#like i said she doesn't attack but listening to her song makes you lose mind

[laugtherhyena]

What is Ingrid-Elise’s Soul Type?

She has the tormented soul! And speaking of her this ask reminds me how i had an idea for her moonscorch form but never got around to finishing it back in the day so here it is

It's a rat with a disgustingly elongated neck that makes stretching sounds when moving :)

Pestilence as in pest, which can be used to refer to an unwanted or bothersome person. Rats, especially in that time period, were considered pests as well, they're also prey to both cats and vultures.

All of this is in reference to her relationship with he parents while Pestilence's non-hostile nature mimics how she used to be as a person. Desperately clinging to her one passion as a means of comfort despite no longe being able to properly indulge in it.

[gale-gaze]

4, 28, and 61 for the Tav ask game? I'm especially interested in her reaction to Auntie Ethel considering her background with hags

[ weeps into the void - thank you for these ones, I loved fleshing these thoughts out; overly verbose answers below the cut 💜 ]

4. Is there a reason why your Tav starts out at level 1?

Straight up fear, my dude; Mavis is so scared that [REDACTED] is potentially in danger after seeing them in her scrying mirror with a mindflayer, and then the additional stress of the Nautiloid experience with seeing that made her live with one of her worst fears - becoming useless and forgetting everything she worked to avoid.

She is nervous and skittish on the Nautiloid - she's trying not to have a panic attack until she runs into Lae'zel, whose straightforward attitude in the face of danger eases her fears some; but like an artist putting too much pressure on themselves experiencing skill regression, she has to ease back into everything and spends a lot of time rereading old journals to calm her mind and reassure herself that she is still competent and just needs to keep going.

28. What does your Tav think of Auntie Ethel? What do they tell Mayrina?

Immediate gut feeling that something is off, but tries to keep it to herself in hopes that she is overthinking things due to stress and plays nice initially to be cautious given what she has experienced - especially after speaking with Pandirna and removing the curse on her.

Attempting to save face with Ethel when meeting Mayrina's brothers, Mavis takes her side in the argument and knocks the brothers out - she knows the distraught drive to save a loved one too well. But when the illusion finally falls and she meets Ethel again, Mavis is... defensive, to say the least, and overly protective of Mayrina despite her pleas. But she also knows that she can't outsmart Ethel and is extremely hesitant to go after her when she takes Mayrina, only proceeding after she thinks about her brothers trying to do it themselves once they recover.

Mavis wants to kill Ethel, almost desperately; she wants to take out all of her frustration and grief on her, but knows that it's never that easy to get rid of someone like her, and she doesn't want the fear of a vengeful hag looming over her - not right now.

She begrudgingly spares the hag for the sake of Mayrina, and firmly tells Mayrina to be careful before giving her the wand for Connor; when encountered again in the city, Mavis knocks Ethel out and cuts Vanra from her stomach to save her - despite the Hag's Bane remaining in her bag, unused - before finally finishing Ethel for good.

She is tired, cranky, and wants a nap real bad, but also feels a weight lifted off her - she sleeps like the dead that night.

61. How does your Tav feel about Baldur's Gate? Is it their home? Is it their first time in the city?

Mavis did not grow up in Baldur's Gate, but had heard plenty from listening to her mother talk about it in stories and song while living in Silverymoon in her youth. Mavis had been making her way towards Baldur's Gate (albeit not very efficiently, since she continuously went off course to follow any wild leads and rumors of forgotten or weird magic incidents or to find a new book) because she believed that surely, eventually, [REDACTED] would end up Halfway to Everywhere, just like they said in their childhood.

Mavis does bump into [REDACTED] at the Circus of the Last Days shortly after they had just completed the Test of Love with Zethino, both them and their companion adorned with face paint; Mavis and [REDACTED] are both too invested in their conversations with their companions to see each other before they colide together, causing Mavis to lose her footing and tumble down - when [REDACTED] offers a hand down to help her up, they apologize saying "I hope I didn't break anything of yours" and Mavis is quick to shake it off and take their hand without thought.

[REDACTED] makes a comment about really liking her keyhole ring and jokes that "it better not be cursed - I hate curses" as they pull her up - when Mavis hears that and finally sees that it's [REDACTED] as she meets their eye, she nervously mumbles that "sometimes curses aren't so bad" and apologizes for not paying attention before letting them carry on their way. Gale makes a comment that they sure seem colorful and fun, but he would never be caught dead in face paint like that; Mavis laughs, looks back to them and says "yeah, they seem happy" before taking Gale's hand and continuing with "and that sounds like a challenge to me" as they walk on to do their own Test of Love.

Once she makes it into the city, she is... Homesick, perhaps is the best way to put it. She enjoys parts of the city, and parts of the people, but seeing it in the state it was in with what she had learned on her journey overall tarnished it a bit; Mavis does appreciate their resilience nevertheless, and later seeing [REDACTED] and their companion laughing over drinks at a tavern after the city is safe again makes her appreciate the city in a different way - it's not perfect and it's not what she imagined as a kid, but it certainly does bring people together in remarkable and unexpected ways and truly is Halfway to Everywhere.

Mavis does not talk to [REDACTED] in the tavern, but does finally tell Gale who they are as she shares some Silverymoon Blue that she had been keeping safe for a special occasion with him while they celebrate; Gale laughs and says that Mavis may have a type, and she feigns taking offense as she tells him that "all the best breakthroughs start with a rough blueprint" before kissing him and leaving the tavern together, leaving her scrying mirror necklace on the table at the tavern.

BONUS: enjoy a lil personal favorite track to enjoy with question 61's answer 💜

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

Soooo :D which bobs burgers characters do you think are potentially Swifties 👀👀? Gimme a list 🤌

you!!!!!! this is the best ask ever!!!!!! i put...an embarrassing amount of thought into this but i had so much fun doing it lol. thank you!!!!

okay i am going to sort these into categories :

definitely a swiftie

not a swiftie but respects taylor as an artist / likes a few songs

absolutely not a swiftie

definitely a swiftie :

TINA!!!! (definitely loves every album, but probably favors speak now and lover)

jocelyn (really favors pop taylor - 1989, lover, reputation, midnights, etc)

teddy (exclusively listens to debut until tina shows him the rest of her discography, really resonates with red tv)

gayle (discovered taylor through the movie "cats" like @airborneashes said lol)

susmita (probably favors folklore / evermore taylor but reputation is in her top 3 albums)

courtney (discovered taylor through midnights but quickly becomes obsessed with everything she's ever done)

becky krespe (a 1989 girlie through and through)

chloe barbash (has gone to every single tour, hosts listening parties when new albums are released, goes all out for her eras tour outfit)

mr. frond (literally had a religious experience the first time he listened to folklore)

ms. selbo (listened to high infidelity while she was stealing her ex's dog)

felix fischoeder (loves midnights, did not get eras tour tickets but fought in the ticketmaster trenches)

not a swiftie but respects taylor as an artist / likes a few songs :

boblin (they only know who she is because of tina and they don't listen to all of her music, but sometimes one of them will catch the other whistling shake it off or something lol)

gene (respects taylor heavily as an artist, she's just not his fave! he would absolutely lose his mind watching the reputation stadium tour movie with tina though)

logan bush (probably listened to her once to impress a girl, turns out he really resonates with reputation, makes his friends listen to getaway car just to prove that she's "not that bad")

tammy (loves welcome to new york, only listens to her with jocelyn though)

zeke and jimmy jr. (they listen to her at a sleepover just to see why tina likes her so much, they end up listening to at least four albums in one sitting, zeke is so moved by would've, could've, should've that he gets peter pescadero to restart the women's issues club with him)

mr. branca (his favorite song is karma)

darryl (thinks that taylor is hot, loses his mind every time don't blame me comes on)

absolutely not a swiftie :

louise (would go to her concert though, just for tina)

rudy (he just...doesn't seem like he would get her)

alex papasian (doesn't know who taylor swift is)

calvin fischoeder (bought a ton of tickets for the eras tour, but only so it would sell out and felix couldn't go)

edith (very judgmental about all of taylor's relationships, heard a snippet of dress once and nearly had a heart attack)

jimmy pesto (sided with k*nye)

[navree]

Okay but also the most interesting topic about this love triangle-

Rhaenys is frivolously (said Visenya herself) and free-spirited. I picture her as a spoiled IT-girl who loves parties, pretty men, and doesn’t takes anything seriously, everything is a fun for her (GRRM please give her a personality). It might be really hard for her to be faithful to someone, so I guess Aegon and Visenya might be very bothered by it but couldn’t do anything about it as if not to lose her affection they allowed her to mess around. Does that makes her a horrible person?? I see people still slut-shaming her all around twitter

People slut-shaming in this fandom is just a thing that's going to happen no matter who the woman is, doesn't matter what side you're on if you enjoy a woman in ASOIAF someone's gonna call her a whore for no reason. With Rhaenys it's particularly infuriating for me at least just because she's one of my all-time favorite characters in this franchise and I do not do things by halves.

Personally, I don't really see Rhaenys that way. I'll readily admit to bias because again, she's my fave, but I think that just because Rhaenys liked doing things that enjoyed herself and was more lighthearted and personable than either of her siblings doesn't mean she can't take things seriously. She fought in the Conquest, she was the one in charge of capturing Storm's End and getting the Baratheon/Stormlands submission, which she succeeded in doing in, she participated in the Field of Fire, she was willing to be the person in charge of Dorne's submission if Dorne had been willing to submit (and I think there's a real intelligence behind her not attacking Dorne right away but instead giving them an opportunity to peaceably surrender without her risking her own life unnecessarily), and she went back to Dorne to fight them and finish the Conquest even when she'd have had a perfectly legitimate reason to stay behind now that she was a mother. She was just as much a true Targaryen as Visenya and Aegon, and just as vested in their burgeoning dynasty, which is why I don't really subscribe to the theory that Aenys isn't Aegon's kid (no hate on people who do subscribe to it, headcanon away, it's just not for me).

I also wanna note that the "frivolous" quote isn't just someone writing down that Visenya thought Rhaenys was a bit flighty and then left it at that. The specific quote reads “Queen Rhaenys was a great patron to the bards and singers of the Seven Kingdoms, showering gold and gifts on those who pleased her. Though Queen Visenya thought her sister frivolous, there was a wisdom in this that went beyond a simple love of music. For the singers of the realm, in their eagerness to win the favor of the queen, composed many a song in praise of House Targaryen and King Aegon, and then went forth and sang those songs in every keep and castle and village green from the Dornish Marches to the Wall.” Visenya is someone who appears to have preferred a simple "might as power" strategy when it came to it, while Rhaenys seems to have been slightly more well equipped to deal with certain aspects of administrative rule, and Visenya is acknowledging this. Rhaenys is essentially running an incredibly skilled propaganda campaign, getting as many people on board with her regime via the art they listen to propagating her version of events and propping her up in a way that's accessible to the masses. And Visenya is acknowledging the skill and the importance of that, even if it's not something that's in her wheelhouse herself or something she entirely gets, which goes back to my earlier point about how Visenya clearly didn't mind her sister's involvement in ruling and trusted her decisions in areas she wasn't as well versed in.

I also think that Rhaenys genuinely loved her siblings, and at the very least loved Aegon romantically enough to stay faithful (the rumors about her infidelity are incredibly sparse and basically just boil down to some sources going "hey what if" and leaving it at that). But there's a way to play on some of that and make it angsty for the siblings, or at least Visenya. If Visenya's affection for Rhaenys is more one sided, and at one point just becomes Visenya kinda pining, then you can have a moment where she sees Rhaenys surrounding herself with these pretty young things and she assumes (incorrectly) that Rhaenys might be having affairs. And she goes to Aegon about it, more angry than she should be, clearly more angry than just on her brother's behalf, and Aegon doesn't really do anything. Maybe he also thinks Rhaenys is having affairs but loves her enough to let it slide; maybe because they're closer he knows that Rhaenys isn't doing anything and trusts her in a way that kinda leaves Visenya as the odd one out. But either way, he tells Visenya not to bother him about this and that he doesn't care, she lets it slide in the moment because even in her own jealousies she still loves Rhaenys and ultimately wants her to be happy more than she cares for Aegon's feelings or even her own in that respect. And then you've got groundwork for their later rift. Visenya can take that to mean that Aegon doesn't care about Rhaenys like she does, because if he really loved her he wouldn't be able to stand that kind of betrayal, and Aegon, after Rhaenys dies, can think back on this moment with a warped lens and accuse Visenya of always wanting to dishonor Rhaenys and sully her reputation for her own selfish gains.

Like, no knock on your interpretation, everything about this is open to interpretation and any inter-Targaryen love triangles are going to be quite open to all kinds of theorizing (though I'm at least glad most of my people have hopped on board the "Aegon and Visenya were both in love with Rhaenys and semi-competing for her rather than Rhaenys and Visenya competing for Aegon" train, I'll pioneer this until I die), but I think trying to flip things on their head and giving Rhaenys a bit more credit than fandom tends to give her because they don't get the concept of administration and soft power is more interesting to me than just kinda going with the flow of what the general conventional wisdom is. And with a source like F&B where everything is so open to interpretation, you're almost encouraged to do it, and I will follow that encouragement.

[erigold13261]

Sorry if this ask has gotten through, but I’ll send it again just in case. In the FRAU, DJ gets themself fired. How do the others react to his “you all suck” speech? Do they actually listen? More importantly, does it actually bring any changes?

Don't worry, your first ask did get through, I was just tired last night because I spent like 2 hours analyzing songs and it was like 1 am. I was gonna answer your ask then but decided today would have been better. So I'll just answer this one instead lol.

Mama and Eve try to call him out/interrupt him, but his voice being so loud shuts them up and he continues. It is mainly him yelling at them and then leaving before they get a chance to really respond to him.

They "listen" in the sense that they heard what DJ was saying, but didn't process it the way he hoped. Instead of seeing the problems he was pointing out, they saw it as a personal attack and became defensive.

It did bring out changes, but not for the better.

Tatiana just silently listened to DJ say his piece, but she saw this verbal attack as more DJ being pushed into a corner rather than him speaking the truth. She brushed off his insults and just told him to get out once he was done yelling. But internally she does wonder if he is right, or at least had some truth behind their words. Because these were the same things rockers were saying, but now it is coming from her own artist, one who doesn't even care for rock. So maybe it is her... No Tatiana refuses to believe that and decided order is the best possible option to rule as that is what makes a good leader, not letting anyone just have fun and do whatever they damn well please.

Eve thinks DJ is a hypocrite, because he was always a bitch and a jerk, so him calling her out was him just projecting onto her in her mind. She doesn't see herself as being mean, just not understood so the people around her get the wrong impression and think she is mean when she isn't (Obviously that is not true). The only time she would think she is mean is with 1010 but even then she doesn't see that as bad since these robots committed assault and got away with it (she technically did to since Zuke didn't sue her for setting his hair on fire).

Yinu was silent the whole time, realizing what DJ said about her was true. Her music is slipping (she didn't even process the fact that he said she looked like she's wilting away). So she decided to try harder with her music, even if it means faking passion and just making people believe she is okay.

Mama on the other hand outright refuses to believe her daughter hates her, and thinks the wilting is just because she is growing up and this is how she would naturally look (doesn't realize Yinu's hair should be a lot more healthy and full of flowers). She also latches onto the insult of the "music slipping" because instead of seeing it as Yinu losing passion, Mama saw it as a non-direct insult at herself for not making better music/EDM for Yinu's piano playing. She is just focusing on the wrong things and is going to push Yinu and their music further.

The Crew became terrified that someone like DJ was able to see how sloppy they have gotten. Instead of them seeing it as DJ having an inside view and worried about their mental health, they saw the insult as them looking incompetent in the public eye. To them, DJ doesn't care about things and they thought they were being sly in their dysfunction with Sayu at times, but if DJ can see how unorganized they are then the whole world must be seeing them as unable to work properly. So they try to work harder to hide their dysfunctional problems.

Once they got the text from DJ though they didn't really believe them. The Crew felt like it was a joke or that DJ might be drunk or trying to get their job back instead of being genuine with them in his apology. Even if they did believe him and accept that apology, they still realized how much they were slipping in their control of Sayu, especially when push comes to shove and their order of command breaks down causing them to collapse as a group.

1010 had no idea how to really deal with what DJ said about them. I would say that they all think it is true they have become scared and shy, but like White also hates being lumped in with the rest of 1010. Blue and Red definitely feel terrified to do anything outside of the commands given to them. Yellow and Green honestly couldn't give a shit about what DJ said because he no longer works there, so his words aren't going to affect their lives anymore.

After the apology from him, I think White would see him as an absolute idiot. Before White did have some respect for DJ, but now he thinks DJ is no longer logical and is being driven by emotions, the same emotions that he sees having made Blue cause all these problems. Blue, Red, and Yellow probably forgive DJ for what he said, but don't really change how they act. If anything they act even more fearful or stick closer to commands (at least Blue and Red) because they don't have that extra security at NSR that was DJ. And Green doesn't care. He sees this whole stunt as stupid and pointless since nothing is going to actually change.

Neon on the other hand was bitter at hearing DJ's speech. It felt like DJ was using their friendship against him and trying to get Neon fired. He also saw this attack at being aimed more at the kids of NSR rather than the adults. To him, he feels like DJ spoke more about emotions and personal feelings when it came to Tatiana, Eve, and Mama, but pointed out objective flaws when it came to Sayu's Crew, Yinu, 1010, and him. Instead of seeing this as a call for actions and change, Neon saw this as a betrayal and trying to ruin the lives of young artists.

After DJ explains and apologizes though, Neon does forgive him for their words. However, now he feels like he has to walk on ice because of what DJ has said. His and 1010's flaws have been brought up and are now at the forefront of Tatiana's mind. They have to work extra hard until she starts to forget about what DJ said otherwise Neon might get fired like DJ was. So Neon is annoyed at the extra work, but at least now DJ will be able to help him without having to worry about their own music/work.

[zafirosreverie]

Por amor al arte (Julieta x Fem!Reader) part 27

part1 < > next

song used: Amor en silencio

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"Get your hand out of there"

Alma smiled behind her cup as she paid attention to your interaction with her oldest daughter. It had been two weeks since she saw you in the river, crying in her daughter's arms as memories of a past life washed away. The matriarch hadn't wanted to say anything because she didn’t feel that it was her place.

Fortunately, a month and a week after losing your brother, you seemed to be doing much better. There was still that shadow of sadness in your eyes, of course, but you weren't crying until you were tired and your mind hadn't been clouded with thoughts as dark as that time in the river. Julieta was doing an excellent job erasing Daniel’s ghost from your mind and body.

"Give me that!" her daughter's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Alma had to stop herself from laughing out loud at the sight of Julieta trying to take a cup of chocolate chips from you, but every time she got close you just turned around. It also didn't matter that the brunette managed to trap you between her body and the sink because despite being almost the same height, you still had longer arms and you were able to get the chocolate out of the other woman's reach. You looked like a couple of little girls.

“Y/N, give me that cup”

"Nope, you ruined my alfajores, I'll ruin your cookies" you said

“It was an accident and I said I was sorry!” Julieta replied, still reaching for the cup.

"That doesn't fix my alfajores, does it?" you asked with a smile.

The brunette simply smiled back at you, abandoning all pretense of taking the cup from your hand. Instead, she took advantage of the position you were in, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning into you a bit so she could plant a few soft kisses on your jawline.

She loved that you were improving little by little, that she was recovering, with each passing day, the woman with whom she fell madly in love, that you seemed to finally understand the important and central place that you occupied in her life and that she seemed to occupy the same in yours. She loved everything about you.

"I'll tell you what" you said, lowering your face a little more "I'll trade you the cup for a kiss"

"Hmmm…I have a better idea" she smirked.

The older woman didn't let you react before her fingers attacked your sides, making you shriek and start to squirm. The chocolate chips jumped out of the cup and scattered all over the place, but she didn't seem to care, too busy listening to your beautiful laugh.

"Enough" you laughed "Julieta, leave me alone!"

"Not until you apologize for stealing my kitchen."

"Never!" you stubbornly said "now it's my domain too!"

"Then you must learn to live with the tickle monster that lives in it."

"Nooo"

She followed through with her vicious attack, loving the sight and feel of you writhing against her. You might be slightly taller, but she was so much stronger than you and she wasn't going to let you go. Never.

"Julieta, enough, it hurts" you laughed "please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

“Anything, whatever you want!” you promised

"Even let me cook for you?"

"No! We both cook, it's the deal"

"Then continue to suffer"

"Okay, okay, you cook!" you said desperately

“For a week” she added

"Two days" you laughed

"Five"

"Done"

Julieta stopped her cruel attack at last, letting you breathe properly. You rested your forehead on her shoulder as soft laughter continued to pour out of you as you tried to catch your breath. This woman was truly evil.

"You're the worst" you said, looking at her with a big smile "people think you're an angel, but I know what kind of devil you are, Julieta Madrigal"

"Yes" she laughed, putting her hands on your hips "but no one is going to believe you" she winked at you.

The older woman enjoyed seeing your face all flushed and breathless and loved, even more, the fact that that big smile was for her. She had really missed seeing you like this, so free and away from pain.

"You're evil" you whispered

"Maybe"

You smiled and glanced briefly at her lips before she leaned over to kiss you deeply. Your hand rested on her shoulders as you returned her affection, no matter that her mother and your daughter were a few meters from you, at the dining room table.

You and Julieta hadn't said out loud what you were but you didn't think it was necessary, it was too obvious that you loved and needed each other, you didn't need labels. However, you still hadn't decided how to tell her daughters, too terrified that they would be angry. You knew that they adored and respected you, but that didn't mean they would accept your relationship with their mother.

That's why you and your beautiful brunette had decided to take it easy, and only Alma, Pepa, Bruno, F��lix, and Dolores knew about this (let's be honest, you'll never have a secret that Dolores doesn't know, but she had been too happy that you included her, without even trying to hide from her gift, that she had promised not to tell anyone).

"I love you" she whispered against your lips when you parted

"And I love you" you answered "...now help me make my alfajores again"

Julieta laughed and separated from you. Just in time too, because a few seconds later hurried footsteps were heard arriving in the kitchen, before Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio's heads poked through the door frame.

"We smelled cookies" Mirabel said as an explanation

“And I heard you saying alfajores” Camilo added

"What happened?" Antonio asked, pointing to the chocolate chips scattered all over the place.

"It was her" you and Julieta said in unison, pointing to each other.

You looked at each other for a moment before laughing and the three children blinked before joining you in laughter and taking it as an invitation to enter the kitchen. Mirabel still found it strange but beautiful to see how her mother could behave like a child by your side. You two radiated undeniable happiness and she really hoped that the plan she had made with her sisters would work out. It was already very hard for her and Isabela not to call you mom and Antonio had held his tongue on many occasions not to call you aunt.

"Okay, Abuela, can you tell us who started it?" Mirabel asked, finally noticing the older woman holding a sleeping Eliza in her arms.

"Oh, I don't think it's my place to assign blame" Alma smiled "...but it was Y/N"

You gasped and put your hand on her chest, feigning outrage to the amusement of everyone present.

"The betrayal, Alma, the betrayal" you said

“I'm sorry, Y/N. But I have to support my daughter."

Alma smiled to herself as you rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at a very amused Julieta. She got up and headed for the exit, excusing herself to go put Eliza to bed, but she paused in the frame long enough to watch you joke and laugh with her daughter and her grandchildren. An all too familiar warmth washed over her and she remembered a pair of brown eyes that she had loved dearly in another life.

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“Oh, Pedro, I wish you could see our girl now” Alma sighed, looking at the portrait of her late husband on her locket “you would have loved to meet Y/N…you would have adored her seeing how happy she makes our Julita”

Not for the first time, her heart ached at how much her loving husband had been lost. A lifetime, definitely. As she watched the triplets grow up, she used to cry at night, angry at death for not allowing her precious children to have a father.

It comes into my life and a new page opens

In the ceaseless night of humanity

I search in the dark

That light that gives me freedom

my cry is heard

Today is my first awakening

All the memories came to her at that moment. The night she met Pedro, so handsome and kind. There was a light coming from him, a warmth she had never known before. The time she spent alone, her fears, her insecurities, it was all erased the moment he first approached her. Like you had reached out to them when they lost their home. A beacon of light, something to hold on to.

Their first date, when she had laughed like never before, he had returned her happiness, the smiles that she thought she had lost. Their first kiss, the fire that he lit in her with his love, as strong and sacred as the candle that protected the magic, a fire that had never gone out, no matter the years. Her wedding, the perfect day, when he sealed her fate and her heart was linked to his forever. Like the day her Julieta smiled again, thanks to you.

The look of pride he gave her when he told her she was pregnant, he had cared for her and pampered her so much during all those months, and she also remembered the poor man's nerves when she went into labor, the nurse hadn't known who to attend to first, her or her husband.

The day her three miracles were born, so small, so fragile, so perfect. Her precious Julieta had given her the scare of her life by arriving in this world without crying, without making a sound, unlike her beloved Pepa and her sweet Bruno, both screaming from the bottom of their lungs, although that didn't seem to disturb their older sister, asleep in her father's trembling arms. Like when her granddaughters had found a safe haven in you.

The second her illusion shattered, like a wild and merciless fire. The fear that filled her when only hours later, she had to carry her children away from the house they should have grown up in, with monsters at their ankles. Like when your house had burned to the ground.

The wrenching pain that pierced her, at the same time the machetes pierced her Pedro’s body in front of her. The life that was slipping out of her hands, without her being able to do anything. Just as Agustín's life had slipped away from Julieta's hands and Karim's from yours.

The moment when Pepa took her first steps, always the bravest of the three, or when Bruno said his first word, long before her sisters, to the time Julieta learned to go to the bathroom on her own. Brunito's first vision, Pepita's first rainbow, Julita's first arepa. The three of them growing up without a father, but with a mother who, although she made many mistakes, always tried to do what was best for them. Just like Eliza.

Everything about you felt like a cycle was closing, one that had hurt her family so much but ultimately brought them here. Alma couldn't help but smile as she remembered your words about death when you realized that you were no longer crying for your brother.

“It hurts, and it always will, but there is something magical about saying goodbye, knowing that you were there while the darkness came, that you were his last light”

Alma wondered if, for her Pedro, she and her children had been his last lights before the darkness consumed him. She thought so, or the miracle would never have come to them.

"It's part of the universe" you had said, hugging her eldest daughter "and we all have a little bit of the universe in us, so he's always here with me"

Perhaps you didn't realize it, but Alma could see in Julieta the same sense of relief that she felt when those words left your lips. Knowing that despite everything they had not left, that they were still part of them, was a consolation that she and her daughter were grateful for. A beautiful hope, no doubt.

Everything is so big and small, 

I discover looks that cool my skin

I see in the world the beautiful and the cruel

There are words that break my ice

But where there is pain

There is always a seed of love

“She is wonderful, Pedro” Alma whispered “she came to heal wounds and I am glad to see that we were able to heal hers too”

She thought of all the times the two of you had saved each other, the way you had become the pillar of your lives, the way you touched, the way you longed for each other and seemed to call each other. She confirmed when she saw the love with which her daughter looked at you, that you were the love she always prayed for Julieta.

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"First my kitchen and now you take over my bed too?"

You looked up from your book to see a very amused Julieta staring at you from the edge of the bed with her arms crossed. You tried not to blush too much at the way her pepper hair cascaded over her shoulders. A Julieta with loose hair was too powerful and it should be illegal, okay?!

"Just wait, my next move will be to steal your clothes" you joked, praying she didn't notice your nervousness.

But of course, she did. She had become an expert in reading you like a book thanks to everything that had happened, she always knew when there was a slight change in you, good or bad. And from the smile she was giving you, she wasn't going to let you get away with this.

“Oh, are we playing steal clothes now?” she asked

You gasped and your cheeks suddenly warmed as she climbed onto the bed and swung one of her very well-preserved legs over your hip, so that she was just above you, sitting on your lap. She took the book out of your hands and placed it on the nightstand before leaning over you. Her hair fell like curtains on the sides of your head and you felt her warm breath tickling you.

"Juli-" you whispered.

“Because I think that nightgown you're wearing is, in fact, mine” she told you “so…maybe I should get it back”

You felt your heart race as she lowered her face to capture your lips and one of her hands trailed down to your legs, pulling up the fabric and letting her fingers caress your thigh gently. It wasn't the first time she'd touched you like this, but she'd never gone beyond gentle intimate caresses and many, many kisses. The brunette told you that she wanted to give you space and time, she could wait for you, as long as you needed, which you deeply appreciated.

"You know, at some point, I'm going to take you at your word, and then you're going to have to take off more than my nightgown" you joked as she got off you and lay down beside you, one hand on your waist.

"And I look forward to that moment" she laughed "but we have time" she promised you, a little more serious

You smiled at her and placed another quick kiss on her lips, letting your hand play with her hair, something you knew very well she loved and the soft sigh of satisfaction that came out of her confirmed it. You two were silent for a moment, just enjoying being together. But there was something you had to tell her, something that would hopefully dispel the doubt that hung over your heads.

"Juli" you whispered "...if you feel ready...maybe it's time we talk to your daughters"

The brunette froze a moment and you felt her tense. It was true that of the two of you you were the most worried about the girls’ reactions, especially Mirabel and Luisa, but that didn't mean that she wasn't afraid too.

"Are you sure?" she asked you and you couldn't help but smile at the touch of hope you heard in her voice

"Well... I think it's unfair that you have my family's blessing and I don't have yours" you said softly.

“You have the blessing of my siblings, my niece, and my mother”

“That's only 5 people. In case you haven't noticed, there are 12 of you counting Casita."

Julieta couldn't help but laugh a little at the memory of your little fights with the house. Was it weird that you got into a fight with a building? Yes. Did it make you look much cuter than you already were? also yes.

"Well, you have me there" she told you "at least I didn't have to do much to win over Eliza"

“And Karim” you whispered.

She stared at you, her smile faltering a bit. Of course, you had talked about your brother all this time, you refused to let the family think his name was some kind of taboo that they couldn't pronounce around you. But it was the first time you talked about your last talk with him. Your farewell.

“Y/N-”

"He knew" you interrupted her "before he-...I managed to tell him everything"

"Oh" she looked down, feeling her cheeks flush a little.

“Juli…he gave us his blessing” you said, taking her chin

"What?" she whispered

"He told me and I quote 'I'm leaving knowing that you won't be alone, that you'll have someone to take care of you and I couldn't be happier that it's her...don't lose her, Y/N, she's a good woman' and I promised him not to lose you” you said

Julieta looked at you with tears in her eyes and a huge watery smile. You knew that she was feeling the same relief that you felt at receiving your brother's blessing for your relationship.

"I know that so many things have happened, so many tragedies and I know that I have been a pain in your ass but...I love you...and I want to be with you as long as you allow me-"

You couldn't continue with your speech because she pulled you towards her and kissed you deeply, pouring all her love for you into it, as she did every time she kissed you. This felt good, it felt like a promise, a new beginning.

"I love you too" she whispered against your lips "...you're right, maybe it's about time"

"Only if you're ready" you reminded her

"We could do it at Eliza's party," she suggested.

"I think it's perfect" you smiled "...maybe I should warn you that he also said that he was going to pull your feet at night if you hurt me, so..."

Julieta laughed heartily, pressing you closer to her. "I'll keep that in mind" she said, kissing you again.

Love in silence

It's living a moment in time

It is a kiss to love or give forgiveness without explaining

Only a naked soul can achieve that happiness

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Alma smiled when she saw Eliza playing with Mirabel, Antonio, and Parce, while Camilo brought them all drinks. Dolores, Isabela, and Pepa patiently waited for their turn to play dolls with Eli and Luisa, Félix, Mariano, and Bruno rested in hammocks. This was the true picture of a perfect family.

The matriarch looked over to where you and Julieta were sitting on the grass, weaving wicker baskets while talking and laughing occasionally. Her daughter wore her hair down, which she only did when she was relaxed and she had no work to do. She saw you smile as her daughter put a little flower in your hair and she knew it right then. 

Julieta was finally closing the cycle that you had opened so long ago when you entered their lives. You belonged to each other.

Love in silence

It is walking with the wind

It is God's way to teach us the truth

It is to win love in life with will

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If only- if only nothing. No more tragedies. They have earned their happy ending.

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Julieta tag: @emril-osvigne @smolgayhooman @arination99 @kitthedino @cryptocry @iloveitwhen

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

[barcaavengers]

Complete Safe Haven||Newt Imagine

Note: I'm not that proud of this since I edited it about 6 times. I feel like it lacks something I can't really tell what it is, but here it is! Will definitely write a part two so we will see how everyone responds to it. I was listening to "That Would Be Enough" from Hamilton cause I think it tells a bit how Newt could be somewhat hesitant of the idea of having a baby after everything he has gone through and how unsure he can be of himself, you know? I don't know, that song inspired me a bit. Also, struggled a lot to think how the Safe Haven would be like after two years of them moving there so yep. Feedback and ideas are encouraged! <3

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The soft waves going against your body so early in the morning was your favorite feeling ever since you have gotten to the Safe Haven. The waves would just make you forget what had happened, cleared your head from any memory that was too painful, and those were mostly of that night. You still had nightmares, watching him turn into a Crank, his attacks, him hurting you unconsciously...You were lucky that things ended the way they did, but even then, you knew that those memories would always get to you. Arms rest on your shoulders making you jump, but relax under the knowing touch, rubbing your shoulder blades soothingly and you smile. "Hey."

"Morning, love" Newt's voice was still groggy, you guessed it hasn't been long since he woke up. "Why aren't you in bed?" He presses a kiss on your shoulder before his hands land on your waist, the soft waves rocking you both slightly.

"You kicked me out" you say playfully as you turn to him. 

"What a terrible boyfriend I am," he says with a chuckle. "When was the last time you slept properly?" 

It has been about two years since you have moved to the Safe Haven. The island was now covered in construction, buildings, and houses. Yesterday it was your four year anniversary, and Newt had planned a beautiful evening in what you were proud to call your new house, "First night home" he called it. After living in a small hut that reminded you of the Glade, now you had a bigger house, all for the two of you. You have been looking into The Last City, or what used to be, after Jorge took you and others back a few months ago, and you had the chance to gather a few technology items in a somewhat black market set in the city. The immunes that survived had built a city within the city, but no sign of what Wicked once was. You had seen people losing themselves to the Flare, so you started to play around with the idea of a cure again, using Thomas' blood and trying to figure out what made his blood different, without human trials and finding a way to help without draining him from his blood. You managed to do it with Newt. Vitals were missed when he attacked Thomas' back at the Last City and the serum was administered when he woke up on your way to this place. You took the serum and mixed it with some of Thomas' blood and applied a second dose, that one seemed to have done it. Unfortunately there wasn't enough serum for everyone back there and you had to find a way. 

"I can't say" you admit with a smirk. "I need to keep working…" you say as he removes a strand of hair from your face. 

"You look pale every morning, love" he points out.

"Maybe the late nights I'm working" but you knew better than that. Newt hasn't noticed, but you have been having morning sickness more often and feeling dizzy. 

"Take a break" he kisses your forehead. "We have our new home, we have to enjoy it" he says and you smile. You had a slight idea of what could be going, but instead of raising hopes, you rather wait to get things confirmed. 

Vince had brought a doctor who was the one to help you around the idea of a cure, as well as helped you learn a few things about medicine. She agreed to run a few tests while Newt was out with Thomas, Gally and Minho as they went to check an area for tonight to set a bonfire like back at the Glade, just a close group of friends, you have refused when they asked you to go and went to get the results at the medical hut instead. 

"Hey" you greet the doctor after walking into the tent. 

"Y/N," she greets as she turns around. "Couldn't wait I see?" She teases. 

"I have barely slept" you admit with a nervous smirk. "Between this and thinking of ways to make the cure…"

"You shouldn't lose sleep over this" Elena, the doctor, says as she lifts a piece of paper causing your heartbeat to increase. 

"Oh God…" you mutter. 

"You ready?" She asks as she walks towards you and you nod. "You might not know much about medicine and all this, but you were right" she hands you the piece of paper, your eyes widening. "Congratulations."

For a moment every sound goes silent, it felt like everything around you stopped and so many feelings rushed in. How were you supposed to feel? How would Newt react? "I-"

Elena reaches you and places a hand on your shoulder, "Everything alright?"

"I don't know…" you say. "I never really thought about it...I mean, I did but now that it happened…"

"You are scared" she says and you nod your head slowly. "Don't be" she assures you. "If what you are scared of is Newt's reaction, I think he will be shocked at first, but he will grow to the idea of it. He loves you."

"I can't even think of a way to tell him…" you admit. "What about this place? I don't think it's completely baby proof."

"No place is baby proof. Certainly not during these times" she points out. "Doesn't mean everyone will stop having babies. You will have everyone's support I'm that sure. We will look into ways to get what you need as everything goes" somehow her words made your whole body relax. 

You were away from Wicked, away from the Flare it seemed, but you never trusted that. The Flare could travel through air according to Ava, and Wicked could easily find you if they get as determined as they were, if there was anyone left that would go with such crazy trials. It didn't appear so, the times you have been into the Standing City you have not heard a word from Wicked or possible takers in the tasks. Everyone who survived the attack was just trying to get their lives before the Flare decided their faith, and any immune would just mind their business. Would there be anyone crazy enough to bring back what Wicked once was? Or something worse? Your mind was spinning around the idea. You didn't want your kid to be taken away and used for crazy experiments and trials, you knew that much. Not that you wouldn't do anything in your power to keep them safe from anything that happened. 

You have gone back to your new house and went to lay back on the hammock to try to keep all your feelings in check and find a way to tell Newt the news. Will he be happy? Will he have the same thoughts of bringing a baby to the Safe Haven was a bad timing right now? It wasn't planned, but it wasn't not planned either. It was going to happen eventually. You two were careful, but after some time you two stopped, knowing the consequences but did it anyway. Was it maybe that you both have wanted this but never talked about it with the other? You knew you wanted a life with Newt, wanted everything with him, but what about him? Kids were not something you two have talked about before, because you two were now growing into the relationship and taking bigger steps, like the new house he had built up along with the guys for the two of you. 

"Hey, love" Newt calls as he walks in and you turn around from your hammock.

"Hey" he leans in and you peck his lips once you sit up. "How was it?"

"Well, it's not the Glade," Newt says as he stares off blankly. "but it's big enough for a group of us. I don't think many people would get going in the middle of nowhere and set a bonfire and get drunk...or fight Gally" he chuckles and you join him. 

"The latter is the one people won't get" you say and lean against him, your heart beating wildly as you thought of telling him. 

"Probably" he says and wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. "I mean, getting wasted is kind of a thing to go for that one. I don't think that anyone right upstairs would fight Gally, except you when you kicked his ass" he adds. "I'm betting on you to do it again in front of everyone," he smirks. 

"That was a good day" you agree and smirk. "Don't think I'll have the same luck now" he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

"Let's go get ready for tonight" he says and kisses your forehead before pulling you by your hand. 

When you arrive at the bonfire, you see that even if not many have come, it was enough to make you remember your times at the Glade and you feel a knot growing on your throat, eyes watering. You remembered Chuck, Winston and Alby. Newt side eyes you and pulls you close, "I'm okay" you assure him.

"You don't have to be" he throws an arm around your shoulder and kisses the side of your temple. "I know what it feels like," he knew that this was giving you major flashbacks. "They wouldn't want us moping around though, so let's go have some fun" he takes your hand and makes you spin after he pulls away and you giggle, he pulls you close to him again and join the others.

Newt was with the boys while you sat with Harriet, Sonya and Brenda. They knew about your tests, so that was the topic. 

"So? What did they say?" Sonya asks as she leans in. 

"I bet it is what I said. Come on, I can't be the only one who thought about it as soon as she said how she was feeling" Brenda says with her hand extended to you. 

"I don't know if I should tell you" you tease as you grin. "Or just say it at the bonfire...at some point" you say and look back at Newt who gives you a wink, making your cheeks flush. 

"Oh come on, you are gonna make us wait?" Harriet says with a pout. "Please?" Her hand extends and you sigh, pulling out the piece of paper that read the results. You were carrying them around hoping to know when the time would be right. 

The girls gather around Harriet, all of them smiling which only makes you grin wider when their eyes widen and the three look at you in cue. "Oh my God!" Sonya squeals before moving to you and hugging you. 

"Just keep it a secret for a few, I haven't told him yet," you say and she pulls away. 

"Right. Of course. Newt should be the first to know anyway" Sonya says as she pushes her hair back and tries to act normal. "I'm so happy for you guys! It's like everything starts getting normal around here."

"Life wise anyway" Brenda says as she looks at you. "How do you plan on telling him?"

"I'm not sure…" you admit. "but I have to do it soon. Gally is going to bring his moonshine any minute now and I can't find an excuse to neglect it" you point out and just in cue Gally walks to the clearing. 

"Leave that up to me" Brenda says as she stands up and pats your shoulder before walking towards the boy. You eye her curiously and you smile at how nice Gally was around Brenda, not like he wasn't nice with the others, but he smiled and laughed quite often. Brenda puts her hand on his shoulder and you look at Sonya and Harriet. 

"We are as clueless as you are" Harriet says and you laugh. 

Time goes by and you are all eating and laughing. The groups have gotten together and now you were all closer to the bonfire. Gally was around handing over his moonshine and Brenda helped. After everyone had their drink, Brenda spoke, "I know we have done our own bonfires before," she begins, "but this one is different for some of us. To some this is a reminder of how we bonded" she looks at you and you look at Newt who smiles. "For others, it's a reminder that no matter what, we have fun with the people closest to us, our new family" she raises her glass. "For our family" she says and her eyes widen at you and you shake your head before you feel Sonya's hand shoving you slightly, so you stand, holding your own moonshine.

"For our family," your knees feel like giving up on you from how nervous you felt. "For the one that we found..." you trail off. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, hearing the thuds in your ear. "And for the ones on the way" you say and place a hand on your stomach, your eyes glued to Newt whose eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then, there was silence for a few seconds.  

"No way!" Frypan is the first to get it, a huge smile on his lips, Minho eyes him like if he was crazy. 

"Am I missing something here? Secret conversation?" You eye the girls and they are laughing at how clueless the boys were after Minho's words.

"Dude, come on! Y/N is going to have a baby!" Frypan pushes Minho before his smile fades for a moment and looks at you. "At least that's what I took as a hint…?" 

You laugh nervously and you eye Newt whose mind seems to be lost in the maze, everyone is looking at you waiting for the confirmation. "Newt, we…" your words feel jumbled up, "You are going to be a dad" you say and everyone starts cheering around. Newt's eyes go wide open as he processes the information, everyone is patting his back and congratulating him but he was motionless. They come to you as well, and even if you are smiling and saying thanks, your eyes were glued to your boyfriend. 

Everyone started to drink and cheer, except Newt who was looking down at his drink, your mood was slowly dropping, but you found some courage to walk to him after a few minutes. "You alright?" You ask as you sit next to him against a log. 

Your voice breaks him out of his trance and he looks at you before nodding his head, "Yeah, just... wrapping my head around what you just said…"

"I know it's a lot to get around with...I still don't believe it…" you say. 

"I should be more excited...and I am, trust me...but I can't help but think…"

"Newt, I know we never-"

"It's not that" he shakes his head and looks at you. "Not the slightest. I might not have said it, but after everything started to settle down, I started to think about us...our future" he says and takes your hand in his. "I thought so many things and you were always there, but…"

"But?" You were expecting the worst. 

"Y/N, I don't have anything to offer to you, or the baby," you frown as you watch him play with your fingers. "Not now, anyway. This place is being built from scraps.."

"Newt, I don't know what you mean by that…" your free hand goes up to his hair, running your fingers through it. 

 "We have a home now, but... We are still getting used to this place, we don't have all the supplies, the equipment…"

"We do this as it goes, like Thomas does" you say to make him smile, which he chuckles at.

"I know" he continues to play with your fingers avoiding your gaze. You could tell he wasn’t at all convinced, so you tighten your fingers around his. 

"Hey," you call. "Talk to me…" You try to meet his gaze, but it was dropped to your fingers. 

"I-" he pauses. "I am happy, I don't want you to think I am not" he finally meets your eyes. "Having everything with you...Just makes this place way better" he smiles. "And having a little girl just like you" he cups your face with one hand and kisses your lips. "Who else can say they survived what we have and have a family" he says playfully and you grin. "But bringing our baby to this...place, this world…" he confesses, his fingers running nervously on his lips. 

"Newt, I know…" you assure him. 

"I don't want them to go through what we did, Y/N…" he admits. "I don't want them to live in a world where they could be chased for being healthy, or feel cursed because they are not immune to the Flare like I was."

"I'm just as scared and I will work on a cure now more than ever...but we can't start worrying like this…" you take his hand and place it on your stomach. "We will figure it out like we always do, together" he is looking at your stomach, his concerned features softening. 

You can see his body relaxing, his thumb moving soothingly on its place on your stomach. "There is a little boy or girl growing right there and it's ours…" 

"I know you'll do anything for them…" you assure him. You felt like Newt had to be reassured, and you could understand where he came from. He has overcome so much to get where he is now, from the dark places of his mind to what was now his new life. He was doubting himself, to not being able to provide your baby with the best, but what was that here in the Safe Haven? The simplest thing you had them already. You were all healthy, you had a home, food, friends...You still had time to get used to the idea and get adjusted at the thought that soon it was going to be more than just the two of you. 

The Safe Haven has provided you with everything you needed for a basic life, and every now and then as you went to the remains of the city you tried to bring something that would help. Jorge and Brenda were working with technology along with some of the other Gladers from other groups. It was true, this place was being brought up by remains of what once was the Last City, but it was getting close to what you once imagined it would turn to. 

"I love you, princess…" he pulls you in and gives you a kiss, the type he holds his breath and let's go of it softly through his nostrils, making it last. "I'm sorry for not acting like you probably wanted me to…"

"I get it. It's a lot to take in. I feel the same way" you admit. "I was so scared of what you would say" you pause. "But we have gone through so many things together that I don't think a baby will be the exception" you voice. 

"It scares me to death to be quite honest" he says with a smirk. "I'm trying my best to be optimistic here, I am" he paused. "I'm happy to start a family with you, but just the thought of what could happen… This place is not ready for a baby…"

"I know...but we have time. We will know…" he is staring at you lovingly, smiling. 

"Congratulations!" Thomas joins you with Frypan, sitting right besides you. 

"Took you long enough" Minho says as he steps in. 

In the deepest part of your head, you were somewhat disappointed that the boys seemed to be more excited about it then Newt. Yes, the blonde was scared of the what ifs and the possibilities and so were you, yet something told you that he wasn't very wrapped around the idea of it and his mind was only repeating the bad scenarios. 

"Shut up, Minho" Newt says, but the boy only grins. 

"I am going to have a little helping hand in the kitchen in a few months" Fry says. 

"I could use the help patrolling" Thomas and Vince have established a guard in the island. Not like much happened, you knew everyone and they all went by the rules set, but it gave you the sense of feeling that if anything were to happen, you'd be ready. 

"You are all doing bloody plans without the baby even being born" Newt says. 

"Don't look at me I haven't said anything," Minho says. "It'd be nice if it has Y/N's genes though. No offense."

"Well that baby wasn't done just by me, Minho, so be ready" you say playfully. 

"I don't need to know the whole thing so if you can skip the lesson" Minho says. 

"Newt, you alright?" Thomas calls out and you look behind you at your boyfriend. 

"Yeah, just, thinking…" you frown. "Just give me some time, that's all" he admits and smiles, placing his hand on your belly and looms up at you, something told you he will grow to the idea of it soon. 

"So Y/N, can't drink with us now, so let's drink for her" Minho raises his cup and Fry cheers, shoving Newt playfully. 

"To our baby, I guess" he says with a shrug. 

"Our?" Minho questions. 

"Not ours you slinthead" Newt reaches to try to smack the back of Minho's head playfully. "Ours" he looks down at you and you smile softly. 

"It's the baby from our Glade anyway" Thomas says. "I'm happy for the two of you" he gives your arm a soft squeeze and you nod your head. 

"So, when is it too soon to start thinking of names?" Fry asks and the boys look at you. 

"How the hell should I bloody know?" Newt asks after sipping on his cup making the boys chuckle. 

Thomas eyes you as the guys talk to each other, and his eyebrows furrow in question. You shake your head and do a small wave with your hand to tell him that you will talk to him later. If someone could help you understand what was going through Newt's mind was Thomas, or Minho, but mostly Thomas. Newt seems to trust him more for a few things. 

Now it was a matter to wait and see how things went. At least it was out there that you were expecting, and Newt knew. Thing now was, how everything was going to start working after these news… 

[word-addict-lisette]

Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

[blushing-starker]

Having a boyfriend that's a natural rule breaker becomes even more tedious because now it's two people conspiring together, itching to shatter social norms. Sure, they won't pull the fire alarm stunt to get out of a quiz (that's more Rocket and Groot's style), place mirrors on front steps to confuse Fury and nearly give the principal a heart attack (Loki with an exasperated Thor and cackling Hela) or hire a mariachi band to follow hall monitor Alexander Pierce (Steve had joined Bucky and Sam in that one); they'd never sneak into the air vents, fill them with glitter so the haughty board of directors would be covered in pink sparkles when they cranked the ac (Clint and Nat).

Ok, they did help with that last one, buying the shimmering stuff from T'Challa's sister and slipping five jars into Clint's backpack, but they didn't actually go into the vents.

But that's not the point. The point is there are limits to their rule breaking; Tony's spot on the football team and Peter's participation in the art club too important to risk on something as silly as skipping a quiz. No, they thanked their best friends, unhooked the window lock and slithered out only after finishing and handing in the quiz. They weren't amateurs.

Still, Peter knows Tony literally couldn't have chosen a worse time for their impromptu lunch date. (Luckily, he'd expected this exact situation.)

"Tony, they don't even have bad food today. We could just wait until the bell rang to meet up and eat at the bleachers. Like we always do a day before a big game."

His boyfriend swivels around, hooks nimble fingers into his belt loops to pull Peter closer, never once stumbling even while walking backwards. The grin he shows is manic, just this side of wild to let Peter know this isn't about haunting nightmares and bouts of anxiety. This is normal, too high on a feeling Tony Stark. Which means he won't head back to school unless Peter pulls out all the stops...

He's too exhausted from last night's art project to use up energy on the puppy eyes. So he sighs, tugs on the blue varsity jacket Tony loves to show off, kisses a dimple before turning this untamed creature around.

"Come on, I found a new route to that shawarma place with MJ and Ned last week." It sounds exasperated, but Tony knows Peter will do anything to keep him happy. Well. Not anything. There's only so many times they can discuss Star Wars before simply agreeing to disagree on whether Han and Luke are pan or bi.

"What, and you tell me this now?", Tony squawks indignantly from Peter's left side, freezing nose nuzzling into Peter's neck as revenge.

Like a robber caught sneaking into a vault, he raises his hands instantly before shoving Tony away.

"Hey, you were focusing on practice! If I told you, you'd bring Rhodey, he'd bring T'Challa and then Shuri would pop up and who goes where she goes? Bucky, which means Steve and Sam, who'd already be there thanks to Rhodey and of course Clint would somehow appear with Nat. We'd be together so Ned and MJ are gonna be teasing with Betty and half the guys in our grade have a crush on Nat, or MJ or Shuri or Betty or you. So what's the end result? The entire football, soccer, basketball and swim team eating shawarma a week before the games. I am not hearing Coach Coulson scold me for you guys breaking diet again. I'm already on his list, another situation like that and I'll have to run fifteen laps around the field."

"Oh come on, you can do those in your sleep." He could, but again, not the point.

"With a weighted backpack, Tony."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that."

"Before cycling fifteen laps and then swimming fifteen laps."

"Jesus, why would he even do that?" Tony looks at him then, disgruntled at the thought of his boyfriend doing all that.

He shrugs, doesn't want to explain Peter had done it once when it all got too much and he'd needed to release the pent up energy. He hadn't noticed Coach watching him, ready to come help if he hurt himself. They'd talk afterwards, Coulson making him promise to never do that alone. Now it became a reward and a punishment. Peter won the art contest? Fifteen everything to focus his mind and not go jumping off walls in his excitement.

His students wolfing down a thousand calories before a game? Fifteen everything so Peter would at least "time it so it's not during the season, Jesus". To be fair to Peter, Tony participated in almost all the sports teams so scheduling was hard.

"Listen, just don't eat a whole animal, ok? We can split it, eat enough," he glares at Tony, pushing through even as the puppy eyes come out, "and then head to the movies. They're showing Aliens for a few days cuz of Halloween and I already texted the guys to come during lunch."

His boyfriend, smart and sharp and witty, just blinks at him. "But we have class after lunch."

"Technically, but I convinced Mr Pym to let the class out of lab so we could all hang out. It's the one class we share so now the whole group can see it together."

Tony stops, eyes wide and mouth open.

"You, what, planned this?"

"Yeah, something fun before tomorrow to take it off your mind for a while. Or, you know, not make it stand out as much. I know how focused you get, and it's really great, having that as a goal, strategizing and taking it seriously. But I also know it can be a lot, so I thought we should all hang out since each of us has something coming up and we aren't spending much time together. Which I get, responsibilities and family and school; I just missed it and I can't be the only one, right? So yeah, this was planned. Like, two weeks ago. When MJ found the new route, it was like a sign. And I really want you to relax and enjoy the whole, I have friends that care for me and a boyfriend that loves-"

He slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes impossibly wide and cheeks flaming. Tony and Peter stand immobile, the world reduced to beat up sneakers breaking the simplicity of yellow lines on black, a flickering neon sign telling them the shawarma place is open and two hearts slowly starting to beat again after that confession.

Ned would say it's romantic. MJ would bluntly remind them it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of the road even if they're saying I love you. And with good reason, since there's the telltale roar of a car bursting with teenagers, voices howling out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. And of course Peter notices the noise of rubber swerving against gravel, the screeching of old brakes and a few terrified shrieks harmonizing with a sharp wind blasting into him out of nowhere. Before he can react, Tony is there, wrapping his arms around Peter and shoving them both into the little patch of grass that grows from a crack in dirty pavement.

There's a moment where his whole world flips, tumbles until he screws his eyes shut and prepare himself for whatever the fuck caused that noise. But nothing comes. Only a sigh blowing a stray curl away from his forehead. But a sigh? Why would?

Tony.

He gasps, jolts upright and apologizes when that just serves to jostle his boyfriend further into the ground. His boyfriend who'd flip them so Peter wouldn't be hurt. Tony is peering at him through half shut eyes, discomfort clear on the grimace he tried to transform into a sheepish grin.

"So, you love me, huh?"

It's the stupidest thing Tony Stark has ever said.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, you could have shattered a wrist, dislocated a shoulder, torn an ACL, bent a leg-"

"This is not what I expected. Also it was a three foot leap forward on grass, I'm fine, Peter."

"Or bashed your head, or busted an arm and then what would you do for the game tomorrow? Who the hell does that?"

"The guy you love, apparently."

"That's not the point, Tony, that's unimportant because you nearly got hurt. Christ, Coulson will slaughter me if there's a scratch on you, and then your mom would be sad and I'd be sad because, what would I do without you? And don't you ever do that again, I can't take it. I am not losing you, Tony. God, why would you do that, risk so much on-"

"On you? Babe, I'd do it again. Ok, not the right thing to say based on the whole face thing you got going on right now. But just hear me out. Don't, stop hitting me, ow, why are you hitting, how are you this strong, Jesus. Ow, stop it. Peter, for fuck's sakes, I love you, you animal. Now please let go of the jacket, it'll get wrinkles."

His hands unclasp the soft cotton, Tony falling back with a groan and Peter's unhinged jaw snapping shut after fifteen seconds of letting the flies in.

It's a wonderful thing, hearing the guy he's loved for so long say it back, say he loves Peter.

It's also fucking stupid since there's even more reason to not do stunts like that.

"You're an idiot. I'm in love with a guy that has one shared brain cell with Steve. You could have been hurt, Tony. And what would that have done, huh?"

His boyfriend sighs yet again, wraps an arm around Peter to push them from the ground and heads to the car where their friends are gawking. He waves them off, offers a "Yeah, I know I'm amazing, no, I didn't break anything, T'challa, yes, I can play, Jesus, Rogers, I can read you like a book. I appreciate the worry, Bruce; Nat, thanks for calming him down. Rhodes, excellent driving. No need to hog the seats, Sam, we need to settle in. Peter, you can keep cursing me out if you, yeah, see how it's nice being fun size when you fit in my lap in a car full of people. What, I'm not walking after that, I don't care if it's til we reach the parking. Let's go, Rhodes. Pepper, I'm fine. "

Clint offers a high five. Tony responds and that's that. Out of sight, Ned gives him a fist bump and MJ keeps on reading her book. It could just be his imagination, but Tony's sure she's smiling, approval clear on her face. He preens, glad to have her blessing, and settles his head on Peter's fluffy hair.

-----

When they're all laughing in a booth, smashed together and picking food off of everyone's plate, Peter nuzzles the crook of his neck, holds his hand and squeezes it. Tony smiles, lights up and shoves at Sam's face when the trio of best friends tease him for puffing his chest out when his boyfriend ever so softly says, "I love you."

"I love you, too." The table whoops and calls for another round of food and Coca-Cola, their family grinning at them and fondly teasing the new couple. Tony grins back, high on this feeling of warmth and happiness and safety and love.

And then Peter presses ice cold lips onto his neck and he lets out a shout, pain coursing through him when a knee slams into the table. His eyes water and through the haze of agony he sees their friends exchanging cash, some grumbling and others smirking. Rhodey and MJ, he notes, are the ones that win the most. They high five before pocketing the cash and ordering dessert.

Peter kisses his cheek, smile innocent and eyes wicked. It's his own fault Tony snatches an ice cube and slips it below his Nirvana shirt. He only has five seconds to lord his victory over Peter before there's ice cream being smeared on his cheek. They battle then, accidentally sending food into Wanda's lap, Clint's hair and Bucky's face.

In less than a minute they are all covered in shawarma and participating in the fight. Peter shrieks when Tony pulls him into his lap, gets chicken on the varsity jacket and tries to wriggle away. But Tony kisses him, tastes ice cream and joy, thanks whoever decided to give him a break and find this incredible person dozing on the roof of the school with Ned and MJ one spring afternoon. Peter kisses back and, at the same time, they say, confidently, honestly,

"I love you."

This is dedicated to @drarryismyshit07

[curiouscarllee]

Hello, I'm making a list of my OCs with a bit of art and information! I am doing this because I feel as though I post a lot about my characters without ever providing any detail, so, here you go :) On top of this, I'd like to state that I am always intrested in hearing about your ocs as well, you are more than welcome to send me an ask about them or about my own characters :)

Fairlynn: My Main

Fairlynn is a bosmer, he is the Hero of Kvatch and also Sheogorath. He is a tad unpredictable and has some mental issues in regards to mirroring the mad god and myself. Fairlynn was 28 when he started with saving the world, only 29 when it ended and full of grief with Martin's passing. This drove him to the Shivering Isles in hopes that he could persuade a daedric prince to revive his beloved. That's not at all how it went down, upon noticing this realm was not one of a stronger prince, Fairlynn was tempted to leave the plane but found himself infatuated with it instead.

After a few years, the princes sensed a danger approaching, one in the form of an imperial male that had the possibility of defeating them. Therefore, they agreed to send one of themselves down to nirn in an attempt to stop it. Unfortunately, they chose Fairlynn to get the job done and yeeted him down where the bosmer began to gather enforcments in the form of other people which he thought would become allies when they grew older.. But what he didn't expect was the imperial managed to befriend every. Single. One. Of the people Fairlynn had set on course to hate the man, none of them truly did. That's the exact moment where he went, "if you can't beat em' join em'." And promptly joined the group in his mortal form without revealing to them who he was. Instead the group thinks he's just a skooma addict that is talented in the ways of fighting. They have no idea.

Ragnar

This is that imperial male stated in the last description. This man is destined to destroy the influence of the daedric princes on the mortal people, however, he has the intelligence of a box of rocks and everyone doubts this prophecy to be true. The only time one can possibly think this true is when he displays his power in the midst of battle, he was blessed by the divines at birth, each giving him power to defeat the evil of the world. He his bound to use it.. But he never uses it for good, I mean,, why would he? He could kill anyone he wants! No way he's gonna be the "good hero"! (Basically, this was my brother's character and he used mods to make him op so I had to improvise.)

Past wise, my brother and I decided to intertwine him with the lore. You rememeber the song Ragnar the Red? That was Ragnar's father. In truth, his name should be Ragnar the second or Ragnar Jr. but his mother, Matilda, said "hahahaha, no, your father was a mess and you shall not be him." and removed the second part. After his mother died of a sickness, Ragnar hesitantly moved towns in search of work. He missed his mother greatly and would give anything to have her back.

S'arra

Meet S'arra, she is a khajiit female and the heart of the group (along side another who you'll meet shortly). S'arra is the youngest, she may be sweet but she'll rob you blind if she sees a chance. S'arra came from a happy family in Elsywer, she was the child of F'awn and Ja'zaka, two khajiit with completely different sets of morals. Ja'zaka was a born bandit, he was wild and carefree, F'awn (My friends oc :)) was a gentle and caring woman, she loved to live. When F'awn got pregnant, her brother, J'ar, lost his mind. J'ar was fueled with anger towards Ja'zaka and at one point made an attempt at his brother-in-law's life. It was at that moment J'ar was kicked from F'awn's life, he ran from his home and joined a vampire clan/bandit group in Skyrim.

Only months after her birth, Ja'zaka disappeared. He ran and never came back. F'awn tried her best to raise S'arra, but one morning S'arra was taken from her by a rabid animal that invaded the town. The creature took off with S'arra and lead the small khajiit to it's den where a caravan traveling to Skyrim would soon find her and take her with them, raising her as their own on the roads of Skyrim. The caravan was killed and attacked by a certain bandit group/vampire clan (hahaha, yup, the one J'ar is in). S'arra joined the group in hopes of revenge, although, she'll keep that bit to herself. ;)

Adoren

Now this orc, oh he's amazing. He is an old man, a precious old man with a past of pain and betrayal. In order to introduce his past, we need to introduce his adpoted brother first:

Zanik

This is Adoren's adopted brother, Zanik (grandson of Nellie), a not so nice older man. Zanik was thrown out by his father a young age, more precisely, he was thrown in a river by his father in one of his father's crazed fits. Zanik can't swim, he hates water more than anything else in his life. The dunmer was washed to shore near an orc stronghold where he was picked up by Adoren and adopted by the orcs family. Zanik and Adoren lived happily for many many years, one day they went on an exploration to scout for different hunting grounds. It started to pour causing the two to take shelter in a dwemer ruin. That's when they heard soft groaning and sounds of pain coming from down one of the halls. Hesitantly, they explored. Only to find:

Kidawe

My most lore breaking character! Meet Kidawe, a small snow elf from one of the last remaining villiages of falmer! Now, yes, I am breaking the lore because, since when has canon lore stopped me? Kidawe lived on top of the mountains to the north of Cyrodiil and the South of Skyrim. His village is small and portable, in case they need to move, the tribe of elves is shrouded in mystery, they've managed to live this long and refuse to leave their mountain. Kidawe doesn't listen to that, he runs off each night in search for dwemer ruins, things he find more then interesting. The young elf holds no fear when he's in his element, and he loves to explore. One evening, while in a ruin he is attacked by a vampire/bandit named Raeferth (the leader) who pushes him to join the group, trying to convince the snow elf that his expertise is needed. Kidawe refuses and then engages in battle with the nord, he looses and ends up pinned under a fallen pillar that crushes his arm.

Upon waking up after falling unconscious from the pain, Kidawe is met with the sight of Adoren and Zanik standing over him. After many many months of trust building, the two get Kidawe to befriend them. Kidawe uses their help to fashion himself a new arm from dwarven parts found in the ruin. After a few years, Kidawe disappears. He was taken by force by Raeferth (the others do not know this). Adoren and Zanik are heart broken. They miss their friend greatly.

Adoren/Zanik Pt.2

After losing Kidawe, these two go off and join a bandit group.. Yes the same vampire clan group. Adoren thrives in the group, he his strong and more then willing to get his hands dirty. Zanik.. Not so much. Zanik is only kept around because of Adoren. They all know not to mess with Zanik or else they mess with Adoren.

After spending a few years with them, Adoren decides he can't continue this. Zanik begs him not to leave, trying to make the orc realize that this group will not let them go without hurting them. Adoren doesn't listen and leaves the bandits, later that day the stronghold is burnt to the ground. Adoren looses everything in the fire, his parents pass away, his friends and family. Instead of processing lose normally, he makes it up in his head that the reason Zanik was warning him was because Zanik had a hand in it. Therefore the two fight and Adoren punches Zanik, he's wearing a ring that catches under Zanik's flesh and pratically tears off his cheek leaving the dunmer with a horrible scar. Adoren warns Zanik never to speak with him again.

Which of course doesn't stand because after they grew up into old men, they cross eachother's paths once more. They both join up with the good guy group at different times, Adoren joins first after he finds them in his house, and Zanik joins when he is once again found washed up on the shore.

Zorlin

Not much on this boio, he was my first oc in the Elder Scrolls. He's an argonian heavy set warrior. Zorlin is silent and cut throat, he is a part of the Brotherhood and only joins the good guy group after his brother, Tu'ru is 'murdered' by Raeferth.

Tristane

There is so much on him. I'm just going to do bullet points:

Born in Skyrim 200+ years ago. He never knew his true parents and was instead brought up by a wealthy noble family. They more kept him around for labor.

He befriends 3 local kids, Mayrn (breton like him), Raeferth (nord trouble maker), and Lynik (Raeferth's brother).

They all cause problems and Tristane falls in love with Raeferth :D

One day Raeferth claims to have found immortality, Tristane instantly says "No, I'm not doing this." And leaves the friend group, trying to focus on himself.

He is then framed for a crime he didn't commit and sent to Cyrodiil's Imperial Prison. Then he is bailed out by the Emperor and sent to Morrowind.

Morrowind happens, Tristane changes from whining child to even whiner child with the ability to cast spells.

After Morrowind, Tristane travels to Solstiem where he is confronted with Mayrn and Lynik (both as bandit vampires).

Mayrn and Lynik try to force him back to Skyrim to see Raeferth and join them. Tristane, as he said before, says "no". So they kill him.

Now they don't really kill him, they use a method I made up called Soul Gem Reflection. This is something I completely made up but I like it so sue me. I can write an entire post on this alone so we're just gonne say, "Soul gem reflection is a method in which the targets soul is directed towards an object they held dear in life instead of dying. They're life essence is held in the soul gem, but they live in the object."

In this case, Tristane was reflected in his journal.

Lynik felt horrible for doing this to his friend, he felt guilty and returned the journal which he unknowingly relfected the breton in, and gave it to Tristane's family who in turn stuffed the journal in the basement.

Fast forward 200+ years and Adoren buys the manor, finding Tristane's journal inside and opening it. Surprise! Out springs a ghostly figure of Tristane who then convinced Adoren to take him along with the group!

Other Characters:

This is J'ar. He's mentioned above.

Also, here's some more character that aren't affiliated with the group:

-Baendil and Baendal are bosmer brothers, they were abandoned by their parents and instead found by cranky altmer father Kornan. They're bandits (not related to vampires at all). They're bad, not morally wrong but actually just bad at being bandits. They couldn't rob you even if you asked them to.

-I will add more later I'm sure.

[lavendersoft]

Until I met you.

3/?

-Street Fighter! Jimin x Reader

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi wouldn’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of sexual assault/ harassment, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: lil fluffy :)

Jimin doesn’t visit Yoongi’s grave.

He hasn’t in a while, at least. He has seen Yoongi far too often since his death, actually. And he decided long ago that visiting graves only bring him grief and sorrow, not solace like most people.

Something was different this morning; off. Yoongi wasn't lurking. He wasn't staring at Jimin in the shadows or murmuring in Jimin’s ear. He’s just... gone.

But that doesn't stop Jimin from drinking his guilt away like he usually does. If he's being honest with himself, Jimin probably wouldn't be able to cope without his daily dose of alcohol.

He could just picture Hoseok and Jin laughing at him if they were here. They were always the big drinkers of the group. Jimin hardly drank and when he did, he’d get drunk faster than the rest. The memory brings Jimin no joy, knowing what came of everyone. In fact, he’d rather not remember.

The useless alarm clock rings beside Jimin’s bed. The machine never gets the chance to actually wake him up since he’s awake before dawn every morning due to the nightmares.

Hm. Maybe I should call Dr. Bang?

As he reaches over to dial his therapist’s number, her name pops up instead.

Y/n: I had a lot of fun last night, minus the weird guy in the alley lol

Jimin wonders how she could dilute such a pig to just a “weird guy” but he decided not to bring it up.

Jimin: me too. 

Send.

What? That’s it? Come on.

Jimin: um so if you ever want to do-

Delete.

Jimin: cool. so do u wanna see a-

Delete.

Flirting is a lot harder than Jimin remembers. He sighs heavily and tosses his phone down, opting to shower away his self-frustration. Right when he starts rinsing and lathering, however, an idea lights up his mind.

Of course.

A few hours later he is standing outside of his old dance studio, the one he’d go frequently with Yoongi on their days off work.

He hasn’t been here in months. Nevertheless, this place hasn't changed a bit. This place was their own little private piece of paradise. It was a cozy, secluded building on the outskirts of the city, but it had the best view at any time of day. Jimin had the best memories here. Memories of his whole friend group coming and visiting him while he danced. Hoseok always had the best advice for him and they’d end up dancing together. 

Jimin stares at the oak door, then glances at the key in his hand. He contemplates if he is even ready to be back in there. But she’s going to be here soon. He’d asked her if she wanted to use his old studio to practice dancing and had given her the address. So, he bites his lip and turns the knob.

The angelic light that flows in from the window is the first thing he notices when he walks in. The room looks so much more spacious than he remembers, probably because he was never in here alone. The huge, wall-length mirror expands further than he remembered. You’d think that he’d still remember every detail of this room, being that he was here close to every day. But he doesn't. These last nine months have hurt more than his heart. I can’t remember worth a damn nowadays.

He closes his eyes and stands in the middle of the room, soaking in the sunlight, breathing in the familiar smell of the walls and floor. This building always had such a distinct smell. You’d probably call him crazy if he said he could just faintly hear the laughter that always filled this place. There was never a bad situation that happened here. It was untainted with the strife and stress of their daily lives. All of their struggles and grievances, they were dropped at the door.

They came here to forget. They came here because it was their haven. A pure haven. 

And now he’s sharing it with you.

Also, he thinks it could use a good dusting. So, he gets to work.

But he’s soon interrupted by one of those endlessly annoying, nagging thoughts that pop into his head as he sprays down the mirror with Windex.

I’m expecting too much. I don’t even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And I’m letting her into my most sacred place. It’s just too fast. It’s gonna scare her. 

He lifts his gaze and stares at himself in the foggy mirror for the first time in ages.

As if I could scare her any more than I have. I’ve practically beat the life out of a man on our first date. 

But she’s still coming. She’s still coming.

He tears his eyes away from the man lingering in front of him to get back to work.

After an hour of dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the studio looked exactly how he left it the last time. Then, a knock at the door startles him. He’s not used to anyone knocking on the studio door, it was always open to his friends.

He jogs overhastily to let her in.

The moment the door reveals her, her eyes light up in awe.

“Wow! It’s huge!” She blushes when she realizes she hasn't even greeted him yet. 

“Uh, I mean good morning.” She scratches her head awkwardly. 

“Morning.” His reply seems bland compared to all the work he’d just put into cleaning the place up as to not embarrass himself... and possibly impress her. He’d never admit that, though.

“It’s so much bigger than the one I practice in! And it has natural light!” She saunters over the window, pulling open the curtain entirely. She freezes.

“Mine doesn't even have windows! And yours has-”

“Cool, huh?” He chuckles. She really is cute.

“A full view of the city? It’s more than cool, it’s like a dancers dream!”

It was. Once.

“So, do you like.. own it?” She asks the question as if it would offend him in some way.

“Sort of.”

It was Yoongi’s first gift to Jimin, before they’d even started dating. It was by far the greatest gift he’d ever received.

“I co-own it.”

“Ah.” She nods, dropping the subject entirely. “Oh, hey, a radio!”

She’s so enthusiastic about everything. Jimin smirks.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if it still work-” He cut off by a stream of soft music filling the room. He remembers this song well. It’s the last song he’d been listening to that night, before-

“Oh, I love this song.” She looks over her shoulder with a look that almost resembled mischief. “Wanna dance..?”

“Oh... uh.. I don’t know. I’m probably kind of rusty.”

“Please?” Oh, this could get dangerous. It’s really hard to say no to her.

“Okay, but don't laugh.”

“Promise.” She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for him to lock his with her own. He does so, gladly.

Take my hand.

She places her hand in his. He wraps his hand lightly around her waist.

Take my whole life, too.

They fumble a bit, awkwardly stepping on each other’s toes as if they weren't both trained professionals.

For I can't help falling in love with you.

She finds her balance, he finds his rhythm.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes-

They glide over the dance floor like water.

Some things are meant to be.

The chorus repeats once more. He looks into her eyes now, instead of at his feet. She has a smile on her face that says she hasn't a care in the world at the moment.

I can't help falling in love with you...

The music fades and Jimin curses the song for starting in the middle instead of the beginning. He wants longer with her.

The next song starts and it’s a more upbeat one. One he made a choreography to. He’s almost tempted to show her before-

She already dancing. The exact same dance he created. He stands in shock. Every move, every step, everything is smooth and right on beat.  But how did she know?

He struggles to find the words to ask. Instead, he slowly starts to dance along with her. The look of confusion that crosses her face when she glances in the mirror and spots him following along with her perfectly is priceless. She falters for just a brief seconds before turning around and facing him, still hitting each beat. 

He smirks at her when the song finishes, she at a loss for words.

“How did you..? Where did you learn that?”

“Learn? I didn't learn it. I created it.” A stark silence enters the room.

“I’m sorry, what?” She’s obviously having a hard time processing.

“I made it.”

“But.. my dance teacher said it was made by some prodigy, like, years ago.”

He holds up his index finger, gesturing to himself. “That’d be me.”

“Stop playing with me. There’s no way... I mean-”

And so the afternoon went on. They discussed their dreams, their hopes, where they came from, favorite places to visit. 

Somewhere in between talking about her family home, she offered to order take out. He obliged and paid before she could oppose it. He felt terrible that they didn't have a proper place to eat- not even chairs. He’d pulled out an old blanket from the storage closet and made a makeshift picnic. He’d hoped to God that she didn't notice the faint musty odor from being in storage for so long. If she did, she didn't say anything.

 When they continued to talk, they even found out that they attended the same dance school when they were both beginners, not at the same time though. He has started dance much sooner in life than she.

He was called a prodigy, or so everyone told him. He was meant to be something. Something bigger than what he turned into.

“Hey. Wanna see something cool?” He asks when he notices the light in the room beginning to turn a deep gold, indicating the sun was setting. The really talked all day, huh?

“Always.”

He takes her hand and leads her into the hallway, all the way to end. They reach a door and he reaches up the top of the door frame to search for the key. After successfully unlocking it, the door opened to reveal an old, and he will admit, slightly sketching looking staircase. To his surprise, she enters without fear. She barely even waits for him.

Once they reach the top he opens the door and then stands out of her way, not wanting to block to the view. And he also wanted to make sure he could see her reaction.

There’s a silence that falls between them as she takes in the view of the city. Jimin inwardly praises himself for knowing all the best times of day to come to the roof, 6:22 pm sharp is one of those times. The world around them glows with golden, orange, and red light. The sun looks as if it’s searing the city, completely ablaze.

“Wow.” She takes in the sight of the tall shadows belonging to the buildings and trees as they grow even longer. 

Wise men say only fools rush in.

[fal-carrington]

Are you with me?

Pairing: F!Avery x Mc

Rating: Angst, fluffy

Disclaimer: The characters belongs to PB.

Summary: After the Vinyls disaster, with her career and her contract with Overnight Records in jeopardy, Tessa has a date with more bottles of wine than she would have wanted on an ordinary night. But when an unexpected surprise comes to her door, perhaps that terrible night hasn't come to an end yet.

“Do nothing, did you hear me? Don't talk to anyone, don't post anything on social media, and don't go outside!” Tessa cringed as she heard Fiona's shouts on the other end of the line. "Listen, kid, you gave me a big mess to fix up so... Just don't make things worse, okay?" Fiona sighed, as if trying to pull herself together, and hung up.

Tessa tossed her cell phone across the rug and leaned her head against the couch seat, trying to get her mind in place. But it was incredibly hard to try not to think of anything other than the events of that night. If only she had tried to control herself before jumping on that... that snake. Tessa bit her lip, clenching her fists and taking another sip of her cheap wine, feeling the bitter liquid come down her throat.

As hard as she tried, her anger at Jaylen didn't abate, Tessa thought of all the times she'd been kind and nice to her. Really trying not to give the media the much-acclaimed fight they wanted so badly. And now finally they got what they wanted. A real fight. Fiona's words were very specific when she said that this event was supposed to bury the hatchet between them, but now... Now Tessa had really screw up and ruined everything.

That was her first big award event, her first opportunity to do a big show in front of a lot of celebrities she admired her whole life and now she felt like an big idiot. More than anything, what Avery should be thinking now? Tessa ran a hand through her caramel hair, tears streaming from her eyes as she thought of the singer.

Avery should be hating her now, this was her big night. Avery had won in her category, it was her dream coming true, that night should be about her, but Tessa didn’t thought about that. Now everything was on the line, she could lose everything. Her career, her contract with Overnight Records, her publicist, and... Avery.

The mere thought of losing her made Tessa's heart sink, suddenly her career didn't matter as much as losing that british that always manage to make her heart race faster when Tessa saw her. Avery hadn't spoken to her since the event, Fiona and Ellis had rushed Tessa so fast into the limo that the last thing she saw was the heartbroken look Avery shot her. It was painful.

“I'm an idiot.” Tessa sobbed, running a hand through her hair once more. Never in her life the thought of ever be dating the pop star, Avery Wilshere crossed her mind. But here she was, just the night Tessa and Avery went public with their relationship to the media... Everything had gone into space.

Of course she had called Shane, maybe he was the only person she wanted to talk to at this moment, but her best friend didn't answer her calls. Tessa laughed to herself with irony at how it seemed to be a nightmare. Her head was heavy and suddenly the room began to spin, her stomach rumbled angry, maybe she also shouldn't have drunk so much alcohol, but she didn't care anymore.

Tessa cringed and lay back on the carpet, trying to make that sensation stop, she brought the half-full bottle close, ready to take another sip, when the doorbell rang.

"Go away!" She moaned against the pillow, but whoever it was, kept insistent ringing the bell.

Tessa moaned after the insistence continued, she scrambled to her feet, grabbing the couch and nearly tripping on the way to the door. After a fight against the doorknob and the door locks, she finally managed to open it. Her eyes finding the last person she expected to see that night.

Avery.

She was stunning, as always. Making Tessa’s heart almost jump out of her chest just looking at her. Avery had replaced her glamorous dress with a white shirt under a leather jacket and jeans. Her blond hair and those blue eyes... those dreamy blue eyes. The singer's expression went to shock in mere seconds upon seeing Tessa's condition.

The singer's caramel hair barely caught in a bun with a few strands of hair falling, her cheeks flushed and her green eyes usually bright, were empty and red from crying with that smudged pencil mark. She wore nothing more than a sweatshirt set, her old hoddie from her university.

"Hi." Avery said, still in complete shock, and yet, she tried to hide it. She was so considerate about Tessa’s feelings. Her eyes were full of sympathy and something else, maybe love? "Oh my dear god, Tessa..."

"... Evening." Tessa managed to answer, leaning against the doorframe, to stand upright. She managed to get away from the door, she went inside to find the lost bottle. Avery followed, closing the door behind her.

"Are you drunk?" Avery asked looking at her warily. Tessa stumbled to a chair, where she sat with difficulty. She noticed that Avery left a pink box on the sink. That wasn't the way that it should be, usually if she was sober enough, she would be embarrassed to let Avery see her like that, but Tessa wasn't sober to care.

"I had one or two... Drinks." Tessa said looking at Avery, admiring her features, maybe this was one of the last times she would see her. How beautiful she was.

"I brought donuts." Avery said opening the box. “I didn't know whether or not if you had eaten anything, Fiona took you out of the event so quickly that I didn't even have time to—” She stopped pacing, looking into Tessa's blank eyes. "I'm so sorry. Really. If I had known, I would have tried to do something.”

“It's alright… Alright.” Tessa gave her a drunken smile. "I'm screwed, and there's nothing you can do about it, let it alone."

“I won't let it go, Tessa!” Avery said with her hands on her hips and a serious look on her face. “Do you know the severity of what happened today? What did you do ?! Your entire career is at stake! Everything you have built so far, you can lose! ”

"... My song, she took my song and said it was hers." Tessa grunted staring into the void, making Avery's shoulders drop at the words.

“I know how much this song means to you. I know it hurts, but Tessa, you have to understand that—” Avery said those words carefully, and Tessa already knew where it was going.

"...Just do it already." Tessa grunted again, raising her tearful eyes to Avery, who raised her eyebrows. She was hurt as hell, and Avery was being kind and gentle again, but that only made the situation even worse.

"Do what ?!" Avery asked without understand.

“Oh, please.” Tessa scrambled to her feet, staring into those perfect blue eyes. “I know why you’re here. Fiona or Ellis talked to you, didn't they? So do it already. Cut the chase. This will hurt, but I think it's something I'll have to get over, right?”

"What are you talking about ?!" Avery asked.

"You're here to break up with me, aren't you?" Tessa said running a hand through her hair, watching Avery's pale expression. “It makes perfect sense, because the amazing pop star, her majesty in person—” She gestured to Avery. “Why would you ruin your image by being with a crazy chick who went at the stage to attack America's poor sweetheart? It doesn't sell well to anyone, much less to you.” The shock on Avery's face changed to anger in just seconds at hearing those words.

“Listen to me now, Tessa Dorian.” She pointed a finger at Tessa, causing her to cringe. “I won't take your words to the heart because I know you are deeply hurt and drunk. I may be a celebrity, but I'm still a person with feelings. And most of all, I'm your girlfriend now, and everyone knows that. And no matter what Ellis or Fiona will say, I'm not going to break up with you.” Avery said, kneeling down, searching for her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I ruined your night." Tessa said obviously upset. “I ruined everything for us.”

"You didn’t and doesn’t matter now." Avery shook her head with a half smile. “You and I are real. I know that, and I won't let anyone get in the way and ruining everything between us.” Avery took her hands, wiping a tear that ran down Tessa's cheek. "So please, love, have a little faith in us, as I have."

“Do you promise?” Tessa tilted her face, touching her forehead against Avery's.

"I promise." Avery said softly and firmly.

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Shigraki with a crazy scientist S/O

I got inspired to write this after listening to this song on Spotify. In my mind I was like, how cute would it be if Shiggy had a S/O that was in the LoV but was just this completely insane scientist. So here goes my first time writing for Shigadusty-

Reader's Gender: Gender-neautral

Warnings: Mentions of dead animals and humans, sadism, blood, murder, drugging, and slight Masochism (it's only there if you squint)

Song that inspired this:

When you first joined the Leauge Shigraki wanted nothing to do with you.

Saw you as a more annoying version of Toga due to your hyperactive personality and they way that you always mumbled things under your breath whenever you weren't engaging in a full on conversation.

You took a liking to Tomura for whatever reason and would follow him around whenever you weren't experimenting.

He did not like this what so ever and would always threaten to decay you.

Would get flustered when you'd just smirk and go "Do it~".

After a while he just got used to you following him around like a puppy dog.

It is what it is man.

He fell in love with you when he saw you repeatedly stab a man in the chest with a scalpel after you overheard him say 'science is nothing but fiction and all scientist are frauds' then drag him to an alley way, cut off the pieces of skin you touched so your finger prints wouldn't be traced and dump him in the trash.

His heart sure went 'Doki Doki'.

He looked at you, looked at the dumpster and then looked back at you before flatly saying.

"That was insanely hot, and you're mine now"

Not the best way to ask someone out but baby boy didn't know, he's new to this.

Good thing you took the hint, and boy were you thrilled!

First time you two tried sleeping in the same bed together you were covered in blood from one of the experiments you conducted and attempted to get into Shigaraki's bed but he stopped you.

"You're showering before you even think about getting into my bed. I don't want blood all over my sheets" "Nooo, I don't waaaaaannnnnaaaa"

After several times of you refusing and him almost getting stabbed when he tried to force you into the shower, he just put you back in your room and went back to his. He was disappointed though, he kinda wanted to sleep with you. (Not in that way you perverted fecks)

Second time you two actually got to sleep in the same bed. You walked in completely blood free and threw yourself onto your dusty boyfriend's bed.

He scolded you for your actions but shut up when you started cuddling him.

Is this love and affection?

Fell asleep but would wake you every time you moved, after you attempted to stab him when he tried to make you take a shower he's been paranoid that'll you'll try when he's sleeping.

Poor baby didn't get any sleep.

After you two started sleeping together more often his paranoia started fading and he began to feel safe in your hold, yearning for it whenever you would leave early in the morning to go find a new victim test subject while the cops and pros were still waking up and a lot of them weren't on duty yet and the ones that are were already heading home.

He'll be right there as soon as you come back to the hideout with two bodies slung over both shoulders.

Shiggy will sit there and watch you go through with your sadistic experiments on either a human or an animal.

Acts like your psychotic experiments don't freak him the fuck out.

They do.

Low-key likes helping you do experiments though, makes him feel smart and important.

Gets a bit uneasy when you start cackling out of nowhere as you tear through your 'test subject'

How can someone who looks so pure and geeky be so sadistic and crazy?

Asked you one day why you do what you do. Is it for some person, sadistic gain? Or were you actually trying to figure something scientific out?

Surprised when you tell him that you're actually trying to figure where and how quirks manifest, how they work and what things certain quirks can handle.

"Ok, but why do you kill them after you do your notes and shit?" "They know too much by then, plus, I can take their blood and give it to Toga so she has more people to turn into and the organs may help the Leauge in the future"

You may be crazy but, fuck were you smart.

Asked why you experimented on animals if they didn't have quirks, you said "For fun and stress relief of course"

Yeah, he may be evil but he ain't about to let you literally murder an innocent animal just for shits and giggles.

Makes sure you're far away from animals as possible.

Told Toga to hide her vampire bat whenever you went into her room.

Sometimes you'll start having what Spinner dubbed 'Crazy fits' where you just cackle at random ass times, ramble on and on about jack shit, and try attacking someone from the Leauge with a knife.

Mainly Dabi.

And for that reason, it turns Tomura on.

He doesn't know why, but seeing you completely lose your shit gets him going and makes him love you even more, cause even the craziest crazies have an even crazier side and that makes him feel more... normal, if that makes sense.

You honestly give Toga and Twice a run for their money with how crazy you are during that period of time.

When you two are out in public, Shigraki makes sure you don't stray to far from him unless you see someone who would be a good test subject. Even then, he still follows you to make sure everything goes smoothly.

Any guy looks at you and Shigraki will make them a pile of ash, your his crazy scientist, no body elses.

Same goes for you, be it guy or girl, if anyone looks at your Shiggy they'll end up being a volunteer for your experiments.

When Tomura throws a temper tantrum you're right there to calm him down...with a syringe.

Wakes up in his bed with you snuggled up next to him but has no recollection of how he got there.

Loves you with all his dusty heart but at the same time fears you may snap one day and try to murder him.

If he says that out loud while talking with you, your face will darken and you'll lean forward, lips grazing his ear before whispering.

"The more you fear me, the more reasons I'll give you to fear me"

Whoop, now he's turned on.

You are the Bonnie and Clyde of Japan and damn does it feel good.

At the end of the day, even if you two are both insane villains, you both have a heart that beats for the other. Shigaraki truly does love you and sees you as the only person he can trust besides AOF. And you? Well, you see this dusty boy as someone who actually accepts your crazy and psychotic ways, and you love him dearly for that. Even if you do want to murder him sometimes and take out his organs, but hey, that's just how you are.

💜Maddox💜

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The Outsider (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary:

It's your first night on the streets of LA. You have just arrived and you have nowhere to sleep. You meet Nikki at a bar and he offers to let you stay with him. You are the outsider.

Warnings:

Language, fluff, abuse, considering smut

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It took you guys about two hours, but you finally found where Tommy's friend is playing. You walk in behind Nikki, keeping a strong grip on his hand. You really don't want to lose Nikki. You know how easily he can disappear in a crowd like this. You walk over to bar with Nikki and Tommy behind you. Mick went home. He said his back was hurting him too bad. You settle down on the stool. You look at the stage, trying to figure out who Tommy's friend is.

The lead singer actually isn't that bad. He's really attractive to. He's got blonde hair and moves that are driving the ladies wild. You nearly scoff to yourself. He's obviously a man whore.

Nikki's standing beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean your head against Nikki's side.

If you're honest, you just wanna head back to the apartment. You're already exhausted as it is. That phone call from Jared really got you worked up.

The band ends and Tommy runs up to the stage as fast as his gazelle legs can carry him. You giggle at how he runs.

Nikki kisses the top of your head. "I really think this is going to work."

"You think?" You ask, looking up into his green eyes.

He nods. "We have a kick ass guitar player and a fucking epic drummer. As long as we can find a good lead singer, we'll be set."

You smile, not sure what to say. You're so proud of him, words can't express it.

Tommy comes back to the bar with the blonde lead singer in tow. His eyes run over your body with a smirk on his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning further into Nikki.

"Guys, this is Vince," Tommy introduces, looking proud of himself. "I think he'd be great as the singer."

"Your voice ain't half bad, man," Nikki says, shaking Vince's hand. "I'm Nikki."

Vince nods, not taking his eyes off of you. "Who's this?"

Nikki's eyes narrow. You pray to whatever holy being that's above that Nikki won't attack Vince for just looking at you. His arm tightens around your body.

"I'm (Y/N)," You say, reaching out to shake Vince's hand.

Vince just smirks at you as Nikki glares at him. Does he not notice the death look Nikki has on his face?

"My girlfriend," Nikki nearly growls.

You nudge his side, trying to signal him to calm down. Nikki's eyes meet yours. You try to tell him to calm the hell down, but you have no clue if that's what he got from that look.

Tommy hands Vince a cassette tape, oblivious to Nikki's anger. "Here's our tape man," Tommy says. "Listen to it and call us."

Vince nods, his eyes still not leaving you. Vince sticks the tape in his pocket, finally looking at Tommy.

"You guys gonna hang around for a while?" Vince asks.

Nikki shrugs. "I don't see why not. It's not like we have much else to do."

You laugh, knowing it's true. The most you and Nikki will do is sit around the living room. He'll be working on some new songs whilst you're reading some book you found in the bookstore next to your work. That sure does tempting.

Vince leads the three of you over to a table. You all settle down. Somehow you end up between Nikki and Vince which only makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. It's one of those circular booths instead of the normal ones. Nikki has his hand securely on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles onto the clothes skin.

You lean into Nikki, not really wanting to speak. Vince and Tommy are engulfed in a conversation about their latest "scores". Meaning the girls they've slept with. You don't really mind their talk. You've heard a lot worse from Nikki before you guys started dating.

"What can I get you boys?" A waitress asks. You vaugely recognize the voice.

You roll your eyes. Anytime you're out with Nikki and Tommy, or just Nikki, if it's a woman waitress she usually just ignores you. But really, could you blame them? Nikki and Tommy are really attractive men. With Vince thrown into the mix you're sure that you'll never even get to place your order.

Nikki orders his usual, Jack Daniels, and Vince and Tommy decide to do shots. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that they'll have major hangovers tomorrow.

The waitress doesn't leave right away. You can hear her speaking to Tommy. Well, more flirting with him.

Nikki nudges your side. You look up at him with a small smile. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. You're not going to lie, you wanted it to last longer.

"You alright, love?" Nikki asks.

You nod, forcing yourself to smile wider. "Yep. Just a bit tired is all."

Nikki opens his mouth, but the waitress speaks up.

"(Y/N)?!" She exclaims.

You look over and see someone you didn't expect to be here. Her blonde hair and revealing wardrobe hasn't changed in five years.

"Vicky?" You almost laugh. "Please tell me I'm high or some shit."

Nikki laughs. "Nah, you smoked all our weed last night."

You narrow your eyes at him. "I only had maybe a quarter of a joint. You and Tommy smoked like one each."

Tommy laughs. "I only got three quarters of one since you were smoking on mine."

You laugh, kicking Tommy lightly under the table. "You really didn't need to be smoking that much since you were setting the goddamn cockroaches on fire."

Tommy snorts, leaning forward. "I do that shit when I'm sober."

"I'm not even surprised, T-Bone," You say, letting Nikki wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Did you guys just forget I'm here or something?" Vicky asks.

Good to know she's as bitchy as ever.

"Yeah," You respond.

Nikki laughs. "Look who has an attitude."

You shove him, smiling. "You have no room to talk, Sixx. Before I came around you had a reputation of kicking people's asses for just looking at you."

Nikki nods. "That is the truth."

Tommy shakes his head. "I'm not surprised. The way you went off on London's lead singer kinda pegged you for a hot head."

"This is just ridiculous, now," Vicky says.

You sigh. "You still with Jared?"

"You still jealous?" She retorts.

"I never was and never have been jealous of you and Jared's relationship. Especially now," You respond, wrapping your arm the best you can around Nikki's waist.

She scoffs. "You're really dating this guy?"

You hum in response. You watch as Jared and your sister walk through the door of the bar.

Vince taps me on the leg. I turn my head towards him. I already know what he's going to ask.

"I'm alright," You say, not letting him ask.

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Don't attack me for making sure you're okay."

"We just met, Blondie."

"And that means I can't be worried about you?"

You nod. "Yep."

"You're a strange person," Vince laughs.

You turn back to Vicky who now has Jared and your sister next to her. Jared looks the same. Black hair and a preppy style. Nothing has changed.

"Vicky could you please just go get us the goddamn drinks?" You practically beg. You want her as far away from this table as she can get.

Jared opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"Can you both just leave me the hell alone?"

Jared looks taken aback by your harshness. He doesn't say a word. He just takes your sister's arm and walks away.

"We're never coming back to this bar," You say, leaning back.

"Why babe?" Nikki asks.

"Too many people from my past that I'd rather forget," You answer. "From now on we're sticking to the Starwood, The Whiskey, and The Rainbow."

"I would say, 'I'll drink to that', but your friend still isn't back with our drinks," Tommy laughs.

You bite your lip, trying to think of any way to get out of here. "Why don't we just go home? We have plenty of booze and we won't have to worry about how we're going to get home."

Nikki looks at the other two, trying to see what they want to do.

"Sounds good. I miss that apartment," Tommy says.

"Tom we were there not even four hours ago," Nikki laughs.

"I still miss it."

"Sounds good," Vince says.

"Hold on," You say. "The apartment is a sacred place that the band members and I hang out. You can't go there if you aren't apart of the band."

"What?" Vince asks, laughing in disbelief.

"You need to choose if you're gonna be in the band or not right now," You respond.

Vince takes a minute, then nods his head. "Alright, I'm in."

You all climb out of the booth and leave the godforsaken bar. Nikki walks beside you with his hand tightly gripping onto yours. Vince and Tommy are talking animatedly about something. You aren't listening to them. Your mind is staying at how you saw three people you ended up hating. They treated you wrong, and you see that now. They belittled you. They made you feel like nothing. You thought that's how friends treated each other, but after you met Nikki your view on that changed. He was, and still is, the sweetest and kindest man you ever met.

"Looks like you got us a lead singer," Nikki laughs, giving your hand a small squeeze.

"I guess I did," You respond, looking up at him. God, he's so perfect. You know that you're in love with him with every ounce of love you can manage.

"Who were those people?"

You drop your gaze back down to the sidewalk. "People that I hoped to never see again. Let's not get into it, alright?"

"Alright." He stops, pulling you into his body. He leans down and kisses you as deeply as he can manage. You smile as he pulls away. "I love you."

"I love you too," You respond.

You mean those words. And hearing him say them is about the only thing that's keeping you from breaking down right now.

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Four- Part Two

   The next morning Phina woke up, still in her best friends arms. The events of yesterday still fresh in her mind, her continuing head ache getting worse because of it.

   Phina taps Jonathan's cheek, "hey Jon, you need to get up."

   He groans, slowly opening his eyes, "why?"

   "You need to go see Will," she states, her face falling.

   Jonathan nods solemnly. Phina shifts herself off of him so he can stand up. She sits up and without even asking, he throws her some of her clothes from a drawer dedicated to when she stayed the night. The clothes she was wearing were dirty from yesterday's events, her jeans stained brown from the kneeling in the dirt, and the dried blood from falling on the asphalt parking lot.

   "Thank you," she said.

   He nodded, grabbing his own clothes to wear, "I'll change in the bathroom."

   He gives her no time to object and walks out of the room. She stands up from his bed and starts to change her clothes. She pulls on the pair of black leggings and then the loose blue top. She looks in the mirror her eyes going towards her messy hair, using her fingers, she soothes the mess as much as she can.

   Phina grabbed her leather jacket and pulles on her boots, before leaving Jonathan's room and going out to the living room, where Jonathan had just woken up Joyce.

   Phina quickly noticed that Joyce had gotten little sleep, also the ax that rested on her lap. She sighed but didn't let Joyce see it. Even if Phina knew what Joyce was saying was the truth, that she wasn't imagining it, the paranoia was going to drive her mad, and could end up getting her hurt.

   "Are you guys leaving soon," Phina asks Jonathan.

   He nods solemnly, "yeah, you can come with if you want."

   "I can't. My mom is probably having a heart attack right now, I didn't exactly tell her where I was going last night," Phina sighed.

   Jonathan gave her a look but nodded, "yeah, you should probably go home. I'll call you later, ok?"

   "Ok," she nodded back.

   She walked over to Joyce, giving her a tight hug before she left the Byers' house. She dreaded having to face her mother, but knew if she prolonged it anymore, she'd be in much deeper shit.

   She got to the house and noticed her mom was just leaving. She groaned, thinking she was about to get an earful, but as soon as she parked and got off her bike, her mom was hugging her.

   "I was worried about you last night," Karen whispers into Phina's ear.

   "I know, I'm sorry I left but..."

   "No no no. I knew you went to Jonathan's, I knew you would've gone no matter what I said. I was worried about you, how you're feeling. I know how much you cared for Will, and how much you love the Byers," Karen pushes away, holding Phina at arms length, "are you ok? You can stay home if you need to. Mike is staying, you guys can comfort each other."

   Phina feels the tears build up in her eyes again, "yeah, I want to stay home with Mike. Thank you mama."

   Karen pulls her daughter in for another hug, sushing her as she cries. Though Phina believes Joyce about Will being alive, it didn't stop the pain of thinking she'd lost him from being there.

   "You go on inside. Go talk to your brother ok?"

   "Ok."

   Phina turns walks into her house, calling out to Mike, "Mike, where are you!"

   "Downstairs!"

   She rushes downstairs to see her brother, Dustin, Lucas, and El. They were all sitting on the floor, El playing with the CB radio. Mike motions for her to sit next to him, and she doesn't question it.

   They all sit there, staring at the radio. El concentrated on it, and little whimpering noises come through the speaker. Phina sits forward, listening closely. To her, it definitely sounded like Will.

   "We keep losing signal, but you heard it right," Mike asks, looking at them.

   "Yeah, I heard a baby," Lucas says.

   "What," Mike asks him, confused.

   "Mike, you obviously tapped into a baby monitor, it's probably the Blackburns next door," Lucas says dully.

   "Uh did that sound like a baby to you? That was Will," Mike snaps.

   "Mike..."

   "Lucas you don't understand. He spoke last night, words," Mike tells him, "he was singing that weird song he loves, even El heard him!"

   "Should I stay or should I go," Phina whispers, getting a nod from both Mike and El.

   "Oh, well if the weirdo heard than I guess," Lucas says sarcastically.

   "Are you sure you're on the right channel," Dustin asks.

   "I don't think it's about that. I think, somehow, she's channeling him," Mike explains.

   Phina and Dustin look at each other, "like Professor X."

   Lucas gives Phina and Dustin an exasperated look, "are you actually believing this crap?"

   "I don't know. I mean, do you remember when Will fell off his bike and broke his finger," Dustin asks.

   "Yeah, he sounded exactly like that," Phina nods towards the radio.

   Lucas looks at them, almost like he was offended, "did you guys not see what I saw? They pulled Will's body out of the water, he's dead!"

   "Calm down Lucas," Phina scolds the boy.

   Dustin looks down sadly, then back up, "well maybe it's his ghost, he's haunting us."

   "It's not his ghost," Mike says.

   "Well how do you know that," Lucas asks.

   "I just do," Mike answers.

   "Then what was in that water!"

   "I don't know!"

   "Hey, both of you cool it," Phina shouts, "yelling at each other ain't gonna solve anything!"

   "Sorry," they mutter.

   Mike starts back up, "all I know is, Will is alive. Will is alive and he's out there somewhere, all we have to do is find him."

   El starts messing around with the radio again, and Mike shakes his head, "this isn't going to work. We need to get El to a stronger radio."

   Dustin lights up, "Mr Clark's Heathkit ham track."

   Mike nods, "yeah."

   Lucas shakes his head, "the Heathkit is at school, there's no way we're gonna get the weirdo in without anyone noticing.... I mean, look at her."

   We all look towards El, and Phina couldn't help but agree with Lucas a little bit. El didn't look like an average girl, at all. El looks at them, a little wide eyed and confused.

   "I got an idea," Phina smirks.

   El comes out of the bathroom, wearing one of Nancy's old pink dresses, and a blonde wig. She looked more average now, that's for sure, but Phina preferred the normal El.

   Phina smiles at her little brother as he gets flustered over how El looks, calling her pretty. El goes over to a mirror in the hall, looking at her reflection.

   "Pretty.... Good," she said.

   Phina smiles at her now, she was slowly becoming attached to the girl, the protective feeling she had for the boys, now extending to her as well.

   Phina heard a noise and looked out the window closest to her, it was her mom.

   "Shit, guys go to the basement, Mom's home," Phina shouts.

   The kids all rush to the basement and Phina runs to the couch, sitting down as if she'd been there for hours.

   Karen came through the door and instantly looked over at Phina, "good, you're up, I know you wanted to stay home, but the cops want to talk to you and Nancy about Barbara."

   Phina sighs, "ok, let me get my shoes."

   She goes down to the basement and looks at all the kids, "I have to go, when I get back, you guys need to fill me in on what happens, ok?"

   They all nod, "ok Phina."

   She ruffles Dustin's hair as she walks away from them. He swats her hand away but smiles. Phina runs up the stairs and to her mom.

   "Ready," she says sadly, she didn't want to talk to the cops, but she knew she had to.

   They go out Karen's car and make their way to the high school.

   The three Wheeler girls sat in the empty cafeteria, talking to two officers, coincidentally they're the two cops that held Phina back last night. Phina had already explained what happened before she left the party, leaving out the beers.

   "So you left, while you were soaking wet? You could've froze," one of them says, officer Powell.

   "I know. But the adrenaline from the anger I was feeling, well, I didn't really feel the cold, didn't think about it," Phina said, lying a little, but no one noticed, not even her mother.

   The cops moved onto Nancy, getting her story from her. She got to the part of when she'd last seen Barb, they were having an argument about Nancy going up to Steve's room to get dry clothes.

   "Barb wanted to leave, and I didn't. So I told her to just go," Nancy sighed.

   "Then what," Powell asks.

   "Then, I went upstairs," Nancy said, "to put on some dry clothes."

   "Then the next day, you two went back and saw a bear, you're thinking," Powell again asks.

   Phina shakes her head, "not a bear, couldn't have been, to lanky, if it was a bear it looked like it had been starved all its life."

   Nancy nods, "we don't know what it was, but I think, maybe, it took Barb. You need to check behind Steve's house and..."

   "We did," the other officer stated, officer Callahan, "there's nothing there, no sign of a bear."

   "And no car," Powell chimed in.

   Phina looked at him, startled, "what?"

   "Look. We figure Barbara came back last night, and took off somewhere else," Powell said.

   Callahan then started speaking, "has she ever talked to you about running off? Leaving town maybe?"

   Nancy looks at the table and shakes her head, "no. Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

   "She wasn't maybe upset about the fact of you spending time with this boy? Uh, Steve Harrington?"

   "What? No," Nancy says.

   "Maybe she was jealous? When she saw you go up to Steve's room," he asks.

   Nancy starts to defend herself, "it wasn't like that."

   "Like what?"

   She stutters slightly, "Steve and me. Where just friends. We just talked."

   "Now was this before or after you changed your clothes," Callahan asked, slightly mockingly.

   Phina glared at him, "what she did with Steve has nothing to do with the fact that Barb is gone. Why don't you try acting professionally and find her."

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