#hopefully there’s a good reason why… i guess i’ll just have to wait until the end of the quest though

[ninas-gf]

spoilers for the new desert world quest

i feel so bad for jeht right now… like it’s bad enough that liloupar is being so nasty to her for literally no reason, but no one is really even defending jeht or anything… since liloupar calls the traveler her master and seems to respect them more than the others, you’d think if the traveler told her to cut it out, she would (unless i’m missing something), but for some reason that hasn’t crossed anyone’s mind yet?

i’m still on the first part i think… i hope it gets better later (since i think this is going to be one of those multi-day quests, like golden slumber) but if it’s just this nonsense nonstop the whole way through i’m gonna be so annoyed….

[daisyishedwig]

@cryscendo and @katyobsesses have been making me think about Hevans today, so I'm gonna share my rewrite of the astronomy room scene from Duets. Will I ever finish this full fic? Who knows.

“I love astronomy,” Sam said, staring up at the planets hanging from the ceiling, “something about all that space makes my problems seem kinda small.” 

Kurt rolled his eyes with a smile. 

Sam pointed up at the red styrofoam ball directly above his head. “That one’s venus, planet of love.”

Kurt laughed. “That’s actually Mars, planet of war.”

Sam glanced back up and bit his lip. “Which one are we on?” he said with a teasing glint in his eye.

“Earth,” Kurt said, brows furrowing. “Which I need you to come back to for a minute. What changed your mind about the duet?”

“Honestly,” Sam took a deep breath, “watching you sing. You were so confident and incredible up there. It felt like you truly knew who you were. I guess, if I’m going to be in this club, I need that kind of confidence. And I need to not let others talk me down.”

“Commiting social suicide doesn’t make you confident,” Kurt said.

“Maybe not, but hopefully, spending some time with you will. No matter the consequences.” Sam’s pulse was racing, waiting for Kurt to reject him, not fully understanding why he did not want that to happen.

Kurt pursed his lips. “Maybe,” he said, “convince me a duet with you will be better than what I just did on that stage.”

Sam grinned. “Okay. Let’s start with choreography,” he said, pulling his guitar strap over his head. “The singing will be easy,” he said with a spin, “so I’ll just start playing.” He started strumming gently before looking back to Kurt. “Get behind me.”

Kurt stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“Get behind me.” He jerked his head to the side with a lifted eyebrow. Kurt took a breath and set his bag on one of the tables, moving to position himself behind Sam. “Now grab my hips.” 

“Sam,” Kurt sqwauked. 

“C’mon, I promise it’ll be good.” Kurt cautiously placed a hand on Sam’s waist. “Closer,” Sam instructed. Kurt huffed but did as he was told until his chest was almost to Sam’s back. “And start swaying.” Kurt pressed his free hand to his forehead with a nervous laugh but followed the movement of Sam’s hips. “Now here’s the cool part, give me your hand.” Kurt lifted it slowly and Sam took his hand gently. “Do you know how to play?” 

Kurt shook his head with a soft, “No.”

“Oh it’s easy.” He guided Kurt’s hand into position on the fretboard. “Just put your finger there, yeah just like that.”

Kurt was making a concerted effort to keep his breathing steady. He wasn’t sure when the last time he’d been this close to another boy that hadn’t been visibly uncomfortable about it. Sam was so relaxed and calm, even as he touched Kurt.

Sam started strumming again, and he looked up to meet Kurt’s eye. He smiled at him, and their faces were so close. Electricity thrummed through Kurt as he stared in shock. Slowly, the tune they were playing started to click in his brain and he pulled away.

“This is a love song,” Kurt said, spinning away from him, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Yeah,” Sam said with shrug, “it’s one of my favorites.”

“We can’t sing a love song, Sam,” Kurt said with disbelief. “The other footballers will crucify you.”

“Because so many of the guys on the team will be watching us sing,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! Anyone could look in the choir room and see us. Anyone could walk by right now and see us, and you know what they’ll think.”

“That we’re two artists singing a song?” Sam said.

“That you’re gay, Sam! And people at this school are not that accepting, trust me, I’ve lived through hundreds of locker shoves and slushie facials and being thrown into trashcans. That’s the kind of talk Finn was trying to protect you from. That’s the whole reason I set you free to sing with someone else.”

“And why should I care? Isn’t being in Glee going to get me that kind of treatment anyway? Why does it matter what everyone else thinks about me?”

“You don’t understand,” Kurt pleaded, “yes, everyone else is bullied, but none of them experience the shit I do. They get annoyed and frustrated, but they can all walk away from the club if they want it to stop. But me? I can’t do that. Everyone at this school hates me because of who I am, not what I do. And if they think you’re like me? You will never be able to escape it.”

Sam’s face was drawn tight. 

“I’m sorry, Sam. Thank you for trying, but I can’t let you do this. Just… sing with Quinn or something, it’ll be safer that way.” 

[nomsfaultau]

13) “Give me your hands” and 22) Survivior’s guilt. 

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, and dances over the timeline so good luck. Explanation of AU; tldr. 

“Give me your hands.” The stranger’s voice was gruff and demanding, and Tommy complied at once. It wasn’t that he was intimidated! Sure the random demon he’d summoned was massively tall, extremely strong, and just killed a lot of people, but Tommy was an alpha male! And anyway, the bloke technically saved his life in the barest sense of the word, so he had to be a good guy. Nevermind that Tommy watched people be reduced to smears running down the walls. They were villains. That was what they deserved. Right?

Tommy held a little stiller than he preferred, acutely aware of how easily the boar hero’s fists crunched skulls in. But the enormous hooves were surprisingly gentle as they held Tommy’s hands, prodding in their examination. His hero adjusted his dorky glasses and peered closer, curiously studying the strange crimson color curling around Tommy’s fingers. Blood mixed into the ruby power dancing across Tommy’s palms, indistinguishable. 

The Blade hadn’t been the only one killing the villains. 

“...huh. I’m guessing this red stuff is what summoned me?” 

“I think so? Do you know what it is?” 

His hero grunted. “I was hoping you’d know that.”

“Nah, it only showed up a few minutes before you did.” Tommy studied his own hands just as intensely. With great concentration, he tried to get the swirling scarlet liquid to grow. Then, to disappear. It ignored him, and he frowned, not sure how the power worked. Wait. “WAIT! I have superpowers now?!”

The Blade squinted at the boy. “Uhhhhhh. Suuuuure?” Tommy pumped his fist in the air rather excitedly. He had to admit it was kinda cute even if he wasn’t a kid person. “Probably don’t tell anyone, alright?” he hazarded, suddenly a little worried the twerp was going to get himself nabbed immediately. This kid needed to shift away from Marvel to X-Men fast if he was going to survive.

“Yes! Like a secret identity! So you’re a superhero, right?” Tommy peered up hopefully. The crimson hitched upwards. “Right? Those guys were villains because they tried to murder me. That’s why you killed them, right?” There was almost a note of desperation to the question.

“Um. No.” The Blade pretty much murdered them because he was suddenly teleported into a hostile situation and was immediately attacked. Self-defense, baby. 

The ruby power spiked then, the scent of fear sharpening. But then bull-headed determination flashed in his eyes. “A vigilante then, that makes sense. Like Batman. Hey! And now I can join you and save people too! You can be my sidekick.”

“Wait hold on, no, you’re MY sidekick, not the other way around,” The Blade argued before realizing that meant he inadvertently supported Tommy’s absurd notion. He was a survivor, he didn’t have time to be a savior. If the kid wanted to read any morality into his actions that was their problem. 

“Ok. I’ll train under you until I’m too powerful and surpass you completely, and THEN you’ll be my sidekick.” For some reason, the voices didn’t feel threatened by his open intention to usurp him. Weird. For once in his life The Blade was getting zero intrusive thoughts about brutally murdering the dude he was talking to. It was kinda relaxing actually. 

Tommy held out a fist, and after belated realizing it wasn’t a (very wimpy) attack The Blade completed the fist bump. Tommy beamed at The Blade. “Thanks for saving me.” 

It was…strange. No one had ever thanked him for something like that before. And sure he’d really only incidentally saved the boy through a combination of weird coincidences, otherworldly machinations beyond their comprehension, and the fact something about Tommy’s power literally prevented him from even contemplating attacking him, but The Blade did have to admit it felt pretty nice. 

Nice, but not the reason his tail was wagging. Nope, not at all. That was all post-bloodlust high. Definitely. 

.

“Give me your hands.” Mum smiled as she said it, but it made trepidation build in Tommy’s gut. 

Tommy fixed his smile, rolling his eyes. “Ugh, you’re so clingy. I’m not a kid anymore!” 

“You’re fifteen—”

“Only for a few more weeks! I’m practically an ad-” Deviously, she lunged for his hands and he jerked back sharply. “Don’t,” he yelped a little too desperately. Tommy gulped, trying to swallow his panic. “Don’t do that I have a- have a reputation to maintain Mum, can’t be doing cheesy girly stuff like hand holding haha.” 

“Tommy-” her tone was far, far too serious as he retreated. 

“I’ll get a hold of it eventually, just give me some time. We’re working on it.” Tommy was a little frustrated he hadn’t figured out how to control his powers yet, but all the other guys said it took a while so that was okay. At least it didn’t work on The Blade or Philza. The same couldn’t be said for Wilbur, which was really bad. It just made him bicker with the others, which, while funny, still meant he couldn’t control the Red. Tommy didn’t know what had made it so lethal in the villain encounter, but he needed to find out before he risked getting someone hurt. 

He’d find a way to use it for good, though. One way or another, Tommy was going to be a hero.

“What does your power do?”

Tommy laughed nervously. “Sorry, that’s confidential hero stuff, Mum.” 

Tommy refused to tell her what happened in that room. Her baby boy witnessed -enacted?- a massacre and that wasn’t something that would ever be undone. He went in normal and came out with blood permanently fresh on his hands. All she knew was a haunted look came across him in quiet moments, and she didn’t trust the new ‘friends’ he’d made in the aftermath, and he absolutely refused to touch anyone. 

She reached up carefully to avoid his hands, craning his head down till their foreheads touched. For all that she had to rise to her tiptoes to meet him, Tommy was still her little boy. He’d grown a lot in the last year, and even more so on that dreadful day his powers showed up, but she’d never stop seeing that golden-haired child with his mischievous, gaptoothed smile and dirt staining the knees of his pants. 

“Just talk to me when you’re ready, okay? And if those men try anything I’ll destroy them.” 

Tommy’s laugh was far brighter this time. “Mum! You wouldn’t stand a chance! Besides, The Blade and his friends are nice.” 

Scruffy was the word she would use. She’d vetted them, of course, she wasn’t going to just let her son lose with complete strangers and just trust he came home safe. The Blade was intimidating, but a dork. That Wilbur fellow was just a hopelessly broke musician as far as she could tell, though had a worrisome collection of scars. She respected Philza to some degree though, since he had an ounce of manners. Hopefully, he’d keep the others in line. 

“Tommy. You’re spending hours with homeless people, I have every right to be concerned.” Still, they were the only ones with any idea of how to help Tommy explore the new aspects of his identity. Unfortunately, Tommy’s mother was the supportive type, and was trying to give him room to experiment despite her reservations. 

“You’re always worried though.” 

She pressed a kiss into his forehead. “With a brat like you, I have to be.” He pulled a face, feathers ruffled at the utter indignity of affection. But she let gravity seep into her tone. “I know it scares you. But I know you’ll do the right thing, you’re a good kid at heart. Okay? This isn’t going to change anything.”

.

But it did. 

Tommy had been abducted and locked in a padded room for days now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. He wanted his mum. In Tommy’s books, that was a pathetic thought for a sixteen-year-old to have, but it was true, he wanted to see his parents so bad it hurt. He wanted his friends. Or even not his friends, random people at school, hell even people he didn’t get along with so long as it was a face he recognized. Or even one he didn’t. At this point, Tommy would settle for one of the freaky scientists or soldiers just so there would be someone to talk to. Or, more accurately, shout at and demand answers from. Like, were they villains, where the hell was he, what did they want, why did they kidnap him…

And then someone finally entered the room. Or, more aptly, the guns entered before the squad of soldiers, so Tommy actually found it suddenly easy to continue saying nothing at all. His hands shot up in the air in surrender, scarlet ribbons of liquid dancing around him. 

“Cease the threat display,” a guard barked. 

The power only poured out further. “It doesn’t- I don’t control it, it won’t-” he was ordered to be silent. Tommy had never been good at that, but he managed, biting down questions. Doctors circled like vultures, and he had the strangest premonition shivering down his spine. He felt like a lamb being inspected for imperfections before the slaughter.  

“Give me your hands.” Gloves were dropped into his outstretched palms. Thick, sturdy, and frankly pretty ugly. Tommy had no idea how deeply he’d come to despise them. In fact, Tommy had very little idea of anything, head still caught in the little stories people liked to tell. Lies about powerful heroes rescuing civilians, or good triumphing over evil, or the world caring about people like him. 

“Um. What are the gloves for?”

The guard grinned. “So you can’t fight back.” 

.

The demon was tall and slender with bright white eyes and a literal beam of a smile. He seemed nice. That was the problem, the Foundation always sent Tommy to meet the nice ones so that he could fix that. 

Tommy approached cautiously, carefully weighing threats between the D-Class prisoners behind him and the towering demon ahead. Anomalies were safe at first though, and Tommy knew exactly how to protect himself now. And if he were honest, Tommy didn’t want to get to know the D-Class before their imminent execution. It only made the nightmares worse. 

“Hi!” the demon chirped. “I’m Halo! Wow, I haven’t seen someone new in…” he trailed off uncertainly, a faint furrow of his brow. But he shrugged quickly enough. “A couple years I guess. Sorry, they think I’m boring. No one really pays attention to me anymore. Not violent enough to be interesting I guess. They certainly tried, though.” Tommy caught the flash of horror flickering across glowing eyes. He knew that pressure intimately given how he’d broken beneath it. Still, Tommy perked a little, not expecting the hope. A sour consolation, but neglect had to be far better than cruel attention. Maybe one day he’d be left alone too. 

“I’m…” he swallowed roughly. “I’m the Instigator, I guess. I’m the newest attempt.”  

“Begin threat assessment test,” came a strict voice over a com system.  

At Tommy’s wince, Halo gave him a reassuring smile and a snort. “Don’t worry about that. These muffin-heads have been trying to get me to murder people for years and I’ve yet to break.” Tommy…didn’t have that kind of strength. He didn’t know how Halo had endured it. 

All he knew was that was finally ending today. 

“Instigator, give it your hands,” ordered the overseeing worker. He could feel the eyes of observers for all that he couldn’t see them. 

“Ignore them. What’s your story?” Halo asked. “I haven’t talked to anyone in ages, what’s it like? Are you a recent capture? Do you remember the outside still?” 

Tommy glanced nervously at the observation window. But he was almost just as desperate for conversation. “I’ve been here a few weeks. And. And I miss trees. It’s weird, but I miss how tall they were. Like, because that meant there was space, not these cramped cells and hallways.”

“Yes! And the sky! Oh how I miss the freedom of the sky,” he sighed, dark wings flaring out. 

“Stars,” Tommy added. “Just scattered out, millions of them. And people, everywhere, and you can just talk to them and they’re nice, not like here at all. I just want to m̵̮̙͗u̷̺̦̇̀f̷̟̀̄̈́f̶̯̯̈́̍̀i̸͕̭͎̅̌n̶͔̣̭̏ing talk to someone, you know?”  

“Language,” the demon chided, barbed tail lashing. “But yes. Listen, this is important, did you know a guy called Skep-”

“Give it your hands,” the human demanded. “Or you’ll be wearing gloves the next three days.” 

Tommy went sheet white, rigid to the point of breaking. Halo gave him an odd look, awkward but politely sympathetic if utterly confused. He looked to the observation window. “I’m, erm, guessing that’s some type of punishment?” Tommy nodded, relieved someone understood. But of course Halo would, hadn’t held out for years against the Foundation’s demands? 

It was his kindness that betrayed him. Halo bent to his level, hand outstretched. “Well alright then. Don’t want that happening of course! It’s okay, just do what they say.” He didn’t understand what was about to happen. Tommy did, though. But Tommy had made this choice before. It was easier afterwards, took a little less coercion each time once you’d crossed that threshold. He knew he was selfish, prioritizing himself over other’s lives, but once you made that choice you made it again, and again, and again. 

He swallowed the lump of guilt in his throat. “I’m sorry,” Tommy shoved it out fast like that was any type of salvation. Tentatively, he reached for Halo’s talons, grasping firmly. 

The executor shook hands with his weapon. Crimson seeped from their joined grasp. 

Halo’s friendly smile dropped. This close, Tommy could make out the sharp fangs hidden amidst white glow. The demon stalked past to the chained prisoners, sharp words ringing out. Condemnation hissed out, giving way to shouts, to anger, to violence. 

Tommy was told that the D-Class deserved it. Death row inmates, the vilest of humanity. Tommy’s arms wrapped around himself, frenzied scarlet curling around, spreading, exacerbating. Halo’s snarls gurgled through thick viscera, visceral ripping noises rending the humans apart. The Foundation said they deserved it, just like they said Tommy deserved to wear gloves when he disobeyed or get hit whenever he wouldn’t stop talking, begging, screaming. He kept his back carefully to the unfolding slaughter, eyes squeezed shut. Pretending he couldn’t hear the ragged howls of agony. 

Pretending he couldn’t hear the way Halo started to sob the moment the bloodlust faded.

.

The air was dusty as Tommy climbed into the abandoned hayloft, clambering over to where Tubbo perched. His nose wrinkled, still unused to all the various smells of the outside world. It was still startling how much world was in the world, overwhelming at times but exhilarating always. 

Tommy scooted over to sit as close to Tubbo as he dared, distance carefully calculated to keep them safe. His legs swung back and forth over the edge of the loft, his friends scattered below, happy and free. 

Tubbo waved at him, looking excited. There was a strange intentionality to the gesture, exaggerated. But Tommy couldn’t blame them for that. He wasn’t a stranger to pretending everything was normal. The escape was…rough, to put it mildly, let alone the horrors of the Foundation. It felt nice to laugh even if it was a tad forced at times. But it made the next one easier, so it had to be worth it. 

“Give us your hands.” 

Red spasmed along his arms. Tommy leaned away, unpleasant memories flickering in his head. Given the fact that Tubbo was unique (a word which here means ‘made out of hundreds of thousands of bees’), Red didn’t work traditionally. Mostly, it resulted in pure self-destruction. Tommy shuddered to remember the way Tubbos’ skin tore apart as frenzied insects slaughtered themselves. Not something he was in a hurry to repeat. 

“No, it’ll explode your hands,” Tommy said, not knowing that was exactly what Tubbo wanted. 

They gave him a sweet smile, half crooked. “It’ll be fine, Tommy. We won’t get Red’d, we just want to compare our hands. Our grandpa always said big hands meant you were going to grow up to be tall, kinda like puppy paws.”

Tommy scoffed. “Well I already know I’m going to be massive, and anyway it’s not worth the risk.” 

“We’ll be careful. But if you think ours are that much bigger, that’s fair. You still only have kid hands after all~”

“No! I’m basically an adult! Just…hold still, I guess…” Tommy approached cautiously, still conflicted but splaying ruby fingers out to match their own hand. The fingers shook a little from the tension poured through them, little curls of Red unfurling off the back of his hand like sprouts poking through topsoil. Tubbo slipped their own close, lining up the newly finished digits to match the angle of his. Tommy’s fingers were longer than their own, stockier, his palms broader. They hovered closer and closer, shrinking the gap. “Hah! See! I told you. Um, that’s close enough, I think.”

“We can see from a bunch more angles than you can, Tommy. We’ll know if it's too close.” He flashed a nervous smile, but trusted Tubbo. Still, it felt wrong to tempt himself like this. It took just about everything he had to not lace their fingers together and pull his best friend into a tight hug. Just…hold Tubbo, feel the buzzing warmth of life and the purr of bees working within their hollow body. 

A quiet cage around his heart forbade him from ever reaching out. Tommy couldn’t touch almost anyone in the entire world. It felt near suffocating at times to yearn for something regardless of how disastrous Tommy knew the consequences would be. 

It didn’t occur to Tommy that some people welcomed disaster. 

Tommy’s fingers curled in slightly, unconsciously wanting to close around Tubbos’. Closer, closer, till they were almost touching…

.

“I’ve done some really, really awful things, Phil.” But it didn’t stop Philza’s arm from wrapping around his back and drawing Tommy in. If he were honest, he didn’t want it to. Tommy melted into the embrace for all that he didn’t deserve it. 

“I know,” Philza murmured, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “That doesn’t mean you’re evil. The world isn’t heroes and villains, Tommy.” 

“Okay then I’m a bad guy.” Philza rolled his eyes. “I mean with a power like this what else could I be? I’m a baddie. A wrongun. A ‘malignant, misbegotton ne’re-do-well of a knave’–” Tommy sang, rattling off the old man insults Philza sometimes fell into when he got angry and forgot what century it was. 

“Stop deflecting and give me your hands,” Philza interjected. Tommy griped at him for being rude, but relented easily. Philza cupped Tommy’s hands in his own, reverent almost. 

“If you’re going to try to say there isn’t really blood on my hands don’t even m̷͙̞̈͋ư̵͍̬̒��ͅf̶̡͉̽f̶͇̬͌í̵̻͇̺n̵̛̛̠ing try it. We both know that’s a lie.” Red spasmed, tendrils looping around Philza’s talons. 

“But your hands aren’t evil. They are simply hands. Red is the exact same. Power doesn’t possess its own morality, that’s up to the weilder. Your power isn’t evil, and neither are-”

“For you, maybe. Anyone else and it’s just brainwashing bloodlust.” He’d been stupid for ever thinking he could save anyone. 

“You can have precautions without having terror.”

“I can’t control it. I’ve tried so, so hard, and I just can’t. All it’s done is ruin my life.”

“The Foundation did that, not the Red, and most certainly not you. Surviving doesn’t make you evil.” Philza lifted Tommy’s hand, brushing a kiss against his knuckles. “I hope one day you can find love for every part of yourself.”

[athena-xox]

Hi! I've been wanting to send asks for a while but couldn't think of a good question until recently.

I have three questions (or perhaps I should say headers).

One: How's your rewrite progressing? At what stages is cannon altered? Are there going to be concepts/characters ignored entirely?

Two: I've seen your (humorous) plea for long/multi chapter eah fics what are some of the favorite's you've read already? Any chance you have an idea of your own outside the rewrite? long or short (chances are yes, for literally anyone in this fandom but it bears asking).

Three: What fairytale(s) would you

A: Like to repeat

B: Could functionally thwart if you had to live through it.

C: Die in, or flee the land to avoid at all cost's.

Omg love the questions. I will admit I’m a bit to brain dead to fully comprehend all the questions so if I answer I different question that what you intended feel free to correct me.

With that being said, the first chapter of my rewrite is done and basically fully edited I believe it’s around 6000/7000 words. Chapter two hadn’t been edited but it’s kinda a weird one so it doesn’t really need to be edited and it’s only around 2000 words.

Chapter 3 I’ve written a bit of it and it’s also a short and I have a layout for it. And chapter 4 is going to be on the longer side probably 6000-10000 words. But after those are done and edited hopefully I’ll publish the fic!!

So that’s the progress, for what parts of canon are being altered, I think a lot of characterization. Bunny, Alistair, Crystal, Milton Grimm, Snow White & EQ are all characters who were either portrayed as good or morally grey that I’m going to make evil (whoops spoilers) and then also kitty isn’t really going to have a redemption arc like she did in spring unsprung, she’s just going to continue to chaotically be herself.

And then just every plotline / character will just be slightly more mature and in depth. And it depends on how you see canon because the rewrite is going to be a mix the tv series + the books which vary a bit on canon. And then obviously a lot more queer representation.

I wouldn’t necessarily say that the epic winter arc is being disgraced but it’s going througu many changes. I’ll probably get ride of the whole through the woods concept because it doesn’t really add anything to the plot (although I am adding a musical that doesn’t really do anything for the plot except allow be to geek (theatre kid) out and give us some cute dizzie moments).

I really want to include her but I don’t think there’s going to be any room for Bella sister. Other things from canon that I’m not including is darise, Meeshell being a horrible singer, DARABELLA, Maddie having visions, the snow king, cupids crush on dexter, the revealer rays, probably lots more but I can’t think of them.

Onto the next question I definitely have some fic recs. I’ll probably make a separate post for it but my top 2 are rewrite ignite restart and a legacy of brambles and thorns.

I think the reason why I’m actually commuting to the rewrite is because it’s really the only eah fic I want to write since I plan to hopefully cover all the characters and ships I like. In my past fandoms I’ve had like 20 different fics I wanted to write but I never got a around to all or them.

Oh wait actually I guess I have one idea but I doubt I’ll ever write it since I want to focus on the rewrite. But during my transition stage from the mlb fandom to the eah I was thinking about an au. Either the eah characters with miraculous’s in the real world or mlb characters at ever after. 

Okay and for the last questions im assuming you’re asking which fairytales I’d like to 1. Be a part of 2. Don’t want to be a part of and I could stop it 3. Would have to run away from ?

1. When I was little I had the yearbook thing that had you create your own eah character and I always wanted to be a princess so I made myself goose girl

2. Definitely wouldn’t want to be like Jack in the beanstalk so I just wouldn’t take the beans

3. Sleeping beauty was my fav when I was younger so I definitely wouldn’t want to have Faybelles destiny. Or be an ugly sister, that would kill my self esteem (no wonder Bella and Brutta ran away)

For the last 3 questions I wasn’t sure if you were asking all abt me or if any were for my rewrite.

Anyways tysm for the ask !!

[sleeepy-sim]

Their Girl

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The Lost Boys

Chapter 1

My father was never someone I could go to for things. He was there for my brothers but never really for me, unless I needed a ride, but that was about it. When I heard that he had cheated on my mom, Lucy, I was pissed. My father was never really home and when he was he was usually complaining about something, at least whenever I was home at the same time as him. My mom was already done with his bullshit by the time she found out he was screwing some chick that looked faker than plastic. So it wasn’t much of a tough decision for her, at least from the way she was talking about it. So here we are, my mom, my brothers, Michael and Sam, on our way to go live with our grandpa, in Santa Carla. 

I don’t really mind moving, considering that we lived in Arizona, which is hot as shit. Plus I’m ready for change. Hopefully Santa Carla will be better than it is for most, considering how many missing posters there are. I feel weird being here, in Santa Carla. The place isn’t weird, I mean it has weird people but the place itself isn’t weird. I feel like something is going to happen, hopefully something good. Hopefully I’ll be able to go onto the boardwalk tonight, I bet it’s beautiful at night time.

“Bee?” my mother’s head peeks out from behind the now cracked door. “Hm?” I look up from the desk grandpa, thankfully had in this room. I love my mom, she can be a bit of a pushover, but she only means well, at least I’m guessing. “Do you want to go to the boardwalk with me? I was thinking we could all go,” she looks hopeful. “You, me, Michael and Sam? If you want to go of course, I know how some things can-” stopping her before she continues her sentence and her rambling of trying to reason why she’s asking, “Sure. Um, just uh, give me a min.” 

I look through my bags that I have yet to unpack, finding a black skirt with a light sweater that has skulls all over it. Looking in my other bag trying to find my cute knee high socks that have little bows at the top, finally finding them I hurry up and change throwing the clothes I just had on my bed. “I’ll deal with it later,” grabbing my white sneakers I slip them on and tie them before heading down stairs where my mom was waiting. “Are they coming,” I sling my black purse over my right shoulder before digging into it and finding my perfume, spraying some on myself before offering it to my mom. She smiles as a thank you and sprays herself, “Yes, they should be coming down any minute now.” She hands me the perfume back just as my little brother Sam comes running down the stairs, he runs over to me before hugging me, he is almost as tall as me, considering his head is past my shoulders. I kiss his head before patting his back to tell him we have to go, as I see Michael come down. “Let's hit the road!” my mother looks back at the three of us, Sam still attached to me and Michael smelling his armpits. 

Even though I was here just earlier today, the boardwalk is still beautiful. Though being here just made the feeling as though something is bound to happen intensify almost instantly. “So where too?” Looking to my right stood Lucy, my two brothers had wanted to go check out the concert and I was going to go with them, but with my stomach tightening up into knots and almost making me throw up on an innocent bystander. I decided it best to go with my mom, as she can somewhat help me when I get too nervous. “Lets just walk around until something catches our eyes?” She smiles brightly and I can’t help but playfully bump into her, she bumps me back and then I bumped her again. We continued until we started giggling and made eye contact with the woman hanging up a missing poster with a guy's picture that looks to be a security of some kind. 

Seeing how sad she looked and then realizing that everyone else who had hung a poster on that board must have looked and felt what that woman was feeling, ruined our moods. Looking at my mom, she and I shared a look as though she understood my worries of something happening to our family, she smiled at me and kissed my cheek before a little boy's cries made us stop our interaction and look. “Mom! Mom! I can’t find my mom.” Walking over to the boy my mom gets to his level trying to talk to the poor boy as I smile at him while digging into my bag and finding a little packet of tissues and handing him one, giving him a kid smile. He whips his tears away, “Are you lost?” the boy nodded at my mom before sparing me a glance. “Well that’s okay, let’s see if someone can help okay?” My mom smiles sadly at me and I take his hand and follow her into what I’m guessing is a Video Store. “Let’s go in here and see.” 

“Excuse me. This little boy’s lost, and we wondered if his mother might be here?” I bend down to him while my mom talks to the man with glasses. “What’s your name?” His fist rubs at his eyes, probably tired from all the crying. “T-terry,” His eyes are filled with tears and his first continues to rub at his eyes. “I like that name,” I smile at him, he looks at the floor and smiles. “Terry!” His mom comes running in and hugs the small boy, “Oh, I was so worried.” Suddenly my body became hot, I could feel myself sweating, it started to get hard to breathe, almost as though something was in my lungs clogging it up. I could feel myself getting dizzy, sweat trickled down from my forehead, wiping it away and looking at the drop of sweat with confusion. I was fine just a second ago, what’s wrong with me now. Swallowing thickly I look around the room, notifying four might I say hot guys. 

I made eye contact with the tallest blonde, his hair was almost like a mane, the smirk on his eyes were hungrily watching as I struggled to breath. The other blonde next to him seemed to have the same look in his eye. He seemed to be shorter than all of them but his hair was so curly, it looked beautiful. I looked back at the blonde with the lion mane and looked to the guy that was on the left side of him. He had dark long beautiful hair, his skin seemed to be darker than the other two, his eyes were scanning me it seemed.  Lastly the guy next to him had phantom blonde hair, it seemed to be styled in a somewhat punk hairstyle. The smirk on his face almost seemed like he knew something I didn’t, like he was expecting something to happen. Looking away from them, I realized that Terry and his mom had left and my mom was still talking to the guy with glasses.  “I’m gonna go,” I whispered to my mom, avoiding looking at the guys that were just across the counter. “Oh, okay, I’ll see you at the house?” I nod at her before taking another glance at the four guys before turning around and heading for the door. 

I step outside of the store and stand just a bit to the left of the door, taking a deep breath. I rub my face with my hands trying to calm down, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I sit down on the curb just near some bikes. Resting my head on my knees, it seems my sweating is getting worse. Hearing footsteps I try not to look up but two people squish me between them. Another person crouches right in front of me. With my head still down on my knees I froze up not knowing what to do, but part of me felt safe and warm, but I also was sweating so much. It seemed like I had a knot in my stomach, the inside of my thighs were almost soaked and my pussy seemed to be throbbing. What the hell is wrong with me? Someone's hand was running through my hair, another someone’s nose was in my hair. “It’s okay,” lifting my head up I see the man with dark beautiful hair was crouched in front of me, looking to my right was the curly head blonde and to my right was the lion mane blonde. 

“Yeah, it’s okay cutie.” Looking back to my left, the blonde with the lion’s mane removed his nose from my hair and put his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing over my high cheekbone. “I’m Paul,” he smirks at me before nodding his head at the other blonde on my other side. “That’s Marko,” Looking over at the curly head blonde that I now know as Marko, his arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him, which causes Paul to move over and squash me even closer to the two of them. “I’m Dwayne.” my head looks up to him, even while crouching he has the height advantage. Hearing footsteps from behind me I go to look but I suddenly feel someone behind me, their chest touching my back. Upon whose arrival Paul and Marko seemed to scoot a little away, as suddenly I’m being picked up, their hands just underneath my armpits. The person behind me lifts me up and suddenly the ground looks a long ways away, but they sit down on the curb and put me in their lap. “I’m David sweetheart.” His hot warm breath hits my ear. 

His hands pick me up once again, except this time he turns me around in his lap. Now facing him my body turns hot. I’m pretty sure my slick is running down my thighs and onto David's pants. He adjusts me so I’m sitting on his crotch, which makes it even worse. His hands are resting on my hips, fingers slipping into the top of my skirt, but I can’t seem to care, it feels so good being with them. It feels right, somewhat comforting in a way. “What’s your name, sweets?” Marko’s fingers run through my hair once again, his wide smile making me want to smile. David’s hands grip my hips even tighter and make me roll my hips against his crotch, making me whine. “He asked you a question.” Dwayne’s fingers moved the hair that was covering my neck before putting his nose against my neck, before biting it. Making me buck my hip, causing David to groan. “B-bee,” I throw my head back letting Dwayne get more access to continue to bite and snip at my throat. Paul groaned, smelling into the air, “God you smell good,”

Paul’s hand reached over and pulled on my necklace, pulling me to him, almost making me fall from David’s lap. His lips almost touched mine, his hot breath hitting my lip, “I can’t wait to taste you my little bee bee.” His hand snaked up and grabbed some of my hair before pulling me into his lap with his lips crashing into mine. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, hips rolling, humping him. Even kissing him was too much pleasure, my slick was bound to be soaking my knee high socks by now. “Not here,” Dwayne’s hands pick me up, just under my armpit. He lifts me up and holds me to his chest before looking over my shoulder and at the rest of the boys. He goes to put me on his bike but I won’t let go of him, as though something in my body was telling me I needed to touch him all the time. He sighs before getting on the bike with me still attached to his chest.  

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Bury A Friend - Part 9

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PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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October 18th, 1985

9:57 AM

You wake up to Nick’s tight grip on your waist and you smile to yourself, nuzzling your head further under the comforter. 

  You waited up for Nick last night, which was probably a mistake as he didn’t get home until around twelve in the morning and you were exhausted by the time he walked through the door. After you asked him about the case and how it went, the pair of you were off to bed.

  As you were falling asleep, your mind drifted off to Beth. Things were going so well. Why did she have to break the peace? And why on earth would she ever think that Nick was the one who attacked you?

  Ending the friendship was hard, but it also felt inevitable. She would never be able to accept the fact that Nick made you the happiest version of yourself, and you were done giving her chance after chance.

  Well, there was a slim chance that maybe, maybe, in the far future, you’d be able to forgive her for her mean and uncalled for words, but not yet. And not for a while. 

  Nick wakes up a few minutes later, and after making small talk for a while, he points out probably the only positive outcome of your now ended friendship with Beth. “At least one good thing came out of last night,”

  You hum in question, not bothering to lift your head from his bare chest. As you trace circles on his skin, his arms tighten their hold on you. “What’s that?”

  “Now you have one less reason to go back that place,”

  That place meaning Shadyside. “Yeah, I guess that’s true,”

  Nick contemplates his next words before deciding to just get it over with. “I know you’re close with Eve and all, but maybe you can try getting a job at the hospital here. I’m sure they’ll love to have you there, you’re a hard worker,”

  At that you smile. You loved your job, and the bond you had formed with your co-workers, but maybe it was time to leave Shadyside in your past. “Thanks, baby,” you lift your head and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

  Your words were surprising to him. He has never brought up the possibility of a workplace switch, and part of him thought you would shut it down right away. 

  “Okay,” he says quietly, a peaceful grin on his face. One of his hands moves upwards to caress the side of your face, connecting your lips once more. You kiss back, pressing against him while your own hand reaches up to tug on his hair. 

  It was clear where this was going, that much was obvious by the groan that left Nick when he heard the sound of the phone ringing. He pulls away from you, muttering under his breath as he gets up.

  You smile to yourself, using your arms as a pillow as you lay half on your side and half on his. 

  Within seconds, Nick was back in the room, his eyes scanning the room for his police uniform. 

  “What’s the matter?” You ask once you caught a glimpse of his furrowed brow. 

  Nick tugged his pants on and threw his shirt over his head. “There’s something going on in Shadyside,” he said as he sat down next to you, bringing his leg up so he could tie his boots. “Two dead and one injured.”

  “Oh, my God,” you say and sit up, letting the sheet fall off your shoulders and exposing your tank top covered chest to the cool air. “Did they say who they were?”

  “No,” he stood up and grabbed his button up from the chair. “I’m sure it’s just some sad sack involved in an armed robbery or something.”

  You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you cross your legs and rest your hands on your lap. 

  Nick comes over to you and grabs the side of your head, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back this afternoon, hopefully,” he said as he turned around and headed for the door. “I love you.” He called out to you, his voice fading the further away he got.

  “Love you,” you trail off, knowing he couldn’t hear you. 

-

1:36

All day you had a sinking feeling in your chest, like something was seriously wrong. 

  It was driving you mad, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it just kept coming back, and stronger than the last time. 

  After cleaning the entire apartment, you sit down on the newly made bed, your eyes on the TV in hopes that there would be an update that would calm your racing heart. 

  The reporter looked too happy to be reporting the death of two people, but anything to get paid, right? “I’m here with officer Kapinski here, on scene of a gruesome murder. Now, officer, can you confirm that there were, in fact, two deaths that took place here, late last night?”

  “Yes, I can confirm that there were two bodies, as well as one with serious injuries. The roommate of the victim is the one who brought this to an end by shooting the perpetrator after she got a few stabs into him,” Kapinsi explained and your heart hurt for the victims, despite having no idea who they were. 

  “Can you tell us who these two people were?” 

  “I didn’t identify them, myself. My new partner, Nick here, did,” the camera pans over and your boyfriend comes into view. He looked nervous, which was surprising as he was usually really good at hiding his emotions, especially in public. 

  “Oh, well, who did you identify the bodies as?” The reporter asks, shoving his microphone in Nick’s face. 

  You smile at the way he glared quickly at the man before regaining composure. He stared at the camera, seeming to stare right into your soul before answering the question. “I can identify the two fatalities as a couple of local residents of Shadyside, John Kidsman and….Beth Roberts,”

  At that, your smile slowly faded until your lips quivered with unshed sobs. Tears gathered in your eyes, but they didn’t fall. No. No. This can’t be true. 

  Nick wore a look of pity, almost as if he knew you’d be watching. 

  How? How?

  You felt like the world was caving in on you and your hands tightly grip the comforter. Nick and Kapinski kept talking, but you could no longer hear them. Your ears were ringing and your face burned, your hand covering your mouth in pure shock.

  There was no way, right? You just saw her last night, and she was fine. Upset from the turn of events no doubt, but alive. 

  This couldn’t be true. 

  So, you dried your teary eyes with your sleeve, and turned the TV off, not bothering to watch as your boyfriend’s face abruptly disappeared from the screen.

  After having a lengthy shower, you left your hair to air dry as you took a seat on the couch, the latest issue of Tiger Beat placed in your lap. You lost yourself in reading about Ralph Macchio’s newest movie role, not even hearing the sound of the front door opening. 

  At the sound of footsteps, you look up, your damp hair pressing against the side of your face. Nick stood there, dressed in his work uniform, like how he left you. The only difference was he wore his black jean jacket over his blue button up.

  But his attractive work attire wasn’t what had your heart rate picking up.

  No, it was the look of guilt and he gave you that made your heart kick into overdrive. 

  It was then that you knew that it was true. The disbelief of your best friend actually being dead faded away as the reality sunk in.

  Still, you had to ask.

  “It’s true?” You ask, your voice quiet and shaky. 

  With a slow nod, you felt your heart break for the second time that day, the magazine falling from your lap and onto the rug that covered the floor. 

  As Nick sits beside you, tucking your body into the side of his and pressing his chin to the top of your head, you allow yourself to cry for the first time since finding out about your best friend’s death. 

-

October 21st, 1985

1:20 PM

Beth’s funeral was today.

  It would’ve been sooner, but it was as if everything in Shadyside fell out of the loop once Beth died. It snowed, briefly, making the ground too cold to dig into, thus postponing the burial until a few days later. 

  That’s where you are now. 

  You wore the same dress you wore the day of Tommy’s anniversary, this time with one of Nick’s jacket’s shielding you from the cold. He stood beside you, his hand holding yours. His thumb stroked your knuckles, his way of calming you down and making you feel less alone. It worked, but only a bit.

  The freshly scattered dirt was all that was left of Beth, her headstone just another marker for the dead. 

  Beth Euguene Roberts.

  April 4th, 1963 - October 18th, 1985

  Loving daughter and best friend.

  Next to her stone was John’s, where Emma sobbed into Steven’s coat, her tears dampening the dark fabric. Her parents stood next to her, her mother crying as well, while her dad glared at Beth’s name, hatred burning in his eyes.

  Soon, the small crowd surrounding the two stones faded, leaving just you and Nick. His hand slipped from yours and wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “How are you doing?” He asked as he rested his head on top of yours. 

  “I miss her,” you say quietly, trying to hold back the warm tears that threatened to escape you. “We were supposed to be friends forever…..move on from what happened that night at the hospital, somehow…….I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

  When the tears fell, you pressed your face into Nick’s chest, burying your face as if he would protect you from the harsh and cruel realities of the world. “It’s okay,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around you, shielding you from all the bad things in the world. Or at least that’s what it felt like.

  “I was so horrible to her,” you mumbled, your voice muffled. “God, she probably died hating me.”

  Nick shushed you, his hold on you tightening. “That’s not true,” he comforted you. “She knew you loved her. That’s probably what kept her going.”

  “Yeah, until she just went crazy,” you muttered, moving your head so the side of your face was pressed to his chest. “Seems as though Shadyside will finally have someone else to talk about other than Tommy. Neither of them deserved this.”

  “I know, baby,” Nick said quietly, his eyes moving to look at the newest headstone. His eyes read over Beth’s name multiple times, the faintest glimpse of a victory smirk gracing his lips before it was gone, and he was back to consoling you. “It’ll be okay.”

-

November 3rd, 1985

3:42 PM

Well, you were right.

  Beth was now known as Shadyside’s newest killer, and Tommy was quickly being forgotten about.

  It was something you dreamed of. You couldn’t remember how many times you wished for people to stop remembering him as this cold blooded killer, and instead as the good guy he was.

  But you never imagined that it’d be Beth who would now be remembered for her gruesome murder of her on again off again boyfriend, as well as the attack on his roommate. 

  Cameron, John’s roommate of eight years, was the one to put Beth down. When you learned about the violence she inflicted on both men, you felt sick and lightheaded. 

  Beth had stayed the night with John while Cameron spent the night with his girlfriend, and things escalated from there. 

  It was beginning to be morning time, the sun just barely peeking out and shining into the bedroom. Beth had strangled John in his sleep and when he tried fighting back, she took the claw end of a hammer and drove it into his chest a solid ten times - until he stopped moving completely.

  Cameron, who had just arrived, heard the sounds of struggle and went to see what was going on. He walked in on Beth on top of John, his body sprawled out on the bed and blood everywhere. 

  It was then that she turned her attention to him, getting a few swings at him with the hammer before he shot her in the neck with the gun he kept under his bed. And it was all over. 

  When Nick had finished telling you that, you closed your eyes in horror. He was right, you definitely did not need to know what happened, and you regret talking him into telling you. 

  Despite it being both your days off, Nick was out, and didn’t tell you where he was going or when he’d be back. It was nice to have a minute to yourself, no matter how brief it may be. But since Nick had hardly left your side since Beth died, you were beginning to miss him - despite it only being a couple of hours since you saw him last.

  Maybe you were whipped, but you hated being alone now.

  Sitting on the couch with a blanket thrown over your body, you were watching one of those old, black and white movies on the TV. It was boring, but it gave you something to do. Without meaning to, your eyes glance over at the framed picture beside the TV. It was the one Emma gave you for your birthday.

  Involuntarily, your eyes focus on Beth’s smiling face, her arm wrapped around you tightly. The smiles on all your faces were big and a few of the happiest any of you ever wore. It felt like forever ago.

  What you would give to have that moment back, just to relive it one more time. 

  The sound of the door opening breaks you from your thoughts, and you quickly sit up, wiping away a single fallen tear with your knuckle. Placing your palm flat against the cushion and letting the blanket fall to your lap, you watch as Nick makes his way over to the TV and turns it off.

  You give him a confused look, a small grin on your face. He sits next to you, a nervous look gracing his face. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run up the four flights of stairs without stopping. You place your hand on his shoulder, your finger gently massaging the base of his neck as you study his face. “Are you okay?”

  Nick nodded. “Yeah,” he said quickly. “I’m fine.”

  Raising your brow, you slide your hand up until it rests on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek bone. “What’s the matter?”

  He looks at you for a few seconds before leaning in and kissing you. You kiss him back, a bit confused at the sudden show of affection. His hand takes yours as he pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. 

  “What was that for?” 

  “I’ve been thinking a lot,” he answered and you nod, urging him to continue. “What happened with Beth and John….that easily could’ve been you.”

  You look away from him, your eyes focusing on his shirt as you take in his words. You weren’t expecting him to say that at all, but you find yourself agreeing with him. He was right, it could have been you. Anyone unlucky enough to live in Shadyside could very well be the next resident killer, or victim. 

  “But it wasn’t,” you say, moving your hand back to his shoulder and squeezing slightly.

  “But it could’ve been,” he said again, tightening his hold on your hand. “And I don’t know what I would’ve done if it had been you. I couldn’t live with myself if something had happened to you and I wasn’t there, again. I love you, more than anything, and I can’t lose you.”

  “You won’t,” you say, pressing your forehead to his, “You won’t lose me.”

  “Okay,” he said, pulling away from you and reaching into his pocket. “So let’s make it official.”

  “What?” You laugh as he takes your left hand in his right one. “What are you talking about?”

  When he retrieves the object from his pocket, you freeze. 

  Being held between his index finger and thumb was a ring. It had a silver band with more than a few gems embedded in it, something that looked a hell of a lot like diamonds, and in the center was a bigger diamond. 

  You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as he held it up, your eyes following the movement. “Marry me,” he said quietly, his voice at the softest pitch you’d ever heard it.

  “What?” Your voice was nothing short of a whisper at this point. 

  Nick laughed slightly at your shock. “Marry me, Y/n,” he said again and you felt your heart rate quicken. “Let me spend the rest of my life with you.”

  You meet his eyes, tears blocking your vision slightly. 

  “If it’s too soon-”

  “Yes,” you cut him off, making his face relax instantly. 

  He repeated your words in the form of a question. “Yes?”

  “Yes,” you say again, leaning forward and kissing him with a force that had him nearly falling back.

  He steadies the two of you by putting his hands on your waist. When you pull away, Nick slides the ring on your finger, making your tears spill over and onto your cheeks. You bring both hands up to either side of his face, kissing him again and pushing him backwards so he falls backwards on the couch. 

-

November 8th, 1985

12:27 PM

You sat in the waiting room, your leg bouncing uncontrollably. 

  Nick sat next to you, his eyes watching as you fiddled with your fingers, an amused smile on his lips. 

  You watched some medical video that played on the TV that hung from the ceiling, the doctor on screen explaining what to do when you experience someone who is having a seizure. 

  You had to admit it, but the Sunnyvale hospital was a lot more welcoming than the one in Shadyside. Even the waiting room was beautifully decorated with plants and paintings. The chairs weren’t plastic and hard, the floors were hardwood instead of stained carpet, and of course, there was a TV.

  After watching you pick at your nails for a bit, Nick reached over and took your hand in his, his eyes lingering on the engagement ring for a few seconds. “Baby,” he said, getting your attention. “Why are you so nervous?”

  You look over at him, smiling nervously when he laces your fingers together, your arms resting on the armrest in between you. “I’m not,”

  He gives you a look, then nods down to your still bouncing knee. 

  Following his gaze, you quickly halt your leg, your face heating up. “Okay, maybe I’m nervous,”

  Nick laughs. “Why?”

  “Because I’m about to be interviewed for a position here,” you mutter. “That’s why.”

  Nick gave you a confused look, squinting his eyes as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “But you’ve been interviewed before,” he pointed out. “What’s so scary this time around?”

  “Because, I was interviewed for a position at the hospital in Shadyside, a place where they are desperate for nurses and workers,” you answer. “This place seems like it’s crawling with them, and they all look really experienced. What if they turn me down?”

  Nick shook his head, leaning back in the chair. “Eve said she put in a good word for you, right?”

  “Right,” you trail off.

  “And I’ve seen how hard you work, so these guys have nothing on you,” Nick assures you, kissing the side of your head. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  Just as he said that, a woman walked into the waiting room, a white lab coat framing her blue scrubs. “Y/n?” She smiled at you.

  “Yes,” you say and sit up straighter. “Hi!”

  “Hi,” she smiled at you, extending her hand out. “I’m Doctor Anne Scott. It’s so nice to meet you.”

  “You too,” you shake her hand.

  “Nick has told me a lot of good things about you,” she wiggled her brows and you playfully rolled your eyes.

  “Of course he did,” you nudge him in the side.

  “Sorry,” he shrugged. You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you stand up.

  “Shall we?” Doctor Scott asked and you nodded.

  She led you back to her office, which was decorated with pictures of her family. On the walls there were various paintings that looked like they were done by a child, and a few letters addressed to Dr. Mom. 

  “My daughter, Izzy, did those for me,” she said once she saw you looking at them. “She’s four.”

  “She’s quite the artist,” you laugh as you sit down across from her. 

  She placed her hands on her desk, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Are you nervous?”

  Your eyes meet hers as you give her a small grin. “A little,”

  “Don’t be,” she grinned back. “Your boss, Eve, said a number of great things about you. Hard worker, on time, observant, loyal. All good things we look for in our team here.”

  “Oh,” you say, flattered beyond words at how kind your boss was. Though it wasn’t all that surprising. Eve took you under her wing the second you met her. She was like a second mom at this point. “Really? That’s awesome to hear.”

  “It is,” she smiled. “Did you bring your resume?” 

  “Yes,” you say and pull out a few papers from your purse.

  “Good,” Doctor Scott says, briefly looking at the pages before sliding them back over to you. “I think you’d be a great addition to our workplace.”

  At that, you give her a shocked look that you quickly covered with a smile. “Oh, really? Wow, I-thank you,”

  She smiled. “I already have your number, so I’ll be in touch with you soon,”

  “Awesome,” you say as you stand up, slipping the papers back into your purse. “Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said as she led you back to the waiting room.

  You see Nick sitting in the same place, your seat being taken by an older woman who seemed to be talking his ear off. He looked extremely unimpressed, his hand pressed flat against the side of his face as his leg bounced, mimicking yours from earlier. 

  “Good luck with that one,” she teased, giving you one last kind smile. “Have a good one.”

“You too,” you say and step into the room. 

  Nick’s eyes were on you instantly and he stood up quickly, excusing himself from the lady. “New friend?” You ask once he stood in front of you.

  “Ha,” he rolled his eyes. “How’d it go?”

  You grin up at him. “It went well,” you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving.”

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Love Letter - Prologue 1

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata, Tori, Mao, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"Whoa, the proposal we just submitted has turned into a hostage situation used against us…!"

Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Student Council Room

One day in autumn…

Hinata: ‘Scuse me~! It’s 2wink’s Aoi Hinata!

Yuuta: ‘Scuse me as well. It’s 2wink’s Aoi Yuuta…♪

Tori: Hm, glad to see you doing well. But you guys don’t gotta announce your names as you come on in, y’know.

Hinata: But dontcha think introducing ourselves would make it easier for others to know who’s Hinata and who’s Yuuta? It’s part of 2wink’s strategy!

Yuuta: Though people would be mistaken if we switch places and introduce ourselves like that. Feels like this strategy has a fatal flaw, right?

…More importantly than that, Aniki, go submit our proposal already.

Hinata: Right! Here, this is a proposal for a S3! Please give it a look-see~!

Tori: Yes yes, it’s in our hands now. I’ll read over it after our meeting, ‘kay?

Yuuta: A meeting? I’m guessing Anzu-san and Mao-senpai talking all stern-like over there might have to do with it?

Hinata: I was wondering about that too! I was worried if we were getting in the way of an important meeting.

Tori: Hmm~. Well, it’s not like it’s totally unrelated to you two, so it’s not like you’re in the way or anything. Right Anzu, Isara-senpai?

Mao: I was talking to Anzu since I thought you were handling that matter but you just flew over here…

But anyways, yeah, Tori’s right. We’re just talking about the Chocolat Festival.

Yuuta: Chocolat Fes? So you guys are talking about next year already, huh…

Mao: Yup. Don’t you remember just how hectic last year’s Chocolat Festival turned out to be?

Anzu summarized all of last year’s issues, so we hope we can have a smooth operation this time around.

Tori: 2wink will be participating in Chocolat Fes too, so lemme fill you in.

Actually, there seems to be a problem that’s hindering us from holding the event the way we did until now. So we called Anzu over to see how we the school should approach it.

Hinata: Whaa… You brought it up casually, but isn’t that pretty serious…!?

Mao: Hm~, well we might not be able to hold it “the way we did until now”, but we should be able to find a way to hold it nonetheless. Basically, what had happened was…

Some minutes later…

Yuuta: So due to a domestic conflict in one of the countries down south, cacao imports have declined… I can imagine how troublesome this has been for our dear manufacturer.

Hinata: But Tenshouin-senpai’s working on a solution, right? I feel like he could do somethin’ to fix this.

Tori: I think it’d be great if he could, too but… Even Eichi-sama has limits on what he can and can’t do.

Mao: Our manufacturer would also become indebted to us. Given it’s a problem that can’t be solved through power or capital, I doubt it’ll be solved any time soon.

It might not even be possible that it’ll be resolved by the time Chocolat Fes comes around.

So… we’ve been discussing it with Anzu. If we’re able to safely secure even some of the chocolate needed, we want to prioritize the rookie units.

Tori: Then, the kids of fledgling units who haven’t yet experienced Chocolat Fes can put their all into baking sweets! Well, hopefully.

Hinata: Then, that’d ensure at least some sweets, even if things aren’t as usual.

Yuuta: That’d prevent the newbie units from getting overwhelmed with an irregular situation of having nothing to work with. That part’s a good idea, but…

What about the other units, the ones who aren’t newbies?

Mao: …Of course you worry about that part, huh? Well, there’s a reason why Tori said that it’s not totally unrelated to you, so lemme tell you—

As the academy’s strongest unit, we were thinking of having you guys in charge of the sweet provisions and planning for Chocolat Fes.

Yuuta: The sweet provisions and planning…

Yuuta: …Wait, and the planning!?

We could get assistance from those in the Producer Department to help with it, y’know, but…

There’s only so much that they can do.

Tori: That, and they’re all newbies, while you guys are already used to leading your own projects, right? See, just like you did here… ♪

Yuuta: Whoa, the proposal we just submitted has turned into a hostage situation used against us…!

Mao: Come on now, just ‘cuz you guys are classmates doesn’t mean you can act like a bully, ‘kay~? Right now, we’re a student council politely requesting the aid of the strongest unit.

…Now, we don’t know how things will turn out, so we’d appreciate it if you could just be prepared.

Hinata: Roger that~! ♪ Since there’s still some time until Chocolat Fes, it helps to be able to gradually work towards somethin’!

Tori: There’s also SS towards the end of the year. Basically everyone will be busy then, so make sure to stay on top of everything.

I have a feeling that February will be here before we know it.

Yuuta: Hehe, looks like Anzu-san thinks the same as you, Hime-kun. I’m sure anyone as busy as she is must feel like time flies by so fast…

It’s going to start getting chilly outside, so make sure to take care of yourself and stay healthy, alright?

Mao: Come to think of it, wasn’t there talk going around about ES holding a Chocolat Festival as well? Trying to consider all of that too just makes my brain stop working.

My top priority is to find what is best for this school. I just hope that Chocolat Fes will be able to be held without any issue.

For all the students, and idols, of Yumenosaki. I just want them to be able to have a happy Valentine’s Day… ♪

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[clumsiestgiantess]

Time to put a little guy in another situation! Another short after this post

I can’t believe I lost my damn megaphone.  I have no clue where I put it, and Jess is going to drive herself crazy if I don’t start talking to her again.  I mean, I’ve tried, but she can barely hear me, let alone understand me. “It’s almost been a week!” she exclaimed, “How do you not remember how you made it?!”  Oh yeah, I also forgot how I made it.  I glanced behind me, looking over the several failed attempts to recreate what I once had. 

“I can’t stand this silence anymore!  I know you don’t mean to be quiet, but it feels like you’re mad at me for some reason.”  Last time I tried to talk to her, she cried, but I can’t leave her thinking I’m mad at her.  “JESSI, PLEASE!  I’M NOT MAD AT YOU!  JUST CALM DOWN!”  I screamed at top volume, straining my vocal cords just to be heard. Jess froze where she was, eyes beginning to tear up, “Your little voice!  It’s so cute, but I can’t understand it.”

Damn.  We both stood in defeated silence, though I could see something forming in her mind. Jess’ eyes widened slightly.  “I- I have an idea,” she confessed, “Hopefully a good one.  I’ve been thinking on it for a while, actually.”  Jess wandered over to my shelf.  “It.. It was meant for bringing you around with me, but I didn’t think you would agree to it.” Why wouldn’t I agree?  “Well, what is it?”  I beckoned her closer to show that I was interested.  

“I was thinking…  You’re too small for me to hear you out here, but what if you crawled into my ear?  Then the only thing I’d be able to hear is you.”  She wants me to go where?!  In all honesty it sounded like a horrifically claustrophobic experience.  “I guess we can try it,” Jess mused.  “No thanks, I’ll just wait until I find my megaphone.”  I forgot she can’t hear me.  In a moment, I was gently swept towards the edge of the shelf as Jess leaned her head to the side.  

“WAIT!  WAIT!  I SAID NO!”  The giant finger pushed me over the lobe of her ear.  I stumbled, balancing fearfully for a moment before Jess ruined it by moving the slightest bit.  Rocking forwards, I fell head over heels down into darkness.  I gasped and looked around, panting hard.  It was like a small cave.  The only exit shone brightly above my head.  I jumped for it, but my feet slid out beneath me.  Giggles erupted around me.  “Wh- What’s so funny?”  Jess gasped, “Oh, it worked!  I can hear you!  Sorry about laughing; whatever you’re doing in there is ticking me.”  “I’m trying to get out!” I huffed, “I can’t reach the opening.”  

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckled, “I’ll let you out.”  “Thank you.”  “Whenever I’m done with you.”  “What?”  Jess giggled again, “It’s nice to hear your voice normally.  Even with the megaphone it’s so small.”  I gawked, “No, No, go back.  What did you just say?  I want you to let me out now.  I don’t like it in here.”  Struggling for a moment, I reached for Jess’ earlobe before realizing that was a terrible idea while she was still moving.  One unforeseen movement from her could send me plunging over the edge.  Instead, I sank back to the warm floor.  

“Hey, why don’t we go out somewhere now that you’re with me?” Jess suggested, “I haven’t gone out with you since.. you know.. all of this.”  “I feel like I’m being held hostage.”  “You’re fine,” Jess assured me sweetly, “I’m going to get ready!  I want to try that new ice cream place that opened up down the road!”  As she ran a brush through her hair, I tried protesting, but everything I did seemed to be funny to her.  

“This is kidnapping!” I grumbled as she locked our apartment door behind her.  Jess ignored me and continued on until she made it to the street.  She’d been snickering the entire elevator ride down as I tried to pull myself out to her ear.  If there had been anyone else in there with us, they would’ve thought she was crazy.  Finally, I managed to slide my torso out comfortably and have a look around.  It’s.. surprisingly nice.  The view could’ve fooled me into thinking I’m a normal height, except I was extremely nearsighted.  I couldn’t for the life of me make out anything past the edge of the sidewalk.

“Enjoying the view?” Jess whispered under her breath, startling me.  “How’d you know I was watching?”  “I can feel it when you move, you know.”  I grumbled.  “Don’t be like that.  You’ve been wanting to go out for weeks!  Isn’t this what you wanted?  You’re safe there; I have you.  Just enjoy the ride.”  Annoyingly, she has a point.  I miss being out here in the actual world instead of the small nooks I’ve taken for myself in the apartment.  My arms came to rest on her earlobe while I knelt in the tube of her ear, watching the world go by with renewed fascination.  Seeing things this way made the old city feel like a whole other world.

Not only was the outdoors surreal, but my place in it as well.  The steady rhythm of her footsteps bobbed slightly up and down like a boat on calm water.  The view — though strange — was fascinating.  I sank to a comfortable seat on a ridge just inside her ear, chest resting lazily against her skin.  Folding my arms gently on the very inner edge of her earlobe, I simply sat and stared.  I wouldn’t admit it, at least not then, but I really did enjoy the ride.  Jess could understand me perfectly for the first time since I shrank, which was the best part of all of it.

With my anger pacified, I settled down and began inadvertently fidgeting with the skin around me.  “Would you please stop whatever it is you’re doing?” Jess hissed after only a few minutes, “I’m about to start full-on laughing like a maniac in front of all these people!”  “I can’t help it if you’re ticklish!” I gasped, “You’re lucky I’m not trying to get you to laugh, otherwise you’d be rolling on the ground in tears right about now.”  “Don’t you dare!”  “Easy, I said I could do it, not I will.”  Though I couldn’t see her, I could practically feel Jess rolling her eyes.

We made it to the ice cream place in quick time, or maybe it was my new sense of scale that made things seem quick.  Either way, I slid back down into Jess’ ear to be sure that whoever took her order wouldn’t spot me leaning out of it.  She took a corner seat with her scoop of mint chocolate chip, making sure the side of her head was facing the wall so no one would have the chance to see me.  I doubt they would, being so small, but it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.  “See?  Didn’t I tell you this would be fun?”  “Yeah, yeah.  Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought.  But you still kidnapped me.”  Jess chuckled lightly, “Will some ice cream make up for it?”  I nodded eagerly, leaning back out to see the world again.

Discreetly, Jess dipped her finger into her snack and placed a small dollop of ice cream on the lobe of her ear.  “Enjoy, little guy!”  Thankfully she couldn’t see my face turning red as I slid my way out, balanced carefully between her ear and the great drop beside it.  She snickered at the feeling, but quickly coughed to cover it up.  I ate the snack like I did the rest of my meals — no utensils, just my hands.  It was messy work.  Jess will definitely need to wash up by the time I’m finished.  We talked and joked the whole time — just like we used to.  The place was too crowded for anyone to even notice Jess seemingly having a quiet conversation with herself.

When I announced I was done, she wiped the extra ice cream away, not realizing that I was still there thanks to the numbing effect of the coldness on her skin.  I was swept up into a napkin and tossed into her empty cup to be thrown away.  Everything happened so quickly, it took me a second to process what happened.  “Shit!” I cried, struggling to orient myself.  “Jessi!  JESS!”  The ice cream I just ate lurched right back up my throat as I went into a free fall.  The cup, napkin, and me, all landed in the garbage can.  I watched from my new spot at the top of the wadded napkin, horrified beyond measure.  Jess breezed right by me as I screamed for her, strolling right out the door with a light smile.

“NO!  JESS, PLEASE!  COME BACK!”  She couldn’t hear me.  No one could hear me.  Someone walked over to throw away their things and I was thrust backwards into the cup.  My cloth had long since been lost, so my body became covered with the leftover melted ice cream still at the bottom.  The world grew darker and darker as more and more trash was piled in overhead.  I’m fairly sure I heard Jess’ voice again amongst the noise of the crowd, but I can’t see anything.  She might’ve come back for me, but how would she ever find me here?  Hours passed; I wasn’t sure what to do other than wait for Jess to come to her senses and get me.  If she could even guess where I was.

Long after silence fell over the store, everything shifted.  I clung to the napkin as the trash bag was tied up and hauled away.  Again my stomach lurched as the bag swung back and forth with the carrier’s gait.  “PLEASE, SOMEONE!  WHOEVER’S OUT THERE!  HELP ME!”  It was pointless to shout, but that didn’t stop me from trying.  My hands flew over my ears as a unidentifiably loud noise raced through the bag.  “Aw shit, man!  Not again.”  Free fall, then a rough landing.  I gazed blearily up to find that the garbage bag had torn open.  The employee, a tired-looking guy about my age, maybe older, muttered something under his breath before beginning to sweep the trash back into the part of the bag that hadn’t ripped.  I tried yelling again, but I was only swept inside.  I had to try something else.  Anything else.

Since I was near the top of the opening, the next time the employee swept things inside, I used my top-of-the-hill leverage to shove something back out.  The first few attempts went unnoticed, but eventually, the guy caught it happening.  “Huh?”  They picked up the plastic spoon and tossed it back in.  I pushed it back out.  They placed it in.  I pushed it back out.  “What the hell?!”  Finally, I had his attention.  The next time the spoon was placed back, I pushed it extra slowly, and just as I hoped, the employee managed to pinpoint where the problem was.  The problem being me.  The cup I stood in was dragged into the air, a large eye peering down at me from above.  

I waved my arms wildly, climbing as high as I dared.  “YES, THAT’S RIGHT!  DOWN HERE!”  The eye widened and a gasp rushed through the space around me.  “What..?”  I yelped as the cup tipped over and I rolled out onto their hand for them to scrutinize.  “Holy shit..  Wh-  Are you an actual person?”  “YES!  PLEASE!  YOU HAV-”  My voice cut out as I was drawn even further into the air.  Whoever held me was going somewhere, and fast.  I clung to their skin until the ride was over.  Next thing I knew, I was tossed onto a counter.  The thing reeked of cleaning fluid, stinging my eyes and burning my bare skin.  The shadow of the employee vanished for a moment, then reappeared.  A giant chunk of glass hovered so closely above me, I feared they were going to squish me with it.  But it never got that far.  As I realized that I wasn’t about to be killed, I found the thing was part of an incredibly large magnifying glass, pulled from somewhere in the back.

Scrambling from foot to foot to keep from being chemically burnt, I waited for the employee to focus on me.  I knew the moment they did because of all the oversized shifts in their expression.  They watched me with intent curiosity as I tried to get them to see that the counter was hurting me.  “What are you doing little guy?  Are you-  Oh jeez, you’re naked!”  I was both embarrassed and annoyed, but I didn’t care.  In order to see me more clearly, they’d placed their hand on the counter to give them more balance as they leaned over.  Sprinting over as fast as I could, I scrambled up onto one of their fingers, safely out of the noxious chemicals.  

The employee flinched, “Woah, woah, what are you doing?”  I was nearly shaken off, but thankfully it wasn’t intentional.  As awkward as having a tiny naked guy sitting on your finger must be, they must’ve realized that there had to be a good reason for me wanting to be there.

“Why are you avoiding touching the counter?”  The magnifying glass dropped closer.  I tried to tell them by holding my nose and pointing at it.  They took a whiff and gagged.  “Oh god, that’s awful!” he gagged, “I forgot how strong the cleaning stuff is!  You must’ve been choking on it down there.  Here, I got something.”  Success!  The gigantic hand hoisted me off the counter for a bit, before placing me back down on a bundled-up shirt.  It was raised high enough off the counter that I was safe from both the feel and smell of the cleaning fluid.  “Thank you!” I wheezed, “My head was really getting foggy.”  The guy stared down at me in shock.  “You can talk?!  I- I mean, I can’t understand a word you’re saying, but you’re saying something.”

He thought for a long moment as I took the extra time to calm down.  Not only had I been rescued, but my rescuer seemed to be more curious than anything, certainly not malicious, which I’m grateful for.  “Do you think these will work?”  I sat up and looked at what lay outstretched in his hand.  A pair of earbuds.  What?  “I don’t understand; what’ll those do?” I asked.  Obviously the employee didn’t answer me.  Instead, they plugged one end of them into his ears, and the other into his phone.  Then, he moved the microphone piece close to me.  Oh.  Oh!  Why hadn’t I thought of this yet?  I had to lean almost all my weight on the button to get it to click, but it worked.

“Hello?  Can you hear me?”  I took it as a yes when wind rushed past me in a gasp.  “Y- Yeah, I can hear you.”  “I can’t believe I didn’t think of using one of these sooner!  It works!” I cheered.  There was a brief silence as the magnifying glass fell over me again.  “What are you?”  I sighed, “It’s.. a long story.  I was 6’4” until a few months ago.  I think it was something I drank, but the next thing I know, I’m less than an inch tall!”  “So you’re.. a person?” the employee asked, confused.  “Yes, I’m a person!  I was shrunk!”  “But why the hell were you in the trash?”  I rubbed a hand over my face tiredly.  “It was an accident.  Look, I’ve had a long day.  I just want to get home.  My fiancé is probably worried sick about me.”  Now they gawked at me.  “Is she tiny, too?  Do both of you just go around.. naked and shit?”  My annoyed expression dropped into a scowl.  I don’t have time for this.

“No!  She didn’t shrink, only I did!  Now can you please take me home?  I’ll tell you the address, just drop me off there!”  Gears were turning in his head; I could see it.  Without warning, a hand fell over me, two giant fingers gripping me from both sides.  “Hey!  What the hell is wrong with you?!”  Now that I don’t have the microphone, he can’t hear me anymore.  The employee brought me to a lamp, scrutinizing me beneath the magnifying glass.  I turned away from it, the harsh light burning my eyes.  “You feel so.. weird,” he whispered.  I could feel his skin pressing into mine, pinning me tightly between his thumb and pointer finger so only my head stuck out at the top.  “Please!” I gasped, “You’re crushing me!  Let me go!”  

“I wonder how much I can get someone to pay me for something like this?  What do you think, little guy?  One million?  Two million?  It’s too bad your girl isn’t this size, either.  I’d probably just keep her, though.”  Rage jolted through me like a bolt of thunder, negating any previous fears.  “YOU SON OF A BITCH!  DON’T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!  LET ME GO!  YOU CAN’T FUCKING SELL ME!”  He laughed awfully, “Funny you think I understand that.  Even if I did, I wouldn’t bother listening.”  I writhed under his grip, struggling for an escape.  A glass was whipped off a shelf.  “Here you go, nice and easy now.”  I was dropped into it the very opposite of ‘nice and easy’.  Something in my arm cracked as I fell on it, pain jabbing into my muscles.  Groaning, I could only stare up in horror at the monstrous grin above me.

Just as he reached for my prison, someone rushed behind him, whacking him clean over the back of the head with a waffle iron.  He stumbled sideways and collapsed onto the floor.  “Anthony!  Anthony, are you alright?!”  Jess’ familiar face hovered over the glass, and I teared up in relief.  “Jess!  How are you here?!”  She couldn’t understand, so she didn’t answer me, but she carefully picked up the glass and tilted me gently onto her palm.  “Here, sweetheart, it’s alright; I have you now.”  I collapsed into her soft skin, gripping the familiar imprints on her palm.  My arm throbbed, but I was too relieved to care.  “Let’s get out of here, before he wakes up.  Did you want to get in my ear again?  I really want to talk to you, but if you don’t-”  She stopped as I eagerly sat up and nodded.

With expert care, Jess gingerly placed me on her earlobe, and I immediately crawled inside.  Shaking with relief, I leaned on the inside of her eardrum.  The setting no longer seemed claustrophobic.  If anything, it felt protective — safe.  “Jess, I-” my voice broke and I had to restart.  “I’m so happy you’re here!”  She gave a shuddering sigh, slipping out the back door where she must’ve snuck in.  “I’m happy you’re ok!” she replied, tears lining her voice.  “I really thought I’d lost you!  I tried to search the floor for you as long as I could, but they had to close up.  I snuck into a back room and waited for everyone to leave, but I guess someone else found you before I did.  He..  What did he want with you?”  I shuddered, “It doesn’t matter what he wanted with me.  You were searching the floor?”  

“Well, yeah; were you not there?”  I shook my head, patting the wall of skin beside me.  “Jessi, I-”  I can’t tell her she threw me away.  She’ll think all of this is her fault.  “Yeah, I was just too far out of sight for you to find me.”  “Are you hurt?  Will you be ok?”  “I’m fine,” I lied, sitting up straighter.  “I’m just really tired.”  I don’t want her to worry, I’m not majorly injured, my arm just hurts.  I’ll ice it later and it’ll be fine.  Honestly, I'm just relieved to be going home.

[scottpetersen]

DuckTales The Inter-Dimensional Swap Fanfic Chapter 3

Scrooge McDuck (2017) POV:

As I was beginning to explain the situation me and my counterpart are in to Goldie’s counterpart, I got a good look at her.

She looks different to the Goldie from my world. I looked at this Goldie’s gray hair. It’s a stark contrast to my world’s Goldie’s yellow hair. Seems that she aged at a different rate than my world’s Goldie. Despite that, though, she still looks good. And it also seems that she actually lives in this shack. That’s another stark contrast to my world’s Goldie who would much rather not stay in one place.

But I’m still getting the same clever and conniving vibes from her that I do from the Goldie I know.

So, this Goldie is similar but different to the one I know.

Also, it feels incredibly strange seeing a different version of the woman I fell for. For some reason, it feels like my heart is being tugged between being sent a flutter with all the good and bad feelings I had about all of our encounters and being sent crashing down by the fact that this is not the Goldie I know.

Ugh! I’ve got to get ahold of myself! I am Scrooge McDuck! I can make it through all this and go back home to my world’s Goldie and the versions of my family waiting for me there!

“You alright there?” Goldie’s counterpart asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yes I am.” I said trying to sound as confident as I can be.

“Right.” Goldie’s counterpart clearly being sarcastic. “Anyway, as you were saying?”

“Oh. Well…” I began.

I managed to share the rest of the story with Goldie’s counterpart.

She got up and put her hand to her chin. “Y’know. Normally, when you or rather your counterpart comes to me for something, I would just assume he’s trying to play me and I trick him instead. Then, I hit on him and kiss him on the cheek and we flatter each other. And that would be that.”

“That’s actually not that different from me and my Goldie. Except it looks like it took us a bit longer to completely open up with each other. We never kissed until after our adventure with the Fountain Of The Foreverglades.” I said remembering how things usually went with my Goldie.

“Fountain Of The Foreverglades?” Goldie’s counterpart asked looking intrigued.

“Forget about it. It’s a fountain of youth but you’ll probably have to ask my counterpart if there’s a version of it here.” I said.

“Guess I’ll have to con the information out of him then.” she replied.

“Good luck.” I said challenging her just like I sometimes did with my Goldie.

Ugh! Get it together! This is not your world’s Goldie.

“Anyway, I don’t think you’re trying to play. After all, why would you try to trick or even lie to me with such an outrageous sounding story?” Goldie’s counterpart said.

“Ok then.” I replied seeing the logic in her words.

“Alright. I don’t know about my counterpart but I’m out of my depth when it comes to different dimensions. But pickpocketing a magic piece of paper. That I can do if it means getting my Scrooge back.” Goldie’s counterpart said. “You got yourself a deal. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.” I said shaking her hand.

We were on our way back to the plane. Hopefully, the Launchpad here is better at repairing planes than his counterpart. If not, we can still take a train instead.

But while we were traversing through the woods, someone showed up out of nowhere and stopped us.

When I got a good look at him, I realized who he is.

Judging by the outfit, this is clearly Flinty’s counterpart.

But he looks different from the one I know.

“Ugh. Not him again.” I heard Goldie’s counterpart mutter.

So, Goldie’s and Flinty’s counterparts met before. I briefly wondered if the Flinty here tried hitting on the Goldie here just like the Flinty I know did with Goldie back home.

But I immediately shook it off not wanting to think about it.

“Hello, Goldie.” Flinty’s counterpart said ignoring me.

“What do you want?” Goldie’s counterpart replied not bothering with the pleasantries.

“To see you, of course.” Flinty’s counterpart lied.

This Flinty’s tone sounds slightly different from the one I know. He still seems to always have a scheme afoot. But this Flinty sounds less flamboyant than the one back home and more…calculating?! Is this a version of Flinty who is actually smart?!

“Yeah, right.” Goldie’s counterpart said sarcastically clearly not buying this Flinty’s facade.

Flinty’s counterpart frowned.

Then, after remembering the gold I saw while I was in this Goldie’s shack, I pointed at Flinty’s counterpart and yelled, “You’re here to try to swindle her out of her gold, aren’t you?!”

“I almost forgot about you.” Flinty’s counterpart said in response. “I take it you’re here to try to win Goldie’s love.”

“Not quite, Flinty.” I said technically telling the truth but also not willing to give this Flinty the time of day right now.

“What did you call me?!” this Flinty asked angrily.

Looks like this Flinty has as much of a bad temper as his counterpart. And I’m guessing my counterpart never called him ‘Flinty’ before.

“Look. If you’re gonna take my gold, you’re gonna have to do it over my dead body.” Goldie’s counterpart said getting an angry growl from this Flinty as a response.

Normally, I would get a kick out of annoying Flinty but I have to get back to my home dimension!

“We don’t have time for this, Flinty.” I said. “So, how about you get out of our way?”

I got ready to fight. If he is anything like the Flinty I know, he won’t give up that easily!

“I think we would rather take the both of you out instead.” this Flinty replied.

When he used ‘we’ instead of ‘I’, I knew this Flinty hired some henchmen.

But I was taken by surprise when those henchmen came out of the shadows.

The Beagle Boys?! I thought they only worked for Mama Beagle. Apparently, that’s not the case in this dimension.

I looked at Goldie’s counterpart and it seems like she’s ready to fight, also.

Then, the fight began.

The Beagle Boys are as clumsy as ever. Me and Goldie’s counterpart are having no trouble outmaneuvering them.

The way Goldie’s counterpart fights is also slightly different to the one I know. For example, the moment 1 of the 2 Beagle Boys fighting her attempted to charge at her, she immediately took out a gun and used a warning shot to scare him off. Seems that unlike the Goldie back home, this Goldie prefers a gunfight over a fight up-close.

“You’re not the only one with a gun.” I heard Flinty’s counterpart say as he got out a gun of his own.

“Oh no you don’t.” I said under my breath as I knocked the Beagle Boy in my way out.

I charged at Flinty’s counterpart and knocked the gun out of his with my cane.

“Ugh. This isn’t over!” Flinty’s counterpart yelled before making his escape along with the Beagle Boys.

“I could’ve handled that, y’know.” Goldie’s counterpart said no doubt referring to that Flinty pulling out his gun.

“Sure you could.” I replied sarcastically and teasingly.

Goldie’s counterpart rolled her eyes while smiling fondly before urgency returned to her eyes and she snapped herself out of her stupor.

Seems like I was starting to remind her of my counterpart in an all-too-intimate fashion for a second there!

At the same time, I was also letting myself get lost in the feeling of the moment in a similar way that I do with the Goldie back home at times before snapping myself out of it!

This is not my Goldie! This is her counterpart!

Curse me kilts! It’s beginning to feel like I’m gonna have to constantly remind myself of that on our way back to this world’s version of Duckburg!

-

Scrooge McDuck (1987) POV:

So, this is this world’s Goldie O’Gilt!

She looks considerably younger than my world’s version of her. She must’ve found a fountain of youth at some point along the way. She also seems to be a wee bit less reserved but still just as cunning and clever as the Goldie from my world. She also seems a lot less willing to stay in one place since she just came to this social gathering from who-knows-where.

“Surprised to see me?” this world’s Goldie asked slyly.

“Surprised but still glad all the same.” I answered starting to get lost in my feelings of fondness for Goldie that this version is reminding me of.

Thankfully, I was able to snap out of it after remembering the fact that this is not my world’s Goldie!

That’s when I saw this world’s Goldie grimly frowning at me!

I’m getting a very bad feeling about this.

I instinctively checked my pocket only to realize something.

The wallet that got transported with me to this world! It’s gone!

“Looking for this?” this world’s Goldie asked still frowning grimly.

I stared at her for a brief moment caught completely by surprise.

Seems that one of the things this Goldie has in common with the Goldie from my world is that she likes pulling tricks on me.

“You’re not Scrooge.” this world’s Goldie said to me with complete certainty in her tone. “Or at least not the one I know.”

I was completely shocked by just how quickly she figured it out.

“How did you know?” I asked taken aback.

“Well, the Scrooge I know always falls for my Crocodile’s Waterworks but he always tries to keep his guard up.” this world’s Goldie explained. “I guess back at your home, you’re the one who’s trying to con your world’s version of me instead of the other way around.”

“I must confess that’s true.” I replied since I did indeed try to con Goldie out of that gold from those gold trees…only for her to trick me instead with the fact that the gold was on her land while only the trees were on mine. “Although you always manage to trick me instead.”

This world’s Goldie smiled at that last bit before saying, “I have plenty of experience traveling to other dimensions. So, I’m not out of my depth here.”

“Are you going to help me and my other self get back to our home dimensions?” I asked hoping that this Goldie’s experience with traveling to other dimensions will help a great deal.

“Of course.” Goldie replied in a slightly more solemn but still sly manner. “After all, what fun would conning people be if I can’t do it to my Scrooge?”

I found myself glad that this world’s Goldie is going to help.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ms. Beakley staring at Goldie and especially me with an incredibly stern and angry glare!

“Hello, Ms. Beakley.” I said nervously. “Just so you know, the Goldie here decided she is going to help me and my other self.”

“That thief?” Ms. Beakley asked skeptically looking at this world’s Goldie.

“I think I liked you better when you were locked in that closet.” this world’s Goldie said coyly.

This world’s Ms. Beakley seemed to grit her teeth at that remark before turning to me and saying, “Also, what were you thinking wandering off?!”

“My apologies, Ms. Beakley.” I replied. “But this Goldie’s experience with traveling to other dimensions should help me and my other self out of this situation.”

This world’s Ms. Beakley stared at this world’s Goldie for a very long moment before sighing and saying, “Fine. You make a fair point.”

Ms. Beakley then looked at the exit and said, “I think we should leave. The social gathering is almost already over-”

Suddenly, the doors were pushed open and in the room walked…Flintheart Glomgold?!

“Hello, Scrooge McDuck!” Glomgold shouted with an incredibly eccentric tone!

He looks quite different to the one I know. And he seems a lot more over-the-top than the other Glomgold!

This world’s Glomgold then looked at Goldie and said with an abnoxious and…flirtatious tone, “And hello there, Goldie.”

Is this world’s Glomgold in love with Goldie?! I think I’m going to vomit!

“What are you doing here?” this world’s Goldie asked in an irritated tone.

“To see you, my sweet.” Glomgold replied flirtatiously. “Also, to rob the place with henchmen I offered to split the profits with.”

On queue, several henchman entered the room.

This included a hawk in a black suit who got behind one of the mics and said, “Attention, everyone! This is a robbery. Kindly hand over all of your cash and valuables and no one gets hur-”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! This is my operation! So, I make the announcement!” Glomgold cut him off before stealing the mic. “Do…exactly what he said.”

The hawk in the black suit grumbled, “He’s almost as bad as Mark Beaks.”

I don’t know who this Mark Beaks is. But he sounds difficult to deal with.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed this world’s Goldie sending a “text message” (this world’s versions of my family described to me as “letters sent digitally rather than through normal transport”) to someone she calls “Sharpie”.

I didn’t have time to think about it because when one of the robbers tried to collect my money, I knocked him out.

Then, a fight started to ensue!

The way this world’s Goldie fights is a wee bit different from my world’s Goldie. She seems to prefer a fight up-close over a gunfight.

She seems to be holding her own against the hawk in the black suit and a few of the other henchmen.

I was pitted against a woman who turns out to be a warrior monk. She’s definitely great with her blades.

The fight went for several minutes until it abruptly came to a stop when someone yelled, “Wait!”

I turned to the source and it was none other than…Louie?!

When and how did he get here?!

I looked over at at this world’s Goldie and saw her smiling at me while pointing at her phone.

Louie is the “Sharpie” she texted earlier?!

“Just how much did Glomgold say you were getting for this whole thing?” Louie asked all the robbers mischievously.

I see what he’s doing! He’s trying to turn them against each other! I just hope it works!

“He said we were each going to get an even split of the profits.” the hawk in the black suit replied to Louie.

“Right. Silly me. I should’ve known that it would take a mastermind to come up with a scheme where they get all the profits while the rest of you are left with nothing.” Louie said no doubt setting the bait for Glomgold to reveal his real plan.

“What?! I’ll have you know that I was planning to betray them and take all the money for myself and…” Glomgold stopped realizing his mistake as his henchmen angrily walked towards him. “…I can explain.”

“You were planning to double-cross us?!” the hawk in the black suit said furiously! “I take back what I said earlier. You’re even worse than Mark Beaks!”

The henchmen then proceeded to beat Glomgold up.

And while they were distracted, me and Goldie were able to knock them out.

“Louie…” I began walking up to him still processing the fact that Louie is apparently associated with Goldie somehow in this dimension.

The triplets back home were always mischievous. But they were never quite at Goldie’s level when it comes to trickery. However, this world’s Louie seems to be a different story. He seems to be much more of a trickster than his 2 brothers here in this dimension. And that went on to impress this world’s Goldie.

Goldie then walked up to me and told me in a surprisingly solemn tone, “We had a connection ever since we conned Doofus Drake during his birthday party.”

“Ahem.” We all heard and turned to see Ms. Beakley. “Sir, I think we should head back to the manor.”

“Very well, Ms. Beakley.” I replied.

As me, Goldie, Louie and Ms. Beakley we’re headed to the limo, I asked Goldie, “You haven’t been taking Louie to help you con people, have you?”

“Not often. In fact, Doofus Drake was the only one until now. After all, the people I like to con are pretty dangerous most of the time and even I have to be careful.” Goldie explained. “I let him help this time because he has experience conning Glomgold and also I decided I wanted to show another version of Scroogey Sharpie in action.”

“I see.” I turned to look at Louie and walked towards Louie and patting his head. “Thanks, lad.”

“Your welcome.” Louie replied smiling proudly while also rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

Goldie, Louie and I began to chat amongst each other. I was a wee bit surprised and also astonished to learn how much they grew to care about each other as if they were aunt and nephew.

But we soon put the conversation to an abrupt end as soon as we remembered I am not their world’s Scrooge and they are not my world’s Goldie and Louie.

Notes: Ok. This chapter was made in celebration of the 70th Anniversary of Carl Barks’s story Back To The Klondike and Goldie O’Gilt’s first appearance. Credit belongs to @goldiejake11 for making that fact known to me in her HAPPY (ALMOST) 70TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE KLONDIKE QUEEN HERSELF - GLITTERING O’GILT post that she posted this January and also to @pick-and-shovel-laborer since I probably could never have found it if they haven’t reblogged it. Me including Louie in this was inspired by @boingodigitalart’s drawing of Scrooge, Goldie and Louie standing side by side together that he posted on Tumblr. So, credit belongs to him for that and also to @lettheladylead and @pick-and-shovel-laborer since I probably could never have found it if they haven’t reblogged it.

[sunshine-witches]

A Love Like This

Chapter Two: The Compound 

3rd Person POV

 Kol started driving towards the Mikaelson Compound

“Where are we going?” Dex asked, looking over at Kol

“That's a surprise.” Kol said looking over at Dex 

All he wanted to do at that moment was kiss her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t; he didn’t want to ruin this friendship because he would rather be daggered than not have Dex by his side. Soon I was pulling up to the compound where his siblings lived. 

“Fair warning, one of my brothers is mad at me.” Kol said 

Kol got out of the car and walked over to Dex’s side and opened her door for her

“I can open my own door.” Dex said, laughing 

“Not allowed.”

 Kol smiled at Dex before he grabbed their hand and they walked inside where Rebaca and Klause were fighting.

“You can’t just dagger our brother!” Rebekah yelled. 

“I’ll pull it out before Monday.” Klause said, waving his hand in dismissal.

“Kol.” Dex said, looking up at him. 

“Oh look, Kol brought a human home.” Klause said.

“She’s my best friend, so please, have some respect for her.” Kol said. 

Klause vamp-speeded over to Kol, pushing him into a wall with a dagger in his hand. Dex reacted to the attack almost immediately, rushed over them, and used her powers to push Klause against the opposite wall. She used her powers, pressing an invisible force into Klause, pinning him to the wall. 

“Don’t touch him. Unless you, an original hybrid, wants to be beaten by another Darlington Witch” She threatened before running back over to Kol.

“Kol! Are you okay?” Dex asked, worried about her friend.

Kol blinked in surprise, trying to process what had happened.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But you have powers.” 

“I thought I told you…” Dex said.

“No you didn’t, I’m also guessing the last name Darlington isn’t Coincidence.

“Yeah, I guess it isn’t…”

Rebekah spoke up “So you brought a Darlington Witch into the Compound!? Kol what were you thinking!?”

“Well I obviously didn’t know! Besides, why does it matter? They’re my friend and I trust them!”

Rebekah gave a somewhat confused look.

“They?”

“Dex uses she/they pronouns”

“Oh, ok.” Rebekah nodded “Regardless, why did you bring them here?” She turned to Dexyn. “And what do you mean ‘another Darlington Witch’?”

“My grandma got into a fight with Klause when she was younger and she told me stories about it and about the Mikaelsons. At first, I thought it may have just been a coincidence. That was, until I saw Klause. My ancestors’ fights aren’t mine so if you’re worried that I have a problem with your family, you’re wrong. But I’m not just going to let my best friend get daggered on my watch.”

Rebekah chuckled and smiled as she turned to Kol “I like this one. Can we keep her?”

Kol laughed “I sure hope so. Hopefully we haven’t scared her off… have we?” Kol said, turning to Dex.

Dex laughed “Oh hun, it’s funny that you think you can get rid of me that easily”

They all laughed and Elijah entered the room. 

"Oh, hello Dexyn" Elijah said when he saw her.

"Elijah! Hey, how are you? It's been a long time since we saw each other last."

"Indeed it has. I am doing fine. I believe the last time we saw each other was when your parents renewed their vows, correct?"

"Oh yeah. I guess that was the last time. It feels like so long ago" 

They casually conversated as the other Mikaelsons stood there, extremely confused. 

Kol was the first to speak up. 

"Wait a minute. You know each other?!"

Dex laughed and Elijah chuckled lightly. 

"I've known Dexyn's parents since before she was born. I was at their wedding and l've been good friends with them since they were Dexyn's age. Dexyn has know that I'm a vampire from the time they could understand the word 'vampire'" 

Klause seemed very upset by this, Rebekah was relatively calm with the situation, and Kol was very confused. 

Klause yelled, stepping forward, "And you didn't think to tell us this!!"

Elijah turned to address his brother. 

"Well, for one, you never asked. And for two, there's a reason why I didn't mention it before. Do you think I want to deal with all of this drama?"

“Let me get this right, my best friend knows my older brother?” Kol asked, confused. 

“I would hope I know my Godfather.” Dex laughed.

“GODFATHER!?” Klause shouted. 

"Let's all stop shouting before we wake the little one.” Rebekah said.

“Yes, I like that idea. I brought her here so they wouldn’t be stuck in the dorm tonight alone.” Kol said, grabbing Dex’s hand and starting to walk towards the stairs.

Once they got into Kol's room, he shut the door and sighed, still trying to process what had happened. 

"Ok, so let's make sure I've got this correct… you know Elijah. He's your Godfather. You're a witch, a Darlington Witch. And you are very powerful…?"

Dex nodded as he spoke, sitting down on Kol’s bed. 

"Yep, pretty much." They said once Kol finished.

Kol took a deep breath and sat down on the bed next to Dex. 

"That’s…. A lot" Kol sighed and pulled Dexyn into a hug. She hugged back and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in as she relaxed into Kol's arms. 

Kol pulled back and saw tears forming in his friend's eyes as she looked downward, avoiding eye contact. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern as he reached his hand to cup her cheek, turning her face to look him in the eyes. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" He said softly stroking their cheek with his thumb.

Dex took a very shaky breath before responding.

"I don't know…" she said, her voice small. She blinked, causing the tears she'd been holding back to come rushing out, streaming down her face.

Kol's expression softened as he pulled her into another hug, her head resting on his chest, as they cried into his shirt. 

Kol stroked their hair softly as he rubbed her back saying, "It's okay, you don't have to hold it in, alright? If you need to cry, just cry."

That's what did it for Dex. She immediately started sobbing, holding Kol's shirt tightly, collapsing into his embrace.

They stayed like this until Kol felt Dex's breath start to even out and her relaxing further into him as she fell asleep. 

[boct-kimerakal]

your name is literally hawkes talon

what the hell. bird.

this (and like 8 other lore dumps) has been sitting in my drafts for so long... just throw it out there with the tag so i can keep track.

i think a lot about the waiting world (original lore world! no way!) but i just never talk about it anywhere. EXCEPT when i try to spew it into my notes.. now the problem with notes, is that it just feels so tedious to type things out there? it’s much smoother on this platform, who knows why (the font and formatting soothe me..)

anyways, i’m here to talk about the background / basics anji-ola punk rockstar serving major aggro daily. need to write the scattered notes (vague ideas..) somewhere because the toyhouse profile is so horrendously long already

okay, expect a lot of REALLY bad world-building in a ‘notes for later’ style. really simple & kinda lame rn.

background first? hawkes is kondhani which is one of the? sixty-three... ethnic groups in anji-ola i intend to develop. thinking about it so hard. it’s one of ethnicities with the most diaspora communities, so you tend to get [insert location name here]-kondhan when askin’ - hawkes specifically would be denovo-kondhan.. hmmm. kondhani was up until recently a nomadic culture and in the wake of the mandated settlement no real kondhani “homeland” (like, a heartland or significantly large-enough settlement by government standards?) emerged? unlike, eg, the dysikkin majority being located surrounding dangsahana and the people being associated with the denovijihari region.

hm. both groups are similar in that they were never associated with a particular nation / organised behind any form of leadership, they emerged as socio-cultural entity after the breakdown of the kodyssi thalassocracy and the people diffused across the rest of the landmass (which i HAVE NOT named) <- i say this not knowing a THING about how these categorisation systems work, it’s just a best guess? do correct me if i’m horribly wrong with my word choices.. ehrm! that out of the way!

ALSO. punk rockstar is an approximation. there really isn’t a punk culture + musical genre in anji-ola - nor do rockstars even exist, because rock music is a culture thing. believe it or not. there is nothing in anji-ola that could act as prelude to this culture. (something, something? the ubiquity of rock music in this era due to the present western culture hegemony? dunno.. but the term’s a good way to set an Expectation for hawkes and her music) that said. pondering my orb. electrical technology is a thing and has been applied to music relatively similarly? HRRM.

time to answer the ‘why can she beat you up?’ question. (sigh.. my main issue with worldbuilding is! ugh! describing the hard-to-articulate parts. i need visual elements, sigh... but like, come on man.. i have to DRAW it? myself?) anyways, hawkes has perfected a form of kondhani dance that imitates physical fighting! but pretty. problem is i haven’t named it yet or really messed with the overall tradition behind it. and in my mind there’s a specific look to it, an aesthetic uniqueness. i’ll have to hammer out the logistics of it all..

the art form is considered more in the realm of dance than martial arts though! but i figure there isn’t as big a distinction in the context of anji-ola.. they’re codified more as physical training traditions? but ugh, i haven’t done my research so take these as notes for my future self (hopefully, a future self that actually DID THE WORK)

lastly. the reason hawkes wears red so aggressively is it’s a celebration colour in kondhani culture and usually worn to funerals & weddings in kondhani tradition (but there are no taboos on dressing casually in red!) by the close ones of the deceased / newly weds respectively. ehrrrm hm. yea.

character stuff next time. probably rant it up with trick too.

[nerdgatehobbit]

5/16/24

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these- well over a month, I think. Oops. Well, first off, I have finished the Belle Mirrorverse book; it was darker than I expected but I think it did a good job of putting a new twist on the 1991 film.

I’ll probably read my library books next, although for Reasons I’m going to wait until the 25th to read Night Watch. Lately, I’ve also been using the library to skim the ER TV series (AKA only watching the special features because I’m a wuss). I’ve taken a handful of screencaps that I might end up posting here.

Confession time: I skipped an episode of the new ATLA show because I’d heard about the changes to Bumi’s characterization and I did not want to see it. Which was extra frustrating because I like Utkarsh Ambudkar from his role on CBS Ghosts and I think he would have been great as a more cartoon-faithful version of Bumi. So I’ve scheduled a weekly Jay post for this summer. Back to the new ATLA show: it was a mixed bag for me but I will probably watch the next seasons.

While I have no plans to watch Bridgerton, I clearly have not been immune to the pretty gifsets, especially when they feature Simone Ashley’s character. Similarly, I’ve enjoyed some fan content of The Owl House but right now my media backlog is big enough I’m not likely to get around to it any time soon.

Movie-wise, I rewatched Love & Friendship on the 4th and BATB 2022 on the 5th. Because I needed some comfort movie content. I ought to watch some movies I haven’t seen, like The Mummy, Sense & Sensibility 2024, or Chess in Concert. Hopefully I’ll have made the time to watch them by the end of the summer.

I’m still greatly enjoying Static Shock, Leverage, and The Librarians. They’re all fun shows with great characters and interesting storylines. My posting priority has been Static Shock, but I might end up posting more The Librarians content over the summer. Side note: I’ve learned that ER actor Eriq La Salle directed an episode of The Librarians so that’ll be fun when I reach season 4.

There’s been quite a bit of overlap between Leverage, The Librarians, and Star Trek so far, with more on the way. I know Jeri Ryan is about to be a reoccurring character on Leverage, for example. There’s also some XWP overlap, which would be surprising given that XWP was filmed on the other side of the Pacific except I’ve already seen overlap between Disney-era Power Rangers & Stargate.

On the other hand, I’m not really into ST TNG despite being at the start of the third season. I guess I’m primarily a ST DS9 fan. I don’t know why the show isn’t clicking for me, but it isn’t. Maybe it’s just that I’m more into the other 3 shows and I don’t have the bandwidth for a fourth? I feel bad because I know it’s an important show to a lot of people but it’s looking like I’m not going to be one of them at this point. It’s extra frustrating because I do like the characters but the show as a whole just isn’t gelling for me and I don’t understand why.

With its upcoming 20th anniversary, I’ll probably schedule a daily SGA post throughout July. I might similarly get Power Rangers off my back burner for August. Part of me does want to check out the newer seasons, but my to-watch pile is massive enough without adding them. Especially since the end of August will see the return of The Rings of Power.

I think I need to do these posts more regularly, otherwise they end up sprawling like this. This spring has been a Lot, though. Hopefully everyone’s summer will be calmer.

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 12/16/2022

It’s Friday, Friday, gonna get down on Friday. But also, today is 5 months...

This blog post will likely be shorter since there was not a whole lot that happened today. I did run again this morning, that was nice. Mostly recovered from the fall (lol). The usual work, meetings, PS for breakfast. I really need to be better about eating out, but I just really do not like cooking. And it’s the convenience, plus it’s delicious. Anyway, future Madison’s problem I guess. 

I was supposed to go on campus to submit receipts for reimbursement, but that didn’t happen because I forgot it was a minimum day. I was supposed to do that yesterday, but I had a work meeting that conflicted with the time that I needed to be there. The struggle is real. Hopefully I will be able to go after break, but if not, it’s just a couple hundred dollars. The kiddos are worth it.

I did have a bit of a moment today. For some reason ATT (I updated the account info a while back) shut off the internet. I had to call and try and get that situated. Issue was that I had no idea what your security questions were. You always were so good about your passwords, etc. Anyway, luckily I eventually figured it out, well, I figured out how to get into your account to pay it. Just not something I needed today. That and the fact that they have my bone scan results and they’re refusing to disclose until I am authorized all over again to be seen by the oral surgeon’s office... Why? I already was authorized so the fact that they’re making me wait longer to disclose this information is wild. I had a good cry as pictured below. It was one of the ones where I try not to hate myself. Super healthy stuff all around.  

Today I had my buddy Wil’s holiday party! He has truly been an incredible friend. I appreciate him so much. He was the one who took me to see Iron Maiden, and came with me to see Dwllers. He is also going to see Badflower with me in March! Likely, at least. He was also the reason why I ended up with Paisley. I wanted to do something nice for him, so I got his a gift certificate to the shop where I got Pais from, and then some chocolate and a card. I made him open it before the party because I was too excited about it (you know how it goes #chrimah). Also, I hate that people assume that a man and a woman hanging out is a date. Sometimes it’s just two really good friends that enjoy each other's company. Either way, this even was SUPER fun. I met a lot of really great people, ate a lot of really good food, and it was overall a fun time. Highlights would be the fact that they gave a shit about my gluten allergy and were very accommodating. Also, Wil and I made paper airplanes out of the drink tickets and then were trying to throw them into a cup. 

If you are wondering where this event was, it was at Island Prime. Likely one of the fancier restaurants in San Diego. Not sure if I’ll be invited back, but it was fun while it lasted. 

Wil had picked me up, so he dropped me back off at home, and I quickly changed into sweats and played a little guitar. Then, it was bed time. I am wiped!

Plus, I have a SUPER busy day tomorrow. Why do I do this to myself?

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

You would have LOVED this dress on me. You have seen it before, but, it looked really cute tonight. 

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[sunghun]

enhypen as your best friend

requested; yep :p

warnings; mentions of food in jay and niki’s, minor mention of bullying in sunghoon’s

note; this took me so long to write 😭😭writer’s block is truly a bitch, but hopefully i’ll be posting more often in the near future!!

희승 - heeseung;

for some reason i see him as being that low-key annoying hipster friend

that you lovingly put up with <3

has a song for you to listen for literally every occasion

he’s also the friend that makes you wonder how he even survives

bc you swear he just never sleeps??

you could text him at any time

and he always answers within a few minutes

so either he has some kind of sixth sense for when you wanna talk to him

or he has no life and is always awake waiting for you to message him

and ofc you like to tease him about it

“wow heeseung i didn’t know you were so obsessed with me”

“well i can’t let you have another breakdown at 3am by yourself now can i”

touché

you guys also go on lots of platonic ‘dates’

so many midnight coffee runs

and you’ll just sit on a bench in some park and talk until the sun is coming up

the best friend that’s always there for you

제이 - jay;

the grandpa friend <3

always complains about being out too late

scolds you if you do anything dangerous

impromptu lectures on life even tho he’s like the same age as you

but you know he only does it bc he cares <3

if you’re nervous about doing smth he’ll immediately offer to do it with you or for you

but also encourages you to go out on your own and do things for yourself :))

likes to use you as his “guinea pig” when testing out a new recipe for something

which you honestly don’t mind bc his cooking is just chef’s kiss tbh

definitely the friend who just buys stuff for you

“here.”

“what’s this?”

“that necklace i saw you looking at in the store for like 5 minutes”

he’s low-key kinda tsundere about it sometimes tho

“hey y/n what do you want?”

“oh no i’m good i didn’t bring any money.”

“did i ask if you brought money?”

“but-“

“What Do You Want?”

so yeah

even if he’s a lil rough around the edges

at the end of the day you both know that you’d do anything for each other

the best friend you can always count on

제이크 - jake;

being besties with jake means you question why you’re friends with such a dumbass

legit has the humor of a 12 year old boy like the amount of stupid memes he sends you…

rip my dude

but he’s also the sweetest guy you know so!!

i guess that evens it out

comes over so often he practically lives at ur house

like he just worms his way into your family so subtly

suddenly it’s not a complete family reunion if jake isn’t there

but you also like to hangout at coffee shops/cafes!!

especially the aesthetic looking ones

ur number 1 hypeman

takes the best pics of you for ur social media

“yes y/n! work it bro!”

lots of sleepovers where you’ll stay up watching movies or playing video games until the sun is coming up

you guys probably volunteer at a pet shelter too

and you have to talk jake out of adopting every single dog there almost daily

even if you don’t physically see each other every day

you still text and call each other every day

bc the two of really are like family to each other

the best friend that makes you feel loved no matter what

성훈 - sunghoon;

to this day people still wonder how you and sunghoon are friends

bc like. you’re just so opposite??

plus when you first met you both hated each other

and for literally no reason too

but one day you guys found out there was some dickhead bully at school that you both hated more than you hated each other

like they’re just talking shit about you until suddenly sunghoon walks up and starts defending you?? like what universe did you land in

but anyways ever since then you two got closer and now you’re bffs

people mistake you for a couple all the time mostly bc you’re the only person sunghoon will allow to hold his hand

he isn’t the most affectionate person but if you are he’ll begrudgingly allow you to cuddle up to him when you watch a movie

is so so so observant

which means he always gets you the best gifts

lots of hanging out at the mall bc you both enjoy people watching

so you’ll usually get some coffee and then just sit on a bench and rate people’s outfits

when you guys first started hanging out sunghoon was pretty shy

but the more you got to know each other the more he came out of his shell

and now he tends to match ur energy <3

the best friend that always understands you

선우 - sunoo;

the best bff you ask for

literally the first person you tell anything to

if you’re there you can bet sunoo isn’t far off

the two of you haven’t gone a day without speaking since you became friends

and you both love making fun of each other

all in the name of love, ofc <3

lots of good natured bickering and fake arguing

you guys go on lots of walks and like to have little picnics

and weekly movie/drama nights are definitely a thing

where sunoo will catch you up on the latest rumors and gossip around school during the boring parts of whatever you’re watching

you two also call each other pet names a lot

whether it be normal ones like babe or weird, over the top ones like snuggle bunny-poo

he also likes to randomly surprise you with flowers every once in a while

just because <3

you guys know everything about each other and know that you can always trust the other with your secrets

the best friend that you sometimes wish was more

정원 - jungwon;

is basically ur adopted sibling whether you like it or not

he can either be your favorite person or the person u loathe the most

he lives next door so you both are at each other’s house constantly

and your mom may or may not low-key like him more 3

which he loves to rub in ur face /3

but it’s okay bc maeumi likes you more <3

which you love to rub in his face <33

you both like to go on ‘adventures’ whether it’s going to mcdonald’s at 3 am

or exploring the woods by your house in the middle of the day with a backpack that only has a couple juice boxes and some fruit snacks in it

you also build pillow forts in rooms all the time!!

bc it makes the sleepover experience 10x better, can confirm

he’s always the first person you send the weird videos you find late at night to, and vice versa

and you both love to give each other random little gifts from time to time even if they seem really weird to other people

sooooo many inside jokes

the best friend that you know you’ll always have

니키 - niki;

literally the most annoying person u know

u call him brat affectionately <3

and he calls you his grandparent not affectionately 3 (jk jk)

bc even if you’re the same age or younger than him

i can assure you he is going to tease you about your age/the way you act

also you both will occasionally ghost each other for a few weeks

like sometimes to the point where ppl wonder if you’re still even friends

but when they ask ur like “wdym we’re literally bffs??”

and then continue to talk like nothing ever happened

you guys make fun of each other all. the. time.

lovingly of course, but still

like you guys will be at a thrift shop or smth

and riki will find the most horrendous looking stuffed animal there and buy it

and when you ask him why he got such an ugly thing he’ll just be like

“bc it reminded me of you! ^-^”

jokes on him tho bc a few weeks go by and suddenly he can’t sleep without it so

also lots of park hangouts in the evenings!!

especially in the summer like you guys will get some ice cream or popsicles and just hang out at a playground

pushing each other on the swings or seeing how long you both can hang on the monkey bars

the best friend that makes you feel like you never have to grow up

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grow with me, grow with you (f.w.)

💌 : fred adores the things you adore... even if it means being a plant dad. (that it gets him excited to one day thinking he’ll hopefully be a father to your children) 📝 word count: 902 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 silly (but maybe sweet?) fluff / timeline is set after the war / reader isn’t necessarily written to be chinese but does have chinese traits/beliefs (bc i’m chinese lol) 💬: as a mother of four money plants... yes... 🌿

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the sight fred’s granted with is one that he can’t quite wrap his head around (despite being somewhat fond of herbology, when things escape the realm of magic, it’s tricky). he wants to help but he feels like his way of helping is staying out of your way, watching as you put together two pots–wait those are bowls–of... “what’s that?”

he already feels his heart swooning at the way your eyes twinkle up to him as you hold them up. they’re a pair of orange bowls, both with plants sprouting from them. he remains seated by his office desk, resting his chin in his palm as you approach him to let him see what they are. he’s seen them before, around your shared home, your parents’ home, even a couple of your friends but he has never questioned them before. until now, when you place one bowl on george’s table, and the other onto his table, right next to a photo frame of fred’s favourite photograph of the both of you during summer break.

“this is a money plant.”

fred places his pen, raising his brow, “does it–(grow money?)”you quickly reach over the table and slap your hand over his mouth, “no, it doesn’t.”

he snorts against your palm, peeling it off his face so he can give you a tug so you would walk around the table. you comply, standing by his chair until he shifts back and pulls you to sit on his lap. as he hooks his chin on your shoulder, he watches as you lure the bowl closer so fred can have a look.

“so they just... grow in water?”

“yep,” you nod, hands circling the orange bowl.

he makes a sound. “won’t they drown?”

“well... they’re under a category of plants that can grow in water, which is different to the ones that grow in soil. but that doesn’t mean these can’t grow in soil, either.”

“...”

“have i lost you, freddie?”

he scoffs a laugh and buries his face to your neck, “it’s like herbology all over again...”

you nudge the bowl to the side, so that your hands are able to rub over his arms hooking you down. “it doesn’t matter, you just have to make sure you refill the water when it gets low and i’ll come by to clean it from time to time.”

he peeks up with pursued lips. “is there a reason why you have this specific plant in here?”

“well...” you hesitate for a moment, but with fred imploring you with his curious, wide eyes and the kind of aura that ensures you he’ll never judge you for anything, you cave in. “it’s a bit silly, but don’t laugh, okay?”

he uses a free hand to imitate zipping his lips.

“like the name, these money plants are believed to bring good luck for businesses and... you know, money. my parents believes in them and naturally, i do too. whether it does bring in money or not, it’s always comforted me when i get stressed so maybe they could offer the same to you, too.”

you grow conscious when fred’s all silent, though he’s smiling, you can’t quite capture what he’s thinking. it makes you press your lips together and lightly pat on his arm around your waist, chuckling awkwardly.

“i told you it was silly,”

he shakes his head and presses a kiss to your shoulder, “that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me.”

“you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“certainly am not... though, i can if you’d like.”

at fred’s hidden innuendo, it makes you gasp, “freddie!”

“what? do the plants have eyes?”

“freddie, they’re plants, not animals.”

“guess we won’t have a problem then.”

((fred notices you’ve disappeared into his office for a few good minutes, so he’s decided to come check on you. he reaches his office and looms by the door, peeking through the crack to see you placing–what he assumes to be cleaned plants–onto his table with a small smile.

then he overhears: “grow up to be strong and healthy, okay? give freddie and good ol’ george blooming business.” he tries not to laugh, but hearing your laugh to your own childishness almost gets him to crack. “that’s silly. but i mean it, okay? they’ve worked so hard, and you will too, to grow.”

just as you gently pat the leaves and move to stand up straight, your head lifts to the door to see... “h-how long have you been standing there?”

fred smirks. “enough to hear you sweet talking to the plants instead of me.”

“...i hear talking kindly to your plants will help them grow.”

fred doesn’t know why, but for some reason fred imagines that one day, you’ll be talking kindly to the children the both of you could potentially share. it makes his heart full just thinking about it, even though he knows his silence is making you anxious, mind jumping to conclusions.

at his silence, and the way his cheeks start to blush at the thought of starting a family with you, it was your turn to get curious.

“what’re you thinking about, freddie?”

he clears his throat, blinking a couple of times to return to being in this reality with you. he takes a step back, shaking his head, “n-nothing. i’ll leave you be now.”

“wait! i wanna know, i wanna know!”

fred makes a bolt for it.))

[shotorozu]

encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

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kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

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