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tomyo · 4 years ago

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A Vague Soul Eater Timeline Estimate:

TyI feel confused a lot when I see the characters listed as being 13 since a lot of elements don’t line up. Things like Soul riding a Harley (which are notoriously large and likely hard for a boy at the start of puberty to ride), Tsumugi (canonically 14) calling Maka senpai, and of course, the likelihood that the soul eater characters aren’t the same age. I saw a half finished draft pointing out some of these things but it began to become just a lengthy timeline. So as someone who’s obsessively documented this series for over 10 years, I thought I’d just explain the general time frames in Soul Eater.

Warning: Long and full of spoilers.

First off, I always pictured the characters to start the series around 15 for various reasons I’ll get into later but in doing some extra fact checking, the wiki even cited Ohkubo saying Soul is 13-15. My viewing of their age is proto Maka and Soul in the pilot chapter look significantly younger than their standard design. While I doubt years passed between the Blair incident and Meeting Tsumugi on the stairs, I view their proto designs as 13 and their standard look as them at 15. Although admittedly there is a lot of information that can be contradictory as we will see.

Black Star is often headcanoned as the youngest but he is actually roughly a year older than Maka. He was brought to DWMA on the day she was born. The wiki says he was one year old but seeing as he was still unable to walk or talk, I’d guess it was closer between 6-10 months.

Liz supposedly said in chapter 74 that she is two or three years older than BS making her around 17-19 at the beginning. I’m going to estimate low and put her at 17 for reasons. At some point I hope to find the original japanese text to see for myself just to verify if that’s what she said or if it was an embellished translation. Since Tsubaki has a similar figure to her, I would put her at the same age.

Patty is a little confusing. She’s called a Twin gun along with her sister and Japan still uses Onee/imouto even for twins based on who was born first, however Twin seems to more mean matching that literal twins in this use. Patty is probably anywhere between 14-16 but I’m going to stick with 16 because her doppleganger from B.ichi, Mana is 16 (Patty is also a bit taller than Maka which could suggest she is older.)

Death the Kidd has also been confirmed by Ohkubo to be 13-15 (which again I’m gonna place as 15).

So final thoughts before timeline listing, Soul Eater not is one of the most reliable pieces of info on the early Soul Eater timeline. Death City is in a monoseasonal climate which made it hard to identify how much time was passing but Tsumugi’s arrival fills in a LOT of details. She is 14 (a japanese middle schooler), arrives in Spring (Most likely April), Soul is still wearing a Gakuran(Boy’s middle school uniform) ONLY in the first episode (suggesting he was at the end of being middle school aged), Sid is still alive and Medusa is still around at the start but Stein shows up midway through the series, and her series ends on Halloween. I will push back the main kids’ ages back slightly for SEN. To also note, DWMA seems to most commonly take in students middle school aged an above unless there is a unique circumstance in cases like Black Star, PoT, PoF, and Angela. And finally, becoming a Death Weapon is rare and the info of Soul and Maka’s second time collecting 100 souls will suggest the minimum time progression from their first meeting to the Blair incident.

So without further ado:

At 12/13 years old, Maka and Soul meet and pair up as a Meister Weapon pair. Both regularly wore a gakuran and the same sailor suit as tsumugi. Maka introduces Soul to Black Star who is a childhood friend and both meet his new partner Tsubaki.

Roughly one year before Tsumugi arrives, Spirit and Maka’s Mother (Who we will call Kami; her fan name from a misinterpretation) decide to get divorced. US divorces take about a year to go through and theirs finalized at the start of the first SE arc.

It was likely at this point Maka moved into an apartment with Soul since her mum left and the two seemed to have lived together for a while by SE not.

During the winter, Death offers Liz and Patty to become his weapons. Liz accepts wanting to provide Patty a better life.

Soul and Maka begin to to transition out of their middle school style uniforms as by a japanese standard, they would be considered high school aged now.

Soul Eater Not Starts

Age Estimates(Young-Oldest): SEN trio 14, Maka: 14 3/4, Soul 15, Dtk 15, BS 15.5, Patty 15.5, Liz 17, Tsubaki 17

Tsumugi discovers she is a weapon and moves to Death City in April. She meets her senpai Maka who is in the advanced class and who later gives a demonstration with Soul who is still wearing a Gakuran. Neither seem upset as they would have if they had recently encountered Blair.

Between April and May, they loose the 100 souls they collected and Blair moves into their apartment. (SEN 4 references SE 4) A few days later, Black Star fights Mifune for the first time (Based on the Anime’s Prologues which better connect the stories).

Late April: Kim and Jackie become a Meister Weapon pair after Jackie learns Kim is a witch; they are possibly younger than the other main cast as they still wear sailor suits in the main series.

Mid-May: Eternal Feather is possessed by Shaula and is nearly killed but Stein stiches her back up. The main SE cast are likely not aware of Stein as Sid is still alive.

October: Shaula kills Sid.

October 31: Shaula attack Death City but SEN Trio kills her.

Timeline Inconsistency: There is a timeskip at the end of SEN showing DtK, Liz and Patty becoming partners in Spring however they should already be a working team before the other’s remedial lesson. Specifically in the 2008 anime, Black Star and Soul notice someone (DTK) took a high level mission and ask a still alive Sid for information.

Kim and Jackie are moved up to EAT class.

Soul Eater Starts (Post prologues)

Age changes: Maka: 15; BS, Patty: 16. 6 months have elapsed since SEN.

November: Stein reanimates Stein. Soul, Maka, BS, and Tsubaki meet Stein during their remedial test who thereafter becomes their class teacher. BS and Soul attempt to fight DTK who is starting classes at DWMA.

Maka and Soul fight Crona. Soul gets badly wounded and infected with Black Blood. Medusa who is unknowingly the witch creating black blood watches his progress in secret. While Soul is recovering Dtk and BS find Excalibur.

Winter: Tsubaki defeats her brother giving her a new power that BS needs to train to use leading to Maka wanting to also become stronger for Soul. Medusa briefly battles Eruka who becomes her unwilling servant. She sends Eruka to Free....Free. Maka, Soul, BS, and Tsubaki battle Free and defeat him after Maka and Soul overcome their issues and slightly awaken the black blood. Maka now is also infected with BB.

March: Year end exams more or less. Given the importance of the exam, it matches up with Japan’s placement exams.

Kid fights Crona while suspicion grows on Medusa.

March 31st: Shibusen founders party. Medusa ambushes them with only our 4 meister weapon pairs escaping. Crona is willingly captured after Maka befriends them and Medusa is ‘killed’, but the Kishin is ultimately revived and Stein is infected with Medusa??. Due to some confusing wording, a lot of people including myself mistake Shibusen’s foundation being around xmas. Realizing the actual date is the end of March, the timeline since Nov is a became a little more vague.

Age Changes: Soul, Dtk: 16; Liz Tsubaki; 18; 12mo since SEN; 6mo since SE

April: The death weapons convene in Death City. Crona starts school at DWMA.

Crona joins Maka and Soul on a mission to the Czech Republic where Arachne is reformed after 800 years. Giriko is also there and apparently just kept body stealing his kids for all that time.

Maka comes back temporarily paralyzed and BS fights Mifune a second time while seeking revenge. (We will diverge from the Anime now)

Joe comes to Death City for internal investigation.

A girl is possessed by Medusa. Crona becomes used to DWMA and Dtk puts on a part for them. Midway through the party, they are called on a mission. Kid is conflicted at finding Death’s name alongside the wizard Brew’s and Crona gets a visit from Medusa after leaving the party. Medusa tells Crona to spy and further worsen Stein’s condition. The Wiki points out that it’s May 21st based on a comment by Azusa.

May 22nd: DtK fails to find the Book of Eibon.

May 23rd: Crona poisins Marie.

June: The 3 meister renaissance is formed.

The battle for Brew Occurs.

Maka finds out Crona is working with Medusa but doesn’t know what to do, Black Star fights Kid, and Justin Law, the shibusen traitor, kills Joe.

Stein and Marie leave to track Joe’s Killer, BS and Tsubaki take a break from shibusen to go to Tsubaki’s home, and Crona leave Death City for good.

Maka, Soul, DtK, Liz, Patty, and Blair fight some of the Kishin’s clown agents in Russia.

Medusa returns and bargains with Shibusen with her child host as hostage and giving the names of witches in Death City, including Kim who runs away to join Arachnaphobia. Arachnaphobia uses a brew tool to manipulate them.

An alliance between Medusa and Shibusen is formed to fight Arachnaphobia.

I want to make the guess that summer has passed and it is August/September by the Baba Yaga fight. 1. Because it seems like enough events have happened that 3months would have passed and 2. this would make the time skip start in spring which fits thematically (new arc, new team, etc).

The battle against Arachne occurs. Kim and Jackie are saved. BS kills Mifune in their final battle. Arachne is killed by Soul and Maka becoming their witch soul to make Soul a death scythe. Medusa transfers herself to her sister’s corpse and flees leaving behind a free Rachel. Death is captured by Noah.

Angela is taken in by Shibusen who plan to try and guide her away from the sway of destruction natural in witches.

6 month timeskip, the main cast heals, Spartoi is formed, Justin is formally know as the traitor acquitting Stein of the murder, and Soul and Maka recollect 100 kishin souls thus officially turning Soul into a death scythe.

Spartoi Arc Starts

Time Passed since SEN: 2 years; Since SE: 1year 5 months

Ages: Maka 16 3/4, Soul/DtK 17, BS/Patty 17 1/2, Liz/Tsubaki:19

Maka and Soul train with Kim and Jackie to utilize Maka’s grigori soul properties for flying. At the same time, Gopher, Noah’s devot peon, attacks intending to assassinate Maka. Maka ofc wins.

Killik is sent to do reconnaissance on Medusa with Liz and Patty in addition to his Shamanic weapons. There he faces off against Medusa’s madness experimentations.

At the same time, BS and Tsubaki’s recon leads them to a memory erased Crona who they battle with. Eruka and Mizune come to retrieve Crona but Eruka is caught by BS in the end.

Also at the same time, Medusa who was overseeing both events through a crystal ball ends up in a three way battle with Justin and Tezca, the South American death scythe.

Maka and Soul who are still at school discuss how Soul has been getting even more partner requests lately. Only Maka seems aware that an underclassmen has been following them as well.

Soul and Maka witness Blair and the Chupa witches make their way to meet with Shinigami-sama about rescuing Kid followed by BS breaking in behind them to show off the captured Eruka.

Spartoi and Blair enter the book intending to save Kid. While I won’t go over it in its entirety, it’s worthwhile to point out that Giriko describes Maka as looking 15 or so (Something the fandom used often as Maka’s age). However, when he also believed she was new henchman, he said she was 7/10 years too young to be working there suggesting he perceives her as younger than she is.

DtK gets consumed by madness and has a duel with BS.

Crona starts spreading madness zones in Russia. Maka and Soul journey with Stein, Kim and Jackie but Soul is briefly taken over by madness.

Kid starts pursuing for answers on Eibon.

Crona kills Medusa.

Spartoi is given the order to kill Crona if found. Maka does a soul perception search but instead comes across the kishin on the moon.

Shibusen prepares for the battle on the moon while Maka and Soul continue to look for Crona. Very little time passes during the kid salvage arc and it seems to be summer when preparations are finished. I would presume since an airship was needed to be built, the final battle takes place around August.

As Kid and the Death Scythes begin the battle on the moon, Spartoi joins Maka in finding Crona in Italy. Maka fails to talk Crona down who then heads to the moon with the intent to consume the Kishin.

Having no interest in killing Crona, the kids somewhat defect from Spartoi and head to the moon to aid in the fight. However, some of the fighters from the moon, including kid, return after struggling in their mission. Kid decides to gather allies with the witches in order to defeat Asura.

Crona consumes the kishin and battles Maka while stripping her friends and partner. Maka uses Spirit instead and Crona becomes frustrated at being unable to disharmonize the two. Spirit explains their parent/child connection is too strong to be unsynced causes them to freak out and be overtaken by the kishin.

The meister weapon pair trio battles Asura, Kid reaches godhood, Maka and Soul go inside the Kishin to find Crona, work with them, and kill the Kishin as they rip through him. The witches protect the humans from the flood of madness that spills out and a new era of Shibusen/Witch alliance forms.

Chrona deadass infects the world with boob madness.

A funeral for Shinigami-sama is held the following week.

Kid’s coronation occurs where he announces the end to the war between Shibusen and Witches. We know enough time has passed that people became used to the black moon and BS has decently healed despite literally breaking every bone in his body but Marie hasn’t gotten her baby bump yet which comes in during the third month of pregnancy meaning probably only 2 months at most have passed. October makes sense for where the story ends.

Final main 7 ages (vague ideas):

Maka: 17

Soul: 17.5

Black Star: 18

Tsubaki: 19-20

Death the Kid: 17.5

Liz:19-20

Patty:18

Total time since SEN started: 2.5 years

Total time since post prologue SE: ~2 years

Final thoughts:

Well, that took two long nights to write down. I tried not to give a tedious play by play and only put down the most essential of story details to help give an idea on time passage. It got progressively harder to detail time as sources started to dwindle from the manga timeline. I love the Spartoi arc so at some point I might go through that part again to reexamine some details. Japanese high school is only three years long so the idea of their story starting at Japan’s freshman age and ending around HS graduation seems fitting. One of the things that also occurred to me with the timeline write up was that Justin in concretely 17 when Crona briefly joins Shibusen, giving us someone to contrast against our cast. In this lovely breakdown we can see the growth spurt the main 3 guys go through but if you also look at their artwork in the later chapters, they also share similar slimmed features to Justin’s design. I will say, early on I was surprised how many time frame details I was able to pull out from the material. Soul Eater was always vague with the fine details but clearly some of us managed to pull out a lot from it.

In terms of the soul collection, the second 100 souls required 2 years to get(1 soul/mission a week). Soul collection would theoretically get easier over time and experience but its hard to figure out with all the variables we saw like a major injury, an attack on the city, and the kishin revival. Then there’s also questioning how long it took Maka and Soul to sync up. While Tsumugi’s case is unusual, it took her 6 months to even partner up (though then they also flawlessly killed a witch sooo). Going by the middle + high school model for Shibusen, Maka’s efficiency and a less big world issues could possibly validate the idea they could get that far in 3 years. Applying that much time for the idea Maka/Soul are 13 would mean they started their partnership at around 9-10 years old which seems unlikely to me. Then again, Justin became a death scythe AT 13 so who knows.

My last little thought is completely inconsequential but I see Maka as having an end of August birthday. The 23rd game to mind but I didn’t realize that was the switchover date from Leo to Virgo. Based on what google searches say about those signs, it feels fitting imo.

Well, congrats for making it all the way and thanks for hearing out my ramblings!

#soul eater #soul eater theorizing #soul eater ages

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mydearesthrry · 4 years ago

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places we won’t walk (chapter one) || peter parker

summary - the doors at midtown seem a little boring, but when you get introduced to someone you seem to remember, what happens when they seem to remember you too?

word count - 2.9k (wow shes gettin better!)

pairings - peter parker x fem!reader

warnings - like mild mention of s*xual assault, angst if you squint really hard, mj being a softy for you, mj being a lowkey bi, peter being stupid as always, y/n calling peter a colonizer.... thats it ok enjoy

a/n: so i know i last updated in october, but as u all saw i have a 25 days of xnas thing going on (PLS I WROTE THE A/N LIKE A MONTH AGO PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE XMAS THING DISREGARD) so pwww updates will be slow (as if they werent already omg) but the next chapter will be arriving hopefully, fingers crossed, on xmas eve or xmas! also, are you guys watching the new euphoria episode? also, i’ve stopped using the word ‘stuttering’, as it may be ableist, and i’d never wanna come off as insensitive. anyway lmao, enjoy chapter one, the trials and tribulations of hitting someone in the nuts.

also side note psa: biggest thank you to @blossomparkers for helping me so much w this chapter. i owe it all tooooo u lani yani. thank u for everything !!!!!

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when y/n y/m/n stark was in her early years, she was never aware of the impact her father would and did hold over her life, and in turn, the whole world. for the longest time, you’d always assumed that your father wasn’t real, and everything that had been told to you by malicious family members who were jealous over your father’s “successes” had been lies, and you had it believed yourself. no one would even think that you were tony stark’s daughter until it had been mentioned. tony’s snarky attitude had been a character trait that you’d gotten, and you always took pride in your humor and attitude.

the story of your mother and tony had been messy and all over the place. from a drunken hook-up followed by multiple days of morning sickness, to a surprise pregnancy test, the storyline of your parents had been.. well.. interesting to say the least. you never focused on your family’s history, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have two fucks to give about your family history, but you also never knew your father which was-- bizarre.

when tony had found out about you, he claimed it was a drunken accident, a mistake, and one he made when he was “less responsibly a stark”, which was actually just some fucking bullshit, but he didn’t wanna admit that he hooked up with some random chick at a bar that he thought was hot.

since you had been raised by a mother who was barely there, you had to raise yourself. you were kinda street smart and book smart, and you were always smart when it came to books, because you were the type to want to learn-- unlike others.

when you were in your teen years, you had tabs on you and the media on you 24/7 to make sure you didn’t royally fuck up. the unwanted attention became too much when you started realizing that people didn’t want you for your personality, they wanted you for your title. but this was after you moved from brooklyn. nuvale and peter never saw you as some “movie star”, or some famous person in the media because you weren’t. but when you had grown to learn what your father did, he had forced you to not fuck up to maintain his-- somewhat okay reputation.

you always wanted that superstar life, as a fantasy of course, but when you got to it, you realized the cliche-y-ness of it all. you’d idolized the famous women in the media-- idolized how they looked like. you realized fairly quick how fucked up the media truly is. you realized how things really aren’t as they seem. its not just the galas that look extravagant, or getting to wear a fancy new gucci outfit every night. it honestly was a whole bunch of other shit you wouldn’t even imagine. it comes with the no privacy thing- people stalking you in public, the death threats, so much shit that wouldn’t happen as common if you were just anonymous.

being an avenger (basically), your dad had natasha teach you the ropes; the basic rules of how to kick someones ass. it was a handbook that the women of the avengers had created, and it had all the rules and regulations of how to spar someone on the team, and basically how to righteously beat someone's ass up. it was never really something you found too important, but as you grew older, you realized that it was very important to know, especially since you were a girl.

despite your harsh remarks and snarky attitude, your father always knew how to hit a sensitive point in you that always managed to break you down. you never quite understood why he would want to make you feel worse about yourself than you already felt, but regardless, you always felt underappreciated by him. being a stark, you were expected to be a genius, get over the top grades, and constantly be able to keep up, but with your luck, you were graced with depression, social anxiety, and a 4.0 gpa. fun, right?

wrong.

when you were 11, you had made friends with the kids in your apartment halls, and you learned that their names were nuvale jones and peter parker, and you were basically the golden trio. you were hermione, peter was ron, and nuvale was harry. which, now that you look back at it, makes much more sense than any other arrangement. you also had another friend, harry osborn, but once he moved away, there was no way for you to talk to him anymore. he had moved across the country to california, and from then, it was just you, peter, and nuvale. your best friends ha been there for you for what seemed like decades, although you only knew them for about three.

peter was the boy with the rosy cheeks who little 12 year old you would get butterflies in her tummy. or the type of boy to bring you an extra snack if you weren’t able to pack it the night before. he was the type of boy to walk you to the nurses office if you got hit with a dodgeball. he was the type of boy to fall for someone like you. but he didn’t. or so you thought.

little prebubescent y/n was an awkward girl who thought the world would be on her side when she needed it the most, or that whenever you needed peter or nuva, they would be there. you didn’t think your best friend would stop talking to you after you had moved away. you were too naive to know that peter liked you, and you were too naive to know that he had liked you back, but you wanted to believe what your brain would tell you, so you decided to flush your feelings down the drain and forget about them, which, in hindsight, was a pretty shitty idea. who would’ve known?

your alarm clock blared loudly from beside you, causing you to let out a loud groan in protest. you hit the side of your head angrily, then whining and rubbing the spot which you hit. whines and loud sighs fell from your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, knowing what would come next after you would try to snooze your alarm.

“good morning, miss stark, how could i be of service to you this morning?” friday’s voice echoed through your large bedroom. you peaked your eyes and forehead from beneath the covers, your eyes slowly starting to adjust to the light that was pulled through the big blinds which were now open.

“mmm, fri, just tell happy to get the car ready, ill be ready in a few min- nevermind, tell him to get ready in thirty, im probably gonna fall asleep in the shower.” you croaked, taking your phone from the charger which was on your nightstand. you slipped on your bunny slippers and turned on the heater in your room, the draft filling your room with cold air throughout the night.

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once you walked through the large industrial doors of midtown’s cafeteria, everyones voices started to drop into sharp hushed whispers, making you roll your eyes and pull your hood up over your face. you pulled your airpods from your pockets into your ears and tried your best to avoid any and all eye contact with anyone you did end up coming into contact with. you walked over to the food bar where you grabbed a red school tray and plastered on your best smile to the lunch ladies who work oh so hard to make sure you all were fed. as you walked through the line, you could feel the intensified stares on you, making your back erupt in chills. you didn’t like to be watched, and the fact that you were a so-called celebrity didn’t help your cause in any way.

“hey.” a low voice called from behind you. it was a girl with curly hair with gorgeous light brown skin, and a jawline that would cut you. you were almost astonished by her beauty, but you remembered the facade you had to hold, especially to strangers that you didn’t know.

“hey?” you asked unsurely, wondering if she was with the media or not. which was something that tended to happen quite a bit.

“don’t worry, i’m not with the press. you just seem interesting.” she said in a monotone voice, but still with a strong look of seriousness on her face. you giggled softly when your eyes locked and your faces went totally still, making the girl in front of you laugh as well. she held out her hand in front of you, while also balancing her tray and book in the other hand. you placed yours into hers and shook it, smiling when she told you her name.

“michelle jones.” she smiled, your throat getting a little tight at her last name, and you had to admit that it struck a little chord within you, but you quickly cleared it from your thoughts and introduced yourself as well.

“y/n stark. pleasure to meet you, jones.”

“pleasure to meet you too.”

“so, i get that you’re new here,” she started walking, inviting you to walk along with her. “what- what are you doing here? i mean i get you’re smart and all, but this is a nerd school; you literally could’ve gone anywhere, so, might i ask, why here?”

“hm, interesting question. seriously i don’t know. my dad and i don’t really get along so he makes the decisions and i tell him if i like it or not. which by the way, i’m gonna have to stay near you-- you’re the only one making this bearable for me right now.” you snorted, nudging your elbow to hers.

“hm, daddy issues. great song, love the artists.” she smirked, making you shoot your head back in loud laughter, gaining some side eyed glances from a few people sitting at the tables around you.

“so, where are we sitting? i usually nev-”

“hey mj!” you were interrupted by a boyish laugh and hoots and hollers coming from a table two tables ahead of you.

“jesus fucking christ. what? just because i got some and you didn’t doesn’t mean that you have to be that fuckin’ loud about it.” she grumbled, placing her tray down, slinging the backpack on her right shoulder beside her. you looked at her with a nervous but curious glint in your eyes. she gave you a knowing look which said, ‘just go with what i say’, making you nod in understanding.

“woah! holy shit! i m- i mean woah- nice to- nice to meet you!” the boy fumbled over his words, looking at you and michelle in disbelief, shaking his friends shoulder and poking at his cheek.

“nice cut, g. looks nice.” you said to him, giggling as you stuck your straw into the mini juice box.

“o-oh, thanks… g?” he said back to you, observing your looks with a confused expression written on his face making you giggle at his confusion.

“peter! look! y/n stark is at our table!” he whisper shouted to his friend, making you look at michelle with a smile on your face and playfully rolling your eyes. she looked back at you, rolling her eyes as well, gesturing to her head as if saying ‘idiots’, making you giggle and turn back to them.

“so, bowl cut dude, what’s your name?” you nodded to him, picking at your salad with the blac spork that was so cordially given to you by mj.

“n-ned, ned leeds.” he smiled sheepishly.

“and you, colonizer, what’s your name?” you tapped on the table, alerting the boys attention. you could hear michelle and ned hollering and snickering from their seats, but decided to keep your poker face rolling. but i mean, how couldn’t you? the look on his face was absolutely priceless.

“peter park- wait did you just call me a colonizer?” he cut himself off in his own sentence, looking at his other friends for confirmation, to which they nodded, still cackling at the fact that you had indeed call him a colonizer.

“peter park, hm?” you teased, ignoring the way you hesitated and ignoring the way your chest felt heavy when the name of peter was said.

“n-no thats not my name-” he said, tripping over his words, making you let out a chuckle.

“i’m messing with you. with what you’ve given me, i could only guess your name is peter parker?” you rested your chin on your hand, engaging in the awkward conversation.

“yeah. thats my name.” he said more confidently, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“nice to meet you, parker.”

“you too, stark, my pleasure.”

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after the small encounter with your new found friends, you had gone back to your respective classes, which meant that your next class had peter in it. after you had split up, you decided to get there early to avoid any commotion surrounding you.

as the boring class continued, you heard the loud clicking of high heels in the hallways, which had to be one person and one person only.

“stark,” someone shouted from the door which swung open. low and behold, in front of you was the prickly bitch, your principal, mrs cunningham. “come with me, eugene’s parents have requested a meeting with you and your father considering that you had just hit their son in the private areas!” everyone snickered and laughed. finally someone had stood up to flash’s shit.

“y- you punched flash in the nuts? i thought that was just a rumor?” peter stuttered, looking at you in disbelief.

“yeah, the fuck was i gonna do? let him flirt with me? no. that bitch tried to grab my ass. i’m a stark, i was raised better than that.” you whispered to him, packing your bag as you did so.

“hm, guess you’re right. well, good luck stark.”

“thanks parker.”

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once you arrived in the principals office, you saw what seemed to be his mother in one of the seats decked out in expensive pearls and diamonds. typical.

“little miss over here punched my son in the privates! i will not allow this to happen!” fuck. you thought; another one of those stuck up cunty parents.

“pfft, probably paid to get their son into here.” you muttered under your breath, playing with your protection bracelets incase anything was to ever happen.

“wHAT? mrs cunningham, i will not allow this child to talk about my son this wa-”

“hello! i was called in?” a voice interrupted, one you could only peg as your father.

“ahh! mr stark! you’re finally here!” your hilarious excuse as a principal said cheerfully.

“i am! and i am here to.. come and have a meeting about my daughter's- behavior?” he asked questiongly, already seeing the triumphant and cocky look on your face. he knew you weren’t at fault, and you were gonna lie your pretty ass out of it.

“well, mr stark, we have a student in the nurses room due to the actions of your daughter!” she looked at him menacingly. he shook his head with a smile on his face and walked over to you, grasping your shoulders in his hands.

“well kiddo, wanna explain what and why you did what you did?” he smiled, giving you two taps on your shoulder, already knowing what was next. you two had a pretty good acting schedule when it came to it, when in reality, you despised eachother.

“sure daddy! eugene had been hitting on me for several days now, and even found my private social medias in use to.. how can i say this, use me for my fame? he tried talking to me, very inappropriately on several occasions, and even went as far as to try and grab me in areas in which i find extremely inappropriate, without my consent, might i add, which doesn’t seem okay with me. does it seem exceptional to you, mrs thompson?” you asked, while only keeping your eyes on his mother.

“why, i am so sorry miss stark! his father will be in contact, i did not raise my baby to be this way! im sorry for any inconvenience he may have caused you!” she gasped, raising a hand to her heart.

“it’s okay, i just request, may this never happen again? i would not like my privacy to be invaded, much less from your son, and can i please ask that he never try to hit on me, nor any girls at this school ever again? i can only imagine how many other girls this may have happened to, mrs thompson.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with fake tears. you reached up to touch your fathers hand, tapping it twice back, knowing that you both had just won.

“never again miss stark, once again, i am so sorry this happened to you.”

“it’s okay. now mrs cunningham, shall we see our way out?” your father answered for you, looking over at the old white woman who looked like a piece of cheese. she could only nod in awe, giving you the cue to pick up your bags and walk proudly to the door.

“thanks i guess.” you muttered, pulling out your airpods once more, hoping to seal the conversation with your father.

“yeah yeah, no problemo.” he muttered back, avoiding eye contact and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

once you reached the door, you remembered that you had left something in your locker, and informed your dad that you’d be going back to get it. he all but nodded and looked back at his shoes before trudging to the car.

once you entered the seemingly halls, much to your surprise, you saw a scrawny teenage boy lifting open a set of lockers, which you didn’t even know was possible, and pulling out a red and blue suit. once you saw who the hands belonged to, your mouth fell agape as you gasped,

“peter?”

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How A Demon Commissions An Angel ~ A Daminette FanFic ~ Chapter 6: A Need For Clarification

From the phone of Damian Wayne:

Chat Name: Unknown Number

Unknown Number: Hi, Damian? This is Marinette…

Me: You’re late.

Unknown Number: I know, I’m so sorry! There was a bit of an emergency…

Me: Oh?

Unknown Number: Yeah, sorry! I know you said you’d only be free for about another hour right? Can we work fast maybe?

Me: I suppose it’s better late than never, but in the future, know that I don’t tolerate tardiness.

Unknown Number: Look, things in Paris are kind of crazy right now. I can’t promise I won’t have to change plans unexpectedly but since we only have an hour to get things done, could we leave that talk for another time? I’ll try to let you know beforehand if something comes up. Okay?

Me: Fine, one second. I need to change your contact name.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay, let me do yours too!

Me: Do I want to know what you put me in as?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I bet you could guess :)

Me: …

Me: It’s not Arthur’s little sister, right?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Well, it wasn’t! :P

Me: No.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Yes.

Me: Change it back!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: You don’t even know what it was originally!

Me: Anything is better than that.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Fine…

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: But that means you can’t complain about what it is since you’re the one who told me to change it back.

Me: Fine, I don’t even want to know.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: But I do! What do you have me under?

Me: …

Me: Your initials.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Isn’t that a little too on the nose?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: (Not to mention totally uncreative)

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: But also, what if your brothers see?

Me: Well, not those initials…

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: ???

Me: Weren’t you the one who talked about how we only had an hour to do this?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Right! Sorry! Are you ready for some fast questions?

Me: Yes.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I’m going to start with Grayson’s sweater.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: What in your opinion constitutes a “tacky Christmas sweater”?

Me: Aren’t you the fashion designer? Shouldn’t you know this?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Well, I can’t say “tacky” is a style I’ve had much experience in sooo…

Me: Right…

Me: Well I guess I’d imagine it’d have to have a lot of bright colors.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: But you said Grayson likes navy blue, right?

Me: Right.

Me: Well before he liked navy blue, he used to wear a lot of neon red, yellow, and green.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: …

Me: You know, as a child.

Me: Plus they’re sort of Christmas colors in a way, right?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I see…

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: So when you said bright, you meant traffic-stoppingly bright?

Me: I suppose.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I see…

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: While I can’t say I would have ever thought to put those colors together before, if he wore them as a child I guess they would have kind of a sentimental value, like a nostalgic factor.

Me: In a way, it’s like an inside joke too, I suppose.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: How so? Me: Well, you see…

Me: After I moved in with my father, I needed clothes so I wore some of his.

Me: Well, they were clothes in his image.

Me: Of course, they weren’t hand-me-downs.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Huh. Whenever I pictured you, I can’t say it was in traffic light colors

Me: You picture me?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Hahaha, no! Silly, it was only a figure of speech.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Right! Well, we only have an hour so we better get back on track! I think the colors are a very good personal detail!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: So beside those, what else makes it a tacky xmas sweater?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Do you want a holiday design? Like Santa or a reindeer?

Me: Perhaps?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Or are there any other images you’d think he’d appreciate more?

Me: Well…

Me: Maybe a bird?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: A bird? Like a penguin?

Me: No! Definitely not!

Me: A robin

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: A robin? Why?

Me: As a child he also really liked the superhero Robin.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Oh! Batman’s sidekick, right?

Me: He’s Batman’s partner!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Right. Is that also where the traffic light colors come from? Me: I suppose you could say that, yes

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Well, doesn’t he have a logo or something? Would that be what you want on the sweater?

Me: No, he’s an adult now, even if he doesn’t act like it.

Me: I think if the design’s the actual bird it would seem more subtle.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: And thoughtful too! Less generic.

Me: I suppose so.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Cool, I’m starting to picture it. So do you actually want any Christmas aspects? Like do you want me to put a santa hat on the robin or maybe some wording on it like Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays?

Me: No, no santa hat and not “Merry Christmas” either.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay. Any text?

Me: Could you put “The First” on it?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I could… Why?

Me: Well, he is the oldest. So he was the first.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Right, no that makes sense.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: But I wonder…

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Hey Damian, is your brother as… formal as you?

Me: No.

Me: Definitely not. He has no manners.

Me: Why?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Well, a lot of young people use the term OG now. Maybe he would like that more.

Me: …

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: It means like the original.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: You know, I think it actually stands for original gangster…

Me: I see.

Me: You know what, that’s actually very fitting.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Really?

Me: Yes. It seems like I should be grateful for not only your fashion expertise but also your knowledge of popular culture.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Thank you?

Me: Very well, is that all for Grayson?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Uh, just a few more things. So no Christmas details then?

Me: Nothing more than similarities in the colors and style.

Me: What I’m picturing, at first glance, one might think it looks like a tacky Christmas sweater but if they were to look closely, there wouldn’t be actual references to the holiday.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Got it!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: So no hoods or pockets for this one?

Me: No. I think they’d be unnecessary.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay. Now, the main detail left is the thickness.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I’m going to have to knit this by hand so would you prefer I use a thin or thicker, fluffier yarn?

Me: I guess it would depend.

Me: Would a thicker material be scratchy?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: No, Damian. Nothing I make is scratchy.

Me: I see.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: The only differences would be a thicker yarn would make for a thicker and fluffier sweater and it would also be a bit warmer too.

Me: Oh well Gotham is pretty cold most of the time.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Gotham?

Me: It’s where my family lives. Well, Grayson also spends a lot of time in Blüdhaven.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Oh, I see why you guys like Robin now! He and Batman are based in Gotham right?

Me: Yes.

Me: Paris doesn’t have any superheroes right?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Oh no, we do.

Me: I’m sorry, excuse me? I’ve never heard of any!

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Ladybug and Cat Noir are the main ones.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: And our mayor tries his best to keep it out of international news to keep tourism going.

Me: So you’re telling me that those outlandish stories on the Ladyblog are true?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Most of them, yes.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Wait, you read the Ladyblog?

Me: I came across it while I was doing research on you.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I see…

Me: Is this a joke? If there’s supervillains in Paris, why hasn’t the Justice League gotten involved?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I don’t know?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I’m not really the person to be asking about this stuff.

Me: Right, sorry. It’s just hard to believe.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Yeah, I get it.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: That’s actually why I was late today. There was an akuma attack earlier.

Me: What?!

Me: Are you okay?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Oh I’m fine, Ladybug’s powers reverse all the damage.

Me: …

Me: I think this is going to take some time to sink in.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Right, well should we get back to the commission?

Me: Yes. Let’s.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay, so you’d prefer the thicker material then?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: It will cost more by the way.

Me: Yes, and money is never an issue.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Okay, then I think I have enough to get started on the sketch! I know we have two more brothers to go through but it’s getting late here and I still have some things to get done tonight…

Me: Of course.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Would you be free to talk some more same time tomorrow?

Me: I believe so.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: I’ll try my best to not be late this time. :)

Me: I understand now that it may be out of your control.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: Unfortunately, but hey what can you do?

Me: Right.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: If you have any time before we talk again, I’ve been thinking it might help if there’s any reference pictures you could show me.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: You know if you see anything online or in a store or even if there’s any pieces your brothers’ already own that you’d want me to take some inspiration from, could you maybe send me some pictures so I can have a better idea of what you’re looking for?

Me: I see. I’ll do my best.

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: That’s all I can ask! Goodnight, Damian! Talk to you tomorrow!

Me: Goodnight, Marinette.

Google Search History

What does P.S. stand for?

MDC

MDC Fashion Designer

The Ladyblog

Albert Einstein Human Stupidity Quote

What does fyi mean?

Aesthetic

What’s an aesthetic?

Aesthetic Urban Dictionary

How To Delete Search History

OG Urban Dictionary

Parisian Superheroes

Ladybug and Cat Noir

Ladyblog

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How To Get Paris News Updates

Chat Name: Father

Me: Father, were you aware that there are superheroes in Paris? Why hasn’t the Justice League done anything?!

Father: I’m sure the Justice League is monitoring the situation. There’s no cause for concern, son.

Me: Right. Of course, Father.

From the phone of Jason Todd:

Chat Name: The Boys (Minus The Demon)

replacement: ummm… sooo…

replacement: just walked into my room and guess what I see?

big bird: A mess?

replacement: no! the demon’s standing in front of my closet taking pictures of my clothes!

big bird: ?

Me: uh wat

big bird: How the hell was I supposed to guess that?

replacement: so then I ask him what he’s doing…

Me: anddddd

replacement: and he doesn’t even look at me but just says research…

replacement: ???

big bird: (shrugging emoji)

big bird: Maybe this is a good thing? I mean what if he is doing research for Christmas and actually paying attention to what we like?

replacement: okay???

Me: i dont know he has been acting weirder lately

Me: like when i came home he was glaring at his phone and kept checking it for like five min without noticing i was there

big bird: Oh!

big bird: I passed him in the hall earlier and get this: he was smiling at his phone as he typed!

Me: what1!!

replacement: why didn’t you warn us?!

big bird: Because guys? I’m pretty sure it wasn’t like a threatening smile. I think it was an actual like happy smile.

Me: yeah right! demon spawn doesnt know how to do that

replacement: do you know who he was texting?

Me: ?

big bird: No! And I didn’t want to ask…

replacement: well we need to figure it out.

Me: agreed

big bird: Unfortunately, because she helped him with the encryption, Babs can’t hack into his phone.

Me: well then well ned to steal it

Me: he has patrol with you guys tonight right

replacement: yes…

Me: ill get it from babs after you leave

replacement: good plan but we don’t know his password…

big bird: Oh, it’s I’m Batman!

Me: duh its im batman

replacement: ???

replacement: How do you know that?!

Me: like your password hasnt been it at one point

replacement: …

big bird: We’ve all been there!

Me: its practically a right of passage

replacement: *rite

Me: shut it replacement

Chat Name: carrot top

carrot top: do I even want to know why you stole the demon brat’s phone?

Me: uhhh no?

carrot top: great

carrot top: just make sure you return it before he gets back

carrot top: I have no wish to get stabbed with a katana tonight

Me: great thx babs!

carrot top: oh and by the way, its programmed to delete all unsaved data after five hours

Me: what!!!

Me: is there anyway you could retrieve his texts?

carrot top: of course I could!

carrot top: but Im not gonna

Me: why not???

carrot top: one word:

carrot top: katana

Me: fineee

From the phone of Damian Wayne:

Me: who is this?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Damian, it’s five in the morning.

Me: who are you and why are you texting this number?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Uh, it’s Marinette.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: remember me?

Me: hello, marinette.

Me: why are you in damians phone as t.g.y.t.t.b.?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: uh, I have no idea. it’s too early for this.

Me: so, tell me…

Me: what business do you have texting my brother?

T.G.Y.T.T.B.: ???

T.G.Y.T.T.B: oh, you’re Damian’s brother then?

Me: Yes, i’m Jason.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: You mean Grayson?

Me: i think i know my own name

Me: but to answer your question grayson is our other brother

Me: demon spawn likes to call by our last names

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Oh I thought it was just more…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: nevermind

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Wait, Demon spawn?

Me: damian

T.G.Y.T.T.B: thats…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: ironic.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: and kinda mean

Me: trust me he loves it

T.G.Y.T.T.B: So which one are you, Todd or Drake?

Me: todd

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Wait, why do you guys have different last names?

Me: uh cause all of us were adopted except for damian

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Oh

Me: but back to my question

Me: why are you texting my brother?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Uh well I’m not…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I wasn’t…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I was trying to sleep…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: And then I was texting you sooo

Me: Right but you were texting him earlier right?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: What does it matter to you?

Me: What business do you have texting my brother?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: None of yours

Me: …

Me: Im his brother!

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Exactly, his brother.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Not his parent

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Not his warden

T.G.Y.T.T.B: So if you really want to know why I’m texting Damian, maybe you should ask him instead of stealing his phone and bothering innocent girls at five in the morning.

Me: well to be fair its only 11 over here

Me: how was I supposed to know?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: By talking to your brother instead of stealing his phone?

Me: how did you even know I stole it?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: …

T.G.Y.T.T.B: really?

Me: hey now

Me: im only doing this because im concerned

Me: the kids been acting weird lately

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Gee, I wonder why.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Do you think it maybe has something to do with the fact that you’re all threatening to send him away?

Me: he told you about that?!

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Yes.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: So if that’s all, how about the next time you feel like sticking your head where it doesn’t belong, try talking to your brother first.

Me: wait

Me: can’t you give me anything to work with here?

Me: why did he tell you that he might be sent away? he barely mentions it

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Why does he even have to tell me in the first place? What kind of brother lets his sibling be shipped away?

Me: look

Me: you only know what damians told you

Me: there’s another side to the story.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I’m sure there is.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: But Damian is my friend not you, so I don’t particularly care to hear what you have to say.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: To me, you’re just the person who wants to send my friend away even though you say he’s your brother.

Me: So you’re demon spawn’s friend?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: No, I’m Damian’s friend.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Good night, Jason.

Me: wait

Me: i don’t really want him to be sent away or anything

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Have you done anything to help him stay?

Me: i’m trying to right now.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: How is any of this helping him?

Me: my brothers and I are trying to figure out what’s he getting us for xmas so we can make sure its good enough to satisfy dad

T.G.Y.T.T.B: How about instead of that you have some faith in him and try to convince your father to stop threatening to send him away?

Me: our old man isnt really the type to change his mind

Me: again i dont want him to leave or anything but he does need to get better

Me: i mean hell he broke a kids hand! that stuffs gotta stop

T.G.Y.T.T.B: …

T.G.Y.T.T.B: WHAT?!

Me: i see he didn’t tell you that

Me: look hes my brother

Me: i dont want him gone but things cant keep going on like this

Me: i know your his friend but he has to change and our dad is just trying to do what he thinks is best for him

T.G.Y.T.T.B: That’s enough!

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I told you I didn’t want to hear from you.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Damian’s my friend. He gets to decide what he tells me and when and it was very wrong of you to breach his trust like this. T.G.Y.T.T.B: Whatever Damian has done, it doesn’t mean you have the right to call him a demon and steal his phone. I want you to return it now.

Me: …

Me: your right

Me: im sorry.

Me: i guess we’re all just trying to do what’s best for him

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Maybe you should stop assuming you know what that is.

Me: i cant promise anything

Me: but im glad damian has you as friend

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Well…

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I’m glad that he has a brother who wants him to stay.

Me: he has three

T.G.Y.T.T.B: That’s even better.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Surely the three of you would be enough to change your father’s mind?

Me: its not as simply as that

Me: but i can promise you our dad wants whats best for damian too

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I’ll hold you to that promise.

Me: Im sure you will, spitfire.

T.G.Y.T.T.B: ?

Me: thats your nickname

T.G.Y.T.T.B: I see

T.G.Y.T.T.B: :)

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Maybe one day I’ll tell the very first nickname I gave your brother.

Me: anyway that day could be today?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Considering it’s now only eight o clock and you woke me up at five in the morning, no. I’m afraid not.

Me: wait

Me: it hasn’t already been three hours has it?

T.G.Y.T.T.B: It wouldn’t have been if you responded faster…

Me: uh oh

Me: crap crap crap

T.G.Y.T.T.B: What’s wrong?

Me: demon gonna kill me

Me: night sunshine

T.G.Y.T.T.B: Bye?

From the phone of Alfred Pennyworth:

Chat Name: Master Bruce

Master Bruce: Alfred, please hide as many of Damian’s weapons as you can.

Me: On it, Master Bruce. May I ask what happened?

Master Bruce: Jason stole Damian’s phone and used it to text one of Damian’s friends.

Me: Oh, I see.

Master Bruce: Hey, has Damian mentioned anything to you about a girl?

Me: A girl? No, not that I can recall, Master Bruce.

Me: Is that who Master Jason was texting?

Master Bruce: Yes, but I wasn’t aware Damian made any new friends.

Me: Neither was I. Perhaps he is progressing?

Master Bruce: I suppose we’ll see.

Me: Indeed.

I literally posted this just so I could say that chapter nine is on AO3!!!

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#MariBat #Daminette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Damian Wayne #FanFic

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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe- Final Chapter

Merry Christmas my sweet deers! I hope that you’ve all had a wonderful holiday season or just a lovely Winter. I made it! Here we are at The End. It’s short and sweet. Enjoy! Summary: The Big Day

Chapter 5: Joyeux

Flashback

“Yes, mother we’ll be there soon. Yes, of course, she’s coming.”

“I didn’t want to tell you before because I knew you’d be a nag about it.”

“Yes, you did raise me better than that. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll be there soon, she’s excited to meet you.”

Shikamaru ended the call annoyed. His mother just couldn’t let things go. She managed to guilt-trip him into coming home earlier. Which he hadn’t done. There were more deals to close and projects to work on. That came with a price. When she demanded an explanation about why he wasn’t home yet his mouth began to spout lies about a girlfriend and conflicting schedules. Now he had to produce some female that could act like a doting girlfriend for just a few days. He had his assistant arrange a few “auditions” for him when he landed. He just needed to pick some un-troublesome women that could play along and keep his secret for a generous amount of money. It was deceitful and a little pathetic when he thought about it but there was little else he could do.

He left the airport lounge on the way to the tarmac where the private planes boarded. He’d heard the announcement about the weather cancellations and was thankful that he wasn’t flying commercial. He couldn’t delay going home any longer lest his mother come there and drag him home herself.

That’s when he saw her. Blonde, beautiful with a tinge of sadness and disappointment in her striking teal eyes. Her face continued to fall as the customer service representative explained that the flights were all canceled. She, like so many others, probably had grand plans to be home for the holidays. Why her disappointment mattered more to him than anyone else’s, he wasn’t sure.

“Excuse me.”

End flashback

“What’s wrong my darling? Did Santa not bring you what you wanted this year?” Karura asked her daughter with a worried smile.

“How can you tell?” Temari wondered. She thought that she’d gone through the motions quite well. Her family was excited to have her back home and had gone through the usual holiday activities. She was happy and thankful to be back home but her heart was still heavy, despite pieces of it missing. Left in the leaves, covered by the snow.

Her mother drew her in tight and kissed her forehead. “Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes.” She had always told her that her eyes could never tell a lie.

Temari held onto her tight, Shikamaru’s stuffed deer that he’d hidden in her suitcase between them. She needed her mother’s comfort, hoping it could patch up the missing piece of her heart. “As powerful and magical as Santa is Mama, I don’t think that he can give me what I want this year.”

Karura gazed down at her daughter wishing that she could ease her heartache. “Well there’s still some Christmas left, amazing things can happen. And you my little Sand Storm deserve all the magic that it can give.”

“I have you and my brothers. I don’t need anything else.” It felt wrong lying to her mother.

“I’m not quite sure about that. Have some faith Temari. Especially today.”

Kankuro knocked on her door, interrupting the moment.

“Uhm Temari, there’s a guy outside in a fancy suit with a really expensive car looking for you. He seems a little too well dressed to be a hitman but uh I can try to get rid of him for you.”

Her heart began to beat rapidly, hope and warmth blossoming in her chest. “Did he give a name?”

“Shika something? I have Gaara keeping an eye on him.”

She stormed out of there to find him standing in the living room by their Christmas tree. Karura herded her sons away to give them some privacy.

“Shikamaru, what are you doing here?” She asked in disbelief that he was there.

“I shouldn’t have let you go the way that I did.”

His eyes were soft but thoughtful. “All my life I worked hard for what I wanted. Sacrificing time and relationships to acquire the things that I thought I needed to give my life meaning. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished but these last few days with you, well it showed me that there’s so much more.”

He stepped forward taking her shaky hands in his. “I kept trying to convince myself that this couldn’t be real. I'm not good with feelings. I’m rational, I plan. I could have never planned on you coming into my life. But I’ve never been more sure of anything. You and me together Tem. It just makes sense. I don’t need the presents, the snow, any of it. I just want you.”

His hand gently cupped her face, his thumb wiping away the stray tears that managed to escape her eyes.

“I want to keep playing with you in the snow till our fingers freeze. Have you teach me how to bake cookies. I want to take snowy walks to feed the deer, and to kiss you even when there’s no mistletoe. I want to share in and create even more traditions with you.”

She settled into his arms feeling her heart mend itself.

“This is absolutely crazy but if this year taught me anything it’s that life is unpredictable.” She gazed up at him, his soft brown eyes filled with love and joy for her.

“Shikamaru, you’re everything that I could have ever wished for. I don’t know if it was those long conversations where we’d talk about everything or the quiet moments that you just held me in your arms or if it really is just that we’re meant to be together. My heart is yours. I wanted so much for you to ask me to stay but I’m glad that you came to your senses. This is the best thing that you could have given me.”

She delighted in the warm kiss they shared. Thankful that this time she knew how they both felt. If he hadn’t followed her home she might have chased after him. Unable to imagine a life without him there.

When they separated he pulled her in tight layering kisses along her head. She was there in his arms again and it all felt right.

“So you must be Temari’s final Christmas gift.”

They looked up finding Karura standing there with a bright smile on her face.

“Sorry for interrupting. I’m Shikamaru. Your daughter is incredible and I just needed her to know that.” Temari blushed at the compliment and the amused look on her mother’s face.

“She really is, well we were just about to sit down for dinner so come on, there’s always room for one more.” Shikamaru was grateful to be welcomed to join with their traditions.

Temari took his hand in hers with an excited grin across her face. The new couple followed Karura into the dining room where Temari’s brothers were sitting tense and unsure.

Karura was kind and welcoming towards Shikamaru. She pushed her sons to be the same although they were more confused and worried about him.

Ice cold stares from Temari was enough to make them behave. This along with the additional gifts he’d had brought. By the end of the night, they warmed up to him and were closer to believing that he was good enough for their sister.

The food was eaten and the gifts exchanged. They called Shikaku and Yoshino to let them know that he made it. Amd to introduce them at least over the phone to her family. Numbers were exchanged and promises made to have combined family events in the future.

As the night came to a close, Shikamaru and Temari were dressed in another set of matching pajamas that he’d also given to her family. This set had a festive arrangement of cactuses to celebrate her home. She took him outside bundled up in blankets and jackets to gaze up at the desert night sky.

“This is kind of my own tradition. I’d come out here late Christmas night to look at the stars.”

He held her close as she described the different constellations. Content just to hear her voice.

Temari gazed at him, still amazed that he was there.

“So how did this all come about?”

“After you left my mom was inconsolable. I’d never seen her like that. Both of them were pretty annoyed that I hadn’t given you an engagement ring. Everything else was the same, but you weren’t there anymore. It felt empty and I couldn't handle the rest of my days being like that.”

He pulled her into a kiss, a simple reminder that she really was there.

“Nothing about how we left it felt right. I wanted so much to stop you from leaving or to follow you to the airport. I kept convincing myself that it just wasn’t possible. You don’t fall for someone that quickly. It’s pretty clear I’m a stubborn person. But with all the time we spent together, the conversations and experiences that we shared. How could I not fall for you? You’re my person.”

The whole time, he was falling right along with her.

Her fingers trailed over the watch she’d given him, remembering that fateful day. How different her day might be if it all hadn’t happened the way it did. How different her life would be.

She nestled herself into his arms sharing lazy loving kisses between them. “So what does tomorrow hold for us?”

With the bright lights of a million stars above them, her safe and warm in his arms, all was calm. And their futures bright.

“Everything.”

Please Have Snow and Mistletoe

Chapter 1: Flight XMAS

Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe

Chapter 3: Sweeter than a Sugar Plum

Chapter 4: A Christmas Poem

Chapter 5: Joyeux

Phew I can’t believe I wrote this in time. Also yes, Karura is there because I need more stories where the Sand Sibs have therir lovely mommy. You can imagine whatever you want for Rasa. I hope that you all enjoyed my Christmas gift to you! Writing and interacting with all you lovely readers has been my saving grace in such a crazy year. So you are all my gifts. Thank you for reading, all your love, and support and I hope that Santa brings you your own Shikamaru ;D I love you and see you in the new year!

#shikatema #shikatem #shikamaru x temari #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #christmas fluff #holiday fluff #modern au #fake dating #home for the holidays #we got snow and mistletoe #christmas day #sangriaslips #sunflowerstalks #ill be home for christmas #all is calm #all is bright #merry christmas loves

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starryknight09 · 4 years ago

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I absolutely love your Out of Darkness Irondad series!!! How do you write a huge multi-chartered fic? I really want to write one (even a five chapter one lol) but I just cant seem to ever finish one because I feel like I get unmotivated or something. Any tips? 🙏

Thank you! 😊

First, I’d say if you want to write a multi chaptered fic, you can do it! Having the confidence that you can finish it and committing to it is the first (and probably hardest step). Then as Ernest Hemingway said - There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter (ahem computer) and bleed. 😆

But seriously, what I do might not work for you, but I’m happy to share it. Before I start, I write down a kind of stream of consciousness outline for the entire story. It doesn't have every single detail but it has the plan for the beginning, middle, and end. Knowing your ending I’d say is the most important part because if you know how you want to begin and how you want to end then the middle stuff is just getting there. I’m assuming you’ve read Unforeseen dangers so as an example I included my outline below (to where I am so far, don’t want to spoil the entire story for people).

Aftermath of Ross’s capture – Tony makes Peter start to wear a watch with a tracker. Peter thinks it’s too invasive and doesn’t want it but then Tony promises he’ll only use it if it’s an emergency and Peter agrees. Talk about hacking Friday, sneaking out. Peter changes his name (with Pepper’s help) as a Xmas present for Tony. Peter’s identity is at risk of being discovered. Tony ignores it thinking it’ll blow over and they don’t have any real evidence anyway. He has the government aide fired. Peter continues to be bothered by his experience with Ross. Xmas with the Avengers – Peter gives Tony his present More and more pictures of Peter come out with Tony, the Avengers, Pepper, etc. but they’re never good enough to figure out who Peter is. Peter wants to be able to do things with Tony and wonders if it’s really so bad if they just tell people since it seems inevitable anyway. Tony tells him all the reasons it’s a bad idea (uses Ross as an example).

As you can see, it’s not super detailed, but it’s a rough guideline so when I sit down at the computer to write I’m not staring into space wondering what the next step is. And sometimes the story evolves as I write it and huge chunks of my original outline get cut out or bits get added. I’d say don’t follow your outline so strictly that you resist letting the story go where it organically wants to. Some of my favorite scenes turned up completely on their own.

What other advice can I give? Um I’d say start out with small writing goals so it doesn’t seem so insurmountable. If you sit down at a blank page and think wow I have to write 20,000 words you’re going to have a tough time, but if every time you sit down you just think, ok, my goal today is to just write 250 words, then it seems more attainable. And most times when I do this I end up writing more than 250, but on the days when that’s all I can squeeze out I feel like I accomplished something. Plus, if you write 250 words a day, you’ll have 3,500 words in 2 weeks, and 7,750 in a month (unless it’s February). Not too shabby...

My last piece of advice I’d give is to stop before you get to the end of a scene, which might seen counterintuitive, but it really helps keep your momentum going from day to day! So if you’re chugging along and know where the scene’s going, then stop before you get to the end of it, so you can pick up where you left off the next day. You can leave short notes for yourself so you don’t forget anything vital the next day - like I’ll sometimes leave a few lines of dialogue I’ve thought up and I want to incorporate in so I don’t forget. But stopping in the middle (or at least before the end of a scene) is important because when you sit down the next day to write you’ll know exactly where you were and where you want to go, so it’ll be a lot easier to start writing than if you’re trying to start writing after you’ve just finished the scene/chapter and you’re staring at the blank page with no sense of where exactly you want to go next. Also, I find I get more excited to start writing and I’m more likely to sit down and make time for writing if I’ve cut myself off in the middle of a scene I'm enjoying writing, so maybe that trick could help with the lack of motivation you’re talking about? The only caveat is that when you start in the middle of a scene and do get to the end of it you can’t call it a day, you at least have to start the next part so you’ll be in the midst of another scene before ending, but I find it so much easier to transition from the end of one scene to a new one when I’m already in the writing groove compared to sitting down cold and trying to come up with something.

This was probably way too much of an overshare but I love talking about writing and I hope it helped at least a little bit! Good luck!

#ask #writing advice

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sad-boy-mono · 4 years ago

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Character and Relationship Backstory and an update from me

Hey y'all! I have an update on where I've been at the end of this post for those of y'all who have been following Highschool Casualties and are wondering where I went, but if you've just stumbled across this I don't want to throw a long and random explination at ya!

Haven’t read the main story yet?

Heres the Tumblr Masterpost and the Ao3 link!

The characters

Damien Haas

16, sophomore in high school. Hardcore musical theater kid from grades 4-8. Loves to sing and shit. Got quite a few bigger roles early on. Things got busy freshman year, so he had to put things on hold.

(Favorite musical is probably falsettos or something idk I'm not a theater kid.)

(That's a lie, I'm just a bad theater kid XP)

Fucking loves superhero movies and shit because haha irony.

Favorite class is Drama, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but Shakespeare is forever.

Has an irrational fear of doctors, dentists, and needles due to some surgical mishaps that occurred when he was young. Also has a fear of the ocean.

Deals with anxiety and frequent panic attacks.

Shayne Topp

15, sophomore in high school. Really fucking loves football, but not on the team. He wanted to be, but he use to be friends with some of the people on the football team. And they... weren't the best to say the least. They were bad influences and caused Shayne to do bad things. He's no longer friends with them, but still goes to the games with Courtney and Damien to cheer on Courtny's brothers who are on the team.

Favorite class is probably woodworking, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but birdhouses are forever.

(Though he's actually really good at math, like he has the capability to take honors and do well. It just isn't fun.)

Doesn't know how to ride a bike and can't swim. Deep water freaks him out.

Has a huge fear of hurting other (because haha irony) and always puts his friends before himself.

Courtney Miller

14, freshman in high school. Loves writing and art. Has a lot of sketchbooks, but most of them are half filled. At this point she just collects cool sketchbooks.

Also love film/acting/drama but has a lot of anxiety around performing, so she ends up being on her school's tech crew. She's really good at editing, and has a passion for behind the scenes work around productions.

Favorite musical is Heathers.

Favorite class is her painting and art history class, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but art is forever.

Struggls a lot with school. Doesn't have many friends outside of Shayne and Damien, even when it comes to her tech crew. Generally on bad terms with "friends" (bullies) from middle school.

Doesn't enjoy the other people in her class. A few of them are former (or current) bullies from middle school.

Relationships

Damien and Shayne

Met in the first grade, became friends in a very first-grader-like manner.

Shayne: Hey I like your pokemon shirt

Damien: Oh thanks, you wanna play with trucks?

Shayne: Yeah sure.

They’ve been best friends ever since.

They had a bit of a falling out from mid 7th through 8th grade because of the guys Shayne hung out with. They were your average middle school douchbags but a lil worse.

Things got sorted the summer following 8th grade.

When they started high school, Shayne’s older brother would pick Damien up and give him a ride to school every morning; even though Damien was in walking distance.

But a month-ish before their freshman year, Shayne’s family ended up moving closer to Damien’s, because a tree fell through Shayne’s house during a terrible storm that hit their town. Even though it hypothetically could've been fixed, the house was old so they took it as a sign to just move.

Shayne is the only person who knows about Damien's anxiety outside of his family, and is who Damien goes to when he's having heighted anxiety or a panic attack.

They also bond over their fear of water strangly often.

Shayne and Courtney

Courtney’s family moved across the street from Shayne’s family when Courtney was in the 7th grade and Shayne was in the 8th. And after the initial family intoductions when the Millers first moved in, Shayne never talked to Courtney. Until about a month later, when he was home alone and Courtney knocked at his door.

After Shayne asked 'what's up?' Courtney asked if they could be friends.

“Do you know how to play smash?” Shayne asked.

Courtney sighed and let out a defeated ‘no’ and began walking away from the door.

“Ok, I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

They would hang out quite a bit until Shayne moved, but they still talked a lot.

Shayne later found out that Courtney would go door to door asking for friends. Shayne was the first and only person who had actually said yes.

Most people mistake them for siblings and when they find out they aren’t related, they assume they’re dating.

Shayne treats Courtney like a little sister and is very protective of her.

Shayne was fucking LIVID when he found out Courtney was being bullied. As much as he wanted to fight them, Courtney talked him down from doing so.

He still did the whole 'don't fuck with Courtney or I will fucking kill you' big brother thing. It did the trick for a while. When you're a very athletic 15 year old, it's easy to intimidate people that are younger than you.

Courtney hasn't told him about... the current bullies though.

Courtney and Damien

Met through Shayne. He made a group chat with the 3 of them that Shayne named “Operation Friendship”. Since Shayne and Damien weren't on speaking terms when Shayne and Courtney became friends they never had a chance to meet.

But they didn’t meet in person until Courtney’s first day of high school, where the 3 of them had their first class together, conveniently...

Anytime they play video games, a conversation along this happens.

"Courtney where did you learn to play this game?"

"...Shayne"

"Explains why you suck"

"HEY!"

(Shayne) "HEY!"

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Hey! Thank you so much for reading! It's been awhile hasn't it. Yeah, I'm sorry. My life has been all over the place for the past few months and I've been struggling to find the motivation to write. I don't want to specifics because it's not only very personal, but a long story.

But to summerize why I sorta dissapeared, I had a lot of personal issues going on with both school and home and as my mental health was on this steady, but consistent, decline, it was at its very lowest in December. My home issues had reached their peak, and with the end of the quarter coming up after Xmas break and my weeks worth of late work coming back to bite me, I was too stressed to work on anything I found enjoyable without losing motivation immidiently.

Things didn't start getting better for me until some time early in semester 2 of my year. My school was transitioning back into fully in person with covid rates at their lowest in my area and things were finally feeling consistant again, but I was still getting my bearings. School still felt draining, though much less than before, and I didn't have much energy to work on things I was passionate about. I don't think I even made a new document for chapter 6 until mid-ish March.

I'm very nervious about coming back to this story after so long for many reason. First being, although I am feeling better mentally, things feel very off with writing this story. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of passion to write this story and want to see it to completion, I've just had a fluxuating interest in smosh aswell. I enjoy the channel, just not as much as I use to. And my hyperfixation on Smosh was a big drive for me writing the story. Second being that I have so much writers block around the sixth chapter of this story, and I'm worried that as soon as I try to work on it, that block will make me lose my motivation again and I'll put it off for another 6 months.

This "chapter" (idk what else I'd call this) has probably been fully finished in my drafts for about a month now, and I've been putting off posting it because of those listed anxieties, but I really want to continue writing this story so I hope you enjoyed!

Also sorry if this explination was all over the place, I just got my first covid vaccine today and am feeling kinda bleh.

#smosh #damien haas #courtney miller #shayne topp #my smosh fic #Highschool Casualties

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wavesofthewest · 5 years ago

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Chapter 20: A Statue In A Marble Block

> Fate: Breed/scroll a dragon x2, new dragon

“Come on!” the young banescale laughed, dodging through the crowds in the coliseum. She and December had been, for a lack of better words, playing for the last few months. They had been trapped in the Ancients’ Coliseum for a year after the banescale incident, their stay leaking into the neutral year, when no elemental magic was stronger than another.

“Hey!” December called back, weaving between two guardians and catching his friend’s tail. “It’s not like-”

The fae was interrupted as the floor caved beneath them. It wasn’t unusual for the coliseum to break sometimes, seeing as it had stood for who knows how long, but it was still an annoyance whenever it did.

This time wasn’t like most times the ceiling crumbled or a pillar fell, though. They’d fallen into a small room - looked like storage, but there was only one thing in it. A guardian statue of marble stared back at them, standing tall and proud. Beside them, made of the same marble, lay an egg, uncanny in resemblance.

“This is pretty cool,” the banescale remarked, stepping towards the statue and examining the marble. “It’s as if a living dragon was turned to stone.”

“Yeah, Corrie, I don’t think this is the best idea in that case. Ancients’ Coliseum? Strong magic? Afterlife? Stuff we don’t want to mess with?” December replied. The fae turned towards the hole they had fallen through to end up in the room and was about to fly out when he heard a sigh from his friend.

“Corrie?”

“We can’t leave them here,” Corrie sighed. “I can sense life in the statue. It’s faint, but it’s there. And the egg…it’s dying, please December, we have to help them.”

December moved towards the statue with a sigh, setting his hand on the guardian’s foot.

“How do you know we can do this?” he asked. Neither of the dragons saw the crack of pink and blue light emerging from the place December had put his hand.

“We can try,” Corrie sighed. “At least for the egg. There’s a baby in there, locked away without any hope if someone doesn’t help it soon.”

“Or,” the fae said, glancing down at the foot and seeing the light cracks steadily spread from its origin point, “we can just not mess with things we know nothing about and let this do whatever it’s doing?” He gestured to the statue leg, which was now cracked into so many pieces one would wonder how it became so broken.

“Yeah, good idea,” Corrie gulped. The two backed to the other side of the room, waiting for the magic to finish its course before doing anything. Too scared to act, too awed to run away.

The statue continued to crack, streaming elemental magic and working faster the further it got. The egg began to glow with pure magic - all elements and none at the same time - and the marble crumbled away to reveal an ink black guardian with purple stripes across her back, wearing ragged armour and a damaged pink hat. The marble on the egg didn’t reveal an egg, but rather a hatchling, cottoncandy pink and a guardian, much like the mysterious newcomer. A bird sat on the hatchling’s head, which flew over to the adult and settled itself on her wing.

“Thank you,” the guardian said, smiling at the two, who hadn’t dare move or say anything as the guardians emerged from the statue. “And I see my little magical chest has grown into a young dragon. October, be a dear and tell these two who we are?” The hatchling looked up towards December and nodded.

“I’m October, which is the name Mum chose before the magic in her chest was combined with your power that freed her. She’s, uh, a mage from a few centuries back?” The hatchling glanced back towards the older guardian, who smiled. “I’m not sure. Her name’s Elena, you’re December and your friend’s interesting-”

“My name is Corrie and I’m not a science experiment,” the banescale cut, interrupting the hatchling. “And now we know and regret what was in here, I think it’s time to go.”

“Calm down, Corrie,” December sighed. “She called you interesting, not an experiment. Besides, does she even know where to go from here? And apparently this October’s able to walk and talk minutes after hatching? Only fae are supposed to be able to do that within a day. Something’s off here, Corrie. I think we should bring them back and let Petal take a look at them.”

“Yes, when we actually manage to get out of the damn coliseum! Which hasn’t happened for a year! It’s not going to happen anytime soo- where did they go?”

Elena had disappeared, along with October. The two hurried out of the room and scanned the coliseum for them.

“This could be really bad,” Corrie sighed. “What if they, I dunno, blow the coliseum up or something? She was trapped in a marble statue and got out, she can probably do anything.”

“You’re basing your judgement of her strength off of her capability to get out of a stone,” December replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you know how hard marble is to break? Besides.” The banescale pointed to a flash of pink light by the Mist District, followed by a loud crashing noise.

“Point proven,” December sighed and the two shot towards the district, where they found Elena and October amongst a gathering of dragons that were coughing or were otherwise quite obviously unwell.

“Get away from the sick, Elena,” Corrie said, pushing the guardian away from the crowd. “You don’t want to catch what they have, and we don’t want you making it any worse.”

“Oh, I know,” the guardian replied. “It’s the sickness that the nocturnes bring with them every time they visit an afterlife. Although, it is a lot worse than I imagined.”

“Wait, you know how to cure this?”

The three dragons turned to see Bedankt hover by them, agitated. Elena shrugged, December shook his head and Corrie glanced at the gathering of sick dragons.

“You’ve taken grandmother’s mantle,” December noted, looking at the blue scarf around the tribe leader’s neck. There was no reply.

“I know what it is, not how to cure it,” Elena eventually said, bowing her head. “But with a little time and a little help, I’m sure I can find one."

"Looks like Abstract and Nera have a helper,” Corrie shrugged.

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Happy New Year everyone! Excuse the lack of updates; with the Xmas holidays, I’d hoped to get in more than one update, but Dad had other plans. Those plans being no internet and no chromebook. Typing on mobile is hella annoying hence why this chapter is short.

New legacy heir, October! Yes, I wrote a familiar pull, nesting and hatching all in one chapter, sue me.

#fr #flight rising #pinkerlocke #lore #fr lore #tribe of clear waters #journey

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you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus · 6 years ago

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Cyrus’ Dictionary

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there’s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 8: Thantophobia

Word Count: 5158

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Nearly two weeks had passed since the encounter at the Spoon. Neither TJ nor Cyrus texted each other, their phones not buzzing with excitement like they had for most of the summer.

TJ hated being without Cyrus, if only for a few days, but this was getting excessive. It was as though this important part of him, this large part of him, was suddenly gone. And he knew that Cyrus wasn’t gone gone, but all of a sudden, he felt so much further away. Pulling up his phone, he hesitated, wanting to text Cyrus, but instead opening up Instagram to scroll through photos.

“Give me a sign,” he mumbled, scrolling past endless selfies of girls who applied just a touch too much makeup before an ad popped up. It was for the Christmas in July festival; the one that Cyrus had talked about a while ago.

“Gee, now you wanna give me a sign, universe?” TJ shook his head, opening up his text messages to text Cyrus.

[Me: so for that xmas in july festival thing, we still on for that?]

TJ sat staring at his phone for a few minutes waiting for that gray bubble with the three little dots to appear. Five minutes. Ten minutes. He gave up at about the twelve minute mark, setting his phone on the side.

And then it buzzed.

[Underdog <3: obvi!! we should go get clothes for that]

[Underdog <3: unless u own ugly christmas stuff]

TJ smiled, butterflies erupting from his stomach and fluttering up to his chest.

[Me: i only own the best of hoodies. where do we get stuff?]

[Underdog <3: the place across the street from cloud 10, hideous holidays]

[Me: see u there in like 15 minutes?]

[Underdog <3: ok!]

“I am not wearing this,” TJ shuddered, his fingers gliding over a sweater that was most certainly going to give him a rash, “I’ll look the the human embodiment of a bad office Christmas party,”

“C’mon it’s not that bad,” Cyrus tried to convince him, popping out of the dressing room, sporting a light up Hanukkah sweater, “but seriously, this is great, isn’t it?”

He twirled around in it, the lights nearly blinding TJ, but he smiled, shaking his head slightly. “You and only you could pull that off,” he chuckled, turning his attention back to the racks and picking out a slightly less atrocious sweater, “well?”

“Try it on,” Cyrus encouraged, pushing TJ towards the dressing room, “you never know until you try,”

“That’s for sure,” TJ mumbled from inside, putting the sweater over his blue tee. Granted it was a little itchy, but it wasn’t unbearable. He stepped out, grabbing a Santa hat from the shelf and putting it on his head. “Well?”

Cyrus turned around from where he was looking at menorah headbands. “Oh my gosh,” he sputtered, taking out his phone and snapping a picture, “blackmail,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” TJ narrowed his eyes, a grin splitting his face as he grabbed a light-up necklace and ran towards Cyrus, putting it around his neck and taking a picture. “Blackmail,” he mocked, raising his brows.

Cyrus let out a childish squeal, rushing towards where all the hats were and grabbed a bunch of them, throwing them at the other boy. TJ rushed forward and threw his hands around Cyrus, effectively pinning his arms down by his torso.

“Let me go,” Cyrus whined, giggling nonetheless, “I’ll do anything,”

“Well in that case,” TJ started, releasing one arm and pulling his phone out of his pocket and bringing it up, “smile,”

TJ snapped a selfie of the two of them, Cyrus with a light-up necklace around his neck, and TJ with one too many hats on his head. “We look great,” Cyrus mused, taking off the necklace and putting it back with the others.

“No way, you’re getting that,” TJ insisted, taking it back, “we’re getting these outfits for the festival,” he said, peeling off his sweater and his hats.

Cyrus rolled his eyes, struggling to get out of his sweater. “Only if you pay for them will I wear it to the festival,” he said, handing TJ all his clothes.

“Picky, picky,” TJ huffed, making his way over to the register with Cyrus behind him, “what did I do to deserve someone like you,” he mused, pulling out his wallet and fishing out some bills.

“I know, I’m pretty great,” Cyrus agreed, adding a pack of M&Ms to the bunch, “these are for you, as a thank you,”

“Even though I’m paying,” TJ chuckled, handing the money over to the lady behind the counter, “I appreciate the gesture, Underdog,” he said, pulling him in for a quick side hug.

“We’re having a couple discount, ten percent off your order,” the lady piped up as she started to ring up the items.

TJ felt his heart leap into his throat, his face turning a shade of red comparable to the Santa hat on the register. “Oh, uh, we’re not, uh. . .you know, we’re-”

“-not dating,” Cyrus finished for him, clearly flushed, but not unable to form sentences like TJ.

The lady, Ellen was what her name tag said, looked rather embarrassed. “Oh, sorry,” she apologized, bagging up the items and punching a few keys on the register, “I just thought that you guys were. . .nevermind. I, um, you guys have the discount, sorry about that,” she mumbled, printing the receipt and putting it in the bag. “Here’s your change,”

“Thanks,” TJ managed to get out, shoving the mess of coins and bills into his pocket and grabbing the bag, “have a good day,”

“You too,” she added, shaking her head at herself, “kids,” she muttered under her breath.

As soon as Cyrus and TJ left the store, TJ exhaled, feeling some of the excess color drain from his face. “These ones are yours,” he said, pulling out the necklace and sweater for Cyrus and handing them to him.

“Thanks,” he replied, pausing for a moment, “I really missed that, you know. Doing stupid stuff with you,”

TJ felt a familiar smile make its way onto his face; the kind was reserved for only Cyrus and Cyrus alone. “Me too,” he agreed, taking a seat on the bench by the store and patting the spot next to him for Cyrus to sit. Cyrus took a seat, kicking his legs up in front of him and gripping the seat of the bench.

“Do we wanna talk about it?” he asked, the question hanging in the air.

“About what the lady said inside? I mean I don’t think she meant any harm and I’m sure she w-”

“-no, not that,” Cyrus cut him off, “no, I mean what happened back at the Spoon,”

“Oh,” TJ mumbled, defeated. That something. “I mean, is there anything to talk about?” I only have a massive crush on you and it’s killing me inside.

Cyrus shrugged with one shoulder, leaning back against the bench. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “it was just. . .weird. I think I just, like, totally zoned out,”

Oh. “. . .Yeah, yeah me too,” TJ lied, nodding his head as if to convince himself as well as Cyrus, “Think I was just tired from not getting enough sleep,” he tacked on, knowing full well that it was a complete lie.

“I’m glad we’re back to being normal best friends,” Cyrus sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment and letting the sun warm his body.

“Yup. Friends,” TJ repeated, his voice cracking ever so slightly as he spoke, “wouldn’t wanna lose you,”

Cyrus opened his eyes, turning his head towards the other boy. “You’d never lose me, Teej,” he promised, “not unless you, like, murdered someone,”

TJ breathed a laugh, putting his arms on the back of the bench. “I know, I just. . .you’re important to me, you know, and I wouldn’t wanna lose that,” because I am so in love with you.

“You’re important to me too, you know,” Cyrus admitted, “sap,” he added with a giggle, pulling out his phone. He made a quick note of a word to write down for his journal entry.

thantophobia: fear of losing someone you love

“I should probably get back home. My mom doesn’t know I’m out,” TJ groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair and messing it up slightly.

“I’ll walk with you. Think I’m going to stop by the barber shop near your house and get a trim,” Cyrus said, running a hand through his hair, “My hair looks like a mess,”

“Lies, but okay,” TJ retorted, walking towards his street. He saw a pair of figures in the distance and could barely make them out, but once he got a little closer, he saw Amber and Andi. They were. . .talking, which was something that hadn’t happened a lot in the past few weeks.

“Turn around,” TJ whispered, bumping into Cyrus with his sudden motion.

“Wh-” Cyrus started, before following TJ’s line of sight and seeing the two girls talking, albeit intensely, looking closer to an argument.

Without thinking, TJ grabbed Cyrus’ hand and dragged him in the other direction, rounding another corner. When they were out of sight and earshot from the girls, he released Cyrus’ hand, feeling his own bead with sweat as he wiped it on his shorts.

“There’s another way to get home. It’s a little longer but, I didn’t wanna intrude on-”

“-that,” they said in unison, both breaking into smiles.

“Yeah, me neither,” Cyrus agreed, swinging his arms by his side, “I don’t think I’d like to know what they’re saying”

“Can’t we just talk about it?” Andi suggested, her gaze down on a new bracelet she’d made.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Amber said cooly, drumming her fingers against the picnic table they were sitting on.

“Please, Ambs,” Andi pleaded, taking off the bracelet and toying with it in her hand.

“Look,” Amber started, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, “I don’t wanna avoid you anymore, okay? We need to finish this, stupid, journalism assignment, so let’s just plan out some days to do things and get it over with. Just pretend nothing happened,”

Andi looked up from her bracelet, her eyes glossed over with a layer of tears. “. . .but what about us?”

“What about us, Andi?” Amber sighed, “That’s in the past, can’t you just move on already?” she snapped, a bit harsher than intended.

Andi put a hand on Amber’s. “You know I care about you, right? I shouldn’t have said anything and I’m really sorry about what happened,” she croaked, her voice thick with pain.

“Me too,” Amber said, offering her a sympathetic smile, “things just. . .weren’t meant to be, I guess,” she admitted, “which is okay, you know. . .sometimes things just don’t work out,” she finished, letting her blonde hair shield her face from Andi. She’d done her best to keep her composure and really act like this was no big deal, but she was breaking inside. Amber cared for Andi so much and it physically hurt not being around her.

“I need to do something before you go,” Andi said suddenly crossing her legs and facing the other girl. It was enough to snap Amber out of her thoughts and toss her hair behind her shoulders.

“Okay, sure, I guess, what do y-”

And before she could comprehend anything, Andi’s hands were on her face and her lips were on Andi’s. Amber was in such shock she didn’t know what do; was she even still alive? The kiss felt like it lasted forever and not long enough at the same time. And when Andi pulled away, clearly embarrassed by her actions and muttering apologies under her breath, she just sat there, stunned.

“Idiot, idiot, idiot,” Andi whispered to herself, walking away and swiping at the tears that fell.

Amber remained fixated on the girl, watching her turn into a dot in the distance. She feebly reached her hand up to her lips, still buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. It took her what felt like forever to come back to reality. She tugged on her hair, still ruminating on what had just happened. She cared about Andi so much, and that kiss. . .seemed to answer her questions and raise double the amount of questions simultaneously.

“I still really like her,” Amber whispered to herself, shutting her eyes and letting her eyes burn with tears, “I still like her, and I let her go,”

TJ felt the air conditioning hit him when he first opened the door, sighing audibly. As much as he loved summer, he couldn’t deny that it was so nice to walk into a cool house. Setting the bag down on the floor, he started to take his shoes off when his mom walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, where’ve you been?” she asked, grabbing a pitcher of milk from the fridge.

“Out shopping,” he said, holding up the bag, “it’s a bunch of things for the Christmas in July music festival,”

“That sounds fun,” she replied, adding the milk to her already brewed coffee, “I think I saw an ad about that on Facebook,”

“Yeah, Cyrus and I have been planning for a while, and I still need to get tickets, but then after that I-”

“-Cyrus?” his mom cut in, her voice shrill and piercing.

Shit, TJ. Why can’t you go two seconds without mentioning Cyrus? “I-uh,” he cleared his throat, face turning redder by the second, “y-yeah. We’re journalism partners, remember? I told you that we had to work together and write about it, take pictures, you know,” he explained, his voice growing consistently softer.

“You can’t go to the festival with him,” she said plainly, as though with a hint of disappointment in her voice. She took a sip of her coffee, meeting her son’s gaze for the first time since he walked in.

“Wh-mom,” he practically whined, “please don’t do this,” he begged. Please don’t take me away from Cyrus.

“I’ve already said why, TJ, and I’m not going to explain it again,” she said firmly, leaning against the counter, “I’m not going to have my son hang out with. . .people like him,”

TJ could almost hear the smoke coming out of his ears, his heart thumping so loudly in his ears that he thought his eardrum would burst. “People like him?” he repeated, his voice rising, “Mom, you don’t know him at all! Cyrus is the nicest, sweetest, kindest, smartest, best person I know,” he rambled, crossing his arms. And also I’m so in love with him and I love the way he smiles and when he laughs I feel like I’m going to faint from happiness and I just want to kiss him a thousand times.

His mom simply shook her head, her short, graying hair dusting her shoulders. “See? It already sounds like you’re in love with the boy,” she mused, nearly grimacing at the very thought.

TJ felt a lot of things in that moment; embarrassment, anger, shock, confusion, frustration. But he never expected himself to say anything about it. “Cyrus is the best thing in my life,” he stated, no wavering in his voice, no fear in his eyes.

She took a sip of her coffee again, setting it down with a high-pitched ‘clink’. “TJ. You can’t go with him, end of discussion,”

“But I already promised!” TJ insisted, frustration bubbling up inside of him with each word.

“And I already said you couldn’t go,” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes hardening, “tell him you can’t go with him and that’s that, TJ. You’re done with him,”

TJ felt his hands balling up into fists, shaking at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the nearby wall, but somehow, he managed to contain himself. “You have no idea what you’re doing,” he seethed, grabbing his phone and heading out the door, slamming it behind him.

[Me: can u come to the swings now? i need to talk to you]

TJ stomped his way down to the park, feeling a lump in his throat rise, making him feel as though he couldn’t breathe. His eyes were burning, tears wanting to trickle down his face, but he refused. He was going to do this calmly and smoothly.

[Underdog <3: okay...i’ll see u there]

“So,” Walker started, swinging his and Jonah’s intertwined hands, “there’s this pride parade happening next week. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Obviously,” Jonah chuckled, the idea painting a smile on his face, “I just. . .I don’t know what my parents would say about that,”

“Oh, we can do something else,” Walker suggested quickly, “you know I’d never put you in a situation that made you uncomfortable, right?”

Jonah nodded, furrowing his brows together. “I know, and I like really want to go,” he sighed, thinking it over for a moment, “I could. . .tell them I’m doing something else?”

Walker quirked a brow, stopping Jonah for a second to he could face him. “You really don’t have to, Jonah. Whatever you feel comfortable with, I’m right there with you, all the way,”

Jonah smiled, his cheeks a dusty pink. How was he so lucky to have someone like Walker in his life? “I know. I want to do this. You and me, together,” he chirped, leaning in and pressing his forehead against Walker’s.

Walker felt a rush of warmth take over his body, tilting his head a little to give Jonah a quick peck on his nose. “Together,”

Cyrus walked up towards the swings, seeing TJ lazily move in one of them. “Hey, I got your text, is everything okay?”

No. “Yeah,” TJ lied, looking at the ground so Cyrus couldn’t see the tips of his ears burning, “I just needed to talk to you,” he started, motioning for Cyrus to take a seat on the open swing.

“About what?”

“. . .about the Christmas festival,” he sighed, his heart already racing, and he wasn’t even at the worst part.

“Oh, I still need to get tickets for us, shoot,” Cyrus mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, “I promise when I get home I’ll get them for us, I’ve just been thinking a lot lately,”

“Right,” TJ mumbled, kicking at the ground, “about that.” He exhaled sharply out of his nose, gripping onto the swing chains harder. He couldn’t even face Cyrus; he knew he’d start crying the moment his eyes met the other boy’s. Just spit it out, his mind yelled at him, causing his to squint his eyes shut.

TJ opened his mouth to say something, but then he felt Cyrus put his hand over one of his own. He felt his breath hitch, a familiar lump forming in the back of his throat. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Not now.

“I-uh. . .I can’t go to the festival with you anymore,” he said quickly, his voice growing meeker with each word. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the other boy’s reaction, but he immediately felt Cyrus retract his hand, as if he’d been burned.

“What do you mean you can’t? We’ve been planning this for weeks, TJ,” Cyrus exclaimed, hopping off his swing, and although TJ couldn’t see it, he was staring the taller boy down from his swing.

“I know,” he muttered weakly, scrubbing harshly at his eyes, continuously reminding himself not to cry, “and, shit, I really wanted to, but,”

“But what, TJ? Did something else come up?” Cyrus asked. TJ looked up to meet his gaze and instantly regretted it. He no longer saw the warm flame of happiness burning in the other boy’s eyes; they reminded him of when he was with him in the cafeteria and he looked terrified of the other students.

TJ bit down so harshly on his lower lip that he almost drew blood, but he didn’t care; that pain was nothing. “I-my mom. . .she said I couldn’t go,” he supplied lamely, hoping that was enough of an answer.

Cyrus frowned, his brows furrowing up. “Is it like a transportation issue? My mom could drive us both down there and she could even-”

“No, it’s not that,” he cut in, his gaze returning to the wood chips underneath his sneakers. He could sense his hands were trembling, but all he did was grip onto the chains harder. Deep breath, TJ, he reminded himself, exhaling a final breath.

“She doesn’t want me hanging out with you because you’re. . .” he trailed, waving his hand and gesturing without saying anything more. And God it hurt to badly to do this he felt like he was in physical pain.

A beat. Two beats. Cyrus took a step forward, studying the other boy’s face carefully. “Because I’m gay? You can say the word, you know,”

I know. “. . .Yeah, that,” TJ replied shakily. He technically had the ability to say the word, but he could barely say it to himself in the mirror. How was he expected to say it so nonchalantly in front of Cyrus?

“And. . .you’re just going to ditch me just like that?” he continued. Another step forward. Slowly, TJ could feel his carefully constructed walls starting to crumble. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t start crying, at least not here.

TJ shrugged in response, toying with the strings of his hoodie. “I mean, what else can I do? She’s an adult, and she’s in charge and-”

“Are you implying that she’s right about this whole situation? That it makes sense for you to not be able to hang out with me because I’m gay?” Cyrus demanded, causing TJ to gulp. He’d never seen Cyrus so adamant, and he’d never felt to vulnerable. How the tables have turned.

“If I’m being honest, Cyrus, I didn’t-”

“Oh, now you’re going to start being honest?” he scoffed, crossing his arms, “has everything until now been a lie?”

The question hung in the air, thick with tension. Neither boy stirred. TJ had completely stopped swaying on his swing; the only noise was the rustling of the wind through the trees. TJ had always loved silence, but something about this one seemed bad. Really bad.

“. . .Did you mean it,” Cyrus deadpanned, knowing his voice was on the edge of breaking, “when I came out to you, and you said that you’d accept me no matter what. Did you really mean it?”

A pause. With each moment of silence that passed, TJ could feel the lump in his throat grow more prominent. He felt tears start to bud at the corners of his eyes, but he scrubbed them away.

“Cyrus, please, I-“

“You what, TJ?” he snapped, narrowing his eyes, “you can’t just deal with your mom not approving of something you do? I’m sure that’s not new to her,”

TJ clenched his hands around the chains and released them, over and over. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cyrus brushed it off, his voice cracking as he kicked at the ground, “some people are homophobic,”

TJ jumped up from his swing, taking a step towards Cyrus. “I am not homophobic,” he hissed, curling his toes inside his sneakers, “dumb, insensitive, and a fucking idiot, yeah,”

“Don’t try and play the victim here,” Cyrus jabbed, “it’s not my fault you can’t stand up to your own mother,”

“You have no idea what it’s like living with her,” he started, glaring at the other boy, “she’s—“

“Homophobic,” Cyrus finished, “like you,”

TJ felt his blood boiling, his vision becoming a little blurry through tears. “I am not and frankly cannot be homophobic!”

“Oh? And how’s that?” Cyrus demanded, getting closer to TJ by the second.

“Because I’m fucking gay!”

And there it was. He’d finally said the word out loud; in front of another person, as well. It felt almost relieving, and probably would have felt better if he wasn’t fighting with Cyrus. He expected Cyrus to be shocked, maybe take a second to think it over.

What he did not expect Cyrus to do was laugh. Like, full on, doubling over.

“You really got me there,” he said through a chuckle, a few tears trickling down his face, “you think you can just pretend to be gay to try and make this whole thing okay?”

Pretend. Pretend. “I’m telling the truth, Cyrus, I—“

“How am I supposed to believe that, TJ?” he cut in, searching his eyes for some sort of answer, “you’ve basically been taking your mom’s side all day,” he accused.

And then TJ broke. His walls were reduced to piles of sand, his clever comebacks dying before they reached his tongue. Tears flowed freely down his face. If you asked him, it was utterly pathetic.

Cyrus stared at the ground for a moment, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’m cut out for journalism. I don’t think I can do this,”

TJ angrily swiped at his tears, trying to meet his gaze. “Don’t quit the class because of me,”

Cyrus scoffed, dabbing at his own tears. “Oh, please, I’m not quitting because of you. I’m quitting in spite of you. There’s a difference,” he grumbled.

“How am I supposed to do the assignment then?”

Cyrus’ jaw dropped slightly, letting out a breathy laugh. “For once, that’s not my problem,” he stated with as much confidence as he could possibly gather. Silence fell over them, save for their occasional sniffing.

“You know,” Cyrus started, a smile ghosting his lips, “I hated you before I even met you. Buffy told me all about you and I believed her blindly,” he paused, glancing up at TJ, whose gaze was on the ground.

“And when you started being nice to me, doing all these things with me,” he mumbled, pacing around so harshly he thought his footsteps would burn right through wood chips, “and I thought that maybe Buffy was wrong. That I was right and that you were actually a good person; someone who’s changed,” he choked back a sob, trying to smile at the situation.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more wrong in my life,” he blubbered, pressing against his eyes firmly.

TJ looked at him with watery eyes. He wanted to say that Buffy was wrong, and that he had changed. That he cared about Cyrus more than anyone could imagine. That all the good things he’d done were because of Cyrus. That he was so utterly in love with him. But all the words were caught in his throat, held back by tears and fear.

After another beat, Cyrus sighed audibly, and started walking away. With each step, he could feel more and more tears slip down his face and drip onto his shirt or the grass. At one point he slowed his pace, begrudgingly turning around to see the swings and see if TJ was still there. But all he saw was two empty swings, swaying gently in the wind.

6/23

Today was the worst day of my life. TJ hates me because I’m gay, and cancelled plans to go to the Christmas in July festival. I should have just believed Buffy when she said that he was ‘Toxic TJ Kippen’, and that he was bad news. I really thought that this project would bring us together. Turns out I was wrong.

Cyrus wiped away tears quickly, before they had a chance to smudge his writing. This was probably going to be the last entry of the journal, considering he was seriously contemplating dropping the class. Yes, he loved journalism and it was something he definitely wanted to pursue in college. No, he didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer with TJ. Pushing his journal aside, his picked up his phone. Several new texts from TJ, one from Buffy, and a notification letting him know that his order for a new theatre book would arrive soon. His hands trembled, setting the phone aside to flip to the back of his notebook.

thantophobia: the fear of losing someone you love

Cyrus sighed, a few loose tears trickling down his face. No matter how mad TJ made him, how upset he felt, he couldn’t bring himself to tear out the little sheet of words. Trying to distract himself, he picked up his phone again.

[real vampire slayer not clickbait: sorry for teasing you about tj. he just seems like he rlly likes you, you know?]

Cyrus almost smiled: almost. Buffy rarely apologized, but she seemed to be getting better at that.

[Me: dont worry about that or us jsdhkjfsd]

And he meant it. He didn’t want Buffy to worry about what was happening; he didn’t want anyone knowing what happened.

7 new messages from ‘Teej’

Cyrus hesitated, his finger hovering; one click to just see the messages. And he really wanted to, but he also didn’t want to. It was this inner tug of war where nobody won, and Cyrus ended up losing either way. Shutting his eyes, he tapped on the screen, opening up his messages.

[Teej: cyrus im so so sorry i fucked up so badly]

[Teej: i do support you like so much]

[Teej: please talk to me]

[Teej: i can’t stand not talking to you]

[Teej: please answer my texts, i wanna make sure you’re ok]

[Teej: cyrus please]

[Teej: sorry]

Cyrus read the texts, over and over. Eventually the colors started to blend together, the white background and the blue bubbles becoming one blob as his eyes glossed over with tears. He turned his phone off, putting it under his pillow and burying his head in the pillow, his sobs muffled by the fabric.

6/23

I screwed up so badly today. I lost my best friend, all because I’m scared of my mom. I’m such a coward. I’ll never get to talk to him again. I’ve lost him. I’ll never get to hear him laugh, or see him smile, or tell him that I love him. Classic TJ. Anything good, I gotta ruin it.

TJ let out a frustrated sigh, blinking his eyes a few times. He’d done his share of crying, his eyes now irritated and puffy. He tried taking a shower, to clear his head, but that didn’t help at all. Everything seemed to be crumbling before his very eyes.

“TJ? Can I come in?”

Amber. TJ groaned, pulling a blanket over his face. “Go away,” he whimpered, and cleared his throat, “I don’t wanna see anyone,”

“You’ve been crying,” she observed, solely from his voice.

“. . .no,” he lied, crossing his arms, but not like she could see him.

“TJ.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he protested, “not now,”

Amber nodded, taking a step back. “Whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me,” she said, walking back to her room and shutting the door.

Only when TJ knew that she was gone did he go into the bathroom, turn on the water, pull his knees into his chest, and sob until he cried himself to sleep.

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A Vulgatto love story (Chapter 4) on Ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19208641/chapters/47862484

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19208641/chapters/45666574 (Chapter 1)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19208641/chapters/45808453 (Chapter 2)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19208641/chapters/46726570 (Chapter 3)

Chapter 4: A slight suspicion and terrible news...

Although they have been together almost for 30 years,not only in his show but in real life too,and although they knew each other very well (until now),it has been a few months that Joe and Sal were legally married.

But there will be something unforeseen that will test the two jokers. -Hey guys,I've noticed that Joe has been strange!- Sal confessed to Brian and James,while the three guys were near of Murr's apartament. -Do you think that Joey have something wrong?- Murr asked him something worried. And Q stayed with a bit of intrigue... -I hope not! Joe and I went to an adoption center to adopt a baby,but they warned us that if one of us in the general diagnosis would let me know if something went wrong! I think I'm going to visit the doctor to see what happened!- -Alright! Good luck,buddy!- Q assured. -Yes Sal!- Murr said,agreed with Quinn. Both gave affectionate caresses to Vulcano as a show of support for him,and also for Gatto surely...

Sal went to see the doctor to find out what happened to the studies,and why the doctor did not call him to notify him of the news. -All right,Mr. Gatto. What is your query?- -It's supposed that you let me know if all the tests went well to be able to adopt or have a child!- -Look Sal,I've checked your sperm or whatever you and your husband have given me,and there was a failure...- -Emm... But who is it that failed? Whose fault is it?- -I would not say that!- -If we can't have children, we could adopt,don't you think?- -It's much harder to explain...- -But who among us didn't work,Joey or me?- -Um... The answer is Joe! And I think that he's very sick!- The doctor announced to the Cuban young boy. -Explain it to me!- Sal asked for an explanation. -He is evicted! And with this I mean that he is deteriorated! To be brief,unfortunately your husband has a terminal illness!- -WHAT? No,it is not possible! There has to be a mistake!- Before this unthinkable news,Vulcano was perplexed,and could not believe this! -I already made the diagnosis with his blood more than once,and there is no doubt!- Sadly,Sal was silent for a few minutes,unable to assimilate that his beloved husband suffered from a serious illness,that would explain why he noticed that Joe was not well,but he never imagined that he had a disease;especially because the moments they spent together,he didn't notice that he was bad from health or cheerfully... -What can I do for Joe? He is only 43 years old,almost the same age as me,and we have been together,especially before we got married...!- -I suggest that you to be normal and that you make him happy!- -To be normal...? This will be tough for me,but I will try!- Sal left the office,and walked thoughtfully and sorry for the bad news around his blue-eyed man.

Upon arriving home,once inside,Sal went to look for Joe. -Joe! I'm here!- Sal didn't find him in the kitchen and didn't hear his voice,so he decided to find out where he was. He went to his room and finally found Joey near of his bed,paying attention to his dogs;and he smiled him. Vulcano approached to Gatto,stroking his cheek affectionately. -Ah Sally! How good that you came back! I needed you!- Joe pronounced,relieved to see his boy back. -Me too,Joey!- Sal answered to his man,while he hugged him. -And about the analysis we are fine,right?- -Yes!-

-Even so,I want to keep trying!- The two kissed and Sal did not stop clinging to her husband that day... Hours later,they went to sleep. The next morning,the alarm rang and Vulcano turned it off, but he didn't see Gatto. -Joe! Joe! Joe!- When Sal ran to look for him,he saw him cooking and preferred to sit at the table;although what he could not avoid is saddened by Joe.

-Are you going to meet the boys?- -I think I'm going to cancel that!- -You shouldn't get away from our best friends for me!-

Sal obeyed Joe's request,and went to meet with Q and Murr. He didn't have a bad time with the other two jokers,but he didn't know how to tell to the two (not even Joe) what happened to the results of the office and what unfortunately the blue-eyed man suffered.

Before going home,Vulcano looked in a window and saw a promotion that It consisted in some tickets to go to Cancun. The emerald-eyed man decided to buy these tickets without hestation. When he returned home... -Hey Joe!- -What's up,pal?- -I bought two tickets to travel to Cancun and in the middle of the holidays!- -Oh Sal! You shouldn't have done it! I think that I will not accept it!- -Why?- -Because the doctor called me and told me why we can't adopt!-

-I didn't except that he had our phone!- -You didn't say that I suffered from something,because you didn't want me to suffer or for any another reason?- -Joe... I...!- -Sal,you know that I'm fearless! And I think that I'm ready to face this!- Joe assured to Sal,looking at him with a serious glance,because maybe he might not like that his own partner lied to him. In spite of that,they were still together and did not move away from each other,especially because the two went to the living room to have their private moment;while the lights were ajar and it was not known if it was still late or night that day... -Once I'm gone,you'll be the cheerful widower!- -Joe...I will not be happy!- -Hey! I need that you to be happy! Right?- -I will try!- Sal said to Joe,almost holding his husband in his arms,while they were in the same chair,and kissing each other in the middle of the night. The next day,Joe and Sal went to a skating rink (on the outside of Staten Island) to have fun. -I can't believe that I'm skating!- Sal said,sliding with his skates. -You know I'm not very good at skating that fast,Sally!- Joe assured to his cuban boy,off the track.

-Yes,I know!- Sal chuckled a bit,and continued to skating,while Joe observed without taking his eyes off him...

Then,the couple went to a restaurant,but not only to order on the menu and eat... -Hey Sal!- -Yes?- -I have thought that Murr and Q should know what is happening!- -It is not easy,but you may be right!- Gatto called his other brothers on his cell phone,and the boys arrived on time there. -Fellows,Sal and I need to tell you something!- James and Brian were intrigued to know what Sal and Joe wanted to tell them. -I have a terminal illness!- -This is a joke?- Murr asked to Joey,a bit surpised... -No,buddy!- Q didn't know what to say and remained silent. Without saying much more,the two jokers stood up and hugged Joe and Sal. The couple of men did not refuse,and they hugged him back. After that emotional hug,James and Brian said goodbye to their two best friends,and only Vulcano and her husband remained at their table in the restaurant.

-Joe,where do you want to go?- Sal asked at Joe,while he took his hand. -To the hospital!- Joe responded to his beloved husband,almost certainly what he wanted to do. After leaving the restaurant,Sal clung to Joe just in case and they walked under the immense snowfall,and during their march;they stopped a taxi,heading to the hospital. Upon arriving at the clinic,the jokers arrived and went to the desk,in which someone attended them,but Sal and Joe were still well clinging.

At least,Vulcano was able to accompany Gatto,before the doctors took him on a stretcher and went to the operating room or intensive therapy. It seemed that the minutes were not happening so quickly,while Sal waited in the waiting room for some news of Joe's state of health (despite the horrible disease he had unfortunately). Just a doctor passed by where Sal was,and the emerald-eyed boy stopped him. -How is my husband?- -He is lucid. He seems to have good self-esteem himself,especially to overcome everything!- Sal chuckled a little,but after a few seconds he asked something in a disturbing tone. -How long will he survive?- -I am not sure... He could live for 1 year or 6 months due to this disease!- Sal looked at the floor almost sadly,but would do his best for Joe. -I still do my stand-up functions,and I will try to raise the possible money to give him the best treatment!- Sal responded,determined. Sal finally gave his savings to the doctors to give Joe Gatto the best treatment. Not only has he raised a few dollars on his own,but he also had unexpected help and collaboration from Joe's ex-wife,Bessy Gatto. Although he did not have a good talk on the phone,for some reason,he decided to call her again,and despite the differences they have, there is one thing they have in common: His concern for Joey. Bessy donated a bit of her money to help Sal out of the doubts... And with that extra help (and his savings),Vulcano was able to afford the right treatment for the blue-eyed man. Before Christmas,Q and Murr told Sal by his mobile that they were going to visit her husband,and that gave a smile to his brother,and so it happened. The two best friends before celebrating the holidays called Sal again,but to keep him up to date with Gatto's news. Vulcano assured them that he would tell them about Joe. After the call exchanges between the three jokers,Sal went to visit Joe (before that,he received support from Brian and James,not only for him but for Joe). When the Cuban boy entered the room,Joe saw him and greeted him since his bed hospital. -Hi Sal!-

-Hi Joe!- -I think I'll go now right in the Christmas holidays!- Sal tried to smile him the best possible,but on the other side,he was on the verge of tears for what was happening before your eyes.

-Sal,I'd like to tell you that in our Christmas tree I left you a xmas postcard,if it makes you feel better!- -I... I wrote something for you for Christmas Eve thank goodness and I saved it in my pocket!- Joe chuckled a bit about Sal's surprise. Within a few seconds,Vulcano took it out of his pocket and handed it to him in front of Gatto,putting it to him on his head (the surprise was a Christmas hat). He moved closer to his vulnerable and still brave husband. Sal stroked Joe's cheek and took his hand,while for a moment the blue-eyed man stroked Sal's cheek and close to his neck,although he noticed his sad expression. -Listen Sal,I need you not to blame yourself for this,it's nobody's fault. They are things of destiny...!- Joe tried to comfort his best friend and husband,even though Sal had a hard time dealing with his sensitivity in the midst of his growing pain.

This story to be continued...

A mentioned special to @lilslayrr @lilaloney (Because something from your way to post your Murrcano fic,It inspired me to something similar!)

#Impractical Jokers #Joe Gatto #Sal Vulcano #Brian ''Q'' Quinn #James ''Murr'' Murray #Vulgatto #Jokerxjoker #IJ fanfiction #ao3

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kingsofeverything · 6 years ago

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WIP folder

The Rules: List the names and a short description of all the files in your WIP folder, then tag some fellow writers to do the same.

anitra @allwaswell16 tagged me to do this because i said i didn’t want to lol i’m going to list them in order of likeliness that they’ll get written lolllll

anon fic. this fic is anonymous so uhhhhhhh it’s about louis and harry and they fall in love

distant future sci fi au. this is the fic idea i just had yesterday. it’ll be nonlinear which is going to be a pain in the ass for me because it’ll involve doing things a certain way and this fic is not the boss of me. i don’t want to spoil anything, but i’m thinking it’ll be both povs as well. in my head it’s not enemies but like..... general disdain to friends to virtual strangers to friends to lovers, but who knows what will happen when i start writing lol. hmmmm what else can i share without spoilers...... harry and gemma are like geniuses. oh! and louis leaves earth (and harry) and doesn’t come back (this fic could literally never happen lol i haven’t written one word)

graphic design is my passion louis. this fic is based on a prompt uhhhhh hold plz..... the next to the last prompt in this post. i have a few k already written idk why but i need this art student louis, history student harry au.

vampire!harry. well i wrote 20k+ for this and decided i didn’t like it and wanted to start over. the story in my head is greeeeeeeat. like really good. nice and safe and in my brain where nothing will happen to it lol

tshu2 which is titled ‘the drum beats out of time’ but isn’t written yet lol. i have a partial time line and a partial outline but that’s it.

not groundhog day au. welllll it’s like the movie groundhog day, but on xmas eve instead. harry pov. idk if it will work. he’s got to be an actual asshole in the beginning soooooo. i want to write it though just because i think it’d be super interesting to see him fall in love with louis in the 24 hour time loop lol because they start out as basically hating each other.

other sci fi au. original sci fi au lol. i started this fic like 2 years ago??? is that right? holy shit. anyway i wrote a few k on it and decided i didn’t like the way i’d written it, so i’m pretty much scrapping it and starting over. but i love the idea for this one. it’s unusual and i want to write it probably second to the new sci fi au.

tiny 3 which is started as tiny 2 but lol i decided to change it. this is the one where harry is a photographer who does coffee table books. and louis is an architect. have a few k on it but got stuck, so hopefully changing that one little thing will make a difference when i sit down to write on it again

dws 4.... idk why i have this listed as 4 in my spreadsheet when there are already 6 fics in the series on ao3. ANYWAY this is the fic that takes place like a week or 2 after chapter 8 in dws. i was initially doing all of the timestamps from harry’s pov but i want to do this one in louis’ pov. harry goes up to spend the weekend with louis, meets niall, etc etc etc. have a few words on this lol literally like one paragraph

rocky horror au- title: science fiction, double feature. community theater puts on rhps. louis wants to be frankenfurter but niall casts harry instead. hate to love. etc etc. i have a few hundred words on this.

camper fic / porch louis. honestly really want to write this one but idk if it’ll ever happen. i combined 2 fics lol. camper fic tag is here. but a lot of that’s changed. louis isn’t famous for one thing. hmmmmm..... the porch louis part of it was inspired by the song shy by leon bridges

broken fang vampire!harry and dentist!louis (it’s as stupid as it sounds lol)

nirvana karaoke fic. based on uhhhhhhhhhh harry singing nirvana karaoke. it’s their 25th hs reunion. that’s........... all i’ve got

traveling fic. i have zero written for this but ideassssssssssssss. for like 2 years i’ve been thinking about it. they’re newly dating. harry’s been planning a year long trip around the world, so wasn’t trying to date anyone but wooohoooo louis came along like idk 2-3 months before harry’s trip starts. harry asks him to drop everything and like quit his job and come with him.

i’m going to stop there because there are more but mostly just ideas for fics. 14 is enough and i’ve probably left one off that i’m actually already writing but forgot about. tagging @halosboat @horsegirlharry @catfishau @sometimesambroswrites @velvetnoodle @indiaalphawhiskey

#wip folder #lol whyyyyy #that anon fic is killing me #lolllllllll

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runningwolf62 · 6 years ago

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@wardencommanderrodimiss @pachelbelsheadcanon

The new chapter is here featuring emotional whiplash and allegiances finally.

On AO3

What happens next is a series of incidents so coincidental and yet so perfectly aligned Larry would be tempted to call it fate. He had headed to a book store to chill and he would swear he’d just gone in to look for a book for Nick or Edgey as a Christmas present. Nothing dramatic, he’d just been caught up on his word count for the day and he’d wanted to shop and treat himself and get things out of the way so he didn’t come out of December confused and lacking presents for anyone.

And while he was there he’d remembered his promise to himself to get Tallstar’s Revenge, after WolfDragon had recommended it. So there he was in the children’s section, looking through the Warrior cats section - which he had half a mind to sort because someone respected neither series nor numbers and honestly it was a disaster trying to find anything, was this supposed to be alphabetical, because he was not going to find Tallstar’s Revenge at all like this - when the book caught his eye.

The Magic Bottle.

A simple title really, but the art on the cover was beautiful. Larry abandoned the Warrior Cats books for a moment to pick up this one, whoever the cover artist was they were fantastic at their job because Larry was for sure curious now. He flipped it over to scan the back, and cracked it open.

Well it turned out Elise Deauxnim could both write and draw, and Larry was enthralled. God where had she been when he was a kid, this shit was fantastic. He ended up buying it and after asking a worker, maybe making an excuse of shopping for a niece (listen that was the simplified version of what Pearl was and if he liked the book this much he might tell Nick to get it for her for Christmas so you know, valid) he also got Tallstar’s Revenge.

Now Tallstar’s Revenge was great, especially by Warrior standards, but he kept coming back to The Magic Bottle, the art, the characters, the pacing, it was fantastic. It made him want to write kid’s books.

Why not? You’re a really good writer and it’s not like you’re unfamiliar with kid’s lit

Thanks!

But she’s super good and I wouldn’t even know where to begin!

Stripes stop selling yourself short you’re a fantastic writer

Stripes?

I’ve mentally called you that for years deal with it

I guess it beats Orange.

“Graypaw what have I told you about talking to basketballs”

What?

Okay I’m sending you that parody as soon as I find a link to it but you should go for it! You’re talented currently inspired also unemployed

Thanks

Hey, I meant now more than ever is your chance

So what should I do?

Google this author see what else she’s written and maybe write her some fan mail

“Hi I’m a twenty-something dude, huge fan”

Look Mr. smartass if you don’t want my help

I’m just worried I’ll come off as weird!

Then lie, say it was for a nephew or something and you were really impressed too and it made you want to try writing children’s lit, how did she get started

Think she’ll answer?

She might

Worth a try

Well I did read it so only fair I review it.

Atta boy, go get ‘em

Larry grins to himself and does exactly as Wolf suggested, googling Elise Deauxnim to find that she had a PO Box. With some help and a little more encouragement from Wolf, he sends off the letter. Then he tries to calm down by focusing on his NaNo, which is mostly just him writing oneshots and a chapter or two of the fic. He hasn’t brought in Godot yet because he’s not sure what the absolute hell is going on there and he doesn’t like thinking about that day in court. He keeps sending out his resume but after how he lost his last job he’s thinking it’s a good thing he has as much in savings as he does, and he’s thinking about emergency commissions.

Until the letter arrives. He’s not sure he believes what he’s seeing but a photo sent to Wolf on discord proves that not only did Elise Deauxnim not think he was a creepy loser, she was encouraging him. She wanted to see some of his art and writing so she could tell him where he might find some agents interested in him.

DUDE

RIGHT I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW!

AGGHHHH!

That’s amazing!

AGGGHHH!

I told you you were an amazing author

OH GOD WHAT DO I SEND HER

Not the Warriors Fanfic

OBVIOUSLY

Look, take a deep breath, and like, think of a story

Doesn’t have to be great, just some kids story thing

Do some art with it

Oh god, dude that’s terrifying, every idea I had just vanished.

Alright, listen you don’t have to write the damn thing just the first three pages of something

Uh, what are kids into these days?

Great question

I’m super good at drawing cats, what do I do with that?

Write Warriors but gay

Don’t we call that Wings of Fire?

Shots fired

More seriously, what do I do with that?

Well you’re good with a very open world series with a set of rules that is easily adapted to a setting

And cat anatomy

So I’d take those elements and make it into something

That’s a horrifying Chimera.

…

You know, that could be a plot hook

What?

Well like kids love monsters right?

Write a series with a Chimera as the main character, it’s part lion

Dude, you’re a genius, I owe you my life, and the response of “no thanks I’ve seen it, I don’t want it” is probably valid

Well get to it writer-boy, you’ll do great

What he ends up with is a book series about various mythological monsters on an adventure, and an offer from Elise Deauxnim to be an apprentice under her. He says yes, of course. He moves out of his apartment and to a smaller and cheaper one closer to where she works.

It’s awkward at first, on both ends. He can tell he’s not what she expected but he tries. She helps him with his writing, telling him what his strengths are first and then slowly moving to where he needs some polishing. It’s still strained though.

The breakthrough comes one afternoon, when Larry’s phone alarm goes off. He reaches over, swipes it off, and then flips the sketchbook page he’s on to start drawing something else.

Elise, - she insist he call her Elise which is weird to him but she’s a firm but matronly woman and so he obeys – looks up at the sound.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he offers a quick sheepish grin but she only looks more confused.

“Did you force yourself to get a drawing complete in a certain amount of time? You know that won’t make it turn out well.”

“Oh, no,” Larry flips back to the previous drawing to show her that it’s far from complete, “I got art block so rather than sit here and think about how I had the perfect image if I could only draw it for the next hour I worked on something else for ten minutes.”

“You’re quite talented at drawing cats,” she remarks, and Larry grins.

“I’d hope after how long I’ve been drawing them.”

“So this ten minutes of drawing, does it help?”

“Kind of yeah,” Larry pulls his sketch book back to him, looking at the sketch of Cherrywing and Spiritstar, he should draw Maya and Mia sometime. Maybe- no probably not for Christmas but at some point he should. “It forces me to relax and focus on something else, and get the creative juices flowing while I work on something that’s just for me so there’s no pressure or anything. That’s why I can only do it for ten minutes or I’d never get any actual work done!”

“That’s very clever,” she’s focusing on him now and Larry can only shrug, it’s just something that’s worked for him.

“Are those your cats?”

Oh no.

“Uh no, they’re-” he scrambles for a moment, “they’re just cats.”

Elise looks at him with a look of doubt but doesn’t press, instead she turns her focus on the picture, her eyes softening as she looks at Spiritstar and Cherrywing sitting together, “you have a real talent for capturing the emotion of a scene, there’s something very peaceful and loving about it, even for a sketch.”

Larry blinks in surprise, “thank you!” That was very much what he had been going for and he was pleased that he had succeeded at such.

Elise smiles at him, “you have such a talent for landscapes too, the nature looks natural while still framing them.”

Larry rubs the back of his neck with a grin, “now you’re going to give me an ego,” he jokes but he hopes she understands how grateful he is.

By the way she looks at him she does.

Merry Christmas Nick!!

merry xmas

Hey Maya, Merry Christmas!

Message failed to send.

Figures.

Message failed to send.

You okay man?

I appreciate your concern Larry but yes, I am fine

If you need to call just let me know

Before you joke yes I’m single this Christmas

That’s a kind offer but I am with my sisters

THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?!?

Her daughter has a dog named Phoenix

Holy shit

Quite

Merry Christmas Stripes!

Merry Christmas Wolfman!

Larry has to say, having your mentor frame and hang your finished and signed piece because she likes it so much is like having your parents hang art on the fridge but somehow a thousand times better.

They spend the winter working, her on her story and on helping Larry grow as an artist and writer and working on her own story.

Larry helps where he can with that, mostly by trying not to bother her when she looks busy but she does ask him to do some illustrations for her, citing his abilities with landscapes. He accepts and pours his heart and soul into it.

SHE’S GOING TO HATE IT

NO SHE WON’T JUST GIVE IT TO HER

AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH

Dude

Fine! Fine!

You’ve got this, you’re a really good artist and you’ve said she’s proud of you

As she should be

So you’ve got this

Thanks man

Go get it writer-boy

You gonna buy my book Wolfman

Of course

Larry can’t help but smile at that.

But you’ve got to publish it first

Rude.

Larry tucks his phone into his pocket and hands the portfolio over to Elise. She accepts them with a smile and begins to flip through them, seeming oblivious to Larry’s nervous shuffling. She pauses at one and studies while Larry does his best to not explode or start nervously babbling.

“These are beautiful,” she remarks and Larry can feel his shoulders sag in relief, “you’ve done fantastic work.”

“Thank you, I went to the park a lot to try and get all the details right.”

“It shows,” she continues to leaf through them, Larry feels more confident so he begins to point to details he feels proud of or wants to make sure she notices.

“These are just the illustrations my book needed if you’ll allow me to use them.”

“I, uh, yes!” Larry stares at her eyes about to jump out of his skull, wait until he tells Nick! He’s successful now, look at him!

Elise laughs fondly and hands them back, “hold on to these and let me talk to my agent but that’s exactly the kind of work I couldn’t find anywhere else, your watercolor style is just what I needed.”

Larry is going to cry and just manages to thank her long enough for him to slip out and tell Wolf everything.

I’m proud of you Stripes

I’m proud of me! I feel like I’m really making myself a new person!

He’s tempted to also tell Nick but he decides to wait. To drop the book on Nick’s desk at his office. That’s how he’ll do it.

Okay so get this

Yeah?

Apparently my last name “can’t be taken seriously by publishers”.

And I thought elementary school kids were hurtful.

Oh my god

So she’s going to have me use her last name.

WHAT

Her publisher loves the idea too.

Makes me look like family.

Which sells or something?

Hey I’ll take it, I’m getting paid.

So what name should I keep an eye out for

Larry pauses, they’ve never told each other their real names, years of being Wolf and Stripes and now occasionally Writer boy and Wolfman on top of having internet safety drilled into them has always stopped them.

Look for Laurice Deauxnim.

As your number one fan I want a signed copy at some point

“Larry,” he looks up from his typing craze at the sound of his name, he’s made a lot of progress on this chapter and with Elise’s help he’s hoping to get it done and sent to publishers by May. That’s his new year’s resolution, getting published this year.

Elise pauses her typing and he hears her sigh. He looks up to her, her face is set and determined but when she looks to him he thinks he sees regret.

“Larry, I’m afraid a situation has come up and I know it’s very last minute but unless you want to come to a monastery with me I’m afraid you’re going to have to spend the next week or so without me.”

“What?” Larry feels a surge of panic not unlike the time he discovered he hadn’t saved in an hour, “a monastery? Why are you- where are you going?”

“Hazakura Temple,” she replies with a pause, Larry has never heard of it but he pulls it up on google quick enough. A teaser for an upcoming edition of the “Oh! Cult” Magazine pops up with some lovely images. Looks cold but interesting.

“Sure I’ll come. I’ve had art block for the past week maybe trying to do some temple scenes will help!”

Elise pauses and smiles kindly, “if you really want to…”

“I need some winter scene practice too,” Larry is not looking forward to wandering around the cold but Elise was going there for some reason, maybe he’ll find a muse there as well.

He flicks his finger over the picture hanging on the wall, the one that still made him smile to see there, “and I’ll give you a winter scene to compliment the summer one.”

Whatever hesitation Elise seems to be having vanishes as she laughs softly, “alright. Make sure to dress warm.”

And in honor of @pachelbelsheadcanon‘s fantastic art, here’s a list of the allegiances.

SpiritClan

Leader

Spiritstar – a cream she-cat with darker paws and face

Deputy

Darkleaf – a dark brown tom

Medicine Cat

Cherrywing – a cream she-cat with darker striped paws and face

Apprentice: Splashpaw

Warriors

Firebirdstorm – a bright orange tabby with spikey fur

Orangestripe – an orange tabby tom with scruffy fur

Beetlelight – a brown tabby tom with a white chin

Apprentices

Splashpaw – a white she-cat with brown paws and face

Demon’s Group

Demon – a dark gray tom with thick fur, especially on his chest, formerly Sharppaw of SpiritClan

Viper – a gray she-cat with cold blue eyes, formerly a rogue

Timber – a brown tabby tom with messy fur

Bird – a calico she-cat with mostly dark red patches

Wolf – large thick furred gray tom

#Ace Attorney #Thank you now I get to rewatch Bridge to Turnabout and probably cry #Larry Writes Warrior Cats

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Speaking of the New Years — have you joined our Pen Pals Club yet? Since this is round 1 of this monthly series of digital pen pals, I’m extending the opt-in date for Jan until end of day Friday Dec 31! Every month, you’ll receive a journal prompt (inspired by questions discussed on the podcast) which you will ponder and answer in an email to someone else in the group. What’s really fun and unique about this pen pals community compared to others is that everyone will be lined in a circle (instead of being exclusively paired) so you’ll personally connect with 2 others within the community, someone you write to and someone who writes to you. If this piques your interest, hurry and sign up before the turn of the year so you’ll be on the mailing list! And who knows — maybe I’ll get paired to send or receive a response to you! I’d honestly love that.

So, today I’m speaking with Tiffany, a fellow Asian American whom I met in Oaxaca, Mexico thanks to the digital nomad group Wifi Tribe. Honestly, thinking back on it, I kinda wish I had spoken to Tiff earlier during our 4-week stay together because this girl is so cool. I’m just grateful that we had the chance to have such a soulful conversation here on this podcast because in this conversation we cover (1) our favorite feelings and sensory experiences, (2) our creative goals and processes, (3) K-pop and the rise of Asian representation in Hollywood, (4) growing up Chinese in Dallas vs NYC, and (5) judgement vs curiosity in response to Black Lives Matter and Stop Asian Hate. And... if you stick till the very end, I’ll share a funny mis-adventure Tiff and I shared about a week after the recording of this podcast during our time together in Oaxaca.

Highlights

02:33 - What is WifiTribe?

06:24 - As your first chapter in WifiTribe - what is your honest impression so far? How does reality compare to your expectations? Where else would you want to go with the tribe?

09:15 - KELLY 🦋 MASON @pinchekelly

12:08 - nancy elle 🌙 @msnancyelle

14:33 -Q Tiff to Xinyi: What is your morning routine?

15:29 - What are 3 of your favorite feelings?

18:10 - Q Tiff to Xinyi: What has it been like being on Wifi Tribe?

21:21 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: What are your favorite sensory experiences?

24:44 - Tiff: “It might be because I grew up in New York City, so I’m very used to people watching. And I’m very used to looking at people and wondering their lives, what did they do right before this moment when they passed by me, and what are they going to do after? Just this whole idea that everyone is living their individual lives but for one brief moment you can pass each other and experience… whatever you’re experiencing in that moment together… individually but also together.”

25:59 - Q Tiff to Xinyi: What is your creative process like (inception > execution)?

28:05 - nancy elle 🌙 @msnancyelle

30:25 - Level Up + Video Game Storytelling (learning things take time) Project

32:36 - Tiff: “I think sometimes it’s easy to think about how much work you have to put in but then also… if you want to put it in, it’s as simple as making the decision to put that work in. It’s like all you have to do is like, ‘I am doing this…’ and then you just do it.”

34:05 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: How do you define a stranger and at what point do they going from being one to not being one?

35:48 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: Have you had a meaningful connection with a stranger?

37:39 - Q Tiff to Xinyi: What are your thoughts on the recent rise of K-Pop and relative increase of Asians in Hollywood?

41:02 - Xinyi: “If you’re going to do this just to force diversity in your cast, please don’t do it at all. I’d rather not see an Asian person than to be represented like that.”

41:39 - Tiff: “Because it’s honestly more harmful, because it strengthens the stereotype.”

42:22 - Q Tiff to Xinyi: What is it like growing up Asian in Dallas, Texas?

44:25 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: What is it like growing up Asian in New York?

47:23 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: What is your affinity for other Asians in social settings?

50:49 - Tiff: “I’m very proud that I’ve gotten to a place where I don’t care anymore… and it’s like, if I like these people, I don’t care if they’re Asian or not Asian. I can feel comfortable, and if they don’t accept that, then I don’t even want to be around them.”

55:00 - Xinyi: “On the opposite spectrum, and this is me trying to find a balance because life is all about finding balance… we’re all just people…I don’t want to have to think about you in terms of your race, socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality… But at the same time, I don’t want to equalize everyone and be like, ‘there’s nothing special about you.’”

56:57 - Tiff: (on racism) “I feel like if people could open themselves up to just being genuinely curious about anything and everything it would make relationships and tensions so much less difficult…”

58:04 - Tiff: “Everyone should be on the stage together and have equal time…”

60:59 - Q Xinyi to Tiff: What are your creative goals?

And that’s a wrap! As promised, I’ll share a little funny mis-adventure Tiff and I shared during the last weekend of Oaxaca. So, I had made friends with a local barista who had offered to give me a tour of a local famous market. I thought it was something that was just in town so I extended the invitation to Tiff and... let’s just say that on a bus ride together like 10 minutes out into the country side, we started getting really confused. Long story short, we ended up a 30 minute drive outside of the city center in like one of the largest Sunday markets in that area. And because we had my local friend acting as our guide, we got a free private tour where we followed my friend who walked us through all the bread, meat, dessert halls and just ordered stuff for us to try. It was definitely one of the most whimsical and unexpected gems that can occur on a trip but I did feel extra guilty for the miscommunication cause I didn’t mean to drag Tiff out of town for a half-day trip. But she seemed pretty pleased by the adventure, and I definitely enjoyed it!

Anyways, as always, if you have thoughts you’d like to share about anything we talked about — please swing by the instagram page @dontbestrangers ! That’s also where you’ll find the link to sign up for our pen pals club, Tiff’s instagram account if you’d like to connect with her, and my personal instagram if you want to reach out! And... if you’re listening to this in real time, happy soon-to-be New Years and... don’t be a stranger!

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How A Demon Commissions An Angel ~ A Daminette FanFic ~ Chapter 8: A Review Of Friendships

From the phone of Marinette Dupain-Cheng:

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: We’re getting nowhere with this!!!

Mr. Postscript: You don’t say…

Me: Your sarcasm isn’t helping.

Mr. Postscript: Well, it certainly can’t be hurting our progress seeing as we aren’t making any.

Me: Ughhhhh, Damian!!!

Mr. Postscript: What do you want me to do? It’s not my fault Todd isn’t exactly the sentimental type! Our only “inside jokes” are our attempts on the other’s life.

Me: Right.

Me: I just don’t see how we can get Grayson’s piece planned out so quickly and yet still not have even a single detail for Jasons besides knowing it needs to be a leather jacket!

Mr. Postscript: And that it won’t have any pockets.

Me: Not. Helping.

Me: Or happening.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what to say then.

Mr. Postscript: Grayson is quite possibly the easiest person on the planet to please alright? He’s the most emotional in the family and would probably always have been the easiest to design for.

Mr. Postscript: Todd, on the other hand, is difficult, in all meanings of the words.

Me: What do you mean by that?

Mr. Postscript: If you knew them, you’d see what I mean.

Mr. Postscript: It’s like this, if Grayson is the most annoyingly cheery and friendly person, then Todd would be his opposite: frustratingly angry and antagonistic.

Me: Huh, he didn’t seem like it when we talked.

Mr. Postscript: Need I remind you that you had a short exchange on a stolen phone?

Me: Right, sorry.

Me: But I get the comparison!

Me: Grayson = Brightly colored Xmas sweater Jason = Leather biker jacket worn by someone with a chip on his shoulder

Mr. Postscript: An apt description.

Me: He did seem to care about you though…

Me: He wants you to stay, they all do.

Mr. Postscript: I assure you that was news to me.

Me: Did you think they didn’t?

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know what I thought. Our family has never been particularly open with our feelings.

Me: Even Grayson? You say he’s emotional right?

Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain.

Me: Wanna try?

Mr. Postscript: Didn’t we just have a conversation about my complicated relationships? Do you really want to do this again so soon?

Me: I’m good to go. It’s really about if you want to.

Me: I’m not going to push, Damian. That’s not what I’m trying to do.

Mr. Postscript: What are you trying to do?

Me: I don’t know, understand? Listen? Like I told your brother, I do think of you as a friend.

Me: This doesn’t all have to be one long give and take exchange.

Mr. Postscript: Right.

Mr. Postscript: So we’re doing this.

Me: Not if you don’t want to!

Mr. Postscript: Stop the indecisiveness and concern, I’ve agreed alright!

Me: If you’re sure…

Mr. Postscript: Unlike you, I’m not in the habit of doing things I don’t want to.

Me: Whoa!

Me: Low blow! Foul!

Me: Foul I say!

Mr. Postscript: Sorry?

Mr. Postscript: I can’t tell if you’re kidding….

Me: I am! :)

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: You’re a dork.

Me: No, I’m an angel. You said so yourself!

Mr. Postscript: I’m regretting that now…

Me: Mhmmm, sure….

Mr. Postscript: Can we get back to my complicated family now?

Me: Great idea.

Mr. Postscript: Wait a moment.

Mr. Postscript: Was this all an attempt at reverse psychology?

Me: Well…

Me: If it was, I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: You unnerve me sometimes.

Me: Really, why?

Mr. Postscript: You always seem to have the upperhand. I find myself often saying things I normally never would around you.

Me: I feel the same most of the time.

Me: I wish I could talk to my classmates the way I talk to you.

Mr. Postscript: Right, well I’m glad to see the feeling is mutual.

Mr. Postscript: Now as for my family…

Me: Okay, I’m listening.

Mr. Postscript: Right, well.

Mr. Postscript: Like I said, feelings aren’t addressed much in our family.

Mr. Postscript: It wasn’t like that in my mother’s family either I suppose.

Mr. Postscript: It’s hard to explain but I assume it’s because they’ve all been together longer.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t know. It’s like my family is talking and I’ll be right there and it’s like I’m only getting half the conversation. My brothers, they understand each other in a way I can’t seem to.

Mr. Postscript: I suppose it’s because they know each other’s histories or maybe it’s just because they’re better at understanding people than I am. What do people call it, reading between the lines?

Mr. Postscript: They may not get along together all the time but they can communicate well enough. I can’t seem to figure out when something’s a joke or not.

Mr. Postscript: It’s difficult to describe.

Mr. Postscript: Like you pointed out before, I also have trouble refraining from making assumptions and those do tend to lead me to the wrong conclusions a lot of the time as well.

Mr. Postscript: Grayson is the best at explaining things. I suppose it wouldn’t be wrong to say he is the most emotionally equipped of all of us.

Mr. Postscript: Except Alfred. Alfred surpasses all of us.

Me: Who’s Alfred?

Mr. Postscript: Our butler, but don’t let the title fool you. He’s family. He helped me apologize to you actually.

Me: Oh, that’s great. It seems like you have some allies at least, not to make it sound like a war or anything.

Mr. Postscript: That’s the problem: I shouldn’t need help. I hate feeling like a child who can’t understand when the adults are talking. I’m still on the outside even though that’s exactly where I started.

Me: Besides the communication issue, is there anything else that makes you feel like an outsider? Anything they do? Is that why you call by their last names?

Mr. Postscript: None of it’s intentional mind you. I am an outsider and all of their inside jokes and how they understand each other so well simply serves to remind me of that. I bet if I did start calling them their first names they would make a big deal about it, so no point in starting now.

Mr. Postscript: I mean all of it is one big reminder that even if I’m his only real son, he chose them and they chose this life. They’re his family and I’m the son he never knew existed that got dumped at his feet when I was ten. Neither of us had a choice in the matter.

Me: What about now? Does he choose to acknowledge you as a son now?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, although I keep proving to be more difficult than his other children despite my best efforts.

Me: That wasn’t your choice right? It’s cultural differences, not to mention that they’re all older.

Mr. Postscript: No but it’s my fault I haven’t managed the distance yet.

Me: It sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in that matter either, how much you could change.

Mr. Postscript: Where are you going with all of this?

Me: What choices do you get to make, Damian? What do you want?

Mr. Postscript: I already told you, I want my father to be proud of me.

Me: So to do that you have to change? Be more like your brothers?

Mr. Postscript: I mean I must get better, grow, improve.

Me: Because you want your father to be proud of you, so you can be part of the family he had before you joined?

Me: Or because you want that for yourself?

Mr. Postscript: Can it not be all of the above?

Me: What’s the main reason? What drives you?

Mr. Postscript: Look, I don’t think you understand the situation, not everything relates to your own unfortunate situation okay? Can we just get back to Todd’s jacket?

Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.

Me: I know I can be a bit preoccupied with my own situation but the thing is, Damian, I know what it’s like to need other people's validation okay? It’s not good and it’s not healthy.

Mr. Postscript: My father is nothing like your pathetic peers. He only wants what’s best for me.

Me: I think that’s true, but how can he know what that is when all you want is to please him?

Me: Look, it’s not my place to tell you what you want and should want but it seems like you haven’t had a lot of choices in your life and I’d hate to see you only continue to do what other people expect you to.

Mr. Postscript: I don’t feel like talking more about this right now. I need some time to think on the situation.

Mr. Postscript: Now can we get back to work on Todd’s jacket seeing as we’ve been talking for hours and have managed practically zero progress?

Me: Right, okay..

Me: Let’s start back at the simple stuff then: What does he like to do?

Mr. Postscript: Besides piss people off?

Me: …

Me: Yes, Damian, besides that.

Mr. Postscript: Nothing comes to mind.

Me: Any hobbies? Interests?

Mr. Postscript: Well, he likes guns.

Me: Guns?!

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Me: …

Me: Like collecting guns?

Mr. Postscript: You could say that.

Me: Okay, well that’s a start.

Me: I could embroider some guns onto the front of the jacket or on the labels as a smaller detail? Would that work? I think it’d be pretty cool.

Mr. Postscript: It’s a bit difficult for me to picture but it sounds like a good idea, fitting at the very least. It might help seeing it drawn out first.

Me: Okay, well there we go. Somewhere to begin at least. Now, you said he likes the colors red and black right? Do you want the jacket to be one of those?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, that would be preferable.

Me: Give me a minute to think…

Me: So how about this? I think gold thread would be best for the stitching and then I’d recommend using black for the body so the designs will show up better. If you want, I could also use red fabric to line the inside of the jacket and wait, you wanted this to have a hood too right? I could use red fabric for the inside of that too.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: All of that sounds fitting, especially the red lining in the hood. I definitely approve the color placement..

Me: Great!

Me: I think that’s actually enough for me to draw up some designs with a few different styles of the jacket itself.

Me: Is there any way you could send me a picture of the kind of gun you’d want me to use as a model? I have no clue about that kind of thing…

Mr. Postscript: I can do that. He has two favorites so perhaps one on each side?

Me: Right, two favorite guns… sounds good. Symmetrical too.

Me: So, do you want to add any wording? I could make it subtle if he’s not the sentimental type, add it on with the embroidery.

Mr. Postscript: Hm, how about “Carpe Diem”? One word on the barrel of each gun.

Me: “Seize the day”? I love it.

Me: Oh, I can just picture it, it’ll look so good in gold thread on the black leather!

Mr. Postscript: Just to clarify, you won’t be using real leather, right?

Me: Of course not! I would never!

Mr. Postscript: Good, that’s good to hear.

Mr. Postscript: I’m actually vegan.

Me: Oh cool!

Mr. Postscript: Have you ever considered the lifestyle? It has many benefits, especially environmental.

Me: No, but I do try to limit my meat intake. Dairy is a little harder since we live in a bakery.

Mr. Postscript: Ah, I see.

Me: What made you decide to go vegan? Environmental reasons?

Mr. Postscript: Actually, I acquired a pet cow.

Me: You have a pet cow?!!!

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Mr. Postscript: Would you like to see pictures?

Me: Yes!

Mr. Postscript: They’re on my computer so I’ll email them later.

Me: Cool! What’s their name?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: It’s B.C.

Me: Damian, please tell me you did not just give your cow an alias!

Mr. Postscript: Of course not, we call her that for short.

Me: Then what’s B.C. stand for?

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Before Christmas

Me: Before Christmas? Really? Why???

Mr. Postscript: She was an early Christmas present.

Me: So you decided to name her Before Christmas?

Mr. Postscript: I was a child and uncreative.

Me: Well, as long as you admit it…

Mr. Postscript: Shouldn’t we get back to the commission? We’re almost out of time.

Me: Okay, I still don’t buy that name though so don’t think you got away with anything.

Mr. Postscript: I never do around you.

Me: So, back to the commission. As soon as you send me those pictures of the guns, I’ll have enough to do the first sketches. Then all we’ll have left will be Drake’s sweater, right?

Mr. Postscript: Yes, everything seems on track. Do you want to tackle Drake’s sweater tomorrow, same time?

Me: Sorry, I’m not able to tomorrow.

Mr. Postscript: Oh?

Me: Yeah, I’m meeting my class for an outing at the park after school.

Mr. Postscript: You still do those kinds of things?

Me: When I can.

Mr. Postscript: Why would you do that?

Me: I don’t know maybe because I don’t like being alone all the time if I can help it?

Mr. Postscript: It’s better to be alone than unappreciated.

Me: Can you honestly say you believe that, after everything you told me about your family?

Mr. Postscript: That’s different and you know it.

Me: Of course it is.

Me: Look, all I know is I’m trying my best to make things work. Sometimes things aren’t as simple as cutting all ties. Is it so wrong of me to try and salvage what I can of my friendships?

Mr. Postscript: No, it’s not. I didn’t mean to judge.

Mr. Postscript: I just hate seeing you having to crawl after them. It doesn’t seem like they're doing much to try and salvage anything.

Me: Look, Damian, I know I asked you to help me not be taken advantage of but I don’t want to completely lose faith in everyone okay? I don’t want to live like that, to always be so pessimistic. So just this once, can you let me look on the brightside? Please?

Mr. Postscript: Very well. We can message the day after tomorrow.

Me: Thank you.

Me: Oh and I’m almost done with the sketches for Grayson’s sweater so check your email sometime tomorrow okay and let me know which one you like best!

Mr. Postscript: I will.

Me: Great! Goodnight, Damian!

Mr. Postscript: Night, angel.

Google Search History

Tacky Christmas Sweaters

Who started making tacky xmas sweaters?

Audrey Bourgeois on tacky christmas sweaters

Gotham

Robin Robin Batman

Gotham Superheroes

Gotham Vigilantes

Gotham Villains

Does it mean anything if a boy calls you angel?

How to not read too much into things

How to spot red flags

Where’s the barrel of a gun?

Gotham Gun Laws

Gotham Crime Rate

Chat Name: Alya

Me: Hey, I’m here! Where are you guys?

Alya: We’re in line getting popcorn.

Me: At the park?

Alya: No, at the movie theater…

Me: What?

Me: No, let me guess: Lila decided at the last minute that she wanted to see a movie and no one thought to tell me.

Alya: That’s not what happened! You always jump to blame Lila!

Me: No, then I guess Lila said she was going to let me know and conveniently forgot?

Alya: It’s not her fault Marinette. She gets memory lapses.

Me: Then why did she offer to be the one to tell me? Or rather why did you let her?

Alya: I’m sorry, okay! I forgot for a second.

Alya: Look, the movie’s going to start soon but we can hang out this weekend! Just the two of us if you want.

Me: I’m busy.

Alya: You’re always busy these days.

Me: Well, I wasn’t today or at least I made sure not to be.

Me: You should go. The movie’s starting.

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: Well, it turns out I am free to talk today after all.

Mr. Postscript: What happened?

Me: Why should I say? I don’t need you to me “I told you so.” I got it, okay?

Me: You were right.

Mr. Postscript: I wish I wasn’t.

Me: Really?

Me: You love being right.

Mr. Postscript: No, I merely detest being wrong.

Me: … really?

Mr. Postscript: Okay, I admit I do find some satisfaction in being acknowledged for my superior intellect, but I find none in this case, not when it comes at my friend's expense.

Me: Damian, I think that might be the nicest thing I’ve ever heard!

Mr. Postscript: Yes, well it’s painfully obvious your standards for that would be very low.

Mr. Postscript: Now, tell me what they did.

Me: Apparently Lila decided she wanted to see a movie at the last minute and forgot to tell me because of a “memory lapse”.

Mr. Postscript: That’s sick.

Mr. Postscript: How has no one thought to confirm anything she says? I mean faking illnesses like that, she can’t be mentally stable, Marinette. She could be dangerous.

Me: I know, especially considering we have a villain that preys on negative emotions to worry about but what else can I do? All the teachers and the principal believe her without proof.

Mr. Postscript: Haven’t you considered legal action? There’s proof of her numerous lies all over your classmate’s blog, not the least of which being her claim that you committed theft of intellectual property! That’s grounds for slander!

Me: I don’t like the idea of a lawsuit Damian. That would be so messy and with practically everyone believing her, not to mention that her mother is a diplomat, it wouldn’t be worth it. I’m not sure I’d win.

Mr. Postscript: You’d win. You’d be the only side with proof.

Mr. Postscript: Also, I’ve mentioned before that I have resources that would make failure unthinkable.

Me: Right, resources…

Me: Damian, you’re not into anything illegal right?

Mr. Postscript: What? Of course not! Where is this coming from?

Me: Well, you see…

Me: You live in the crime capital of the world, you mentioned before that you’re not like my usual clientele but still have the means to afford my services, you just told me that brother collects guns, and offered to use “resources” that would guarantee I’d win in court.

Me: So, um, yeah, I was getting kind of concerned.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Right, well when you put it like that, I can see how you might jump to that conclusion so allow me to put your mind at ease.

Mr. Postscript: When I said I wasn't like your normal clientele, I meant that I’m not a performer of any kind. My family’s fortune comes from a completely legal business owned by my father and old money he inherited when his parents died. The resources I refer to are our family’s lawyers and legal teams who would never stoop so low as to lose a lawsuit against a pathological liar whose claims are outrageous and well documented.

Me: Ohhh

Mr. Postscript: Other than that, Gotham, while crime infested, is a large city and many law-abiding citizens live here too. Todd is also one of them for the most part and he only uses his guns with rubber bullets for self defense because Gotham is still a dangerous place to live.

Me: I see, well that makes sense.

Me: He does have permits for his guns though right?

Mr. Postscript: Angel, no one has gun permits in Gotham, not even the police.

Me: Right, well…

Me: Sorry about that!

Mr. Postscript: It’s okay. I can see how it looked.

Mr. Postscript: Frankly, I’m more than a little relieved that you’re at least being somewhat careful considering we’re still friends that only talk online and who met when I tried to blackmail you.

Me: You know, I don’t hold that against you anymore.

Mr. Postscript: You should.

Me: I mean I could…

Me: but I don’t!

Mr. Postscript: You know…

Mr. Postscript: Your ability to forgive is commendable. I don’t think you’re wrong to practice it. I just hate that it allows people to hurt you like they did today.

Me: I’m not hurt, Damian.

Me: I mean sure I’m disappointed but honestly I don’t care that much anymore. I just thought it was worth a try.

Me: And anyways I find I enjoy talking to you more than any of the interactions I’ve had with my class of late. So I guess it all worked out for the better.

Mr. Postscript: I see.

Mr. Postscript: Is this that brightside you were talking about?

Me: Why, yes.

Me: Yes, it is.

Mr. Postscript: It’s nice.

Me: Isn’t it?

Mr. Postscript: They don’t know what they’re missing.

Me: They don’t need to.

Me: More for us.

Mr. Postscript: I find your reasoning sound.

Me: Hey, Damian? Thank you.

Mr. Postscript: For what?

Mr. Postscript: Not being a criminal?

Me: Haha, no!

Me: For making me feel better, for being my friend.

Mr. Postscript: Angel, if apologies were necessary, I’d owed you a thousand.

Me: Nooooo

Me: Maybe just a couple hundred?

Mr. Postscript: Funny.

Me: Oh, hey! Did you get a chance to look at the designs I sent?

Mr. Postscript: I did. Your talent really shows in your drawings. They all looked very good.

Mr. Postscript: I can just picture Grayson crying on Christmas morning.

Me: So, did you make a decision?

Me: Did you? Did you?

Mr. Postscript: I did.

Me: Sooooo, don’t hold your breath! Tell me!

Mr. Postscript: I’m partial to the one where the robin’s wearing sunglasses. I don’t why but it seems like it would fit Grayson.

Me: Yay! I was kind of hoping you’d choose that one too!

Me: One design done, two to go!

Me: Oh and got your pictures and have already started on the jacket! So now we just have to meet to go over Drake’s piece.

Mr. Postscript: We’re still on for tomorrow, right?

Me: Yes, sounds good!

Me: Oh, and Before Christmas is a beauty!

Mr. Postscript: What?

Mr. Postscript: Oh, right.

Mr. Postscript: Yes.

Mr. Postscript: Yes, she is.

Me: …

Me: Damian, you’re really bad with aliases.

Mr. Postscript: I took the “use the initials” idea from you.

Me: Fine. I guess that makes us both bad at aliases.

Mr. Postscript: I suppose, if it makes you feel better.

Me: I’m not the one who needs to feel better, Before Christmas.

Mr. Postscript: …

Mr. Postscript: Tell no one of this.

Me: Your secret’s safe with me, B.C.

Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don’t look closely)

Me: Kagami, I saw the match online! You did so well! I’m sure even your mother couldn’t find anything to critique.

Gami: I’m afraid you severely underestimate her, Mari. It’s even worse now that I’m finally old enough to qualify for the Olympics, even if they are still three years away.

Me: Don’t listen to her! Well, not too much anyway. You were amazing!

Luka: She’s right. You did great, Kagami.

Gami: Enough about me, how did it go today?

Me: Well…

Luka: Oh no. What happened, melody?

Me: Nothing. They didn’t show up but it’s fine, really. I’m not even surprised anymore.

Gami: That doesn’t make it any better, Marinette.

Me: No really guys, I’m good. It all worked out in the end.

Luka: So what’d you end up doing?

Me: Just sat in the park and worked on a commision.

Gami: I suppose it was the one for the blackmailer then?

Me: Not this again!

Me: We’re way past that now, Kagami. He’s actually way better at friendship than blackmailing.

Gami: So you say, but if you would just give me a few moments to talk with him and verify that I’d be less concerned.

Me: I don’t want you scaring him off!

Luka: From what you’ve said, it sounds like he doesn’t scare easily.

Me: No, Luka, not you too!

Luka: We just care about you, Marinette and we’ve seen you hurt too many times. Besides, if he really is your friend like we are, wouldn’t it be good for us all to get along?

Me: …

Me: You’re going to guilt trip me into this, aren’t you?

Luka: No…

Gami: If we must.

Me: …

Me: You and him have so much in common.

Gami: I’d like to see that for myself.

Luka: So?

Me: Fine… I’ll ask but I make no promises okay? He might not agree.

Gami: He will if he knows what’s good for him.

Me: And no threats!

Luka: We’ll see.

Gami: No promises.

Chat Name: Mr. Postscript

Me: Hey Damian! So I know you’re probably really busy so I really don’t want to bother you or anything…

Mr. Postscript: No, it’s fine. I have about thirty minutes before my father expects me. What do you need?

Me: Need? Oh, nothing! It’s just my friends wanted to talk to you and I promised I’d ask but since you have to do something soon, it’s fine.

Mr. Postscript: Friends? What kinds of friends?

Mr. Postscript: Are they reading over your shoulder right now?

Me: What?! Oh, no!

Me: They aren’t a part of Lila’s posse or whatever. In fact, they’re not even in my class. I guess I just haven’t mentioned them yet because they have super busy careers and travel a lot now but we still talk all the time.

Me: I told them about you (nothing personal though) and uh how we met so they just wanted to make sure I was safe. I tried to tell them they have nothing to worry about but after everything with Lila… let’s just say they’re a little protective!

Mr. Postscript: Good.

Mr. Postscript: I’m glad you have some decent friends on your side.

Me: Me too! Well, since you’re busy I don’t want to make you late!

Mr. Postscript: Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure I have enough time to meet them. Did you want to do it over a group text?

Me: Oh, it’s okay! You don’t have to or anything!

Mr. Postscript: Seriously, angel, it’s fine. I mean it’s only fair since you had to put up with Todd for a conversation. I’m interested in meeting some of your other friends too.

Me: Right…

Me: Just give me a second to make the group chat.

Chat Name: The Child Prodigies (If you don��t look closely)

Me: You guys get ten questions max okay? He only has like twenty minutes.

Gami: Each?

Me: Total!

Luka: Hurry, melody, you said we only have a little time right?

Me: Fine.

Chat Name: All My Favorite People

Me: Okay, can you guys introduce yourselves?

Luka: Hey, man. I’m Luka.

Gami: Hello, you may address me as Kagami.

Mr. Postscript: Damian, pleasure to meet you both.

Luka: Ah, a formal one I see.

Gami: How much time do you have left so we may act accordingly?

Mr. Postscript: Actually, my father agreed to give me the night off from my duties so I could meet you and there’s still hours until dinner so I’m available till then.

Luka: Formal and a controlling father? Marinette, I think you have a type.

Me: LUKA!

Mr. Postscript: My father isn’t controlling, I merely have responsibilities that can’t be put off sometimes.

Me: Of course, Damian. They should be thankful you were able to get the night off at all especially since it’s only to satisfy their curiosity.

Luka: Right then, shall we begin? You ready?

Mr. Postscript: Of course.

Me: Remember, this isn’t an interrogation, you guys!

Gami: How old are you?

Mr. Postscript: Sixteen

Me: Huh, I figured something like that but I don’t think I ever asked before…

Luka: So that would put you in what grade?

Mr. Postscript: In the American schooling system, I would normally be in tenth grade and considered a junior but I skipped a grade and am now in my second to last year of secondary school.

Luka: A little wordy but okay.

Gami: Why’d you skip a grade?

Mr. Postscript: I was far ahead of my fellow classmates and found school boring and redundant so my father allowed me to knock a year off my plate.

Luka: Do you often resort to blackmailing to get your way?

Me: Luka!

Me: I told you we’re over it!

Mr. Postscript: It’s fine, Marinette. They’re right to be concerned. They care about you, do they not?

Luka: Of course, we do.

Gami: It’s not our affections in question.

Me: Um, I think you guys are taking this wayyy too seriously.

Gami: Nonsense, now answer the question.

Mr. Postscript: I can’t say I’ve ever tried that tactic before.

Mr. Postscript: Or ever will again.

Mr. Postscript: I did get a good friend out of it, however I doubt there are many people with Marinette’s ability to forgive so I wouldn’t take a chance on getting a result as favorable as this again.

Luka: Dang

Luka: That was a good answer

Gami: No, it wasn’t. It was satisfactory at best. Now, tell me, do you have any experience in fencing?

Me: Kagami, you can’t duel him.

Gami: We will see.

Mr. Postscript: Fencing? No. I’m more familiar with traditional swordplay.

Me: What? Really?!

Gami: Oh?

Gami: Weapon of choice?

Mr. Postscript: Katanna

Me: WHAT?!

Gami: I see.

Gami: Now, that is a good answer.

Luka: Really? Cause I don’t think Marinette needs any more weapon-wielding friends.

Gami: With that class of hers, the more the better.

Me: Kagami, no!

Mr. Postscript: Should you ever decide to launch an attack on those heathens, I would be happy to lend my sword.

Me: No no no! There will be no attacking with swords!

Luka: For now, let’s get back to the questions.

Luka: You’re going to pay Marinette in full for her services, right?

Mr. Postscript: Of course! What do you take me for, a thief?

Luka: It’s best to be certain, to make sure you know there are people who will hold you accountable.

Me: Luka, I said no threats!

Gami: Her class has taken advantage of her talents too many times to not be cautious. I can only imagine how much time and materials they’ve cost her over the years, thinking they shouldn’t have to pay because she was their friend.

Mr. Postscript: You didn’t mention this, Marinette.

Me: I mean I kind of did. Remember when I said I was done designing for people who didn’t deserve it? That’s what I meant.

Mr. Postscript: That’s criminal!

Me: It’s in the past, Damian. It’s my fault I let it go on too long.

Gami: Nonsense!

Luka: You know that’s not true Mari.

Me: Right, well, let’s just move on.

Mr. Postscript: Marinette, remember all those times you’ve told me it wasn’t my fault?

Me: Of course.

Mr. Postscript: Could see how your words might apply to this?

Me: …

Me: I guess.

Mr. Postscript: We can talk about it later. Next question?

Luka: What’s your favorite thing about Marinette?

Me: Why ask that?

Gami: Wait, it was my turn to ask a question.

Luka: Well, you went twice in a row before so I’m doing it now.

Mr. Postscript: How her kindness is another form of strength.

Me: What?

Mr. Postscript: I was raised to see kindness as a weakness, as a vulnerability. Nothing since then has done much to change my mind.

Mr. Postscript: Marinette’s kindness is unlike any I’ve encountered before although that isn’t saying much. I only wish people wouldn’t see it as a weakness and try to use it against her like I once did but they will find as I did that is not the case.

Me: …

Me: Thank you, Damian.

Me: That was really nice.

Luka: He said nothing but the truth, my melody.

Mr. Postscript: Melody?

Luka: Yes, it’s what I like to call Marinette.

Mr. Postscript: Oh, I see.

Mr. Postscript: How nice.

Mr. Postscript: I prefer to call her angel myself.

Luka: That’s very fitting. Marinette’s like a ray of sunshine.

Me: Stop, you guys. You’re embarrassing me.

Gami: Why? It’s all true.

Me: …

Me: I liked it better when you were interrogating each other!

Gami: Very well, we still have a question each left.

Mr. Postscript: A question each?

Luka: Marinette didn’t want us to scare you away so we were given a limit of ten questions each.

Mr. Postscript: Well, Marinette should know I don’t scare easily but as it happens I only have twenty minutes left till dinner, so fire away.

Gami: What are your intentions towards our Marinette?

Me: Gami!!!

Me: What the heck!

Mr. Postscript: I intend to be a good friend to her, to listen and respect her choices, to offer advice if it’s wanted, to pay her generously for her services and to support her however I can.

Luka: Is that all?

Mr. Postscript: For now, however I’m looking forward to building our relationship and to learning more about her.

Me: I am too.

Me: I mean learning more about you.

Me: I’m looking forward to learning more about you too!

Me: Right, so that was the last question!

Me: Thank you for putting up with this, Damian.

Luka: Wait, I don’t think that last one should count!

Gami: Agreed.

Me: Well, then you should’ve been more careful!

Mr. Postscript: I should get ready for dinner. It was interesting meeting you both, perhaps Marinette will one day let us talk again.

Luka: Here’s hoping.

Gami: I would not object to that.

Me: We’ll see. No promises.

Gami: Very well, goodnight everyone.

Luka: night!

Mr. Postscript: Goodnight.

Mr. Postscript: Go to sleep, Marinette.

Me: Okay, goodnight!

From the phone of Luka Couffaine:

Chat Name: Sempre piu

Me: You know, I think he just might be good enough for her.

Sempre piu: We will see.

Me: Come on.

Me: Admit that you like him, and that you like him for her.

Sempre piu: Well…

Sempre piu: He seems like someone who would not hesitate.

Me: She deserves that much. And more.

Me: It just seems like neither of them sees it yet.

Sempre piu: It will make it all the more stronger when they do.

Sempre piu: Already she talks to him in a way she never did to Adrien.

Me: We both know that was puppy love.

Sempre piu: Even so, she’s never felt so comfortable around a potential suitor before.

Me: Could she just not see him like that?

Sempre piu: You saw how she acted around him, how unsettled she was when we talked of her to him.

Me: No, you’re right.

Me: It’s just going to be hard waiting for them to figure it out.

Sempre piu: It’ll be worth it.

Sempre piu: Her happiness is worth it.

Me: Yes, it is.

From the phone of Lila Rossi:

Chat Name: My Agent

My Agent: Mister Agreste has been very pleased with your work so far. He would like to set up a meeting to go over your contract and continue your excellent relationship with the Agreste brand.

Me: I’m ready whenever.

My Agent: He will see you after your photoshoot this afternoon.

Me: I’ll be there!

My Agent: Good work, Miss Rossi. He’s very pleased.

Woo! We’re almost caught up to what I’ve already posted to AO3! Yay! Now, in case anyone actually reads these and wants to know: I’m working on chapter ten and is breaking practically all the patterns my chapters usual follow but I’m not mad at yet? You might be but we’ll see! One thing I think I can give away is that so far, I don’t think Damian and Marinette will be in at all... That’s all I’ll say for now. Till next time!

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#MariBat #Daminette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Damian Wayne #FanFic

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Brave Part 17

Part 17? WTAF.

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. 18+, wrap before you tap dudes. Swearing.

Words: 1600ish

Notes: this is the penultimate Brave, I think. I will release the Christmas chapter before Xmas eve. If I can’t wrangle all the plot into one chapter, I’ll do an extra for new year.

“Friendsmas is on for the 22nd.”, you announce as you enter the bedroom. Lin is reading in bed, wearing an old Heights tshirt. He puts his book on his bedside table as he asks “Who’s in?”. You start undressing as you tell him “Jas and Anthony, Jon for certain; maybes from Chris and Diggs”. “Cool, so what do you have planned?”, he asks as he motions for a cuddle. You snuggle in close as you outline menus, movies and secret Santa. He smiles throughout, occasionally kissing the top of your head.

“Did I mention that I love Christmas?”, you joke. Lin chuckles and reaches to turn out the light.

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Jas has scored a booth and ordered you a Diet Coke by the time you get to your usual place. She greets you with a warm hug even though she only saw you yesterday at work. Burgers ordered, the chatter turns to Christmas. “Jas what are you buying Anthony? I am SO stuck with what to buy Lin!”, you whine. “We’re kinda just buying stuff together for the both of us-new couch, this awesome record player”, she replies. “That’s no help is it?”, she laughs. “NOPE”, you say jokingly. “What do you buy the dude who can buy anything he wants, and doesn’t want an awful lot?”, you groan and lay your head on the table. “Y/N don’t be so dramatic, you’ll think of something.”, she says.

“So I take it things are still good with Lin then?”, she says cautiously. “Jazzy, yes.”, you say, half-scolding. She hasn’t forgotten about that kiss and gave Lin the “Hurt my friend and I’ll kill you” speech the day after the now-infamous WhatsApp incident. “Just checking”, she says and then smiles. “You’re happy, I’m happy”. You give her a playful poke. “I’m happy. Practically ecstatic. Now stop.”.

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So far you’ve interrogated Lin’s mother, sister, Chris and Jon about what to get Lin for Christmas. They’ve come up with nothing. Nothing. It’s a week until you exchange gifts. Panic Mode enabled.

There’s so much going on that when Lin is away for 3 nights on Secret Disney Business, you barely notice. You’ve hardly seen one another outside of work, days off taken up with Christmas preparations and seeing folk before they take off for the holidays.

He gets back at 1am on the 20th. You have had to stay late at work and text him to say you’ll stay at his place rather than trek the subway back at this hour. You’d only been back long enough to sink one cup of tea before he was home.

He was dishevelled. Hair messy in its bun, clothes rumpled, eye bags bigger than his luggage. He still grins at the sight of you crossing the room, though. “Mi cariña.”, he says, voice tainted by exhaustion. You kiss him like he’s been gone a month. He sinks into your arms. “I missed you”, he mumbles into your neck. “I missed you too, welcome home”, you answer. He murmurs with contentment. He pulls back and kisses your forehead. “I’d love nothing more than to take you to bed for a couple of hours but I’m afraid I’m practically asleep right now”, he says apologetically.

You reach behind him and lock the door, then take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. “Suitcase can wait til the morning.”, you tell him “and so can I”. He gives a tiny, sweet laugh at that and plonks down on the side of the bed.

You pull off his shoes and then pull him to his feet so he can take off his jeans. You leave him removing his hoodie and going to clean his teeth as you fetch him a glass of water. You change into pyjamas as he takes a drink, then slip under the covers and gather him to your chest. You stroke his hair and murmur that you love him. Within minutes he is fast asleep. As you bask in the feeling of having him back in your arms, you smile and relax into the mattress, soon following him into slumber.

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It’s after 11 when he pokes his head around the living room door to find you. You’re in your PJs still, watching Scrooged for the millionth time. “Good morning”, he croaks with the most charming of smiles. You smile back, taking in his ridiculous bed hair. “Good morning! Coffee is fresh”, you point to the counter.

He plods over to get a mug and when he comes back to you he perches next to you on the couch to sip his drink. You turn to him and say “Merry Fake Christmas Eve!”, with a laugh at the end. “Oh yeah!”, he chuckles. “What do you want to do this chilly Christmas Eve?” He asks. “You?”, you say cheekily.

Lin nearly spits his coffee, and sets it down to laugh. “You’re officially the cheesiest.”, he mocks. You shrug with a grin “You asked what I wanted, I answered!”, you reply. “Young lady, I am gonna wipe that grin off your face…”, he threatens. “That’s fighting talk, Miranda…”, you turn to face him, holding up your fists in a fight stance. Lin raises his eyebrows at you sceptically. “Yeah alright, as if I’m gonna even consider resisting you”, you admit, dropping your arms. Lin’s posture becomes cocky. “As if you could!”, he says, grin on his face this time. “Honey..”, you warn.

He’s over you in a second, your back flat against the couch cushions and you squealing as he pins your arms over your head. “Dare you to try and resist me.”, he says, an amused smile on his face. “Challenge accepted!”, you say-though despite your extreme stubborn streak, you doubt you’ll last a minute. He pulls off your pyjamas and looks down on your naked form.

Lin starts with a flutter-light kiss to your lips, then your cheekbone, your neck. He stops at your neck, a trail of kisses laid at your collarbone. Then he runs his tongue from there, right up to your earlobe, light enough to leave a shiver. He smirks as he sees the goosebumps on your arms, then trails his thumb too lightly over your nipple. He groans a little as he feels it’s hard, and because he hears your breath hitch at his touch. He moves to look you in the eye as he challenges “I bet you can’t stay quiet, and keep your hands off me for the next two minutes”. You seriously doubt that yourself but you steady your voice to say “Try me.”. “Oh, I will”, he teases.

And so (though no one is actually watching the clock) he proceeds to tease you over and over, willing you to break. He rakes a finger down your side, because he knows so well where to touch you so that it’s halfway to ecstasy, halfway to ticklish. When he gently palms your breast, when he rounds his hand to cup its swell, when he flicks his thumb over your nipple…you bite your lip, eyes squeezed shut. You can’t help but arch your back when his lips meet your sternum and then his mouth is on your breast and it takes all you have not to breathe out his name.

Suddenly he’s gone, cool air against your skin instead. You open your eyes in shock and find him standing, hand reached out to you. “Time’s up.”, he says seriously. “No more games.”. You take his hand and he yanks you to standing. He immediately has you pressed up against him, one hand splayed across your shoulder blades, one on your ass, pinning your groin to his, where you feel his arousal.

He kisses you, and you open your mouth for his tongue, pretty desperate for him by this point. Breathless, he stops and says “Who the fuck did I think I was kidding? Bedroom. Now.”. You only make it to the hallway before he is pushing you up against the wall and you’re sighing into his mouth. His hands at your waist try to lift you slightly and your giggle breaks the kiss. “Lin, just…the bed!”, you laugh. He groans in frustration as you lead him away.

You pull him through the doorway so that his body smashes into yours and you immediately reach for the hem of his shirt. Your fingers play against the smooth skin underneath, teasing him as he had teased you. You reach up to kiss him but gently bite his bottom lip instead. You pull back to lift his shirt over his head and toss it to the side of the room. He dips his head to kiss you again as you run your fingertips up and down his back. You hear a little moan as you stroke your hands all across his chest and slowly, too slowly down towards the waistband of his pyjama pants. You flatten your palm and slide it down the front, smiling against Lin’s lips as you feel that he has no underwear on.

Lin pushes his hips up to meet your hand but you cruelly withdraw it and he practically growls in frustration. “Shhhh” you say as you pull his pants down. “Patience, baby…”, you whisper as you sink to your knees. He steps out of the pants and you discard those too. He’s looking down at you, dark eyes practically begging you to touch him. Never breaking eye contact, you take his hard length in your hand and very gently stroke him up and down a couple of times.

Lin bites his lip hard, “Mmph” just escaping his mouth. You raise up on your knees to just the right height and slowly run your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to to the head, ending with a swirl of your tongue that makes him gasp. He throws his head back as you take him in your mouth and when you flatten your tongue against him he instinctively grabs the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair as you begin to bob back and forth. Your hand pumps in time with your head movements and in a couple of minutes he’s a moaning mess before you. “Y/N…” he says tensely, cupping your face and urging you to stop.

He kneels too, mouth on yours again, kisses fervent and hard. He pulls you towards him, to straddle his lap, lips never leaving yours. With a quick adjustment and a lift of your leg, he is inside you. Lin groans as your bodies meet and he begins to slowly rock up into you. You meet his thrust, both of you experimenting until you find a rhythm. It’s a rhythm that is brushing just the right place inside of you, leaving you gasping, and you have to wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself. Still, the little bursts of pleasure created by each thrust weaken you enough that you falter.

Lin responds by holding you closer, one arm supporting your back, hand against the back of your head. The other is firmly on your ass, guiding you to grind against him. Fire starts to burn in your belly and you cry out as the initial stirrings of an orgasm appear. Lin’s lips are against your ear and he coaxes you “Come on, love”, and whispers kisses against your skin. The hand on your ass squeezes, almost too hard, as he slams home the last few thrusts that he knows will have you seeing stars.

When it hits you are squealing, shuddering, quaking against him. At the last of it, your back is arched so far that your chest rises to his face and his lips find a new home at your breast while you wail. It’s almost, just almost, too much and when the last wave ends you collapse against his shoulder, breathless and jerking. He murmurs in your ear as you try to pull yourself together. You straighten a little, manoeuvring to kiss him.

Lin stills both your bodies, he cradles the back of your head as he dips you backwards, laying you down on the soft wool of the rug. He’s still inside you since all he had to do was lean forward, and now he places his hands either side of your arms to support his weight. You’re barely composed as it is and when his thrusting becomes pounding you can practically feel yourself unraveling.

He is moaning into your neck, one hand covering your breast. You cry out his name because you feel yourself tightening again, feel that tingle. He kisses you before he lays his forehead against yours as you both curse at the same time. You push your hips into his as hard as you can, so close now. He whimpers your name as he starts to lose control and his movements become frantic, wild. You fist his hair as another climax takes you and you feel him twitch inside you even as you clench around him.

Lin falls on top of you, panting, shaking a little. Panting too, you stroke his hair and try to breathe normally. After a minute he raises up a little to withdraw and then lays beside you, pulling you in for a kiss. “Lin”, you breathe “That was…I don’t even know. God, I can’t…”. Lin grins at you “Uh huh”, he agrees as he softly shakes his head. “Damn.”.

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#lmm x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel x reader #rpf #hamilton rpf #hamilton imagine #hamilton fanfic

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