replies, gulping down the beer and throwing the can against the television like an angry old drunk.

"If she dumped you she's not that smart." Tommy simply states, sipping his own beer.

"What do you want, Tommy?" Steve asks, his eyes are red and puffy and he’s slouching on his mother's expensive couch like he has all the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Check on a friend?" Tommy replies, lifting an eyebrow.

This time Steve and the television laugh simultaneously.

"We're not friends anymore. And I saw you with Hargrove at Tina's party," he replies, snatching another beer.

"What, do you demand to be my only friend? Like when we were kids? Sorry to break it to you, Harrington, but you're the one who chose a girl instead of me."

"What about Carol? Huh?" Steve hisses, projecting all his venom into those words, trying to make Tommy bleed and retreat. But he doesn’t.

"We were a fucking trio, Steve. You, Carol, and I. We were invincible. Then you fell head over heels for Little Miss Perfect and everything went to hell." Tommy growls back, crushing the tin can in his hand.

It’s the truth. They were a trio. They were always together. Carol was the only constant in their life. Tommy and Steve fought and made peace so many times, but Carol was always there, popping a Big Babble annoyed and pushing their foreheads one against the other until they didn’t get into their thick skulls that they were best friends.

“I man up,” Steve replies, his stare pinned on the TV show to avoid looking at Tommy.

The light flickers and the television cracks for a moment. Power outages happen a lot in Hawkins, but Steve can’t avoid shivering in his seat looking at the wall with terror.

"You man up, huh?” Tommy mocks him, bumping a fit in Steve’s shoulder, then he adds, in a soft voice, “You ok?"

"I..." Steve rubs a hand through his hair, "I'm a bit nervous I guess." Steve lies. 

Monsters are gone, Steve reminds himself, they made sure of it. Still, every flickering light makes him jump.

"I got a couple of Musketeers.” Tommy says, fishing a couple of candy bars from his jacket, “I hope they're still your favorite because I had to beat a kid to get them." 

Steve lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Did you beat a kid for real?"

"Nah, but I scared the shit out of him." Tommy chuckles, while Steve unwraps the candy bar, breaks it in two, and gives half to Tommy. It’s a reflex. They always splitted everything.

"I have another one." Tommy reminds him, staring at the half-candy bar.

"I know."

Tommy snorts, and then he asks, "Do you remember when you used to come to school with those stupid raisins?" 

"Of course I do. I fucking hated them."

"I didn’t.” Tommy replies, biting his candy bar, “That's how we became friends. Real friends, you know? The kind of friends who can tell each other everything. The kind of friends that spend all the time together. That sleep in the same bed.” 

There was a time when Tommy and Steve experimented with one another. It was normal, they used to say to each other. If they were always the last ones to leave the lockers was just because they kept making pranks, not because they took advantage of those few minutes to steal a kiss or a rushed hand job against the sink.

For a moment, Steve stares at Tommy’s profile. The dim light of the television emphasizes all his freckles, the same freckles Steve tried to count so many times, only to lose count and start kissing his best friend. He turns his head toward the television, "We're too drunk for his kind of discourse."

"We're the perfect amount of drunk for this kind of discourse," Tommy replies, turning toward him. Their legs are so closed that Steve can feel the warmth of Tommy’s leg against his and the stare he’s giving him leaves no space for misunderstandings.

"I had a girlfriend, Tommy. And she dumped me." Steve reminds him while he drinks his beer.

"I have a girlfriend too. But I'm here. We're here. Eating candy bars and drinking beer. And I'm wondering… Do you miss it? The intimacy we used to have?"

“It’s not… I like girls ok? I like boobs and-”

“I like both.” Tommy simply states, taking a last bite of candy, “I like both. Women and men.”

“So Carol…”

“She knows. And she’s the one that kicked my ass and told me to come here. That this could have been my chance.”

“Your chance to do what?”

“This.” Tommy’s hand moves to the back of Steve’s head, getting them closer enough that they are sharing the same air. Steve’s warm puffs of breath hit Tommy’s lips when he stalls for a moment to give him the time to pull back, and when he doesn’t he closes his eyes and kisses him.

They both taste of cheap beer and melted chocolate, but the electricity that runs through them is the same they felt that first night they kiss in Steve’s bed during a storm. 

Steve's second can of beer falls on the rug, spilling everywhere, but Steve doesn’t care, he opens his mouth and moves his tongue gently, licking Tommy’s lips like he was asking permission before kissing him with a passion that Tommy reciprocates.

“We shouldn’t…” Steve says, pulling back, “It’s the alcohol. You know it makes me horny.” he says, trying to escape from Tommy’s tight grip.

“Do you want to know what I think, Steve? It’s not the alcohol that makes you horny. It makes you free. No more mental walls, just desires that want to be fulfilled. Am I wrong?”

Steve stares at Tommy, ready to tell him that he’s wrong, that Steve is not like that. Only… only maybe he is. Maybe he fought with Nancy because he saw Tommy with Billy. Maybe…

“I have one condition.” Steve says, seriously, “Don’t leave. After… Don’t leave.”

“Did I ever leave?” Tommy snorts, but quickly promises, “I won’t leave. I swear.” 

Steve takes his hand and guides him upstairs, to his room, the same room where they have played, and slept, and kissed. And shared everything.

Even raisins and nuts.

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[confessions-official]

I think one of my ex friends from high school abused me. It took me a long time to realize because a same-sex friendship isn’t the usual context in which we learn about abuse. At most, the word “toxic” will be used to describe an unhealthy friendship, but that word really doesn’t do justice to what I experienced from her.

She quickly isolated me from all my other friends, getting so jealous and angry whenever I’d hang out with someone other than her that eventually I stopped doing it. But SHE was allowed to hang out with other people, and when she and I were around her other friends together, she was constantly putting me down—calling me names, laughing at me, saying mean things about me that she’d play off as “jokes” if anyone called her out on it. She also wanted me to hang out with her every single day, and would get really angry if I didn’t.

At her house she would often pressure me to drink with her (we were underage), even when I didn’t want to, and pressured me to spend whole weekends at her house from after school on friday until school on monday morning without ever going home, forcing me to borrow her clothes. She started trying to control what I wore and what I bought, and she would lord over me the clothes she had loaned me as if I was taking advantage of her generosity, claiming that I owed her things for them. She would also buy me things and then use the gifts to guilt trip me into doing whatever she wanted.

She even started to become physically abusive near the end of our friendship. At first it was mostly little slaps and scratches and stuff that didn’t really leave marks but made me adjust my behavior to keep her happy. Once when I arrived to class with an iced tea that I had bought during my lunch period she punched me for not bringing anything back for her (even though she hadn’t asked for anything). The punch was only on my upper arm, but it was really hard—hard enough that the boy sitting next to me asked if I was okay after she went back to her seat. (Of course, I laughed it off and said I was fine). Another time during an argument she shoved me into a doorframe so hard I had bruises all over my arm for weeks.

This pretty much checks all the classic boxes of abuse. But because she was a girl, and we weren’t romantically involved, no one clocked it, including me. I really think we need to change the way we teach kids about abusive relationships, to include relationships that aren’t sexual or romantic in nature as having the capacity to be abusive.

It also occurred to me, that my very first best friend treated me in a similar way to this girl. And I was abused by my parents, too. It’s disheartening to lay it all out like that. It makes me wonder if I’m always going to attract people who want to hurt me and control me. Is there just something about me which screams, “abuse me”? I don’t know. I’ve had healthy friendships and relationships before and after this, but every now and again something like this one comes along and sweeps me away before I even notice what’s happening.

 

[honeyglz]

Then and now.

A/N - This is my third time writing this A/N because of my wifi (Im going to cry) BUT that wont stop me. As always enjoy and if you enjoy my stuff be sure to follow. Ill be using polls to ask yall for your input so be sure to stick around <3

Reader - Fem (She/Her ,You/Your/Yours)

Pairing - Bakugou x reader (ex's to lovers)

P1 - Breaking up with them </3 (headcannons) P2 - Pride before the fall

Au - None!!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these character aside form Y/N / the reader.

Warning! - None Im aware of ! Aside from no proof reading and poor grammar lmao

-♡-

3 Years. 1095 days. 26280 hours. She had been gone for 3 year. Alot had happened in the 3 years she had left. She found herself looking forward constantly in those 3 years. Fearful that if she looked back for even a moment she would simply stop. Stop moving forward, stop moving on. She would just...stop.

And so she didn't stop, she never looked back, continuously moving towards goals and aspirations, even if she didn't care for the rewards.

It was a warm summer day, the air sweet and sticky on her skin as she walked along the cracked pavement. There was a small crowd forming up ahead, people flocking to a hero no doubt. Slowly she tried to make her way through the crowd, cringing at the heat that radiated around her. People pushed and shoved against her, from behind and back she felt like she was being invaded on all sides. Eventually she managed to squeeze out in one piece, stopping for a moment to gather her self and smooth out her clothes she felt a burning gaze land on her. Slowly her eyes moved up looking around before she turned her attention in front of her. There stood the man she had walked out on 3 years ago, staring at her dumbfounded almost. She felt her heart skip a beat as they locked eyes, the outside world melting away. Suddenly she was 3 years younger.

Suddenly she was looking at the love of her life once again.

The crowd pushed past her, all flocking to the pro hero not that she cared. Her eye's were glued to his, and he could say nothing but the same. It was weird. It was like she was dreaming, she had to be. More and more people pushed past her until she was left in the back, Bakugou long gone from her vision. She thought of turning back, of leaving before she had a chance to second guess herself. And she was about to. But like a fuck you from the universe something stopped her, a call that finally made her stop. "Y/N!-" Frantic almost desperate, Bakugou Katsuki pushed past everyone in his way as he searched through the growing crowd for the face he longed so dearly to see just one more time. To say all the things he had rehearsed over long sleepless nights, word for word he would apologise for everything. For the missed dates, for the constant working. Everything. He just had to find her. He stumbled abit losing his footing as he called out your name asif a prayer, eyes scanning scanning over everyone he in his sights. The heat unbearable under his thick padded suit. How ironic, he thought to himself bitterly. Real fucking comedy. -♡- Flashback...Third year of UA..... It was hot, which was an understatement in Bakugou's eye's because he felt like he was fucking melting. But still he went about his day, went to class and listened intently to everything he could soak up. At lunch he ate whatever it was he had and stayed mostly quite during conversation, enjoying the time to just observe for once. At first everything seemed normal in the cafeteria, boringly so. It wasn't until his eyes wondered over to another class that his attention was snatched from his thoughts. A girl. She was seated near the side of the cafeteria, chatting away happily with some idiots from another class. Strangely enough Bakugou couldn't quite place why he couldn't tear his eyes from her. Maybe it was that he had just never noticed her before, but then again he never noticed anyone he didn't deem worthy of his time. Maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever it was, he didn't really care. All he knew was that she was hypnotic and it annoyed him to no end. Her stupid fucking smile that made him want to break out into one himself.

The way her eye's creased when she laughed hard enough or the way she seemed too damn content to be laughing with an extra. The way she hadn't even spoken to him yet and he was whipped. Hell, she hadn't even spared him so much as a glance. He felt his heart speed up as one of her classmates pointed over to his table.

'Fuck.' They were talking about someone to you. 'Double fuck.' He watched as she turned her head, eyes locking onto his as she looked abit shocked. Confused even. The bell had rung and suddenly she was walking up to him. 'Fuck!- Think Katsuki- Be smooth. Be cool. Say something nice-' Closer and closer she walked until- "Hi Bakugou." 'SHIT-' "The fuck you want extra?-" He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, an attempt at stopping them from sweating so damn much. His face was felt warm as a soft blush coated his checks. She just smiled warmly before continuing. "Nothing, just though you might wanna walk to class together. Seein as were both late and all." He grumbled out some lame excuse but followed regardless, heart still thumping against his ears as he forced himself to keep a straight face.

He could get used to this.

-♡-

Sweat dripped off his head and god he was so uncomfortable being seen like this but he didn't give a rats ass if it meant seeing you again. People stepped away from the searching hero, some scared others worried. He was starting to lose hope.

Of course you had left. Why wouldn't you?

Bakugou turned his head one last time, watching as the crowd seemed to swallow any fleeting chance of seeing you once again. Everyone was watching. Everyone.

Were you watching?

And again that feeling came back. That feeling that no one was there but you and him. Even if he couldn't see you, he needed to tell you.

Tell you he was sorry.

That he was an idiot.

That if hated him for the rest of his life he would understand.

Tell you once and for all that he loved you more than anything.

More than the press.

More than anyone watching right now.

More than his job.

God so much more then his stupid job. He would tell you all these things in a heart beat. And so, he did.

Letting out a loud blast in the sky he felt all eyes on him; not that he didn't have everyone's attention before. He exhaled before dropping his gaze to the floor, heart hammering against his ears, blood rushing to his face before he could even speak. Swallowing his pride he allowed his ego to settle as he spoke. Voice raw with emotion.

"Listen up, I know you somewhere in this crowd so please just listen to me before ya run off" he barked out almost asif an order.

Silence.

"I just wanted to say 'm sorry for all the shitty things I did. Or didn't. Dammit what am I doing.." mumbling the last part he continued. The silence deafening.

"'m sorry I didn't make the dates or dinners- And the late nights. I'm sorry I was a fucking ass-hole and left you on read all the time." He paused for a moment his eyes still trained on the grey pavement below. "And I'm sorry about how things ended… Real sorry about it actually."

"Worst fucking regret I have is letting you walk out that door and I swear to you not a day goes by I don't kick myself in the ass for it." He took a breath before going on.

"I know ya probably don't wanna hear this bullshit and think I'm all shit but I'm not, you don't have to talk to me or anythin like that but I just-"

Another shaky breath. This time he looked up, gazing into the sea of faceless people.

"I just wanted to let ya know I loved you and 'm sorry I couldn't love you enough back then."

By now his heart was roaring in his ears, heart thumping at an uncontrollable pace and he couldn't do anything but look back at the damn floor.

Again silence engulfed him and that was all he needed to turn on his heel and walk away. Leaving the crowd speechless as the heartfelt confession that had just taken place.

To anyone else this wasn't the Dynamight they knew. And they would be right.

But to you it wasn't Dynamight, because after 3 years you had finally seen Katsuki again.

-♡-

It was late and Bakugou was tried. His PR team had chewed his head off for his little stunt he pulled but he didn't give two shits. He never would. That apology was for one person and one person only, so what if a few others saw? To hell with others. He walked into his apartment, cringing at the lonely air it held. Throwing off his hero gear he slumped onto his couch, thinking back on the day. He grabbed his phone slowly checking the time. 2:00 am Sounded about right for him. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom doing whatever the hell he needed to before going to bed. It was a slow process but a much needed one. By the time he had gotten into bed his mind hadn't yet stopped racing at the events that had happened today. He lay on his back, eyes staring up at the blank ceiling before the soft ring of his phone caught him off guard.

Checking the phone his eyes widened at the unknown number displayed on his screen. In all honesty he should of hung up there and then. But something compelled him to pick it up. It was like he was hypnotised. His fingers tapped on the small glass screen as he held the phone to his ear lazily. Voice low and gruff as he spoke "The fuck is this?" "Hi Bakugou." Your voice rang through the phone, he stayed silent for a moment. Praying. Hoping that by some miracle this wasn't a dream. Before he could muster any words you quickly cut him off unknowingly. "I didn't mean to wake you or anything- I just thought that..." You trailed off for a moment before continuing "This is stupid- I'm sorry for waking you" "You didnt wake me-!" That came out quicker than he had hoped, and unfortunately, louder too. There was silence on the line once again and he felt his eye's start to grow heavy. The sound of a gentle laugh caught his ears, it was so quite he nearly missed it. He could hear the smile in your voice as you spoke, causing a soft smile of his own to break out. God you could still do that after all this time, but then again he wouldn't have it any other way. "Well then.. Hi." "Hey" Again a pause of silence before you continued.. "I know its late but I was wondering if you'd wanna stay on call and just- talk?.. Seeing as we're both up late and all." You bit your tongue as you waited for his answer. Unsure if calling was the right thing to do. "I'd love to." And there it was again. That strange feeling. But this time he wasn't 3 years younger And he wasn't in UA. This time he was on a call, at 2 AM, talking to you. And somehow that was enough to make him smile. -♡- A/N- Thank you for any support and hydrate ! Be sure to follow for updates and other works of mine <3 Interactions are greatly appreciated :)

[voidwritesstuff]

Long Way To The Truth

Cw:misgendering (accidental).

Summary: Lucas makes it to Colorado and helps a young kid with their identity.

->chapter 4: Colorado.

By Next morning he was already in Colorado, as he has breakfast in a small cafeteria, he thinks back on last night. In hindsight,he feels like he just pulled a Wheeler and acted as the guidance counselor of three 20 Year olds. And it didnt bother him one bit.

For lunch, he stops at a small family owned restaurant. Its really quaint with its ochre colored walls, the plants growing from the pots placed infront of the blue framed Windows.

He steps through the double Doors made of some dark brown wood, and the smell of spicy,home made food greets him. He relaxes a little, Rolling Back one of his shoulders instintctually to then take off his army baseball cap.

As he joins the line,he sees a young kid going out to take the trash that Belongs to the stablishment. They have long dyed purple hair in box braids, tied up by a yellow and white bandana, they drag the heavy trash bag as they walk down one of the back area halls, the door to said Hall is Open which is why Lucas can see the kid.

--Thanks son!--Says a male voice from the kitchen. The kid seems to scowl and mutter something under their breath before resuming their walk.

Lucas orders once its his turn, as he eats hes contempt to watch the news since hes written down his entry of the day during breakfast. The news show how in a few months,a New ship was going to be comissioned by Mayer, the SS Thanatos.

"Kind of an edgy name,isnt it " he thinks,munching down on his chili. The spiciness of it all Burning his tongue,but he doesnt seem to care." Though, its interesting,why would mayer comission a New ship? What are they bringing?".

Hes quick to Scribble down his thoughts on his Journal in a small spot between his Many little doodles he had done during a particular terrible traffic jam on the way here.

--Ive told him so Many fucking times-- he hears the kid from before say-- its not- its not son,goddamnit-- Lucas perks up at the voice,filled with anger and sadness. Theres this look in their eyes of feeling misunderstood.

He watches them walk away and outside the restaurant through that Hall they went down earlier. Theres a slight suspicion in his mind as to what the kids discontent had to do with, bit he knows its none of his business.

"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for the faith-departed

I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud"

As the News didnt show anything interesting after a while, the owner changed the channel to MTV. Where Bon jovi's "its my life" was playing.

Lucas drums along to the rythm of the song as he walks out of the restaurant. He gets approached by the owner of the restaurant,tall,dark skin and warm brown eyes, he looks worried.

--Hey,Sir. Excuse me- have you seen my son? His-their name is Juniper-- he asked,cleaning his sweaty hands on his apron-- about yay high,purple hair?

It takes him a moment to pinpoint the kid as he puts on his army baseball cap-- uh yeah, why?

--Hes been missing and he hasnt been replying to my calls-- he explains-- he seemed a little annoyed and I wanted to ask him where he was

Always the Smart one, the ex soldier nodds-- yeah,saw 'im by the parkin' lot-- he replied ,gesturing to the opposite side of where the kid had actually gone. The Dad runs away in a panic, and he takes that opportunity to go the actual way the kid left.

He knows he shouldnt have lied,but from experience he knew that sometimes parents would make things worse. And it looks like Wheeler rubbed off of on him because hes on his way to adopt yet another child.

Now that the owner wasnt there,nobody paid him any attention as he snuck into the Hall that the kid left through, it leads down an empty sort of backyard. Theres a small half broken concrete wall that seemed to be the wall that acted as a barrier to a previous,smaller, Back yard and the outside world.

Through the cracks and missing chunks of the wall,he can spot a set of purple hair blowing in the passing breeze. He sighs inwardly and tries to channel Wheeler as he leans on the Fallen wall and says.

--Yer dad's lookin' for ya

The kid gets startled, throwing a small pebble sized Chunk of Fallen wall towards him. He barely ducks out of the way and adds-- nice aim

--Who are you and what do you want?--The kid asks, pressing their knees against their chest. Their locks fall to cover half of their face since the bandana is no longer restricting them.

--'m the guy who told yer dad to go the other way so he didnt piss you off further

The kid looks at him and then looks away, growling-- good. I wouldve ripped his face off.

--Can I at least ask whats pissin' you off before I leave you alone? You look like yer either gonna hurl a piece of debrie at yer old Man or break down cryin'

--You wouldnt get it-- they reply,looking away

--kid, you'd be surprised at the ammount of shit ive seen. Try me

The kid sighs loudly and gets ready to throw another pebble sized chunk. But its not at Lucas, he throws it at a nearby tree stumpt And misses it by an INCH.

--So...so i dont really feel like a boy,or- or a girl-- they start, grabbing another pebble-- I asked my folks recently if they could use well- gender neutral words for me- but they Keep forgetting, especially my dad

"It's my life, it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

I just want to live while I'm alive"

God,how loud was the TV? He could hear it all the way from here.

Lucas nodds,folding his arms over his chest-- n 'm guessing thats what pissed you off?

They nodd-- its not that hard-- They followed up-- and it hurts when they dont do it- I call 'em ma and pa but they cant use the words I like?

--I get that kiddo-- he replied,looking at the tree stumpt,littered with previous atrempts of hitting it. His eyes narrow as he calculates the distance between them and the stumpt.-- parents can take a while to accept New things 'bout their kids

--How would you know?--his companion asked, throwing the pebble and missing,again,by an inch.

--well,kid-- the ex soldier grabs a pebble and throws it at the stumpt, hitting it dead in the middle--im Bisexual,and a soldier with PTSD,from a family of soldiers who also had....issues . So I'd get it

When the kid sees Lucas hit the stumpt,they look up at him and ask-- HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

he chuckled-- permission to approach?

--Uh,permission granted--They followed along with the joke,a small excited smile.

Lucas sits with them and grabs another pebble,handing it over. Now up close he can see that their eyes are puffy and a little red,and he softens his gaze-- keep your pulse steady-- he starts,showing them how to fix their aim.

His companion tries again and they hit the stumpt dead in the centre. They look all happy and they smile wide.

--Yknow,your old Man worried about you. Even corrected himself when he messed up your pronouns. -- the ex soldier added as the kid tried again.

--did...did he?--They ask,Setting down the pebble.

--Yup, do you go by juniper?

They nodd enthusiastically-- he even remembered my name?

--Yeah

Juniper smiled and stood up, all happy and with a Pep in their step. Lucas noticed the bon jovi black shirt and raised an eyebrow internally. They tie their yellow and white bandana around their purple hair and dust off their black shirt, they flap their hands a little.

--'m gonna talk to him-- they said,walking past Lucas.

--Hey kid, just one thing. Tell yer dad that it makes you feel bad when he doesnt use the right words. Otherwise he wouldntve known I think, but also know that not all parents Will understand New things

The kid puts their hands inside their pockets-- and what If he doesnt understand?

--Well...-- he trails off and points to the air,as if hes pointing at the music hanging on the breeze.

"It's my life

My heart is like the open highway

Like Frankie said I did it my way

I just wanna live while I'm alive

It's my life"

--I dont like the idea of my dad not understanding though-- Juniper adds, looking a little concerned. Their eyes go to the entrance of the Hall that they came out of.

--i understand but ive realized that well, if it makes you happy then its worth it. Parents be damned-- Lucas stands up,holding Back a wince as his back stings a little. But he manages and leans on the wall-- hell,im drivin' all the way from Florida to Washington

--Why would you do that?--his companion asked-- thats kinda weird --Theres a brief silence and they add-- right,because it makes you happy

--'m tellin' you this cuz when I was your age,I wouldve liked to know that i dont--he makes a pause,hands going to the dogtags around his neck-- that I dont need other peoples approval to be enough.

Juniper nodds,to then perk up as they hear their dad calling out for them-- thanks -- they reply, glancing Back at the ex soldier-- hey by the way,if you go all around over there-- he points at to where Lucas' Back is facing-- youll come out the other way. Just so my dad doesnt think anything weird if he sees you with me

He nodds-- ten four,much obliged-- he tips the visor of his cap like a cowboy would, making the kid laugh at his slight weirdness before leaving for the restaurant.

Lucas goes back to his van through the way the kid told him, and just as he hops into his vehicle, through the outside mirror he sees Juniper and their dad talking. The kid seems dead serious as they talk to their old Man,who nodds and gives them a big hug.

--There we go,happy thoughts kid-- he mutters,seeing a little of his past in the way the father and the kid hug things out. Whenever he would get into dumb arguments with Wheeler,they'd talk it out and hug it out.

He clears his throat,Trying to not get sappy this early in the day,and so he continued his merry way through Colorado.

Switching the radio on, he hears.

"This is for the ones who stood their ground

It's for Tommy and Gina who never backed down

Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake

Luck, it ain't enough, you've got to make your own breaks"

But as he drives he notices something in the rearview mirror,a black SUV following along a few cars away. He squints and decides to take an alternative Route he had mapped for ocassions like this.

Thankfully,he does lose them and by nightfall, he stays on a small inconspicuous motel on the outskirts of the state of Utah. Keeping an eye out on his van and resting in between watches

[crimsonblackrose]

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another kreese flashback north vietnam 1969

There's a lot more people captured then Kreese's little unit.

I somehow highly doubt that they would be shooting guns up into the sky like that. Waste of ammunition during a war and also giving your location away.

First fight to the death club

Encino oaks once again serving spagehtti.

A nightmare for Daniel on a tray.

Encino Oaks has a band playing jazz christmas songs

The uniforms are kind of fun, green with a candy cane striped tie and a mistletoe toe boutineer.

Okay, why do they go to Encino Oaks if Amanda hates the people there and Daniel has trauma related to it? Why not another country club? 5 minutes and Amanda's seen 10 people she hates.

Anthony keeps getting kicked out of sleepovers....how was that not a clue???? Omg you say that like it's nothing but that's literally a clue that Anthony might be bullying other kids.

Bartender's name is Brett and knows his and Amanda's usual.

Ali is right, Daniel was supposed to meet her at the Country club and snuck in the back, saw Johnny kiss Ali to I guess make Daniel jealous, panicked, tripped into a waiter trying to deliver spagehtti and got his white clothes ruined only to leave without seeing Ali punch Johnny in the face and spent months assuming she'd toyed with him to make Johnny jealous.

They were overdue by 30 years a meet up at the country club.

I do love Daniel's blue velvet? suit although in LA that thing has to be sweltering.

Calm down Johnny they literally just saw each other, plus you have Carmen.

But I do like that Johnny nearly gets sauced, but manages to jump out of the way in time which gives away his position just like the hardware store.

Ali instantly summoning him over and reintroducing them. 🤣

Johnny asks if Daniel sleeps in his suit and Daniel calls Johnny scarface.

Instant bickering, such a tell.

Mitch and Chris are wrestling fans. And Chris telling the truth here:

Demetri jumping up and using Eagle Fang/Cobra Kai language to stop Mitch and Bert from leaving.

There are more than just Mitch, Bert, and Miguel in Eagle Fang, but for some reason they're the only students here. Same for Miyagi-do.

Ali tallying up for me. Love it. She actually listened to them and is like loving the drama. (I mean, same)

Not 100% accurate, she was in the backseat. Yasmine technically did it.

well not directly, on a billboard, but close enough.

Louie upped the stakes to a ridiculous amount with that one. (Don't forget the motorcycle gang Ali)

Ali, why did you skip on all the drama at lunch?

Only with the help of a woman at a bar and Miguel. I wouldn't say he's figured it out though. 🤣

That's mean Daniel. There's nothing wrong with if he did that, but the way you say it.

I love Ali

Amanda, did you get lost on the way to the table and then seeing Johnny and going oh boy

I love that Amanda sees Daniel talking to her ex and while her face looks like oh god, her words are actually delightful: I cannot wait to talk to you. And it's mutual.

I think this is one of my favorite scenes where these two just roast Daniel and Johnny. "On the whole "mortal enemy karate dojo battle for the soul of the valley" thing?

I love Amanda's laugh and eat an olive to Ali's 'how's you both having karate dojo's going'

The kids making their list of demands.

Training at Miyagi-do to an extent makes sense or at least wanting to train there because it's not the park. But I gotta say the park doesn't have giant rocks in the middle of it

lol I forgot they're trying to do literally everything. Rename the merged dojo, gi designs, after training snacks, and SDRP: Sensei Dispute Resolution Protocol.

Bert continuously being an animal lover, wanting to let Sam's non existent cat in only to get thrown through a window.

The fact Sam doesn't immediately go we don't have a cat, but instead Miguel's the first to tell something's fishy.

Also would like to point out Bert went through a door on the right but comes in through the kitchen window on the left within the time it takes to say "I didn't know you have a cat/we don't"

Miguel: BERT WHAT HAPPENED?! Bert missing his glasses, face bleeding, just a sad: "No cat"

Pretty sure this counts as breaking and entering from the Cobra Kai kids. Like actual home invasion.

Miguel's first move is, with Nate, to get Bert back up and get him moving away from the intruders with them.

One of Tory's best outfits.

Also I don't think I'd realized that Hawk Kyler and a few others come in one way and it's not the way Bert left from, and through the front do is Tory and two more. Literally pincer movement.

Really out of all the parties Sam has hosted it's the most non-sam chill party ever.

The big over the top teen fights are really quite fun.

The jazz band at the country club is called the Valley Stardusters

Because Amanda knows about the '84 All Valley tournament and a lot of Miyagi stuff I always assumed she knew everything but then got confused when silver shows up and she knows nothing. But I think this is like the first (or at least early) clue that Daniel hasn't told her everything:

Again, love Ali and Amanda

Ali confirms that after the tournament they left each other alone.

Their rivalry was not why Ali and Daniel broke up.

Ali got into UCLA and ran into this guy she knew who went there, Daniel sees her talking to her friend and jumps to conclusions, Ali got upset and thinks maybe she egged him on. Daniel thought she was in love, but Ali told him she wasn't, just like she told him the breaks on Mr. Miyagi's car were going to go. (Johnny looks amused/pleased) Ali tells Daniel she hopes he didn't tell Mr. Miyagi it was her fault it crashed. Daniel mumbles his lie into his drink, which seems to be white wine. Johnny's drinking a beer with an orange wedge.

Johnny relents and says maybe they both had their heads up their asses in high school and Amanda says her's in high school was so far up there she could see out her mouth.

Omg Kyler throwing Miguel into the like granite table behind the couch, straight against his back. Chris is ace at using things around him, literally picks up a pan in the kitchen to hit a guy, like he hit Mitch with a school book.

Mitch is fighting his 'friend' that was pretty much the other follower to Hawk.

Demetri is a giant compared to Nate and Bert who he's running with and kinda shoving them both out of the way and into each other. Saving them and also just picking Bert up who kicks other people. 🤣

Demetri using Eagle fangs as weapons 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I am also enjoying the rock version of carol of the bells

Demetri lands on the weird chair...speaking of which

It is such a weird chair.

Mitch runs to check on him and try to help him get up before he gets pulled away. Some Eagle Fang Miyagi do bonding there.

There's a giant metal gate inside of the LaRusso house. Bert and Nate are thrown into a Christmas tree

Eli has gotten really good at moving and dodging out of the way. He breaks a vase over one of the background Miyagi-do kids heads.

Sam grabs a guy and throws him over the same granite table Kyler threw Miguel into, putting the lamp out and hitting the painting behind it.

While Tory and Sam finally spot each other Miguel is pinned against the wall getting just punched again and again by Kyler.

Sam runs, that same kid Hawk breaks a vase over his head tries to stop Tory from getting to sam but he's just brushed off, though he tries a second time so kudos to this unnamed kid she throws into a wall next to the fire place in the kitchen.

Tory's slow mo villain walk

They also totally have a fan blowing on Tory for her hair.

Tory corners her in the dojo and kicks her in the face then grabs nunchucks

Amanda loving their night after starting the night hating like 10 people there is so delightful: I'm going to grab my jacket before I die of joy | You are my hero (To Ali)

Amanda giving Johnny a hug 🥺

Ali: You two really enjoy fighting each other. Daniel: He's instigating and I'm just defending myself. Johnny: She knows first hand that's bullshit

There's more than one side to every story, your side, your side, and then the truth.

Ali reading them so well: You recognize parts of yourself in each other and maybe you don't always like what you see.

Point Mills for sure

The good times will always outweigh the bad for Ali.

Daniel truly has a good time every time he sits down with Johnny.

Johnny's first Daniel. I also want to point out he stepped really far away to allow Daniel and Ali to have a private goodbye.

Amanda and I counting that Ali got two hugs.

I didn't quite catch if nunchucks are on the wall at cobra kai now, but Tory knows how to use them. So I suppose Kreese must've taught her.

Tory breaks Mr. Miyagi's photograph.

Sam grabbing the bo staff makes sense, it can keep Tory at a distance, which is what she needs right now. The nunchucks are closer distance weapon.

Holding Demetri's just healed arm in the same position to break it.

Also Kyler beat the heck out of poor Miguel.

Hawk realizing that beating up his friends kinda sucks and Johnny and Miguel might be right.

I love Hawk's turning point. He regretted breaking Demetri's arm, literally uses Demetri to vault over to knock out both Cobras and send the guy who'd held his arm back into a glass table breaking it.

Demetri understandably confused and retreating for every step forward Eli takes

BINARY BROTHERS KICKING ASS

Literally using their held hands to kick ass. Demetri slides Hawk against the floor so he can pop up and kick someone. (I'm noticing that while Chris grabs things as weapons, Demetri uses other people as weapons 🤣)

For having never fought together before they both slide into teamwork really well, probably due to the childhood friendship

Kyler literally will not leave Miguel alone. He's cornered him and beaten him up like 3 times. And seems to just keep picking him up and continuing to whale on him.

Damn those moves Miguel, it's a lot of flips and then in one punch to the face he knocks Kyler out and says "thanks for the motivation". 🤣

oooh sam uses her bo staff to disarm Tory's nunchucks and send them flying against another wall.

Miguel, Hawk, and Demetri run in to tell Tory and Sam to stop fighting, that the fight is over.

Tory says it'll never be over, calls Miguel and Hawk traitors and tells Hawk to watch his back.

Demetri pretty much instantly counters that with a very aggressive he won't have to he's got friends to watch it for him.

Our little trio is reunited. (Even though I think that was way too fast for Demetri to forgive Eli for BREAKING HIS ARM)

lol Encino oaks for sure makes their staff dress up for holidays.

I love that Ali doesn't believe that Johnny's driving a '93 Dodge Caravan, aka a soccer mom car.

Amanda told Ali that Johnny's seeing a hot lady aka Carmen. Aka Amanda thinks Carmen is hot.

Johnny: Carmen is amazing Ali: If she's cool enough to make Johnny Lawrence speechless you better figure it out quick. Johnny: I know.

Johnny: I always screw things up. Ali: You didn't screw up today. Thanks for making me feel like a kid again (and also for making sure she had fun at the party that her parents made her go to. I think she managed to avoid her parents the whole time)

Johnny: We had our own little time machine. 💖

a good long hug.

He offers to drive her but she has to go find her parents.

Ali: I will always be there for you, you know that right? Johnny: Me too. Ali: Get out of here, you have a future to find. Johnny: I do.

Johnny practicing what he's going to say: Carmen I figured it out. I'm ready. I love you.

He really needed that closure and a chance to talk to Ali.

Carmen opening the door looking upset and then the pan to Miguel and Johnny gets pissed with a what happened.

They pick the captain and Silver to fight but Silver doesn't want to, so Kreese volunteers.

The captain held onto the information that Betsy was dead until this point, telling Kreese he has nothing to live for, but that he, the captain does. "She wrapped her car around a tree driving to visit her grandmother in Pasadena."

I'm going to pt 2 this because I'm out of image space and the snakes and Daniel vs Kreese are coming and i have a feeling I'm going to need image space.

[thedemoninme141]

Ghosts- Chapter 2: 141

"Some hero you are!" she screamed, " You didn't save her but here you are saving her killers!" .

 "You knew him, you grew up with him, you escaped with him, you know where 141 is. Just tell us and we promise we will make it fast" The interrogator asked John calmly.

"I already told you, man, you can't find him, nobody can, He Finds You."

John says this to the interrogator as he chuckles.

"I guess you didn't leave us any more choice then." he hits John with a stun baton.

John greets his teeth. He didn't scream. They never screamed.

"So let's give you another chance, Since we know you are trained to handle pain, how about we inflict it on someone who isn't trained."

He says as he motions to one of the guards.

The guard goes out and a few minutes later comes in with a woman and a child. John looks up to see them and his heart sinks. "No... Claire...Alice" John mumbles. "No no no no. Police said they would be safe, they were supposed to be on a private secured island," John thinks.

"We can re-write history if we want to John, Getting them here was a child's play." The interrogator said as he pointed the baton toward the child. " So John, do you think the child would survive even one hit of this?"

"Please I am telling the truth, I don't know where 141 is! After we escaped we went our separate ways, All of us did!"

"Just tell me what you know about the others"

John looked at his wife and child. He has no other choice, He has to make the cowardly decision, he can't let his family die for him.

He has to give them their locations...

.

"Calm yourself down Tori, it's been months since beck and jade have broken up, Beck hasn't shown any interest in Jade anymore, I think he is ready to move on, And I am ready to make my move." Tori breathes in.

"Hey, beck!" Tori calls the Canadian

"Hey, tori!" The Canadian replies with a smile

"Beck I have always wanted to ask you this... Just listen to me for some moments pls. No, wait before I ask you this, First, tell me ... I... What would you think if I... Ugh," Tori nervous as hell has no idea what to say to Beck about this matter.

"Hey hey, calm down tori, take a deep breath, it's okay to tell me anything. Lemme get my psychologist outfit" Beck jokes to calm Tori.

"Okay... I just am scared this might hurt our friendship" Tori says nervously.

"Really? I would have been a bad friend if I break our friendship for you being you"

"Okay" Tori takes a deep breath. "Here it goes, Do you still want to get back together with Jade?"

Beck was surprised that tori would ask this question.

"I would, but you know how Jade is. In our last moments, it felt like she wasn't happy with me anymore, Well, to be honest, it's kinda complicated, I still feel like I love her, but I don't want to be with her if I am not enough for her. I would love to get back with her if she wants to also I would be happy if she finds someone else who makes her happy"

Tori didn't expect such a long complicated answer. She doesn't know what to say anymore

"Tori, do you want to go out with me?" Beck asks suspiciously.

"What! No! You are my best friend!" Tori said defensively

"Which is also why I wanted to ask your permission before doing this..."

Tori added.

"Beck... I am gay... I like girls"

Beck was taken aback by this sudden revelation. He picks up the puzzles now. "Well that explains all the staring you have been doing at Jade all the time during lunch"

"Is it that obvious?" Tori asks.

"Actually no. Tori I get it, you are here to ask permission to date my ex, aren't you?"

Tori nods looking down. Blushing like a tomato.

Beck chuckled

"Whoa is that blood on your cheeks? haha, Tori, it's okay, you don't have to be nervous, I am cool with it"

"Really?"Tori asks hopefully

"Yeah, but it is just... Jade has been through a lot, you will know about those once you get with her. I just want to make sure... Just tell me you are 100% sure that you want to commit a relationship with her, Jade can be pretty wild, She would love you with all of her heart but she might also scare you off"

"Well I have stood up to her before, haven't I?"

"Okay then, Tori I also have to tell you something"

"Sure, go on"

"I have been feeling guilty that I wasn't able to keep her happy. Jade deserves all the happiness in the world and I wasn't able to give it to her. Would you do that for me? Would you keep her happy? Would you protect her from sadness which I badly failed?"

Tori was feeling so sad that even after the breakup Beck cared so much about Jade

"Yes, I promise I would never let Jade shed a tear ever, I would love and cherish every moment with her"

"Welp then there she is, go get your girl Tori Vega"

Tori notices Jade entering the hallway and going to her locker.

This is it. SHE IS GONNA ASK JADE OUT NOW.

"It's now or never Tori! You can do this. what's the worse she can do? Strangle me?" .

"Jade wait!"

"Ugh, what do you want Vega?"

Tori takes a deep breath...

"Would you go out on a date with me this Friday?"

Seriously brain? that's all you can come up with?

[hekate1308]

Leaves That Before The Wild Hurricane Fly, A Destiel Advent Calendar, December 11

Masterpost

Read it on AO3

Lunch was a noisy affair as well, not that Castiel had expected anything different. This was definitely one of those groups who couldn’t be quiet for too long, and to his surprise, he soon realized that he wouldn’t have them any other way –

Especially, much as he tried to deny it to himself, Dean.

The Fae was sitting next to him, and having first served him as well, again because it was his “first time”. “So, Cas, we’ve been talking about our proposal, of course.”

By now, everyone addressed him as Cas. He could have tried to tell them to stop, but in truth, he didn’t mind. He had never had a nickname before, if he didn’t count the Cassie one of his brothers had bestowed on him, and he certainly liked this more.

Plus, Dean had given it to him. Not that it meant something, but still…

“I thought you said not to talk shop during Sunday lunch” Crowley complained.

“I said we’re not talking your shop” Sam said firmly, which made Castiel wonder if there were things he’d rather not know.

“Anyway, so we’re all in” Dean smoothly continued as if nothing had happened. “Think you can get your boss to agree?”

“He agrees to anything that might be a good story.”

“And, think we’re pretty enough?” Dean winked at him.

“Squirrel, the poor man should live long enough to actually write anything” Crowley drawled.

“And how long have you been working for the Lawrence Courier, Cas?” Andrea asked brightly, for which he was grateful, if only so that he could calm down – his heart had once more started beating rather wildly.

“About five years. I moved here with my – with my ex-partner.”

She made a sympathetic noise. He didn’t dare glance in Dean’s direction, even though he had absolutely nothing to do with it.

“So you think your boss will accept the article?” Benny asked. “No offense, but most humans aren’t too keen on vampires.”

“That depends” he said. “As far as I am aware, many teenagers are.”

They laughed as if he had made a funny joke, and he couldn’t bring himself to mind, since Dean laughing was a sight to behold.

“Yeah, but well, wearing fake teeth and glitter is not exactly what we had in mind” Dean supplied. “Mind, if they’re marching for creature rights, that’s another thing entirely…”

“If we’re really lucky they won’t even call us fairies!” Gilda deadpanned and they all laughed again; Castiel wasn’t quite sure why, but thinking what he knew of the word, it was probably for the best to simply accept it as a joke.

“Balthazar would accept another pizza loving rat if it meant good sales” he said, then realized what he’d done and added, “No offense –“

“None taken, man, do you really think that’s the worst that’s ever been thrown at us?” Dean shrugged.

“That doesn’t make it alright” he said quietly.

“Perhaps not but this is how it is, which is where you come into play” he grinned, and the potted plant on the table suddenly burst into bloom. “Damn it, sorry.”

Castiel had jumped.

“No, no, I’m sorry…”

Crowley mumbled something and was promptly glared at by Sam, so he decided he’d probably rather not know what exactly he had said.

“Anyway, what do you think would be the best way to proceed?” Sam then asked, probably to distract them all from the demon, but still…

“Portraits” he said automatically. “People react the best when they can empathize with someone.” He left out the part where he thought that no one could fail to be interested in Dean because… well, he didn’t think it would go over too well.

All in all, they decided that they would wait until he had talked to his boss.

Instead they focused on other topics – Sam’s work, Gilda’s garden, Andrea’s paintings – and it was till one of the best days he’d had in a while – in a long time if he was being honest.

When he got up t leave, everyone told him goodbye and to be careful (granted, it was Crowley so he probably meant he should be careful around him) and Dean brought him to the door. “Got something for you.”

“Ph, I can’t –“

“Nonsense, everyone needs a little colour in their lives.” And he grabbed a small poinsettia from a nearby table. “I know they’ll have a good home with you. Just so you know, put them in a south, east or west window where the plant will receive bright daylight, and keep the soil moist. And oh, talk to them.”

“Because it’s good for the plan t?”

“Because it’s good for you, especially if you haven’t talked to anyone else all day.” He handed him the plant, their fingers touching longer than necessary. “See you around, Cas.”

“Goodbye, Dean.”

[dreamingsushi]

The Villain of Romance - Episode 7

Now that I’m all caught up with episodes of See You in my 19th Life, let’s get back to this one, which I think has ended by the time I was watching the other drama. I’m happy to jump into something light hearted once again, after all the drama that unraveled in the other show.

Oh that’s right. Last time they introduced a new sunbae and that guy seemed really suspicious to me. After giving a ride back to Heejae and hearing about Yoojin, he seems even more like bad news.

Hyeon confesses his feelings to get rejected. He still wants to be Yoon’s library boy though.

During lunch, Yoojin cheers up Heejae about writing his novel and owning 3 imported cars. He’s prohibited from going to any meetings before he sends the summary of his novel to her to review it. Then the new sunbae comes in the cafeteria so Hee Jae calls him over. When she hears his name, Yoojin starts feeling very unwell... I’m a little afraid of the backstory between those two. Hopefully nothing too terrible and nothing that will trigger me.

Yoojin skips class because she’s still unwell ever since she saw Jinwook. Heejae covers for her with the teacher. They have a group assignment and Jinwook offers to have Heejae and Yoojin in his group since no one wants to be teamed up with Yoojin. When he informs Yoojin about it, she gets mad. Heejae doesn’t understand and asks a senior student that is friend with Yoojin and learns that Jinwook and Yoojin used to be a famous campus couple two years ago. I figured that he was her ex, it was kind of obvious. But what happened for her to react that badly?

Yoojin wants to leave the group, but Heejae pitches in, revealing in front of everyone that they are exes. And he says he’s okay with it. But maybe she’s not okay being with her ex? Like what if something really bad happened between them? Honestly, I wouldn’t ever want to do a group assignment with one of my exes. I’m way over them, but not over the trauma it caused me.

Go Yoon receives a lot of backlash on the internet and Hyeon is worried about her even though she rejected him and wants him to take a break so he can set aside his feelings for her.

Heejae ends up going crazy with jealousy and it peaks when he notices that she had an one hour long phone call with Jinwook. He’s going overboard. And he breaks up with her.

Obviously, they leave us on that cliffhanger. It kind of went downhill really fast for me. This episode isn’t my favourite, it wasn’t as light hearted than the previous ones and that’s a little bit why I signed in for this show.

[lostxsomewherexelse]

>I'm pissed off and ranting, ignore if you want.

>trigger warnings for all kinds of stuff

I find it hilarious how all the adults used to tell me "just wait til you have a job and work full time you'll WISH you were in school"

I don't mind working, I can wake up tomorrow and go to work and all is fine and I'm happy....if you told me I had to go back to high school for even a day I'd kill myself without hesitation. Here's why:

As an adult with a job out here in the real world, I actually have options if I'm being bullied or harassed. I can make an issue to a boss or a police officer about it, and it will be taken seriously. At minimum, the person causing the problem will actually be talked to. In school, that wasn't always the case. In fact, they barely did anything until a situation had gone to what us grown ups would call ASSAULT. Why was it always only a slap on the wrist when people were outright trying to hurt or even KILL me or get me to kill myself because i was weird? In a place I was REQUIRED to be. It's easy to leave a bad job, but anyone who's had to transfer schools or go into programs because of bullying knows what BULLSHIT it is to even TRY to secure your own safety.

As an adult with a job I'm expected to know and keep track of ONE set list of tasks, not FOUR different groups of things with topic changes in those groups every month that i have to learn really fast and repeat perfectly when questioned or else I fail and have to do it all over again.

As an adult with a job I am barely expected to get along with a reasonably sized and fairly consistent group of people, not like 30 a class (remember, 4 classes, that's 120 people) and that's just the ones you're stuck in a room with during classes. Not even counting the other classes you go to lunch or field trips with, which just leaves more room for clashing personalities to be stuck next to eachother.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME *STARTED* ON BEING USED AS A BEHAVIOUR BUFFER. IMAGINE SOMEONE WHO IS INCREDIBLY HOSTILE TORWARDS YOU ALREADY BEING SAT NEXT TO YOU AT WORK?? YOU WOULDN'T LET THAT FLY! SOMEONE WHOS FOUGHT YOU, PULLED YOUR HAIR, TOLD PEOPLE NASTY LIES ABOUT YOU, AND NOW YOURE SUDDENLY RESPONSIBLE FOR KEEPING THEM IN LINE OR YOU BOTH GET IN TROUBLE. THAT SHIT DOESN'T FLY NEAR AS FAR IN THE REAL WORLD.

Not ONCE as an adult have I been punished for reporting the abusive behaviors of my coworkers either. Why does the school system PUNISH VICTIMS FURTHER? if I defend myself in a fight on the street, I'm asked if I want to press charges or get a peace bond. If I defended myself in a fight I DID NOT WANT PART OF in school, I was SUSPENDED and given detentions. For defending myself.

As an adult in the real world, I get at least some say in what I'm doing all day. If I hate one shitty minimum wage job, I can go find another that isn't as bad. As a student I was expected to deal with it, never question why they were allowed to make me so miserable, and was punished for not being able to force myself to sit up straight and listen to some mid 40s divorcee rant about his ex wife in the middle of a math lesson "bEcAuSe hEs ThE tEaChEr".. at least if I have to listen to someone rant about stupid stuff on the job I'm getting paid for it. I have incentive to pretend I care.

AS AN ADULT IN THE REAL WORLD, MY JOB HAS NOT EVER BEEN ENTITLED TO A SECOND OF MY TIME OUTSIDE OF WORK HOURS. AS A STUDENT, I WAS EXPECTED TO SPEND MOST OF MY DAY AT SCHOOL, THEN GO HOME AND DO MORE SCHOOLWORK. IF YOUR BOSS TOLD YOU TO CLOCK OUT AND KEEP WORKING YOUD LAUGH IN THEIR FACE. YOU HAVE A LIFE, YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO, YOU WANT TIME TO SEE FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND UNWIND. SO DOES EVERY FUCKING STUDENT THAT WAS HANDED HOURS OF HOMEWORK TO DO ON THEIR WEEKEND. ON THEIR DAYS OFF.

Now take all of the things I just listed, all things highschoolers experience regularly, and imagine this:

You get home from your full time job (school), and have to go to a part time job that takes up your nights and weekends. And you have to do your extra school work that's for outside of school because it's homework, you have to. And you have to study for that test coming up. You also have a list of household to do.

So already, that's.. work, work, work, and work. You're also expected to do extracurricular activities or hobbies like sports, clubs or volunteering (work number 5) because "they'll help you (stay healthy/with your college applications/look good on your resume)"

Wow! That's work 5 times. And it's like.. the minimum people expect from their kid or else that kid is lazy/stupid/not going anywhere in life.

That's a lot of pressure, and that's usually the bare minimum. Some people also have to babysit their younger siblings (for free because fAmiLy). That's work number 6. This looks insane to you when it's all laid out like this.

This doesn't even brush on how it looks to people with "minor" disabilities like adhd or anxiety

Lay off your teenager, they're working their ass off, and being harassed, insulted, ignored, and having their free time, personal space, boundaries, and interests disregarded constantly.

Being an adult is stressful, but so is being a kid. Don't invalidate their struggles because you no longer relate to them.

If your life was constantly micromanaged by people expecting you to do hours of unpaid labour "because you have to" and "I said so" You'd be pissed too.

If I woke up tomorrow, and I was expected to go to work, and then do housework as needed, I'd be fine.

If I woke up tomorrow with very little control of my life and free time while also expected to work 3-6 jobs for basically nothing in return, I would literally kill myself.

I had OVER 20 SUICIDE ATTEMPTS in high school

I have had ONE since graduating.

I hope people gain some perspective from this.