#it was my late uncles and it’s my favorite possession

[dilfsisko]

Also my Klingon Empire jacket

[yungistiny]

back of the net ═ chapter three

[ J. YUNHO / S. MINGI ]

chapter three: edged

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summary: yunho and mingi are the star football players and they have never wanted anything more then their coach’s daughter

warning: creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, public orgasm, dom yunho, dom mingi, sub reader, double penetration, bisexual mingi, possessive yunho

pairing: yungi x afab/reader

genre: smut, romance, polyamory

word count: 4K

chapter one

chapter two

chapter four coming soon

masterlist

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“Y/N! You have class in like twenty minutes!”

Karina’s voice startled y/n awake, her eyes snapping open, heart pounding alarmed. “Shit!”

Fifteen minutes later and y/n was dressed in grey sweats, the hoodie she had stolen from Yunho, hair unbrushed and what she could fit in a messy updo, wiping excess mouthwash off of her lips, running towards the other side of campus to make it to her foreign languages class. A class she shared with Yunho and Mingi. A class that was taught by none other than her dad’s best friend Yoon Jeonghan. She hoped Yunho and Mingi wouldn’t raise suspicions because Jeonghan, or Uncle Jeonghan to y/n, would certainly snitch to Seungcheol.

“Excuse me!” Y/N gripped her bag, dodging from slamming into the back of Hoshi who was free styling in the middle of the hall. She was panting out of breath by the time she made it to class with just a minute to spare from being late. “Sorry.” She stumbled into the class, Jeonghan looking at her concerned in her disheveled state, his gaze finding the hickey on her neck and narrowing his eyes. He wasn’t aware his god daughter and Mingyu were back together.

Y/N found her a seat on the third row, dropping her bag at her feet, pulling her ipad out and opening her microsoft word app. She was gripping her apple pencil in her hand, biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed as she was still trying to wake herself up when she felt their presence. Both of them sitting on each side of her, Mingi on her left and Yunho on her right.

She opened her eyes when Yunho’s knee brushed up against her leg. If it were any other class or place y/n wouldn’t be so nervous but she saw the look Jeonghan sent towards her direction, his eyes narrowing even more at her dad’s star players.

“Mingi, I thought I said no drinking in my class?” Jeonghan glared at him, last time Mingi had spilled an entire can of Redbull out all over the floor. “Sorry, Professor Yoon.” Mingi smirked deviously behind another can, chugging the rest of the caffeine and stuffing the empty can into his bag.

Y/N turned her head towards Mingi, watching as he pushed his black rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Damn it! He was so hot with glasses on. She felt her cheeks start to redden, blushing as she remembered the last time she had saw Mingi he was passed out naked in his bed as she tried sneaking out of his room only to bump into Mark Lee who grew flustered, stumbling over his words at the sight of her.

Neither Yunho or Mingi said a word to her until everyone had settled down, Jeonghan beginning a lecture on the distinct difference between Mandarin and Cantonese. “You left me naked in bed.” Was the first thing to whisper out of Mingi’s mouth and Yunho snorted to hold back a laugh. Yunho had been snickering at his best friend since the night before when Mingi had barged into his room pouting that Y/N had snuck out in the early hours of the morning.

Y/N suddenly felt like those assholes that hook up and dump girls and cringed at herself. “I always have lunch with my parents on Sunday, sorry I should have told you.” She had rushed back to her dorm quickly, showering and getting dressed before meeting her parents at their favorite sushi restaurant. By the time she had gotten back to her dorm y/n ended up watching some horror movie with Karina that had a woman being haunted by some smiling demon before passing out and being abruptly awoken not even an hour ago.

“Mingi’s just clingy.” Yunho teased causing his best friend to glare at him as his hand disappeared under the joined desk, resting on y/n thigh. Y/N sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she looked to make sure Jeonghan wasn’t paying them any attention. “Yunho…..”

“Yeah, baby?” The pet name he used had y/n heart racing, his voice wasn’t exactly discreet, not whispering like Mingi had. As a matter of fact he was smirking.

Yunho’s hand was slowly rubbing up her thigh over her sweats, the warmth of his touch scorching through the fabric. Y/N grip on her apple pencil tightened when Yunho’s lips grazed her ear, gaze never straying from Jeonghan to make sure he wasn’t looking at them. “I miss you.”

Mingi scoffed hearing him. “And you call me clingy.”

Y/N was thankful Jeonghan was too busy setting his laptop up to the projector to display a video on the basics of Mandarin. “You do know professor Yoon is my godfather?”

Yunho snatched his hand off her thigh so quick y/n had to laugh a little. “Are you two really afraid of my dad?”

“Afraid? No.” Mingi shook his head, smiling sweetly at Jeonghan when he looked at them as he walked over to turn the lights out so the video on the projector could be seen better. “Afraid he’ll kick us off the team? Yes.”

Y/N knew her dad would never kick Mingi and Yunho off the team, rather he found out they were both fucking his daughter or not. She used to tune her dad out during dinners when he’d practically gush about how the two best friends were the best players he ever had. Choi Seungcheol might put up a hard exterior to the public eye and to his players but he was actually a very caring and man behind closed doors.

The moment the lights were out, the video beginning to play and Jeonghan sat down at his desk in the corner of the far left of the room, his attention now on reading over papers, y/n decided to mess with them.

Mingi was in the middle of trying to silently pop open another can of redbull he had snuck out of his bag when he felt her hand. “What are you doing?” He hissed catching Yunho’s attention.

Y/N looked at him in the dimly lit class with the most innocent expression she could muster up, blinking her eyelashes up at him. “What?” She played dumb as if she weren’t aware of her own hand now palming at him over his sweatpants.

Yunho was opening his mouth to ask what was going on but instead groaned, closing his eyes when he felt her other hand rubbing at him over his jeans. Was she crazy? Fuck it, he didn’t care!

Y/N kept her gaze on the video playing at the front of the room as she slipped her hand into the waistband of Mingi’s sweats, biting her bottom lip when she realized he was commando under them. “Fuck” he had to lean his arm on the desk, hand covering his mouth as her hand wrapped around him. So soft and warm. Fuck!

Yunho had his jaw clenched, hands bawled into fist at his sides as y/n other hand pulled him from his jeans, sliding her hand into his underwear and wrapping it around him, thumb tracing his tip and causing him to bite his bottom lip hard to keep from moaning.

Yunho and Mingi looked at each other over y/n between them, both of them pupils blown, Yunho’s ears blushing red and Mingi’s lips parted, holding his breath as he was straining to keep from bucking up into her hand.

She was a fucking menace and they loved every second of it.

“Y/N….” Mingi sounded breathless as her hand jerked him a little faster, twisting up and down him a little. She ignored him and started to return the same movements to Yunho who couldn’t help the deep guttural groan leave him.

Other then a pointed look of annoyance from Boo Seungkwan in the row in front of of them he otherwise went unheard thankfully.

They were both close, y/n could tell from the precum leaking from them both and the way Mingi’s dick started twitching in her grip.

She stopped, removing her hands, digging in her bag for her hand sanitizer, the vanilla scent invading her senses as she rubbed it on her hands.

Yunho and Mingi stared at her in shock, blinking rapidly, hearts pounding and teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Did she just fucking edge them in class? Yunho was staring a heated look into the side of her head as she still had yet to look at either one of them, attention fully focused now on the video playing.

Mingi was too shocked, too edged, to even comprehend anything at the moment.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” Yunho whispered in her ear, voice deep and promising. “Brat.” He snuck a kiss on the marking on her neck he had left from their time together that was fading.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to leave class and let him make her pay however he wanted. She felt herself grow wet at just the thought of it and clenched her thighs together, Yunho smirking as he noticed.

“Mingi, what did I say?” Jeonghan’s voice startled everyone along with the hissing pop of the can of redbull now open in Mingi’s hand.

“Sorry, professor Yoon.” He was not sorry at all because he needed a caffeine distraction from his poor hard dick in his sweats aching for y/n to just finish him.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes at him, narrowing them at Yunho who now had an arm splayed on the back of the seats around his goddaughter. He wasn’t aware y/n and Cheol’s star players were close…

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Y/N left Yunho and Mingi behind as soon as class was over, trying not to giggle out loud at their predicament. Both still fully hard in their pants.

“Sweetheart”

Y/N eyes widened, freezing in her tracks at the sight of her dad walking towards her. He was carrying a bag of takeout. “Your mother wants to make sure you still want the red dress for the team banquet, said for you to call her.”

“Oh…. Ok.” Y/N sighed in relief, like she expected her dad to know what she had just done in class. Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at the markings visible on his daughter’s neck, one fading and the other dark and prominent. “Are you and Mingyu back together?”

“What?” His question took y/n by surprise. She hadn’t seen her ex boyfriend since he broke up with her. “No. Why would you think that?”

Seungcheol knew he couldn’t keep his daughter from engaging in whatever it was with whoever it was, she was an adult now, but he certainly could be petty if his suspicions about who the hickey culprit was and make whichever one of the twin towers that was responsible run a dozen suicides at practice. “I’m gonna take this to your uncle Jeonghan, please call your mother or she’ll pester me until you do.”

Y/N eyed her dad oddly when he dodged her question, planting a kiss on her forehead and disappearing down the hall towards the class she had just left as Yunho and Mingi were walking out the door.

“I can’t believe she edged us in the middle of class!” Mingi was holding his bag in front of himself to hide the hard bulge in his sweatpants. Yunho too was holding his own bag in front of his matching bulge, a bit more concealed in his jeans.

“Every time I hear the two of you open your mouths I visibly sigh.”

“Coach!” Mingi jumped, his bag digging into his poor dick causing him to hiss under his breath. “The team banquet is Wednesday, I’m going to assume the two of you will be dressed accordingly and on your best behavior.”

“Of course, sir.” Yunho gave him his best smile, all perfect and innocent, making him look more boyish and charming.

“You better.” Seungcheol moved past them into the class, Mingi was panicking. “You think he heard us?”

Yunho shrugged, shaking his head. “It’s not like he knows what she we were referring to.”

“Right.” Mingi visibly relaxed, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they made their way outside and towards the quad. They only had one more class that day and it wasn’t for a few more hours so the two of them were in search of the cause of the problem in their pants.

Yunho is not a jealous person, sure he was a little of Mingyu getting to y/n first through the last couple years but never anything drastic. Jealousy and anger just wasn’t him but right now he really wanted to punch Lee Jeno in the face.

Yunho’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he spotted Jeno talking to y/n, smiling at her and reaching a hand out to gently swat at a small bee that had started buzzing around her.

Seems him and Mingi weren’t the only two no longer scared to seek out Coach Choi’s daughter.

“The fuck does he think he’s doing?” Lee Jeno was the best midfielder on their team but he was also notorious for the amount of girls he has slept with.

Yunho was making his way over to them before Mingi could finish his question. “Oh shit!” Mingi sped after him, grabbing his best friend by the arm. “Whoah, what the hell do you think you’re gonna do?” He arched a brow at him. “Piss on her leg and mark your territory?”

Yunho stopped, turning his angry jealous gaze on Mingi. “Is she not ours?”

Mingi had never seen his best friend like this. The jealous possessiveness rolling off of him in waves. It was kind of hot. “Let’s just interrupt them.” Yunho followed Mingi, fists clenched at his sides as they approached y/n and Jeno.

“So, the reason I came over is because I wanted to know if you were seeing…..” Jeno trailed off, not able to finish his question as his gaze landed on the two tall men suddenly right behind y/n. The way Yunho was glaring at him made Jeno realize that y/n was in fact not available. He briefly wondered if coach knew that his daughter was being double teamed by the twin towers….

“Jeno, don’t you have class?” Mingi gave him a look that clearly stated to move on which only made Jeno smirk. “Actually, I was asking y/n if she were single and if she would be my date to the team banquet?”

Y/N herself had froze the second she heard Mingi’s voice, heart skipping a beat when she felt a hand possessively place itself on her hip, pulling her back against a chest that she quickly realized was Yunho. “She already has a date.”

She does? Y/N turned her head back, tilting it up to look at Yunho, taking in his darkened gaze and clenched jaw. She had seen that look on many occasions when she was with Mingyu, most the time her ex was directing that look on Yunho and Mingi.

“Well…. that’s unfortunate.” Jeno smiled at y/n. “If the twin towers don’t work out, I’m always available for you.” He sent one last smirk towards Yunho who was barely holding his anger in at him. Jeno snickered as he left.

“Seriously?” Y/N pulled away from Yunho, folding her arms across her chest. “What?” He looked at her as if he hadn’t just asserted himself towards Jeno. Like he didn’t stake his claim on her.

“Maybe next time you could just hike and piss on my leg, mark your territory.” She teased him causing Mingi to laugh as he had said the same thing.

Yunho pouted at them, grumbling under his breath before intertwining his hand with y/n, pulling her along with his long strides. “Where are we going?” She asked, her much shorter legs finding it slightly difficult to keep up with him. Mingi sped up next to them. “My dorm.” Wooyoung should be in class and they couldn’t go to Mingi’s as Mark had no classes and was probably passed out for the day.

Y/N found herself hiding behind Yunho, tugging Mingi to her side to conceal her from sight when she spotted Yeosang coming out of his dorm that just so happened to be across the hall and two rooms down from Yunho’s.

Yeosang walked right past them, eyes on his phone not even given them a glance. Y/N sighed in relief, her tryst or whatever it was she had going on with Yunho and Mingi only caused an argument between her and her best friend. She knew Yeosang was only trying to look out for her but sometimes between him and her dad it could feel suffocating.

“He didn’t see you.” Mingi assured her as Yunho lead them into his dorm room, locking the door behind them in case Wooyoung came back. Y/N stood beside Yunho’s bed, dropping her bag to the floor, suddenly nervous as it was no longer her alone with just one of them.

“You’re nervous.” Yunho could tell by the way she was biting her bottom lip and fidgeting her hands together. “Relax,” he gently grabbed her hands, interlacing his own with them. “we’re not doing that yet.” He didn’t have to explain what that was. “You did get us all worked up though…” he smirked as he leaned his head down, lips brushing hers. “tease.”

“Are you going to make me pay for it now?” Y/N voice was breathless and wanting, her gaze finding Mingi over Yunho’s shoulder. “Why are you so far away?” She pulled one hand from Yunho’s grasp, reaching for him. Mingi obliged, allowing her to pull him closer, both him and Yunho now towering over her. “Why aren’t you touching me yet?”

Yunho and Mingi shared a look before diving in. Yunho’s lips went straight for her neck while Mingi crashed his own lips against her own, tongue wasting no time darting into her mouth to dance with hers. A moan bubbled up inside y/n at the feel of Yunho kissing, sucking, biting and teasing her skin with his tongue matched with Mingi kissing her.

Her hands were now each grasping at Yunho and Mingi’s shirts as they suddenly switched. Mingi was now kissing down her jaw, to her neck as Yunho replaced his lips against hers with his own. “Wait…” she barely got the words out against Yunho’s lips, breathing heavy, panting. “I want to….” She had no idea how to form words for what she wanted, what she was picturing in her mind.

“What do you want?” Yunho kissed her again, Mingi following after him. “Tell us.” They were now both attached to each side of her neck and a whimper left y/n, her eyes closing as the words escaped her. “I want both of you….. in my mouth.”

The kissing on her neck stopped, both Yunho and Mingi pulling away from her and turning their blown pupils and heated gazes onto each other. “Dude,” Mingi shook his head at the shocked look on Yunho’s face. “don’t look at me, I almost just came hearing her say it.”

“Are you sure?” Yunho wanted to make sure it’s what she really wanted to do, staring into her eyes and seeing nothing but lust and want. “Please…”

“Baby,” Mingi shook his head, hands going to the waistband of his sweats, dick still hard from earlier. “trust me, you don’t have to beg.” He paused his movements from shoving his sweats down to his ankles. “Uh…. We haven’t exactly done this before.”

“I thought you both… I thought you’ve had….”y/n blushed at the simple thought. “threesomes before?”

“We have.” Yunho nodded, hands gently gripping her chin. “But we’ve never you know…. been inside someone at the same time before….. together.”

“Yeah, it’s usually one in the back and the other with the mouth… you know.” Mingi explained, now he was blushing. Why the fuck was he blushing? His conscious was scolding himself.

Y/N hid the triumphant smirk at the knowledge just given to her by biting her bottom lip and pulling out of Yunho’s grasp and dropping to her knees in front of them. She still had yet to have Mingi in her mouth and she couldn’t wait to have Yunho back in it. “Fuck me….” Mingi almost whined at the sight of her, voice so much deeper.

Neither Mingi or Yunho moved, allowing y/n to take control. She reached for Mingi first, hands replacing his own at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down his legs and letting them pool at his feet. She didn’t touch him yet, turning to Yunho to do the same to his tight jeans and underwear. A moan ripped from him when his dick was finally free.

“Get closer.” Y/N stared up at them and it had to be the best thing either one of them had ever seen. “Move!” Mingi urged Yunho, their hips and thighs touching as they got as close to each other as they could. They both watched her pull Yunho’s hoodie off and over her head leaving her in just her red sports bra and sweatpants.

Y/N contemplated a minute on where to start and decided to wrap a hand around them once again, both men instantly moaning at her touch, Mingi almost whimpering as they were both sensitive from being edged in class earlier.

It was Mingi that felt her tongue lick at his tip first and he had to hold himself back from tangling his hand in her hair. And then she switched, tongue gliding up Yunho’s length, pausing to suck just his tip into her mouth, lapping at and swallowing the precum that was leaking out. “Stop teasing us.” Yunho moaned deep, aching for her to just let him, them, fuck her mouth already.

“So needy.” Y/N teased before she leaned up on her knees more, both Yunho and Mingi following her movements, not able to meet each other’s gaze as they felt their lengths touch, rubbing together as y/n slowly took them into her mouth, the weight of them both on her tongue, heavy, lips stretching around them, relaxing her jaw to fit them more.

“Fuck…” Mingi was becoming a mess, turning his head to Yunho. “I’m not gonna last.” No way! Not with the way the feel of their dicks rubbing each other, the sight of y/n pushing herself to finally swallow them, deepthroating both of them, little tears rolling down her flushed cheeks at the gag and stretch. “Me either.” Yunho felt his knees buckle as y/n began to move, head bobbing back and forth.

“Shit!” Mingi had to throw an arm around Yunho’s shoulders to keep himself up. Yunho knew they were both close already by the way their dicks twitched against each other in her mouth so he reached forward, pausing a moment to share a look with y/n who nodded for him to go ahead and tangle his hand into her hair, his other arm wrapping around Mingi’s waist to support them as he started fucking her face.

“I’m cumming…” Mingi was done for, his orgasm hitting hard, cum shooting down y/n throat, moaning loudly as he stumbled back falling onto Wooyoung’s bed. He watched with a dazed look as Yunho now had both hands tangled in her hair, his head thrown back, chasing his own high.

“You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you…” Yunho looked back down at her, y/n moaning around him, the vibration sending him over the edge as he pulled her against him, painting her throat white, her nose smushed against him as Yunho lost himself for a moment, gagging her on him.

Then loud knocking started at the door followed by Wooyoung’s voice. “What the fuck? Why’s the door locked? Yunho let me in!”

Y/N gasped for breath when Yunho pulled himself out of her mouth, doing as he told her and swallowing every last drop of both himself and Mingi.

She takes what she said all back.

This was the filthiest fucking thing she had ever done.

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[melodyanqel]

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 ── ✦ h.ih. (two - more to live)

a pretty little thing, who grew up extremely sheltered and has never seen the horrors in life until she gets recuited in a mysterious competition.

⤷ pairing: hwang in-ho x fem!oc

⤷ genre/tags: fluff, angst, thriller, psychological drama, established relationship, games, action, financial issues, gambling, betrayal, team bonding, family, possessive!sadistic!in-ho, sheltered!sunshine!oc

⤷ warning: mention of health issues

⤷ wc: 1.3k words

⤷ note: it's our front man's birthday! hbd to this dangerously beautiful character! <3

⤷ melodyanqel taglist: @buckitostan @nadloves @gracesworks @verouys @foulbreadpaenut @avery-043009

Upon the eve of evening, when there is still the strength of day yet the softness of night, the city comes alive with music and light. 

Yu-na and her boss are cleaning up the café because it’s getting late. Her favorite time is when she clocks out from work and relaxes in her cozy home. She also likes to turn off the OPEN sign because another day has ended. 

Throughout her shift, Yu-na missed her uncle. Despite the conflicts between her aunt and Gi-hun, she never hated him. Yu-na knew about his poor gambling habits, lived with his mother after his divorce, and got too stubborn to admit his mistakes. But in the end, Gi-hun does have a heart. Yu-na can tell through his emotions when mentioning Ga-young that he genuinely didn’t want her to leave him. It’s pitiful. However, he still thinks of his daughter every day. 

“Thank you, Yu-na, for today.”

Giving her boss a jubilant smile. “My pleasure, Mrs. Lee. Have a lovely night.” She leaves the place and notices the once-blue sky is now ink-black with splatters of stars and the crescent moon. Of course, the city is always loud and cheery at night. Yu-na starts to head home and luckily it’s not a long walk because there’s a neighborhood close to the café. Most people around the area know Yu-na because they have been homeowners since she was a child and a few are great friends with her parents. 

Yu-na kindly greets the people when entering the neighborhood. She also notices a little girl dressed in a light green dress and a flower beanie over her head, holding her father’s hand coming towards her direction. 

The child beams when she sees Yu-na. “Unnie!” She shouts the older’s name and sprints her small legs. 

“Na-yeon!” Yu-na bends down with her arms open—the little girl hops into the embrace. “Did you have fun in school?” She asked because Na-yeon started her education this year. They pulled away to face each other and the child responded, “Yes, I did! I learned how to draw because appa knows how to draw and my friends liked my hat.” She spoke enthusiastically, which made Yu-na smile widely. It’s nice to know Na-yeon is living her life to its fullest. 

Then footsteps come closer to them. Gyeong-seok or Na-yeon’s father approaches. He tells Yu-na, “The teacher also enjoys having her as a student. She brings an extra joy for the class.” He quotes the amazing feedback about his daughter. 

It honestly made Gyeong-seok proud of himself because he raised Na-yeon as a single father and the struggles and concerns about her chronic illness caused him to be overprotective. But then he reflects on his mindset to at least have Na-yeon enjoy life, even when she is fighting to stay strong. Gyeong-seok truly loves and treasures his angel and prays that luck will come true. 

Yu-na stands up and says, “I agree with the teacher. She is like the brightest sun in our universe.” The young woman looks at Na-yeon with adoration in her eyes. She takes a hand to pat her head. “I like your hat too. But you are prettier than the flower.” The comment was cheesy yet sweet because it made Na-yeon smile. 

Gyeong-seok also planned on taking Na-yeon to his work for the weekend and it's the amusement park. Yu-na is glad he is taking his kid to a magical place for the first time. Na-yeon had always wanted to go there because she loves fairytales, cartoon characters, and candy. She is like any other kid. Yu-na hopes Na-yeon will have fun and Gyeong-seok illustrates guests.

Afterward, the father and daughter bid Yu-na ‘goodbye’ and went home. 

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In the Myung household, a family of three is at the dining table to feast on meals and talk about their day. 

They’re the same old topics: work, plans, and how they’ve been doing. For Yu-na, she brings something new to the table. “I met Uncle Gi-hun today.” She told her parents and they looked at her quite astonished. Her mother’s face lights up. “Really? Where has he been all this time?” Yu-bin becomes intrigued. 

Yu-na expounds, “He has been working overseas and has found a better living. His uncle said he stopped gambling because he was trying to improve his ways, which was shocking, but it’s understanding of him not to live on bad habits.” Her response is brief yet her parents comprehend.

Her father, Ji-won, tells her his thoughts. “It’s nice to know he is no longer in a negative life. Even though I’ve never shown any hate towards him, it was disappointing to see his behavior affecting others. That nasty divorce with his ex-wife caused so much trouble to the family that we weren’t so sure to continue being one. Sorry that I had to bring up your sister, my dear.” He sincerely apologizes to the love of his life. 

She shakes her head. “No, I’m with you on your opinion. As much as I never hated my sister and Gi-hun, their broken marriage had all of us worried. But in the end, I guess people do change.” Yu-bin does believe in second chances if the person is willing to make things right. 

Yu-na sighs, “I wonder if we’ll come together again.” She began to feel the nostalgia when times were different and the whole hatred didn’t come into their lives. Yu-bin reassures her child. “Someday. Keep on hoping for it and it’ll happen.” The mother also wants things they used to be. She misses her sister a lot more than she expected. The two women have a deep bond, even when they are countries apart.

Furthermore, the Myung family continued their dinner until it was time to sleep. 

Yu-na washes her greasy face because she ate delicious BBQ, soup, and dumplings. However, the calories were worth it. After having soft, clean skin, she jumps on her bed like a rabbit. The blissful feeling of cotton sheets and a blanket soothes her aching muscles. To end the night, she texts her friend she met in college. 

Park Chae-young is her name. Yu-na once thought she could seriously be a model for a fashion magazine—from face to body to attitude like so much perfection. Chae-young is also a hard-working student and dreams of becoming a registered nurse. It also makes it appropriate that her fiancé is a police officer because they are helping people in the community by providing medical care and maintaining safety, often in high-stress situations.

The quiet bedroom echoes her giggles here and there from the silly yet cute messages sent by her friend. Yu-na feels sleep taking over her body. She delivers one more reply before entering dreamland. 

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It’s not a work day but a school day.

Yu-na carried her supplies in a pink and white backpack, wore a Cogimyun crewneck, flared jeans, and sneakers, and ate a quick breakfast—a toast with jelly. 

She leaves her home to meet Chae-young at the subway station. Whenever she goes to school, Yu-na appreciates how peaceful the morning is. It’s close to autumn so the weather is getting cooler and less humid. While leaving the neighborhood, a few people said “Good morning.” Yu-na says it back with her usual merry smile. It’s always amazing how a short yet meaningful greeting can uplift someone a little more. 

As she makes her way to her destination, Yu-na abruptly gets stopped by a person on the streets. It turns out to be a grown man who is fairly tall, with dark brown hair layered flat over his forehead and dressed in all gray and black. His facial features are sharp, thin lips, and has kind brown eyes. 

“Excuse me, miss. Do you know a café nearby?” He asked in a deep, charming voice. Yu-na politely answers. “Yes, I do. If you go down another block there will be one.” She points ahead of the street on her left, directing him to her workplace because that’s the closest. 

The man etches an elated expression. “Thank you so much, miss. Have a good day.” He bows to her. 

“You’re welcome and you too.” Yu-na does the same thing and watches him descend elsewhere before continuing her walk. 

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“Let me take care of you today. Don’t do anything in return, just let me.” - For virgin! Eddie (him taking care of the reader) ❤️

kristen. love of my life. absolute queen of smut. thank you so much for always being so kind! i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be smutty or not, so here's 2k words of eddie spaghetti taking care of a sick reader (also me soft launching the nickname Peach hahah) hope you enjoy!!

part of the tcar universe!

Eddie Munson was a worrier.

Apart from creating D&D campaigns and mastering Metallica guitar riffs, it’s what he did best.

Like, when Dustin skips out on Hellfire for the first time, he immediately thinks something’s wrong. He keeps the poor boy in the club room after the rest of the boys have left, badgering him about the reason why. “If something’s going on at home, you can tell me. You know that, right? Rule number one of Hellfire, you know? It’s a safe place.”

“I thought rule number one of Hellfire was never sit in your throne? Dustin asks with furrowed brows.

“Well, yeah, but… I’m just saying. You can tell me if something’s going on.”

“My mom’s just getting a new cat, Eds. We have to drive to Indianapolis to pick it up after school,” the boy explains, so sincere he’s practically cooing. “Everything’s okay, alright. I promise.”

“Alright. Drop the tone,” Eddie squints at him.

Dustin grins. “I’m happy you care so much, though. It’s really sweet, actually.”

“If you wanna keep the teeth you have left, I suggest you shut up, Henderson.”

Dustin makes fun of him about that to this day. 

Still, it hasn’t lessened his ability to stress out over nothing.

Gareth is five minutes late to band practice at The Hideout, and Eddie’s certain his beat-up truck is sitting somewhere in a ditch. Mike comes to school with a scrape on his cheek, and Eddie immediately thinks Jason and his basketball goons are giving him a hard time again.

It’s a deep-rooted urge to protect the people he cares about — to worry incessantly about their well-being and fight like hell if something’s wrong. And these are just the boys he tolerates, at best.

So when Eddie’s worried about you? All hell threatens to break loose.

Two days pass, and he hasn’t heard a single thing from you.

And it’s not the total end of the world or anything. You get busy sometimes, and that’s fine. 

Is a part of him distantly worried that you’re lying dead in your apartment? Sure. But still. The sliver of logical thinking he possesses knows that you’re fine. Eddie’s mostly able to simmer in his worry until the third day comes and goes with no word from you.

He’s popped into a full-on boil by then.

“Have you seen my keys?” the boy asks his uncle while he rifles between the couch cushions, searching for the metal things he can’t even seem to keep up with.

“You’re what?” Wayne answers, tucked too comfortably in his recliner for a time like this. He’s more focused on his Cheers re-run than his nephew’s anxious mumbling.

“My keys. They’re missing.”

“You didn’t leave ‘em in your van, did you?”

“No, I didn’t leave them in my van,” Eddie snaps. It’s more harshly than he intended but he doesn’t think to apologize as he looks under the magazines on the coffee table.

Wayne isn’t deterred by his tone. He pops another chip into his mouth and talks through the mouthful. “Did ya look in your room?”

“Yes. That’s the first place I check. They’re not there.”

“Kitchen counter?”

“I looked there, too.”

“Well, they gotta be somewhere, Eds,” Wayne chuckles.

“It’s not funny,” Eddie scolds in a fit of boyish rage. He ceases his search for a moment to be angry — his tight chest thankful for the weight is let off. “My girlfriend could be dead—”

“Your girlfriend’s fine,” the older man assures, still laughing a little to himself. Eddie’s dramatics and misplaced worries are familiar to him now. He looks over his shoulder at his nephew, grey brows raised. “Maybe she just wanted some space. Ever think of that?”

Eddie shakes his stubborn head. “You don’t know her, alright? That’s not— That’s not how she operates.

“Operates?” Wayne scoffs in a laugh. “She a robot or something.”

“…You’re are no help, you know that?”

Eddie backtracks to his room. He finds his keys beneath a pile of dirty clothes in the very corner of his room. He doesn’t care to know how they got there. He’s just grateful he found them at all.

He’s forced to walk by Wayne with them in hand to leave the trailer. The man’s lilted “I told ya so” doesn’t go unheard.

His van gets him to the other side of town in ten minutes flat — half the time it usually takes, but still not quick enough. He ascends the concrete stairs two a time before b-lining to your apartment. He grips the knob, expecting it to be locked, but it gives under the weight of his hand.

“Oh my god, if she’s not already dead, I’m gonna kill her,” Eddie mumbles rather morbidly to himself as he walks into your unlocked apartment.

He’s surprised to find you on the couch — your back facing him, all wrapped up in blankets, with a thousand tissues on the coffee table.

“Hopper, I told you a thousand times, I’m fine—” Your voice is scratchy and slurred, the makings of a girl who’s exhausted and obviously sick.

You turn slowly to look over your shoulder, careful not to jostle your migraine. Your glassy, red-rimmed eyes go wide when you find that Eddie’s the one standing in your driveway instead of Lurch.

“Coulda fooled me,” the boy quips with a sympathetic smile at your pallid appearance — sallow face, sunken eyes, messy hair. 

He doesn’t know you’ve got a raging monster of a headache, but he shuts the door closed softly anyway.

“Eddie?” you call his name. It’s mixed with a groan as you flip onto your back. The change in position makes your head pound all over again. You squint at Eddie through the knife in your skull. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you,” he tells you just before laying his keys on the table and sitting on the wooden edge of it in front of you. He puts the back of his hand to your warmed cheek. It nearly burns him.

“And everyone said I was stupid for being so worried. Now I know I had every right to be.”

“In their faces huh?” you quip dryly, then laugh until it turns into a coughing fit.

You hack into your elbow. Eddie winces and reaches for the half-gone glass of water at his side. He hands it to you and you take the thing in your trembling grasp, sipping from it gratefully.

“How long have you felt like this?” Eddie agonizes, full of woe.

“I don’t know… Couple days, maybe,” your breaths are uneven and unusually deep, as though each one is hard for you to take. Your face is scrunched up like they pain you.

“Why didn’t you call? You know I would’ve come over.”

“I thought I was feeling better,” you rasp. “And I came in here, but then I felt worse.”

“You should’ve told me before.”

“I didn’t want you to get sick…”

“I’ve been sick for four days, Peach,” Eddie laughs when you go all sheepish. “I would’ve rather been here getting sick with you than all the way across town worrying if you were dead or not.”

Your brows pinch together. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answers quickly.

You look like you want to argue, but it turns into another coughing fit. Eddie grimaces as you take another hearty sip. It hardly helps.

“What can I do?” he grieves, feeling totally helpless.

“Nothing,” you croak as your head lolls onto the throw pillow behind your head. Your heavy eyes flutter shut. Eddie swears he can hear your chest rattling.

“I’m gonna get you some more water, okay? And maybe a cold rag for you head.” He rises from the table with the glass in hand. “I make you some soup, too, if you have some. I make a mean canned chicken noodle, if I do say so myself—”

“No, don’t go,” you rasp and reach for his head. You rise on your elbow so suddenly that it makes the room spin around you. Your eyes squeeze shut again and you groan.

“See?” Eddie coos with a soft smile. “This is what not accepting my help gets you.”

“Just go home, Eds,” you plead after the room’s stopped spinning. “I’m okay. I don’t wanna get you sick, too.”

“I’m taking care of you today, babe. Whether you like it or not.”

Eddie ushers you to lay back down again. You do so without much protest, but with a pretty little pout on your face. He pulls the quilt back over you and smooths the frown between your brows with his thumb.

“You can try to fight me on this, but I’m pret-ty sure I’d win, so…”

“But it makes me feel bad,” you whine. “I can’t do anything for you—”

“You do stuff for me all the time, alright? Now, it’s my turn. I don’t need you to do anything for me in return, anyway, so… You might as well just let me.”

Eddie gives you little time to argue — not that your body would’ve let you, anyway. He returns with a glass of water, a wet rag, and a kiss on your forehead. He winces playfully after his lips touch your skin and lays the cool cloth over you.

“Jeez, babe. If you get any hotter, you’re gonna burn me,” he jokes, just to make you smile.

He cleans up the living room and wraps you up in more blankets when you start to get the cold sweats. He tucks you in them like a burrito, propping you against the arm of the couch so you can sit up more comfortably.

He’s off to the kitchen a second later. You can hear him rifling through your cabinets for something to ease your prickly throat. The only thing soup-adjacent he finds is a box of macaroni and cheese.

“This’ll have to do…” he murmurs to himself and to his co-chef, Bowie the Calico, who keeps him company while he boils the water and stirs in the powdered cheese. He kisses the wooden spoon to make sure it’s cooled down enough before fixing two bowls.

He carries them bowl, a blue and a green one, into the living room.

“It’s certainly no chicken noodle soup, but it’s still good,” Eddie promises as he sits down the dishes in front of you. He settles neatly on the couch beside you right after. His raised brows disappear behind his curly bangs. “It’s a good thing I make the best boxed mac and cheese this side of Hawkins has ever seen, huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum, smiling despite your exhaustion and the distant throbbing in your head. “I’m really lucky, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie purses his smile to the side and turns his glowing cheeks to the coffee table.

He picks up your bowl and stirs it to let the steam out. His gaze is far shier than it was before when he looks at you again. “How you feeling now, Peach?”

“Like someone shoved a box of cotton up my nose and through my skull.”

“So… better?” he teases.

You know he’s joking, but you nod anyway. “A little. Probably ‘cause you’re here.”

He laughs when weakly jab his thigh with your sock-clad foot.

“And to think, you were gonna kick me out.”

“I’m still scared you’re gonna get sick— what are you doing?” Your head juts back when he lifts the fork to your mouth, motioning for you to eat the pile of noodles sitting on top.

“Feeding you,” he shrugs. “What does it look like.”

“I can feed myself—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” the boy scolds when you reach to take the fork from him. He jerks his hand away from you. His face scrunches in a feigned anger. “I’m taking care of you today, remember? You can have the next turn.”

“Eddie—”

“Don’t Eddie me, alright? Just eat it. The more you argue, the longer this is gonna take.”

You take one bit, just to humor him.

He doesn’t let up until you’ve eaten it all, makes you down the rest of your water, too.

His food is cold now, but you’re better.

The life has returned to your eyes. They twinkle when they look at him, no longer as sunken in as they had been before. A part of him wonders if he’s the reason why. He ultimately decides to blame it on his sort of homemade mac and cheese, lest his heart explode from how much he adores you.

“Feel better?” he asks as he sits your bowl back down on the table.

You nod. For the first time in three days, it doesn’t make your head spin.

“Yeah. Thanks for taking care of me, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“No, thank you, for only putting up a little bit of a fight when I tried, sweetheart.”

He leans forward, as though to kiss you.

You pull back from him. “No, don’t.”

“Why?” he pouts.

“Because you’ll get sick.”

The boy scoffs. “I don’t care about that.”

“Well, I care about that.”

“Babe. I’m made of metal. I don’t get sick.”

You shake your head at the relentless boy. “As long as you’re aware of the consequences,” you lilt in a rasp.

“I’d kiss you now even if it meant I died tomorrow, Peach.”

“That’s really morbid—” you try to joke, but his mouth is already on yours.

He’s got one foot on the ground and a knee digging into the couch. One hand props himself on the cushion at your side while the with clutches the back one. Eddie leans over your bent knees and presses a sweet peck upon your chapped lips.

“Mm,” he hums against you. His pinks lips curl into a grin when he pulls away. His chocolate eyes sparkle at you. “Tastes like mac and cheese and winter time.”

“Wintertime?” you giggle.

“Yeah,” he shrugs.

He doesn’t tell you that he means it more in the flu season way rather than the sparkling snow one. It’s more poetic that way, he figures.

“I’ll get you more water,” he grunts as he rises from the couch, empty bowl and glass in hand.

“Hey, Eds?” you call before he can get too far.

He stops in the door way. “Yeah?”

Your tired head tilts to your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I know,” Eddie grins.

You squint at him before he ducks back into the kitchen.

“I know you did not just Han Solo me—”

[niko-jpeg]

First of MANY Camp Green Hill Doodles. Camp Green Hill is my silly summer camp AU, and since I've been on a 06 kick lately, lots of silliness with that case running through my brian. Context and explanations under the cut <3

Alright! Camp Green Hill takes place at its namesake. It’s a pretty nice, isolated place in the middle of nowhere, and a safe haven for Mobians with or without ‘supernatural abilities’. Sonic is a permanent resident and under the care of Ranger (“Uncle”) Chuck, who is currently in charge of the camp. Onto the doodle explanations:

“Sonic the Hedgehog”: Just a little doodle of our resident hedgehog. He’s well known both around camp and around town for being bright, full of energy, and very competitive. He possesses a super speed ability and loves to let it show.

Sonic and Tails: Sonic and his little brother, Tails were found in the woods around the camp around 10 years ago. Their origins are pretty much unknown, and neither of them say anything about their old homes. It came to light that Sonic kidnapped Tails after keeping an eye on the toddler and noticing he was severely neglected by his community. Sonic’s origins remain unknown. Uncle Chuck speculates he also came from a neglectful family, which is why he took Tails and ran. 

Drowning: Sonic cannot swim. Despite this, he hangs around water frequently, especially when pissed off or upset. This has resulted in many near drownings. 

Uncle Chuck: Artists rendition of how Uncle Chuck became an uncle. Sonic just kind of wandered into the camp, decided he liked it and its weird owner (Chuck), and declared him their uncle.

Sonic Enjoys Rock Climbing: It's one of his favorite camp sports! He’s gotten pretty damn good, but for the sake of setting a good example, will make use of the safety equipment.

A Completely Normal Cat: A completely normal cat with a completely normal vibe who cannot talk, I promise. Just kidding, that's resident half god Mephiles! They prefer to take on the form of a cat most of the time, mostly to not throw other campers off. And yes, they are in fact, a camper. It's a long story. If you want to know more. My ask box is open ;) 

Friendship Bracelets: Silver is buddies with Mephiles, but neither of them have been properly socialized. He and Blaze have matching friendship bracelets, so he made Mephiles one too. They wear it as a collar, since cat wrists aren’t the best for jewelry. 

Lawn Chair: There's a little filler ‘episode’ where Silver, Sonic, Blaze, and Shadow all go to a waterpark outside of town, and Silver enlists the help of Meph to get them in, since they know a certain illusionist jackal who could help them out. They pretend to be Shadow’s older sibling to get them in, and hang out with Blaze far away from the splash zone. 

They/Them Icon: Just a doodle of Meph I did to fill space lol.

Blaze and Silver: They have a long, complicated friendship. She appeared to him when he was younger shortly after losing his whole family to a catastrophic apartment fire. She’s a secret friend from another dimension, and his only real friend. Little does he know, Blaze was the one who accidentally started the flame, and now feels bad for orphaning him. She grapples with the guilt a lot. Meph was messing around in the future during the off season and accidentally befriended the two, which was their ticket to the past at the camp.

Also, Silver visits Blaze’s dimension frequently! Once he’s comfortable around people, he’s full of spunk, and loves a good adventure. He’s not as innocent and shy as he paints himself to be, not even by a lot. He’s still nervous around Mephiles though, given the whole ‘god’ thing.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Part 3!! I had a good time writing this chapter as well, and it’s another doozy. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner ***slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please!! Adult themes including: very brief mention of past partner death, very brief mention of marriage problems, some crying, some insecurity, my sad attempt at flirting, very slight suggestive talk, dad Jake AU, uncle Danny

Word count: 5.5k

Mondays were hard for everybody, but this particular Monday seemed to be kicking Jake in the ass.

First he spilled coffee all over his pants so he had to change after already being a little behind on getting up and getting both himself and Luna ready. That made them end up at the back of the line for drop off at the elementary.

He was speeding over to the office after getting her to school. Normally it wouldn’t matter so much if he came in a little late, but someone had the bright idea of scheduling a meeting at nine am on a Monday and he still needed to go over a few things with his team before it started.

They had a big fundraiser coming up soon that he’d spent nearly six months preparing for. One of the local orchestras had offered to put on a concert and donate the ticket sales to the foundation. The event wasn’t going to be too big, but they had managed to secure a guest singer, a couple of soloist, and even a live band to agree to play afterwards while they had drinks and hors d'oeuvres.

Jake was excited about this particular fundraiser because the sales and any extra donations were going to go to giving students private music lessons, a program he’d been working on launching for quite a while now.

Though Jake had been working for the foundation for a few years already, this was the first project he’d put so much of himself into, feeling particularly strongly about the accessibility of musical education for children as a passionate musician with a child himself.

Even after his wife’s passing, Jake’s home was still filled with music to share with his daughter. His record collection specifically ranged anywhere from dusty old vinyls he had inherited from his parents house, to mint condition collectibles and limited editions he probably never would have found without his connections. His prized possessions however, were the first pressings of his and June’s album when it first came out.

The few copies they’d kept for themselves stayed tucked safely away on the corner of the highest shelf where they sat untouched since her passing, Jake still too tender to hear her voice again. Someday though he knew Luna would want to listen to them, and he only prayed he would have himself prepared enough by then.

By the time the meeting was over Jake decided to head back out for an early lunch. With the rush to get out the door this morning he hadn’t packed anything to eat so he decided to treat himself at his favorite restaurant- a spot he didn’t frequent too often since it was in what he considered to be a sketchier part of town.

Since it was just him he didn’t mind making the drive over, at least that was until his dashboard suddenly lit up with about three different warning lights. Of course he would be having car trouble today of all days.

With an annoyed huff Jake pulled over to the side of the road, leaving his car running because he was too scared that if he turned it off now he wouldn’t be able to get it back on. Being a little unfamiliar with his surroundings he pulled out his phone and googled where the nearest service shop was, finding one simply called Rudy’s Custom Auto just up the road he’d hoped would do the trick quickly and without charging too much.

His car managed to make it to the mechanic in one piece- though the sputtering of the engine misfiring was about to give him a heart attack.

The shop was nothing more than two bays behind old garage doors with a small office attached to the side. One of the bays was already occupied by an old body truck stripped of all its paint and covered in multiple patches of bondo. Jake pulled up to the next bay and waited a moment for someone to come out.

When nobody came he braved turning off his car, gripping the keys tightly in his palm as he slowly tread into the open garage. Once he stuck his head in he saw a pair of dirty work boots on the other side of the truck, but the dated stereo system that sat on top the workbench on the far wall kept the person at work from hearing Jake arrive. Jake cleared his throat and called out above the sound of Steely Dan playing loudly, “hello? Are you open?”

“You scared the shit out of me!” The person inside answered him, then their boots started to make their way around the front of the truck.

Jake stood awkwardly at the threshold of the doorway, waiting to see what kind of character worked at a place like this, but oddly enough he felt like he’d heard their voice from somewhere.

“What can I do for you?” They asked with their back towards Jake as they paused to turn down the stereo. Finally he turned around and a huge smile spread across his face when they both realized who it was. Danny was just as shocked to see Jake here as he was, but he also looked really excited.

“You work here?” Jake asked, thinking it was a stupid question as soon as it slipped out. Of course Danny worked here, he was standing inside the shop in a pair of navy dickies covered in oil and white dust with a just as dirty white t-shirt (this one without any modifications to it) tucked into his waistband and tightly stretched across his chest and arms.

“Off and on. Rudy’s a friend of mine he lets me do some body work when I need a job”.

“Oh,” Jake looked around the shop aimlessly, mostly just trying to keep from staring at the tattoo he now knew peaked out just underneath Danny’s sleeve. “There’s umm… something wrong with my car. Could you take a look at it?”

“Well, I’m not much of a mechanic but Rudy is out on lunch right now. For you though I could do some digging around and see if I can’t at least figure out what your problem is”.

Jake knew Danny was giving him special service as he lifted the hood and bent over into the engine. He never once thought having an admirer would come with many perks, but as he stood with his arms folded loosely across his chest as Danny checked hoses and looked for leaks the frustration towards the whole situation started to wear away. By some strange stroke of fate the car he so tediously took care of, nearly never missing an oil change, happened to break down in the same neighborhood he had no idea Danny worked in.

“Hey! Don’t break it any more!” Jake hollered, stepping up next to Danny to see what all the banging around he was doing was.

“I think I might know what it is” Danny popped his head back out, startling Jake as he suddenly came face to face with the other man. Another shock came when Danny grabbed his hand and shoved it down into the engine. “Feel that?”

Jake wanted to rip his hand away, all he could feel right now was the residual heat from the parts around his forearm, his fingers blindly searching for what Danny may be talking about, and the way his chest pressed against his shoulder as they both leaned over so Jake’s shorter arm could reach. Finally he felt the warm liquid and realized the smell he got a whiff of was gasoline.

“Must have a leak in your fuel injectors” Danny backed away, letting Jake pull his own hand out and offered him a rag from his back pocket to wipe it off with. “Gonna be a bitch to get replaced. Let me call Rudy see if he has any spare parts otherwise he can pick some up on his way back”.

Jake wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, not being too familiar with the inner workings of an engine himself, but he figured he should probably start making some calls of his own starting with work. After letting them know he probably wasn’t going to make it back from lunch Danny came walking out of the shop again.

“Good news, he can get the parts and he’s on his way back. Bad news, I could only sweet talk him down to a couple hundred bucks”.

“Right! Of course that’s fine, let me just-” Jake bent over back into his front seat, bracing himself on the cushion with one arm as he searched the console for his wallet. After a few seconds of not finding it he was struck with the realization that he’d had his wallet in his pants this morning. The ones he spilt coffee all over. “Fuck” he grumbled to himself, backing out of the car to see Danny looking away quickly. Was he staring?

“Well actually, I think I left my wallet at home. This Rudy guy doesn’t take ApplePay does he?”

Danny chuckled and shook his head, “no, this is not the kind of place for that. Don’t worry I’ve got you”.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that” Jake tried to quickly figure out how he could get the money before Rudy returned. Maybe he could call Josh to swing by his house and get his wallet, or bring some cash. Fuck how long was this going to take anyways? He might have to ask Josh to pick up Luna from school too.

While Jake’s mind was racing Danny turned around and walked back into the shop to get back to work on the sanding he was doing before Jake happened to show up.

“Let me see what my brother is up to right now, he might be able to bring me some cash. How much exactly is it?” Jake followed Danny inside this time, not paying much attention to where he was going as he pulled his phone out.

Abruptly he was stopped when Danny’s hands wrapped around his forearms and pulled him out of the way before Jake could walk into a tool box sitting in the middle of the floor. He looked around the inside of the shop now, seeing the entire place was quite a disheveled mess. Tools were everywhere between the ground and the workbench, and oil pans that looked like they’d been used one too many times were piled into the corner of the second bay. It was like navigating a minefield to get somewhere he could stand and wait.

“I said don’t worry about it” Danny replied once he had Jake situated in a safe place. “Besides there are plenty of ways you can pay me back”. Danny gave Jake a flirtatious wink from where he sat back on his rolling stool on the other side of the truck.

“Excuse me?” Jake scoffed, too astounded by Danny’s suggestive response to focus on making the phone call now.

“Yeah, like a date” Danny continued as he picked up his scrap of sandpaper and started to go over his most recent bondo covered spot.

“A date?” Jake blinked a few times, wondering if he’d heard him right since the radio was still playing quietly in the background. “You want me to take you on a date?”

“Well I was going to say let me take you on a date” Danny chuckled again, keeping his eyes focused on his work, “but if you want to take me out I’m not at all opposed to that either”.

“I- I mean- ” Jake was stumbling over his words, in utter disbelief and embarrassed by his lack of composure right now. He didn’t understand what had gotten into him.

“What? Are you not into guys or something?” Danny let his eyes flicker back over to Jake this time, catching a slight blush creep into his cheeks.

“No, that’s not it…” Jake replied sheepishly. It was true, from a young age he didn’t put much thought into sexuality or gender for that matter. He was always more attracted to the person and how deep of a connection he could make rather than just what was on the surface. Though he’d never actually dated someone of the same sex before, it was never out of the question for him.

“Then what is it?”

The sound of Danny’s sanding stopped as he waited patiently for a response. He had a suspicion he knew where Jake’s reservations were rooted from, having already heard a few details, but he hoped Jake would feel comfortable enough to tell him himself.

“Dates have been hard for me,” Jake began, fiddling with the rim of his phone case to distract himself from mentally screaming stop shut up if you tell him he will only pity you- “since my wife died a few years ago”.

“I know,” Danny replied without hesitation, making Jake realize- of course he knew, his sister was one of Jake’s closest friends, “and I’d respect your boundaries if you said it was still too soon”.

Jake leaned against the work bench behind him and let his head fall backwards, huffing a breath out through his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he thought for a moment. His eyes felt dry and prickly, but he absolutely could not tear up right now. No he’d told himself a long time ago that he was done with that.

Danny seemed to be one step ahead of him on this, already understanding what he was getting himself into when asking Jake for a date. “What if I said it wasn’t too soon?”

“Hmm?” Danny didn’t quite make out his question, either because it was being directed towards the ceiling instead of him, or maybe because Jake was actually only asking himself.

“It’s not too soon” he rephrased as he looked back over at Danny again, a little more resolve in his demeanor. “Are you free this Friday night?”

Danny’s face lit up in a smile, having thought there for a moment Jake was going to officially tell him to fuck off. “I can be”.

A cocky reply, Jake thought, smirking himself a little. “Alright then. Friday night, I’ve got an event to go to. You can come”.

“An event? For your job?” Danny questioned in return as he once again got back to work. “Doesn’t sound like much of a date to me”.

“Look, do you want to come or not?”

“No, no, I’ll be there,” he assured him quickly, “thanks for inviting me”.

It’s not really like I had much of a choice. The truth was he could have declined, could have told Danny to shove it and stormed out of the shop to wait in his car for Rudy to return. He didn’t though, and there was possibly even a part of him who was excited he’d invited Danny.

Originally he was supposed to be going with Josh, but then his brother had something come up that weekend that he couldn’t get out of. Josh’s partner booked them a little mini vacation not realizing the dates conflicted with Jake’s concert, and the hotel and airfare were nonrefundable.

Jake promised him he didn’t mind, ‘It’s just going to be a local group playing a few songs, nothing too special. You guys go have fun’. He was more anxious about it than he’d led onto Josh though. At least now he wouldn’t be going alone and he’d have something to distract him if he got too nervous- Danny being easily very distracting.

“What are you even doing? You’ve been sanding the same spot this entire time” Jake tentatively stepped a little closer until Danny waved him over.

“I may not know too much about engines, but I know a lot about the body” Danny replied with a smugish half smile that made Jake roll his eyes. “Come here, you have to get right up close to see what I’m talking about”.

Jake moved to stand next to Danny, leaning over slightly as he stared at the white blob on the fender of the truck. Danny stood up and got behind him, barely grabbing at his waist as he positioned Jake to get the right angle. Jake’s body stiffened and froze, unused to being freely touched so often without any warning.

“You see how smooth it looks?” Danny muttered behind his ear making the hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stand up. “Run your hand across it now”. Jake did as he was told and placed his palm on the cold metal, feeling a small ripple as he swiped it slowly over the surface.

“You see sometimes things look perfect from the outside, but when you get your hands on it you find tiny little flaws. I’m a perfectionist, I’ve got to get every little dent and scratch out. Sometimes that takes days of just filling and sanding it back down until I run my hand across and it’s smooth as can be”.

“Doesn’t it get annoying?” Jake asked, thinking about how long and tedious that process must be.

“I’m very patient” Danny shrugged, letting go and sitting back on his stool.

Jake couldn’t help but let his mind wander in this moment as he watched Danny from just a foot away now. He wondered what Danny might think if he ever got an up close look at him. Sure maybe from the outside he looked put together, just like this fender solid and sturdy, but once he got his hands on him he’d be able to feel all his flaws- the cuts that dug deep into his very being and had scarred over.

Only about ten minutes later Rudy returned and Danny took a break from what he was doing to help get Jake’s car back in good working order. Thankfully they were done just in time for him to get to the school and pick up his daughter without having to call in reinforcements.

“Wait, could I get your number?” Danny stopped Jake before he could drive off, hoping but also confident that their fix worked. “So we can coordinate the date?”

Jake looked over Danny’s shoulder, seeing his boss tossing more tools around, not even bothering to clean up and not paying attention to what his employee was doing- clearly harassing customers. He gave him his number anyway, finding a text presumably from Danny when he got home. Just a simple wink face emoji.

Before he could save the number in his contact list though, Luna called for his help in the kitchen and he dropped his phone off on the bar. Completely forgetting about the little message left on read.

It wasn’t until Thursday night after he’d gotten off the phone with Josh that he received another text from the unknown number.

What should I be wearing tomorrow?

10:34PM

Jake waited a moment to reply, he’d just about concluded that maybe Danny had forgotten about the ‘date’ because he hadn’t heard from him since leaving Rudy’s shop Monday afternoon. When Danny didn’t show up to Wednesday’s soccer practice either Jake was a little discouraged, but he told himself to get over it. He walked Emma home and her mom looked like she’d had a rough day so Jake didn’t bother asking about her brother's whereabouts. Should he really care anyways?

Something nice but not too formal

10:48PM

No jeans and a crop top

10:49PM

Crop top?

11:00PM

Wait, that’s my favorite shirt

11:00PM

Good to know. Don’t wear it.

11:02PM

Ok I won’t, but you remember it?

11:02PM

Jake panicked for a second as he read the text. Why did he have to bring it up? Stupid mistake.

Danny continued to text while Jake stumbled for a reply, writing something out then thinking it sounded stupid and erasing it, knowing Danny was probably watching him type.

Did Luna see the video I sent her? Of the soccer ball slime? I thought she’d like that one

11:05PM

If Jake didn’t already feel awkward about bringing up the crop top, now he felt even sillier about having thought Danny had sent that video to him. Of course it was meant for Luna.

He debated not responding, just closing the messages app on his phone and going to sleep, but he knew that would be rude- a little white lie might be better.

Yes, she liked it

11:08PM

I’m glad, sorry I wasn’t at practice this week

11:09PM

Danny didn’t offer a reason why he was absent, but at least he’d thought to apologize. Not that he had to, it’s not like Jake was hoping to see him there or anything. Again he didn’t know what to say; it was getting late Danny had to know he was probably in bed right? Before he could reply again another text came in.

I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m excited to see you tomorrow. Good night Jake

11:11PM

Good night

11:12PM

Friday was a frenzy, hustling around between the office, the venue where the orchestra and band were getting to practice with the soloists for the last time before the show, and then home to get Luna ready to stay at Emma’s house while he was out.

The air was heavy at the venue when Jake left, some issues with sound they were able to get a tech to fix, and some tiny adjustments to the breaks in the program had everyone tense and on edge. Jake knew it was just pre show nerves though and he had full faith that the night was going to go over well.

The confidence in his peers didn’t exactly extend to himself however, as he held his breath when he rang the doorbell, Luna standing at his side excitedly.

“Daddy you’re going to a party?” She asked, ever curious about what he was up to.

“I’m going to a work party” he explained to her again, having already told her she was going alone to play at Emma’s house tonight for just a couple of hours.

“Will there be presents and cake there?”

“No presents, but there might be some cake. Do you want me to save you some?”

“Me and Emma?” She asked, grabbing his hand and looking up at her Dad with a pleading smile.

“Of course, I’ll bring you both some” he returned the smile down at her until the front door opened and she bounced inside off to find her friend.

“Thank you for watching her tonight” Jake told Emma’s mom as he waited around for Danny to show. He’d text him when he was on the way, offering a ride since he was coming over anyways.

“Of course any time” she kept the door open, also aware who Jake was waiting on. The silence was a bit uncomfortable, how much did she know about them anyways? The two seemed to be close, but he worried if she thought it was a little strange her friend and her brother were going out together.

“I know someone who gives piano lessons will be there tonight. I can ask them if they have any space for Emma” Jake offered, just to fill the time.

“Oh, that would be nice. We’ve got a lot going on right now though so we might wait until next year”.

“No worries, I can just get her contact information. Has Michael been having to stay late again?” He didn’t want to pry too much, but after a couple of years of knowing them he could tell there seemed to be some new unresolved tension coming from the household.

She sighed and shook her head, obviously frustrated but biting her tongue. He realized there might be a little more to her irritation than just her husband working late, but before she could break and spill her worries Danny finally emerged from the hallway.

“Sorry for making you wait, I was ironing my shirt”.

Jake’s eyebrows shot up when he saw Danny in the doorway, the light from inside the house casting his long shadow across the porch Jake stood on. He was wearing a dark colored button up with a diamond pattern, the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up his arms with subtle gold chains across his wrists and neck. “Is this okay?” He did a little spin, holding his arms out so Jake could get a good look at his outfit.

“Yeah it’s great. You look great” Jake cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his own shirt, glancing over to see Danny’s sister watching them with amusement in her eyes.

“Well you two have fun. Jake don’t worry about hurrying home we’ve got the kids”.

Jake nodded and Danny gave his sister a quick side hug before joining Jake on the porch. She shut the door behind him and Danny gave Jake a big eager smile.

“You look great too. I like this” he ran his thumb across the lapel of Jake’s suede coat he’d chosen for the night, already knowing it got cold at the venue they were going to. “I like these too” Danny’s fingers moved next to one of the necklaces that sat against Jake’s chest, picking up the circular charm and examining it.

“Thanks, they were a gift” Jake replied, trying to remain as still as possible and keep his breathing steady.

“Well, shall we?” Danny gently laid the pendant back down and retreated, clasping his hands behind his back like he was reminding himself to behave.

The ride over was nice. They talked about music finding out they had similar taste, Jake leaning more towards blues and Danny towards folk but both sharing a passion for the classics of old rock n roll.

When they arrived at the event Jake had plenty of people to greet and thank for being there. He worried Danny might feel out of place or get bored, but every time he glanced over to him Danny was lit up with a smile and conversing with those around him. Soon it was time to take their seats; Jake showed Danny where they would be at the back of the room, and waited by the stage for his quick speech before the concert started.

Jake held the mic tightly in his hands, not having felt that weight in his grip in years. He’d always had a bit of stage fright, but getting up in front of a crowd with June had never been less than amazing and he tuned into the memory of that feeling when he stepped in front of the audience tonight.

“First of all I’d just like to thank everyone for taking the time out of their weekend to be here with us. For those of you I don’t know, my name is Jacob Kiszka and I work for the foundation who put on this event. All of our ticket sales from tonight are going towards our new program that offers students free private music lessons. I really hope you enjoy the performance. Over the past six months I’ve been overseeing this project, I've gotten the opportunity to know some of these brilliant musical minds and promise they have some treats in store for you. Again, thank you so much for coming and after the show please feel free to check out the live band and refreshments we will have in the conference room next door”.

The crowd clapped for him as he exited the small stage and scurried off to rejoin Danny at their seats. They had the last row reserved to themselves, and with the venue not being close to full there wasn’t even anyone sitting anywhere near them.

As soon as he plopped down next to Danny the lights dimmed, getting darker where they were compared to the stage lights that focused their intensity on the musicians down below and the first song on the program began.

Jake’s focus stayed on the stage, but he felt Danny shift closer to him and whisper into his ear. “You did a good job”.

Just as easily as he’d leaned over, Danny sat back in his seat and enjoyed the performance, letting Jake do the same. Despite any hiccups they’d had earlier, the soloists were flawless, the transitions between pieces seamless, and the audience was loving every minute of it, clapping enthusiastically after each final note.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Jake asked Danny when his favorite performer finished by far the hardest song of the night, The Habanera from Carmen. It was her idea to include it in the program, and although Jake worried it might be too difficult for an intermediate orchestra, he was blown away by their hard work and dedication to the art.

“I actually can't believe I just heard that in real life” Danny’s mouth was agape, his eyes glittering with sheer delight.

Jake’s smile faded as he observed Danny watching the performance now, but it wasn’t because he was upset or anything. Quite the opposite, he was suddenly being filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and reassurance. He expected Danny might like it otherwise he wouldn’t have invited him. Even if he didn’t that would have been ok, but Danny seemed to be genuinely appreciative of his time here and that made Jake even happier he’d come.

Feeling like he was being watched, Danny looked over and made eye contact with Jake who was sitting on the edge of his seat. A shiver broke through undeather his coat when Danny’s eyes took him in next, looking him up and down through hooded lids and finally settling on his hands in his lap.

Internally Jake was screaming at himself to move, say something, do anything, but on the outside he was as calm as ever when Danny reached over and grabbed one of his hands, intertwining their fingers together and giving it a squeeze. Jake let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell to his lap, hoping Danny could not feel his heart pounding in his wrist.

“Jake…” Danny muttered his name in the dark, swiping his thumb over the back of Jake’s hand making him look back up again, only he didn’t look him in the eye this time. Jake found himself staring at Danny’s lips, hoping he’d be the braver of the two again.

Before either of them could make the next move though their moment was cut short when Jake heard someone else start speaking over the microphone.

“This last piece was not included on the programs, it is a special thanks to our Director Jake for all the hard work he’s put in. We hope you’ve all had a great night and be safe”.

Jake snapped his head back towards the stage, shocked and completely unaware of this secret addition to the performance. He gripped Danny’s hand tighter when the song began to play and he instantly recognized it as a rendition of one of his own.

The singer started in after the acoustic guitar opening, and Jake was taken aback when he heard his late wife's lyrics bleeding through the speakers for the first time in over three years.

He could feel the sting but he didn’t even register the tears rolling down his cheeks until Danny sat forward as well. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just-” he felt his voice crack, his face and chest burning hot as he shook his hand free from Danny’s and excused himself.

Jake went out into the hallway to collect himself, furiously wiping at his cheeks until they were rubbed red and drying his palms on his pants. Thankfully he was alone, until he heard the sound of the door behind him allowing someone else out.

“I’m sorry, that just caught me off guard” Jake’s knee jerk reaction was to apologize, suck it up, and walk back in with his head held high. All of that flew out the window though when Danny silently came from behind him and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling his back against his chest and resting his chin on the top of Jake’s head.

More tears began to pool along his lash line when Jake reciprocated the touch by wrapping his hands around Danny’s forearms and pulling them tighter around his shaking frame.

“Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to feel every emotion coming to you right now” Danny muttered behind him.

Jake shook his head and nuzzled his face into the forearms folded across his chest, waiting for the moment to pass before he popped his head back up and inhaled sharply.

“Ok, I’m going to go to the restroom. People will be coming out soon. Will you wait for me in the conference room?”

“Yeah, I can do that”. Danny released his hold and took a few steps back to give Jake some space now. Though as he watched Jake cover his mouth with the back of his hand and walk away, he wished he’d let him follow.

Tags: @lyndz2names @gracev0609 @lipstickitty @sanguinebats @kultavalo

A/N: So there really is a program called Austin Soundwaves that does offer free private music lessons for children in that area. I was able to go to one of their concerts and the performer really did start belting Carmen, it was awesome. Support your local musicians 👏

[linnoya-writes]

Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part I)

Their first kiss comes at the absolute worst time, with Katara and Zuko exchanging fruit under his late mother’s favorite tree in the palace gardens.  It comes with a disagreement between Fire Lord Iroh and Chieftain Hakoda of the WaterTribes.

A Southern tribesman and two of the palace guards are the ones who walk in on the teenagers’ awkward little kiss. 

The Southern tribesman coughs for attention; Zuko flinches and Katara jerks her head away.  Her cheeks are so flushed, Katara barely recognizes her father’s guard. Whatever he’s there for, it’s not good. 

“Lady Katara, I’ve been ordered to escort you back to the ship. We leave port tonight.”

Immediately, her world caves in. “W—What?”

“What’s going on?” Zuko can’t help but interject in that voice that is both regal and concerned.  As they stand up, Katara feels her frame staying close to his.

“I’m afraid I cannot disclose anything else, your highness,” the kinsman bows his head to Zuko respectfully, and the palace guards approach almost instinctively. “My orders are only to take our princess home.” 

The way he’s suddenly referring to her so possessively, and distantly, it makes her brows furrow.

“Kievel—“ it takes her a century to remember this man’s name, “There has to be some mistake.  Sokka and I still have a few more weeks here!”

“Let me talk to my uncle," Zuko rasps to her, "they should still be at the council meeting.” 

“Your highness, council has already adjourned," Kievel chimes in. "His lordship expects you and her highness Azula to meet him at the royal hall before any more news goes public.” 

Katara can see Zuko’s eyes widening into a confused, unexpected gold. This is bad, she thought, and yet her fingers instinctively searching for Zuko’s knuckles.

Staring at the guards, Katara and Zuko find their fingers entwining in the obscure folds of their robes. She can feel Zuko’s hand still holding some kind of fruit, the little shivers in his finger debating whether to let it drop to the ground, if it meant he could hold her hand just for that little moment. 

“Princess…” Kievel brought them back to the present. “…it’s time to go.”

They glance at each other, looking like they’d lived a glacial sixteen and fourteen years for a moment like this to happen… and yet here it was… so easily being taken away.  It wasn’t fair. 

The glistening of his eyes said exactly that, but the flaming gold said something else: I don't regret it. 

And Katara met him with her glimmering blue eyes.

Me neither.

As she stepped forward and their secret hands parted, Zuko instinctively let her grab hold of the fruit he’d kept curled in his hand. The last thing Katara saw was his serious face, sandwiched between his two guards.  He seemed so stern, regal and untouchable, but his eyes spoke of hope. 

Katara could only imagine that she would see him again, that whatever this premature separation was about would someday eventually fade.  She waited until making it to the dock to finally pull out the fruit from her robes.  It was a plum-- ripe and ready for eating-- the size of tiny goose-otter egg.

She smiled, keeping it in her robe pockets as a parting gift to take for her long journey back home… feeling like a part of her had still remained under the shade of that tree with her best friend.  It wasn’t until she saw Sokka at the dock that she learned the gravity of this separation; their countries were in a feud regarding the discovery of a remote island off the Fire Nation's archipelago, the Water Tribe proclaiming it an ancient burial site of their ancestors and arguing how this island should be deemed theirs. This feud has halted their their trade agreement, and they are willing to readdress it after a ten-year separation.

“TEN YEARS!?”

She as princess of the WaterTribe was forbidden to touch ground in the Fire Nation for ten years, and the idea of not seeing Zuko for that length of time…

“No— that can’t happen.” 

“Katara, it’s done.  It’s the law.” 

“Well, the law stinks!” 

Before she can even think of making her way back to the palace gate, the Watertribe guards hold her back with a Water-bending wall.  And in the distance, she could see a faint figure trying to wrestle his way past his own guards at the beacon point.

The way he'd been so athletic and agile as The Blue Spirit back when they were kids, Katara didn't have to guess who it was. 

His voice bellowed. “I said,' Let me through!'  You can’t do this— I- I HAVE to talk to her!” 

“Zuko!?”

She didn’t care if she referred to him so informally, or that her voice echoed through the entire capital, or that Sokka was grabbing her wrist and edging her back towards their ship. 

She could see his face softening as he saw her.

“Katara— I— I’m so sorry.” 

“No— it’s not your fault. This isn’t over, okay? I love you.” 

There was an abysmal wave gasps at the dock, and Katara didn’t care- she was only speaking to one person, anyway. Zuko was also taken aback, amazed as much as the others surrounding them by the sheer boldness his best friend had chosen to demonstrate.

His heart pounded in his chest, feeling that same boldness take root inside of him more and more.

Zuko breathed, and spoke out, “I love you too.”

And with those words, Katara could almost feel his warmth next to her, hands grazing… lips touching…

No, it wasn’t over. 

“I’ll see you,” he shouted, his hands gripping the rails of the beacon. 

“See you," came her reply. 

It’s what they’d always said to each other as young playmates in the palace, always on the day that Katara would have to to leave Zuko's side at the end of summer… but it felt different this time, because the tides had turned so monumentally. 

They could feel themselves becoming something else. 

When she finally boarded the ship, Katara could hear Sokka muttering that she was an idiot to say something like that out loud. 

Katara wasn’t listening. Instead, she was looking down at her hand, at her little plum. And as the ship set sail, she started to take little bites of the fruit... savoring the sweetness of it… thinking about the seed, and wondering if it was possible to raise a plum tree in the arctic tundras of the south. 

[jackiequick]

Joshua Nolan - As sweet as honey but forgetful as a wish 🍯

= Note: He is also considered an Disney/OUAT OC

-> Christoper Robin — Joshua C. Nolan

-> How lucky I am to have something, that makes saying goodbye so hard

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Full name: Joshua Christopher Nolan-Morozov

Character titles: Christopher Robin, Daring Charming, The Knight, Lost Boy

Nicknames: Josh, Col, Colten, Robin, Charming Jr, Monkey, Silly Ol’ Bear, Sweet Boy

Age: 16-22

Height: 5’9

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Job: Peacekeeper, Knight, Prince

~~~

Parents: Snow White & Prince Charming — Amelia Parker & Nikolai Morozov

Uncles: Alexander Morozov (The Dark Prince), Cole Lensherr (Rumple), Captain Hook (Jeremy)

Aunts: Cinderella (Rochelle Romanoff) , Michelle Danvers (Charming) , Mal (Liane Felton)

Best Friends: Belladonna St. James — Golden Believer, Author, Black Swan

Sexuality: Into guy, girl or both?

~~

Face claims: Jacob Tremblay (young), Alexander Calvert (older)

~~~

— Personality 🧩

He teenager with a heart of gold, yet his journey through life has been marked by shadows of loneliness and uncertainty. Despite his innate kindness and compassion, Joshua often finds himself navigating the world with a sense of hesitancy and clumsiness.

He tends to be shy in unfamiliar situations, his steps cautious and his words often tinged with a hint of passive-aggressiveness as a shield against his own insecurities. Joshua's tendency to act before he thinks often leads to moments of forgetfulness and clumsiness, with questions arising either too late or too early in conversations.

Despite these challenges, Joshua possesses an unwavering determination to put his best foot forward, even if it means following someone else's lead. However, this inclination to defer to others sometimes lands him in trouble, as he struggles to assert himself in moments of uncertainty. Nevertheless, Joshua perseveres, his resolve unshaken as he strives to overcome obstacles and find his place in a world that often feels overwhelming and unfamiliar.

In addition, he is an invitation of light with a mere sense of darkness within due to be alone for so long and fear of being shut down for being an orphan. But he has an ability you can say, he can see people’s heart sometime’s before their action.

~~~

Skills:

Swordsmanship

Marksmanship (with guns)

Archery (Bow & Arrow)

Negotiation

Quick Thinking

Light Magic?

Favorite Things:

Music

Reading & Writing (he has a knack for taking down notes and references to his latest research)

Movies (comedic and acclaimed action movies)

His silly old bear

His blanket with a monkey imprint

Blueberry pie

Honey with a dash of salt (or any other favorite snacks)

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—Playlist 🎶

—Yellow - Coldplay, ‘For you, I’d bleed myself dry’

—Somewhere Only We Know - Keane, ‘And if you have a minute, why don’t we go talk about it somewhere only we know’

—Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA, ‘What happened to the wonderful adventures, the places I had planned for us to go?’

—It’s Time - Imagine Dragons, ‘Now, don’t you understand that I’m never changing who I am?’

—You Are My Sunshine - Johnny Cash, ‘You'll never know, dear. How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.’

—Dear Theodosia - HAMILTON, ‘Pride is not the word I'm looking for. There is so much more inside me now.’

—Lost Boy - Ruth B, ‘There was a time when I was alone. Nowhere to go and no place to call home’

—Fight Song - Rachel Platten, ‘Take back my life song. Prove I'm alright song.’

—Stand By You - Rachel Platten, 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you. Even if we're breaking down. We can find a way to break through’

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—Background ����️

Growing up in the real world, he just a newborn when he came. The only thing he has of his bio parents are a blanket with his name 'Joshua C.' that had a tiny little monkey imprinted next to his name. He kept it over the years and never let it go hoping to find his parents one day and understand what happened. Growing up, he was put in the system being raised by families here and there, he found people who cared for him and others who didn't.

He was close to be adopted once by it didn't go how he might've wanted due to a few legal mix-ups that happened. He was fine with it. He stayed with a couple of good friends who's parents were more than happy to have him live with them.

There he would read comic books like marvel & dc, watch a a lot of movies like Peter Pan, Tangled, Real Steel, The Dark Knight, Avengers, Star Wars. He would grow up mixing himself with ways to escape reality by watching shows, hanging out with friends and always trying to be a good person by the end of the day. Despite it being hard, he sometimes stole from stores to survive which caused him to be treated badly for his crimes.

He wasn't the best at Math or Science to a certain extent, but he was rather good with English and History for some reason. He did trouble reading for a while, a teacher told him it’s problem with ADHD that he would have to work on later in life.

He liked art too, always doodling in his notebook. Over the years he did trying searching for his parents and wondered about his name but never got a clear answer. His last name was given by the first ever family that took him called 'Nolan' and it kinda stick with him. He liked it but he always went with the flow of it all, feeling a little numb by the world around him watching everyone pass by as he stayed in the same spot wondering what’s wrong with him.

Did he screw up somehow?

—Despite the goodness he has gotten, being lucky with things. He did have his harsh moments like shaped him into keeping a guard up every once in a while. Poor kid has had his ass handed to him more than once.

Some families that took him one just wanted the money, he tend to get bullied at school for not knowing he was, he was shy so he didn't always stick up for himself so he ended up a little bruised growing up, but he had a mouth on him for sure. He was a kid, so he may act like a baby when he's hurt or something.

Joshua may be shy, kind, a little bitter like a lemon and like to maintain a positive outlook on life but he is strong willing, doesn't like to listen at times and destroy orders if allowed to survive, he will talk back in his own way and have his mind tinkering with other ideas. He has a small drive within him to go with the flow but keep his head up and make sure to things turn out alright.

He was a trooper!

———

—Little flashbacks 🌌

In the enchanted forest, when the land found out about Amelia’s pregnancy, people were overjoyed and curious. Gifts were brought by friends, polls were made on names, some of their friends went overboard with designs on the nursery and so much more.

The parents were most excited of all. With the plenty of things that happened in their world, they thought children were out of the question but fate stepped in to say otherwise. Plenty of names were made in the polls, adding middle names for good measure.

When it came to gifts, a certain women in purple couldn’t help the urge but to go shopping in the very markets for stuffed animals and clothes of all kind.

Prince Nikolai Charming walks into the nursery one afternoon as his jaw dropped finding stuffed animals of different kinds all wrapped with a bow. A bear, a tiger, a small pig, a rabbit, and plenty of others. For a moment he thought his wife went overboard when a sweet cloud of purple smoke came popping in beside him as the women inside it grinned.

“You love it?” She said picking up one of the stuffed creatures playing with it’s jaw and said, “This one is Eeyore! Isn’t he cute?”

“You spoiling my child, they haven’t even arrived yet.” He replied with a chuckle reaching for a silly ol’ yellow bear, “Aww.”

“But aren’t they darling?”

“They are. Very are more than welcome to stay in this castle.”

“Wonderful! I also have a stuffed owl being brought up soon.”

The lady of the home walked in to see her husband and friend playing with the toys as if they are were children. She smiled asking, “Did you buy the whole market?”

“Hey! When you marry a prince, you understand the life of shopping for glory items.” Said Mal with a grin, “You love it?”

“I do. Cole will have a say about this, thinking you’re doing this to have your name on the poll.”

“Oh please, we would never..I like Liana as a name.”

“I knew it.” Responded her husband with a cheeky grin, looking over at the blanket laying over the crib the the stuffed bear in hand having an idea for later. He smirked to himself.

Charming moved behind his wife, using the paws of the bear to play the drums softly of her belly hoping it would get a kick out of their son or daughter. And to their surprise, a small kick came in return that startled his wife but got a laugh out of him. Liane laughed too.

Charming laughed, “Our kid seems to like the bear. Hmm, how about Winnie..?”

“..Pooh bear..” She added running her fingers across the stuff toy.

That same night as the two parents were crawling into bed, Charming hasn’t let go of that bear since, using it to tap over his wife’s belly as she laughed telling him to stop.

But he didn’t listen as he said, “Shh we are having father and baby playtime.”

“You’re a menace to society.” She repiled in between giggles.

“I know. I was thinking, for names..Joshua?”

“Joshua? I like it—no, I love it. Our little Josh and for a girl..Nadia?”

“Oooh Nadia..how about Robin? Nadia Robin”

“Pretty works for both!”

The two of them thought name list for a moment as their child kicked their mother again. Charming laugh finding it silly how his baby thinks it funny to frighten their mother as she glared at him not finding it so funny.

She spoke up this time holding up the list as she said, “Joshua..Christopher or Colton, as a middle name?”

He thought about it and snort pretending for a moment a scenario, “Joshua Christopher go to your room, young man..yeah I like it.”

“And Colton?”

“Hmm..Colton Robin, come downstairs for dinner we’re serving chicken!”

“Oooh Robin this time?”

As the parents talked issuing out names and combinations, their son or daughter kicked every once in a while. He was like their little monkey inside their mother’s belly.

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It was a late night, Amara Snow sat in the rocking chair of the nursery sewing together fabric to craft the blanket for their newly announced son.

She hummed a little tune instead of sleeping being careful with the needle saying, “You are gonna love it out here, bubba. You can jump around, learn how to read and write, have picnics outside theses walls, go to balls where you can dance past your bedtime..oh and you can hear your father sing.”

As if on cue, the man of the house walked in carrying designs he had for the blanket hearing the last part of her words.

He joked, “I don’t sing, my son.”

“Yes you do.” She replied noticing the papers in his hand, “What’s that?”

“Drawings I made for the blanket to put right next to his name.”

“Oh let me see.”

He reaches down to sit beside her, holding out the drawings to be made into patches for the blanket. One of a monkey, the other of a bear, a bird, a leaf, a crescent moon and a lovely sun.

The two of them choose the monkey to fit their little man best, deciding to place the right next to Joshua’s name in a sweet stylish handwriting. Cole wanted a settle for a stylish font for the name which was a darling choice.

“Our little monkey.” Nikolai joked resting a hand on her belly as a little punch was given in return causing him to gasp, “I thought you were asleep. Go to sleep!”

It was as if their son refuse to listen and kicked his father’s hand again. It was Snow’s turn to laugh at his reaction hearing that their son would be ground til he’s 2, if he doesn’t go to sleep. Her husband sent her a playful glare asking if she found it funny as she nodded.

“Then again, we aren’t much sleepers either hon.” Amelia added mid laugh.

“Not helping.” He respond trying to hide his smirk but failed.

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They had their good times and they’re bad with little Joshua despite not being born yet. Times Amelia would feel tired, other moments across during her pregnancy having gotten into some delicate cravings and or not fitting into her old dresses.

It kinda actually kinda cute sometimes, with their friends laughing. Cole would walk into her craving salted caramel cookies in the kitchen stealing one out of her hand taking a large bite as she pouts and glares at him. Charming would admit his one of his favorite moments were the fact that she had theses cravings, which meant he can buy as many treats as he liked. She would sometimes find his stuffing his face with leftovers in the middle of the night instead of resting and he would just give her a witty comeback in return.

Rochelle sometimes find her trying to sew a dress that would actually fit as she giggled wondering, if she’s alright and needed any help as the brunette would only nod.

“Your son is killing me.”

“Don’t talk about my child that way.”

“Joshua is trying to use my body as a punching bag resulting in my sore back and the other times, I’m carving something like pie or pasta.”

“Atta’ boy, he’s going to grow up and have an amazing taste in food like his father.”

Nik would hold back a laugh at his wife’s glare knowing she means well, just tired. Other days she was rather relaxed and chilling like nothing happened, enjoying her time. Other time he would get a glare from her that was rather hilarious to him.

“Are you serious?” She added with a half smile.

He cup her face and smile, “I’m kidding, love. I know you tired but think of this as his way of entertaining you while I’m gone.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry..I’m being a whiny wife to you.”

“It’s not your fault, love. You have every right to be this way.”

“But, I sound like a little bitch..I love our son, I’m just tired..”

“It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“So do you! You have been riding your horse, watching over our friends and practicing you’re fighting with Marlene for weeks now.”

“I’m fine.”

“Nicholas. You need to sleep, I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at how his wife was able to create life and worry about him all the same time despite her tiredness amazed him sometimes. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then one to her belly promising to draw himself a bath then get some rest later that night after dinner.

~~~~~

The day Joshua was born was an unexpected one. Within their friend group—found family—nothing is ever normal. Despite the circumstances of his birth and having only a few mere moments with him, a promise stayed true. Their son is a trooper no matter what and even if he felt alone in life, he never was due to his parents being there in spirt even if he didn’t know it.

Heck his dad was fighting knights with him in the hallways, holding a sword in one hand and his son perfectly safe in the other. He wiggled a bit didn’t cry, only whimpered softly at the sudden movements. Nik grinned to himself as his gaze fell to his boy.

It also helped that before closing the door to protect their son from danger, Nik reaches for his stuffed bear gently placing it right next to him, as he kissed his forehead. He smiled softly at his son sweet little face, remembering the framed photos of himself as a child at his old home when he just born.

His beautiful boy.

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— Christopher Robin Era 🧸

The years when Joshua grew into his teenage-hood, he became more angsty and spiteful than ever before. Yes he was kind, humble enough and honest to everyone he spoke to. But he never felt truly valued or part of his pack. Despite being told time and time again by his father and mother, he was loved. He couldn’t fully comprehend the fact that he was meant to be home, safe and secure with them.

Especially with having an uncle so villainous as Alexander, and his adventures to different parts of the universe.

He decided to have faith in the possibility that he would get there someday and become worthy of the title, a part of the family. Because behind the awkward charm, clumsy tendencies, witty humor and gentle sarcasm held a lost boy from Neverland who was searching for comfort. And he found that comfort in old stuffed bear, Winnie The Pooh, who was there with him since day one of coming into this world as he never let go of him. He will forever be grateful for his father, Nikolai, for placing Pooh in the wardrobe that day, as that bear stayed with since birth.

-> He named Pooh bear, Winnie The Pooh, after the first kind person who treated him fair when he was only five. His kindergarten teacher Winnifred Robinson, as she was known to be a sweetheart towards him and his small set of classmates.

She could see a lot in someone by just the slightest hint of affection in her eyes. It instantly made Joshua smile and want to see the world instead of staying silent, allowing himself to explore creative ideas such as drawing and writing.

Due to spending so much time in her classroom, he would ask him about her thoughts on life and she would respond by saying whatever was on her mind in the most profound positive voice. Her voice was like honey.

Pooh brought support, reassurance and encouragement for him. Sometimes he would cuddle up with Pooh, looking up at the ceiling and just staring down at his chocolate brown buttons as the bear listened to him. It was like Pooh understood him in more ways than one.

Growing up, Pooh became his friend, as the two were going everywhere together. Hell, Joshua would eat his honey salted caramel cookies and play pretend that Pooh’s favorite treat was honey. When he was younger, he lost his silly old bear a couple of time in foster homes, as kids would throw the bear around and try to keep him away in the backyard to be dug up later. Which resulted in him having to wash the stuffed bear later on carefully and then put him on his bed for safety reasons.

-> When he was 14, Pooh ended up with a small cut on his chest and despite all of Joshua’s efforts, his sewing skills weren’t the best. He knew Pooh deserved a chance to look good and dapper in the eyes of his peers. So he found some cherry red fabric from the store across the street and kindly asked a friend, his caregiver at the time, to help him sew a shirt for the stuffed animals.

A few days later, Pooh was given a gift for his efforts, being a little cherry red shirt that covered his chest but left his belly open in the cutest way possible.

Joshua would muttered with a smile, “..silly old bear.”

As Joshua grew older, he became a bit colder than he expected to be but underneath that toughness, he was just as kind and loving as he used to be.

It just takes time for someone to see it, to listen and appreciate him for who he is. However to make sure he didn’t have his feelings hurt, he kept his guard up and watch his surroundings as much as possible. Which resulted in creating personas and short term alias with people he came across.

Some of alias came and went, but others stayed.

It’s how he met his first crush, Ginny Sullivan and her friends. Joshua was unsure of the girl and her two friends, so he decided to make himself an uneasy target and lie about himself.

He remembered he was rushing out of a store after stealing a small toy train, when he bumped into Ginny as she asked, “Woah, watch where you’re going, dummy.”

“So-sorry.” He said picking up his phone that fell on the ground.

“It’s cool. You’re in a rush?”

“More or less..”

“Where you headed?”

“Home.”

He left her on the streets alone until she crossed paths with the blonde girl again at the same spot. The second time, she stopped him, wanting to invite him out for a quick slice of pizza. He was 14 years old, he has nowhere else to be, no harm done right?

Wrong.

After that afternoon with Ginny, he grew to have a small crush on her. He never admitted it because he wasn’t interested in any relationship or anything, but he did regardless. She realized mid conversation she never asked him about his name, as Joshua blinked and said his name was Tim Robins.

And she surprisingly brought it.

Little did he know, Ginny was just using him to get something from the store across the street from the pizzeria. She wanted a pretty little bracelet from the back of the store. Because two weeks later of seeing each other, after a small date at McDonald’s, Ginny wanted to go to the store to buy some extra lipstick and Joshua shrugged deciding it would be a quick trip. He knew he wanted to sneak into that park on the other side of town later on, and she agreed to his request. Ginny grabbed her lipstick, an extra pair of sunglasses, a keychain and that cute little bracelet.

They were out of the store within a few minutes flat, sometime later the two of them were sitting lazily on the swings at the park, chatting and laughing. The two shared a small connection, with his parents always being busy and not having time for them (again, another lie on Joshua’s part), how they wished they could stop time and get a moment to breathe. Ginny smiled holding up the bracelet with a small chain of a flower on it, talking about how everyone is a flower and they just needed time to bloom.

Joshua felt that piece to his core and leaned in to kiss her cheek, taking Ginny by surprise as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek back.

However the moment was cut short, as two police officers found them, taking both teens to jail to be held overnight. Ginny lied saying it wasn’t her fault, that her “boyfriend wanted to treat her nice” as Joshua scoffed telling the officer the truth about what happened. That he had no idea that she stole the bracelet…

Let’s just say the next morning, Ginny didn’t talk to Joshua again and left the guy alone to take the blame. Once he got back to his foster parents, Joshua got a stern talking to and slapped for his actions, grounding him for a long period of time. Thankfully they didn’t press charges on the boy per say.

He climbed into his bed that day, laying down holding up Pooh and said, “Winnie, never fall for some dumb girl..she will just play you.”

He sighed to himself muttered, “..what am I doing? I barely go to school, don’t even bother to have friends..hell, I talk to my old stuff bear, no offense intended Pooh, I’m pathetic..”

“What does pathetic mean?” Said a tiny voice, who open the door to his bedroom with mousy brown hair, green eyes and wearing a blue dress.

His foster sister Darby, only 7 years old, who entered the room, allowing herself to sit on the bed without his permission to do so. Joshua just sighed and rolled his eyes at her explaining what the word meant as she nodded. She asked if he was in trouble and he just nodded.

“How long?” She asked pushing her bangs out of her face.

“No idea..” He answered with a sigh.

“..wh-so what are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I’m screwed here..and I lied a lot about who I am..”

“Maybe you can find someone to tell you who you are?”

He scoffed, “Yeah right. The papers aren’t easy to find, Darb, I tried.”

“Well um…how about you make up a story?” She asked again digging her fingers into Pooh’s belly, “..like the drawings..”

“Like my drawings? Darb, I can’t just do that.”

“Yes you can! Like when you created those characters in your story like..um..Piglet, Tigger..and-and..”

“And Roo? The ones with Pooh I tell you about?”

She beamed and nodded, “Yes! Yes! Like the one where Pooh has a tea party with his friends and you invite me!”

He chuckled at that remebering that story, “I remember that. Pooh got his head stuck in a hole and his friends had to pull him out afterwards.”

“Yeah! You can do that!”

“..okay. Okay, I’ll bite, what would my name be?”

“I don’t know..”

Eventually he did figure it out. It took him a while, especially after his time with Darby’s parents were up, but he did. Joshua would spend time with his friends and the foster care workers, crafting little details of stories to tell one day in his book. He would sent the little drawings to the girl as she would write back in letter in appreciation for his stories.

He even wrote himself into the story as Carter Robins.

Of course, over the years after turning 15 and meeting his family, being his parents, aunts and uncles. Essentially spending some time Belladonna, finding his faith in people and understanding the truth to his history, he grew into changing the name.

He learned small details about his past experiences and hidden memories he had no idea about. Such as his full name, his skill set, his role in the world as peacekeeper among his friends and challenging his own thoughts on who he was meant to be.

It was nice yet difficult as his thoughts, opinions and feelings ate him away in confusion. He was always comparing himself to everyone else and wondered if he did belong there.

And he did. Because like anytime in Joshua’s life, it took time and patience to get to that point of acceptance in order to appreciate that account in his existence. As during an accidental encounter with Belladonna’s discoveries, two of them were sent back in time to the Enchanted Forest, before they were ever even considered ideas in their parent’s minds.

In order to get back and restore the small damage they done, the pair of friends had to go undercover as royals themselves. Thanks to Cole! Bella was not up for the challenge of disguising herself in some snarky little outfit in the beginning but as time passed she began to accept the plan.

Joshua took the lead during beginning of their trip, entering a Royal Ball (Princess Michelle’s party to where she would meet Rochelle for the first time) with Belladonna using fake names.

He announced them as Princess Leia Swan and used his middle name to refer to himself as Prince Christoper Robin.

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— The Eye Are Windows To The Soul 💫

Joshua's ability to perceive discern the intentions of others through his eyes is indeed a remarkable skill, one that sets him apart and adds depth to his character. His eyes serve as a mirror to the souls of those around him, reflecting their true nature and motivations with uncanny accuracy. Despite this extraordinary ability, Joshua remains humble and compassionate, using his gift for the greater good rather than personal gain.

His keen insight into human nature allows him to navigate complex social dynamics with ease, as he can see beyond surface appearances to uncover the underlying truths. Whether it's detecting deception or sensing genuine sincerity, Joshua's eyes serve as a guide in his interactions with others, offering him a unique perspective on the world.

One look into his eyes and you might as well served yourself a chance at being his friend or foe. It’s a pool of curiosity his eyes carry, that might even make the other wish they looked the opposite direction.

This skill not only enhances Joshua's ability to connect with people on a deeper level but also underscores his innate sense of empathy and understanding. By recognizing the complexities of human behavior, he is able to offer genuine compassion and support to those in need, making him a trusted confidant and ally to many.

In a world where words can often be misleading, Joshua's eyes stand as a beacon of honesty and authenticity, shining light on the darkness and illuminating the path towards truth and understanding.

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— Overall Tale 📖

Joshua never thought himself as wanted, valued or respected enough to be cared for. As his journey from childhood to adolescence is marked by a profound sense of longing and displacement, coupled with moments of resilience and self-discovery.

Despite growing up in various foster homes and experiencing the transient nature of relationships, he finds solace in the companionship of his cherished stuffed bear, Winnie the Pooh. Pooh becomes more than just a toy; he is a constant source of comfort and a silent confidant in Joshua's tumultuous world.

Throughout his teenage years, Joshua grapples with a sense of identity and belonging, often feeling like an outsider looking in. He struggles to reconcile his desire for connection with his fear of rejection, leading him to adopt personas and aliases as a form of self-preservation. Despite his attempts to shield himself from hurt, he remains inherently kind-hearted and compassionate, traits that define his character amidst the chaos of adolescence.

Joshua's journey is also marked by pivotal encounters and moments of self-reflection. His brief but meaningful connection with Ginny Sullivan offers a glimpse of vulnerability and yearning beneath his guarded exterior. However, it also serves as a reminder of the complexities of human relationships and the importance of trust and authenticity.

As he navigates the challenges of adolescence, Joshua discovers the power of storytelling and creativity as a means of self-expression and healing. His alter ego, Christopher Robin, becomes a conduit for his imagination and a way to explore his own identity in a safe and nurturing environment.

Yes it will take time, however he is willing to take a step forward and make himself known to the people around him that he’s here to stay.

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Ahh wow that was a lot! Sorry if it was long (i might add more stuff later you knows?)

Anyways please let me know what you think in the comments bellow, let’s chat!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT- *INHALES* WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *AHEM* CHAPTER 22?????????? OH MY ABSOLUTELY LIKE FRICKING OH MY FRICKING GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS OF ALL TIME COMING FROM ARC 1!!! OKAY FIRST OF ALL, THE MOMENTS AND CONVERSATION WITH DJ AND GOLD IS JUST HEARTWARMING TO SEE AND GOLD SHOWING AROUND THE HOUSE THEY MADE AND SEEMS SO PROUD OF IT, DJ YOU'RE GOOD WITH KIDS THE HECK, AND STOP NOT THE FACT THAT GOLD SAYS "I love you dad" MUST MEAN THEY PROBABLY DO RECOGNIZE THEIR FATHER'S APPEARANCE, OH MY GOSH THE WAY YOU WROTE HOW DJ'S BODY IS AND THE WAY THE PAIN HE MUST HAVE DEALT WITH WHILE MERGING WITH THE BLOCK, THE BLACK MARKS ON HIM LIKE- OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT DETAIL ON HIS APPEARANCE NOW!!! (POSSIBLY SIMILAR TO HOW CS!ALAN CAN BURN HIMSELF FROM USING HIS FIRE TOO MUCH AND GETS BLACK BUT MOSTLY BURNED MARKS AS WELL!!!) I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO NEXT WHITE EYES BUT THANK YOU FOR AT LEAST HELPING IN A PAINFUL WAY??? SO THEY DID WENT TO THE PC BUT WRECKED EVERYTHING WHILE CHOSEN WAS HIDING, GOOD CALL CHOSEN GOOD CALL- LOOK AT THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW TEAMING UP HERE HECK YEAH!!! THEIR FIRST REACTIONS WHEN SEEING DJ IS JUST- I WANNA TEAR UP BUT NOTHING IS COMING OUT I'M CRYING ON THE INSIDE- BUT DANG WHAT DID THEY DO TO GREEN OH SH*T- AND YESSSSSSSSSSSS PURPLE AND DJ REUNION LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AND YESSSSSSSSSSSS A SECOND FIGHT WITH DJ AND DARK BUT MUCH MORE SERIOUS AND A LOT MORE HAPPENING TOO, LIKE DESTROYING HALF OF THE FACILITY??? EXTREMELY SERIOUS IN MY EYES BECAUSE GOSH DANG BUT ABSOLUTELY OH DANG TO DARK ACTUALLY GETTING WEAKER DUE TO DJ, OH GOSH...... YES VICTIM AND DJ TALK WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRO- WHAT THE F*CK DJ YOU'RE THE KING OF AN ABSOLUTE GASLIGHTER BECAUSE THAT WAS.... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HUMILIATED NOW VICTIM??? HUH??? YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE B*TCH IN THIS AU I'M SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT BUT YOU REALLY ARE SIMILAR TO HALO WHICH MAKES BOTH OF YOU TWO B*TCHES, AND YESSSSSSSSSSSS MORE HUGS COMING FROM THE UNCLE AND NEPHEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! AND ANOTHER PURPLE AND DJ REUNION BUT MORE HEARTWARMING!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSS SECOND AND ABSOLUTELY THE BEST SLEEPOVER EVER FROM EVERYONE COMING TOGETHER, YESSSSSSSSSSSS OH MY GOSH!!!!! BUT STOP PURPLE STILL CLINGING ONTO THE FACT ABOUT DJ BEING DEAD IS JUST HEARTBREAKING TO READ BUT ALSO ANGSTY OH MY GOSH, AND YEP- THERE GOES EVERYONE'S REACTION TO HIM MERGING THE BLOCK, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE OR EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER A LOT AND ALREADY READY FOR ARC 2!!! KING WELCH HM? THAT SURE RINGS A BELL OF WHAT PROBABLY WILL BE COMING NEXT THEN, AND YEAH SEEMS LIKE VICTIM AND DJ WOULD SOMEHOW BEING COOL FRIENDS, SOMEHOW THOUGH, BUT YEAH THE DANCING WITH THE DEATH AND SO HAVE I, THAT'S INCREDIBLE TO THINK OF!!! AND YOUR WELCOME FOR READING THE FIRST ARC I AM ALREADY HAVING AN ABSOLUTE BLAST HERE!!!

(Also one more thing but AIAlanBecker fanart is coming soon..... :333)

I'm sorry for responding so late XDDD, i had a tournament earlier and had to bust my butt running around court and dying inside LMAOOOO

BUT! I am so glad you love this chapter!!! It was quite hard to fit everything in DDD: Hehe Gold and DJ mwehehehe, but as well it's so sad to think that Gold has been alone for so long as well :((. And Gold does know DJ and King are one! He also knew that DJ (initially) is possessing his father, as well knows who White Eyes is.

If it wasn't for Gold taking him to the house, DJ would have been stuck in a state of limbo, hence he would be dead. Thankfully Gold took him to White Eyes.

I'm glad you like DJ's new look! That would be quite....permanent XDDDD, but he looks cool nonetheless!! White Eyes certainly gave DJ the worse possible way to merge with the block, but it was the most efficient considering it's much closer to his core than just trying to place it on his skin (Imagine a DJ where he has a random minecraft block stuck on his skin LMAOOO)

Thank goodness Chosen hid XDDDD, AND HELL YEAH NEPHEW AND UNCLE TEAM UP!!

And everyone was so happy to see DJ alive, and i swear i was laughing the whole time when i was writing this (I keep remembering how CS Alan's relationship with the others are so.....yeah) then i look at KOM where the CG, Purple and even Chosen are like super (whisper: Overprotective) of him XDD and you can literally see how they all love him (CS Alan, nooooooooo)

DJ and Dark fight, ahh i love DJ using Dark as a way to actually wreck havoc LMAOOO. We all know he did that on purpose, because at the last part he eventually just stacked a weakness effect on Dark when he's finally satisfied by the chaos and destruction LMAO (Dark you got used XDD)

And DJ and Victim, at some point Victim got himself mind fucked by DJ LMAOOO. DJ has always been an awful good manipulator at things LMAO. He deserved it after what he had done to Purple and Green and the others too >:(((

The reunion sleepover is just an icing at the top! Them dog piling and sleeping together in one bed after dealing with something terrifying is much needed, and DJ knew that (he probably also needed that considering he was dead for quite some time before he was back again XDD, we'll see more of the after effects on ARC 2, spoiler alert hehe)

And everyone holding onto DJ so they are sure he's still here :DDDD

Oh yeah when he says how he merged the block, they are deffo angry and super worried cause....THATS PAINFUL AS HELL, so i imagine them fretting over him and DJ is like...."Well, it already happened, and i feel pretty great now" *shrugs* and they're all staring at him as if he grew another head.

ARC 2 here we go!!!! Get ready :DDDD

AND AI ALAN FANART?? EEEEEEEEEEEEE I'M EXCITEDDD - S

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peter pwease for the character ask game

ahh....the person brave enough to ask the peter guy about peter. step into my parlor.

one aspect about them i love

there's something peter says to flash thompson that basically describes one of my favorite things about spider-man: "you don't quit until ten minutes after you're dead!" like. my god. not "you don't quit until you drop dead" but, even after you're dead, you keep kicking and hitting and fighting tooth and nail. which is, of course, impossible. WHICH leads me to another line that encapsulates the same thing: thanos (long story) says to peter, "it's too late. you can't save anyone anymore. you're trying to do the impossible." for the record, peter is dead here. he's in a confrontation with thanos and Death after failing to save a little girl and, like, having a heart attack and dying. anyway, peter responds, "yeah? so what. so what?" peter has this unfathomable arrogance in the face of death and he has it on PURPOSE. he CHOOSES to look death in the face and say "so?" he's fucking crazy. he literally gets buried alive for two weeks and crawls out of the grave just because he wants to see his wife. what the hell is his problem

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

(concrete scraping) only one? ok. i wish people understood the Audacity he possesses more. i talk a lot about how i wish his anger issues weren't phased out of his character so often, but i think his sheer audacity goes hand-in-hand with that. this guy isn't socially anxious. in fact, it might be for the good of society at large if he was MORE socially anxious. half the reason peter is such a Figure in the vigilante game (from a watsonian perspective) is because since the jump he's been putting his foot down and telling people how things were going to go even if he had no right or position to do so. sometimes this makes him a jackass. sometimes this makes him one of the best of them

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

his teeth are pretty messed up because he couldn't afford to see the dentist as a kid and he doesn't feel like getting adult braces. he has Wife Merch that he wears in public and points to and goes Guess what? That's My Wife. Jealous? what else....... oh. NSAID painkillers (like ibuprofen) don't work on me so they don't work on him either.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

aunt may :) that's his mommy and he loves her

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

hmmm........ ben grimm. the ever-lovin' blue-eyed thing probably reminds peter a lot of his uncle (older jewish guy named ben with a penchant for mischief). i don't think peter sees ben as a paternal figure or anything, i just think he appreciates his company and ben's always the one telling peter he's part of the family. i want them to hang out more and clobber people

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

he's definitely been on Talk Daredevil Down From Mania-Induced Behavior more than once. i know this happens, like, canonically, but the visual of peter trying his best to calm matt down and then sighing loudly and just cocooning him in a web and dragging him kicking and screaming back to foggy is very funny to me.They're buddies

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48. Charm for Ruthie, from the random words prompts please?

so sorry for the delay darling! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it! 🥰 Can’t wait for y’all to dive into Ruthie’s story properly ❤️

From this prompt list. Feel free to send in requests anytime! 🤍

“Hey, Vika?”

Ruthie hums an acknowledgment from her place next to him on the couch, looking up briefly from her cup of chai— Benny had developed a taste for it in the months they’d been together, and had been overjoyed when Ruthie had surprised him with the spices to keep stocked in his pantry (it was never as good as when she made it, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it).

Benny’s eyes drift to the small, elaborate gold charm dangling from the chain around her neck.

“I just— that charm you’ve got. I never see you without it,” he says, “Is there a story there? I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Oh, this?”

Ruthie fingers the small bell shape resting at her collarbone, the tiny bells decorating it tinkling as it moves, and a soft, distant smile crosses her face.

“It’s called a jhumka. It was a gift from my mother.”

She sits up to tell the story properly, as does Benny, eagerly waiting for her to continue.

“It’s not really meant to be worn like this. It’s an earring,” she explains, biting back a smile at the confusion on Benny’s face.

Her voice and eyes go soft as she continues, fingers repeatedly running over the tiny, elaborate bell.

“My parents had to sell quite a few of their possessions alongside the saving they were doing to come to America. My mother was only able to salvage three jhumkas to bring with her when they made the trip. I don’t know why it was an odd number,” she shrugs, “But they’re my mother’s prized possessions. They’re a bit of home she was able to bring with her to an entirely new country.”

Benny slowly reaches over, intertwining their fingers, “I’m sure they’re very special, to both of you.”

“They are,” Ruthie gives him a soft smile before continuing her story, “When I turned thirteen, she asked my uncle— he runs a jewelry store in Harlem— to help fashion one into a necklace for me. I was so excited—” her smile turns sheepish, “— I had loved sneaking peeks at them when she wasn’t looking, no matter how many times she scolded me that they weren’t toys for me to play with. And on the morning of my thirteenth birthday, she gave this necklace to me.”

Her thumb runs reverently over the tiny bells, something relaxing in her shoulders at the familiar sound, her voice soft and distant, “She told me it was a piece of my homeland I can keep with me always.”

She blinks back to reality at the feeling of Benny’s thumb running gently over the back of her hand, a flush coming over her cheeks— she knows she has nothing to be embarrassed about, but she’s still not used to his genuine interest in her culture, especially after twenty years of attempting to assimilate.

“You know,” She asks, her tone lighthearted as she lifts the bell from her neck, giving it a playful ring, “My mother also said these can ward off evil spirits.”

“Can they now?” Benny grins, following the tone shift easily as his voice takes on a far-too-innocent lilt, “Y’know, there’ve been some funny things happening around this place lately,” he gestures broadly to his apartment, “And I was just thinking it might be evil spirits. I guess I’ll have no choice but to spend even more time with my favorite girl, if she has a way of getting rid of ‘em.”

“Oh, so Meatball hasn’t been any help with them?” Ruthie teases.

“You mean him?” Benny gestures to the husky sleeping soundly in a corner of the living room, “I love him, but he’s useless as a guard dog. Just thinks everyone and everything wants to play.”

Benny shakes his head, exaggeratedly forlorn as he pulls her closer, his arm wrapping easily around her shoulders, “Nope, I’m afraid I’ll just have to keep you around a little longer, Ms. Patel.”

Ruthie lets out a giggle that Benny swears sounds exactly like the tinkling of that little bell on her necklace.

“If you insist, Mr. DeMarco.”

[ratsoh-writes]

Can you give us some fun facts about your pets?

Ooooo

Ok jess, this hoe:

Jess is my baby, my darling, my sweet ugly girl. I do have cute pictures of her, but they are far and in between. This vacuum bag hairball is the most unphotogenic creature known to man. And she coughs like a 40 year old man. And she has allergies so she sneezes everywhere, and she has brilliant aim if she’s near your face

She’s black, and she loves the sun, so she likes to fry herself outside every morning. And she comes back in smelling like a mixture of ass and roadkill. And naturally this is when she wants my cuddles the most

For some reason the sound of squeaky toys gives her eargasms so hard that she screams and howls her little rat heart out at them. Rubber duckies are the bane of her existence

This rat was found behind a dumpster (literally), but middle class family life has softened that boney dog butt of hers. She can no longer tolerate the cold hard ground of fake wood floors. She knows how to sit, but will hover her butt over the ground when on hard floor. She actually sits on carpet though. And even though her food is in the tiled laundry room, she likes to grab a mouthful of kibble, walk all across the house, and bring it to the living room just to eat it on carpet. Oh and she tries to bury her treats in my room for some reason.

Now Mario: this slut:

As the only boy in the household, Mario is unapologetically my moms favorite. But to be fair, he’s a slut, but only for her. He’s a loyal boy. His favorite past times include barking at nothing, pissing on every square inch of the backyard, and biting at my moms ankles every time she walks down the hall

He must’ve failed doggy language classes or something, because when he wants attention, he doesn’t whine cutely like jess, or snort like Jake (my late beagle, love you boo), he growls. He hikes his little tiny crusty grandma dog teeth up and does his best growl. I rate it as horrifying as spam sizzling on a frying pan, so not much. (And no, these growls are purely affectionate, he’s never actually bitten anyone or been aggressive, he’s a coward lol)

When we have the freeloaders do their trick routine, he gets mad if we don’t let him go first, and if jess is doing her tricks too slow he’ll straight up body slam her away and do it for her. He’s got golden child syndrome and can’t handle not being in the spotlight

He’s super possessive of my mom, and anytime anyone touches her when she’s at her office chair, he growls and barks. Unless it’s my uncle. He’s terrified of that guy. My uncle only calls him George and so he answers to that as a second name too.

[justforbooks]

“It Will Be One of the Most Ghastly Short Stories Ever Written.”

When Dylan Thomas Tried to Get Spooky 🎃🎃🎃👻

Late in 1933, Dylan Thomas started writing a new short story. “The theme of the story I dreamed in a nightmare,” he wrote to a friend. “If successful, if the words fit to the thoughts, it will be one of the most ghastly short stories ever written.”

Thomas was possessed, in part, by rejection. The editor of The Adelphi, an English literary journal, had solicited some new poems—only to pass on them. “The poems have an unsubstantiality, a dream-like quality, which non-plussed me,” the editor wrote. Thomas, quite miffed, complained: “He accused me—not in quite so many words—of being in the grip of devils.”

Nineteen, and already prolific, Thomas was in the grip of something, and dashed away his drafts in a red notebook. The Zenith Exercise Book, a school journal, came with warnings for children on its back cover, including: “Don’t follow a rolling ball into the road or street while there is traffic about!” Thomas’s imagination thrived between the covers.

The story he was working on was titled “The Tree.” Although the story has faded among his oeuvre, it is a masterful work of horror: a window into a young writer’s entrancing vision.

On Christmas Day, 1933, Thomas was jocular as ever. “How many more Christmases will these old eyes be blessed to see approach and vanish,” he wondered. “Who knows: one far-off day I may gather my children (though a resolution denies it) around my spavined knee, tickle their chops, and tell them of the miracle of Christ and the devastating effect of too many nuts upon a young stomach.” His uncle had given him the collected letters of William Blake, and Thomas was mystified by the poet’s voice, from his sentences on down to his salutations: “Dear leader of my angels,” “Dear sculptor of eternity.”

Perhaps settled into the melancholy of a long holiday’s evening, Thomas wrote another letter. “A chunk of stone is as interesting as a cathedral, or even more interesting, for it is the cathedral in essence; it gave substance to the building of the cathedral and meaning to the meaning of the cathedral, for stones are sermons, as are all things,” he mused. He was quietly hopeful for himself; for his art. He longed to believe “in the magic of this burning and bewildering universe, in the meaning and the power of symbols, in the miracle of myself & of all mortals, in the divinity that is so near us and so longing to be nearer, in the staggering, bloody, starry wonder of the sky I can see above and the sky I can think of below.”

The Adelphi editor, when rejecting his poems, had noted that they seemed to have been written in a trance. In his letters, Thomas seems to have embraced such Yeatsian somnambulation: “When I learn that the stars I see may be but the backs of the stars I see there, I am filled with the terror which is the beginning of love. They tell me space is endless and space curves. And I understand.”

In the days that followed, Thomas continued his “nightmare” story, completing it on December 28th. “The Tree” would appear the following December in The Adelphi, which had apparently warmed to disturbing art.

“Rising from the house that faced the Jarvis hills in the long distance, there was a tower for the day-birds to build in and for the owls to fly around at night,” the story begins. A child is transfixed by that tower. He “knew the house from roof to cellar; he knew the irregular lawns and the gardener’s shed where flowers burst out of their jars; but he could not find the key that opened the door of the tower.”

The gardener tends to the boy’s imagination. The man “knew every story from the beginning of the world.” Yet his favorite source was the Bible: “When the sun sank and the garden was full of people, he would sit with a candle in his shed, reading of the first love and the legend of apples and serpents. But the death of Christ on a tree he loved most.” The gardener often speaks to the boy of Christ’s crucifixion.

“The Tree”—written by a teenage Thomas—captures the miraculous imagination of youth, when fantasy is fulfilled, where myth is unbridled truth. Thomas’s prose is gorgeous: “To the east stood the Jarvis hills, hiding the sun, their trees drawing up the moon out of the grass.” His lyricism conjures horror. The boy, unable to sleep, follows shadows down the stairs, leading him outside onto the grass, and finally toward the titular tree. “The child touched the tree; it bent to his touch,” Thomas writes. “The child had not doubted the tree. He said his prayers to it, with knees bent on the blackened twigs the night wind fetched to the ground.” He longs to enter the tower.

Thomas begins to unfold a parallel story; a gentle man “who walked the land like a beggar.” He was given a suit that “lopped round his hungry ribs and shoulders and waved in the wind as he shambled over the fields.” A mysterious voice in the distance compels the man forward to the Jarvis hills. “Bethlehem,” he says upon reaching there, “turning over the sounds of the word and giving it all the glory of the Welsh morning.”

It is soon Christmas Eve. The gardener, with his “long, thick beard, unstained and white as fleece” whom the boy thinks is an “apostle,” has an early gift. The gardener unlocks the tower, and the boy enters the room. It is empty. “Where are the secrets?”

The boy weeps. He paces the empty, dusty room. He looks out the window and through the falling snow, and he sees a “world of hills” that stretched far away into the measured sky, and the tops of hills he had never seen climbed up to meet the falling flakes. Woods and rocks, wide seas of barren land, and a new tide of mountain sky sweeping through the black beeches, lay before him. To the east were the outlines of nameless hill creatures and a den of trees.

The tower’s secret was sight. “That night,” Thomas writes, “the child slept well; there was power in snow and darkness; there was unalterable music in the silence of the stars: there was a silence in the hurrying wind. And Bethlehem had been nearer than he expected.”

On Christmas morning, the wanderer arrives. Tired, he rests against the tree, but soon becomes afraid as he stares up at the tower. His hands make the shape of prayer as “a fear of the garden came over him, the shrubs were his enemies, and the trees that made an avenue down to the gate lifted their arms in horror.”

The boy finds the man, who “has fires in his eyes, the flesh of his neck under the gathered coat was bare.” They speak. When the man says that he has come from the Jarvis hills, the boy takes that as a sign. He tells the man to stand up against the tree and put out his arms. Then, the boy ran to the gardener’s shed to fetch wire. When he returned, the man still stood against that ancient tree, “straight and smiling.”

“Let me tie your hands,” the boy said.

Dylan Thomas once described God as “the author, the milky-way farmer, the first cause, architect, lamp-lighter, quintessence, the beginning Word, the anthropomorphic bowler-out and black-baller, the stuff of all men, scapegoat, martyr, maker, woe-bearer.” At nineteen, suffused with Blake’s mysticism and something devilish, he wrote a horror story during Christmas. We will never know the exact mixture of the alchemy, but “The Tree” is a staggering myth.

The boy wrapped the wire around the man’s wrists; “it cut into the flesh, and the blood from the cuts fell shining on the tree.”

“Brother,” the man says, leading to the story’s final line of the coming crucifixion: “He saw that the child held silver nails in the palm of his hand.”

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[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

13 for behind the scenes…sorta? I’m not sure if its my absolute favorite dialogue (would have to reread the whole thing) but the scene on the way to Cleff where Link and Endeavor have a mature, adult conversation about the events of the Soul temple boss fight stuck with me. I thought it was excellently written! Kinda curious how you went about that.

Thank you for the ask @hummbirds! Oh, this scene was tough. I'm gonna put the prompt and then a read more because obviously very late game spoilers. And I honestly couldn't think of a single line of dialogue either with how massive GoS is as my own favorite, so I appreciate you sending me yours! (also the compliment on it, thank you!)

13. My favorite line of dialogue from this fic was Goddess of Secrecy. What inspired it?

So around the time I started writing this section of GoS (chiefly the boss fight of the Soul Temple), my mom and her brothers began discussion about their mother and her moving into assisted living. I ended up, as the eldest kid often does, an ear for my mom as she was working through this. And this is a conversation happening states away from me, and biased by the person I was hearing it from, but a lot of the early discussion on that got put on my mom because one of my uncles had been handling it sololy until then and the other was not ready for the conversation. So she ended up getting a lot of that conversation alone.

The situation with Endeavor in the Soul Temple to me was a parallel to a child having to face the end of life care for a parent. As far as Endeavor knows, Zeal is terminally ill. There is no cure, she is possessed at this point by Ganondorf (adding on the debate of how much the actions she's taken since that possession are her own/her responsibility). And without any support on the matter, Endeavor has to make the decision whether or not to pull that plug, effectively.

Respectively, Link is in GoS an orphan and the Hero. It is diametrically opposed to his identity to let Zeal die, particularly knowing she was possessed and seeing the shard of the mirror she sent to become the mirror he used to get there (to him, a cry for help). He already has Nazirah's death on his hands (in his opinion) and he will not let Endeavor become an orphan like him because he cares about them as his friend.

Both of these are good motives. But Link's course of action fundamentally overrides Endeavor's decision about their parent on a decision they had grieved on and made their best peace with in the middle of, well, everything else. As they said in the chapter.

It is also meant to reflect on what Soul is as an element in GoS. Soul magic, for the sake of brevity, most closely equates to 5e's enchantment magic. Which is the magic used for possession. A lot of people, very rightly, have started looking at spells like Charm Person and Command as being, you know, maybe not very good things to know and very easy to abuse in a consent kind of conversation.

But the thing about powers/magic is that you can find a way to use them that's within a healthy boundary. Princess (the Sage for clarity) uses her Soul magic for boons and inspiration, and, notably, she doesn't use it on Endeavor after Endeavor says not to (which is what circles back in that final fight). By contrast, the magic that Zeal uses as the Soul Sage (going back to the Sayyida boss fight as an example) and that was used on her is a magic of possession.

And also, that Link technically used on Zeal, even with good intentions and even if Zeal allowed the possession to happen.

The conversation on the way to Cleff is meant to highlight a couple things. One, Link's still effectively a kid. At this point in GoS he's 18 but he's an 18 year old tasked with saving the world. Kinda a tall order. Which leads into the second point, good people make mistakes too. The thing that makes them good people is how they respond to that. Link acknowledges his mistake because he is a good person. Not to be mundane about that portion, but that's just who Link is. He's the Hero, he's a good person, he's supposed to reflect a good person.

Look, I have a lot of kids who read my fics. I don't want to get too preachy with my stuff, but particularly since I have a lot of young boys reading my work, I want them to have good examples of doing the right thing. Particularly from a character they're also probably looking at as a Hero and role model. And owning up to doing the wrong thing even if you meant well is part of that.

And thank you again for the ask. This was a scene I was really worried about landing and it means a lot to hear it did.

[randomfanner]

Get To Know Your Tav

I found this from @piipaw blog and I wanted to do it too for Anya (and maybe Orion and Calax).

Anya Drakencoat | High-Half Elf | College of Lore Bard | She/Her | Age: Mid to Late-Twenties

What is your Tav’s…

Favorite Weapon: Sorrow - It is a weapon she can use with long reach and also sorrowful lash is a go to bonus action because Shadowheart heals.

Style of Combat: Anya tends to stay back and use ranged spells like scorching ray and also a good amount of buffing.

Most Prized Possession: Her 'Cloak of Many Pockets' - it is like a safety blanket she always has on when adventuring and it carries all of her poems !

Deepest Desire: Friends who aren't going to leave her.

Guilty Pleasure: Anya has found, after the encounter with Abdirak in the Goblin Camp, she is a masochistic. So pain, apparently.

Best-Kept Secret: Anya doesn't actually have any friends. She has co-workers, she had friends, but she has no friends at the start of the game. She is trying to fix that though!... doesn't stay fixed for long it feels though.

Greatest Strength: Very friendly to basically everyone and is always willing to help those in need!

Fatal Flaw: You can do anything to this girl and she will just accept it and forgive you. She will get extremely angry if you are mean to someone else but transfer that behavior to her and she becomes a doormat.

Favorite Smell: The Sea Breeze, not only is it the scent of Baldur's Gate and Home, it is also what her uncle uses to scent himself.

Favorite Spell or Cantrip: Scorching Ray - Pewpewpewpewpewpew Speak with Animals - Anya has found speaking with animals is a great way to get information and always makes sure to greet the day by casting it Enhance Ability - Who wants like +20 to persuasion with advantage? Anya does. Enhance ability makes it happen. (Guidance can be included in this)

Pet Peeve: Anya will fist fight you if you are rude to wait staff at a restaurant. (also lip smacking well eating gets on her nerves a bit)

Bad Habit: Biggest bad habit? Putting others before herself. Minor bad habits? Biting her nails most certainly is one of them.

Hidden Talent: Anya has a deep knowledge of the arcane, she could even rival some wizards with the knowledge she has horded up there.

Leisure Activity: Poetry, it is also how she gets her spells but she just really enjoys doing it.

Favorite Drink: Hot drinks: Coffee. Cold drinks: Apple Juice

Comfort Food: Strawberry Shortcake - there is a bakery in the upper city and the owner, a nice old halfling lady, is rather fond of Anya so every time Anya gets back from a job, she will get a free slice!

Favorite Person: Gale! From the moment he popped out of the portal Anya got excited because she had heard of the Wizard of Waterdeep and oh gods, he is right here! She has so many questions for him and wants to get to know more about him. And when she does well... he certainly isn't what she expected in the best ways. Shadowheart is someone who accidentally gets saddled with Anya because she was nice to her, keeps her from not dying and now has a golden retriever as a human following her around. Anya wants to get to know her but does stay her hand because she doesn't want to be too annoying or pushy.

Favored Display of Affection (platonic and/or romantic): Platonically be warned, Anya is a hugger. She will open her arms and offer a hug quite often when things are getting distressing and will 100% cuddle with Karlach after she gets her heart fixed. Romantically - hugging, kissing, cuddling, most physical affection like that. However she also writes poem and will just slide them over.

Fondest Childhood Memory: Playing and sharing food with her old friend in Bloomburg Park. Anya would like to see him again.

@bg3-stole-my-soul Now you gotta do it.

[mercurygray]

A very small (and very late) amuse-bouche for @junojelli, who had a birthday recently and deserves all the nice things for it, including her favorite characters in compromising positions and alternate timelines!

Scene: 1777, Philadelphia, in the house of Mr. William Mitchell, a merchant of that city and a loyal subject of his Majesty King George.

She'd never intended to be caught.

It was all well and good that during a war a man could put on a coat and carry a gun, but what did that leave the women to do? Especially women who were trapped in their fathers' houses, hoping for the other side to win?

William Mitchell would say it was willful of her, a daughter of his wishing for the rebels to win, but what did he know about it? Freedom was a fine word when you already had it. And Billie so wanted freedom - to be free of this house, of her mother and her silly and specific social obligations. It was a prison to her - until it became a lodging place for King George's officers. And then one night, after dinner when they were deep in their port, and discussing troop movements, and she thought of what Molly had said, about how wars require intelligence to be run, and intelligencers to gather it.

She nearly flew to writing the letter, pressing it into Molly's hands the next time they met. She knew Miss Warren - her uncle was with Washington. Could they not arrange something between them? A woman's letters, filled with gossip to an old school-friend, would not be read.

Miss Warren wrote back - would be delighted to cultivate an acquaintance, desperate for news from a friend, should introduce her to another, whose name she now enclosed. And that began it - codes and counter-codes, plans and plots and listening at doors - until tonight, that is.

"Now, Miss Mitchell, what have we here? What would your father say?"

Billie straightened up quickly and smoothed her dress. He was new here, this one - dark hair and deep eyes she could not fathom out. Family in Scotland, it was said, though he hardly sounded it. Not that he'd say why - he didn't talk in the same free and easy way the rest of the officers did, kept himself to himself. The girls who came to take tea with her mother found him handsome - but then, that seemed to be the condition they found everyone wearing an epaulette. "Say to what, Captain Speirs?"

"You, listening at doors." He drew in a little closer. "Is he aware that his daughter is a rebel spy?"

Her breath caught. "I've done nothing of the kind."

"You're going to tell me you were peeping at keyholes to - what, admire the cut of Major Andre's legs?"

"Why shouldn't I? Every other girl in Philadelphia seems to be."

"You're not every other girl in Philadelphia."

Was it a compliment or an accusation? She couldn't tell and didn't wish to. "Are you trying to flirt with me, Captain?" she shot back, changing tactics. "I could scream. What would my father say to that? Me, alone with an officer who's billeted in my house?"

"Would you like that?" He stepped closer to her, pinning her between his body and the wall. "Would you like us to be flirting?"

"Don't think I won't," she threatened again. But there was something in the way he watched her that made her wish, just for a moment, that what she suggested need not be suggestion only, a tendresse rather than a threat.

"I have every confidence you would," he assured her. "But it won't help either of us. Or our mutual friend John Bolton."

Billie's eyes widened. No one in this house - in this city, even! - knew that name, spoken only once in Joan Warren's letter, the alias for Washington's intelligencer. Even Andre, for all his powers, would not possess it. No, no one would know it except -

Speirs' smile widened. "Now she understands. We'll need a cover of some kind, if we're to continue meeting like this."

"Weren't you just saying something about flirting?" She gestured with her eyes to the space between them, his body pressed to hers. "Unless you find that objectionable," she hastened to add, trying to catch him out the way he'd caught her.

But he, it seemed, would not be caught. He smiled, and she thought of hungry wolves, the licking of his lips heavily implied. "The least objectionable thing in the world." She must have made a face, for he smiled even wider. "Cheer up, Miss Mitchell," he added softly. "This could serve a second purpose." He leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear. "I think your mother likes my prospects."

She wasn't sure which prospect she disliked more - that her mother found him suitable for marriage, or that he did not seem to disagree.