#i just know their dentist show is gonna be silly but i need to see them so badly im gonna soak that shit up djkghfd

[gunsatthaphan]

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[pomefioredove]

I have a silly idea: reader comes with Jade, Leona, or whoever else you want when they get their wisdom teeth taken out, so they can drive them home after, you know, but [Jade, Leona, or whoever] has a strong reaction to the anesthetic and is very loopy (and emotional, and honest) afterwards.

I hope you feel better soon!

arguably leona is the funniest one 😭😭 ty for this anon

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type of post: fic characters: leona additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, reader can drive, I feel like that needs tagging, I didn't write this about jade but he snuck his way in anyway

"Careful. Mind your head. Let's get you into the car- there we go,"

Leona mumbles something nonsensical, holding an icepack to his jaw.

You'd think, with the pain and all, he'd be in an even worse mood than he usually is.

But then, you'd be wrong. He's full of surprises.

He runs his free hand over the armrest of his seat. "Where'd you get this thing, anyway? I thought you were supposed to be poor or 'somethin,"

"It was a gift, actually," ...from Leona himself, which he doesn't seem to remember. Hm.

"Whoever bought it must like you a lot..."

You give him a strange look before you start the car. "I suppose so?"

"Lucky bastard,"

You laugh. Then he laughs, which takes you by surprise. It's not like him to be so... unlike him.

He's very talkative, too.

Leona's been mumbling nonsense to himself since he got out of the dentist's door, but this is actual conversation, now... if a little slurred.

"'s a good thing you're 'doin this. If it was Jack or 'somethin I'd never hear the end of it... you're dependable, 'ya know?"

Laughing gas. The nurse had warned you he might be a little loopy for a short time after the procedure. Euphoric, is the word she actually used.

You can definitely see that now.

Leona is looking at you like you're the prettiest thing he ever saw, his eyelids lowered.

"Do you got a boyfriend or 'somethin?"

The numb, slurred state of his words makes it uneasy to understand him, but with the look he's been giving you, it's not exactly hard to guess.

"No, not presently," you say, trying to keep your eyes on the road. "Why? You gonna ask me out?"

"Yeah. Maybe,"

You roll your eyes. The nurse had also warned you he might experience some mild memory loss.

An effect of the laughing gas, again.

He won't remember this conversation in a few hours. A sense of disappointment hollows out your chest. You ignore it.

"Okay, then. Meet me on Friday. Six PM. I want dinner and a show, your pick," you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Done,"

"And I want flowers. Imported from Sunset Savanna,"

"Can do that,"

"And I expect a kiss at the end. A proper one, not a teen boy one,"

"Pfft. A teen boy one?"

"You know. Eyes open, dumb look on their face, tongue sticking out. You'll have to kiss me like a gentleman, Kingscholar. I really like you. Like-like you. Make it count,"

"Yeah, yeah..."

He mutters, closing his eyes and kicking back against the car seat.

Not all things are so different about him now- he falls asleep just the same. And he snores. All the way back to school.

You nudge him awake and he only growls, though not very menacingly, and lets you help him back to his dorm, your arm under his. Once he's tucked in bed, medication on the bedside table and a checklist in Ruggie's hands, you're done.

Walking back to your own dorm, you feel that same hollow sense of disappointment. And some relief, too. You confessed to your crush, and he won't even remember it!

"Ah, it's you. I was wondering who might be out so late,"

You jump, and spin on your heels towards the source of the noise. Behind you, the owner of the mysterious voice comes out of the shadows.

"Oh. Jade," who else would you expect at this point?

"Good evening," he bows, a little too formally for the sharp-toothed smirk on his face. "Might I inquire what you're doing, out here so late?"

"I had to drive Leona to a dentist thing," you shrug, walking again. Jade follows alongside you.

"Oh? And that went well?"

You chuckle. "Very. Besides the side effects on the anesthesia they put him on,"

That familiar curiosity gleams in Jade's glassy eyes, giving him a predatorial look. It's... unnerving. As usual.

"Oh? I wish you had told me. I've become quite interested in land creature teeth lately... tell me, what anesthesia was used?"

Creepy. But not unusual for Jade. "Some injection, and laughing gas,"

"...Interesting... you were in the car for a long while?"

"Uh..." where's he going with this? "Yeah, I guess. And we had to fill out some paperwork in the lobby before leaving."

"Interesting... very interesting,"

The gleam in his eyes almost becomes hungry, as if he's feeding off of what you're telling him.

Like... he knows something.

You narrow your eyes. "What?"

Jade grins, showing you rows of sharpened teeth. "Oh, nothing..."

You wait for him to go on. He waits for you to ask. You both walk down the long path to your dorm.

"...It's just that the effects of laughing gas wear off no more than ten minutes after the flow has ended. I'd dare to say that Leona was perfectly lucid by the time you got into the car,"

You slow. Then you stop. There's no way...

That... absolutely bastard of a prince.

Jade's grin sharpens.

"It seems as if whatever secret you have so clearly given Leona while you thought he was drugged isn't so secret now... is it?"

[dovveri]

looking for love

bachelorette masterlist - part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5 • part 6 • part 7

synopsis: sana asks y/n to join her on the next season of the bachelorette, undercover. night 1.

w/c: 5.0k

a/n: first fully fledged work! tysm for all the love on the inspo piece 🥹 i was also lowkey winging this as i went again so some names that come up are completely made up and some not so much if i feel strongly abt that person (cough heechul) and so i also have no idea what i wanna do w the characters introduced yet but we’ll see as we go 🤪 hope you enjoy!

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“i’m going to be the next bachelorette!”

you choke on the overly sweet concoction sana always got whenever you visited this cafe.

“excuse me?”

sana grins and pats your back, swapping the drink in your hand with a much preferred matcha infused espresso that was your go-to. she always insisted on trying each other’s drinks no matter how many times you told her her’s would always be way too sweet and she told you she didn’t care. she needed you to feel what she felt, taste what she tasted.

“i was kinda in a moment of weakness when i applied, i swear i didn’t think i would get in! it was just a silly haha like what if y’know?” she sips on her drink humming in satisfaction.

“no. i don’t know. i’d rather move back in with my parents than go on that show.” you deadpan.

sana whines, “y/n c’moooooooon. jihyo had just left me for that muscly gym rat and i needed some love!”

“do you know how many times we’ve sat on my couch and laughed at that show? like… 19, 20… too many!” you pulled out your fingers to count for emphasis. “besides, all the people that go on there aren’t even there for the right reasons. they’re all just there for their 5 minutes of fame. you won’t find what you’re looking for there sana.”

she pouts, “and what would i be looking for exactly?”

you sigh exasperatedly, “LOVE!”

patrons around the cafe glance at the two of you weirdly before you shrink and whisper-shout, “love sana! you deserve the massive beach house with the dogs and kids and family running around. someone you can go home to and eat with, dance with, laugh with. someone who knows your atrociously sweet coffee order and still gets it for you even though you always get cavities. someone who will force you to go to the dentist and hold your hand while they fill those cavities, and then buy you ice cream after despite their better judgement.”

sana’s smile gets wider and wider as you go on. finally she wraps you in a big hug and squeezes, all giggles and the smell of fresh laundry.

“and that’s exactly why i need you as my bestest bestest friend to come stay with me while i’m on the show!”

“...wait… wait wait wait wait sana, no. what… huh?” you push her backwards holding her by the shoulders shaking slightly trying to get some sense in her.

she giggles, “you heard me! you know everything there is to know about me, plus, because this is the first bachelorette season where there’ll be girls and guys the producers wanted to push as much novelty as possible. so they asked if there was anyone i’d like to bring with me to help in the decision process and of course i said you! pleaseeee? you said it yourself, you know exactly what i’m looking for, i won’t be able to do this without you.” she gave you her best puppy dog eyes, leaning in with a dangerous pout.

fuck it, you were never one to say no to her anyway. at least this way you could make sure whoever she ended up with was someone who deserved her.

you sigh, “fine but you owe me. like big time owe me.”

she squealed gleefully attacking you with kisses and a tight squeeze of her arms. “i love you i love you this is gonna be so much fun!!”

you smile at her antics wrapping your arms around her and hugging, “yeah yeah love you too you idiot.”

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the next few months are filled with preparation as you’re both briefed on how the show’s going to run, where you’ll be staying, and all the little details. the bachelorette pad was a big villa nestled in the hillsides with incredible views, 2 bedrooms, and a fully equipped kitchen and pool. there were always people there, hair and makeup, costuming, scripting, it was probably as far from reality as reality tv could get. but it also meant you and sana didn’t have to do anything because people helped you move in, prepared all your meals for you, dressed you, gave you talking points, all the showbiz.

finally, opening night came and you were separated from sana to join all the other suitors as an undercover agent. you were to pretend to be one of the people lined up to meet her but you were really there to sus out all the contestants even before they put their television personalities on. to see if anyone was really the real deal.

currently, you were in a limousine with 3 other contestants about to pull up to the bachelor mansion where all the participants would be staying. the three of them would be the first to meet sana and you smile politely as they get off the car one by one looking antsy and nervous.

eventually it was your turn and you stepped out of the car with a practiced smile, adjusting to the brightness of the lighting and beginning your walk down the red carpet. behind you, you can hear your limousine pulling away and another one holding the next batch of contestants pulling in.

your form-fitting white dress trails behind you lightly, heels clacking softly on the red carpet as you catch your first glimpse of sana.

oh my god. she’s wearing a pastel pink flowing dress adorned with pretty pink roses with her midsection exposed showing the smooth planes of skin on her stomach. flower ornaments pin up long brown tresses of hair and pearls dance along her collarbone in a makeshift necklace. she looks positively ethereal.

you catch yourself taking a breath and blushing as she beams when she catches sight of you, eyes widening as she takes you in. you swore you could see a light blush brush her cheeks as well, or it could’ve been the makeup emphasised to match her dress.

“hi.” you’re shy as you approach her.

her eyes snap up to yours, grinning, “hi yourself stranger. c'mere.” she pulls you into a hug and you can sense the cameras zooming in, no doubt a voiceover would be edited in place later explaining who you were and how you two knew each other.

she pulls away but keeps you within arms length looking you up and down again, “y/n! look at you all dressed up for me. didn’t know you had it in you.” she winks and you blush again. she was making you do a lot of that these last few minutes.

“oh please, this is nothing compared to the main character of the night.” sana frowns, she never found your self-deprecating style of compliments particularly engaging. you quickly correct yourself, “but seriously sana, you look incredible. like you seriously just walked out of a princess movie.”

her eyes twinkle with glee as she does a little twirl for you and the thousands of people who would watch this. “well i hope i’ll find my prince or whatever somewhere here tonight.”

you roll your eyes fondly, “speaking of, how were the first 3 contestants? any of them catch your eye?” you get straight into it, the producers had handed you both loose scripts to follow so you both knew how the conversation should go.

“mm, i think it’s still a little early to say, there are still 21 other people to meet after all. but the second girl was pretty, i think her name was miyeon? her energy seemed really bright and it feels like we could get along really well.”

you recall the girl that had seemed the most relaxed out of everyone in your limo. she had introduced herself and tried to make small talk and had given off a generally sweet vibe. you nod your head in agreement, “she seems sweet. i’m happy for you sana.” you smile knowing your time was short on the red carpet, “i’ll leave you to it then. see you inside soon?”

she smiles and her hand drags down your shoulder to hold yours as you walk away, “mhmm don’t have too much fun without me in there. and don’t scare off all my possible options!”

you laugh as your hands naturally part, bringing them up in a shrug and blowing her a kiss for the extra television effect.

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the mansion is impressive, you can’t help but stare in awe as you enter the ceiling high archway into the courtyard where the other contestants would wait for sana. you nod politely again at the people already there, accepting a flute of champagne and trying to make yourself seem as excited and nervous as someone would be in your position.

the first person to move towards you in greeting is miyeon, “hi! y/n right? love the dress by the way. how’d you find meeting sana?”

you were prepared for this, you needed to make sure they didn’t suspect that you knew sana already, you needed to play the part of a lovestruck contestant. “oh my god she’s beautiful! i saw her walking down the red carpet and was just floored, i had to take a second to calm myself before introducing myself.”

miyeon nods in enthusiasm, “right! i’m so glad this season is so much more inclusive than the previous ones. sana’s not only incredibly gorgeous she’s also an icon for bisexuals everywhere now and i really respect her for coming on this show and being brave enough to be that public figure.”

you nod along, you hadn’t seen it that way until now, “oh absolutely! it’s gonna be a bit messy though huh, with a mixed gender pool contestants could end up falling for each other instead, especially with the amount of time we’re going to spend in this house together.”

“i don’t think that’s going to be a problem for me.” miyeon glances around as the next contestant, a tall man in a blue suit walks in, “i’m pretty set on sana after that first impression. god all this waiting is making me insane though, this show definitely isn’t for the jealous.”

you smile internally but a strange pit sits in your stomach after hearing the word jealous. you ignore it, continuing to prod miyeon who seems elated to talk about sana and really does seem like she would be a good match for her. some others join your conversation and soon enough you’re all getting to know one another outside of what your first impressions of sana are.

“oh i model for a couple cosmetic brands here and there. that’s where you may have seen me.” miyeon is very friendly and welcoming and has made herself comfortable amongst the increasing crowd of people.

“oh that’s incredible! you’ll have to tell me which brands later, i work in marketing research so i’m all about that stuff.” a girl in a blue dress you’ve already forgotten the name of replies.

“oh really? where are you based at? i’m in finance over at yeouido.” this time it's a built man in a navy tux with sunnies over his eyes. he seemed pretentious and too much of a flirt for your liking. he was obviously trying to put it on the girl in the blue dress.

“finance huh. figures.” a cool tone interrupts them, a woman with slicked back short hair in an emerald suit rolled up to the sleeves showing off a deadly tattoo array. she’s rolling her eyes and makes no further comment, turning to the man in glasses next to her who looks much too uncomfortable and out of his limits.

he gulps visibly as she turns to him, placing his hand behind his neck nervously as he laughs, “right hahaha…”

she narrows her eyes at him before being clapped on the back by another man with a friendly smile and eye crinkles. definitely sana’s type in men. “don’t scare the poor bloke off now eunji.” the australian accent surprises you, “ignore her mate, she’s all tough on the outside but she’s a real softy once you get to know her.” he holds out a hand for the guy in the glasses to shake.

he smiles gratefully and takes it, “thankyou…?”

“jacky.”

“thankyou jacky. i’m wonsik.”

the girl in the emerald suit rolls her eyes and scoffs, “whatever jacky, any man who’s too scared to sit next to a woman that looks a little off norm is only looking for someone soft that they can dominate to fuel their tiny man egos.”

you can’t help the scoff you release as her piercing gaze turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. i just thought that comment was funny. and true. i’m y/n by the way.”

eunji regards you before grinning, “eunji. this knucklehead is jacky. we met while i was on exchange in australia and he stalked me back here once he heard i was going on this.”

“stalked is an exaggeration. most of my family already lives here, and now that i’m back, i’d like to have someone to share the rest of my life with. someone who’s not eunji.” he grins. “and jeeeeeeez sana would be a pretty good someone for that.”

you smile in response, “oh absolutely-” but you’re interrupted halfway through as you see the last contestant walk through the door.

dark hair, oozing confidence, lightly tanned skin and a slight smirk on her face, park jihyo, the reason for sana being here, just entered the arena.

beside you jacky whistles, “now that’s competition.”

you can’t help but worry over sana immediately. did she know jihyo would be here? how was their meeting on the red carpet? what was jihyo doing here in the first place?

but then you realise jihyo is the one person that would blow your cover and she was headed straight for you. you quickly scramble up from your seat, trying to be as discreet as possible, muttering a quick “sorry bathroom, nice meeting you all.” and turn away from your group heading towards the bathrooms, intending to find a producer and figure out just what the hell was going on.

however, before you succeed, loud applause is heard behind you followed by a couple wolf whistles and catcalls. shit. jihyo was the last person to walk in. meaning sana would be coming in now and the real show would begin.

you slip back towards the crowd keeping an eye out for jihyo as you find a place towards the back shooting a quick smile at wonsik who stands next to you. the mc for the season is making some introductory comments that you can’t really be bothered to hear and you bring your attention to sana who again, takes your breath away. but you force yourself to concentrate, noticing the slightly abnormal flush on her cheeks and the fiddling fingers she hides in the folds of her dress. you frown, seeing jihyo must have been a surprise for her too then.

“-aaand here’s your bachelorette for the 2024 season!” the mc pans to sana with the camera who waves shyly and offers a smile. you wish you were there to hold her hand and calm her or talk to her but you resign yourself to gripping the fur of your coat tightly.

sana turns to you and the contestants and you try desperately to meet her eye, “hey everyone, it’s nice to finally see you all together! this place is incredible, i almost wish i could move in with you all. you guys having a good time yet?”

“better now that you're here!” a man from the crowd yells out followed by a couple chuckles.

sana giggles, “awwh thankyou jun.” sana was doing better than you at remembering these names already. “so as you guys probably know, tonight is our first night together. and with that, comes the first impression rose.” a cinematic reveal of the pink rose settled on top of the 18 red roses as the contestants shuffle to get a peek, ooh-ing and ahh-ing. “you’ll all get chances to talk to me throughout the night, and i’ll pick someone at the end of it to give this first impression rose who’ll get the first date of the season with me. unfortunately, i’ll also have to say goodbye to 5 of you if you don’t get any roses at all. and i reeeeally wish i didn’t have to because you’ve all seemed so lovely and i can’t wait to get to know you all!”

the mc steps in now, “and with that, let the night begin!” party poppers explode and music starts playing creating an ambience similar to a bar. sana hasn’t seemed to have spotted you yet and moves towards the closest cluster of people to her, smiling and greeting everyone.

very quickly though, someone has already stepped in and asked to take her away for a chat. it's one of the girls in a dark suit with sleek makeup and hair tied up in a high ponytail. you had been instructed not to talk to sana until she came to you so you could only watch on helplessly with the 23 other contestants vying for her attention. you needed to make sure she was okay after seeing jihyo and where her mindset was at. you also needed to avoid jihyo so she doesn’t alert the rest of the contestants to your relationship with sana.

so you stalk over to one of the camera producers who looks only a little frightened at the glare in your eyes.

“what the fuck is park jihyo doing here?”

“um i-i i’m only a camera person! sorry i d-don’t know you’ll have to ask one of the higher ups.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“r-right! i’ll get one of them now…” he grabs his phone and calls someone, glancing nervously around to see if anyone has noticed the two of you. soon enough, a short, stubby man with a beard comes over and whispers, “what?!”

“park jihyo. sana’s ex. i’m sure you would’ve known that when you did the background checks. what is she doing here?”

“sweetheart of course we knew. she’s here for the extra drama. this is television we’re making here. no one’s going to watch it if its not entertaining.” he rolls his eyes and impatiently taps his foot.

“at the expense of your main product’s feelings?” you spit the word product out, hating that this was the way sana was being treated.

“please, sana signed a contract. she knew what she was getting into when she signed up for this show. this is all show business sweetie now if you don’t mind we gotta get back to running it so we can all get paid and go home alright?” he doesn’t leave room for a response as he quickly ushers the poor cameraman away and you’re left seething.

un fucking believable. it’s fine. sana could just not choose jihyo tonight and she could be sent on her merry way. it’ll be fine. so long as sana didn’t actually still have feelings for jihyo… fuck, you just needed to talk to sana to clear things up and make sure she wasn’t being pressured into doing anything she didn’t want to do.

your mind was going a million miles an hour as you headed back towards the other contestants, taking careful note to avoid the group jihyo was currently talking to.

“hey y/n, got a chance to talk to sana yet?” its eunji and you’re grateful for the distraction.

“not yet, i’m thinking to just let the crows have her first, not really into getting on anyone’s bad side tonight.”

“fair enough. you shoulda seen this one guy’s face when jiwon interrupted his time. he was all like-“ she pulls a face that makes her look constipated and you can’t help but laugh, recalling jiwon as the woman in an elegant dark maroon dress who worked as a nurse.

“how about you? steal her away yet?”

“nah not yet but because jacky and i kinda came in a package set he said he’ll bring her to me after he’s had a chat with her.” she looks over her shoulder, “speaking of…”

you see sana and jacky approaching, jacky gesturing something to make her laugh and doing what looked like an impression of a fish out of water.

“-he was really sick! like full vomitting, left her on her own in this completely foreign place to go puke his guts out in the toilets!”

sana was laughing giddily at jacky’s story, unaware that they had just stopped in front of the two of you.

jacky grins, “so remember how i was telling you about that scrawny little girl i met in the tunnel underneath my school trying to build a bomb…”

your eyebrow raises as you look alarmingly at eunji who avoids your gaze with a blush on her cheeks, punching jacky lightly in the shoulder, “how many times have i told you not to tell that story. it was just a mini explosive and it was for a science experiment! you’d know if you didn’t spend all our classes texting that one girl… what was her name again…? p…p something?”

its jacky’s turn to blush as he quickly interjects in protest. sana giggles and looks betwen them, “some competition for me then?”

jacky stumbles, “n-no! not at all don’t worry sana she’s like waaaay back in the past and also waaaay far away in sydney my eyes are only for you i swear!”

sana laughs again, “well that’s good to know. wouldn’t want you to be here if you were still in love with someone else back home.” she turns to eunji, her eyes briefly meeting yours with a twinkle and your heart stutters at the morsel of attention. “eunji right? you’ll have to tell me your side of this story because i don’t think jacky has done you justice.”

eunji slips back into her cool persona offering a tattooed arm out for sana to link, “of course sana.”

sana looks back at you though with a promise, “and i’ll come find you after this y/n so don’t go running anywhere yeah?”

you nod dumbly as you watch your best friend be taken away again, trying to figure out why you wished it was you leading her away and not eunji.

jacky whistles to get your attention, “jealous much? and after she practically promised to see you next which is a lot better than what some of these people are getting. poor wonsik has been beaten every time he’s tried to ask her out.”

you sputter, “j-jealous? what?” you weren’t jealous, you were just concerned for your friend. you wanted the best for her and not many people fit that bill.

“it’s not anything to be embarassed about mate don’t worry. i feel weird as well handing the girl i’m trying to date over to one of my best friends who’s also trying to date her. it’s pretty messed up in here but we’re all in it together right?” he grins and you find yourself feeling slightly guilty because you were not in fact, all in this together, you were there to judge all of these people who you had originally thought to be shallow fame-chasers but maybe there was a little more to them then you thought.

you smile anyway remembering the role you’re playing, “right, thanks jacky, you’re a good guy.”

“awwwwh don’t flatter me, eunji needs to come back before my ego grows too big.”

you laugh and enjoy your conversation with him while walking to join a larger group of people.

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it’s a while before sana finds you again, some others seemed to have jumped in after eunji so by the time she gets to you, its near the end of the night already.

“you been hiding from me or something y/n?”

you stand up with a stretch, taking her hand in yours and leading her away with a teasing smile, “i’d accuse you of that actually. i thought you’d come to find me right after you were done with eunji?”

sana gasps, “oh shit y/n i totally forgot i’m so sorry! eunji was just telling me all this cool stuff that she’s done and places she’s been and then people kept coming to ‘queue’ me and it just completely slipped my mind and i-“

you laugh, “i’m just joking sana i know it’s pretty crazy in here even with all the prep we’ve done for it. as long as you’re having fun then i’m happy.”

she squeezes your hand in response as you reach a small clearing with a hammock-like seat and you both sit down, fingers still interlocked.

“sooooo princess sana, which suitor has caught your attention tonight?” you put on a fake posh accent.

sana laughs and slaps you playfully, “stop that silly, it’s been great though! i think i have an idea who i wanna give the first impression rose to but it's so hard to think of people to get rid of, i don’t want anyone to go before they’ve even had a chance here yet.”

“reeeeally… you can’t think of a single person to get rid of yet…?”

she rolls her eyes, “i’m fine don’t worry y/n. jihyo… surprised me being here but we talked a little on the carpet and she said she made a mistake when she left. she really wants to be with me again y/n.”

your hands tighten against sana’s, “and what about you? how do you feel about her being back?”

“well… it’s definitely not the way i thought i’d see her again. but… i’m not sure… i… there’s so much history between us and… well she was the first person i loved y/n. you know that. it’s hard to turn that away.”

you hum. jihyo wasn’t sana’s first partner but she was the first person sana could say i love you to. and she treated sana well, everything seemed fine, sana thought they were going to get married. the breakup came out of nowhere and left sana devastated for months. you thought jihyo was a nice enough person but it was hard to think of her in a positive light when she left the person you cared about most completely broken and in pieces left for you to pick up. the last thing you wanted was for sana to go through that all over again.

“you disapprove.” sana looks at you knowingly.

you purse your lips, “she hurt you sana. really fucking bad. i can’t bear to see someone who’s caused you so much pain smiling as if none of that happened, as if those months of you starving yourself, hurting yourself didn’t happen because of her.”

sana frowns, unclenching your hands that you didn’t realise were wound up so tightly. “baby… i’m stronger now for it aren’t i? you helped me become myself again and i became better for it. and you’ll be here with me every step of the way to make sure it doesn’t happen again. so you can put your little micromanaging overprotective guard dog personality to use.” she teases trying to lighten the mood, “now c’mon, let's move on from this, surely you have people you like and dislike already. lemme hear them.”

you sigh bringing your head to rest on her shoulder, “well you seemed to get along with eunji and jacky. i like the both of them, they’re fun. miyeon is also a sweetheart and you were right when you said you think the two of you could get along. she reminds me of you in a lotta ways, it's kinda scary.”

sana giggles next to you.

“mm some of the guys i didn’t like. there’s this one guy heechul i think, he is like 100% a simp for japanese women. and like, in a creepy body pillow way. this poor girl momo, who also seems really sweet by the way, maybe just a little shy, was being harassed the entire night by him anytime you weren’t looking his way. i also overheard him showing off to some of the guys about how he got a minor’s phone number by offering to teach her korean. one of the guys obviously put him down for it, which is like the bare minimum i guess, that was sunwoo, but some others egged him on talking about some incel reddit shit and how they’re glad all the women here are thin and pale. eugh, even talking about this makes me cringe. if it were up to me, i’d say there’s actually too many roses on that platter tonight.”

you can feel sana’s laughs in her throat, hearty and high. “well yeah but you also like, hate most men so it wouldn’t be too challenging.”

you look at her with a pout, “not all men! jacky was nice! and i’m sure there’ll be other decent guys here too that i can approve of. and if not, well… it’s their fault for being so gross and men-like.”

you love the way her laugh twinkles with the night sky. you can’t get over just how beautiful she looks tonight. and you catch yourself wondering just when you started describing sana with the word beautiful in your head. eugh. this was all jacky’s fault, you’d gone too deep into your role as a contestant for sana’s attention. you just needed this night to end and the big reveal that you were actually sana’s best friend sent to spy on the contestants to see how they acted in their natural habitats. then you could go back to being just that, sana’s best friend.

you can see in the corner of your eye producers signalling the two of you to head back to the others. you were almost inclined to ignore them just to spend a few more minutes with sana but she had already seen them and was gathering her dress ready to stand up.

she reaches a hand out to you, “c’mon, let’s head back. got announcements to make and people to cut.”

you smile, taking her hand gratefully and lifting yourself up. you hope the rest of the season goes a little smoother than tonight had gone, but the value of entertainment may impede on that.

[forever-fixating]

RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: Female Character(s)

Female Character(s)- Bea, June, and Nora

Author's Note: I love the girls so much. I love how unique each one is and how they provide lovely support for the guys. (Bea's speech to Alex after the outing is really beautiful and one of my favorite moments from the book.) This is just a silly bit of fluff that turned into a wedding quartet! Enjoy!

"Why does it feel like this state is punishing its residents for living here?"

June snorted a laugh at the vaguely annoyed expression on Bea's face. It wasn't her first time in Texas and wouldn't be her last since Alex and Henry moved from New York. The big day was a week away, and the three women were "enjoying" a quiet moment at the Diaz lakehouse before everything descended into wedding madness.

"One of life's unanswerable questions," Nora mumbled, her head in June's lap. "Like who shot Kennedy or why some people like pineapple on pizza."

Bea then looked perplexed. "I thought that Oswald bloke shot him?"

Nora pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead. "That's what they want you to believe."

"Behave," June sighed, smacking Nora's forehead lightly. "Keep acting like that, and she is gonna convince H to pack it up and head back to England."

"I'd have better luck convincing Pip to wear a dress to the ceremony," Bea said. "Did you see Eloise's flower girl dress? Maz sent me a video of her practicing her petal scattering technique. The gardener at their residence is beside himself because she won't stop ripping petals off flowers."

June and Nora moved closer and cooed over the video of the tiny five-year-old in a dress with a white bodice and a tutu skirt, each layer of different shades of pink. She held a basket full of white rose petals and took patient steps down a path in the garden, pausing with each step to let a fistful of petals fall delicately to the ground.

"Stop, that's so adorable!" June squealed.

Nora snapped her fingers in approval. "Little Miss El said, 'Uncle Al and Uncle H may be the ones getting married, but this is my moment to shine!'"

Bea locked her phone with a smirk. "I've taught her well. Can we head inside? I may perish if I stay in this heat for a moment later."

June loved hanging out with Bea. After the dust settled, the three women enjoyed getting together for girls-only weekends without the boys for mani-pedis, spa days, and marathons of whatever reality show social media deemed the most unhinged. It was frivolous and fun. Growing up, June always wanted a little sister. That didn't mean she hated having Alex as a little brother, but sharing a bathroom with a boy was gross. Walking in and finding a sweaty jock strap hanging off the shower rod. Showering after him and having no hot water because he took forever to "get extra clean" like she didn't know about masturbation. Going off to college at UT was a bunch needed break from the testosterone tornado that was Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Inside the lakehouse, Bea opened a bottle of sparkling water and poured each a glass, saying, "If you're up for it, I bought some obscenely expensive face masks for us to try. The new season of Too Hot to Handle looks fully bizarre. I think if I auditioned for it, that might finally be the thing that takes my Gran out."

When the boys returned from Austin with dinner, they found them in pajamas, each with a mask on, trying not to laugh too much as a dentist hygienist Marcie made out with Maxx, a naked personal trainer, in a hot tub to make Jake, a bodybuilder, jealous.

"Why do you three always do this without us?" Alex whined as they headed to the kitchen.

"Girl time, little bit," June called out. "Now be a good feminist and bring us dinner! Jake is about to walk in on Marcie and Maxx, and I will not pause."

Alex started to argue, but Henry said, "Best not to argue, love. Everything will be all about us soon enough."

"Listen to your man, Alejandro!" Nora said. "If you're really nice, I'm sure your future sister-in-law will provide your very own face mask so you'll look extra pretty on your wedding day."

June glanced at Bea, who shrugged and said, "Maybe. But only if Alexander remembered the extra queso this time!"

A/N- Like I said, silly silly fluff! I can't believe this month is almost over!

Check out this post and join the fun in celebrating the one-year anniversary of our little romcom that could being released!

[k-white]

Personal Opinions of GMMTV PART2 SERIES

To nobodys request I am gonna do a opinions on the gmmtv trailers, let it be stated that I barely watch anything lately so we'll see how many I will actually watch🤣

so lets start, I will go in order of how they came out on the lineup:

Ossans Love Thailand: I do not like slapstick it isn't my thing but strangely enough I liked this trailer it made me laugh a lot and seeing EM in a show where they can be silly and ceazy is so fun plus the chemistry with the Boss was working, I haven't watched the japanese but I might go back and watch that cuz I wanna ne up on top of knowing the plot

Leap Year: It looks cool and has Gun, feels a little more survival show wich isn't really my thing but the concept is cool, I am always ready to try out more put there plots with supernatural elements and the acting seemed solid for both Dew and Pond

The Heart Killers: hem do I even need to say anything? BE GAY DO CRIME SHAKESPERE WITH FK AND JOJO DIRECTING I think this suffices moving on! jokes aside I am so exited for an action romcom with betrayal and tattoos and my babies looked AMAZING

Friendshit Forever: it's Mook and Pat acting their asses off and almost killing eachother while looking sapphic doing that, so yes please, New and Boom are ok man ruinibg things as always lol/j but honestly I would watch this for the girls and the drama plus Pat is literally a goddes I love that woman

Perfect 10 Liners: sigh another gay engeneers cute boy ensble with 2 couples I am not particualry a fan of om screen(FB PC) and one I have no feelings for(JM) plus the plot looks so uninspired and boring and if it is true it's gonna be 10 eps per couple you bet your ass you wont see me sit thtough this thing! We Are is enough and at least there I like the pairs

Us: FUCK YES BABY GIMME THE GL, this looked so artsy and indie it didn't even give off thai show vibes with the minimalist approach and cinematography, the story is gonna be angsty as fuck but I live for it and Girl falling for the guys sister? Man good drama, and it has Sing and Emi looking mighty fine plus Bonnie wich is so pretty, you will be seeing me seated for this one

Hide & Sis: Again it has women, and WHAT WOMEN GEEZ! Jan, Lookjun and Piploy???? god I am melting they are everything, it is very PS I Hate You and thank god Snap went back to that after Jungle, stick to the messy murder plots, it honestly might not be everybody shit but it's mine and I will take it, tho the revenge porn is trash and fuck you Chimons character, and Lookjun and Pepper actually playing a sort of couole on screen! and oh Gawin as a cop(probably corrupted) brings back memories

Thame-Po: another one that doesn't have gmmtv vibes and I like it when they try to branch out, the idol subplot isn't my thing tho even if I know LYKN are good, EstWilliam mmmm they look pretty but didn't really vibe with the acting, they do have good chemistry tho, for this one I might have to wait for the actual trailer

Break Up Service: NO moving on... ok fine this is ridiculous and does not give me anything even if there is Off in a suit, the comedy wasn't even good next

Revamp: I know this is Boons crown jewel and it looks good but vampire shows are hit or miss and I am not that into them but I think I will watch for the cast and cuz I am attached to BP, and Kay in a villain role is cheffs kiss

Sweet Tooth, Good Doctor: SIGHHHH Oh Mark what have they done to you? they were able to make Mark Pakin look plain MARK! UNACCEPTABLE! plus dentists? I have visceral reactions to just thw sounds of the trailer, Ohms acting still isn't to my liking and it is a Jittirain novel so skeptical isn't even cutting it, the trailer even if less slapstick as OL it cringed me, the balance of humour and romance is off, I think I will watch but just for Mark, Jimmy and View

The Dark Dice: meh felt like a bootleg gifted in a bad way idk I like Gem and Prim enough but this didn't give me anything much, might have to wait for final trailer here too

The Ex Morning: I like the concept don't care at all about anchor man plot, still not a big fan of Krists acting, but I like Singto and the ex part was interesting enough, we will see, might be a little too meta and not in a good way

Scarlet Heart: My Tu come back and ot is a Harem Reverse? WHY??? I hate harem shows always had, I don't even know the og show, I do like most of the cast but still this was just a teaser so I might need to check the og show and then the full trailer to judge, for now I am not into it and I am sorry cuz MY TU!

Ok thats it, overall I liked this lineup better than part 1(even if it's just cuz of FK be in an actual show and not just to announce School Rangers) for now I am in for most of the shows we shall see once they start airing but I stay optimistic that I will watch most

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[shmaptainwrites]

Part 2: Under the Blankets

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Aaron takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth removed

Warnings: wisdom teeth removal, dentist, mention of blood & gauze, reader’s high on anesthesia

“I promise you’re gonna be fine,” Aaron assured you. “Look I got mine removed when I was eighteen, it’s not that bad,”

“But they say it hurts less when you’re a kid,” you frowned. “And my face is gonna be all swollen and gross,” you huffed.

“But you get to spend a week and a half off with me,” Aaron poked your shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed. “Just promise me you won’t take any pictures,”

“You have my word,” he nodded. “I’ll take videos,”

“Aaron!” you slapped his shoulder.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” he assured you with a chuckle but you stared at him angrily.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?”

You looked up and could see the dental assistant calling you and you looked up to Aaron as if you were sending him one last cry for help.

“She’s right here,” Aaron smiled and pushed you away and he had never seen you look so betrayed.

During your wisdom teeth removal he stayed in the waiting room, reading a book quietly until they came out and grabbed him so he could take you back home.

For the most part you were too out of it to say anything, mouth full of gauze and pumped up on drugs. Aaron was given instructions on how to care for you and how much medication he was to give you along with when.

You slept the whole car ride home and when you got back he didn’t want to wake you so he came to the other side and carried you out of the car and up to his apartment.

He decided just to leave the elevator ride out of the story if you ever asked because there were more than a few stares, but in the end it was all okay because you were curled up on the bed, cuddling his pillow like it was a stuffed animal.

He laid out your medication and read all the flyers while you slept before realizing he needed to wake you up so he could give you your antibiotics.

So he filled a bowl with your favourite ice cream and grabbed one pill, placing it on the bedside table before gently coaxing you awake.

“Nooo,” you moaned. “I wa a JJ,”

“You were at JJ’s?” Aaron asked and you nodded.

“Now is gonna take me so long to geh bat,” you huffed and Aaron tried not to chuckle.

“Well before we go to JJ’s you’ve got to take your medicine, can you do that for me?”

“I don wanna,” you shook your head and started to tear up. “Is yuggy,”

“It’s not yucky,” Aaron shook his head. “Look we eat it with some yummy ice cream,” he showed you the bowl and your eyes seemed to lighten up a bit.

You opened your mouth and Aaron carefully pulled the gauze out and tossed it in the trash next to the bed and then put a spoon of the cold ice cream in your mouth before popping the antibiotic past your closed lips.

“Mmm,” you chuckled a little and Aaron wiped your bottom lip off with a tissue. “Okay bye bye, go to Emmys now,”

You pulled the sheets over your head and Aaron shook his, placing the bowl of ice cream down before climbing over you to the other side and getting under with you.

“I love you, sweetheart, you know that right?”

“Oh no,” you shook your head. “Thas no a good idea,”

“Why not?”

“Caus ma bofren gonna ge ma a you,” you could barely feel your face let alone your lips causing your words to come out like that of a small child even when the gauze was out of your mouth.

“Sure he is,” Aaron laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s me silly,”

“Aaron!” you giggled.

“Yeah, it’s Aaron,” he shook his head. “Now can we go to the washroom and rinse out those gums with some saltwater?”

“Ew,”

“Yeah, but for every time you do that I’ll give you a kiss when you can remember it,”

You seemed to think over his proposal before nodding your head.

He removed you from under the blankets and helped you to the washroom where he helped you clean your gums before you slipped right back into bed.

One thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait until the drugs had worn off and he could tell you all about what had just happened.

[darkcitiesnluv]

Hello. Can I request a Beomgyu × reader fluff? In which beomgyu and sunghoon both like reader who's a good friend of both txt and enhypen.

Thank you

Sure!  Did you know you're my first ask!  Ahhh I'm excited thank you!  I hope you like my fluff imagine!  If i disappoint you, I'm sorry!  I Hope it ain't the case!  Here we go! 

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It was the first day of school for L / n Y / n.  Your mother dropped you off to school before going to her own job. You breath in the air with a smile.  "I'm finally going to see my friends, it's been so long i haven't seen Sunghoon ..." You thought inside your head as you made your way to your classroom.  Sunghoon is one of your closest friends.  During the summer break he went in vacations with his family and the only way for Sunghoon and you to interact with each other was from the phones. 

"Y/n!  Here!  I saved you a seat! "A long hair boy yelled from the very back of the classroom. You shook your head and laughed quietly. 'How does this kid know we have classes together?'  you thought.

"Beomgyu! How did you know we- "

" shhhhh baby girl, you know I have eyes and ears everywhere" Beomgyu put a finger against your lips to shush you showing you his silly smirk. He does this to you a lot.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed onto his school dress shirt. "You need to stop calling me that or else the others are going to think we're a couple .." You lightly wine letting him go. 

Beomgyu chuckled.  "Aren't we one though? .."

You lightly punch him in the arm as you two sat on the desks that are right beside each other. " Your jokes aren't funny..." You said.

Suddenly, almost the whole class started looking towards the window inside their room, watching how a black hair, tall, handsome boy walked through the halliway. 

"oh my..is that the famous figure skater? "

" oh my god he is hooot "

Everything looked in slow motion like in the kdramas you've watched. The boy walking gracefully and perfectly with each step. His finger slowly moving a hair away from his attractive forehead. His gaze was hard and seductive as he showed his elegant smirk.

" look at that dude he thinks he is handsome "

" yeah he thinks he can get all the ladies...."

"you brooooo he has some nice canines, who's his dentist...."

" If he is a vampire l'll let him drink my blood, kill me, anything  and l'll just say "thank you i appreciated" "

You couldn't see him but Beomgyu could. You knew by the way he hit his desk and clenched his fist tight until his knuckles turned white. You worried and grabbed his hands with your tiny ones.

" Gyu are you ok? What's wrong? Who is him?..." You asked him. Your attention focusing on him. Beomgyu glared deathly at something and mumbled. " He is coming to our classroom."

You looked to see who it was and you were shock. The boy walked inside with a bright smile. " Hello, I'm Park Sunghoon, new student, take well care of me" he bowed lightly with a kindly and innocent smile.

" Of course baby~" some girl whispered as she was drooling saliva for the new student. "Nina shut up!" Her friend said giving her a dirty weird look.

Your opened mouth turned into a happy smile.

' Sunghoon is back!' you thought as you smiled at his way. Sunghoon notice you and waved a hand at you, making some students look at you but you didn't care what they think.

°°°

" Hooooon~!" You yelled as you ran towards him. Sunghoon suddenly grabbed you and twirl you around.

"Oooo look at the lovebirds~" said Hueningkai teasing them. " Why don't you two just confess each other's love huh?" Jungwon also teased receiving high-fives from his two older friends, Heeseung and Jay.

"Where's that loser of Beomgyu?" Taehyun asked as he looked between the boys in front of him. " In the back....." Soobin said as they looked behind them. 

Beomgyu was behind them watching everything. So randomly he sucked in air, knee down to get a big rock from the ground and threw the rock somewhere in the air out of anger. Who knows where the rock went flying to......... after a few seconds he heard broken glass shader.

" ....Who the fuck did this....." Beomgyu heard the scream of an old lady from faaaar a way the school's playground.

Beomgyu turn away from that direction with a "oh shit what have I've done" look on his face. However once he turned to the opposite direction he still saw you.....arms wrapped around Sunghoon's neck, legs wrapped around his stomach, and still being twirl around like a daisy in the air by a smiling Sunghoon. " I really really missed you a lot!" You said.

Beomgyu eyes widen big, bigger than they already are. He immediately ran towards you two not caring of his friends are watching him.  His long dark brown hair swaying softly with the air. " No no no no no! What are two doing!" He separated Sunghoon and you from each other.

" Wow- real shit is going to happen...." Yeonjun said throwing the piece sign with his fingers. " I agreed indeed mai brotha..." Jake comment next.

" What? I couldn't see him in the summer break and I really missed him!" you said as you held Sunghoon's hands. Beomgyu immediately slapped your and Sunghoon's hands making y'all let go immediately.

Sunghoon had enough of it and grabbed Beomgyu's dress shirt. " What's your problem!" He said loud and fiercely glaring at him. Everyone step back from them two.

" If y'all gonna fight make it bloody and violently..." Heeseung said sounding serious about his words.

" Yeah make it violently, like in the games you know?....hey Jake and Heeseung....who y'all bet? I bet for Beomgyu, y'all know he is crazyyyy" Riki said covering his mouth with a hand and shaking his other hand in front of him.

" Yeah but try not to get hurt badly alright?" Jay said as he fixed his Gucci cap.

" This is stupid, I should go eat my mint choco ice cream, Y/nnie~ meet me in the restaurant, you know which one..." Sunoo said about to leave when he suddenly notice how quickly Beomgyu's and Sunghoon's heads turned towards him with a glare.

" I'm scared......" Sunoo said leaving the school's ground.

Beomgyu turned and glare back at Sunghoon as he held onto his wrist and forced him to let him go. Beomgyu chuckled and look at you. " The problem is that you two are lying to my face...to our faces!...."

" See?.....i was right...." Jungwon shook his head unbelievably.

" What are talking about Beom? What lie?" You said crossing your arms over your chest.

" You two are dating." Beomgyu said straightforward with a poker cold face.

" And if we were, why would it affect you?.." Sunghoon took a step forward towards Beomgyu. You widen your eyes as you heard the words coming from his mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO....." Your male friends said as they were shook by Sunghoon's comment as well.

Beomgyu looked away from you two and smirked bitterly. " No it wouldn't.....why would it? Hahaha ahhh you two could actually make an adorable couple" he said with a bright face. He patted Sunghoon's shoulders and left without looking at you.

" Let's go homies! Let's get some beer!" Beomgyu threw a fist up in the air. " Aren't half of us under age?" Jungwon asked. " You and Riki Niki are getting a glass of milk...." Jay said.

" Noooo i want beer too! " Niki wined.

" NOOOOO NIKI SAN!" Jake yelled making everyone covered their ears.

You suddenly felt sad....really sad. Beomgyu didn't even spare you a glare. But.....why did you felt sad? Shouldn't you just ignore it? Think of it as Beomgyu being exaggerated silly with you.... but that's hard to think it like that when he looked so jealous of Sunghoon being with you?....what could this mean?

Sunghoon looked at your sad appearance and walked towards you to give you a warm hug. " Oh come on Y/n.....don't be sad.....maybe he is a little jealous because you are hanging out your other best friend than hanging out without him....." He grinned, his cute  dimples appearing unwillingly.

You smiled and lean your head against his chest. However you still felt sad and hurt by Beomgyu.

°°°

" Beomgyu! Come to my house! Mom is going to make a delicious dinner for us!" You called on your phone as you laid on your bed looking at the white ceiling.

"...........is Sunghoon coming too?" Beomgyu said slowly taking his time in speaking.

Oh my god why is he soo cute! You thought.

" No he won't Gyu, come back to me and we'll have fun!" You said with positivity.

" Ok! I'll be there in five minutes!" He ended the call.

You chuckled to yourself and hugged a pillow, still looking at the ceiling.

Why did he got jealous?...I don't think that was normal  jealousy coming from a close friend......it was more like that type of jealousy you feel towards a crush.....That behavior of his was strange today....

You sat up as you heard Beomgyu yelled.." Hello mom!" To your mother at the kitchen. You ran out of your room. " Hey bestie~~!" You said in English as you winked at him.

" Hey best friend" he responded back in english.

" Food will be ready in 30 minutes!" Your mother said.

°°°

"Yes! Yes yes!!!!!" Beomgyu said as he beat you in the game. You took off your headphones and pouted. " As always you win!" You said slightly punching his arm. Beomgyu looked at you with an evil smile. " and the loser gets to suffer! " He said suddenly jumping on top of you. He started to tickle you everywhere. You laughed out loud and struggle to stop him but he was too strong. Somehow you gain more power than him and started to tickle him as well. You got on top of him and straddle his stomach as you reach to ruin his hair, tickle his armpits and sides.

" You might be a winner in games but you're weak when it come to this game!" You made fun of him.

Beomgyu kept laughing and wiggling around but soon stopped as he saw the weird position you two were. You stopped as well as you saw him no longer laughing.

" Y/n you're dirty! How dare you try to take advantage of me! Just because you see me tiny and innocent!" He tease you out loud gazing at your body and legs.

You widen your eyes and got off of him. " Beomgyu! You're the nasty one! You started this! " You hit him again. Both of you laughing together.

As y'all's laughter started to slow down you two stare at each other. Eyes studying each other's faces.

You always admitted to yourself from the very beginning how attractive Beomgyu was. Not only was he cute looking but his personality was gold. You loved him by the way he is with you and with everyone.

Have you developed a crush on him?....yes a tiny one two years ago. You started realizing how much you liked him a lot when you two went to a party together. You saw some girls surrounding him and talking and flirting with him. Beomgyu, as the social butterfly he is didn't mind having them around him. However you remember how angry you felt when Beomgyu was dancing with a girl and laughing with her instead dancing and laughing with you.

As for Beomgyu....he always liked you since the very first day you two met. In the first year of middle school. He always thought of you as someone sooo pretty and smart. He still does though but now he thinks you're hot. Anyway he always liked you. Of course like any other human being he had his small crushes from there to there but the one he really liked and care the most was you. He never told you because he was scared to ruin the great friendship between you two, but he also like it with you two staying as friends.

His feelings towards you became stronger in highschool. You having so much friends and specially lots of guys friends...not just your typical normal looking guy friends...but very attractive guy friends like: Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Hueningkai, Heeseung,Jay,Jake, Jungwon,Sunoo, Niki, ugly Sunghoon, and of course he'll include himself in the list.

To many eh?.....he was afraid any of them could still you away, specially that Sunghoon since you're the most closest with him as well. Beomgyu knew Sunghoon liked you too and that he was trying to win you over, so he wanted to start making a move ...but he was too afraid of rejection from you.

What should he do?

What should you do?

" Beomgyu......you looked so jealous at school earlier....with Sunghoon.....what was that behavior.....I was shock...." You chuckled lightly still looking deep into his dark eyes.

Beomgyu didn't look away, his eyes looking deep at yours. " Jealousy?....what are you talking about?...well actually it was jealousy! Because you were hanging out with him instead of me!" He wined holding one of your tiny hands and started waving your arms to the sides.

" But you know he is one of my closest friends too! It's being a long time I haven't seen him, so i really missed him a lot...look Gyu you're so important to me that I even decided to hang out with you tonight instead of with Sunghoon......." You said truthfully.

Beomgyu smiled at you as he caressed one of your cheek with his hand. " The favoritism...i see " he winked at you making your heart beat. "Beomgyu no-haha" you chuckled quietly and shyly.

" Food is ready!" Your mom yelled.

You two were two focus on each other that you two didn't heard you mother yelled. Beomgyu kept staring at your lips intensely and that made you feel a little nervous.

" Y/n.....can i kiss you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and his eyes now looking at yours. His lovely gaze was making you wanting to look away from him but you couldn't. His comment made your heart beat faster and your breathing quickened.

" Uhhh...no Gyu that's weird! We're friends we can't do that" you laughed once again hitting him lightly in the arm.

" But it's for practice, come on i really wanna try kissing....come here" he said scooting closer to you and pulling your neck towards him but you try to scoot back away from him while still laughing nervously.

" No! Beom, stop move!"

" Don't you wanna try it, it's your chance! Come here baby girl" he scooted more closer.

" Well I- i mean sure but like not right now, like maybe tomorrow, it's just that-" Beomgyu chuckled as he leaned in to softly peck your lips slowly. His hand resting on your cheek. Everything happen so fast but for you felt it slow. He pulled away with a satisfying smile. "Gyu....." You said eyes shocking looking at him.

" It was great right? Just wait until we start making out with tongue and everything, it'll be greater!" He tease you making you blush hard.

He kissed me........ Beomgyu kissed me......was it just for fun?....or does he like me the way i like him..... You could no longer control you're feelings inside and watching Beomgyu smile and laughing at you made you angry. Does he think this is a joke?

" Choi Beomgyu! You can't just simply kiss anyone without them agreeing too! Also you can't just simply kiss the person that likes you without making sure they're feeling ready to kiss the person they like! How can you do this to me Choi Beomgyu! I will sue you!" You wined loudly. Beomgyu was shook at the things you said.

" Y-y-you like me!?..........then why the fuck are complaining about me kissing you!" Beomgyu suddenly stood up and you copy him. " Aren't you surprised?" You asked confused.

"Yes i am! Very much surprised! But you know what?.... there's something that will surprise YOU the most...maybe.....I like you too!!!" He said closing his eyes, he protected his head with his arms and looked away from you as if afraid you might smack his face off.

After a while feeling nothing he slowly turn to look at you. You stand there with a smile. " Are you really.....telling me....the truth?....are you really!" You said as you pulled his head down to look at him while jumping in tiny.

He nodded repeatedly. " Yes ever since middle school.....but I've never told you anything because I didn't want to ruin our beautiful friendship......and everytime those close guys friends of yours were around you I felt jealous...... specially towards Sunghoon........" He confess everything clearly.

You smiled and jumped on him, wrapping arms around his neck and your legs around his torso.

" Wow....." He mumbled in shock of your sudden actions.

"I feel so happy!" You said burying your face on his neck. Beomgyu stood there, arms wrapped around your back. " I also feel really happy Y/n! I feel like screaming how happy I am!" He said now resting his head against your head with his eyes shut.

" Kids, I've been waiting for you guys at the dining table and you two are just....... hugging?" Your mother stoped talking as soon as she enter your room.

Your mom furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, put a hand on her hip and her other hand on the door knob.

" What's this?......Y/n? Beomgyu?......... hellooooo I'm talking to y'all?........are y'all serious!?" She said as she walked towards them and try to wake them up from their moment.

" Oh my god mom! I'm so sorry you had to see this!" You said letting go of him.

" Mom im sorry too!" Beomgyu bow down repeatedly even getting down onto his knees but you stopped him from doing so.

Your mother rolled her eyes as she laughed quietly.

" Sorry for what? that you two are dating? Come on! Your dad and I ship you two! Now kids come down to dinner please...." She said annoyed. " I didn't waist two hours of my time for y'all not to eat my food?...no it's not going to happen..."

"... But we're not-..."

" Shhhhh let's go!" Your mom interrupted. Leaving the room.

Beomgyu and you looked at each other and quietly cracked a smile. " Well.......are we dating now...." Beomgyu gives you a mischievous look. " Well......if we like each other and a lot ......we should give it try..." you agreed showing your mischievous look as well.

" We'll be a couple and friends at the same time....good?" He asked holding both of your hands and leaned down to touch his forehead against yours. You nodded and reach to peck his pretty lips.

" Kids! Come down now!!" Your mother yelled.

The two of flinched and ran from your room holding hands.

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Here it comes! Chapter three! 

Read the previous chapter HERE. Read the full series on AO3.

Warning(s): alcohol consumption, use of coarse language, description of car accident

CHAPTER THREE: BEFORE THE STORM

The following morning, Frank woke early to check on Mary.

He could tell she’d been crying. Her cheeks were blotchy. One arm was draped over the side of the bed, seemingly still reaching for the book splayed out on the floor. He rested against the door frame, watching her for a moment. When something was wrong, she was a light sleeper. Desperate for a distraction. It would take her a long time to finally drift off. He didn’t want to walk any closer, fearing the noise might wake her. Then –

“I know you’re there.” Mary’s voice was muffled against her pillow.

“It’s too early. Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t.” Her fingers twitched. “I miss Fred.”

“I know. We’ll look again later, okay? Go to sleep.”

“No.”

Frank sighed and shut the bedroom door.

In the kitchen, Frank washed up last night’s leftover plates. Of course, Roberta hadn’t meant for this to happen. He knew that for certain. Wringing his hands on the dish towel, something occurred to him. What if it was Evelyn? He bristled at the thought.

He slung the dish towel over his shoulder and strode into the hallway to pick up the phone.

“Where’s Fred?” He asked tersely.

“It’s not like you to be awake so early. You’re usually passed out from a night at the bar after messing around with those silly boats.”

“Thanks for your concern, Evelyn.”

He could feel her eyes rolling through the receiver.

“To answer your question, I don’t have a clue where he is. Frankly I think it’s offensive that the first person you’d accuse is your own mother.”

Frank scoffed. “Really?”

“Don’t do this again, Francis.” Whenever Evelyn used his full name, he knew she was pissed. “You can’t blame me for everything.”

“I’m not. I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Honestly, I think it will do her the world of good to spend some time away from that damn cat.”

Now Frank was pissed. “Yeah? Well that damn cat has been more like family to her than you’ve ever been. If you care so much about Mary then why don’t you visit? She needs her grandmother.”

“You know she doesn’t like me. It wouldn’t make any difference.”

“The only reason she doesn’t like you is because she doesn’t know you.”

“She lived with me for six months, Francis.” Evelyn didn’t want to admit that Frank had a point.

“Yeah, and she was gonna run away if the court hadn’t changed the guardianship order.” He shifted his weight and threw an arm out in frustration. “Y’know what, I’m not doing this.”

He didn’t bother to say goodbye.

In the few minutes it took to call Evelyn, Mary had stealthily made her way into the kitchen where she was now attempting to climb the counter to reach the cupboards. Frank rushed over and set her down on the tiles.

“Easy there, Spider-Girl. Go sit down, I’ll make you some eggs.”

Mary shuffled reluctantly over to the kitchen table, where she sat hunched over in deep thought. When Frank slid her plate onto the table, she stabbed half-heartedly at the eggs, taking tiny nibbles. The last time she had been like this was when Diane died. She was grieving again, and it tore Frank apart knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Children react differently to loss – some dwell on it and discover the depth of their emotions, others brush over it and seem to just cope because they don’t fully understand the concept – Mary was the kind of girl who could easily get deeply invested in just about anything. The highs were astronomical. The lows were frightening for her. She was so open, so emotionally vulnerable, but when sadness hit her, she completely shut down. It was as if there were two different girls under the same roof. 

Frank and Roberta were doing their best to instill a sense of hope, but Mary refused to engage. They didn’t understand, she thought. They couldn’t. As much as she trusted, believed and understood the adults in her life, sometimes they could be frustratingly rational. She knew that they had her best interests at heart, and knew there was every chance Fred would be out there somewhere, but just for once, she wished someone would cry with her. All the comfort in the world couldn’t erase the fact that her best friend was gone. A part of her was missing.

For the sake of maintaining the illusion of normalcy, she had agreed to go to school for at least one more day. If they couldn’t find Fred, then she was going to stay home. Frank didn’t want her to feel isolated. She didn’t need to be put under more stress.

As they drove to school, Mary remained mute. When he dropped her off at the gates, she finally spoke.

“You don’t have to pick me up. I’ll walk home.”

Frank opened his mouth to protest but knew it would be useless.

She slammed her door shut.

He watched her shoulders slump, her feet dragging as she made her way through the yard. It broke his heart.

On the way home, he circled the neighborhood multiple times, rolling down the window to call out for Fred. Still, nothing. He called Roberta. Nothing. 

Heading out to the docks, he threw himself into work. He rattled drawers, pored over blueprints, made several phone calls. The afternoon wore on, dissolving into empty stillness. Frank climbed aboard the Celestia – a gleaming yacht that was the pride and joy of a wealthy dentist in Coral Gables – pushed his toolbox aside and broke into the storage drawer where he’d hidden an icebox. He grabbed a beer, popped the bottle cap in the sink and headed back up onto the deck. One day he’d have his own Celestia. Or at least be rich enough to consider it. When he started freelance maintenance work, he was driven purely by passion projects and impulsive agreements with bar patrons. Upon Mary’s arrival, he became a ‘yes man’. He took on anything he could to provide for her, even if it meant working until the early hours or missing Mary’s piano recitals. It didn’t matter how exhausted, frustrated or depressed he was, he struggled through for her. 

His thoughts drifted to Diane. What she would be doing now. Mathematics was her life, but it wasn’t her passion. He remembered visiting her one Saturday afternoon, confronted with chaos. Diane flung the door open and greeted him, covered in paint. Mary ran towards him, pressing tiny red hand-prints onto his freshly-laundered shirt. He thought of her first gallery showing. The way she glowed with pride. Mary’s enthusiasm as she held Diane’s hand and introduced them both to as many people as she could. Even those she already knew. It is, of course, impossible to travel back in time and change the course of your personal history. But Frank couldn’t help wondering what might have happened if it was possible. He certainly wouldn’t be day drinking on a yacht feeling like a complete and utter failure. Would Diane think he was? Probably not. They stood by each other unfalteringly. When Mary was old enough to add her first scribbles to a birthday card, she signed it (or rather, Diane did - Mary drew a scraggly flower and a heart) ‘to the world’s best uncle’. Diane embraced him and told him yes, he really was.

He believed it then. Things were different now.

 Bleary-eyed, Frank glanced at his watch. Shit. He needed to go home.

He fumbled for his keys and dropped down onto the dock. The sedan rattled to life. If Mary was ever locked out of the house, she would usually walk to Roberta’s for a spare key. If Roberta wasn’t home, she would wait by the front door, kicking up dirt. Now, though, all Frank could picture was Mary walking alone, too hell-bent on sleuthing to realize that she was lost. He swung out of the shipyard and drove down to Mary’s school. She wasn’t waiting in the parking lot. He headed to the reception desk. The secretary had seen her leave with the rest of her class. Frank said a quick ‘thank you’ and ran back to the car. A pang of tipsy dizziness hit him, so he sat in the car for a few minutes, pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked rapidly in a bid to straighten himself out.

He took the long way home. The streets were empty. He pulled into the driveway, got out and peered through the window. The TV was switched off. There were no books strewn across the floor or on the coffee table. He opened the door and called for her. No response. He checked her room. Empty. Frank was starting to panic.

Before he set off again, he cracked open another beer. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did it anyway. The stress – or rather, the self-inflicted guilt - was just too much to handle sober. Then, he called Roberta. “Roberta, it’s Frank. Have you seen Mary?”

“I’m sorry honey, I haven’t. She hasn’t come by.”

“Shit. Where the hell is she? This isn’t like her.”

“Maybe she’s hanging out with a friend? Study group?”

“She doesn’t have any friends.” It sounded harsh, but it was true. “If she’s gone out there on her own looking for Fred…if something’s happened to her, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t talk like that, Frank. I’m sure she’s fine. She’ll come home.”

“I’m gonna go drive around the neighborhood. If she comes by the house, call me.”

“Of course I will.”

“Thanks, Roberta. I owe you one.”

Without missing a beat, Roberta replied. “No charge.”

It occurred to him then that there was one place he hadn’t looked – the beach.

Frank stumbled into the car and shakily turned the key.

Even through his beer-tinted haze, he couldn’t see her anywhere. Mary’s voice repeated in his head as he drove.

“Slow down! Mom said never go to bed or drive angry.”

He wasn’t angry. He was anxious.

Turning down the winding lane that would eventually lead him to the beach, Frank felt a surge of adrenaline rip through his entire body. He gradually picked up speed. She was there. She had to be.

He was so caught up in his own trail of thought that he didn’t realize the car had started to sway. It was getting later. Darker.

It was starting to rain. The road was getting slicker by the second.

The blinding beam of oncoming headlights caught him off-guard.

He swerved.

The crunch of metal against metal echoed down the quiet lane.

Now he was sober.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Daddy!! P2

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE: BENNY X READER  RATING: ADORABLE

I pushed Jr's pram along the half-broken new york streets with Erica holding onto the handle too as we walked down the street passing many women who all awwed upon seeing the children. I pulled her close as we walked through some roadworks

"Househusband" Many of the men laughed as I walked

"Erica," I told her

"Yes daddy" she giggled putting her hands over her ears

"Fuck you cunt!" I yelled back at them "It's okay, princess" I told her petting her hair

"Daddy said the naughty word"

"I did. There are times to use them princess... but you shouldn't" I told her "And don't tell your mother"

"I won't. If we get ice cream"

"You are too smart sometimes" I laughed "You are far too much like your mother sometimes"

"I wanna be like daddy"

"Umm that's the problem. You are far too much like me, and too much of your mother, it's the area's it's in are the issue" I sighed as we arrived at the dentist office and instantly jr started squirming, he knew where he was and he didn't wanna be here

"No daddy! Ice cream first"

"No, I said dentist first"

"Dolly says you didn't"

"well dolly is a ragdoll and I am your human father, you listen to me"

"It's not fair! daddy doesn't have to go"

"that's because I'm a grown-up. I don't have to go to the dentist"

"Mummy says you do"

"Well, mummy says lots of things. Like we shouldn't put eggs in the fridge, that you can't feed a baby whiskey, that hot dogs are a sandwich and that I should shave"

"You should"

"see far too much like your mother" I sighed

"Are we gonna go in?"

".... Yes. But I have to remember what to say. Mummy does the talking to people nowadays"

"Why?"

"Because she's more adult than I am" I shrug having to lift the pram to get it in the place

"good morning" The woman on the desk smiled

"Morning, Benny Jr and Erica watts," I said trying to keep hold of Erica as she tried to run away while also trying to keep hold of jr so he didn't squirm out of his pram

"Excellent, to the left. wait till you called" she nodded

"Thanks, Owww! Fu- fudge. Jr do not bite daddy!" I yelped pushing them both along "You two aren't this fussy with your mother."

"That's because mummy's scary"

"she can be. when she gets mad" I laughed sitting down beside the toy box so the kids could play Erica just sat by my foot playing with her doll

"Daddy? can we play tea when we get home?" she asks

"Maybe princess. Daddy has work to do you know"

"Daddy wants to play his silly game"

"Ummm. daddy's silly game. you are a clone of your mother sometimes" I laughed

"I want daddy to play tea with me."

"Yes, princess. But you also want to paint daddy's nails and braid my hair and I am far too busy for any of that either"

"But I wanna"

"Yes and I want a cat but you're mothers not gonna let that happen either"

"Jr's allergic to cats"

"No, he isn't. we went walking and Jr happened to sneeze when we passed a cat and now your mother is convinced he's allergic"

"Watts?" A dentist said coming out of the little room

"That's us," I said having to pick her up as she wouldn't move on her own

"Nooo, daddy!! there gonna drill into my brains!" she yelled

"Erica. no dentist. No ice cream" I said and she gave in and walked in so I pushed jr in too

"Ice cream is very bad for your teeth," he said as we all got in

"Yeah you try rangling two kids here without their scary mother without promising ice cream," I told him

"Okay who's going to be big and brave and go first?" he asked

"Me! me! I wanna go forever and ever" I laughed picking jr up and he looked like he was gonna kill me for that

"Okay jr first" He laughed taking jr "His teeth are coming in great"

"I know" I sighed rubbing my hand where he bit me

"Has he got a teething ring?"

"He did, He threw it at his sister"

"all good as far as I can tell no need for anything else," he says handing him back "That means it's your turn, Erica"

"Go on, princess," I told her so she went and sat in the chair

"well all good, no issues," he told her which she happily ran back to sit with me "shall we get the next one sorted?" He asked

"Ohh no I'll leave that up to their mother she knows the uhhh schedule"

"Hummmm"

"Hum?"

"Mr watts it says you haven't been to the dentist in over six years?"

"..... that sounds true" I nodded sheepishly "it was Before erica was born I know that much. "

"How is that possible?"

"My wife forgets about me, and I hide in our house when she takes the children... usually. but she's back at work now"

"When was the last time you went to a dentist?"

"..... uhhhhhhh the last time my mother took me which I imagine was somewhere in 1954 after that she gave up taking me because I would fight her the whole way" I explained "No! actually I went to a dentist a week before I got married and got my teeth cleaned because she brassily ordered me to before we got married"

"Mr watts please sit on the chair"

"Uhhhh no thank you. you likely don't have time"

"If we have to daddy has to!" Erica yelled

"Fine. but you start drilling into my brain we are gonna have some problems" I warn him

"All done," He says letting me get up

"My mouth hurts... and I feel numb"

"yeah you wouldn't stop biting me"

"so that's where jr gets it from"

"Now little kiddos, for being so good you both get a lollipop," He told them handing them both a lollipop

"I wanna lollipop"

"You're an adult?"

"I want a Lollipop"

"Fine" He sighed giving me one too

"Thank you. Come on kids. we got other shopping to do" I told them "And then home because daddy needs... to regain mouth feeling"

I did the kids lunch and sat down with them feeding jr in his high chair giving Erica her lunch too "Come on eat your veggies Princess" I told her tapping her plate

"But their yucky daddy"

"if you don't eat your veggies you won't grow up big and strong," I told her "That's what mummy says isn't it Princess"

"Ohh" she says "is that why your not very big and strong daddy?" she smiled "Did you not eat your veggies?"

"Uhhh-" I said a little shocked unsure how to respond exactly

"There daddy, you need them more than I do" she smiled pushing them onto my plate and running off to play with her dolly, "Did you wanna come play daddy?"

"Alright, just five minutes" I sighed coming and sitting at her tiny table as she made some tea for us to have

"Daddy? Can I paint your fingers?" she giggled

".....fine. One hand" I sighed "But I get to pick what colours"

"YAY!" she smiled running off to get her little box, and she returned with her box of polishes "Would you like to be pink?"

"No. I would not like to be pink" I sighed "ohhh I can have black?"

"I could make you look like the board," she says

"What black and white?" I asked

"I can do that" she giggled

".... You know what alright"

I gave her my hand and I sat patiently as she painted my nails "Oohhh." I said as I looked at my nails three black and two white like a chessboard across my hand

"Please daddy!! can I do the other one" she says

"You know what fine, do the other hand" I shrug I did look stupid with one done, and I admit when they were done I did like them.

"I'm home My darlings!" Y/n smiled as she came in from work

"Hi honey" I smiled "Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked her

"Yes please, benny" she smiled "where are my babies" she giggled

"Jr's in his highchair and Erica is playing tea"

"Wh- Benny what happened to your hands?" she asks

"Erica painted my nails for me"

".... Hu."

"I kinda like them"

"I admit there well done"

"I know, she's good"

"You did good princess, you did a very good job of daddy's nails. maybe you can do his hair next?"

"Yay! I wanna do daddy's hair!"

"I'll think about it" I sighed

"Or maybe we should tie daddy down and do his make up all pretty"

"YAY!"

"No."

"Please" Erica whined

"No. you wanna do makeup you can do it on your mother"

"We'll see" Y/n smiled kissing me "Oohh... you taste different"

"Yeah I went to the dentist"

"Hu you should go more often" she smiled "I'll book you in more often, How did you do"

"Fine, Jr bit me, I have chess-themed nails, and I have never been so insulted, much less by my own children"

"So? are you happy to look after them again while I'm at work?"

"I will be perfectly happy to look after the children while you're at work darling" I smiled giving her a kiss and a cuddle "I do miss you though, while you're at work"

"I missed you to benny"

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Let's have another baby"

"When we get our little house benny. and not until" she smiled just and jr started crying

"I think that's your turn darling"

"Fine, then you can make dinner"

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

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These last two weeks have actually been nice. She and Adam had both mutually agreed that, despite not being the kind of person either of them would intentionally seek out on their own, Beetlejuice (she still has a hard time believing that’s what BJ stands for, but okay,) is fun. Not just fun, but funny, and seemingly often in the mood to laugh, in that overblown, Vincent Price horror movie way he does, which earns him multiple shushes in the library.

Drama club has gotten better. Barbara has a private theory that what most people need is to just get used to BJ, to spend enough time with him that he stops looking like an outsider, and it’s coming true, slowly, but finally. BJ had mentioned off-handedly he played ukulele, and when the other kids had expressed interest, he’d brought it with him the next day... Though she’s not quite sure where he kept it, the entire day. She’s seen that mess of a locker he’s got. She doubts it fits in there. And it can’t have been in his backpack, either, because every time he sets it down, she can hear what sounds like glass and rocks settling. She’s even seen him, after school, pick up a rock and shove it in one of the pockets. She has to assume his bag weighs a hundred pounds, or so.

His instrument, almost predictably, was painted with black and white stripes, but he’d played the little thing like a pro. She had never taken him for someone who enjoyed the mellow, soft sounds the ukulele was known for, but clearly, she doesn’t know enough about the boy. Miss Larson, the drama instructor, had clapped, and learned that BJ could read music, too. “Maybe while we’re practicing, you can accompany us?” She’d asked, clearly trying to work a way into getting more participation out of their newest member. BJ had been flustered, but had agreed, easily.

The wildest thing had been hearing him sing. They’d moved from being in the drama room, most days, to being in the auditorium, working on lines and practicing their singing. No one’s been officially cast, yet, but it’s mostly to get used to being on stage. Miss Larson had insisted that BJ sing a few lines for them, and he’d sort of made a face, ducked backstage, and had appeared with his ukulele in hand. Barbara didn’t even know he’d put it back there.

“Uh, so, sing what?” He’d shuffled awkwardly, and Miss Larson had smiled. “Whatever you feel,” to which BJ just snorted, and rolled his eyes, but then he plucked a few notes on his ukulele, and started to sing.

“There’s a camp, there’s a camp, by the frozen lake, wa wa ooh. With every belly starving and every finger numb, but up on the hill there’s a red, red rum, somebody’s always cooking something in the lean-to.”

It wasn't a song she’d recognized, but it was clearly morbid. She shouldn’t have expected anything different. The real focal point was his voice, his strange, scratchy pitch, because despite sounding like he gargles sandpaper and nails, he’s got a strong, clear tone, one that carries well, and as he sings, he doesn’t hit a single sour note. She also noted that his enunciation is much clearer when he’s singing, oddly enough. He sang as much as he decided he needed to, and clung to his ukelele as he finished, like a lifeline. “So. Yeah.” He’d said, and then flinched when the clapping started, from all members present, but especially her and Adam. He’d stood looking around at them all, utterly baffled.

“You didn’t tell us you would sing!” Jeremiah, the student director, was the one who looked the most enthused, and BJ balked. “Didn’t think it mattered. M’just gonna be a stagehand.. Right?”

“Maybe he could play the dentist?” Miss Larson had looked at Jeremiah, and they’d begun talking amongst themselves, ignoring him, as he strummed nervously at his instrument.

“Oh, wait, check this out!”

And he sings again, another verse from that same, oddly morbid song, which she’d started to pick up is definitely about cannibals, but his voice is.. Different. The grit is gone. It’s like he’d ran his vocal cords under some hot soapy water, and washed all the grime and gravel out of them, because he sang like an angel, like a normal person, and then, suddenly, devolved into a hacking cough, doubled over.

“Sorry, can only do that so long. Hurts my throat,” he said, after a moment, all the grit back in his voice. He waited. There had been a soft laugh, and then it grew louder, coming from each of the members watching him in turn, because the idea that speaking like THAT somehow hurts, and his normal tone doesn’t, is just so outrageous and silly, and he’d stood there proudly, grinning in that way he does, because his joke had landed, and he might, for the first time since he was forced into their club, be enjoying himself.

So, yes. The last few weeks have been good. Very good.

All that club progress aside, looking back makes her a little flustered, because at this point, she’s gotten the hint that he’s not gay. What he is, is incredibly flirty, not only with Adam but with her, and she finds herself... enjoying it. He keeps his ukulele tucked into the bottom of the cart in the library, and sometimes, when he’s certain he won’t be interrupted, he grabs it and sings little songs about them, laying on top of the cart like a drunk lounge singer on a piano, as she or Adam wheel it along. The songs are made up on the spot tunes that often start dirty, and end sincere, like he can’t even help it. It’s embarrassing, and endearing, and just very… Beetlejuice.

There’s just the problem lingering overhead, the one she’s desperate to solve, of Kevin. BJ doesn’t talk about him, abruptly changes the subject when she tries, or just goes silent, and gives her a hard glare with those amber eyes, which is the worst of the three options, because silence on him is unnerving. He can do this thing where he goes deathly still, and she swears he doesn’t even breathe, just stands there, totally unmoving, like a corpse.

She thinks if she could just go to his house, and talk to his mother, she might get a better understanding of the entire situation, but despite him inviting them, he’s never followed up, and both Adam and herself are too polite to push.. Directly. But then, he doesn’t show up that day, not for library duty and not for drama club, and she makes the decision for him, that today is the day they’ll be coming over. She gets his address out of the guidance counselor, easily. “It’s so sweet you two want to go check up on him,” Mrs. Birch says, sliding his address across her desk to Barbara. “I knew the drama club would be a good fit for him! He’s already making friends!”

Adam’s mom is nice enough to drop them off, and Adam, adorable, sweet Adam, stares delighted at the house, as they walk up the front steps. “It’s a tudor!” he tells her, and she sort of nods, not really knowing exactly what that means. “I’ve never seen one painted black and white, before. Usually those accents are a natural wood color,” and she rings the bell, as he goes on. The outside of the house matches BJ’s stripes, and she wonders if that’s coincidence, or if his parents just really, really love him. The door swings open, and then a chubby blur jumps away from their line of sight, startling her from her thoughts. “Beetlejuice?” Adam calls, concerned, and it takes a moment for their friend to reappear in the doorway, with a croaked out, “Sup?”

He looks terrible. He always looks a little terrible, as mean as that is to say, too pale and with purple spots under his eyes she chalks up to exhaustion, but he looks worse, today. It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d actually be sick.

“We just wanted to come by and see if you were okay,” she tells him, and BJ cocks his head so far to the side, he looks like he might fall over. “Why?” “Because.. We’re your friends,” Adam says, cautiously, which causes BJ to stare down at the checkered entryway tile.

“Oh.” He packs a lot of emotion into that little noise.

“Can we come in?” She asks, and he doesn’t look sure, rubbing at the back of his neck, but then next to him, in the doorway, appears what must be Mrs. Deetz. She’s on the tall side, slim, with blonde hair past her shoulders, and she’s wearing all black with lace accents. Even her stud earrings and the rings on her fingers are that same dark hue.

“Well, hello! BJ, invite your friends in!” She urges him, and then, to them asks, “You kids hungry? We’re just sitting down to dinner. It’s grilled cheese tower night,” and then she turns, and leaves them there, like that needs no explanation.

BJ fidgets a moment, but relents. “Come in, I guess,” he moves aside, and Adam and Barbara take a collective step into the Deetz household. The house is dark, not for lack of light, but for lack of color. The walls are paneling which Adam, delighted, says must be original, but they’ve been stained a dark shade of coffee, and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. When she does, she takes in how strangely eerie the place is. It’s less like someone’s home and more like a haunted house ride.

“Oh, you guys haven't taken down the Halloween décor, yet?” Adam asks, noting a cracked vase full of black roses on a side table as they follow BJ further in, and BJ snorts. “That crap? It's up in th’ attack. This is what passes for normal around here.” Barbara stops to stare at a picture of a distorted figure cannibalizing a smaller one. “Saturn Devouring His Son,” BJ says, briefly putting on a voice like a tour guide, high pitched and peppy, and both she and Adam wince. “What’s with you and cannibalism?” she asks, which only earns her that haunted laugh in response.

The kitchen, at least, looks a little more normal and bright, but Barbara learns quickly that’s not to be trusted, because sitting on the counter is what looks to be a lasagna made from sandwiches and sauce. “You guys are here on a night Emily had to cook. Bad luck,” BJ tells them, and it takes her a moment to realize he’s talking about his mother. Does he use her first name?

Emily, or, Mrs. Deetz, her mind corrects politely, busies herself with dishing them both a plate. “So, you kids must be.. Adam and Barbara,” she says, knowingly, and BJ, perhaps embarrassed, shuffles his bare feet at nothing. He’s been talking to his mom about them… aww. She notices then that he’s in his pajamas, which are, like everything else he wears, eccentric. He looks cute. She realizes she’s staring, and BJ catches her eye, and wiggles his eyebrows at her. Oh, god.

“We’re sorry for dropping by unannounced, Mrs. Deetz,” Adam says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and Mrs. Deetz waives that off. “It’s totally fine. BJ’s never taken a sick day, before, I bet you probably thought he was faking. You kids can call me Emily. And that, of course, is Lydia.” She gestures to the nine year old scrutinizing them from the kitchen table.

“Hello again,” Barbara says, and Lydia gives her a smile, at least, but it's wary, it’s very, “I’ve got my eyes on you.” It’s strange to see from a little kid.

They all sit down to eat, all five of them, at the kitchen table, she and Adam settled across from BJ and Lydia. Adam squints, trying to read what’s on the other boy’s shirt. “What does that say?” he asks, and BJ glances down, and pulls the top taught, to make it easier to read. “Least exciting hole I’ve ever been in,” both boys say, at the same time. “Grand Canyon National Park.” Barbara and Adam both blush at that, and Mrs.. Emily, Emily just laughs. Lydia looks annoyed. “No one will explain to me what that means,” she tells Barbara, leaning closer to her, and almost looking hopeful. Barbara avoids that look. “It’s a dirty joke,” is all she says, and Lydia, clearly not satisfied, just takes a bite of her grilled cheese abomination. “Chuck hates this shirt,” BJ tells them. “Chuck?” “Chuck, Chuckster, Chuckles, Charles.. My dad,” he grates out. Barbara can’t imagine calling her father by his first name. She’d be in a world of trouble for being “disrespectful,” if she tried. “Is Mr. Deetz home?” Adam asks, and Lydia is the one to reply, mouth still a little too full.

“He’s at the office. He’s always working so fucking late,” Lydia says, and then lets it settle in the air, like she’s waiting for something. Barbara balks, and it feels like her eyes are bulging out of her head, because she’s never heard that kind of language from a nine year old. She glances at Emily nervously, waiting for her to blow up, to be angry, but Emily just seems to be in deep thought.

“I dunno about that one, Lyds,” Mrs. Deetz finally says, and Lydia puffs up her chest and tries again. “He’s always working so god damn late?” She looks to her mother, and Emily, finger on her chin, nods. “Yeah, alright. I hereby decree that Lydia Deetz, at the age of nine and a half, is allowed to say god damn.” Lydia pumps her fist and then takes another huge mouthful of grilled cheese casserole. “Bout fuckin’ time,” BJ grunts. Barbara thinks the Deetz family might all be whack jobs. there's more, a lot more, but tumblr can't handle it all, so read this chapter in full over on Ao3!

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Form A Family Of Our Own

Just silliness and fluff and lots of romance and attempts at humour here, and absolutely no angst. You’re welcome! It’s a continuation to the Timari Soulmates Secret Santa I created for @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry, though I’m just skipping things in the chronological order (aka the BartAdrien reveal but we all knew that was going to happen so it’s fine. This is also my Maribat March day 9, Sleepover at the same time. Have fun!

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 2

This is Maribat -- don’t like; don’t read

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“Does everyone have everything they need? No one needs to use Mari to use the puppy eyes to get Dick to go to the store?”

Marinette laughed at Tim’s words while the others shook their heads. They had checked they had everything at least thrice already, it wasn’t going to change no matter how many times he wanted them to make sure of it. When Tim still didn’t look convinced, Marinette simply grabbed his wrist and stroked the skin with her thumb to help him calm down, just like he sometimes did for her.

After all, touching your soulmate’s mark would always be a comforting feeling.

Tim’s shoulders slumped a little as he relaxed before he turned to her and smiled gently. Marinette recognised this as a silent thank you, and so she beamed in response.

“Are we ready to ruin everyone else’s day now?” Conner then asked, leaning against the doorframe. He seemed to be trying to look relaxed and not in the least excited for this, but they all knew better, considering he seemed to be itching to go do just that.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got the cameras and the scavenger lists. Two teams of three, soulmates in the opposite—” Cassie began, but after she got the puppy face from both Bart and Adrien, she sighed in resignation. “Fine, soulmates in the same team. This is why I’m not supposed to look at either of them while giving orders. Damn it.”

Tim rolled his eyes. All of their friends were idiots (“Like you aren’t as well,” an accusing voice said in his head, and it was a bit concerning how much it sounded like Marinette), but they were also the best — Tim wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I love how the rule is supposed to be ‘no metas in Gotham’, but we’re getting like three metas and two that technically count as metas because Miraculous coming anyway to the home of the one that actually originally set said rule in place,” Adrien mused, remembering what he’d been told at some point after the reveal. And after they had already met Cassie.

Marinette let out an amused laugh. “Oh yeah. Anyway. Could someone please get our bags to the Manor so we can just start with the scavenger hunt?”

“On it!”

There was a flash as all their bags, Conner and Bart disappeared and Cassie took out a clock. She watched it tick for a few seconds before she lifted her gaze again to find her missing friends. “You’re slow. It took you two nearly ten seconds. We’re not even outside the city boundaries, boys.”

“Well, fuck you too, we were carrying five bags each because some of us don’t know how to pack small.”

Cassie simply flipped Conner off before she handed him a scavenger list. “You wanna be with Tim and Mari or Bart and Adrien? I’m fine with either one, just decide fast.”

“Bart. And Adrien, I guess.”

“HEY! ”

Idiots, the lot of them.

It didn’t take them long to sort out into teams and get to the centre of the city. Mari, Tim and Cassie stood on one side, looking down at the people that were all a lot taller than them. Mari cocked her hips and tilted her head, her dark blue sundress following the movement.

“Oh, you’re going down, Chaton.”

“I don’t think so, Buginette — I’m not sacrificing my win even if I’d sacrifice my life for you.”

“Okay, too far too soon, go away.”

Their lists were as followed:

Ask a cashier for the nutritional value of an inedible thing

Act like a stranger were famous and ask for their autograph

+1 if you can get them to take a picture with you

Offer a stranger a penny for their thoughts

Ask a stranger to sign your petition against the euthanasia of rabid puppies

+1 if you can get them to sign your palm

Lie in the grass next to a road and pretend to be making snow angels

Ask the opposite gender if they believe in fate

Ask a stranger where the closest local Christmas festival is

+1 if/when they say they don’t know, ask them how else do they appease the gods

Ask if you can get a discount on a thing that costs less than a dollar

+1 if you pronounce it horribly wrong

+1 if you buy the product with pennies

Ask a stranger if they have seen your cat and proceed to describe a full-grown tiger

Knock on someone’s door and sing them a Christmas song

+1 if the person is a stranger

+1 if you sing Frozen’s Let It Go after you’ve said you’re going to sing a Christmas song

Fake a cheesy proposal in a public place

Ask a cashier if dentists recommend using a toothbrush

Ask a cashier if they have healthy cigarettes

+1 if they say no, you yell “you’re lying” and run away dramatically

Ask a stranger if they can see anyone and point to an empty spot

“You’ve got two hours. The clock starts now,” Tim announced, set an alarm in their group chat so everyone would hear, and then they were all running to get things done.

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“Alright, Bart, go on. You’re the first.”

“You’re not allowed to complain if you wanted to do the same thing, then.”

“Remember, if it involves talking with someone, you can’t be going on your own pace, especially not with a civilian! The camera won’t be able to catch it!”

“Well, your cameras suck!”

With a blink, Bart was standing in front of a door and knocked on it. Adrien, who was right behind Kon, had to contain his laughter somehow because he knew that to Bart whoever lived there was taking ages, even if it was less than a minute — and thus bearable — to him.  

When the door was finally opened, Bart immediately started speaking. “Hello, are you interested in hearing Christmas carols?”

“...In the middle of the summer?”

“I know what I said.”

“Uh, no thank you. Have a nice day.”

Bart returned to them pouting. “They didn’t even give me a chance. I’m not that horrible of a singer,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

Adrien took Bart’s hand in his own and pressed a light kiss on his fingers. “Don’t worry, we still have plenty of time, and I doubt it was because of your singing voice. It’s just a weird thing to ask this time of the year. Try again.”

He did. Fortunately for Bart, the next-door neighbour opened their door much faster than the previous one.

“Hiya, are you interested in hearing Christmas carols?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess. Sure, go ahead.”

And then Bart proceeded to sing Let It Go off-key. The person listening to him even applauded his singing and gave him a candy (that Kon forced him to throw away or at least not eat until Tim could do a check up on it in case someone was trying to poison him or something. The Bat paranoia was getting to all of them.) It was fun.

“So, three points for us. That was a great start, Bart!” Adrien said, checking the boxes on the list. “You did film it, right Kon?”

“Obviously. I wouldn’t accidentally not. Hold the camera, Adrien. We’re going to a shop now and annoy the heck out of everyone. Tim is so not going to be happy when he realises some of us might get banned from the shop forever,” he snickered.

“I’m already feeling sorry for the employees.”

“At least we aren’t about to be assholes, really.”

“No, just weird as hell. Maybe they’ll get a story or two to tell others and discuss in the break room when they’re talking about the weirdest and worst customers they’ve had.”

“Do they really do that?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Damn.”

It didn’t take them too long to arrive at the store. Adrien and Bart went in first, pretending to be actually considering buying something when Kon came in and looked around for a moment. Then he walked to an unsuspecting employee. “Excuse me, do you have any of those clairvoyance foes? I was thinking of getting one.”

“I must ask you to repeat what you asked for, sir, I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch it,” the woman working said.

“It’s alright. I meant classical woes.”

“I’m so sorry, sir, I must say I don’t understand what exactly you mean by that.”

“Clarification folds, miss.”

“Oh, do you perhaps mean classification folders?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“...Of course, sir. Yes, we do have those. Do you want me to show you where they are, or would you like me to just point you in the correct direction, sir?”

“If you could show me where they are, that would be great.”

“Of course, sir. This way.”

The woman led him through the shop as Kon glanced behind himself and saw Adrien following them from a safe distance. Bart looked like he was practically vibrating, like he wanted to do something, but all he could do was jerking aborted movements. Actually, scratch that, he probably was vibrating. Of course.

“Here they are. Is there anything else I could help you with?”

“Is it possible to get a discount on these?”

“I— I’m afraid not, sir, but they’re only a dollar so…”

“That’s fine. Thank you for your help anyway.”

“It was no problem.”

Once the woman was gone, Adrien and Bart walked to him. “Oh my kwami, I pity her so much. I’m genuinely sorry she had to deal with you and I’m kind of considering going to find her and give her a tip for dealing with you,” Adrien snorted after he cut off the filming. “I don’t even care that’s not a custom in stores, I still want to do it.”

Bart laughed. “I’m gonna go do just that if you give me some money.”

Adrien did. He gave him twenty dollars. He could almost feel Wayzz shaking his head at the two of them even despite the fact Wayzz was with Marinette at the very moment.

“I hope you’re ready to keep recording cuz I ain’t done yet,” Kon said, earning an eye roll from Adrien.

“Sure. Let’s do this.”

Adrien kept his distance while they were walking to the checkout, Bart appearing next to him at some point. Adrien bumped his shoulder against Bart’s to express he knew he was there, the act soon returned. A smile made its way to his lips. They only started paying attention to what Kon was doing when they heard him speaking to the cashier.

“Excuse me, mister, but what is the nutritional value of this thing?”

“I’m sorry to inform you, but folders aren’t edible.”

“I am aware. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t have nutritional value.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what it is, sir. I’d only be able to find out if they had given me a list, but unfortunately, they did not.”

“Oh, alright. Well, I’d like to purchase it anyway.”

“That makes one dollar.”

“Sure, wait a second.”

Kon pulled out his wallet and went through his money, counting it silently and quickly. Then he offered the cashier a handful of coins — all of them pennies. The disbelieving face on the cashier’s face, as he started counting, was miserable and a little sad to see, but no helping it now. Thankfully the product only cost a dollar, it didn’t take him that long to do it.

After paying, he went back to the end of the line, waited it, and asked the same person if they had healthy cigarettes. The cashier looked rather resigned at that point but stayed polite and told him that no, they didn’t have those because those didn’t really exist, and “are you sure you’re old enough in the first place?”

Kon gasped loudly. “You’re lying!” he yelled and ran dramatically out. The other customers didn’t even pay attention to him as if it was just another day. It probably was. This was Gotham, after all. Bart and Adrien made their way out behind him, slipping a twenty-dollar bill to the man behind the checkout and quickly apologised he had to deal with that, “please accept this.”

Then they were out and laughing, even if still feeling bad for doing it.

“Mari would kill me if she had to see that, honestly. She used to do this at their bakery and god, the stories she sometimes tells me,” Adrien said, shaking his head. “I hope that paying for them for suffering because of us was good enough. I don’t really know what else I could have done to compensate for having to deal with us.”

“No one does!” Bart told him before he snatched the camera from him. “Go on, your turn, Sunflower!”

The nickname was kind of fitting — blond hair and being a bit taller than Bart tended to do that. Adrien blushed a little at the pet name and then forced himself to get his thoughts back on the trail.

He buried his head in his hands before taking a look at the list. Then he grinned, getting a wonderful idea. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hurt anyone by doing it. If he was lucky (for once, considering he was the Bad Luck incarnated), he would end up finding someone who would ake it more as a joke.

Stopping someone who didn’t look like she was in any hurry, Adrien asked, “Excuse me, but do you believe in fate?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?” she responded. Adrien visibly slumped in relief.

“Oh thank god.”

“...What is it.”

“My soulmate and I were just arguing about it a second ago and I needed a new opinion. Now I can tell him he’s very very wrong, and that we clearly belong together ”

The girl looked at him like he was a ghost. For a second, Adrien was afraid he’d hurt her feelings and was ready to apologise, but then she burst out laughing and doubled over.

“Oh my god. That’s wonderful and so hilarious! God, I was afraid you were about to flirt with me, dude, but that’s so much better. I wish you and your soulmate the best of luck. Buy him his favourite food, maybe he’ll then accept that you’re meant to be,” she said smiling and winked. Then she punched him lightly in the arm. “Go on, dude, your perfect happy ending is waiting for you!”

Adrien could feel a wide smile spread on his face. “Thanks, I will! You go get your happy ending as well, whether you’ll find it in a passion, person or a pet!” They exchanged numbers and names (her name was Zoanne, and Adrien had a feeling they’d become good friends over time), both excited about it, and parted in good spirits. Adrien waved to her as he walked to where Bart was staring at them.

Once he actually paid attention to how both Conner and Bart looked like (staring at him, Conner not even focusing on the camera), he tilted his head and arched his eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Duuuudde.”

“What?”

“Only you. Only you could make a friend while doing a scavenger hunt task and basically also pranking her. Wow.”

Adrien just shrugged. He wondered how the girls and Tim were doing.

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Tim was the only one of them who still had any sense of shame or embarrassment at this point (and they’d already completed most of the points on the list between the two young women), but he was determined to win and actually do something for the win as well so he wouldn’t be able to care. Soon enough, he was walking up to a stranger as Marinette was filming.

“Excuse me, miss, but have you seen my cat? She’s a sweetheart and I lost her when I was out with my friends.”

“Oh, you have a cat? I’m sorry, I don’t think so, but what does she look like? I could try to pay attention in hopes to see her later.”

“She’s a beautiful orange with white in her face, chest, belly and the underside of her tail, she’s about this tall,” he put his hand at about his waist, “and she’s got a lot of black stripes. Also, she’s a bit loud when she decides she wants to talk, but it’s not that bad.”

The woman backed off slowly as he was talking with a concerned look on her face. She was gone before Tim finished talking.

Marinette shook her head fondly and placed the camera in Tim’s hands as he returned. “Have fun trying not to laugh behind the camera!”

She wondered around like she was looking for something worriedly. When someone came to ask her what was wrong, she internally congratulated herself.

“Well, Monsieur, I was looking for the nearest local Christmas festival. Do you know where one might be?” she asked, looking innocently at him. ���I really do need to find one, preferably close.”

“In July? Yeah, I don’t think I know where one would be at this time of the year.”

Marinette adopted a horrified expression on her face. “But— But— How do you appease the gods you might have angered, then?”

“The what?”

“The gods, obviously.”

“What gods?”

“Those,” she said and pointed behind the man. When the man turned around, he was greeted by the violet eyes of the fox god of mischief and trickery as well as the orange eyes of the pink tiger goddess of stealth and the brown eyes of the small but way too enthusiastic monkey god of jubilation. On any other occasion, she wouldn’t let civilians see kwamii, but this was an exception and she had Wayzz hide them from the view of every other person that didn’t know of their existence already, so it was fine. The most likely case was, the man would forget about meeting the kwamii or think of it as a hallucination of sorts later on.

When the man looked back to where Marinette had been, she was already gone. It was too much fun to mess with people a little bit. She knew the kwamii would be following her and perfectly capable of keeping themselves hidden when she told them so, so she didn’t worry about them.

Cassie snickered as Tim signed she was done filming. “That was amazing. I’ll go next!”

She walked to another stranger, Tim and Mari following her from a distance. Tim already had his camera recording. “Oh my god!” she gasped when she noticed a young person standing alone at the corner of a clothing shop. “It’s you! God, I never thought I’d meet you in real life!” When she ran to them and jumped a little as though she was excited, she also let out a squeal.

The person looked at her weirdly. “Excuse me? Have we met?”

“No, but now we have and it’s the most amazing thing! I’m such a huge fan. Can I please have your autograph? I want to show all my friends I met you!”

“Uhh…. Sure.”

Cassie handed them a piece of paper and a pen (which, where did she even get them?) and watched in anticipation as they wrote their name on it. Then she pulled out her phone. “Could I take a selfie with you? Please? I’m not going to put it all over the social media if you want to keep your whereabouts private, but I just want a picture.”

The person seemed to be already done with her, and probably guessed that this was the quickest way to get rid of her. They agreed and crouched a little to fit in the same picture easily. Cassie did a little peace sign, acting her role of an enthusiastic fan with all her heart. It took Tim and Mari their everything to keep from laughing.

When Cassie returned to them, flipping her hair, Tim handed her the camera. “Film this as closely as you can,” he said in passing and walked where there were as many people as possible, to the park nearby, Marinette and Cassie following in his wake. When Marinette was close enough, he made his way to her and swiped strands of hair behind her ear.

“Marinette, my dear, I love you more than anything in this world, you know that, right?” At Marinette’s slow but still a little confused nod, he continued. “I’ve thought about this long and hard, and I’ve decided I would like to take the next big step in our relationship,” he said loud enough for the people nearby to hear.  

“Every time I look in your eyes, I get a peaceful feeling. When I am around you, everything seems perfect. I promise that I will always be there for you in whatever you do and support you in ups and downs as long as I live. You give my life meaning and make it worth living. You’re the shoulder I can always trust to be there for me to lean on when I need it, you’re the one who I can always count on to be by my side. You were made for me, and I was made for you, and no matter what our souls are made of, mine and yours are the same.” Tim took a deep breath and looked at Marinette, whose eyes seemed to be glimmering as she bit her lip.

“In case you ever foolishly forget this one truth, let me declare it out loud for you, in front of all these people who are here to witness this: I am always thinking about you. I want to form a family of our own with you. Your words are written on my skin for the world to see who I belong to, a reminder for you should you ever doubt it. Feel free to doubt this world — doubt the stars are fire; Doubt that the Sun does move; doubt the truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. I certainly have never had even a moment’s doubt of that. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. You’re the answer to all those lonely prayers at night when I wished for someone to be there one day, and every day I thank God or Fate or whoever gave me you that you’re here now.”

By then Marinette was openly crying and she had covered her mouth with her hands, but Tim kept on going. He was not done, and he was determined to make this proposal the cheesiest he possibly could. As the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, people were bound to notice, and he only had one shot at it. “And I will love you against all odds in this world. Let me defy fate, let me defy stars. Let me defy everyone and anyone who may deny love, who may deny our love. Above all, you are my love, you are my stars, you’re my galaxy.” Tim lowered himself on the ground, now on one knee in front of his soulmate, his Marinette. He produced a ring box from his pocket and held it open for her. “So, as my best friend and the love of my life, will you be my one and only or my everything?”

“Are you— Is this for real?” Marinette whispered, tears glimmering on her eyelashes and staining her cheeks. Tim nodded, biting his lip. He knew it was one of the things on the scavenger list, so he hoped Marinette wouldn’t take this as only one of them.

Marinette swallowed and smiled brightly. “Yes!” she breathed out and fell on her knees next to Tim, not really caring if the action had her scrape her knees. Tim placed the ruby ring with a diamond halo on her ring finger and pressed a kiss on her fingers before Marinette lost her patience, cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.

When they broke apart, they could hear the cheering of the crowd. Tim looked to the side to Cassie who gave him a thumbs-up, the camera still in hand, probably recording as well. Bart, Conner, Adrien and the entire family, as well as Jagged and Penny, were all standing behind them. Thank god he’d half-planned this and told them to get themselves over there at a specific time and to stay behind Cassie so they wouldn’t bother or distract him.  

Adrien just ran to Marinette once they locked eyes and hugged her, congratulating her for the engagement. Bart slapped Tim’s back and did the same. When Tim got nothing from Conner, he raised his eyebrow because there was no way Conner stayed quiet about this without a very good reason.

“What is it.”

“Well. Technically, this can’t be counted as a point since you didn’t fake a proposal.”

“Fuck off.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Go away you overgrown toddler with too many leather jackets.”

“That’s such a creative insult you’ve got there, Timmy. Sounds like you had it memorised, even. How long have you been waiting for a time to use it?”

Tim just stuck out his tongue at Kon as Marinette and Cassie laughed at them.

Kwami, did Mari love her friends (and fiancé — she was never getting over being able to call him that.)

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“Alright. We gotta do something that is like, something people do at actual sleepovers,” Cassie announced as she flopped down on the mattress they had dragged into the biggest guestroom in the Manor they could find. The mattresses were all in a circle around their snacks so that it would be easy for them to talk and eat. Two of the mattresses were also bigger so Marinette could share with Tim and Bart could share his with Adrien. “I don’t know, like, trade secrets or gossip or… Oh, I know! Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”

The sly smirk on Cassie’s face did little to assure Mari or Tim this was a safe idea, but they were going to do it anyway, weren’t they.

“You did bring the shot glasses, didn’t you, Kon? Get them out, like, now. We gotta do this properly! And Adrien, you got the tequila, right? Please tell me it’s not flavoured.”

Adrien took out the bottles from his bag. “They are flavoured. Coconut, mango and chipotle.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Marinette saw it as a good moment to butt in. “Yeah, that works. Tim, choose the flavour.” She looked at her beloved next to her, poking his side when he didn’t answer.

“Huh? Oh. Uh, mango?”

“Alright, we’re going with that then. Adrien, can you please open the bottle?”

He did, and the game began. To the surprise of exactly no one, Cassie was the one to start. “Never have I ever ‘cleaned up’ by piling everything into a closet or pushing everything under my bed.”

She smiled as Tim, Bart and Marinette reached for the bottle with various states of grumbling, filling their glasses and downing them.

This evening was definitely going to end with them drunk. The only reason some of them wouldn’t be was if they were simply damn tolerant, which was basically what all of them except for Tim were — Adrien and Marinette because of the long use of the miraculous, Cassie because she was half goddess and technically an Amazon, Bart simply because of his fast digestion (damned Speedster), and well. Kon was Kon.

This was not going to end well, now was it.

“Alright, I’ll go next. Never have I ever lied to a police officer,” Adrien said. Marinette looked at him like he was crazy before it turned sour as she reached out for the bottle once again at the same time as the rest of them did. “Wait, how have you all lied to a police officer?”

“Well, Kitty, it might be because half of the police officers were corrupt in Paris during Papillon's time of reign, and it was simply safer. That's one thing. A better question would be, how have you never lied to a police officer?”

Tim rested his head on Marinette’s shoulder as he explained his own reasoning. “Then there's the fact my brother happens to be a police officer. I've totally lied to him multiple times. Same with Commissioner Gordon at least once or twice.”

The rest of them nodded along. “Yup, lied to Nightwing, which means, lied to Police Officer Grayson. No regrets, 5/5, would recommend, he's too much of a mother hen sometimes,” Cassie stated.

It was probably good she stated it then and not a minute later, because only a moment after that, the door flew open and Jason marched in. Marinette and Tim buried their heads in their hands or the mattress, Adrien just shook his head, and the three others were staring at Jason like this was somehow that much of a surprise. A minute later, a mattress was pushed inside the room as well.

“Hey kids!” he yelled as he settled in and had Cassie, and Bart and Adrien move themselves away from one another so he could push his mattress between them.

“Jason, what are you doing here.”

The deadpan question shot at him was said in a tone with such an irritated undertone that Jason mock-winced.

“Well. Our dick of a brother—” Jason motioned at himself and Tim, “—sent me here to be a babysitter for a bunch of kids over the fragile age of 21.”

“Dick! ”

Dick looked inside from the door and immediately got thrown pillows at. He scrunched up his nose and looked at them with disappointment. That got him six disappointed eyes staring at him from around the room. “Well, you can’t actually blame me! There are two couples sleeping in the same room and oh my god also on the same mattresses and I am worried and concerned and this is my safety measure to make sure we get no babies after this night.”

“You do know Tim and I are getting married, right?”

“Precisely, you just made my point.”

“Besides, we wouldn’t do it in the same room with these guys anyway, and also Bart and Adrien can’t get children because neither has a womb?”

“Still.”

Marinette sighed. “Fine. As long as you stay away for the rest of the night. At least Jace could be fun. You, instead, are not fun when you’re trying to mother hen us at the same time.”

“Rude much.”

“Now go or I’ll throw you with Jace.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would, and I could, in the transformed form anyway. I’ve thrown Chaton across the city, don’t test me.”

Dick huffed and closed the door. Jason laughed at Marinette’s words and patted her head after reaching towards her a little bit, over all their snacks and food.

“So, whatcha doin’? Drinking games?”

“Yeah. Never have I ever. You in?”

“Am I in? Oh, definitely. You couldn’t stop me even if you tried.”

“Sounds like trouble. I’m already regretting letting him in.”

A chorus of “same” echoed around the room.

“Alright, so…” Kon looked around the room before his eyes landed on Tim and a smirk tugged on his lips. “Never have I ever sneaked out of my house in the middle of the night alone.”

Tim frowned and drank a new shot. Marinette sighed, elbowed Adrien and took the bottle from Tim’s hands.

“Okay, Pixie, explain. You, sneakin’ out of the house, let alone in the middle of the night? Impossible.”

“Nuh-uh. Need I remind you, Ladybug. Papillon hardly cared about our sleeping schedule. Had to sneak out at night multiple times to save the city. Same with Adrien.”

Adrien nodded, agreeing with her. “‘S not like we had a choice in the matter, it was our sleep or the safety and lives of over two million people. Ga-bitch didn’t leave us much of a choice.”

It was Tim’s turn to interrupt. “And how have you never sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night? You, Mr. ‘I do whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want, fuck Batman’?”

“Well, with B it was easier to sneak away when it was the middle of the day and he thought I was somewhere else, and in the Alley, it was safer to either stay inside or stay outside through the night, not both. Also, no house to sneak out of at one point.”

“Oof.”

“Never have I ever died,” Tim shot with a pointed look at his brother and his best friends. Yeah, he was still a little bitter even if it technically wasn’t their fault, so sue him.

“Low blow, dude,” Adrien said as he downed the glass. Marinette shuffled next to him and the next thing he saw was her stealing Adrien’s newly filled shot glass.

He was, least to say, shocked when he saw everyone take a shot, his fiancée included.

“Akumas. To be exact, Desperada and Time Breaker, at the very least. Probably some others too. He’s never been that good at not dying, and there was one time when he had to witness me die like, 25 thousand times.”

“25,913 times, Buginette.”

“Sorry, 25,913 times. He saw me die that many times, and I remember exactly none of them. He probably remembers most.”

“Holy shit.”

After everyone had had time to think over it and let the realisation that two out of their three sunshines had died god knows how many times and had had to witness one another die as many times sink in, Jason simply grabbed the chipotle vodka and took a few gulps. “I need more alcohol to deal with this” had been his explanation, and when he’d been told he’d die if he drank too much, no one realised the mistake until it was too late, because…

“Been there, done that.”

Cue them groaning and hiding their faces in their pillows all the while Jason just laughed.

“Okay, back to the game. Never have I ever been related to a supervillain.”

“Fuck you too Jason.”

Both Conner and Adrien took a shot as they glared at Jason, and Kon gave him the finger.

The rest of the game went in the same style. Everyone was flabbergasted at how many times both Adrien and Marinette had to drink. Those happened with, for example, Bart’s question of drinking before the age of 21 (“We grew up in France, he was a rich ass bitch, what else did you expect? Besides, legal drinking age is 18 there.”), Jay’s of whether someone had peeked at another person in the shower (“Well, I suppose it could be called that. Chaton pretended to be in the shower every time I came over during an Akuma that came for his or Gabritch’s head, nevermind the fact he always had clothes on. It’s not like I knew.”), Cassie’s “never have I ever fantasized about a real person” (“I mean, I was a teenager with a huge crush on Ladybug…” “Gross, Chaton, gross.” “Don’t try and deny having a crush on me as well.” “Well, fuck you too.” “I think I’ll leave that for your fiancé.” “Oh my god, Adrien.”) It just went on and on.

After a few hours of different things, such as hide and seek in the dark (it went as expected — Adrien won. Damn that night vision of his even in civilian form), truth and dare (they were all superheroes or vigilantes, there was hardly anything they wouldn’t say or do in relatively safe company, especially when they were at least tipsy), strip poker (this one Adrien lost because he couldn’t stop making puns, Bart came second last because he couldn’t keep a straight face (“Well, it’s not like anything else about me is straight either.”), which, to everyone’s surprise, Marinette won (“Whaatt? I had to get really creative and good at bluffing during school and Papillon, why is this so shocking to you all?”). They stopped when the next thing to go would’ve been someone’s underwear), and they were definitely glad to finally just lie down and rest.

Then Adrien’s phone went off. He surged out from under the covers and unlocked his phone. In the darkness of the room, the phone lit up his face rather well. He was smiling. Bart pushed the covers aside and sat up next to Adrien.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Texting to a friend.”

“Oh, is that your new friend? The one you met while scavenging?” Bart sounded excited and got closer to be able to see the messages. Adrien just placed his phone so that Bart could see them more easily.

“Yeah, it is.”

Marinette sat up as well. Smiling, she asked, “Oh, you made a friend while scavenging? That’s so wonderful, though only you, Kitty. Only you could manage to do that.”

“Kon said the same thing right after it.”

“Of course he did. What’s her name?”

“Zoanne.”

Beside Marinette, Tim went still and paled. He swallowed audibly and forced himself to look at Adrien. “Do you know her surname?”

“Yeah, it’s Wilkins. Why?”

Tim buried his face in Marinette’s knees and thighs, whining. “Oh god. Kill me now, please. Maybe borrow the Cat Miraculous to do it. Or Jason’s guns.”

“Why? What happened?”

“She’s my ex and I might’ve left her in rather an unfortunate situation.”

Adrien stared at him. Then frowned. Then honest to god scowled. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

“Oh my god, Adrien swore.”

“She’s dating again, by the way. Some girl named Ariana.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“Fuck.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him. “Let me guess. You also dated Ariana.”

“Yeah.”

An amused sigh fell of Marinette’s lips as she stroked Tim’s hair. “You’re hopeless.”

Tim scrunched up his nose. “No, I’m not.”

Marinette gave him a look.  

“Okay, yeah, I am. Please kill me now. I can’t have you two be friends with nearly all my exes.”

“What do you mean nearly all your exes?”

“Cassie and Steph, and considering Adrien is friends with Zoanne, you’ll probably be soon too, and I’m sure you’re going to call Ariana your friend soon enough as well.”

“You’re forgetting I’m also friends with Tam.”

“Fuck.”

Jason just snorted. “Fuck, Babybird, you’ve got a ton of exes, and your fiancée and her best friend are friends with like, all of them. Damn.”

“Shut up, Jay.”

The next morning, both Tim and Jason were hungover, and Adrien and Marinette could definitely feel themselves having drunk the night before.

They thanked the kwamii they didn’t need to suffer as many or horrible consequences for the drinking and bought and or baked a ton of food for Plagg and Tikki.

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[letsperaltiago]

baby, your love is gonna change me

In which Jake and Amy spend the night they find out they're pregnant expressing just how much they love each other and talk to their future baby for the first time (Oneshot following the events of s07e07 ‘Ding Dong’)

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An indescribable surge of adrenaline mixed with what could very well be an overdose of endorphins sends his body into an euphoria-like trance the second she confirms his whispered, afraid of it all being a dream, question: they’re indeed having a baby.

Exactly as just how indescribable the pain of hopelessly trying without results had been, equally indescribably incredible was this moment of reaching the mountain top to finally feel the past months of struggling paying off. No other feeling could possibly outdo the current feeling of holding his wife so close knowing that life, life which they’d created together, was growing inside of her at this very moment.

His emotions were obviously as well as shamelessly out of control and it showed. The second Amy pulled back from the embrace, she was to be snatched back into what this time would be a tender kiss connoting hands holding and stroking her waist, occasionally drifting off to caress their baby’s temporary home. Meanwhile her thumbs took care of erasing the trace of tears on his face, where the cupping of her hands fit perfectly around his jaws and cheeks.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in between steady clashing of their lips, feeling her smile against him.

“I love you too. So much, Jake.”

Not much else was needed nor said that night except for sounds of love in the form of whimpered declarations of love in-between clashing of bare skin and entangled limbs, until the culmination the evening’s events, emotional as well as physical, surmounted its climax in its final form as erratic thrusts and cries of pleasure.

Then, apart from their heavy breathing, total silence swallowed the deflating rush of coming down: him collapsed on top of her with his now messy, from passionate clawing and pulling, sweaty curls and head atop her chest. Of course, as she knew he loved it and so did she, Amy let her shaky fingers come up to play with said curls only making them even more of a mess although just that more enticing to look at through half-shut eyes hiding behind drowsy lids.

There was barely enough time to catch their breaths, properly that is, both of them still very clearly heaving for air that wasn’t heavy with the smell and feel of sex, before Jake decided to use his last remaining strength to switch back to a hovering position above his wife.

“What are you doing?” her words were laced with an aroused giggle.

“I’m-“ he let a long, tender kiss to her collarbone interrupt him before pulling back only to kiss her jaw leaving his lips in the same spot when continuing to mumble - this time into her golden, clammy skin, “-going to give our baby a proper first hello.”

In no way, in this world or another, could Amy Santiago’s heart repress the swelling triggered by this comment showing her just how right Jake Peralta was for her. The decision to build a life with him, though it been taken very unconsciously since he had his ways of just naturally slip imperfectly perfectly into the depth of every crook of her life , had never felt more perfect than in that moment where he, even time after time, showered her and their little, now growing, family with love and adoration.

“Do you really want your child’s first impression of you to be you very much naked and partially still-” a swift nudge of her leg shifted his lower body just enough for him to slip the remaining distance out of her, “-inside of their mother?”

She cocked an eyebrow grinning playfully at the prompt groan escaping him in response to the movement, not-so-secretly adoring the thought of her husband being too worn out by sex to notice his tactlessly steadfast genital.

“Very funny,” he regained his posture before playfully biting the tip of her nose, successfully earning him a loud rupture of laughter and a swat to his chest. “You do realize that there’s a way bigger chance, no, a hundred percent chance, they’re hearing rather than seeing this, right? So shame on you, Santiago, for exposing our baby to such x-rated content.”

Simply being a natural reaction to ‘our baby’, the words almost threw her completely off track with the immense amount of indescribable happiness it sent rushing through her entire body.

“Shut up,” and indeed he did, having no choice when she grabbed his face to pull him down for yet another, too many that night to count, kiss. The smile she could feel against her lips was still present once she pulled back to add another cocky remark. “They can neither hear nor see anything yet at this point, silly.”

“Whatever. You shut up.”

In any other scenario Amy would’ve consistently kept on proving her point till he’d pick up on agreeing with it, yet there was something about being bluntly told to shut up by a mussy-haired, post-sex feeble Jake that swept the urge to correct him off her itinerary. Occasionally, being shut up by Jake was very much enjoyable and worth biting her tongue for.  

“Now,” he wriggled his way down his wife, skin rubbing against skin tickling her in the process.

“Jake, what are-”

“As I said, I’m going to properly introduce myself,” the tickling stopped the second he settled under the covers, torso, carefully, resting in between her legs to give him face-to-belly access with his future son or daughter.  

“Hi there, little bean. It’s me: your daddy.”

The quick realization that he was indeed sticking to his words, thus not wanting to miss the moment, of course goaded Amy to lift the covers only to be met by a sight, rather silly but nonetheless absolutely adorable, she wished she could’ve captured to replay forever: Jake, flat on his stomach against her abdomen with a hand carefully tracing the curves of her soon to grow belly all while looking at it in such an investigative and curious way that Amy was left speechless.

“You probably won’t be able to comprehend a whole lot for another few months or so, but…” his hands paused on the soft pouch where the tiny human would soon grow bigger and stronger. All she could do was, carefully as to not interrupt the moment, push the covers down to rest on her husband’s shoulders in order to allow the scene to unfold freely before her without having to hold up the makeshift fort he’d created when he’d crept down beneath it.

“Your mom, the beautiful lady who  carries you around all day, and I have worked really hard on getting you here, and we already love you so much.”

Extra hormones or not, truly not believing that anyone could physically hold back some kind of sign of being moved at the sight of this moment. Overwhelmed by how right Jake Peralta was for her and their baby, Amy felt tears forming in her eyes. No, she didn’t have any comparable moments with any other person but yet she was so very sure that this was where she wanted to and was meant to be more than anywhere else in the world. This made all the time she’d struggled with dating anyone from hopeless magicians and snobby dentists completely and utterly irrelevant. This place, here with him, was her forever coming home.

As if by pulled in by magnetic force, physically unable to fight it, her hand made its way back to his hair as he continued chatting with the embryo.

“I know you can’t express much right now, you know, with you still being a tiny blob and everything...”

The corners of Amy’s lips pulled into an amused smile stifling a small chuckle as to preserve the moment. Tiny tears were still teasing her eyes, some even already spilled onto her face.

“But if you need anything, please let us know, okay? You can just, I don’t know, make mommy throw up or, like , kick her in the ribs. I promise I will take the blame, take care of her and try to figure out what you need. Team work, you know?”

He looked up to meet her gaze receiving a tiny nod of approval, smiling eyes telling him everything he needed to know.

“In the meantime, until you’re out here with us, your mom and I will do anything we can to prepare for you so that you won’t have to cry as much when you finally get here. I mean, I will gladly give up sleep for you but, on the other hand, I won’t complain about actually getting some, just a tiny bit, either.”

“I appreciate you trying to teach them this but I’m also afraid that you’re going to be very disappointed, Peralta,” Amy sniffled, smiling through her now reddened, tearstained face.

“I know,” he chuckled looking up at his wife with deep brown, crowded with love and emotion, eyes. “Anyways,” he redirected his gaze back to the belly before stroking it and in return earning him a small quiver in reaction to the cool metal around his ring finger. “I love you so much already and I can’t wait to meet you. Until then we can get to know each other better like this. I’d really like that…”

“I’d really really like that too,” Amy complied along with a small flick of her wrist, a tug on his hair, that prompted him to kiss the belly as one last affectionate touch before crawling back up her body to, where he immediately showered the entirety of her glowing face with another few affectionate pecks.

Having had so many emotions run high all evening eventually led to their physical strength, the bit they’d had left after the stupid good, very emotionally charged sex, running out.

He dropped off of her body, into the comfort of their mattress, to lie on his side automatically inviting her to scoot back into his now free grip, earning him a perfect position where he could easily wrap his arms around her middle whilst also hold onto their baby.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he whispered then pecked the back of her neck before burying his face in it with a relaxed, happier than ever sigh.

“Me neither.”

He couldn’t see this but a delighted smile was still stuck to her face when she positioned her hands on top of his on her belly.

“Our baby.”

[diminuel]

I wasn’t all that fond of 15x10 while I watched it yesterday. I loved the premise and Garth, but I think it was just a bit too over the top for me. The placement of this episode within the greater context of it being the final episode and following the rather gloomy previous episode just made it feel a bit off. That aside, I just didn’t enjoy watching it all that much even though I could appreciate what we were given.

But I’m giving it another rewatch and another chance! I’d love to hear your thoughts too, whether you agree or disagree with my reactions. :D

It takes hardly any time for us to notice something completely amiss and they don’t even hide it: a classical piece of music accompanying a bloody fight between two monsters. Everyone is going to notice that this isn’t quite right, which then guides over into the next thought: the editing makes or breaks a scene. I think that’s the overall theme I took away from this episode. Metatron said that God posted the first draft and we’ve seen both Becky and Metatron edit God’s writing. The first conclusion we could draw is that God is not “editing” Sam and Dean’s story. But actually that doesn’t make a lot of sense because he couldn’t see Sam and Dean before either and they were fine. It’s maybe that he over-edits it. He throws problems in their ways that are... well, kind of what Becky wanted; the everday issues. Them dealing with laundry all day. This is the stuff we write, ad absurdum. And with monsters.

So the theory I’m going with right now is that Chuck is editing, just differently than before.

One preliminary thought regarding Garth: Were there no consequences to the Grace he had swallowed during AU Michael’s weird monster plan? What happened to that monster plan in general? Michael seems to be very bad at stragegizing.......

Dean’ shopping: The shop is called Berens’ quick trip. Berens is always sending us on a trip, though I think this one was Dabb’s fever dream. *lol* Lots of music for what is basically just showing Dean shopping. We see the guy giving Dean a ticket through the window but Dean’s oblivious, too focused on shopping. (Two six packs of beer. This might either show Dean indulging or Dean stocking up for Cas, not that Cas wants beer usually.) 

Dean knows the store attendant by name, so I guess this is a place he goes to often, though I doubt it’s in Lebanon because of the high rises in the background? 

What did Dean buy? Some beer, a magazine, some chips, something sweet he’s eating... How did that amount to over 40$? Why did he go buy that? Why not go to a proper store and buy proper food? Just beer and snacks? As someone who has to do her own shopping now this seems inefficient. (And my shopping center is in 5 minutes walking distance. *lol*) Also, I think I’ve seen people mention that the magazine is a cooking or baking magazine?

Also, here’s the first instance we have of Dean’s teeth hurting. Just stop eating the chocolate you silly man.

I have no compassion for Dean whining about getting a ticket. He’s not allowed to park there. Rules apply for you too, Mr. Winchester. I don’t like people who think they can do what they want. *thinks back to young snobby looking BMW driver who parked in the middle of a square in front of a bank and who got a ticket* *Schadenfreude* (That’s the kind of person I am. I like people who think rules don’t apply for them to be punished by the law.)

Sam’s scene in the kitchen: I assume it was Dean who had started cooking and then just walked away to get some more shopping done. This is merely based on my assumption that Sam doesn’t cook. We know that Sam sometimes does kinda stupid things like blowing on paper to make the fire go out... Touching things straight out of the oven and putting his hands on a hot pot are pretty thoughtless. And he’s clumsy apparently.

Also why the heck would he pull the pot from the stove? It wasn’t even boiling over. Just lower the temperature. Have you never been in a kitchen before, dude? And you’re not even cleaning up after yourself?

Dean and Sam discussing their issues: So Sam never trips? Both noticed right away that this was weird. Sam looks so offended. Like “I’m Sam Fucking Winchester, I don’t trip!”?

Also, did Sam say “dinner”? Is it already evening and they’ve just been hit with “normal person-itis” now? I see Sam’s watch but I can’t decipher it right. It it 5:35? What time of the year is it in canon? I was still light outside when Dean was shopping.

In the car on the way to Garth: A look, it’s dark now, which suppors the “they just randomly got hit with normal people problems. The music for this scene is also unusual. 

I’m annoyed that Cas is in heaven. Why. Why is he up there? Why does SPN always stash Cas out of the way with random stuff? It would have been nice if there had been a phone call or something with Cas checking in or just a mention that Dean was driving back from dropping Cas off at the angel gate or whatever. It takes so little, makes such an impact for me. This? Sorry. It’s just not enough for me.

Why is the car giving up the ghost? Especially in such a weird way? Isn’t Dean constantly working on the Impala? This is not normal people problems either.

At Garth’s: So Sam and Dean walked like 16km? Couldn’t they have taken public transport OR a taxi like normal people...? Or call road assistance or Garth at least? I don’t know what it’s like in the US but that seems a bit extra, even for Sam and Dean.

Garth and Bess have an old style phone in their house, which is a random remark but it’s a nice deco object.

Garth’s Twins: I don’t quite understand why Garth calls the twins Sam and Castiel. What kind of connection does Garth have to Cas? Why not Sam and Dean? If only one of the brothers, why Sam? He has more of a connection to Dean after all? I don’t get it. Dabb just liking it when people prefer Sam and Dean has to roll his eyes at it? :/

Again with the weird, out of place music when they have a look at Bess’ cousin.

Dean and Garth: The dramatic music when Dean steps into the dentist’s room. *lol* And then his disquieted “you’re very strong” when Garth forced him. I think since Garth treats werewolves who might also have an aversion to the dentist, he’d be used having to use a bit of force *lol* Besides. I really love getting insight into how monsters deal with “normal people problems” because they have them too. It’s a shame that we don’t see more of that side to monsters. We only see those monsters who mess up after all, rarely those who try to blend in. 

I might not know much about dentistry but I only had cotton stuffed into my bleeding mouth like that when I got my wisdom teeth out in an operation. Sure, I bleed a bit when I have appointment but not like that??? Just what did Garth do? Replace Dean’s teeth with werewolf teeth? *lol*

Sam and Bess: Dramatic music continues when Bess hands Sam the “cure” drink. It kind of frames the scenes as dangerous and at least it put me slightly on “confused edge” because the music made me think I couldn’t trust Garth and Bess. Sam’s struggles are kinda... over the top. I mean, we’ve seen Dean eat ghost pepper jerky and suffer, but Sam is suffering kinda ridiculously, like he’s been hit by a curse or something (i.e. still like he’s in the middle of a battle against some monster). Ew. Sam wiping his tongue on the arm he’s been sneezing and snotting into. Uff.

The tap dancing: Nice but I don’t really see the point in it >w< I guess normal people have normal funky dreams. And I guess Dean dreams of joyful things like dancing and having FOR ONCE gentle interactions with a lamp instead of always smashing them.

Talking about God and being heroes in a story: I like Garths’ approach to this topic and that he’s much more aware of story structures than the Winchesters seem to be. Why does Dean need a colonoscopy? (Angsty thought: does he have cancer...? Can werewolves smell it? Is that how it’s gonna end? Normal people problem killing Dean? Nope.)

Scene with the cousin: Poor Sam, he looks so upset when his “gentle request and puppy eyes” approach didn’t work. Though I like that it’s Bess who gets the guy to talk (like it’s Garth who gets the job done later on). I really like that monsters have normal people problems too. And it seems like the Winchesters are still very surprised about that.

Sam and Dean “job”: I think they’re being idiots here. Not only do they lack any evidence that the monsters who watch those fights are harming people, so they just kill them because they’re monsters? Also, it seems very unwise for two people alone to take on how many monsters?? No damn research done at all. And on top of that it seems really unwise to go on a case when they don’t know what else “normal people problems” entails while hunting. At least Sam might have been alarmed due to his sudden clumsiness... Just, stupid move on the Winchesters’ part. 

Side note: Sam doesn’t seem to be comfortable saying anything at all. He still seems to be shocked by the werewolf’s diss.

Dean continues to be kinda dumb and I don’t exactly get why. They don’t know what they’re walking into, so they definitely need to be prepared and I can think of several examples where he was prepared for anything. And now that he can’t be sure of his “luck” he’s not gonna think twice about it? And him munching his grilled cheese, talking with his mouth full and “playing” with the gun wasn’t super endearing to me. Sorry, I know many found it cute *lol* And who vomits that loudly...? I mean... ew.

I liked that Dean tried to bluff his way out of the situation and maybe it would have worked in another situation... 

Dean and Sam in cages: It makes no sense that not being able to pick locks is part of normal people problems because I’m sure they learnt how to pick locks over the years. So this, and their inability to fight later on (another thing they’ve learnt) just makes it clear that Chuck didn’t just remove them from “hero” status, but took away more than just their special skills.

Dean’s entire heartfelt speech doesn’t work either, neither on Sam or Dean, nor on the audience both because of how it’s filmed (no particular clear shot of Dean’s face and Sam constantly looking uncomfortable) and the variation of Dean’s theme.

What’s with Dean’s throat? I don’t understand what he said.

Garth saves the day: Dean’s awed “you are so strong” is cute! Why has he never been in awe of Cas’ strenght? Cas lifted a 1t anvil once and Dean didn’t even look at him amorously for it. 

Man, there are a couple things I don’t understand here! Wish I had subtitles because I’ll probably only get what “we’re gotta get out of here blblblbl monstersquad” or “the monster squad bbbüb the good guys” means.

I think they might still be able to fight but whatever “hero” bonus they had was deleted and now it IS almost impossible to just knock out a monster. They did have more trouble in earlier seasons before they could just easily stick an angelblade into every monster and not even break much of a sweat. But the whole fight sequence is just a little bit too ridiculous for me...

Back at Garth’s home: The whole “this Cas keeps looking at me weird” scene is my highlight. I wonder if now that Dean and Cas are no longer locked into their defined roles (though I’m not sure if Chuck has written them with a specific dynamic, since he never seems to make use of Cas) Dean will notice more about Cas too ;D Though of course Dean does notice the way Cas looks at him (”the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid” as a classic example). But still, maybe something to think about. Since a story does come with particular characters dynamics between heros and their supporting characters.

Dean saying that he could be an awesome dancer if he wanted to be is nice. The only thing he lacks is a partner to dance with. Though... He doesn’t lack a partner since he has Cas back now. He just needs to make the first move ;3

Baby clearly doesn’t want to go to Alaska. *lol*

Okay, that was a long post again, not structured at all, not edited, and it still took me multiple days to rewatch and type this up! Haha

[81scorp]

Consctructive criticism: Man of steel

(Originally posted as an editorial on Deviantart May 1, 2015. It has not been changed from how I originally wrote it.)

With Superman Returns not being the success Warner Bros hoped for, no more sequels that take place in the Superman universe that Richard Donner created have been made since. But since a reboot worked for the old Dark Knight it could work just as well for the big, blue, flying boy scout.Superman`s movie franchise got a reboot in a movie directed by Zack Snyder and written by David S Goyer. The result was... a little bit divisive. Some loved it, some hated it but never the less it made money, enough to greenlight a sequel... or rather: a bigger, shared movie universe. Not unlike what they were doing over at Marvel.Personally I kinda, sorta liked it, at least more than Superman returns. But, like I mentioned in my "More thoughts on Frozen" Editorial where I briefly talked about Avatar, I can see it`s flaws. Otherwise it wouldn`t have ended up here.

Where did it go wrong and how could it have been better?

The S stands for SPOILERS

The colour saturation

With the failure of Green Lantern and the success of The Dark Knight trilogy, the film makers came to the conclusion that future DC movies has to be more "Dark and Serious". Just because it worked for Batman it doesn`t necessarily mean that it would work just as well for their other characters. The tone of the story differs a tiny bit from Batman`s because Superman`s image of a beacon of hope rather than justice lurking in the shadows is heavily ingrained in the public`s perception of him. That left the film makers with one thing left to "darkify": The colours of the movie. A little bit more colour wouldn`t have hurt.

The shaky cam

Usually I don`t care (much) about this, but in this case I noticed it while watching the movie for the first time and it bothered me a little. Less of the shaky cam please.

Johnathan Kent`s advice to young Clark

Young Clark: "What was I supposed to do? Just let them die?"

Jonathan Kent: "Maybe." He`s not saying "Yes! You should`ve let them die!" So he`s technically not giving him bad advice, but he`s technically not giving him good advice either.

He should have focused on teaching Clark to have a low profile. That doesn`t have to mean that he shouldn`t help. He can still help as long as he does it in secret. So instead he could have said."If you`re gonna keep doing this, try not to get seen. Think before you act."Then he could pause and then add: "But at least your heart was in the right place." If it was my hypothetical kid from another planet with great powers who did something good and heroic I`d want the discussion to end on a positive note to give him the feeling that technically he did not do a bad thing.

Johnathan Kent`s death

Yes, I get that he did not want Clark to expose himself, but still. He died not because Clark couldn`t save him but because he wouldn`t let him. How about: Jonathan dies from a sickness. Yes it is similar to the Donner version but the difference is that in this version it doesn`t happen as suddenly and Clark gets time to say goodbye to his dad on his death-bed. Jonathan can remind him about the "Think before you act" bit, and say something about how he will change the world.

Lois telling Superman about her mindprobing

Movies are a visual medium and there`s a rule called "show don`t tell". Telling through pictures is a more universal language. Instead of Lois telling Superman what she went through they could have showed it in some way. From what I remember we saw what was going on in Superman`s head when they probed him but not what was going on on the outside. Here`s what they could have done: After we have seen Superman`s little nightmare landscape we could see what is going on outside his body as Zod`s voice keeps talking about how he`s gonna revive Krypton. We see him lying in an alien chair with a mindprobing helmet on and his face twitches as if he`s having a nightmare. Move the camera a bit to the right and we see Lois lying in an alien chair going through the same thing. Cut to: close up of Lois`s face, then cut to: inside Lois`s mind: pretty much the same thing we saw in Superman`s head. Cut to: close up of Superman`s face, then we go back inside Superman`s mind.

Yes, I said "lying in a chair". The correct word is "sitting", but I imagine them as kind of like dentist chairs...evil dentist chairs.

Zod showing Superman all that nightmarish landscape

Besides that it would "look cool for the trailer", what reason is there for Zod to scare Superman with that nightmare-landscape? Shouldn`t he try to make Superman trust him and see him as a friend?

How about: Supes is shown what Krypton looked like before it blew up.

Zod: "Behold Kal-El, this what Krypton once was, and what it can be again." Clark wonders what would happen to the people of earth. Zod uses the cold, empathyless logic that "simpler civilizations will have to make way for the more advanced ones."

"Krypton had it`s chance"

I get where they were going with this but still, it sounded a bit too cruel. This would have sounded better: "Krypton should not live at the expense of Earth!"

Saying it like that would make it open for the interpretation that he does want to see Krypton resurrected, (just not at any cost).

The level of destruction

They could have toned it down a bit. Some say: "But this is what realistically would happen if someone with Superman`s powers were to have a big fight." Someone with Superman`s powers yes. But how about someone with Superman`s mentality?

Yes: most of the destruction was caused by the terraforming machine, but when that destruction was over and it was just Superman and Zod they still plowed through a few buildings.

Let`s forget that it`s Superman. Someone with concern for human life and the ability to strategize, at least a little bit (which Superman is fully capable of doing), should try to direct the fight away from heavily populated areas. Yes, Zod would try to use this weakness and direct the fight back to said populated areas, but Superman would still do his best to keep the fight in safe/safer places.

Plus: The "Think before you act" lesson from his father could come back to play a part here.

"But he was new at this, he was learning to be a Superhero." We saw earlier in the movie that he had been doing this for a couple of years, so he would have gotten the hang of (most of) it by the time he donned the cape." It`s the first time he fights other super-powered Kryptonians." I can`t argue that much with this statement, even Supes has limits. On this point the fault is not on Superman as a character but rather the filmmakers who wrote him into a corner and made sure that there was no other way out than to destroy almost more than half of Metropolis. They seem to suffer from a "darker-and-more-action-is-always-better" perception. Not all DCCU movies have to be the Dark Knight.

On the fence: Jenny

First I thought that she had a last name, and that it was Olsen. So I thought she was a genderbent Jimmy Olsen. But last time I checked (on imdb) she didn`t have a last name. Could she be an original character created for the movie? I`m OK with that. But I want to talk about what I feel about if they were to change Jimmy`s gender.

This makes me feel like the film makers haven`t bothered to check the comics that the movies are based on. Not because of the change, but some seem to think that there are only four people working on the Daily Planet: Clark, Lois, Perry and Jimmy. The majority of the people that I mentioned are male so I agree that there could be at least one more woman. But instead of changing one of the characters they could just pick one from the comics. How about Catherine Grant? Or Alice the intern? And if you`re looking for a black character, how about Ron Troupe?

Sorry for being a purist, but I feel that if you want to add a little diversity, look for a character that has what you are looking for in the source material before changing one or some of the other characters.

That`s why  I hope that we in future DCCU movies get to see Maggie Sawyer and/or Renee Montoya.How do I feel about Perry White? Well, he`s played by Laurence Fishburne. So I`m good.

On the fence: Superman killing Zod

When I heard about it at first I thought "Oh come on! Superman doesn`t kill!" But then again, he could be pushed to a point where he would have no other option. Then I thought "If he`s gonna kill someone he should at least feel bad about it." And he did, so I guess I`m OK with it. But still, the way they did that scene made me feel like there was more that could be done before they went in for the kill. Technically, Superman could have just knocked him unconscious. And then there`s the film makers`s explanation: "He needs to kill so he learns that it`s wrong to kill." I haven`t killed anyone and I know it`s wrong to kill.

I think the real explanation is: He needs to kill because the movie needs to be dark, because DCCU movies needs to be dark to be good, because it worked for the Batman reboot. The thing is: Nolan`s Batman had a little thought put into it. Man of Steel`s darkness didn`t have much thought behind it.

A light-hearted, silly and campy movie with a bad script is a movie with a bad script. A dark, gritty and serious movie with a bad script is still a movie with a bad script.

If I were to change this, here`s what I would do: Zod and Superman are flying around, fighting each other. The spaceship (that was sent far away thanks to Clark`s babyship`s warp drive) is still on earth. Superman punches Zod so hard that he is knocked back onboard his ship. The warp drive is activated and Zod and his friends are warped to God knows where.I also want to point out that I´m not too crazy about when they kill characters that have played an important part and/or has been in the comicbook  a long time. That`s why I`m a bit critical not only to Zod`s death but Prof: Emil Hamilton`s as well. (Though he may not be dead.)

Yes, there are other things wrong with this movie. But if you did the changes that are mentioned here, I personally wouldn`t care about those other things

I want to finish with two things that, while they aren`t constructive criticism, are at least Superman related.

Joe Quesada`s reason for not liking Man of Steel

“As a comic book fan, I wanted to love that movie so much,” said Quesada. “I wanted to love it so much, and I didn’t love it so much. Again, there are little things here and there that you could pick at and things like that, but I just think at the end of the day, Zod was the hero of the movie to me.”

Interesting defenition of a hero you have there.

“He wanted to save his race, and Superman didn’t let him."

Oh poor Zod, all he wanted to do was to rebuild his planet at the cost of billions of lives on an already inhabited one. It`s not like there were any other Earth-like planets in the solar system, suitable for terraforming, like Mars or Venus. No. Clearly Superman was the bigger badguy here.

“I was in the mood to watch that Superman movie, and afterwards I was just angry,” said Quesada.

Well, I, and many others, felt similar after reading One More Day so I guess that makes things even.

In defense of the Clark Kent disguise

I`m sure many of us has questioned that no one can recognize Superman in his Clark Kent disguise just because he wears a pair of glasses. However, here are some examples from real life:

An author who interviewed Marilyn Monroe later wrote of an incident that occurred when they were walking down the street talking. The author was confused that, although they were in plain sight, no one seemed to recognize her. Monroe then said, "Do you want to see her?" She changed her posture, walk and way she was speaking to what she used in the movies and suddenly people saw Marilyn Monroe, movie star and sex symbol, and reacted accordingly. Shakira, a famous singer, managed to spend an entire summer at UCLA posing as a normal person. She went by her middle name and dressed up in a cap and pants. The fact that it hit the news after she was done with the classes proved how effective her disguise was. Comedian Groucho Marx painted on his famous mustache with grease paint for most of his career. He was surprised to find a large crowd of fans who had gathered to see him at a train station completely ignored him when he got off the train. Realizing what had happened, he ducked into his car and smeared on a grease paint mustache, and was instantly recognized. So you see, real people are pretty stupid too. ^_^

[drummergirl231-2]

Ahhh you decided to do the thing! Okay, I’m giving you options! How about “I’m glad to have you home,” with Donald (because I am predictable) OR “Come here. I’ll fix it,” with Huey. I’m so so excited!!! 😝❤️

[link to AO3]

Huey set down the basket of cleanlaundry when he reached the top of the tower steps and tried to shake out the achein his arms. The basket wasn’t usually so heavy, but with all the excitementover the weekend, he was a few days behind his usual chore schedule. He pushedthe basket to his bedroom door with his foot to give his arms a rest and turnedthe doorknob with his less sore arm, only to be greeted by a startled yell fromDewey.

“IT WASN’T ME!”

It didn’t take a genius to know it washim, though what was wreaking havoc on his brother’s conscience, Huey had noidea. It probably had to do with whatever he’d obviously shoved under hispillow.

Huey rolled his eyes and pushed thelaundry basket to their dresser. “If it wasn’t you, who was it? Louie?”

“Uh… yeah! Louie! It was totally hisfault. I told him, ‘Don’t do it, Louie! You’re a better man than this! Lookdeep within your heart! That’s the real you! The real you would never–”

“What did you do, Dewey?” Huey staredhim down with one hand on the edge of an open drawer and waited.

Dewey darted his eyes back and forth,beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but Huey wouldn’t look away until hehad answers. At last, Dewey couldn’t bare his guilt any longer.

“I broke Mom’s leg!”

“You WHAT?!” Huey clapped his hands to hisface. “Is she okay? Oh no, and she only has the one leg, and… wait.” Heremembered Dewey shoving something under his pillow. “Her natural leg, or herprosthesis?”

Dewey took a big breath and let it outwith a whine as he lifted his pillow and held up Della’s prosthesis in twopieces.

Huey slapped his own forehead, tornbetween frustration with Dewey and relief their mother wasn’t hurt.

“How’d it happen?”

“Okay, well… it was my turn to do thedusting in here, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“But I couldn’t find the duster with thelong handle! So I was thinking, Mom’s prosthetic is kinda shaped like theduster…”

“Prosthesis.”

“Buh?”

“Prosthetic is an adjective, so if youuse ‘prosthetic,’ it needs to be followed by a noun… in this case, ‘leg.’ So Ibelieve the word you were looking for is prosthesis,which is a noun.”

Dewey groaned. “What’s the point in Mrs.B. giving us a minimum day if you’re just gonna keep giving grammar lessons?Anyway, I put a fuzzy sock over the foot and it was working fine as a dusteruntil I needed to unbend the knee a little more to reach the higher shelves ofthe bookcase, and then it broke!” He made a few feeble attempts to reattach thelower portion of the leg to the knee and upper leg, but the two halves wouldn’tstay together.

“Mom let you borrow her leg to dust ourroom?” Huey crossed his arms.  

“Well…” Dewey cringed with guilt.

“Youstole an amputee’s prosthesis?!”

“I borrowedit! She’s not using it right now! She’s still sleeping off the Novocain… er…whatever meds they gave her. I dunno if Novocain is supposed to make peoplesleepy.”

Scrooge had taken Della to both thedoctor and the dentist that morning during the kids’ homeschool lessons withMrs. Beakley, and after a physical exam, a few tests, and some dental work,Scrooge brought home his loopy, lightweight niece while the kids were havinglunch and tucked her in to sleep off the drugs the dentist gave her.

“I almost got caught by Uncle Scroogecoming down the hall. D’you think he was checking on her? D’you think henoticed her leg wasn’t on the nightstand anymore?”

Of all the half-brained, inappropriate…stealing their mother’s only means of getting around while she was out cold…using it for household chores, and then… “Gah! Just…!” Huey took a few deepbreaths and pressed his fingers to the space between his eyes, pinching themshut. “Come here. I’ll fix it.”

While Dewey climbed down with the leg,Huey reached under their bunk bed for his tool kit.

“Unbelievable… what’s next? Stealing adiabetic’s insulin needle to punch a hole in a belt that’s too big?”

“No one in the house has diabetes… and Idon’t wear belts much.”

“Oh of course! Silly me!” Huey fumed ashe sat up, pulling his tool kit out from under the bed. “That’s the only reasonyou can’t do those things! You don’t have the means!”

He held out his hand for the prosthesisand Dewey passed the pieces to him. It didn’t look broken, exactly… there wereno dents or jagged edges. It looked as though it just needed to be put backtogether. After examining the knee joint and figuring out which part was thefront, he screwed the lower leg back on… but then the foot was facingbackwards. So he unscrewed it, flipped it around, and tried again.

“Yeah, I did that much, but it wouldn’tstay on!” Dewey said.

Then Huey noticed there was a boltmissing from the knee joint.

“Where’s the bolt that goes here?” heasked.

“…Somewhere?” Dewey shrugged.

Huey groaned and left the leg on thefloor to search around the bookcase. “You said you were dusting around here,right? Did you hear anything fall on the floor?”

“I was listening to music on my phonewhile I was dusting.”

“Well did you feel anything hit the floor?”

“No…? Because I’m not a deaf or blindsuperhero with heightened seismic sense? …but MAN that’d be cool!”

“Just help me look!” Huey said as hechecked the shelves of the bookcase. “Where were you exactly when you broke the…”

“Found it!”

Huey had so little faith in his brother’scompetence at the moment, he half-expected him to be holding up a moldy cheesypuff. Thankfully, he really had found the bolt.

“I guess it rolled over to the desk.”

Huey snatched it out of Dewey’s hand andput it back in the knee joint, then opened his bag of tools and pulled out awrench to tighten it.

“And what did you learn today?” Hueyasked.

“That it’s called a prosthesis, or aprosthetic leg.”

“And…?”

“That Mom snores.”

“And…?”

Dewey sighed. “Borrowing an amputee’sprosthetic leg without asking to dust a bookshelf is wrong.” He lowered his voiceto a mutter. “But I bet Mom woulda been cool with it…”

“Don’t you think she’s been throughenough? We should be making things easier for her if we can. How is stealingher leg making things easier for her?”

“You’ll have it fixed before she wakesup and needs it, right?”

Huey only grumbled.

“OOH also!” Dewey changed the subject. “UncleScrooge has a trip planned for the arctic in a couple days. He told Mom she canbe the pilot. It’ll be our first adventure with her!”

“Yourfirst adventure with her. I’ve got a Junior Woodchuck meeting.”

“Then miss it! How can you choose theJunior Woodchucks over Mom?”

Huey looked up from his task and fixedhis eyes on Dewey���s. “You wanna give me heck right now when I’m the one fixing Mom’s prosthesis thatyou broke?”

That seemed to do the trick. Deweystayed silent as Huey bent the leg at the knee to make sure he’d fixed it. Itseemed a little stiff, so he loosened the bolt. When he got it to where itseemed the two halves weren’t going to come apart, but the knee joint stillbent, he handed the leg back to Dewey.

“Now go put this back in Mom’s room, andif she’s awake, tell her what happened. And if she’s not, let her sleep andthen tell her later, or I will!”

“Okay, okay…”

Dewey took a few steps toward the doorbefore he stopped and spun around. “Almost forgot!” He put the prosthesis onLouie’s bunk before climbing up to his own and grabbing something Huey couldn’tsee. When he made it back down and picked up the leg again, he held up thefuzzy sock he’d borrowed as a dust cloth to show Huey and grinned. The whiteand aqua striped sock was covered in dust on one side, especially at the edge.

“Gimme that!” Huey snatched the sock outof Dewey’s hand. “You’re not returning it like this. I’ll put it in the laundryroom when I take the basket back downstairs.”

“Awesome. Thanks bro! See ya later!” andhe ran out the door.

Huey sighed and put his tools awaybefore turning his attention back to his basket of neatly folded laundry.

“Howcan you choose the Junior Woodchucks over Mom?” Dewey’s question echoed in his mind and tightenedguilt’s grip on him, but he shook his head and reached for a neatly foldedshirt from the basket to place in his drawer. I made a commitment, he reminded himself. I said I would be there, so I have to be there. Mom would be proud ofme for that… right?

But if Huey were being honest withhimself, it wasn’t about honoring his commitments.

Everything was changing. Everything wasdifferent. He needed something to stay the same. He needed one thing to happenthe way he thought it would. Just onething. There was nothing in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook about long-lostmothers coming home while primary guardians were on vacation, or about repairingprosthetic limbs made of rocket parts, or doing weekend chores during the week,or having several hours of lessons suddenly cancelled so he could catch up onthose chores, or…

Huey turned his back to the dresser andslumped to the floor, fingers trembling as he reached under his hat for hisprecious guidebook. He flipped through the pages, knowing he wouldn’t findanything that could help him now, but needing to see those familiar pages… toknow that some things don’t change. But as he searched, felt, and even smelledthe pages, he found to his horror that he didn’t feel any better, and realizingthe guidebook wasn’t making him feel any better made him feel even worse. Ifthe JWG couldn’t comfort him, then nothing was the same.

His vision grew blurry. He shut theguidebook and set it aside before his tears could dampen its pages. Burying hisface in his arms crossed over his knees, he took a shuddering breath and wept…every muffled whimper unheard by his family.Author’s Notes:Poor Huey’s so glad to have his mommy home, but sometimes change is just plain hard to deal with, and you don’t even realize how much anxiety change is causing until one little thing puts you over the edge. 

Sorry it took a while to get this one done! At least you and rammbook both asked for the Donald “it’s good to have you home,” one at the same time so you got your other request a little sooner. XD

[shesgayfor]

Insecurities

Summary: Sebastian and reader discuss their insecurities. Major fluff

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader

TW: Insecurities (?)

 He’s finally home for some quality one on one time. You and him are lying side by side on your king sized bed, his tall figure spooning your slightly smaller one. He’s been stroking your hair while you play with his hands for the past hour. There was minimum chatter, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Y/N.” He lightly whispered.

“Yeah Seb?”

“We should talk about something, something strange but interesting.” You unlocked yourself from his spoon grip, to turn to the other side and face him.

“What would you like to talk about, mister.” Your tone was slightly sarcastic.

“I don’t know. We could each share something about ourselves that we don’t like, and explain why.”

Your eyebrows furrowed deeply at him. “What? Why.”

He laughed a bit, revealing his perfect teeth. “Why not. We’ve never actually discussed these things before. We’re always so busy.” He looked deeply into your eyes. “I wanna know you on a higher level, Y/N.”

The expression on your face was one of confusion and surprise. “Okay, but since you started it you go first.”

“Fair enough.” He laughed. “I’ve always struggled with my hair. I can never get it to do what I want. Whether it’s long, short, or even the rare occasion it’s a medium length. It bothers me that it doesn’t fall perfectly into place, like ever.”

“Wait Sebastian really, that’s what you’re gonna say?”

“What do you mean?” His tone defensive.

“I thought you meant like, something else nevermind.” You rolled on your back, now looking up at the ceiling.

“Did you have something else in mind?” He raised his body a bit to lock eyes. You looked over to his piercing blue ones. “I thought you meant like, insecurities. Like, deep ones. Not something silly like your hair.”

“You saying my dislike for my hair is silly?”

“Kind of. Seb, insecurities are on a whole other level. Like, sometimes it’s so hard to even talk about them because they’re that effective. They’re things to not joke about. I can joke about your long, luscious hair because you aren’t insecure about it, you just don’t like it.”

“Wai wai wait, who's to say I don’t have insecurities, LIKE my hair?”

“Are you?” Your tone was stern. His eyes looked slightly frightful, intimidated yours. “No.” He responded softly.

“Amazing.” You turned back the way you were about a minute ago, your back facing him. This conversation was making you emotional, talking about your insecurities was the hardest thing ever.

“Y/N,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize there was a difference.” His hand lightly rubbing your shoulder.

You felt yourself build up to a cry. It was going to come out sooner or later, and he was going to force you to deal with it. You weren’t ready. You stayed quiet while slow tears rolled down your face. You were able to keep it quiet and hidden from Sebastian, until you sniffled an obvious “I’ve been crying” sniffle.

“Y/N please, I’m sorry.” He kept trying. He didn’t actually understand what was going on, he just wanted to help. “Please talk to me. I’m so sorry if I said anything to upset you. I’m sorry.” He rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“It’s not what you said, it’s what you brought up.” Your voice shaking as it spoke.

“What do you mean, love.” You stayed quiet hoping he’d figure it out. He’s smart. He needed time. “About insecurities?” He spoke out of nowhere. You nodded. “Oh love, I am truly sorry. We can drop this topic right now. Or if you want to talk about it, I’m open ears. If not, of course that’s okay. Whatever you want to do. I’m sorry.” His constant apologizing was making you cry even more. He cared so much, and you knew you’d feel safe sharing with him, about whatever.

“What physical features of mine do you find, desirable.” You asked blankly.

“All of them.”

“But in specific.”

“Y/N, all of your features. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your voice, your body, your hands, everything.”

“My smile? Are you sure?”

“What? Yes I’m sure. You can light up an entire room.”

“So you don’t care that my teeth are crooked and fucked up.”

“Y/N, no. How could you say such a thing.” His voice got low and sad, like this hit a soft spot with him.

“Seb, I’m highly insecure about my teeth.” You heard him sigh behind you, while he lifted his free arm and pulled you closer. “I’m sorry.” Was all he whispered.

“They’ve been crooked my entire life. Since high school, I wanted braces. Our family couldn’t afford them though. I’ve hated my smile ever since.”

Sebastian tried to roll you over so he could look into your eyes, but you weren’t budging. “Y/N please look at me. Please.” His voice was soft and sweet.

With hesitation, you rolled back on your back, head lying on the pillow. His body was directly next to yours, as he laid watching you closely.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know about any of that.”

“How could you? That’s why it’s an insecurity, it’s not something that’s just freely spoken you know.” He nodded as he continued to watch you talk.

“I think you have a beautiful smile, love.” He smiled down at you.

“I don’t think I do. Seb, I look at your teeth and just wish mine could look like that too. You have such a confident smile, something i’ll never be able to feel.”

You noticed his face turn red, as he positioned his body to be lying on his back just like yours. His hands intertwined with yours, he sighed deeply. “They weren’t always straight.” He started.

“What?” This jumped your curiosity making your upper half spring up to look at him. He gently lowered you back down to the bed, remaining at the same level.

“Yeah Y/N. I grew up with crooked teeth too. You can look on the internet and it’s all over.”

“Oh right well, I don’t actually google you so…” you trailed off.

He laughed. “Well good! No yeah, most of my acting career I had crooked teeth. It was obvious, not like a slight hidden thing, no. I was deeply upset by it, rewatching myself in movies and tv shows, looking at my teeth, I wasn’t happy. After we shot and filmed winter soldier in 2013, I just had an urge to fix them, or something. So I went to a dentist, and she fitted me for those invisible braces, invisalign.” You were intrigued by all of this, your expression showing it. “I wore it for 6 months and by the end my teeth were straight and good to go to film civil war.” He laughed at the last part.

“Shit babe, I had no idea. That makes so much sense though, because your teeth are incredible.” You emphasizes incredible.

“Thank you love. I’m really happy with my smile now. And you should be too. What crooked are you even talking about?” He shifted to the side again, bringing his hand to your lips, gently pulling them down. You weren’t letting him, as you kept your teeth clenched and lips sealed. “Come on, let me see. I really don’t know what crooked you're even talking about.” He continued to stare at your mouth.

“What are you my dentist? Come on Seb.” You swatted his hand away from your mouth. ��I’m embarrassed okay, just drop it.”

“Okay, right. Sorry.” He shifted positions once again, to his back.

You both laid there silently for a few minutes, thinking over everything. His hands were still entangled in yours, as he slowly rubbed his thumb in circles around. You kind of wanted to show Sebastian your teeth, but you also felt like an idiot. It’s not that deep, you thought.

“Okay I’ll show you.” He head turned to look at you. “No laughing, no making me feel bad. Please. I’ll punch you if you do.”

“Deal.” He leaned over closer to your face.

“Dear god this is the worst thing in history but, here goes nothing.” You stuck your fingers in your mouth, lifting up both your top and bottom lip above your teeth, making them extremely visible. You released one hand to point to the crooked ones on top first. Sebastian slowly brought his finger towards your mouth. Without fighting it, he began to touch the crooked teeth with his fingers. An intrigued look came across his face. You then pointed to the lower ones, which were all crooked and out of order. He used his strong hand to carefully open your mouth a bit, as his pointer finger ran across the lower ones. He was carefully examining your teeth, running his finger along them. You clenched your teeth together, biting down, showing more of them. He just continued to study them. “Okay doctor, you done?” This snapped him out of his slight trance he was having with your teeth.

“Sorry, I hope that wasn’t too weird. It’s just, that’s how mine used to look.”

“No it’s fine. They’re bad right?”

“Not at all. All things given, you can’t really tell unless you look closely.”

“Sebastian stop. I hate them, okay? I always will.”

“Will you let me help you?”

“What? You a dentist also? On top of being an actor?” You laughed.

“Goodness no. I can take you to where I went. She can set you up with some kind of braces?” He questioned.

“Seb what? Why?” You were slightly panicky, knowing you’d never be able to afford his dentist.

“What do you mean why? Because I want to help you. She helped me. You like my teeth right?” He deeply studied you.

“Yes.” You replied softly.

“Okay, so she can help you achieve the same result.”

“Seb I don’t have money to spend on my teeth right now.”

He shrugged. “Consider it a gift.”

Your eyes widened. “No. What?” You continued to stammer on with justifiable confusion.

He cupped your face into his hands. “Y/N, we’ve been together for 3 years now. I love you more than life itself. Money doesn’t mean anything, I’m sorry I know that sounds snobby but when it comes to you, absolutely not. Let me help. It’s an expensive treatment, I can take it off your hands.”

His words slowly sank into your head. You love him so much. Tears began to fall again as you looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “Seb I-.” you were hardcore trembling, without words.

“I didn’t know you struggled with this. I went through the same thing, baby. When I finally came into enough money where I could do this for myself, I did it. And I’m so happy I did. You can do the same. Let me help you get there.”

“Seb I don’t even know what to say I-.” you we’re still trembling and crying at the same time. “I’ll pay you back. I promise, I’ll save up everything and by the time it’s all done I can pay you back.”

“No.” He said with a soft tone.

You kept looking at him with disbelief. This man loved you so much he was willing to pay for a couple grand treatment for you. You were without words. Grateful. Happy. Excited. Scared? You didn’t know what to expect.

“Oh my god.” You got up on the bed and planted yourself on top of him, holding him like a giant teddy bear. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder, getting as close to him as possible.

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a laugh.

You pushed yourself up against the bed, your face hanging directly above his, as he continued to lay down. “Are you sure?” Your voice riddled with uncertainty.

“Yes. I’m sure.” He smiled widely at you. You smiled back, and collapsed back onto his body. You wrapped your arms around his head, pulling it close to you.

“I love you so much, how can I ever thank you.”

“Just be here with me. That’s all I need.”