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horsegirlhob · 2 months ago

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Thoughts on Gemma?

Ooooh, okay incredibly broad ask but I'll tell you some of what I have.

This got so much longer than expected (and I didn't even get around to talking about the idealized feminine!) so I'll put everything below the cut.

Tldr: love Gemma, love tragedy, got no clue how things are going to go, I think there will be pros and cons to whatever they decide, I just hope whatever they do they do it well and with care

I'll admit that up until episode 7 I really didn't think Gemma was alive and figured they were doing some weird resurrection shit or something. So for a long time I was of the opinion that she shouldn't come back, because the show is in large part about Mark's grief and straight up resurrecting his dead wife would have been kind of a crazy move imo. Before episode 7 we saw the effect her death had on those around her and it was clear that Mark loved her a lot, but the only sense we had of her as a person was from memory and grief. She was an absence instead of a presence and that's interesting as a story element but it didn't make her a character I was super interested in because she like, wasn't actually a character (I'll touch on Ms Casey a little bit later.) But now that we know she's actually alive and has been the whole time, and we've seen her as her own character with her own agency and wants etc. things have definitely shifted for me.

I'm not big on speculating about how things are gonna go. I have some thoughts and theories but like at the end of the day I have genuinely no idea how the season is going to end ESPECIALLY when it comes to Gemma. I still go back and forth on whether I think they're going to successfully get her out of there. Whichever way they decide to go with it I kind of have reservations. On the one hand validating Mark's shitty coping mechanisms by having him find and save his wife through repeated brain surgery and the creation and subjugation of his innie doesn't sound like a satisfying ending to me. They even brought up in the show the fact that Mark getting Gemma back would basically be him winning grief via bargaining. You don't get to win grief.

But at the same time, I really like Gemma. And she exists as her own character outside of Mark, which means I now have misgivings about them killing her off purely for Mark's character development. When she was a memory, letting her go was the most satisfying ending for everyone involved. But now she's also a person who is involved and what, she's spent two years being tortured in a basement before getting killed off so things can wrap up neatly?

It still seems very possible to me that this is all just going to make the tragedy of them not being able to save her hit harder. That they've made us get to know her and care about her so that when she dies we feel the grief of it. Because she's not just a memory for the other characters, she's a person who died who we did not want to die. Her having the potential to live, having all these possibilities for character arcs and relationships and a future of her own - and after we thought all of that was gone from the beginning but it WASN'T - now her dying feels kind of like a waste. But maybe that's the point. If we weren't rooting for her to get out, if there was no hope for her at all, if it was truly inevitable, then it wouldn't be a tragedy. If it were me writing it I think that's what I'd do. But it's not me writing it and I'm just some guy so who fucking knows, I still think it could go a few different ways.

Certainly if she does make it out of Lumon I don't think it will be a cut-and-dry happy ending. I've seen a few people saying maybe Mark stays in Lumon in her place or something along those lines, and I could see myself getting behind something like that. It'd be interesting to see them play around with it, and I'm all for getting to see more of Gemma so if they pull off something unexpected I wouldn't be opposed, just so long as they do a good job with it.

I do think there's something to be said about it being weird if the only couple to end up together at the end is also the only straight white couple. I love Markhellyna and I love tragedy but the idea that every relationship presented in the show ends in tragedy (Burt and Irvings innies both dead, outie Irving leaving, innie Dylan kills himself because he can't be with Gretchen, outie Gretchen and Dylans marriage on the rocks, Gemma dying or at the very least still being separated from Mark) except Helly and Mark somehow... I can see why some people are looking at it sideways. At the end of the day they are the main characters and I can't lie and say I'm not obsessed with them and their relationship, so I'm not going to sit here and pretend I won't be delighted if they end up together in some capacity (and I'm sure that wouldn't be a cut-and-dry happy ending either. That shit'll be bittersweet as hell.) And in general I am on board with all those aforementioned relationship arcs (I'm a big proponent of It Matters That The Love Was There.) But I know this is something that people have been talking about and I don't think those misgivings are unfounded. But that isn't the topic of this ask and I don't even know how it's all going to play out anyways so we're getting a bit off track. Also this is already way too long and I did still want to mention Ms Casey before I finish.

It's been a while since I've watched season 1 so I don't really remember what most of my thoughts on Ms Casey were. I remember liking her and finding her really interesting both before and after finding out she's actually Gemma, but I don't have anything in depth to say at the moment. I am going to be rewatching season 1 for my essay and Gemma and Ms Casey are both pretty major parts of what I'm talking about so I'll probably have way more to say about both of them soon.

I definitely have more thoughts but this is already so fucking long, and most of my other thoughts are what I'm going to be writing my essay about, so I'll probably post those once I'm further into the writing process and have my ideas a little more organized and well articulated. Also once the season over and I don't have to speculate about how things are going to go I'll be able to take a more holistic look at things.

Alright I simply must end this. Thanks for the ask anon I got way more into the answer than I was expecting to.

#dylan says things #severance #severance season 2 #gemma scout #i hope this is like. good and coherent lol I just kind of stream of consciousness typed it all out so I hope it's what you wanted anon

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 1 year ago

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🎨+🥐+🧩

For the Truth or Dare Ask!

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it Ooooh that's tough. I've seen so many over the years and it's almost impossible to pick one. This comes to mind though, when I think favorite. When I first started shipping Linumi, I couldn't quite put my finger on why this ship was so compelling to me. Like where had I seen it before? What did it remind me of? It was killllllling me. And then I saw this fanart, thought it was awesome- didn't think much of it. AND THEN, I saw it another few times and connected the dots that this was from Treasure Planet- it was my favorite niche Disney movie. I used to rent that DVD from the library almost every weekend and I was obsessed with Captain Amelia- who flashforward to when I got into the fandom is SO LIN BEIFONG. And of course, I wanted Lin to end up with the goofy older guy with a heart of gold- just like in Treasure Planet. To this artist that had the same vision as me, thank you. I hope you know you've given me the validation of a lifetime.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh The mmmm always gets me. Trisha Paytas always cracks me up.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? The ship. While I am a multishipper, there's few ships I really don't like, so when I see those I click away. Or when my ships aren't endgame? That's a hit or a miss for me. Oh, and when stuff isn't well written/formatted. It makes it hard for me to read and I guess I click away lol.

Truth or Dare?

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finn-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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Hello! Your writing is awesome! So I was thinking, theres lots of hcs and fics out there for maids and gardeners that the RE8 ladies fall for. As a Handyman/Handyperson I feel a bit slighted. There’s always something that needs fixing or painting, especially in homes as big as the Dimitrescu Castle or the Beneviento Estate. So I was wondering if you could do something with the Dimitrescu ladies plus Donna having a handy S/O? Hope you’re having a great day!

ooooh, that's a valid point!! Theres a limit of 4 characters, so I'll drop Daniella, because I've written plenty for her lately.

I feel like this concept has a lot of potential for a long form Cassandra x reader

Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento x Reader

Alcina

Alcina definitely respects someone hardworking and competent, so she'd have a lot of respect for you and your work.

She's not exactly a DIY person though, she's quite used to paying someone to come in when something breaks.

You are fantastic at fixing things.

Whenever you're working on something, she has a tendency to lounge somewhere in the room and watch you work.

If she doesn't have anything to get done at that moment, she'll ask you to explain your process out of curiousity. She has no desire to learn how to fix things, but she enjoys listening to you talk

Bela

Bela wants to be competent and able to take care of everything herself, but she doesnt initially view your work as elegant enough for her.

Shes caught between not wanting to rely on anyone, and wanting to be elegant like her mother.

When she meets you, after her mother hired you, she tends to trail after you when you work. That's how you guys got to know eachother.

Eventually she started asking you to teach her how to fix simple things.

She quickly gains an appreciation for how hard it can actually be. You impress her so much

Cassandra

Cassandra is the main reason you have such a consistent job at the castle.

She is constantly breaking things. She's like a cat on a shelf full of vases.

She bothers you the entire time your in the castle, trying to get your attention.

If you aren't paying attention to her, she will break something else and claim it was an accident.

She really is like an annoying cat.

She likes watching you work but only if you'll talk with her while you do.

Donna

Donna herself is actually quite handy, because not only does she make a lot of dolls, but she also largely lives alone and doesnt tend to rely on other people much.

But with an S/O that can help her with the things that are a bit too much for her or when she doesn't have the time?

She's genuinely so appreciative of your help and she makes you trinkets and treats in return.

She has her own sets of tools around the mansion that range from carving tools for her dolls, to just full on hammers for anything that needs it

#resident evil 8 #finnwrites #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #re8 donna #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #headcanons #on masterlist

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baggebythesea · 4 years ago

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In a peacetime modern AU of SPOP where the characters are fans of a show similar to our SPOP, how would they engage in fandom? For example: Who would ship whom? Who would write fic or draw art? Who would write or draw smut?? Who would have a wall of theories with evidence connected by a web of threads? Who would do their own thing shipping a rare pair and who would be a card carrying popular ship shipper? Who would strongly empathise with their parallel character and who would just not get them at all? Would anyone cosplay? Which older adult would shock the young'uns by saying 'Well I wouldn't say no...' as they sip their tea from the doorway? (Obviously answer as much or as little as you like!)

Ooooh! Great ask.

Glimmer declares the show the best thing ever (because it's pink and princessy and kicks ass), and the best friend squad watches it religiously. Adora doesn't really get what the big deal with shipping is supposed to be, but she think it's neat that Netossa and Spinnerella is a couple. Lowkey ships Glimmer with Bow because she likes the idea of childhood friends falling in love with each other. Also, she really likes it when the title character gets a horse. Hangs out a lot in fandom space but doesn't really produce content, at least until Bow and Glimmer manages to talk her into writing down some of her many, many theories of how the show will turn out and just what the logistics network through the whispering woods are supposed to look like. She secretly worries when one of her posts don't get as much attention as the last one.

Bow is just hung up on poor Catra and want for her to get some love. Mostly he cheers on Scorpia, but he would ship Catra with Adora or even Double Trouble in desperation for someone to take the cat away from the hole she spend most of the series in. He takes up sewing and makes a point of cosplaying every single princess. Comments on everyone's fanfic and likes everyone's posts.

Glimmer sees a bit of herself in Catra (because she too knows the pain of having a mother who doesn't understand her). She totally ships the cat-girl with the glitter princess and writes really messed up fanfics about them. So much passion. So much delicious, delicious self-destruction. Practically drools at the end of season 4 and all the angst that goes down there. She regularly asks Bow to beta read and traumatises him badly. Gets into fan-fights on social media about stupid shit. Cosplays Catra on a con and makes out with a Glimmer cosplayer.

Angella vaguely recalls the first show from when she was young and earns some much needed mom-points with Glimmer when she digs up a mint condition original She-Ra+Swift Wind toy from a carefully labelled box in the basement. She ships Glimmer with Bow because she really likes that boy. Micah used to watch the show as a kid and had a bit of a crush on the original She-Ra. Ships Bow with Sea Hawk and cheerfully fills the hashtag #SeaBow with memes at least a decade out of fashion. Mortifies his daughter when he take them to a con and insists on cosplaying as Hordak. Ends up in the bar together with George and Lance and sings karaoke to My Little Pony-songs.

George and Lance don't really get the show but are happy to take the kids to con. Cosplays as characters from old Belgian comics.

Catra thinks the show is silly (and watches every episode passionately. Shut up. Just humouring Scorpia, is all). She thinks the Catra character in the show is a wimp, but ships her with Double Trouble because she likes it when villains get their way. Draws really good fanart. A bit of a troll on social media because its so fun to rile up people like Glimmer.

Scorpia ships Catra and Adora and cries just as much as Bow in the First One's Temple part of season 1. She is completely floored by the large, femme and kinda clumsy Scorpia character hooking up with the beautiful, beautiful Perfuma because... um... Writes really bad but 100% heartfelt self insert fanfics. Draws stick figures of Perfuma and Scorpia holding hands. Reads and re-reads her favourite fanfics until her eyes are red from crying and in the end leaves a shy little "it was good"-comment for the last chapter. Tries to work up the courage to go to a con and talk to other fans. Wants to cosplay but has too bad self esteem.

Entrapta thinks the robots are unscientific for reasons she is happy to write hundreds of blog posts about. Ships Darla with the Velvet Glove (the word 'docking' is used extensively). Considers Hordak a total hottie and draws really - and I mean really - explicit fan art. Spends her first convention on the parking lot trying to fix her Emily cosplay.

Lonnie rage-quits watching the show the moment Adora leaves the Horde but thinks Adora and Mermista should just do it already.

Kyle ships Bow with an OC named Lyle who everyone likes and no one makes fun of. Has written a ten chapter fanfic which no one has commented.

Rogelio ships Tung Lashor with Sea Hawk. His fanart can melt through steel.

Sea Hawk ships EVERYONE with Merm-iiiiiiiiiista. Runs ten different fan-events simultaneously. Mermista just ships Adora with Lonnie or whatever. They do duo-cosplay on cons, much to Mermista's embarrassment.

Perfuma ships Entrapta with Hordak, writes post after post exploring their psychosocial dynamic and is downright gleeful when it becomes canon. Spends the cons friend-momming on the rest of the group and makes sure they are all hydrated.

Frosta thinks shipping is stupid and want to see more of princesses teaming up and beating the shit out of the bad guys with the power of friendship. Also has a really detailed backstory for her OC. Only ask if you have plenty of time. Has a pretty good Glimmer cosplay.

Huntara ships Juliette with Castaspella and writes surprisingly sweet fics about them crushing on each other. Keeps order on social media.

Castaspella ships Shadow Weaver with Angella and writes fanfic that could easily be published as high class erotica. She's a really good commentor on other people's fics, giving tons of support and little constructive hints where she feels it might be well received.

Juliette has better things to do than watching a children's cartoon, but she does enjoy some of Castaspella's stories.

Spinnerella ships Catra and Adora and is just so proud when it turns out to be canon. Tells everyone who wants to listen how little representation was available in her first fandom and how far things have come.

Netossa ships Adora and Mermista and draws really hot fanart of them making out in gym showers and the like. Prefers modern aus and couldn't care less about canon as long as it gives her hot characters to play with.

Shadow Weaver doesn't ship anyone because no one is worthy of the love of Adora who is the only worthwhile character. Writes a 40+ chapter story about a badly out-of-character Adora who takes over the Horde and laughs at her enemies from the throne. Is enraged when people dare having the wrong opinion about things but can't tell them so because she feels social media is beneath her. Secretly reads Castaspella's fanfic.

Horde Prime ships Horde Prime with Shadow Weaver. She is written completely out of character in a rather insulting and sexist way. Completely insufferable on social media and insist on everyone signing up to his headcanon.

Hordak says he doesn't ship anyone because romance is silly. Cries over Adora's redemption arc when he thinks no one watches and ships her with Glimmer because he just wants to the poor, rejected Horde soldier lost in a strange land she doesn't understand to get some love and kindness.

Wrong Hordak ships Scorpia with Perfuma because love finds a way. Draws the purest fluff you'll ever see.

Double Trouble trolls social media at every turn and gleefully ships the most messed up shit they can think of. Shadow Weaver and Perfuma, Catra and Sea Hawk, Angella and Hordak, Horde Prime and Swift Wind... Also ships the characters they deem to have most dramatic potential to derail the story such as Entrapta and Hordak, Glimmer and Catra, Glimmer and Double Trouble... kinda has a low key crush on the sparkly character but denies it if anyone asks. Really good at cosplay and runs a tutorial at the cons.

Swift Wind thinks there are too few horse characters. Ships Swift Wind with Rainbow Dash.

Light Hope only ships canon pairings because by definition canon is the only thing that is valid. Writes long, convoluted predictions that she updates after every episode. She gets an existential crisis when her predictions don't pan out in canon.

Mara ships Adora and Glimmer. Still gets hot and fussy every time she thinks of the s1 hot spring scene. Wants the hardworking perfectionist to get love.

Razz write novel length stories where she ship a character mentioned in passing in an unpublished Dickens novel with her old middle school math teacher. No one has any idea what she is going on about or why she posts it in the she-ra tag, but her stories are good and she's a complete delight at cons, so she's welcome in the fandom.

#spop #asks

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irish-urn · 3 years ago

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I know Christmas was probably traumatic for them, but did Lizzie and Edwin feel super validated when they found out they were right?

Ooooh. Well, yes. They did feel super validated, and also really happy for Derek and Casey... And then they had a whole bunch of questions like, 'When did this start?' 'How did it happen?' 'What did you guys say to each other?' 'Are you gonna move in together?'

...but they never got a chance to ask these questions, because they didn't want to ask them over the phone and suddenly Derek and Casey were gone and--

Something that Derek and Casey don't know is that if the kids were on the phone talking to them, George and Nora would hover in the doorway of the next room, or linger in the corner, or slowly walk down the hall, hoping to catch a word or two, wondering what was happening in their lives, missing them and hurting and confused and unsure what to do...

So Edwin and Lizzie have so many questions and are trying to be supportive, but how to be supportive when you're so curious, and what's the best thing to say when your parents won't talk to your siblings and you feel the pain with every ring of the phone, with every and any mention of one of them...

Validation doesn't taste half as sweet when there's such a price to pay. They have to fix things. They have to get these two sides talking. Because Edwin and Lizzie saw the signs, sure, but now they want the satisfaction of *knowing*. Being told is cool, but they need more concrete evidence. They need proof, they need something tangible to support their words, they need George and Nora to *see*, and then to witness how Dasey work as a couple and...

#asks #kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight #dasey #edwin venturi #lizzie mcdonald

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ddaehyeon · 5 years ago

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– ♡; UNGODLY HOUR ; PARK SERIM

pairing: park serim + reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

summary: an unexpected midnight call caused by the thoughts that clouded serim’s mind.

if all the equations written on your notes were a sea, you’d probably be already drowning in it. the library was silent, only the flipping of the pages mingled with the sound of the pen running by the paper was heard. soft music was enclosed in your ears through the earphones, preventing you from dozing off.

with narrowed eyes, you stared at your homework for a moment. a sigh of defeat leaving your lips right after. staring won’t solve an equation. but you wish it could. you desperately wish it could.

the chair beside you was pulled, a student occupying it right after. he placed his own books on the table and when your eyes met, he gave you a wave. you unplugged the earphones from your ears, a brow raised to the male. “oh, serim? you’ll be studying?”

a soft chuckle was heard from serim which made a smile linger on his countenance as he spoke. “yes, i’ve decided to become a better student.”

“ah, i see. hope you’ll not change your decision after two minutes,” you remarked, returning your focus to your notes as if you were not spacing out earlier before serim arrived.

“thank you so much for the encouragement,” serim said, matching the mockery you provided in your words. “i’ll work hard.”

instead of giving a verbal response, a beam came to your lips. he should be used by now with all the remarks you throw him.

a close friend—it was the title serim had been embracing for the past years. with the two of you meeting on the first day of classes during your freshman year. it went on and on for the next years and now that both of you were in your junior year, close to being inseparable. nearly all classes you enlisted covered the same time slots on his own schedule, making him your classmate for almost all the subjects aside from economics.

another male came to your sight, snapping you out of your thoughts. he pulled the chair adjacent to yours, a small smile visible on his brim. “you’re y/n, right?”

your nod was his cue to take the seat in front of you, his own books settled in front of your messily piled things.

“allen ma, a junior as well. you signed up for integral calculus tutoring sessions, right? i’ll be your tutor.”

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as soon as the classes ended, you closed your notebook. everyone else was shuffling out of the room. you took your time to stare at the whiteboard which was filled with lines and symbols written by your professor. pressing your eyes closed, you leaned back to your chair. a mental note of which should be done this evening was made.

“planning to sleep here?” serim asked, placing his things back to his bag before swinging it to his shoulder.

letting go of a sigh, you opened your eyes to look at him. huffing, you eventually stood to arrange your things. “this is not a desirable location to sleep. i'd rather go back to my dorm than sleep here.”

as you were talking the next lecturer entered the room, serim gave the professor a bow which was a gesture that you followed. getting your bag to your shoulder, you nodded your head to the direction of the door. both of you must leave before the next block comes inside for their class.

faint streaks coming from the setting sun came to touch your skin. the hallway was close to being empty, only a few students were around either rushing to go to their next class or leisurely making their way out of the building.

serim and you walked in silence, both drained from the lessons today schedule had brought. the semester was barely halfway the calendar and each passing day, the topics taught were getting harder and harder.

“there’s a new café a few blocks away from the main gate, want to check it?” serim attempted to start a conversation.

nibbling your bottom lip, you tried to make a quick mental browse of the things you have to do. then it hit you. “ah, i need to meet allen.” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time. there was a tutoring session scheduled after the class. with the abysmal grades, you were getting on the past activities, this could be your only redemption. “tutoring sessions.”

a pout w became visible on the lips of your friend, displeased of your answer. “even a quick drop won’t do?”

“i'm afraid i can’t. the tutoring session will start in roughly 15 minutes.” you gave the other an apologetic smile which caused him to drop his shoulders. it was no use of persuading you over this matter anyway. he can ask you to check it with him in other days. “guess i have to go now? have a good evening serim.”

“you too, y/n.”

all serim could do was wave at you as you began to walk your way to the library where the tutoring session would occur.

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“serim, what did he just said?” poking the other with a pen, you tried to catch his attention. the lecture was going rather too fast for your likings; your notebook page which was supposed to be filled with the terminologies had blank spaces in between.

“i don’t know.” serim answered.

earlier this day, he’d been acting a little off. he could have that child-like streak on him where he would just cling to you and be sulky whenever he gets less attention, it was acceptable. the same way he got used to the remarks you’d throw, you also got used to serim’s natural clinginess. but today sure be a different one. the morning greeting he gave was a swift one, holding no actual enthusiasm. and every time you’d ask him what his problem is, he would wave you off.

“let me see your notes then.” quite demanding, you scooted closer to him, your hand reaching for his notebook to check what was written there. it was the only way left for you to get the missed parts from the dictation.

serim snickered at your actions, dragging the notebook away from you as he tried so hard to focus on jotting down the words that endlessly flow out of your professor’s lips. “go ask your tutor about it.”

“go and eat cheeseballs later, your mood is quite unbelievable.” rolling your eyes, you moved away from him. a minimum effort exerted to write the words you could catch up on. every now and then, you would look at the male with a sharp gaze.

maybe serim woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

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it was already midnight, that was the only thing you were sure of.

you were not even deep in your sleep when the vibrations coming from your phone which was lazily placed under the comforts of your pillow woke you up.

"so give me a valid explanation as to why you're calling me at an ungodly hour of..." you paused for a moment, trying to catch a glimpse of the time at the wall clock which was barely illuminated. giving up, you looked at your phone instead. the caller's name displayed on the screen, the duration of call running. "... an ungodly hour of 2am." you placed your phone back to your ears. "oh god, serim if this-"

"i have something to tell you." the seriousness laced in his tone made your stomach flip, nervousness came rushing to your body.

"ooooh~" a chuckle was heard from you. it was an attempt to brighten up the mood of the other. "romantic. are you about to profess your undying love for me?"

“yes, i am.”

it was the small thinking that ended up to massive thoughts that hindered him to come to a peaceful evening. branching out each of the sensations he felt when you ended up not giving him much time as you would usually do, serim began asking why. why was he so upset when he usually won’t get upset with it? when you spend your time with your other circles, he was always okay with it. when you decline to go out with him for a detour whenever your classes end, he was alright with it. but with another person placed in the picture, he found himself succumbing to a certain frustration—something that wants to get more of your attention.

“wait, what?” it was the only reply you managed to utter. his words awakening your senses. seriously?

a soft frustrated growl was heard from the other line—more like a whine serim would do whenever he’s embarrassed by something. “sorry for the way i acted today… i was just so lost in my thoughts.” even he wasn’t in front of you, you could already see the regretful pout decorating his lips. “acting with feelings rather than thinking… i'm really sorry, y/n.” a short pause was done by the other, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts and come up with proper words. “i can’t sleep and maybe this is because i dived in the sea of my thoughts, but i can’t find any other reason to explain why i got upset of you declining and spending less time with me. do you like your tutor?”

the question pulled a peal of laughter from your lips. silly how he thought you’d end up having such fondness for a guy you barely interact with.

“come on, it’s taking too much courage for me to word this out.” another whine was heard from him. “don’t laugh at me!”

“sorry, sorry. it’s just i was surprised by your question,” you replied, in between faint chuckles. you breathed in, trying to stop yourself from laughing. “well, i don’t. please, i just met him.”

serim sighed in relief. “that’s all i need to know. now, i can sleep,” he uttered, his tone merrier.

“i thought you’re going to conf—”

once again, he interrupted you. his words probably will be the one leaving you awake for the next few hours. “i like you, y/n.”

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breadoffoxy · 5 years ago

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The Rule of Fries

Summary: Misadventures with your friends at a restaurant where you learn about the seriousness of french fry theft and how nice Jimin’s thighs are.

Written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Bingo Bash. Prompt: Stealing Food

Pairing: Jimin x n. Reader

Genre: Crack, humor, some fluff

Warnings: Just people being stupid, Jimin’s thighs, language

Word Count: 1,547

"Looks like everyone else is going to be late." Jin says while scrolling through his phone.

"Ah, Yoongi no! That doesn't mean its nap time." you exclaim when the sharp-eyed man starts to shift into a laying down position. He groans as you practically lay across the bench to try to keep him propped up.

Here you are in a packed restaurant, Taehyung's favorite burger joint, in one of the larger circular booths in the back. Your group of friends are doing a weekend meal together but it appears the rest of them are stuck in traffic.

Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, and you spread yourselves out along the curved booth hoping it would deter people asking you if the spot at the end was taken. The staff keeps giving your group the stink eye with four people taking up such a large space during the dinner rush. Well, it looks like three now since Jimin offered to get your meal at the counter when the numbered was called.

What a chivalrous man.

"Yeah, you have no idea who was sitting there before, you know. What if they had a sweaty bottom." Jin supplies.

Yoongi and you make a face and the sleepy man finally sits back upright. He levels a disgusted look at his friend while you let out a strangled, revolted groan.

"That is so gross Jin. Why would you even say that?" You question the man now laughing heartily at the death looks he is getting.

Yoongi takes a look down at Jin's butt. "I guess you must know what that's like."

Jin ceases his laughing and throws a serious look at the shorter man. "Actually, no I wouldn't. My skin's flawless and doesn't sweat."

Your mouth drops in amazement at the man on the other side of the table, or maybe it’s just shock because you thought he couldn't get any worse or perfect. You couldn't decide.

"That's bullshit." Yoongi curses at Jin.

Jin leans to the side, exposing his butt to Yoongi. "Yah, go ahead and feel my dry bottom why don't you and see for yourself."

"This is a family establishment," you hiss at the handsome crazy man.

"Just because it's not sweating now doesn't mean it won't." Yoongi chimes in logically.

Jin sighs loudly and sits back in a normal position with butt fully on the bench.

"Here y/n, sorry for the wait." Jimin announces as he approaches the table with your tray and his. He puts the tray down gently in front of you with a smile, his eyes disappearing into little crescents.

"Jimin, thank you!" you cheer, your mouth watering at the large burger, fries, and milkshake in front of you waiting to be devoured. You notice something missing though.

"Ah Jimin, don't sit down yet because I need-"

"Ketchup? Here you go." The blonde takes a couple of packets from his tray and puts it on yours.

You can't help but gasp at the action. "I love you so much right now."

Jimin beams at your praise to the point where he looks like he's glowing. So much so it makes Yoongi flinch.

"Stop your disgusting flirting and just go make out already."

Jimin's glow diminishes. So much that the area around him appears darker than before as he shoots a glare at the smirking man sitting on the other side of you.

Obliviously, you start opening your ketchup packets. "This isn't flirting Yoongi. Don't be upset because I like Jimin better than you."

"Ooooh burn." Jin booms across the table at both of them.

Jimin returns to a neutral state now torn between being happy that you like him better than the snarky pianist but devastated that you never notice him actually flirting with you.

A worker yells Jin’s number across the large, noisy room. As he stands up to grab it, Yoongi's number is yelled out too. Yoongi stares at his roommate with pleading eyes, his earlier hard expression turned into an adorable pout.

Dramatically, Jin points at his slouching friend, "This is the last time you hear me."

Yoongi's pout morphs into his gummy smile at his victory. This isn't the first time Jin said those words, and it won't be the last.

"Too bad we already ordered our food." You say as you pick up a fry and dip it in ketchup. You felt it was rude to eat before the others got here, but you didn't want it to grow cold.

"I think the staff would really murder us if we took up this large table and didn't order anything." Yoongi pipes in, now slouched over the table as he waits for his food.

Jimin agrees with a thumbs up as he's busy chewing on a heartily bite of his burger. He swallows it and slurps some of his milkshake before adding, "We can always order more food when they get here."

"Do you see the size of these burgers?" You question the man. "I don't even know how you're holding them up with your baby hands."

Yoongi snickers at the pout on Jimin's face.

"I don't have baby hands." Jimin grumbles as he inspects his rather small hands.

Jin shortly arrives with his and Yoongi's food. He sits down gracefully before sliding a tray across to his slouching roommate.

"The last time, seriously."

Yoongi says something but its illegible what exactly with his mouth now stuffed with food.

"You're welcome." replies Jin as though he knows what the other man is saying. You never know though; they've been roommates for years so they probably have a translation guide for each other nailed down by now.

Picking up another fry, you remember what you've been wanting to ask Jin. "Oh, how did your date go the other day?"

Jin frowns in concentration as he remembers the events. He's seen this person a couple times now, but has been conflicted about wanting to continue things or not.

"It was fun. I love how they laugh at all my jokes and they look so cute. There was just something though that...I don't know it's silly."

"No go on, tell us." You encourage between sips of your milkshake.

Jin's expression turns vexed with infuriated eyes as he recalls the events. "They stole a french fry. Can you believe it?"

You remain silent, honestly think this is another one of the man's jokes. His grave features though quickly tell you it is not. Jin slams his hands on the table. "I was just talking to them and there they go, just reaching across the table all casual, and pluck it straight off of my plate. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say."

And Jin always knows what to say.

"Wait, what seriously? It's just one fry what's the big deal?"

"Dump their ass." advises Yoongi in complete seriousness.

You guffaw in complete shock as you note Jimin nodding seriously beside you.

At your unbelieving expression, Yoongi picks up a fry and points it at you. "Rule number two of life, never steal another person's fries."

"What's number one then smart guy?" You ask curiously.

"Never wake me up when I'm sleeping." The genius enlightens. You swear you see Jin shiver in fear for a second.

"That's...very valid." You add, as you know how Yoongi can be in the mornings and especially before his coffee.

"Don't worry y/n." Jimin slides his tray of food closer to you. "I'd let you steal all the fries you want." He props an arm up on the table, and rests his head in his palm as he stares at you with starry eyes.

"Awww, Jimin that's so sweet. Thank you." You reach over and pat one of his strong thighs as the other hand grabs a few of his fries. There's a slight twitch at your touch before you feel hard muscle flex under your hand. He looks at you coyly as your eyebrows raise in intrigue.

Is it just you or is it getting hot in here?

The moment is ruined by the sound of Yoongi gagging. You whip around to make sure that's he is ok. The smirk Yoongi is giving Jimin and you is a deviant one. You punch him in the arm for making you worry unnecessarily. You can feel the coldness of Jimin's pointed glare from next to you.

"This is a family establishment." Jin parrots back at you, clearly amused at the situation.

It doesn't take much longer for the others to arrive. When they reach your table, your small group cheers at their approach.

"I see you already ordered." Namjoon greets as he looks across the herd of people and at the large menu hanging from the wall.

"We were planning on ordering more." Jin supplies.

"We were hungry." You punch Yoongi's arm again. At Hoseok's pout, Yoongi mumbles out a sorry.

Jimin does his secret handshake with an excited Taehyung before sliding down to make room for his best friend. Jimin’s warmth is now pressed up against your side. Before Taehyung can slide Jimin's tray down a large hand snatches a couple of fries. Jungkook's absentmindedly looking over at the menu, snacking on the stolen fries.

"Jungkook, you asshole."

At Jimin's outrage, Jungkook finally notices the seven exasperated looks he's getting.

"...What?"

#btsghostie #btsghostiebingo #bts fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #jimin x reader #bts crack #chaotic bts #Jin and Yoongi are roommates #my writing #The Rule of Fries

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pixiibells · 4 years ago

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United States of Tara reaction fic!

Guys this was in my drafts from line 2014-15 and I never posted it. Here we go!!

Okay, so this episode aired allll the was back in 2009, but my husband and I found it on Netflix last week and we like it. I saw "Possibilities" and I thought Marshall and Jason were freaking adorable! Then we watched "Betrayal" and I really liked where it ended, prefect for a fan to pick up where it left off. I wrote this between that episode and the closer for season one.

Title: Revived

Author: Pixiebells

Fandom: United States of Tara, Season 1

Genre: Reaction fic to “Betrayal”

Pairing Marshall/Jason

“Did you do this?!”

Marshall looked up from his novel, as he read placidly on the lawn. The fire was out, and Kate had gone inside. The shed was now a burnt-out stub in the ground, with ash and papers soaked in water, little memories floating around, soon turning to garbage. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Something just came over me.” He glared at his mother.

“Oh, don’t you dare do that!” Tara growled at him. “Don’t you fucking condescend me like that!”

“So you’re mad about this?” He shot back, annoyed.

“Of course I am! You burned our fucking shed down, Marshall!”

“Oh, so you get to make irrational, stupid decisions with little to not consequence but the second I act out, it’s wrong.”

“We’re wrong either way!” she shouted. “But in my defense, I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing. You, however, are.”

She sighed and sat down on the edge of his chair.

“Look, we both screwed up, okay? Do you really think I’m happy about all this? Do you think I like making a mess of everything I touch? Barely able to keep a job, or get through a weekend of in-laws? Or have a normal afternoon at the spa with my sister?”

“Back to self-pity, again. You’re shameless.”

She grabbed his book and threw it on the lawn, aggravated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t order extra snark with this conversation. What is your problem?”

“Right now? You. You are my problem. I really liked him, and maybe, maybe he likes me back. Do you think I was happy putting myself through that disturbing production, just to spend time with him? What kind of origin story would that be for our adopted children? ‘Your father and I met because I thought he was cute, and he thought pretending to burn in hell for perfectly valid feelings was a fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.'”

“Oh my God, you’ve already imagined adopting kids with him?” she chucked good-naturedly, despite herself. She didn’t want to insult her son’s feelings, but that was one hell of a crush.

“Well, yeah. I’m like a wolf, or a clown fish, or whatever animals mate for life. Point is, I like one guy at a time. And when I like him, I really like him. And Jason’s not shallow like a lot of people my age. He’s rare. He’s kind of special. And he’s grown up in this totally controlling, unhealthy environment and maybe now he’ll let his guard down a little.”

“Aww, sweetie. I’m sorry.”

Tara’s anger melted away like the magazine clippings T had plastered on the walls of the shed last summer. She’d found every image of Justin Beiber she could get her hands on, and wrote “PUSSY BITCH” and “FUCK BELIEBERS” and the semi-political “DON’T TALK ABOUT ANNE FRANK LIKE THAT!” In red Sharpie all over his stupid face.

She hugged Marshall, and his anger melted just like his bike had. “I promise I’ll never make out with boys you like again.”

“You better not.” He replied in her ear, finally relaxed. They parted and he spoke again: “I’m sorry too. I know that was kinda your…place.” His guilt finally caught up to him.

“It’s fine. You know, maybe it needed to go. Maybe that was just cosmic timing. You know, my therapist basically dumped me today.”

“Really? Aww, I was trying to think of some puns or a catch phrase for you guys, like a reference to Ocean’s Eleven or something.”.

Tara smiled in appreciation. “I love how creative you are. I’ve always loved that about you. But hey, maybe it’s a chance for a new start, you know? Maybe I should get this new therapist, or go back on the meds.”

“No, no, don’t do that just for my sake. That should be your choice, my melodrama notwithstanding.”

“Thank you. And I’d do it for us. All of us. It’s just something I’m tossing around anyway. Come on, why don’t we go inside?” she mended fences, picking up his book and handed it back to him as he got up.

“Just one more thing?”

“Yeah?”

“Was he at least a good kisser?”

“Oohh, details!” she squeaked. “Why? You wanna kiss him?”

“Already did, actually.” he beamed, content with his conquest..

“Oh, well done, playa.”

“And then he kissed back.”

“Ooooh!”

“But it was so quick I wasn’t sure. So…”

“He was all right. Not terrible, not great. Not much experience. Well,” she teasingly looked to him, “not yet.”

“Mom.” he blushed, looking away.

They had reached the kitchen by then. Kate was back up in her room and Max was washing his hands.

“OK,” Tara breathed a sigh, “I’m gonna go change, get cleaned up. Start helping out with dinner.”

As she went upstairs, Marshall sat at the counter and struck up a conversation with Max. “Dad?”

“You and mom work things out?” he asked, pulling a roast pan out of the cupboard.

“Yeah, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. Just, don’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay. I am sorry.”

“You’re fine, it’s cool. Not the first fire I’ve put out today,” he remarked with a smile.

“I have kind of an important question. About Mom and her alters.”

“What’s that?” he asked, while rummaging through the freezer.

“When she’s T, and she’s hitting on some other guy, or, making out with someone half her age. How do you get over it? You guys have been together for almost 20 years. Doesn’t at least a little part of you get insanely jealous?”

“On some level, yeah.” Max agreed, sticking a bowl of water in the microwave. “But I remind myself of a couple things. It’s temporary, it’s meaningless, and it’s not really her. To be honest, when she’s…not herself, I actually don’t really, uh…”

“Oh,” Marshall was taken aback. “So when she’s not herself, you guys don’t…”

“We agreed it was weird. So it makes it easy to disconnect.”

“That makes sense. Sorry if that was a weird question.”

“Aw, come on. We both know that’s the tip of the weird iceberg around here.” Max winked at his son.

Marshall chuckled, relived. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get that, you’re starting dinner,” he said, rising from his seat. Max thanked him and turned back to the microwave, hot water now ready for thawing.

He opened the door and Jason was there, looking a bit anxious.

“Oh,” Marshall’s mood immediately cooled off. He was square with his mom, but Jason didn’t exactly fight her off, and he was still hurt.

“Sorry, my mom’s not available right now.” He contemplated closing the door, but settled on giving him an icy glare instead.

“Look, I’m really sorry. And believe me when I say I’m not interested in any…version of your mom. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. If it makes you feel any better, it was weird. And I’m not into labels or whatever, but I really do like you. And your family’s kinda cool. Hell of a lot better than mine.”

“OK, OK,” God damn, he was so cute...he couldn’t throw him away after one weird afternoon, “you’re off the hook. I might have gone a little overboard…”

“Holy shit, that was you?” Jason’s eyes widened. “Whoa…I hope I never piss you off.”

“I…got…jealous.” he stammered. “Sorry if that’s weird for you.”

“I’ll take as a…compliment.” Jason said with a shrug.

They shared a smile, relieved at last.

“So…maybe we can hang out later on?” Jason suggested. “I mean, if you still want to.”

“I do want to.” Marshall quickly replied. He still had a shot! “We’re gonna have dinner in a little while, but maybe...” he reached over and tucked back a lock of hair that has fallen over his eyes, “we could go for a walk first?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jason agreed, grinning.

“Okay.” Marshall said quickly, voice teeming with excitement.

He bounded inside and let his dad know they’d be out.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” he promised.

“No rush.” Max smiled back, reassuringly.

Marshall waltzed out the door, and they walked off, together.

THE END.

#united states of tara #season 1 #marshall/jason #what could've been #omg so cute #old post #fanfiction

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doof-doofblog · 4 years ago

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"You Can't Even Say It, Can You?!"

Double Episode Post

Monday 29th March 2021 - Tuesday 30th March 2021

Hello again everyone! Hope you're week is going well so far! I apologise for being so late, but this post is going to cover this week's Monday and Tuesday episodes, that way I will be completely up to date! Unfortunately I do have plans for the rest of the week so I probably won't be posting again until next Monday, where of course I'll post double episode posts just to make sure I've caught up with you all! I just want to say thank you for your patience and support, it really does mean the world!

Anyway, let's jump straight into it, so much drama happening right now! The first thing I have to mention first is Whitney, Kush and Gray! After the way Gray had spoken to them the night before, but Whitney and Kush appear to be discussing Gray's behaviour. Kush completely believes that Gray was out of order for talking to Whitney the way he did, especially considering she's been at his every beckon call looking after his kids over the last few months! But Whitney seems to stick up for her friend, claiming that he's been through a tough time and it's understandable why he'd be stressed out. I'm glad that Kush is slowly noticing Gray's flaws, only ever so slightly though!

Later on, Whitney goes to visit Gray but interestingly before she arrives we see Gray pull out some kind of piece of jewellery from his blazer pocket, at first I wasn't too sure what this was for, was it Chantelle's? Was it the piece of jewellery that had gone missing? Or was it for something else completely?! As Whitney finally arrives, Gray happens to mention that he has a work Gala event to go go, but he doesn't appear to be in the mood, considering he used to go with Chantelle every year. Oooooo Gray is really good manipulator isn't he?! It's blatantly obvious that he's dropping hints, informing Whitney that he doesn't want to go, so of course Whitney offers to attend the event with him and be his plus one, and of course Gray is ever so thankful and appreciative of her for suggesting such a thing, but what else makes it more creepy - when Whitney mentions she has nothing to wear for the event so Gray give her one of Chantelle's dresses to wear!

As Whitney is at home getting changed, Kush walks in to find her wearing the dress. Needless to say she does look stunning in it, but as Whitney admits it's actually Gray's deceased wife's dress she's wearing, makes her feel incredibly uncomfortable! I mean it's no secret that Gray has fallen for Whitney, but is it some kind of twisted ploy to replace Chantelle?! Who knows?! Kush is absolutely baffled when he learns about the dress and states that Gray must be going insane! What normal person would do such a thing?! But regardless of the slight concern, Whitney still tries her best to stick up for Gray, claiming that he's still a grieving man and dealing with a lot of stress. Kush seems to understand that his girlfriend is just doing Gray a favour, which of course she is - little do they know that it means something more for Gray.

Ooooh so the piece of jewellery that Gray had earlier he had actually bought for Whitney?! Was this all part of his plan? Or was it only going to be an apology gift for the way he spoke to her the previous night?! Gosh, my mind is asking all sorts of questions! Don't you guys find it incredibly creepy?! It's like Gray almost has this slight obsession with Whitney and knowing that she's dating Kush, seems to really grate on him! It's almost as if he can't have her, no one can! Eventually Gray and Whitney make their way to the Gala event, and it seems as if everyone's eyes are turned towards Whitney, but not so much in a good way. Not even a year after his wife's death - technically, it's only been just over 6 months - people are concerned that Gray has moved on ever so quickly from his deceased wife, plus the fact that Whitney was once his client makes it even more weird!

One of the main highlights for me was during the event, it was clear to see that Whitney was getting bored of out her skull! As she spots Gray speaking with colleagues, she approaches him claiming that she's been doing the "Signal" for a good while, but Gray pathetically apologises claiming that he thought she'd just had an itchy nose! It's clear that she isn't enjoying herself and has concerns about people staring at her! But the most brilliant part of that scene was the look on Whitney's face after realising what she had just eaten after being offered a canape' - snail!!!!! That was a hilarious and a very relatable moment, brilliant acting from Shona McGarty! She's truly brilliant!

After a small chat with Gray and a quick goodbye, Whitney finally leaves the event - much to her relief, but to her surprise, Kush is sat outside the club waiting for her. As they share a portion of chips together on the side of the road, it's funny to see how comfortable they are together as Whitney lets out a burp! It's a funny moment which they both laugh at, even though I never saw this connection before, it's clear to see that they feel truly comfortable with each other, it's a relationship that I never thought I'd actually enjoy, but yes Kush and Whitney have always been good friends, but being in a relationship - it just works! As they continue to laugh at Whitney's actions, Kush makes an interesting response that they're like an old married couple - now this is what I didn't see coming - Whitney does the most amazing, honourable thing and gets down on one knee and proposes to Kush. He is totally stunned by her question, but accepts her proposal and they both hug with pure excitement and happiness! I truly felt that this was a beautiful moment, I know it's not traditional for the lady to pop the question, but it is the 21st century, why shouldn't women propose to their loved ones, I'd love to see it more often!

Of course, Gray has no knowledge about Whitney and Kush's engagement, but the interesting thing is when he returns from the Gala, he removes his wedding ring from his finger! Like, why?! Is he really over Chantelle already?! It's not until the following day when Whitney arrives at his place to take care of the kids that Gray eventually finds out. Whitney begins to explain that she was going to text him when she got home, which kind of puts a small smile on Gray's face, making him think she was going to thank him for a lovely evening or something, but it turns out she was just going to tell him about her and Kush's engagement! As Gray learns the news, you can see he has to put on a front, claiming that he's thrilled for both of them, but deep down - we know he's not as thrilled as he makes out, deep down, he's seething! As everyone gathers at Ruby's club to toast the happy couple, Gray arrives late but once again he can't help but be completely manipulative! As he steps to the bar, Kush approaches him saying that argument from the other day has been forgotten about, but Gray seems to be really sly, claiming that he's luckily to have Whitney - stating that she'd be willing to wait for him to get out of prison and they may be able to walk up the isle in about 4 or 5 years time! Ooooo, he's so conniving isn't he? What do we think will happen for Whitney and Kush, will they be able to get married before he goes to prison? Or is something even more devastating going to happen?!

The second thing I have to mention is Sharon! Now she's moved out of the Vic, I have been wondering where she's been staying, it turns out that she has moved in next door to the Slaters! To be fair, I was wondering where she had gone, whether she had moved in with someone, but turns out that she's managed to get herself her own place. Unfortunately having the Slater's as her neighbours is the price she's had to pay! She happens to mention to Callum that she's desperate to have a new start for her son, Albie! Realising that she's had to depend on Phil for a few things in her life, she take the opportunity to approach him about becoming a part of his money laundering business, regardless of giving her son somewhere to live, she needs to have some kind of business opportunity for her son, to provide for him, but also for something for her son to be proud of.

As much as Phil is willing to help his old friend out, Ben can't seem to understand how his Dad is still clinging to straws where Sharon is concerned. I guess I can understand Ben's concern, he clearly doesn't want his Dad to be made a fool of again. He makes the valid point that Sharon would never had ended up in this mess if she hadn't have slept with Keanu in the first place. In an attempt for once and for all keep Sharon away from his Dad, Ben takes it upon himself to confront her, but Sharon - being the vixen that she is, gives just as good as she gets, claiming that no one would even bat an eye-lid at Ben if he didn't share the same surname as his Dad! But interestingly, Ben gives her some food for thought, which leads to Sharon changing her mind about being involved with Phil's business. She approaches and Phil and claims she wants something that Albie can be proud of, she's had to confide in Phil for too long now and she needs to do things her way, for her son - which I think is perfectly reasonable and understandable!

The next day, she's look through the paper for all sorts of business opportunities, but as does so, she happens to over hear Peter and Kheerat talking about fitness! Could this be something that Sharon could look into? As Peter arrives home, looking worse for wear - I genuinely can't tell whether he's been for a run or whether he's been out getting pissed again - however, Sharon approaches him with an idea of getting into fitness. But Peter, being the immature male that his is, scoffs at the idea of Sharon wanting to get involved in fitness. She stands her ground though and claims that she doesn't want him to train her, but somehow grow a business in fitness, to which Peter sarcastically responds by questioning that she's wants to become a Personal Trainer?! Realising she's not getting anywhere with Peter, she seems to visit an old venue of the Square, something which I always thought got turned into "Ruby's". We see Sharon look at her phone and contact Jack, purposing that she has a business opportunity for him, but we can see that she's stood beside a business of building of some kind named "Ronnie!" - was this Ronnie's club or something before she passed away?! I can't remember what this piece was, if anyone can remind me, I'd love to find out! What could Sharon's next business be?!

The next thing on my list is the Slater's - mainly Lily for a change this time! Can I just say how brilliant it is to see the young actors and actresses being in the centre of a story for a change? After learning that her Mum is going to be going to prison, Lily can't seem to understand why her Nan isn't doing anything to help. Poor Jean has so much on her plate right now, she's having to deal with her terminal cancer and the fact that her daughter is going to prison. Interestingly, she happens to mention that this day happens to be Stacey's final day of freedom! Does this mean she'll be going to prison or going to trial very soon?!

Meanwhile, in another part of the Square, Billy and Honey are waiting to hear news about Janet's audition, eventually both Lily and Will happen to meet up on the Square, together they share stories about their families being at each other's throats. Lily confiding in Will about her Mum going to prison, the fact she called Ruby her "Wicked Step-Mum" was brilliant! But Will also informs her that his family isn't as different, as he's having to cope with his Mum and Dad bickering over his Mum's new relationship with Jay - it seems these two youngsters have more things in common than I realised. They both have dysfunctional families! To cheer his friend up, Will invites Lily to the celebratory party that's been planned for Janet.

As Lily and Will observe the events and discussions taking place in front of them, Lily questions whether Billy and Jay are rowing or actually being civil with each other, but the next thing that Will says seems to play on Lily's mind. He mentions that since Honey had her fall, both Jay and Billy have been nice to each other, mainly because they've had no choice. As Janet arrives for her surprise party it's revealed that she's been given the job for the ad campaign. As Lily returns home, Will's words play on her mind. She finds herself at the top of the stairs, she can overhear her Mum and Jean discussing what's going to happen over the next few days. Suddenly we hear a horrendous scream, Lily is seen lying almost unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. The poor girl has thrown herself from the stairs in an attempt to stop her family from arguing. Will she be okay?!

The final thing I need to mention is Mick and Frankie! After trying to get to know his daughter a lot better, he's come to learn that Frankie hasn't got her driver's licence yet. Determined to teach his daughter to drive, he takes Frankie out in the car, unfortunately things don't go to plan when the car seems to pack in! As much as Frankie tells her Dad not to worry, Mick begins to feel distraught, considering the fact the he hasn't been there for her as a child, he's eager to be there for her now she's come into his life. Eventually they manage to get the car starting again, however they're met with another issue when a car-park attendant places a ticket on the windscreen of the car.

As much as Mick tries to co-operate with the attendant, things only seem to escalate when he's accused of being a repeat offender. Mick admits he's taught his other children to drive in the exact same way, but the car-park attendant seems to really insult him by claiming he's broken the law numerous amounts of times. As Mick appears to lose his patience, he rips the ticket off the windscreen and throw it back at the attendant, poor Frankie is silent as she watches the events happening in front of her, luckily she thinks on her feet, gets into the car, starts the engine and reverses quickly for her Dad to jump in! In Mick's shock at her driving skills, he lunges into the car and they speed off before the car-park attendant can do anything else.

As they get home they determined to try again, but I have to say I love Frankie's humour! Claiming that she'd make a brilliant get away driver, she hilariously puts on a pair of tights over her head to play the role! After another successful driving lesson, it looks as if the car seems to have another issue, as Mick continues to see to the car, his phone begins to ring. Frankie finds it, claiming it's a bloke called "Tom" - however Mick informs her to ignore the call, instantly Frankie is suspicious and begins to question her Dad, however Mick seems to make a comment which doesn't sit well with Frankie, claiming she's "Beginning to sound like her Mother!". Frankie is deeply hurt by this comment and walks away, making Mick realise he's said the completely wrong thing!

In a desperate attempt to make it up to her, he follows and claims that the bloke he ignored the phone call from was someone he was meant to speak to revolving around his sexual abuse as a child. Frankie completely understands and Mick states that because she's his daughter, she will be a Carter! As they return to the Vic, Frankie appears to be confronted by old school bullies who seem to have tracked her down after hearing the news about her Mum. Mick however seems to seething after hearing everything they're saying, but Frankie is proves that she is more than capable of looking out for herself, putting the bullies right in their place, which leaves a huge smile on Mick's face, she truly is his daughter! Only as they try again when she's behind the bar, Mick takes his chance to step in, however when he informs them to stop hassling Frankie her referrers to her as his "Staff" and not his daughter! This clearly upsets Frankie as she comes realise that even though she's longing to become a part of his family and become a real "Carter" - Mick finds it really hard to call her his "Daughter!" - even though he's said it directly to her, he can't seem to admit it to other people!

I really hope that Mick will overcome this fear of admitting who Frankie really is, if he's has any hope of building a relationship with her, that is the first thing he's going to have to do! I know I've said it once and I'm going to say it again, I really can't wait for Nancy to return, I'm really excited to the see the sister dynamic between Nancy and Frankie, it's going to be brilliant! What do you think of the soap so far? If there are thoughts and opinions you'd like to share, please feel free to leave me a comment or message, I'll always take the time to respond! Thank you all for your on-going support! Love you all xXx

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wexhappyxfew · 5 years ago

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After the last chapter I really need to ask about Catherine and George reletionship. You seriously left me without words last night

ooooh YES! i feel like i knew someone would be curious about these two especially after that last chapter :)

Catherine & George - Relationship

So, I have previously talked about the friendship between Catherine and George but with my latest chapter, people would know that they essentially became one, in a relationship together which will continue to be explored in the following chapters!

My decision for Catheirne and George to be together really stemmed from the moment that I talked about them sharing back in the foxhole In Bastogne after Joe and Bill were hit and Buck was taken off the line. I wrote about them being vulnerable with each other, knowing they could be vulnerable with one another, and the feelings of just trying to make each other feel better in that moment, but not succeeding in the end and breaking down in one another’s arms.

As I continued writing, I LOVED the dynamic I got from there as a writer personally. When I first was writing The Soldier of Stars, none of my characters initially had a person I wanted them in a relationship with at the end, because my goal was to complete the character arc of the changed character. So as I wrote, I let myself explore if my character, like Catherine, could potentially be in a relationship with any of the guys, just to see how it’d be and for me their trust she already had with George was enough for me to know that they could form a trusting relationship, a good one.

As I wrote them, I found myself writing Catherine more and more as a happy person around George, as she began to notice she was in fact happier just around him, and he always made her feel better, and Catherine described how with George she didn’t feel that numb feeling that always followed her around, she felt some sort of feeling she couldn’t quite understand with him.

So I was like, okay why not? I enjoy the friendship so much that I think a relationship would be even cuter! And so, I had the scene of Catherine being helped up to her room written down for a while but I couldn’t figure out who to fill the face with until I figured out that George was ultimately the right goal for it 🥺

And I’ve never been happier to pick George for Catherine. George brings some light into Catherine’s light and makes her believe that love can be passionate and filled with happiness, it doesn’t have to be tough and demeaning like her father’s love. She doesn’t have to try to be the best person she can with George; she can be herself, that’s all she ever wanted to be and George loves that about her, that she’s herself.

In the rest of the book, I go deep into their relationship, especially throughout the end of this war, and many important conversations they share and of course some cute moments and things, but I really try to showcase that relationship of love (bc i dont want to keep writing over and over the same sort of love story, that’s boring, and i want it to be real, not just pushing two characters together, there need to be valid reasons :))

George and Catherine truly for me are the love that sort of shows up out and nowhere, and saves you, in a sense. Catherine has clearly already been through so much as a Lieutenant and like Malarkey, she lost all those guys as well, including Joe and Bill, two of her closest friends. And then her mind was practically at war, voices in her head yelling at her for her weak and vulnerable emotions that she should stop crying, stop showing herself as being weak in front of others, that she had to keep trying. And that’s what truly broke her as a character, seeing human beings the way they were in the camps, when all she tried to do was continue to make the world better. Upon seeing that we see the wall Catherine hits and once again, George is there for her.

And them just talking in this scene, having George make Catherine feel better a little and getting her talking and smiling a bit, even talking about his family and how he has his momma’s eyes, is very sentimental and a moment shared between them that no one else has to hear about, and I feel that’s where I was like okay, this is happening, this is going to be a thing because they just MESH SO WELL!!

And so I’m super excited for more updates to really start to show their dynamics in their relationship and how they work as a couple, and just how they are with the relationship, just showing that pure love and devotion to one another after all the rough times they went through.

I’ve enjoyed writing them so much bc my lil bb Catherine’s finally happy for once! She’s not filled with sadness, she’s truly happy and if two characters can find happiness in one another I love it even more, it’s adorable :)

thank u sm for the question francesca!! i hope this answered my thought process really on these two but they are truly one of my absolute favorites to write because of how pure the love is between one another, the mutual respect and love and adoration that was undermined throughout the story in certain parts. A surprise relationship really which i LOVE!! thanks!! <3

#ask me about my charscters!#anything u would like truly #band of brothers #the soldier of stars #catherine & george - relationship

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 6 years ago

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The Perfect Ship

Part 2

Request: Hey, I saw that you’re requests for Spn are open. Can you write a Dean Winchester x reader fic? R is a part of the team and on a mission she discovers that Spn is a book (like a cosplay or smth) and she sees people shipping them and her reaction is the same as when Dean found out about Destiel. Maybe they end up together after that. I hope that wasn’t too much. Thank you. Requested by anon.

You can read part one here.

Supernatural Masterlist

Word Count: 2348.

Recap:“I think you’re in the new books too” Sam believed.

“As if”.

“I love him, Sammy! What should I do? Do I tell him or do I keep it to myself. I don’t want to get hurt, because you know Dean is a womanizer and I’m not 100% sure that he loves me back” a girl with o/h/c came with a guy who was dressed like Sam.

“Listen Y/n. Life is too short and if you love him, you should tell him. Trust me on this” the guy spoke in a deep tone.

“What the hell is that?!” your mouth was left wide open from shock.

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“I think that’s supposed to be you and the guy is supposed to be me” Sam informed you.

“No fucking way. I’m not having this. Hey, Lady!” you approached the pair.

“Oh, you’re Y/n too” she smiled at you.

“Oh, no! Not too. There is only one me and that’s definitely not you. Besides, I don’t have o/h/c hair. Also, spoiler alert but me and Dean are not in love with each other, so stop spreading lies!” you were so angry.

“Oh, you’re one of those” the guy said.

“One of who?” you questioned.

“The ones who believe that their OTP is the only valid ship. What are you? A SamY/n shipper? Or one of those who believe that she’s the female version of Dean only lesbian” the guy asked.

“First of all, Ship? There’s no Sam me shit. Second of all, I AM NOT the female version of Dean and I’m definitely not a lesbian. Not as far as I know. What is wrong with you people?”.

“If you’re not a DeanY/n shipper and not a SamY/n shipper or shipping Y/n with any female character, then who do you ship her with?”.

“Nobody. I ship myself with myself. How about that?”.

“Weirdo” the girl said.

“Say that again!” you dared her.

“Listen, everybody is here to have fun. So, don’t be one of those people who believe they are the only people entitled to be a character, okay?”.

“Do I look like a character to you?”.

“Yeah, aren’t you Y/n?”.

“The real Y/n. It’s on my birth certificate, you idiot!”.

“Sure, whatever you say” he scuffed.

You were about to attack him when Sam came in the middle and stopped you, while Dean was standing in the corner and laughing at you.

“Calm down, Y/n. It’s not worth it!” he whispered to you “I’m sorry. She takes this very seriously and forgets herself sometimes” he apologized on behalf of you.

“Seriously, Sam? I take this very seriously? It’s my fucking life” you shouted.

“Welcome to the club” Dean grinned.

“I’m gonna break those pretty teeth of yours” you threatened.

“So, what are we thinking Sammy? Case or no case?” Dean ignored you and asked his brother.

“Huh, there’s definitely a case here” you stated.

“I mean the last couple of times we’ve encountered ‘fans’ there was always a case”.

“I wonder what it is this time”.

“Wait, how many times have you been to events like these?” you asked.

“Well, there was the time we discovered our lives was a book. Then there was the convention, the musical, the crazy obsessed fangirl that I married” Sam informed you.

“Wait, you got married? And did you just say musical?”.

“Oh, yeah! It was awesome!” Dean expressed.

“I thought you hated musicals” Sam commented.

“That was a long time ago”.

“Dean, wait. I’m sorry!” a guy in a trench coat followed a guy dressed like Dean.

“Why the hell did you do that, Cass?” he spoke in a rough manly voice.

The three of you turned to watch the scene.

“I did it for you, Dean! If I didn’t do that, you would’ve died. I can’t lose you again. I just can’t”.

“Well, that wasn’t your decision to make. My life means nothing. If I was meant to die, then so be it”.

“Your life doesn’t mean nothing. It means a lot to many people, to Sam, to me. There’s something I have to tell you”.

“What is it, Cass?”.

“The thing is I was afraid of how you might react the past few years that I haven’t thought about what would actually happen after. I love you, Dean” the guy admitted.

“Yeah and I love you too, Cass. what’s the thing?”.

“No, I love you. Not in a platonic way”.

“Oh…”.

“Say something, Dean”.

“I never thought you would ever say that. I love you too” the two men kissed and you couldn’t help but laugh at Dean’s facial expression.

“Guess you’re used to that, huh?”.

“Shut up!”.

“So, uhm, Dean since when do you have feelings for Cass? Was it when he gripped you tight and raised you from perdition or was it in Purgatory? Don’t tell me it after he died and came back” you teased.

“I’ll tell you when you tell me when you started falling in love with me” he smirked.

“Oh, nice costumes! You should join the costume competition” two girls dressed like Dean and Sam complimented you and Dean.

“By the way, you look great together! DeanY/n is my OTP” one of the girls said.

“Nah, I prefer Y/n with Meg. They had so much sexual tension” the other girl said.

“Meg as in demon Meg?” you asked.

“Yeah, who else?”.

You were about to say something but Dean stopped you “let’s see if they have food, sweetheart. I’m starving” he grabbed your arm and led the way, while Sam went to investigate anything supernatural.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you removed your arm from his grip and turned to face him.

“I’m enjoying your reaction more”.

“Fuck you, Winchester!”.

“Ooooh”.

“Ewww!”.

“-no, Y/n and Rowena would be the perfect couple. They’re both sassy, surrounded by men with high testosterone levels. Let’s not forget, they’d bond over making fun of the boys. And maybe Y/n’d become her partner when she needs to do a spell that requires two people” a group of girls were debating who you should end up with.

“No, it won’t work, because Y/n is a hunter and witches are considered to be evil. Granted, Rowena is not but Y/n wouldn’t leave the boys and become a witch. But I believe Y/n and Charlie are a match made in heaven. They’d be geeks together and have a lot of fun teasing the boys” another girl said.

“Nah, she and Crowly had a thing. I’m sure of it. I mean every time they’d summon him in Y/n’s present, he’d immediately appear and greet her nicely. Not to mention, he flirted with her many times”.

“Whatever you say, for me it’ll always be the three of them together. Sam, Dean and Y/n”.

“If we’re talking about threesomes, then for me it’s Y/n, Cass and Dean”.

“If have to sit here and listen to these crazy ass girl for another second, I’m gonna die and I mean it this time” you whined.

“Yeah, I agree. Let’s get out of here”.

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“Sam, finally! Anything?” Dean asked.

“No, I haven’t found anything. You?”.

“I think the people are possessed” you claimed.

“Why would you say that?” Sam questioned.

“You don’t want to know, trust me” Dean shook his head.

“So, what now? Can we leave?” you asked.

“Not quite yet. Sometimes, the murders happen after an hour or so”.

“Oh, so we’re waiting for a murder to happen. That’s just great!” you sighed.

Suddenly, someone screamed and you rushed towards the source.

“Hey, what happened?” Dean and a guy dressed like Dean asked at the same time.

“I just got here. Didn’t get to have a look at the creature. But he managed to wound me. The poor girl died in fright” a girl dressed like you said.

“You alright?” the guy helped her up.

“Yeah, I’m fine, babe” they started making out.

“Hey, hey, hey, stop that!” you ordered.

“You talking to us?” the guy asked.

“Yeah. there’s no kissing during a hunt. You have a case to solve. Unbelievable! If the world relied on you, there’d be nobody left” you complained.

The pair left feeling ashamed.

“That was not nice” Dean commented.

“You’re one to talk".

“aegrota amore. aegrota amore” a red head and another girl dressed like you recited, while two men stood in front of them.

“Y/n’s a hunter, not a witch” you told them.

“But what if she wasn’t?” the girl dressed like you asked.

“She’s doing something good. We cast the sick love spell on these demons to get information out of them and to make them steal the demon killing knife from Crowley” the girl dressed as Rowena informed you.

“I see” you raised your eyebrows.

“Now, go get us the knife, boys”.

“I don’t- Y/n doesn’t talk like that” you reminded.

“Maybe she does”.

“Good job, my love” The Rowena cosplayer kissed the You cosplayer.

“Of course you’re together. I should’ve figured” you shrugged.

“Why are there so many people dressed as you? Sam pouted.

“You’re asking the wrong person, Sam. If I can exchange places with you, believe me I would… wait, are you sad that you haven’t seen so many people dressed as you?”.

“Maybe”.

“Dude” Dean shook his head and you laughed.

“I’m gonna go search for the other yous. Let’s just hope I don’t find them with other mes”.

“Wait for me” Dean followed.

“Have you come to tease again?” you asked.

“Nope” he lied “I’m just loving seeing you ‘shipped’ with many different people. I haven’t even thought about most of them” he admitted.

“What do you mean by thought about most of them?”.

“Uhm, nothing”.

“Have you been pairing me up with people we know in your sick little mind?” you questioned.

“Of course not” he lied.

“Liar. Ew! That’s why your enjoying all of this. It’s like your fantasies about me are coming true”.

“It’s not li-”.

“Hey bitches” a Charlie cosplayer walked by you.

“Did she just?”.

“Yup” Dean chuckled.

“Is that a mirror in your jeans?” she flirted with you.

“Uhm, no”.

“Because I see me in your pants” she winked.

“Me and Charlie were best friends nothing happened between us” you informed you.

“Subtext” she shrugged.

“What?”.

“oh, I know this one. It means sex. You can’t spell subtext without s-e-x” he grinned, feeling very proud of himself for knowing that.

“Dean here gets it” the Charlie figure said and high fived him.

“Uhm, no. I’m not dealing with this. And I’m not even going to ask how you know that” you turned around and started walking away while Dean and the girl started talking.

---

“Ah, here you are! I’ve been searching for you two” Dean interrupted your conversation with Sam.

“Dean, just in time. We were just talking about you”.

“Really? What about?” he seemed happy.

“About what yours and Cas’ ‘ship’ name should be. What do you think? Destiel? Deastiel? DeanCas?” you and Sam laughed.

“Shut your face!”.

“Sam informed me how much you needed the name, for your dark fantasies” you smirked.

“I’m gonna kill you both. I hope it was worth it”.

“Oh, look! Here you are!” you told Sam, who was actually excited.

“What should we call it? Sastiel or Samstiel?” he asked.

“Hmm.. good question. Dean any suggestions?” you were enjoying this way too much.

“I’m just gonna ignore the both of you and maybe hook up with a girl pretending to be you” he flashed his eyebrows twice in tease.

“Don’t you dare!”.

---.

By the end of the night, it turned out to be an spirit living in the house killing people, because they disturped their peace. You ended up needing the help of two cosplayers that happened to be dressed as you and Dean, while Sam was stuck inside.

You debated with them the whole time you were outside trying to get to the body, why you and Dean shouldn’t end up together and tried to prove to them that you’re the real you.

“So, I guess ghosts are real” the guy said.

“Yeah, so is every other creature mentioned in Supernatural. And so are we. We’re the real Y/n and Dean”.

“Riiight, so what’s hell like? And how’s working with a demon like?” they questioned.

“Hell is hell” Dean replied.

“Working with a demon isn’t that bad. I mean there are ‘good demons’”.

“Sure” they nodded in disbelief.

“It’s nice working with you ‘real Y/n and Dean’. I’m Gary, this is Joana” he introduced.

“And with you” Dean shook his hand and gave him a friendly smile.

“The Dean I know wouldn’t let people insult him just like that” you told him once they left.

“Sweetheart, there’s no use talking to them. They’ll never believe us no matter what. Trust me, me and Sam, we tried this before. Never worked”.

“Well, it will work. I will personally see to that. Who wrote the book?”.

“Chuck, aka God”.

“So, we’ll go talk to him and make him sort this mess”.

“We have to find him first, which we’ve been trying for the past two years”.

“Oh, I’ll find him, alright!”.

“So, wanna talk about us?”.

“What?”.

“The ‘cosplay’. What do you really think about people pairing us up?.

“You simply can’t just put ice and fire together”.

“Well, Game of Thrones did”.

“Yeah? And look what happened. I don’t wanna end up like Khaleesi, Jon Snow”

“What about the chemistry and sexual tension we have?”.

“We don’t”.

“Don’t we?”.

“Is that what you think?”.

“I asked you first”.

“Clever! Dean, in our line of work, relationships don’t last. They’re either a means to an end or a distraction and we can’t afford that”.

“Is that what you really think of us?”.

“It’s not what I think. It’s what I know from experi-” before you could finish the sentence, Dean’s lips were pressed against yours. Your eyes widened and you were shocked but within a few seconds you involuntarily closed your eyes and kissed him. When you realized what was happening you stopped and pushed him back.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll never kiss you again”.

“Dean, I- I’d be lying if I said so, but it’s not the right moment. Maybe when we’re done hunting”.

“We’ll never be done with hunting. You know how this ends. With one of us dead. So, we should do something about us before it’s too late”.

“As long as you promise me that our private lives and our work lives would be separated”.

“I can work with that”.

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hiddendreamer67 · 6 years ago

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Dragged From the Depths (3)

Summary: What happened to Thomas?

(Check my reblog for links to previous parts and the taglist!)

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“That’s the one.” Patton whispered, pointing to the ship coming closer- the ship that had taken his baby brother away.

Roman let out a low playful growl, his claws crunching tighter around their grip on the rock outcropping and causing some pieces to break off into the ocean.

“...that’s not a boat.” Logan, the eldest, peered out over his smaller brother’s shoulders. “Boats have sails.”

“Not anymore.” Roman gave Logan a strange look over his shoulder. “What’s it been since you breached, a millennium?”

“Hardly.” Logan scoffed. “But when you reach my age, I hope you’ll understand that the idea of all these land beings is...distasteful. One doesn’t need to go surface-side to experience a full life.”

Roman glared at him. “...I’m not THAT much younger, you know.”

“Wait, it’s stopped!” Patton darted towards the stationary vessel, calling out. “Virgil, we’re coming!”

“Patton, wait!” Logan dove into the water, creating quite a rippling effect as he followed his younger sibling. A splash was heard behind him, and Logan looked back to see Roman had quite the grin on his face. “Roman, stop smiling, your brother’s been abducted.”

“Oh come now, humans are harmless with their tiny limbs.” Roman teased, propelling himself along with furious thrusts of his tail.

“And yet dangerous with their machines.” Logan muttered. Being the largest of the mers, humans were not necessarily a threat to him, but Logan had been around long enough to know that the little pests could be quite dangerous to a guppy like Virgil.

The family of mers were not violent by nature, but fiercely loyal. The storm had caught the youngest two off-guard two nights ago, separating Patton from the littlest mer. Once he had found Virgil, it was only to spot him being dragged aboard the human’s boat, carried off who knows where. The thought made Logan furious once more, and he reached out a hand to give the boat a warning shove.

“Ooh, it’s been ages since I got to terrorize anyone.” Roman’s grin increased in size, pushing the boat from the other side in retaliation. As the two giant mers pushed the human’s invention between them like a plaything, Patton circled all around the bottom of it, frantically looking for any sign of Virgil.

“Virgil? Virgil!” Patton called out, his circles getting closer to the surface. He sniffed at the water, trying to catch any scent of him. There was nothing. The boat no longer held the faintest trace of a mer on board. “Virgil, please kiddo, come on out!”

The three sharks whipped around, hearing the whirling as the motor began to try to engage. Patton shrieked, quick to get out of its way. Not wanting to take any chances, Logan grabbed the device by its blade and forced it to stay stationary. The largest mer let out a hiss as the motor was tested again, tearing cuts into his hand.

“Logan!” Patton swam over hurriedly to Logan’s head, looking his giant brother in the eye. “Logan, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Logan answered. "It's merely a flesh wound." The eldest mer could endure a little pain if it meant possibly saving Virgil. Once he was certain the motor was done, Logan removed his hand, clutching it to his chest. There was a faint scent of Logan’s blood in the water now, and it only fueled Roman on.

“I’m gonna take a look above.” Roman warned them, shoving up above the water. The second he emerged, the human’s cries became much more audible. Good- they should be terrified. Roman wasn’t one for mercy when it came to his brothers.

“WHERE IS HE!” Roman yelled, baring his fangs and tearing into the ship. Ooooh, this was fun. But Roman couldn’t get distracted- he was here on a mission. His eyes scanned the entire vessel, searching for anything that could possibly be a sign of his brother.

...wait.

No, no there had to be something here. Roman couldn’t leave empty handed. Not now; they had come all this way. If Virgil wasn’t here, then…where could he be?

Roman dove back into the water, spotting Logan still clutching his hand. The eldest swirled the salty ocean sea around his hand, and Roman watched the water turn into a clear teal. Logan was strong in the ways of the Sea Witch- the goddess who gave her lifeblood to fuel all oceanic life.

“How am I looking up there?” Roman asked, seeking validation.

“You could do with a little less violence.” Logan noted.

“You’re doing fantastic, Roman!” Patton clapped his little hands, his reaction a stark contrast to his siblings’. “Any sign of Virgil?”

“No, not yet.” Roman admitted. “Just watch this, I’m going to try something.”

Roman leapt from the water, the force of his jump flinging him through the air until he arched above the ship. The humans gaped up at him in a mixture of terror and awe. Roman smirked, pleased with their reactions but not quite done. He reeled his powerful tail back like a spring, eyeing the tiny humans on the ship below him.

“This is for Virgil.” Roman informed them, slamming his tail down.

Patton gasped, watching from below as the ship turned on its side. In all the chaos, no one else seemed to notice a single human fall into the water. Patton swam closer, circling below. He...he shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. Virgil could be in trouble, Virgil could be in danger…

...The human did kind of look like Virgil, though. They were the same size as him, too. So little and in need of protection. Did that mean all these humans were guppies, too? They were all just so small, hardly a fourth of Patton’s own size. And this human looked cuddly too, just like a small dolphin.

“What did I just say about violence?” Logan swam up, pushing the boat upright with his good hand as the other continued to heal. “He’s not here, Roman.”

Roman continued to circle the boat, around and around and around and-

“Roman.” Logan called out harshly. “Enough games. This is serious.”

“Just one more jump?” Roman pleaded.

“No! If Virgil is not here, there’s no time to waste.” Logan insisted.

Meanwhile, Patton was oblivious to his brother’s arguing, watching the sad little way the human tried to maneuver through the water. What good were its legs for swimming, anyways? Patton always thought humans were silly because of that. He giggled, watching it float around in circles. Aww, how could Logan thing such a cute little thing was dangerous?

“Hey there, lil’ guy.” Patton cooed, coming closer to get a better look. It seemed to be darting its head around, eyes cloudy as it became disoriented.

“Patton, we’re leaving.” Logan called out, already in the distance. With a huff Roman was following behind as well.

“Coming!” Patton looked at the human one last time. Logan always said a human was too dangerous to keep… but oh, he really did look like Virgil. Patton’s heart began to break, and not able to help himself any longer Patton pulled the human into his massive embrace.

The effect was immediate- the human let out a cloud of bubbles, trying to push frantically away from Patton.

“Oh, no no no!” Patton adjusted his grip, trying to keep the squirmy human in his arms.“No, none of that!”

Logan and Roman seemed to have ceased their arguing, the ocean going strangely silent as they floated down to see their younger brother struggling.

“...What is that?” Logan asked, knowing fully well what it was.

“Patton, you didn’t.” Roman sighed in annoyance.

“He won’t stop struggling!” Patton wailed, looking lost as his eyes began to tear up.

“He requires oxygen.” Logan reminded him. “Did you brand him yet?”

“How do I do that?” Patton asked, having never done this before. More bubbles began to escape his human. A worrying amount, actually.

“Focus your magic.” Logan instructed, pointing to his neck where his own set of gills resided. “Just here, above the collar bone.”

“R-right.” Patton took a deep breath, placing his hand where his brother indicated. He focused on drawing from the energy of the sea around him, redirecting its natural flow into his human’s body. The skin began to glow a faint teal, and the human let out a series of coughs. It looked around, seemingly shocked to find it was still alive.

“I did it!” Patton exclaimed, removing his hand to show a little glowing blue star marking. The human reached up to his neck in almost a daze, touching the skin and looking up at Patton wearily.

“Aw, you’re welcome lil’ minnow!” Patton gave him a big smile that seemed to have the opposite intended effect, but Patton was the only one who didn’t notice. He gave the human a large bear hug, holding the squirmy human to his chest. Though he was squirmy, at least Patton was able to hug him. Virgil would often slip right out of his grasp.

Virgil… Patton’s eyes felt a bit wet, and he hugged the human to his chest tighter, earning a cute little squeak from the creature.

“Okay, so we have ...this... now.” Roman gestured to the human almost irritably. Why did Patton always have all the luck?

“Perhaps all is not lost.” Logan suggested, bringing his hand to his chin thoughtfully.“We could leverage this human in our favor to help find Virgil. A shark fin for a shark fin, and all that.”

“You…do think Virgil’s okay, right?” Roman crossed his arms tightly, trying to hide any negative feelings he might have towards Logan’s answer. Despite the fact humans were easy to manipulate, being separated from his youngest brother still made Roman nervous. Especially since now, they had sort of reached a dead end.

“Well, I think this human had a slimmer chance of survival, and he’s fine.” Logan pointed to the human in question, who seemed to have become nothing more than a snuggle toy at this point. “Humans find us as fascinating as we do them. Virgil is likely still under their observation.”

“Right, of course.” Roman nodded, realizing that made sense. “So we bring along this human, and they show us Virgil?”

“I think it’s a viable solution.” Logan shrugged.

“And just how do you plan to take the human from Patton?” Roman raised an eyebrow. “You just let the guppy get his first pet, he’s already attached now, Logan. How are you going to convince him to give it back?”

“Who said anything about giving the human back?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow of his own.

#dragged from the depths #mer!sides #sanders sides #g/t #mer!logan #mer!roman #mer!patton #mer!virgil #thomas sanders #thomas

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Motel Walls Are Made To Be Soundproof - a GEAH fanfic

Welp. I've officially fallen down the rabbit hole of Netflix's Green Eggs and Ham series. C'est la vie. Because we were ROBBED of this classic shipping scenario towards the beginning of episode ten, I took it upon myself to correct that fatal blunder. Hope you enjoy~! ❤️️❤️️

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"Uh-oh! Sorry, but I've only got one room left. You'll have to share."

"Perfect! Slumber party!"

If Guy's extensive, miserable life has taught him anything, it's that the universe loves throwing him a curve ball whenever possible. And the clerk, (why did he look so familiar?) seemed only too pleased to oblige.

The motel room was nothing short of standard. Beige, unassuming walls, mass-produced inoffensive factory artwork, a television, and twin, bland lamps framing a -

"... Single bed," grumbled Guy, letting his briefcase topple to the hardwood floor. "Figures."

His travel companion, however, approached the subject with his usual flair of obnoxious optimism.

"Hey! Single bed, double the snuzzles, amiright?" Gleefully, Sam elbowed at Guy's belly, before turning his attention to the warbling attaché. "What say we let you stretch your feathers, huh, buddy?"

"Sam, wait-!"

Too late.

Before Guy could get another word in edgewise, Sam flicked at the double latches, and with a caw of delight, Jenkins exploded into the room like a firecracker, crowing and bouncing with all limbs a-gaggle.

“Gyah-!” Guy yelped, stumbling onto his backside. Lucky for him, there was little in the room that could warrant an outrageous destruction fee…

… The noise on the other hand…

“Yeaa-aaah, Mistah J!” Sam whooped, bounding atop the lone bed like the sugar-addled child he was. “Talk about a party animal!”

Guy, however, was far from impressed.

"WILL you two keep it DOWN?!" he hissed, making a mad swipe for the Chikaraffe’s leg. With a playful squawk, however, the bird merely hoisted the elder Knox into the air, before catching him roughly by the scruff of his collar.

"What's got your wockets in a bunch?" Sam sneered, already making himself comfortable against the freshly laundered pillows. Guy, meanwhile, could only dangle helplessly from the smiling beak as he glared towards the wannabe bon vivant.

Thrashing his arms, he managed to free himself before collapsing to the mattress like a sack of cement.

"I don't know if you've noticed, or you're just too crazy to care-" Guy snarled, rising to his knees. "But we are up to our eyebrows in witnesses! Do the words noise complaint mean anything to you?! Or, better yet, search warrant?”

Valid concerns to be sure, but naturally, Sam shot him down with no more than a shrug.

"Chill-AX, my S.O.O.M.D.B... Stressed-Out-Over-Minor-Details-Buddy!” Reaching into the bedside drawer, he began to poke about curiously, evidently looking for something. “Motel walls are made to be soundproof! I mean, heaven forbid ya let the whole building know you n’ your partner are havin’ sweet, wonderful-”

“SAM!” Flushed and flabbergasted, Guy clapped his hands to Jenkins’ ears. (Or, at least, where he assumed ears would be.)

Innocently, Sam tilted his head to one side. “… What? I’m just sayin’, no one wants to have cereal with everyone listening in. Call me old fashioned, but I think slurping and crunching should be done behind closed doors only… Ooh! Speaking of which-”

Unsurprisingly, Sam was quick to find the room service menu. Wasting no time, he began to rifle through the cardboard pages, feigning a look of pseudo-concentration.

“… Let’s see…” he murmured, scratching his chin.

Guy, dumbstruck, could do nothing more than release Jenkins’ head with an aggravated grumph of embarrassment, clumsily shifting his hands into the pockets of his fur.

Why did he get the feeling Sam's… suggestive phrasing was all too deliberate?

"… Look-" he said at last, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just do me a favor, and keep the nonsense to a minimum tonight, okay?"

"Roger-dodger, Captain Cantankerous!" Sam proclaimed, posing his hand in a jolly salute. "Me n' Mr. J'll be the very models of good behavior! ... Won't we, boy? Huh?"

Jenkins, with an excitable gobble, swiftly rolled onto his back.

"Ooooh-” Sam cooed. “Looks like someone is croakin’ for a strokin’!”

With reckless abandon, he launched himself towards the bird, eagerly combing his hands along the soft, feathery belly. “We're gonna be good, wholesome tenants for this good, wholesome establishment. Aren't we? Aren't we, ya silly-willy-nilly-boy...!"

Even Guy couldn’t help but smile slightly, quietly succumbing to a gentle pet along the downy fuzz of the Chikaraffe’s neck.

The power of Sam’s smugness, though, was certainly enough to ruin the moment. With a jerk of his hand, Guy hastily withdrew, and crossed over to the phone atop the T.V mantle.

“Ah, gettin’ the midnight munchies, are we?” Sam smirked, flopping onto his stomach.

“… Sam, it’s seven-thirty.”

“You say tomato, I say ketchup.” He shrugged, propping himself against his elbows. “Oh, but ya know what tastes great in a motel room paid for by identity theft? Couple a’-!”

"If you say the words, 'eggs,' or 'ham,' or 'green,' in any particular order, I'm dumping you off at the diner where I found you." Guy warned, his brows derisively furrowed.

"... Questioned rescinded!" Sam chirped, though something in his expression seemed to have faltered a bit.

... Or, maybe it was just Guy's imagination.

"In any case-" Guy's furry finger trailed the length of the rotary dial. "I'm not callin' room service. I'm just gonna ask the front desk to send up a cot."

Sam chuckled, impishly turning to his back as he kicked at the air. "A cot? … Honestly, Guy, you spoil this bird silly! But there's really no need, I mean, this goofball should be fine with just a sheet or two-"

"It's not for Jenkins." Guy said stoutly. "It's for me."

… Sam’s feet ceased their flexing. Pouncing back to his knees, he stared at Guy with eyes like saucers.

"... For you?" He repeated dumbly. "Ya mean you're not-"

"No." Guy huffed. "I'm not." Shifting his shoulders, he fidgeted slightly with the coil of the phone. "... It... It’s just for comfort's sake. I-I'd feel better if we weren't... If I-" He cut himself off, practically tangling the cord between his awkward joints.

Sam observed his friend for a moment or two, before smiling easily with a flash of his hand. "Say no more, Pally O'Malley. You need your sleep-space, and I respect that. So!” He leapt to his feet. “What d'ya say we pull the ol' switcheroonie, and trade spots, huh? Let ME take the cot, and you can help yourself to the king-size!"

He then made an exaggerated gesture across the bedspread, like a gameshow host parading a new car. Needless to say, Guy was a little more than surprised.

"... Are... are you sure?"

"Of course! A lil' guy like me doesn't need this much room, anyway. Besides-” Slowly, Sam tucked his hands behind his back, sheepishly shuffling at his feet. “… After all the confuzzlement I've put ya through, this only seems fair."

… Sam was certainly a lot of things, (the words 'dope,' and 'nimrod' generally came to mind,) but every once in a while, he showed a certain level of autonomy Guy didn't think was possible. Briefly lost for words, Guy stared, slightly slack-jawed, before inevitably coming to his senses with a shake of his head.

"... Er... Thank you." He mumbled quietly.

After everything that Guy’d gone through within the last two days, (ranging from breakneck bean-recovery, to adversarial avalanches,) he would’ve happily sacrificed his own appendix for a good night’s rest.

Unfortunately, (but not unsurprisingly,) he had no such luck.

At first, it’d been Jenkins vying for his attention, whining softly as he prodded his beak to Guy’s shoulder.

“… Mr. Jenkins… No… It’s sleep-time…” Guy murmured drowsily, his face half-hidden behind the mound of pillow. If Guy had to guess, he’d wager the big fella was just restless, or hungry… But there was something to his chirping that felt more… desperate. Like he was actively pleading for Guy’s attention. Against his better judgement, Guy finally arose with a groggy grouse, rubbing his palm to the grittiness of his sleep-starved eyes.

“Alright, buddy, wassa matter?” he mumbled with a yawn. Looking over to the creature, Guy expected him to be pecking at the windows, or, (heaven forbid,) scratching at the door… But, to his surprise, Jenkins’ attention was not pointed at the room…

But to Sam.

Sam, who was curled like a boiled shrimp against the suspended canvas of the lightweight cot, quivering pitifully…

… Oh, Dillikins, is he sick?!

Frantically, Guy flicked at the adjoining lamp, scrambling to Sam’s side.

“Sam! Sam, what-”

“… M’sorry…”

Sam’s voice came in feebly; so feebly, in fact, that Guy wasn’t even sure he’d really heard it. Brow furrowed, he gingerly knelt to the floor.

Sam was… sorry?

… Sorry for what?

It was then that Guy realized – Sam wasn’t sick, he was dreaming… Then again, judging by the violent twitches, maybe nightmare would be the better word…

"Sam... Sam, c'mon, wake up-" Guy whispered, hopelessly jostling at his partner’s shoulders… but to no avail.

"... M'sorry..." Sam mumbled again. Guy couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but something about his voice was... unnerving. It lacked his devil-may-care smoothness and bravado... It sounded weaker, smaller... younger, even. “I… I promise I'll be good... I won't be a burden, Mom, please-"

Without warning, Sam’s rubbery arms twisted themselves around Guy’s unsuspecting midsection like a snake. He reeled, flustered and shocked, but there was no prying the little man from the surprise embrace. He seemed glued to Guy’s stomach, murmuring pathetically all the while,

“Don’t leave… Don’t leave, I’ll be good… I swear I’ll be good…”

It was not the monstrous storm of a boisterous sob, but instead, something quieter... and, all together sadder. It rattled in Sam's ribcage, shaking him from the inside-out. Against his friend, he shivered like a pup, huffing and panting and gulping for air, as his tears dampened the weathered, oak-colored coat.

Guy was all too familiar with the type of nightmare Sam was having, even if the specific context was lost on him. More than once, he’d woken up to an exhausted morning after a fit of grief-filled sleep; his face so ludicrously wet with tears, one would think it'd been raining indoors.

"SAM!" Guy hissed, rustling at his partner’s arms like a maraca. Still murmuring his ghostly pleas, Sam head merely bobbed lifelessly.

“What is he, comatose?!" Guy seethed, shooting Jenkins a thunderstruck look. "I can't get him up!"

Mr. Jenkins whimpered helplessly, glancing between his two adopted papas dads like a frightened toddler. Just then, his face lit up, and, (in what Sam would no doubt classify as a lightbulb moment,) he snapped his powerful jaws at the little man's leg.

… Sam was certainly awake then. His eyes popped open like two jack-in-the-boxes, and with an exaggerated breath, Guy knew a scream was bound to follow. Reeling, he hastily clapped his hands to his partner's open mouth, but not even that was enough to stifle the shriek of pain.

"Shh- be quiet, just be quiet!" he urged, not troubling to temper his own volume as he wrestled the writhing Sam. It proved to be more difficult than one would think, (after all, he was no bigger than their luggage to begin with,) but in his twisting arms, Sam squirmed and thrashed a weasel.

“You're fine, you're okay, just be quiet, please!"

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!

There came a harsh hammering from the opposite wall, rattling the headboard and lamps in its wake.

“Hey-!” cried a muffled, male voice. “Put a cork in it over there!”

“Yeah!” resounded a second, unfamiliar, (but equally masculine,) voice. “Some of us are tryin’ to eat cereal here!”

Red-faced with effort as well as embarrassment, Guy bit at his lip.

… So much for soundproof walls…

“S-sorry!” he stammered, hurriedly gesturing for Jenkins to hush. “My, uh… my buddy here just stubbed his toe! … We – we promise to keep it down!”

“Yeah, you better!” growled the first voice. “Cause if I hear one more peep outta either a’ you, I’m filin’ a complaint!”

Guy swallowed. “… D-duly noted…” Briefly, he paused, wondering what else to say. “Er… Sleep tight!” he added, with a gawky sort of grin.

“I wouldn’t count on it!” giggled the second voice.

Finally, after a moment of strained silence, Guy let out a breath.

“You know, those two sound so cute together.”

With a strangled yap, Guy glanced down towards Sam. He’d all but forgotten about his partner, now perfectly conscious as he lounged within the incidental cradle.

“I gotta say-” Sam continued, casually resting his hands behind his head. “In spite of the blinding pain in my leg, this is a pretty nice way to wake up.”

With a noise of disgust, Guy hastily tossed Sam to the bed like one unloading a bag of trash.

“For your information-” he snapped. “I was trying to wake you up before you got us thrown out on our furry duffs! You were caterwauling like a Pandog with a Spork in its spleen!”

… Okay, so, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. Even Jenkins shot Guy an accusatorial glare.

Sam’s smile, however, was dropped almost at once. “… You… You heard all that?”

Guy blinked, a little stunned. He’d been expecting a laugh, or a dismissive hand-wave, but… Sam looked almost afraid, sitting back against his knees as he anxiously wrung at his hands.

“… Er… Not too much-” Guy mumbled, suddenly feeling as fretful as Sam looked. There was something so off-putting about seeing such a plucky spirit look so apprehensive… Sheepishly, he rubbed at his arm, glancing towards the ground. “… I-I mean… You mentioned your mom once, but-”

Guy looked up, suddenly noting the subtle twitch in Sam’s seemingly blank eyes.

“… Sam…?” he ventured cautiously.

All at once, Sam’s voice broke out in a crooked sort of chortle.

“BOY-!” he proclaimed, in an unsettling parody of his usual swagger as he hopped to the floor. “I sure could go for a swim right now! Did ya know this place even had a pool? I was shocked, I mean, talk about luxury! Did I remember to pack my swim-trunks? Ah, I guess it doesn’t matter; I mean, I only got the one shirt anyway, right? Do ya think they got pool floaties? Gee, I hope they got pool flo-”

“Sam.”

The little vagabond was already halfway towards the door when Guy’s hand came to rest at his shoulder. Visibly cringing, Sam risked a glimpse, and found his partner’s expression rather… uncharacteristically compassionate.

"... Heh... No beatin' around the bush with you, huh?” Chewing his lip, Sam looked back down. “… L-look, it... it's nothing! We all have our weird dreams, it's nothin' to get all flibberty-gibbet about!"

Guy groaned, wearily massaging at the corner of his eye. "Sam, a dream about two countries warring over butter is weird. You were having a sleep-paralyzing nightmare. It was…” He paused, suddenly feeling considerably warm. “… Disconcerting.”

"... Oh, Guy-" Sam's eyes wobbled with hyperbolic affection. "You do care!"

He lunged for a hug, but, per the norm, Guy was quick to rebuff.

"I just wanna get this resolved so I can get some sleep, okay?" he spat, shoving the Who to one side. Nevertheless, Sam remained as misty-eyed as a child coveting a Valentine's Day card.

"Okaaaay... ya big ol' softie-pants."

With an amorous giggle, he lightly tapped at Guy's knee, who just rolled his eyes.

“… Alright, c’mon you.” Decisively, Guy headed back towards the bed, helping himself to a seat along the edge. Turning his eyes, he tapped at the open space beside him, to which Sam gave his usual melodramatic gasp.

"You... you mean it?"

Reddening slightly, Guy scowled heavily. "Don’t go gettin’ mushy on me; my legs were just gettin' tired, and..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Look, just get over here before I change my mind."

With a hoot, and a tap of his heels, Sam was already in, burrowing beneath the blankets like a rabid Groundgopher. As tightly wound as a burrito, he poked his face out from the folds, and giggled huskily.

"I always say, heart-to-heart talks are always better when you're all snuzzled up under a blanket! Ooh, ya know what would make this even better? Hot choco-late!" Dreamily, he sighed, and smacked at his lips. "What do ya say we order ourselves a round to get started, and-"

“Sam, stop trying to change the subject and talk to me.” Guy interjected, swiveling in place as he crossed his legs. “… Is talking about your mother that much of a sudden sore spot for you?”

Even before the sentence was out, Guy knew he’d said the wrong thing. Sam lost all trace of mirth in his expression, slowly staring out towards the opposite wall like a man in mourning.

It then occurred to Guy this was probably the first Sam was ever reluctant to speak.

"... Look-" Guy sighed, resting his arms to his raised knees. "... I'm probably the last Guy to be givin' advice about family stuff, but... whatever the deal is, it seems to me like your mom really loved you... And I mean, look at you now. A certified wildlife protector-! A hero, risking life and limb to protect a helpless animal-"

With every word of praise, Sam seemed to sink further and further into the blankets. Sensing the obvious discomfort, Guy quickly switched gears.

"... Look, bottom line is, you got a lot for a mom to be proud of. That..." he glanced over his shoulder towards the briefcase housing his dismantled self-flyer, and sighed. "... That's more than a lot of people can say."

Despite the gentle words, Sam continued to stew in his self-imposed silence. Warbling softly, Jenkins reached out across the bed, and nudged his nose to Sam's shoulder invitingly. With a resigned sort of smile, Sam naturally obliged, stroking his hand along the bird's mop of magenta hair.

"... I can't say any of that, though..." he said quietly. More quietly, in fact, than Guy'd ever heard him. "My mom wouldn't be proud, ‘cause... she never knew me."

Silently, Jenkins withdrew his head, as Guy could only stare. "... What did you say?"

Surely he'd heard wrong.

"... I made it all up." Sam mumbled after a moment. "Everything I said about my mom... was a lie."

... Then... All those stories-

"But... But what about the juice incident?" Guy reasoned. "Or the stuffed animals, or - or-" briefly, he snapped at his fingers, desperately wracking his brain for any other examples. "Or your imaginary friend, Reggie? Who she pretended was real?"

Beneath the thick veneer of shame and guilt, Sam couldn't help but feel a soft pat of fondness for his gruffy companion.

... He really had been listening...

"Made up... Pretend... Non-existaroo." he listed hoarsely, staring up towards the ceiling. "I never told anybody this before, but... when I was very little my mom-" Sam's voice broke slightly, and he swallowed. "... Left me at an orphanage... It's always just been me. I mean-" he paused, smiling ever so faintly. "At least until I met you."

... Guy was stupefied. Practically since the beginning, he'd pegged his fellow felon as a fool; a clingy buffoon born with an undeserved silver spoon in his mouth... And now, come to find out... he'd been abandoned?

"... Do you remember anything about your parents?" Guy ventured softly.

Sam looked away. "... I remember my mom... a little. Just... one thing."

"What?"

Even in the darkness, Guy could catch the faintest hue of rose blooming through Sam's pearly fur. Shuffling deeper under the covers, he mumbled sheepishly, "It's not important..."

Guy found himself leaning forward.

"Go ahead," he whispered encouragingly.

Though something told him he already knew what it was. Whimpering shyly, Sam drew the brim of his sleep cap over his eyes.

"... It's silly..."

"... Sam..."

Sam jolted slightly, looking out from under his hat. He'd known from the get-go that Guy was not a touchy-feely sort of Knox, and yet... he'd made a gentle reach for his partner's trembling hand, as seamlessly as though he'd been practicing for years. And even more puzzling, he showed no sign of regret, or awkwardness... He just stared with those lined, tired eyes, and squeezed.

Sam’s face went from white to pink… Then, smiling in defeat, he relaxed, and gazed up towards the ceiling.

"... She made me breakfast."

... Guy'd known it, without really knowing it... And even still, he couldn't think of what to say. How many times had Sam ordered that dish in their shared existence? ... And how many times did Guy gag, and shudder, and turn his nose up at it?

... How many times did he turn his nose up to her memory?

The guilt suddenly sagged in his stomach like a stone.

"... I bet hers-" he said after a beat. "... Were really good."

Sam chuckled sadly, finally turning onto his side, though he still avoided eye contact. With his free hand, he mournfully traced the swirling pattern of the bed sheet. "The best... Really green... Super eggy... I've been trying to find her all these years, so I could ask... why, ya know?" He blinked, and a tear lazily trailed along his fur. "... Why she gave me up..."

Guy wanted to say something... anything... but a saddened, desperate chuckle quickly interrupted.

"I-I'm sure it's a good reason, I just-" Sam's voice seem to thicken with grief, as his grip on Guy's hand only tightened. One by one, tear after tear splashed against the bedspread, but Sam was determined to carry on. "... I really wanna know... So I keep ordering them, and I keep trying them... But they're..." he struggled to swallow the burgeoning lump in his throat. "... Never hers..."

Sam I-Am and Guy Am-I had not been together for very long, but in their time together, there seemed to be one hard and fast rule.

Sam was always the first to instigate a hug.

Tonight, Guy broke that rule.

“… Keep trying, Sam …” he whispered, gently cupping Sam’s head to his chest. The gesture and confession proved to be too much for Sam, as he quickly dissolved into snuffles of catharsis, desperately clasping his Guy like a life preserver. Purring softly, Jenkins curled his elastic neck around the pair of them, encircling the two like a wreath of pure warmth.

"Here, blow." Guy said after a minute, plucking a tissue from the box atop the bedside drawers, and gingerly held it to Sam's button nose.

Unfortunately, the moment of tactile tenderness was quickly squelched, as, with a nasally Bronx cheer, Sam's thunderous mucus rocketed a stream of slime as green as his eggs. Quickly suppressing the urge to retch, Guy snagged at a fistful of tissues, hastily smothering them to Sam's sticky face.

"... Better?" he asked, swiftly tossing the snotty clump to one side.

Sam gave a shuttering sniffle, nodding weakly.

“… Y-yeah… Th-thanks, Guy…” Smiling wetly, he dragged his knuckles across his swimming eye before casting the discarded cot a look of drained submission. “I… I guess I oughta be gettin’ back to bed…”

He made to move, but was suddenly pulled back in by Guy.

“… You don’t have to leave…” he muttered, squaring his shoulders with a great show of shyness. Lowering his gaze, he buried his twisted mouth against the fluff of his tawny neckline. “… N-not… not if you don’t want to, I mean…”

“... For real?” Sam gawked. “… But… but what about your sleep-space?”

“Eh,” Guy shrugged, finally sliding in under the comforter, as Jenkins dutifully uncoiled. “I always sleep alone… So, maybe…” Shyly, he fluffed at his pillow. “… I could try it with a companion, for once… Who knows?”

Without realizing it, he’d shuffled in closer, making a second clasp for Sam’s feeble hand.

“… I might wind up liking it.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #Sam I Am #Guy Am I #green eggs and ham #Green eggs and ham netflix #Briefcase Buddies #slight elements of dirty-do's #but mostly just fluff and angst #I legit love Michelle and Guy don't get me wrong #Sam is just more fun to write for #SamxGuy #guy x sam

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abundantchewtoys · 6 years ago

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HS Epi Meat, page 4 reaction

So, is John going to zap to the next plot point now, or will it switch back to Earth C?

I wonder, if it's the latter, whether we might see something from an antagonist, or a less important character, like Jack Noir or GCATavrosprite. And if the former, I wonder if John will venture further into (a retconned version of) the Game Over timeline, or not?

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"You arrive in the Land of Heat and Clockwork in a flash of white." OOOoooh, LOHAC! Will he visit Dave - well, presumably yes. But will he revisit the moment he zapped back to, when he came to ask for help regarding his retcon powers?

... I kind of like Blaperile's idea better, that he revisits the point in time he disrupted before, the conversation between Dave & Jade, but which he afterwards retconned again, sending himself to go find Roxy? ... Wait, it was never really explained where that John that bapped himself on the head came from, I swear, if this is (out-of-comic) retconned as having been this 23-year-old John... Okay, I might have forgotten if Rx John had already gone back. ... Okay yeah, it already happened. Page 8333 vs 9047 of Homestuck. Anyway...

Hmm, GO Dave never used the eggsword much in the end (Caledfwlch), as he went after Jade's body and tied to a critical devilbeast combo. But I don't think John'll take it?

"Through the condensation you can make out the shapes of Dave and Jade below, as well as two more of you hovering in the air above. Both Johns turn to look at you." PFfffffff, of course he draws his other selves attention. Why would it resolve so cleanly as they zapping away in the background. Dave had a fit before when he saw one, but now, if he'll acknowledge all three...

"On the ground, Dave is talking in a particular cadence, one that is familiar to you, his longtime best buddy. Casual, wandering, verging on droning. It’s a good indication he’ll be monologuing for a while, and probably already has been." Yeah, GO Dave was summing up all the reasons he didn't particularly want to do anything about LE. Retconned Dave just thought he should fulfill the prophecy to get it over with, but that's about the end of his commitment in the matter too. Only Davepetasprite^2 really felt like going up against LE. Will Caledfwlch make it into their hands?

"DAVE: thats what...DAVE: you do...DAVE: with..." Awesome, he even gets trailed off at exactly the same moment in his monologue. :D

"DAVE: karate. john what the fuck are you doing hereDAVE: or... waitDAVE: actually three johnsDAVE: hey three johns what the fuck are three johns doing here" Dave is so whatever about this, it's hilarious. Then again, he's been all around LOHACSE thrice in a single day, he's got some experience in the matter of walking around alt time selves.

Also, I wonder if Dave (and Jade) will notice he's an older version of John. If not, his god tier powers probably keep him youthful, like Superman.

"It’s a fair question, which logically should have been directed to the oldest and most knowledgeable John. Nevertheless, one of the younger Johns replies first." Pfff, the second oldest one then? The one that came back here with a semblance of purpose, not randomly zapping through canon? Plus, if Dave wouldn't notice a difference between the Johns, neither would the younger ones.

"(JOHN 1): er.(JOHN 1): i don’t know." Ooooh! Cool, not just are they parenthesed, the Johns are now also numbered! Yeah, we wouldn't want them to just all be named John, that'd be insane and probably what Jade went through with PCG & FCG from her end (aka two ?CG's).

"JOHN 3: john, don’t worry about it. i’ll take things from here.DAVE: johns dont get me wrong its cool that you all randomly dropped by again but this wasnt really the best time" Hah, yeah John, try and get that semblance of knowing what you're doing back, like you acted out on LOPAN against your past selves. I'm actually interested to see whether he will be as dismissive towards his other selves as back then. Right, this is the second time Dave saw John, after the time he dropped in when Dave was looking at his old photographs.

"DAVE: we were kind of in the middle of a thing here(JOHN 1): whoops. sorry.(JOHN 2): uh... actually, i only came here to swoop in and zap this john away without being seen, to retcon away the mess i made earlier.(JOHN 2): i didn’t expect to see another john here.

JOHN 3: hey, other john, i said i’ll handle it!

JOHN 3: i’m the only one who actually knows what’s going on here.DAVE: god damn it johns what the fuck did you do" John 1 fucked it up, John 2 would've fixed things but then John 3 came back and fucked up some more. It's like the goddamned Primer movie all over again.

"JOHN 3: young dave, please.

JOHN 3: let me deal with the johns first, then i’ll explain.DAVE: young dave???" Why did that make me think of WV's polite commands. "Sir John" and all that. :P I think the other Johns will be able to get resolved easily enough, one zapping the other away to bop him in the head, both confused over the mess they left behind.

"DAVE: ohDAVE: yeah why are you a fucking adult now" OOOOOOh, nice! Okay, even though it'll be all shades of awkward, I really like the age difference isn't getting skimmed over.

"DAVE: did you grow up and start time traveling dude" Take that, reverse it.

"JADE: will someone tell me what the fuck is happening???????" Oh right, Grimbark Jade's text colour thingy!

"JOHN 3: johns, there’s no reason for you to hang around anymore.

JOHN 3: not to sound like a wet blanket, but the things you’re trying to accomplish are now useless, so you can just zap away and do whatever you want.(JOHN 1): ummm...(JOHN 2): useless?? wait." Harsh much, John. Also, just cause they won't/aren't you, they can just go become you, or whatever how you want to put it.

"JOHN 3: ok, maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

JOHN 3: i’m sure you can still go and do what i did when i originally did what you’re currently trying to do...DAVE: jesus john" Dave's inner time logistician is crying. John's retcon powers are so OP, he doesn't have to take any care in keeping time loops going if he doesn't want to. But that'd just result in copies of him flying around, so he'd best to just send them on their way, hopefully never to run into them again.

JOHN 3: in fact, it will still probably be a very rewarding experience!

JOHN 3: some of my best memories happened right after you do what you’re about to do next." I was thinking of the meet-up with his friends in general, but yeah, it's probably mostly about meeting Roxy, which is the closest thing to happen to (John 1)'s point in time.

"JOHN 3: the point is, you should just go do it, so that you aren’t here anymore." Savage.

"JOHN 3: i’m here to make sure some new and different important things happen, and those things don’t include you.

JADE: :|(JOHN 1): oh...(JOHN 2): ...ok.

The useless Johns zap away. You sincerely hope that they have a beautiful and fulfilling youth." ... That's not what your mouth ended up conveying there, John. Nor your thoughts, I mean, "useless", dear god man, have some alt self respect. :P

"DAVE: adult john what the fuck have you doneDAVE: is this some time travel shitDAVE: please dont tell me youve been spending the next however many years bungling through time like this because tbh if what i just witnessed was even remotely indicative of shit you get up to on a recurring basis then your future is almost too embarrassing to even think aboutDAVE: and this is coming from a teenager who was just in the middle of an angsty episode" Self aware Dave tirades are still the best. :D

"JOHN: i used my retcon abilities to travel here from the future, in a manner of speaking.DAVE: sounds fuckin stupidJOHN: it is stupid. but that’s just how things are." Glad they can agree to agree on that very valid assessment. :P

"JADE: im a little confused

JADE: im supposed to be hunting you down and capturing you... but im not sure if the adult version of you counts?

JADE: i think the condesce might just be... confused if i brought her an adult john?" Oooh, is this conflicting with her "programming" some how? Doggy Jade is confused, that's actually intruiging that she's given pause.

"JOHN: no, you don’t need to capture me, and you wouldn’t be able to even if you wanted to, since my existence literally transcends the confines of canon.

JADE: well...

JADE: i guess that simplifies things then?" John bullshitting his way to victory over people smarter than him, it remains a sight to behold.

JADE: in that case, would you mind giving me and dave a few minutes to wrap up our conversation?" XD Lol, wut????? Hahahah, Paradox Space really can only handle so much derailment to a timeline. At some point it just throws up it's arms and goes "leave me be, for five minutes, I was busy here!"

"JADE: we were sort of in the middle of something important... i thinkJOHN: no, you really weren’t.JOHN: sorry to be the bearer of lame news, like i just was to the other johns.JOHN: but whatever you were doing doesn’t matter anymore.JOHN: nothing that’s happening here matters at all.JOHN: this session, this whole takeover by the condesce... this isn’t how a universe gets made.

JADE: its not?JOHN: no." Sorry to break it to ya, but you're in a doomed timeline.

"DAVE: so what nowDAVE: if its all a done deal like preemptively speakingDAVE: can we all just relax or whatJOHN: actually...JOHN: no." Okay... So, what, can he just recruit these guys off and zap off with them to the next plot point? Won't something have to be done about the grimbarkness first? Also, if the next plot point is in the same timeline... Game Over really gets derailed. No Jade, no swapping Derse for LOFAF.

"DAVE: fuckJOHN: ah! i just realized why she sent me to this point in time to start recruiting you all.DAVE: whatDAVE: who" Rose, but not your Rose, although perhaps with the memories of that Rose, so kinda your Rose. :P Okay, so it's not that Rose's letter gave more detailed instructions than to zap there & recruit. So John'll have to figure out what to bring besides the people, in some cases at least. Like, here that would be Caledfwlch.

"JOHN: this is the moment just after you made your legendary cue ball sword.JOHN: you’re going to need it.DAVE: for whatJOHN: to come fight lord english with me.

Dave’s eyebrows descend beneath his sunglasses. You feel pretty bad because you’re about to completely circumvent the life-changing epiphany he’s just had that you know for a fact will make him a happier, chiller, and altogether more well-balanced human being." :/ Yeah, Dave really was happier cheating his way out of the prophecy. But then, he could only become so happy if someone else took care of the REAL Lord English for him. Guess another Dave'll have to bite the dust for "alpha" Dave again. Then again, epiphany or not, GO Dave might have ended up happy... but then he'd have been a happy ghost, for just as long until LE or the black hole got to him.

Still, man, I'm feeling for the guy. It's one thing to reject the call when it's an abstract prophecy or artefact thrust on you. But now it's his best friend asking him to join him in a crazy last stand. That's... actually one of the toughest challenges any Dave has had.

"DAVE: oh shit" ... Best underwhelming response he could have. :D

"JADE: what??

JADE: john. he is NOT going to fight lord english just yet

JADE: he is staying right here

JADE: old ladys orders :PJOHN: actually, yes he is." I'm sensing a showdown coming, but I wonder how swift John will take care of her, can his mangrist trump First Guardian swiftness? Oh, yeah, and he could turn into the Breeze too, I recall. Yeah, Jade's gonna bite the dust.

"JOHN: and so are you. we all are." Oooooh, okay, he wants everyone from the GO timeline to take a swing. Cool that he's getting his gang back together. Still, the age difference! :P Everyone but Roxy might be a little wary of it. (I'm saying that because at one point Roxy crushed on Jane's Dad.

"JADE: omg

JADE: how dare you?????JOHN: jade, you’re brainwashed.JOHN: sorry. but nothing you’re saying now means anything." Like, I understand where he's coming from, but dang John, still so brutal.

"JOHN: it’s fine though, you’ll stop being brainwashed once i zap you outside the influence of the condesce." Oooh, round trips to blankspace it is? I don't think it'll be to LOWAS, just to "a" point in blankspace they can be "stored" until the gang is assembled.

"JADE: youre not zapping me anywhere!!!!!JOHN: ha ha, yes i am.JOHN: watch this...

> Zap Grimbark Jade outta there." Has he learned to do a snap to zap her away while staying behind himself? Like how Jade zapped everyone to LOMAX.

It would be anticlimactic for John's retcon powers to suddenly cease working here. It would also be very Hussie for that to happen spontaneously. :P But then again, not likely as he'll use the same power to go to LOCAM (Caliborn's planet).

"You set a hand on Jade’s shoulder and zap her off to a better place. Then you touch down on the concrete surface where the whole pointless confrontation was taking place so that you can talk Dave around whatever it is he’s going through right now. Dave, like his ecto-sister, really needs to get in an absurd amount of extraneous words before he can fully process a situation.

The Mayor tips his head at you and fiddles with his sash. God damn, you missed the Mayor." Ah, okay, that particular conversation we might not see in its entirety? Or maybe we will. In any case, right, WV was there! Aww, yes we missed him. But hey, seems like John at least took a little time before they travelled into the future, to get to know WV? I wonder if he ever found out he was his exile, probably not.

"DAVE: so what do we do nextJOHN: well, i’ll leave you to hang out with jade for a bit, while i go round up the others." Hey, it occurred to me, Dave & Jade could have a chat while they wait, work some things out. A similar conversation as that GO Dave & Jade presumably had right after their deaths, when they woke up next to each other in the dreambubbles!

"DAVE: what others... likeDAVE: everyoneJOHN: yes. rose, and the other four." Yeah, this is speeding things up rapidly as far as the meetup between the kids is concerned. Dave & Dirk might benefit from some alone time out in blankspace together, mirroring their LOTAK conversation. Also, this means John will be zapping into the outer reaches of the session to retrieve Dirk, hahah. ... I wonder if the glitches from the stardust will be causing any disturbance, probably not anymore since the stardust was blown out of the cartridge, admittedly at a "later" point in the timeline.

Blaperile has a good point, what about Roxy? I'm going to assume that, by the time gets around to breaking her out of jail, John 1 or an equivalent John has already visited her. But I don't remember if they talked about the ring already back then. I do still think John will be giving her the ring to go revive Calliope, but the exact feelings around the moment will remain to be seen.

"DAVE: i seeDAVE: so...DAVE: sorry if i seem a little slow here im just trying to figure this outDAVE: youre telling me that i made this sword because im destined to defeat lord english and weve all been training for that day our whole lives to some extent more or lessDAVE: and we are actually successful here like we overthrow the condesce and make a universe and everythingDAVE: and thenDAVE: we..." ... Yeah, this timeline won't spawn a universe, it's already been done, it exists, no point in repeating the whole process. This session is now void again. Dave tries to build a timeline in his head that makes sense, but the sad thing is, his future is uncertain. Though, he might not be sad at all? I mean, not if the future is his to be written, right?

"DAVE: sit on our asses for several years in the new universe and become adults and lead mostly boring lives instead of going off to fight him?" ... Or, does Dave really DO understand what has happened, that he's picking up left over plot behind some other version of him.

"JOHN: yes.DAVE: guess that makes senseDAVE: now that i think about it thats probably what i would want to do by the time we finally wrap up this whole hot messJOHN: yep, it is what you wanted to do.JOHN: and pretty much everyone else agreed, including me. so that’s what we did." Not sure how conscious the decision was for them at the time, but sure.

"DAVE: which uhDAVE: i guess begs the questionDAVE: if it seemed pointless at the time and nobody could be assed to go fight him when we all had our shit togetherDAVE: why does it suddenly become important to go back and beat him years later after we become a bunch of lazy adults with boring lives" You'd have to ask Rose but she wouldn't remember in this timeline so the point is kind of mute. :P

"JOHN: i pretty much had the same questions, dave.JOHN: there are probably some pretty good answers to that. definitely some complicated answers.JOHN: but to be honest... i kind of forget what they actually were?DAVE: god damn it john" Pfffffff. John "it seemed important at the time so here i am" Egbert, everyone.

"JOHN: it has something to do with canon unraveling, and such.JOHN: we all live outside canon in the future, and if we don’t do go do this, everything will stop meaning anything.DAVE: does...DAVE: anything you just said actually mean anything in the first place" There's a song that comes to mind from Volume 9, "Everything means Something to Somebody". To Dave, it must be sound like the same level of fortune cookie wisdom.

"JOHN: that’s a great question, dave.JOHN: one that i can’t say i’m qualified to answer!JOHN: i think the bottom line here is, this is what rose said we had to do.JOHN: so, that’s why we’re doing it.DAVE: sounds like a bullshit reason if i ever heard oneJOHN: you might be right.JOHN: but is it less of a bullshit reason than any other reason we currently have to go fight him?DAVE: ...DAVE: damnDAVE: youre rightDAVE: i dont know how you did it but you somehow instantly sold me completelyDAVE: fuck you adult egbert" At some point, the scales will buckle just from the shear heap of bullshit piled on.

"You zap Dave off to where he needs to go. The Mayor is still staring at you, blinking his buggy little eyes. You shoot him a warm smile and a thumbs-up before bouncing off into the ether of infinity." Awww, actually, leaving WV behind can't be all bad for him. He can find Serenity in here, PM too. Condesce might very well leave for the Furthest Ring, and then this session is up for sale to anyone. And with the royalty down for the count, WV can take over. Well, okay, WQ... probably blew up when Union Jack broke Prospit. Yeah, WV, PM & the still alive Derse agents are the top bill around, and if PM can trump Jack again (the three of him, Spades Slick & Union Jack included), then the remaining Derse agents would follow.

That marks the end of Meat, page 4 for us!

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck meat #upd8 #reaction #spoiler alert #john egbert #dave strider #grimbark jade #wv #the mayor #LOHAC #retjohn

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Title: From Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

Author: AnchoredTether

Rating: T [graphic depictions of violence, major character death]

Pairings: Stydia, Scallison, Malisaac, Scira

Series: Teen Marauders

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: Scott and Stiles receive their acceptance letters into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, two loners who instantly connect on the train and keep their friendship strong despite their division among houses. When Scott is bit by a werewolf in his fifth year, his best friends Stiles, Allison, and Lydia come up with a plan to make his transformations less painful.

Author’s Note: In this story I’ve incorporated canon from both Pottermore and the Harry Potter books, and a few things from Teen Wolf canon have been incorporated as well for werewolf lore. As far as storyline goes, it plays out relatively similar to the Teen Wolf story with the same established relationships except for the alterations that Lydia and Allison are already friends with Scott before he becomes a werewolf, and characters such as Isaac, Kira, and Malia have been there the whole time and everyone knows each other. As far as house sorting, I know a number of you will disagree with me. And I agree some characters share traits from two or even three houses, so it was hard to decide. But in the end, I chose houses that I felt best reflected the characters’ strongest traits. I don’t delve too much in years 1-4, but there is the occasional flashback. I mostly focus on years 5, 6, and 7, which will reflect Teen Wolf’s timeline of sophomore, junior, and senior respectively. There will be some storylines from both Teen Wolf and Harry Potter incorporated into this AU as well.

1st Year August 31st

“Hey, can I sit in here with you?”

“Sure...there’s plenty of room.” When Stiles Stilinski entered the booth and sat across from him, Scott had no idea he would quickly become his best friend. Scott shyly offered him a small smile, then avoided eye contact by staring out the window. But the other kid would not shut up. “Ooooh man I’m so nervous! But I’m so excited!! This is insane. This is all craaaazy! But it’s all so real, you know? I can’t exactly deny anything. But at the same time I have no idea if I’m dreaming all of this and I’m just doing some crazy sleepwalking episode again and my dad is going to wonder why I’m making a sandwich in the kitchen at three in the morning.” Scott chuckled softly as he brought his attention to the kid who decided to sit with him. “You sleepwalk?” He scoffed. “Yeah. Quite a lot. In fact, that’s partially the reason how I found out I’m a wizard. Apparently I would sometimes make objects move on their own when I sleepwalked. Sleptwalk? Sleepedwalked. Stelptwalked. I don’t know the proper term.” “You didn’t know you were a wizard?” The kid across from him stilled like a cat hiding under the bed. “I....I’m...neither of my parents are…magical.” “Oh...” Scott frowned, lowering his eyes a moment before returning them to the boy. He smiled to ease the conversation. “That must be hard. How’d your parents take it?” He still looked uneasy, but right before the kid was about to answer him, Scott spoke up with concern in his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to- I mean I didn’t want you- you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s okay. I just...” The boy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Hold on, I don’t even know your name! Sorry I suck at manners. I’m Stiles.” He held out his hand to shake. “Stiles?” Scott smiled as if to hold back laughter. “Is that short for something?” Stiles deadpanned so hard Scott was afraid he might be plotting to kill him. “It’s a nickname. How about that? My last name’s Stilinski. That’s where it comes from.” “Oh okay. That makes sense.” Scott nodded as if that validated Stiles’ name as normal, but deep down he still thought it was strange. “I’m Scott. Scott McCall.” He shook his hand and waited for some kind of response from Stiles at the mention of his last name, but then he remembered he was muggle-born. Stiles smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

“Sooo....how much do you know about everything?” Scott asked idly as he broke into a chocolate frog. “How do you mean?” “About magic. Hogwarts. The wizarding world.” “Oh, right. That.” Stiles swallowed hard. “Next to nothing? I mean I tried to research as much as I could but there was nothing to research unless I went to Diagon Alley, and I was only able to go there yesterday. I bought a bunch of books to study, but I figured I would be too anxious on the train to focus so I didn’t bring any on my person.” “Do you know about the houses?” “Houses? No not really. I just know what was in the acceptance letter. And...what I observed in Diagon Alley.” “Well there’s four.” Scott explained. “When we get to the school we’ll be sorted into a house, by the Sorting Hat. It determines what house you are based on your personality and stuff. Supposedly the Hat can see your potential, so its sorting is always accurate.” “What are the different houses?” “There’s Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. My mom’s a Gryffindor, and my dad...he’s a Ravenclaw.” “What does it mean? Are there certain traits to each house?” “Yeah, there’s also animals and colors for each house, and that kind of represents the house too. Gryffindor is a lion, Hufflepuff a badger, Ravenclaw an eagle, and Slytherin a snake.” Stiles pondered quietly a moment. “What house do you think you fit into?” Scott shrugged. “I really don’t know. Some wizarding families have everyone in the same house, but with my parents being different houses, I’m not so sure.” “Can different houses interact with each other?” “Oh yeah. classes are just by year, so they’ll have students from all houses. But your dormitory will be in your house, and most people usually spend time with those of their own house. But my mom said it’s easy to interact with anyone.” “Ah. That’s good, I guess.” Stiles wondered if he and Scott would be in the same house or not. Either way it was reassuring to know he could still see the only person he met so far. “Do they...is there a mailbox at Hogwarts?” Scott snickered. “Wizards don’t use the post system. We have owls. It’s much faster. But yeah, there’s lots of owls at Hogwarts just for students to use.” “Right. I wasn’t too fond of getting myself an owl, but I need to write my dad so he doesn’t worry about me.” “Do you have any pets?” “I have a cat. Her name’s Roscoe.” “Isn’t that a guy name?” “Yeah, but it also means handgun. And she’s black.” Stiles shrugged. “I had her before I got my acceptance letter, and it said we could bring a cat. Do you have any pets?” “No...I thought about getting an owl too, but I have no idea how to care for owls.” The train lurched, and when Scott glanced outside the window, he beamed at Stiles. “It looks like we’re almost there!” “Finally.” Stiles said as he tapped his fingers nervously on his knee.

“Scott McCall.” When deputy headmistress Braeden called Scott’s name, Stiles had to nudge him to pull him out of his trance. He looked over at his friend and gave a sad smile before heading up to the stool that would decide his fate. It didn’t take the Hat very long to announce, “HUFFLEPUFF!” From what Stiles had gathered, Hufflepuff was the kindest house, and he felt it was fitting for his new friend Scott. The table of golds and blacks welcomed him warmly with applause and cheers. Stiles wondered if he would be welcomed the same. Several more names were called, and Stiles could feel the dread intensify as he cursed his dad for having a name that was so far down the alphabet. He stole a couple of glances at Scott, and he occasionally found his gaze and offered an encouraging nod. It felt like such a defining moment. What if he was sorted into a house he didn’t belong? What if he was sorted and everyone there hated him? What if he didn’t fit the characteristics of that house? Stiles had to remind himself it was magic. The hat was magic, it would magically know what house he belonged. Everything would have to work out perfectly, because magic was involved. “Stiles Stilinski.” Exhaling deeply, Stiles went up to the stool and had the hat placed on his head. He closed his eyes tight as he prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. “SLYTHERIN!” Stiles opened his eyes to see the thunderous applause and whooping that came from the table of green and silver. The Slytherins were spirited, that much was certain. He recalled rumors of Slytherin being the house of dark witches and wizards, but the negative doubt in his mind was cleared instantly when he found himself sitting next to the most beautiful strawberry blonde.

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