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Home Is Wherever You Are P6

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

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Prompt: When the device fails, you and Adrian go to a friend for help.

Warnings: mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: Sorry I skipped a week! It was a very intense and demanding week. I was actually getting lifeguard certified! Thank you guys for all of your support on this story. Enjoy!

“What the fuck do you mean he left?!” Harcourt yelled. She wanted you back just as badly as everyone else, but as the team leader she had to make the hard choices and she couldn’t afford to lose anyone else because of this mission.

“He’ll get there. He’ll find them and he’ll find a way back.” Economos sounds optimistic for once in his life.

“Since when have you become so optimistic?” She asks.

“I can be surprising!” John huffs.

September 13th, 1994

You wake up to an empty bed. It all must have been some fucked up dream. You had to get Gut and Chris out the door for school. Adrian should already be there. Diane would have driven him into his first day this morning. Your eyes blur with fresh tears about to drop as you rise from bed. Your vision clogged by tears, so you don’t see Adrian’s suit peaking out from under the bed. You trip over one oh his shin guards and hit the floor. You hear footsteps race up the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Adrian busts open the door.

“Yeah I’m fi- what are you wearing?” You look up to find your boyfriend in one of Diane’s old baking aprons.

“My mom’s apron.” He says as if that’s obvious.

“I mean why are you wearing it?” You question, as you start to stand up.

“Why? It’s because it’s floral and lacy and technically for a woman isn’t it? I didn’t think you’d been in the 90’s that long, but-“

“No, you can wear it, but like were you cooking…or…” You trail off.

“Sorry. I just spent too much time with teenage Chris.” He sighs

“He saw you?”

“Yeah and he kept calling me voice message guy. I don’t even know what that means.” He looks at you in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it! You know Chris! Always a dick!” You blush, trying to change the subject.

“He’s more of a dick than I remember. I made him breakfast and I didn’t even get a thank you! He just called me Nancy and left with Gut for school! That’s not even my name!” You pull him into your embrace.

“Baby, he’s calling you gay.”

“Okay? He’s not wrong. I am queer. I don’t just like girls. He’s queer too. What’s the point in bringing it up at breakfast?” Adrian questions.

“Well, I don’t think he’s fully come to terms with or maybe even realized that yet. He’s still technically living with his dad and it’s the 90’s. Everything is gay in a weird way. I know it sucks, but we have to allow time to breathe and change. We’re the ones out of our time here. We can go beat up homophobes and not mess up the timeline in our own time.” You kiss him. The 90’s are a shock to him since he doesn’t remember them very well. They were a shock to you too, but he’s just been thrown into it. You had over a week to adjust. It’s not pretty. Discrimination never is, but when you know better times are coming, you can’t do anything that could risk your better future. Home isn’t perfect, but it’s a little better than this. Fighting homophobia now would be like traveling back in time to fight segregation or women’s rights. It’s such a big fixed point in time that if you mess with it, you could change everything and you have no guarantee it would be for the better. People always talk about time travel like it’ll be wonderful. They never stop and think about all the awful responsibility that comes with it or how it affects your morality. “And before you get the idea no, you’re not killing his dad.”

“Why not?” Adrian asks.

“Because if you kill him that would affect history too much. We have no idea what that could do to Chris. We may never stop the butterflies or any other major threat in the future because maybe Chris didn’t become a hero or maybe he followed in his dad’s footsteps while mourning. Peacemaker as we know him would probably cease to exist. Do you know how many people he’s saved? They could all be dead. Emilia could be dead. That could start a whole different chain reaction. I wish we could kill Chris’ dad now, but who knows what kind of chaos that would cause to the timeline. We could completely break it.” You remind him.

“You’re right. Let’s just get out of here before we fuck anything else up.” He digs around in his pocket for the time travel grenades.

“Were those just in your pocket?” You ask.

“Yeah. I’m not an idiot (Y/N). I wasn’t gonna let them get lost or stolen.” He hands you one.

“Why does mine have a light on it?” You ask.

“It’s supposed to.” He informs you.

“Then why doesn’t yours have one?” You ask.

“Oh fuck! I thought I heard a crack when I sat on it earlier, but I was really hoping it was just the chair.” Your jaw drops to the floor as he gives you one of his famous Adrian Chase ‘I fucked up’ faces.

“Does that mean we’re stuck here?” You ask. He grabs his suit and starts going through all the pockets.

“It’s gonna be fine because Adebayo gave me a piece of paper with the address for the old ARGUS headquarters. They’re gonna help us which means under no circumstances do we need to freak out.” He reassures you.

“Oh shit! Adrian!”

“What?”

“No, not you. I’m sorry. Well, sort of you, but little you…I have to pick him up from preschool later. He has a half day today. I forgot. If I don’t do it nobody will.” You remind your boyfriend.

“What if we go, figure out a plan, pick up little me and go back later if need be. We need what? A battery? It can’t take that long.” Adrian suggests.

“Okay. You’re right we’ll probably be fine. You agree and head off to the address.

When you arrive there you find a little girl sitting on a bench doing homework. She’s all by herself outside of ARGUS headquarters.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” You ask her.

“I’m homeschooled. My mommy says traveling with her is a better education.” She smiles, kicking her feet, filling in the next math problem.

“So you travel a lot?” You ask her. She nods.

“Where have you been?” Adrian asks her.

“I’ve been all over North America, most of Europe, and a ton of places in South America, but my mommy goes all over the world for work.” She tells you. You get a better look at her homework to see she’s doing math at a level that you assumed she was years away from. She looked like she was doing basic middle school math, but couldn’t be more than 7 or 8.

“Is that math hard?” You asked.

“Not really. It’s kinda boring though.” She shrugs.

“Woah! Looks like we have a little artist in our presence!” Adrian points at a dog she’d drawn in the corner of the page.

“I love dogs and I’m really good at drawing them! One day I’m gonna have so many!” She beams.

“Leota!” You hear her name being called from the doorway of the old ARGUS headquarters.

“You guys seem really nice maybe we can go exploring sometime together!” She says before running off.

Suddenly everything makes sense. Both you and Adrian proceed to laugh.

“Everyday this feels more and more like a fever dream.” You say, walking inside.

As soon as you walk in you start looking for any excuse to be there. Looking at the front desk person only ten steps away you didn’t plan this very well.

“Why did we think coming in here with no plan was a good idea?” Adrian asks you.

“It was your idea!” You remind him.

“You followed it!” He argues.

“It’ll be fine just think think think think think…” Your eyes scan the mailboxes in the entry way until you see one you recognize. No fucking way.

You pull Adrian up to the front desk.

“Who are you here to see?” They ask.

“We’re here to see John Economos.” You smile.

“And who should I say is here?” They ask.

“Some old friends and colleagues.”

The front desk person gives you a key card which will only let you take the elevator to John’s floor and gives you instructions on how to get there. When you arrive he isn’t ecstatic to see you, but that’s fair. He doesn’t even know you yet.

“You’re not my mom bringing my lunch.” He groans. John may only be 27, but his attitude is still the same.

“No, we’re not, but we need your help.” You start.

“Why should I help you?” He asks.

“Why shouldn’t you help us?” Adrian retorts.

“There are literally so many reasons. I’m not losing my job over this.”

“Trust me. You won’t.” Adrian laughs loudly over a joke that would go over John’s head.

“We have to tell him the truth.” You tell Adrian.

“What truth? I don’t even know you people.” John says.

“I thought you said nobody can know…”

“Well we kinda have to tell him about the time travel device in order for him to be able to fix it.” You remind him.

“So let me get this straight. You two nutcases think you’re time travelers?” John laughs.

“I can prove it! We’re friends and you have to believe me because I know you have an 11th Street Kids tattoo on your arm that you got at a Hanoi Rocks concert in Finland when you were 14!” You tell him.

“That’s not the most difficult thing to find out about me. It’s literally written on my skin.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well here’s a picture of us in the van and here’s a picture of you feeding Eagly. I actually took that one while you weren’t looking because you get annoyed when I say you like him. Here’s a pic-“

“That’s enough, Adrian!” You push his hands down, hiding his phone from John’s view.

“You’re the one who said we could tell him!” Adrian says, getting frustrated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him learning too much about the future.”

“So what? I’m supposed to believe you because you just because you taught yourself the new Adobe Photoshop 3.0 to get ahead on your job resume? And then stuck it on what?…a digital frame?” John is annoyingly skeltical, but it is still his first year at ARGUS. He hasn’t seen everything his older self has yet. You sigh.

“Catch.” You toss him the broken device. “If you can fix this and send us home I promise we’ll be out of your hair for the next 28 years.”

“So who’s the idiot who broke it” Economos asks, looking it over.

“It’s not broken broken though, right? Can’t you just like recharge it?” You ask.

“Dude the power source is crushed. What did you do; sit on it?” John questions.

“…No” Adrian lies, poorly concealed behind an exaggerated expression.

“Can you fix it?” You’re hopeful.

“No, I can’t fix it. What do I look like? George Jetson? This is some weird power source that I’m pretty sure doesn’t even exist yet.” John says in his classic pessimistic tone. Good to think some things never change.

“Well then how do you know it’s the power source?” Adrian challenges him.

“There’s an on/off button” John says, bluntly.

“We’re never getting home…” You sigh. Adrian picks up your hand as a gentle reminder everything would be okay. It was something you two often did when he saw you becoming a bit anxious and you needed something to anchor yourself. At least you had him back.

“Well I might not be able to fix it, but I could probably amplify the field of one device to be able to take two people, but it would take a little bit of time.”

“How long is a little bit? I have to pick up the kid I nanny from preschool.” You ask Economos, concerned about Adrian’s younger self.

“Oh no! You can’t just dip on me. I’m not putting my job at any further risk for a 3 year old.”

“Well that 3 year old grows up to be 30 and meets you and then proceeds saves your life more than once, so I’d rethink that. Without that 3 year old most of us would probably be dead.” You defend Adrian.

Your adult boyfriend proudly smiles and waves at your younger friend.

“Gross! You’re nannying your fucking boyfriend?!” Economos is appalled.

“I didn’t have a lot of choices, okay!” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, tell that to Freud!” Economos laughs at his own joke.

“We’re not going back in time again. We’re trying to go forward in time.” Adrian missed John’s joke, but to be fair his tone has apparently never in his life been easy to read.

“He’s using a figure of speech, babe.” You smile, squeezing his hand. “I have to go pick up his younger self at preschool. Are you gonna help us or not?” You ask.

“Come back by tonight and I should have this all figured out. Let’s just hope for everyone’s sake, my theory works.”

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HOW SOON IS NOW, matt sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ i love the smiths !! this idea honestly randomly came to my head a while back and i wanted to write it so let’s ignore how short it is 😬😬

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matt swears he does not remember how loving an individual feels anymore, a grave part inside of him lacking the ability to do as such ever since he lost her. cracks of grief litter his heart and he wants desperately to remove the trash, to store it away until he never has to see it again but it seems as though each article he wishes to rid himself of is stubborn and refuses to leave. 

so this is how he remains, stuck with this awful reminder of all he once had and how he no longer has it, how the one person he loved without even trying to has slipped between his very fingertips and he’s certain his grip is never going to be tight enough again. even through his melancholy though, he’s selfish but most importantly he’s human so he wants to be loved once more, just like everybody else. 

he suffers an internal battle, his heart and head barring the weaponry and armour but truth be told, he’s ever so tired. he doesn’t want to fight anymore; he is a soldier who craves surrender, craves to hold up the white flag and seek comfort from a feeling that circles his head everyday yet no matter how hard he tries, the swords clash against his will. he dares to say he’s going about things in the wrong way but how can he be when he truly just wants to be loved, to be cherished?

he would do absolutely anything to hear the soft sound of her comforting voice again, even if it meant turning back time over and over. without her, he’s the son and the heir of a shyness that is so criminally vulgar. he can’t escape the timidity, every corner he turns seems to trap him in this confinement of what he’s aware will never be his reality; more so a sick dreamland. that and the fact that he’s the heir of nothing in particular because he’s lost what made him, well, him. 

he has tried practically everything to get back into his routine, to become human again but the strings of his heart are continuously strumming a song that doesn’t want to let go of the past. the melody is mocking him, travelling through his head and the course of his body until he feels like he’s drowning in it. he needs to breathe so badly but he’s suffocating, suffocating with the desire to just be held one last time. 

he’s even been to this stupid fucking club he heard about, one that promised he’d find love but his search ended as soon as it started because when it came down to it, none of them were her. and so, instead of walking around and conversing, he stood alone and he left exactly the same way, alone. he vividly remembers the drive home despite being drunk off his sombreness. he distinctly remembers trying his utmost hardest to hold the tears back but giving in the moment he stepped through his front door.

it’s nothing short of exhausting, pretending it’s going to happen now, moving on that is. he feels like he’s waited forever and now he’s positive he has lost all hope, lost himself to the way he has lost her. 

he keeps trying to tell himself that just maybe he is going about it in the wrong way but no, he just needs to shut his mouth because he is just human and needs to be loved, just like everybody else. he wishes she was still around to love him and to be loved by him. he wants to be with her more than anything in the world, sobs to the thought of joining her someday, maybe even now. how soon is now? 

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Another Contestant Chapter 1-1: Not So Happy Campers (Part 1)

Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Heather (Total Drama)/Original Character(s)

Characters: Heather (Total Drama), Gwen (Total Drama), Original Non-Binary Character, Owen (Total Drama), Bridgette (Total Drama), Geoff (Total Drama), Duncan (Total Drama), Devon "DJ" Joseph, Courtney (Total Drama), Ezekiel (Total Drama), Sadie (Total Drama), Katie (Total Drama), Eva (Total Drama), Noah (Total Drama), Justin (Total Drama), Tyler (Total Drama), Trent (Total Drama), Izzy (Total Drama), Cody Anderson, Harold McGrady V, Lindsay (Total Drama), Beth (Total Drama), Leshawna (Total Drama), Alejandro Burromuerto, Sierra (Total Drama), Chris McLean, Mildred "Blaineley" Stacey Andrews O'Halloran

Additional Tags: Total Drama: Island, Total Drama: Action, Total Drama World Tour, Nonbinary Character, POV Original Character, Slow Build, Slow To Update, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Romance, Crush at First Sight, Teen Crush, Canon Lesbian Character, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Original Character-centric, Developing Relationship, Minor Alejandro Burromuerto/Heather

Summary:

I'm Carmen, and I signed up for this show as a last-minute decision a few minutes before the time ran out to sign up. I signed up for Total Drama because I wanted to get away from my life. My parents don't understand me, and they constantly mis-gender me. I'm non-binary, but they keep using she/her when referring to me and deadnaming me. I know they love me, but I just need a break from it all. Maybe I'll make some new friends, or meet someone special.

Carmen is AFAB non-binary and uses they/them pronouns.

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

I wake up the next day around 9, and Jasper is still on my lap. I skipped dinner last night, so I'm hungry. My dad usually leaves for work early in the morning, so I have only a small chance of seeing him today. I just hope that Mom is still alright with me going on the show. I head downstairs and into the kitchen, seeing freshly-made waffles on two plates on the table, my favorite. My mom is pouring some more batter into the waffle-maker, her back to me as I sit down.

I start stuffing my face with waffles, and my mom speaks up, "You were pretty rude to your father last night. He only wants what's best for you, you know."

I finish chewing, then swallow, trying not to choke.

I respond, "I know he loves me, but it doesn't feel like it when he denies who I am."

My mom sighs, then sits down at the table across from me.

She says, "I know. I still don't understand it myself. I mean, why don't you want to be a girl? It just doesn't make sense to me."

I couldn't think of anything I could say that I hadn't already, so I stayed quiet. After eating, my mom takes our plates and puts them in the sink to clean later.

She turns around and hugs me, then says, "I love you, honey, even if I dont understand you. Now, let's get going if you want to make it on time for your show."

I smile back and grab my suitcase from my room. It had a few pairs of clothes, some binders, a swimsuit, a towel, and a few books for downtime. I give Jasper a big hug and a treat, and then Mom and I leave out the back door toward the garage. It takes 2 hours to get to Georgia Bay. My mom drops me off, and I walk toward the docks, seeing a bunch of other teenagers my age.

They all have different fashion styles, and no one seems to be talking to each other. I wonder if they're all contestants for the show. Probably. I just sit down on the bench and read one of my books to pass the time. A boat finally arrives, but the dock is only small enough for two people at most, so the driver takes us one at a time. I go up after a nerdy girl with braces.

As the boat takes me to our destination, I look around to see a small, remote island with a few small buildings on it. It looks more like a summer camp than a hotel like the ads said. I'm a little ticked about the lie, so as I walk along the deck with my suitcase toward the host, Chris McLean, my lips are pursed in annoyance. I see the nerdy girl on the deck behind him, and she has a huge smile on her face.

Chris introduces me to the camera, "Carmen. How are you doing?"

He holds a hand out to me, and his smug smile was irritating me.

I decline his handshake, walking past him toward the nerdy girl, saying, "I was expecting a hotel, so not great. And I'm not huge on handshakes, either."

I set my luggage down, and the nerdy girl greets me, "Hi, I'm Beth! I love your outfit!"

I finally smile a little awkwardly and say, "Uh, thanks. I like yours too. It's very... campy." Her smile falters a little, and I scratch the back of my neck as I add, "Not in a bad way, though. Sorry, I'm not great at giving compliments."

Her smile gets bigger again, and we both turn back toward the other end of the dock as we hear the boat return with another contestant. The next contestant is a guy taller than me, wearing a green t-shirt with the letter D on it.

Chris announces his name as DJ, and DJ responds, "Yo, Chris McLean, how's it going? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

Chris does finger guns at him, responding, "Yo, dawg. This is it, Camp Wawanakwa."

DJ takes a look around after dropping off his suitcases on the small but growing pile, muttering, "Hmph. Looked a lot different on the application form."

I say, "I know, right? Like, what the heck!"

He puts a hand out for a handshake, and I politely decline. He shrugs, and soon, someone else arrives. The girl looked like a goth, a scowl on her face.

Chris says, "Hey, Gwen."

Gwen exclaims, "You mean we're staying here?"

Chris responds, "No, you're staying here. My crib is an airstream with AC that-a-way."

Gwen growls as she says, "I did not sign up for this."

Chis holds up a thick stack of paper, presumably her contract.

He says, "Actually, you did."

Gwen rips the thick contract with ease, throwing the pieces of paper into the lake.

Chris has a smug smile on his face as he holds up a second copy, saying, "The good thing about lawyers is that they make lots of copies."

Gwen growls again, saying, "I am not staying here."

Chris simply points behind her at the leaving boat, saying, "Cool. I hope you can swim though, because your ride just left."

Gwen grumbles under her breath as another contestant arrives, a party guy wearing an open pink shirt and a green cowboy hat. It's an odd combination, but who am I to judge?

The party guy jumps off the boat onto the dock, exclaiming, "Chris McLean! 'Sup, man! It's an honor to meet you, man!"

Chris responds with the same amount of energy, "The Geoff-ster. Welcome to the island, man."

Geoff says, "Thanks, man!"

Gwen mutters, "If they say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke."

I giggle, finally making her smile a little as Geoff and Chris high-five. Another contestant. This one looks like the dumb, pretty blonde stereotype.

Chris says, "Everybody, this is Lindsay." He puts a hand to one side of his mouth as he says to the camera, "Not too shabby."

I grimace a bit at that. He's gotta be at least 10 years older than her! Gross.

Lindsay enthusiastically says to Chris, "Hiiii! Okay, you look so familiar."

Chris says, dumbfounded, "I'm Chris McLean." Lindsay still looks confused, so he clarifies, "The host of this show."

It finally clicks for Lindsay as she exclaims, "Oh, so that's where I know you from!"

Chris, still dumbfounded, said, "Uh, yeah."

The next contestant is introduced as Heather as she takes her sunglasses off her face, a glare on her face directed toward Chris.

Beth runs over to her, hugging her and accidentally spitting on her as she says, "Hi, looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!"

Heather looks disgusted, so I introduce myself next, "My name's Carmen. This whole camp thing sucks, yeah?"

Heather looks me up and down until she puts her sunglasses back on, a smile on her face as she responds, "Yeah. They can't really expect us to stay here, can they?"

I chuckle in response, then another contestant arrives, rock music playing from the boat. The teen in the boat looked like a typical bad boy.

Chris says, "Duncan, dude."

Duncan grabs Chris by the front of his shirt, lifting him up off of the ground as he says, "I don't like surprises."

Chris seems unaffected, saying, "Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man. He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you return to juvie."

Duncan scoffs, releasing Chris and walking over to the rest of us. He looks me up and down with hungry eyes, unlike Heather earlier.

He says, "Okay then. Meet you at the campfire, gorgeous."

I grimace, saying, "Drop dead. Not interested."

He only looked more interested, walking closer before Gwen stepped between us, shielding me and glaring at him. He shrugs, staying where he is.

Heather says, "I'm calling my parents, you cannot make me stay here."

Chris holds up her contract, just as thick as Gwen's.

She walks up to rip it up, but I hold her back, saying, "It's not worth it. He has way too many copies."

She groans, then walks back with me to the crowd of contestants, both of us away from Duncan. The next contestant looks like a typical jock, and I see him water-skiing behind the boat. As Chris introduces him as Tyler, the boat stops, lauching him into the pile of luggage. A suitcase flies into the water, splashing Heather and drenching her.

She shivers, saying, "Ugh, my shoes!"

I pick up the now wet suitcase, recognizing it as mine. I groan, lifting it up and setting it back by the pile so it can dry. Hopefully, my books aren't too waterlogged. Chris congratulates Tyler on his wipeout, making him give a barely visible thumbs up from under the pile of suitcases. DJ, Geoff, and I help him out, making sure not to knock any more suitcases into the water.

We finally popped him free, and I stumbled backward from the force. I suddenly hear raspy breathing right by my ear, making me jump backward. I see a ginger nerd holding a suitcase and a folded up electric keyboard under his arm and breathing heavily, likely from asthma.

He stares into nothing as Chris says, "Welcome to camp, Harold."

He continues staring at nothing, and Beth whispers, "What's he looking at?"

I shrug, moving out of his line of sight.

Harold finally says, "So you mean this show is at a yucky summer camp and not on some big stage or something?"

Chris smugly smiles, making finger guns at him as he says, "You got it!"

Harold blinks before exclaiming, "Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills."

He walks over to us, and I avoid standing near him, ending up back by Heather. Harold smells weird, like he hasn't ever used deodorant in his life. Chris shudders from Harold's response, and then introduces the next contestant, Trent.

Trent says, "Hey, good to meet you, man. Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work, man."

Chris fist-bumps him, exclaiming, "Hey, thanks, man. I knew I rocked that show!"

Beth jumps in, "I saw that! One of the guys dropped his partner on her head, so they got immunity that week."

Harold says, "Lucky! I hope I get dropped on my head." 

Lindsay agrees with him, and Heather and I glance at each other with 'are they for real?' looks as she's hunched over the edge of the dock, trying to squeeze the remaining water out of her hair. I blush as I think, 'she looks pretty with her long hair'.

I fight the blush away and whisper to her, "Are we sure they didn't already?"

Heather chuckles a little as she finally gets the last of the water out, but her sandles are still soaked, making squishing sounds as she stands straight up again. Trent walks over to the crowd of contestants, standing next to Gwen. She blushes, then tries to hide it when he looks at her. The next person arrives, a blonde girl with a surfboard.

She asks, "Hey, what's up?"

Chris introduces her, "Our surf chick, Bridgette."

Duncan scoffs, saying, "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, honey."

Bridgette looks disappointed as she looks at the lake, responding, "I thought we were going to be on the beach."

Chris says, "All right, that makes- Ow!"

He's interrupted by Bridgette accidentally hitting him in the head with her surfboard. Chris exclaims his pain as Bridgette introduces herself to the guys. She ends up turning around a few times as she introduces herself to more people, almost hitting more people.

Heather groans, saying, "Okay, we've met Surfer Girl. Can we get on with the show, please?"

Duncan says, "Someone missed their cappuccino macchiato this morning."

Heather crosses her arms, responding, "Get bent."

The next camper arrives and is introduced as Noah.

He annoyedly states, "You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"

Chris shrugs, responding, "I'm sure someone did."

Noah rolls his eyes, saying, "Good. Is this where we're staying?"

Duncan immediately tries to intimidate him, saying, "No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party."

Noah doesn't look intimidated in the slightest, saying, "Cute. Nice piercings, original. Do them yourself?"

Duncan had piercings on his left eyebrow, left nostril, and two high up on both of his ears.

Duncan grabs Noah's lower lip, saying, "Yeah. You want one?"

Noah still looks unimpressed as he responds, "Uh, no thanks. Can I have my lip back? Thanks."

Duncan releases him, annoyed that his intimidation didn't work.

The next contestant introduces herself, exclaiming, "What's up, y'all. Leshawna's in the house!" Harold gasps, a starstruck look in his eyes as Leshawna greets Chris, "Yo, baby. How you doing? How's it going?" She and Chris high-five as she addresses the rest of us, "Feel free to quit now. Save yourself the trouble 'cause I came to win!" She walks up to DJ, high-fiving him as she says, "Oh, what's up, my brother? Give me some sugar, baby!"

Harold walks up to her, exclaiming, "I've never seen a girl like you before."

Leshawna looked a bit offended, asking, "Excuse me?"

Harold added, "You're real big... and loud."

Leshawna got really mad at that, screaming, "What did you say to me?! Oh, no you didn't! You have not seen anything yet! I'll show you big, baby!"

Harold tries to defend himself with dumb TV karate poses as DJ, Bridgette and I try to hold her back.

She continues screaming, "Oh yeah, you want some of this?! Well, come on then!"

Chris exclaims, "Alright. Campers, settle down!"

It took a few minutes, but Leshawna finally calmed down, with Harold at the other side of the crowd, out of her view. The next two campers arrive together, wearing matching outfits. They both look strikingly different, though, with one of them short, curvy, and lighter skinned, and the other tall, skinny, and darker skinned. Chris introduces the shorter one as Sadie, and the taller one as Katie. I'm probably going to have a hard time remembering which one's which.

Katie exclaims, "Oh my gosh. Sadie, look, it's a summer camp!"

Sadie squealed, responding, "Okay, I always wanted to go to a summer camp!"

Heather and I look at each other with looks of disbelief as the girls grab their bags and run happily across the dock. Even Chris looks unsure. The next contestant looks... questionable to say the least.

Chris says, "Ezekiel! What's up, man?"

Ezekiel looks at the sky for a minute, saying, "Uh, I think I see a bird."

Trent laughs, and Chris puts a hand on Ezekiel's shoulder, saying, "Okay, look, dude. I know you don't get out much. Been homeschooled your whole life by freaky Prairie people. Just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay?"

Ezekiel nods, responding, "Yes, sir."

I say, "That's just... yikes."

Chris introduces the next camper, "Cody, the Cod-ster, the Cod-meister!"

They high-five, and Cody exclaims, "Dude, psyched to be here, man!"

The girls and I are one one side of the group, with guys on the other side.

Cody adds, "I saw the ladies have already arrived. Alright!"

I notice that I was included in that and cross my arms, rolling my eyes at being misgendered again. Not that it's anything new. If it happens again, I'm not gonna hold back.

Cody was going to flirt with Leshawna, but she puts a finger to his lips to silence him, saying, "Save it, short stuff."

He shrugs, walking over to the other guys. I hear deep, angry breaths introducing the next contestant.

Chris says, "Eva. Nice, glad you could make it."

She doesn't say anything, just walking between the guys and girls, dropping her bag on Cody's foot.

He yelps, exclaiming, "Ow! What's in there, dumbbells?"

She responds, "Yes."

It looks like she has a permanent scowl.

Even Duncan recoils away from Eva, saying to Cody, "She's all yours, man."

Cody shakes his head, hiding away from Eva.

The next contestant yells out a loud, long, "Wooooohooooo!"

He slides off of the boat, and I see how large he is. Not to be rude, but I can barely see his legs under his stomach.

He exclaims, "Chris! What's happenin'?! Hahaha, this is awesome!"

He sure has a lot of energy for such a big guy.

His loud voice makes me grimace from the volume, especially as Chris yells back, "Owen! Welcome!"

Owen scoops Chris into a hug, squishing him as he exclaims, "Awesome to be here, man! Man, this is so..."

Gwen responds sarcastically, "Awesome?"

Owen responds, "Yes, awesome! Woohoo! Are you going to be on my team?"

Gwen puts on a fake smile, sarcastically saying, "I sure hope so."

Owen 'woohoo's again until Chris asks, "You about finished?"

Owen apologizes, "Sorry, dude. I'm just so psyched!"

Chris has a fake smile on his face, saying, "Cool. And here come Courtney."

The next contestant, Courtney, thanks him, walking over to the rest of us.

She says, "Hi, you must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all!"

She looks like a teacher's pet.

Owen enthusiastically shakes her hand, exclaiming, "How's it goin'? I'm Owen!"

She responds, "Nice to meet you... ohhhh, wow."

She trails off as the next contestant arrives. All the girls swoon over him, but I don't get it. Even Owen seems to like him. I can tell that he's a conventionally attractive man, but I'm just not attracted to guys. Never have been. Chris introduces him as Justin, and they do a fist-bump.

Justin thanks him, and Chris says, "Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on looks."

Justin responds, "I can deal with that."

Owen exclaims, "I like your pants." Justin thanks him, and he continues, "'Cause they look like they're all worn out. Hahaha, did you buy them like that?"

Justin gives him an odd look as he responds, "Uh, no. Just had them for a while."

Owen smacks his forehead at his blunder. The next contestant arrives, a ginger girl with a green dress.

Chris introduces her as Izzy, and she exclaims, "Hi, Chris! Hi! Whoa!"

She trips off of the handrail of the boat, hitting her head on dock and landing in the water.

The guys laugh, and Courtney runs over to help her up, exclaiming, "Guys, she could be seriously hurt!"

Once Izzy is on the dock, she shakes her hair like a dog, quickly saying, "That felt so... good! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? This is so cool! Do you have paper maché? Are we having lunch soon?"

At her last question, Owen exclaims, "That is a good call!"

Chris says, "First things first, we need a group photo for the promos. Everyone to the end of the dock."

We all walk as a group to the other end of the dock, posing for a photo.

Chris hops onto the now empty boat, and seems to be having trouble getting the camera to work, and Leshawna rolls her eyes, saying through her teeth in the posed smile, "Come on, man! My face is starting to freeze."

Chris finally says, "Got it. Okay, everyone say 'Wawanakwa'!"

Just as we say it, the dock collapses on our side, drenching all of us, but luckily, the luggage survived.

Chris laughs from the boat, saying, "Okay, guys. Dry off and meet at the campfire in ten."

I swim to the beach, Heather not far from me. We both head to the campfire together with our suitcases. Once we're at the campfire, Heather and I sit next to each other, looking through our suitcases. My things luckily stayed dry after my suitcase fell in the water earlier.

Heather shivers as she groans, saying, "Ugh, of course."

I ask her, "What's wrong?"

She crosses her arms, saying, "I forgot my towel."

I grab mine from my suitcase, letting her use it first. I only brought the one towel, but it'll let both of us get dry enough. After ten minutes, Chris and the cameramen arrive at the campfire pit.

He announces, "This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!"

Duncan points to Heather, asking Chris, "Excuse me, what will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like a bunk under her."

She groans, asking, "They're not co-ed, are they?"

Chris responds, "No. Girls get one side of the cabin and dudes get the other."

I perk up at that, asking, "Where would I go? I'm not a girl or boy?"

The other contestants look at me weirdly, but I was expecting that.

Chris calmly responds, "I already thought of that. You'll be banking with the girls of your team since you were born a girl."

I shrug, but at least it's out there now. I'd rather be in the girl's cabin anyway. Guys always annoy the crap out of me.

Lindsay is the only contestant unaffected by what I said, and she asked, "Excuse me, Kyle. Can I have a cabin with a lake view since I'm the prettiest?"

Chris responds, "Okay, you are, but that's not really how it works here. And it's Chris."

Katie and Sadie hug each other tightly, with Katie saying, "I have to live with Sadie or I'll die.

Sadie continued, "And I'll break out in hives. It's true."

Gwen put a hand to her forehead, groaning, "This cannot be happening."

At least the tension from my 'reveal' is gone.

Owen stopped Gwen and Tyler into a huge hug, saying, "Aw, come on guys! It'll be fun. It's like a big sleepover!"

Tyler points to Duncan as he says to Gwen, "At least you don't have to sleep next to him."

I look over at Duncan, and he's giving a deer a rather aggressive nookie.

Chris announces, "Here's the deal. We're gonna spilt you into two teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there." He points to one side of the fire pit, then continues, "Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Carmen, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as the Screaming Gophers!"

He unravels a flag, revealing our team logo.

Owen exclaims, "Yeah! I'm a Gooher! Woooo!"

Katie worriedly asks, "Wait! What about Sadie?"

Chris ignores her, pointing to the other side of the fire pit.

He says, "The rest of you over here. Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, and Harold. Move, move, move!"

Sadie and Katie hug each other tighter than before, and Sadie exclaims, "But Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gohper!"

Courtney walks over to her, separating the crying girls as they reach for each other.

Chris is unaffected as he unravels the other flag, saying, "You guys will officially be known as the Killer Bass! Alright campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition." He points to a single outhouse, saying, "There's a confession can over there. You will be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest. Go ahead and try it out."

A few other people use it, but I don't really have anything I want to say yet.

After everyone is back at the campfire pit and accounted for, Chris says, "Alright, any questions? Cool. Let's find your cabins. Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west."

We all grab our luggage, separating into our respective areas. I just pick the nearest top bunk and grab my blanket and pillow that I packed, leaving my suitcase propped up on the floor next to the bunk.

Heather puts her things on the bunk under me, asking, "Bunk beds? Isn't that a little summer camp?"

Gwen bumps her in the doorway, saying, "That's the idea, genius."

Heather exclaims, "Shut it, weird goth girl!"

Cody tries flirting with Gwen, and she shoves him out of the girl's side. After a few minutes, Lindsay lets out an earpiercing scream, drawing the attention of the other campers and some are in the doorway to see what's wrong.

Leshawna exclaims, "Man, that white girl can scream!"

Lindsay yells out, "What is it? Kill it, kill it!"

DJ sees a cockroach on the floor, and immediately jumps into a bottom bunk as he screams like a girl.

Gwen groans, saying, "That... was my bed."

A bunch of girls scream and avoid it. I try to squish it under my shoe, but it's unharmed even though I stepped on it. Duncan suddenly appears in the doorway, brandishing an axe. I see him just quick enough to dodge and not lose my foot.

Gwen says, "Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach."

I exclaim, "What the heck, Duncan?! You could've sliced through my foot!"

He props the axe over his shoulder, nonchalantly saying, "But I didn't, did I?"

I groan, crossing my arms, grabbing a book and leaving the cabin. Chris told us earlier to head to the main lodge once we were done packing, but I could finish unpacking later. That guy was really creasing me. I'm alone in the cabin reading for probably twenty minutes, giving me time to calm down.

Once everyone else arrives, the chef yells, "Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now!"

I place a bookmark in my book to save my place, and line up. I was here before anyone else, so I was able to be first in line. The chef served what looked like some kind of sloppy joe, but it was off. I don't know how to explain it. When I took a bite, it didn't taste like any sloppy joe I've ever had. It was pretty bad, but I was able to swallow my bite without immediately gagging. Heather sat down next to me after she got her food, and picked at it with her fork.

I overhead Gwen say, "Okay, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved."

Chef took a meat tenderizer, hitting the sloppy joe so hard it was splattered all over. Gwen had a shocked look on her face and sat down.

After a few minutes, Chris walked in, saying, "Welcome to the main lodge!"

Geoff asked, "Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?"

Chef threw a cleaver at him, just barely missing him as it landed in the wall just above Geoff's head.

Geoff exclaimed, "Whoa! It's cool, G! Brown slop is cool, right guys?"

The rest of his team nods in agreement, terrified.

Chris says, "Your first challenge begins in one hour. Eat, get changed into swimsuits, and meet me at the top of the mountain."

Katie scaredly asks, "What do you think they'll make us do?"

DJ tries to calm her down, saying, "It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?"

I pipe up, "Well, it's a reality show. They don't usually hold back."

I seemed to have done a bad job calming anyone down, and they all looked at me with scared looks.

I try to clarify, "I mean, it'll probably still be the easiest challenge since it's the first one."

That seemed to help a bit, but there were still some scared faces. After lunch, we all got changed into swimsuits, making our way up the tallest mountain. Luckily, I remembered to bring a swimsuit with a binder inside, so I felt a bit more confident. I haven't worn a swimsuit for a few years.

Once we were all at the top of the mountain, Chris announced, "Your first task is to jump off this 1,000 ft. high cliff into the lake."

I turn to DJ with my arms crossed, saying, " 'It's our first challenge. How hard can it be'?"

He gulped, backing up from the cliff. This was not going to be fun.

[skullivancrossbones]

still im burning by lakeshoredrive on ao3 is my favorite vigilmaker fic, maybe even favorite fic ever. i love it so much. idk how this individual crafted an entire second season with multiple plot points and even plants and payoffs. i wouldnt be surprised if it was a leak it feels so plausible.,, i read the entire thing in a day and could think about nothing else until i finished it!

[uselessslipperinthecorner]

Guys I’m actually freaking okay so I read this Adrian chase fic where the reader and Flag were old friends and he survived and Adrian was pining over reader and on the way back to HQ he had a panic attack and ran into the woods and THE FIC GOT DELETED ON AO3 DOES ANYONE HAVE IT IM BEGGING

[alittleflowerchild]

No seriously. CALLEN WITH ANNA?! Really?! Obviously they had a memory lapse and forgot the absolute SNARK and CYNICISM that made Callen so great in the first place. Introduce her to any season before like eight and he wouldn't have given her a second glance.

The devil works hard but fanfiction authors working with absolutely garbage characterization work harder

[dcemberchallenge]

🌟 DCember Day 29 🌟

General Prompt: Movement Themed Prompt: Peacemaker

[sadbbybel]

two chapters in one week? gasp, who is she??

[multifandomfanficss]

Home Is Wherever You Are P4

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: It’s your last day alone with Adrian before he starts preschool so you try to make the most of it.

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia, internalized homophobia

A/N: Sorry we’re a day late! My schedule was a little busier than usual yesterday. I also posted this on my ao3 adriansglasses. Hope you guys enjoy!

You race towards Adrian in the parking lot of the old video store turned headquarters.

“Where are you going?! Can you please just talk to me for a second?!” You call after him.

“If you’re just gonna call me a stupid, reckless, liability then I don’t wanna hear it.” He says, continuing to walk. He was clearly just spitting out words he’d heard Murn or Harcourt say about him. You grab his hand, halting him from walking any further away from you.

“You could have died!” You tell him.

“So what?! It would have been for the greater good anyway!” He turns to look at you. “Everybody knows I’m the most expendable!” He tells you as if he thinks he’s speaking in cold hard facts.

“No, you’re not! You shouldn’t have pushed me out of the way.” You argue with him.

“You’re more important than me! You can live without me, but I can’t live without you. That’s just a fact, (Y/N). That’s how it is with everyone in my life.”

“You idiot.” You say, as you pull him into your first kiss.

September 12th, 1994

Today was the last weekday you’d be alone with Adrian before he started preschool, so you wanted it to be special. You held his hand as you walked into Henelotter Video to let him pick out a movie or two. All he wanted to do was have a guys’ night with Gut and Chris. He looked up to them so much. The plan was to get pizza and rent a movie or two. Your mission was to pick an age appropriate movie for Adrian that wouldn’t bore Gut and Chris. Luckily that wasn’t a problem when Adrian picked up the original Star Wars. He was going through a huge hyperfixation with Space lately. You smiled.

“I think that’s a great choice, buddy. Have you ever seen it?” You ask smiling.

“No, Dor has a picture on his wall!” Adrian told you. You thought back and remembered he was right. Gut did have a Star Wars poster on his wall. You also knew Chris was fond of the series in his adulthood and would often crack jokes about it, despite saying he’s not a nerd.

“Star Wars it is then.” You smiled.

“Rey, can we play on the games?” Adrian asked, pointing towards two arcade games by the checkout.

“You wanna play on the games?! You wanna on the games?!” You say as you lift him up, shaking him, pretending to drop him and holding him upside down as he giggled. He loved it when you did this. You’d found that out the first night you were here. You start to tickle him before setting him down on the stool in front of the arcade game. You placed a coin in the machine and let him play.

While he played, you wrote as many notes as you could. His future self had to find one of them in their future headquarters. Before you left you stuck them under floorboards, behind toilets, in ceiling beams, next to light fixtures, anything you thought might be permanent and you’d put two on the couple rare pieces of furniture you knew were still in the building, just some shelves and chairs. You wrote not to open them until the date you left your own timeline on the envelope and then you brought younger Adrian home.

On your way home you had an idea to keep him busy for the day, so you stopped at your local comic book store. You walked him all the way to the back where you were happy to see the Dungeons and Dragons section was still where it is in the future. It was smaller, but still there. They even had a children’s beginner’s guide that was simplified for younger players. Everything was perfect. You collected the cheapest option of all the materials you’d need and even had a little of your allowance leftover to let Adrian pick out a miniature. Before you’d left your own timeline, your Adrian had been trying to teach you how to play. Maybe if you taught his younger self how, you’d be better at it when you got back to your Adrian. You looked down and Adrian was missing. You panicked for a second before turning to see Adrian staring at the comic books with his chosen miniature in hand. He looked in awe at the heroes on all the covers.

“They’re really cool, aren’t they?” You smile.

“Yeah.” He whispers in awe, deep in thought.

“Well you are just as smart and just as cool and just as brave and just as strong as them.” You smile, pulling him into your arms and heading to check out. “And you can fly too!” You say as you move his body through the air to checkout. He giggles until you place him on the ground to pay for your stuff. Then you head home for real this time.

You taught Adrian how to play DND long into the afternoon. He seemed to be really interested in it, but this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. This is Adrian after all. Even after Gut and Chris came home, you kept playing. They were busy in Gut’s room listening to music anyway. You could hear Kiss coming from under the door. You didn’t get up from your game of DND until you heard the doorbell ring. You opened the door to meet the pizza man. You gladly paid him and got your pizza.

“Gut, Chris! Pizza’s here!” You yelled upstairs. “Ready for the movie, kid?” You asked Adrian. He smiled, giving you a nod. “You go grab the VHS tape from my bag and I’ll go get the boys, okay?”

“Okay!” Adrian yelled, running towards the front door where your bag was hanging.

You made your way upstairs to find Gut alone in his room. “Where’s Chris?” You ask.

“He’s in the bathroom.” He barley looks up from his gameboy.

“It’s time for dinner. Can you go help you brother? I’m pretty sure I can hear him digging in the cupboard, trying to reach for the paper plates, but we both know how clumsy he is.” You give him a sympathetic look, silently pleading. He sighed putting down his game of Zelda.

“Fine.” He said getting up and heading downstairs.

“Thank you!” You thank Gut before walking towards the bathroom.

You were just going to knock on the door, but you didn’t realize it was already cracked. When you accidentally pushed it open you came face to face with Chris. He was covered in Diane’s makeup. You both froze.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Chris started.

“Really? Because it looks to me like you’re wearing eyeliner and you’re about to put on lipstick…” You try to hold back a smile. You knew he talked a big game, but at heart was just a kid.

“I was just trying to make my face look like Kiss! Please don’t tell my dad! He’ll think I’m gay!” He begs, mortified.

“Putting on makeup doesn’t make you gay…and even if you were gay…” You sigh. “The world won’t always be this fucked up. I promise. We’ve made tons of progress…even if it doesn’t feel like it in Evergreen, Washington.”

“I’m not gay!” He stands his ground, still scared.

“I’m not saying you’re gay.” You say calmly, giving him the patients he’s never really been given before.

“I like girls!” He says adamantly.

“I know… I’m just saying… IF you liked girls AND guys…no matter who you like… it’s okay.” You smile at him. Thirteen is a confusing age on its own. When you’re Christopher Smith, only living son of the White Dragon…it’s a lot worse. You watched him avoid your gaze, staring at himself in the mirror. “Dinner’s here. Meet me downstairs soon or else Gut and Adrian will eat it all.” You smile.

“Save me some and I’ll be down in a minute?” He asks, his voice trembling.

“Of course.” You smile, closing the door and heading down the stairs. You pause on the stairs to take a deep breath. You have no idea if what you’re doing is for better or worse anymore. On one hand you could be helping Chris, but on the other you could just be putting him in more danger with his dad. When you get to the bottom of the stairs you sit down, trying to compose yourself. With your eyes closed, you can hear two little feet running towards you.

“Hey, bro!” Adrian yells, crashing into you, climbing you like a tree to get into your lap.

“Hey to you too, bro.” You try to give him a smile.

“Bro, hurry up! I wanna start the movie!” Gut walks over and calls up the stairs. You don’t even have to ask where Adrian learned that.

“Can you help me with pizzuh?” Adrian asks.

“Yes, I can help you with your pizza.” You smile. “Gut, let’s just go eat. Chris is gonna be a minute.”

“He’s taking forever.” Gut whines.

“I know, but just give him a minute. He’s had a long day.”

“He was ranting about his dad again. He’s a fucking dick. Sometimes I wanna kill him.” Gut says quietly.

“Yeah! Kill him!” Adrian repeats in agreement. If only anyone was there to understand how funny a 3 year old Adrian Chase advocating to kill August Smith was. You just laughed. Usually you would tell Gut to not use such harsh language around Adrian, but he had already said fuck so many times. You couldn’t undo what happened before you got there, not that you could change anything anyway, and you couldn’t be mad at Gut for feeling this way either.

“I know you’re upset because Chris is your friend and you care about him, but sometimes you just have to let him deal with things in his own way, so he can grow.”

“We’re more of a family to him than that asshole.” Gut says, dropping a piece of pizza on his plate.

“I know and I promise one day he’ll come to terms with that. Right now he’s just not ready.” You give Gut a sympathetic look. You ached for these boys. Gut and Adrian’s dad left and Chris’… well it was no secret nobody wanted him in the picture.

After dinner you settled in the living room to watch Star Wars. Adrian was very adamant on the seat chart. He pulled you all to the seats he decided he wanted you to sit in. When Gut tried to move he objected.

“No! Rey has to sit between you and Chris!” He objected.

“Where are you gonna sit, Adrian?” You asked.

“Oh your lap!” He said this like it was obvious. This was all just his elaborate plan to be able to sit next to all three of you. Chris hadn’t said much since you caught him. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just embarrassed, but you didn’t press further. Gut was probably too tired to argue with his 3 year old brother, not happy about having to return to school tomorrow, and you just wanted the option that made the most people happy so you settled in, letting Adrian cuddle into your arms. You smiled as the movie started, hugging Adrian closer. You were never a huge Star Wars fan before you dated your boyfriend. You hadn’t even actually seen the first movie. You had never watched it without him. Even now he was still there, even if he wasn’t in the form you wanted him to be. You were a little sad, but you knew you’d see your Adrian again someday.

After the movie you tucked little Adrian into bed. You sat on the bed, missing your Adrian deeply. You played his voicemail. You had borrowed an old Walkman from Diane so you didn’t have to keep asking for Chris’ tape recorder.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring takeout home from the restaurant and we could just have a movie night? I just wanted to know if you were feeling chicken parm or meatballs or if you wanted to just scratch dinners and have me bring home a pizza. Just call me back when you get this. I’m really proud of you- uh…not that I’m not always proud of you. I’m like totally proud of you all the time and I’m rambling again and this voicemail is about to be like 10 years long, so uh bye I love you.”

“We did have our movie night… just not how either of us expected…” You whisper, as a tear falls.

You restarted the voicemail again.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring-“ You take off the headphones when you hear a small fist pounding on your door. 3 year old Adrian probably had a nightmare again. You open the door and he rushes into your room.

“Monstor in my cwoset!” He cries.

“There’s no monster in your closet.” You smile, getting at knee level and giving him a hug.

“Monstor!” He insists, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looks really scared. The least you can do is show him nothing’s there and if that doesn’t work, let him sleep in your room. Normally he would sleep with Diane, but she had to go back to the law office after shift at fennel fields to fill out some extra paperwork. It was stupid they were keeping their secretary so late, but she insisted it was a big case.

“Buddy, I promise there’s nothing there, but I’ll go check.” You hold Adrian’s hand, guiding him back to his room. “You sit on the bed and I’ll go check okay?” He let out a whine, sitting on his bed.

“Rey, I’m scawerd.” He cried. He was 3. All 3 year olds are scared of the monster in their closet.

“Adrian, look there’s nothing in-“ You open the closet, stepping backwards letting out a scream. Then Adrian screamed. Then Adrian screamed. You hear footsteps running towards Adrian’s room. You quickly closed the closet door. Adrian was shaking in his bed.

“What the fuck?! Are you okay?!” Gut busted into the room.

“Is somebody in the house?! I’ll fucking kill them!” Judging by what you knew about Chris’ past, he was probably serious. His dad had made him kill for a lot less and the Chase’s felt more like his real family anyway. He’d kill anyone for peace. What about someone trying to hurt his family?

“Everything’s fine!” You assure all three boys.

“Then what are you screaming about?!” Gut asks. You think for a second.

“Uh… I was just really excited! I just remembered the Backstreet Boys are coming out with a new album tomorrow! Can’t wait!” You say the first lie you could think of.

“Who‘s the Backstreet Boys?” Chris and Gut almost ask in unison.

Fuck. That was 96’ not 94’.

“Uh… I can’t believe you don’t know the Backstreet Boys!” Gaslight them. Gaslight the fuck outta these little kids.

“There’s a monstor in my cwoset!” Adrian starts again.

“Sorry. We’re playing a game. Speaking of games you should go finish that video game before your mom gets home and tells you it’s past your bedtime. Remember I’m the cool one, not her.”

“Bro, I can’t believe you still have a bedtime.” Chris laughs as you push the two out of the room. You run back over to the closet.

“You don’t think my mom’s cool?” Adrian asks, his body barley fitting into the closet with his sword on his back. You crush him in a hug and start crying immediately.

“Please tell me this is real. Please tell me this isn’t some fucked up dream.” You cry in his arms.

“It’s not a dream. I’m here. I found you.” He smiles, holding you tightly. You kiss him. His 3 year old self screams.

“Why am I screaming?” Adult Adrian asks.

“I just kissed the monster in the closet.” You laugh.

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Peacemaker is weirdly what I thought of first for day 12: pride so here it is!

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Guys…. I met Freddie!!!! He’s such a sweetheart <3

[janeiscompletelyfine]

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I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA GUYS!!!!

We need Marauders Oscars. For those of you outside of the US who might not watch those it's, like, the pivotal awards for movies and films each year. Everyone famous comes together and there's a bunch of funny hosts and guests who introduce each award and there are a million different specific awards.

(We also have Grammys, Emmys, and Tonys for Music, TV, and Musicals respectively, but the Oscars is similar to what I'm thinking)

(You might know the thing about Will Smith hitting Chris Rock on Live TV (Keep my wife's name out your motherfucking mouth ring any bells?) but that's not at all what I had in mind for our thing..... well hopefully)

The Oscars has all kinds of specific awards (Best Screenplay, Best Supporting Actress, etc., etc.,) and then it has the big ones (Best Motion Picture, Best Actress) and we could have categories similar to that, too. There's a Committee who choses what movies win by watching them all and voting together, and we could do something similar.

Some Ideas of Categories I Had:

Best Fanfiction

Best New Author

Best Hot Takes (lol)

Best Fanart

Best Fanartist Overall

Best Rp'ers

Best Supportive Moot

Best Beta Reader

Best Rant-poster

Best At Showing the Love on Fics

Best Anon Blog

Best Marauders Aesthetics

Best Playlist

Best Playlist Artist

Best Podfic

Best Wolfstar Fanfic

And there are so many more ideas! Around 23 Oscars are awarded each year, but there can be almost 800 Grammys so.... we have options. Idk if this idea makes any sense at all but I got excited about and I wanted to share. Let me know what y'all think and if you'd want to be on the Committee (I mean, we could do polls for the Commitee since fandoms are about everybody being equal, but at the same time the dedication to go through each blog isn't for everyone....). If you have more category ideas or nominations, let me know!

❤️Jane

[punk1nl0v333]

★☆about me☆★

a little bit about me, because why not <3

DISCLAIMER: if you know me IRL…. get outta here (unless ur matthew or ashton)

the name is charlie. pronouns are any i guess. i am genderfluid and bisexual. scenemo? a wee bit goth? I AM A MINOR.

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leo sun, leo moon, taurus rising. august 19th. spiritual and pagan, respect all religions.

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some of my amazing mutuals: @hoe4kai @hearts4golbach @sparky4577 @bornandraisediniowa @teapartyprincess4two

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music ~ HER’s, radiohead, weezer, the smiths, the smashing pumpkins, DOGBRETH, nuclear tourism, meth wax, tv girl, sex drive culdesac, frank ocean, childish gambino, kendrick lamar, the beatles, sufjan stevens, mitski, panic! at the disco, pierce the veil (seen live!), blink-182 (seen live!), highschool, the cure, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, pigeon pit, peach pit, slipknot, korn, system of a down, strawberry alarm clock, michael cera, we the kings, fleetwood mac, avenged sevenfold, anti-flag, teen idles, chief keef, chase atlantic, michael jackson, billy joel, tears for fears, millionares, siouxsie and the banshees, molchat doma, she wants revenge, bauhaus, tokio hotel, and more tbh

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movies ~ call me by your name, dead poets society, la la land, mean girls, princess and the frog, adult world, megamind, the lorax, the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, TASM, ITSV/ATSV, deadpool 1&2, coraline, paranorman, hocus pocus, beetlejuice, boxtrolls, kubo and the two strings, the red turtle, scream, then came you (2018), senseless, SLC punk, tangled, my little pony equestria girls/rainbow rocks/friendship games/legend of everfree, big time movie, ferris bueler’s day off, heathers, bill and ted’s excellent adventure, say anything, the proposal

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tv shows ~ american horror story, community, how i met your mother, big bang theory, school spirits, new girl, rick and morty, brooklyn 99, modern family, AHS. (but i already mentioned that), adventure time, sugar rush (can’t lie it slaps), schitts creek, bojack horseman

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books ~ the perks of being a wallflower, the bell jar, paper towns, the obsession, want to go private?, girl stolen, gone girl, call me by your name, to kill a mockingbird, the tempest, catcher in the rye, around the world in 80 days, percy jackson series

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youtubers ~ danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner, dylan is in trouble, the sturniolo triplets, filmcooper, sam and colby, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, bobbybroccoli, larray, quen blackwell, carrington

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people i will write about ~ evan peters (and his characters), sam golbach, colby brock, carrington bornstein, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, tyler/hansumfella, milo manheim (and his characters), percy jackson (book/logan lerman version), charlie kelmeckis, matt/chris sturniolo, nick sturniolo (strictly platonic), tara yummy, and others if they come up

❝ rules and boundaries ❞

¡ rules and boundaries for my writing and recommendations !

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any creators that have specified boundaries about fanfiction will not be included, and please inform me if they have specified and i’ve written about them, and it will be taken down immediately.

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do not repost my work onto other websites, such as wattpad or ao3. do not “take inspiration” from my work without permission and without tagging me, it is all original unless stated otherwise (permitted inspiration or request will always be tagged). if you want to translate my work, ask for permission first and keep it on tumblr, and credit.

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im not comfortable writing mlm, or trans!fem reader, as an afab person i don’t think i can get the proper perspective and it doesn’t feel like my place to write that. gn!reader and fem!reader are always the table, however

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if a character is underage, i will not write anything but platonic/sibling type fics. the ONLY exception from this rule is tate langdon, considering the murky ghost/age rules.

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I AM A MINOR. i don’t mind adults interacting, but please please do not be creepy.

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i will add onto this if anything comes up and i hope you enjoy my future work :)

love always,

charlie.