#but it didn't go off in one room which was where the spanish class was

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this friday will mark one year since the queen died

what the fuck

[hugshughes]

betty C. Bedard

Connor Bedard x fem!reader

synopsis - senior year starts, and Connor tries to fix everything after you were left torn to shreds after rumors all summer spread through your small town that Connor had a fling with someone all summer. a fling that supposedly began not long after the messy and unclear "end" of your relationship with him.

wc - 5k

contains - based off of Betty so... <\3. but not that bad because it's less James (Connor) being a douche and more teenagers love to spread rumors and misinformation!!!! crying, sadness, anger, shouting :( but also!!!! touching, hugging, kissing, making out a little bit. reader is 17, and her birthday isn't exactly clear but it's in september. Connor is a jealous teenage boy, and reader is a jealous teenage girl <\3. OH also my high school was 4 periods with over 2000 students and home room was just first period??? i know others are obvi different but that's just what im going off of!

an - hai!!! me when i cut lyrics like this when they don't exactly match how im writing the fic >_< i missed u people. i'm very genuinely sorry i've been gone but i genuinely have had one of the best summers of my life. IM SORRY A CHORUS GOT CUT IT WAS GONNA MAKE THIS HAVE TOO MUCH FILLER OKAY I DID THIS FOR US.

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betty, i won't make assumptions, about why you switched your homeroom. but, i think it's 'cause of me.

Second day of senior year, you prayed it would be better than the first.

Yesterday, August 27th, you'd walked into homeroom, and your heart had dropped. Connor sat at a table in the back, laughing at something with his friends. Your Connor. You couldn't even call him that anymore. He wasn't yours. Apparently, he was another girl's, now. A girl from your town's rival school, Augustine, or something.

You sat through first period financial literacy with a weight in your chest. You sat at the very front table with a few friends, trying to smile and converse with them. They could tell something was wrong, and when your teacher said Connor's name during attendance they'd realized what.

You went to second period, feeling a bit better. Then, during lunch, you sped to the guidance office, begging your counselor to change your schedule. She was skeptical, having a feeling it had to do with something social, which she didn't believe called for a change. But when she noticed the tears that welled up in your eyes, she just smiled and clicked her mouse a few times, handing you a brand new paper for the classes you'd start the next morning.

To say Connor Bedard noticed you when you came into homeroom yesterday was the understatement of the year. The boy's smile dropped, his eyes locked on your figure as you shrugged your backpack off, smiling at your friend you sat next to. Yes, this class would be his chance to reconnect with you, fix and explain everything.

He walked into day 2 with a plan, a plan to somehow talk to you in first. He sat in the same seat he had yesterday, talking with his friends while his eyes never left your chair. He waited, and waited, and waited for you to walk in. You never did, you were in another classroom, first period AP Spanish, laughing with your best friend as you did icebreakers.

When the bell rang, he stopped the girl you sat next to the day before, awkwardly calling her name. He asked her where you were, and your friend faked confusion while she fought off laughter.

"Oh, she had her schedule switched, she has like Spanish now I think."

He nodded, mumbling a thank you as he swiftly exited the classroom, his friends shouting at him from the doorway.

As the school day went on, your day got significantly better while Connor's did the opposite. He got in his car after the final bell had rung, sitting in silence for just a minute before his friends piled in. Of course they'd all lived in your neighborhood, it being the most common one for your high school.

betty, one time, i was ridin' on my skateboard. when i passed your house, it's like i couldn't breathe.

He dropped them off at their respective homes, turning down your street to exit the neighborhood. He slowed down as he passed your house, your car was already in the driveway, you must've just got home. Last year Connor drove you to and from school almost every day, he missed that.

You two had broken up, if you could even call it that, in late May. The two of you were arguing about something both of you would now call dumb and you'd stupidly blocked his number after an angry phone call. Connor took that as you ending it, you took it as you were sick of arguing and couldn't speak to him in the moment. You were an emotional wreck when Connor had started ignoring you, still believing it was just all stupid misplaced emotions that needed to be talked through. You let him give you the silent treatment, knowing you were both still very upset.

About two weeks later, still nothing was resolved. School had been over for about a week, but you were miserable. Everything went to shit when you were tapping through Snapchat stories one night. One of your mutuals from school had posted a photo of her and her boyfriend, Connor, and another girl sitting next to each other on a bed in the background. They weren't cuddling, but their thighs were touching while they both looked at something on Connor's phone so basically your life was ruined.

You had over a dozen girls send you the story, asking what the fuck had happened. You had to tell them and yourself that you were broken up.

you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times. but this time it was true.

It was extremely embarrassing for you once people that you barely even knew were telling others your business.

Connor knew he was royally fucked whenever a random girl he knew you were friends with had come up to him at a party during the summer and asked him about Augustine.

"Is she your new girlfriend?"

"What? No. I don't have a girlfriend."

"That's not what she thinks."

He almost asked who, but he knew who she was talking about. You. Everything was you. He couldn't get you out of his mind no matter how hard he had tried.

the worst thing that i ever did, was what i did to you.

Augustine didn't mean anything to him. His friend had tried to set him up with her because of how sad he'd been. But, he didn't have eyes for anyone but you, so she was just a friend of his.

All summer, he'd tried to find ways that put you two in the same place at the same time. Your town's annual Fourth of July fireworks? You were at the beach with family. Your mutual friend's huge 17th birthday bash? You were at young life camp with friends. The one time it could've worked was when you hosted a party, it was an open invite, but of course, it was the weekend Connor had his biggest hockey camp of the summer. It's like the universe wanted him miserable.

but if i just showed up at your party, would you have me?

You tried to erase Connor from your mind, but it was too hard. Living in a town where everything reminded you of the blonde boy sucked. And even if you were gone, you couldn't get away from him online, either. He was the guy to be watching for next year's NHL Draft. He was amazing, but he was also a very young and socially dumb boy.

You and Connor had gotten together towards the end of freshman year. It'd been about a month since your two year anniversary when the whole miscommunication and breakup took place. He was your first boyfriend, and you were his first girlfriend. Everyone at school knew about you two, even the people who didn't know you at all. It wasn't because you two were grossly comfortable with PDA at 8 am on a Wednesday.

You two weren't at all comfortable with your relationship being too on display to anyone, but the small and subtle things that made people silently root for the two. People saw just how you looked at each other, and how your moods changed with and without each other. They watched you two together at every event. Saw you as the loudest girl in the student section at hockey games. It was just sweet.

would you want me?

Connor was fucked. Although he couldn't confirm it, he was convinced your disappearance from first period was due to his presence. You changed your schedule to get away from him, that's how much he'd hurt you.

would you tell me to go fuck myself?

He wondered what you'd do if he just showed up at your house, or came up and asked to talk to you at school. Would you tell him to fuck off? Would you agree to talk, and listen to his apologies?

or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me, if i told you it was just a summer fling?

Connor had to speak with you, he couldn't contain himself any longer. When the final bell rang he sat in his car and waited for his friends, driving them home, through your neighborhood once again. He passed your house, only your car was in the driveway. He parked on the street, closing his car door gently behind him as he trekked up your driveway and to the front door.

He knocked softly, stepping back a few feet to wait. After thirty seconds the door opened a third of the way, your body coming into view. You were already in comfy clothes, you hated when your outside clothes touched your bed, Connor remembered. Your eyes widened, your brain sending panic signals through your body, your limbs freezing up.

"Oh my God. Uh, hi?"

You had no clue why Connor would be standing awkwardly on your front porch at 2:38 pm on a Tuesday.

"Hey. You can tell me to fuck right off and I will but, can we like, talk?"

i'm only seventeen, i don't know anythin'. but, i know i miss you.

You blinked a few times, the words taking a moment to register. Connor wanted to talk to you? About what? Did he need real closure after all the dumb shit that happened between you?

"Oh, yeah, sure. Come in."

You led him to your room, you weren't sure why you didn't just go to the living room, silently cursing yourself halfway up the stairs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was it clean? Were there clothes on the floor? You were now mortified by the idea of Connor seeing a bra on your bedroom floor, something that wouldn't have crossed your mind five months ago.

Your room was fine, only some socks and a sweatshirt on the ground. You sat in the cushy chair in your corner, pulling your knees to your chest. Connor sat cautiously on the end of your bed, he was always the one person you'd let wear outside clothes on your bed because you didn't care as long as he was laying with you.

It was eerily silent for a few moments before Connor spoke up, your head snapping to him.

"Um, I've been wanting to talk for a really long time, seriously."

You nodded, your eyes leaving his, the air too tense.

"Me too."

Connor's eyes widened at that, seriously? You wanted to talk to him? That was what he'd been hoping for months.

"I can't really think of a better way to say this but, uh. I miss you, a fuckin' lot. And I know I royally fucked up but I really just want you in my life. I hate the tension and the fuckin' like, uncertainty between us."

What? You were so confused. He missed you? But you had people all damn summer nothing but happy to fill you in on all of the Connor and Augustine news. Connor took your silence as you expecting more from him, so he filled it.

"And I know that everything that happened was because I was being a jealous asshole. I'm really sorry and I will show you that."

betty, i know where it all went wrong. your favorite song was playing from, the far side of the gym.

Ah, yes, the fight that ruined it all. See, in May, Connor and the Regina Pats were fighting through the playoffs, and he had one of the biggest games of the season on the night of prom. It was your first prom, and you'd been so excited to go with your boyfriend, so you can imagine the disappointment when he told you he wasn't going to be able to make it. You were crushed, to say the least, and sulked the entire time.

i was nowhere to be found, i hate the crowds, you know that.

The only few minutes you had fun the whole night was when a group of your friends had gotten you to dance after hours of begging, and a photo was taken of you with an arm innocently and extremely appropriately around a guy friend of yours' shoulders. It was platonic, even another girl friend of yours was on the other side of him and had her arm over yours.

It was really not a big deal, but Connor had seen it and was extremely jealous, and felt guilty. He was envious but also beating himself up over not being there.

plus, i saw you dance with him.

"Connor, that wasn't all your fault. I was a crazy bitch and blocked you, even if it was for like forty minutes. I shouldn't have done that, it was stupid. All of it."

He nodded, both of you unsure of what to say next.

you heard the rumors from inez. you can't believe a word she says, most times. but this time, it was true.

"And, I don't know if you care or not. But, I know all sorts of people have been saying stuff about me and Augustine. I promise you that I hung out with her that one time with Adam and hated it. I told her that and we were just kind of friends I guess. I only saw her one other time all summer. I wasn't already moving on from you, 'm still not."

He'd be the death of you, you were sure of it. Did he know how badly you needed to hear that? Even if you were skeptical if it was true when it first came from his mouth, the moment of silent eye contact between you two spoke volumes. He wouldn't lie to you, he was the most honest person you ever knew.

"I think it's stupid for us not to be friends, Connor. We were best friends before and while we dated. I miss that with you."

the worst thing that i ever did, was what i did to you.

You also missed kissing him, and cuddling, and whispering sweet nothings, and holding hands under the table at dinner.

You might as well have dangled Connor's heart on a string in front of him then decided to stomp on it. Friends. That would have to be how it was, he knew he couldn't have none of you, and some of you would always be better than none of you.

"That'd be really good."

You both smiled, although in your minds you both wanted more, you were too scared to say it. You stood up, Connor right after. You just looked at him close up for the first time in a while and sighed happily. You hugged him without caution, arms around his waist and face in his chest. His came around your shoulders, squeezing tightly if only for a few seconds before you let go of what had to be a friendly hug.

You both walked downstairs, Connor opening the front door and stepping onto your porch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Connie."

"Yeah, okay."

You shut the door with a smile, immediately freaking out as Connor did the same on the other side. You had no desire to be only friends with Connor, but it was the safest route to having him in your life without getting hurt.

i was walkin' home on broken cobblestones.

Connor sat in his car, staring through the windshield. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He finally had his favorite girl back in his life, but not the way he wanted. That would have to be enough though, some of you would always be better than none of you.

He snapped back into it when he realized he'd been parked outside your house for multiple minutes and drove off. He went home and then later to hockey practice, and you never left his mind.

just thinkin' of you when she pulled up, like a figment of my worst intentions.

The next day at school you smiled at Connor in the hallway. He was teased for the rest of the day by his friends at the blush he possessed after it happened.

For the next month or so, you two danced around each other. You talked often and hung out together in group settings. At school, you'd talk and laugh, all of your friends demanding they could tell you were still in love. The both of you would insist that you were now just friends and happy about it, even though both of you were yearning to be so much more than that.

she said, "james get in, let's drive." those days turned into nights. slept next to her,

Your birthday was approaching, your 18th. You insisted you wanted something small, a dinner party with your favorite people. You'd invited over a dozen of your friends, receiving RSVPs of yes from all of them. There was still one more blonde boy you wanted to ask, though.

When the final bell rang, you ran out of school like every other teen with a car. Instead of going to yours, you found yourself walking up to Connor's black jeep, one you were oh so familiar with. He was on his phone but noticed you immediately as you were walking up.

He rolled his window down, a grin gracing his face.

"Hey, what's up?"

You lent your elbow against the window sill, resting your cheek against your hand.

"So, my birthday's on Saturday, and I'd really like if you came. It's just a small dinner party at my house, nothing crazy. You might be the only guy attending but I'd love if you could make it. I totally get if you can't though, it's a bit short notice."

Connor's eyebrows raised in shock. You wanted him at your birthday? This felt more intimate between the two of you than any other moment in the past couple weeks. Connor wasn't gonna let you down like he had at prom.

"I'll be there. Can't wait."

Connor wished he didn't love how your eyes instantly brightened, the corners crinkling to match the grin on your face.

"Great, awesome. I'll see you there Connie."

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you said bye and turned to trek to your parking spot.

"Yeah, bye. I lo-"

I love you. Connor cut himself off before he could say he loved you. Holy shit, why did he almost say he loved you? He prayed you couldn't hear it, the way you kept walking didn't make it look like you did, but he couldn't see your face.

Your jaw dropped, hearing the first two syllables out of his mouth before he caught himself. Oh my God, Connor almost just told you he loved you. You kept on to your car, waiting until you were alone to freak out. Of course, you'd said it all the time while dating, but he hadn't told you that in months, you assumed he didn't feel that way about you anymore.

Connor had told you he couldn't wait for your party, and it was the truth. He had never been a patient boy, and waiting to see you all day on Saturday had him fidgety. He was wearing jeans and a navy Ralph Lauren quarter-zip, a white t-shirt peeking out from the unzipped section. He was wearing his cleanest sneakers and held a small gift bag in one hand, flowers in the other.

betty, i'm here on your doorstep. and, I planned it out for weeks.

He knocked on your door at 7:02, having been sitting in his car outside your house since 6:57, telling himself he could do this. You opened the door quickly, a gorgeous smile on your face. Your eyes widened when you saw what was in Connor's hands, wrapping your arms around his neck in what was too close to be a friendly hug. He wrapped his arms around you, careful to not dishevel the flowers.

"Hey, Connor. Thanks for coming."

"Wouldn't miss it. Happy birthday."

You pulled away after what felt like not long enough, leading Connor inside. He handed you the flowers, a moment of tension between you. Your mother greeted him, hugging him and taking the flowers from you to put in a vase.

Connor was first to arrive, followed shortly by your best friend, who silently made fun of you for how flustered you were. Everyone was in your house by 7:18, and you talked and mingled until around 8 when you decided it was time to eat. You sat next to Connor at your big dining table, earning a few teasing looks from your girl friends.

Dinner lasted a while, everyone talking and laughing. A little over an hour passed by before your mom came through the entrance of the room, holding a stand with a cake, 18 golden candles stuck in the pink and white frosting. Everyone sang as you awkwardly laughed. You closed your eyes and wished for Connor, he was all you could think of. You blew your candles out and everyone cheered, clapping and laughing.

You hung out for a while with everyone, another hour and a half passing before people's curfews started falling. Of course, Connor was the last person there, he'd always been the last one there when everyone else had gone.

but, it's finally sinkin' in.

You two sat on the couch, still awfully close even though everyone else was gone.

"You gonna open your gifts?"

You turned and looked at the small pile of boxes and bags, shrugging.

"My mom always said it was rude to open gifts in front of my guests."

"Am I just a guest to you?"

You laughed, shaking your head. You stood and grabbed all the gifts, laying them on your coffee table before you began opening things. Every gift was thoughtful and sweet, you left things in specific piles so you knew what to thank people for later. Connor's gift was last, and his stomach twisted when you grabbed the bag.

betty, right now is the last time, i can dream about what happens when, you see my face again.

Shit, this was when he was gonna tell you everything. You pulled at the neatly placed tissue paper, you could tell Mrs. Bedard had helped Connor out. The first piece came out and you saw the envelope sitting on the side of the bag. You grabbed it and Connor gently grabbed your wrist.

the only thing i wanna do,

"Can you read it after? I wanna see your reaction before."

"Okay."

Your eyebrows scrunched, but you didn't think too much of it. You pulled out the next piece of tissue paper and your jaw dropped. A small teal box sat wrapped in a bow. The color was unmistakable, the bow too. You looked up at Connor with wide eyes, already feeling tears prick your waterline.

"Connor you didn't."

is make it up to you.

"You don't even know what I did. Look at it."

You grabbed the box, pulling it out and gently untying the bow. You slip the lid off the box, your assumption proved correct, a beautiful white gold necklace lying pretty and perfect in the box. Two heart-shaped white gold pendants hung down, shiny and polished to perfection. Your eyes watered, no one had ever done something so kind for you.

"Connor, I can't even accept this. 'S too much."

"Well I'm not gonna wear it, and I'm not returning it either."

You lightly examined the necklace, light reflecting on the second heart causing something to catch your eye. You held the box closer to your face, squinting for just a second before your eyes widened. There was a small 98 engraved in the heart, your jaw dropping slightly.

so i showed up at your party. yeah, i showed up at your party.

"I've had it since June. I'd tried to order it for our two years but it took forever to ship."

You couldn't help but set the small box down and throw your arms around Connor, a huff of surprise leaving him at the impact. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly.

"I love it, I love you."

You took a leap of faith as you pulled back just slightly and kissed your ex-boyfriend. His arms around you tightened, kissing back immediately. Your hands held his face as you kissed fervently. You were practically pulled into Connor's lap by the time you pulled away to catch your breath, chest heaving as you stared at each other. Connor grinned, extremely happy his girl was back in his arms.

yeah, i showed up at your party.

"I love you."

You giggled and leaned your forehead against his shoulder, still taking in what had just happened.

"Missed you so much."

You turned your head and left a kiss on his neck in response, your boy was back in your arms.

"Missed you more. You don't even know."

"I do know, all summer fuckin' sucked."

"Yeah! And your ass had dating rumors two weeks after we 'broke up'!"

"The key word there is rumors."

You both laughed, Connor kissing you again. You both smiled and giggled into the kiss, tingles running through your bodies.

"Hey, sweetheart! Did everyone leave?"

Your mom had gone upstairs to bed after cake, you thought she'd be asleep by now. You shushed Connor's giggling, pushing yourself off his lap and pulling him up with you.

will you have me?

"Almost mom! Connor's still here, he's leaving soon!"

"Alright, well goodnight you two!"

You both called goodnight to her, turning and smiling at each other.

"I guess that was you demanding I leave."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and pecking him a few times.

"Shut up! If I had only said that you were still here she'd probably be down here in her pajamas making sure we aren't getting at it on my couch."

Connor just laughed, kissing you again. You two sat back down and just sat together for a while. You both had missed just existing together so much. It was nearing midnight when Connor told you he had to go.

"I have practice at like 6 tomorrow."

"Connor! You're only gonna get like five hours of sleep. Go home."

He stood up, pulling you with him. You walked him out, very quietly opening the front door. Connor's arms wrapped around you again as you stood on the front porch of your home. You laid your head in the curve of his neck with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stood in silence for a few moments, before you interrupted the quiet.

"You know what I wished for?"

"No. What'd you wish for?"

"You."

will you kiss me on the porch, in front of all your stupid friends?

He grinned, kissing you sweetly. He held your face as your hands gripped at his quarter-zip. After a few moments, you pulled away, giggly and drunk in love. You didn't know but your Ring Doorbell was catching the whole thing on camera.

You two stood on your porch talking until ten after midnight when you cursed at yourself and insisted Connor needed to go get some rest.

"Walk me to my car?"

"Fine, princess."

if you kiss me, will it be just like i dreamed it?

He failed to fight his laughter as he told you to shut up. You held hands as you walked down your driveway, Connor's jeep parked on the side of the road.

Connor leaned you back against the driver's door and kissed you real good. You almost forgot it was nearing 12:20 am and you were in the middle of your street making out with your technically still ex-boyfriend.

will it patch your broken wings? i'm only seventeen, i don't know anything. but i know i miss you.

You snapped back to reality and pulled away from Connor.

"You need to stop kissing me while I'm trying to get you to go home."

He climbed into his jeep, rolling down the window and leaning his arms against the window frame. As much as you wanted him to go home and get some sleep, you also loved and missed him too much to give up this moment.

"You love it, though."

standin' in your cardigan.

You rolled your eyes and sighed playfully, tilting your head and giving him a smile.

"Might be a crazy question but are we together now?"

"We were never broken up in my mind."

"Cut the poetic shit Bedard. Am I your girlfriend or not?"

He laughed, that was his girl.

"You wanna be?"

You gave him a legitimate eye roll that time, he just laughed again.

"Yes, you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend."

"Perfect, awesome. Have an amazing night. I will text you tomorrow morning whenever I wake up. Which is not gonna be around 5:30 like you."

He groaned thinking of morning practice but was back to smiling at you in less than a moment. You leaned forward, kissing him one more time.

kissin' in my car again. stopped at a streetlight.

You pulled back with a sleepy smile, your whole heart content.

"I love you, Connor."

"I love you."

“Drive safe.”

Connor watched you all the way up the driveway and into your house, waiting a few extra seconds for you to lock the door before he sped home.

Once you closed and locked the door, you were smiling and giggling to yourself. You put on your new necklace and cleaned up from your party.

The two of you slept soundly, you knowing you finally had your person back, and wouldn't lose him again anytime soon. Connor would've been okay with 20 minutes of sleep if that's how long you kept him. His girl was finally his again, and he wasn't going to lose her again.

[lareynaderucorazon]

Sol x Reader, long post, Minors DNI

"I'm home"

You call out as you take off your shoes. Not even a moment later Sol greets you with a kiss.

"Hi babe, how was your day?"

"Mm nothing special. How was work?"

"Ugh don't even get me started. This new hire, Kevin." You rolled your eyes at the thought of that man.

"But I'm home here with you now so all of that doesn't matter." You put your shoes up and follow your wife into the kitchen.

"Endonde esta Sebastian?"

"He's upstairs finishing his homework."

"Hmm my baby's so studious."

Sol stands over the stove in his frilly green apron. You hug him from behind and peek over his shoulder.

"What gourmet dish did you cook up for us today?"

"Well you've been craving shrimp pasta so I made shrimp fettuccini and some garlic toast."

"So that was the heavenly smell I smelled as soon ans I walked through the door."

Sol slightly blushed. He knew he was married to the love of his life for seven years now but he still couldn't get over how she complemented his cooking. He felt a little embarrassed being put on the spot but, nonetheless, pride swelled in his heart at how he's able to take care of his wife.

"Dinner's ready."

"I'll go get Sebastian."

You walked away but not before you slyly groped his ass cheek. Sol's face turned red and he covered his ass with his hands before turning to softly glare at you. You only sent him a kiss before laughing and walking away.

As you walked up the stairs you could hear faint piano music coming from your son's room. You knocked and waited for him to say come in before you opened the door.

Your son looked up at you, tearing his attention away from his homework.

"Oh hey mom, when did you get back from work?"

"Just right now. I came to get you for dinner, dad made pasta."

"I'll be right there, I'm just trying to finish this last question but I can't get past it."

"Oh what class is it for?"

"Spanish."

"Hm let me see it."

Question: Maria compro ocho frutas. Tres naranjas, dos pinas, una sandia, y dos manzanas. Cada naranja cuesta veinte y ocho pesos y cuarenta y uno centavos. Cada pina cuesta cincuenta pesos y setenta y tres centavos. Una sandia cuesta sesenta y nueve pesos y ochenta y cinco centavos. Cada manzana cuesta veinte y tres pesos y sesenta y ocho centavos. Cuanto pago Maria en dollares?

"Ok wow, that's a lot of information."

"I know right."

"Ok so lets break it down in English first. The problem say, follow along with me, Maria bought 8 fruits. Write down the numbers on top of the words so you can visualize it better. Ok, she bought 3 oranges, 2 pineapples, one watermelon, and 2 apples. Each orange costs 28 pesos and 41 cents, Each pineapple costs 50 pesos and 73 cents. One watermelon costs 79 pesos and 85 cents. Each apple costs 23 pesos and 78 cents. Did you get all that?"

"Yeah."

"Is it easier to see all the numbers written down?"

"A lot easier."

"Now remember its asking for the total in dollars and they gave us the amounts is pesos. So add all of the numbers up and then we are gonna convert the total amount into dollars."

"But how are we going to do that if the teacher didn't give us the conversion rate?"

"The internet my son. What's the total amount?"

"314.1 pesos"

"Now, looking it up on yoogle, you get 1 dollar per every 16.91 pesos. So, you divide the total amount by 16.91 and then you get your answer, which is?"

"18.6 dollars!"

"That's my boy, now let's go down and eat dinner before it gets cold."

You and your son head down to the dinner table where your husband was patiently waiting for you to.

"What took so long?"

"Homework." You and your son said simultaneously. You both laughed before all three of you started to dig in.

🤎timeskip cuz im lazy + smut🤎

Your husband was now washing the dishes as you boxed up the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow. As soon you as you were done with that you were right back onto clinging to your husband. You started trailing kisses up and down his neck, leaving hickies in certain areas. Sol started to groan as you were caressing his hips, occasionally trailing over his hard on before going under his shirt to play with his nipples.

"Mmf."

You leaned into his ear while groping his bulge.

"Shh baby."

"Wha-haa. What abous Sebastian?"

"Taking a shower. Now let me take care of my sexy husband."

You decided you were done with the teasing, so your hands finally found their way under Sol's waistband and at the base of his cock.

"Hm? What's this? Basketball shorts and no draws? You wanted this to happen didn't you? You were fantasizing about this all day weren't you?"

You teased your husband, both with your words and with your hands, slowly traversing up and down his length while occasionally flicking his head.

"Tha-hah. That's not... true."

"It's not? You don't want this? Should I stop?"

"No! No please keep going." Sol could feel you smirk against his shoulder which caused shivers to run down his spine.

"That's my pretty husband. Look at your pretty pink cock in your wife's hands. You love this don't you?"

"Yess!"

"Sh!" You tugged on his dick a little harsher which caused him to bend over and for him to almost drop a plate.

You heard the water turn off upstairs so you knew you had to finish him off quick. You let go of Sol's dick which caused him to whine. You grabbed his hips before harshly turning him around and getting on your knees. Sol's breath hitched in his throat when he felt your warm wet mouth take him all in. He gripped onto the sink as you practically sucked the soul out of him.

"Y/nn. Fuck."

You knew he was about to come so you quickened your pace and started fondling his balls.

Sol's release came quick and powerfully. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his body involuntarily jerked itself further into his wife's mouth. His hips sputtered for a few seconds before they eventually stopped.

Sol's body fell flaccid against the counter, so you picked up his shorts and gave him a kiss.

"Thanks for desert honey. Why don't you go get ready for bed while I finish up the rest of these dishes."

Sol could only nod and wobble away, the high still heavily weighing on his mind.

Finishing the dishes only took 10 minutes, and once you were done you walked up to your son's room to wish him goodnight. He looked around, trying to spot Sol.

"Where's dad?"

"Oh, he went to bed early. He was really tired today."

"Hm ok. Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight sweetie."

You turned off his lights and left your son's room. You walked down to the opposite end of the hallway to enter your room where you found Sol laying on the bed, staring up into the ceiling. He greeted you with a warm smile and love filled eyes. You smirked while closing and locking the door. You stripped out of your clothes and you could see excitement spark into your husband's eyes.

"Ready for round two?"

Sol belongs to @fantasia-kitt

[lucy90712]

Can you do a Jude Bellingham imagine where his girlfriend is very burnt out from school. They do long distance so she tries to get everything done so she can go spend time with him & watch him play. One day when she lands to watch him play against Barcelona he finds her stress crying in the room alone because she tries to be there for everyone around her but it’s costing her to stress out about getting things in on time. Somehow Jude calms her & they enjoy their day before he plays against Barcelona.

Thank you

-a very stressed & burnt out student

A/n: this is me right now too, I hope things get easier for you soon

WC: 2.0k The last few weeks maybe even months have been so stressful. Ever since I went back to university I have done nothing but go to classes and study. I know it's my final year but I didn't think it would be this difficult but there is just so much to do between assignments for classes and preparations for my dissertation. For the first few weeks I feel like I was coping pretty well but recently it's all just hit me like a truck and now I feel like I'm drowning in books and being suffocated by deadlines. 

To make it all 100 times worse where I chose to go to uni is away from my family and very far from my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong I love it here but at times like this I just wish that I had someone here to tell me it's all going to be ok. I've been really missing not just my family but my boyfriend Jude as well, I haven't seen Jude since before I came back to uni which was at the end of august and it's been killing me. I also haven't been able to talk to him as much as I would like as I've been really busy and he's been busy too with his move to Real Madrid and having to get used to living and playing over there. 

These last few months have been hard on our relationship, even though we've been long distance for a few years now we have never gone this long without seeing each other and the fact that we haven't talked as much hasn't helped. Finally we are going to see each other though as I'm flying over to see him play and just to spend a few days with him which has got me through the last few days. In order to be able to go and see Jude I have been working extra hard to get my work done as I want to actually spend time with him which I can't do if I have assignments to do but it's been difficult. All week I've only left my apartment to go to classes and I've pulled far too many all nighters but I've got quite a lot done so I guess it's somewhat worth it although I still have some things to do. 

I had an alarm set to wake me up before my flight but it wasn't needed as I'd been awake all night packing and doing uni work. The worst part was despite all my hard work I had to pack a few of my textbooks and my laptop as I didn't manage to finish everything in time. I tried to put that behind me though as I got to the airport because I still want to enjoy my time with Jude and if I'm stressed and feeling down then I'm not going to make the most of the time which I really do want to do. Jude has been telling me all week how much he's been looking forward to today he promised me that we was going to get up early to pick me up from the airport before he has to go to training which is how I know he's serious as he hates getting up in the morning. 

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After a few hours in the air I landed on Spanish soil and somehow I immediately felt a bit more relaxed as I knew it was only a matter of time until I would be in Jude's arms which is exactly what I need. As I got off the plane I text Jude to let him know I had landed which he answered right away telling me he was already waiting for me in the arrivals lounge with a disguise on so he didn't get recognised. Knowing he was waiting for me made me walk a bit quicker to collect my bag and once it was in sight I grabbed it and ran towards where Jude would be waiting for me. 

It took me a minute to find Jude but eventually I saw him stood with a hat and sunglasses on which didn't offer much of a disguise but he wasn't surrounded by people so clearly it does something. Once he saw me coming he swiftly made his way over until he was close enough to pick me up and nearly kill me with how tightly he held me. It felt so good to be in his arms again and smell his cologne it made me feel like I was home again which is exactly what I've been needing. Jude held onto me for a good while before he took my bag in one hand and my hand in the other leading me out to his car which was parked outside. Once we got in the car Jude leaned straight over the centre console and smashed his lips onto mine which led to us making out for a bit too long so we had to rush back to Jude's place on he could drop me off before going to his training session. 

Once Jude had left I went and made myself some breakfast as I didn't have time to eat before I left and I had to make myself a cup of tea because despite being in Spain I'm still British and we can't go a day without a cup of tea. Jude knows me well enough that he had brought a new pack of my favourite tea and put it on a shelf he knows I can reach along with a mug which he had clearly just brought for me. I enjoyed my cup of tea before I took my bag upstairs to go and unpack. To my surprise the room was quite clean and Jude had cleaned out one of his draws for me, well not quite there was a few hoodies and t shirts in there still but he left me a note telling me I can wear them so they are mine now. Of course I had to put a hoodie on before starting to unpack all of my stuff. 

I unpacked most of my stuff pretty quickly but then I got to the bottom of my suitcase and saw just how many text books and folders I had to pack. Seeing it made the realisation hit me that I still have so much work to do and once again all of the stresses started weighing down on me like it was physically crushing me. All week I've been so deep into work mode I bottled up all my emotions but now they are all coming out at once and for some reason I can't stop crying. It's like all of the pressure and stress has finally reached the surface and the mental breakdown all my friends warned was coming has finally arrived. I've never felt so overwhelmed in my life and I just don't know how to cope all I do know is that I need to get myself together before Jude gets back as I don't want to worry him plus I want to enjoy our time together. 

My attempts to calm myself down didn't go well if anything I just got more overwhelmed and cried more. I was so in my own world that I completely lost track of time so when I heard the front door close and Jude call my name I panicked. As his footsteps got closer to the bedroom I desperately tried to wipe the tears from my face but then I realised my eyes would still be all red so I just put the hood on the hoodie up to try and cover my face.

"Hi darling do you need any help unpacking?" Jude asked a he walked in 

"N-no I'm f-fine" I sniffled

"Babe what's wrong?" He asked clearly concerned 

"Nothing" I said 

"I know you're lying to me I can hear you sniffling what's made you so upset you know you can tell me anything" he said trying to make me open up

"I'm sorry I'm just stressed I've got so much work to do for uni I worked so hard all week so we could actually spend some time together but I couldn't finish everything and now I have loads of texts books in my suitcase and I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed I'm really sorry I'm ruining our time together" I rambled 

"Hey hey slow down it's ok there's no need to be sorry it's ok tell me exactly what's going on and we can fix it together" Jude comforted 

"I still have two assignments I need to finish before the end of the week and I'm so exhausted from pulling so many all nighters but I just want to actually spend some time with you because I've really missed you" I said a bit more calmly this time 

"Ok we can work this out I know you're tired but how about I help you finish those assignments then we can just have a relaxing evening together get some sleep and be ready to do something together tomorrow" Jude suggested 

"That sounds good" I said 

Jude then picked me up and sat me on his bed before grabbing my laptop and books for me. I explained to him what I needed to do and then we go to work together. One of my assignments I just needed to reread so Jude did that for me to make sure there were no mistakes then I just needed to finish one other assignment and then do the same. Jude was so helpful and read the parts of my textbooks I needed to me while I typed and he let me talk through my ideas with him even though he doesn't understand what I'm studying. In just over and hour we were done and I instantly felt so much better and when Jude started giving me kisses I felt even better. 

 Being the amazing boyfriend that he is Jude got some chocolate from downstairs for me to eat while he ran a bath for the both of us to share. It was only when Jude came to ask me which bubble bath I prefer that I realised just how much he had brought for my visit. He doesn’t like to take baths so he wouldn’t have bubble bath just lying around and the chocolate I was eating was my favourite one so he must’ve got that especially for me as well. Jude is such a sweet boyfriend all the time but little things like this just make me realise how truly perfect he is and it makes me so grateful that I ended up with Jude as I know he truly cares for me. 

Once the bath was ready Jude helped me get in then he got in himself and sat behind me letting me rest my back against his chest. The entire atmosphere was so relaxing which helped me finally let go of all the stress and anxiety that has been fuelling me for the last few weeks. Nothing needed to be said either both of us were more than content just sitting there in silence as Jude’s fingers played with the rings on my hand especially the promise ring which he gave me last Valentine’s Day which I think is my favourite piece of jewellery I own. After a while of just relaxing Jude started to wash my body for me which meant I didn’t have to move at all as his hands gently rubbed over my skin. 

Once the both of us were clean we got out the bath and Jude gave me some of his clothes for me to put on which I very happily did. He then picked me up and carried me downstairs to the sofa where he piled blankets on top of me before sitting down and spreading them out properly. All of the sudden I felt the tiredness take over so I snuggled up to Jude and just let my eyes close and sleep consume me. Just as I was drifting off I felt Jude kiss the top of my head and whisper I love you which put a smile on my face just as I went into a dreamland. 

[amazingmsme]

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Spider Scorned

AN: Took me long enough, but I finally finished my spiderverse fic! I had such a blast with this one, I hope y'all enjoy! Miles has some serious beef with Miguel & they just need to spend some quality time together!

After defeating The Spot, things started to settle down. The multiverse was ultimately safe, for now at least. And things were actually going pretty well for Miles Morales. After they won, Miguel officially welcomed him into the Spider Society, even giving a tense, begrudging apology. It wasn't much, but it was a start. But now, he was able to see his friends on a semi-regular basis and even picked up a few new tricks of the trade. He buckled down on his classes and managed to pull out an A in Spanish by the end of the year. After months of waiting, he received an acceptance letter in the mail. Of course, his parents threw a huge party to celebrate, bragging to their friends about how smart their son was. As much as it could embarrass him at times, he couldn't be happier that they were so proud of him.

Naturally, there were a few hiccups along the way. The biggest being when he was home alone after a patrol, standing in the kitchen eating straight out of a box of cereal, still in his suit. It was the middle of the afternoon, both of his parents working. He had his headphones on and didn't notice the front door open, and suddenly his father was standing right in front of him, mouth agape as he stared him up and down. It took a long lecture and lots of explaining and apologies on Miles's part, but they understood why he was doing this, and more importantly, why he kept it a secret. His dad even revoked his grounding after he heard the truth!

To top it all off, he was getting called on for missions more frequently, and he found himself spending more time at HQ. He felt needed and accepted among the other spiders, which is more than he could've hoped for. Honestly, Miles doesn't think he's ever been happier. Things were going great for him.

So why the hell was he being so petty to Miguel? Everything worked out fine in the end, yet it still seemed the teen harbored a strong grudge towards him.

Peter B. Parker liked to think of himself as an excellent observer. He also liked to think that he knew the kid pretty well. It seemed like every time Miguel so much as entered the room, his expression went south. He'd go quiet, shrinking in on himself, shooting glares at the man. If the man addressed him, his responses were short and full of sass, if he didn't outright ignore him.

Peter knew where the kid was coming from. Hell, Miguel's scared the crap out of him more than a few times, and the things he said to Miles was out of line. But he apologized for that! It should be water under the bridge, or so Peter thought. It hurt him because he knew Miguel was a good guy, you just had to get to know him. And it seemed that was the last thing Miles wanted to do.

Pavitr, Miles, Gwen and Hobie were sitting around a table playing go fish when Peter and Miguel walked in. Pavitr had pulled out his phone and leaned over to show Miles a video of some guy trying boba for the first time and choking. Right at the funniest part, he glanced up and caught sight of Miguel, the laugh trailing off and smile falling flat. Pavitr was too busy laughing to notice, but stopped when he realized Miles wasn't laughing along.

"Well I thought it was funny," he said quietly, tucking his phone away. Miles snapped out of it and was quick to assure him, "No, it was really funny! Show me again when we're not playing the game."

Miguel snorted as he poured himself some coffee.

Miles furrowed his brows, "What?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all," he said as he walked past. Miles rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Can you two at least try to get along?" Peter groaned. Miles shrugged.

"Cool with me. Truce?" Miles held out his hand for him to shake. Miguel stared at him skeptically before walking back over him. His form loomed over Miles where he sat at the table and reached for his extended hand.

At the last second, Miles pulled back, running his hand through his hair. "Sike."

Miguel took a deep breath, visibly holding himself back from lunging at the kid while the others at the table snickered to themselves, Hobie looking the most amused. He turned on his heels, muttering angrily under his breath.

"Work with me here," Peter said exasperatedly, to which Miles gave a smug, satisfied grin. Peter rolled his eyes, following after Miguel.

"Gwen, got any two's?"

"Go fish." She bit her bottom lip as Miles drew a card from the deck, and spoke up. "You know, he's really not a bad guy. Wouldn't kill you to be a little nicer."

"Yeah, well maybe you should tell him that," he sassed.

"She's right y'know," Hobie said. "No one loves stickin' it to the man more than yours truly, but even I know when to give it a rest." He laid down his cards, leveling his gaze at Miles. "He's a prick, but he's damn good. Who knows, you might have more in common than you think," he teased, playfully smacking Miles in the arm before pulling him in a headlock, messing up his hair.

"Alright alright, I get it," he said, shoving him away with a shy smile.

"So you'll be nicer to him?" Gwen asked hopefully.

"I guess, sure."

Turns out, it was a half assed effort. He really did try to be nicer when he was around, but it was obvious he was still afraid of the man, clamming up as soon as he laid eyes on him. And he just happened to be busy every time he was called to go on a mission with him. He was on a mission with Peter when they had to call in backup, and he nearly ran into a billboard when he saw who came to their aid.

Miguel wasn't stupid- he knew the kid didn't like him. But hey, he didn't care about him all that much either. But it made him feel shitty, serving as a grim reminder of what he'd done to him. Peter lessened the tension between them, but Miguel could still sense the lingering fear that enveloped Miles every time he was in his presence, could hear the rapid thumping of his heart any time he drew near. And the way he watched his every move: as if he'd snap at a moment's notice, was more than annoying to say the least.

Miguel had called upon Peter for his input and Miles naturally tagged along. He wasn't exactly subtle with the way he looked him up and down as he spoke, watching with a judging eye. Peter kept cracking jokes to try to lessen the tension, frowning when neither one had so much as chuckled by the fifth attempt. He looked up from the screen and gently smacked Miles in the side.

"What's the matter kid? Don't tell me you're too cool to laugh at my dad jokes."

"Nah, it's just 'cause I'm here. I apparently sap out all his joy when I enter the room," Miguel snapped, not afraid to call it how he saw it.

"W-what? That's not true!" Miles insisted, completely shocked by the abrupt nature of his statement. Peter locked up, unsure of how this would play out.

"Yeah, then what is it? You hate me that much or somethin'?"

Miles thought about his answer before he spoke. A rare occasion, I know. "No, I just... think you're meaner than you have to be... sometimes..." he trailed off, getting quieter as he spoke. He refused to meet his gaze and subconsciously scooted closer to Peter, who watched the exchange and sighed.

"Kid, he's not mean, you're just falling for his schtick."

"Hey!" Miguel interjected but Peter shushed him.

"Miguel's got pretty thick skin, you just gotta get used to him. Once you do, you'll realize he's just a big ol' softie. Like me!"

"I am nothing like you," he deadpanned.

"That's one thing we agree on," Miles scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Are you always such a smart ass?" Miguel asked, hands on his hips.

"Easy, he's just a kid!" Peter said, turning around in the computer chair.

"No, he's a cocky high schooler. You're what, a freshman?"

"Just finished sophomore year actually," Miles corrected.

"Probably took pre-cal," Miguel scoffed.

"Nah, I took that last year," he bragged, a cocky smirk on his face, though his eyes held a look of fear that he couldn't shake. There was a tense moment of silence as they stared at one another.

Miles caught a glimpse of Pavitr walk by the doorway and instantly saw his way out of the situation.

"Pav, hey wait up!" he called and ran out of the room to catch up.

"Miles! How's it goin' dude?" Pavitr's voice rang out and their distant conversation echoed down the hall.

Peter groaned as he stood up and stretched. "Why'd you have to go and start shit?" he asked with a tired look.

"I didn't start it!"

"No, you literally started it!"

Miguel sighed. "You heard him, he thinks I'm mean."

"Then show him you're not," Peter insisted, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. Miguel shrugged him off.

"I don't know if he'd let me at this point," Miguel quipped, leaning against the desk.

Peter looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself short. Miguel furrowed his brows and straightened his posture. "What?"

"Nothing, I just had a stupid idea. You'd probably hate it, forget I said anything," Peter said, setting the bait.

Miguel let out another sigh. "What is it?"

Peter hesitated, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. He hoped Miles would forgive him...

"The kid's crazy ticklish, that's all I'm gonna say," he said, holding his hands up in the air.

"What? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Just show him you know how to cut loose. Let him see you without that stick up your ass," Peter snickered. Miguel shot him an unamused look, reaching out to squeeze his hip in retaliation.

Peter yelped and jumped away, wearing a large grin. He threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a shake. "That's the spirit! Now go show the kid how fun tickle monster O'Hara can be!" he cheered in encouragement, drawing out

a scoff of disgust from the other man.

"Don't call me that," he demanded, earning a chuckle. He glanced at Peter from the corner of his eye and broke into a smirk. "You're real weird, you know that Parker?"

"Yeah yeah, I get that a lot. But trust me, it'll work," he reassured. Miguel was hesitant.

"How do you know?"

"Just trust me."

Miguel waited until he saw an opportunity, and it didn't take long before one presented itself. Miles was sitting in a beanbag in the corner of an otherwise empty rec room when he waltzed in. "Miles, just the spider I wanted to see," he greeted, sitting on the beanbag next to him. Miles stared at him like he had grown a second head.

"Uh, hi. Wha- what did you wanna talk about?" he stuttered, struggling to sit up straight in the beanbag.

"Peter thinks it'd be a good idea if you got to know me. And I have to agree, so I thought we could play twenty questions. Go ahead, ask anything you want." Miles pondered for a moment before thinking of a question.

"So your fangs... could you like, milk the venom like they do with snakes?" he asked, curiosity and excitement in his tone. Needless to say, the question caught the older man off guard.

"What? No! You can't even milk snakes!"

"Can too! I saw a video where they got venom from a rattlesnake like that! You put gauze or cheese cloth or something over a cup and make them bite it, and they shoot out all this venom," he explained. Miguel considered this for a moment.

"Hm, interesting. I didn't know that." He shifted in the soft chair, getting more comfortable. "I guess it's a possibility. Alright, my turn. What's your favorite food?"

They went back and forth asking questions, and Miguel noticed the way Miles relaxed as the conversation wandered.

"Did you get to do a senior prank when you were in high school?" Miles asked, leaning a bit closer in anticipation for his answer. A mischievous gleam sparkled in Miguel's eyes as a long forgotten memory resurfaced.

"Yeah actually. Oho man, it was a great one. A few of us covered the entire floor in shaving cream. I'm talking classrooms, halls, the cafeteria, bathrooms, even the gym. We broke in during the night so we'd have enough time to do the whole school." He shook his head and chuckled. "Everyone was slipping and sliding all over the place. It took us hours to clean up afterwards, but it was worth it." He couldn't deny the swell of pride he felt when he heard Miles let out a quick huff of laughter.

"That sounds like a good one! I wish I could do something like that."

"Why can't you? Just gotta wait two more years, plenty of time to come up with a good prank."

"No, it's not that. My new school doesn't allow senior pranks and stuff like that," he explained, disappointment etched on his features. "It's... pretty pretentious."

"Hm, that's a real bummer. Maybe you'll have to fix that," Miguel suggested with a playful punch to his shoulder.

"Maybe," he agreed, ideas already bouncing around his head. "Your turn."

"Man, 20 questions is a lot more than I thought," Miguel feigned cluelessness and innocence, as if he didn't have this question lined up from the start. "I got one. Are you ticklish?" he asked casually. It was comical the way Miles snapped his head up to look at him with wide eyes.

"What? No," he said quickly, defensively. He was about to ask the next question to change the subject but was cut off.

"See, now that's funny. That's not what Peter said," he drawled, flashing a smug grin. Miles felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this was fishy from the start, but had ignored his gut feeling. A rookie mistake.

"Heh, good thing you're too mature for that sort of thing, right?" he asked nervously, watching him like a hawk.

"Y'know, I'm not so sure. What do you think?" Miguel asked, a dangerously playful edge to his voice. Miles gulped.

"Was this whole thing just a set up?" he asked, his entire body tense. He was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

Miguel shrugged. "If that's what you wanna call it, sure."

It only took a second before Miles shot up to make a break for it. Strong arms immediately wrapped around his waist and brought him back down, right into Miguel's lap. He was thrashing and already giggling, yet still managed to grab ahold of Miguel's wrists to keep him at bay.

"Must be pretty ticklish if you're already laughing," he teased, twisting his hands free. He grabbed both of Miles's wrists and raised them over his head.

"Ihihi'm not! Let mehe gohoho!" Miles protested, trying to roll onto the floor.

"Nah. Gotta say, you've made me real curious now. Well, guess I better not keep you waiting!" He wasted no more time and latched onto his side, squeezing and kneading softly. Miles was already lost to a bout of bubbly giggles as he curled in on himself.

"Why ahahare you dohohoing this toho meee?" he squealed, legs scrambling for purchase and finding none.

"To show you I can be fun," he said, as if that should be obvious. "And you really don't know me if you think I'd let this information go to waste."

"Thihihis is fuhuhun?" he asked, sounding incredulous even through his laughter. Miguel couldn't help but smirk.

"See? Glad you agree," he said smugly. Miles let out an annoyed, giggly groan.

"Not whahat Ihihi meant!"

"Really? You gotta choose your words more carefully. Someone could take your words outta context and do this," he emphasized his point by squeezing his hips, causing Miles to jolt in his lap as if he had been electrocuted. "Y'know, since you said you were having fun an' all."

Miles was sure he was going to die. Whether it would be from the tickling or embarrassment, he wasn't sure, but he was going to die.

"Ohoho my gohohod, shut up ahahasshole!"

Miguel froze, hands poised at his sides and ready to strike. "What did you just call me?" Miles breathed in a few gulps of air while he still had the chance. He shook his head, eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.

"Nonono I didn't mean that, it just slipped out!" he insisted, but Miguel wasn't having it.

"What did I just say about choosing your words wisely?" he asked. Miles attempted another escape instead of answering, and was caught just as easily as before. "Well if you can call me names, clearly I'm not working hard enough."

He dove for his belly, pulling back at the last second, but Miles still screamed anyways. He felt a warm flush rise to his cheeks, glaring at the man as he laughed. He glared at him and shoved his chest.

"You are being an asshole!" he whined, grabbing his wrists and pushing with all his might to keep them away from his belly.

"And you're really asking for it," Miguel deadpanned, slipping out of his grasp with ease. And just because he felt like messing with the kid a little more, he did another fake out, earning another shriek of anticipation, followed by an embarrassed pout as Miguel let out a hearty chuckle.

"What the hell man? Just get it over with if you're gonna do it!"

"A little eager, eh amigo?" he asked, drumming his fingers against his sides. Bubbly giggles filled the air as Miles folded in on himself like a lawn chair, shaking his head frantically.

"N-no!" Miles denied, twisting from side to side and trying to work his way out of Miguel's strong grasp. He kneaded his sides, immediately thwarting the halfhearted escape. A stream of loud squeals and cackles escaped Miles as he squirmed around like a worm on a hook before curling into a ball in his lap.

He snorted when Miguel reached down to squeeze his knee, kicking his legs out. This granted him free access to his belly, which he took full advantage of. He formed a claw with his hand and dug into the soft pudge around his midsection and giggly shrieks filled the air.

"Wow, you're ticklish just about everywhere," he mused, smirking when Miles whined through his laughter.

"Ihihi ahaham not!" he cried out, legs kicking against the floor. Miguel arched a brow, clearly amused at the reply.

"No? Try proving me wrong then," he teased, pinching up his ribs. Miles arched his back, boyish giggles pouring past his lips.

"Screhehehew you!" he cried through his hysterics.

"Well that's not very nice. And here I thought we were finally bonding," Miguel said in a deadpanned tone, though the sly smirk gave him away.

Without anywhere to turn, Miles yelled out for help. "PEHEHETEHEHER! HELP MEHEHE! I-I'M BEING TORTURED!" he cried out dramatically. Miguel shook his head, an evil chuckle slipping past his lips.

"You know he's not gonna help you, right? I mean, this was all his idea. Practically made me do this," he taunted.

Well that was news to Miles.

"HE WHAT?" he shrieked before falling back into a wild fit of laughter.

"Yup. He sold you out faster than you could say tickle tickle tickle!" he teased, digging his claws into his ribs and shaking them against his ribcage. Miles doubled over with a screech, laughing as he kicked his legs in the air. He reached up to hide behind his hands so he wouldn't have to look at Miguel's stupid, smug face.

Miguel shook his head and grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from his face. "Oh no, no puedes esconderte de mí," Miguel teased. Miles thrashed, growing even more flustered by the playful taunt.

"Oh cohome ohohon!" Miles whined, tugging on his arms.

"Everyone keeps talking about these "bleeding armpits" of yours. Let's see what that's all about, huh?"

"No!" he screamed out, but it was too late because Miguel was already tickling under his arms. Miles slammed his arms down to his sides, trapping his tickling hands in place. He was cackling hysterically, blushing when a few snorts managed to slip out.

"Gehehet out of thehehere!" he pleaded, nose scrunched and mouth open in a wide grin. Miguel hummed in thought, drilling his thumbs in the center of his hollows.

"Mmmm no, I don't think I will," he teased smugly. He was about to comment on how the suit markings are practically a bullseye for what seemed to be his worst spot when a sharp elbow cracked him in the face.

He reeled back, hand clutching his now sore, and apparently bleeding, mouth. Miles rolled off his lap and sprawled on the floor, panting for breath before he noticed Miguel's busted lip.

"O-oh my gosh, did I do that? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-" Miles rambled out an apology, cutting off when Miguel held up a hand to silence him.

"It's fine, it was an accident. Besides, this is nothing," he said smirking and gestured to his bloodied bottom lip. "Honestly it surprised me more than anything," he reassured, not wanting Miles to feel guilty over something so small.

"Still, I didn't mean to hit you in the face," he apologized, paused for a second and seemingly grew a bout of confidence, puffing out his chest. "B-but you were asking for it! Seriously, that's what you get for tickling Spider-Man!"

The retort made Miguel bark out a laugh, ruffling the kid's hair playfully. Miles rolled his eyes and shoved him away, but the smile never left his lips.

"Yeah yeah, it's all my fault. Now run along, go tell your friends how you managed to survive tickle monster O'Hara," he teased. Miles cringed at the nickname and let out a long, suffering groan.

"Don't call yourself that," he said, equal parts whiny and sassy. It only took a stern look from Miguel to have Miles running out of the room. Miguel chuckled to himself, pulling out his phone to take a selfie of his busted lip.

Peter had just sat down in the cafeteria about to chow down on a slice of pizza when he felt his phone buzz. He looked at the screen, noticing a new text from Miguel.

He opened the message, huffing out a laugh when he saw the picture of Miguel's busted lip with the caption, Mission Accomplished.

He tucked his phone back in his pocket, taking a large bite. He wasn't even done chewing when he heard fast paced footsteps skid to a halt behind him.

"You sold me out! What the hell man?"

Yeah... Mission accomplished.

[nytb]

The Instagram Story

A summer transfer window filled with record fee signings and your name wasn't left out of the fun. The Euros shone a light on your every move, fans begged for a transfer- your transfer.

The rumours started to become much more. Y/N sightings in Manchester, cameos on WSL players Instagram stories, posts about the great time you were having abroad- The fire started to spread. Everyone was keeping their eyes peeled: Where were you going? Were you going to leave Spain? Was it all a dream? Were you out of reach for the WSL?

So many questions- all about to be answered with a simple Instagram story.

"Now add a bit of red😈" - An Instagram story by none other than Ona Batlle, one of the Manchester United stars. A picture showing Ona and Y/N out in a terrace in Manchester.

The fans went crazy, was it official? Was Y/N making her move to the WSL? Was she a Red Devil? - Questions that were soon answered. After days of avoiding questions, giving vague answers regarding transfer moves, Manchester United announced their new Star. Y/N Y/L/N.

Preseason was on the horizon. Players started to come in to their respective clubs, taking part in media days, having their pictures taken for the WSL. The Bright New Star Y/N's first pictures wearing the Manchester United badge. They surely were the most talked about topic for a week, at least before the first videos started to come out.

Ona Batlle, Lucia Garcia and Y/N Y/L/N's video was the first to hit the internet. Well, more like explode the internet. The in between banter, the looks, the chemistry. Right there and then, the Holy Spanish Trinity was born.

They hit preseason running the show, finding each other on the right side of the field, connecting beautiful plays, displaying what it meant to have differential players in a team. The Holy Spanish Trinity started to become undisputed players in the first XI. Becoming fan favourites as the season started in the best way possible- a 5 game winning streak.

Next up - Chelsea at home. A match that could decide the league further down the line. The hype was real. The team chemistry was at an all time high, the sensations all pointed to a win, oh and what a win it was.

The game started off with strong tackles, setting the pace for the rest of the match. Players like Cuthbert and James fighting for every ball, leaving no play to chance. 1-0 down at half time and the Red Devis looked defeated. Coming out of the dressing room, the shine in their eyes pointed to revenge.

Whatever pep talk was had during half time worked wonders. 5 minutes in and a play on the right side lead to a goal. 1-1, Lucia Garcia scoring a beautiful chip. Not long after and a class act from Toone made it 2-1. The team started to defend as an unit, isolating Chelsea's attacks and most importantly- foreshadowing all tactical changes Emma Hayes communicated to her team.

A one sided game. The result might not have shown it, but the 65% Red Devil's possession and the little to no Chelsea attacking chances demonstrated how good the United girls played after going 1-0 down at half time.

The Red Devils celebrated the game with chants, dances and hugs. Hugs all around.

Videos started circulating the internet. Videos of the celebrations. One of which showed how Ona jumped onto her fellow national compatriot Y/N's back, holding on for dear life. Y/N carried the defender to the dressing room, congratulating their teammates on the performance along the way. That's when the rumours started.

Weeks of teasing Ona followed, pretty much the whole team, even some phisios got in on the fun. Keeping it all on the down low, not letting the jokes ever be heard by you. One week, Lucia Garcia, who had been staying at your apartment, came into training with you. As both of you entered the dressing room, a silence struck, but being the silly goofy distracted self, you didn't even notice it. Rambling to Lucia about some random thing, loudly and laughing like the true outgoing spaniard that you were.

Ona shot you pleading eyes, almost as if she was begging to be saved by you. "Why are you puppy eyeing me?" you ask, curious as to what the dressing room had done to your friend.

Russo, who had been teasing Ona right before you got there put her arm over your shoulders, hugging you as she replied for the defender "We were asking where you go to after training" she joked, winking at the defender "You never join us" she added, pouting. "Want to come out with us for lunch?" Ona asked, changing the topic as quickly as possible.

Lucia joined the conversation "She can't" she smirked, nudging you with her hip "So, are you going to tell them?" she asked, clearly eager for you to share the news.

"It was meant to stay between us" you stated in Spanish, a language Ona knew all too well. "Keeping secrets now are we" Toone joined, she had recently picked up some Spanish, hanging out with Ona will do that to you.

"I might be going on a date after this" you reply "What do you think about the outfit Tooney?" giving the girls a spin, allowing them to appreciate your impeccable fashion choices. "I was wondering why you were all dolled up for training" Alessia stated, "You look amazing, like always" she continued hugging you as she sent Ona sympathetic eyes.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" Le Tissier asked, triggering the laughter of the locker room.

"You missed the memo" Alessia joked, it was a known fact that you were in fact, a raging homosexual. "Girlie, I'm not about to waste all this" you pointed at yourself, from head to toe "on a man" you finished.

"Aren't we full of ourselves" Lucia joked, "but in all fairness, the girl is hot" the attacker showed the group the Instagram account of your date.

Toone, who had caught Ona's sad expression sat next to her, whispering so nobody else could hear them "That girl has nothing on you" she hugged the defender, consoling her "Let's go to training shall we"

Part 2

[midsummereve1993]

Why didn't you tell us.

Talks about pregnancy

July 16 2021 7:00 am

Hope everyone likes this, I tried my best. Please let me know what you think and leave comments.

Buck walked into the fire station and quickly changed into his work uniform and raced up the stairs to sit at the table and grabbed an apple, “anything new today he said biting down into an apple and saw Bobby looked at the team and then back to the stove before speaking. “We have a school class coming today to learn about the firetrucks so we need everything done before they get here bobby said placing breakfast on the table before looking At his team, “guys um today I have somewhere to be at twleve today buck said wishing he could here for the class but he had other plans. “Everything ok buck bobby said looking to the men he thought of as a son, it wasn't like buck to have to miss a school class anx the whole week he ahd be acting strange which worried him.

“Yeah everything good i just have some things I need to take care of is all he said not wanting to spill the details because he was unsure on how they would take the news he was hiding, the reason buck had to miss the class was because he was needed at an ultrasound today with his wife and four year old daughter. No one knew he had a family nor children and just assume he was single because he was very secretive about his personal life. He met his wife Scarlett nine years ago and then a few mouths back they had found out she was pregnant and today they would get to know the gender of there baby, buck secretly hoped it was another girl because he enjoyed being a girl dad.

He would be happy too if it was a boy but he wanted a little girl to love abd cherish and he hope that if it was then she would look like her mama, “you know buck has be acting wired am I right hen said watching as he walked down the stairs and Turned to look at her other col-workers. “I agree eddie said leaning against the table, Eddie was close to buck but here lately he was very secretive and he knew he was single but here lately he hadn't be himself.

“Hey cap do you mind if I take a lunch break today at twleve he said wanting to follow buck and see where He is going, “sure but any reason bobby said coming to stand beside eddie. “Yeah I'm gotta follow buck because we was supposed to meet up laat night but he called and said he couldn't make it but I swore I heard a women voice in the background saying somebting about pickles he sadi turning to his captain and saw his face of disbelief. “OK well be careful please can't have yall hurt bobby said walking away and Eddie watched buck clean and shine the firetrucks, at noon Buck took off and eddie followed him and was surprised when he pulled up to the hopsital and it made his blood run cold.

Parking the Car he got out and followed buck into the hospital and stopped just around the hallway in time to see him kiss a women who was nineteen weeks pregnant making eddie curse in Spanish and now everything made sense, how buck was aways looking at his phone or how he was careful to not let anyone see his phone and eddid sit down on the chair and waited. Mean while buck and Scarlett Set in the room and she turned to her husband with a smile, “I'm so exited but be honest baby what would you like she said wanting to know his opinion on everything. “Well honestly I want a little girl who is beautiful as her mamma with your eyes he said leaning In to give him a kiss, “what about you scar you never turly told me what you wanted he said holding her hand and couldn't belive they were at this moment.

“I want a little boy who is handsome lime his daddy and has his eyes she said picturing a little boy with blue eyes and blonde hair buck imagine a little girl with grey eyes and red hair which made him smile at the thought as he heard the door come open and close and turned to the door, “hello Mrs and miss buckley the doctor said walking to the machine and turning it on before turning back to them. “Thos is gotta be cold the doctor said as she pour some jelly on Scarlett tummy And press the wand to her stomach and move it Round, “ok here we go baby is healthy and the heartbeat is on point so that's good so would yall like to know the gender she said turning to the parents Who nodded there head as she Turn back to the Screen.

“Ok looks like your having a little girl and Scarlett started crying tears running down her eyes as she turned to look at back who also had tears running down his face, buck was in awe at the fact he was having a little girl and leant into give his wife a kiss as the doctor wiped the jelly off her tummy and they got some pictures before heading out into the hallway, jjst has they got out into the halway buck froze on the spot seeing a familiar person sitting in the chair ad felt his heart drop at being caught. “Eddie what your doing here he said walking over with Scarlett Feeling his anxiety going through the roof, “Well I was worried for you and decided to follow you.

“When you called last night and ask me a question I overheard someone and got worried so I choose to follow you I honestly wasn't expecting this he said looking at buck and the women next to him, “eddie this is my wife Scarlett and we just found out we are gonna have a little girl he said feeling a little nervous on how eddie would react to the news. Eddie still couldn't wrap his head around. "That buck had a wide and a child on the way, “why didn't you say anything Eddie said, seeing buck breath a sign of relief. “Because I wasn't sure on how yall would React because yall all think I'm a player which i’m not and Scarlett is proof of that, buck always felt like the other put him on a high stool while working at the station and he felt it was best not to say anything.

“Dude you know we love you right and i’m sorry you felt that you had go keep this a secret but i’m happy for you buddy come here eddie said pulling buck into a hug before hugging Scarlett, “you know we can go back to the station and you can tell everyone and I promise everyone will be happy eddie said and buck knew he was right. He had to tell everyone so after nodding his head he headed with Scarlett back to the station and pulled into the parking lot before turning to look at his wife.

“you ready baby he said and saw her head nod as they got it the car and heading the station and eddie meet them at the door, “ok so everyone is upstairs and waiting for us to get back and all three of them headed upstairs and stopped at the top of the stairs and saw the stares everyone was looking. “Hey buck, did you get everything squared away?" Bobby said looking at buck and the women, “yeah I did look um there's something I need to tell gall and I hope that you will understand he said before grabbing Scarlett hand and looking back to his team.

“This is my wife Scarlett and we are expecting a little girl in July," he said, letting the secret he had been keeping for a while out and seeing everyone's faces made him relieved when he didn't see a mad face in the house. “Congratulations buck we are so happy bobby said walking over to him and giving him a hug before pulling Scarlett into a hug. “The reason I didn't tell y'all because I was afraid of how yall would react and since I started working here you had thought I was a player because yeah yall thought I was so I figured I better not say anything.

“Buck we are sorry we made you feel like that hen said feeling guilty, “I Mean you had news and we made you feel like you couldn't share it with us, she said, giving him a hug before everyone else did the same. “It's ok because eddie talked some sense into me and made me realize I needed to come clean, " i’m glad you did because now we can celebrate the wonderful news Bobby said, leading Buck and Scarlett to the table and celebrating the fantastic news. that day buck realized that he had family and he could finally come Clean with anything, “on July 4th later that year irelyn rose buckley came into the world healthy and was loved by her whole family and a host of aunts and uncles along with cousins.

[blu3--g0d]

✰TWSTSONA SHEET✰

Time has come for me to show here my twisted wonderland Sona!

More down if you're curious!

Let's start by addressing the elephant in the room:

This is my self insert of course. So the story goes as you would've pretty much expected.

Isekai student got into another world and yada yada.

Here I'll make a general rundown of interesting things about 'em!

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Who is G?

G is definitely human. Got introduced by Crowley as the 'boy' that ran away before the ceremony. G is, of course, not the real name of this "boy", but he doesn't really mind so he rolls with it. He remembers little to nothing about the cause of this random teleportation into Twisted Wonderland, he only remembers that he hit something and blanked out for a while before hearing Grim trying to steal his clothes. He remembers his full name (G is just the initial), remembers where he came from, but he doesn't remember how old he is, almost if he just stopped aging once he got into Twisted Wonderland.

Why the Diasomnia jacket?

He actually always stayed at the Ramshackle and for a while he actually had to wear the (oversized) uniform of that dorm. He didn't like it but hey, he can't do much about it.

After all the events of books 1 and 2, a character started to approach G more and that character was Lilia Vanrouge. G was kinda skeptical about this random dude hanging over him and following him all around the campus, but eventually he just gave up and started to become closer to Lilia.

Between the events of book 3 Lilia confessed that the reason that he was following G was because he believes that it's a "signal from the stars". He said that he dreamed about holding out his hand into the void in front of him and someone grabbed it and he was definitely sure that it was G. (Compared to the opening scene of the game.)

That's when Lilia started to drag G into Diasomnia, introducing him to everyone there and evening lending him the typical green Diasomnia gilet and since at that point G was getting attacked by this strange dude, he just accepted to become a non official member of the dorm.

Facts!🔍

Not really a fact but a statement. G's favourite colour is blue.

He seems to have some correlation with water as an element but he's still magicless so no one really cares.

Love language? Violence. Not the best way to show it but doesn't know how his emotions work.

Like Lilia, he cuts and dyes his own hair.

Actually pretty decent in PE.

After Lilia, Trein is the other father figure he has in school. He never told him that because he would never but one time he called him "dad" in front of the class.

He doesn't actually stay in one class or grade like the others. He decides what lessons to follow based on his level in that subject or based on who there's in that class. (Ex. He follows the 3° grade lessons both because of Lilia and because he's good in history, while he follows lower grades for subjects like alchemy or mathematics because he knows he sucks in those.)

He can play various instruments if you ask him. Mostly the trumpet and the guitar, but he can sing too. The only instrument that cannot play that confidently is the piano.

If you ask him for his age he just zones out and says "I don't know..." Before staring into the void for a couple of seconds.

He's very agile and can dance but never told anyone. The only ones that know are Jamil and Floyd because G dances with them.

G can cook. And clean. Often he would find something to clean to have an excuse to stay at home.

He absolutely HATES if you talk to him if he has his headphones on. NEVER do that. If he wants to talk to you, he will take his headphones off himself.

For a couple of weeks he even worked at the Mostro Lounge.

He can understand Spanish, Italian and English (duh) but can only speak two of those languages. Never going to tell which ones :)

He can and WILL fight if threatened.

He is black cat coded.

He uses nicknames like Floyd and Rook. Only not as often as those two.

Relationships! 🤝🏻

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

There is no doubt that Lilia is the person with whom G is most familiar. In no time their relationship grew quickly giving Lilia ANOTHER CHILD.

Their relationship is the purest form of Platonism that you could imagine. Definitely found family.

G already had some issues home with his parents and family at home and now sees everyone in Diasomnia as his new family. Sometimes you can catch him calling Lilia "dad".

Most important, Lilia knows a secret that G always keeps hidden. And sees G being biologically a girl. G always asks Lilia if it's ok for him and Lilia just replies with "I always wanted a daughter!" (Even if G is actually Agender, he uses all pronouns so he doesn't really care if Lilia calls him "his daughter". On the contrary. He BAWLS HIS EYES OUT.)

Also! Lilia dragged G into the Pop music club since he caught him singing to himself or casually tuning in Lilia's bass. Lilia did this without knowing that G actually has 6+ years of music education on his back (he was in a music based highschool before getting isekaied into twisted wonderland.) so that sees that poor dude to deal with the chaotic rehearsals that the band does. He had to basically coordinate and tune everyone there. He's not an official member of the club since he's one of the two founders of a new magicless art club so he's technically already in a club, but hey, if his father wants him there... Who's he to deny it?

Ah yeah. G often cooks for everyone in Diasomnia if Lilia offers himself to make dinner.

Old art of father and son together :3 (G changed hairstyles after three months of his stay in twisted wonderland.)

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

Now. Here we enter a very chaotic duo.

Everything started after the events of book 1.

First meeting (just a stare) : after stepping on Leona's tail in book 1.

Ruggie saw G when he was walking away. After stepping on Leona's tail, G just kinda avoids the whole Savanaclaw, he just doesn't like Leona's attitude. That until the events of book 2. They have their first "chat" when Ruggie stole Grim's lunch, but nothing much. Ruggie just saw G as trouble and G at that point hated the whole Pack mentality of the Savanaclaw dorm.

Their first interaction ever was during Leona's overbolt when he threw Ruggie away. G at that point disliked Ruggie but his hatred towards Leona was bigger than that so he helped Ruggie.

Convos:

🌊: HEY THAT'S FUCKING UNFAIR!

🍩: Uh-?

🌊: THIS DUDE MIGHT BE A TOTAL DOUCHEBAG BUT THAT'S TOO MUCH.

🍩: Ah here. It seemed strange.

[G came out very strongly at the start of this adventure. I mean, can you blame him? He got yeeted away from his home to get into a new world full of furries and idk queers. So he was, rightfully so, a bit pissed at everyone.]

[this convo happened during the overbolt too.]

🍩: why are you doing this...? Ur trying too hard.

🌊: I said that you're an asshole, that's true. But you don't deserve this. Just because he's unhappy with his life, he shouldn't put all his anger on you.

🍩: . . . Zaaaamn....

🍩: wa- wait- you're... You're helping me because... Just because-?

🌊: bro stop talking before I make you.

🍩: zaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaa- *COUGHS HIS LIFE OUT*

🌊: you're literally DYING. STOP THAT. I won't have your lifeless body in my arms!

🍩: g- uh?? Th- then stop that-! It's weird.

🌊: you're lucky that I have a moral that I follow, if not you'll be Cat litter now.

🍩: . . . I'll shut up-

🌊: thank you so much, very much appreciated fella.

🍩: . . . . It's Ruggie

🌊: G.

🍩: G-? Just that? Nothing else??

🌊: YOU'RE FUCKING DYING. DO YOU THINK IT'S THE TIME TO DO NAMESHAMING?!

🍩: Nam- oooh you're the fun one... All the effort was put into your humor and not into your name, I see...

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🌊: Imma let go now.

🍩: I WAS JOKIN-

Overall, Ruggie started to look after G more and that got worse after G helped Ruggie after he fell of his broom while being an idiot.

The first that realised that something was off was Leona and told Ruggie whom entered a long ass state of denial that eventually got EVEN WORSE that during winter break he kinda fucked up (In his opinion) and just avoided G for a whole month untill G HAD to solve the situation. Then they got close again, just messing around and having fun. Until, on Ruggie's birthday, things got way more serious and now you can say that they're in a queer platonic relationship. Ruggie calls G his boyfriend and G doesn't really mind.

There you go. Gruggie summary ig.

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

To make it very easy and short, Floyd basically adopted G. As in, Floyd didn't give any chance to G to escape him. After book 3 he got extremely curious about this random blue haired boy and a specific hyena boy SO he just went for it and started to annoy G.

And after some work, now they're besties :3

Floyd and G now go around the school to literally TERRIFY THE WHOLE SCHOOL. They have fun skipping class, unless it's history of magic, then G will definitely not skip.

🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

Random, I know, but the way they met is literally G climbing up a window from a room where Epel was singing due to Vil request. And that's how they met!!

Epel was extremely skeptical about G at first because he thought that he was interested in him just for his look, which he hates. But after a while he realised that it wasn't the case and G is just random sometimes.

They started to bond way more after G confessed to Epel that he was a girl in hope to make him realise that there are no "girl activities" or vice versa. Epel started to respect G way more after that. Now they're besties and G has the typical bigger sibling attitude towards Epel, even if against his will. :3

G loves teasing everyone. Friends and not.

♠️ Deuce spade ♠️

They have known each other since the start of the year. Overall, Deuce is like Epel. There's mutual respect and Deuce is one of the few people that G doesn't insult because he could probably believe it. G cares a lot about Deuce and Deuce looks after G a lot.

Sometimes Deuce looks like a puppy to G.

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If you're reading this, hi!

Lemme know what you think.😺

Bye for now 🌊

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Happy anniversary of The Daughter of Olympus! -Danny Words: 2,255 Series' Masterlist Book II // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Talking To Myself' -by Gatlin

I: Born to Say 'Fuck Off' Forced to Say 'Yes, Sir'

Ara can think of ten different things she could be doing outside of this musty old place that would make a difference in the world instead of this. I'm the daughter of Olympus, she sulks, giants fear me, monsters want me, but I can't get rid of Marcus from Spanish class.

First day of High School. She's looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, hyping herself up to survive the last three hours of the day. It would be less aggravating if Percy had qualified to attend his last year at Goode's, but apparently, disappearing in the middle of the school year gets you expelled, go figure.

Arae Jackson.

The girl gives a start and looks over her shoulder at the stools, where none other than Poseidon meets her eye. "My lord," Ara's voice trembles. "This is a girl's bathroom."

The god raises a brow as if silently asking if that's truly her main concern. "I'll be brief with this visit. My son needs you."

"Which one? Tyson?" That sentence immediately puts her on edge. "Percy? What happened?"

"Oh, nothing yet," the god sighs. "Percy must do a series of tasks and Zeus has forbidden me from aiding him, yet he never mentioned I couldn't bestow upon you the duty to ensure Percy's triumph."

She stares at him. "You mean a quest, sir?"

"As daughter of Olympus, you must do what the gods ask of you, I hope you haven't forgotten?" He crosses his arms.

"Of course not, my lord, but I'm a little lost," she raises a brow. "Why are you drafting Percy into this if I could do the tasks myself?"

Poseidon smiles but seems tense. "My son will explain everything to you. Goodbye, I expect good results."

The god leaves, and Ara turns to the mirror. "This is what you get for bitching."

When Ara gets home, she finds Grover at the door. "Hey, man," she musters a tired smile. "Came for dinner?"

"It's your first day of High School and Percy's senior year, of course I'd come," he grins. "How are you?"

Percy opens the door and welcomes them in. "Hey! I was wondering where you two were..."

"I brought strawberries." Grover shoves the basket in the boy's hands. "Is that tofu stir-fry?"

"Hello to you, too," Percy answers, throwing a bemused glance at Ara.

"I love tofu stir-fry!"

"Ara and Grover are here!" Her brother announces over his shoulder. "They brought strawberries!"

Sally comes out of the kitchen and takes the basket. "They smell wonderful! Perfect dessert!"

"Last crop of the summer," Grover informs them. "Now we have to get ready for gourd season. Don't get me wrong. I love decorative gourds, but they're not as tasty."

Sally pats his shoulder as she walks past. "We'll make sure these berries don't go to waste."

Ara stares at them. Everyone thought Leo would be back by the last week of August... She keeps smiling like his absence does not bug her much, partly because she doesn't want to be like those girls who whine about their boyfriends, and also because a General being sad about a boy is plain stupid, but it's more than that. Now that their curse is—presumably—broken, nothing assures her that he'll love her still, he didn't address her in the scroll he sent, after all.

He has a whole life ahead of him, and he might decide that even if they share soul lights, his calling is somewhere else, somewhere she doesn't fit in. He's free, but nothing has changed for Ara. Hercules warned her, and she didn't take it seriously at first, thinking she'd die before she could get a chance to see how that would play.

"Who's hungry?" Paul enters the room, and Ara feels slightly better.

While the family catches up, Percy shares his conundrum: He's been asked to get three recommendation letters from the gods by doing three separate quests. "Well then, we'll do these quests together!" Grover speaks before Percy can even finish.

Percy's shoulders relax. "Grover, you don't have to—"

"Are you kidding? A chance to do quests, just the four of us? Like old times? The Fantastic Four!"

"The Beatles," Annabeth smirks.

"The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," Percy adds.

"The Golden Girls," Ara finishes.

"I wanna be Betty White."

The teens laugh, and Paul raises his drink. "The monsters will never know what hit them. Just be careful, you four."

"Oh, it'll be fine," Grover brushes it off, but he's anxiously nibbling a napkin. "Besides, it always takes a while for word to get around among the gods. We've probably got weeks before the first request comes in!"

It did not take weeks.

The next day, Ara notices a guy seated next to Percy at their favorite smoothie bar, one that she knows. "Ganymede." Her smile is one of intrigue. "The hell are you doing here?"

Usually, she doesn't speak to godlings like that, but Ganymede's like the cousin you see once a year and with whom you sneak out of the family reunion to talk shit about your aunts and uncles, and heck, he talks. She met him during the winter and summer solstices that she attended as the daughter of Olympus.

"Oh, is my disguise worth nothing?" He huffs. "It doesn't matter. Dear Arae, I require aid. I would've come to you, but..." he makes a face. "Well, if I use you, the gods might find out about my problem."

"What problem?" Ara sits next to Percy, taking a sip from his smoothie.

"I have to be sure this is completely discreet," he leans forward. "You cannot tell anyone else. Is that understood?"

"Discreet is what we do," Grover says.

"How much do you know about my responsibilities on Mount Olympus?" Ganymede questions.

"You're the cupbearer of the gods," Annabeth replies.

"Must be a sweet job," Grover sighs. "Immortality, godly power, and you just have to serve drinks?"

"It's a horrible job."

"Permanent waiter position with no chances of promotion," Ara nods in understanding.

"When it was just at feasts," Ganymede continues, "that was one thing. But now ninety percent of my orders are deliveries. Ares wants his nectar delivered on the battlefield. Aphrodite wants her usual with extra crushed ice and two maraschino cherries delivered to a sauna in Helsinki in fifteen minutes or less. Hephaestus... Don't get me started on Hephaestus. This gig economy is killing me."

"Okay," Percy shrugs. "How can we help?"

"My most important symbol of office... Can you guess what it is?"

"Since you're cupbearer of the gods, I'm going to guess... a cup?"

"Not just any cup!" Ganymede hisses. "The chalice of the gods! The goblet of ultimate flavor! The only cup worthy of Zeus himself! And now..."

"Oh, it's missing, isn't it?" Annabeth guesses.

"Not missing. My cup has been stolen." He bursts into tears.

Percy looks at Ara, she gestures at him vaguely and he reacts stiffly. "There, there."

The waiter hands Ara her usual drink, then he notices the crying boy. "Is the smoothie not okay, sir? I can make you something else."

"No." Ganymede sniffs. "It's just... I can't stand seeing so many cups. It's too soon. Too soon."

Ara looks at the waiter and flashes him a smile. "Thank you, Steve. I'll make sure to tip fifteen percent." The guy seems satisfied with that and leaves them alone. 

Grover turns to the god. "You know, the kids at Camp Half-Blood make some great arts-and-crafts projects. They could probably fashion you a new goblet."

"It wouldn't be the same," Ganymede whines.

"Or you could look into single-serving cups made from recyclable material."

"Grover," Annabeth intervenes. "He wants his special cup."

"I'm just saying, single servings might be more hygienic. All those gods sipping from the same goblet—?"

"You said it was stolen," Percy moves on. "Do you know who took it?"

"I have some ideas," he glares at the table. "But first, you have to promise that this remains confidential. The goblet makes drinks taste good to the gods. But if a mortal got hold of it... one sip from it would grant them immortality." 

Ara and Percy make the same face. "If it's so powerful, why would you trust us to get it back?"

"I couldn't trust anyone else! You've already turned down immortality once, Percy Jackson."

"Yeah, what a weirdo." Ara retorts sarcastically.

Percy kicks her foot. "Okay. Totally confidential."

"And these others?" Ganymede looks at her friends. 

"These others know how to keep a secret," Annabeth smiles. "Loose lips are never a good strategy."

"Totally," Grover nods.

"We're all best friends," Percy says. "You can trust them as much as you can trust me."

"Yeah, besides, you and I come from way back," Ara states confidently.

"Fine," he sighs dramatically. "I suspect someone on Olympus is trying to embarrass me, make me look bad in front of Zeus. If he finds out I lost my cup... No. I have to recover it."

"You have enemies?" Percy asks.

"Oh, yes. Hera, for one. She's hated me since the day Zeus snatched me up to Olympus. Zeus was always complimenting me, you see—how handsome I was, how much I brightened up the palace. It's not my fault I have nicer legs than she does."

Ara wants to erase that sentence from her memory. Annabeth shivers. "Let's hope it's not Hera."

"No... Probably not. She would consider it beneath her." Ganymede mumbles. "But there are others—Everyone on Olympus hates me, really, because I'm a newcomer, an upstart kid made immortal. They call me a gold digger! Can you believe that?"

Percy and Ara share a look again, having a tough time not blurting out their silly thoughts. "You suspect anyone else in particular?"

"Before I was the cupbearer," he lowers his voice, "there were two other goddesses who had my job. First Hebe. Then Iris."

"Iris seems kind of chill to be stealing chalices," Grover replies.

"Perhaps." Ganymede pouts. "But Hebe..."

"The goddess of youth," Annabeth hums. "But, Ganymede, you're, like, eternally young and beautiful. Why would she want to embarrass you?"

"Oh, you don't know her," Ganymede scrunches up his nose. "In the early days, every time I would serve drinks at the feast table, she'd mutter Spill it, spill it as I walked past. She's so immature."

"Well, if she's the goddess of youth..." Grover starts.

"That's no excuse! She needs to grow up!" 

"Okay," Percy brushes it aside. "Do you have any proof she took it?"

"Proof? That's what I need you for. Don't you heroes dust for fingerprints, analyze DNA samples, that sort of thing?"

"You might be thinking of CSI. But okay, we'll start with Hebe. Then check Iris."

"Fine." Ganymede takes a sip of his drink. "Hmm. Not bad. Maybe when I get fired and turned back into a mortal, I could work here."

"You'd make a great himbo," Annabeth nods. "So how long has your chalice been missing?"

Ganymede squints. "A century?"

"A century?!" Percy squeaks.

"Or a week? I always get those time periods confused. Not long, anyway. So far, I've been able to fake it with my delivery orders. The other gods kind of expect to-go cups with those. But if I don't get my proper chalice back before the next in-person feast, everyone will notice. I'll be humiliated!"

"When is the next feast?" Grover inquires.

"I don't know! Zeus is unpredictable! He might schedule one in twenty years. Or it could be tomorrow. The point is, I need that goblet back before word gets out! Question those goddesses. See what they know. But don't offend them. And don't say I sent you. And don't give away that my cup was stolen."

"That'll make it hard to question them," Annabeth responds. "Any idea where these goddesses hang out?"

"They stay close to Mount Olympus. I mean Manhattan. They should be around here somewhere. Do this for me, Percy Jackson, and I will write you a letter!"

"This recommendation letter will be positive?" Percy lists. "And you'll actually sign it?"

Ganymede scoffs. "You drive a hard bargain, but very well! Now, away with you, before I am undone!"

The moment Ganymede is gone, Percy turns to Ara. "You're friends with that guy?"

Ara puffs out air through her mouth and leans back tiredly. "Dude, when you work part-time in Olympus, there aren't many options."

"Well..." He looks at the others with a little smile. "This should be fun. Any ideas where to start?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Grover pouts. "But let me finish my drink first. We're going to need our strength."

Compared to what they used to face when they were younger, this is easy, and they also have each other. It surprises her how easily her brain accepts this and moves on. For years she'd been part of this family and felt the same they did about most things, but being a daughter of Olympus was shifting her character in ways she couldn't even notice until it was too late. 

Ease up, sunshine—She can hear Leo's voice in her head, twisting the perspective so it looks like something fun instead of dangerous. Before meeting him, that voice was her own, but now... all things joyful are him—this will be such a cool story at parties.

Ara makes a beeline to her room and stops only when Percy calls after her. "Yes?"

"Wanna play?" He's showing her the PlayStation remote with a strange look in his eyes, almost holding his breath while waiting for an answer.

Ara replies awkwardly. "Ah—I've got camp stuff to review. Bunker, cabins..." Her feet are already moving forward. "Sorry..."

The girl enters their shared room and closes the door. On her side of the room, right above her bed, she spots the Polaroids Leo gifted her a few months ago, and her smile drops. Gods, she's dead worried. Ara presses her back against the door and steadies herself. You got this. Her hand dives into her pocket and closes around Almighty with a tight grip. She takes a few steps forward and collapses onto her bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

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[mossy-mushrooms]

The dark harvest

Part 6

Ryu sighed as he got his shoes on as he sat on the wooden floor before the front door. His faded green backpack now resembling a sage green which was a far cry from the once pine like colour.

He took out his key to the front door, as he unlocked it he thought about putting it on his keychain later. He walked to the side of the lodge where his bike was propped up under the awning.

"ugh.." he muttered as he struggled to pull the old gate open so he could leave for school, as he pulled it open it let out a less than pleasant noise which made Kaito want to curl in on himself. Nonetheless he pushed his bike through and closed the gate as quick as he could.

He breathed in the cold air as he rode on his bike, the music blasting from his headphones while he rode down the dirt path. Wincing as the bike goes across the sharp rocks, hoping none of them puncture his wheels. He continued through the woods quietly looking around as he passed by some moss covered fallen logs.

As he finally breaks out of the tree line and onto the road he sees how quiet and desolate it is. The road seemed to be swallowed by the grey veil. He didn't pay it much attention as he continued on his way, his eyes wandering over to the Forest line a bit away from the road. He didn't see anything in particular, his eyes jumping from one tree to another looking at the occasional bird on a tree. He tore his eyes away before he looked further in.

Finally as he neared his new school he slowed down as he threw his leg over the bike bar in the middle while keeping his other on the pedal. He got off when he crossed the road, now pushing his bike to the bars with the other parked bikes. He spotted an empty bar and locked his bike before walking towards the school, most of students who where there were slowly meandering in or talking to eachother quietly outside the school entrance.

He walked in and went to the lockers to put away his stuff, as Ryu did so he heard footsteps walking towards him, he instinctively looked up.

"Hey I'm your guide for today" Mikey was right next to Ryu's locker, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the raven haired boy. "Oh.... Okay lead the way" Ryu reluctantly said as he closed his locker and turned to follow the blond.

"So on the first floor we have the mandatory classes, on the right are chemistry, maths and physics. And on the left you have English, history and Spanish." Ryu hummed as he looked around at the aforementioned classes. Mikey rounded the corner and started walking up the stairs, Ryu following suit. "On the second floor are the electives, like art, computer classes all that stuff" "Aha.." Ryu looked out the window as they walked through the second floor hallway.

"And on the third floor you have club rooms and the library they all have their titles in front so you will be able to find 'em easily." Mikey then turned to Kaito with his hand out, "let me see your timetable." Ryu fished out a folded paper and handed it to him silently, "oh you have English first, come on I have it as well" he said as he grabbed Ryu's wrist and started briskly walking towards the stairs. "Dude! You're taller than me slow down!" Ryu complained as he tried to keep up as they went down the stairs. "You'll be fine" was all Mikey said as he continued with his pace.

Ryu huffed as he walked into the classroom and of course he waited for the teacher to go through the motions of introducing a new student. "Alright would you like to say something about yourself mister Jeong?" He nodded. "Uh I like baking that's mostly out of boredom.. where can I sit?" He mumbled as he looked at the teacher, to which she nodded "you can sit by Zane, he is at the last window" Ryu's eyes went over to the bored brown haired boy. He sat down and smiled slightly the boy just ignored and looked down at his notebook. 'rude' Ryu thought as he opened his notebook as well.

At lunch Ryu followed Mikey and sat down with at a table where another girl was already sitting. "Hi Mikey, oh who's this?" The girls asked as she looked up at them as they went to sit down. "This is the new kid, his name's Ryu" Kaito waved slightly "hey". "Oh, my name's Calista nice to meet you" she smiled at him as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder. Ryu's eyes wandered over to it instinctively, he saw how soft it looked. "Nice to meet you too" he replied politely.

"so why'd you move here?" She questioned as she looked over his frame. "Ah well Yuuki says it's work his job" he looked out the cafeteria windows as he took out his lunch box, "Yuuki? Is that your dad?" Mikey chimed in after sipping on his soda "uh.. something like that.." Calista kicked the blond under the table for asking a touchy subject. "Oh sorry, didn't know" he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Nah you're fine, not really a way to know".

As they continued to converse about various topics Ryu's attention was pulled away by cruel sounding laughter that seemed to be right outside the cafeteria doors. "Hey just ignore it, it better if you do" Mikey put his hand on Ryu's shoulder. "What do you mean? What's happening"

"it's the classic bullies. Their parents have power because they own stores in this town." Calista said calmly as she finished her food, "I'll go check it out." Ryu stood up quickly "what! God damnit man!" Mikey followed after and so did Calista.

"Aw man look at you! Aren't you gonna defend yourself?" Ryu heard as he opened the cafeteria exit, the hyaena laughter of the goons followed as they picked on Zane. "Maybe you should just go to the grove like you dad!" Ryu started walking towards the group but Mikey grabbed him while shaking his head, silently pleading for him not to. But Ryu shook him off.

"Hey! What's your problem? What grove are you on about?" The main guy turned to look at him, his hand still gripping onto Zane's hair. "Well what do we have here? A new kid?" Ryu just raised an eyebrow and the main bully let go of Zane's hair and walked towards him. "Since you don't know me I'll let it slide. I'm Donomic, Donomic Albrecht."

He looked snobby as he sounded, his hair was combed back and of course he had to be wearing a fancy sweater. "As for the grove, well no one goes there. No one should, because no one comes back and we were just giving him some advice." Ryu squinted at him as he heard that. "Now freshie if you use your head and leave maybe I won't ruin your life. Maybe you can even get on my good side-" "-no thanks. You mind your business and I'll mind my own." Ryu scoffed before grabbing Zane's forearm and dragging him off.

"is that so." Donomic muttered as he watched Ryu leave, his hands clenched as he seethed. He knew who his new fixation was and he knew that the was about to begin.

[cieloclercs]

sliding doors , prologue

pairing: joão félix x fem!oc part: 0/? warnings: swearing, google translate spanish, kinda fluff ig? word count: 4.1k

SLIDING DOORS, "Seemingly inconsequential moments that nonetheless alter the trajectory of future events."

00. in which one serendipitous meeting changes everything

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𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 late on the day they met.

Esperanza Cabrera didn't make a habit of leaving her apartment five minutes before her lecture was due to start. She took university very seriously, and had barely missed so much as a single class in all her three years of study. She was just unfortunate on that day; a series of mishaps took the choice of setting off early for the tube station as she normally liked to out of her hands.

First of all, her railcard had disappeared into thin air. As a student without a driving license and no other way of getting around London except for on the Underground, Esperanza couldn't exactly have left without it. She watched the time ebb slowly away on her charity shop wristwatch, descending into more and more of a panic with each room she emptied and found no trace of her railcard. Eventually, when it did turn up (in the back pocket of a dirty pair of jeans, no less) Esperanza felt she could have cried with relief.

Then came mishap number two.

Her watch read twenty minutes until her lecture began. It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't a disaster either; she could still make it on time if she was quick. In hindsight, sprinting through her apartment and tearing a huge role in her tights on the loose countertop edge she hadn't got around to repairing yet probably wasn't her smartest idea. Inspecting the damage in the mirror, Esperanza instantly knew she couldn't go out like that. A last minute change of tights might not have been so bad, if it hadn't suddenly seemed that she had a very significant lack of non-holey tights in her drawers. Where they had all miraculously disappeared to, she would never know. By the time Esperanza had changed, her spare twenty minutes had been cut down to five.

"Hijo de puta." she swore under her breath. Her international law lecturer was much stricter about punctuality than any of her other lecturers had been (yet another example of how unlucky this entire situation was). He wouldn't let her tardiness go unnoticed — Esperanza was expecting a public lecture at the very least.

She pushed that thought from her mind, forcing down the dread that had begun to bubble up in her stomach before the idea of skipping class became too tempting. She decided it was worth sticking out the humiliation for the sake of her final grade. Perhaps if she'd been in her first year of university, skipping one class might not have been so bad — but when finals were only a few short months away? Not such a good idea.

Esperanza all but kicked open her apartment door, sprinting out into the hallway as if she was being chased by some kind of axe murderer. All her papers and notes were kept in a lilac folder, which was clutched precariously beneath her left arm, threatening to fall and spill its contents everywhere with a single wrong move. Esperanza's apartment was on the ninth level of the complex, a floor which she shared with two other people: the first of whom didn't leave her own apartment very much, whilst the second had moved out a couple of months ago to live with her boyfriend further outside of the city. The apartment wasn't cheap by any means; in fact, it probably would have been considered quite sought-after in the London estate market. Esperanza's parents had bought it for her. The moment they had taken a look at her options for student accommodation, they'd decided to take matters into their own hands. She felt a little guilty sometimes that she was essentially living off her parents' money — but they had insisted.

She ran down the corridor as fast as her legs could carry her, towards the elevator that was situated halfway between each of the apartments on the floor. Esperanza glanced down fearfully at her watch as she rounded the corner. She didn't look up in time to see the person standing unsuspectingly in front of the elevator before she had crashed headfirst, straight into them. Her folder dropped to the floor, spilling loose notes and her half-completed essay everywhere.

"I am so sorry!" the person yelped. Esperanza jumped back in fright upon realising how close she suddenly was to this unsuspecting stranger; close enough to smell their expensive cologne, which told her without the need to even look up that he was a man.

"No, no, it's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." she mumbled in reply. Esperanza tried to bite back her annoyance at the perfectly innocent stranger and her own clumsiness, crouching down on the floor beside her scattered papers partly to avoid eye contact, but mostly just to collect her things and be on her way as quickly as possible. Much to her surprise, the stranger came to kneel beside her only a split second later. He gathered the last of her notes into a neat pile and placed them carefully inside her open folder. Esperanza looked up. When she met his gaze, her heart stuttered.

Yes, the person she'd just sprinted into was indeed a man — and a very attractive man at that. He had a soft, boyish face, with kind features and pillow lips. His skin was tanned a golden hue in the way that told her he couldn't have been from around here, because no white British person had a tan like that in early January. From first glance, Esperanza guessed he must have been Mediterranean. His brown hair, which was hanging a little over his brow, looked so soft she could have reached out and touched it (although it's important to note she didn't, as that would have been incredibly creepy). There was no doubt about it, the stranger was very handsome — perhaps not conventionally, but still the kind of handsome that everyone who walked past could instantly recognise. Esperanza included.

The the thing about him though that had her momentarily captivated was his eyes. They were like liquid obsidian, with faint, shimmering hints of emerald hidden somewhere deep within. They held her in place, fixing her to the spot. She didn't want to look away.

The spell was broken when his hand brushed hers over her beaten old copy of Wuthering Heights. They jumped back like they'd been electrocuted, and finally Esperanza could pull herself out of the trance this stranger's eyes had somehow cast over her. She shook her head. This wasn't some kind of romcom, for God's sake. How much more pathetic could she get?

As they rose up from the floor simultaneously, the stranger began stuttering out yet more apologies. He seemed to forget he still had Esperanza's folder clutched in his hands, until her pointed look towards him served its purpose as a reminder. Apologies dying in his throat, he handed back the lilac folder with crimson cheeks.

"Sorry again." the stranger mumbled.

"I told you, it was my fault. Don't worry about it." Esperanza replied. Her eyes squinted as she studied him again. He seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn't quite place where she thought she'd seen him before.

"Have we met?" she blurted out, her mouth running away with her before her brain could catch up. The stranger blinked.

"Uh — no, I don't think so." he shook his head, "I just moved in a couple of days ago."

Oh. That made sense. Her landlord had mentioned to her that a new resident would be moving into the recently vacated apartment on her floor — she'd just forgotten all about it until now. Some stupid extra credit assignment her international law lecturer had made her stay behind at university to complete must have been the reason she'd missed him moving in. It was all beginning to fit into place now. Although Esperanza couldn't remember being show a picture of her neighbour-to-be at the time. Weird.

"Oh right! Yeah, I think Tom mentioned you." she said. The stranger nodded, but offered no reply. There was an awkward pause. Then:

"I'm João." he introduced, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She took it gingerly.

"Esperanza." she returned. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too." the stranger — João — smiled shyly. Esperanza seemed to have forgotten why she had been in such a rush. She couldn't remember anything that had happened to her, nor what she had been intending to do before meeting this handsome stranger, who just so happened to be her new neighbour. It occurred to her how strange it was that they hadn't crossed paths before now. He must have been wandering around the apartment complex for a few days at pretty much the same time as her: yet not once had they so much as passed each other in the corridor. And even stranger yet, Esperanza still felt as if she had seen his face before somewhere — she just couldn't figure out where.

"Are you sure we haven't met?" she asked again, squinting as she looked him up and down, "Do you go to UCL?"

"No." João shook his head. Her confusion deepened. He was quick to pick up on that, "I'm a footballer." he explained, as if that would provide all the answers. Esperanza grimaced slightly. It was blasphemous to say as a proud Argentinian, yes, but she really had no clue about football outside of the national team and Lionel Messi. The only club she'd ever followed had been Barcelona, for obvious reasons, and once her country's talisman had left for PSG, Esperanza had found no other reason to keep following it. She didn't even know who the major teams in the English League were, let alone whatever lower-level club her new neighbour played for.

"Oh, cool." she smiled either way, not wanting to appear rude, "Who do you play for?"

João had to work to stop his eyebrows lifting in surprise at his new neighbour's cluelessness. She really didn't seem to know who he was. From what he'd been able to gather in his few short days of living and working in London, almost everyone was at least aware of the goings on in the big teams in the Premier League — even if they didn't follow it, there was an acknowledgement at the very least. Yet this girl, though her face shone with recognition when she looked at him, genuinely had no idea who he was. And João found he liked that.

"Oh, just some local team." he dismissed with a small shrug, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "You probably wouldn't know them."

Esperanza nodded, a small smile passing across her features. She wasn't even aware of the time ticking slowly away anymore, though it had been her only priority in mere moments gone by. Silence hung between her and João, thick with tension, but not awkward. Esperanza scrambled for something to say to prolong the time she would get to spend in her new neighbour's presence, but every time she thought she had it, the words died on her lips.

The elevator doors swung open with a shrill ping before either of them could pluck up the courage to say anything more. Esperanza jumped, her gaze snapping wildly towards the sound. Out stepped her other neighbour — a kind old woman by the name of Mrs Davies (Esperanza didn't actually know her first name; she'd never told her it). Sometimes, when her university work became too much for her, Mrs Davies would pop round to lend a hand with the laundry or some other trivial household task, just to ease the weight on her shoulders if even only a little bit. She'd been one of the first people in London to show her true kindness. But right now, Esperanza couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she had appeared at such an in opportune moment.

Mrs Davies glanced with narrowed eyes between her two young neighbours, taking note of the man's flushed cheeks and the way that Esperanza seemed to be actively avoiding eye contact as if she could feel him watching her. The woman smiled to herself. She stepped out of the elevator and offered the two a warm look, creating the false impression she was none the wiser to whatever had transpired between them before the elevator reached floor nine.

"Hello, dear." Mrs Davies said to Esperanza. Then she turned to give her companion a kind smile, "João, wasn't it?"

"That's right." he nodded. Esperanza risked a glance over at him, instantly regretting it when he turned at the same time and caught her gaze. Her head snapped back to Mrs Davies, cheeks flushing pink. Once again, the old woman pretended not to notice.

"I didn't expect to see you here so late in the day, Esperanza." she went on after a moment, "Don't you normally have a lecture right about now?"

Shit. That was what she had been forgetting. Her class, her lecturer publicly ridiculing her if she was so much as ten seconds late (it had gone a bit beyond ten seconds now), the fact she was still yet to leave the apartment complex. Esperanza's sucked in a sharp breath. Damn her stupidly attractive neighbour and his captivating eyes.

"Puta madre." she swore, "Uh, yeah I do. I'm just running a little bit late." Mrs Davies arched an eyebrow, distinctly unimpressed. Esperanza scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

"You better get going then." the old woman sighed. She stepped out of the way of the elevator, holding out her arm in a gesture to let her past. Esperanza winced, stepping into the elevator. It took her a moment to process what happened next, as João too walked past Mrs Davies and through the doors of the elevator to stand a little awkwardly beside her. The old woman simply raised an eyebrow, before turning on her heel and walking away. Meanwhile, Esperanza's heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.

"Are you...?" she began, gesturing to the down button on the elevator with a wave of her hand. João cleared his throat before nodding. He had training to get to. Luckily, he wasn't running late, like it seemed Esperanza was. An awkward silence overcame them as the elevator doors creaked slowly to a close. It seemed to take forever for it to begin moving down. All the while, they were both staring at the floor, desperate to make eye contact or start up another conversation or anything, but for some reason, too overcome by nerves to try.

"Have you been living in London long?" João spoke finally. He glanced up hesitantly from where his eyes had been fixed intently on his shoes, to find Esperanza watching him. She let out an internal sigh of relief.

"I've been here for about three years now." the young woman answered. She leaned back against the railing of the elevator wall, turning her whole body to face him. Already she felt much more at ease; more confident. João smiled back at her, "I moved here for university."

He'd figured as much. He may not have been able to place her accent exactly, but it was clear enough to him that she wasn't a local. Spanish, perhaps? João had heard her speak in Spanish before (or rather, swear in Spanish: puta madre was a phrase he'd heard quite a lot playing for Atlético) — but her accent was softer somehow. More melodic.

"What do you study?" he went on. Subconsciously, he leaned a little towards her, eyes shining with intrigue. Esperanza felt the corners of her lips twitch upwards.

"Criminal psychology and law."

João's eyebrows raised, impressed, "You must be pretty smart then, right?" he asked. Esperanza giggled, shrugging her shoulders modestly. He wasn't joking though — João didn't know a lot of academics; he'd been surrounded solely by football and testosterone ever since he dropped out of school to focus on his career. But lawyers were some of the most intelligent people on earth, right? He knew enough to be aware of the fact that to study law, you had to be incredibly smart.

"What about you?" Esperanza asked after a short pause, "Have you been in London long?" Similarly, she'd noticed his accent, and matched with the summer tan he somehow possessed even despite London being in the depths of a bleak January winter, had come to the conclusion that he definitely wasn't a local.

"No, not long." João shook his head, "I think about a week? I've visited a couple of times before though, if that counts."

Esperanza couldn't hide her surprise. His English was very good for someone who'd only been living in the country for a week (not that she was perfectly qualified to judge, but it sounded good to her). She wondered if it would be overstepping to ask if he wanted a tour guide or a familiar face to show him around the city a bit. It probably would have been. They'd only met a few minutes ago after all. Esperanza was quick to dismiss the idea as stupid, shaking her head imperceptibly.

"How are you liking it so far?" she asked again. The elevator was coming to a stop now. That familiar tumbling feeling churned in her stomach as they finally reached the ground floor – though this time, she couldn't be sure if that was due to the motion of the elevator, or João's dark-as-night eyes boring into hers.

"It's a beautiful city." The young man said, "There's always a lot to see and do." He paused, a small, wry smile passing over his features, "It's a little bit colder than I'm used to, though."

Esperanza laughed, clear and bright. It left a fluttering feeling in João's stomach, and a stupid, giddy grin on his face. The elevator doors slid open with another shrill ping. Her class once again all but forgotten about, she waited for her new neighbour to stand by her side before they walked out together.

"Yeah, I was the same." Esperanza agreed. She'd known cold, snowy weather in her home town, but the rain and the wind and the bitterness of the weather in London had come as a bit of a shock to the system when she first moved, "Where are you from then? Originally, I mean."

"I'm from Portugal." João answered with a fond smile.

Esperanza giggled, "That explains it then."

They were stood outside the elevator doors now, neither of them making any attempt to move, though they both knew they couldn't stay there forever. Esperanza opened her mouth to speak again. She was cut off by the faint buzzing of her phone in her pocket. At first, she ignored it, but then a succession of three more buzzes came through, and she reluctantly fished it out of her pocket just to check no one had died or anything like that. João dismissed her sheepish apologies with a wave of his hand.

Esperanza was greeted by a string of text messages from her friend and fellow criminal psychology and law student, Doutzen Van Aalsburg. She almost dropped her phone in fright upon reading them.

Message from: DOUTZY 👩🏻‍🦰

Where the fuck are you?

Jordan's having one of his rants about people turning up late to class

That means YOU dipshit!

Get your ass over here quick. I can't cover for you forever

"Joder." the young woman hissed. João's dreamy smile morphed into a frown. He could sense her change in demeanour immediately.

"Is everything ok?" he asked, concerned.

Esperanza nodded as she furiously typed out a message to Doutzen, all in capitals, letting her know she was on her way. "Yeah. I'm really sorry, I've got to go." she lifted her head to smile apologetically up at João, "I'm running late for one of my classes, and my lecturer might kill me if i don't turn up soon..." Esperanza explained, trailing off at the end. She didn't want to just turn around and sprint away from him just as quickly as she had sprinted into him — not only would that have been incredibly rude, but it might put him off talking to her again. Yet, she was still painfully aware of the seconds ticking away in the background. At this rate, she wouldn't even make it to class before it ended.

"No worries." João shrugged, trying not to seem too disappointed at the thought of her having to leave so soon, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up."

"No, no, you didn't." Esperanza reassured, "It's my fault. I completely forgot about it."

Because of you. She thought. So actually, it sort of is your fault.

"It was — uh — it was really great meeting you." João spoke, his smile growing shy. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, like he often did whenever he was nervous. God, when was the last time he'd been nervous because of a girl anyway? Why now was he suddenly acting like an awkward teenage boy?

"It was great meeting you too, João." Esperanza murmured. She'd lost her sense of urgency all over again. Unbeknownst to her, the sound of his name rolling of her tongue was sending João's heart into a frenzy. He could do nothing but stand there, grinning stupidly. All words had escaped him.

Esperanza desperately wanted to lose herself in his eyes forever, but her phone soon buzzed again, and she was faced with the harsh reality that she had to leave sooner rather than later. She took the first two steps backwards towards the door. Her eyes remained on João the whole time, and she didn't bother trying to hide the faint pink blush in her cheeks.

Another buzz. She couldn't linger anymore.

"I'll see you around?" Esperanza said. It came out as more of a question than a statement, which João was quick to answer with an eager nod. That was all she needed. Leaving him with nothing but a dazzling smile and the faint scent of cherry blossom, Esperanza turned on her heel and ran towards the door, checking her phone frantically as she went. She didn't notice a loose sheet of paper slip out from between the bindings of her folder, nor did she hear João calling her name to warn her.

"Esperanza! You dropped —" he cut himself off abruptly. It was no use. She was already gone.

The sheet of paper fluttered gently to the ground like an autumn leaf falling from a tree. João felt a little stupid for gazing at it sadly, as if it was his only reminder of the girl that had breezed in and out of his life in the space of a few minutes — because, of course, it was highly unlikely he would be seeing his neighbour again any time soon. He felt like a fool.

João figured he might as well have kept the lost sheet, whatever was on it, to give back to her at a later date. Perhaps it could be his excuse to talk to her again; although why he felt he needed an excuse just to talk to a pretty girl, João couldn't quite fathom. Esperanza had left him in complete turmoil, yet they had probably only spoken for a grand total of five minutes. What an idiot.

Sighing, he stepped forward to reach down and pick up the sheet of paper from the floor. The side facing him was blank — but when he turned it around, his eyes widened with awe. Esperanza had dropped a drawing — quite possibly one of the most beautiful drawings João had ever seen (even if he was by no means an expert on great pieces of art). His eyes scanned the page for a signature, wanting to know for sure that it was definitely hers before his interest in her could grow any further. Sure enough, the name Esperanza Cabrera Ríos was scrawled in the bottom corner.

So she was an artist and an academic? João scoffed. He didn't stand a chance.

A part of him wanted to frame the beautiful drawing and hang it up in his new apartment. He wouldn't do that, of course, because it was technically theft. But not only that, there seemed to be something incredibly personal about the artwork and the way that it was drawn. Even João, uncultured as he was about such things, could see that. He didn't recognise the landscape captured in the drawing, but it obviously meant something to Esperanza; a great mountain range illuminated by a pink and russet orange sunrise; snow capped peaks, and a shimmering, inky blue lake beneath. It felt so real. João could have reached out and touched it, and he was sure there would have been a part of Esperanza in there too.

He looked up from the drawing towards the spot where she had disappeared. Gone, with nothing but a smile, and something that to him felt like a promise. João couldn't explain how he knew it, but he was sure that wouldn't be the last time he saw Esperanza Cabrera. Far from it.

— author’s note

eek i’m so excited to write this story you have no idea 😭

[notesoncrocs]

ICYMI 2

all about my job! my job is super chill.

my supervisor gave me two days off so i started work last wednesday (so i used that time to go exploring in condesa, el parque mexico, paseo de la reforma, el museo de cera, el museo de chocolate, the gayborhood, el bosque de chapultepec, palacio de bellas artes, museo tamayo, etc. found a market that sells insects! and another market that sells east asian cooking supplies, hooray! i'll write about this later).

my hours of work are 9am-3pm but i come in at 10-ish and no one's here usually. my supervisor sometimes doesn't come in. the only thing worrying me about my work is that i think they expect me to design and build and test the entire project (a machine learning model for the visual system of a chameleon robot) because i asked the prof what they'd done so far and he sent me a link to a github repo that contained this when i cloned it:

i am actually so scared. they asked me to come up with a block diagram of a model and i took liberal amounts of inspiration from two papers on google scholar. and then they told me my idea was interesting which made me even more scared. now i have to collect data somehow. please. i muddled my way through 6.036 and i only know how to make machines learn through google colab.

work aside, i know people at my job now! there are two mit students here with me working on different projects, carlos and alex, and we're having lunch today. i've been hanging out and talking to carlos a lot because we were assigned to work in the same lab/workspace area. also, on my first day of work, carlos and kevin (incoming grad student working with carlos on the same project) roped me into one of their experimental trials where they strapped a bunch of electronics on my legs and feet and had me walk around a room in different ways. i was so, so confused the whole time but carlos explained to me that they're trying to find patterns in people's walking style/gait to better detect the onset of parkinson's.

carlos is nice — one of his personality traits is that he runs a lot (like a lot a lot, every day for an hour or so). i remember him from one of the misti info sessions because he asked griselda for recommendations on running routes throughout the city. yesterday he told me he almost died from hiking on a mountain this past weekend. i'm glad he's still with us today.

kevin is also nice and very funny! he talked to me a lot on my first day when i was nervous and didn't know what was going on. my spanish isn't that cute but he was very patient and understanding. he made meet the robinsons references and told me about where he was from (tampico) and how the universities and classes here work. he took me out to lunch and showed me around campus a little so that i knew where to find food and how to not get lost. along with kevin i also met miguel and pilar, who all work on the parkinson's project with carlos, and they're so funny and unserious.

yesterday i met diego, who is this guy who's almost finished with his specialization and just wants to gtfo and be employed, which is so real of him. he's the first guy i met who's working on the chameleon project, and he's the one who warned me about the lack of work on the visual system of the chameleon. he's also really talkative and funny and invited carlos and me to lunch. i learned a lot of important (tm) (maybe mexican-specific?) spanish terms from him: huevón (spelling might be off), which means guy with big balls / guy who does nothing all day, and chorro, which means diarrhea (i think em ale mentioned this to me once). diego talked to us about gringos, u.s. intervention / modern imperialism, racism in mexico vs. in the us, and the spiderman movies. he also has a sister-in-law who is chinese, or something, so he knew how chinese pronunciation worked, and how to count numbers with one hand.

there's a starbucks on the first floor that i am becoming intimately acquainted with, a fancy sit-down cafe in the courtyard that does tacos, quesadillas, and smoothies, and an on-campus convenience store / food court (i miss the stud so bad!!). i'm told there's a nice gym somewhere on campus so a reentrance of a dumptruck era may be imminent. if i'm feeling brave, i might ask around to see if i can sit in for a big lecture, or see if i can access stuff in the music building. in general, people are patient and understanding with me, and often go out of their way to help me out when they see that i'm struggling to communicate or figure something out. i think i'm in good hands.

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Old oc quotes

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"Wait! When did you get kidnapped by terrorists! Why did we never Talk about Obidah sooner! I could have prevented this Tony, why didn't you say anything!"

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What do you mean you almost Died of metal poisoning!

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"Just what is Red planing that involves a Kimono?"

"I don't know. Do you think it has anything to do with her plans to rob FedEx."

"No. She borowed Tonys sweater for that."

"I don't know what she has planed for today, and I don't want to know."

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Well it involves Reasons why Hydra should not use FedEx. A mision to Japan to shoot raccons, learn Japanese, and catch up to the twentith centry, and hiring Tony a bodyguard that is around as more of a full time.

Also giving the poor guy some space to reajust without being crowded by either side.

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Unless the clothing has some noteworthy reason to stand out, I'm probably not going to describe it.

"You know what, I really like Lucy's jeans. I mean who else do you know owns red bellbottom jeans."

"Ok. That's going to be a hard chrismas present to get."

"No No. We won't have to do that. The reason I'm bringing this up to you, is beacuse I'm planing to steal them, and I'll need your help with that. "

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Desmond Miles is sick of everyone's shinanagains. And yet resinged

That's it, someday Desmond will adopt eagles! Or more, the eagles will adopt him. And he will curse, and blame Red, and start takeing classes on falconery

Holy shit yes,  Desmond with cross arms un the middle if a room filled with eagles surrounding him on all sides

Jacob Fyre is one of the two assassins in syndicate, and he starts a gang called the Rooks.

He's a lot more intrested in fistfighting more then this stealthy assassian stuff, much to his twin Evies annoyance, and though I had always intended them to meet (I had a draft where Red occasionally looks after them when they were younger) it's clear now Jacobs desire to lead a gang, was strengthened by Red and her accidently addopting things tendency.

Haha, n8ce on the adopting.  

Tony picked up her tendacy to adopt things, except he adopts people.

Desmond is woried one day he will get an urge to adopt eagles or something. And train them to steal wallets. Clearly her need to adopt things can be passed on, and since he is around her so often, he one day might pick up stealing.

Yes, the world needs to hear about the genius of the catbonells

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Red first met Tony as a kid, a bit after she revived bodyguard training. Maria introduced him as your Principal, and knew about how to properly do this, beacuse in her past (and Reds future) red was hers for awile, and further down reds future, she protected her parents for a short time, and preseumably told them.

Red is bodygaurd for at least four familys, in diffrent time periods, and she is fond of bodyguard work, beacuse the principals are rich, so provide good and whatnot, some of them have been friends from a young age, like for one she has on off, helped raise, though not as much as the official first bodyguard Alba who has been around Amanda from birth, and was Reds first principal. Alba considers bodygaurding serious buisness, and is kind of like a faimly retainer. And Red is sort of this accidently, but likes the job, and is friends with the principal. As she met Tony the youngest of his faimly, and has known him the longest, they are close friends. Or she is that second cousain, that no body talks about, and comes over anyways.

I think the first party happened when Tony was thirteen, and they met when he was eight.

The first meetings I wrote earlier are AU, beacuse they didn't really work.

Maria and Tony have Spanish ancestry, btw.  Like Xavier Carbonell the artist.

Red gets to make sure dogs get well taken care of. Sometimes to destress, she goes to visit the shelter ( which ridiculously spoils the dogs, and also provides work and training to those who need it, which is why Tony counts or as philandriphist activity, beacuse it's in his name, so he has to talk about it sometimes) and just play  with dogs. And check how they are running the place.

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Yah, Red isn't as bad on friends. And Tony let's her have a lot of freeway with money anyways, being a timetravler is great for investing in stock. That she used some of the money on philanthropist projects like all the dog shelter/homes She starts, and hired practicly homeless people and whatnot to run it.

She loves dogs. She wants to adopt like every dog. Tonys like, so long as I can make robots, I don't really care.

Desmond facepalms whenever this tendancy pops up.

"All of your friends look after your various dogs. And then there's Tony. This is a tad ridiclous."

She was Robing FedEx for the same reason for  why Hydra should not use FedEx. She found the correct package.  She decided Tony needed a more permeant bodyguard.

I do sometimes dance. I think running might also help, if this urge didn't hit me at times like 10:30 pm.

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I kove that . I just really love Red right now. Haha, nice Red disguised as younger Tony, in a party full of investors and what not. Does Maria notice this? Like she makes a game out of it if she can get red to break character. A bored genius is a dangerous one

No, problems on this side either. Nist of them tend to rationalize it as I will need this, they don't anymore .

Guess i gotta keeo an eye out for my stuff around Red then lol .

I haven't.  I have heard of it by whisperes post in tumbkr with Canada. That sounds good, i hope to try one if i ever see a Tim Hortons

Have you walked it out or i dunno uh i tend to dance a butchered version of ballet if i get restless. Music tends to help but it just makes it worse on my part 

I eanna try that. Stop making me hungry for food  xD

Oh, Maria does what bored guiness mothers do. Start telling embarasing Tony stories, to see how Red can get out of that while reasonably staying in character. Of course Maria noticed, Red has done that for her too. Not that Red knew that yet, but she does catch on to Maria noticing her.

I think she has dressed up and impersonated Tony to be a decoy for something when they were younger. It could have been for something dangrous just as easily as it could have been a borring event he didn't want to attend.

She does impressions and impersonated people all the time, but the voice can't sound exact. Just very good. She has attention to details, but rarely history.

"I don't know Desmond, what happened in 2012."

"That was the year I got kidnapped. You know, the year we were almost destroyed by the sun."

"I knew that. Someone was saying something about a present or something. Whatever."

If it's not relevant , she dosent really care.

Yah, I tend to find most of my characters at the very least seem to be corpse robbers.

Red is a shameless pickpocket.

"Hey Desmond. Today, some guy named David Johnson will be paying for lunch with his credit card. So for today, your David, K"

"Damnit Red, when did you nab that. "

"Common David! Lets go to Applebees."

Have you ever been to Tim Hortans. I'm aware that an American company owns it now (to which I am a little offended by) and there might be some around down there . If so, have you ever tried a creamy maple chill? Its super sweet, and rich, but I kind of like it.

Yah, but that's the thing. I'm haveing trouble sitting still. Its figitty. I sit and I need to get up again.

I found out today that pizza ghetti (spaghetti pizza) is a thing in Quebec (and some other proviances, but mostly Quebec).

Yah, she finds running past a fight and pickpockiting the opponents the most useful skill out there. It requires her looking and figuring out what's in their pockets first, but that's always helpful. Swipe and run.

She does do a lot of stealing. Still, various people in her life are giving her limits on what is appropriate to steal when.

Any guesses as to why she needed Tonys sweater?

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And then I imagined Red being like

"Hey Tony, I need to go Rob  FedEx , and I'm borrowing your sweater. Be back in a few days."

Tony: "...? Ok?"

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Yes, Just him and Bucky, not breaking hearts, but messing with Germans by deploying the ghost army.

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I like to try to get Red to meet people she will friendship, though some people she just can't help but dislike. Then there are neutrals. And of course, there are some people she just hates. And the sun. The sun is on that list most days.

Ahh, yes I can see them clashing over that. But wouldn't that make it funnier if he gave one of the shovel talks?

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Maybe. I think I want to do that digitally though, so I might wait untill Monday where I have access to Adobe illustrator at school.

Red, would probably not be traditionally pretty, she has a lot of scars, which stand out more with the pale skin. But beyond that, Mars would probably fix her nose and whatnot if it broke. They want her in the best condition, and it includes inocculating her against any desiease they can think of, to prevent her from accidently starting a plague sometime.

Of course it's not out of alterism. They have use for her fighting skills.

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Red originally was a much darker blond. But then I realised, she wouldn't complain about sunburn so often. She takes after her dad in colouring and her mom or mixed in features.

Well, that and I wanted her to stand out. That way she does want to learn disguises more, and enjoys the sun barrier the skin colouring of the diguise out teaches.

I haven't come up with a name for it yet, but I have a concept of something that you would use for disguise that can change your skin colour. It will give you sun, and will show tan if you have been out awile, or even sun burn in appropriate skin types. It washed off with its counter and not even water will get rid of it. Red, pretends to have darker skin then she does, as it covers up as her tattoos and scars, unless she adds some, and it lessens her chances of getting burnt by the sun.

Red is pale. Pale skin (that everything shows up well on) pale blonde hair, light grey eyes.

Though sometimes I'm tempted to have them dark grey for contrast.

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She has killed a lot of people, and dosent usually feel to upset about that. She had trouble seeing what was wrong about teaching a seven year old to use a gun, and is more upset at Lenas distress then the fact that Lena killed someone.

She gets that first kill can be distressing, but puts Lenas life over Damions and would have done the same thing If she had been at the house. She was 'killed' by a convieance store robber, and is glad Lenas home invasion has a diffrent outcome.

So she empathisises with Lena, but dosent quite think she would change it, unless she could have had Lena out of the house and avoid the whole thing.

And some people tell her that she should learn dillomacy, that she should prevent loss of life, and others praise her for being an exclent accident specilist.

She's kind of confused about the whole thing, as a teen really.

"Did you forget? I'm a terrible person. This will be no problem for me. "

With age, she kind of finds a sort of ballance, but still finds the killing tabo thing a tad strange. So long as it's on appropraite targets , and clean kills, she dosent quite get the deal.

She's trying to get better at diplomacy and negotiation.

She's going for break their arm if they attack, when asked.

Its getting a little easier to do it without being asked, but she still needs reminders sometimes.

Her head is a strange place

And she's also selfish. I don't know you, I wouldn't do that for a stranger. But then she goes into a house on fire, beacuse the person is still alive, and probably won't die if I do this now.

But she will kill a lot of people to keep her friends safe, and society has strange morals about that.

She doesn't quite have a normal moral compas

Have i ever mentioned lately how much i really love Red?

It might take her quite a bit to feel that way about herself

She puts her friends as a value higher then her.

Beacuse if they die, she will lose them, where she has been comeing back from the worst hits since she was eight (I think)

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Red is also not that big on being touched. Neither is Tony. Red would prefer to initiate contact, then be surprised by it. At times she's not sure if a hug is needed and just hovers awkwardly around, and resist the urge to stiffen up if they do hug her. They should hug, but both of them are ridiclous people like that, and that's what Desmond is around for. "Serriously you guys, hug. "

She would pick kid Tony up for a piggyback if he asked. Or carry him if needed.

Does picking him up, and carrying kid Tony to a private place to cry help, and tell him about, something mundane, like how to tell good fruit from bad. She wouldn't shove him off if he curled in, but they would be talking, or end up working on something.

If I had to make a music video for tony, I would go with one of Bo Burnhams finales. Like "We think we know you."

As adults they would probably go and play video games. And talk. And sit on the couch, and stop being Tony and Red, and be pokemon fans. And have something in the tv. Other days they would play Bioshock or something but bad days are no weapons games, and this way they can be competitive and distracted from lifes problems.

Body swap from the same story I showed earlier has Darcy and Tony , senses, and self care. That's probably a bad way to explain it but, I think I need that now

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Even though there are a lot of things about Tonys personal quirks that probably means I wouldn't get along with Tony, I like his character. I get some of the things about his character in my own way. Tony is an artist who grew up in the spotlight. If left alone he would probably just sit in his lab and make things. And get hyperfoccused and not eat. I admire his ambition.

The thing I find about being any kind of celebrity is that the media builds them up to tear them down.

Tonys work will get imeadite attention, and he is praised to the skies for his sucess, and dragged down for his failures.

He decided, these weapons are my mistake, and I will fic this.

The world looks up to him, and he is under so much pressure to deliver, and now that he's a hero, he tries with everything hes got. He puts his mind, his body, his sainity, his hopes and dreams into his work.

And at times it comes crashing down around him. And that hurts, that failure hurts so much, and the world wacths Tony Fail and holds him so accountable.

Tony, I think, is not the type to like to have other people in charge of him. He has some people he trusts, to varying degrees, and he will take orders from, but that's personally chosen. To see him arguing for the Slovakia accords felt kind of strange, but after his last failure, I can see why he would be doing that.

He made a huge mistake, and he is takeing all the blame. No really, Bruce was kind of involved in the science bender, but is probably doing a runner, beacuse he is already afraid of how people react to the Hulk.

So Tony is there, and feeling like crap.

NothingIdoisgoodenough. Imnotgoodenough. Iamaterribleperson. WhydidIthinkIcouldmakethingsbetter, Iamsuchascrewup. Ialwayshavebeen,andalwayswillbe. Icantdothis.

Familiar thoughts to artists, cbeacuse we do at times feel that way about our work, and Tony must feel so much worse, beacuse his killed so many people, and he didn't want to make things to kill people anymore.

Beyond suits, beacuse those things saved his life.

Then Cap going against what he thinks, and bringing a wanted man (and his parents killer) into his place uninvited.

And it goes downhill even more.

Someone give that man a hug, but he dosent like hugs, so Red, you go to him as a kid, and teach him disguises, so he can get some time away from being Tony Stark all the time.

And make him food, and Later get Desmond to make you eat food regularly, beacuse God knows the two of you are terrible at eating regularly

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Ahh, your dorks are so happy! It's heartwarming! What is the book called?

Sometimes in the quieter moments, Red paints scenery. She can draw people pretty well, but there's something about water colour paintings she just likes. She will use other mediums if she has them, but water colour is easier to carry and use in a variety of places. Or watercolour pencils.

On the bad days it's deffinatly not scenery.

Does Red ever hang her paintings? That's so cool. I wanna know what she paints on bad days but i kinda don't wanna know but do

I wonder if Tony have her paintings.  Does she have sone of Desmond and Maria?  Who does she paint more of?

Some places she sells them. them. Sometimes Her friends hang them.

Sometimes she draws people they ask her to describe as witness statments or something. She was taught very accurate anatomy.

Other times she draws people she is peoplewacthing.

Occasionly she does portraits. Tony asked for one of his mother once, and she realised, Oh, thats why Maria gave me permission to paint that one day. I ask later , apparently.

She also paints scenery on Tonys walls, in his old home. Sometimes she paints on the walls on had days too, but that is usually after drawing for awhile and calming down. Sometimes an outlet can help you think about something more calmly, even if it is still not a story you want to share. Desmond is not allowed to look at that skethbook.

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Logan and Helga are Jason and Eleanors Parents

.They are the Ryans

Even if it dosent play out in the story, I need to know these little details so I can write them accuartly as I can.

Her mother is Angela Lareau- Jordan. Her father is Jason Ryan.

Her cousian has a dead twin so they gave her both sets of names.

Mary-Jacob, Elizabeth-Brandon, Monique- Theirry, Ryan- Laframbois.

We just call her M.T

MTs parents are Eleanor Ryan and David Laframbois

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I'm trying to develop people in Reds life, especially Pre Desmond, beacuse they didn't beacome a team untill after he died (and he was the ghost snoop) and became Jesus. Martians brought him back.

I decided that she has had three serious relationships.

One was a one faded, one was a mutual break, and the last was with a rival where they broke up (mutualy) after their competitiveness got them into serious trouble.

I'm comeing up with ways that might have reached that, but all that's really hitting me was they put themselves and someone else in mortal danger through it, or they almost (or really) caused an international incident

Most other dates Red goes on are really more for the food, and some intresting conversation.

I think the mutual break up, might have happened dateing someone durring the zombie appolyapce. Seeing your girlfriend die, (and it's bad enough that she's your friend and that hurts, but worse as a girlfriend somehow) and meeting her latter when she's older, or younger, ect, is not a relationship that is easy on the partner, especially in zombietimes. They can work together fine, are even still friends after some distance, but long term was not in the cards for them. That's kind hard, and she got that.

Now the rival, was a lot of fun to date, but also kind of covers why you shouldn't date a rival. You focus more on compeating then compromise and communication. Then you both end up escalating it too far, and cause an international incident.

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Her lack of filter drives Desmond nuts. She has one when in a mask, but relaxed and casually chatting some will unknowingly reveal disturbing information. And then people just look at her with alarmed faces, and she shuts up, blushes,and leaves.

Yah, Red sitting there thinking "...this was not what I thought you wanted to talk about in the slightest."

And then there are her friends who are talking about a subject she has no Idea about, because she is hopelessly out of touch with whats going on right now in the world.

She sits there wondering "Do we normally talk about this? Is this something that happened last time you saw me, and you are finishing a conversation I haven't had yet? Do I know your friend? Is it rude to ask for a name?

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I decided to flesh out the wacthdogs part of Reds story. In a diffrent direction from cannon, the car accident that was meant to assassinate Aiden, took his nephew Jackson instead of his niece Lena. He's still looking for revenge, but Lenas reaction went differently from Jacksons

I didn't quite expect it to lead where it did, but Red is a bad influence on children. Shes known this faimly, ever since she came into this time running, and was hit by their car. She's kind of that cousian that sometimes shows up to the kids. She does not think that what comes out of her mouth will be influence them that much, when she plays with normal children. She is proven wrong several times.

Anyways, when Red got out of the hospital around the beginning of watch dogs, Lena meets her at the hospital and asks her to teach her to use a gun. This is a seven year old.

Red gets the sense that Lena will get a gun and learn anyways, if she says no, beacuse and she might as well be there to teach her to shoot safe

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Red, who also learned to use weapons at a young age, and learning made her feel safer, does not see much of a problem with teaching this, and goes about teaching her to responsibly use an H&R 243 rifle. (one that would be ok for a child recoil wise, and prevent bad habbits from forming latter)

She gives a safety lecture, and tells Lena that one day She Wil take her hunting. (Red intends Lenas first kill to be very diffrent from her own, done in a safe and controlled enviorment, to an food, from a distance)

Red is a good teacher , but actions have consequences

When Aiden met up with his sister at the beginig, she had been getting crank calls threatning robbery.

In the game, Damien Brenks breaks into his sister's house, kidnaps Nicole, and uses her to get Aiden to do work for him in excange for her saftey.

(I did not expect it the following )

Here, Damien breaks into the house intending to get Lena, or Nicole, and meets up with an armed Lena that ends up with her shooting him in the head, and completely derailling the later plot of watchdogs.

She is alive beacuse Jackson successfully called shotgun seat in this verse, and then this happens.

I'm sorry. Kind of. I don't know. I knew something bad was going to happen when Red taught her to fire a gun, but I did not expect it to take the turn it did where a seven year old kid shots someone fataly. Even Red was probably eight in the conviance store disaster.

I don't know how to feel about this one to be honest. I mean, red gets into all kind of messes, and probably brings people into them, but this was a seven year old.  Aidens neice.

All I knew about her before this, was that when She was twenty she had a TMI talk with Red in the hospital about her sexuality and the people who we're involved in her journey to figure that out.

Lena is the sort of person who does talk to random people about her issues, and Red is the kind of person who sometimes gets TMI conversations as a confidant, and didn't expect to have that happen.

Well, Lena really derailled the game plot, in a way I was never expecting her to, and It could be intresting to see, what comes of it.

Desmond will use this as a primary example of why Red should not be a babaysitter.

"You taught Tony to drive."

"Tony could have probably hotwired the car, and learned by himself anyways. anyways. Teaching him was safer "

"You also taught a seven year old to use a gun."

"I think she would have found one and learned anyways. Gun safety is important."

"She shot a man in the head."

"He was breaking and entering. And Damien. "

"She shot a man in head, Red."

After this, along with paying for therapy for all involved. (she was able to get her hands on a fair bit of Damien's money) she signs Lena up for Karate. And leaves her money to continue with the lessons.

Nither of them are wrong, per say, but people are more inclined to agree with Desmond.

This is not the zombie apocalypse times

I may agrer with Desmond ,but i do believe with Red at some point they will need to learn.  More so Tony i doubt he will just take no okay. He will probably one way or another its better to teach him now. However she should have probably took more precautions with a child and a gun.

Yah, she was younger then, and she taught gun safety and shooting fine. She just didn't... think this all the way through, to possible consequences.

She was trained to use weapons at a young age, after all, and probably didn't think too hard about teaching a kid, beyond makeing sure she can do it safely and supervised. 

She went over instructions like "never point a gun at something you don't intend to shoot. Keep the muzzle pointed in a safe direction. "

It was, a home invasion. invasion, and not an accident.

Yah, Red kind of realised. "I should have started her off with martial arts, rather then let her insist. "

So she dosent repeat that incident again, but she dosent have much of a filter for "things not appropriate to teach to children. "

Yah, everyone involved need some grief therapy at least about Jackson, and probably a fair bit more, especially Lena.

In game Jackson was going to therapy after the death of his sister, and wouldnt talk to anyone except his mom.

How dare he get Ivette into star trek!

Jk that's adorable

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Tony stark has a thing for adopting superheros.

Tony does have a thing for adopting superheros.

Yes, I want a sciencing hulk at my tower.

Sure I'll take a sniper and assassian.

You might as well be here in my Avengers Tower. Take that fury!

I'm glad she is relatable. relatable. I tried to make her flawed and relatable. And she dosent quite get normal conventions, like why it was a bad Idea to teach ten year old Tony how to drive like a get away driver.

Tony. If Tony decided to rule the world, she would probably do her best to make it happen. There is another universe out there, where she and Tony fought their way to the top and started the Iron empire. Pepper potts rules the world. And Red protects them. They are all in armor.

But that is not this world.

I'm going to have to learn more about math, to write her as a sniper, mechanic, medic, And hacker. She's the kind of person who can rattle off cordnites like a boss. Its important for accurate telleporting. Sometimes,when she's really desprate, she can convince herself of a fourmula to slow down.

On the other hand, her foccus often has her putting personal things on the burner. Self care, relationship care, happiness.

She has work priorities.

She likes people, and she can fake it to strangers, but friends.  She doesn't genraly like to lie to them.

Haha, Red and Tony talk tech so much. She likes math

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I got the idea, if there being other precursor talents from Desmond. The dude is almost sage in precursor percentage of blood, but dosent have the eagle vission, despite his ancestors having it. Including three generations of Kenways at least.

He only activated Eagle vision, from the bleeding effect of the animus.

So I think he had something else before,and eagle vission might have overwrote it.

I don't know if I mentioned this, but in the assassins creed verse, most assassins we play have eagle vision.

But eagle vision probably wasn't the only sense that could be enhanced, just the most famous one. And wanted

Red is trained, to use it. It can indicate to her if people are lying (though about what she has to use logic and reading people skills) and tracking , along with regular things scent trained people can do like sillage, and picking out fresh ingreadents. We can pick up emotions to some extent by scent, although our brain tells us by body language.

We are not alone in our head. We have the left brain and the right brain. The left brain gets surprised when the right does something unexpected,and logics it to us as something we were planning.

Especialy as her precursor talent is scent/taste

Oh! Red, that sucks. Imagine vinegar,  i have better smell and jesus i hate the sharp nurning smel of it.

That is a nice tattoo

Desmond got Red a scarf in Assassian colours. It's white with red maple leaves at the tips. It doubles as a Canada scarf.

She wears scarves, and wraps them around her face, when going into overwhelming smell areas. Like the sewers...or the body shop for soap

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That's the thing. People see so much of Howard in Tony.

What kind of woman could keep Howard's attention that he would want to marry?

Probably not some trophy wife.

No, he would go for someone intelligent. Someone headstrong. Someone who he won't get bored with.

Perhaps they are not the most suited people to be parents, beacuse they both get so caught up in their projects, and each other, that they don't pay enough attention to Tony.

Of the two of them, she gets along more with Tony then Howard, but Tony really wants his father's attention, but their relationship is rocky.

Sometimes she plays the piano with him, and he loved that.

No, I like to think that Tony inherited traits from both of them, and his mother was kind of overlooked beacuse Howard stood out more, and the male dominated society overlooks her.

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Red being drived crazy by Maria sometimes makes me laugh. That's really amazing, i always saw Tony taking after Howard but his mom makes it 100 time better

She is  fonder of Tony then Maria, though she will never tell them that. Tony met her as a kid. They were friends from a young age. Maria met her when they were both older, and she was kind of assigned to Maria to keep her safe. Beacuse I kind of Headcannon Both Maria and Howard driving their bodyguards nuts in diffrent ways by being geniuses with more brains then common sense or patience.

Tony inherited his brains for both of them.

"Trust me, you do not get that just from your father. "

Maria is kind of condescending at times, and stubborn, and gets tunnle vission to her goals. She sort of occasionally treats Red as faimly property, and  Red kind of is, Beacuse Maria's parents already knew her, and saw fit to send her to gaurd their daughter with no interview, meaning she must have impressed the pants off of them sometime in the past.

Still it helps sometimes.

"That is my secratary, hands off. "

She refers to a lot of people possessively.

"What did you want with my son?"

Tony might just be the third generation she has been a tempoary bodyguard for.

Probably the one with the longest contract, in his faimly.

I decided a thing about Reds fassion. When she's out in public she will be wearing clothing which colour and style is remicent of who she is around. Like, I can't see her carrying clothing with her, so it would make sense of she's almost always wearing other people's. Beyond her tattered oversized reversible sweater she won't get rid of.   And for important people like her principals,she will be wearing their colours. Like around Tony, she wears black pants, red sweater, and a gold broach, as casual, where around Maria (his mom) she wore a lavender sweater and pkatnium white pants.

It's kind of important for blending for her too. If she is wearing her Principals colours, she won't be questioned as much on why she is here. But, she also cares, despite herself.

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And I headcannon that the longer she has the shard, the further she will go when she accidently  telleports out of danger and knocks herself out. This can lead to near -(should have died)-death and wakeing up in a new place, beacuse being uncouncious does not mean safe or patched up from wounds. When She learns to use it intentionly (involving math) and when not in danger( physical, although everyone says that the shard will one day probably drive her crazy, especialy if she keeps useing it to grab groceries and other mundane things), she becomes like a casual apperator in Harry potter. It won't protect her from everything, but it can be good for a saving throw.

She despratly does not want the wrong people to learn about it.

Headcannon two is that Tony who grew up with her in his life, is both kind of corrupted by her in some ways, and better at blending in when he wants to.

She taught him something about minute masks, and how other people behave, so sometimes he doesn't have to be Tony Stark, when he needs to be someone else.

She teaches him exactly what he asks. Which is why at age ten, Tony learned to drive. He's learned her signs, he's learned Martian, he's learned how to paint with a tablet, all beacuse he asked "teach me that".

Principals are some of the few people she meet who are meeting her for the first time too. Bodyguard conditioning may keep her loyal, but frindship keeps her honest. She is a closser friend then should probably be professional, but being a friend means you get in disguise and go crash a party your not invited to, or a movie, or bowling. Sure most people probably don't have observation tests after that, but it's a lot more normal then they usually get. That's how you learn that normal people don't all have hot tubs, and other important disguise tips.

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In another world, Tony Stark is raised by a Bucky Barns breaking his conditioning, constantly on the run from hydra. Red is a kid they occasionly take to the hospitial, and repays in false ID, cover in firefights, sabatoge, and teaching Tony Languages, math, science, and genraly chatting.

In a diffrent one, she is there, but Tonys goal is to rule the world to best protect it, and she will do anything to help him get there. He will be carried to the throne by her, as she cuts down those who try to stop him.

In another world, she is Jasper, and Tony is Hydra 's leader. Yet another has her an Hydra asset, and Bucky his bodyguard.

But Tony thinks the worst worlds, are the ones where  he is alone.  No Red to teach him, or tell him about Hydra. No Bucky to take him around the world, on the run, but happy. Just Him and Obie. Or possibly the female Tony and Obie, who designs better programs then he could dream about. Those Tonys always come off as bitter and lonley.

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Headcannon , Desmond got snaged by Templars when he went to go pick up borderlands 2 he ordered.

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Headcannon, Red deffinatly played videogames and other media from her world with Tony, so they are always referencing things no one else gets, as an in joke.

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Ok let's break this up so tumbler doesn't send it to space or something.

Sorry if you've already seen parts. The AU Red of another world. Perhaps the soulmarks of life-changing people.

I don't know how many marks she has, but her first one, that She meets (and in some Alternate Soul marks the only one) says "don't move" on her neck. That is of course, the robber who robbed the convieance store her cousin works at, beacuse whatever comes of that situation, it will be life-changing.

This wouldn't quite be cannon, beacuse she wouldn't quite say it this way I think.

Strays

Somehow she's picked up a tendency to adopt things. Did it come from her apparent adoption of Aeiden?  Did his niece niece addopt her? Or Aeidens sister? Or did she adopt them into her life with him?

Perhaps its a learned habit from the strange rich people she hangs around with.  She certainly is often an older sister figure to their children. And some orphans. Then possibly a generation or two of zombie appolcyapse survivors. Jacob and Evie.  Countless dogs. A few cats. Her students. And Desmond.

It weirds her out more when the people around her seem to share this habit. Like Conner and their ridiculous amount of dogs. And the hospital she accidentally started. And his second child he adopted.

Her students and their pets, for clearly she has been a bad influence on them.

Not to mention Amanda (who seemed to want to marry Desmond). Or Tony, who had taken to adopting superheroes, and also Desmond for good measure.  Or Thor who is just as bad as Clint Or her at bringing back stray animals. 

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[got-no-skill]

So this was about *checks phone* 15 years ago, and it was an introductory Spanish class for high school students. I can definitively say it was our first unit for reasons we will eventually get to.

The room was set up such that each side of the room had roughly the same number of students. The teacher had us working with the other people on our side of the class for a game called (if memory serves) Grab the Bacon. The way it worked was that each side of the class had been given a full set of vocabulary words divvied up roughly equally between the students on each side, and set a stuffed dog on a chair at the front of the room. The teacher would then say a word in English, and it was up to the students to figure out what the word was in Spanish and figure out if that was one of the words they had been given. The student who had been given the word (or who thought they had been given the word) would then make their way up to the front of the class (usually racing the person on the other team with the word), grab the dog off the chair, and say the word in Spanish. If you got it first and got it right, you got a point for your team; if you didn't, the other team could score, typical sportsball scoring.

As I was a Gifted Kid™️ and Well-behaved™️, I wanted to be a team player, so I took it very seriously. Thus, when the teacher said one of the words I had been assigned ("the bathroom"), I got up to approach the chair. As I did, another student on the other side of the room made to do the same. Said student was a member of the football team (specifically, one of the ones that tackles, I can't remember). I technically made it up to the front first, but this victory was incredibly pyrhhic, because in the process of making for the dog, one or both of us tripped.

I would also like to point out that the chair on which this dog was placed was one of those computer chairs with ceramic seats and metal frames.

And in addition to having the dog, I also wound up with my ankle beneath said computer chair, along with one of the big guys from the football team.

I can't remember how long I was on the ground because it hurt in the sort of way where time dilates and it was sort of all I could focus on. BUT, after I could talk without crying, I raggedly called out, "el baño," to defuse the tension. I think the teacher was the one who suggested I go to the nurse, and it was here where I found I couldn't put weight on it (not an easy thing for someone north of 200 lbs.) She called my dad, who in a very typical broke dad move, insisted it wasn't broken even as my ankle swelled to the size of a grapefruit and I had to crawl on the floor or use crutches to avoid putting weight on or jostling it. My mom's nervous tendencies paid off for once, and she took me to a Medcheck where an X-ray proved her right.

I wound up in a school wheelchair for eight weeks, freaked out a junior Spanish teacher (she tried to apologize to us but we know that sometimes shit happens and did our best to reassure her that everything was cool with us), and got a cast and a fun story to tell years later.

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[wheelin-after-midnight]

31.

1. Who are you?

Vickie.

2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you?

I'm disabled

I have very strong convictions and opinions even if I'm not open or vocal about all of them right off the bat or all of the time

I seem like a shy, sensitive, peacekeeping wallflower, and there are definitely times and ways that I am, but I will always defend my girlfriend and my friends just as fiercely behind their back as I would if they were in the same room. Disrespect or fuck with any of them in front of me and you will see a very, very different person. I can be terrible at standing up for myself, but I absolutely do not play when it comes to my baby or my ride or die friends. I don't think I deserve to have them if I show anything less than that level of loyalty.

3. When you aren't filling out 5,000 question surveys like this one what are you doing?

Sleeping, eating, watching something, playing with Nippy, cleaning, listening to audiobooks, going around the house singing like I'm auditioning for live theatre productions, going on little adventures with Brittany, talking to babe. Idk. Lots of things.

4. List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes you did like and didn't like at the time).

I loved Drama, English, Spanish, French, Sociology, Law. I hated Science and Math.

5. What is your biggest goal for this year?

This year is almost over but next year trying not to let this move ruin me and hoping things turn out a lot better than I feel like they're going to right now.

6. Where do you want to be in 5 years?

Bruh, I'm just trying to make it week by week without losing my mind, okay?

7. What stage of life are you in right now?

The stage where everything feels horrible and suffocating and I can't stop it.

8. Are you more child-like or childish?

Childlike. I've always felt beyond my years, even as a kid. I feel as though childish implies immaturity, and that's not me. I have this childlike quality about me in that a lot of small things make me happy and fascinate me and bring me joy. As cynical and pessimistic as I can get, I hope that's something I always keep; being able to find the small, simple pleasures and remind others of them when they forget. Not letting the world and the ugliness of other people make me completely cold or hard.

9. What is the last thing you said out loud?

"You wanna play? Don't bite. That's not how you ask. You don't do that. No. Go find a toy." - to Nippy when I was busy and she latched onto my hand to try to get my attention.

10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now?

Big White Room - Jessie J and

Stupid Girl - Jennifer Nettles

11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes?

I physically would be unable to and would get nothing out of them.

12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same?

For a long time it stayed the same. I was grateful for the independence and stability. I'd never in my life experienced it for this long on that level. Now it feels like it's about to get worse again and it fills me with a lot of fear and dread that's been hard to shake. Articulating it to others doesn't help. They're very dismissive and just don't get it. I don't really expect them to.

13. Does time really heal all wounds?

Nope. Some wounds are with you forever and just randomly rip open and bleed for the rest of your life, no matter how you try to heal or how much of a handle you think you have on them.

14. How do you handle a rainy day?

There's nothing to really handle. I'm either at home watching it through the window or I go out in it and just deal with it. It's just rain.

15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights?

I've never experienced either, but I'd say losing luggage would definitely be more inconvenient.

16. How is your relationship with your parents?

I've talked about this in other surveys. My relationship with my mother is very difficult. I think that'll bother me forever. My dad moved a good distance away from me and is always driving for his job. Our relationship isn't the same as when he lived closer, but I make a point of trying to call and talk to him every week or two.

Will you miss them when they are gone?

What kind of question is this? No one knows how they will feel while grieving until they personally experience it. Trauma and grief are very complicated things. I will probably grieve for/miss certain aspects of my parents, but also for the relationships I wish I had with each of them. No matter what happens, they were my parents. I didn't pick them, but I'm sure I'll have complicated feelings toward each of them being gone.

17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you?

Yes. Sometimes more aware than I'd like to be.

18. What is the truest thing that you know?

That no one is getting out of here alive, so we should make the days count in the ways that are most important to each of us.

19. What did you want to be when you grew up?

Mother. Theatre actress. Singer. Writer.

20. Have you ever been given a second chance?

Yes.

21. Are you more of a giver or a taker?

Giver.

22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart/mind?

I try to, but I can be pessimistic too.

23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?

Everything post hip reconstructive surgery.

24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you?

Things that went down between my parents as a result of dad's alcoholism, a lot of things that have happened to me with me and my mum, losing Nan and Pa.

25. Who have you hugged today?

Just Nippy.

26. Who has done something today to show they care about you?

I sent Brittany some money as an early Christmas gift and she messaged me saying how it made her tear up at Elijah's appointment at the hospital when she saw the notification because she wasn't expecting it. Told me how much she loves me and how appreciative she was.

27. Do you have a lot to learn?

Sure. We all do.

28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be?

A Walk/become able bodied

B have opportunity/transportation to get back into live/musical theatre, land auditions and consistent gigs

C Pick up guitar again seriously and learn/know how to play well

29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel?

I have a very good memory, so I remember all of these things longer than I wish I did.

30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship?

Good, open communication, looking to come to resolutions, not fighting to win an argument or wound or get one over on the other person

Being able to compromise/give and take

Not going to bed angry

Laughing a lot/being able to have fun together

31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die?

A) wheelchair bungee jumping (it's a thing)

B) Be in a theatre production as an adult outside of the opportunities I had through school

C) travel more

32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing?

A) hurting an animal

B) hurting a child

C) losing my independence and quality of life

33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause?

I feel equally passionate about many, many causes. We'd be here all day if I let myself get into all of them. But anything related to the struggles and needs of the disabled community is a big one, since its something I live every day.

34. What does each decade make you think of:

The 19..

20's: my Nan

30's:

40's: WWII

50's:

60's: JFK, Patsy Cline's death.

70's:

80's: Bangin' music.

90's: My formative years.

2000s: late 2000s will always make me think of babe. We first met in 2007.

2010's: Graduating, Whitney Houston dying.

35. Which decade do you feel the most special connection to and why?

80s, 90s and 2000s, all for different reasons.

36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song?

Ugh. So many. I can't choose just one. I love a lot of 80s Tina Turner, I love ACDC, Lenny Kravitz, we'd be here all day if I list everything, seriously.

37. What country do you live in and who is the leader of that country?

Canada. Current prime minister is Justin Trudeau.

If you could say any sentence to the current leader of your country what would it be?

I would say more than a sentence, but I'd really want to drive home just how much so many disabled people are falling through the cracks and struggling and need help. There isn't much more concern, help or care at a provincial level. I feel like all levels of government could do better.

38. What's your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night?

I usually put on YouTube or Netflix to fall asleep to. Sometimes Disney Plus.

39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why?

I can't really think of any Disney villain I'm most like or even similar to, at the moment.

40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout?

No.

41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat?

Fly.

42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night?

Idk man. I don't feel like googling it.

43. What does your name mean?

Winner, conquerer apparently. My actual given name, anyway.

44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space?

Depths of the ocean.

45. Word association

What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word:

Air:

Pods.

Meat:

Ball.

Different:

Me.

Pink:

Panther.

Deserve:

Love.

White:

Snake.

Elvis:

King.

Magic:

Tricks.

Heart:

Beat.

Clash:

Family.

Pulp:

Fiction.

46. If you could meet any person in the world who is dead who would you want it to be?

If I could meet someone I've met again, then Nan. If someone I've never met, then Whitney Houston, Nelson Mandela and maybe Tina Turner.

47. What if you could meet anyone who is alive?

Mm, there's no one I'd want to meet super badly. Maybe Reba, to say hello again as an adult, since I met her as a kid.

48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday?

Probably not every single day, but there are movies I'll never be completely sick of. Bridges of Madison County, Walk the Line, Selena, The Reader.

49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do?

This sounds awful. Am I supposed to just pee my pants? Wtf? Things to do would be the last thing on my mind if I were stuck in an elevator that long. For someone who has no choice but to use elevators in public places, I really don't like them.

50. Have you ever saved someone's life or had your life saved?

I have had my life saved by doctors more than once. Some days I'm grateful, often I wish they hadn't bothered. I'm not sure if I've personally saved someone else's. I doubt it.

51. Make up a definition for the following silly words...

Fruitgoogle:

A knock off search engine that looks like a piece of fruit.

Ambytime:

Spending time with your friend Amber.

Asscactus:

Another word for my cat when she's being bratty and feisty.

52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands?

Food.

53. What was your favorite toy as a child?

Baby dolls and barbies.

54. How many TV’s are in your house?

One.

55. What is your favorite thing to do outside?

Sit and tan and read, drink, swim, go on road trips/drives.

56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow?

I say wow and admire how pretty the colours are.

57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?

Not that I can recall.

58. Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader?

No. I'm pretty sceptical, but now that my Nan is gone I'd be slightly more open to experiences like this.

59. What is your idea of paradise?

Me and Nippy against the world.

60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like?

I struggle with religion a whole bunch. I'm agnostic/atheist.

61. Do you believe in Hell?

I don't think it's a place you go. I definitely think it exists on earth.

62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't?

Been disabled since I came into the world.

63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done?

I don't feel the need to list kind things I do. I just do them quietly without fuss. I don't like to be up my own ass and I don't need recognition or attention for them. If you do, then you're not doing things for the right reasons.

64. Are you a patient person?

It depends on the circumstances and situations. I can be both incredibly patient and incredibly impatient.

65. What holiday should exist but doesn't?

Aunt's Day.

66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does?

Black Friday.

67. What's the best joke you ever heard?

There's too many for me to be able to pick my brain and choose one right now.

68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been?

First time I went to the Pride parade closest to me, or the one and only time I went four wheeling.

69. Is your hair natural or dyed?

Dyed.

70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front?

I have a lot I keep close to the chest and don't open up to people about or share with them, but I can also be incredibly up front if I want to be or I deeply trust you.

71. What is under your bed right now?

Nothing. My bed sits on the box spring on the floor. It would be too high for me to get in and out having it on the frame.

72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home?

Go home.

73. If you drive do you frequently speed?

I don't drive.

74. What is the world's best song to dance to?

Ugh. There's so many. Lately I've been bopping to coasty girl by Shane walker.

75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone?

Idk, that doesn't happen.

76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers?

Either or.

77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo?

I don't like zoos.

78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic?

100%.

79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off?

Well, yeah.

80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it?

Have/care for an animal.

81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick?

The freedom to needlessly be assholes to each other.

82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole?

Ugh. I hate the cold and my body doesn't handle it well, so I have to choose equator.

83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television?

Definitely tv. I'm never giving up music a day in my life.

84. What do you think makes someone a hero?

How they move through the world treating/helping other living things.

85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in?

Arthur, maybe.

86. Name one thing that turns your stomach:

Elder abuse! Abuse generally, but big fuck you if you hurt vulnerable people depending on you for end of life care. Boils my blood.

87. What was the last thing you paid for?

I paid rent early.

88. Are you a coupon clipper?

Not really.

89. Get anything good in the mail recently?

No.

90. Which would you rather take as a gym class...dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling?

Bowling, out of those options.

91. In Star Trek people 'beam' back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person's memories. So...

Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends?

No.

92. What insects are you afraid of?

Roaches. Fuck roaches! 🤢🤮

93. If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say?

"If you're gonna stare, I'm gonna make it worth your while."

Or

"Disabled and fabulous" with the wheelchair/disabled symbol all glittery and shit.

94. What's the most eccentric thing you have ever worn?

Idk. I have a lot of leggings with fun prints and patterns and things on them. Maybe those.

95. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be?

Pizza!

Pasta!

Mint Oreos!

96. What are your parents interested in?

Not me, that's for sure, lmao.

Dad really loves what he does. Mum likes being to herself more than she doesn't. In her shop. With her dog.

97. Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet?

No.

Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal?

No.

98. What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans?

Plans.

99. When do you feel your life energy the strongest?

When I'm feeling confident, happy, safe. When I'm able to be independent.

100. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring?

I mean, given my physical situation I'd die completely alone in the woods but I'll give an answer anyway

1. Tent

2. Fire starter

3. Another human who can also bring 3 items of their choosing.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕫

she was born thirty-five years ago, is a human and lives in acacia heights as a lawyer. she looks an awful lot like ana de armas.

"they say looks can kill and I might try, I don't dress for women, i don't dress for men lately I've been dressing for revenge."

Where does one start with Valentina's story? Born to a Cuban doctor and a Spanish actress, Valentina learnt pretty quickly that there was a lot expected of her and that image was everything. There was no time of a childhood because by age five she was acting more mature than anyone else in her class and there was good reason for that. There was no way the Martinez's were going to have their daughter ruin their good image, everything about her had to be prim and proper and all emotions gatekept meaning that if there was a tantrum on coming to do it in private or not at all. It would explain a lot about her in her later life.

It was tough navigating her younger and teenage years, wanting to sneak out to parties and bathe in the youth that everyone else was, but that was not even close to being allowed with strict curfews and security cameras around the property, she was expected to study and get straight a's, no wiggle room for anything else. Even her relationships suffered which is why eventually she didn't even bother because nothing was going to even come close to satisfying her parents. Though she did get those A's and graduated with flying colours though it didn't really last too long considering she was up and off to college for several years after that.

The downfall of all of that meant that Valentina had turned into a woman of no emotions in her later years, sure she had a Bachelor of Law, but at what cost? A complete inability to feel empathy? To not have the ability to be vulnerable with someone because of her past? Valentina has excelled in her career, it's why she has what she has now, her wealth and fortunes but in the depths of her cold and dark heart there was more darkness; loneliness, the desire to connect with something or someone that would make her feel for anything other than what her vibrator can give her in the deep hours of the night.

Though she wouldn't ever express that to anyone, no Valentina Martinez was a woman of appearances, making sure that her best red bottom heel was front and forward at all costs, making a living off of turning heads and fighting for her place as a female in court rooms, and she did. Her reputation leading to whispers once hearing who they were up against, but that didn't mean it was easy for her to accomplish. If anything her entire life Valentina has had to fight for something, her freedom, her emotions, who she was as a person it made sense why she became a lawyer but even though that's a ongoing battle in some areas it's still not going to prevent her from the woman she wants to become.  

“what power did she attain when settling in greywood?”

The power of allure; Valentina carries herself in a way that she wants people to look at her, she wants that attention and whether they fall for her or not doesn't matter; they looked, they desired even if it was quickly forgotten after. She's the human affect of a perfume that will linger even a little after interacting.

penned by... harls