#except for suni bc she knows All

[bookinit02]

in honor of me finishing up the final touches on episode 2 today, here’s a sneak peek at the script moodboard!

(and the playlist)

ok good night!!🥳

[bryce--newhouse-blog]

♡ . ˚ ◝ chris pratt, thirty-two, cismale, he/him ↷ in level ten, apartment 1205 you’ll find bryce newhouse. he has been living in wisteria apartments as a publisher/volunteer firefighter for a year. during that time they have earned the reputation of the icarian. it makes sense you know, they can be loyal + supportive but let’s not forget they’re pretty hot-headed + closed off. crackling flames, cracked book spines, filled passport books .× kay. 25. she/her/hers. est. ×

more about him below the cut & if you like this i’m gonna message you to plot unless you hit me up first bc yes. also SAVE yourself and just go with the summary and the personality because i wrote a NOVEL i’m sorry! 

Summary:

Rebellious, Brooklyn-born, rich kid who finally turned his life around when he got a dose of reality. Heir of the Newhouse family (famous for publishing among other things), he attended NYU to study finance while he found his home with the FDNY. He was getting his life together, succeeding in school and his internships, working part time with the family company and volunteering with the fire house. On a call one night, he met the girl he believed he’d spend the rest of his life with, she was the victim of a drunk driving accident and once they cut her free he couldn’t forget about her. He started visiting her in the hospital every day, helped her through rehab, they were really great together in his eyes. Six years later, he planned a trip to Paris to propose. She broke down in tears while he was on one knee and admitted to a multi-year affair with one of his FDNY brothers. Livid, he hopped on the first plane to the first state he spotted on the departures list and ended up in downtown LA about a year ago. In the year he’s been out in the golden coast, he’s taken his family’s publishing company to new realms and has opened another publishing house out on the west coast. Though he manages the west coast office full time, he still volunteers with the fire company as well. 

Biography:

The next generation of Newhouse’s began with Bryce’s birth.. A supposed autumn baby, arriving in the dead heat of summer as a surprise to his parents - Adam and Olivia, was a tell-tale sign of what the eldest Newhouse son would be for the rest of his life. Though the Newhouse name was well known, their publishing company presence expansive across the world, Bryce’s parents made sure him and his younger brother and sister did not grow up with the typical nanny experience in their Brooklyn brownstone house. Olivia kept her hands busy with her children, but also helped her husband manage his role and stake in the family business with ease. Adam made sure to leave his work exactly where it was meant to be left when he came home to his wife and children at night, refusing to mix family time with work. It had allowed the Newhouse children to grow up in a supportive environment with parents that paid attention to them.

Bryce, being the oldest, often found himself testing the boundaries of what his parents would allow. From his toddler years, all the way up until his young adulthood, he tested to see how far he could get with his actions before his parents swooped in to stop him. What started out as touching things he wasn’t supposed to, slowly creeped up to worse and worse incidents, and the fear about the family’s business set in as Bryce grew older. His parents shipped him off to boarding school once he hit fourteen – an action he had never seen coming from his childhood and the support his parents had always given him. In turn, he acted out, finding himself in and out of a new boarding school every year of his high school career. When high school graduation rolled around, he knew his time testing the limits of his parents was over. His father, disappointed sat him down and gave him two options: he could either go to college and earn his spot in the company, or he could get out and live life on his own. The dose of reality set into the rebellious young adult, but he refused to give in.

He spent six months on his own, crashing on couches of high school friends, taking on whatever jobs would hire him, but eventually he realized his mistake. Returning home to grovel his case – his parents welcomed him back without hesitation and though he was surprised he remained grateful. He spent two years taking classes at a SUNY, working up his GPA to a 4.0 to off-balance his high school record before he applied to a slew of four year colleges. During his time in his first couple years of college, he began to volunteer more – finding a FDNY. When his acceptance letters rolled in from out of state colleges, his position with the fire department weighed on him and he decided to take a spot at NYU to finish out his finance degree so he could still stay with his department. Bryce had completed turned around from the trouble starting teen – he balanced classes, internships and his time with the fire company with ease. He made time for his family and allowed himself to be the older brother his siblings could look up to. His life was golden, and it only got better when he met the girl of his dreams in the most unlikely way.

An early night fire call had him on route with his engine to a car accident. A call to them for an auto accident meant one of two things: they either had a fire burning because of the accident or they needed the jaws of life. Twenty-three-year-old Bryce had already seen enough auto accidents to know that neither option was good. There were no amber colored flames when the engine rolled up and he could explicitly remember the entire crew taking a deep breath as they examined the scene. It was a drunk driving accident that had taken down four other cars and a tractor trailer. One of the cars had slipped nearly underneath the bottom of the tractor trailer and all the men in the engine were quite sure it would be a recovery mission instead of a rescue one. But, they were informed differently when they filed out, each of them reporting to their specific command while they got their information. Trapped in the car was a nineteen-year-old girl, her friends had been able to escape from the car after the accident, but she was trapped in the driver’s seat, needing their equipment to get her out to even begin to access her injuries. His captain immediately sent Bryce over to try and connect with the victim, and he did exactly that.

He had always had a way of calming people, and once he let go of his rebellious years he was able to fine tune it and she was no different. He kept her calm, chatting about anything and everything he could think of. She was in her second year of college, pursing a BFA in dance from Juilliard and her only concern was whether she’d ever be able to dance again after what she was going through. He held some fear for her, unable to share them with her for fear of making it worse on her, and so he promised her she would. After what felt like hours they finally cut her free, immediately rushing her to the nearest hospital for treatment and Bryce was set on doing what he always did after a call – hoping for the best and avoiding the news for a few days to make sure he didn’t hear if it was the worst news. But, instead he tossed and turned that night, her face popping in and out of his head and he knew as soon as the sun came up he’d have to find out if she was okay.

Bryce found himself at the hospital she had been sent to, pacing back and forth until one of the friends he had made through his involvement with the company would let him in to see her. She was surprised to see him, and the sight of her had nearly done the same to him. Her legs had been injured in the crash, broken in a handful of places and he felt so guilty for assuring her that she would be able to dance again when he had no idea how hurt she was. She seemed hopeful though, resilient with her words and he found that one visit wasn’t enough. Soon it progressed to every week, and then slowly every few days before he found himself there with her every night, the pair of them chatting and laughing over Netflix shows and life in general. When she was finally released and entered rehab, it seemed only fitting that he was there with her and slowly they realized they had become more than either of them imagined they would ever be. Their relationship only grew as she continued to get better and when they could actually go out on their first date after all their time spent together - the rest seemed to be history. She went back to school to finish her BFA while he worked with his family’s company, bringing the publishing company into new light when he signed on new young-adult authors who were pushing the lines with their writing, it was a bold move for the Newhouse company, but it immediately paid off and Bryce was credited with the famed move. His life was nearly perfect when he hit his late twenties. His job was good, his family was wonderful, he had the same woman by his side for six years and he was happy. There wasn’t much else he could ask for except to begin a family of his own, and so he took the steps to do that. Their schedules had gotten hectic and so Bryce booked a vacation for the two of them to spend some time together and so he could also pop the question. A trip to Paris for them to check off their bucket list and coming home as an engaged couple – that was really all he wanted. And yet, when he dropped down to one knee, the diamond ring he had picked especially with her in mind her reaction was to immediately break down in tears. Initially, he thought they were good tears, but eventually a confession spilled from her. She had been having an affair for years – with one of his best friends from the fire company. It was a shock – something he had never expected of her and he walked away from her that night and found himself booking a flight to the first state he spotted on the departures list – California. Personality: Bryce is a mixture of all things when it comes to personality. He can be quiet and reserved, but can also let loose and be the life of a party. He’s incredibly indecisive with everything – it’ll take him hours to figure out what he wants to eat for his next meal and once he’s decided he’s usually likely to change it. He can be a sweetheart and wicked charming, but he can also be hot-headed and has recently developed a temper. Bryce reads situations and people very well – he can often pick up on people’s emotions. He has the ability to be brutally honest and overly opinionated, but also can tone himself down and get to the level of the person he’s speaking too. He’s very careful about who he trusts now, hesitant to really open up to anyone after leaving his trust with someone for so long and it backfiring on him.

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Birds of a Feather

Oh look! They’re finally meeting properly! Well how about that.

 I chose Jayden’s name without considering Jay’s bc by this point I mostly thought of her as Blue oops

 Everyone gets a laugh out of it, it’s fine.

 Oh, and since this is the first instance of a pokemon doing thought speech - I use <> to say they’re just speaking to one person, and {} when they’re speaking to all.

[1] [2] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

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The sudden silence after the wind is almost deafening, but it means I hear something hit the ground. Something that screeches in what sounds like pain. It might be a challenge, but that didn’t... sound threatening enough for that.

I jerk to my feet, glancing for Brith and Pie. “Can you-”

<A male and a bird> Pie closes her eyes. <I do not think they are a threat>

As I stand, the two of them do as well. It’s not that they think I’ll be in danger, but maybe it’s a trainer looking for a battle.

“Hello?” he calls out as I reach the top of the steps, Brith in front of me. “Can you – oh!”

Gar’aq dives in from over the sea, screeching a warning.

“Gar’aq!” I yell, following it with a sharp whistle.

He pulls back, circling away.

“Sorry.” I glance at Gar’aq to make sure he’s keeping back.

“It’s alright, he’s just protecting the nest, right?” The man has flight goggles perched on his forehead and his hair is wild with the wind. He’s wearing a quilted jacket and thick, falconer’s gloves, so clearly some kind of bird trainer. Probably not too hard for Ray and Glace, then. Or Gar’aq, if he feels like listening.

He looks familiar. Like an ‘I’ve-seen-you-a-couple-times-before' sort of... totally can’t remember.

“Have we met?” He studies my pokemon. “I... feel like I recognise them.”

“Maybe?” I shrug. “Are... you here for a battle?”

“Not unless I absolutely have to.”

I relax my guard. “Nah that’s cool. People don’t normally land here otherwise is all.”

“It was an accident, the wind...” He glances back to the huge bedraggled braviary behind him. “We thought we could outrun it.”

"I didn’t think even Suicune could outrun that one.”

He smiles. “We’d say Tornadus was travelling and didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Unovan, then, as if the accent didn’t give him away.

“Where are we?”

“North of Fiore,” I reply. “No man’s land.”

“It’s yours, then?” He smiles. “Do I have to pay a toll?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” I snort and wave my team away. They’d gathered, apparently expecting our usual activity.

He smiles. “I don’t suppose you have somewhere I can stay for a while? At least until Sayri – my braviary – is rested enough to continue.”

“Sure.” I beckon him to follow me back down the steps. “They aren’t too slippy.”

Vulp raced up and down them often enough to dry off any rain that did fall on them.

“Oh!”

“What?” I twist to look up at him, worried he might have fallen.

He’s staring down at my ship. “That’s where I’ve seen you before. Castelia.”

“Uhhhh.” I shrug and enter the cave.

Soise darts back from the fire, taking up residence in the shadows near the back.

“You were taking a shipment of... bugs? Burgh was coming off your ship.”

“Oh! Oh, right. Yeah, the larvesta.” I don’t say that I remember him as a potential threat to Sesser. That would be rude. “Sorry.”

“It’s been a while.” He shrugs easily.

We fall silent as he settles by the fire.

Brith sits in the entrance of the cave, Pie beside her.

<Manners, Blue>

I try not to jump as Pie nudges my thoughts. “Do you want anything to drink? I... might have tea or coffee lying around. Diluting juice and hot chocolate and water is a definite though.”

He tilts his head, considering that. “Just some water, if that’s alright.”

“Perfectly." I grab a cup on my way to the cold cellar at the back of the cave. “Anything for your bird?”

“Nothing at the moment,” he replies. “She'll find what she needs up in the trees.”

I nod, crouching down as the ceiling dips, to where the spring runs clear.

“Do you... live here?”

“Sort of?” I offer him the cup as I come back. “The ship, that’s my real home. I come here to clear my head.”

“And attack any trainers that come crashing in.” He smiles over the cup, taking a drink.

I shrug. “As it goes.”

“So, if you’re being hunted down because you’re that good a trainer... I might know your name?”

Pie snorts.

I throw a glare her way. “Jay. The NightGale. Occasionally Blue.”

He crooks a smile, letting out a small huffing laugh. “I’m Jayden.”

Pie snorts again, and I can hear Soise cackling. Even Brith is hiding a smile, looking out to the sea.

“I’m sorry, my pokemon are terrible.” I’d throw something at them, but I don’t have anything close to hand.

“It’s quite the coincidence.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “If you’re going to start laughing, I can still throw you off the cliff.” It’s not like we could help our names.

“And Sayri is in no fit state to catch me,” he replies. “So I won’t.”

“Thanks.”

Soise’s still laughing, but at least she’s quieter now.

I feel like there should be conversation. What the heck do we talk about. Like... what can I-

<Where was he going, Blue> Pie prompts. <Must I do everything for you?>

I blink. “Where were you running?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Before the wind dropped you. What was your heading?” Most people aren’t running, I remind myself. They just have places to get to, not things to get away from.

“Oh - Sinnoh.” He smiles now, understanding that. It’s not his crooked smile, but a more genuine one.

I think I prefer the crooked one.

I shake my head to get rid of that thought (it’s unnecessary and I don’t like it) and chance upon a new one. “If you’d like to rest your bird some more, I can give you a lift that way.”

“Are you sure?” He blinks.

I snort. “I don’t exactly have a plan for where I go.”

“That’s mighty kind of you.”

I shrug. “There’s space enough, and Brith’s all-star-snark gets tiring sometimes.”

“Well, if you can’t keep up.” Brith grins.

Jayden doesn’t quite startle at that, but I think he’s surprised. Not many people meet talking pokémon.

“So yeah, if you reckon you can keep with that,” I say, shooting Brith an amused look, “Then you’re good to come with us.”

“I don’t want to... cut your time short here?”

I tilt my head, make a decision. “Nah, we’re good.” I stand, rolling my shoulders. “I’m almost out of like... pastry or something.”

“Pastry.” Jayden stands, too, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“It’s important.” I clap my hands against my legs to brush them off.

Brith gets to her feet, going to call the pack.

“Which port is best for you?”

He shrugs. “Suny... shore?”

I nod. “That’ll work. Good tourist port.”

“Oh, I’m looking for birds, for different flying types. I study them, to help my sister expand her fighting style and team, introduce new pokemon to the roster."

"Your sister trains flying types as well?" Talk about keeping it in the family.

"She's the gym leader."

I close my eyes to run through them. "Skyla. Mistralton."

"That was..."

"You're Unovan, I've barrelled through them all." I shrug. "I don't remember you in the gym, though."

<Oh, you would have remembered him?>

I throw a handful of pocket rubbish at Pie. Scraps of paper, a pen. Ticket stubs.

Jayden raises his eyebrows. "I'm... not a trainer. Not like that, anyway. I research, I don't... battle."

"That's fair." I let out a sigh. Definitely not going to be challenged by this one, then. I couldn't always tell. Some of them liked a bit of a chat first, as if I might let slip some big battling secret that they could then use against me.

Morons.

"But you do, right? That's what you were expecting?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Do people... really look you out for battles?"

"Yeah, I'm like... like Red. Except Blue."

"You should make a club."

"Soise's been telling her that, too." Brith appears in the entrance of the cave.

He jumps as Brith speaks again.

"I've never met the guy, but when I do," I say, grinning. "Is that everyone alert?"

Brith nods, the pack slipping past her and down the steps. "The wind isn't quite in the right quarter, but we can just about set. The tide's on the turn, though, so we'll want to make it quick."

I nod. "Thanks. If you want to get your pokemon and meet us on the deck...?" I gesture for him to head out first. "Pie, I assume-"

<I will stay here> She inclines her head. <And if anyone comes calling, I'll tell them you're out>

"Thanks." I swing my small pack onto my shoulder.

Jayden ducks out and heads up.

I punch Brith in the shoulder as I pass her

"I didn't say anything."

"Continue that way," I reply, as Sesser lands on my shoulder. "It's unnecessary."

"Words are irrelevant," Brith says, which is... sort of an agreement.

The ship is tugging at her headrope already, the sails unfurled but flapping loose against the masts.

Sharranth bursts from the sea and glides alongside the ship for half its length before disappearing under again.

"How can I pay you for this?" Jayden's caught up more quickly than I'd expected.

I jump, but cover it (I think) in the swell of the ship under us. "It's fine. Uh - fourth cabin down. Is free, I think?"

"I'll show you," Brith says, gesturing for him to follow.

"You'll cast off," I tell her. "They're not hard to find."

"No - Jay, really, I can't freeload."

I tilt my head, hand on the railing up to the bridge. "Alright. How much Unovan folklore do you know?"

[y0ung-and-l0aded]

1-100, lets hope you dont take forever this time, :P

Haha hope this was timely enough for you anon.

1. Last kiss: Lol a while ago. Ummm May I think?

2. Last phone call: Today with my mom

3. Last text message: To Jose “Why was it miserable??” Guess he went to a bar last night and had a terrible time

4. Last song you listened to: “Night Moves” LOL

5. Last time you cried: Like an hour ago

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice: YUP

7. Been cheated on: Yes

8. Self harmed: Yes

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Yes

11. Been drunk and threw up: Only one time but the one time it happened it was baddd haha

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:

12. had sex: Yeah

13. How many people have you had sex with this year? Two

15. Made a new friend: Yes! 

17. Laughed until you cried: Nah I don’t think so I don’t really do that

18. Met someone who changed you: Ummm yeah I guess so

19. Found out who your true friends were: Fuck yes (answer is I have none lol lml)

20. Found out someone was talking about you: Don’t think so but I’m sure it happened

26. What did you do for your last birthday: I used to work at a mall and the mall closed for the first time in a long time bc there was an awful snowstorm so I got to spend my bday snowed inside the house with my parents :)

27. What time did you wake up today: 10:25 am ish

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: DESTINY 2 PC RELEASE LEGGO 

30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time: I think it was yesterday or the day before but I only have one sister and she lives half an hour away so

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Wish I didn’t fuck everything up all the time

32. What are you listening to right now: Family Guy haha

33. When is the last time you had sex: May I think (this was asked already?)

34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now: Ugh

35. Most visited webpage: YouTube

36. Favorite colour: Green

37. Nicknames: Mac Attack, Big Mac, Macaroon, etc.

38. Relationship status: Single and depressed !!!

39. Zodiac sign: Pisces 

40. Male or female: Male

41. Primary school: What? Is this asking where I went to school??? Bc no

42. Secondary School: No

43. High school/college: College was SUNY Potsdam and SUNY Oneonta

44. Eye color: Brown

46. Height: 4′11″

47. Do you have a crush on someone: Crush is an understatement more like hopelessly in love

48. What do you like about yourself: Not much

49. Piercings: My left ear

50. Tattoos: I have 8! 

51. Righty or lefty: Righty

FIRSTS:

53. First piercing: My left ear I think three summers ago?

54. First best friend: Awww nostalgic, this girl Ashley I met in second grade, she was deff my first real best friend

55. First hookup: I’ve never had a hookup haha I’ve only been with people I’ve dated

56. First Bestfriend: This was just asked except this one is written incorrectly

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating: Nothing

60. Drinking: Orange Powerade 

61. I’m about to: Answer question 62

62. Listening to: Family Guy

63. Waiting for: My life to go well

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids?: Okay so like I always wanted to but now I really don’t think I do. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately - like a lot - and I realized that even tho I used to want to I now only want to in order for my parents to have grandchildren. Which is stupid. At this moment I’m not able to be with the person I love, the only person I’d want to have kids with, so no I don’t want kids 

65. Get married? Yes and no, kind of goes along with the question above. When I was younger I really didn’t, and then I met Sara and then I met Meghan and I was like yeah I deff do but now since I’m single it’s clear to me I haven’t met the right person, so no not right now

66. Career: Who fuckin’ knows

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyes: Idc

68. Hugs or kisses: It depends on your mood I guess

69. Shorter or taller: Taller lol

70. Older or younger: Younger

71. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

72. Nice stomach or nice arms: I don’t give two shits

73. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive I guess? Idk I mean being loud at the right times is fun too haha

74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. Kissed a stranger: Nope

77. Drank hard liquor: Yes

78. Lost glasses/contacts: I’ve lost my glasses for like maybe 5 min at the most

79. Had sex: Yeah

80. Broken someone’s heart: Yes

82. Been arrested: No

83. Turned someone down: Yes

84. Cried when someone died: No

85. Fallen for a friend: Yes *sigh*

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself: H A H A N O

87. Miracles: No

88. Love at first sight: No

89. Heaven: No

90. Santa Clause: Well of course

91. Kiss on the first date: Yes

92. Angels: No

93. How would you label yourself? Asian, FTM, nerd, loser, hopeless romantic, terrible person, born into the wrong time

94. Someone You Pray Everyday For: I don’t pray also I don’t like how Every Word In That Question Is Capitalized 

95. Did you sing today: Yeah

96. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About: I’m not answering that

97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: I have no desire to go back in time

98. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish For: I hope for the people I love most to have a good life

99. Are you afraid of falling in love? Kinda 

100. Do you like the way you look? Sometimes I’m like eh I guess I look okay for a 22 year old 4′11″ Asian man who looks like a twelve year old and other times I think I’m super unattractive

There ya go anon. Thank you for asking.