#and…told a friend about it and how we went into a rabbit hole of c ai and…and…and seeing there’s a similar story/prompt there

[gomzdrawfr]

I had 6 hours of sleep yay anyways I know the cod community love sleep token and after so long I’ll cave and give it a go

[inevitablemoment]

“it’s not as bad as it looks.”

Word Count: 1,026

Warnings: Stab wound, fainting, blood loss, brief mention of secondary infertility and miscarriages, brief mention of premature birth, brief mention of temporary deafness, brief mention of neonatal health issues, brief mention of the COVID-19 pandemic

Fandom: Spider-Man (Raimi films)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Mary Jane Watson

It seems to be a running trend of mine this month to write for new fandoms. So, over the past few weeks, I’ve just fallen down the rabbit hole of anything Spider-Man, and right now, the Raimi trilogy has quite a hold on me. A good percentage of this fic is me dumping my post-trilogy headcanons on you.

Enjoy!

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Mary Jane was no stranger to exhaustion. But the last however-many hours had been challenging her ability to keep herself going on minutes of sleep.

It was one of the two days of the week on which her alternate would perform, as well as a parent/teacher conference day for the kids’ school district. She and Peter decided to make it a family day before they would have to go to meet with their teachers.

Then, there was this flash of sparkling gold, a few seconds of darkness... and then another flash of gold.

They were still on Time’s Square, with their first stop planned to have been the Disney Store, but she couldn’t place just why it felt so different from a few seconds ago.

Peter had been the first of them to notice one of the newspaper stands, all of the papers blasted with headlines talking about how Spider-Man was a murderer and a criminal. Before she could roll her eyes, she realized that the man-- or, rather, boy-- on the image was not her husband.

Although Mary Jane and the three older children-- seventeen-year-old twins Maisie and Annie (soon to be eighteen), and thirteen-year-old Benji-- were silently thinking the same thing, three-year-old Susan had blurted out, “That’s not Daddy.”

The children, of course, knew of their father’s secret identity as the web slinging hero-- Mary Jane could only imagine how difficult it would have been for them to keep such a secret from their own children when they resided in the same house-- and had been taught from day one to keep it. Though it was tempting to brag about it to their friends.

“We’re still in New York, just not-- our New York,” Peter had tried to explain.

Even as he tried to explain the concept of a multiverse, most of the scientific jargon went over Mary Jane’s and the children’s heads-- at least, except for Maisie.

Peter immediately went to buy the newspaper bearing the likeness of his other... self? Honestly, Mary Jane didn’t know how else to describe it.

“Whoever the Peter Parker in this universe is, he needs my help,” Peter said. “I... I know he does. And not just about this. Something... something’s gonna happen.”

Mary Jane took his hand. “What do you need me to do?”

“Take the kids and find someplace safe,” he told her. “I’ll call you whenever I can, but if you have to move, tell me where you are--”

“I will,” Mary Jane promised.

“I’ll come with you!” Maisie offered.

“Me, too!” Annie offered. “We can help--!”

“No, you’ll be safer if you stay with your mom,” Peter told them. “Okay?”

Maisie was visibly grinding her teeth in frustration, but Annie-- ever gracious and accommodating, the only one of the twins who never had to be scolded twice for the same misdeed-- said, “I understand, Dad.”

Peter hugged the twins, kissing the tops of their auburn heads, before he addressed Benji.

At thirteen years old, Benji looked every bit his father’s son, but had a solemn and quiet disposition that reminded both of his parents of the man that he was named for.

Benji-- their miracle baby after two miscarriages.

Whom they almost lost during a high risk pregnancy, an emergency C-section in Mary Jane’s twenty-eighth week...

“Benji, I need you to listen to your mom while I’m gone,” Peter instructed. “Can you promise that?”

“Yes, Dad,” Benji promised.

Peter picked little Susan up from the stroller. Their little surprise, conceived and born in the midst of an unprecedented pandemic, but had been welcomed into the family with open arms.

“Daddy, you leaving?” Susan asked, her small voice breaking Peter’s heart.

“Just for a little bit,” he said. “I’m going to help someone, but I swear that I will be back as soon as I can. I need you to be good for Mommy and your sisters and brother, okay?”

“Okay,” Susan agreed.

Annie helpfully took Susan into her arms, allowing her parents to share an embrace

“Whatever’s going on, I promise that we’ll be home soon,” Peter swore to her. “I love you, M.J.”

“I love you, too,” Mary Jane said, kissing him. “Stay safe, Tiger.”

Over the next several hours, Peter kept sending her texts, telling her about what was going on. After Susan continued begging, he answered a video call, looking like he was in some sort of lab. She caught sight of two other men in the background-- the baby-faced boy that she had seen, and the other looking like he was ten years younger than her Peter, both of them wearing their own versions of her husband’s suit. The boy from the pictures looked significantly beat up, making her stomach sink as she wondered what in her Peter’s history had just happened for him.

Almost an hour after the video call, everyone else around them began talking about “Spider-Man livestreaming with the Daily Bugle.”

One man had been gracious enough to show Mary Jane the video. It wasn’t her Peter, though. But as she heard the Peter of this world speak, her heart breaking for him as she heard his voice.

“Mom, is Dad there?” Maisie asked, looking over her mother’s shoulder.

“I... I don’t see him, Mayday,” Mary Jane said.

She couldn’t even recall how much time passed before she saw that flash of gold again. But, in an instant, they were standing in the living room of their townhouse.

Peter-- her Peter-- was standing before her.

Without a second thought, she rushed into his arms. The kids almost turned the hug into a full tackle, but he didn’t seem to mind. Mary Jane’s hands began to run up and down his back before she felt something on her hands. She pulled her hand back, and her stomach dropped.

Blood.

“Peter, what happened?” she asked.

“MJ, it’s not as bad as it looks, I swear,” Peter tried to reassure her.

But, he failed as he began to keel over.

“I’ll call 911,” Annie was the first to jump to the occasion, while Mary Jane put her hand over where she had found the wound.

Please... please be okay...

[bobathirstaccount]

AU - Business Trip Pt 5

You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…

Boba x fem!reader, smut

***

-i have 2 change my flight 😔

You frowned, but weren’t surprised. You text your friend to let her know. It had been a full hour since you two had said your goodnights and headed up to your rooms. She was probably asleep, but you needed someone to talk to

-that’s too bad - how is the PP coming?

-it’s ok. I have some help so that’s been nice. Maybe 1 more hour.

You looked at the clock. It was late. Who was the help? Miss BP? You furrowed your brow.

-oh that’s cool u have some help. I think i’m going 2 fall asleep soon. Gnight 🌚

-night princess

You grinned at his response, and found it hard to sleep.

***

Your alarm blared. Slightly hung over, you groaned and checked your messages after snoozing it.

Your friend was awake already.

-i’m eating! I feel Alive today! Come join me when you’re up ♥️

You text back to give you 20 minutes. Then you read the other text you had. It was a marketing text. Dammit. You showered and got into your traveling clothing. Going down, you text both Boba and your friend what you were up to.

Making it to the table, you sipped your oj and black coffee. “Lemme tell you, I needed either 1 less drink or 2 more glasses of water last night,” you lamented.

She laughed, “You have a bit of a pallor. But not too bad. So tell me, any News?”

”No,” You downed your oj for the sugar rush.

“Fuck. Well he’s probably heads down on his PowerPoint, you know.”

”He said he had help last night, who do you think it was?”

”Oh my gosh, don’t go down that rabbit hole… probably like the CEO or something since it seems like a big client.”

You thought of Miss Beauty Pageant. Looking around casually, you didn’t see her. You checked the time. “I gotta go back to my room and pack; I have 30 minutes until I need to catch a shuttle to the airport,” you complained. You hugged your friend goodbye, “Let’s have a friend-cation soon!” You hurriedly took the elevator to your room.

As you packed, you decided texting him one more time was not, in fact, desperate.

-im leaving in like 10. Let me know how the presentation goes. I’m sure it’ll be amazing ✨

-ty princess, c u in CA

His reply was immediate. You tried to be casual about it but you could barely focus on getting yourself to the airport.

***
Your plane had just landed. You sat nervously, waiting to be told you could turn your airplane mode off. Would you have a text waiting from Hot Guy?

Your phone pinged several times. Twice was your friend. One was your neighbor. The last was. Yes. You clicked into Boba’s messages. He’d sent you several over the course of your flight.

-about to start. Hope flight is good

-ok, here i go… 😬

-ok it was fine. We’re sending the contract 2 legal to redline…. I think we have a huge sale coming in

-should make u bean counters happy 😃

-im omw to ✈️ now… late flight

-thinking of u. I like those pix you send me, u know

You tried to Be Normal, but ended up making a little squee noise to yourself. You decided to formulate a response and focused on deplaning. In the Lyft back home, you finally text a response.

-hope ur in the air now. Im omw home in lyft… tired!

-still @ airport.having drinks w some of my team who are randomly here

You thought of Miss BP. Surely, not.

-cool! But sucks your flight still isn’t even boarding

-ikr. I wish we had been on same flight!

-me 2

-let’s make plans for lunch. Send me ur availability

The two of you landed on the following Sunday. You would have brunch at a very cute restaurant you sometimes went to. You were extremely excited to take him there.

-u’ll like it

-bet. Ok, now i need to head to gate. Talk later!

-bye

-bye princess

***

You growled at your stupid LinkedIn feed. Miss BP had posted a selfie of herself and Boba at the airport… having drinks. It was allegedly in celebration of a “big win.” Fuck. Dammit. You tried to tell yourself that he’d made brunch plans with you, not her. Well, at least that you knew of. Where did she live? You sleuthed and found she lived in SoCal. Damn. Too close. You viewed her LinkedIn profile in Private Mode. She had an impressive resume, which only made her more annoying. Okay. You put your phone down. Time to relax about this.

But you couldn’t. You found her Instagram and facebook. She had posted the photo on these platforms as well. Annoyed, you text your friend to commiserate. She consoled you.

-bitch. Who does she think she is? He’s urs anyways. You already laid claim

Had you? You text Boba in a fit of uncertainty.

-hi. Still on for this weekend?

You smiled at his immediate response.

-yup. How u doing? Recover from the offsite yet?

You laughed.

-yeah, lol. U?

-mostly. Working too much to have time to think about it. That new client is really demanding, but gonna be a big win for us. Tell u more over brunch xx

You grinned and set your phone down. Then you picked it up and text your friend again.

-he text me “xx” that means something right?

-yes bitch! Send him another 🌶 pic to remind him the hot stuff he’s dealing w

You considered it. You weren’t really a big selfie person, but it suddenly seemed like a noble cause. Okay. What to wear. You dove into your underwear drawer, looking for something sexy.

***

You sat primly, drinking your mimosa. You had arrived 20 minutes early out of excitement, but it’d been worth it. You got a table with an ocean view. As you waited, you casually launched your plan. You sent the spicy nude you’d worked on for 30 minutes the other day. It had come out nicely. You hit Send and waited.

-hi. Imma crash my car if u send me another one of those

You grinned. Perfect.

-ok send me another 1

Your grin grew wider. You sent your second favorite pic.

-ur 2 sexy. Im parking. Running over. Can’t wait 2c u

You smiled mischievously and sipped your beverage again.

***

You sat back in your car seat and did a small scream. Just a small one. You had aced lunch. And now you had a weekend date.

“Hi,” Boba had snuck up behind you and was kissing your cheek before you knew it. Smiling very widely, you giggled a hello. He sat as you sipped your mimosa, trying to compose yourself. He picked the second mimosa off the table. “I see you’re ready for me? So, this is what brunch is all about?” You clinked glasses gently with him.

“Yup,” you said before you both took a sip.

“So,” he settled in to his seat and picked up the menu. “That’s a nice outfit, but it’s not the same as the one you just sent me. Is that one… underneath this one?”

You smiled mischievously, “You’ll have to see if you can find out.”

He grinned, “I intend to.”

Just then the waiter came up to see if you were ready. Boba ordered easily, choosing a traditional omelet and a latte. You got your favorite meal, which the waiter said was the best on the menu, in his opinion. You smiled politely as he took both your menus.

“So, what’s the deal with the new client?” You asked, debating if you should initiate footsie.

“Oh, that’s boring, let’s talk about something else…” He sipped his mimosa.

“Hmm, okay, well I guess I’ll see soon enough, on paper anyway,” you joked. “I do see all the invoices that go out, you know.”

He nodded, “So let’s talk about something else. Like, have you ever seen The Birds?”

”The one with Audrey Hepburn? Yeah, my parents let me watch it as a kid and, well… long story short I was terrified of my Gramma’s parakeet after that.”

He laughed, “Sorry, that’s terrible. Okay, forget I said that. Do you like quaint towns?”

”Yeah? Like the one we’re in already?”

”Quainter.”

”Oh?” You challenged.

“Let me prove it to you. I’ll show you. Come with me up the coast next month sometime.” He sat back as his meal arrived. You thanked the waiter as he set your food down in front of you. But then you considered his words and got hot. You sipped your ice water to recuperate.


“Yeah, okay,” you said after a moment, “I’m down. Where should I make a reservation?”

”I’ll take care of everything. You just have to come.”

You smiled shyly, feeling spoiled already. “Okay, how many days am I packing for?”

”Like, 3? Can you take a Friday off? We can leave Thursday evening and stay until Sunday.”

You agreed immediately and pulled out your phone. You were going to Lock This In. You pulled up your calendar and set it on the table. Starting to eat, you asked about specific dates. “Whenever you want, I get 1 flex Friday a month that I can take off.” Boba offered you some of his omelet, “Try this, it’s super good…”

The rest of brunch had been spent openly flirting and sharing dessert. The waiter had either made the conscious choice to bring only one spoon, or had forgotten the second one. Either way, you and Boba rolled with it and shared the spoon.

Afterwards, he had walked you to your car. Chatting quietly, you arrived all too soon.

“Well, I’ll see you in two weeks…” He started. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck. He stopped himself short and kissed you softly, pulling you closer. You closed the distance and smooshed yourself into him. He countered by pushing you backwards into your car passenger door. You were content, sandwiched between Boba and your car.

His hands slowly went downwards and then upwards, pulling your dress up slowly. He kissed from your mouth down your throat to your collarbones. His hands kept pulling upward. You felt you skin being exposed to the sunshine and air.

Grinding himself into your thigh, his hand went up your dress and between your legs. “I wanna see if you’re wearing that lingerie set you sent me that pic of earlier…” He pulled your panties down and off you. They fell to the ground. “Hm… looks like they are.. but what about the top?”

He pulled back slightly to unbutton the top three buttons, exposing your bra. “Hmm, yup. It’s the same… that’s really sexy.” He kissed you hard as a hand returned to under your dress, grabbing your bare ass. He used his other hand to undo his pants slowly.

“You want this?” He asked softly, kissing you gently again.

”Oh please, yes,” You murmured.

His grip turned hard as he slid his cock between your legs. You groaned in desire and impatience. He coated himself in your wetness, moaning your name obscenely as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Fuck, princess.” He found your entrance and pushed into you hurriedly, “I can’t wait to fuck you senseless.” He rammed up into you hard and fast, both hands going to your ass as he held you in place.

“Be quiet, or someone from around the corner will hear…” Boba teased you. You tried to keep your moans to yourself as he slid one hand up and yanked your bra down. Grabbing your bare tit, Boba kissed you hard before purring into your ear, “You’re such a good girl for me. Taking me so good… this pussy’s mine. I’ll keep you satisfied.”

You leaned your head back as he kissed your throat. He started fucking you hard and slow, each thrust hitting deep in your pussy. “Cum for me, princess… I wanna feel you cum on me.” Continuing to murmur nasty thoughts to you, he pounded into you, keeping the pace steady and hard.

His strong hands went to your ass, where he squeezed possessively. “Nasty girl, letting me fuck you in public… cum for me so I know you’re mine,” Boba’s voice was a deadly purr.

The fire in your pussy exploded outward, making your limbs weak and your heart nearly beat out of your chest. You came hard, pussy clamping down on him as you whined softly. “Good girl, princess, my gorgeous girl…” Boba fucked you until you leaned forward to kiss him, totally spent. Then he quickly helped you fix your clothing as the two of you kissed gently, murmuring sweet nothings. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. Sighing, you were content.

“Get a room!” Someone chided as they walked past. You and Boba both chuckled darkly to each other.

“If only they knew,” Boba said quietly after they had gotten in their car. “Well, I should probably let you go… also I have some work to do for that new client waiting at home…”

You sighed wistfully, wanting more time. But, you reminded yourself you’d have him to yourself for a weekend in two week’s time. You straightened up and tried to sound sensible, “Okay. I got uhm… some chores at home. Hope you don’t have to spend too much time on work; that new client is really something I guess.”

”You have no idea,” Boba murmured. But he continued in a warmer tone, “Can’t wait to spend more time with you, soon. I’ll be in touch with details. Okay.” He leaned in for one more kiss. You accepted it gladly. “Bye,” he let go and turned to walk away. You watched him go, enjoying the view but having a sad feeling in your chest all the same.

You turned to your car, stooping to pick up your panties. Smiling to yourself, you got in and closed the car door.

[counterfictional]

OK. change of plans, we're going to do these prompts because they seems short n' sweet.

Prompt link by @local-xenogender-icon

Thank you for posting this prompt, it was very nice to do.

Alterhuman alphabet!

(feel free to copy, paste, fill in and credit me!)

A - awakening

When did you realise you are an alterhuman? At what age, how long ago?

2013-2014. It was due to youtube videos about otherkin/therian wolf packs after a rabbit hole of looking at werewolf things.

B - balance

Does your identity affect your social life (school, work, ect.)? Does it cause troubles or not?

No. It's not something that gets shown through.

C - city

Do you live in a city? If yes, is it hard for you to be away from nature? Does your therio/kintype even need nature?

Won't say where exactly we live aside we don't live by a beach, which can be a nice ol' kin trigger. Nature is always nice. The ocean is very nice. Do I need it? I can live without it. After all, this isn't a seafaring body.

D - diary

Do you have a diary about your alterhuman experiences? If not, do you want to start one?

I have not. I should. That would be nice, to try and encourage more experiences. I usually take note of plural experiences because time in/around tlpa community, so I have internet journals worth of sporadic activity concerning internal non-singular affairs.

E - experience in the community

What is your experience and thoughts about the alterhuman community?

I don't like the system discourse seeping in, it is scaring me and it makes me think people are not understanding what it means to disqualify these experiences. I'm confused about quadrobics. I'm always saddened about fictionkin's dilution, though that is from outside in. I do think we need less posts about the community itself and more experience posts. There's a reason why the online conventions are always more enthralling, and that's because they bind together love for sharing experiences.

F - friends

Have you told your friends about your identity?

Hmm... I am open about it online. I don't directly tell people.

G - gear

Do you have any gear? If yes, is it handmade or bought?

No.

Funny to think, cosplay could count as gear in this situation. Would I wear cosplay...... perhaps? Perhaps...

I - identity

What is (are) your therio/kintype(s)?

I boil it down to OC and fictional salmon shark (Syakesan, but I'm certain I may have went by the game's english translation: Sal). My very first kintype was kitsune, though not really sure we're that or not anymore. It is there as a shadow, and I do have some respect for Inari still.

J - jokes

Do you like to make little jokes about your identity or is it rather serious for you?

Life's a comedian and I am a joke. There's truth in jest.

I can joke about it but it is serious for me, yes. The absurdity and the brevity of it.

K - knowledge

In scale of 1-10, how big do you think your knowledge about alterhumans is? Are you new to this topic?

Not new. 8. If you ask me for advice I'll sugar coat it with "I think's" and "I could be wrong's".

L - liking, loving

Do you like your therio/kintype(s)? Do you love or dislike it/them?

Love yourself, right? I have trouble with that!

I only hope people don't try to believe I think bad bad things are OK. What a pain.

N - nature

Does your therio/kintype live in the wild, or rather not? (E.g. it's a house pet, or it's a robot.)

I lived in a house. In the sea. Suburbia?

O - otherhearted

Are you also otherhearted? If yes, what is your kithtype(s)?

Oh geeeeeeez there's some characters out there that remind me of me. I have to restrain my petty little mind from grasping onto them in any way, including otherheart. Akechi Goro reminds me of me only because it reminds me of Sal me. Playing that game (persona) was an experience!

P - popularity

Is your therio/kintype "popular" or is it rather rare?

....I'm........... popular to some.... Oh, there's some me's out there. I salute to theeem. And for OC, well I am one of a kind <3~

R - real body

Do you feel good about your psychical body? Do you experience gender dysphoria?

I have to separate myself from my body. It's fine, but the body is jarring. Aha...

S - sex

Does therio/kintype have a different sex than you?

Nope, I is I.

T - traits

What are your alterhuman traits? (E.g. a need to hunt, bark, ect.)

The need to.... uhm.... hm... See, though I'm a shark I'm pretty humany. I don't have the desire for the hunt. The need to mope. The desire to hate myself. The want for something more.

Urges

If you have a theriotype, are you good at controlling your animalistic urges? Do they bother you?

Rawr! I haven't an urge in the slightest.

We do get claws and teeth. The symbolic wolf of fear and anger. But that's different.

W - wondering

How do you think you would look like, if you could psychically shapeshift into your therio/kintype? (Describe or put an inage here!)

White guy.

Y - yarn

If you wanted to buy/make a tail, would it be real fur or fake/yarn fur?

Deep down (like if you put a shovel to the dirt only slightly-- that deep), I want a canine tail. That'd be fun to wear. Yes. Any kind of fur.

Z - zoo

How do you feel about zoos (a place)? Are they good or bad in your opinion? Do you want to go there to meet your theriotype (if you are a therian).

Not the expert. Think aquariums are great, or some of them. I see the sharks and go hello there, suckers! In all seriousness, do really love going to aquariums. Love it to bits, more than the zoo.

[pikevin]

On the nature of me and creativity

I would like to start this out by saying that I have unfollowed nearly everyone who I followed on Tumblr. I don't think I followed anyone new since 2015, so it was interesting to see who had posted since then, or rather, who had stopped. many went on to post into this most recent year, but several stopped. Many stopped in 2019-2020. A few stopped even earlier.

I hadn't made a post here since 2015 since I was devastated with issues of the heart. I find myself drawn back here, and here is how. On nights such as these, when I am stressed and cannot seem to do anything productive, I go down the usual rabbit holes. Twitter was boring, and Reddit got repetitive, so I went into the cesspool that is 4chan's /lit/erature board. Please don't think that I align myself with them, but they often have good book recommendations. I learned of the novel Death Comes for the Archbishop. I did not have the novel, nor did I know someone who did, and since I am financially tight right now, I added it to my "Want to read" list on Goodreads. What makes the big difference here is that I was using my laptop and not my phone for all this, so I had the particular displeasure of clearly seeing my profile picture at the top of the screen. I was 18 when I took that. It was over 10 years ago, and I am now nearly 30.

---

To put it wildly, I fell back in time. I thought about where I was then, I had just started college. I had a new computer, new iPad, but I wasn't ready for anything. I definitely wasn't ready with any remote sense of self-control. I somehow managed to make it through that first semester. In fact, that's misleading. I sailed through the first semester, fueled by brilliance, over-confidence, and a competitive spirit, I absolutely soared, making A's and high B's. I thought I was ready.

It was the next semester that killed me. It was that semester where I had to put in actual work or else, I would not learn what I needed to know. I am still bad at putting in hard work; I am better, but still bad. This was the semester where I managed to scrape by. I was in differential equations, got a D, I didn't do the homework. I was in modern physics, got a C or a B-. One of my computer classes had me crying, not because of the difficulty of the material, just because it required work and I had waited until the last minute, and I was panicking.

My friend Michael went to Texas A&M. They didn't have a full physics program, so I didn't go there; being an asshole I told him I wasn't going to A&M because he was going there. There is some truth in that as well. Part of why I didn't go to Texas A&M is because he was going there, I had followed him for a long time. A problem I have is that I cling onto people.

I met Michael in the 3rd grade. He wasn't my best friend then and we had separate classes. He was in the smarter classes, and I was in the regular ones. An Issue that kept me in the regular classes was that I developed a deep anxiety tied with writing stemming from my bad handwriting. I can't say I had friends early on in third grade, I just played whatever was being played. I did have a best friend soon and his name was Pearce, and I did everything he did. He would come over to my house every day and we would play GTA or whatever I had. He kept his PS2 in his backpack. Pearce left pretty quickly at the end of 4th grade, but I was able to transition pretty easily then.

In 4th grade we played together at recess and that is when I really grew to know Michael, we had a Kirby club and would meet under one of the forts. When 5th grade started it was just the two of us. In middle school we were still friends and we had lunch together, but I started making what could be friends in my other classes, again we didn't have the same classes.

Middle school went pretty well, band kept me busy, but I never got far because I never practiced, I wouldn't continue band in high school. One could say that I didn't really socialize at all. I remember an incident in 6th grade where I was bullied. I don't think it was targeted at me, but this kid was slapping kid using the air dryer, and I was a week kid and I cried, and I told a teacher, and he was punished. I was not an angel either then. I wanted to be cool for some other kids, so I tripped a kid with a walking condition, I felt awful then and I feel awful now. I didn't own up to it and said it was an accident. I like to think that I haven't done anything so purposelessly cruel since then.

In 7th and 8th grade, my best friend was Paulo. He liked anime and manga just like I did. That friendship evaporated in high school, as I didn't keep in touch.

In high school, I started having lunch with Michael again not immediately, but I found him, it was then when I went into a real follower. Michael convinced me to join computer science, which I had no interest in until he had taught me to program my calculator and that sparked my interest. That spark turned into a fire and for several years, I would identify with programming as a great love. I would say it has waned in recent years, but I did get my master's in it.

I also joined the social studies club because Jason asked me to. I think, most of what I did was because other people wanted me there.

We had a club in high school called the Japanese Art Club, that was probably the only club that I joined because I wanted to join. It faded away my senior year. Call it poor management.

I didn't want to continue following Michael, and I already was in on the research happening at UH. So that is where I studied physics. In that first semester I had a job as research technician, but I was fired because I wasn't doing the work fast enough. I was barely doing it at all, I had to be self-motivated, still have trouble with that. The person keeping me motivated in my classwork was Jacky. I glommed onto her pretty quickly as and she was my motivation to work hard in my classes that first semester. Then she left.

That second semester I didn't have anyone, and I couldn't connect with the sibling of mine who was going there. I nearly flunked out in the next two semesters.

I went to Wharton County Junior College later to get my core courses done. And since it was all online, I got a job. I started tutoring and that is when I met Diana. I don't think I ever got attached to someone so fast. So, she was my rock for the next year and a half and then she left to get a better job elsewhere.

Long started at the same tutoring center right after her and he and I were fast friends, that was until COVID, and everything went online, and I went stir crazy. I accepted a job from a previous employer and started tutoring somewhat in person again, and worked with an old colleague and my brother, but then my brother started public school teaching in November, and I followed him and started teaching that next August.

There I attached myself to Jessica, and while I admit that I did have a crush early on, it went away quickly. She and I still work together.

---

I think I am a pretty self-aware person. I have attachment issues and issues with putting in effort. Things I struggle with are cleaning, dishes, laundry, reading, sticking to a television show, getting my students work graded in a timely manner.

Most of all I struggle to write. In one of my blind spots of self-awareness I cannot determine whether the want of perfection in writing stems from my earlier anxiety, or if it is an excuse for me to avoid putting in real effort.

I think to the authors George R. R. Martin and John McCrae. George R.R. Martin has been working on the Winds of Winter since 2011, and John McCrae writes nearly 7,000 words a week.

I feel I can land somewhere between that and yet, here I am.

Nothing I write is perfect and nothing I write do I ever want anybody to read.

When I have written, and written well, was when I was writing for someone, someone who wanted to hear the stories I wanted to tell.

[pairadots]

20 Things I Hate About You

More specifcally, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker.

I hadn't watched the last movie because I was annoyed by the Suddenly Palpatine of Rey. It was a blatant bait and switch that I found insulting and had no plans to watch it. After my recent trip to Disneyland I changed my mind. Here are my thoughts as it progressed.

1. Palpatine is alive? He was thrown, sparking, into a nuclear reactor. There is nothing left to rebuild. They do not have the technology. I call bullshit.

2. The pacing is a bit manic for my taste. Can we slow it down a snooch? You're giving me anxiety.

3. Why does a random stranger kid care about Rey's family name?

4. C-3PO went from lovably annoying to a complete narcissistic twat. Was it the red arm?

5. "I never told you Rey". He still didn't.

6. Suddenly Rey can heal when it's never been done before? I call bullshit.

7. Sudenly Rey and Kylo are strong enough to "force" transport ships around, also, when it's never been done before. More bullshit.

8. Hux was the spy? The pile of bullshit is really starting to reek. A life-long military man who worked his way up to general doesn't suddenly switch sides cause he hates someone he sees as beneath him.

9. Leia dies because she's sad? This is that same Padme bullshit all over again. The strongest women in the galaxy don't just die because they're sad. Misogynist garbage.

10. The force suddenly hands out light sabers? I'm getting really tired of all these rabbits out of the hat.

11. They land on a star destroyer they are trying to take down, kamikaze style. There aren't enough resistance fighters. Let's do the most reckless thing possible, shall we?

12. FUCKEN HORSES!?!?

13. Marionette Palpatine?! Fucken weekend at Bernie's much?

14. Come on Palpatine. "Here, come watch your friends die." Cause that worked so well with Luke.

15. More rabbits. How big is this hat? Palpatine can suddenly take their powers. I'm ready to start throwing my remote across the room.

16. All the random resistance fighters all show up at once. "You guys get a group rate or something?"

17. The cannon has a fucken extension cord!!! How stupid do you think we are?!

18. The suggestion that all the first order defectors did so because they're force sensitive. Having the force doesn't give you morals. There would be no sith.

19. I want out of this rabbit hole. Now suddenly Kylo can bring people back from the dead. No one's ever done that before either.

20. Rey is not a Skywalker. You purposely tried to trick us into believing she was. Dick move all around. Stop sticking to it.

Now I'm seeing the trailer for the next one. Lord's saints preserve us. I don't know if I can take much more of this.

May the force be with us all.

[outerbankspreferences]

50 Wordless Ways To Say I Love You - Drew Starkey

#22. Listening to them while they vent

Word Count: 1930

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

 It had been three weeks since you and Drew had officially gone public with your relationship. It was something he was more nervous about then you. Drew had watched firsthand the struggle Rudy and Elaine went through and he didn’t want to expose you to that form of hate. The two of you had talked about before, but Drew was always hesitant insisting you guys wait.

 At first you thought he might be embarrassed of you and your relationship. You weren’t famous, and you didn’t really enjoy all the attention on social media. That’s what made you agree to go on date with Drew in the first place. He wasn’t stuck up and posting his whole life on social media like everyone else.

 You had assured Drew that you would be fine, and you wouldn’t let the hateful comments get to you. In all honesty, you hadn’t really expected to get much hate. You figured that there would be some, everyone loved Drew, but you were hoping that his fans were able to see how happy you guys were together. Both Elaine and Maddie C. had warned you not to be naïve about it, but you were too stubborn to listen.

 You and Drew had both made a post to your social media accounts of pictures you had taken together through quarantine and filming season two. You had also gone ahead and made all your social media public, so if his fans wanted to, they could follow you too. All your friends had congratulated you guys, and Drew’s cast mates did the same thing.

 The day after you guys had gone public you had checked your Instagram in the morning like you always did and noticed that lots of people had commented on the pictures you guys had posted. Not half as many commented on yours as they did Drew’s and when you felt happy when you first started reading the comments. Most of them were wonderful and kind while others were hateful. You brushed off the mean comments and choose to reply to some of his fans that were being kind to you guys.

 Drew had figured that with all the hype of filming for season two coming to an end, your guy’s relationship would be the last thing the fans cared about. He worried about you and didn’t want to see you hurt over what people would say. He had heard the horror stories from Rudy and Chase about how much hate their significant others went through, and he didn’t want to risk that for you.

 Drew had kept a close eye on you for the first couple weeks to make sure you weren’t spending too much time on your phone. He also always checked your social media and the comments, coming to your defense if needed. He knew firsthand how easy it was to fall down a rabbit hole of reading hateful comments about yourself and what it can do to your self esteem. All the cast had kept a close eye on you. You were the only one who never used Instagram, and they all knew how much you hated the attention on yourself so when you guys started to go public Drew had asked them to discretely keep a close on eye you when he couldn’t.

 Maddie B. had brought it up one night when you were over at her place for wine. The two of you had been talking when you checked a notification on your phone assuming it was Drew, but Maddie watched the way your face dropped when you looked at your phone. “Is everything okay?” She asked completely forgetting what she had been talking about.

 You moved around in your seat pulling your knees to your chest. “Uh yeah fine, I guess. Just the hate gets to be too much I guess.” You spoke up suddenly becoming much more interested in your drink. “Have you talked to Drew about any of this?” She questioned farther. “No, I told him I would be fine if we went public. I just don’t want to upset him, y’know?” You responded almost questioning you reasoning. “I think you should say something to him about it, he’ll understand Y/N.” Whether you said anything to Drew or not, Madison would, so you took the easy way out and decided to talk to him about.

 When you got home, Drew was sitting on the couch playing a video game with Austin. The two of them were hollering at the television when you got into the apartment. Nether had noticed you even came until you dropped your bag on the couch next to Austin. “Jesus Christ Y/N. you gave me a heart attack.” Austin chuckled to himself, before moving over so you could sit between them. “Sorry, what are you guys playing?” You asked grabbing at the bag of chips that they had been eating. “Call of Duty (sorry I don’t play video games, it’s the only one I know lol)” Drew spoke up shifting so you could lean into his chest.

 You watched the two of them play for a little while when you decided to take a shower. You and Drew lived in separate apartments, but you had kept some of your things over at his place for when you spent the night. “I’m going to get in the shower.” You spoke kissing Drew in the cheek before getting up. “Do you mind getting me another drink before you go love?” Drew asked giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You smirked at him, “yeah of course, you want one too Aust?” You asked the blonde next to you. “No, I’m good, thanks though.”

 Once you got his drink you headed towards Drew’s room to grab some clothes. You figured a hot shower would make you feel better and then you could finally talk to Drew about what was going on. You turned the water on and waited for the bathroom to heat up before hopping in the shower. Once you got in you realized that you didn’t have any shampoo or conditioner at Drew’s place. You sighed before grabbing his and using that instead. You stood there letting the water roll down your face, your mind wandering to a place you were trying to avoid. All the comments you had read coming back to you and you hadn’t realized you were crying until your eyes started to burn. It was one of those silent sobs not wanting the boys to hear you.

 Once you got out you dried yourself off before changing into your shorts and one of Drew’s t-shirts. You looked in the mirror, wiping your face with a cold cloth trying to cool your skin so it didn’t look like you had just cried your eyes out. You took a deep shaky breath before opening the bathroom door. You looked down the hallway and the apartment was now dark and you assumed everyone had gone to bed, so you head towards Drew’s room. You opened the door to see Drew laying on his bed shirtless. “How was you shower bub?” He asked scrolling through his phone. “Uh- it was good, but I didn’t have any shampoo left so I used yours. I hope that’s okay.” You spoke throwing your clothes in the laundry basket. “If it was such a nice shower, why were you crying?” Drew asked and he didn’t need to see you to know you were caught in a lie. He had walked by the bathroom planning on joining you when he heard your quite sobs. He decided to let you have your moment and question you when you got out. It broke his heart to watch you hide your feelings from him. “I got soap in my eyes.” You lied even though you knew he wouldn’t believe you. “A lot of crying for soap in your eyes. Please Y/N, talk to me. I just want to help.” Drew spoke softly, getting up from the bed coming over to you.

 He wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder inhaling the smell of his shampoo in your hair. “You can trust me I just want to help you.” He whispered into your skin. That was all it took for you to lose it all over again, crying for the second time that night. This time it wasn’t silent, it was loud and broke Drew’s heart all over again. Your body went weak into his and he sat you both on the floor while you cried into his neck. Austin had heard the commotion from his room and ran in only to see you being held tightly in Drew’s grip. Austin gave his friend and understanding nod, and slowly closed the door giving you two some space. You clung onto Drew like he was going to slip away any second. “Please love, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong.” He spoke softly not wanting to overwhelm you.

 “I don’t know what I did Drew. I tried so hard to get them to like me. I thought posting pictures of us together and pictures of you would make them happy. I thought they would be happy for us. I thought it wouldn’t bother me, and now it’s all I can do is read everything they’re saying about me. I mean they’ve been saying awful things. And I just don’t know what I did to them.” You got out over choked sobs and long stutters.

 Drew didn’t need to wonder who you were talking about he had seen some of the comments on your social media. He figured if it was something you couldn’t handle that you would come to him but clearly, he was wrong. He was angry with himself for not seeing that you were hurting, and angry at his so called ‘fans’ for treating you the way they had. He sat quietly waiting for you to calm down again. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there for when your breathing had normalled. When he thought that it was okay to speak, he took your face gently in his hands guiding you to look at him, “oh baby, it’s okay. I wish you would have come to me sooner. I could’ve helped you.” He spoke softly as too not overwhelm you more. “What can I do to help you?” He asked searching your eyes for answer but all he could find were tears.

 “Just hold me please. I just want to be with you.” You whispered, and despite the hot tears running down your face Drew placed a soft kiss to your lips. Drew wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight grip moving you guys to his bed while you clung onto him like koala. Once he got you both settled comfortably, he spoke again, “what they’re saying about you isn’t true Y/N. They don’t know you like I do, like we all do. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met. Please don’t believe what they’re saying. They’re just jealous of how amazing, talented and beautiful you are my love.” His words almost made you start to cry again, and you could tell how sincere he was being. You snuggled your head further into his chest and inhaled his comforting scent. ���I love you, Drew.” You whispered and thought maybe he didn’t hear you, but his grip tightens around you and he kissed the top of your head. “I love you too beautiful.”

TAGLIST: @lemur46 @taylathornton @drewstarkeysbitchh @jjmaybankzz

[emeraldbabygirl]

Mr. Pickles

Genre: smut hahahaha the bookends

Warnings/kinks: threesome, butt stuff uhhhh yeah :)

Length: it’s sweet :) haha it’s like not too much :(

“If you need us we’ll be out on the patio!” your mom called as you made your way to your bedroom. Your parents had been wanting to meet your boyfriend for a couple months now but you had no idea how to tell them that you were kind of dating two men at the same time. Hwalchan was your boyfriend as that was the story you told your parents and other family members but you never said anything to them about Uiyeon. Uiyeon was Hwalchan’s friend and to be honest you were still getting used to dating two men yourself so you never did much with him alone. Uiyeon himself was more of a watcher when it came to doing anything with you and Hwalchan. You definitely were not going to show up for the first time and tell your beloved parents that you were in a relationship with two men at once so you just said your boyfriend and his friend were coming over. Luckily they didn’t question it.

The trip upstairs was quiet. You studied Uiyeon and Hwalchan observing the house, taking in the pictures covering the walls and admiring the general setup of the house. Finally you got to your room. Upon entering you heard one of them stifle a laugh. You made your way to the bed and plopped down. “What’s so funny Uiyeon?” you questioned. Hwalchan and Uiyeon took in your room. “Well, there’s a lot of pink.” Uiyeon said walking around your room. You looked at all the pink colored items around, the pink curtains, the pink rug, the pink and white desk with the matching chair, the pink hanging lights, all the pink pillows and the pink throw you had at the foot of your bed. “I liked pink okay? I haven’t been in this room since I moved out. My parents left everything the same.”

“But princess you still like pink.” Hwalchan declared pointing to your choice of clothing. Expect for your white socks and your blue jeans your shirt and jacket and hair clips were all pink. “Well I still like pink.” you pouted. Hwalchan smiled sitting down next to you on the bed, Uiyeon joining you on the other side. “Who’s this?” Uiyeon asked picking up a stuffed pink rabbit. “That’s Mr. Pickles!” You exclaimed taking it out of Uiyeon’s arms and into yours. They both laughed. “I was three and a half when I got him and I named him pickles cause that was my favorite word.” you explained pouting. Hwalchan scooted closer to you moving your hair out of your face. “Baby you’re so precious aren’t you?” Hwalchan cooed. You froze as you felt one of his hands on your thigh. You let out the smallest gasp as his hand squeezed your thigh through your jeans. “Your room is so innocent and cute.” he said his lips grazing against your next trying to distract you from the movement that was his hand sliding up your thigh.

“O-of c-course it is. It’s my childhood b-bedroom. You stuttered feeling another hand on you. You turned your head over to Uiyeon who had his hand under your shirt slowly making his way up to your breast. Uiyeon wasn’t much of a talker surprisingly when it came to sex as he felt little comments were a waste of time. “But you’re the complete opposite. All the things you tell Uiyeon that you’re too afraid to tell me. Like how you want to be fucked on your childhood bed.” At this time you let out a much louder gasp as Uiyeon gave one of your breasts a harsh squeeze. To keep you quiet and distracted Hwalchan smashed his lips into yours his hand now cupping you right where he wanted. You squeezed your thigh shut as he started rubbing your through your jeans. Uiyeon continuing playing with your breasts his hot breath fanning against your neck followed by his soft lips leaving small kisses against your skin. 

“Y-you want to f-fuck me on my bed?” you asked when Hwalchan broke the kiss. You stared into Hwalchan’s eyes and down to his cute smile. “Of course princess. Don’t you want your two favorite men to ruin you on your cute pink bed?” Hwalchan’s words had you hungry and without another word your top was off and you were laying under them as they touch every inch of you. Uiyeon finally decided to use his lips and teeth on your breasts instead of his hands and Hwalchan’s hand was down your unbuttoned jeans teasing at your opening. 

You let out soft and needy moans as time went on. Your moans turned into whimpers when you were over Hwalchan pushing yourself down on his cock. “What if we break my bed?” you asked. Uiyeon had a grip on your hips teasing your backdoor with his tip, “we’ll be careful baby.” 

As Hwachan fucked into you you felt Uiyeon enter your ass causing you to cry out lowering yourself on Hwalchan’s chest. “Is it too much? Do want me to stop?” Uiyeon asked concerned over how uncomfortable your cry sounded. Hwalchan watched you raise up tears streaming down your pink cheeks your pussy clenching around his cock. “No, no it’s just..god Uiyeon I didn’t expect you to feel so fucking big back there.” Uiyeon chuckled pushing his cock in further. “I’m sorry you just have the cutest little pucker and it makes my cock so big and hungry. 

Uiyeon laid under you his cock now nice and snug in your ass as he held your legs apart for Hwalchan. “You’re so cute like this. God getting to fuck you like this on your pink bed hell even your cute pussy is pink isn’t that just precious.” You whined as your wall clenched around air. Your hands reached for the pink throw to give it a squeeze as it felt like Uiyeon was ripping your ass to shreds. “Hwalchan don’t say such things i-it’s embarrassing.” You looked away. Hwalchan chuckled and slid himself right into your pussy thrusting as fast as he can. “Oh I know but you like it when I say such things don’t you? You’re such a slutty little baby aren’t you. You whined at his words. 

Hwalchan’s grip on your hips was tight as he rammed his cock into you over and over again. His hair was wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead his tongue sticking out from panting. You watched through blurred vision as his muscles tensed up at each thrust. His finger tips were surely going to leave bruises. Tears streamed down your cheeks as both men chased their highs getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. Uiyeon was a mess under you as his hands were everywhere squeezing and slapping your breasts wrapping his hand around your throat. His teeth were leaving deep marks into your neck and every time your ass clenched around his cock he hissed biting you even harder. You were definitely going to be covered in bruises and you had no turtlenecks.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking precious,” Uiyeon growled into your ear from behind you. “You like getting your holes destroyed on your childhood bed? Gonna shoot my white milk all over your pink bed.” your body shook over Hwalchan’s as the boys switched positions again. Your back arching and your breasts jiggling at each thrust from Uiyeon. He was moving your entire body with each thrust and you and Hwalchan were both close to cumming. Hwalchan looked totally fucked out himself as he lay panting under you his thrust getting sloppy and even he began to moan and whine a little. “I’m gonna cum soon princess, are you gonna cum too? Cum for me princess you can do it.” As if a switch flipped in you your orgasm came crashing fast your thighs shaking uncontrollably. Hwalchan’s cock felt like it was growing inside you before he shot his hot seed all over your insides. Hwalchan’s moaning was so hot and so lewd that it caused you to cum another time with Uiyeon following his cum shooting quickly into your ass. 

Uiyeon pulled out his cum still flying landing on your back, ass and thighs and even getting some on your bed spread and Mr. Pickles. Hwalchan was panting like crazy with cum still oozing out of his tip as well his cock twitching every time. You slowly and carefully tried to lower yourself onto your bed trying to find your balance but when your folds accidently came into contact with Hwalchan’s tip more cum came out of you. A cry came out as well as your whole body felt numb. You felt Uiyeon’s hand behind you hold you up and gently lay you down beside Hwalchan. Uiyeon didn’t take long to come down from his high and soon Hwalchan followed but you were still feeling loopy and out of it. “Do you think we went too hard with her? Maybe I shouldn’t have tried the anal huh?” Uiyeon asked moving your hair out of your face. Hwalchan’s hands ran up and down your arms gently kissing the parts of you that weren’t super sensitive like your shoulders and forehead. “No I think she’ll be alright she’s just sensitive is all.” 

When you felt back in your own body again you snuggled into Uiyeon giving him little kisses. You were still needy and now wanted more. “More, I need more.” you said turning over to Hwalchan and reaching for his cock. Hwalchan quickly grabbed your hand before you could touch him. “No princess I’m still a little sensitive myself, besides, we should probably go down and talk with your parents and all that. They’re probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” You whined turning over to Uiyeon again. You gave him puppy eyes. “He’s right sugar, we can have more fun when we go home alright? We gotta get you cleaned up before dinner, you don’t want your parents to know what the three of us were doing up here do you?” Hwalchan and Uiyeon helped you up and got you dressed and cleaned up before the three of you tidied up your room. 

“When we get home we can have all the fun you want ok princess?” Hwalchan patted your head as you all made your way out to the patio. Unfortunately for you the rest of the day you were too distracted with crazy thoughts about what you wanted Uiyeon and Hwalchan to do to you, especially after they fucked you silly on your childhood bed.

hHAhahah HAHA I just really needed something with the bookends as I’ve been hot for them recently ugh they are so big fUCK and shit I needed this getting railed on your childhood bed by the bookends as they mock you for still liking pink sksksksks it’s a whole mess cause it was just something I whipped out rq and so I’m sorry that it sucks. It’s my kink those two uwu. Just many reasons why I wrote this hahahahahh help. Also I just used their stage name just blah blah it doesn’t matter anywho I wanted to make a moodboard but it’s already hot to make moodboards for underrated groups cause I never find pics and on top of that finding pics that I want from my head is hard cause sometimes they don’t exist and of course sometimes I don’t like the way the moodboard turns out. Also also, there’s prolly a shit ton of spelling errors cause I didn’t reread it I’ll do it later blah blah blah ya’know what I’m sayin?

[hunnyuwu]

My Baby Don’t Like It || NCT Jaehyun+Mark [part I]

Premise: What went wrong along the way? After everything we had been through, you still chose to leave me?

Pairings : Dad! Jaehyun x fem! reader x Friend! Mark

WC: 2.1 K

Warnings: explicit language, some extreme fluff

Part I || Part II || Part III

"Hey baby! How are you today?" You were crouched down on your knees, shooting a silly smile as the most adorable four year old in the world ran straight into your outstretched arms, worming his way into the crevasse of your neck. You cooed into the kid’s ear, happy to see the boy happy and healthy. He  withdrew from his squirmy snuggles to plant his tiny, moist lips on your soft cheek as his little greeting to his beloved Noona.

"I'm happy to see you, Noona!" A smile lit up his round, chubby features before he nuzzled back into the crevasse of your neck. You rubbed the top of his head a few times, messing up his short black locks, before getting up so that you were finally standing at your own height.

"Thanks for looking after him today, Y/N."

Your heart beat slowed down to a steady, rhythmic pace immediately. The slow, heavy thrumming taunted you as it rattled in your within the hollow shells of your ears. You interlocked hands with the small boy beside you before lifting your chin to see the person before you.

A gentle smile blossomed over your lips, a wave of calm washing over your body as you examined the familiar face before you, "Of course, Jaehyun."

"Remember Y/N, I changed my name." Jaehyun gave you a teasing jab, a dumb grin occupying his eyes. You flinched a little backwards, knives stabbing your poor heart as memories flashed at the forefront of your mind.

‘Yeah, but you changed it for her.’

"A-Ah, right! Sorry, have a good day, Yoon-Oh."

You released a breath that were holding for a little while as you saw Jaehyun hop into the driver's seat of an extremely expensive, luxury car. The flashy woman in the passenger seat threw an overstated air kiss to the little boy beside you, glancing your way soon after. A scowl replaced the smile you were holding onto desperately as she simply smirked with triumph. Your free hand curled into a tight fist as you watched the car whiz away, to the point that your knuckles turned white and your nails threatened to puncture the flesh of your palm.

She removed Jaehyun from your life, 

And he allowed it to happen.

You and Jaehyun had known one another since primary school. On a bitter, cold day in the autumn of your second year, Jaehyun nervously approached your lunch table to ask if he could sit with your group, which you guys obviously said yes. While the friends you had in that group all eventually slipped away from your life through your years of schooling, Jaehyun and you had managed to maintain a close friendship. The close bond and chemistry the two of you had was undeniable to the public and private eye. Everyone thought the two of you would eventually get married, which you didn't mind them thinking in the slightest. Jaehyun had always thought the same too, even though there was no official romance. Just adoring looks, sweet gestures, lovely memories, and tense atmospheres.

In university, you finally confirmed your feelings for him, ready for that next step with him. You finally realized that he was your destiny, and you thought you were his as well.

Next thing you knew, Jaehyun found a girl from his economics class and the rest is history. They had an accidental child early on in their whirlwind romance, the one you were currently watching playing with stackable plastic blocks. Anger boiled your blood... you still loved Jaehyun to the depths of your heart, to the point that you regularly questioned whether you would ever be able to move on, but you couldn't understand how dense he was when it came to his girlfriend: Jimin.

Jimin wasn't your average, plain Jane college gal. She was simply receiving a business degree for the sake of having the piece of paper that she didn’t even work for. Jimin had her daddy's money and company waiting for her once she deemed herself ready for the role. When Jimin set her eyes on Jaehyun the very first class of economics, it was game over for anything between you two. Jimin made it her mission to claim Jaehyun as her own personal property, in other words her personal boy toy, basically making it her life’s mission to rid of you in his life. Or as she specifically explain it, 'spending quality time with boyfie while they were young.' You saw through her sugary sweet act from the moment you laid eyes on her when Jaehyun introduced the two fo you.

She was a brat, a snob, a snake, and any description with negative connotation that you could think of. You hissed as you remembered that the woman even convinced him that 'Yoon-Oh' was a more handsome name than Jaehyun. ‘How could he be so under her spell to not see the sort of shit she puts him through?’ You wondered. 

‘The least she could be is a sweet, decent person to make Jaehyun happy in life.’

That would have satisfied you, but in the end, you knew that people never really get what they want. You were left high and dry while a snobby rich whisked Jaehyun away like he was never there to begin with. And the fact that the woman barely paid any attention to her child made you absolutely sick to your stomach. Hot tears pricked at your eyes as you watched the innocent boy giggle as he was currently in the midst of building a little block boat. 

‘Taking random selfies with your extremely adorable child for your dumb Instagram page does NOT count as parenting, Jimin.’

As you reminisced on all of the times that you had to deal with Jimin's endless childishness and her possessiveness over Jaehyun, you felt a little tug at your sleeve. You smiled tearily as you saw one thing that significantly brightened up your bleak life.

"Noona?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Why do you look so sad today?"

Your heart constricted like someone was squeezing it tightly, already feeling regret as you had been too absorbed in your own thoughts to give him your full attention. You didn't have an early education degree for nothing.

"Ah, just little things, Baby. Don't worry about it."

"But I don't want Noona to be sad! We should get you ice cream like you do when I get a boo boo!" Jaehyun's son, Jeno, happily suggested, probably just wanting to eat some ice cream himself. You were put into a bout of laughter as you lovingly looked at Jeno get up to 'go get you some ice cream to fix your inside boo boo.'

You complied as you simply couldn't ever say no to the precious boy, so you were on your way out to the local grocery store near your house, which you hadn't gone to in awhile. You peered down to the eye smile prince himself who was happily skipping alongside you, his tiny hand wrapped around the middle three fingers of your hand, a gesture that you you screaming in an internal maternal mess. 

Jimin and Jaehyun have been so neglecting of this poor child lately, always going out on day long dates and luxurious overseas trips, obviously as per Jimin's request. 

You had to say, you were extremely disappointed at Jaehyun for forgetting his caring, sweet roots. The child you were currently leading into a small grocery store was basically your own, you were more of a mother to him than Jimin could ever be.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You looked around to see who called out your name when you spotted a familiar face, causing you to stumble back with pleasant surprise.

"Oh hey, Mark! I didn't know you worked here! Master's degree yet?" You led little Jeno over to the cash register to greet him, gushing over seeing the adorable guy once again. You knew Mark when you were a senior in college, him being a spry sophomore at the time. While he was a music major and you were an early education major, you two fatefully ended up in the same science requirement classes, leading to a beautiful, supportive relationship to blossom between the two of you. You hadn't been able to see him as of late as you were busy with your job.

"Yeah, I’m here part time. Needed some money so I can pay off my college debt as I'm looking for a gig at the moment. But anyways, uhhh, y-you look beautiful as ever, Y/N. Is he your child?" You blushed at his compliment while looking down at little Jeno who Mark was gesturing to gently. Jeno was shooting Mark a suspicious glare causing you to giggle as you dropped a hand to pat his head.

"No, this is Jeno, Jaehyun's son. I regularly babysit him."

Mark gave you a confused look, something wasn't adding up for him.

"You and Jaehyun aren't together?"

You were taken aback at his lack of knowledge. You even told him about Jaehyun's girlfriend a long time ago, but it seems like he didn't remember. Besides, you and Jaehyun were very, very not together.

As you were about to explain, Jeno took the spotlight.

"Daddy should date my Noona! She's a lot better-"

"Shh, you shouldn't say stuff like that, Jeno." You cooed to comfort the pouting kid as you hoisted him up onto your waist to rock him a little. He was getting a little heavy for this, but you didn't mind throwing your back out for him.

Mark laughed to himself, throwing a loving gaze your way as you and Jeno bickered for a little. His insides turned to goop as he fell down the tempting rabbit hole once again.

"Well, if you're not with anyone right now... c-could I ask to maybe take you out on a date sometime?"

You abruptly paused your conversation with Jeno to whip your head to the blushing male. A little blush to match his crept up to your cheeks as you reeled over what he just said in your mind like a broken cassette.

"You want to... go out with me?" You whispered with a tilt of your head, needing a firm confirmation from him before you let your mind start playing tricks on itself.

"Yeah, if that's fine with you." Mark restated, biting down on his bottom lip as he awaited your answer.

Thoughts of Jaehyun’s beautiful, warm smile plagued your mind like a disease; you were still very much in love with him. Even if his actions gave you a whole list as to why you should give his ass up in a heartbeat. 

You looked back into Mark's eyes, finally making up your mind.

"I'd love to, Mark."

"Really?" He choked out, already expecting a rejection coming his way. You were oblivious to it, but Mark had the largest crush on you ever since you became partners for your science class. Whenever he even thought of asking you out, he remembered how close you were to Jaehyun, so he always chickened out. 

This was finally his chance.

"Yeah, of course I would." You said sheepishly.

"But what about Daddy?"

You looked back to Jeno who was inches away from your face with round, glassy eyes. You sighed as you gave his cheek a quick little peck.

"Your Daddy is happy with your Mommy, Jeno. Don't worry, you will always be the number one man in my heart, okay? We will have a bunch more playdates!"

Mark watched as you comforted Jeno, feeling his heart thump violently against his ribcage. He knew you were the one for him, and he truly pitied Jaehyun, for he couldn't even see the true beauty that was sitting in front of him for so many years. Mark prayed above, thoroughly thanking fate to bring you to him today.

"Excuse me, but are you checking out right now?" An elderly woman appeared behind you with a harsh glare, a sharp tongue to match her tapping foot. You bowed quickly, not too much so that Jeno wouldn’t fall off, muttering small apologies as you moved out of the way.

"You better give me a discount for the ice cream, Mark!" You yelled as you walked away with Jeno over to the ice cream freezer. Mark gave you a cute little smile before diving back into scanning the items that that woman gave to him. Though it has been hard in your journey to give up on Jaehyun, there may be just as amazing men that would be better for you out there. You sighed out happily, maybe things were going to improve for you in the future.

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Part I || Part II || Part III

This mini fic is the result of when I learned that Jaehyun said he would have basically been a teenage dad if he wasn't an idol 👁👄👁

[www-neverlandsweirdo]

The Maze Runner Preferences

He Finds Out He Likes You

Newt POV

”Isn’t She just great?”I finished talking about (Y/N),something I’ve been doing a lot lately.Minho smirked at me. “You like (Y/N)!”Minho Exclaimed. I felt heat rush to my face. “N-no I don’t.”I protested. “Good,because I like her.”He grinned.No.No.No. (Y/N) is mine.I glared at him. “You What?”I growled. “See!You’re jealous!You like her!”He nearly Yelled. “How could I not?Shes pretty and smart and funny and-Oh my bloody...I like (Y/N)”I mumbled.I like (Y/N).Okay,This isn’t good.I told myself when she arrived in the box that I wouldn’t fall in love with her and those beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes.Now I was one of the many boys that was helplessly in love with her.Bloody fantastic.I don’t have a bloody chance.Im just a track hoe with a limp.

(Y/N) PoV

I walked into the kitchen,getting a plate of food.I saw Newt and Minho sitting at a table,I walked over,sitting down. “Hey guys.”I smiled.I glanced at Newt,who was bright red. “Are you okay?”I asked him. He nodded. “Y-yeah Love...I’m fine.”He smiled slightly,I blushed at his nickname. “Alright,well I think I’m going to bed,A lot of people got hurt today..Work was exhausting.Goodnight.”I smiled. “Good night Love.”Newt mumbled.Minho waved.

Normal POV

Newt watched (Y/N) as she left the kitchen. “She’s so perfect.”He mumbled. He soon left the kitchen,walking to his hammock that was right next to (Y/N)'s.He looked at her.She was so cute in her sleep,she had her blanket pulled up to her shoulders and a lock of (Y/H/C) hair fell over her face.I grinned before gently tucking the peice of hair behind her ear.She stirred a bit in her sleep.I smiled,pulling my hand away and going to sleep. “Are you still awake?”I heard (Y/N) ask later in the night.I turned to look at her,seeing she was standing next to my hammock. “Yes.Are you okay?”I Asked,slightly nervous. She nodded. “I’m going to the kitchens to get some water do you want any?”She Asked. “No thankyou.”I Said quietly. “Alright...Goodnight Newt.”She Whispered before kissing my cheek and walking away.I gasped after she walked away,touching my cheek slightly.She kissed me. (Y/N) kissed me.Does that mean she likes me to?

                                        Minho

Minho POV

I walked out of the map room,scanning the glade for (Y/N).I saw her,The beautiful girl of the glade talking to Chuck.I jogged over. “Hey (Y/N)!”Icalled. “Hi Minho.”She waved at me.I walked up next to her. “Can you wait a minute,I Was asking Chuck something.”She smiled apologetically before turning back to Chuck.I felt something in my stomach,Like a claw was clenching it and all of a sudden my chest felt tight.I was jealous.I was jealous of Chuck having all of (Y/N)’s attention.Oh no.I like (Y/N).I mean,it makes sense,I just haven’t wanted to admit it.Shes kind,pretty,funny and creative.Shes just perfect.Absolutely perfect.

(Y/N)’s POV

Chuck finished telling me about the rabbit he saw in the deadheads and ran off to dinner.I turned back to Minho,Who looked very angry.I shrugged it off,maybe he was just tired. “How was your run today?”I Asked,smiling. “Uh...it was fine.”He mumbled. “Anything new?”I asked.He shook his head. “We’ll fins a way out someday.”I smiled.He shrugged. “What?”I Asked. “Do you really think there’s a way out?”He Asked. “Of course,every maze comes to an end eventually,plus your the toughest guy I know,You’ll find a way some day.”I smiled.He looked at the ground,smiling a bit. “Are you hungry?”I Asked.He nodded. “Okay,Let’s get some dinner then.”I grinned.I grabbed his hand.

Minho POV

(Y/N) grabbed my hand,causing a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.We walked together to the kitchens and ate dinner together. "So.....What was Chuck telling you about?"I asked. She smiled. "Chuck found a bunny in the deadheads and we already got Winston to promise not to slaughter him."She smiled. "A bunny?What is its name gonna be?"I asked. "Dog."She answered. "Your gonna name the bunny Dog?"I asked.She blushed. "Shut up!"she laughed.I smiled.Now I had an excuse to talk to her.Dog the bunny.I can already imagine all the stories she’s gonna tell me.

                                       Gally

Gally POV

I Yelled something to Henry,who was patching up a hole on the roof of the homestead.He shouted back. “OKAY!ILL JUST THROW THE OLD WOOD DOWN!”He Yelled.Before I could reply,a peice Of hard wood hit me on the head.I felt an awful pain before falling to the ground.Then everything went black.

Gally POV

I woke up to an awful sting on my temple.I looked around,seeing (Y/N) above me. "What the shuck?"I mumbled.She looked at me, Her beautiful bright (Y/E/C) eyes met mine.She smiled slightly. "Good,your awake."She smiled,before gently wiping a hot cloth against my temple.I hissed at the pain. "Sorry..."she mumbled. "What happened?"I asked. "Henry was an idiot and dropped wood on your head."She sighed. I groaned.She smiled. "You'll be fine,you have a minor concussion though."She whispered. "Concussion?How am I gonna work with a concussion?"I asked. "You wont."She told me. "Wha-"I began. "Nope.No.Your staying here in this bed and im gonna take care of you and your not gonna get up until I let you."She said strictly. "But-"I tried to protest but ,once again,she cut me off. "No.Gally,no buts.Your gonna stay here until I say you can leave,ill bring you food and everything you'll need."She told me,raising her voice a bit.She moved away from me and I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.I unintentionally made a growling noise. 

"What's wrong?"She asked. "My wrist...It hurts."I mumbled.She softly pulled up my sleeve,causing me to wince. "Oh no..."She mumbled. "What?What is it?"I asked worriedly,sitting up a bit,only to get a pounding in my head.She softly put a hand on my chest,gently pushing me down. "Shut up."She mumbled. "Wha-"I began angrily. "Shuck off ya bloody slinthead,let me do my job."She growled.Did she just say bloody?If it was anyone else they would have already been on the floor.But (Y/N) is special.She's not like the others,not only because shes a girl but the way she talks and her smile and the way her hair moves when she walks.I grinned slightly,looking up at her. "Your wrist is sprained."She mumbled. "I'm gonna give you some pain killers,its gonna hurt for a second."She whispered,standing up and opening the medicine cabinet.

She took out a small bottle and syringe. "Ya know...I didn't think you were gonna fit on that bed."She mumbled,filling the syringe. "What?"I asked. "Well,in case you haven't noticed,your pretty tall."She laughed.She walked next to me,sitting down,she grabbed my arm,holding the syringe. I pulled my arm back. "No..No.no.no!"I exclaimed. "Gally..."She whispered. "Its alright,you really think id hurt you?"She asked. "No..."I mumbled. "Why dont we make a deal.I give you the shot and then you get to have an extra cookie."She mumbled. "No."I mumbled. "C'mon..The big bad Gally is scared of a needle?"She asked. "No im not!"I exclaimed. "Gally."she mumbled. "What?"I asked.She smiled,showing me the empty syringe. "You didnt even notice."She grinned before wrapping  my wrist. Shoot.I think I like (Y/N).I like (Y/N).I mentally scolded myself. No.This is ridiculous.Shes to pretty,she's to nice,she's to perfect and she's to great.Dammit.Im crushing on (Y/N).

                                                              Thomas

Thomas POV

I ran back to the glade,panting.Minho was right in front of me.We went to the map rooms.I mapped out my section before quickly leaving.I looked around until I caught a glimpse of (Y/n).I had no idea why but shes been on my mind every minute of everyday since she got here. "Hey (Y/N)!"I yelled.She turned around and I jogged to her. "Hey Tom!"she smiled. "Hey..."I grinned. "Where are you heading?"I asked. "Well..."She smiled. She moved closer to me. "Dont tell anyone....But I always go to the deadheads to make things but I dont want anyone else to find out."She whispered.

 "What do you mean?"I asked. She smiled,grabbing my hand. "Come on."She smiled before running,and I followed her.She brought me to a certain tree that had vines that were in braids and twists that draped along the branches and bright (Y/F/C) flowers in beautiful patterns. "Whoa."I mumbled.It was incredible.I always thought that when she came to the deadheads that her and Newt would kiss.Weird thought,but they were best friends and it would make sense for them to be dating.I really like (Y/N).Alot. "Did Newt help you?"I asked suddenly. "No.Your the only one who knows."She smiled up at me. "I always thought you and Newt came here to kiss or something."I mumbled. 

(Y/N) just looked at me with wide eyes. "Why would you think that?"She asked. "i thought you two were dating."I shrugged. "What?No.We're just friends Tom."She mumbled.Great.She was available. "How was your run?"She asked. "Oh..err...it was..it was good."I mumbled. "Anything new?"She asked.I shook my head no.She pouted a bit,but it was so cute that I almost kissed her. "What?"I asked. "What?"She asked. "Your pouting."I mumbled. "No im not."She smiled. I sighed. "Are you hungry?"She asked. "Kind of."I shrugged. She smiled before pulling a container of strawberries out of her pocket and handed it to me. "How did you..."I mumbled,taking the container. "Well,I know that you steal Fry's strawberries all the time,so now you dont have to."She grinned.I began eating the strawberries,blushing bright red.

[raayllum]

so.. today i went deep into this tumblr blog and i had to read that “callum and rayla can say tons of nice things to each other but have generic interactions meanwhile callum got introspective things with claudia” honestly i’m still- (also, 1. this is not callum/claudia hate, i don’t mind people shipping them;; 2. you don’t have to answer this, sorry if i bothered you, i just wanted to vent for a bit)

oh we’ve all had cases of going way too down the rabbit hole for things we shouldn’t and don’t know until it’s too late, so i get you there. sometimes i’ve somehow clicked on a blog and seen loads of like, actual bullshit (aka shitty political opinions; fandom stuff doesn’t usually count) and been like “how did i even get here?”

Generic is usually one of the words I put under a “this is inherently subjective opinion” folder, including things like chemistry, whether something is natural or forced, and any particular personal preference.

As for introspective, that’s definitely fair! Callum is a pretty introspective guy, particularly about his emotions. The main discussion I can see being labelled as introspective in S2 with Claudia is about Dark Magic in 2x02. 

C: Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, I just—I loved learning magic, and I feel sad now that I can’t. Cl: But you can. If you want to. C: I want to learn primal magic, but you have to be born with that magic inside you. Cl: That’s the great thing about Dark Magic. You just take creatures that are born with magic inside and squeeze it out of them. What—uh, you’re doing it again, Prince Judgey Face. Look, here’s how I think about it. Humans weren’t born with magic. We were born with nothing, but we still found a way to do amazing things. That’s what Dark Magic is really all about. C: I’m sorry, it’s just not for me.

Callum and Claudia have opposing opinions on it. That’s interesting! One of the reasons I love them as a dynamic (whether that would be defined as me shipping them or not is up in the air and on a touch-and-go basis, tbh) is due to their opposition. There’s something fascinating about childhood friends and crushes who fall out of favour with each other over a fundamental worldview. It’s definitely something I’ve explored both in my fics, headcanons, and a meta here and there. 

The above is a personal conversation between Callum and Claudia. It reveals a lot about them and their stance on Dark Magic. Going off of this, then, I will argue that if this is our standard for introspective interactions, then Callum and Rayla do have introspective conversations. 

For example, their discussion in 2x07 follows a very similar format. 

C: I don’t get it Rayla. Why are you so worried about a dragon that just set fire to a town? R: I’ve been thinking about something someone once told me. About how when one person hurts another, then that person hurts them back, it becomes a cycle that never ends. C: Who told you that? R: You did. C: Oh. R: But Callum, to break that cycle, someone has to take a stand when no one else will. C: You’re right. If we’re really going to change things, we can’t just watch while humans and Xadia keep hurting each other. But how do I take a stand?

Notice the similarities? One of the girls wants to do a thing, Callum doesn’t try get it, and she explains her worldview to him. Callum initially doesn’t go along with it, but later does - even binding these two events together. Callum agrees to go down to free the dragon with Rayla, but he does so with Dark Magic. 

Rayla also tutors Callum in magic, the same as Claudia, in early s1. Callum tells Claudia she’s lucky for getting to learn magic in 1x02; Callum later opens up to Rayla about how much magic means to him and why in 1x04 in a way that’s far more personal. 

“You’re so lucky you get to learn magic [...] I’d switch places in a second” VS “But I’ve always been kinda bad at well, everything. So when I tried that spell, I was sure I’d end up on fire, or covered in spiders… but it worked. And then you called me a mage, and that felt… right. I just have a feeling that cube thing could help me.” 

Callum stammers through admitting he smashed the primal stone to Claudia and she forgives him VS Callum being forced to re-examine his prejudice about elves (“Nothing I believed about elves is true”) and also admit his wrong doing in a much more high stakes scenario (1x06). Callum easily denying Dark Magic as an option to Claudia VS Rayla convincing him to enter a situation in which he uses it even though he knows she’d hate it. 

Claudia also doesn’t seem to ever struggle too much with the way she lies to Callum in 2x02 except about Harrow. Even once Claudia knows she’s lying to Callum, this is still how she responds when talking about how he trusts her and knows she’s going to continue lying to him (and take him by force if need be).

Callum doesn’t make Claudia question anything. Not the Egg; not her view on elves even though she knows one is his good friend; not her view/use of Dark Magic. (The closest she comes is in season three about Viren murdering the princes, but when a way is offered to not do so, she readily takes it.) Callum, meanwhile, questions all of those things, but not because of Claudia. In fact, he moves away from her stances on all of those things, and none of them are particularly good. 

The definition of introspective is “the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes; self-analysis.” By this definition, Callum has more introspective interactions with Rayla than he does with Claudia.

He talks about his own changing self identity to and because of her in 1x04 (quite literally, as she’s the one who pushed him to try magic in the first place); she’s one of the people who pushes him to take a stand. She gives him a listening ear to properly work out the grief he feels from the loss of his father. She reaffirms his self worth time and time again (1x04, 2x04, 2x07, 3x01). Likewise, Callum changes Rayla enough that she inherits his worldview and then parrots it back to him to both explain her own choices and to lift his spirits. 

For Callum and Rayla, both characters who didn’t get a lot of praise growing up (Callum had Soren constantly ragging on him and Claudia never seems to mind, and Rayla’s is obvious, with Runaan’s “I brought you because you’re talented” barely registering at all because “[Her] heart isn’t hard enough” matters more), the fact that they consistently “say tons of nice things to each other” is massively important. 

Because those are more than heartfelt speeches. They’re speeches that reaffirm each other’s worth outside of all the things people told they had to be, or saying that they’ve lived up to who they want to become. Callum’s speech to her in 3x04 is a perfect rebuttal to basically every insecurity she’s ever had. 

It’s true that Callum and Claudia have a lot of varied interactions in their short time together (1x01, 1x02, 1x03, 2x02, 2x03, and 2x07) but it’s also true that it’s only 1/4th of Rayllum’s total runtime of 24 out of 27 episodes. 90% of what we know about either of them comes from their interactions with each other. I’m not saying that you can’t like a ship based mostly on their potential if canon doesn’t give you what you think it could/should with any given couple, but Callum and Claudia have scenes that fall into four main categories: talking about magic; flirting or each other; and dealing with fallouts. 

We’ve never seen Callum and Claudia grieve together; we’ve never seen them fight; we’ve never seen them make each other grow. We’ve never seen Claudia choose or defend Callum over anything or everyone else. We’ve never seen Callum trust Claudia over Rayla when it actually mattered in a life or death situation (and arguably mattered the most). We’ve never seen Callum and Claudia problem solve together. We’ve never seen them make up. 

Callum and Rayla talk about magic, and their vastly different families, and in depth insecurities, and breakdowns, and grieving, and Ezran, and strategies, and fears, and hopes, and morality / ethics, Claudia, disagreements, legacies, plans, self sacrifice, Soren, and so much more. 

I love Rayllum as much as I do because it gives us a lot of insight onto each of them as characters and because they help each other grow, largely through support, a listening ear, and introspection. Callum and Claudia also bring out really interesting things about each other’s characters, but to act like it’s the same amount simply isn’t true because they point blank don’t have the same run time or development. If that’s a story flaw in someone’s eyes, that is their prerogative and I’m not gonna act like any of this can change my mind.

But it seems like that person’s claim, objectively, reflects a subjective opinion that can be refuted very easily, and I’m not too concerned. 

[zambie-trashart]

Mayura: Rewritten Series

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Summary: The finale of season two where the heroes must learn to trust and lean on one another. In a fight against an akumatized Paris it’s all or nothing.

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The seven looked at Hawkmoth not knowing what to think.

“We have to hero up, there’s no way that we can beat him without thinking as a team,” Superboy said and Chat agreed nodding along.

“We have to go for Hawkmoth as soon as possible,” Ladybug added. She stood up on the edge of the building they were all on. “Hawkmoth you’re illusion will never become a reality!”

“Hope you enjoined it while it lasted!” Superboy yelled standing up too and Chat stepped up next to him.

“You’re going to give us your miraculous, not the other way around!” Chat said smiling at his boyfriend.

“Just surrender!” Robin shouted standing up next to Ladybug.

“You may have an army of akumas!” Rena Rouge said and Carapace stood up next to her.

“But we’re an army of heroes!” Carapace yelled finishing his girlfriend’s thoughts.

“And when we’re done with you, you’re going to regret wearing that utterly ridiculous outfit!” Queen Bee finished off and the seven ran at akumatized victims.

Ladybug and Chat Noir knew where there akumas were and went for the obvious places. The pendant on Pharaoh, the perfume bottle on Princess Fragrance, the sword on Riposte but just when they thought they were winning, Dark Cupid hit them with arrows and butterflies came down and reakumatized them.

“We need a plan!” Robin yelled narrowly dodging an arrow.

“I think not getting akumatized is a very good plan!” Ladybug yelled back and Carapace’s shield went flying and an arrow came for his back. Rena pushed Carapace and took the arrow herself.

“Rena! You have to ignore the negative emotions don’t let them get to you!” Ladybug yelled capturing a butterfly that almost hit the necklace before going back to fight. Carapace held her close to him but she broke free and a butterfly flew right into her akumatizing her.

“Rena! NOOOOOOO!” Carapace yelled and a butterfly flew into his bracelet.

“We can’t loose anymore people!” Robin yelled and Queen Bee blocked the angered bird from getting hit.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I would never let my emotions get the better of me!” Queen Bee called out but then her father and mother showed up and she was akumatized after being controlled by Despair Bear.

It was down to the four of them. Dark Cupid was firing arrows like crazy and Ladybug was almost hit when Superboy pushed her and the arrow hit his foot.

“NO!” Ladybug, Chat, and Robin yelled each taking their weapon and slicing through the akumas like butter. Superboy wasn’t akumatized yet and was fighting.

“R-Robin, plan beta c,” Superboy ground out.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked stepping closer.

“Do it! I don’t want to be akumatized!” Superboy yelled.

“Cover me!” Robin shouted to Ladybug and Chat Noir. “You know I hate doing this,” Robin said to Superboy alone. He unlocked a triple encrypted pouch and took out a shard of kryptonite placing it by his side before pressing a pressure point on his shoulder. “I’m getting him out of here!” Robin yelled carrying Superboy and the other two went up to the top level to meet with Hawkmoth. 

“It’s over Hawkmoth, you hurt my boyfriend and my friends and you won’t get away with it,” Chat said activating his cataclysm. Ladybug used her luck charm and got a miraculous box.

“It’s a sign, you’re giving us your miraculous,” Ladybug said walking forward and she looked in the mirror in the box and saw the real Hawkmoth pulling Chat aside. Chat got up pissed and determined and went to punch Hawkmoth but faked out grabbing his cane and the powers of scarlet moth were gone. 

Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee stood next to Ladybug and Chat hands on their hips ready to fight.

“You can’t run from us Hawkmoth!” Ladybug yelled casing them in. Hawkmoth was ready to fight all of them but a feather flew into his cane and he could hear Nathalie talking to him, she was using the peacock miraculous.

“Don’t do this,” Hawkmoth begged and a giant moth appeared to protect him. The five heroes were blown away and when they got back, Hawkmoth and his cane were gone.

“Dang it!” Rena said disappointed that they didn’t beat Hawkmoth.

“We’ll beat him next time, there’s always a chance,” Chat said and the heroes went their separate ways to get the miraculous back and give them to Master Fu.

Chat was told to meet Robin on the roof of the T.V. station.

“How is he?” Ladybug asked sitting down next to Superboy who was still asleep. 

“I put the kryptonite away ten minutes ago, he should be awake by now,” Robin said petting Superboy’s hair trying to wake him up.

“Can you give us some space?” Chat asked and Robin nodded getting up and Ladybug got up too leaving the roof to go nextdoor. “Come on Jon, wake up,” Chat said leaning in to kiss Jon’s lips. He sat pressing them together for around five seconds when the body below him started moving eyes open and a gasp.

“What happened?” Superboy asked trying to sit up but Chat was hugging him making it a little hard.

“You were hit with Dark Cupid’s arrow and almost akumatized so Robin needed to use a fancy rock to knock you out and you didn’t come back when he thought you would and...” Superboy just laughed and pressed his lips back to Chat’s.

“Thanks for waking me up prince charming,” Superboy said getting up. “We still have a picnic to get to.”

Marinette had to fess up that she didn’t have enough sweets and she thought that she didn’t do enough for heroes day. Damian came and sat down next to her.

“You do enough for everyone, I don’t know you that well but from what I can see, you’ve made Jon and Adrien realize their true feelings for each other, partnered Nathaniel and Marc together to make a comic book, helped Juleka get over her photo curse, and so much more. You’re like their everyday Ladybug,” Damian said and Jon just smiled at Damian leaning into Adrien. Jon and Damian’s phones started buzzing which meant it was time to call their fathers for a weekly briefing. “I’m sorry, I have to go, come on Kent,” Damian said helping his friend up and starting to walk away.

“Damian, wait!” Marinette called out and he looked back and everyone was staring at them. She ran over and bumped into him before standing up straight. she gulped before leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Thank you, for everything,” she said and Damian smiled at her.

“You’re welcome,” Damian said and the two boys walked out of the park.

“Dami’s got a girlfriend, Dami’s got a girlfriend!” Jon teased and Damian rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and she’s your cousin.”

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[skittles1229]

THE EVER CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS (reader insert romance)

SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

https://www.wtncgame.com/collections/pins-charms/products/wtnc-holo-sparkle-charms

This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. after I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, ill let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome Start

        My feet are killing me and its hot and dark, I'm walking through unfamiliar woods. All I can smell is tree leaves decaying and pine. To fill you in without telling you my life story and having a pity party, I'm one of the few shifting Dire Wolves left. We are a dying breed since people and monsters were coexisting now, I'm over joyed about the mixing of the populations but as the wolves breed with humans our ability to shift is slowing leaving as the generations grow. I on the other hand wasn't liked by much of anyone. I grew up around old town human folk. Both parents had been killed by townsfolk and luckily the little who girl found me as a puppy was nice enough to bring me to her home. That little girl became my life. Her blonde hair reminded me of wheat in the fall and she smelled of old moth balls and freshly cooked bacon. Kasey was a lonely child born a bastard and then left alone when her mom left into town one day. She didn't come home that night. She had the kindest eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul and hers was broken and glued back together so many times that you couldn't recognize her original beauty. She brought me to a little cabin back in the woods where I stayed with her and her grandmother.  I stayed out of school because at the time freaks weren't exactly normal. I learned everything through Kasey and her homework as I grew up. We played in the old field through the woods and down an old forgotten gravel road. She would always tease me about my ears but she loved my big bushy tail. Kasey was a pure soul and sometimes id have to remind her how special she was especially during the times to come. She became ill in late fall, losing her ability to walk and becoming more and more pale from the lack of sunlight. We were told she had an immune issue that couldn't be fix with the medicine we had then and magic was a cure but was also out of the question since anyone who was seen as a witch was seen as a harm to the community and burned at the stake. It wasn't that way in the big towns with lots of people coming and going bustling about, but down here in the boon dock of the forgotten swamp everyone had the same opinion. anything new and different was and and therefore had to be destroyed.

         When I was around six Kasey succumb to her unfortunate circumstances in her sleep and she took her welcome with her. I think that maybe it was one of the few mercies I've ever seen god do for someone. After she died the grandmother, already being on her last years, passed not long after that. With nothing holding me to that little shack in the woods I moved on. I was never given a name and so along the way I've figured out who and what I am. Remind me to tell you that one later on, I've been walking for a few days with my satchel made from rabbit fur with old shoe laces holding it together, Kasey in her better days stayed bored in her old pink bedroom reading the same book she had on the old bookcase in the living room. Her grandmother went to the market in town most days to sell her vegetables. she would bring us home sweets and toys. For Kasey's birthday she bought her a bag of fabric rabbit fur and some thread and needles to teach her to sew hoping that would cure her boredom. A few months before she passed, she hurriedly finished off the synch bag with one of her shoelaces from her boots. That bag is the one I have with me now. My clothes and few days worth of food is in it as well. I had been shifted into my wolf form going on 48 hours now and my (F/C favorite color ) fur was now stained with mud and leaves from the nights sleep in a dug out hole. The last sign of civilization was back in my home town. it was now night time again and had seen no sign of a town any where close. It was getting dark and my joints were burning from the pain of walking. I quickly found a soft spot in the ground digging up a little hole to lay in for the night. The woods around me creaked with shifting wood and wind rustling the foliage. Harry had become the governor a while back suddenly disappeared recently in his home base in Lunaris. That's where Kasey's grandmother went for hours everyday to be a part of the market so I decided to see if there was anywhere I could stay and maybe get a job and start a life for myself. All this time I had no real name, Kasey never named me. She wanted me to be able to choose it for myself and I'm now 20 in human years. Our bodies aged in human instead of dog years another kind of pro with the watering down of the generations. I had gone through all of Kasey's family and school friends, even people she heard the name of by passing by in church, I'd heard all the names and thought about them and said them all out loud the see how they role off the tongue and I finally settled on (Y/N) tonight. 

      I had fallen asleep at some point and shifted back into human form curling around my bag to protect it from the outside. Suddenly the ground around me started to shake and the foliage covering the entrance to the den started to shake loose and fall in. At this point I'm wide awake and have my back to the wall and head in a snarl towards the entrance not knowing why or what had shaken the ground so harshly. I smell a fowl smell that reeks of something I've never smelled before. It began to burn my nose like alcohol or whatever grandma had in the wash rooms for spring cleaning. I heard twigs breaking and a long groan that howled with the wind. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect to come through the entrance and that's when I saw the light from the moon blocked by a large shadow. I braced for a fight when suddenly it let out a yelp of pain as I see two or three other shadows chase it to the right of the hole. Lots of yelling from men and women can be heard along with lots of new smells. All of them had hints of sweat and fear but some of them were odd. One was carried in on a breath of lavender and honey and the other of burnt wood like a fire place. One also smelled like chocolate and for a split second I smelled the familiar canine sent, Another wolf or maybe a half breed Lykan. I laid there and listened as the group seemed to quickly dominate whatever that creature was and if there's a group of hunters then there has to be a town. I wait for the noise to die out before I stick my head out of the hole to check my area. I look at the position of the moon and start to get a better idea of how long I was asleep. I think it must have been at least 3 in the morning. I grabbed my bag and pulled myself out of the hole, shaking off loose dirt and changing myself back into that big furry wolf I've become used to and walk towards where I heard the commotion to catch the scent of where they had gone. The creature they fought was dead on the ground covered in its black oozing blood. It looked like a genetic mutation of some kind gone very wrong and the smell almost could knock you out, if your a dog that is. I heard a snap of a twig in the distance and that's when I caught the scent of a dying summer, decaying flowers and dying memories. 

      I see a blue glow coming from an object a few feet in front of me hidden in the darkness of the trees, whatever it was it made it very clear that I was unwelcome and that I was seen as a threat. I bent neck down feeling the hair along my spine start to stand on end as I snarled my teeth in the direction of the ominous blue glow. Suddenly the tense feeling in the air dropped, you could feel the tension melt away and in that second the strange creature pushes forward into the moonlight. A man with golden eyes and a mechanical arm moves forward looking with his hands raised. "My names Finnegan and I know you wont hurt me because your not just any wolf am I right?" The sudden question brushes me as weird and out of place but regardless it only makes me all the more persistent that he not come any closer. He stops in his tracks and sits in the tall grass he had been previously standing in. We sat there like that for what seems like forever and he seemed to feel talkative because he asked question after question. I looked around to think of what direction I wanted to go in order to get away from here .

     "You know it would be easier to go to Lunaris." he said picking at something under his nails. I look at him tilting my head, can he hear my thoughts? I didn't think humans could do such things but he didn't look like a human. Not with the fangs like that and those pointed ears. "No I'm not human I'm a vampire, I live in Lunaris with my friends. I actually have a Lykan friend as well so you wont be alone." I bent my ears back in annoyance, tired of the vamp imposing on my thoughts. I decided I would speak with him but not in this form. As a Lykan I could still stay able to protect myself and be able to speak to this other freak of nature in front of me. In order to do so I'd have to get away from this vampire long enough to cover myself. Almost instantly the vamp got up causing me to jump. "There's a graveyard a little ways from here, you can shift and change in the maintenance shed. As I'm sure you heard earlier there are some odd creatures in these woods so ill walk you to town myself. Then I can take you to Ezra and have him give you a once over." he began to walk and turned around about five feet away to ask if I was going to follow, I decide that this town might be a start to a weird series of events. We made our way through the woods to a small path of cleared trees and some sand, we followed that to the graveyard behind a large church like building and that's when I saw the small shed. "I'll stand behind the shed towards the woods I'm sure nobody is awake so you shouldn't have to worry about townsfolk." I shifted back into my Lykan form and hurry into the shed. My (hair length) (H/Color) hair fell over my face as I shoved myself into my tight jeans and put my long sleeve white shirt on. my ears still sat on the top of my head and my tail is swishing back and forth in anticipation of how this town was going to accept a new comer and a freak at that. I threw on the hoodie I had found hanging on a tree on my way out of my old town, probably left by one of the boys in the old town. I smoothed my fur down and walked out of the shed with my bag in my hands, I peaked my head around the corner and caught the golden eyes of the man called Finnegan as he's leaned against the shack with his arms crossed. 

      I walk up to him with my arm wrapped around my bag and offered him the other. "My names (y/n), sorry about the weird introduction but I really just have no clue where I am or where I'm going." he grinned and studied me before opening up and talking again. "You cleanup really well don't you (y/n)." I simply lowered my head as a response and shrugged my shoulders. " It would suck to have to stay as wolf all the time because I'm just to ugly to look at as a Lykan." he laughs flashing his fangs and approaching me and taking my hand pulling me closer to him to where we were inches apart. "Ugly is one thing you aren't, if your this pretty as a Lykan then I cant wait to see you in human form" he then snuck his arm around my waist turning me around as he began to walk to the town. "How did you know I could do that?" I stopped him and I could see his grin form as he turned around to meet my eyes. "I've been alive a long time (y/n).  when the old man who sired me was alive he'd tell us stories of the dire wolves that lived in the forest in the mountains. He would tell us stories of how they had almost repopulated in a town not far from here, completely unannounced to the world growing among the town folk." he looked away suddenly his essence changed from one of wisdom and confidence to one of remorse and sadness. He began to walk once again motioning for me to follow. "That is until the townsfolk caught wind  of such rumors. He banded together the higher ups and went through exposing half the town to be," he grimaces as if saying the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth, "werewolves as the humans put it."  We had just made it through a small alley leading too a large stone road. This is the first time I've heard the real story aloud of what happened to my parents that day. Suddenly I  didn't feel much like talking anymore and the vampire noticed this as we made it to the closed up and dark market side of town. Large tents and shacks were on both sides of the road, I'm sure it looks much nicer when its open and bustling with people. "I'll have to show it to you." he says suddenly again answering my thoughts as if id said them aloud. "You know Finn I love your interest in me but I think its kind of of rude to read others thoughts right?" His eyes suddenly dart away and clears his throat, "Not if the person has particularly loud thoughts but I do see what you mean. Nasty habit it is, been aiming to fix that." We both laugh for a bit and then he heads for a door on the right side of the road raising his metal arm to touch the door. When his hand makes contact, Finn says a few words in another language and his arm burst to  life flowing with blue lights. The door makes a noise and a shield seams to lower into Finn's hand as he opens the door. He pulls me in and I'm immediately overwhelmed at the smells around me, some fragrant like perfumes and others dirty like burning wood. He had shelves of boxes and books, homemade spells and food with jars of candy lining the shelves.

     Finn puts the wards back up and leads me to the kitchen where he sits me down at the wooden table across from the couch and the wall covered in art work, "Wait here while I run upstairs and get the witch you just relax and think if anything hurts or needs to be looked at." with Finns vampy speed skills he vanishes up the stairs to get this so called witch, I certainly do hope I don't meet the same fate as my parents once did in this town years ago. I here rustling and movement up the stairs as a dark skinned man comes running to me with worried eyes and open arms. he cups my face in his hands and scans me over for any sign of blood or wounds. "Finnegan she looks alright, you made her out to be as if she'd been attacked." He looks back at Finn letting go of my face in order to hit him in the head just enough to scuffle his hair. He then turns around to me and straightens up his robe and his curly mop of hair, I hold out my hand to introduce myself and he grabs it with both hands pulling me in with a smile. "I'm Ezra and this my little spells and Knick knack shop." he has a strange contagious happiness that causes my worries and doubts to slip away. He rubs his hand through my hair making his way to my ears checking for ticks and mites since my ears are much different  from human ears. "Are you ok," He says we a worry filled smile and motions me to sit down, I obey as my feet have become numb after so many days of walking. He reaches into his shelves and pulls  out a kettle and a metal box of herbs and tea bags for homemade blends. "Go on love what happen? Why are you out in the woods at this hour?" I yawned in response of all their questions and simply said, "No disrespect Ezra but I'm exhausted and my feet are throbbing, I think the walking has caught up to me." He nods knowing what I mean. Ezra hands me a cup of tea and some cookies from a jar up in the cabinet. "Right I'm sorry. Let me help Finn out and I'll come back and run you a bath with herbs and salts to get you well rested and ready for tomorrow." He and Finn stepped to a hatch underneath the rug in Ezra's common quarters.  I took a few cookies sneaking them into my bag so that I can eat them later as well, they were ( favorite kind ) cookies and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff my face. 

        Finn calls my name waving as he disappears into the hole and Ezra closes it back up and covers it again. "Alright now to get you all set, come with me up stairs." I follow behind slowly hating every step up those stairs but it was well worth it when I made it. He had a big circle tub surrounded in stone, it looked to be able to fit two people and the water come up pretty high. The twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling were different shades of blue purple and pink with a magical blue flamed candle hanging on the wall in a glass case. The tub was filled with steaming water and flower petals, the room smelled of pine and mint with citrus chopped up into slices and dropped into the water. Bubbles had covered the top of the water like snow and smelled like lavender and honey. His bathroom was pure happiness and love expressed in his home. "Now this bath should help your muscles not be sore in the morning and it should help you fall asleep tonight, I hate to ask but should I check you for ticks or scratch's anywhere on you?" I shrugged as my body was still covered in fur and it could be hiding anything but I was so self conscious about my body that I wouldn't dare ask for his help with this task. I point my head down and hugged myself as if to comfort myself. Ezra looked at me with kind eyes and hands me a towel, "Its ok if you aren't comfortable with it, just promise me you'll come and let me take any off for you. They carry lime disease and other things that can harm you!" as he goes to grab the handle to leave I grab his arm. I muster up all the courage I can and whispered, "Can you stay and help me Ezra?" He smiles and blushes slightly, wrapping me in a hug, "of course!" He closes the door and stays turned around as I take my clothes that I have on now off and grab the robe from the wall and cover myself. "Alright your ok to look now." I say in a small voice. "Alright I'm gonna start with your legs and work my way up and after your done you can use my cats flea shampoo to make sure everything is clean and gone. I nod my head agreeing and let him begin, he rubs his soft hands over my paw pads massaging as he goes looking for any bumps or imperfections. He comes across a tick that had made itself at home on my inner thigh , he poked and prodded at it for a few minutes but it was resistant to all his attempts. "You know fur is great but I just don't think I could do a full body of it." He laughs and I return his joke with a giggle of my own. "Would it be easier if there was no fur?" I ask searching his face for his reaction.  At first he looks confused and he seemed to be racking his brain for what I could be saying. "Well I'm certainly not going to shave you if that's what your asking." he smiles and we both laugh. I trusted Ezra I didn't sense any type of misjudgment or threat coming from this simple witch. 

     I began to shift into my human form and my leg grew smaller in his hand and the once thick course fur is now bare soft human skin. The robe that was a perfect fit before, is now hanging down off my shoulders. It draped around me like a sheet and Ezra had stayed quiet so far, only staring wide eyed and enchanted at the sight. My hair falls in front of my face as I smile at him, "Is that any better?" He's still not said a word so far, just staring at my face and rubbing my legs searching for the fur that was no longer there. "Now how did you do that? spell? hallucinations? Are you even a wolf?" He seems stunned and unsure of what to say, he did however have lots of questions some of which I could answer and others was searching for myself. We talked while taking the ticks that had made themselves at home on me off finally, burning them as he went. his hands glided over me like soap and his hands felt like heaven against my skin.  "I'm honestly stunned I didn't think of it before you told me, I remember in school they use to mention small things about dire wolves but they never dove into that chapter which I guess was because you guys were believed to have died out long ago. but behold!" he places some bubbles on my he'd and smiles so wide that his eyes look squinty. "your here1 So obviously the world didn't lose all of its beautiful one of a kind dire wolves." What a sweet happy minded guy, he seemed to only be able to see the silver lining and if he could see the other side of things then he hides his emotions very well. It didn't take much for the mud and dirt that was previously there to fall away into the soapy water. Ezra had gone to make himself a cup of tea and was waiting in his room for when I was done. My hair had been shampooed and I washed my body with the bar of soap sitting on the side of the tub. It was green and purple but see through, there was a small flower in the middle and there seemed to be small beads in the soap that came out as you washed. It smelled like roses and vanilla, the smell reminded me of Ezra. Soon I got out and dried myself off with the lavender towel Ezra had left behind, throwing the robe on and heading to where Ezra had said his room was. He had laid out a large t-shirt and a pair of women's shorts? I hadn't seen a women in here before and no-one had said anything about a wife or girlfriend ... maybe they were a friend of his, at least that's what I'm hoping. As soon as my head hit the soft feather pillow I drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of of cookies, flowers, and Ezra? oh, Finnigan as well. Seems I simply cant escape the happenings of tonight or the past. My memories slowly drift back to that little blonde haired girl I had loved once before.

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should defiantly take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters.

I also have a second chapter out on wattpad you can find it here.

https://my.w.tt/i2iNayX8mbb

[tracle0]

happy sts!! (?) or maybe just a happy saturday? nonetheless, question time! since I got to read recently about the inspirations behind the wip4 main characters' names, I was wondering what the motivations were behind the names of the main characters of your other works! maybe both from your perspective as a writer and from an in-story perspective? and how do they feel about their names?

Happy?? STS?!?! Saturday is good and happy and it is STS, whoop! I like this question but it’s gonna be a very underwhelming answer and I apologize for that. 

Sonder was. Very dull, not gonna lie, it’d just be looking for mostly generic names that seemed to fit the brand haha. The most notable backstory names are probably Andy and Atlas. 

Andy came from an inside joke with a friend that no villains can be named Andy. I wanted to prove her wrong, so Andy was named Andy and now I do not trust Any Andy’s. Full name Andrew Peep, which he does not like and prefers Andy. Probably a family name, which is sad because he does not see his family. 

Atlas came from me being like ‘wait shit I haven’t named this character yet’ and asking a friend for a name. She spat out Atlas Barnabus like it wasn’t the best name in the world, and I was in awe. Definitely named after the Greek Titan, was not aware of that at all, very much likes their name. 

Collateral - hhhh okay listen. Listen Collateral and names give way to one of my dumbest Collateral stories, you’re gonna have to hear this out. 

So when I was first writing Collateral, I’d already found both Cain and Theo their names that fit - Theo cause it sounded nice, Cain named after the Caine in the Gone series. But they didn’t have last names, which was an issue, so I was looking for a last name for them. I knew I wanted Cain to have a last name starting with either C or K, cause alliteration, and pulled Kavon out of thin air. I liked it, so it stayed. 

A few weeks later, in film studies, we were learning about Kim Novak, and I liked the name Novak, so stole it and gave it to Theo. 

I did not notice their names were the same forward and backwards for a year and a half, until a friend pointed it out to me. This was not deliberate at all. It Just Happened and I plead ignorance to that tomfuckery. 

Anyway, they both are alright about their names. Theo prefers Theo to Theodore cause no-one got any time for all those syllables. Cain once found out about Biblical Cain and spent about three hours going down that rabbit hole before going ‘alright whatever’ and moving on.

Speaking of moving on - DIAS. I can talk a bit more about that cause that was recent. 

Ant comes from the word ‘antagonist’ actually - I wanted to write about someone who saw themselves as The Bad Guy, which Ant definitely does a lot of the time. It’s a nickname, and I have no idea what their real name is, nor where the nickname comes from, but they like Ant. Their last name - Carnell - is a family name. Not my surname, but someone in my family somewhere had that, and I liked it so yoinked it and gave it to Ant. 

Leon! Leon went through a lot of changes in his name - originally he was Tag, which also comes from ‘antagonist’ but I hated that, so changed it to Tad, which I also hated. So he was without a name and it was getting closer and closer to Nano and the time I’d write his story and I was like ????? what do. 

What I did was drew him a bit. A friend in film class (man, film class really helped to name my characters huh) saw the doodle and was like ‘ooo who’s that’. I told her it was a character in my book, and no, he doesn’t have a name, you should give him one, and she spat out Leon. And hey it actually really works, he can keep that, except wait, he’s Jewish, needs a Hebrew name and I’d like to give him a specifically Jewish surname. Some looking on Jewish name websites gave me Tzalka, and some more looking gave me Cohen, cool, done. 

In-universe, Leon’s name came from his grandfather - it was DIAS Leon’s middle name, and when he left home, he wanted to leave That Part Of His Life behind as well, so swapped from Tzalka to Leon, which he definitely prefers. 

Uhhh other characters - Vincent came from a fandom (which I’m about 90% sure is FNAF ngl) and I went ‘okay well I like the name so shall associate it elsewhere’ and gave it to Vinnie. Last name had the same deal - Scullary came from... 

Phew, okay, side tangent. One of my first characters I made was named Skullary, which came from the play ‘The Road’ which I watched when I was younger. The person playing that character had a really bad cold, so had to use a microphone to make her voice heard, and she fucking killed it, and the voice was so interesting I wanted a character who used it, so stole the name, except I misspelt it as Skullary instead of Scullary oops. Anyway, I wanted to re-use that name, so gave it to Vincent. He likes his name well enough but Definitely Does Not Like Going By Vinnie, so definitely don’t call him that. 

Simon came from the game Simon Says, because it is The Most Silvertongue Game and it made me laugh that his name is such an obvious pun. 

Bonus: wip4 obviously mostly came from filmmakers, because the obsession of that book is filmmaking, as you know. Buster Keaton and... Just Mika the musician, he’s the odd one out. Lynne Ramsay and George Lucas gave a lot of characters a portion of their names. 

I am, however, gonna go on a tiny tangent about Keaton’s last name because it delights me, and then also probably Percival’s name because that amuses me. 

So! Keaton is Spanish - his family comes from Spain and he speaks Spanish as well as English. I’m sure his deadname is probably something very Spanish, but it’s a deadname so we don’t talk about it. I wanted to find a Spanish surname for him, cause like... obviously it doesn’t have to be Spanish, but I wanted it to be, so I was scrolling through Spanish surnames for a while. 

Palomo is a legit Spanish surname in use, and it means pigeon. Keaton likes pigeons. So I was delighted and I always forget it but that’s his last name.

Percival! Percival’s name is actually a fill-in. In a Discord chat I’m in with my friends, I sometimes join the voice chats but cannot talk cause Anti Microphone. So I type instead, and sometimes get bored and just spam words. And the name Percival was very funny to me so I spammed that. 

So, when I needed to name the Bad Guy of wip4, I gave him the name Percival as a joke, and it. Seemed to work. I no longer spam Percival in the chat. 

Anyway there you go, the entire history of where names in my WIPs come from. Spoilers; not the most interesting, but it is long and I hope you found some bits funny or enjoyable. 

[margridarnauds]

1) How'd you get into Japanese Musicals?, 2) Favorite Celtic Myth?, 3) Favorite POTO Cast (Real Trio that existed together + make a trio of anyone you want)?

(1) I feel like this is a fairly common origin story for the international fandom of Japanese musicals, but I got in, primarily, through German musicals that had been given Japanese productions. I had the...luck (?) of falling into Frank Wildhorn musicals around 2011-2012, which was perfect because it was timed EXACTLY so that I was there when the very first Japanese production of Dracula happened, and so I watched the proshot of that. I thought it was okay, not my FAVORITE (that went, at the time, to the German, though now I’m firmly #TeamKorea), but it was good! And it was a good introduction. 

Because of the German production of Dracula, I fell into Elisabeth (aka “The Reason I took up German in the first place) and, like a ton of people, fell into the Takarazuka production of Elisabeth (and The Scarlet Pimpernel, because Wildhorn) because of that, though it still wasn’t a great, overwhelming love for me. It was okay, it was pretty, but not an OVERWHELMING love. 

I was interested in Lady Bess...fairly early on, I want to say 2014-2015, not long after its premiere, because I was like “Oh, Kunze and Levay are doing a musical on Elizabeth I? PRETTY COSTUMES?” I think I actually was there to see the very early press releases, ft. the English demos, as they were released. But, of course, Lady Bess was a bit of a white whale. There was NOTHING on it, the cast album was phenomenal, but that was ALL, really. Very little in the way of video, very little in the way of pictures (now I could probably find them, but back then I was a bit on my own), nothing in the way of plot. So, I basically gave it up for lost, though I retained hope that, one day, SOMETHING would surface on it. 

Then, 1789. Attending the European Musicals Streamathon in....around 2017. Seeing the Takarazuka 1789. It was like LIGHTNING. I’d loved the French production, though I fell out of it due to the general disdain for it that I felt in the French Musicals fandom at the time, but, if I’d loved it before, the Zuka made me fall in love with it x10. I wrote fanfic, for the first time in my fandom life (or, at least, fanfic that saw the light of day), I got involved in the world of Takarazuka (I’m not as much there as I am with Toho, and I know some people probably think I actively dislike it, but it IS where my roots are, and I retain a ton of affection for it), attended streams, etc. It got me into the rabbit hole of Japanese musical theatre, really, though Toho would have to come a little later. 

Then, in 2018: The announcement that Lady Bess was coming back. I don’t know how, but even then, I had the sense of “What if they do a proshot, like they did for Elisabeth and Mozart? What if we get that?” And then, shortly afterwards. The announcement. It was a “HOLY SHIT” moment, because I’d been waiting for FOUR YEARS and there it was. And it was expensive, especially for a family that. Well, no nice way of putting it, we’re well below poverty level. 

It was also...perfectly if also morbidly timed as well, because 2018 is on the record as being one of my most difficult years, even next to 2020. In 2018, I was a senior, just wrapping up my undergrad, I was overworked, exhausted, terrified of not getting my capstone in, and my uncle had just died in the last month or so of my program (along with my paternal grandfather), with my mom, who’s generally my #1 supporter, not able to be there for me at home because she was often over at his place, taking care of him.

 I was, frankly, absolutely miserable. 

But my mom told me that, as a present for dealing with....everything, I could get any Japanese musical that I wanted. And I chose Lady Bess. 

I remember taking it back from the post office, SO excited because it was actually REAL and I could hold it after all that time, and then getting my mom and aunt to play it in the front room so that I could finally see it. And then, with that first shot of the night sky as the overture plays, as Ascham takes the stage, I was totally in love and, more than that, my family was, too. 

Then the announcement that 1789 was going to re-run. As soon as I saw it, I thought of Lady Bess, and I was like “....are they....?” And then the resulting announcement shortly afterwards, which had me conflicted because, on one hand. It was *1789*. Arguably the single greatest musical love of my life, the musical that got me to write and publish fanfiction. And it was the TOHO one, the one that the entire fandom had been curious about since 2016. But also. My family had just spent the money on Lady Bess. It was hard to justify pre-ordering 1789, no matter how in love they were with Lady Bess. 

But, as it was, I had a streak of luck - I’d been given some money as a  graduation present by a close friend of the family (which was given under the STRICT order that I buy something “frivolous”), and so, with nothing else really frivolous to spend it on...I was basically vibrating around six months later, when the proshot arrived in the mail, and got to put it in the DVD player. 

If my family fell in insta-love with Lady Bess, they REALLY fell in love with the energy of 1789. To the point where we watched either it or Lady Bess once a night. And, from there...I was sold. No real going back for me. The last year, I’ve not been able to keep up with the new releases (I know when they happen, but I can’t buy them), but I’m still very much IN, and it’s me the chance to know some very, very awesome people. It was a long road, but definitely worth it, in my opinion. 

(2) Cath Maige Tuired! My actual baby, my child, the love of my life, the one that really got me into it in the first place. (Read the Elizabeth Gray translation, skip the Stokes.) It was reading John Carey’s article on “Myth and Mythography in Cath Maige Tuired” that I realized that people could study this stuff AS A FIELD and, not only that, but Americans could do it to, and since that point...I never really wanted anything else, besides the odd break. It is funny because, when I was doing aforementioned Capstone, my mom wanted to read up on it, since it was a major part of my work and she wanted to get involved. And I was like “Sure, here!” 

...since I’d been reading CMT since I was 14. I had forgotten that it contains one of the single most explicit sex scenes in medieval Irish literature. 

Coming from a fantasy background, it’s probably the closest you can get to a fantasy novel, in terms of scope and characterization - you have this vast variety of characters who, even though we don’t get INTERIORITY into them as such, do have quite a bit of depth to them once you pick below the surface, and it has a hundred different angles. I think that the best description was by Mark Williams, who described it as being “like shards of mirror stuck into the ground at angles to one another”, because that really is it. You have a hundred things going on, a hundred characters reflecting and refracting against one another, a hundred different social contexts, and the result is a work that, while seemingly a very simple tale about kingship and power and good and evil, is very complex. 

(3) I can’t speak as much about acting since, in all honesty....I haven’t. Really. Watched any POTO bootlegs. All the way through. (I’M A FAKE FAN, I KNOW. I KNOW.) 

That being said, I THINK that, as far as trios that have played, Kim So Hyun, Hong Kwang Ho, and Son Jun Ho have my entire heart. Kim So Hyun has a BRILLIANT voice, and a very distinctive porcelain doll-esque appearance that fits her very well, Hong Kwang Ho has a magnificent voice (first fell in love with him in Death Note), and Son Jun Ho....you can tell that he’s married to Kim So Hyun in real life because there’s such a tenderness to their performance - It really sells R/C. 

Honorable mentions include Claire Moore’s Christine, who’s had my heart from the first time I heard her very distinctive, haunting “oo” cadenza, Ivan Ozhogin, Celia Hottenstein (got to see her live so I’ve had a soft spot for her Christine ever since), Jeremy Hays, Hugh Panaro (who was once kind enough to deal with a teenaged fan at stage door for a concert of his and take a picture, as well as sign my playbill) and....there are definitely others. 

[the-queer-dungeoneer]

Not Alone (Crowley x Fem! Reader) - Ch. 3/?

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Characters: Reader, Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel and likely more once we get into the thick of it.

Relationships: Crowley x Reader, Aziraphale x Reader, Aziraphale x Crowley

POV: First-person

Warnings: Death of a family friend

Tags: @curse-brekker​, @oopstheregoesmysoul13​

*gif is not mine and neither are any of the characters or source material!

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Y/L/N = your last name

H/C = Hair color

E/C = Eye color

F/C = Favorite color

A/N: Chapter three is here, my loves! Yay for relationship development! Honetly, I think being close friends with Aziraphale would be such a wonderful experience. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to my lovely editor @aka-ellie ❤️

Lots of love! - TQD

October, 2018

We went to a small Indian restaurant about half a mile from the shop. The food was impeccable, but it was shoved into second place by the lovely conversation.

This time he seemed much more interested in my upbringing. I told him about how I’d grown up with my grandparents, and how I still called my grams every day. I talked about how I had grown up in art and theatre classes, which had helped me with my anxiety and depression. I also explained that this was my motivation for working towards arts as a form of healthcare. I had experienced the benefits upfront, and they could be so helpful for so many people. I left a lot of the more unsavory details of my childhood out because it didn’t seem like the time to bear my uglier scars.

He asked me all kinds of questions about growing up in Seattle. He wanted to know all about if the seafood there was as good as he’d heard (I hate seafood, so I was the wrong person to ask about that) and I told him that I thought it might be. We talked about the interesting bookshops around the city, and I gushed that his was far better than any of them, which made him grin like a schoolboy.  

I was content wandering arm in arm with Aziraphale. I hadn’t had a meal that delicious or filling in weeks. I’d been subsisting off peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and instant noodles because of my limited budget. It was great to not feel hungry, and even better to not feel lonely. I was smiling despite myself, and there are few memories I treasure more than that one.

He walked me to my apartment and cordially held the door open once I’d buzzed myself in. His gentlemanly demeanor never seemed patronizing, always completely genuine. It was sweet.

“Would you like to come in? I have coffee and tea.”

“Oh goodness dear, it’s rather late. I do not want to take up any more of your evening,” he responded. We seemed to be caught in a dance of wanting to spend time together, but not impose. The best part was, it wasn’t just me.

“Really, Aziraphale, it’s no trouble. I stay up this late all the time. If it sweetens the deal at all, I can dig out some hot cocoa? Oh! You can even meet my bunny!”

“Well you didn’t tell me that you have a rabbit! That is all the convincing I need.” He giggled happily and followed me up the stairs.

My living space was quaint, and by quaint, I mean incredibly small. But it was all the space I could possibly need. After all, it was just me and Penelope, and I wasn’t entertaining much.

Penelope had a small hutch with a litter box and a bed, but I never closed the door. She hopped about the apartment most all day and night. I did lock her up when I was sleeping though. I had this nagging fear that she would hop into bed with me and I’d suffocate her by accident. Dark, I know, but real. Also, locking her up at night and covering the cage with a blanket meant she slept when I did, so we were on relatively the same schedule. It made life easier. Penelope had been my best friend for two years. She was a graduation present from my grandfather when I finished high school. I had hidden her in my dorm room secretly during freshman year, and against my family's wishes, I had paid the extra fees to have her travel with me all the way to London. She was more companion than pet. I read her all my papers and textbooks, I let her pee on the papers I’d gotten bad grades on, she cuddled with me on bad days and hopped around my feet in celebratory dance parties. We were inseparable.

I smiled unlocking my little red front door. The number fourteen was crooked. I should have told the landlord by now, but it added character, so I didn’t really mind.

“Where’s my little fluffernutter?” I called in a sing-song voice. I was answered with the skittering sound of bunny feet and Penelope made her way into the kitchen and slid across the tiles to greet me. She jumped straight into my arms and nuzzled against my chest. She often acted more like a dog than a rabbit. I wasn’t sure who was more co-dependent, but I didn’t care. It was nice to be needed. “Oh, hello darling! Mama missed you so much!”

“My goodness! That is the most affectionate rabbit I have ever seen! What is her name?”

“Oh, where are my manners? Aziraphale, this is Penelope,” I said hiking the small furball into the crook of my elbow, “And Penelope, this is Aziraphale,” I finished, grabbing a hold of her paw and extending it in a mock-introductory handshake.”

Aziraphale went right along with my dorky antics and shook Penelope’s paw. “It is lovely to meet such a refined lady as yourself Miss Penelope, I marvel at the pleasure.”

I couldn’t hold back my giggles. I knew I could laugh freely with Aziraphale. However, when I inadvertently snorted I stopped short and my cheeks flushed red.

“Oh well that was simply adorable,” Aziraphale giggled. “Don’t go getting all embarrassed, I have heard centuries worth of embarrassing laughs, and yours doesn’t even come close.”

I exhaled and continued my giggling fit. As I made my way into the apartment kitchen. I slid my shoes off and left them to the right of the door before padding across the outdated linoleum tiles the grab a few mugs. My kitchen, while small, was lovely. The cabinets were all a shade of robin’s egg blue and the countertops were a subtle white tile. It was the first thing when you saw when you entered and added a calming air to the room. It wrapped around into a small bar with matching blue bar stools to the left, and the rest of my studio sprawled out behind that. There was a large window facing north, which my couch (also my bed) sat underneath on the far wall. I had photos and cards from my family and friends back home as well as art pieces I’d collected over the years hung up all around. The coffee table perched in front of my couch/bed - we’ll call it my bouch - was covered in textbooks, papers and highlighters as well as a few empty bowls and a smattering of silverware. Across from the bouch was my television on top of my bookshelf. I didn’t watch much TV, but I had a Gamecube that I liked to play occasionally, to relax. At the far end of the apartment from the kitchen was my small bathroom. It was decorated all in lime green. Definitely a product of the 70’s when these apartments went up. Penelope’s hutch sat on the wall next to the bathroom door. It was just a basic black wire hutch with a hidey hole, a water bottle, food bowl and wood shavings.

I only had enough serving ware for two people, thankfully I had done most of the dishes. Usually, two-people’s-worth just meant I could eat another bowl of soup before I actually had to consider pulling out a sponge. I busied myself with tea while Aziraphale settled down on one of the barstools watching the odd dance I did to prepare everything with one arm occupied by my small rodent best friend. When she got squirmy, I set her down.

“I know it’s past your bedtime you little monster. Give me one second.” I huffed before walking over and grabbing her small blanket from the ground next to the couch. I laid it out in the hutch under the hidey hole cover where she liked to sleep and gestured at it with playful annoyance. “How’s that, your majesty?”

Apparently, it was fine because she hopped right in. I gently latched the door and flipped down the quilt that was folded on top of the hutch. She’d likely be asleep in minutes. She, like her human, loved to sleep. Naps were only second to food.

The kettle started to whistle, causing me to whip around and slide back to the kitchen. I had become an expert in the Olympic sport of sock-on-tile skating in my time, though I did smack my hip on the oven handle during my graceful finish.

“Oh, dear! Are you alright?” Aziraphale winced.

“Yeah, yeah! I am a bit of a klutz. I do stupid stuff all the time. Now! Your tea, sir. Be careful, it’s hot.” I smiled, placing a mug on the counter.

“Oh, thank you! Your apartment is beautiful. You’ve made it very welcoming. There is a lot of love in here.”

I settled down on the barstool next to him, and he started asking about all of my pictures. I pulled one of my favorites off the wall, a glossy 5x7 of myself and my grams in matching skeleton costumes. I was seven, and we went trick-or-treating around the police station where my grandpa worked. One of the officers picked me up shouting “Who left this skeleton out on the floor?! All human remains should be sealed in the evidence locker!” He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me all around the precinct. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. He slapped an evidence sticker across my forehead and gave me a full-sized Twix bar.

Officer Peterson was a good man. He had passed away in the line of duty two years later. I was too young to really understand that. I remembered though, my grandpa had sat me down and talked to me for a long time about death and how it worked. He told me it wasn’t something bad. A lot of times it meant people weren’t hurting or scared anymore. Grandpa never backed away from the hard conversations. I was lucky for that.

This is how the evening went on. Each picture had so many memories and smiles attached. Aziraphale never ran out of questions to ask. He was so curious, as though domestic life was the most interesting thing in the world. I don’t know when three o’clock rolled around, but that didn’t stop anything. Neither of us considered wrapping things up until well after the sun started to peak through the window and Penelope started to stir in her hutch.