#i am just in a really bad spot right now. may have lost a friend

[zukoandtheoc]

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Hallo again! I am the one who asked about Val, it wasn't a request I was asking if you write for him so here we go!

Could it please be where reader is Valentino's son ( or just child if you don't write for male reader ) and Valentino can't find someone to trust-worthy to babysit his son so he just take him to work since reader is non-verbal anyway and won't be much of a bother?

So reader now comes regularly with him and see the other Vees as family. Perhaps Vox as another dad/uncle and Velvette as a big sister ( or any family role for them ).

Thank you for giving a look to my request!

Ooh! Right! Okay, okay. I can try this out. To be honest, Val is a monster but something tells me he wouldn’t be THAT bad with a kid of his own and yes, I do write male readers. Female, male, transgender, genderfluid(if that’s possible, idk how but I would do it anyway), nonbinary/GN! But anyways. Let’s try Val out as a dad!

Valentino- Silkworm Caterpillar

Everybody who knows the director of the Pentagram City’s Porn Industry, Valentino, is aware how much of a bastard he is; cruel, abusive, exploitative but nobody had ever suspected that he would actually one: have a son and two: treat that son better than he’s ever treated anybody, even his on-and-off boyfriend, Vox

Your dad’s an insufferable man-child but yet, he is actually pretty good with you. He doesn’t really like much things, other than you. He is awful but he feels kinda soft and fluffy whilst he is around you. You’re basically his soft spot

Valentino needs hugs and he will get them, no matter what may step in his path. You are non-verbal and mute so he cannot communicate with you properly, he just acts on his affections for you since he believes it’s fine

Valentino is that type of wingman-father. He always encourages you to get out of your comfort zone and boosts you up to look even better. He’s a close friend to you and you can hang out with him in casual settings where it almost seems like he is just your uncle, not your father

Valentino always offers to get you what you want, he is a father that spoils his seed rotten. Want a drink? He’ll get it. Want a phone? He’ll get it. Want more hugs? You’re getting them rather you want ‘em or not. He likes it when you smile and he does very much have favouritism towards you, where he almost never raises his voice to you

Valentino is actually protective, believe it or not and he is defensive over his son. Rather said son be above ten years old, he doesn’t trust a single being in Hell. Not anybody in Vees, not any under their luck bum he picks up for hire, not any one of his assistants. Nobody. He doesn’t ever want to leave you with somebody who can cause a threat

Valentino doesn’t really want to resort to this but after some more time. He decides to stop leaving you in the Vees Tower. You’re alone and you need him so he begins to bring you to his porn studios but what he does is that he glues you to other devices so you don’t have to be uncomfortable with watching pornography

Valentino is relatively soft and gentle. Even somebody as deranged and sick as him has a moment of love and affection and it’s in his son. He could be the most pissed off and at his absolute worse but when he is greeted by his offspring, he swallows back everything to be doting to you

Valentino calls you his silkworm because you’re a little caterpillar to him. He’s the moth, you’re his caterpillar and he’d pop you on his back and spread his wings for you if he had to. He enjoys your reaction of surprise and awe at his rather beautiful moth wings. He can understand where it comes from, it’s incredible. Isn’t it? He likes it when you’re proud of him or in awe of him

Valentino is aware of your deafness. You’ve been deaf since he had you… back in human life. Believe it or not, but he did and he actually cared to get you hearing aids but after you two died, he lost a hold of hearing aids and he has literally no other methods to help you

Valentino also much prefers you like the Vees themselves and the effort proves worth it since you end up viewing his on-and-off boyfriend, Vox as a stepfather and Velvette, their close friend, as a surrogate big sister. Valentino finds your point of views on his fellow rulers rather adorable and will playfully tease you about them

Valentino is learning sign language, since now of this time, sign language has been fully developed but he is struggling and his temper makes him go from trying to giving up to trying again. He’ll get there eventually, all for you

Valentino out here doing aggressive sign language and failing a whole lot

[chosowarmer]

Choso x Tailor!Reader [18+]

transgender!man choso [non-op] ; transgender!male reader ; semi-public sex ; nipple play ; eating out ; fingering ; 3.7k wc

After getting lost in the boutique, Choso is a bit relieved when you come and introduce yourself as a guide of sorts for the place. After helping him pick out clothes and complimenting him, he can't help but wonder what the odd feeling in his chest was and why he wanted to meet you again so bad.

A/N: took a break from a nanami fic to write about choso !! i love him so bad

“Agh…. Yuji…”

Choso watched as Yuji waddled off with his friends, leaving his older brother behind. He had never been to this boutique before and it was pretty vast. Every aisle looked the same to him, and it felt impossible to navigate.

Still holding the shopping basket Yuji had handed him, Choso turned his attention back to the line of hung clothes in front of him. Maybe he could try to keep looking himself and by the time he was done, his little brother would be back to help him out. 

With a huff, he sifted through the garments, thinking of which ones may be a good fit for him. Although, most of what he found didn’t appeal to him at all, and the ones that did weren’t even a proper size for him. 

After pulling out another shirt with a weird graphic on it, he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed. With his little brother still not back yet he takes to wandering the aisles, hoping to find his way out. Every sign seemed to only direct him towards another clothing section for him to explore which was mildly nice to pick out things he liked, he would’ve much preferred to be out of here already. After walking past the shoes department for what felt like the third time in a row and growing more frustrated, he jumped in surprise at hearing a sudden voice behind him. 

“Hi there, sir, is there anything I can help you with today?” 

You had been watching him walking back and forth, muttering something under his breath like he was lost or something. Most other days, you’d leave customers like that alone unless they came to bother you directly, but you were having a good day today and he was pretty cute; might as well get a chance away from folding clothes to talk to an attractive guy. 

He eyed you wearily, holding the clothes in his arms closer to him. You tilted your head, a polite smile still on your face but now slightly confused from this guy’s silence. Maybe you should’ve kept to folding and putting clothes away and let him stay lost. 

You’re ready to excuse yourself when he finally says something.

“Who are you?”

Ah? That’s what had him so quiet? You bite your tongue, still keeping to your polite mannerisms lest your boss reprimand you. You wave a hand in front of your name tag that sat right above the boutique’s logo in plain sight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that, sir, I should’ve introduced myself first,” Even if it was obvious you worked there, “I’m Y/n, I'm the tailor's apprentice here. I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, and thought to stop and ask if you needed any assistance.”

He squints at you, the mark across his face slightly creasing. It’d be more endearing if this conversation were going the way you had wanted it to. 

“You were watching me?”

Okay, yeah, now you were really regretting not minding your own business.

“No, no, sir, I’m sorry if it seemed like that! As an employee here, I’m just trained to spot any lost customers and guide them. You are lost, aren’t you?”

Thankfully for you, this seems to alleviate some of the concerns he had about you as he nods, scratching his neck. 

“Oh.. yeah. I think I am, I was trying to find the way out of here, but…” 

He trails off, looking away, but you get what he means. The regular customers know their way around here, but for any newcomers, it’s pretty confusing. You haven’t seen anyone like him before, and it’s not like your co-workers have mentioned a guy like him coming in here. You flash a smile.

“Of course, sir, follow me.”

As he walks alongside you, you remember the clothes he’s holding in his arms. You weren’t sure if he had bought those yet, considering he was still lost all the way here, but it would be pretty ugly to assume he didn’t if he actually did…

“Oh, and did you need a bag for those, by the way, sir?”

You nod towards the garments in his hand, which makes him frown. 

“Ah… mm… No, I should put these back.”

“Oh! Did you change your mind?”

He nods, giving a frustrated huff, “My brother was helping me look for new clothes, ‘n after he left, I tried to pick out new ones too, but I don’t think I like any of them.”

You should just walk him to the exit and send him on his way. Especially after the earlier awkward conversation. But…

You glance back at him; he was still pretty cute, and whatever hostility he had earlier seems to have gone away or at least faded. If you went about it right, maybe you could get his number out of this…

“Oh, well, if you’d like, I’d love to assist you in picking out new clothes, if you’re still interested in shopping here.”

He blinks before thinking it over, muttering to himself, “I do need some new clothes.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, I’d… find that helpful, thank you.”

“Of course.”

.♡. 

“You think it’s nice?”

Having exited from the small dressing room, Choso examined himself in the mirror before turning to you for your opinion, seeing as you were an expert in clothing to him. 

You had already helped him pick out some casual clothing to wear; a few plain shirts that hugged his torso, lightweight bottoms that shaped his legs. He really was a handsome man, you realize while fitting him; if you were a proper tailor, you would’ve loved to have him as a model. 

He was pretty compliant with most of the clothes you chose for him, though for whatever reason, he continually doubted if he looked as good as you told him he did. You click your tongue walking up behind him, as you pat out wrinkles. You had him in a fine two-piece vest suit, similarly colored to the gi he had shown up in earlier. 

“Absolutely,” you hold up an arm of his as you straighten out the fabric, “If you don’t mind me speaking plainly, I think you’re a fine man, I don’t see why you should doubt that, sir.”

“...Oh.. Really?”

You glance at his face in the mirror, noticing the pink tent on his cheeks. You smirk faintly, it was always so cute to watch the guys you dress crumple at your words. Typically, you weren’t that interested in them, but this guy…

“Positively. Your body alone is quite handsome, if I may. Strong shoulders, a muscular build, powerful arms, even your hands, may I?” You had taken the time to lightly hold each part of his figure to emphasize your point and now took his hand in your gloved ones as you carefully knead over the calloused palm. It wasn’t too rough like a laborer’s would be, but they did look as if they had seen their share of rugged work. Maybe he was a sorcerer?

“Though to be perfectly honest, I’m no professional tailor or anything, just an apprentice, so my word may not hold much in terms of proficiency,” you move to adjust his hair, letting it relax as you undo his ponytails, noting how his eyes blink away to avoid yours, “But I do hope you take my words as fact when I say, you are one beautiful man.”

You flash a formal grin at him in the mirror, fixing his collar before taking a step back from him. He let his arms fall back down to his sides, as he fiddles with the cuffs. The blush on his face and ears almost rivaled the eye shadow around his eyes, contrasting the aloof expression he usually sported.

“I see, thanks.”

You smile, patting his shoulder as you gesture for him to change back to his original clothes while you gather the new ones he plans on buying. 

“It was lovely helping you today, sir, why don’t you change then I’ll help you upfront?”

.♡. 

After you sent him off with his purchases, you honestly weren’t expecting to see him again, or at least, not the very next day. 

Although, he wasn’t alone, being accompanied by a younger teen pointing at you.

“That’s who you wanted to see, Choso? That guy hanging clothes?”

“Mm, thank you, brother.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna be at the store next over, so you can meet me there when you’re done here.” The younger teen waves to you, before heading off and out the door. A sly smile grows on your face as the man from yesterday makes his way up to you, noticing he was wearing one of the casual shirts you had picked out for him.

Setting down the hanger in your hands, you give him your full attention, “It’s nice to see you again, sir. Is everything alright?”

He nods, his eyes on your hands before moving back up to you, “I was hoping to find some new clothes today.”

“Oh? You weren’t happy with yesterday’s purchase?” you tilt your head, a hidden smile in your voice.

“No, I was! I just… mm..” He pauses, trying to think of how to explain this. You decide to give him a break, smiling warmly at him as you pat his shoulder and gesture to the dressing room.

“I think I understand what you’re trying to say, sir. How about you head on over to the fitting room and I’ll be right with you, hm?” 

A light red tint brushes his ears as he nods weakly before moving; you turn on your heel, already certain what you’d pick out.

.♡. 

“It really is a pleasure to see you again - move your leg here - especially so soon.”

You had picked out a silky dress pants and shirt for him; a modest number of petite jewels adorning the legs and collar, laced sleeves, and an open chest window. It was a personal project you had been working on yourself with the extra fabric you’d get around the store, and it wasn’t nearly finished but it was satisfying to have someone model besides yourself. 

On one knee, you knelt by his leg, carefully tailoring the pant leg to fit him. You hummed to yourself, pretending to not notice the choked gasps that left him every time you let a hold his leg or run your fingers along the fabric. 

“As I’ve already said, this is just a pet project of mine, you won’t be buying it, but if you’re enjoying it, maybe I will see you again?” You glance up at him with a smile, playfully ignorant of your hand resting on his thigh just right below his groin. 

Choso can’t even breathe as his eyes meet yours. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he wanted from you when he came back, he just knew he wanted to meet the charming tailor’s apprentice again. The words he spoke, the way his hands had glided across the cursed spirit’s body so gracefully; it made Choso’s head spin, feelings he had never felt before surfacing in his chest. 

He imagined the many different ways the day would play out as he touched himself the night before. Letting his hand slowly float down his happy trail to his pussy, trying to replicate your mannerisms, but to no avail. Your refined voice playing in his head like an orgasmic melody, as his breath grew heavier and heavier, kneading his sensitive dick. Finally letting a finger slip in, curling up as he tries to take it as painstakingly slow as you probably would. But none of it is like you, he knows, even after getting himself to cum on his fingers, he still ached for your touch on his skin again. 

He just had to see that enchanting man again.

But now that he was actually here again, with you touching him like this, speaking so softly, it was like you put a spell on him. He gulped, remembering you had asked him something, though not at all remembering what it specifically was. 

“Choso-san?”

You tilt your head, trying to hold back a laugh though, letting a chuckle escape as you stifle it with your hand. While the dazed expression on his tinted face was endearing, you did actually want to hear him speak.

Rising to your feet, you gently tap his cheek, garnering a surprised “Ah!” out of him as he realizes how quiet he’s been. 

“Sorry, what did you ask?”

“Oh, you forgot already?”

You hum, sounding like music in Choso’s ears, as you let your gloved hand slide down to his neck before resting on his exposed chest. You meet his eyes with a smirk.

“Do you need a reminder, sir?”

.♡. 

You weren’t preparing for this exact scenario, but nonetheless, you were more than overjoyed for it to be the case. You silently thanked yourself for choosing to tailor him in the more prestigious dressing room the store had to offer, considering it was not only bigger but had a small table for laying down clothes, fabric, and other things. 

Like cute, two-ponytailed guys.

Choso bit his knuckle, trying to stifle his heavy panting as you traced a finger along his Adam’s apple, feeling his pulse quicken with your touch. You lean down, pulling him in for a kiss, as you let your other hand rest just above his chest. 

“Is this okay?” You inquire,  pulling away from his neck, eliciting a whine from him as he nods up at you, guiding your hand onto his breast. 

“Y/n…!” 

With a soft smile, you indulge him, massaging and squeezing while still layering pecks and kisses along his collarbone. He moans in your ear, grabbing hold of your shirt when you let a thumb run over his nipple. 

“I’m sure you’ve never had service like this before, hm? Never had someone kiss you like this, touch your chest like this?” 

Choso shakes his head, grip tightening with a mewl as you move your head lower, biting his soft tissue before licking over the mark. You continue this seemingly endless loop of biting and licking over and over, before finally giving some attention to his hard nipples. Letting your tongue lap over the sensitive buds has Choso a mess. Tears prick in his eyes, as he moans your name, trying to squeeze his thighs together. You don’t let him, though, as you hold his legs open with your other hand, watching him whine pitifully as he rolled his hips from your touch.

“Aht, aht. I don’t see why you should be rushing, aren’t you enjoying this pace?” A smirk evident in your voice, and it drives Choso crazy. You were so charismatic but so infuriating with how lightly you touched him and how leisurely you went about with him. He rolled his hips again, both out of need and in hopes you’d finally touch him. Instead, you tut your tongue, strengthening your hold on his thigh. 

“So impatient... Why don’t you go ahead and tell me exactly what it is you want?”

It feels like his brain’s been reduced to mush as you run your tongue over his nipple again, another whine leaving his lips. He could easily press his thighs together if he wanted, but the way you held his legs open and controlled his movements had his head spinning as he bit his lip. He couldn’t think straight at all as you tapped his thigh to bring him down to Earth.

Right, you asked him a question. A question he didn’t even remember hearing if he was honest. He moaned again, rocking his hips. 

“Haah… Please… y/n…♡”

You let your hand slide down his thigh to the zipper on his crotch, pulling it down as you exposed his pussy to the air. 

You bite your lip, feeling blood rise to your cheeks. “No underwear?” you murmur to yourself. Did he take it off after changing? Or maybe he didn’t wear any at all today? Was he hoping you’d fuck him? Just excited? Fuck, and he was already so wet, just look at him. All for you. 

You jolt a bit as Choso pulls on your shirt, moaning your name in the lewdest tone, trying to get you closer to him, to touch him. You pull him in for a kiss, your hand behind his head as you keep him close, desperate to deepen it. Choso groans, returning the kiss as he parts his lips for you, wrapping his strong legs around you now that you were closer.

Inviting your tongue into his mouth, you trail your hand down his chest to his needy cunt, letting your thumb rub over the head of his stubby cock. He closes his eyes, moaning into the kiss as his legs press tighter around you. As his dick grows wetter in your hand, you pull from the kiss with a gasp before moving down to replace your hand with your mouth. 

“Y- Ah! ❤︎ Puh-please, pleeease! Haah… hah♡!!”

He grinds on your face as you suck slowly, so frustratingly slow. He fucks himself senseless, with this being more than he could’ve imagined even if you were teasing him. His breathing grows heavier as you begin to suck faster and harder on his cock, increasing your pace with every lewd whine that leaves him. His hand grips the back of your head when you give his dick one last suck, seeing stars as he comes right into your mouth. 

It was better than anything he could’ve imagined last night, you were taking such good care of him right now, all he could do was blubber his words, begging for more. The way you touched him, and spoke to him, it was like he was drunk off of you alone. You found it adorable; if only the two of you were at your studio, you would’ve loved to fuck him senseless with your strap, seeing him dazed out of his mind like this. No matter, there was always next time, but for now…

Not giving him a chance to recuperate, you move back up his body to suck on his sensitive nipple as you let a gloved hand slide over his wet cunt. He brings his knuckle back to his mouth to smother his lewd whines, but you pull it away with a tsk.

“Haah…haah.. I want to hear you… don’t even think of hiding that gorgeous voice.”

The tint on his face deepens as he nods, his cock twitching at your words. His noisy whines fill the dressing room as you return to sucking on his nipple, slipping a finger into his needy cunt. You curl your finger up, slowly fingering him as you feel for something. You smirk when Choso screams, throwing his head back as his thighs tremble around you, having found that sensitive bud. 

He’s a babbling mess as he begs for you to add another finger to him, move faster, touch him there gain, anything! You oblige happily, curling another gloved finger into him as he soaks the fabric through. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you increase your pace, plunging your fingers in and out of him, nothing but the sound of squelching and his mewling in the room. 

“Mm.. haah..! CUH-close, so hah… close…♡!”

His thighs tremble pathetically as he gasps when you remove your fingers from his pussy, ready to beg for them back before almost crying out in pleasure as you thrust your tongue deep into his cunt. 

You drink him in, lapping up his sensitive cock before diving your tongue between his folds. His sensitive walls press around you as fuck him crazy with your mouth. As he presses your face deeper between his increasingly shaky legs, you know he’s close as you toy with his cock with your hand.

“Oh! ♡ Mm- Muh.. ah…!! ♡ Haah… M’ gonna…. y/n…! I… HAAH..♡♡..  AH ❤︎!!”

The stimulation is all too much for the poor spirit as he cums hard, his legs locking to keep you there as you continue to tongue-fuck him through his orgasm, eliciting more lewd whines and moans out of him from the overstimulation. Finally, his twitching legs relax as he pants, tears at the corners of his eyes. You pull yourself from his pussy, kissing his thighs. He moans softly as you run your hand over the hickeys on his breasts, kissing each one gently as you hold him. He sighs pleasurably as you peck each one, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips on his chest once again. 

When you pull away, he’s still panting trying to catch his breath a bit as you kiss his cheek. You smile down at him, pulling off your stained glove as you speak, “And how do you feel, sir?”

He feels heat rise to the tips of his ears, suddenly feeling shy as he comes down from his high, “Good.. I.. It was exactly what I was wanting..”

“Oh?” You take your bare hand to cup his face, “Exactly what you wanted, you say? So I can guess you’re satisfied then?”

He’s blushing, he can feel it. He glances down at his decorated body, how you absolutely ravished him, how your fingers alone had him coming. But he also catches sight of the wet patch on your pants and gulps, feeling his cock twitch.

“I want that again. But I want to make you feel good, too.”

You raise an eyebrow; that was a first, usually the guys you played around with always left you high and dry, leaving without much of a thank you or anything. You tilt your head, smiling teasingly.

“Well, usually I like to be wined and dined before getting ate out, but I suppose if you insist…”

“I can do that! Where do you want to go?”

You almost laugh in surprise; you were only teasing, yet he was so serious about taking you out. It was… touching. And cute. So he wasn’t only just attractive, he was thoughtful too. You were going to love him.

You press a kiss onto his lips before pulling away before it got out of hand, “How about you go change, and I’ll have an answer when you’re out?”

He nods, heading for the small changing door, before stopping and turning to you, a light tint on his that accented his cute mark, “You can just say Choso. You don’t have to call me sir.”

The smile on your face beams, “Alright, Choso.”

[sunnist4rs]

Blare White is super misogynistic… he also supports trump. You know the anti abortion, pro rape guy. I think you may be defining who you love/idolize and what you say you think based on who entertains you the most on social media/YouTube and your personal connections rather than really getting into WHY each view is right or wrong factually/ethically, and aiming to be consistent. To be clear I myself am a radfem and (within that) critical of gender ideology I am not trying to convince you to not criticize gender ideology or to not criticize specific trans identified people. Yes: some people Blaire white and that kind of guy opposes are also fucked up people who do harm. But the enemy of an enemy does not alone make a friend and I encourage you to look with a more critical eye at anyone aligned right wing and against women, whether they are novelties or famous on YouTube or whatever else or not

Among other things remember Blaire white is just a man who calls self woman but hates the other men who call themselves women. His critique of them is typically either copied (without him really understanding) from feminist women, or at other times basically rooted in him saying those other trans women are ugly or don’t pass or haven’t done [insert random shit] “Blaire” thinks makes him a real woman and these other trans women into pretenders. It’s just an egotistical man getting attention and money off of this while still claiming he’s a woman and doing so for sexist (“I pass as feminine so that makes me a woman” = sexist) reasons. This issue that is actually impacting women and girls (a category that doesn’t include him)

Thanks for sending me this ask (and being so civil about it). Before I joined the radfem community (and when I wrote my bio) I was pretty conservative but the more evidence of woman’s oppression I’ve seen, the more leftist I’ve become. This has left me feeling kind of lost because the people like Blair White who I used to turn to for comfort on bad days and to hear what I thought were reasonable political opinions no longer click with me. I don’t resonate with her (I’m gonna use she/her even though I’m he’s a dude because I do have that personal attachment right now so it just feels right) beliefs anymore but distancing myself from her feels wrong because she’s been a part of my life for a while, y’know.

I don’t watch YouTube much so I haven’t seen one of her videos since I became a radfem. But, I do remember how my old community used to act so Ik if I did watch another video of hers I’d be disgusted and disappointed by her behaviour (I almost want to avoid watching her at all so that I can keep pretending I align with her side- also I’m aware this is pretty parasocial, I’ll work on that). While I’ve become more aware of this I’ve continued to defend and preach how good her content is as a way of pretending I do still like her to myself. I knew I was doing this but I didn’t really think about it until now.

I’m pretty good at thinking critically about the media I consume, it’s just something I’ve always done when discovering something new to enjoy. But I think Ive developed a blind spot for people I previously loved as while I agreed with them in the past. Now however, me promoting their ideology is hypocritical at best. I’ve been practicing separatism (that’s not the word I want to use Ik it) more and more in my daily life. I now realise the next step I need to take is starting to distance myself from these people as they’re making me into someone I don’t want to be (hypocrites are one of my biggest red flags).

Thanks again for the ask as it’s genuinely helped me uncover a therapeutic break through lol. Whether or not that was your intent it’s definitely gonna help me be a better feminist and improve my life so thanks.

[jtl-fics]

May I propose: ex boyfriends au. Neil and Andrew go back in time per usual, but they arrive together at the beginning of Neil's recruitment to palmetto. They agree that for now, they should keep it low key and not change much in fear of making the future worse. But, they come to find out that repeating your life exactly the same way is BORING. So, they decide to spice it up a bit. In order to explain their familiarity to the foxes, they create this awfully dramatic backstory full of twists and betrayals, where neil met Andrew while he was with Cass and then Andrew did something to land them both in Juvie, and maybe in juvie they betrayed each other or smthn. All of its fake but the foxes eat it up. Neil and Andrew even incorporate song lyrics that haven't been made into fake arguments that they have for fun (strawberry ice cream in Malibu don't act like we didn't do that shit too) and the foxes fully believe that they're ex boyfriends. But even they can't fully hide the affection they have for each other and when that bleeds through the fixes think they're witnessing the best second chance trope when in reality they're just fucking around

This is such a funny concept.

I am going to add one thing though. In this AU Neil and Andrew made it all the way to their 90s. They went to sleep in their bed old, in love, and happy together. They've both been getting more and more tired lately, they know what's coming. They've seen it with their friends. It's fine, whatever the next step is they're going to go together. If one leaves a little early, well they've had years to get patient while waiting for the other to catch up.

They pass together and their great grand nephew (Kevin's) finds them the next morning (he'd been staying with them to help with a few things. They're holding hands.

They find themselves in the immediate aftermath of Andrew having driven an Exy racquet into Neil's stomach. There's a moment where Andrew truly panics because "OH FUCK, WHAT IF I RUPTURED HIS COLOSTOMY BAG?" and then oh he never really forgot how Neil looked (Neil had been the one that needed the reminders about things) but seeing his husband at 18 with brown hair, wire thin frame, and brown eyes? It throws him off even if he'd know Neil no matter what hair color or eye color.

Kevin comes up and it's been almost 10 years since he'd died but he's there young, no liver spots, and with a 2 on his face again.

They have long been able to talk to one another without a single word. Now that Andrew's face has full range of motion again (partial stroke 3 years before) it's even easier.

"So this is where you ran off to?" Andrew demands.

"Oh, like I had a choice after what you pulled!" Neil shoots back.

Cue two old fucks who are now in the prime of their life bodies and when they lost a lot of their mobility with age the thing they had most loved to do was fuck with their numerous grand nieces and nephews (I am stating right here that every fox who has a kid FULLY views Andreil as uncles so it does not matter if there is a blood relation).

Neil and Andrew rarely need to lie about the shit they've gotten up to, it just hasn't happened yet. They only make it like 2 weeks MAX pretending like they're mad at one another. They've slept in the same bed holding hands for 70 years. They don't do well when they're separated and Andrew is on that god awful medication but this time they know the medical expert who can argue about how BAD this whole shit show is and they know the lawyer to hire. Neil might dip heavily into his stash money but they know more than enough to make that cash back.

Andrew off his meds almost a whole year early via an outpatient treatment.

Still they keep referencing some insane past. "I'll say sorry for getting us thrown in Juvie when YOU apologize for lighting the car on fire in the first place!" he huffs.

"Then I guess we're at a standstill."

These arguments are had while they are absolutely all over one another because a bunch of parts of theirs just WORK again and that's super fun for both of them. They seem like Seth & Allison 2.0 with 8x the history but Neil makes Andrew act like a human and not a monster so they're all very invested in the relationship working out.

This past is also NEVER elaborated on but they never fuck up the fabrication of it either. Andrew because his perfect memory and Neil because even decades later he is a super tier liar.

They're having fun, it's sort of like being back with all their grand nieces and nephews except it's all of their friends (+Seth). The Original Foxes were long used to Neil & Andrew's shit so it was impossible to mess with them like this.

They're going to have a blast.

Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the fun idea once again!

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

I feel like no one talks about the whole mumbattan sequence can you do a deep dive on that one

Oh Mumbattan, there is so much to unpack.

What I mean like that is that we have a lot of stuff going on not just on screen, but Miles and Gwen as well, which a lot of changes thanks to the circumstances and characters of screen. If it took me two posts to talk just about a portion of the Clock Tower scene, I am sure Mumbattan is going to be multiple.

They will probably be short since I think there are a lot of moments not necessarily connected to the ones before, that I think that deserve their own post, etc.

So let's start Mumbattan with the actual beginning, or at least the beginning of Gwen's and Miles interactions in Mumbattan.

As per custom, we start a little earlier since set up is important.

(Side note, I just lost half of the original post because Tumblr is a nightmare to use for post and I will probably fist fight whoever coded this if given the chance. So the writing and the screenshots may be a bit rough because I am pissed.)

Something that caught my attention while rewinding this scene, was Gwen's exchange and behaviour towards the spot here.

I think is good time to remember that Gwen is probably an internal mess right now.

She knew she blew up with The Spot, she got cocky, thought the guy was going to be easy, and focused on Miles more than in her mission.

Gwen is in a tough position right now, she is basically homeless, she needed to abandon her old life, her home and the people in her life; none of those things are easy, let alone when you are forced to and being a teen.

The Spidersociety seems kind of a like a dream come true at first, and she is happy to be in it; but we can see how she is still missing certain things the society just cannot give her. A company is not a replacement for family and friends. I honestly believe part of the reason she is hyped about it is because she wants to focus on the positives to avoid the negatives.

Seeing Miles was a gamble, one where she risked too much by refusing to leave his side, and she may pay the price for this; she earlier was looking extremely shaken at the idea of being sent home.

While she is having all of this, it didn't escape me the longing and the defeat in her face when she say goodbye to Miles without knowing he was there. That is also weighting on her.

Not gonna lie, is funny that a character that feels so entitled to people react the way he wants (like he asking the guy he was robbing to not make this a bad experience for him,) accidentally say something that for him is just a comment, but DAMN I can imagine how much it had to sting for Gwen.

The reason I brought up the other screenshots and this close up of Gwen, is to pay attention to her masks.

I had mentioned in other post, the masks are extremely expressive for what they are, which is a handy way to show expressions when you are character's face is hidden.

In multiple shots, Gwen looks angry; this isn't like the battle with Vulture when even after almost getting her face sliced she was just back to cracking jokes and not taking stuff too seriously, just the regular amount of a spidey.

This isn't a joke to her, this is important, and she isn't in a good mood already. So her doing a joke that feels tired isn't shocking.

But while The Spot was just talking about the joke, after letting down her mentor, underestimating what Lila determined as a canon killer for MULTIPLE universes, and having trouble getting a hold of the guy; hearing "That's the best you can do?" Had to suck.

(While going for Miles's frame, I realized Gwen just looks angrier before she hears him; which is to say. DAMN Miles you really picked a bad time.)

You know? Something I like to do in my writing, is bring scenarios that are different in context but the basics of it repeat as to carry a meaning behind it, reinforcing an idea either for the characters who are seeing the pattern (or think to see a pattern,) or the audience.

Some of it can be wishful thinking but this movie has much going on that I bet a lot of what I am picking up was meant to be that way.

This particular moment is interesting because Gwen is just dealing with a mess that happened because she was prioritizing Miles over her mission, and what happens shortly after?

Miles distracts her from the villain, which also gets him an opening to kick her and escape.

Damn.

You may be wondering why bring those frames of Gwen falling and Miles finally getting her, this is important for two things.

One, this will go to show something later about the importance of team and the tragedy of the spider people (that would be their own post because I had a lot to say, and a scene in particular during this sequence scared the living shit out of me, 3 times.)

But another factor is this is all quietly reinforcing in Gwen's mind, how she shouldn't had gotten to see Miles.

Not only did she lost her shot to capturing The Spot as his most vulnerable (because let's face it, if Gwen went to him without his ability to make holes it would had been done in less than 2 minutes,) she also lost track of him again thanks to Miles. And now she is having trouble with her footing.

Miles is lucky the circumstances kind of support his stance, and that he is cute.

In most movies I will see a guy following the girl he likes I say that's a red flag of the size of a house. But considering everything I can't really blame him.

He doesn't know how much is at stake, or how much can get worse; but he knows that The Spot is doing this partially thanks to him, and he may be filling guilty for assuming he was already done for when he wasn't. And now the girl he likes is in deep shit because of this, and he has more information than the rest.

(Or he should, Miguel seems to have eyes everywhere, no idea how much he knows about the Spot.)

It was still stupid? For sure, he really has no way home, has never done dimension hoping, and certainly didn't think about glitching before this.

But his heart is in a good place.

Yeah Gwen is still pissed regardless.

I think even if Miles has the best intentions she doesn't appreciate being followed, doesn't appreciate having him as is another thing she needs to be juggling in this situation, which is a lot already.

We will talk about the falling scene better, because that deserves it's own post, and also that scene made me suffer in theatres so I will get my compensation by rambling later about it.

This is something I will come back later, probably more than once. Not gonna lie the first time I saw this movie this hurt (And that was before getting as obsessed with this ship as I am now, mind you,) and it only got worse seeing it a second time when you know what will happen.

Regardless, is ties nicely to the rest of this post. Gwen is stress out, conflicted about her role as a spiderwoman and just being a teen, and in the heat of the moment, she does think that seeing him and trying to get that connection with the circumstances at hand is a bad idea.

Once again, heat of the moment, I think she would had probably continue being mad if the things that happened didn't happen; but I think this will come back later on by her realizing that she wasn't getting blindsided by Miles, but the organization.

[terrahlee-cup]

The finale of the ‘holy shit she has a lot to say about this one fic’ series before I return to my regularly scheduled random bullshit. Enjoy lol @raphaelesbian

Chapter 11

*sees author’s note, immediate fear*

Him thinking they look like they should be scared of him hurts me. The baby is not doing too hot tonight huh? Let them like youuuu 🥹

OUTFIT TIME YES! “We need to match if we’re going to be a team!” I KNOW I KEEP SAYING THIS BUT THEY’RE ADORABLE. 

“He’d gone past that feeling, to the frayed mess that he was now. He… didn’t want her to feel like this.” Buddy you shouldn’t feel like that either??? This child is so sweet with other people when he needs to be but never himself ow ouch.

These two are so excited to dress him up and I am excited to read it.

“Well, I love being difficult. Ask Leo.” And the self-deprecation is back. Ohp.

Love these two being legitimately concerned for him when they find out his family doesn’t know what he’s been doing. As much as everything they’ve been up to has usually been dangerous it’s really good for Raph to have more friends outside of his family.

Also, the actual effort to make him feel like he’s part of their little group is incredible and amazing and adorable and-

Ohp they found a landmine— wonder if that’ll come up again later?

Damn Raph didn’t even hesitate with that one did he. Call him a crybaby and he will have his revenge lol.

Oh yeah they still don’t get the turtle noise thing yet do they? And now the alcohol is really hitting time for the sad.

He’s… not going to be as quiet as usual while drunk. This could go poorly. He is so getting in trouble it is so obvious he’s intoxicated. Multiple people are up he is DOOMED.

Yep. Yeah his dad figured it out immediately. Oh boy. AND CASEY’S THERE TOO THERE GOES HIS EXCUSE FOR BEING OUT. I am. Uncomfortable. Agh, lying to his family is not good but he DOES need to be able to get out of the lair. He’s in a bad spot as it is without being cooped up all the time.

Ah. There’s the blow-up. Yayyyy. Donnie… hun, why in the actual fuck would you think suggesting that would be a good idea after everything that’s happened?

“None of you get to decide what I do!” Annnnd there’s the main problem. Sure, Raph may have been the ‘rebellious one’ before the brain worm, but people trying to control him (even if trying to protect him) is probably way more uncomfortable for him now. He lost all control of his body for what, 3+ months? Yeah can’t expect him to not need some level of freedom right now. Anxiety-inducing as hell for his family (entirely fair), but trying to keep him in the lair is probably going to do more harm than good.

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Oh hey he’s dissociating almost immediately after waking up that’s good! Yay! :D

“Karai would hate him for it.” Hun I very much doubt that. She definitely knows your family would find out eventually.

“If I’m such a disappointment, why do you even care what I’m doing?” Agh stupid dumb child must hug him.

“No wonder Shredder favored robots and mind control.” Oh boy. This can only go well. The self-deprecation is getting worse too lovely! Bud your family’s just really fucking worried damn it. They don’t hate you 😫

Mikeyyyyyy <3 bean. Lol he snuck Raph his phone, nice.

Of course he got caught immediately trying to sneak out. “for a moment he wanted him to give in.” This kid is NOT OKAY. AT ALL. That is NOT GOOD.

“the desperation woven into a noose that tightened with each word that fought its way through his esophagus.” EYYYYY HE SAID THE THING. (Ow.)

“Y’know, he said the same thing.” OW. FUCK. THAT WAS HARSH BUDDY- LIKE WAKE-UP CALL YES BUT ALSO WAY TOO MUCH.

I think I summarized a lot of my thoughts about these two chapters very well here:

But in all seriousness this is very well written and I am very excited for whenever the next chapter is uploaded. Seemingly we’re in for some more angst based on… certain posts *squints*

Love the chaos trio that is Shinigami, Karai, and Raph. They are menaces and will probably give Splinter gray hairs in the very near future lol. I suppose Raph and Karai have probably given him quite a few already on their own, though. Whoopsie.

[jaynnie-jane]

This blog is changing.

A few weeks back I had a series of days that were INCREDIBLY dark. They were not truly triggered by a single event, it was more as if it was an explosive bubble of depression that I had been trying to control or make smaller suddenly exploded totally outside my control. Unlike the other times in the last 12 months where something similar has happened, where I would always try to "put on a brave face" for those around me, more often than not I just gave into it. For the better part of three entire days I rapidly swung between an intense and physically painful sadness and nothing. Such heavy dissociation that I completely lost six consecutive hours on one day. Such heavy dissociation that, despite having everything journaled I now have very little recollection of those days. I do however know and remember very clearly, the calmness of planning the end, rather than just fantasizing about it. (for anyone that has been triggered by that, I am so sorry. I do not include TW because there's significant evidence based research that shows including a TW actually increases physical and psychological signs of distress. I wish I had words that could help with what you might be experiencing right now, but I know when I am there, there's nothing anyone can say to me that is helpful. A shock to the system is usually what helps me. so, I dunno, go flail your arms and or legs around and jump up and down on the spot for 10 seconds.) Since then I have still been more reactive and defensive than I would like, there is still something not quite right in my brain, there's still more trauma there than I have ever allowed myself to believe. HOWEVER. I know enough and BELIEVE enough in the power of the mind to change things. I have been trying to use this to my advantage but, on really difficult days it's a lot harder to do it without some external help. I know what works for me and that is to focus on the positives (though, I have learned that when in a relationship with someone else it's REALLY important to be clear about where I ACTUALLY am and to be very clear about what I am trying to do when focusing on and vocalising the positives and the hope and to be even MORE clear about particular boundaries that should never be pushed by a family member or friend). And when I say focus on the positives, I do not mean, in any way to just ignore the bad stuff, to not address the bad stuff. What I mean is that when shit happens, because it does, I need to refocus just as much on feeling and experiencing the not so bad. So, for every negative thing I write here, I am training myself to find at least three things around the same issue or scenario that are positives (I believe I am actually supposed to find four to try to counter the natural negativity bias but I am creating a realistic goal that does not overwhelm). I will also be writing by hand a lot more and uploading pictures simply because when we write by hand, our brains respond differently. So, a big thank you to everyone that has left a like, a comment or has reached out. Even though it may not seem I realise, I do. I see you there more than you know and I am incredibly grateful. You have helped this last year feel a lot less alone.

[creatorismynameboi07]

One more chance…

Kevin levin x gn reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: ( this is older Kevin you know the one from the future episode in the classic bed 10) age gap ( 31-22)/blood/gore ( it’s Kevin)/handcuffs/mentions of Ben 10, Gwen/flirting/swearing

Colors- Kevin-black,You-Red Gwen- purple,Ben-Green

Summary: being with a psychopath was not how you wanted to spend your day, but what happens when that psychopath is an old friend who you may or may not have old feelings for. Only time will tell if you can tame the wicked man or fall victim to his charm …you’ll have to wait and see.

Authors note: Yay! This my first ever fan fic! Sorry if it’s bad my spelling is terrible cuz am dyslexic. Anyway on to the story! ( also this is the best picture I could find of Kevin 11000 🥲)

Also if there are any warnings I missed please tell me! Thanks!

Being alone with a psychopath was not how you thought you would be spending your day….

You looked over at Kevin, who was just sitting there handcuffed in a armchair, he didn’t notice you were staring at him as he was probably thinking of way out of here, you roll your eyes looking away from him trying to think of something else then the fact you had to watch him.

How did you get stuck with him?

Well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty……

Ben had got a tip about the whereabouts of Kevin. Apparently Kevin was going to raid some warehouse and since Ben was so obsessed over catching Kevin, you and Gwen didn’t have a choice but to follow along with the plan. When your three had gotten to the place that the tip had leaded you towards, you weren’t expecting to see the site of bloody corpses all around the floor of the warehouse and Kevin standing in middle of it all, a single light was all that illuminated the site before you as Kevin was standing there covering in blood head to toe.

You shake your head,trying to forget the memories that haunted your mind. You look back at Kevin who was still looking around the room, for a second you remembered how Kevin was when you first met him how much he had changed…..Those thoughts left as quickly as they came.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize you were staring at Kevin.

“See something you like?”

Kevin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you quickly realize that you were still staring at him and quickly looked away from his gaze.

“What? Getting shy on me?”

Your face begins to heat up from his words. Who does he think he is flirting with you like the two of you were lovers! You grimaced at the thought of you two being a “thing”. That thought echoed in your mind, over, over, and over. Till Kevin voice once again snapped you out of it.

“What cat got your tongue?”

The sound of Kevin’s handcuffs jiggling around as he moves positions to have his legs across over one another and his head resting on his fist. “Tch just be quiet!” You say with irritation, Kevin huffs and closes his eyes.

“You could be a little nicer…” Kevin mumbled under his breath

…..

…..

…Was he serious….

To think he really think that he had any authority to demand you to be Nicer to him!

You stand up from your spot on the couch and slowly walk towards Kevin till you were right in front of him. Kevin open his eyes and look up at you slowly.

“What? Do you want an apolo-“

before Kevin could finish you had punched him square in the face causing him to spit out blood and what looked like a tiny tooth chip.

“ What the hell!”

The voice of Ben broke you out of your rage, you looked towards Ben your face was still flustered at what Kevin had said to you.

“I said watch him not fucking punch him!?”

Ben snapped at you, Gwen who wasn’t far behind from Ben silently placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder calming him down immediately.

“Am sure they had a reason to punch Kevin, now calm down Ben.”

Gwen said calmly, her voice somewhat relieved the mood, Ben sighed then apologized for yelling at you, then walked past you to try to get Kevin spill on some information he needed. “You’ve done enough for today…go get some rest ok?” Gwen patted your shoulder then walking to join Ben.

You left the room closing the door behind you, it only took you a couple minutes for you reach your room, as soon you entered the room you plopped on your bed. A sigh left your mouth as you let all the stress of the day pass away,

You looked up the ceiling thinking about what Kevin had said, it still pissed you off! But there wasn’t much you could do about it, if Ben and Gwen hadn’t shown up when they had did you probably would’ve done more then just punched him.

“See something you like?”

His voice echoed in your head like mantra.

It wasn’t a secret that you had a little crush on Kevin but you thought you had gotten over it years ago when Kevin tried killing Ben.

You thought…

But it seem that the feelings for him never truly left no matter how much you hated yourself for liking him, there was some part of you that still remembered who he was, still hoping he would change. But that hope died a quickly as it came.

Your eyes began to grow heavy, before you knew it you were fast asleep

A flash of Kevin’s face flashed through your mind, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you felt your ribs beginning to hurt….

Maybe you could give him a chance…

One…more…chance….

…

….

……

To be continued…..

Authors note: YAY FINALLY ITS DONE! Well half of it anyway….

Sorry it took so long I was busy with thinking of a plot and stuff,but am glad I at least finished part 1! It’s kinda short but am proud of it!

Anyhoo I hope y’all enjoyed

(I promise 2 part will be better and longer!)

Bye!

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 2, episode 1: The Gold

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character. Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

The sound of the axe hitting the tree, followed by Pope’s grunts of effort seems to echo around the yard. Pope easily clears away the bark on the tree, leaving an open spot for JJ. The blond steps forward, a solemn look on his face as he finishes branding the letters into the tree. A light breeze blows around us, ruffling JJ’s hair and brushing Kie’s out of her face.

JJ makes his way back to us, looking at the words branded into the tree.

2003 - 2020

John B Routledge

P4L

JJ raises his flask, blinking back the tears in his eyes. “To John B.”

“And to Sarah.” I say weakly as Kie nods. I pull Kie close, wrapping my arms around her right arm, leaning my head on her shoulder. I glance over at Pope, giving him a small nod as JJ drinks from his flask.

Here’s a fun fact. You ready? Here we go. Everyone you know… will die. And by everyone, I mean everyone. Your mother, brother, sister, father. All of your friends. And all your enemies. Everyone. I mean, of course, there’s another way of looking at it. Since it's all so short and over so quickly… that makes everything meaningful. Everything’s just one time.

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“Okay, I’m not sure, but I think they can see us from there.” I sigh, glancing over the wall as Kie spray paints it.

“Who cares?” Kie huffs. “Should be glad I’m not setting the house on fire.”

“Okay, well, just… can you hurry up?” I whisper, watching her carefully trace the words onto the wall.

“Look, doesn’t it piss you off, even a little?” She frowns.

“Of course it pisses me off, Kie!” I fold my arms over my chest. “I lost my brother! I’m just— I’m just trying to channel my rage into different vectors right now.”

“Oh, okay.” She scoffs, finishing her paint job and standing up. “Not bad.”

“Hey, I think somebody’s up there.” I tap her shoulder, moving closer to the wall. “Shit. It’s Rafe.”

“Look, we know what you did!” Kie shouts.

“Hey. No.” I whisper, starting to pull her away.

“Murderers!” She screams, fighting against me.

“No. Now is not the time.” I huff. “Are you serious?” I pull her away, hurrying down the street.

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“Rafe is a psychopath. He could come after us.” I sigh, steering the boat.

“Let him try.” Kie shrug, sitting up on the bow as she smokes.

“Look, I wanna pin Rafe just as much as you do, but —“ I start.

“Really?” Kie scoffs. “Cause you could have fooled me. Are you even a Pogue?”

“I can’t go around doing stupid things like this.” I sigh. “With John B gone, the Cameron’s could try to pin it on me next. Plus, we have school tomorrow. We should be focusing on laying low.”

“God, you sound like Pope.” Kie teases, playfully nudging my knee with her shoe.

“My god, you’re right.” I shake my head. “Give me that.” I hold my hand out for her joint.

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“Ah, yes, exactly where I wanted to be today.” I mutter, looking at the high school as Kie, Pope, JJ, and I all pile out of Kie’s car.

JJ grabs his backpack, taking another drink from his flask.

“Hey, chill out.” I murmur, going to pluck the flask out of his hand.

“If I black out, just don’t remind me.” JJ sighs.

“That’s not funny, Jayj.” I sigh. “Let’s just stick together today, guys.” I look at Kie and Pope. “Everyone’s gonna be talking about what happened and none of it's going to be good so… let’s just have each other's backs, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” JJ slides his hand into mine, sticking close to Pope and Kie as we walk up toward the school.

“It’s them.”

“There they are.”

“I wasn’t sure they’d show up.”

“Heard they got arrested.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Think they have something to do with it?”

“They had to.”

“I feel like people are staring at us.” Kie glances around.

“Oh, yeah.” JJ follows her gaze, looking at the crowds of people watching.

“They definitely are.” I sigh.

“Guys, I can’t be late.” Pope mutters, starting to walk inside.

“Hey. Hey.” I frown. “We gotta stick together.”

Kie reaches her hand out to Pope, waiting for him to take it. She wraps her free hand around my arm, holding us close as we walk inside.

I gently squeeze JJ’s hand, leaning on him.

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“… and the slave becomes the new ruler.” Mr. Sunn points at the blackboard as he talks. “Now, Diocletian splits the sprawling Roman Empire…”

Ding!

“…into four separate kingdoms.”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Whose phone was that?” He turns to look around the classroom. “Nobody? You will be tested. Now, to recap, who was Diocletian? An ex-slave who became the ruler of the Roman Empire.”

I slowly slide my phone off of my desk, flipping it over to look at the message.

Incoming text: unknown number

“Did you get it?” I whisper to Kie, gently poking her arm with the butt of my pencil.

“Yeah.” She whispers back.

We both glance back, looking at Pope and JJ, nodding our heads.

JJ grabs Pope, swiftly moving to crouch between Kie and my desks. He pulls up his phone, opening the message.

Kie and I put our phones next to his, followed soon after by Pope.

The same message on all of our screens, staring back at us. A picture. Of John B and Sarah.

“Oh my god.” I whisper.

JJ jumps up, running out of the classroom. Soon after, Kie and I grab our bags, hurrying after him.

“Um, can I be excused to help them in the bathroom?” Pope raises his hand.

“Family emergency!” Kie hurries out the door.

“Pope, quit asking permission!” I frown. “We need to go!”

“We can go to the courtyard.” Kie pants, hurrying towards the exit.

“I mean, is that even possible?” I push the door open, hurrying down the steps. “I mean, Shoupe said that they didn’t make it. He said that.”

“Okay, but I…I think we’re overreacting cause we can’t rule out the possibility that this could all be some kind of weird, cruel hoax.” Pope hurries after me, sitting down at a picnic table.

“I’m just gonna ask.” I shrug my backpack off, sitting on top of the table.

“What if it's actually him, though?” JJ asks.

“Then, I don’t know, okay?” Pope sighs. “I don’t know.”

I quickly type out a message, waiting for a response.

“He responded?” Pope asks.

“He’s typing.” I whisper. “He’s typing.”

Is JJ there?

I’m here Bree

Did you pimp my short board?

JJ starts to laugh, staring at his phone.

I let out a wet laugh, tears starting to slide down my cheeks.

“It’s him.” JJ grins.

“It’s him!” I sniffle.

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“I never doubted them.” JJ grins.

“I owe you five bucks.” Kie laughs.

“Kiara, I need those setups done by five!” Mrs. Carrera calls from the restaurant.

“There are other people that work here!” Kie calls back.

“But none of ‘em are my children!”

“I feel that. On a deep, emotional level, I understand that.” Pope laughs.

“So we going to the Bahamas or what?” JJ asks, helping me climb up to sit on the jetty railing.

“There’s no way we're getting to the Bahamas.” Pope sighs.

“John B will get nabbed sooner or later.” Kie interjects. “So if we’re gonna clear his name, we need to have it done yesterday.”

“I’ll tell you how we do it.” JJ leans against the railing, settling himself between my legs.

“So you have it all planned out?” I tease, poking his cheek.

“As a matter of fact, I do, dear heart.” He grins. “We kidnap Rafe.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I frown.

“We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth. And just wait till he starts squawking.” JJ shrugs.

“You know, torture’s a war crime.” Kie squints, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

“Yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing John B’s name from a prison cell?” Pope asks. “Because that’s a felony.”

“All right, well, what do you got, Pope?” JJ sighs. “I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop, and we’re done.”

“Guys, all we need is a material witness.” I speak up. “We saw Ward’s plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn’t fly it. If someone else flew, they were there on the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. We just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record.”

“How do we do that?” Kie frowns.

“A little light espionage.” I shrug, grinning. “A little ghost recon.”

JJ grins, clapping his hands. “You just said all my favorite words, baby. Let’s do this.”

“Woogity-woogity.” Pope grins.

“Woogity, baby.” JJ chuckles.

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“If this guy flew planes or Ward, he’s gotta be pretty tight-lipped.” Pope leans his head against the window of the car as Kie drives.

“So then direct approach gets my vote.” JJ shrugs, cocking his gun.

“Jayj, no.” I frown.

“No. What?” Kie protests. “Put the gun down, man.”

“Guys!” JJ raises his voice. “We gotta keep this simple, or we’ll never get John B off.”

“Or we just tickle the wire.” Pope shrugs.

“What?” I frown. “Are you making up saying again?”

“We tickle the wire.” Pope sighs. “I plant my phone in his car, and then we listen in on your AirPods.”

“I think that’s his house over there.” I point as Kie slows down.

“All right, honk or, uh… yell or something if you see anything suspicious.” Pope starts to climb out of the car.

“Don’t do anything dangerous.” Kie sighs.

“Come on. I’m not JJ.” Pope laughs.

“So funny, Pope.” JJ sighs.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Kid smokes one joint and now he thinks he’s hot shit.” I climb into the front seat, looking out the window as Pope sneaks up towards the house. “How’s it been going, with Pope and all?” I ask Kie.

“It’s good.” She shrugs.

“That’s it?” I sigh. “‘It’s good?’ That’s all you’re gonna give me?”

“Wait, you and Pope?” JJ frowns. “How did I not know about this? In the bedroom, is he, like, kinda freaky, cause it's Pope, you know?”

“You didn’t know because you ask questions like that, Jayj.” I roll my eyes.

“Why are you even asking?” Kie frowns.

“Just curious.” JJ shrugs. “Just spitballin’.”

“You don’t need to spitball.” I sigh. “We can just sit in silence.”

“Phase one is complete.” Pope grins, climbing back into the car.

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“Why does she get to tickle?” JJ yawns, stretching out in the backseat of the car.

“She’s the best.” I shrug.

“Should I do an accent?” Kie asks.

“Definitely disguise your voice.” Pope nods.

“How would you like me to talk?” Kie asks in a British accent.

“Not like that.” JJ shakes his head.

“Batman.” I laugh.

“Batman.” Kie grins, making her voice deep and gravely.

“There you go.” I smile. “Spot on.”

Kie nods, dialing a number on her phone.

Hello?

“Hello.” Kie answers in her deep voice before turning to Pope. “I can’t.” She whispers in her normal voice.

“Just talk.” I whisper.

Hello?

Kie clears her throat. “Is Gavin there?”

This is Gavin. Who’s this? Hello?

“I know what happened on the tarmac.” Kie blurts out.

Um… who’s this?

“It was Rafe Cameron.” Kie presses. “But you already knew that, and you lied about it.”

Okay, who is this?

“We’re gonna prove it. You’re guilty.” Kie grips her phone, gritting her teeth…

You’re gonna tell me who this is now.

“You could have saved her, Gavin.” Kie frowns. “And you didn’t. And you’re not getting away with this.”

Listen to me! Who is this?

Kie frowns, hanging up the phone. “How was that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I was scared.” JJ nods. “Good job.”

“All right. We tickled the wire. Phase two complete.” Pope nods. “Now we wait and listen.”

“Hey, here he comes.” I whisper, pointing out the window. “Stay down.”

“He didn’t see us. Hit it.” JJ sits up once the headlights pass us.

“Go, go, go, go.” Pope urges Kie, putting the AirPods in his ears as she drives. “He’s talking to Ward.”

“Are you serious?” I frown.

“Yeah.” Pope nods. “Get closer. I can’t hear.”

Kie speeds up, pulling closer.

“He’s talking about negotiating something.” Pope frowns. “Re… renegotiating. Gavin’s got the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin.”

“Holy shit.” I whisper.

“I think he’s trying to use it as extortion, as leverage.” Pope says.

“Wait. He’s pulling over.” Kie frowns.

“He’s panicking.” Pope murmurs.

“Do I pull behind him? What do I do?” Kie panics.

“Go around the block.” Pope urges.

“We’re gonna lose him!” Kie frowns.

“Go, go,go!” JJ leans forward.

“I’m going. I’m going.” Kie huffs.

“I can’t hear anything.” Pope sighs. “Shit. I’m losing the signal. I can’t hear him.”

“What the hell is this?” I frown, watching as Kie pulls up towards a construction site.

“Stop. Just stop and turn around now.” Pope panics.

“Pull in here and back up.” JJ offers.

“I’m just gonna back up.” Kie pulls up further. “Are you kidding?” She panics as a large piece of construction equipment pulls up behind us.

Pope jumps out of the car, running back towards the road. “We gotta know where they’re meeting.”

“We’re going after him, right?” I climb out of the car.

“Yep.” Kie and JJ answer in unison, running off.

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Gavin, meet me now at the construction site near that surf shop. You understand? You bring the gun, I will bring you your money. And then we’re done. Are we good?

Yes, okay. All right, I’ll, um… I’ll see you there.

“What? What does that face mean?” I ask, looking at Pope as he turns to face us.

“Did you hear something?” JJ pants.

“He… he’s meeting Ward right now.” Pope pants. “We gotta go.”

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Day 22 - Gym

Fic if you want to read every posted day : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51386731/chapters/129854215

If Zorua Emmet was on edge, the brother of his friend did not say anything about it, He just stayed out of the terrain like he, himself did when it was Ingo’s who was fighting against the Gym Leader.

And if Ingo won against Brycen with ease, it was unsaid by any of the two that they were before unsure of their capacity to be victorious, Zorua Emmet was even more unsure of it now that he was in front of the challenge, fighting young trainers who started their journey like them was one things, but being against a strong adult who was their real first obstacle of their journey was something else.

He could only take a deep breath, as he realized that it was way too real, not like when they discussed their destination at home, with Drayden looking over their shoulders amused by their decision of destination, He cannot back down now that he was there, he needed to win like his brother friend did – he wonder if Ingo thought the same things when he was in front of Brycen he wonder if Emmet would have think the same if he was still there.

“Emmet is everything alright?” The worried voice of Ingo made Zorua Emmet wince slightly, He did not want Ingo to worry him now of all time.

“Yes, Everything is fine!”

It was not the moment to think like that, Zorua Emmet needed to stay focused.

Looking with determination into Brycen’s eyes, He finally found his voice to talk with as much confidence he could push in front to go straight to the point.

“I am Emmet, I like winning more than anything else and I am ready to win this battle”

That seemed to be enough to sparkle in the gym leader some sort of interest, The declaration of Zorua Emmet definitively did something, but he didn’t know what, and if it was going to be a problem later. “I see, if you are ready to face a Gym Leader. Then... Bring it!”

Brycen did not wait for long to release one of his Pokemon, the annoying Vanillite he used against Ingo in the last battle, who now that he was healed seemed ready to put up a fight against Zorua Emmet, the small ice Pokemon already talking even before Tynamo was on the field.

“I may have lost against the first one but I know you do not have a type advantage, This time I will win!!”

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Is it bad if Zorua Emmet was very satisfied to have beaten the ice-cream Pokemon as fast as his brother friend while he doesn't have any type advantage? Maybe, but in all honestly, he did not care at all, especially with how taunting this Vanillite was with Ingo and him.

Everyone was lucky to not be able to hear what the Pokemon was saying.

As Zorua Emmet was complaining silently, the loud voice of Ingo took him out of his head.

“BRAVO!! It was a fantastic fight Emmet”

It is true that Zorua Emmet won, He got verrrrry lucky for sure, The fight was slightly more difficult than he was imagining, even more with his lack of type advantage, but it was fun to have a Pokemon battle against someone this strong.

“I am Emmet, I won, but I think I just got lucky”

That seemed to make Ingo frown slightly more, upset “Emmet, you should not minimize your effort at just luck, you conduct with your Pokemon a way to victory because you have been working to arrive at this destination for a while now, That is not just luck”.

Neither really saw Brycen get closer, but when they did, the man smile warmly to them “Your brother is right Emmet, The wonderful combination of you and your Pokemon put you on the spot of victory, you should be proud of yourself”

It was a lot, Zorua Emmet did feel embarrassed to be praised openly like that when he was not sure he really deserved it, but at the end of the day, Ingo and Emmet won their first badge, and that was enough.

[james-is-here]

✨The world was dark until you✨

Filler fic, I apologize. The others fics are coming in slow because I’ve hit a road block but i’ve started on Lee Knows and I’m coming up with fics for the others.

I swear, my first series fic will be done, I won’t be a writer who forgets their story. I’m hoping y’all enjoyed Chan’s chapter though, I am really proud of it.

Mrs. MinLee stared at her son who was face down in his pillow, refusing to get up when he has school in half an hour.

“Kai.” She said sternly. “You’re gonna be late, get up now.” She got a mumbled reply in return. “I’m good.” The woman sighs and turns when she hears her husband walk down the hall who stopped in place with wide eyes when he saw his wife’s stern face and crossed arms. “What’d i do now?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Kai won’t get up.” “Ah, Schmettling, Doesn’t he have online classes?” “Aish, Gunther, you never listen. I’ve told you that his second semester is in person because he has traditional art classes.”

The younger male huffs, making his parents turn to him and he sits up. His mom sighs and her face turns into sympathy as she looks at her sons eyes. They’re still grey, almost black, almost…emotionless.

“Kai, your eyes.” His dad points out and Kai huffs out angrily. Besides the full color, his sclera was red, he’s been crying.

“Oh, son, I thought you got your colors?” “I-I thought I did to, Eomma…It went away last week…” “I knew that Thompson boy was bad.” “Appa-“ “Sorry, ehm, you need to get up and get to class.” “How can I do art classes without color? Come to think of it, no one in my classes doesn’t have their soulmate, pretty sure I’m the only one in existence to have their color taken away after a breakup…”

His mother sighed. He’s not wrong, even though you’ve lost your soulmate, you don’t loose all colors, they’re just duller and less bright till another is found but for Kai, it was rare where all his colors were taken, not just from his sight but for his eyes included. When his mom saw his eyes, she teared up a bit, excepting to see his blue eyes instead of grey.

“Well…maybe a classmate could be paired with you?” The male sighs and rubs his face. “I-I guess I could try…” “Good, your luckily Uni isn’t that far from home or you would be really late now, chop chop, let’s go.”

Kai stands in front of his classroom for a moment. He’s wearing his grey school hoodie under the school blazer he was sent before the semester started and navy pants he borrowed from a friend.

He had on sunglasses and he knew he’d have to take them off as his hand landed on the handle and pushed in. “Sorry that I’m late.” The teacher gave a soft smile and nods as Kai bows. “Actually…” The bell rang and the teacher smiled. “You’re right on time. I’m sorry, sir, but those won’t be allowed.” She said immediately and Kai sighs.

“Um, may i ask real quick what we’re doing today? I-I might need a guide…” “A guide? What do you mean?” “Uh-Um, W-Well my…my recent partner who I thought was my designated soulmate breakup with me recently…” “That shouldn’t be a problem, you’ll just see dull colors.” “W-well…” His hands shook slightly as he reached up and removed his glasses.

“Oh! How unique.” She said when she saw his eyes and the students gasped. “So…you can’t see any colors?” “Yeah…before this semester I did b-but i guess my connection to this person was…stronger so the effect was stronger…I-I don’t really know.” “Alright. Well, you can sit…” She looked around before seeing an empty spot.

“…next to my top student, Hyunjin. He can help you with colors.” Turning to the male, to Kai his hair looked white, making Kai assume he had a light hair color, his face was cute in Kai’s opinion and he held a soft expression as he waved, snapping Kai out of his zone as he walked over and sat next to him.

“Hi…” He heard a voice whisper as he was watching the teacher talk. “H-Hi…I-I’m sorry you have to help me…” “It’s okay. Gives me something to do.” “What do you mean?” He pulls out his phone under the table and taps on it before handing it over to Kai.

It was opened to a folder of artworks. Even without color, Kai found the pieces beautiful. “I paint with every free time I have, she even gives me some of the assignments ahead of time so I can do them and then turn them in.” “Wow…I need to find my new soulmate soon or I might end up failing this class…” “You’ll find them eventually.” “Wait…painting these…does that mean you have dull colors?” “Yeah…Your problem though is interesting, never heard of someone going back to no color.”

Kai sighs. “Yeah, it’s a bit strange.” The other male hums before speaking. “I-I’m sorry if this is too awkward but I hope you find someone too…only cause I think you have a nice eye color…” “Oh, your fine. Um, my mom says they’re blue.” Hyunjin looks down, what seems like shyness on his face as he answered back. “I like blue eyes…”

Kai throws the color strips away from him, it echoing in the empty studio he sat in on a stool in front of a blank canvas.

His guide in colors was going…good enough. Even if he couldn’t see them properly he still tried and the teacher actually like what he painted, but she may have curved the grade on pieces that don’t look…that good…but if she told him that who knows what would happen.

Kai puts his head in his hands and sighs, taking a moment to breath and remember what Hyunjin always told him.

“If you are ever overwhelmed, first take a breath and slow down. You won’t be able to remember things if your minds all jumbled.”

So that’s what Kai did, he took a deep breath then looked up and over the the splayed out stack of color samples. He noticed some came off the small metal rod and near the stack was the broken pin that holds the sheets in place.

Well, that’s what happens when this class has had a bunch of students but only one color sample stack.

He gets up and picks up the cards and the broken piece then looks around. He finds a box near the exit of the studio, deciding to put the cards in there so the cards are still available but the metal rod can get gotten rid of.

“Oh, hey.” He looks up and sees Hyunjin. “Hey! A-Are you okay? I-I haven’t seen you in a couple days.” “Yeah, I didn’t really tell anyone but one of my family members…passed away…I was at the service and healing of course.” “Aw, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, how have you been?” “Good…kind of struggling recently.” He mumbles as he looks down at the color cards again, rearranging them neatly before stepping beside Hyunjin to throw the trash away but then as he’s turning back, Hyunjin is a lot closer.

“W-What- Hyunjin?” “Oh, Sorry.” He took a small step back. “I can help you with the assignment until schools over.” “What if I…gave up?” Hyunjin immediately grabbed his elbow and pulled him back. “Excuse me?” Kai awkwardly looked down at this feet, shuffling between his left and right foot. “What if I…gave up…” “Take it back.” “Why should I?” Kai asked with furrowed brows as he lifted his head back to Hyunjin.

“I heard Mrs. Lang has been curving my grades of assignments that don’t look as good as they should be. Seeing no color is getting me pity that I don’t need.” “You’re still good.” “Am I?” “You are!” Kai pulled his arm away from Hyunjin and stepped back.

“Why were you really not here last week?” “I told you I was at a service-“ “Hyunjin, I’ve gotten to know your quirks the closer we’ve gotten, you’re lying…What were you doing?”

Hyunjin knew he was in trouble and he could see the look in Kai’s dark eyes. “Kai…” “Tell me.” “I-I…Mrs. Lee gave me permission to skip a week with no consequences…” “Why?” “To…” “To what?” “I-I can’t say-“ “Can’t say what Hyunjin! Just spit it out!!” “To make extra canvases for you!! She believes that you have potential but since you can’t see colors, you may not be able to do some of the assignments and she wants you to pass for future opportunities so I give canvases I made to Mrs. Lee so she can grade you. She must be curving them cause she knows your condition.”

“You made a deal with the principal?!” “I didn’t want to but-“ “You two don’t believe in me?? I thought principals were supposed to encourage students better? And you…my only friend this entire semester…you don’t- You don’t believe in me?” Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his mouth parts open. “No! I do!” “Then why did you do it? Why did you agree to replace my art?” He was silent, looking down at his feet. “Well?” “Cause I thought if we passed senior year together…we could go to the same college and…have a journey together…”

“A journey?” Kai asked and Hyunjin looks up again. “I-I got my color full color a week ago as well…when I got upset after dropping my fresh canvas.” Kai crossed his arms and his face softened.

Hyunjin and Kai were ‘studying’ in Mrs. Lee’s classroom, Hyunjin helping Kai with colors and Hyunjin finishing a canvas. When he was done, he got up to place it out of the way to dry when he tripped over the easel and lost his grip on the canvas.

It landed face down and normally Hyunjin doesn’t get upset over something like this but it was his most favorite piece, two figures just holding each other on a background with black, red, and a little white. He would say he doesn’t know who the two are but deep down he felt like it was him and Kai…

He started tearing up and Kai moved over to him quickly after the sound of the canvas hit the floor and he looked at the canvas then to the artist only to see him getting upset.

“Hey, Hey, Jinnie, it’s okay.” Kai said as he wrapped his arms around the male and hugged him. “It’s okay. What’s wrong? You usually brush off mistakes like this.”

Kai had pulled away and held his face in his hands and having him look into his dull eyes. Kai’s caring nature had Hyunjin feeling protected and suddenly his saturated world because brighter when he noticed…he loved his friend…

“I didn’t know how to tell you after I noticed your eyes were still dull and dark.” Now Kai was confused and shocked. Shocked because…Hyunjin liked him? and confused because he has grown to love Hyunjin too, that’s why he was so worried and more caring about the young male.

“But…I like you too…I-I still don’t have color…” Kai forgot that he was mad at Hyunjin and furrowed his brows. “What?” “I-I like you too…but I don’t know why I don’t have colors.” He looked at Hyunjin, into his eyes and waited for something to happen but nothing.

“Can…Can I try something? Maybe because I’ve already looked at someone and that relationship was really, I might need to do something…more this time.” “Y-Yeah.”

Kai stepped forward, hesitance physically visible as Hyunjin watched him with every step. “Um…Close your eyes.” “Why?” “For me? I’m slowly losing confidence.” Hyunjin nods softly and closes his eyes.

Kai now noticed how much shorter Hyunjin is, may be a couple inches but still. He places a shaky hand on the side of his face and tilts it up a little, he can feel and hear his breath hitch and he leans down the small amount before connecting his lips to Hyunjin’s.

He gasps, his hand coming up to hold Kai’s wrist as he processed what just happened before leaning in, taking a step and moving his free hand to hold Kai’s left arm as he got closer and Kai wrapped it around his waist.

After a moment, he went to pull away when Hyunjin moved his right arm around Kai’s neck and pulled him back in, his right arm going around his neck as well as Kai wrapped his other arm around Hyunjin’s waist and pulled him in a step closer.

Kai pulled back again, this time forcing Hyunjin to stay back with his arms and he laughs. “Are you going to open your eyes?” Hyunjin asked and Kai did that slowly, he didn’t expect that idea to work but when he opened his eyes slightly and saw strands of blonde hair framing his face that didn’t making it into the bun he put up and the males brown eyes which widened when Kai’s widen.

“Shit, your pretty.” Was the first thing Kai said before busting out into laughter and hiding his face in his shoulder. “Thank you, that was really sudden.” “I was taken by surprise. This is the first time I’m actually seeing you in color. If I didn’t react like that though I was gonna play dumb and say it didn’t work.” “There’s one flaw to the evil plan if you did do that.” “And what’s that?”

Hyunjin moved an arm from Kai’s shoulder and placed his hand on the side of Kai’s face, his thumb rubbing underneath the older males eye as Hyunjin smiled softly. “I would’ve noticed your eyes…damn…” “What?” Kai chuckles and opened his eyes again. “I really do like blue eyes.” He said before moving forward again to kiss Kai.

After defiance of wanting to split and the need to split, they carried on the rest of their day perfectly. They apologized to Mrs. Lee and Kai gladly made up the assignments that were ‘messed up’ as he put it so his now boyfriend didn’t feel guilty.

After the semester and the year ended, Kai’s Mom gave him permission to live in her fathers old house that was given to her after he passed where Kai immediately asked if Hyunjin wanted to live with him, he quickly said yes and talked to his own parents about it.

After moving a few boxes from each others homes, they lay on the empty living room floor, just staring at the ceiling. At some point while he was getting boxes from his house, Hyunjin hung up fairy light on the ceiling and it looked like stars.

“So…now that we graduated, what did your vision say we did next?” Hyunjin sighs softly before rolling to his side and wrapping his arms around his waist, Kai accepting it and wrapping his arms around him as Hyunjin tangled their legs. The floor was uncomfortable but they didn’t plan to get up.

“From what I remember…We applied to the same college…we also…” He stayed silently as he thought. “We got to a point where we sold our art to big names but before that we sold small prints to people who found us.” “You’re adorable.” He looks up quickly, being greeted by his sweet smile and soft eyes.

“W-What?” “You’re adorable.” Hyunjin whines before scooting up further to wrap his arms around Kai’s neck and bury his face in his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” His reply comes out mumbled and Kai has him repeat it with a smile. “I love you.” Kai squeezes his arms around the youngers waist, leaving a peck on his cheek. “I love you, too, Jinnie.”

They lay there for a moment more before Kai huffs. “The floor is starting to hurt, let’s move.” “But your bed is still at your parents house…” Hyunjin points out as he stands up.

“Shit….”

He scratches his neck and chuckles with a small smile. “Wanna meet my parents?” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes turning into crescents as he wraps his arms around Kai. “Yeah, only because we need a bed and your parents are closer to us.”

Kai smiles and they are walk out the small house.

They can’t wait to start their journey and get closer to one another.

[monfixity]

Rainbow - Joshua Hong

Summary: Joshua and you were trying for a child, and it wasn’t working well. You were pretty upset about it because many around you tried once and succeeded. But for you and Joshua it didn’t work. As a rainbow appeared on your way, you saw life suddenly different and that gifted you with the biggest gift. 

Rainbows had a different meaning for everyone. Some may say it was a symbol of celebration when you followed your heart's desire and purpose. Others may have heard of the Irish legend saying that at the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold waiting and magic that made your dreams come true. But for you and Joshua it had a different meaning. At first, you saw it simply as a rainbow but after an incident Joshua made you think differently.

 After your wedding, you and Joshua tried to have a baby. It wasn't as easy as it always seemed. Whenever you talked with friends they said after only a few tries they got pregnant, but you and Joshua were trying for a whole year, and nothing had happened. You slowly lost hope and asked yourself what was wrong with you. Why couldn't you get pregnant such as everyone else? After you took another pregnancy test that was negative once again, your mood was low.

As much as you tried to hide it in front of your husband Joshua, he knew right away. It was as if he could look right through you and see whenever you felt down. It was pointless to try and hide something, although you tried it every single time.

"It was negative again?" Joshua cupped your face, kissing your forehead.

"Yes, I don't understand." you looked into your husband's eyes.

"Give it some time, honey." Joshua stroked your cheeks. "I know that sometimes it takes time, but we should not lose our hope," he added. "What if we get our heads away from this for a weekend? Just spend some time on the house on the cliff. I could ask Pledis to hand it over for a weekend." Joshua suggested.

"That sounds good, maybe I really need to just clear my head."

"Give me a moment." Joshua smiled, holding your hand.

Joshua took his phone and as promised arranged to get the house on the cliff. It was your favourite spot. It was quiet, no people were seen or heard. Only the sound of the wind breaking the waves on the shore, the leaves on trees rustling and the seagulls trying to get some fish from the water. It was kind of magical.

 "We could pack a few things and leave for the house if you want," Joshua suggested. "But pack some rain clothes as well. It looks like it will rain." Joshua looked out the window. You followed his eyes and nodded. "Seems like it indeed."

 It didn't take you long to pack the clothing and things you needed for this trip. You sat down in the car as Joshua packed the suitcase into the car and sat down behind the wheel after that. "Ready for a weekend, my love?"

"Yes, ready." you smiled lightly, still heavy heart. You hated your brain for not stopping to think about bad things. It could be so easy to be happy if you hadn't had an overthinking brain. You tried to shake off the thoughts but somehow it wasn't this easy. As you looked up out the windshield you saw a rainbow appearing over the sea.

Joshua smiled. "Did you know that when a rainbow appears it symbolises that we should hold onto our hope and desires? And if we follow our heart's desire that the magic of the rainbow will fulfil our biggest dream and wish?" Joshua explained.

"I really like that idea of the rainbow." you smiled at your husband who took a glance at you before looking back on the road.

"Yes, I never really liked the pot of gold. I mean this rainbow is right above the sea, was there a hidden underwater leprechaun world." Joshua chuckled. "Well, now that I think of it, could be."

You laughed. "But maybe this rainbow tells us not to lose hope." you smiled.

Joshua took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. "I am sure it does. If we hope for our baby, then we will have it. One day or another." Joshua kept on holding your hand.

"That sounds great." you leaned your head against the seat. "Thank you, Joshua, for cheering me up."

"Always, my love."

  The first day in the house you didn't do much. It started to rain after all and even though you loved the rain, the rain pour that occurred wasn't possible to go out with. Joshua and you spent all day inside the house, watching some movies and later went to bed. You were tired as well after such a long trip to the house. But somehow the rainbow symbolism Joshua told you about was making you happy again, you have hope for some reason.

As you woke up the next morning you saw your husband lying next to you, still sleeping. His head was facing the window, and the sun was shining on his face. You loved him in the morning even more. Perhaps it was because only you could see him this way. The hair messed up, eyes barely open due to the light being too bright. And the voice that was still sounding hoarse.

You leaned your body on your elbow and pushed your body a bit up, looking down at your peacefully sleeping husband. You stroked his chest and chin towards his cheek and through his hair. Joshua stirred awake and slowly opened his eyes, looking right into your eyes. He smiled and took your hand on his chest to hold it. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling on this sunny day?"

"Very good." you smiled.

"Shall we go out for breakfast? We could drive to the old café we always visited," he suggested.

"Yes, that sounds lovely." you grinned.

 This was pretty much everything you did all weekend. Peaceful, quiet moments. Sleeping in, eating breakfast at your favourite café, and for dinner? Before going back to the house, you went to get some groceries. It was a lovely weekend. It was so relaxing and had everything you needed to get your strength back, not only for negative tests but also for your daily life. But you had to admit, you were missing the weekend already, and it only had been 3 weeks. Joshua had a tight schedule the last three weeks so you barely saw him which meant you missed him even more.

 One morning, when you woke up in the empty bed again, you knew Joshua had another morning show interview. But you also were surprised about your body feeling cranky and you feeling some nausea. You were wondering if you caught some flu during the last few weeks, but then you had this tiny hope, only a tiny one that could mean that the weekend was relaxing and a success in the family planning process.

You stood up, carefully and went to the bathroom to look for the two last pregnancies test you had in the drawer. Just to be sure, you took both at once and waited. The waiting was almost as bad as the timing of waiting for the shift to end. It felt like hours even though it was only a few minutes. As your timer on the phone went off you walked over to the two waiting pregnancy tests and couldn't believe it. One said two lines and the other one said 'Pregnant, 2 - 3 weeks." you gasped. Was it the rainbow magic? Was this legend true or was this fate deciding now it was time to gift them with a baby? Nevertheless, you couldn't wait for Joshua to come home.

You took it back. It wasn't the waiting for the pregnancy test results that was the worst nor the waiting to leave work. No, it was the waiting for Joshua to come home to tell him the great news. You were sitting on the sofa with a tea in hand as you heard the key in the lock. Joshua walked in and smiled. After he took off his coat and shoes he walked over to you, crawling onto the sofa, kissing you.

"How were the interviews?" you stroked your husband's hair as he lay down on your chest.

"Exhausting, I could fall asleep right now, but it's barely 7," Joshua murmured.

"Well, I could wake you up with some news," you said, making Joshua look up. As he saw your grinning face he sat up. "No way, don't tell me it was positive?" Joshua's eyes lit up.

"I made two tests just in case and both said I am pregnant." you smiled brightly.

Joshua jumped up and cheered. "Yes. Thank you, god, for finally gifting us." Joshua looked at you, having probably the biggest smile on his face. "We are having a baby." he beamed.

You stood up and walked over to your husband, hugging him. "Yes, we finally have our dream come true, Joshua."

Joshua hugged you back and his smile never left his face. And you knew, tomorrow the members would know as well. There was no way you could stop Joshua's excitement, but you understood because you couldn't wait for the baby to grow and to hold your first child in your arms.

Seventeen Masterlist

[prussialovebot]

gilbert meets x while trying to have a nice day off.

he's a little bit of a freak about it.

wc: 917

Gilbert, being alive for as long as he has, had many small joys in life. He tried not to take them for granted, either.

The stained glass in his favorite church, the quiet evenings with the dogs, Francis and Antonio, and that small hole in the wall bookshop that he frequented.

He wouldn’t call himself a collector. He liked having his bookshelves full of older books was all. 

Today was one of those days where his brother was stuck in back to back meetings and Gilbert really didn’t feel like sitting in on it. The weather was chilly, colder than it normally was for early fall, so he bundled himself up for a brisk walk in town.

He stops for coffee in the small cafe that knows him, and then, by the time he gets to the bookshop, its mid-morning. He steps inside and takes in the smell of old books and dusty shelves. He isn’t expecting to spot Alfred’s friend standing at the front counter, speaking to the bookshop owner.

“Apologies, I don’t think this is what I’m looking for.” He says as he flips through the pages, a deep frown creasing his brow. He jumps when Gilbert opens the door, the small bell above it ringing. He glances at him from the corner of his eye before quickly returning to look back at the shopkeep. “You don’t have any others?”

“I’m sorry sir, this is the only book of that description.” The bookshop owner takes it back. She turns to Gilbert. “Ah, Mr. Beilschmidt, just one moment.” 

“Ja, take your time.” Gilbert waves her off, walking further into the shop to look at anything new that may have come in. He subtly eavesdrops on the others' conversation still. He’s too curious about what the man was looking for.

“Again, I’m sorry. That’s quite the old book you’re looking for.” 

“Haha, it’s quite alright. I know anywhere would be a longshot. Thank you for your help.” The man waved to the shopkeeper and threw Gilbert one last glance before he hurried out of the shop.

“What was he looking for?” He couldn’t keep his nose out of things. The shopkeeper frowns.

“An old book of fairytales, probably from the late 19th century. Prussian, specifically.” She sighs. “Says his mother had a copy that ultimately was lost. Poor boy.”

That gives him pause. He knew that the man was American. Alfred had loudly proclaimed to everyone that he was ‘like a brother’ and that he would be traveling with him from now on. So, he gave one small wave to the shopkeep before calmly heading out after him.

What he wasn’t expecting was for him to be right outside the door, and slams right into him. Gilbert spills his coffee on him as they both tumblr to the ground. The two just stare at each other for a moment.

“I am so sorry.” Gilbert quickly stands up, offering a hand to him. “I uh- I didn’t realize you were right there.”

The man blinks at him, before taking his hand and standing.

“Ah, it’s alright. I have a bad habit of standing where I’m not supposed to.” The man waves him off. “You’re….ah…Gilbert, right?”

He’s surprised that the man even remembers him.They had a brief interaction at the last world meeting, but that was it. He’s a little more embarrassed now that he’s both spilt his coffee on him and can’t remember his name.

“Oh, yeah, yes. That’s me. You’re…?” 

“Just call me X.” He held a hand out. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”

Gilbert shakes his hand. He nods. He tries to take note of his grip. He looks a little skinny, compared to Alfred. They also looked wildly different, X having a dark shade of blue for hair and bright green eyes. He wonders if Arthur is involved somehow. Was he even a personification?

“You’re looking for a specific book? Is that why you’re in Germany?”

“Ah, no. Your brother has a meeting with Al.” He sighs. “I’m here to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid outside of the meetings. On paper, I’m here as security.”  

“You’re marked as security? Why?” Gilbert watches as he reaches down to grab the notepad he was holding before, along with his bag. 

“Al doesn’t want me going around with a weapon, it was the easiest option.” He flips through the notepad and finds the original page he was on, crossing out something on it. “Sorry to disturb your day, Mr. Beilschmidt.” 

“I think I’ve disturbed yours more.” He laughs. He tries to get a small glance at the notebook, only to find half of the lettering scribbled out. “You’re here for business yet you’re spending your time looking for a book?”

X flushes and something in Gilbert quirks up, takes notice of the deer in the headlight looks.

“Ah, yeah.” The bluenette gives a nervous laugh, like he’s hiding something. He puts a few more inches between the two of them. “It’s an old book I’d found once in passing.”

Hm. That’s a different story than he gave the shopkeep, and there were definitely a few more names on that list. He tried to figure out which one was the actual lie. Probably the one that X had told him, right?

“Listen, it was nice to meet you, but, I should really get back.” X gave him a polite, but forced smile. Gilbert just smiled back.

“Of course, I’ll see you around, X.”

[crow-rodriguez]

Chapter Seven: I Just Had Sex

I woke up the next morning, yawning as I looked around and saw RaeLynn laying next to me. She was sleeping so peacefully and she was so beautiful, wrapped up in the blankets and naked… wait… naked!? 

I suddenly started to remember that she and I had sex for the first time last night. I realized that last night was RaeLynn’s first time being intimate with anybody since what she went through with Maxwell, and I lost my virginity on fucking Christmas Eve. Now that had to have been a sin somehow. 

I got out of bed and started getting dressed, looking in the mirror to see a ton of very noticeable hickeys all over my neck. I gasped and quickly grabbed my concealer to cover the hickeys up with. I let out a sigh of relief when I  had the hickeys covered and went to put a shirt on over my sports top when RaeLynn woke up and whined, “nooo, don't put a shirt on!! You look so hot!” She said as she reached out for me.

I looked at her and smiled, “I have to, Mi dulce,” I told her as I kissed her head, gasping when she just pulled me down and kissed me which I obviously returned with the same passion. We spent about ten, fifteen minutes just kissing until someone walked in without knocking.

“Hey, gi-” Raymond said as he opened the door, freezing on the spot before he took a deep breath and just closed the door behind himself as he left my room.

RaeLynn turned bright red, “oh my God, I can't believe that just happened!!” she said, getting up to get dressed. She started to ramble about how Raymond didn't know how to knock as she got dressed in a hurry, throwing one of my sweaters on like it was suddenly hers but I didn't mind since she looked cute.

New years eve was a strange night, I was in Cuba with my parents, Rosa, and Ethan. I was sitting on a balcony, smoking a cigarette while I thought. I couldn't get my mind off of Christmas Eve, I knew that having sex was normal and that it wasn't bad but I felt bad about it because I never once stopped and asked RaeLynn if she actually wanted it, it just happened. I guess Ethan could sense my distress and walked outside to join me for a smoke break, “what troubles you, Val?” He asked as he lit one of his own cigarettes and sat next to me.

I looked at him, “promise me you won't get mad at me?” I asked as I took a deep breath when he nodded, “RaeLynn and I had sex on Christmas Eve…” I started.

“Oh, I know. Raymond walked in on you two making out while RaeLynn had only the blankets over her, he told me all about it,” Ethan told me, “are you feeling weird about it?” He asked.

“Not weird, but I feel bad about it,” I said as I looked at him, “RaeLynn and I were making out which I am in no way complaining about, but then we both got very handsy, and I realize now that in the moment I didn't stop to even ask her for consent. And I know that was the first time she'd been that intimate with someone since what Maxwell did to her. I feel bad, I feel like I may have forced it onto her and she was just too sweet and nice to tell me to stop,” I explained as I grabbed my soda and took a drink.

Ethan nodded a bit as he thought, “you remember Vi's dad, right? The tall man with the green dreadlocks?” He asked, looking at me.

I nodded, “yeah, the one who always seemed really mean and possessive over Raymond,” I said. I was confused as to why he was bringing that guy up.

Ethan took a deep breath, “Tyler also did some things to Raymond, some things that really scarred him. Those things are how Violetta was born. And it took Raymond a really hard time to be comfortable with being touched by any man, even Dya and I couldn't touch him without him going into a really bad panic. He and I just recently got him into a mindset where he is able to handle little touches, it's taken him a while because his trauma was so much more recent and his time to heal hasn't been as long as RaeLynn’s has been. RaeLynn has also had family and friends who have been there to support her through her healing journey, however Raymond hasn't because his dad isn't as nice. RaeLynn may not have verbally given you consent, but I can tell from the hickeys that you tried and failed to hide, that she was one hundred percent as into the deed as you were that night. But I still encourage you to talk to her about this,” he explained to me before he got up and put his cigarette out then walked back inside.

I thought for a bit about what he said, letting it sink in and decided to message RaeLynn to meet me at our spot when I got home before I put my phone away and walked inside to get some sleep.

Two days later, I got off the plane from Cuba and bought myself two Krazy Krapple Busters at the airport so I could drink them and beat the jetlag. I quickly got on the city bus to meet RaeLynn at our spot, the abandoned warehouse in the park that nobody uses. We always met there when we needed to have a serious conversation. 

When I arrived at our spot, I saw that RaeLynn was already here, “hey, Bunny,” I said as I sat down.

“Hey! How was your trip back?” She asked me as she kissed my cheek.

I sighed, “tiring,” I told her then took a deep breath, “I want to talk about Christmas Eve,” I said as I looked at her. I didn’t exactly know how to start it, so I just went for it, “did you actually want to, or did you feel uncomfortable but didn’t tell me to stop because you didn’t wanna hurt my feelings?” I asked her, seeing the shocked expression on her face.

“Val, Have you been worryin’ about this? Of course, I wanted to!” she told me, grabbing my hands as she looked at me, “listen to me, I am not completely healed from what Maxwell did to me. I don’t think I ever will because of how many pieces of me that he stole from me through those three years that he hurt me, but I know you and I know that you would never do anything to purposefully harm me, or force me into anything that made me uncomfortable. You have too good of a heart to ever, ever do that,” she said, holding eye contact with me for the longest she ever had. She typically was incredibly uncomfortable with eye contact, “you are Valentina Julietta Rodriguez, Not Maxwell Joseph Derickson. You are not some creepy, old man who likes to harm children. You are a sweet, kind soul who has been hurtin’ and deserves a li’l bit of love to get you through the darkness. And I plan on bein’ that light for you, Valentina,” she added before she kissed me. 

I kissed her back, my heart swelling with every word she said, “why are you so sweet?” I asked in a near-whisper before she and I got up to head to my house. I felt like our conversation went well so now I had to look for a new topic to talk about, “what are you planning for your Sweet Sixteen?” I looked at her.

“I don’t know yet, it feels kind of weird that I’m turnin’ sixteen in less than a month. It kind of feels like time is goin’ too fast” she said as she held my hand, “I don’t even know if I’m goin’ to be up for celebratin’ my mom’s condition has gotten even worse. They think she’s gonna kick it before my birthday…” she explained, looking away as she tried to hide how scared and sad she was. I could tell she didn’t want to worry me, but I could also feel the way her hand trembled in mine. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze to silently show her that I was there for her, I couldn’t completely relate because both of my parents were in mostly good health and were never as nice and caring as Mrs. Selena Derickson was. Mrs. Derickson was always a nice woman, she was accepting and kind. Even though her family wasn’t super well off, she made sure that Raymond and Rylyn had good memories even though she was in an incredibly abusive marriage, even if she was so sick some days that she couldn’t get out of her bed. Her and RaeLynn weren’t super close, but I knew that RaeLynn idolized her mother which I understood why, Selena was a beautiful woman who always gave everything for her children and family. In my opinion, she was the only person I would ever see as a true saint. 

I looked at RaeLynn, “well, maybe we can get E to buy us some booze then we can get drunk and drown our sorrow,” I said as I pulled her close and wrapped my arm around her.

[kyemeruthie]

Cheers to 33

Eventful start of the year, so far. Birthday month is about to end. This month should generally be a happy one, laidback and chill. Much like the other years, I would have been able to travel this month or spent quality time with favorite people.

This is probably one of those memorable ones, where you knew your heart was beating so fast, you are close to hyperventilating. College debate days. Except this time, you are arguing with yourself. 

Ah, but God has something to say. A lesson to teach, perhaps. The start of the year has been rough.

I felt like that call was an eviction notice and we had to scramble for a place to live before we can finally have our own. Compelled to decide on the spot for a condo buy even if I was trying to set sights for an actual house. I'm still not sure about this, but I am sure God will deliver.

Classes were mid and largely because I was just trying to get by. Office work also turned out to be quite toxic. I mean every year there's major drama, not sure why or how this ends up. One major culprit would be unresolved chismis. Dunno. It adds, worsens the burnout. Alongside the myriad life choices you had to make every now and then. There's just too much you can take on your plate.

I also felt like the resignation of a close colleague took a toll on me. Largely because they were an asset but also because our discussion would have been confrontational, pushing them to resign. It could also be a culmination of all the stress that beset the work we do.

March could have been a breather but it wasn't much. Had to deal with grades and piled up work. The project with Aus is not making any clear progress in my perspective, I feel like I'm leaving it behind.

And then there are matters of the heart. A lot happened, words said and exchanged. Feelings spilled, gathered, only awash with emotions right after. I’m not sure how to explain exactly what unfolded. What’s clear was the need to be resolute with the principles you believe in. And then you also consider how this may hurt other people you genuinely like, in the process. It was bittersweet. On your birthday, you may likely lose a friend, like a blunt knife suddenly pulled from you. There is numbness, that phantom feeling of pain for what has been lost and may be difficult to recover.

I'd be catholic about it, carrying that cross as a burden for a significant amount of time. Walls were broken down and it really is good to be appreciated, admired. The internal conflict would probably be on my end, feeling some guilt over enjoying the attention but also hurting someone in the process. Pareto efficiency at play, my dear students. Hay.

Next month, the application results (at least for the interview) would be released. I pray hard to be given the opportunity to be interviewed for that PhD position in Berlin. Wanted this so bad. The wait adds to the anxiousness, alongside all the other things that were left unresolved or fully given some closure. Even the applications for research conferences would be released next month.

On days like this, we follow Mikey’s mantra for Carm, “let it rip. Let go, move forward in full force, understanding that your momentum will get you through no matter how hard and hurtful it can become. The destination is not the ultimate goal, the journey is. And so, we let it rip.

The advice: to let those walls finally crumble, to wait and pray still, harder. In the face of vulnerability, you find that people are ready to listen and accept you, only if you’d also allow them. I may or may not lose a friend, still not sure where this would lead. So, we enjoy the days because you are once again reminded to live fully and take every opportunity to laugh about the most mundane things, it may not happen again.

Let it rip and choose to go with the flow. Too much to wait for and all we can do is pray. All I need to do is pray. You need some balm for all the lashes endured, some assurance for the hurt you've incurred, that soul-seeping peace that everything is going to be alright. Soon, later, no clear time really. But that time will come. Until then we continue to wait faithfully.

Here goes to nothing or many more. Cheers to a new year, self.