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Narancia Ghirga

An in-depth look at the character.

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Buckle up, folks. This post is going to be a disgustingly long one.

I’ll break it down into 5 categories;

Past

Personality

Relationships

Stand

Conclusion

This post is going to have a lot of theories presented based on facts we are given about the character. You are welcome to disagree with these theories.

That being said- there will be heavy topics addressed ahead so read with caution.

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Past

Narancia’s past was summed up in a total of 9 pages in the manga (yes, I counted).

I’ll give a VERY brief summary of his past here.

Narancia’s mother died from an eye disease when he was ten years old.

His father (unnamed) never showed affection to Narancia. Especially after his mother passed away.

Narancia stopped attending school and spent time with his friends, instead.

Narancia was framed and sent to juvie.

The cops beat Narancia.

Narancia left juvie with an infected eye.

Narancia’s friends avoided him.

He learned he was betrayed by his friend.

Narancia stays in the streets and gives up on life.

Fugo crosses paths with Narancia and takes him to eat spaghetti.

Bucciaratti brings him to a hospital for treatment.

Narancia asks to join the mafia and Bruno yells at him.

Narancia returns home and never trusts his father again.

6 months later, Narancia joins Passione.

All of this is a very glossed over summarization of what we learn about Narancia in 9 pages. And those nine pages are extremely telling.

Let’s take a more in-depth look at all of this information.

First, let’s start with the fact that Narancia, at age 10, effectively lost both of his parents. Between his mother suddenly dying from an unnamed eye disease (which I speculate to be orbital cellulitis) and his father (word for word in the manga) “never showed much affection for his son, and after the mothers death, he only became more and more distant”.

Narancia, without outright stating it, was neglected by his father.

The following are what is considered neglect from the written work “Child Neglect: A Guide for Prevention, Assessment, and Intervention” and examples that Narancia directly experienced in those short 9 pages;

Physical Neglect

Abandonment - the desertion of a child without arranging for his reasonable care or supervision.

{source 1}

Example:

Narancia was roaming the streets and sleeping at friends houses.

Nutritional Neglect - when a child is undernourished or is repeatedly hungry for long periods of time, which can sometimes be evidenced by poor growth.

{source 1}

Examples:

Narancia was stealing his dinners (pre-juvie).

Narancia was “scrounging for food like a cat through the trash cans behind a restaurant” (post-juvie).

“Narancia was hospitalized. With a real bed and proper nutrition—-“ (direct from the manga).

Medical Neglect

Delay in Health Care - the failure to seek timely and appropriate medical care for a serious health problem that any reasonable person would have recognized as needing professional medical attention.

{source 1}

Example:

Narancia’s eye infection- which was a result of the beatings he received from the cops while in juvie.

Inadequate Supervision

Permitting or not keeping the child from engaging in risky, illegal, or harmful behaviors.

{source 1}

Examples:

Narancia stealing food.

Narancia roaming the streets unsupervised or with other children.

Narancia dropping out of school.

Emotional Neglect

Inadequate Nurturing or Affection- the persistent, marked inattention to the child’s needs for affection, emotional support, or attention.

{source 1}

Example:

Narancia’s father was noted as being distant (and extremely so after his mother passed).

Narancia’s father (in the anime) did not reassure him of the eye disease that killed his mother and left him alone at her grave.

Other permitted maladaptive behavior - the encouragement or permission of other maladaptive behavior under circumstances where the parent or caregiver has reason to be aware of the existence and the seriousness of the problem, but does not intervene.

{source 1}

Examples:

Narancia goes to juvie.

Narancia drops out of school.

Narancia joins the mafia.

Educational Neglect

Permitted Chronic Truancy - permitting habitual absenteeism from school averaging at least 5 days a month if the parent or guardian is informed of the problem and does not attempt to intervene.

{source 1}

Example:

Narancia stops attending school.

Narancia only resumes school attendance (for a time) under Bruno’s directive.

Narancia drops out of school again and joins the mafia.

Failure to enroll or other truancy- failing to homeschool, to register, or to enroll a child of mandatory school age, causing the child to miss at least 1 month of school without valid reasons.

{source 1}

Example:

Narancia not attending school and only having a basic education due to dropping out of primary school and not attending up to age 17.

His father shows multiple signs of neglect in just 9 pages by being relatively absent in Narancia’s life. So much so that Narancia actively looks up to and admires a member of the mafia.

Studies also show that losing a parent at a young age through death typically has a negative impact on the child’s life.

Most notably being that kids who have lost a parent are more than twice as likely to show impairments in functioning at school and at home, even 7 years later.

{source 2}

Narancia is shown to struggle immensely with school and education as a whole. It’s likely that Narancia’s mother’s passing heavily influenced his behavior to drop out of school- coupled with the lack of parenting and guidance he received from his father.

All in all, it’s pretty clear that Narancia had a turbulent upbringing that led to him joining Passione.

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Personality

Narancia is often described as being childish, quick-tempered, and loyal towards his friends.

A lot of this is displayed throughout the manga. And a lot of this is easily explained away by his upbringing.

Let’s touch on Narancia’s behavior which clearly stems back from his childhood neglect. For this, I will focus on how neglect effects childhood development.

Children who experience neglect in their childhood often display the following symptoms;

depression

anxiety

apathy

failure to thrive

hyperactivity

aggression

developmental delays

low self-esteem

Substance misuse

withdrawing from friends and activities

appearing uncaring or indifferent

shunning emotional closeness or intimacy

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Narancia does show signs of anxiety when he’s forced to choose in betraying Passione (granted, many would experience that. However, his response was heavily focused on at the time and he had a visceral reaction to having to make a choice for himself).

Failure to thrive is indicated heavily with his poor education. As well as developmental delays.

Narancia also appears to be aggressive. This showing in how he reacts to those he deems a threat to him or giving him any negative response.

Take for example the first time we meet Narancia as he’s studying with Fugo. The two break into a fight and Narancia is ready to stab/attack Fugo. This shows up again when he violently attacks Formaggio with his stand while also kicking the car Formaggio is in. There are other instances as well, where he kicks Zucchero’s head, attacks the man with the white suit, and other various instances where he reacts with extreme violence.

I would also argue that Narancia’s experience in betrayal from both his father and those he deemed his friends affect his personality as well.

Betrayal Trauma occurs most commonly from:

Child abuse- including physical, sexual abuse, and emotional abuse (e.g., manipulation, gaslighting, verbal abuse, etc.)

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As discussed prior, Narancia had experienced abuse in his childhood via neglect from his father. However, betrayal trauma can occur from other instances of trauma in one’s life as well.

Betrayal trauma differs vastly from other types of trauma because it involves not just the experience of abuse but also the experience of being betrayed by a key relationship such as; a parent, caregiver, guardian, significant other, or other individual who is relied upon for support and safety.

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It’s made relatively clear that Narancia relies on his friends for support and safety when his father does not provide it. He stays in their homes, steals food with them, and blatantly states that friendship is what he deems as most important.

A few signs of betrayal trauma are:

Intrusive thoughts and images

Nightmares or flashbacks

Avoidance behaviors

Hypervigilance (constantly scanning your environment for potential threats)

Irritability or angry outbursts

Insomnia

Fearfulness

Social withdrawal

Feeling emotionally numb

Physical symptoms of tension headaches, migraines, and fatigue

{source 4}

Narancia could be stated to be rather hyper vigilant when you realize his stand has a radar to detect carbon emissions. He also has angry outbursts (as discussed prior), irritability, and even a tinge of fearfulness (when left to make his own choices).

Those who suffer from betrayal trauma may also have issues with regulating their emotions. This is something we see in Narancia time and time again. Where as other members of the Bucci Gang are able to compose their emotions (especially when it comes to their tasks at hand), Narancia struggles with this. He’s the only one who has an outburst over Abbacchio’s death, he constantly lashes out when harmed, and overall seems to struggle with handling his emotions.

The betrayal and neglect that Narancia suffered at a young age does seem to contribute heavily to his childish personality despite not being the youngest member of the team (Narancia 17. Giorno 15. Fugo 16).

I would also say that Narancia seems to have unwavering loyalty for those that he trusts. Those he does not trust immediately receive volatile reactions from him. We see this when Formaggio is in the car (constantly referring to him as a stalker), attacking Trish when they first encounter one another, immediately claiming a civilian is an enemy and attacking them, and so on. I strongly believe that this also stems from the betrayal that Narancia faced at a young age (coupled with his role in the mafia).

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Relationships

Onto my favorite part about this post. Relationships. I’m going to delve into the relationships that are presented in the manga and give my thoughts on three categories;

How the relationship is outwardly presented

How it effects Narancia

Overall thoughts of the relationship

Theories (for fun)

The characters we will delve into on this section are as follows;

Narancia’s Mother

Narancia’s Father

Unnamed Blond Friend

Bruno Bucciarati

Panacotta Fugo

Guido Mista

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Trish Una

Narancia’s Mother

Outwardly Presented: He does not seem to have any ill-will towards his mother. In the anime, Narancia seems to be genuinely concerned of his mother’s well-being while she’s in the hospital. And once she passes away, he even visits her grave.

Relationship Effects: While Narancia only had his mother in his life for 10 years, the impact it left on him is a core feature of his character. He constantly dwells on his mother’s death and the eye disease that killed her. He even tells his unnamed blond friend over this and then has it used against him.

Overall: I believe Narancia was close to his mother in the way any young child would be. He does seem to be worried about his mother when in the hospital and is even seen visiting her grave when older. I can’t speculate on what relationship his mother and father had together, however I feel I can say that once his mother passed, the neglect he experienced only seemed to grow.

Theories: Because Narancia’s mother had passed from an eye disease (read my thoughts on that here: https://m.facebook.com/groups/5738337702888821/permalink/6284327651623154/?mibextid=qC1gEa) that manifests due to trauma to the eye, I would say that her relationship with her husband may have involved physical altercations. I think this compounded the trauma that Narancia faced once his mother had passed and I would even say that his mother may have originally been pressured to not have Narancia but opted to do so which put a strain on the relationship.

Narancia’s Father

Outwardly Presented: It is clearly stated that Narancia does not think highly of his father. He refers to him as a piece of shit, was neglected by him, and does not trust him.

Relationship Effects: Due to the neglect that Narancia faced under his fathers care (which was gone over in above sections), I think it’s safe to say his father was a large contributing factor as to why Narancia had become a part of the mafia. Without proper guidance or parental care in his earlier years, Narancia was bound to slip into a life of crime. Especially after the people who essentially saved his life were members of a crime syndicate. Had his father been present in his life, there likely would have been a different outcome.

Overall: The manga makes a clear point that Narancia’s father was not involved in his son’s life. So much so that when Narancia was living on the streets and dealing with an eye infection that clearly was taking it’s toll on him, he did not go home or if he did, his father did not handle the situation accordingly. This lack of care is what sent Narancia on the path he wound up on.

Theories: Buckle up because I have a few theories on Narancia’s father. I’ll touch on 3 big ones that I feel are highly possible (but do not have concrete facts to back these up).

Narancia is not the unnamed man’s biological child. How his mother wound up pregnant with Narancia is irrelevant. Where the issue stems from is that the man he perceives as his father does not have the interest of the child in mind.

Narancia’s father was abusive towards his mother and it’s how she wound up with the eye infection (and why Narancia getting beat by cops resulted in the same eye infection).

Narancia’s always been a problem child and his father was not equipped to handle this and he grew distant from his child. Especially after the mother’s death.

Unnamed Blond Friend

Outwardly Presented: We only see two brief interactions with Narancia and his unnamed blond friend. The first is when he convinces Narancia to dye his hair blond. The second is when he sees him again after he’s let out of juvie. Both interactions had forms of manipulation in them to benefit the blond male.

Relationship Effects: The effects of this relationship are, essentially, what sent Narancia into the lowest point of his life. Before, Narancia had his friends to trust and rely in. He even mentally beat himself up when he suspected his friend set him up and only accepted this as a fact once he saw his friend again after juvie and learned he was spreading rumors about the eye disease that killed his mother.

Overall: Overall, this relationship is what I think solidified Narancia’s path in life. While his father set him on that path, this betrayal from a close friend is what led to him giving up on life. After all, he had valued his friendships above all and now that was torn from him.

Theories: My only theory in regards to this man is that I think he was addicted to drugs that Passione were distributing. Hence why he beat the old woman for her money and then framed Narancia. Not to mention, in both the manga & anime, he seems a bit disheveled.

Bruno Bucciarati

Outwardly Presented: Bruno is Narancia’s hero. It states as much in the manga. Bucciarati is, after all, the one who gave his food up for Narancia to eat and then took him to a hospital. Even his harsh words about Narancia not joining the mafia made Narancia realize there are people who care for your well-being. He even wants Bruno to call the shots for him when he has to make a life-altering choice.

Relationship Effects: Where as the first people mentioned are people who set Narancia down the path of becoming a mafioso, Bruno was there to try and deter him. Of course, this did not work but only because Narancia found he had far more admiration for Bucciarati than he ever had for his father. After all, Bruno showed him he cared through actions and words. He did this by getting Narancia the medical attention he desperately needed, offered him a place to stay (though immediately told him to go back home and to school), and then told him that the mafia life was not worth joining and that he would be better off having a normal life as a civilian. He also had Narancia choose his own life path and refused to order him onto the boat to betray the boss. Which, ultimately, sparked the conviction Narancia was lacking in his life.

Overall: Bucciarati had the biggest (positive) impact on Narancia out of everyone in his life. He truly wanted what was best for Narancia and not with any implications behind it. This was something that Narancia had not experienced before in his life. His father abandoned him. His friends used and betrayed him. Bruno was there for him at his lowest and remained there for him without expecting anything in return.

Theories: While Narancia did return home after his stay at the hospital, he clearly thought a lot about what Bucciarati said and did for him. It was stated that, after he returned home, he never trusted his father again. I truly believe that this was because this is the first time Narancia saw and experienced what it was like to have someone care for you with no conditions attached. I always found it curious that it was stated so clearly that Narancia NO LONGER trusted his father. Especially up to that point in his life. And after thinking on it, I believe Bruno is what made Narancia learn he deserved so much more than he was getting.

Panacotta Fugo

Outwardly Presented: This relationship has always vexed me. Clearly, the two are very close. Both have extreme tempers and easily explode on one another. But there’s also the level of care and concern they both have for one another as well. Fugo takes on a pretty large role in Narancia’s life. After all, he is the one to bring him to Bruno. He’s also the one that helps him study. And if you count PHF as canon, he’s also the one to help Narancia join Passione behind Bruno’s back.

Relationship Effects: While I could say Narancia was impacted by Fugo, I think it was the other way around. Fugo was Impacted by Narancia. Especially if we take PHF into consideration as canon. Throughout, Fugo constantly reflects on his time with Narancia. Sure, Fugo helped Narancia with getting off the streets and helped Narancia with his education, but he also helped Narancia join Passione behind Bruno’s back and against Bruno’s wishes. I certainly think he cares deeply for Narancia but I do feel there is also a level of selfishness in his care, as well.

Overall: Narancia and Fugo both have large impacts on one another. Where Fugo helps with giving Narancia a new chance at life through bringing him to the mafia and helping his education, I believe Narancia helps Fugo by showing him that there’s always room for growth and that you can better your circumstances in life even when it feels impossible to do so- solely by having the right people around you.

Theories: Here is where the fun theories begin. Aka the ship battles. So feel free to agree or disagree because it’s gonna be a hot take (maybe). I actually do not think these two would ever work out romantically. Aside from how volatile they can react to one another from time to time, there’s also a power imbalance between the two. I do feel that there may have also been some misunderstandings between the both of them in regards to having a romantic relationship but I do not ever see it truly working out between the two. Esepcially due to the fact that Narancia, in the end, decided to follow change, while Fugo remained the same (which is an allegory I would love to touch on one day).

Guido Mista

Outwardly Presented: The two come across as friendly and very close with one another. Friendly enough that 1) they know a whole choreographed dance, 2) they constantly bicker and tease each other over little things (ie.pouring soda on the speaker, the chocolate bickering, etc). and 3) the way they hang off of each other and outwardly show concern for one another.

Relationship Effects: While we don’t see a lot of interaction focused heavily on these two, there are a lot of background interactions we see that show these two are close with one another. It’s hard to really say what effect the two have on one another aside from when Narancia passed, Guido was clearly very distraught. More so than he was with Abbacchio in the sense that he did not hide his emotions through his death. And that, to me, speaks volumes.

Overall: Everyone sleeps on these two. It’s clear that they are close to one another despite the focus of their interactions not being front and center. They have a deep connection, as they’re able to have a coordinated dance routine, and Narancia’s death leaving a large impact on Mista.

Theories: They’re fuckin’. Okay no- but if it’s not clear, y’all sleepin’ on them as a couple. One day, I’m gonna write a whole essay on these two as a pairing and you’ll be subjected to my disgusting opinions. But aside from that, I just want to say that they do come across as extremely close to one another despite screen time between them never being the main focus and I wish there would have been more interactions that focused on just these two, as a whole.

Leone Abbacchio

Outwardly Presented: These two are another that don’t have a lot of direct interactions with one another. However, it does seem that Narancia holds Abbacchio in high regards, going as far as to ask him to have Fugo stop jamming him with the keys and then being distraught at Abbacchio’s passing.

Relationship Effects: I really wish we would have seen more interaction between these two. However, I still believe they’re close enough to warrant the reaction Narancia had upon his death.

Overall: Narancia seems to have respect for Abbacchio and seemed to be touched by his death. I really wish we could have gotten more interactions between the two of them but also it makes sense that we didn’t, as Abbacchio seems more the type to keep to himself.

Theories: Less of a theory and more of just a part I wish would have been explored more. I really wish that the topic of Abbacchio being a former officer and Narancia experiencing brutality from the police at juvie would have been touched up on. I’d love to have seen how Abbacchio would react to that and how Narancia would have felt upon learning about Abbacchio’s former job. (Maybe a fic idea for the future).

Giorno Giovanna

Outwardly Presented: Another person that could have had more interaction. However, it’s clear that Narancia has no qualms with Giorno. He even views him as smart and reliable. Though, Narancia seems to tease him about the age difference between them and bragging about being older.

Relationship Effects: Narancia seems to have respect for Giorno. Whether this is because his allies (especially Bruno) trust him or because Giorno earned his respect, is up for debate. However, he clearly thinks Giorno is smart- trying to relay the message of an enemy attack with his fight against Tizzano and Squalo. Additionally, he does try to save Giorno, as well. There’s also the point where they swap bodies and both seem relatively comfortable in each others skin. I do think they have very similar upbringings and would have loved for them to have a conversation about this on screen. There was a lot for them to relate to.

Overall: Narancia has respect for Giorno and has a similar upbringing as him. I would even dare to say that because of the similarities, they would have been extremely close friends had Narancia survived. I also want to point out that Giorno had seen something in Narancia enough to 1) become visibly upset over his death and 2) promise to take his body home at the end. Both of these were things he did not promise to Abbacchio nor Bruno. Though, it’s clear they all had an impact on Giorno.

Theories: Because of how similar I feel their upbringings are, I strongly believe that Narancia was meant to be a foil to Giorno. Not only do we see them have emotionally unavailable parents and neglect, but both find their savior through the mafia. However, Giorno has a clear dream and goal and a driving force to push him through where as Narancia does not have this until he’s forced to make a choice between staying behind or betraying the boss. Only then does he have a goal and direction and meaning given to his life.

Trish Una

Outwardly Presented: Narancia does not seem to have much of a connection to Trish until he sees her wrist and fully understands how she’s alone, like him. Once that happens, Narancia states he wants to protect Trish with his life and that she’s “just like him”. From there, the two seem to become rather close. Just under Trish trusting Bruno, I would say she trusts Narancia the most, after that.

Relationship Effects: Trish is Narancia’s biggest driving force to change his life. Without her, his life would have remained the same. There would have been no drive to become better and do better by himself or others. With Trish, Narancia has a reason to do better. He has a goal to protect her and, by default, now must put effort into his own life.

Overall: As elaborated, Trish is Narancia’s reason. His “why” for the actions that follow the remainder of the series. I also think that it was good for Trish to have another person aside from Bruno to put her full trust and faith in. Additionally, Narancia was able to learn from Trish that it’s possible to move past trauma and push forward to a better life.

Theories: I truly believe that Narancia and Trish would have started a new life outside of the mafia together (romantically or platonically) had Narancia survived. They both seemed to have formed a deep bond with one another after Narancia opted to protect Trish. Narancia often trying to give her some form of comfort (and Trish even seeking for comfort when their bodies swapped and she hugged Narancia’s body while forgetting that Giorno was in said body).

To wrap up this section, Narancia had his life impacted by multiple people. Some in a positive way and others in a negative way. The way each interaction helped to shape how Narancia, as a person, was shows how intricate the character. No matter if the interaction was shown direct on screen or implied off screen, he has a deep ness to his character that is shown through the interactions he holds with others and the lasting impact he left behind.

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Stand

In this section, I wanted to go over Aerosmith, as stands are stated to be a physical representation of the user’s soul. This means that Aerosmith, with all design choices in place, is a direct representation of Narancia as a whole. While most of this section is purely speculation (due to the lack of facts we are given), I want people to really consider all aspects of the stand design.

These are what I will focus on for this section:

Appearance

Abilities

Attitude

Appearance

Taking on the shape of a toy fighter jet, Aerosmith is small but deadly. A tiny pilot is inside (Mr. Smith), which seemingly controls the jet. Additionally, there are features of eyes and a mouth on the front of the plane and the primary color pallet used is red and yellow (though other color pallets are used from time to time).

A deeper dive on what these appearances convey are interesting to ponder.

The first thing to note is that it takes on a fighter jet. To me, this shows that Narancia could come across as having both a fight or flight mode, though he often chooses fight. It could be interrupted that, while he fights for smaller ordeals in his life, he tends to avoid or “fly away” from the bigger issues. To elaborate on this, Narancia easily fights off enemies and direct threats. However, he is avoiding the issue of a deeper purpose (until deciding his purpose is to protect Trish).

Next, the plane is toy-sized. This fits in with the fact that Narancia, as a character, is still very child-like. A contributing factor to this was the neglect he faced at early stages in his life. Both malnutrition, educational neglect, and lack of guidance gives him the air of being much younger than he is and room to grow, as an individual.

Mr. Smith, the pilot, is also what controls/guides Aerosmith. To me, this indicates a need for guidance. Someone else is piloting his life until he seemingly takes control. Or, it could be seen that he is attempting to escape living life on auto-pilot.

The eyes and mouth feature also is fascinating. It gives the plane a more threatening aura. Be this an outside mask to come across as more aggressive to ward off those who may try to harm Narancia.

Finally, the main color scheme being red and yellow. Red is often the color of passion. Passionate feelings arise in not just romance but in intensity of any emotion. And Narancia displays his emotions very intensely. The yellow color often is attributed to hope, youth, and joy. This, to me, shows he is striving to have a life of joy.

Abilities

Aerosmith, as a stand, has a wide range of abilities and uses. Between being a long-ranged stand that can shoot endless bullets from its machine guns, drop a bomb, and detect carbon dioxide on a small radar, it’s astounding how much this tiny stand can truly contribute to the team.

When really dissecting what each ability could relay about Narancia’s soul, you may find some interesting attributes to think through.

The difference between long range and close range stands always has me perplexed. What decides on who gets long range versus close range? I believe it’s a wide array of factors that decide this. In Narancia’s case, I believe it stems from his needs to wanting to be close to others but the struggles to truly allow himself that closeness unless earned. He, like his stand, prefers to keep a distance unless he trusts them enough to “land”.

Endless bullets, for me, shows Narancia’s boundless energy and constant rebuttals to life. He’s had to constantly keep his guard up so the fact that his ammunition never seems to run out is awfully convenient for a stand to have. On the flip side, it also shows that Narancia has had to constantly fight to keep afloat.

The singular bomb shows Narancia’s explosive attitude when angered. Small things can set him off and when he’s set off, his outburst can lead to irreversible damage. Much like a bomb going off, Narancia cannot undo the damage that is done when he lets his emotions get the better of him.

The radar, for me, really shows Narancia’s profound need to find those he can rely on and trust. It also shows how he has his guard up at all times, as well. A radar is used to search and locate. So what is it Narancia is so keen on finding that his stand- the literal representation of his soul- manifests a radar? For me, it’s finding who he can trust and keeping an eye out for danger. Carbon dioxide comes from living beings but it also comes from fire. Both can provide comfort but also hurt you. So the radar, for me, represents the duality of humans.

Attitude

This may be the hardest to dissect, as Aerosmith is not exactly a humanoid stand (though Mr. Smith is presumably a humanoid pilot). However, Aerosmith does have a few distinct actions that gives it “attitude”. Father way in which the stand moves, is what I am referring to. Specifically how it behaves when flying and landing. It can either fly erratic when attacking, slow and steady while hunting, or, when it lands, on Narancia’s arms like an airstrip.

Studying how the stand moves is an important key factor in understanding Narancia, as a character.

Erratic movements while fighting displays the same erratic behavior Narancia shows when he is upset. There is no regulation in his stand’s movements just as there are no regulations with his emotions.

Contrastly, when Aerosmith is searching for a target, it flies steady and with determination. This showcases Narancia’s capabilities of focusing when he puts his mind to something.

Finally, the fact that his stand lands on his arms like an airstrip is such a unique and compelling attribute. The fact that his stand uses Narancia to “land” really shows that Narancia, and only Narancia, has the ability to guide himself. Whether he thinks that or not is not the point. The fact that his soul manifestation uses him as a guide for landing shows that Narancia was the only one, in the end, who could make life choices for himself.

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Conclusion

Narancia is so much more than what people give him credit for. Sure, I may have speculated a lot, but this is just a character deep-dive of what I feel was shown through all aspects of his character.

You may have a different opinion, and that is okay.

But at the end of the day, Narancia is a great character with so many complexities that come across as so deeply human and he deserves more appreciation.

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Sources

{source 1 - https://www.childwelfare.gov/pubPDFs/neglect_ch2.pdf}

{source 2 - https://www.psychiatry.pitt.edu/news/longest-and-most-detailed-study-pediatric-grief-following-parental-loss-date-department}

{source 3 - https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/childhood-emotional-neglect#symptoms-in-children}

{source 4 - https://mindwellnyc.com/top-betrayal-trauma-signs-triggers-strategies-to-recovery-2022/}

Note: I wrote this and posted it on a few other sites. Also this is just me being speculative and very bored at work one day. Feel free to disagree but please don’t be rude. I just don’t have the energy for it.

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countessofravenclaw · 1 year ago

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The 2023 writing Advent calendar: Day 8

8. Gingerbread

“Come on Granny! Why can’t we just eat the dough?” 8-year-old Stella whined and leaned on the counter. “I’m hungry!”

“I can make you a sandwich while we wait,” Monic offered as she raised the pot of gingerbread dough they had made in the morning. It was a special recipe that needed to be refrigerated before the cookies could be baked. “We have some spare salmon lying around.”

“Or… I’m that hungry…” Stella continued. She hated everything to do fish. “But can I at least taske the cookie dough?”

“Okay, one spoon,” Monica nodded, “Only one. Your mother she would have eaten the whole pot if left unsupervised, so I am not taking any chances.”

“I’m not like Mom,” Stella shook her head and started looking for a spoon.

“Sure you aren’t,” Monica smiled.

At that moment the door opened and two Ambar walked in… or well, one Ambar and tiny “Ambar” who was seven years of age.

“Granny Monica!!” Ivory ran to hug Monica.

“Hi there!” Monica hugged Ivory.

“Are they here yet?”

“No, not yet,” Monica responded. “Where is Esme?”

“Did I not tell you that she has a dental appointment? Simon took her.” Ambar sat down on the kitchen table, “Are we eary or is Nina late? That would be the first.”

“Hi! Are we late?” Right on queue, Nina walked through the door.

“No, were not late,” 8-year-old Aurora was looking at her watch, “We were supposed to be here at noon. It’s 11:59:30. 30 seconds early.”

“You’re being specific again,” 7-year-old Laura rolled her eyes as she came behind her. The girls ran toward their friends at once.

“It was okay if I just leave them here right?” Nina asked, “I have mountain I need to get to.”

“Of course it is.” Monica nodded.

“Good, because I have mountain to get to.” Nina nodded back, “Girls, be nice. Dad’s probably the one picking you up so keep your phones on.”

“When are we not nice?”

“Bye Mom!”

“Mountain huh?” Ambar joined Nina on a hallway as she started, “Don’t tell me you have squeezed yourself a deadline before Christmas… Although, I am the one the talk. I came here to get cookies while I answer emails.”

“Mountain as in, Christmas shopping.” Nina clarified. “We got the stuff for the kids weeks ago, but I still have stuff left that I need to get myself, since Gastón took Oscar to that rockclimbing place. You cannot take Aurora shopping or even bring anything to the house while she can see, because then she’ll make her life’s mission to figure out what it is and to who.”

“The pain of having intelligent kids,” Ambar laughed.

“As long as she won’t go work for the police, we’ll be fine.” Nina smiled a bit nervously.

“You said rockclimbing?”

“Yes, Oscar has been clamering to go after he found the place online. And as the school is out, there was no reason why not.”

“You don’t sound like the biggest fan of the idea,” Ambar noted.

“I…” Nina sighed, “I feel like my mother when I just want everyone’s feet stay on the ground. He's ten, ethere nothing actually to be worried about...”

“Well, with what you’ve been through, it’s understandable.”

“It has been 12 years.” Nina ran her hand on her arm, “But it still sometimes gets to me, when someone wants to do something extreme. But I can’t stop Oscar doing something he really wants just because I am afraid, especially since it’s something he and Lucas like to do together. It’s great that they are getting closer, like the girls.”

“Jazmin always says how shopping cleanses the soul,” Ambar joked, “So, you’re going to be okay. And if you need to sue somebody, I’m right here.”

“I am trying not to think that far,” Nina laughed, “See you later.”

“Have fun gift hunting, although hubands are noutoriously hard to shop for.”

After Nina had gone, Ambar walked back into the kitchen, since she really should get to those emails. The girls were stendig in a organized row next to the kitchen counter, waiting for their orer from the maestro herself.

“Okay, girls first we need to roll out the dough so we can cut all the shapes,” Monica instructed while pulling the medal gingerbreadhouse cutters out. She had actually developed her own set as part of the kitchen utensil line for the catering business. “Ivory and Laura can do the roof, while Stella and Aurora the walls.”

“But what about the base?” Aurora asked while seeming like she was measuring the cutter with her fingers, “It needs to be biggest than they house, so the structure has a good basis.”

“Can we decorate the roof tiles with marshmallows?” Laura asked, “So it looks like real slating?”

Ambar smiled to herself. These were daughters of an engineer alright. She turned to her table as te email she had actually needed answering.

“We should put music notes on these?” Ivory piped up, “And add staves and pentagrams.”

Ivory had also come to her father, wondering about music and nothing else…well, music, skating and nothing else. Her choir’s Chrismas recital was coming up and Ambar was looking forward to it immensely.

“Monica, how long will they need to be in the oven?” Aurora looked though the small oven window.

“10 to 12 minutes,” Monica responded, “But we need to keep careful watch over them.”

“I love over watch!” Stella parked herself cross legged in front of the oven.

“Okayyyy,” Aurora seemed to look sceptical, but sat next to Stella on the floor, “How brown do they need to be?”

“I think we have some that you can decorate in the mean time,” Monica pulled and can out a shelf and opened it. The amazing smell of fresh gingerbread filled the kitchen.

“Mom!” Ivory yelled as a protest as Ambar quickly sneaked a cookie from the tin. “You don’t allow me to ever do that!”

“Grown up privileges,” Ambar shrugged as she started typing a email, “Sorry darling. You’re gonna get enough cookies surely. Dad sais yesterday that Grandma just sent some over.”

“What are you doing?” Ivory asked Laura was had been arranging tubes of different colored royal-icing around.

“I wanted lighter pink for the what, so I made some.”

“Cool, can I make yellow?!”

“Yellow’s not a color you can make.”’

“Why not.”

“I don’t know. It just isn’t.”

And here we have our Gastina/Lutte/Simbar girlie besties, because of course we do. I'm juyst gonn say this here, the kids will feature a lot in this calendar so I will always on a new story state how old they are, jst to make things easier. Also, the if the stuff about Nina being worried felt random, it's supposed to. What she actually was afraid of and what happened over ten years ago is intentionally vague... keep your eyes peeled for all my stories during the holiday seasons. You may or may not get answers... but leave quesses in the comments!!

#2023 Writing DCLA+ advent calendar

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gerardswayg · 2 years ago

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i didn’t want to add anything directly to the post i just reblogged or even in the tags but i have THOUGHTS.

because it’s this child vs adult dehumanization that is the core of why i think a friend of mine is a bad parent.

there is a certain amount of teaching the child how society works that has to happen and is uncomfortable because society is not comfortable. but the way we’re all doing things with my niece in no way infringes on her own autonomy. she is smart and fierce and knows herself. she is three years old.

i’ve watched my friend scream and bully her child for asking questions or piping in when she wants him to be quiet and not interact with her/us. she tells him no constantly, even when i don’t understand why.

my niece gets spoken to sternly sometimes. it happens when she’s having a tantrum. tantrums are normal at her stage in learning to be a person, experiencing emotions. it’s difficult to teach a small new human how to interact with other humans. but yet we all collectively manage to talk her down from them.

when my friend’s son has a tantrum - and he is eight, a bit old for that kind of thing to be happening as often as it does, and i witness it ... it is always directly related to my friend actively bullying him. it’s never ‘out of nowhere’, like she always claims.

when my niece is hungry, she gets to eat. the food is something she likes. if she’s not hungry but really should eat, she has to listen to us say ‘wanna have a bite of ____?’ every couple minutes, out of concern for her general well being. but no one forces her to eat. or sit near the food. or anything like that.

she recently mastered dressing herself. she wears whatever she wants. sometimes she likes suggested outfits. sometimes her own toddler creative style is the outfit of the day. doesn’t really matter either way. she hates coats and hats and boots. for her own health we make her wear these outside right now. but she’s never grabbed and forced into them. five to ten minutes of debate before she caves because she really does want to go do ____ is just what happens.

“why are you trying to reason with a three year old?”

because they’re reasonable people too. just because it isn’t the kind of conversation you would usually ever need to have with a fellow adult doesn’t mean it doesn’t need to happen. that being said, it is the kind of conversation i have had with drunk adults. i also don’t force them unwilling into winter gear either.

i’m nervous about when she goes to school. of how her teachers will think they’re allowed to treat her. we give her as much autonomy as is safe at her age (if she was unsupervised at night she might die or be severely injured). hopefully no one will be permitted to take that from her. i believe they’ll try.

the important thing is for us, her adult family members, not to let them.

because you better believe i would trust her over any rando with an education degree.

and if she lies?

well adults lie too.

we’ll deal with things moment to moment.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 years ago

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Heyy! I'm the anon from tony fic, can i please request a tony stark x reader where tony being Peter's unofficial dad makes sense and he hasn't spent much time with reader so they're not that close, but when he's living with them for a couple of weeks cuz may has to leave for someone work and doesn't want to leave peter unsupervised lol, and reader just her fitting into the cool bestie mom figure for him gradually and tony just being happy?

I'm sorry if it's too specific or anything please change or add anything you want! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for getting me into writing for Stark, I'm really enjoying it, I just hope I got the balance right!

Penthouse Parenting || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x fem!reader, Peter Parker x platonic!fem!reader

Warnings: nothing really, just allusion to getting pregnant at the end WC: 2287

“Don’t forget, you have to pick up the kid from school today.” Tony called out before his suit’s faceplate dropped down and hid him from view.

“How could I forget that I would have to babysit two teenagers instead of one.” You teased, tapping the face plate so it popped back up and stole a kiss from Tony’s pouting lips.

“I like to think I’ve matured past the teenage years, I’m more-“

“Middle aged?”

“-I was going to say young adult. Do you think I’m middle aged?”

“I think you are going to be late.”

“Shit.” He swore as he realised he would have to boost the power to the thrusters if he was going to make it to his first meeting on time. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You waved as he stepped out the doors to the balcony and took off into the sky, heading to the almost finished compound he had begun building upstate.

You busied yourself tidying your penthouse in the Tower, which included picking up Tony’s boxers he left on the bathroom floor. You couldn’t help taking a picture and having Friday send it to Tony reminding him that this is what having a teenager looked like. You knew he must have been busy when you saw he opened your message but didn’t have the time to send one of his usually humorous replies.

Before you knew it, there was an alarm going off letting you know you had to leave soon if you wanted to make it to Queens on time to meet Peter. Although you had met the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man in passing when he was in the building for one reason or another, you were usually too busy to spend a lot of time with him. That didn’t mean to say you didn’t know him, Tony would talk non-stop about the boy genius and how he was so proud of what he was achieving.

“Hey Happy, I’m heading off, Friday is going to be diverting my calls to you.” You said as you reached the ground floor and found Happy accosting another employee who hadn’t pinned on their ID badges. “Leave Floyd alone, he’s been here longer than you.”

“Tony entrusted me with his security, I’m just doing my job.” Happy replied seriously as he tapped his ID badge with title in bold lettering. “Do you need me to come with you?”

“He’s a 15 year old boy, I think I can handle one afternoon.” You smiled before seeing your car arrive at the front door.

“Oh my god.” You groaned with exhaustion as you crashed onto your bed. “How long is he staying here again?”

“Two weeks.” Tony laughed as he joined you after shutting the door. “He’ll settle down soon enough, he’s just a bit excitable. Got a good heart though.”

You smiled at the statement and rolled into Tony’s embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as you traced the glowing whiteblue circle on his chest.

Your afternoon with Peter had actually been a lot of fun. You had taken him to get a bite to eat first, and had been stunned by the sheer amount of food the skinny kid could eat, then you went to the arcade with Tony’s unlimited credit card footing the bill. You knew from Tony that Peter was a mathematical genius but you hadn’t realised the practicality of that until he was bowling strike after strike, leaving you with what was possibly the worst defeat in the history of ten pin bowling.

You had quickly moved onto single player games at the arcade, letting him stock up on candy from the crane drop games and he even won a stuffed teddy for a girl at school. His excitement was energising and he bounced on his heels as he took in all the bright lights as the sun began to set. It was only when you were heading back to the car that the jovial mood was lost and he saw a homeless man asking for spare change, reaching into your bag you handed Peter the cash that you had and he had smiled like it was Christmas before making his way over.

“Miss y/l/n, do you think we could go by the shelter on the way back?” His voice was timid and shy as he returned from giving the man the money.

“Your Aunt’s gone away, remember? And please, call me y/n.”

“Sorry, y/n. I know she’s not there, I just think she would want me to check in and see if the others need any help.”

Looking up at Tony you nodded. “Yeah, he’s got a good heart.”

“Do you have any washing you need done?” You asked Peter as you knocked on his door before you spotted the stuffed teddy sitting on his drawers. “What’s this still doing here? Weren’t you giving that to Liz?”

“Oh, I uh, I haven’t gotten around to giving it to her.” He answered quietly, turning around from the desk that was scattered with electronic parts.

“You know, if there is one thing I have learned working in this line of business we are in, it is that time is not guaranteed.”

“Well, technically speaking, time is a continuous variable so it's really one of the few things that are guaranteed.”

“Good god, I can only imagine this was what Tony was like as a kid.” You mumbled under your breath. “I meant, time with the people we care about. I had to watch Tony disappear right above us, not knowing if he would come back or not.”

His fingers tapped his pen against his chin and he idly swung side to side on the chair as he contemplated your words. Giving him a moment to ponder, you grabbed the corners of his bedspread and flattened it out before tucking them in and gathering the empty plate he had nibbled from while he worked. You had almost left his room when he quietly called your name and he tossed the pen on the desk.

“Are you afraid that you’ll get hurt because you’re with Mr Stark?”

“Sure, but I am also afraid of flying.” You shrugged. “I’ve found it pays not to think too much about the things that can go wrong. Just try to focus on what’s right. If you like her, you should give her the gift.”

“Thanks, y/n.” He smiled before you heard his stomach rumble and you looked at the empty plate with a laugh.

“Friday, can you get Tony to meet us at the car?” You asked before nodding your head to Peter. “How about we go out for dinner?”

“I should really finish this assignment…” He murmured looking at the mess of electronics. “It’s not going very well.”

“Tony will be happy to help you when we get back, but if I don’t get him out of his lab now he will forget to eat.”

You left the room to grab a coat and Peter met you at the elevator after pulling on a hoodie. The elevator came to a stop halfway down and there was only one person that could override the penthouse elevator priority so you were already smiling as the doors opened to reveal Tony.

“You’ve got an assignment tonight, baby.” You said as he stepped in, still working on a holographic image emitting from his wrist. “Give me that.”

“Oh, no, ngahhh.” Tony tried to stop you from grabbing the image and tossing it away into the binary abyss.

“You know the rules.” You pointed as he dropped his hand and finally focused his head to what was in front of him.

“Well, gee, mom. Please don’t take all my toys.” Tony joked before turning pointing to Peter. “Does she mother you too?”

“I think it’s nice, Mr Stark.” He mumbled, making you grin at your boyfriend smugly.

You crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrow to Tony. “At least someone here appreciates it.”

Tony’s eyes threatened to roll all the way back into his head before he kissed your cheek. For him it was a very understated way of showing physical affection but you could see that it was only for the kids' benefit as he turned his attention back to Peter. “I hear we’ve got an assignment tonight.”

Peter’s lips parted as he wondered how he knew and you pointed to the ceiling. “Friday.”

“Oh.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t worry, she’s not always listening.” You reassured him.

“Especially not at night.” Tony added with a smirk. Luckily for him, the doors opened to the underground garage before you could elbow him and he skipped out of the confined space with a laugh. “What are we riding in tonight kid?”

“Woah, these are all yours Mr Stark?” Peter gasped as he saw the line up.

“Please, Mr Stark was my father, I’m just Tony.”

Tony had been reminding him for a week and still Peter called him Mr Stark. You found it quite cute and had told Tony that it was because Peter looked up to him and respected him, you actually thought that made Tony more uncomfortable with the idea. He still didn’t see himself as a role model despite your attempts to try to get him to see beyond his past and focus on what he was doing with his life now. He still felt like he had something to prove even after he saved the world, twice. The guilt of Sokovia still weighed heavily on him.

You leant against the doorframe to the guest room Peter had occupied for the last two weeks, watching Tony and Peter hunched over some device they had been building all week. You had no idea what it did but you didn’t really care, all you cared about was the smile on each of their faces. While Tony liked tinkering it was always for some project, this was different and he was actually enjoying himself.

Two weeks having Peter in the house had changed him, hell it had changed you too, and you were going to miss him when he went home. You had seen Tony in a new light and could imagine him patiently teaching his own son his science homework, it really was a sight to see. As if he could sense you thinking about him he turned to you and sent a wink before turning back into Peter passionately explaining his project features.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You said as you knocked on the wall. “Peter, Aunt May is on her way up.”

His face fell slightly before he realised how much he had missed her and his smile returned. “Thank you for having me.”

Tony helped him gather up his project and grabbed his suitcase, wheeling it past you with a forlorn frown on his face, while Peter double checked he hadn’t left anything behind. You rubbed Tony’s back as he went by, knowing he would miss having the kid around even more than you, then grabbed the stuffed teddy that was still sitting on Peter's now drawers. “You’ll have to come back soon, help me get Tony out of his lab every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely ask May.” He nodded eagerly before throwing his arms around you then pulling back equally as fast and looking awkward.

“C’mere.” You said with your arms open and he gave you a proper hug as the elevator doors opened. “Don’t forget to give this to her.”

You handed him the teddy and he clutched it tight as went over to Tony who gave him the strangest hug you had ever seen, hugging but barely touching at the same time and you had to cover your laugh with a cough.

“Oh, Peter, I missed you.” May gushed as she stepped off the elevator and grappled him into a tight hug. “Did you grow another foot? How long was I gone?”

“Maaay.” Peter groaned as she exaggerated his height and the length of his hair. “It was only two weeks.”

“Felt like two years.” She sighed before thanking you and Tony for looking after him once again, reassuring her that it was really no problem.

It was only once they left that the two of you fell onto the couch, fingers laced as a quiet fell over the house for the first time in two weeks. “It’s too quiet, Friday, play some music.”

Soft rock music filled the room and you looked up at Tony from where you tucked yourself in his side. “It’s alway going to seem too quiet now.”

“I think I might have a remedy for that.” He offered, his fingers trailing up and down your arm as his eyes bored into yours. “If that’s something you would be interested in.”

You took a deep breath and remembered the many times you had thought he would make a great father, nodding as you bit your lip.

“I know this great little pet shop on the upper east side.” He grinned as your face fell and you slapped his stomach as he broke out in a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, that was bad timing.”

“I thought you were serious, Tony.” You sighed.

“I am, I think we could be great at this whole parent thing. As in you parent, and I do…things. I think we would have it all covered.”

“You’re serious, Tony?” You asked as you sat up and turned so you were looking him dead in the eyes. “No joking? You want this too?”

He took your hands with a smile he usually reserved for when one of his experiments worked. “Can’t be harder than fighting aliens right?”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

#tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #peter parker x platonic!reader #marvel fanfic #tony stark imagine #peter parker imagine

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poisonmaximoff · 3 years ago

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 1. Something new

Y/n's POV:

I can't believe I'm actually here. Surrounded by such incredibly talented people who inspire me and many others. Angelina Jolie, Orlando Bloom, Jessica Alba, Chris Evans, Sarah Paulson...they are all here, sitting at their tables and enjoying the ceremony. I already made a small talk with some of them, and now I'm patiently waiting for the announcement of the "Actress of the Year".

«And the Oscar goes to...»

Everyone held their breath in the exciting expectation of the cherished name.

«...Y/n Y/ln!»

The audience burst into applause, I get up to give my thank-you speech and...

«Y/N! How much longer will it take me to finally wake you up?» My mom said entering my room without knocking. Here we go again. Welcome to the real world where I'm not even an actress and the closest I've come to being one was pretending to be sick so I could skip the school. And I still do that to skip work, because it's an incredibly boring pastime.

My parents are a rare example of people who manage to combine family life with a career and achieve success in both areas. Although they couldn't spend a lot of time with me and my little brother every day, they still constantly tried to give us everything we needed. Therefore, in my position it's a sin to complain about something.

They gave me this job so that I could develop and build a career in business and investment. They didn't care at all that I always had problems with all this numbers and communicating with people, but I wanted an independent life, so I agreed to work in their company. All I have to do is sort through papers and fill out different tables, sometimes go to business meetings with my parents and Mr. & Mrs. Olsen. They founded LinCorp along with my parents, so our families are closely connected.

Everyone thinks that my life is perfect, not even suspecting that I have no idea what I'm doing with it and what I plan to do in the future. I mean, doing almost nothing and getting paid for it surely sounds amazing, but my days merge into one long groundhog day and time flies so imperceptibly that I'm afraid to wake up one day being old and realize that I don't remember anything significant from my life. I just feel like an inferior person who can't find their place in this life and it scares me.

"You've got to be kidding me, Y/n. Get up right now, otherwise we'll be late for the meeting, you know how important this is." My mother said as she walked over to my bed and pulled off my blanket.

"Mom! You didn't even give me five minutes to fully wake up!" I grunted and slowly got out of bed pulling my bathrobe over my pajamas.

"You've been sleeping for ten hours, honey. And wipe the pout off your face, you're not a kid anymore. C'mon, get changed into proper clothes and come downstairs, breakfast is already on the table."

My stomach rumbled at the thought of my favorite pancakes with strawberry jam and freshly squeezed peach juice. Mom's food is one of the few things I've really missed since I started living apart from my parents at the age of 20. I remember how happy I was with my newfound independence that in the first week I decided to eat exclusively takeaway food, washing it down with cola or beer. No wonder that soon I ended up in the hospital with gastritis and my mother lecturing me. That's why she didn't want me to live separately and since that day constantly checked up on me, not allowing me to be more substantive.

My parents rarely left me and my younger brother unsupervised at all, and even when I turned 21, they didn't stop seeing me as a helpless child. But as soon as it comes to work, they immediately consider me a responsible serious adult. I have no idea how they don't notice my laziness at work. Maybe they're just pretending not to see it though.

I came to visit them for a few days, so now every damn morning I have to deal with getting up at eight o'clock. Disgusting. Eventually I finished my morning routine and picked up my new dress, which I bought especially for today. Although I'm not a fan of this kind of dresses, because they are too formal for me, but this one outlined my figure very well, so I was satisfied with my current look. I put on some makeup, put my hair in a neat bun and joined my parents who were already waiting for me in the car.

"Can you please remind me what's the topic of the meeting and who will be there?" I ask, meeting my father's slightly disappointed gaze. "I'm sorry, it's just that my head is full of a lot of things right now" I add.

"It's an unscheduled board of directors. There are some difficulties in the company, so it was decided to gather all the shareholders and discuss our further plans. In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Olsen, their eldest daughter Elizabeth and her brother Trent will be there. The Holbrook family will also be present." My dad explains to me in calm tone.

I remember the first time I saw all of them. It was almost two and a half years ago at some charity event. I was about to join LinCorp, so visiting it was an essential condition. My parents had to introduce me to all the partners and their families.

I had never been to this kind of events before, so I didn't know what to expect from it. Therefore, I prepared very carefully for this day, because I didn't want to embarrass my parents and myself. I had to learn all the rules of etiquette and run around the shops for two days in search of a suitable dress. To be honest, it exhausted me more than the evening itself.

Entering the huge bright hall, where most of the guests had already gathered, I felt the smell of delicious food and drinks mixed with expensive perfumes. I tried to put my slight anxiety aside, and headed with my parents to a small group of people. The first thing I noticed were three girls, whose faces were almost identical. One of them was taller than the other two, who I assumed were twins, and was talking to some blond guy. To be honest, her beauty and the way she held herself with people definitely instantly impressed me.

Probably sensing my gaze on her, she looked at me curiously with her emerald eyes and smirked lightly. My heart skipped a couple of beats, but I still decided to go up to them and introduce myself.

During our conversation, I learned that this woman's name is Elizabeth and she is in charge of public relations in our company. She generously agreed to introduce me to the rest of the guests, as she knew absolutely everyone here.

I noticed that when I was talking to someone, she often cast curious glances towards me, which couldn't leave me indifferent. I wanted to get to know her better. Just as we were left alone and I was about to start a casual conversation with her, someone's hand fell on my waist.

"You must be Y/n, right?" Tall blonde girl with not very long hair and bright blue eyes asked me. "Yes, nice to meet you..." I left the end of the sentence hanging in the air for her to tell me her name. "Taylor. Nice to meet you too, shall we dance? It's my favorite song!" I noticed that she was a bit tipsy, but couldn't say no, since I'm just not used to turn people down. As I turn my head towards Elizabeth to apologize, I notice that she shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then says: "Okay, have fun girls. I'll be with my family, if you need me", then cracks a small smile and walks away.

From that day on, I no longer had the opportunity to start any small conversation with her. Usually, every time we met, we just greeted each other and exchanged couple of neutral or business related phrases. I already was in relationship with Taylor (yes, that girl from the charity event) and was more than happy to have her in my life, so my fleeting interest in Elizabeth has long been forgotten. The only people I met at that day, who I kept in touch with, were Mary-Kate and Ashley.

"What about the twins? I actually like them more than the others" I ask, remembering all our little adventures together, which our parents don't even know about, and hopefully never will.

"They decided to take their share from the company and start designing clothes, so they will no longer be at meetings." Hearing that gave me mixed emotions, because it meant that now I'd see them less often, but I was glad that they had found their vocation in this life. I nodded and we spent the rest of the way in silence.

I have this overwhelming need to dive into my thoughts and analyze my past every time I experience even the slightest discomfort. And now it's exactly what's going to happen, because I get a bit nervous before such kind of meetings.

Every time I start to think about mistakes I made my mind drifts to one specific person that used to be an important part of my life. My ex who I broke up with three months ago. Not that she did something terrible, I just couldn't stay in secret relationship with her anymore and keep pretending that it doesn't hurt me. I knew that she truly loved me and she was my first love as well. These two years I spent with her were both the best and worst time of my life, constant emotional rollercoasters exhausted me, but I couldn't let her go, because sincerely believed that she's my fate. Maybe I'm just not mature enough for any kind of relationship and it had nothing to do with my partner's behavior. I was too selfish, clingy, hungry for attention and...

"Earth to Y/n, we're here already, come on." Dad's voice interrupted my guilt trip and I couldn't be more thankful.

Ten minutes later we were already ascending in a large glass elevator to the 30th floor. My parents are talking about boring business related stuff , and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do after that meeting. The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and I saw a blonde woman wearing an expensive black suit and Jimmy Choo heels approaching the door. As soon as it opened, the woman smiled broadly at my parents and entered the elevator.

"Hi, Mr. Y/ln and Mrs. Y/ln, I'm so glad to see you again, it's been a while. You both look gorgeous." She said in a slightly raspy voice. Of course, I immediately recognized Elizabeth, even though she did bangs and changed her style of clothing a bit since the last time I saw her. The new image actually suits her very well, now she looks even more powerful.

"Good morning, Elizabeth. Darling, you look absolutely amazing! Your mother told me you visited France recently, did you like it there? And what is that gorgeous ring on your finger, did Boyd finally decide to propose?" my mom asked with a genuine curiosity. Oh. I didn't even notice that ring. Well, no wonder the woman like her isn't single.

"France is incredibly beautiful and charming, I definitely want to return there one day. I think I fell in love with their desserts. And yeah, we decided to get married." She says the last part quickly and a bit dryly that doesn't go unnoticed by me and turns her head in my direction, staring at me with her big green eyes. "Hi, Y/n." Elizabeth smiles at me and I greet her back a little shyly, surprised at my sudden modesty.

When we arrived at our floor, my father's assistant met us and took us to the conference room, where everyone had already gathered. I took a seat to the left of my mom and next to Elizabeth, out of the corner of my eye seeing a tall blonde man greet her and kiss her on the cheek. Yes, it's Boyd. "Such a weird name, but whatever" I thought to myself, and then I heard my father's voice announcing the beginning of the meeting.

It's been almost an hour. I got lost in my thoughts five minutes after the start, occasionally glancing at the people in the room and fixing my gaze on the woman to my right as she talked about possible solutions to problems. When she stopped talking, I went back to whatever was going on inside my head, but soon my attention was drawn to the raised voices of my parents.

"We can't cut or withhold workers wages because we screwed up on the last project! People have always been more important to Lincorp than money and we cannot let down our loyal employees. It's not even up for discussion." My father said, gradually losing his temper. I don't understand much about business, but I know that now he's right and I'm always ready to support him.

"It's our only option, Derek. If we don't cut our costs, it could lead the company to collapse." Said tall, dark-haired man of strong build, who I assume is Mr. Holdbrook, Boyd's father. His family also supported his position, leaving the final decision for Olsens to make.

I took a quick glance at Elizabeth and noticed her strange expression. Obviously she was a little upset and taken aback by her fiance's position, so I could only hope that her family would support ours. Suddenly her eyes meet mine and I see a mixture of doubt and confusion in them. She gives me a small nervous smile and returns her attention to the discussion.

I didn't expect that all of this would actually make me worry, but here's how it turned out. Suddenly I start to feel overwhelmed, my breathing starts to hitch, and my hands shake a little because of surging emotions and a strong sense of responsibility.

I quickly excuse myself and go to the hallway to calm down a little. Thoughts that I'm doing something I barely understand just to avoid disappointing my parents quickly fill my head. It only makes me more nervous and I mindlessly start walking along the corridor, barely paying attention to everything around me, thinking about a difficult decision that our company will have to make, until someone's hand touches my shoulder. I immediately stop moving and turn around to see whoever was following me.

"Harsh realities of the business world, huh?" Elizabeth's voice fills my ears. I look up at her and she gives me a little sympathetic smile.

"I just feel out of place almost every time I come here. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to this company and our parents for a good job and great career opportunities, but I just...sometimes I feel useless for Lincorp." I mutter under my breath, not fully realizing that I'm pouring my soul out to an almost unknown person, whom I've seen several times in my life.

"Hey, hey, Y/n, look at me please. I totally understand how you feel, sometimes I have a similar feeling that I'm not doing enough for the company, you know. And it's not actually my thing at all." She says sincerely trying to calm me down.

To be honest, I didn't expect to have that kind of conversation with her because, you know...she is kind of perfect daughter and an employee. She always seems to know what exactly she's doing. Confident posture and speech, the ability to find a common language with people, excellent ideas...all of this creates the image of a born business lady for her.

But seeing her today's look during the meeting makes me realize that she is probably not at all what she seems. And I definitely have to get to know her better.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen fanfiction #wanda maximoff x you #elizabeth olsen x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #elizabeth olsen fanfic #wanda maximoff #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #lizzie olsen

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goodlucktai · 3 years ago

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they’re not gonna keep us apart

harry potter pairing: remus/sirius, sirius&harry word count: 3660 modern/no magic au title borrowed from monsters in the dark by mykey

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Marley Riggs is having a bad night.

Working thirds at the trauma center meant that, generally, every night could be counted upon to be at least a little bad—but even held to her own skewed personal standard, Marley is currently having the night from hell.

“Ma’am,” she tries again, clinging to her composure with nails and teeth as her grip on the phone turns white-knuckled, “I’m not sure if you fully understand the implications of what I’ve told you. Your sister and brother-in-law are in surgery. Your nephew—”

“We’re estranged,” the woman on the phone says, in a biting tone that climbs clear over Marley’s voice of measured professionalism. “If I’m listed as an emergency contact then it was a clerical error. Fix it.”

Marley takes a deep breath. She looks over her shoulder at the tiny four-year-old sitting in a quiet corner of the waiting area. Little Harry Potter is clutching a well-loved dog stuffie that the paramedics on the scene had recovered from the wreckage, silently nodding or shaking his head in response to the questions a kind nurse from the pediatric level is asking him. He hasn’t said a word since he got here, green eyes glassy and traumatized.

Marley thinks of her brother’s baby girl in any similar situation, and turns back to the phone.

“No problem, ma’am,” she says brightly. “But just so you know, as a mandated reporter, I’m obligated to give your name to the police. Leaving a child in your care unsupervised at the ER in the middle of the night after an auto accident would make a clear case for criminal neglect, Mrs Dursley.”

The woman on the other end of the line sputters, outraged, but doesn’t actually manage to string any words together.

“If you’re concerned about mistakes in the paperwork, I’d be happy to go over it with you when you get here,” Marley adds pleasantly.

“Fine,” Mrs Dursley says, and hangs up.

“Lord have mercy,” the receptionist, a part-time college student named Ricky, says with feeling as Marley slams the phone back into the cradle. “I could only make out half of that conversation and I still feel like I need a pint.”

“Pull the contacts back up, please,” Marley says, leaning over his shoulder. “I want to make sure we tried everyone.”

“We did,” Ricky assures her, scrolling back up through the patients’ information. “The Dursleys were the last on the list, and I can sure as shit see why.”

It’s late, nearing ten o’clock, and reasonable to assume that people are turning in for the evening. Still, Marley finds herself glaring at the names on the list, willing one of them to appear as if by magic.

They’re over-staffed for the night, and it’s a rather slow one. The only other patient that EMS drops off is another auto accident, a middle-aged man with whiplash and a broken nose from the airbag when it deployed. The nurse from pediatrics gets called away and replaced. Ricky heads to the cafeteria and returns with a peanut butter sandwich and some apple slices for Harry to eat. One of the officers who had been on scene at the accident arrived at some point, off-duty now but still in uniform. Her brow furrows to find the little boy sitting unclaimed in the waiting room.

“Any news yet on Mr and Mrs Potter?” the officer asks them in a low tone. Her badge says Connor.

Marley says, “They’re still in the OR.”

A muffled conversation behind the automatic glass doors becomes louder as it gets nearer, and then the doors slide open to admit a very large man and a very thin, severe-looking woman. Marley just knows, in the pit of her gut, that these are the Dursleys. They prove it a second later.

“Hurry up, then, I’ve got work in the morning,” the man grumbles, before parking himself on one of the benches just inside the door. His wife approaches reception with quick strikes of her kitten heels on the polished tile.

“Well?” she asks. “What do I need to sign?”

Behind the desk, Ricky actually says “what the fuck” out loud. Marley can’t even scold him, because honestly, what the fuck? Officer Connor stands up from where she had been kneeling next to little Harry’s chair—and Marley has never seen someone make standing up look like a threat before, but she’s seen it now.

“Okay, Mr Potter, how about we walk over to those vending machines?” the nurse says quickly, clearly eager to remove the kid from what is proving to be an uncomfortable situation. He stands up and takes Harry’s hand, and adds, “I bet some hot chocolate would hit the spot.”

Harry doesn’t so much as glance at his aunt on his way past her, hugging his dog stuffie to his chest and letting himself be led quietly to the other side of the atrium. Marley has seen it before—kids in these situations largely tend to either shut down or just go to sleep—but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch.

“I told you, my sister and I are estranged,” Mrs Dursley says tersely. “I have nothing to do with her family, and I want nothing to do with her family. I’ll sign whatever I have to.”

“Your nephew could become an orphan tonight,” Marley whispers.

Something comes and goes across Petunia Dursley’s face that makes her look, however fleetingly, as human as the rest of them. And then she straightens her blouse with a nervous little jerk of her hands and says, “That has nothing to do with me. She has her own life, and I have mine. Lily made her choices.”

After six years and two promotions, Marley Riggs might be about to lose her job. She opens her mouth around something that will almost certainly make her immediate supervisor put his head in his hands and consider his own resignation—

—when thudding footfalls from outside interrupt.

The automatic doors slide open, but not fast enough; a young man clips his shoulder on one of them. It barely slows him down. He collides with the reception counter and blurts, “I’m—I got a call, a voicemail—about an accident—I was in the garage, left my bloody phone in the office—”

This frantic, wild-eyed energy is actually much more familiar ground than Mrs Durlsey’s icy demeanor. Ricky falls right back into routine as he says, to the young man who can’t be much older than himself, “It’s alright, mate, at this time of night people can’t be expected to check their phones right away. I.D.?”

The man digs his wallet out with shaking hands, flipping it open and turning it around. Ricky glances at the I.D. and then his eyes dart over to catch Marley’s.

Marley steps away from Mrs Dursley and calls out, hopefully, “Mr Black?”

Sirius Black, the first name on the Potters’ list of emergency contacts, Harry’s legal godfather and next-of-kin, whirls in place to face her. He’s quite handsome, or he would be, if he wasn’t grey-faced and bedraggled by fear. Abandoning his entire wallet with Ricky, Mr Black crosses the room in long strides, eyes darting from Marley, to the police officer, and then landing on Mrs Dursley.

There’s a very loaded moment between them, and Mrs Durlsey’s lips pull back in distaste, but Mr Black disregards her almost immediately. By the time he reaches them, Marley has his full attention.

“Jamie and Lil?” he asks hoarsely by way of hello.

“They’re still in surgery,” Marley says. “They were brought in just a few hours ago. There were groceries in the car, so we can only assume they were on their way home from the shops when a lorry at the intersection ran a red—”

“Oh my god.”

Mr Black shoves shaking hands through his hair, and takes a deep breath.

Then, abruptly, he loses what little color is left in his face. He looks like someone who has been faced with the absolute worst-case scenario and yet managed to think of something to make it even more horrible.

“Harry wasn’t in the car, was he?”

Marley takes him by the arm and tells him firmly, “He was, but he’s fine. Superficial cuts and bruises. Three stitches on his forehead. Paramedics usually err on the side of caution with children, and the EMTs who responded to the call transported Harry here along with his parents, just to be safe.”

Mr Black nods, but Marley can tell she’s losing him. He’s already looking around the room for some sign of his family as he asks, “Where is he?”

Officer Connor says, “I’ll go get him. Why don’t you help Ms Riggs here get some paperwork filled out in the meantime, Mr Black? We’ve had a hell of a time trying to get answers for this kid tonight.”

“Call me Sirius, please,” he replies absently. “I’m—yeah, I can do paperwork.” He looks like he’s forgotten his own middle name and street address and probably the alphabet as well, but he’s holding it together admirably. He goes where Marley steers him without a fight.

“What’d you threaten them with to get them to show up?” Sirius asks her when he’s seated with a clipboard, jerking his head back at where the Dursleys are holding council by the sliding doors.

“Criminal negligence,” Marley replies without missing a beat. It earns her a crooked grin, the half-hearted facsimile of what must usually be a wide, shining thing.

But Sirius’ hands are still shaking, and he hasn’t lost that haunted, frightened look in his eyes. He scrawls through the paperwork quickly, not carelessly, but with the efficiency of a person who has filled out Harry’s information at doctor visits and dental appointments a hundred times before. He knows the answers to questions about vaccinations and allergies without second-guessing them.

God, Marley wished he had picked up the phone earlier. She could have been dealing with a person who actually gave a shit about his family this entire time instead of the Dursleys.

She looks up when Officer Connor approaches, guiding Harry by the hand. Harry shuffles along as listlessly as he’s done everything since he got here two hours ago, but he jerks to a stop when he sees the person next to Marley.

“Uncle Siri?”

Sirius is out of his chair so quickly Marley didn’t even see him move, suddenly five steps away and kneeling and opening his arms for Harry to run into, and Harry does.

His little bandaged face is screwed up with tears and his bruised eyes are wet and he’s finally crying. He finally feels safe enough to cry, sobbing into his godfather’s shoulder and clutching at his jacket with both hands, stuffie discarded on the floor beside them.

“Oh, Harry, Harry, thank god, ” Sirius chokes out. “Oh, it’s okay, kiddo, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’m here. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I didn’t know where I was, and my head hurt,” Harry wails. “And mummy and daddy wouldn’t wake up and I want to go home!”

“I know, love. I want to go home, too. How about we stick together until we figure out what’s going on?”

Sirius hoists Harry up into his arms and scoops the stuffie up off the floor. Harry hides his face away in Sirius’ collar, only curling an arm around his plush toy again when his godfather tucks it against his little chest.

It’s a relief to finally see the child acting like a child, as heartbreaking as it is to listen to him cry. Sirius still looks like he’s having the worst night of his entire life, bar none, but he’s standing a little firmer on his feet now that he has Harry to look after.

“I called Remus on my way here,” Sirius tells both Ricky and Marley. He doesn’t try to talk over Harry, rubbing circles on the boy’s back. Marley perks up at the mention of the Potters’ second emergency contact. “He sleeps like shit usually, so he tends to turn Do Not Disturb mode on before he goes to bed. Only lets calls from me, Jim and Lil through. He’ll spend the next twenty years hating himself for missing your call earlier, so go easy on him when he gets here?”

“Of course,” Marley says, heart softening for the Mr Lupin who sounded so weary and wry in his voicemail greeting. “He’ll be here soon?”

“Yeah, he’s probably breaking a couple dozen traffic laws as we speak,” Sirius says, and then looks sideways at Officer Connor as if he wishes he hadn’t. She smiles and makes a big show of Not Listening to their conversation while she helpfully gathers the paperwork that had scattered when Sirius all but threw the clipboard aside moments ago.

“Uncle Remy’s coming?” Harry pipes up, his voice scratchy and warbling.

“Of course he is, his favorite person in the whole world is here,” Sirius says, giving Harry a little jostle. “I’ll have to beat him away with a stick when he sees you.”

Harry smiles, much sooner than Marley might have guessed he would smile, and turns so that his face is only half-hidden in his godfather’s shoulder.

When Remus Lupin arrives, he goes straight to Sirius and Harry, and gathers them both into his arms in an embrace that lasts what feels like a long time. He looks ready to carry the weight of them for miles if need be.

Sirius soaks his presence up like a sponge. Harry pats Remus’ scarred cheek in hello, and Remus turns his head just enough to kiss Harry’s tiny palm.

“Any news?” Remus asks in a low tone.

“Nothing new since I’ve been here,” Sirius says, glancing at Marley. She grimaces sympathetically and shakes her head.

“They’ll be alright,” Remus says softly.

“Mhm,” Sirius replies at length, lips pressed together, clearly at his emotional limit. Remus seems to understand, and tucks Sirius’ head beneath his chin.

The Dursleys decide then that they’ve been ignored long enough.

“Am I going to have to sit here all night?” Mr Dursley fairly thunders, drawing eyes from all corners of the otherwise quiet atrium. “Some of us have work in the morning.”

Now, if Marley would have had to guess which of Harry’s uncles would have been the one to immediately instigate a row, based on their very brief acquaintance, she would have definitely guessed Sirius, with his dark ensemble of ripped jeans and combat boots and faded leather jacket. Contrarily, Remus, dressed in a rumpled button-down shirt and soft cardigan, looks as though he drifted quietly out of a library or a museum to be here, as likely to pick a fight as a moonflower.

But his gentle edges sharpen as he looks around. His eyes, under the unforgiving fluorescent lights, are a very bright brown, almost amber.

“Moons,” Sirius mutters, “c’mon, leave it.”

“What is it you do again, Vernon?” Remus says a bit too pointedly. “I could have sworn you worked at the mall.”

Mr Dursley’s face turns red, and then purple. “I work in sales.”

“Yeah, that’s right, that hardware store,” Remus says, nodding agreeably. His tone is conversational but he’s clearly aiming for the throat with every word. “You’d better go, then. Would hate to keep you away from those drills. Someone might decide to build a birdhouse this weekend, and they’d simply be lost without you.”

Mr Dursley levers his considerable bulk out of the chair, furious enough that Marley shuffles back involuntarily as he advances.

“Now, you listen to me, you bleeding fr—”

“Vernon, enough,” Mrs Dursley says, “let’s not stoop to their level, let’s just go home.”

Maybe because she doesn’t want to cause a scene; or maybe because Officer Connor is standing at Marley’s shoulder, watching Mr Dursley very carefully.

Blustering, the man storms out the door, almost flattening a nurse coming back from her break. His wife lingers long enough to scowl at little Harry, who turns to hide his face in the side of Sirius’ neck.

“Don’t you dare look at him like that,” Sirius barks, properly angry.

“I won’t look at him ever again, how does that sound?” the woman snaps. “Take my name off his emergency contacts. I’m done.”

“That’s right. You are done,” Remus agrees. “And the next time you and Vernon need repairs, or come up short on the mortgage, or want to weekend in Paris and come ‘round ours looking for a babysitter, I’ll remind you—we’re done.”

Mrs Dursley’s face is very still. Sirius is bouncing Harry gently, murmuring to him under his breath, but his grey eyes are glued to her over Remus’ shoulder.

“But even then, if something were to happen to you and Vernon,” Remus goes on, softly, savagely, “and, god forbid, little Dudley was sitting in a hospital all alone—frightened and hurt and waiting for someone to take him home—they would call Lily. And Lily would be there. She would move heaven and earth to be there. And she wouldn’t rest until your son knew that he was safe and loved and cared for, even if you couldn’t be with him anymore. And you know that.”

The woman blinks rapidly, her pocketbook clutched to her chest. Her gaze moves from Remus, to Sirius where he stands just behind him, and then lingers for just a moment on Harry’s tousled, birds-nest hair.

Mrs Dursley swallows, glances over her shoulder towards the parking lot, and then seems to steel herself.

“Take me off the list,” she says in a tone brooking no argument.

“Consider yourself gone,” Sirius replies, just as firmly.

When she’s left, and the door has whooshed closed behind her, Remus sighs. His shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing hard at his eyes.

It feels like a storm just blew through. Ricky unnecessarily rearranges stuff behind the counter to give himself something to do.

Sirius looks at Marley and says dryly, “Now imagine what Christmas must be like.”

Marley barks out a laugh before she can help it. Harry looks up at the sound of it, and gifts her with one of his precious sunny smiles.

“Those two have a kid at home?” Officer Connor asks in disbelief.

“And he’s an unholy terror, but only because he’s spoiled completely rotten,” Sirius replies, assuaging any concern about the Dursleys’ parenting. He shifts Harry away from his shoulder and holds him up, looking the child in the face and asking him gravely, “We don’t know anything about getting spoiled rotten, do we?”

“Not me,” Harry agrees with wide green eyes, a perfect angel.

Remus shakes his head at the two of them, and glances sheepishly at Marley. “I’m very sorry about that,” he murmurs. “I normally have a much better hold on my temper. She just, ah…pushes my buttons.”

“That woman could make a nun swear, mate,” Ricky interjects from the desk. “Honestly, we’re not bothered an inch.”

Remus smiles, nodding his thanks. His eyes stray back to Harry and Sirius, like the needle of a compass swinging around to face north, and he says, “Why don’t the two of you find a place to sit comfortably? I’ll get you a coffee, Pads.”

“And some biscuits, I should think,” Sirius says, with Harry bundled back in against his chest. “Harry’s been a star tonight.”

“No surprise there,” Remus says warmly, cupping the boy’s face and stroking a thumb across his bandaged forehead. “Make sure Siri stays out of trouble while I’m gone, okay?”

Harry nods solemnly, and Sirius allows himself to be herded towards a chair even as he grumbles, “Oh, as if I’m the one who nearly got into a fistfight with my honorary brother-in-law at the hospital—”

Remus kisses him, presumably just to shut him up. “Coffee privileges are dwindling by the second, sweetheart.”

He then kisses Harry on the head, and the dog stuffie as well when Harry holds it up, and turns to follow the signage on the wall toward the cafeteria.

Sirius looks down at Harry.

“Do you see how he bullies me?”

His godson giggles. The frightened child EMS brought in hours ago has vanished completely, disappeared into the shadow of this bright-eyed, quick-to-laugh likeness. Sirius digs his phone out of his jacket pocket and taps on a mobile game app before delivering it into Harry’s grabby hands.

Only then does Sirius glance up at Marley ruefully. “I promise I’ll finish the paperwork now.”

Officer Connor looks amused as she passes over the recovered clipboard.

Marley decides that Harry Potter is as safe as houses. She returns to her rounds, knowing he’ll be well looked after now.

As bad as her shift was when it began, it turns out to be rather wonderful—because at something approaching two o’clock in the morning, she’s able to deliver the news to the exhausted couple in the lounge that James and Lily are both out of surgery and doing well. James hasn’t woken up yet, but Lily has, and she’s demanding to see the three of them immediately.

Even after a sleepless, horrible night, smiles spring readily to Sirius’ and Remus’ faces. Sirius stands up without waking Harry, who is sleeping soundly against his shoulder. Remus folds his cardigan over his arm now that it isn’t being used as a makeshift toddler blanket. Marley is late to go to lunch, but she’s pleased to show them the way to the room where the rest of their family is waiting.

“Oh, you didn’t have to stay all night,” she hears Mrs Potter say as Marley steps back into the hall.

“‘Course we did,” Sirius says thickly. He started crying at precisely the moment he met Lily’s eyes. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you and James. We’re stuck with each other forever.”

“Until the very end,” Remus says. It sounds like he’s smiling.

#harry potter #raising harry #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #hp fic #my writing #hold me higher #jkr is dead to me these characters are mine now thanks for understanding

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bruhstories · 4 years ago

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Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

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“The Devil all the time”

Hunter!Tom x Demon!Reader

Supernatural AU

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

"Break the silence, damn the dark

Damn the light..."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Forget everything you thought you knew, you had every reason to be afraid of the dark when you were a kid. In this world where monsters are real, the Holland brothers hunt them so normal people can continue to live in the bliss of ignorance.

But when something goes terribly wrong, Tom will do anything to save his brother's life, including selling his soul to the devil. Well... Not exactly the devil, but close enough.

You don't need to watch Supernatural to read this AU

MY MASTERLIST

He knew it was you, even before turning. He knew it as soon as he heard your deceptively delicate footsteps break the supernatural silence that had fallen over the forest the moment he had buried the little metal box in the old crossroad. Tom didn't want to think about what it meant, having such an intimate knowledge of you to be able to recognize you by the cadence of your steps, being so in sync with you that he could tell whenever you were in the vicinity.

So he used his favorite deflection technique whenever it came to you.

"Y/n? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sorry, did I say nice girl? I meant evil skank"

The insult didn't phase you. None ever did. It was hard to take them seriously when you knew how many nights he fell asleep with your name on his lips, after pathetically releasing himself into his own hand, or fucking his boring girl-next-door girlfriend, chasing orgasm over unsatisfactory orgasm that would never completely satiate him. Because it wasn't your face the one contorted in pleasure looking up at him from the mattress.

"You called. I came" You batted your lashes, sweetly. "I always come when you call…"

He gulped, the innuendo not lost to his ears. It threw him off guard, like it always did.

"I would have thought this would be… beneath you" Tom cleared his throat, looking away, trying to regain his footing, "collecting a deal, like a vulgar crossroad demon"

There was nothing vulgar about the soul of a Holland. But he didn't need to know that, so you just shrugged,

"Queen Rowena has an interest in you boys. She finds you entertaining. I'm just being a good subdit"

He scoffed,

"Funny. I would have never peg you for a sub"

You took a step closer to him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me submit, Holland" Your hot breath fanned over his skin, setting his skin on fire. Making his blood boil. You had a way of doing that, of bringing out the worst in him. Of making him lose control. And you thoroughly enjoyed it, poking at the bear until the claws came out, laughing at the carnage.

Another step, and you could physically feel it: The hate, radiating from his every pore, his mind screaming with it. He hated you. He hated your kind. He hated your beauty. He hated the pretty white dress you were wearing, so pure and innocent, glowing like a beacon in the dark. A lure, guiding uncountable men before him into perdition.

But above all else, he hated that, even then, he couldn't help but to want you. Fervently. Desperately. Irreversibly.

"I came here to make a deal" He croaked, cursing himself internally for showing weakness.

"Let's negotiate, then," you replied, stepping away, mercifully letting him breath.

"My brother-"

"I know" You interrupted, sounding bored already, "Reapers everywhere are going berserk. Who, oh who, will get to reap the soul of a Holland?"

The wind picked up, making your long dress billow around your legs. You twirled a little, admiring the way it moved. Tom's eyes were glued to you, almost hypnotized. Partly because you were too dangerous to be left unsupervised even for a second, partly because you looked beautiful like that. It had never been more obvious to him that you were an unearthly creature, you didn't belong to this world. There, surrounded by greenery, barefoot, swaying softly under the twilight light, he wondered how could anybody ever mistake you for a human.

"Of course" your apathetic voice took him out of his revery, "being reapers, watching them go wild is rather boring. I swear they are the most uninteresting beings of all creation"

That made him see red.

"Boring? Boring?!" He knew his voice was rising with every word but he just couldn't help it, "They're waiting for my little brother to die!!"

"Which could happen any minute now," You reminded him, all playfulness gone from your demeanor, "so if you wanna strike a deal, I suggest you start making me an offer worth my time"

He was taken aback by that.

"I- My soul in exchange of a wish, and you collect it in ten years" He tried and failed not to think about what that implied: vicious, invisible hounds of hell tearing apart his body and dragging his soul to hell, "Isn't that the usual deal?"

You scoffed,

"After all the things you did in your life, what makes you think your soul doesn't belong in hell already? And if your brother dies, that is one less Holland on earth to worry about. You and your brothers have managed to become a big pain in the ass for us…"

He pulled out a knife, a strange one, with runes in the blade. You arched a brow in recognition

"The Winchesters' knife. Are you threatening me, little hunter?"

Your lack of reaction was another blow. He had hoped you'd be more impressed than that. Nonetheless he turned it in his hands, offering you the handle.

"I'm throwing it into the deal"

To his surprise, you didn't immediately take it from his hands, choosing instead to pace the clearing, deep in thought.

The truth was you couldn't care less about the knife, it wasn't more dangerous to you than a toothpick. And while it was true it could certainly damage your queen, she had a far better weapon to protect herself: You.

But it did confirm your suspicions about the Hollands having access to the old Winchester arsenal, which meant they had access to something way more dangerous than that rustic weapon made of steel and bone. A book, made of ancient dark magic and human skin, written in blood. A book that was precious to queen Rowena and by extension to you: the Book of the Damned.

The Hollands were a family of extremely talented, yes, but old fashioned hunters. The stab first, ask questions later kind. They probably had no idea what they had in their hands… but you did.

"Very well then," you finally declared, "this is my offer: Your soul and that knife in exchange for sweet Harry's life and one year for you to get all your businesses in order"

Tom felt all the blood drain from his face. One year. Just 365 more days to live, before an eternity of torture in hell.

"O-one year?" He breathed.

"One year" You confirmed, "More than enough time to go see the Grand Canyon, eat the world's spiciest burger or whatever you have on your bucket list"

The disdain in your words only made him hate you harder.

"Not nearly enough to live" He replied through clenched teeth. You rolled your eyes,

"You're a hunter. You lead short, violent existences, charging head first towards what most humans run away from. Things faster, stronger, more powerful than you, surviving each encounter out of sheer luck. Killing one monster after another, until that luck runs out. Because the monsters? Unlike you who rely on it everyday, they just need. One. Single. Lucky. Strike." You punctuated every word with one step in his direction, until you were face to face again. Until, for the first time ever, you could see the fear, the desperating hopelessness he kept hidden inside, reflected on the warm coffee of his eyes. You knew a lesser man would be already crying and begging for Mercy.

Tom wasn't like other men though, that was the whole point.

"Or…" You soften your tone and your stance, letting your fingers ghost over the back of his hand, his whole skin erupting in goosebumps. That was the very first time you touched him. Ever.

And it was as if nobody had ever touched him before, the light caress enough to set every nerve ending, every single one of his cells, alight.

He was so distracted by the sensation and his body's response to it, he almost didn't hear your next words over the sound of his own pounding heart.

"Or you could keep your little pocket knife, and even have your ten years if…"

"If?" He struggled to focus.

"You let me borrow a book"

His brows furrowed in confusion,

"A book? What book?"

"Any book of my liking, for as long as I want" You shrugged it off, "Do we have a deal?"

There was a catch there, it was obvious. He knew he was going to regret it but, what choice did he have?

"Deal"

Your smile was blinding, luminous. If he didn't know any better, he would have called it angelical. Now, that was one ridiculous thought.

"What now? We seal it with a kiss?" His eyes fell to your lips, so soft looking and inviting. He wasn't eager to put his mouth on a filthy demon and doom himself. He wasn't.

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"Oh no, darling. This is big. This is special" You're special, "A simple kiss just won't cut it…"

No. You couldn't mean… could you? Was there no limits to your hatred for him? Did you really want him so defeated, so humiliated?

"What do you want?" He spat through gritted teeth.

"The same thing you want" You put your hands on his chest, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "The same thing you have wanted ever since we first met . The thing that's obsessing you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

You smirked,

"You can lie to your family, you can even lie to yourself, little hunter... But you can't lie to me."

He couldn't hide, you could see every fantasy, hear every single one of his thoughts of you on repeat, like a prayer in your direction. Just like he couldn't hide the way his skin was burning now for you, the way his blood rushed south, the way all logical thought left his brain, his iron grip on his emotions finally breaking as he snapped.

Lightning fast, in just a blink, he twirled you around, your back hitting the rough bark of a tree, as he towered over you, demon blade to your throat, every inch of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were ablazed with rage, and passion, as he surged forward, striking you with his best hit.

He kissed you.

Lips vicious against yours, teeth biting and scraping only to soothe the offense seconds later with his tongue, until he was dizzy, light headed with the lack of oxygen and the taste of you. The hand not holding the knife to your neck fell to your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh with enough force to cause pain on a human woman, merely making you moan. He swallowed the sound, letting his fingers trace your waist, your hips, clawing at your dress until he finally, finally, felt skin under his fingertips.

It was better than anything his mind had conjured in his feverish fantasies in the dead of the night. The skin of your inner thighs velvety soft, as they parted under his touch, the sweetest sounds leaving your lips as his fingers found your naked core. You weren't wearing any underwear, probably never had. The realization that, in all your past encounters and fights you had been standing there, just feet away from him with nothing under that damn dress hit him like a truck, making his head swim.

He searched between your folds, and suddenly his fingers were inside you. He was inside you, a part of him was buried deep within you, within your silky heat, claiming you as his, if only for the night.

And you were so wet for him, and only getting wetter as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, opening you up until he was able to slip a third one in, fucking you with his hand in earnest. You were sobbing, clutching at his biceps, head thrown back in pleasure. He took advantage of that to suck bruises on your neck, only to see them fade before his eyes. Your skin tasted clean, smelled like wild flowers and rain. Ozone. Lightning. Like those coursing through his veins with every cry, every delicious gasp you made.

He found the perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks through your nerves with every stroke of his calloused fingers.

"This what you wanted?" To make him lose it? Lose his mind, himself, in you? "For me to make you come on just my fingers, like the little slut you are?"

The floor disappeared from under his feet as you sent him flying away from you, a searing pain exploding at the back of his head as he landed, sprawled at the feet of an old, dying oak. With blurry eyes, he saw you stalk towards him, all power and cold, controlled fury.

"Let's get one thing straight, Holland. I'm not one of your sluts" You sneered, "and I'm definitely not your basic bitch of a girlfriend. So you better start showing me a little respect, are we clear?"

He gulped, sitting up. He had to be seriously fucked up in the head, for his cock to be twitching inside his pants at your threatening tone.

"Crystal"

"Good" You declared, coming to a stop right in front of him, standing between his parted legs, "Now, let's put that mouth of yours to a better use"

He knew that image was going to be forever tattooed on his brain: You standing in front of him, holding the skirt of your dress up, waiting for him to put his mouth on you. Tom took a moment to admire you, before delving in, flattening his tongue over your slit, before drawing tight, precise circles on your clit with the tip. God, you tasted so divine it was messing with his head; something as dark and corrupted and twisted as you, feeling so exquisite, so perfect, so heavenly to his every sense.

He helped you hook your knee over his shoulder, his other arm snaking around your leg, pulling you even closer. You could feel his smirk against your cunt the moment he realized your legs were shaking, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with his wicked talented mouth devouring you like a last meal, rocking your whole world, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.

You always knew that man would make the stars fall.

Tom kept on, penetrating you with his tongue as far as it would go, his whole face moving against you. The slight burn of his scruff felt delicious against your delicate labia, as he used his fingers to open you up like a flower, separating your petals to get to the delectable nectar inside. You were close, he could feel it, the obscene sounds you were making, the waves of sweetness falling on his lips feeding his ego, filling him up with pride. By the time the night was over, you'd be unable to forget him. He would make sure of that. He would make you come, over and over, until the only thoughts left in your brain were of him, the only word your lips knew how to speak was his name. He would mark you, like a bloodstain, like you had done to him.

Almost there, he almost had you. Your muscles were locking, your walls starting to tremble, when a loud crack resonated over his head, and you stepped away on unstable legs, breathing hard. You didn't even need to breathe, it was just his effect on you. He made you feel human. And it was both exhilarating, and terrifying.

You took another step back, but he took hold of your ankle, tugging hard enough to make you fall on his lap, white skirt covering the place where his hands were fumbling with his zip, with his boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as you sank on his rock hard cock, not giving him any time to get used to the feeling of you around him, before starting to move.

"How does it feel" You taunted, "fucking a monster? Is it as good as you dreamed of?"

Better. You felt even better. Tom hadn't thought it was possible, but he loathed you even more for it.

"Shut up" He growled.

You leaned forwards, breath hot against his ear,

"Cause you feel amazing, Tom. Your cock feels like heaven"

His hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours again, the other fumbling for the buttons at the back of your dress, tugging and pulling, tearing at the fabric, in his haste to feel more. More of your skin against his, more of the body that had been his hyper fixation for far too long.

You sat up, still grinding on his cock, letting the tattered dress fall to your waist, watching in satisfaction as his eyes went wide, zeroing on the way your breasts bounced in sync with your hips.

Reaching up, for a glorious second Tom could feel one perfect pebbled nipple against his palm, the roundness, the weight of your soft flesh on his fingers; before an invisible force pinned his hands to his sides.

You tsked.

"Still don't get it, do you little hunter? This?" You let yourself fall all the way down his thick cock, hard, tearing twin moans from his mouth and yours, "This isn't about you. This is about me."

Leaning back, you braced yourself on his strong thighs, changing the angle, changing your movements to a slower rocking against his pelvis. The friction against your clit was perfect, the feeling of his big, throbbing dick so deep inside you, stretching you like no one before, sending electrical pulses through your spine. It was decadent. It was ecstasy.

It was torture. Underneath you, Tom was sobbing, eyes bright with unshed tears, fighting in vain against his bonds. He needed it faster, harder, anything to help tilt him over the edge you were keeping him on, your sweet cunt too tight, too good around him to allow his cock to soften, your rhythm too leisured to let the tensed, strained coil inside him to snap. You were uncaring, using him remorselessly to get yourself off, your little moans getting higher in pitch the closer you came to your climax. Tom felt himself getting higher just by looking at your beautiful pleasure ridden face. You cried out, and suddenly it was happening, you were coming, pulsating around his cock, falling apart on top of him.

And the ground beneath him quaked. The sky above his head bled, the blue twilight torn open by lightning, and thunder, despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud marring its diaphaneity. You fell forwards, hand braced on the tree, next to his face, ridding the aftershocks of your orgasm until the end.

"No!" Tom cried when, after a few seconds of catching your breath, you dismounted him, letting his dick slip out of you.

You arched a brow,

"Something you want, Tommy?"

He locked his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. You smiled, amused, knuckles stroking his still iron hard cock.

"Do you need more, little hunter?" You enveloped him in your hand, moving it up and down his member, watching the head disappear under his foreskin, "Do you need to come?"

He banged the back of his head against the bark.

"Yes!" He finally admitted, "So badly…"

"Then beg" You commanded, stilling your hand. He snapped open the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Oh, if looks could kill…

"Never" He hissed, livid.

"Very well, then" You picked up your pace, pumping him fast, your grip almost too rough. He gasped for air, feeling the telltale tightening of his balls, the coil inside just about to break under the tension. But you must have felt it too, cause your hand let go of him altogether. Too late, he understood what you were doing.

One beat. And then another, and he was coming all over his t-shirt, orgasm completely ruined.

He cursed, tears escaping through the corner of his eyes, fingers digging into the moist ground under his hands. You chuckled, cruelly, standing up and stepping out of your shredded dress. He could have ganked you with the demon blade in that moment, he really could have, except his hands were still pinned by an invisible force at his sides.

"Let me go, you bitch," Tom growled, tossing, fighting against his restraints to no avail, "aren't you done?!"

"Not quite." You smiled, mockingly sweet, "Just one more thing before I leave. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute…"

He renewed his efforts to escape, as you bended over, reaching for his chest, white hot pain burning through his ribs. He almost cried out, but what he saw stole the voice from his throat, turned his blood into ice inside his veins, leaving him shaking, jaw slack and mouth open in a soundless scream:

You, naked and gorgeous and terrible. Transfixed, eyes glowing with a supernatural indigo light, the shadow of two massive, bended, broken wings projected on the trees behind you.

Not a demon, he thought. You're not a demon.

You smiled, and it was terrifying.

"No. I'm the thing demons have nightmares about" You replied out loud to the words he had only said in his mind, "And now, little hunter, you belong to me. Mind, body and soul"

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AUDERE EST FACERE !

하나. chanel : part one — 1.3k words

Ahyeong stared at the green wormhole outside the restaurant window that looked like it had ripped through the walls of reality itself, tuning out the low hum of the piano and the incessant chatterings of her parents discussing stock prices with the company investors over glasses of fine wine and impeccable dining.

She blinked.

It was gone.

Maybe she shouldn't have pulled an all-nighter binging True Beauty on webtoon as a reward for finishing the end-of-term exams. Lack of sleep was leading her to have vivid hallucinations.

She set her sights on her waiting dish of panna cotta instead, picking up the gold dessert spoon and scooping up an acceptable amount of the cold dish before putting it in her mouth.

"Noona," her brother, Gilyeong nudged her side, briefly scrolling his phone's screen before turning it at her direction under the table, away from the eyes of the adults.

Ahyeong, slightly confused, looked down at his phone screen, only to snap her neck as fast she could the other way.

Aish, that kid, the girl cursed under her breath, always up to ruining her mind.

Gilyeong lowly chuckled at his sister's agitated state and continued reading his horror manhwa on a mobile-reading app.

She couldn't exactly remember when, but it had become a tradition of sorts among the siblings to share the most gruesome stills of creepy images they could find to incite a satisfactory — and sometimes, rather laughable — reaction from the other.

They had a whole rating system where the degree of their flinches would determine the amount of money they had to pay to each other. Though she had to add, Ahyeong was winning in that department.

While Gilyeong found such material more often than not as he was an avid reader of any and every horror comic he could get his hands on, Ahyeong was more partial to the films and movies, only occasionally dipping her toes into physical pages.

Although she found clips and images at a slower pace than he did due to mountains of schoolwork, her contributions were usually the most disturbing (and mentally scarring) of all the others, which three times out of ten resulted in Gilyeong damaging his voice box by the magnitude of his screams.

(The neighbor had to check in once because he had thought it was Ahyeong screaming bloody murder.)

It wasn't like Gilyeong held back either. Despite being twelve, the guy had a lot of nerve in him reading all sorts of body horror. She supposed it was their mum's fault for leaving him unsupervised in the comics section at the library and Ahyeong's own for not stopping the seven-year-old from tainting his eyes. He had looked genuinely fascinated with the grotesque drawings and she had thought that it would have been nice to have someone to discuss her interests with. Her friends were hesitant to delve into "nightmare fodder" as they had called it.

She sighed, blinking away the drowsiness in her eyes as she tried to focus on eating her dessert. She couldn't wait to go back to reading True Beauty.

The restaurant lobby was as extravagant as it could've been, with rich, dark colors and gold-silver accents on every corner.

Her parents were outside, seeing the investors off while Ahyeong and Gilyeong waited for them to pick her up.

It had been over twenty minutes and they still hadn't returned. She could've rested a bit. Ahyeong tapped her foot impatiently, wincing at the sting in her foot. Standing in her stilettos for so long was doing her no good other than causing pain to her toes.

"Yah, dongsaeng, I'm gonna take a power nap, wake me up when mum and dad arrive."

She got no sign of confirmation other than a slight glance her way, and with that, she finally sunk into the couch and removed her heels.

The couch felt like a cloud, and Ahyeong couldn't help the heavy feeling behind her eyelids as exhaustion finally took over her consciousness and her eyes slowly fluttered shut, unbeknownst to the green hole in reality that formed in front of her as soon as she did.

Turn.

Someone was reading a book. That was what she first thought as her sleepiness faded, waking up from her nap but still keeping her eyes closed.

Maybe her brother had sneaked a copy of a comic under their parents' noses and was reading it while they were away.

Why didn't he wake her up yet? They still hadn't returned?

She was feeling more refreshed than ever and that was only possible with a full eight hours of sleep. Had a power nap finally lived up to its name?

It also smelled different. Compared to the faint scent of lavender and roses that glided through the air in the restaurant lobby, the only thing Ahyeong could register now was the steaming smell of convenience store ramen as if it was right in front of her and a rather strange note of musk from someone sitting across from her.

She furrowed her brows.

Gilyeong never put on cologne or perfume, who was it?

Snapping her eyes open, Ahyeong stilled, looking at the Gucci-clad person reading a manhwa in front of her.

She blinked.

Huh? Lee Dongmin?

Looking down at herself, she noticed her obvious change in attire, wearing Chanel trainers instead of stilettos and wide-legged pants and a cream turtleneck in place of her grey chiffon dress.

Where was she?

Awareness flooded her system, and her eyes zoomed over her surroundings to see a place she never thought she would.

Prince Comics.

The haven of horror enthusiasts.

Ahyeong contemplated. So was she in a drama? True Beauty, no less.

. . . wow, she really had been sleep-deprived, hadn't she? So much so that her obsession with True Beauty ended up with her having this extremely realistic fantasy.

Smiling faintly, she got up, alerting Cha Eu— no, Lee Suho, who went back to reading when she went to browse the collections available in the store.

So, a character from the main cast and an almost endless collection of her favorite pastime hobby?

She never thought she'd thank sleep deprivation for giving her such a wonderful lucid dream.

Suho glanced over his book to look at the girl peering at the various volumes of Uzumaki on the Junji Ito shelves.

Judging by her appearance, which screamed wealthy, she was most definitely not from around here.

He didn't recall seeing her around school or the neighborhood either.

Strange, he thought as she pulled out a copy of Shiver and sifted through it, face completely straight and not flinching in the slightest, rather, an amused smile played on her lips.

"Oh? Ahyeong! Is that you?"

His mental analysis of the new girl broke when the bookstore owner entered the lounge with a face of vague recognition, and Suho hastily returned his eyes back to reading his comic as the girl — Ahyeong, as the owner had called her, turned around with equal startlement.

TURN.

What the-?

"Wangja-ssi, it's been a while," Ahyeong smiled at the shop owner, slipping the book back into the shelf.

"Wah, you've gotten even more pretty from the last time I saw you!" Wangja exclaimed, face alight with elation at the sight of one of his favorite customers back at his shop.

She'd never seen him aside from behind a screen, what'd he mean?

Ahyeong looked abashed at the sudden compliment why was she doing that? and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, I'm here now. Our family moved to Gangnam a few days ago." She had been living in Gangnam since she'd been born, what was she saying? Why couldn't she control her actions?

"Daebak, what about your schooling? It's the middle of the year, have you found a place?"

"Oh, yeah, about that," Ahyeong grinned. She looked at Suho, who was gulping down red ginseng and not paying attention to their conversation at all, trying to signal him of the weird situation of paralysis that she was in. Was this what usually happened in a lucid dream? Her gaze locked onto Wangja's.

"I'm transferring to Saebom."

HUH!?

Suho choked on his drink.

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rachelbethhines · 4 years ago

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Tangled Salt Marathon - No Time Like the Past

While I wouldn’t call this the worst episode of the series, there are several others I dislike more, I would call this the most ill conceived story in the show.

All the other bad episodes have potential but are let down by poor presentation, boring predictability, or sloppy planning. This one however, is fundamentally flawed in it’s very basic premise and so ranks in the bottom of most fans lists. Even people who are far more forgiving of season three and than I am, and are hardcore New Dream stans, still dislike this episode. That’s how bad it is.

Summary: Rapunzel discovers Old Lady Crowley tossing out Cassandra's things. She is upset and demands that they be left alone. She then has Lance and Eugene help her save all of Cassandra's mementos and personal belongings, but she becomes saddened when Eugene reminds her that Cassandra turned her back on "her". Rapunzel takes a box of her things along with, unknowingly, a mysterious hourglass. As she examines it, she accidentally drops and smashes it and she and Pascal find themselves sent back into the past. They run into a teenage Eugene and Lance who keep calling Rapunzel "Sideburns". Rapunzel realizes that she and Pascal have inhabited the bodies of the Stabbington Brothers and decide to recruit the young thieves in getting the hourglass from the castle back.

Fun Fact! That Dummy is Rapunzel’s Doing

Minor nitpick here, but Cass had nothing to do with putting Eugene’s face on her sparring dummy. Rapunzel voluntarily did that back in Under Raps. Cas never requested it nor even expressed any joy over receiving said ‘gift’.

Basically the show is attributing one of Rapunzel’s mistakes/flaws to Cassandra in order to introduce a very nonsensical plot point later. So I need ya’ll to keep that in mind as we go along.

Lets Talk About the Episode’s Ordering

We don't have production codes for season three like we did for the previous two seasons. So we can’t know for sure what order everything was originally planned in, but I would argue that this episode should have came before Return of the King.

For starters this is a “bottle” episode; it takes place mostly in the past and the only present day characters who show up are Eugene, Raps, Lance, and Crowely. As such you could potentially slot this episode in anywhere before Cassandra’s Revenge. You can’t really do that with most of the other episodes so it could have been easily moved around when airing.

Therefore, I would argue that it should have been the first episode after Rapunzel’s Return for three key reasons.

It would have given Edmund time to travel to Corona and give Raps time to start up big building projects like fixing Old Corona. In fact she’s already approving building plans for the capitol city at the start of the episode. Which could even explain why she took so long getting to the castle repairs if she was taking care of the stuff that the Saporians messed up else where.

Rapunzel’s stance over wanting to keep Cassandra’s things makes more sense early on, both in universe and in a meta context. Raps would still have hope if Cass has only been gone for a month or two instead what would now be four or five months down the line. It also makes sense that Crowely wouldn’t wait around for that long. And from a meta standpoint, the audience would still be oblivious to what the heck Cass was up to and could theoretically side with Raps better; or at least empathize with her view point more, even while disagreeing with her.

Events in this episode better explains Eugene’s decisions in Return of the King and gives the audience more context for certain stuff.

So Why Is There a Random Magical Time Traveling Hourglass in the Storage Vault?

Slowly but surely the series has abandoned all pretense that there’s any logical world building in the show. Magical things just appear randomly now without any explanation whatsoever. Worse than that, things like the hourglass and map to the cursed tomb are treated as if they were always there, unlike the magical beings that they happened to run into in past seasons.

The problem with this is a lack of consistency. You can’t have sceptics like Eugene and Varian if magic is so common and wide spread that anyone can run into it at anytime. Not to mention it diminishes the specialness and importance of the sundrop and moonstone if powerful magical items can be so easily found and stirred, undermining important plot points and the tension surrounding them.

But most frustrating of all, is that this could have been easily fixed by just stating on screen at some point that magic attracts other magic. Meaning it’s only Rapunzel herself who routinely runs into these things and not just everybody and anybody.

None of This Stuff Holds Any Meaning

Show don’t tell!

At several points through out season three, both Raps and Cass morn over Cassandra’s left behind things. They tell us constantly that these objects hold significant meaning to them, but I, the viewer, have no damn clue as to why.

We were never shown on screen what was so special about these things other than the fact that it was junk Cass collected. There’s no story attacked to these assortment of objects nor any previous indication that Cassandra valued them beyond their usefulness. As such, any scenes involving her stuff fall emotionally flat.

Eugene is the One in the Right Here.

Eugene’s right.

Any well adjust and mature adult will tell you he’s right.

If someone doesn’t want a relationship with you, than that’s it. There is nothing you can do but to move on. It sucks, but its life. To ignore that is to ignore someone else’s boundaries and personal autonomy; while also devaluing yourself and you’re own needs.

In a competent show this would be a set up for Rapunzel to learn something about letting go and taking care of oneself emotionally.

But this isn’t a competent show.

But Lobster is for Poor Folk

Food history time!

Lobster, and shellfish in general, have been considered low class food for centuries. Especially around costal areas like Corona. It’s easy to attain, cheap, and not regulated like hunting was in much of Europe. In America, specifically, lobster was fed to prisoners and there’s historical accounts of riots being started over it.

Heck, less than forty years ago, no one lived on the coast but poor people. That’s why there’s historical communities of black people living on the southeastern islands in the US and why my father grew up in the swamps of Alabama during the 50s and 60s.

The gentrification of coastal property and seafood, like lobster, is a very recent phenomenon in human history, starting in the late 70s early 80s with the booming tourism industry and increasing globalization.

So while I understand that the joke here is meant to be reflective of our current understanding of lobster being a status symbol, in universe, it’s the equivalent of Eugene getting excited for chicken nuggets instead of his usual bowl of cereal because the story takes place before the 20th century.

This means that these kids are so poor that fucking mcdonald’s fast food would be considered a rare treat compared to the slop they usually eat. Yet again what is meant to be a lighthearted joke turns suddenly dark when you stop to think about it for all of two seconds all because the writers are so flippant about their world and characters.

This Wasn’t Planned Out, So the Timeline Doesn’t Add Up Anymore and Resources are Wasted

Remember the flashback in The Return of Strongbow?

Now I need you to remember that season three is two years later from season one and the movie. Eight years ago then, would be ten years ago now.

The Eugene and Lance in the bottom picture is suppose to be roughly the same age as the Eugene and Lance in the top picture; give or take a few months.

I know teenage boys can grow fast, but not that fast.

Eugene at 16 looks the same as he does at 26. All because the writers were too lazy to preplan things out ahead of time.

We should have seen the teen models with recasted voices back during that first flashback if they were going to tell this story later. Or the previous plot point should have been less than eight years ago.

In fact the first flashback no longer makes any sense being so many years ago given Eugene’s engagement and recent breakup with Stalyan, and the later reveal that he was working for the Baron during the original movie.

Sloppy planning like this not only makes for a confusing timeline but it also wastes limited resources. I like the new models, I like the actors cast for these younger roles, and I do like the concept of seeing more of Eugene’s past. But going through all of that trouble and money for what amounts to one throw away episode is mismanagement of the budget and work schedule.

Baby Varian Is the Episode’s Only Saving Grace

I know people are divided on the deign here. Some love it and some hate it, but that’s a personal taste thing. The actual scene itself is golden either way, because it’s such a funny eater egg. Fans on both sides made memes out of this for days. It’s legendary.

Personally I’m more in the ‘love it’ camp, though I can see the issues people have with the design. My main defense of it is more the fact that we got kid designs for the other OCs in the show and it’s only fair Varian got one as well. The fact that he’s in smaller versions of the S1 clothes doesn’t bother me anymore than when Lance ran around for two seasons in the same outfit, including when he was a kid.

So if I like it, then why am I talking about it a salt review?

Cause the most memorable part of an episode shouldn’t be a throw away gag!

People bring up baby Varian way more than they do about anything else in the episode, and no it’s not just because the character popular. It’s because most would like to forget what comes after this scene.

Where is Quirin, by the Way?

Why is your six year old son running around the big city unsupervised?

This wouldn’t get talk about as much it wasn’t for the fact that Quirin being neglectful in season one was a motivating factor in his conflict with Varian. A conflict that was suppose to be resolved back in Rapunzel’s Return but we the audience have yet to visually see any difference in behavior since then.

Quirin’s absence here in the past highlights his absence in the present day and reminds the audience aware that we’ve not been given a satisfying conclusion to one of the most important arcs in the series.

Lets Talk About Wasted Potential

Like I said, I like the idea of exploring Eugene’s past. But we should have gotten that back in season two when it was more relevant. Part of why this episode fails is because Eugene has reached the end of his original character development. He’s now on an identity crisis arc which has nothing to do with this episode.

But you know who still hasn’t finished developing? Rapunzel.

Rapunzel has lots to still learn and viewing her past through outside eyes could have turned this story into something really special. Especially with the ‘inhabiting another body’ plot point.

You have no end of options here,

Have Raps inhabit Cassandra’s body for a day and gain insight into what motivates her. It could have been either before or after they met, both offers up possibilities.

Have Raps inhabit Eugene’s body and experience what he had to deal with growing up and come to see his point of view. (This could have also worked with the Sabbingtons set up had the writers not been stupid.)

And my personal favorite, send her back to right after Queen for a Day and have her stuck in either Varian’s or Ruddiger’s bodies. Force her to see what she did to him and have her acknowledge she was wrong.

And those are just the most obvious choices, there’s other more out of left field things you can do that would still work with good writing. Like exploring Lady Caine’s past, inhabiting Arianna’s body and learning how to be a real queen, get dumped into actual young Gothel and lay out clues to the future Zhan Tiri plot, or possess one of the Brotherhood and experience the final days of the Dark Kingdom; the list just goes on and on and on.

But I Thought You Didn’t Put Kids in Jail Frederic?

Remember that Raps and Pascal are possessing the Stabbingtons who are still teenagers here. They can’t be much older than Varian.

This means that Varian isn’t some special case. Teens have received harsh and deadly punishments in the past for non-violent crimes like theft.

Also teens are called kids still by the majority of the cast. They’re aren’t considered adults with the same rights as someone in say their twenties, yet they can be punished the same as an adult would. Which is horrendous in any time period.

So in conclusion, Frederic is a fucking liar!

Tangled the Series can’t decide if it’s in the far past or a reflection of the modern day. As such it winds up supporting the worst of both worlds. Barbaric practices like hanging for minor crimes and prison slave labor are treated as the norm and never called out for the horrific things that they are; treated as a joke even, but we’re suppose to accept that this world also somehow views adolescence through the lens of late 20th century sensibilities even as it forces minors to go through such atrocities.

Like what are you trying to say show? What is your message on the transition of adolescence to adulthood regarding rights and responsibilities? And don’t tell me ‘it’s not that deep’ because this is suppose to be a coming of age show! That’s the entire premise of the series!

So How Old Are Stan and Pete Again?

I was always under the impression that Pete was a newbie guard, closer to Cass and Eugene’s age than say Cap or Frederic. That’s why he screws up so much because he’s inexperienced, why he seemed to be the closest thing to a equal colleague Cass had in the guard when she was also just starting out, and why I assumed those braided girls from the movie were his sisters.

I mean there was nothing on screen previously that would necessarily contradict this reveal, it just doesn’t feel right, that’s all. I guess he could be like 20 here and be 30 in the show. That would make him only a few years older than Eugene, but still doesn’t explain why he’s so useless a decade later.

I’m fine with Stan being here though. I always thought of him being the older of the two. In fact I headcannon Willow as his mysterious wife that he talked about back in Monty’s episode during season one. (She’s Stan and Pete’s beard, and they’re totally in a open poly relationship. That’s why they’re allowed to stay in the royal guard despite being so incompetent cause they’re technically Ferderic’s in-laws and Rapunzel’s uncles. Just no one ever talks about it cause it’s a minor sandal for a princess to marry lower class and Willow’s hardly ever there.)

And Why Does Xavier Have All Those Plot McGuffins?

I know we’ll never get an answer, but at this point Xavier’s exposition fairy powers border upon ridiculousness. It’s just lazy and a waste of character.

So How Does Time Travel Work In This?

There are three types of time travel stories in fiction.

First is the ‘Changeable Past, Changeable Future’. You see this in Back to the Future. What you do in the past will change the future, i.e. your present. You may or may not remember that you did it, but be warned you could change things too much and break stuff. Like erasing yourself from existence, or ruining your love life ect. The only way to fix it is to go back in time again and change stuff again. But beware of paradoxes or you may destroy the universe altogether.

The second is the ‘Alternate Timeline’, where changing things creates new realties and it’s a matter of finding the right reality again. The tv show Sliders is a great example of this. Each new timeline is a different dimension. What you do in one won’t effect your original point of origin, only that particular world. The challenge if often getting home again because the probable diverging timelines are infinite and the changes of getting back are a zillion to one.

Third is the ‘Closed Time Loop’. No matter what you do nothing will change. The future is inevitable and whatever you do in the past was always meant to happen anyways. Gargoyles handles this really well. You can also have ‘fix points’ where certain important things are set in stone but small things can be changed like in several Doctor Who episodes. Braking a fix point breaks the universe once again, while paradoxes are often the solution rather than the threat.

So which type of time travel is Tangled dealing with here?

Scenes like the conversation regarding Pete’s and Stan’s mustache or the ones involving Eugene working on his smolder suggest a closed time loop. Yet the ending to this episode reveals a changed future. Further still the grandfather paradox revolving around the hourglass would make you think an alternate timeline yet, we’ve no indication that anything else changed other then Eugene’s opinions on Cass, and Raps shows no concern about getting back to her original point in time indicating that it actually isn’t another dimension.... so what is it then?

You don’t have to have a tightly plotted time travel story to have an entertaining piece of media. Endgame is riddled with plot holes and contradicts itself constantly, but what it lacks in coherent plot it makes for with fun characters, emotional story beats, and good pacing that manages to balance the action with the drama while hiding the cracks just enough that you don’t lose immersion.

Tangled however fails at even this because it gets the character beats so fundamentally wrong. Like you may dislike where the characters ended up in Endgame, but can’t say that those developments didn’t match the characters’ previous storylines and logical trajectory. Tony finally becomes the selfless hero by committing the ultimate sacrifice, Steve learns self care as a mirror to Tony’s arc as they were always parallels to each other, Bruce learns to accept himself, Thor processes his grief and lets go of the role he was assigned at birth but never truly fit into, and Nat becomes the leader she was destined to be rather than the sidekick.

What happens to the characters in this episode however makes no sense.

This is Another Missed Opportunity to Explore Eugene’s Past

The other problem behind the episode is that we don’t actually learn anything new. If you’re going to promise a story focusing on Eugene’s past then I expect to actually glean some new insights.

We still don’t know why he’s working with Baron or how he fell in/fell out with him, what his relationship with Stalyan is like, how he became so cynical; not just the general basics, like the orphanage, but that point in his life where decided that survival meant giving up his morals and ethics; where did he first learn his better ethics that he originally suppressed (cause it sure as heck wasn’t Rapunzel), and when did he and Lance become separated?

This are questions that series decides to raise by making allusions to them and building conflicts off of them but never wants to explain the details of where they originated from. It’s super frustrating and wholly unnecessary. If you didn’t think the story of Eugene’s past worth telling then why did up repeatedly bring it up Chris?

Why Are You Surprised by This Rapunzel?

Rapunzel you know Eugene’s past. You know what he used to be like. You were literally there in the movie and saw him being an ass before this. You didn’t start to like him until he dropped his guard down in the flooded cave back when you both where about to die.

You fell in love with him when he showed you his real self and he fell in love with you when you proved that you were accepting of that. You earned each others’ trust. This here; angrily yelling at him and judging him, when you’re already hiding who you really are from him both literally and figuratively, is a breaking of that trust.

Who the fuck are you any more, Rapunzel?

Cause you’re not the same character from the movie. You’re not even the same character from season one. But whoever hell you are now, it’s not an improvement I can tell ya that.

So How Did The Hourglass Go From the Treasury to the Basement Storage, and How Would Raps Know It Was There At This Point and Time?

I’m guessing the implication here is that Crowley put Cass’s stuff in the vault, but like why the fuck would she do that? We’re not talking about a family attic here, but the royal safe. The most heavily guarded room in the castle with the kingdom’s most priceless treasures and antiques. Nothing Cass owned was that valuable.

Rapunzel Is Full of Shit

Oh let me count the numerous ways in which this whole lecture is stupid.

Rapunzel left Varian behind. Rapunzel left Varian behind multiple times, including that time he was thrown in jail. She was not a good friend, and no, this is not a case of her learning from her past because not once has she ever admitted that she was wrong to do that. So this scene just makes Raps look like a hypocrite.

Eugene does not need to relrean a lesson on being a better a person. He did that during the movie and has progressed beyond that point. This ‘lesson’ is a waste of time and a misuse of the characters.

This reframes Rapunzel as being in the right during her argument with older Eugene at the beginning of the episode, even though she’s not. In fact this is such a counterintuitive plot point that it boggles the mind. Who structures a narrative this way? Why so blatantly point out how the main character is wrong if not to have her learn something? Why frame the story to make the person who’s personal conflict isn’t even the episode’s focus, into the one who needs to learn something? Especially if that something is already a lesson that they’ve learned on screen beforehand.

And why, oh good heavens why, would you teach children such a toxic message? Like on the surface it sounds like something you’d hear in a children's show, but the context of it is justifying harmful behavior where you selfishly ignore other people’s wishes and boundaries just to satisfy you’re own personal desires.

And finally, Eugene and Lance do not work as a parallel to Raps and Cass. Cassandra is an adult who left of own free will. Lance is a teenager who was arrested due to Rapunzel’s own actions. Eugene isn’t the one who is responsible here, its Rapunzel. Who also left them both behind in her carelessness. Secondly, Eugene’s decisions are spurned by years of trauma and a healthy fear of dying, while Rapunzel’s is wrapped up in her own need to always be right and to keep her immature and fanciful outlook of the world intact. As harsh as it seems, what Eugene did was based off a predetermine agreement and presumably Lance would have acted the same way or been pressured to act the same way by Eugene. In short, Eugene’s cynical world view as a teen is not the source of his disagreement with Rapunzel but an adult perspective back by common sense and a respect of others choices. It makes no sense for present day Eugene to ‘learn’ anything from this misadventure that he didn’t already know and for Rapunzel to not learn anything that would actually tie the parallel together.

Locking Another Teen Inside a Jail Cell With Another Adult as a Joke, Does Not Erase the Inappropriateness of Varian’s Story

The episode tries to add another joke about Shorty sneaking into the prison without the guard knowing, but that still doesn’t excuse the fact someone had to have tossed Lance in there with him on purpose. Otherwise Lance wouldn’t have assumed Shorty was a fellow prisoner if he or the guard that locked him up saw Shorty sneak in before then.

Furthermore Lance’s nonchalant response suggests this is not an out of the ordinary occurrence. Nor do any of the other guard comment upon the irregularly of teens being jailed with an adult. Now add in the fact that the show fails to clarify that previous ‘cellmate’ line from Rapunzel’s Return and now gives us more confirmation that Varian was underfed and malnourished for a year with that gruel joke and you have a horrifying picture.

Shorty might be non-threating, but that doesn’t mean Andrew, a known attempted murderer and manipulator, is too. Nor any other adult who previously was housed with a teen before then. This is still very much not okay and no amount of ‘jokes’ will suddenly make it right.

Raps, Who is an Adult, Just Physically Threatened Two Teenaged Boys and It’s Played as a Joke....

How many times do I have to say it? Humor does not fix bad writing. I’m not laughing when a heroine at age 20, threatens a couple of kids for merely annoying her. Especially when said heroine has a history of abusing children; because let me repeat once again, neglect is abuse!

This is a Lie

No you wont.

Rapunzel never tells Eugene what happens on screen. I suspect that if she ever did, they would no longer be together, because what she wound up doing here was a violation of trust and boundaries in the worst possible way.

And This is Now a Time Paradox

A Grandfather Paradox to be specific. How can Rapunzel be here in the past to break the hourglass if the hourglass that sent her here is broken?

In a competent series this would be the point of a future conflict and not the actual resolution. It’s not a closed time loop because of the paradox and the changes we’ll see in the future.

So either she’s in an alternate timeline/dimension and just doesn’t gives a shit; leaving the real Eugene, Lance, Cass, ect. to go on without her; or she’s just broke the universe and everything is slowly unraveling around her; galaxies are dying as she whines about being dumped, people in the future are being eased from existence, and God is cursing her name for ruining his creation, all the while she carries on oblivious to the destruction in her wake, as usual.

That’s it. Those are you’re only two options now. Is everyone from here on a fake copy or is Rapunzel the damned destroyer of worlds? You decide.

So This Confirms That the Stabbingtons are Indeed “Family”

Another reason why I place this before Return of the King; it explains why Eugene considers the Stabbingtons ‘family’. Though if it was Rapunzel he actually bonded with and not the real Sideburns, then how much of his feelings are real and how much of them were fabricated by her? How much agency did this episode steal from him?

So What Exactly Did We All Change?

Well the dummy no longer has Eugene’s face, but Cass’s painting of the three of them still has him ripped out of the photo, soo... Keeping in mind that Raps painted the dummy anyways and considering that Moonandra tries to kill him later on; I’m going to guess that Cass’s feelings weren’t actually altered. If anything their relationship might actually be worse now, cause Cassandra keeps acting like she’s never had friends and Eugene has taken up Rapunzel’s blind devotion.

All that development in season one is just, poof, gone. Also it’s quite possible that the first movie as well has now it has been erased from existence as Eugene got his needed character development eight years too early. How the hell that’s suppose to work, I don’t know.

Outside of the that we get no confirmation how anybody else was effected, even though a more brainwashed Eugene running around would undoubtedly have caused a butterfly effect. Don’t expect that to be explored anytime soon.

Though, it would explain why he’s suddenly such a doormat in season three, if this was the second episode as theorized.

No! This is the Wrong Lesson!!!

Let me explain narrative promises.

Everyone, on some basic fundamental level, understands how stories work. We hear them recounted to us over and over again from the day we're born to the day we die. It’s integral to how we communicate as human beings. Everyone knows innately how to tell a story even if that person couldn’t tell you how stories or structured or what certain literary terms mean, but they do it every day just through speaking. And while most audiences can’t always pin point what upsets them about a story they can for sure notice when things are off and not satisfying to experience.

Now that doesn’t mean that everyone can write an awarding winning novel, that study of a craft isn’t important, nor that every amateurish critique thrown at any given media is valid. But it does mean that people have come to expect certain storytelling practices and can pick up on narrative cues. We’ve familiarized ourselves with the language of film, novels, comics, ect, into order to comprehend what’s going on.

Rules of writing are just following that established language so that the audience can keep up. You can break these rules, sure, but unless you know what you’re doing and have a good narrative reason to do so, then you can easily lose you’re audience. And if you’re making money off said audience that’s something you want to avoid.

A narrative promise is a cue; a set up that lets the audience know that ‘hey this is important, pay attention to this cause it’ll come back into play later’. Now that the audience has been alerted to the plot point they expect fulfillment of the promise. If you break that promise, either through poor set up, lack of follow through, or by breaking an established convention of writing for no other reason then because you just wanted to, your audience is going to walk away unsatisfied.

The argument at the beginning of the episode was a narrative promise. It was a cue that set up the interpersonal conflict of the main character. For add context, I know that this is a coming of age story. Convention would dictate that the protagonist would resolve this conflict by learning they were wrong.

That’s not what happened here.

Convention was subverted. It wasn’t the protagonist who grew and change, it was the person they were in conflict with who did. And it wasn’t subverted because of any greater narrative reason, or future pay off, or even as effort to be shallowly ‘clever’; it was subverted because the author just didn’t want to hold the main character accountable for anything. Because said character has now become his avatar for his wish fulfillment fantasy and having the main character admit fault would be to admit fault in ones own self. Rapunzel doesn’t feel like Rapunzel this season because she’s just Chris in a wig.

The episode broke a narrative promise to the audience; both within the episode and in the greater premise of the story, because of ego.

I don’t claim this episode is bad just because of personal taste nor because I find it morally repulsive (even though both those things are true), I call it bad because it exhibits bad writing. Plain and simple.

Way To Undermine The Entire Point of the Original Movie, Show

Speaking of breaking narrative promises....

TTS is suppose to be a squeal to the original movie. It’s even in the title of the show; both of them. In one fell swoop, the series has managed to sabotage it’s very reason for existing, as it erases Eugene’s motivation and the inciting incident that kick started the film.

Way to fucking go.

To further twist the knife, it diminishes the duel protagonist of said film in order to prop up a series original character, who isn't even present in the episode itself.

I don’t mind Cassandra’s existence. I don’t even mind her being the new deuteragonist and one of the main villains; even though she wouldn’t have been my first pick to fulfill those roles given her lack of set up. But I do fucking mind it if she upstages other characters and/or derails their character arcs in the process.

This is the Death of New Dream

I was still in denial when this episode first aired. I honestly believed that this and The Return of the King was build up to a third “betrayal” where Eugene finally became fed up with Rapunzel’s bullshit and joined forces with Zhan Tiri. I thought the end of the series would have Rapunzel apologize to everyone she did wrong, Varian, Cass, and Eugene, in order to break ZT’s hold on them, and that true love’s kiss would reunite the sundrop and the moonstone and that would just tie everything together into a neat little bow and give us a truly daring character study of a Disney hero.

Oh dear merciful heavens, was I ever wrong.

How did we go from season one’s challenging and mature storyline, complete with Disney’s first real anti-villian, to this?!

What the hell happened!?

Rapunzel not only disrespects Eugene’s opinions, violates his privacy and trust as she manipulates him as a teen, and then brainwashes him to think like her (even if accidentally), but doesn’t even have good grace to tell him. She instead has the audacity to look all happy and self congratulatory because she got want she wanted. She, and the show at large, doesn’t care what evil thing she does to get the desired outcome Rapunzel wants.

Rapunzel in this show is a spoiled brat. And the image of her and her now lobotomized boyfriend staring dead eyed at a picture of the creator’s previous waifu OC with plastic smiles on their faces, sums up this series perfectly.

Conclusion

This isn’t even the worst episode of the series guys. I don’t know if it would even make it onto a bottom five list. That’s how much crap I have to wade through when it comes to this show. This is however the most damaging episode to the franchise as a whole.

Not even the most hardcore of New Dream fans want to acknowledge the existence of that final scene, and Rapunzel stans won’t defend her beyond, ’well she didn’t mean too, it’s the writing that’s bad.’ Yeah, the writing is bad, that’s why the character can’t and shouldn’t be defended, not here and not in other badly written episodes where she also does bad things and never makes up for it.

Anyways I’m finally caught up to where I left off, before the move, though sadly I don't think I’ll get this series done by the end of the month like I had originally hoped. But if you would like to help out I have a ko-fi you can drop a tip into if ya want.

https://ko-fi.com/rachelbethhines

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #Eugene #anti-rapunzel #anti-tangled

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taggedmemes · 3 years ago

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES / 8.2 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'i also received a menacing letter.’

‘i once committed a desperate act of my own.’

‘i’m fine. i’m just annoyed.’

‘you scared me. what are you doing out so late?’

‘what am i, a cat? i’m allowed to be out past ten pm.’

‘have you seen anyone near my mailbox?’

‘you oughta be happy that someone still finds you obscene.’

‘wow, you’re really shaken up.’

‘it’s been thirty-eight days since we last had sex, and that streak is ending tonight.’

‘thirty-eight days. that’s like three years in hoo-hah time.’

‘drop your pants, cowboy, and saddle up.’

‘hey! hold it right there! i know what you did.’

‘i’m gonna ask you to step away from the cart and keep your hands where i can see ‘em.’

‘well excuse me for not wanting to live in a world where people can commit crimes without suffering the consequences.’

‘she pays for the grapes she eats in the produce section. she would never do anything bad.’

‘you don’t know me at all. i’m a very bad person. i did a horrible thing. i deserve to be punished.’

‘let my cuff her. i have cuffs. i brought ‘em from home.’

‘i’m serious. make an example of me to deter other criminals.’

‘so what’s the damage? an arm and a leg? just an arm?’

‘um, that wasn’t free. i sent you a bill. you just haven’t paid it.’

‘you’ve been on the inside. what can you tell me about him?’

‘really? he likes the elderly? well, i like the elderly.’

‘old people are adorable. i love their little raisin faces and those tennis balls they put on their walkers.’

‘ah, sugar and caffeine. i guess you figured they were too young for meth?’

‘you have got to learn to say no.’

‘tonight when we walked past the pet shop, they wanted a spider monkey. i said no.’

‘i’m not gonna let this be the house of pain while you’re living it up at the MTV beach house.’

‘things are different now. for instance, i used to have to stand here and listen to this.’

‘it’s bad enough when we weren’t even trying to have sex, but to try and fail?’

‘you know what’s stressful? not having sex for thirty-nine-and-a-half days.’

‘you’re sounding a little callous.’

‘sex is important to us. even in our toughest times, it’s what always held us together.’

‘if you don’t mind harsh lighting and blatant misogyny, you can always watch a porno.’

‘once i dressed up in a french maid’s costume and he pretended to be a stubborn stain, and...’

‘i don’t know what a stripper could teach me, but it’s worth a shot.’

‘this kind of guilt can really mess with your head.’

‘it felt right to be publicly humiliated like that.’

‘there’s a bucket of crazy where your head used to be.’

‘i appreciate what you’re grappling with, but you cannot go around attracting attention like that.’

‘what? she likes to be yelled at.’

‘my feelings for you have not changed, just my schedule for the day.’

‘suspicion can be a great trait in police work, but it’s horrible in a relationship.’

‘what happened to “liver spot” or “six feet under” or one of your other cute nicknames?’

‘fifty bucks? what’s the catch?’

‘are you petting me?’

‘forgive me. i didn’t think it was possible to damage the self-esteem of a murderer.’

‘i like to think i’m doing god’s work, you know, until he takes her in her sleep or what have you.’

‘look at us, having things in common.’

‘ooh, an unsupervised party? even better.’

‘let’s not make this sadder than it is.’

‘okay, will you stop treating me like a grandma?’

‘not bad. okay, now ass up, legs out, and remember, slow is sexy.’

‘basically i need to be you by tonight.’

‘your body... it’s like a dolphin.’

‘let me clue you in on something. food is usually either good or free.’

‘we have nothing in common. you’re a good person who does things like this, and... i’m me.’

‘truthfully, doing charity makes me nauseous.’

‘i don’t want to talk about this.’

‘why? you afraid of saying something truthful?’

‘i spent plenty of time in places like this. and i hated it.’

‘anything short of a triple murder, i’m pretty much looking the other way.’

‘life is brutally simple.’

‘life is getting what you want and protecting who you love... and everything else is weakness.’

‘they told me you assaulted a motorcycle cop.’

‘what are you, some kind of narc?’

‘this isn’t what it looks like. i haven’t been drinking.’

‘repression is, like, your thing.’

‘now isn’t that funny? i was just thinking to myself “how am i gonna wash my back in the shower?”, and then you walk in.’

‘be honest with me... are you about to break up with me?”

#queue.#KIND / SENTENCE.#KIND / IN CHARACTER.#BASED ON / TV SHOW.

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kinktae · 5 years ago

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bitchin’ || pt. 5 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 6k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: drunk sex, sober sex, fingering, handjob, sum tongue dick action, y/n has her first orgasm lol & JK getting a FAT ego about it

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART FIVE

“Man, I wish microwaveable popcorn was a thing when we were kids. Remember what a pain it was to make popcorn over the stove?”

You and Jungkook were sat up against the side of his bed, a bag of popcorn in between you.

“I once set an entire pot of kernels on fire when I was ten. The whole stovetop just whooshed into flames.”

You nodded at Jungkook’s words, “You know, that really doesn’t surprise me.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook laughed.

“I always figured you were a chaotic child,” You mused, taking a swig from the bottle of vodka, “my question is… why were you allowed to use the stovetop unsupervised at ten years old? Where were your parents?”

“Lawyer parents, remember? I did whatever the hell I wanted.”

You frowned, “Well, what happened? Did you burn the house down?”

Jungkook took this moment to grab the bottle from you, taking a sip of his own.

“Hmm? Oh no, the maid just put it out, and I went upstairs to play Atari or something.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

“You rich kids are annoying.”

Jungkook merely flashed you a smile, popping a kernel into his mouth as he chewed it languidly.

“Did you know that Francis Crick and James Watson didn’t actually discover the double helix shape of DNA?” You brought up suddenly, eyes wide.

“What?” Was all Jungkook could reply, too drunk to understand the sudden turn the conversation had taken.

“Yeah! They actually based their findings on a colleague's. Rosalind Franklin. Her images are what revealed DNA to be in the shape of a helix.”

Jungkook’s said nothing, his eyes quietly resting on you, clearly intoxicated.

You quirked up an eyebrow, “What?”

“Nothing you’re just… so lame.” He observed.

“Hey!”

“No, no, no. Lame but, like, in a cool way.”

“Was that meant to be a compliment? Because I’m still offended.” You deadpanned.

“Isn’t it interesting that even when drunk you’re still a nerd? Like does your brain ever shut off?” Jungkook continued, eyebrows furrowing as if your intelligence was indeed some unsolved mystery.

“Are you even listening to me, meathead? Rosalind Franklin discovered DNA’s shape yet those two dinguses got all the credit! How the hell is that fair?”

“Woahhhh… that’s kinda bunk.” Jungkook’s eyes went round.

“Totally bunk!” You emphasized, throwing your hands up in disbelief.

For a moment, silence fell over the two, soaking in the injustice of it all.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence.

“Tell me about the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Your eyes flickered over to him, equal parts confused and surprised at where he had chosen to take the conversation.

Then again… this was Jungkook you were talking about.

“Mine was the night after prom in my car outside my date’s house.”

You hardly paid Jungkook’s confession any mind, too in your head to even absorb any additional information.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with Erik…” You explained vaguely, still trying to sort through all your sexual encounters with your ex.

“Okay, then what was the best sex you guys ever had?”

Tilting your head to the side, you furrowed your eyebrows.

It wasn’t like sex with Erik was terrible. You loved him and loved that you got to be intimate with him in that way. But as far as which time was the best… well, you supposed they were all pretty much the same.

“Maybe the night of my 18th birthday? It was the closest I ever came to–” You cut yourself off, your words falling from you before you could think about what it was you were about to reveal to Jungkook.

Jungkook's head cocked to the side, causing his hair to shift.

"Closest you came to what?"

“To, uh… an orgasm?” You admitted, a shy smile on your face.

“You’ve never orgasmed during sex?!”

Your hands flew out to cover Jungkook's gaping mouth, giggles filling the room.

“I mean… no, not really.”

“Not really?!” He let out a breath of disbelief.

"It's not like either of us knew what we were doing. We were each other's first time." You shrugged.

This answer didn't see to satiate him, however, as he shook his head, “Y/N, you really are missing out. You should make sure your next partners are better.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve just got a pool of people interested in me to pick from.”

The messy-haired boy scrunched up his nose, flashing you a look as if he was questioning your IQ.

“Of course, you do! Listen. Believe me when I say some guys dig that whole subtle yet sexy nerd thing you got going on.”

“Uh, thanks. I think?” You replied stiffly, staring down at the bag of popcorn that was growing increasingly empty. Was that Jungkook's doing or yours?

Your drunken curiosity was sated the second a handful of popcorn found your fake boyfriend's mouth.

“What about you?”

Jungkook paused at your words, turning to you in muddled confusion.

“Have I orgasmed during sex?” He frowned, mouth full of the buttery snack.

“No, you dickwad." You snickered, grabbing the bottle from his side, twisting back on the cap. "Are you into nerdy girls? Or do you only like girls who only like you once they think you've lost interest in them?”

It was a dig at Kiri, you knew it was, but quite frankly you had just enough alcohol in your system to not care. As far as your interaction with her went, she was not a nice person enough for you to even consider feeling bad.

“Is this your way of asking if I’d fuck you? Because the answer is a hard yes.”

You let out a laugh, lightly shoving Jungkook’s shoulder, ignoring how his breezy comment had made your stomach flip.

“I’m serious. I’m curious as to what kind of people you’re attracted to.”

“Honestly, I can't remember the last time I genuinely liked someone. I mean, I know when my dick likes someone but…”

Jungkook could see the confusion cross your face.

“Wait, what about Kiri? Don’t you like her?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.” He shook his head as if to refocus his thoughts.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't understand why you want to get back with her so badly. She left you for your fraternity brother. I don't think your relationship is very healthy— for either of you." You confessed.

You had been thinking about this ever since the first day you met Jungkook; it was only just now that you had gotten the chance to tell him.

“There's a lot of history between us, Y/N. She's my best friend... or at least she was. I don't know. Things are different now, but it's hard just to call it quits after all this time."

For a split second, you wanted to ask if he even still loved her, but realizing it really didn't matter, you held your tongue.

"You guys look good together." You said instead. "She's hot, you're hot. You're both in Greek life..."

Had he been sober, Jungkook would have undoubtedly commented on the fact that you had called him hot, but instead, he just drunkenly nodded, murmuring a small word of agreement.

"Tell me about Erik." Jungkook spoke finally after the two of you fell silent.

You let your head fall back, resting against the bed.

"What about him?"

"Everything. How did you guys start dating? What was he like? Why did you guys break up?"

You let out a hum, bringing your knees to your chest.

"We were both in the biotech academy, although he went to a neighboring high school. We met at a chemistry competition, actually." You began, wrapping your arms around your shins.

"Ah, yes, the beginning to every dorky love story." Jungkook nodded, coaxing a soft chuckle from you.

"Yeah. You could say we looked good together too."

Jungkook shifted, bringing an arm up to place on the bed as he leaned into his side to get a better look at you.

"He was kind of perfect, you know. Charming, good looking, smart... like, really smart. The kind of smart that inspired me to work harder because, well, I really wanted to be a girlfriend he could be proud of."

It was strange to hear you talk like this. As far as Jungkook knew, everything you did was for yourself. Not in a selfish way but in a way that was empowering and self-governing; he couldn't really couldn't imagine you living any other way.

“So then why did you break up?” Jungkook asked, eating some more popcorn. "I mean, other than his inability to bring you to climax."

"He asked me to marry him."

Jungkook paused mid-chew.

"Woah, right after high school? That's crazy!"

You gave him a soft smile, "Actually, I said yes."

Jungkook’s mind was whirling. You had agreed to marry your high school sweetheart? The idea wasn’t super far fetched, certainly not in the town where the two of you were from, but it certainly didn’t feel like something you’d ever do.

You watched expectantly as Jungkook’s gaze fell onto your left hand’s ring finger. It was free of any kind of jewelry, however.

"Erik was a wonderful boyfriend. He used to shower me with compliments; said I was beautiful, funny, and all he could ever want, but, you know, he never once called me smart.”

You straightened up, waving a hand in front of you as you began to clarify what you meant.

“Obviously, I don’t need to be reminded that I’m smart. I’m confident in myself and my abilities. But it’s true, he never acknowledged any of my achievements.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. You had said it matter-of-factly, but he could imagine how hard that must have been for the person you loved not to take the time to recognize how hard you worked.

“At first I didn’t really mind all the sly comments and disinterested replies– if anything, it just propelled me to work harder; I just wanted to impress him. It didn’t matter in the end though. Because no matter how many extracurriculars I joined or how many tests I aced, it was never enough to interest him.”

“But he was so charming and otherwise a good boyfriend so I never really said anything. I loved him. So, I said yes.”

“But… you didn’t marry him.” Jungkook added. You nodded through a sigh.

"It was the day after he proposed, I had just found out I was granted my scholarship that would take me to college here, but instead of celebrating with me, he got upset. He didn’t understand why I was so insistent on going to college when he was going to become some bigshot doctor that make enough for both of us. He said he would take care of everything.” You recalled. "And I know that's all some people want to hear– that they'll be taken care of. But..."

"But not you." Jungkook said.

"I want to be able to take care of me. I want to be able to wake up every day and do something I love... and I want the person I love to be excited about that, too. To encourage me to follow my dreams. And as much as I loved Erik, I wasn’t willing to let all my hard work amount to nothing. I had something to prove to every teacher that doubted me, to my dad– to myself.”

Jungkook wished he could articulate all the thoughts that were running his head. He would tell you that he understood that you made the right decision. He wanted to say that Erik was an asshole for ever making you feel like you weren’t enough. But Jungkook was drunk and his heart was pounding too loud as he watched the way your breathing grew heavier, clearly somewhat emotional.

“Erik needed someone to depend on him, to sit at home and listen to his day, all while being smart enough to hold a conversation as long as it was about him and his achievements. Once I came to terms with that, I gave back the ring." You revealed.

Jungkook ran his tongue over his bottom lip, the surface dried out from the popcorn’s salt.

"How did that go?”

“Actually, surprisingly well.” You mused. “Don’t get me wrong, we were totally crying like idiots — we were each other’s first love after all — but he admitted that he was surprised I said yes in the first place. I think he really hoped I’d be the kind of wife he wanted, but, deep down, he knew that I just wasn’t that girl.”

“I think you were wrong about him.”

Turning your head over to the frat boy, you furrowed your brows together, “Huh?”

“You said he was some super-smart genius, right? I think you’re wrong. Only a moron would ask a girl like you to shrink yourself just so he could feel big.” Jungkook glowered.

You said nothing, bringing your chin to rest on top one of your knees as you stared at the suddenly angry boy beside you.

“If anything, Erik couldn’t cope with the fact that you were probably smarter than him. I know my man ego is frail, but god damn his was paper-thin. You’re formidable, Y/N. Completely and utterly capable of anything you set your mind to and anyone who gets scared off by that isn’t worth your fucking time.”

“Jungkook…” You muttered, a strange feeling in your stomach fluttering.

“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.

“The sun?” You laughed.

“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”

Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.

“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”

And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.

His hands found your waist, ushering you onto his lap so that he could kiss you easier, wasting no time in reciprocating. Gripping your thighs, he left out a sigh as your mouth found his neck.

“What are you doing, silly girl?” He cooed, causing your insides to squirm.

“Guess I’m also a frisky drunk.” You muttered into his neck, letting your tongue run against it.

“Yeah?” Jungkook hummed, letting his eyes fall shut.

“Well, I have drunkenly kissed Yara more times than I probably should.” You admitted, pulling away from him.

“And here I thought I was special. You’re a heartbreaker, Y/N.” Jungkook let out a dramatic scoff, hand slapping against the side of your thigh ever so lightly.

He was expecting a witty comment in response, or at least a drunken giggle. What he wasn’t expecting was the way you’re eyes were fixated on his revealed torso, a shy but unmistakably wanton expression on your face.

“What is it?”

Your eyes flashed back up to his in surprise.

“Tell me. If there’s something you want, you have to tell me so I can give it to you.”

“W-What?” You stammered.

“You’ve been ogling me ever since I walked into your dorm.” He continued coolly. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re indifferent towards me, because I know you’re not.”

He sat up suddenly, causing your ears to heat up as his face suddenly neared yours.

“So, if you want something, tell me.” He muttered lowly, one of his hands grabbing yours as he pressed it against his torso.

Biting your lip, you let your fingers run against the firm surface of his abs before, to both your and Jungkook’s surprise, your hand found the crotch of your fake lover’s sweats.

A sharp breath came tumbling from Jungkook’s lips as you began to palm over his already semi-hard cock. For a moment, Jungkook wondered if he had drunk himself stupid and that this was just an inebriated hallucination. The feeling of your mouth finding his collarbones told him very quickly that he was, in fact, still awake.

“This what you need, hm? Need my cock?”

You let your teeth nip at Jungkook’s hot skin, protesting against his mocking words. Your actions did nothing to deter the boy, however, as a low moan fell from him.

You could feel the way he had stiffened under your hand’s ministrations, thrilling the most primal part of you.

Fingering the waistband of his sweats, you let out a heavy breath, “This is wrong.”

This was extremely wrong. You should not be seconds away from taking the dick of your pretend boyfriend into your hand, especially when he was planning on going back to his ex. Speaking of which, Kiri was probably still somewhere downstairs.

“Morality sucks.”

You pulled away from Jungkook’s neck with eyes wide. He had a cocky smirk on his face, undoubtedly smug at the way he had quoted Glen Lantz just now. It was the kind of expression that any other occasion would summon a scoff from you but given the circumstances, you couldn’t help but return it back to him.

“Get on the bed. Lay down for me.” Jungkook ordered, causing your stomach to do a flip.

You gave him a timid nod before moving up from his lap.

You had hardly had your back on the bed before his mouth found yours, newfound desperation in his movements. You struggled to keep up with the kiss, too consumed in the feeling of his warm palm making it down the fabric of your sweater, running under it as he searched for the button of your pants.

With his tongue against your neck, his hand found slipped between your thighs, pressing against the wet patch of your underwear. You flinched, it had been so long since someone else had touched you like this.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly, pulling away from your neck. He wanted to make sure it was okay to touch you like this.

“Yeah. Just been a while.” You confessed, face hot.

And just like that, his touch lightened, trailing up and down your clothed slit carefully. It was meant to be gentle but his feather-like touch caused your hips to jerk, the feeling trying you crazy. You could hardly stay still as he began to kiss you, fingers slowly quickening in speed.

You tugged at his hair, knowing now the way he liked it and you preen with pride as it made him rut against your thigh.

Whining as he suddenly sank two fingers into you, Jungkook broke the kiss, moving to sit upon his knees to get a better look at you as he began to fuck into you.

You were certainly a sight to see, eyes struggling to stay open as you lost yourself to the feeling, small cries escaping you as he rolled over your clit. His free hand was gripping your thigh, enjoying the way it was shaking under his touch.

As much as you wanted to maintain yourself, your hips had a mind of their own, rolling up to meet every thrust, desperate for his touch. Jungkook’s eyes never left you and it wasn’t long before it became too much.

“Jungkook... stop staring at me.” You whined, finally.

“Sorry, you’re just so sensitive. I like watching your reactions.” Jungkook admitted lowly, chuckling as you moaned in response to a particularly hard thrust.

Heat rocketed up to your neck, forcing you to look away.

“S-Shut up, I hate you.”

“Considering how wet you are for me, I have a hard time believing that, baby.”

“Dammit, just fuck me already.” You begged.

As much as the thought of coming undone on his fingers appealed to you, you would be damned if you left this party without his dick going inside of you. You didn’t know if you’d ever get another chance like this one and the alcohol in your system would be the perfect excuse for doing this in the first place.

Jungkook felt his balls tightened, the idea alone exciting him.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He teased dryly, moving back in between your legs, hand gripping the edge of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Wait!” You cried out before you could stop yourself, immediately wishing you could take back the exclamation.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jungkook worried, eyes growing wide in concern.

“N-No, leave it on.”

Dammit, dammit!

It slipped out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop yourself.

You had a massive crush on Johnny Depp, so the second Jungkook pulled up to your dorm dressed as Glenn Lantz you knew you were done for. The idea of Glenn Lantz fucking you had you embarrassingly excited and now Jungkook knew that.

You were expecting Jungkook to laugh or make some slick comment that would inevitably convince you out of letting him put his dick inside you, but to your surprise, he merely smirked, first wrapping around his cock as he lead himself to your wet entrance.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he sunk into you, the stretch stealing a breath from you. Shutting your eyes, you felt as he finally bottomed out; it had been so long since you had felt this full and you almost forgot the feeling.

Jungkook cursed into your neck, kissing the skin there to calm himself down. You felt so good wrapped around him but the last thing he needed was him cumming early and you thinking he was a one pump chump.

Your soft whines and the way your hips were moving into his was his sign to start moving, clearly adjusted to him inside you.

You should have expected that Jungkook would be good at his, but the way he instantly found the right pace and angle caught you off guard, robbing you of a moan.

“Fuck.”

You sounded so pretty like this and Jungkook’s chest swelled at the thought that your sounds were for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me.” He grunted.

Gripping the back of his neck, you brought Jungkook into a kiss, missing the way his tongue tasted against yours. The kiss didn’t last for long as an unfamiliar feeling formed inside you, causing you to shut your eyes close.

Jungkook hardly noticed, his cock was pounding in you as he chased after the way you cried out his name.

“Jungkook– ah!” You lost footing of your voice, momentarily distracted by a particularly hard thrust.

“Ah, fuck. W-Wait, stop.”

Jungkook froze at your words, licking at his lips as he pulled away from your neck, stilling his hips.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, eyes running over you to see if he had somehow hurt you. Your breathing was labored and you were biting down onto your bottom lip, hair fanned out on either side and if Jungkook weren’t so concerned, he would’ve taken a moment to admire just how beautiful you were like this.

“Y-Yes, I’m… I just...” You breathed, hips jerking up into Jungkook’s.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by him, of course, and it wasn’t until he realized just how tightly you were wrapped around his cock that he understood exactly what was wrong.

“Do you need to cum?”

The question alone elicited a whimper from you and within a second, Jungkook’s thumb found your clit.

A high pitch moan left your swollen lips and Jungkook took that as his cue to rock back into you.

“You’re just so wound up, huh? Wanna come all over my cock, is that right?” Jungkook was at your neck now, tasting the salt on your skin as he whispered filth into it.

“Jungkook— fuck!” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m making a mess of little pussy of yours, aren’t I? No wonder you’re so desperate to cum. You need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.” Was your weak reply, your heavy breaths nearly swallowing up your answer entirely.

“You’re okay, ah, I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and think about how nice my cock is stretching you out.” Jungkook grunted, his own orgasm starting to catch up with him.

A broken came tumbling out at the sheer intensity of stimulation, especially as Jungkook grabbed on of your thighs and pushed it up to your chest, allowing for a deeper angle.

“Doin’ so good. So good for me.” He rasped out, so close to cumming.

It was Jungkook’s words of praise that finally sent you over the edge, back arching against the bed as white spots filled your vision. You could only vaguely make out the feeling of Jungkook pulling out of you to release his own climax onto your stomach, pulling up your sweater just in time to save it from the ungodly cum stains.

You flopped back onto the bed with a huff, eyes wide and still shaking from the aftershocks. Jungkook was rubbing at your thighs encouragingly, watching the way you slowly came down from your orgasm.

For a moment neither of you said a word, pants and heavy breathing filling the air instead.

“Holy shit.” You finally broke the silence.

That was what you had been missing out on all these years?! You felt robbed.

“Hey... Just curious but was that your first orgasm like ever?” Jungkook asked innocently. Your reaction was just so earnest and innocent and although he knew your ex never made you cum, he wondered if even by your hand you had never climaxed before.

You met his eyes briefly before turning your head to the side, clearly embarrassed.

“...Yes.”

“Really? So when you touch yourself, you don’t–”

“I already said yes, didn’t I?” You snapped, bottom lip jutting out slightly. Jungkook didn’t care much for your tone, but given the circumstances, he let it slide.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve taken my time– eaten you out until you came or something.”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” You answered vaguely, wishing more than anything for the topic of conversation to shift.

To your surprise, Jungkook’s hand found your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t know why he felt the sudden urge to but he just knew he wanted to.

His request came as a surprise to, considering the two of you had just done a fair bit more than just kissing. You nodded automatically, humming in content as his mouth found yours for a kiss that was far less rushed than previous ones.

The two of you exchanged the gesture of affection lazily, Jungkook’s fingertips brushing against your waist as your breathing slowed.

“I'm sure you don’t wanna hear this but knowing I’m the only person who has ever made you cum has inflated my ego like you wouldn’t believe.” Jungkook confessed as he broke the kiss, causing you to scoff.

“Right, because I’m the reason your ego is the larger than our fucking solar system.”

Jungkook’s expression fell flat, eyes turning cold as you began to giggle.

“Bite me, nerd.” He glared despite the way the sides of his mouth turned up at the sound of your laughter, moving to kiss you once more.

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“So...” Yara began, hands clasped together in front of her. “How was the party?”

Yara, Jungkook and you were sat at the library, where the three of you had planned to meet after the party to catch up on some work.

What was unexpected, however, as the way the two of you had taken a seat across from Yara with guilty expressions and far more hickeys than she had recalled counting on either of you.

The moment you averted your eyes as she faced you, she knew you were keeping something from her and she already was playing out a couple of scenarios that might have gone down at the party.

“Good.” Jungkook answered uneasily. Yara hummed, locking her eyes onto the squirming boy.

You had known Yara for a long time and had become somewhat immune to her intimidating ways, but Jungkook had only known Yara for a month or so. Hardly enough time to build up immunity.

She suppressed a smirk. Target acquired.

“That’s good.” Yara said, glare unmoving.

If Yara really were the supernatural creature you sometimes insisted she was, she would’ve heard the way Jungkook’s pulse quickened, fists under the table clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to flee.

Jungkook felt his stomach churn as she quirked up an eyebrow at him, mouth pressed into a straight line.

“Y/N and I had sex—”

“Jungkook!” You turned to him in disbelief.

“Holy shit!”

Jungkook’s face scrunched up in regret, sinking back into his chair as your best friend’s jaw dropped.

“We agreed we weren’t gonna tell her.” You pouted.

“Shit, I know, I’m sorry but did you see the way she was looking at me?!” He cried, a finger coming up to point at the petite girl sitting across the table. “That stare isn’t human.”

“I can’t believe this! You guys did the nasty and weren’t gonna tell me?” Yara gaped.

You flinched, glancing around to see if you were disturbing any neighboring students. “I was gonna tell you… eventually.”

“It’s like she was in my head. Like she could see inside me– all my thoughts, my secrets, my innermost feelings...” Jungkook muttered, hands coming up to press against his temples.

Yara continued on, ignoring the traumatized boy. “I’m hurt, Y/N. Not as a manager, but as your best friend. That is totally not something we would ever keep from each other.”

“I was afraid that when I told you, you were gonna think this changed things!” You urged.

You really had planned on telling Yara, you just didn’t want to do it with Jungkook in the room. Yara already seemed to have this preconceived notion that you were trying to actually date Jungkook and the last thing you needed was that idea confusing him.

“Well, does it?” Yara pressed.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered over to you suddenly, equally as curious as Yara to hear your response.

“...No. No, of course not.” You shook your head.

“Kiri’s definitely pissed.” Jungkook cleared his throat, eager to change the subject. “Y/N put on quite the performance last night.”

The sides of Yara’s mouth curled up wolfishly.

“Oh, I bet she did.” She mused suggestively causing you to blush.

“Not like that, you nympho.”

“Did you guys talk to her?” Yara inquired, ignoring you.

You nodded.

“Is she the worst? Do we hate her?” Yara squinted, leaning in close as she directed your words only at you.

A nervous giggle left you, sparing Jungkook a cautious glance. She was his ex-girlfriend, after all...

“Uh, she’s… I mean, you know, I’m the girl who is dating her ex so...”

“I see.” Yara picked up on your hesitancy to speak ill of Kiri as she sent you a slow nod, immediately understanding what you were trying to say.

Kiri sucked.

Jungkook was sat in his chair, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he watched the girls’ interaction, as if something was being said that he couldn’t quite hear.

“Also... She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.

Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.

“Yara?”

“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”

Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.

Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”

“No, nothing. I was just expecting more of a reaction is all.” You waved your hands dismissively.

“Pshh, I don’t care where Eunwoo is getting his dick wet.”

“Are you sure–”

“Let’s do some homework, yeah?” Yara cut you off with a tight smile that you didn’t fail to miss.

You watched as your best friend reached for her textbook and threw it open, hardly paying you any further mind. Looking over to Jungkook, you found him already turned your way, his face twisted in mild concern.

It wasn’t something you had ever brought up with Jungkook – or Yara for that matter – but you always had a sneaking suspicion that Yara cared more about Eunwoo than she let on. As much as she insisted that Eunwoo’s feelings had scared her off, a part of you wondered if Yara’s own feelings didn’t have a role in that fear as well.

Offering Jungkook a shrug, you too turned back to your work laid out on the table in front of you.

A few minutes passed through; you were rewriting your notes when you experimentally spared Yara a glance, only to see a deep furrow on her face. Something was clearly bothering her.

“Yara?”

The girl in question slammed her pencil down, opening her mouth immediately, “Not that I give a rat’s ass about Eunwoo – because I don’t – but I can’t believe he’s dating someone already.”

“How long were you guys together?” Jungkook wondered.

“Like three months.” Yara told him through a frown.

Jungkook hummed, “Well, when did you guys break up?”

“A week after school started.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to move on?” He offered, unsure of how to comfort her.

Taking in your best friend’s sour expression, you bit down on your lip.

“Yara, are you... jealous?” You assumed.

Immediately, Yara’s eyes found yours, green eyes growing wide.

“Jealous? Hah! My cold, dead heart doesn’t know jealous. What I know is that Eunwoo is a fucking idiot.” She scoffed. “This is the kid who called me every day for two weeks after we broke up professing his love for me. How is he just suddenly over me and dating someone else? That someone being Jungkook’s bitchy ass ex?”

Yara glanced over to Jungkook as if an afterthought, “No offense, jockstrap.”

“You did not just call me jockstrap.” Jungkook deadpanned.

“Hey now, Kiri’s not a bitch, I never said that.” You defended weakly. Yara flashed you a look. She had known you for too long not to be able to read in between your words.

“You really are such a class act, Y/N. Truly admirable. However, you should know that if she throws even one snarky comment my way, I’m knocking her teeth in.”

“Yara!”

“I’m serious. It’ll be lights out for Miss Kiri.” Yara insisted, intertwining her fingers and stretching them out in front of her. A laugh escaped you against your better judgment.

“In that case, remind me not to let you out of my sight if she comes to Y/N’s event.” Jungkook laughed nervously, unsure of just how serious the small but frightening girl was being.

Yara’s looked over to you with wide eyes.

“So, does that mean...?”

You perked up in your seat. You nearly had forgotten.

“Oh, yeah! It’s happening! I’m throwing my event!” You announced excitedly.

“Holy shit, finally! That’s amazing, Y/N, congrats!”

“Well, it’s not set in stone yet–”

“Nah, Tae’s true to his word. If he says he’ll help, then you can count on him.” Jungkook reassured.

“Who’s Tae?” Yara cocked her head.

“My frat brother and head of Beta Tau Sigma’s finance committee. Y/N pitched her idea to him last night and he agreed to arrange funding for the event.” Jungkook went on to explain. A smile found your face as you recalled the interaction.

"This Tae guy sounds bitchin’.” Yara approved with a nod.

“Yeah, he really is like a brother to me.” Jungkook smiled.

Suddenly, you wondered if Taehyung was who Jungkook went to for advice. Was Taehyung his Yara? You really never gave much thought on who Jungkook’s friends were but, strangely enough, the idea of meeting them intrigued you. Especially if they were all as lovely as Tae.

You watched in silence as Jungkook and Yara continued on with their conversation, a warm feeling falling over you at the sight of them getting along and enjoying each other’s company. Even if Jungkook was just your fake boyfriend, the thought that he and your best friend and could be friends made you happy. Maybe foolishly so but happy nonetheless. Selfishly, you began to wonder if there was any way the two of you could stay like this after he got back with Kiri.

“I dunno, jockstrap. I just think The Shining is boring.” Yara shrugged.

The subject had somehow shifted in the time you had been spacing out, falling victim to your thoughts. Horror movies now seemed to be the topic of interest.

Jungkook shook his head defiantly.

“Okay, firstly, psychological horror is meant to be slow-paced and secondly, call me jockstrap one more time and I’ll rip up your John Cusack posters and force-feed you the scraps.”

Yara let out a cold laugh, crossing her arms over her chest, “Bold of you to assume I don’t already want John Cusack down my throat.”

A laugh came tumbling out of you, taking in Jungkook’s horrified expression, not expecting such a vulgar response.

Yeah. Maybe having Jungkook around permanently wouldn’t be so bad.

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You had made it very clear to Jungkook that the two of you having sex was a one-time thing; your copulation had been a momentary lapse of judgment fueled by the way alcohol made you both irrationally horny.

So the second Jungkook’s fingers found the skin on your thigh, you couldn’t help but stiffen.

“Meathead.” Was your warning.

“What? Your skin is soft.” He muttered, not taking his eyes off his book. “I’m not doing anything wrong…”

Your teeth found the plush of your lip as you fought the urge to press your thighs together.

You and Jungkook were sat upon your bed days after the Halloween party. Inviting him over to study had been your idea, trying to make a point to Yara that the two of you could go back to normal after sleeping with one another.

For the most part, things had been normal. Sure, maybe you could argue that Jungkook stared at you a little more than you were used to but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t just pin on the fact that that boy often spaced out. Your face just happened to be where he liked to focus on it seemed.

So when while studying his palm found the top of your thigh, you paused your reading, glancing over at the boy cautiously only to discover him, seemingly, emerged in the book of his own.

It wasn’t until his fingers suddenly began trailing up and down your thigh, rubbing circles into the supple flesh that you realized the gesture wasn’t near as innocent as you initially assumed.

“Right?” Jungkook cooed, attention suddenly on you as he trailed his fingers further down your thigh than you should have allowed.

Your ears felt hot.

As much as you wanted to push his hand away and stop his ministrations here, another part of you was replaying the way the same handheld and touched you the night of the party in your head.

You met Jungkook’s eyes; he wasn’t even bothering to suppress his smirk that cocky bastard.

A small sigh found you as his fingers discovered your inner thigh, dangerously close to where your panties were dampening underneath your pajama shorts.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“N-No, nothing wrong.” You stuttered quietly, opposite leg rising up to bend at the knee to allow Jungkook’s hand a point of entry.

God, this was way more embarrassing when you were sober. You weren’t some lust-driven sex hungry animal, you could easily resist his advances if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to. You had gone two years without having sex and you’d be lying if you didn’t think back to that night you shared with Jungkook often.

Your thoughts were interrupted, breath hitching as you felt Jungkook’s slender fingers slipping underneath your shorts.

“You’re a strange girl, Y/N. You like to pretend like I’m just apart of the contract yet here you are. Letting me touch you like this.” Jungkook hummed, fingers trailing up and down between your thighs, lightly running against your clothed core.

You let out a whimper, handing coming around to wrap itself around Jungkook’s wrist, urging him to apply more pressure.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” He mocked. You opened your mouth to reply when he found your panty clad clit, effectively silencing you.

“W-Wait, Yara’s in her room.” You hiccuped, hips jerking forward as his thumb singled out your clit, rubbing against it.

“Oh, how rude of us. Should we go knock and ask if she wants to join?” Jungkook teased, eliciting a scoff from you.

“God, you’re so–”

Your mouth shut itself closed, biting back the moan that threatened to make its way out as Jungook sank his fingers into you.

“Fuck.” Jungkook muttered, preening in the way you felt. So wet. So tight. And all for him.

His eyes moved from the sight of his hand fucking itself into you to your profile. Your eyebrows were furrowed, face scrunching up whenever he curled his fingers up into you a certain way. He could see the way the muscles in your jaw clenched and unclenched, clearly holding back some of your more lewd sounds in fear that your roommate might hear.

He’d have to do this again whenever Yara wasn’t home. He’d love to hear the way you’d whimper his name.

“That feel good?”

Jungkook was beside himself, he knew he should be keeping it down but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear you– the way your voice would shake and stutter deliciously.

“So good.” You whined lowly, head turning to meet his eyes.

Jungkook was definitely too good at this. He had two fingers rocking into you skillfully, slowing down only to turn his attention back onto your throbbing clit. Your shorts and underwear felt damp, slick with your arousal and you knew you’d have to change the sheets underneath you.

“Can I, ah... can I touch you?” You asked through several uneven breaths. You felt the sudden need to touch him– to make him feel as good as he was making you feel. “Please.”

“So needy for my cock, huh? Even when I’m not about to fuck you, too.” He licked his lips, hand coming over his crotch to palm at it.

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, baby.”

Jungkook let himself relax back against the way, cock twitching in anticipation as you clumsily reached out to take his already hard cock from his pants.

And so that’s how the two of you found yourselves, hands down each other’s pants, voices hushed as you pleasured each other in secret like a pair of desperate teenagers.

Even as you both began to shake with stimulation, your hands didn’t stop, both of you set on getting each other off.

Jungkook felt so hot and heavy in your hand; you didn’t get the chance to fully take in his fucked out expressions last time but now that you were watching the way his jaw went slack and low, drawn-out groans fell from him, you couldn’t help but think he looked so attractive this way, hips rocking up to meet his fingers as you let yourself get off to the thought that you were making him feel this good.

Jungkook was in absolute bliss.

Your chest was rising and falling lightly, your bottom lip held hostage between your teeth innocently as your hand pumped his fat cock. He knew you were trying your hardest to stay quiet but the way your eyes were watery and small mews escaped you sporadically spurred him on, letting himself be noisier than you probably would have liked.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. Making such a mess of your sheets. Fucking messy girl.” Jungkook cooed between shaky breaths of his own, obviously just as close to climax as you were.

Suddenly, a cry fell from your lips and the hand Jungkook had placed around yours to help in pumping his increasingly hot shaft quickly relocated itself to cover your mouth, catching the rest of your lewd noises as you finally came around his fingers.

“Atta girl. You did so well.” Jungkook praised, your eyes wet as you rode out the last few waves of your orgasm.

You were shaking; this orgasm had hit you hard and you didn’t know if you would ever get used to this feeling. You hoped not.

Jungkook pressed a kiss against your cheek affectionately and before you could give yourself a minute to even out your breathing, you pulled away from him, repositioning yourself between his knees.

You placed a tentative lick against the glistening tip of his cock, eyes locked on his as he continued to jerk himself off. He grunted, moving his prick closer towards your face as you let the flat of your tongue run up the length of him.

“Wanna taste you. Cum on my tongue, yeah?” You purred as you pulled your lips off his tip, a small pop sounding out.

Jungkook nearly choked, swallowing the sob of a response he nearly gave you. You were so fucking beyond hot like this. He hadn’t heard you speak so outwardly filthy before and all he could think about was how your words would sound if you were choking around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, open your mouth.”

You obliged greedily as he tightened his grip around himself, his abdomen tightened and hand stilled, a hot white strip of cum landing on your tongue. Like the good girl Jungkook groaned out you were, you stayed open-mouthed in front of him obediently until he was finished.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, tucking himself back into his pants as you moved back to take your place beside him, wiping at your mouth.

“Well. That was fun.” You grinned shyly, suddenly giddy.

“Mm.” Jungkook agreed, thumb coming up to wipe away your cheek, where some of his cum had found itself. Your mouth opened on its own accord, tongue sticking out for Jungkook to clean his thumb with. You didn’t particularly care for the taste but you enjoyed the way his eyes turned a shade darker as he watched you swallow his cum.

"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.

“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.

“You think?”

“Totally. Think of it as... a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.

“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”

You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.

“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.

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connect - part three | davey jacobs

reader x davey jacobs

[modern newsies au]

summary: ‘If this is love, then it’s always worth the debt.’

Davey POV

“Davey, they most definitely implied that they want to see you again,” Jack says. “Maybe they were just being nice and wanted to let me down easy,” Davey anxiously said back. “‘Tell them I love them and can’t wait to see them’ is literally the verbatim text you wrote to the group chat. They’re in love with ya Dave'' Jack retorted. Davey paces around the room trying to shake the word love from his mind, how could anybody like that love him? “Invite her to my birthday thing next week ” Jack says offhandedly already focused on something else. “What? No” Davey says surprised, “I’m not gonna ruin your birthday with me being awkward”

Turning around, Jack says “No, actually. All the boys can see them again and with everybody here, you aren’t forced to talk to each other” Davey nods, his way of agreeing. “Just call them in the morning and ask, the worst they can do is say no” Jack says walking into his bedroom for the evening. Davey anxiously walks to his room, almost threatening to write down what he should say in the call.

The moon fading away overhead sparks a new day, a day of dreaded phone calls and a day of hopeful promises. Davey waits until he can’t wait anymore and dials your number in his phone. He still has it memorized. It hasn’t changed in over ten years and it’s muscle memory at this point, his finger barely even thinking about the numbers.

His thumb hovers over the call button for a little too long and with bouncing knees, he sets the phone ringing. His mind races for the few rings before they pick up. “Hello” they say cheerfully. “Hi, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Jack’s birthday thing next week. It’s not like a full party or anything, just some of the boys coming over so I think maybe you’d want to come so you could see everybody again and if not that’s totally cool, no worries. It’s not a big deal, I-” Davey rambles barely taking a breath. Interrupting Davey, they said “I’d love to, just text me your address and the details and I’ll definitely be there.” “Wow, okay, thanks, yeah I’ll totally text you and everything. Bye see you then” He says. “Bye, have a good week” they respond and then the receiver clicks.

Reader POV

‘Damn, college definitely didn’t curve his anxiety’ you think.

A long nerve filled week passes. Between tests and thoughts of Davey, there is barely time for anything else. ‘Seeing your main friend group from high school is somewhat frightening on it’s own, like what if they're different, what if they don’t like me anymore’ you think, ‘woah slow down. Even if the boys don’t like you anymore, Davey will probably, well I at least think he will, talk to me’

Finally the time has come. Hoping you’re not over or under dressed, you get in your car and drive to the apartment. The drive felt like the uphill climb on a roller coaster, unsure if this is going to be the best ride of your life or if you’re gonna be terrified for what feels like endless minutes. Anxious thoughts float in your head. Your face feels like it’s on fire. The car radio plays with no music hitting your ear.

Everything comes crashing to a halt as you slow down in front of their apartment. The gps chimes and the lighting in front of the building brighten. You glance at the nearby windows. Lights flicker on and off. Curtains are moved. People pass by. You take a deep breath and force yourself out of your car.

As you approach the apartment door, you can hear people talking and music playing. The door has a ‘happy birthday jack’ banner on it with paper stars taped around it. The light above the door flickers slightly. Feet stomp from the staircase above. With a deep breath, you knock on the door.

Almost immediately, the door flies open almost catching on the rug inside. “How ya doing, doll?” Jack says loudly while pulling you into a hug. His shirt is worn and soft against your face. It smells of coffee, the scent filling your nose. The sounds of people talking inside hits your ears. “Hi Jack” you say quietly. Pulling away from the hug Jack says “Come on and join the party”. Closing the door behind you, he slings an arm around your shoulder like he saw you only yesterday not two and a half years ago.

He looks good after two years. Less awkward. Finally filling out his broad shoulders. His eyes still had the happiness that they used to hold even if it’s now a little faded. Jack felt like a covering in the rain storm even after years of not seeing him.

The apartment buzzed with energy as Jack walked you in. The living room and kitchen had all the old boys from high school, including Davey’s little brother, and a red headed woman. Everyone seemed so happy and at peace in the room. Your hammering heart slows to a somewhat normal pace.

“Hey everybody, it’s the birthday man with a special surprise” Jack says loudly addressing the room gesturing to you. Everyone lightly cheers before slowly returning to their conversations as Davey and the red headed woman approaches you. “Oh, by the way that’s Katherine, my girlfriend” Jack says to you quietly. “Hi, nice to meet you,” Katherine says as she reaches you, “They wouldn’t shut up about you.” “Don’t put us on blast Kath” Jack says, stepping over to put his arm around her waist. “Good to see you again,” Davey says quietly. Jack tries to subtly move away to talk to Katherine but in classic Jack fashion, fails. Ignoring Jack’s awkward shuffling, you say “Yeah, surprised you wanted to see me after that bore of a wedding.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” he says quietly laughing, “Well it was but seeing you again balanced it out.” Shy eye contact is broken by Race almost running to hug you. As loud as ever, he says “God, it’s been forever. How has my dear child survived without me?” Laughing behind him, Spot says “I think their quality of life has probably improved without you in it, dear Race.” Letting go of you to fake faint into Spot’s arms, Race says “How could you say that to your beloved?” “Is the show over yet?” Davey says laughing at the two of them. “Never but the intermission includes asking how y/n is. So how are you?” Race says. “I’m doing alright, Racetrack. Better now that I’m seeing you” you say. “Well my last two years can be summarized by coming out to my parents, dating the love of my life, and hating first floor dorm rooms. Anything to add?” Race says all in one breath and then looks at Spot. “No, that about sums it up.” Spot replies.

After an evening of talking, eat cake, and retelling stories, you end up sitting on the couch with Davey. “That cake was really great, I haven’t had a homemade cake since I was a kid.” You say. “Thanks, I made it. Jack buttered me up for weeks so I would make it.” He responds. “No way” “Yes way” The evening weighs on you as you laugh. Almost everyone has headed out for the evening while you and Davey talked. After saying goodbye to Katherine, Jack says, “Alright you two, I’m gonna head to bed. I got work tomorrow.” Leaving you and Davey alone on the couch.

Turning to face you, he says “Hey, do you want to watch a movie?” “Yeah, I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow.” You say, “You guys probably have Harry Potter on DVD.” “You know we do” Davey says laughing softly, shuffling through a plastic box of DVD cases. “It’s not like I can’t recite the whole movie but I’ll totally watch Sorcerer's Stone again” You say.

As the movie plays, you and Davey slowly start to lean into each other. It feels like high school again. Being in a dark room, completely unsupervised against bad decisions. Glancing at the superhero art above the TV, you can feel Davey look at you. Slowly turning to him, you lock eyes. The TV plays softly in the background. The faded light hitting his face just right.

Davey POV

Thoughts racing through his head as he tries to process how he got to this point. A million miles a minute, he thinks ‘What if they don’t want to kiss me and I’m being weird? What if they do and they’re waiting for me? How long have they felt this way? Did I miss my chance in high school? What if”

Boom, fireworks. Lips touching his, a hand on his arm, brain short circuiting. Everything melts away. Kissing people seems overrated until it’s the right person. Everything clicks into place. Time slows as they pull away. Fear clouds his vision as he thinks somethings wrong.

“A-are you okay?” he stammers out. “Yeah” they reply, somewhat breathless, “just processing a little bit.” “yeah” he replies quickly, leaning back into his seat. The movie plays while they both sit silently, heads both empty of thoughts.

The credits roll and the clock chimes 2am. “Should I go?” they say, “I don’t want this evening to end in regrets and half filled promises. I’d rather leave before the ache can set in.” “Stay” he says softly, reaching for their hand.

Time melts and the last thought before he falls asleep is ‘If this is love, then it’s always worth the debt.’

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