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2getherweek · 4 years ago

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2GETHERWEEK MASTERPOST✨

Once again, a very big thank you to all of you who participated in this week and made it amazing with your incredible creations! And of course, a big thank you to those who supported the artists, because you are equally important❤️ In this post you can find links to all things created for this event! If any of your works is missing from this list or you want us to change something, please let us know.

Everyone, I present you, 2getherweek’s masterpost!🌈

Day 1: flowers | festival | song inspired

FANFIC

For love is just in Tine by @eternal-fandom-life

[festival, sarawatine] Tine is confused, Sarawat is pining and everyone else just wants to go home.

Intro: Flowering by @flamevbirdv

[flowers, sarawatine] A bodyguard au. In which Sarawat’s a very famous singer and Tine’s a glorified babysitter. Oh, and they are in love.

i love you by @svt-district

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine has a hard time saying those three little words, so he turns to flowers.

365 flowers by @zeskiyo

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine has never received flowers in his life. Ever. But when he starts getting them daily, for months, will his plan to find out his secret admirer's identity work out?

kiss me to let the whole world see (that there’s nobody else for me) by @cu-tine

[festival, flowers and song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat knows that Tine’s been working himself down to the bone. Well, good thing that there’s a festival nearby.

He pulls away, looking at Tine in fondness and affection, pressing his forehead against his. “Tine. Please?” His tone was desperate, but it was also laced with concern and anxiety. “Just this once?”

A beat passed and Sarawat was about to ask again before Tine tightens his grip around him, cuddling closer to his chest. “... okay.”

you by @sara-wat

[festival and date, earnpear] Basically, Earn and Pear being cute and going to a festival together.

it’s you by @brghtwn

[song inspired, sarawatine] One look at him and Sarawat knows. This? This is more.

FANART

fanart by @aerialbolditalic

[flowers, sarawatine] Tine, the sunflower child and Sarawat, the boy on fire.

fanart by @nerd-squash

[flowers and lost, sarawatine] Wat & Tine on a meadow picnic date.

fanart by @zattez

[song inspired, sarawatine] What if Tine photo bombed Wat’s pic in the Scrubb concert before he bumped into Wat later with his over excitement?

And the photo had been Wat’s lock screen until one year later before finally meeting Tine for real.

fanart by @hourtohournotetonote118 [flowers, sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @pining-sarawat

[festival, milphukong] AU in which phukong falls in love with the lead singer of the rhytm. when he brings him food, mil recognizes him and asks him out.

gifset by @teepakorns [song inspired, sarawatine]

gifset by @kuwentista

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat & Tine: Memo by Years & Years.

gifset by @ficklefackle

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawatine’s love story + scrubb songs as the soundtrack.

gif by @lovetine [flowers, earnpear]

2gether girls as flowers by @torfight

gifset by @sara-wat

[song inspired, sarawatine] Sarawat and sweet tooth by cavetown.

gifset by @brghtwn

[song inspired, sarawatine] One look at him and Sarawat knows. This? This is more.

gifset by @saifahzonn

[song inspired, sarawatine] …and if you listen to a Scrubb song when you are in love…

EDIT

2Gether in Flowers by @kuraioshiro

Day 2: stars | love letter | lost

FANFIC

here i am lifting up my heart (to the one who holds the stars) by @cu-tine

[stars, love letter and lost, sarawatine]

5 things Tine loves, 5 wishes Sarawat wants to come true, and 1 time they both said what they truly feel out loud.

Tine wants to know, wants to know so bad why Sarawat never hesitates when it comes to him. He wants to know why he’s choosing to be with Tine even when he can do literally anything else with all his talents.

Why? Why?

Sarawat looks back at him, the stars reflecting in his beautiful irises, taking Tine’s breath away at the sight of them. He smiles, a soft and small one, lifting his hand to put it on Tine’s cheek, a wave of electricity erupting throughout his skin from the touch. “Because I love you.”

Lost by @samcedeswannabe [lost, sarawatine]

do better by @blueskycafe

[lost, milphukong] "The day it all comes to a head, it’s closer to night than day and it’s supposed to rain soon."

FANART

Four times Tine lost in Wat’s eyes by @zattez

GIFSET

gifset by @pining-sarawat [stars, earnpear]

gifset by @lovetine

[lost, fongchat] In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. but i am already lost, i will look for someone to find myself in. In which chat and fong have been in love with their respective best friends for so long, but are willing to let them go just so they can see them be happy. in their lost souls, they find each other by chance.

2Gether & Lost by @kuraioshiro

gifset by @kuwentista [love letter, sarawatine]

gifset by @transking [lost, sarawatine]

gifset by @torfight [stars, mantype]

gifset by @saifahzonn [stars, sarawatine]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [stars, sarawatine]

PLAYLIST

🎶 let this playlist guide you home🎶 by @pastel-butnotreally-angel

love letter by @sara-wat

Day 3: soulmates | rain | coffee shop

FANFIC

Trivia: Your name by @flamevbirdv

[soulmates, sarawatine] Sarawat and Tine are soulmates, or at least, Tine is Sarawat’s.

the chaser by @torfight

[soulmates, mantype]

Man loves his soulmate mark. It’s in the neatest handwriting he has ever seen, so tidy and precise that it looks like it’s been typed out. His owner must be a reliable responsible person, which is exactly what Man thinks he needs in his life, because he’s the opposite.

Type doesn’t like his soulmate mark. It’s messy and it looks weird scribbled on his right hip. Worst of all, it’s so generic. No, krub? He has already heard it thousands of times in his life, and he’ll probably have to hear it as many times before he actually finds the one.

my eyes will always return to you by @sara-wat

[coffee shop, sarawatine]

Tine and Sarawat like studying at the same coffee shop. They keep pinning after each other, but then one day there is only one table (ohmygod there was only one table).

The Bond by @samcedeswannabe

[soulmates, sarawatine]

Soul mate AU where soul mates can hear whatever music your soul mate listens to and you’re forced to sing whatever song your soul mate is singing.

in a hundred lifetimes and any version of reality (i’d find you and i’d choose you) by @cu-tine

[soulmates, sarawatine]

Sarawat and Tine are soulmates. They love each other in every reality they live on. They’re meant to be with one another.

But why is it so hard for them to be together?

mango smoothie by @blueskycafe

[coffee shop, earnpear] Pear doesn’t drink coffee.

FANART

fanart by @zattez

[rain, sarawatine] Ghibli redraw.

coffee shop date by @nerd-squash

fanart by @yansqing

[soulmates, sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [rain, sarawatine]

Sarawat & music by @kuwentista

[soulmates] “You don’t need to understand music. You just need to feel it.”

gifset by @brightwin [soulmates, sarawatine]

gifset by @ramcatcher [soulmates, sarawatine]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings

[soulmates, sarawatine] Two people connected by the red thread of fate are soulmates.

gifset by @transking

[soulmates, manboss]

“Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can’t understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?” ― Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind

Americano and Blue Hawaii by @saifahzonn

gifset by @svt-district

[coffee shop, mantype] Aren’t you gonna ask how I know that you’re here?

There’s only one coffee shop near my workplace, it’s not hard to find for someone so nosy.

EDIT

moodboard by @watttine

[rain/coffee shop, sarawatine]

Sarawat is a barista at a coffee shop near his University. On a particularly dull day, a boy rushes through the door of the coffee shop, seeking shelter from the rain. With his sweet smiles and bright eyes, he warms Sarawat’s heart.

Day 4: hands | family | apologies

FANFIC

i finally found where i feel i belong (and i know you’ll be there with wide open arms) by @cu-tine

[hands, sarawatine] Tine never did liked his hands, or understood the concept of family, but thank god he has his friends to help him with that.

“Why are you always so stubborn?!” Sarawat screams back, a threatening scowl on his face. “Listen to me, for once!”

“I always do!” Tine snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you never listen to me! Can you please, for once, just stop being your oblivious self and accept what I’m saying?!”

words unsaid haunt our minds by @sara-wat

[apologies, milphukong] It was about time Mil apologized to Phukong for a couple of things.

speak out or get out by @blueskycafe

[apologies, dimgreen] Dim has never been the greatest at communicating.

gone fishing by @blueskycafe

[family, earnpear] Earn is gay. She’s sure now, more than she has ever been, and the proof comes in the form of a beautiful girl named Pear.

GIFSET

gifset by @torfight [family]

Sarawat & Tine + Guitars by @kuwentista [hands]

gifset by @holden-caulfieldlings [apologies, sarawatine]

Day 5: beach | sleepy cuddles | date

FANFIC

White as Milk by @samcedeswannabe

[beach/date, mantype] Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit. The darker their blood becomes.

Trivia: Fantasy by @flamevbirdv

[date, sarawatine] A fake married AU. Sarawat and Tine act as a couple in national television.

routine by @torfight [sleepy cuddles, mantype]

running start by @blueskycafe

[beach, Phukong & Fong] Fong is looking forward to getting out of the city.

FANART

fanart by @sara-wat [sleepy cuddles, sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

[sleepy cuddles, sarawatine] “don’t be afraid you will fall because i’m going to hug you like this all night.”

EDIT

moodboard by @watttine [beach/date, earnpear]

Day 6: tattoo | fairytale | promise

FANFIC

Dressing up by @blueskycafe

[promise, manboss] “You can still come,” Man reminds him. “All it takes is a text to Mom and she’ll set another place.”

true love’s kiss by @salaleo

[fairytale, sarawatine] It’s laughable, really, how Tine’s life had inexplicably evolved into a Disney movie after meeting Sarawat. What next? Maybe he’ll make conversation with that bird perched on the windowsill.

Alternatively: Tine reconciles his (and Sarawat’s) romantic endeavours with reality by making fairy tale references, because at this point, he’s not so sure he’s not the reincarnation of fucking Cinderella anymore.

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista [tattoo, bright]

gifset by @saifahzonn

[fairytale, sarawatine] ...as the same way he found his princess, the other one find his love and happiness in a little nuisance.

Day 7: “you don’t really mean that” | “ why didn’t you tell me?” | “ you love me as if I deserve you”

FANFIC

just say that you’ll always be there (and so will i) by @cu-tine

["You don't really mean that" / "Why didn't you tell me?" / "You love me as if I deserve you", sarawatine]

5 times their friends snooped in on Sarawat and Tine, and 1 time they finally left them alone.

“Seriously, Wat?! I am so disappointed in you!” He hears Tine’s voice exclaim. Man stiffens, not used to the harsh edge of Tine’s tone. When the words sunk into his brain, he immediately turned his head to where the voice came from, ready to defend Sarawat for whatever Tine is angry at him for.

The remark dies on his tongue when he sees the scene in front of him; Tine was kneeling on the grass, still in his cheerleader getup, a first aid kit right beside him. Sarawat was sitting on a bench in front of him, otherwise looking exhausted and beat but also... smiling. Not quite evident, but it was still a pretty small upturn of his lips that was directed at Tine.

all-nighters by @blueskycafe

["Why didn't you tell me?", phukong/fong]

Fong is rubbing tiredly at his eyes, his white, over-sized sweater and hair rumpled from sleeping. He looks incredibly fragile, like he should be tucked beneath heavy blankets and have his forehead kissed. (Not that Phukong would do that, because that would be weird and friends don’t usually do that.)

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

[“You don’t really mean that”, sarawatine] “Do you want to try? Try to get to know each other? You don’t have to like me very much. Just keep your heart open for me. I really mean it.”

Day 8: free choice

FANFIC

come on and dance with me baby by @cu-tine

Sarawat really didn’t want to go to this party, but he’s so glad he did.

Sarawat furrows his brows when something more... pleasant, fills his nose. Vanilla, he thought idly, the scent calming his tense nerves, not that overpowering but just right to make Sarawat’s head go dizzy from it. The guy smells like vanilla.

The guy immediately steps away from him, and oh gosh everything felt like a movie from the way the guy’s head turned to look at him, in slow motion, his hair flying to the side along with his head. Sarawat feels all breath leave his lungs when he was met with the most gorgeous boy ever.

FANART

animated video (with a tik tok audio) by @nerd-squash

fanart by @so-na-gi [sarawatine]

GIFSET

gifset by @kuwentista

My Boy Sarawat Going Through Various Emotions AKA He’s Done With Everyone and Everything.

gifset/playlist by @holden-caulfieldlings [sarawatine]

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sara-wishes · 7 months ago

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✯¸.•´⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ 🖇, `•*°~📸

#sara wishes moodboards #yunho moodboard #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #ateez moodboard #ateez #yunho

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finewalls · 5 years ago

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Tag ten (10) tumblr friends and tell them what you like most about them, after you have done that send this message on and spread the love

okay i got 3 of these so i’m finally doing it! (keep in mind i am not good with my words but yall mean the world to me)

@lt1grammy my sweet sweet danish scone who i would literally fight every battle for.. our niall squad is the best squad let’s be honest.. Kat is literally my sunshine and she makes my days better even if i just see her on my dash or we are texting just makes my day... also like kat is one of the smartest people i know like always know how to say the right thing and i admire her for that so much! i love you and i can fucking wait to hug u again ❤️❤️

@haznlou Tina knock knock i love that u answer the door for me every time.. you are so wise and so dumb.. one of the most supportive and loving people out there like you are my queen no drama. thank u for facetiming me while u work and i love all the pictures u always send bc they are so beautiful and u are so beautiful!! can’t wait to meet u in london and have the best time! i love u and our dream team to bits❤️

@godisalarrie rie even tho me and cami have had our ups and downs we came out the other end... and i think what we have is beautiful! the best thing about cami is that she insults me in italian and that she is the best person to banter with.. also cami’s moodboards and fic prompts are to die for! thank u for teaching me about pasta stuff 🧡

@tomlinsonsblueyes yes laura is like the loveliest person i have ever had the honour to talk to! she always knows what to say and is so supportive and encouraging like damnn u really are the best... Lau i love you u know i always say u are the sweetest but it’s bc u really are the sweetest ever 💙

@kingharryx first thing i would like to say that lexa is god damn talented like WOW! i love ur enthusiasm in like everything like when u are excited it makes me excited!! i love ur love to rntm and u are my favorite person to talk about that fic and u know it! god i wish i could hug u but just know i am very proud of u always 💚

@queer-lads sonja my ice ice baby! my favorite thing is our twisted sense if humour and i’m so glad we share the same taste in movies and tattoos and things hajskaks i feel very close to u even tho u are kinda far away there in the northy north! sonja is also such an amazing writer and people should read her fics thank you! 🧡

@harryandkeanu okay i love sab’s love for tmg first of all!! i save every single tmg sticker she sends bc god damn they are the best! but u are so much more to me obviously! i love how caring u are and always making sure everyone is alright.. seeing u in my dash just like makes me smile u know 💛

@curlyhairedprince dear petra.. even tho i have thrown u out of the gc multiple times bc u violate the gc guidelines i love u to bits.. u are one of the funniest people i know and ur vm’s and stories are like the best thing ever thank u very much.. also i would die for ur moodboards u know that right 💚

@larry20biteen okay saving this one for last bc i could say a lot and i mean like A LOT.. bc i do not shut about Sara like ever.. u are on my mind 25/8 and u know that, u know how much i adore u and u know everything i have to say bc i tell everything to you.. höpsö honey hajsjak okay so imma stop here before it goes to the point where i literally can’t stop but yeah if i had a boat i would sail to you 💜

love love love love love love love these people and i’m so grateful to be able to call them all my friends ❤️❤️ i can’t wait to meet all of you so soon and give u the biggest hugs 🌈

#i hope my phone doesn’t fuck this up when i hit post #this was so lovely to write god damn i love these people #lovelies #dream team #niall squad #🌼#anon #the best people #yeah my phone fucked it up but i spent forever on this so fuck it

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bisexualstokes-archive · 5 years ago

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Atrophy (3/?)

Chapter (3/?): Connect the Dots Rating: Teen+ (For: Language, Graphics Depictions of Violence) Summary: Nick's hope of getting out of this continues to drain, as Greg's anxiety isn't eased at all. Chapter Notes: Aaaand this chapter is the reason "Scared of the Dark" is on my playlist for this fic, which I plan on sharing once the fic is complete! (and I might make a moodboard, too) @letswaitforme, @deltajackdalton, @impossiblepluto, @mutatedsilverunicorn, @12percentplan,@telltaleclerk…idk, who else wants to be tagged in updates of this fic?? lemme know ;)

Previous Chapter | Read on ao3

“Is that a pickle in your pocket, or this is all getting a little too exciting for you?”

Nick was only vaguely aware as Veronica pulled his vibrating phone from his pocket. She held it up to her ear, her lips curling upward as she listened to a voicemail that Nick was unaware he had.

“Aw, your poor friend’s wondering where you are...don’t worry, I won’t keep him in suspense,” Veronica cooed, and typed a message on Nick’s phone.

Frozen in shock, Nick didn’t hear a word Veronica said to him. His eyes were transfixed on the space of the trunk, his breathing was increasing in pace and depth. Long, blood curdling screams rang through one ear and out the other. Screams that both were, and weren’t his.

Veronica closed his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. One final buzz taunted him, somehow, it was louder than the rest.

“We might need that again later. It’s time to go home.”

She pushed the shovel forward, his check rubbed against the wood of the handle. Some of the wood was chipped, it would leave marks on his cheek. She had to turn the shovel slightly, to fit the shovel awkwardly against Nick’s motionless body.

Motionless, except for his eyes, which betrayed the emotions he was desperately trying to mask.

“Oh, you poor thing, don’t cry,” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, mocking him. “What’s the matter, are you scared of the dark?”

A string of giggles intertwined into the screams, and he was plunged into darkness once more.

A jolt sputtered the trunk into a gentle vibration, the purr of the engine, smothered music didn’t quite get past the screaming in his ears. His body hiccuped as they hit a few bumps on his journey, but he paid no attention to that.

He was trapped, but not just in the trunk. Crushed under the weight of guilt, that he was chosen for Veronica’s...well, whatever she intended for him, while Officer Marsh was sentenced to the cruelest death.

A death, Nick could only hope was fast and painless, but knew otherwise.

Fast, sure. The pressure of the earth would have crushed Marsh’s chest. Dirt would have filled his lungs. Death by asphyxiation. But painless? Not so much.

He was suffocated, but not from the limited space nor awkward position of his body—his cheek was smashed against the handle of tool that sealed Marsh’s face.

Instead, questions bombarded him, he could hardly breathe, let alone answer them. Why didn’t Marsh just go outside? What was this psychopath’s deal? Who was this person? Where were they going?

Why didn’t Nick call for help?

He could have, before the paralysis set in. He should have.

Instead of cowboying up, drawing his weapon and running head first into danger, he should have called for help.

He should have gone to the back instead of Officer Clark.

He should be the one that’s dead and buried.

He was diminished. It was clear that Veronica saw him nothing more than a plaything, instead of a human being. It stung him to his core, if she wanted him dead he’d be dead by now. She definitely had something else in store for him, something beyond death.

And that scared him more than the dark ever could.

Scared him so much, that it seemed to trigger a reaction in him. His body began to convulse, a fire seized his entire body, twisting and elevating him. His hyperventilating worsened. Something rose up his throat, it felt like hot acid.

This was it, maybe his luck changed after all. He was going down the same path that Officer Marsh went through. Maybe Veronica would think he was dead, bury him. He survived once, he could survive it again.

Vomit spilled out of his mouth, onto his shirt and onto the trunk floor, but he didn’t drift off like Marsh did. He even closed his eyes in an attempt to do so, but was cursed with consciousness.

The car came to a halt, Nick heard a car door open and slam. Silence followed for a few minutes, until he heard soft knocks above him, a flood of light followed. Still daylight. In his dread-filled train of thought, he didn’t bother keeping track of how long the drive was.

“Hmm, guess you really are scared of the dark,” mock concern laced in her voice. Her eyes narrowed, staring at his trembling hands, the mess on his shirt. “Or...something else?”

He was unsure if he was successful in throwing daggers at her through his eyes.

“Now, let’s go clean up this mess you’ve made.”

A smile curled up her lips, she grabbed at his arms, pulling him out of the trunk. She began to drag him, her arms lifting him under his armpits. He was able to see the street, it seemed like a suburban area. No cars in the street, nor in the driveways across from them.

Hope shot through his veins, as a jogger slowed down in front of the house. His body was nearly dropped as Veronica removed one arm to wave at the jogger.

Help!

He tried to say something, but his vocal chords still wouldn’t work. A few gurgles, raspy breaths was all that escaped his lips.

“Too much to drink last night!” Veronica called out, her voice booming over everything. To Nick’s dismay, the jogger smiled and nodded sympathetically.

No...Help!

The jogger resumed their pace, and left Nick’s field of view. Veronica continued to move towards the house, into the garage.

Before they entered the house, Nick got his wish, he got to see another bird… it was motionless, sprawled out on the pavement of the driveway. Dead.

The house was dark, void of light save for the natural light of a few open windows. Nick was dragged through the narrow hallway, there seemed to be three doors on each side of the hallway, no stairways apparent. An odd layout for a house, but fitting for what he presumed was more of a torture dungeon than a house, anyway.

She brought him into a room that appeared to be some sort of living room, a few bookcases, a fireplace, a coffee table and a couch. There was a television above the fireplace, and also a small stereo to the right of the fireplace. To the left was one single window, with the blinds nearly shut--there was only enough light for him to identify objects in the room, but he couldn’t see any fine details.

She dropped him at the foot of the couch, moved the coffee table out of her way. Nick’s breathing had not yet steadied itself, he could see his body twitch, and wondered if he was heading towards another seizure.

Veronica picked him up and placed him on the couch, his head leaning backward against the top, his arms laid out at his sides.

“You stay right there, I’m going to get something to wash that pretty face,” Veronica purred.

She left the room, and Nick tried and failed to will his body into movement. He wondered how many hours it had been since he was first dosed, the longer it was, the more chance of surviving the toxin he had. At some point, the drug had to wear off, if it didn’t kill him first.

Veronica entered the room silently, sending Nick’s body though another startled state as she popped back in front of him, a washcloth in hand, and camera in other.

“Almost forgot…”

Click. Flash.

Without saying another word, she smeared the washcloth over Nick’s mouth. She held it in place for a few seconds, a dangerous look in her eyes, waiting for signs of a struggle for breath, before she moved it down his chin...and his neck.

“There, now let’s get that shirt off…”

She took Nick’s knife out of his vest, held it in front of his eyes. She touched it to his chin, drawing a thin line down his neck, before applying more pressure to cut through the fabric of his shirt. She cut it in half, stopped right before his pants. She removed the shirt completely, her eyes seemed to widen in some gleeful joy, as if she were unwrapping a Christmas present.

“What’s this?”

She enunciated her words by pointing the tip of her knife into the two scars he received from the restaurant shooting.

“My, my, what happened here, Nicky?”

She licked her lips, moved her body closer. She dug the tip of the knife into one scar, and drew the knife across his skin to the other.

“In connecting the dots, I figure...you’ve been shot?”

At the awkward angle his head was positioned, he could just see the blood trickle down from his two scars, and from the line she cut between them. But he couldn’t feel it.

Yet.

Click. Flash.

She tossed the knife aside, moved her fingers towards his chest, smearing the blood all over. Her other hand removed the camera from around her neck, she started to take off the vest.

You have a washcloth right there, you stupid bitch. He bitterly thought, though he had a feeling she was well aware of that fact.

Another buzz from his pocket distracted Veronica from...whatever the hell she was doing to him. She removed the phone from his pocket, checking the message. She cocked her head at him.

“Oh dear, a gal named Sara is getting worried now, too. Don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend, do I need to be jealous?”

She leaned in closer, towards his ear.

“Because you’re mine.”

Nick gulped as she giggled, leaning back away from him and texting something on his phone in response. She threw the phone onto the couch, near the knife. If he could use his arm, it was just within arm’s reach

“What else do you have in these pockets?” She wondered out loud. She dug through his other pockets, removing his wallet and keys. She took the money from his wallet, just because she could. She jangled the keys in front of his face.

“That reminds me...I have a few more errands to run, so I’m afraid I have to cut playtime short for now.”

Veronica stood up, tall over Nick, who was still slumped on the couch, still unable to move. She walked around the couch, Nick thought she had left the room, but she soon appeared again, upside down, in front of his face.

“Don’t move,” she told him in a suddenly serious, commanding tone.

She poked his nose playfully, and left the room.

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Something wasn’t right.

After receiving the text that “something came up,” Greg had replied back with “is everything okay?”

He never got a response.

Nick wasn’t one to not at least reply with an “I’ll explain later” or something to indicate that everything was in fact, okay. And if it wasn’t, he would have heard about it by now, right?

He didn’t want to freak anyone out yet, more than he was already freaking out at the possibility that something terrible had happened to Nick, again. So he texted Sara.

Hey, have you heard from Nick?

Her response wasn’t a help at all.

No, why?

In that moment, he realized that he should have texted Catherine instead. She was the supervisor, after all, so if Nick had to step out for a family emergency or something, she’d be the first to know.

Maybe it was because they all shared an office together, the three of them. Maybe it was because Nick was being more open with them, about what was going on in not just his work, but his personal life. It had shocked Greg the most, for Nick to become so...open with them, even after all their years together, Nick had always tried to maintain some distance between his work and personal life.

A flashback to nine years ago, when Nick had taken Greg by the shoulder, telling him to stop invading his privacy, told Greg that he should just leave it. Maybe Nick had a bad day, a bad case, and felt like he wasn’t good company. Wouldn’t be the first time--he bailed on Greg on his own birthday two years back, after working a case that drove him to tears.

Then again, that hadn’t stopped Greg from making an effort to extend his hand anyway.

I’m sure it’s nothing, he just bailed on breakfast this morning. It happens.

He sighed, hoping that would appease Sara’s mind though something still didn’t sit right with his. He tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, an effort to fall asleep.

He was just starting to drift off into a dream of being back in the lab, of a tearful Nick walking away, echoing previous words that had been said to him, when he heard his phone ring. He barely had time to register the caller ID before he answered immediately.

“Nick?"

#csi cbs #csi fan fic #nick stokes #greg sanders #whump fic #whump #csi #my fic #fic: atrophy #OOF this was actually harder to write than i thought??#i think the next chapter's gonna be a bit easier cause it's so distinct in my head tho #edit: added the title cause i'm an idiot lmao #this is what i was working on all day while babysitting #sorry i like to see you suffer nick

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noonachronicles · 6 years ago

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A Little Red (7)

Kim Hanbin (B.I.)/ Kim Jiwon (Bobby)/ Koo Junhoe (June) X Reader

Genre - Werewolf A/U

Word Count - 2K

Warnings - Mature adult themes, aka smut.

A/N - For @memoiresofaneternaldreamer, @byunpupss, and the sweet anons who have all been so patient with me. Although I’ll never be convinced the anons aren’t just Sara trying to get me to post more....Also Idk why I’ve been so nervous to post this? Maybe it’s the smut or the general anticipation? Anyway, here goes nothing.

Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

You woke with a start. Memories of a wolf dream you had still vivid in your mind. You realized quickly you weren’t in your sisters home, you were in Junhoe’s. You were in the tree, in the forest. The fire in the center of the room burning brilliantly as you rested comfortably on one of the cots.

“She lives.” Junhoe said from his writing desk. You looked over at him with a small smile. Quickly he turned back to his papers.

“How did I get I here?” You asked sitting up slowly, feeling dazed.

He shrugged, not even paying attention to whether or not you were watching him. “Beats me. You wandered in here hours ago, teeth chattering… delusional.”

“Delusional?”

You watched his back straighten but he still didn’t face you, “You kept going on about some wolf like a lunatic.”

“I thought it was a dream.” You sighed, “I must have imagined it all. I thought, no, it does seem silly…”

“You thought what?” He asked with a slightly peaked interest.

“I thought I was going to die out in the snow, I was so cold. I swear I saw the wolf that’s been protecting me.”

“Huh…you think a wolf has been protecting you?” You looked over to see him watching you but he quickly turned away again, still avoiding you it seemed. “That does seem silly. How are you feeling now?”

“I’m still a bit chilly.” You said wrapping the fur that had been over your legs tightly over your shoulders.

“Move closer to the fire now that you’re awake.” He mumbled absentmindedly, not even glancing up from his illustrations. Always so aloof

Leaning closer to the fire you looked over at him. In just his thin shirt and slacks. You wondered how he wasn’t freezing himself. “You can come join me if you’d like.”

“I’m not cold.” Junhoe responded simply, dismissing you once more. “Unlike you I wasn’t stupidly wandering through a snow storm.”

“I wasn’t stupidly wandering. I was coming to visit you.”

He sighed, “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“I’m not obsessed. I was worried. I thought we’d become friends and then you abandoned me for this absurd solitude.” You argued.

“If you’re not obsessed with me, I take it to mean you’ll risk taking moronic death marches through snowstorms for anyone then?”

You let out your own long, exasperated sigh, “Why do you hate me? I don’t understand. Is it something I’ve done? Some memory you have of Louisa that you’ve projected onto me? Tell me, so I can fix it. It’s agonizing.”

You watched as he clutched his charcoal on his fist snapping it into two before dropping the pieces on the paper. “You are agonizing. This incessant need to be liked. Your voice which lingers in my head long after you’ve gone. I have suffered with thoughts of you since the day you came here. I was so happy alone, so content. Yet you refuse to let me be. I can’t even hide from you in a snowstorm. You’re relentless.”

Your heart sank slightly at this. He truly did hate you, despite all of your best efforts. You stood and moved to where he’d placed your cloak, hanging out to dry and pulled the bread you’d brought from the inside pocket. It was cold but the crust was still crunchy with enough give that you knew it would be soft in the center. You placed the small loaf on the desk and paused just behind him.

“I brought you bread. I hadn’t seen you in town since before the full moon. Hanbin said you were fine, but I wanted to make sure for myself. I thought you might be hungry out here...or lonely. Or I guess I was lonely, and I missed you, and you’re the only one I trust and I had so much to tell you. To ask about.” You said quietly observing the flames dancing in front of you. “I’m sorry for having bothered you. I promise not to do it again. And if you’ll let me just wait here until morning so I can make my way back by light of day, I promise I won’t say another word.”

There was a long moment of silence between you. The silence was palpable.

“God, you magnificent fool.” He groaned finally as he stood up, the chair dragging against the hard floor, and grabbed your wrist.

Before you could comprehend what he was talking about now he pulled you so that you turned into his chest, his free hand cupped your cheek and his lips pressed to yours roughly. When he pulled away and you’re eyes finally fluttered open all you could do was stare.

He grinned down at the enchantment in your eyes as you looked at him. Pushing your hair out of your face he kissed you again, lightly this time. “My clueless little lamb. I don’t hate you, I care about you very much. Only…I find it frustrating.”

“You don’t hate me?” You asked, still steps behind him, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“I wish I could. I usually find hating people easy but with you, it’s impossible.” He smiled as your face started to show recognition. “I like you. I want to spend time with you. I want to be there for you, to protect you. I can’t be around...the people you spend your time with, and I would never ask you to not be friends with him-them just for me.”

A heat was brewing in your belly as you looked up at him. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your bodies pressed together. Your heart was pounding madly in your chest in anticipation of more as he confessed to you.

“Kiss me again.” You requested quietly. It seemed foolish to talk when you couldn’t comprehend a thing passed his lips. “Everything else we can discuss later, but right now…I need you to kiss me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” He said nipping at your lips.

Lifting your hand up to his face you ran your fingers through his hair, “I think I have an idea.”

Junhoe ran his hands up your sides, lifting your arms over his shoulders. He sucked your lips between his until you moaned into his mouth. His tongue demanded entrance to your mouth and took command of your own. Dropping his hands to your waist he pulled you up so that your legs were wrapped around him.

He seemed unbothered by the weight of having to hold you up, as you ran your hands through his hair, tugging at his lip with your teeth. You moaned into the kiss again and he carried you to the cot you’d woken up on. His rough kisses moved from your mouth to your neck allowing you to pant out heavy breathes. He tore your dress open quickly and unforgiving. You gasped, your breasts being freed from your corset.

Your hands moved swiftly, untucking his shirt from his pants and pulling it up over his head. His body was warm, and muscular, he was truly a vision before you. Holding himself up with one arm the other pulled your skirt up around your hips. His fingers tracing the cool smooth skin of your thighs.

“So warm.” He mumbled sucking harshly on the skin of your neck. You trembled beneath him as his fingers found your aching core.

He was right, you clearly had no idea what you’d asked for. Your hands tugged at his hair and ran over his back. His mouth continued to suck and nip at your breasts. Your nipples raised and teased in a way that they never had been by a man before. All the while his fingers exploring deep inside of you. Your hips rolled forward wanting more of him as your moans and cries grew louder and more steady.

You whimpered slightly as he continued to tease you. “Jun, it’s too much.”

“Oh, y/n.” He said leaving light kisses against your collar bone. His hands moving from under your skirt to your hips, “We’ve only just begun.”

He was not your first lover but the way he treated you, tending to every part of you, he was already your best. As he looked down at you, you realized his usual dark eyes were glowing a familiar gold. He pushed himself off of you, the lack of his warmth was noticeable, and you began to crave it. Wordlessly he untied his pants, your teeth tugged on your lip as he stood before you exposed. You clamored to your knees on top of the cot and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve never seen you look so hungry before.” he whispered against your lips as you dragged him down onto the cot with you.

“I’m starving.” you panted. You pulled your lengthy skirt around your waist and straddled his naked lap.

His hands were tight on your hips as you sunk down onto him.

“You feel so good,” you moaned graciously.

“You feel even better.”

He stared at you as your hips circled his lap, his hands acting only as a guide to your movements. Your chest heaved under his mouth as he kissed your sweat glistening flesh. Your groans of pleasure only disturbed by the crackling fire and the creak of the old cot.

“So beautiful.” he murmured, your eyes were closed as you felt the edges of your climax, and the way he praised you only pushed you further.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, unable to take too much more of him. Luckily for you, you came. Junhoe was not quite finished. He lifted you, still around his waist, and flipped you so that you were on your back, beneath him once more. Your hands explored the expansion of his back and shoulders. His now damp hair brushed against your forehead. You couldn’t stop your lips from capturing his once more. When his hips sputtered to a halt, and he kissed your neck gently, you knew he was done. Finally exhausted as well he collapsed beside you onto the comfort of the cot. He wrapped an arm loosely around your hip and you tucked into the warmth of him. After a content sigh you were quickly back to sleep.

When you woke up again Junhoe was asleep beside you. One arm behind his head and the other trapped beneath yours. Sighing deeply you looked over his naked body, glowing in the light of the still burning fire. Your fingers roamed his shoulders and chest and stomach, The softness of his skin, the way it stretched tightly over his muscles. The sensitive pads of your fingertips were able to catch the subtle scaring all over his body.

Curious you leaned closer. Thin white scars covered his torso. Some like scrapes others looked like holes, bite marks. Your heart fell wondering what horrors he must have been through, then it nearly stopped beating all together when you remembered your sisters little red journal, the way she had described Hanbin. When you looked back up at his face he was watching you, his eyes dark once more.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked leaning back into him and leaving a kiss on his sharp jaw.

“You’re not going to ask?” He replied.

“Ask what?”

“Where they came from.”

You shook your head no. “If you want to tell me you will, but I won’t make you open up about something private.”

“You know, y/n. You’re clueless about some things but not this.” He sighed, frustrated. “Think about it. You know the answers, they’ve all but been handed to you.”

“What do you want me to say?” You asked wrapping your arms tighter around him, afraid that he might run away from you. Surprised with yourself that what you feared wasn’t what you knew. Instead it was that the monster in your bed might disappear. “Do you want me to say I know? That I know what you are? That I know where all these scars came from? Of course I’m not stupid, Junhoe! I just don’t...I don’t understand how something so insane could make so much sense.”

“Just tell me that you know and that you can still trust me.” He said running a rough hand through your hair and over your bare back.

“You’re a werewolf.” You said quietly against his shoulder. “You’re the wolf with brown muzzle. You saved my life... more than once. I trust you.”

#kpopwritingnet #ikon scenarios #kim jiwon scenario #kim hanbin scenario #b.i. scenario #junhoe scenarios #kpop scenarios #bobby scenarios #koo junhoe scenario #junhoe smut #kpop smut #a little red

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incendiaglacies · 7 years ago

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Fic: Save the Last Dance

Title: Save the Last Dance

Summary: “Look, you’re a good guy and a good dad,” Dig started, “But how do you expect to get an international popstar to sing at a high school dance?” In an effort to reclaim his coolness in his son’s eyes, Rip promises an international popstar for the school dance.

Word Count: 6.3K

AN: @agentmarymargaretskitz promised me a moodboard if I wrote my idea

Read on AO3 (Recommended)

Rip waited the whole of thirty seconds until the door finally opened. “What are you doing here?” Miranda asked in surprise.

“It’s Saturday? My day with Jonas, remember?” Rip asked as he stepped inside the house, “Those were the terms of our divorce.”

“Don’t have a tone with me now, Rip,” Miranda rolled her eyes and led them to the kitchen, “I remember. But I’m not entirely sure Jonas does.”

Rip sighed at Miranda’s conciliatory face, “He made other plans again, didn’t he?”

“He’s a budding teenage boy with friends his own age, Rip. It was bound to happen at some point.”

“Yes, but it happens to me constantly. Not you,” Rip griped. Just then, the person of their conversation walked in.

“Hey Dad!” Jonas greeted excitedly and gave his father a hug. Rip supposed he should be grateful he even got one of those these days. “What are you doing here?”

“Well we had plans today, didn’t we?” Rip reminded him, “Movie? Dinner? Any of this ringing a bell for you?”

Jonas looked down guiltily, “Right. It’s just that Oliver got William this new video game – Alien Invasion 3 – and we were all going to go over and play today. It’s not even out yet!”

“And who is ‘we’?”

“Just the usual. Me, Ruby, Sara,” Jonas blushed faintly at the last name. Rip shared a sly smile with Miranda before facing his son again.

“So I suppose this means you want to take a raincheck, again?”

“Please Dad? Just this once,” Jonas begged.

“That’s what you said the last four times,” Rip muttered under his breath. He caught Jonas sulking at his words and Miranda’s sharp look and backtracked, “I mean – yes, of course that’s fine. I mean why would you want to hang out with your uncool dad anyways?”

Jonas rolled his eyes but grinned as he hugged Rip, “Thank you! Thank you!” Rip didn’t fail to notice that there was no argument about his ‘uncoolness’. That hurt more than he cared to admit.

“Alright, alright,” Rip patted his son’s back, “Least I can do is drop you off? We can have some quality time in the car.”

“Oh don’t look so glum, Rip,” Miranda cooed, “Think of all the free time you’ll have today instead.”

“Right, sure,” Rip tried to keep his tone light, “I suppose I have errands to run anyways. Which reminds me, Jonas, have you got your letter for Gigi?”

Jonas huffed, “Dad, what’s the point of even writing those letters? It’s not like she even responds and I haven’t seen her since I was like five-”

“Eight.”

“I don’t even remember her,” Jonas argued, “And she never even responds! I might as well be sending letters to the moon.”

“Well I see you’ve gotten my flair for the dramatics,” Rip said, “I don’t care if those letters end up on Mars. You’re still going to write them because I raised you properly.”

“But-”

“You’re writing the letter Jonas,” Miranda scolded him. Jonas grumbled under his breath but begrudgingly agreed. Rip sometimes wished he had that power over his son. “And grab a coat, it’s going to get cold. Don’t argue, just do it!” They listened to Jonas’ huffs and groans the entire way up the stairs. Rip and Miranda shared a look before bursting out laughing.

“Impressive,” Rip complimented.

“Well it’s what I do,” Miranda shrugged, “You want a cup of tea while you wait? Who knows how long he’ll take to find a jacket.”

“I’m fine,” Rip shook his head. He looked at the stairs longingly.

“Will you please stop drowning yourself in self-pity? It’s highly unattractive,” Miranda said.

“Well I was hardly trying to be attractive for you,” Rip quipped, “Besides, you wouldn’t understand. You have him all the time. I only get the weekends. I live so close and he barely ever even wants to see me anymore.”

“He’s fourteen – high school now. It’s just that age. Besides, maybe you could take that extra free time for yourself. Start dating,” Miranda offered.

Rip gave her a look, “Just because you jumped right in and started dating Jonah doesn’t mean I have to do anything.”

“It’s been three years, Rip.”

“There’s no one I’m interested in right now anyways.”

“Oh no, not at all,” Miranda said sarcastically, “How is Gigi these days anyways?”

Rip glared at her, “She’s fine. Would you wipe that look off your face! She’s – she’s busy, you know that. It would be far too complicated to-”

“Excuses,” Miranda sang at him.

“Shut up!” Miranda hummed and mimed zipping her lips. Rip did not see the humor in it. The two waited in silence until Jonas finally returned. “Ready to go?” Rip smiled at his son. Jonas nodded and the two headed for the door.

“Oh, Rip, wait!” Miranda stopped them. Rip turned around in question. “There’s a PTA meeting on Monday? Can you go for us? I’ve got a client and this is apparently about the school dance.”

“Monday?” Rip mentally remembered his schedule, “Fine, I’ll go.” It wasn’t like much would happen anyways. It was always just the parents bickering over each other.

“Brilliant.”

“Now then,” Rip turned to his son, “Shall we?”

“I still think yellow would be a better colour-”

“Yes, but think of the lighting, it’s not going to look as good as-”

“Please tell me we did not get called into this meeting to discuss colour schemes the entire time,” Rip grumbled under his breath.

“You’re telling me,” Samantha agreed next to him just as quietly, “I had to rearrange two meetings and my afternoon to be here. I could be at work, or even better, spending time with Ruby. All they do is bicker.”

“As fun as this discussion is,” John Diggle finally interrupted, “I think some of us do have places to be, if we could just get to the main point here?” He gave the pair a knowing look and Rip couldn’t help but smile gratefully.

“Right, of course John,” Laura nodded, “You see, we do have a bit of an emergency. The DJ that we booked for the dance cancelled on us last minute. So, we are currently without any entertainment and the dance is three weeks away. Any suggestions would be highly encouraged.”

“My sister does own the nightclub Verdant,” Oliver offered, “I’m sure she’d be happy to give her DJ up for the night?”

“Yeah, or Mayor Oliver Queen can spring and get us live music too, right?” Dig joked with his best friend.

“Now, let’s not get too crazy here,” Oliver laughed.

“Agreed,” Laura said, “DJ is probably the best way to go. We don’t want to get someone that the kids won’t even want to listen to-”

“What about Gideon Rider?” Rip interrupted. All eyes turned to him and the room silenced. Rip shrugged uncomfortably, “I mean, she’s popular these days isn’t she?”

“Ruby absolutely loves her new album,” Sam nodded encouragingly.

“So does Sara,” Dig added.

“Everybody likes her stuff. So how about it?” Rip asked.

Laura gave a polite sound of disbelief, “Mr. Hunter, how are we supposed to convince Gideon Rider to perform at a school dance?”

“Leave it to me,” Rip said, “I’ll take care of it.” He looked around at the room, at everybody’s hesitant faces. “So music is covered, anything else?”

Laura cleared her throat and slowly moved onto other points of the dance until finally the PTA meeting was over. Rip grabbed his things and left as quickly as he could, but was still stopped on his way out.

“Rip, Rip, hey wait a second!”

Rip sighed and turned around, “Listen, Oliver, I’d love to stay and chat but I’m having dinner with Jonas tonight.”

“No, right, of course,” Oliver nodded as Dig and Sam also walked up, “Just, what you said in there. You know it’s okay if you can’t deliver? I can talk to Thea, set something up.”

“That won’t be a problem. I’ve got it covered,” Rip dismissed.

“Look, you’re a good guy and a good dad,” Dig started, “But how do you expect to get an international popstar to sing at a high school dance?”

“Well she’s British, I’m British, I’m sure she’d be willing to do me a solid favour,” Rip joked. The others didn’t seem too convinced, though Sam did give him a small smile. “Look, you really don’t need to worry. I’ll get it handled.”

“The dance is three weeks away,” Oliver reminded him, “Normally you need to book months in advance for this sort of stuff.”

“Not to mention our school budget,” Dig added, “How are we supposed to afford-”

“I’ve got it,” Rip repeated.

“Of course,” Oliver said, “But if you do need anything – anything at all – phone calls made or something, I’m pretty well connected as mayor.”

“Yeah, and I may not be mayor, but Lyla is pretty determined when she has a goal,” Dig said good-naturedly.

“I don’t doubt your wife one bit,” Rip laughed, “Thank you gentlemen for the offers. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything.” Oliver and Dig nodded and made their way to the door. Rip turned to Sam, “What?”

“Pretty ballsy move in there, Hunter,” Sam commented.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rip said. Sam crossed her arms and gave him a knowing look. Rip sighed, “What? I just – okay, so I might have snapped a bit.”

“A bit? Rip, you promised a popstar. Someone whose concerts are sold out within the first two hours. And I know this because I’ve tried to get Ruby tickets before and have failed.”

“Yes, but if I do get them…Sam this is my chance to finally get it right by my son,” Rip insisted, “Oliver is the mayor and can get perks for the kids any time he wants. Dig gets to take the boys camping. And now even Jonah takes them all out to the stables on the weekends to go horseback riding.”

“You’re doing all this because you’re jealous of your ex-wife’s cowboy boyfriend?” Sam deadpanned.

“He doesn’t like the term cowboy,” Rip muttered, “I am doing this to prove a point, I guess. Look, you’re a single mom; you know how hard it is sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam said quietly, “Hardly have enough time for her.”

“Well at least Ruby wants to see you,” Rip pointed out, “Jonas is going through the phase where he wants nothing to do with me. This is my chance to finally be cool to him. For once.”

“Have you considered what happens if you can’t deliver?” Sam asked worriedly.

“Oh that won’t be a problem. She’ll be here.”

And so the countdown to the dance began. And the questions were just starting. From the carpool rides:

“Mr. Hunter?” Sara asked nervously from the backseat.

“Yes, Sara?” Rip answered.

Sara and Ruby shared a look before she spoke again, “So we were talking – and well actually we overheard our parents talking.”

“Of course,” Rip smiled knowingly.

“They’re saying that you’re getting Gideon Rider for the school dance,” William finally finished. Jonas looked at his three friends in the backseat and then back at his dad.

“That’s right,” Rip nodded.

“Dad, how are you going to do that?” Jonas asked tiredly.

“You know Jonas, the vote of confidence is so nice,” Rip said sarcastically.

“Well it’s just – isn’t it hard to get a hold of a popstar?” Ruby asked.

“Oh yes, a lot more voicemails than you can imagine,” Rip said.

“But, you’re sure you can get her?” Sara asked excitedly.

“Yes.”

“So we can put up flyers then?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. Might as well advertise it,” Rip shrugged.

“Awesome, thanks Mr. Hunter!” Sara said. The girls squealed and got out of the car followed by William. Jonas stayed in the car and gave his dad a wary look.

“What is it?” Rip asked.

“Nothing, it’s just that, Sara really likes Gideon Rider. Everyone does,” Jonas started.

“Well she is popular. That’s why we’re getting her.”

“Yeah but, everyone in the school is going to expect it, Dad,” Jonas said.

“I know, Jonas. A little faith please,” Rip smiled. He reached over and ruffled his son’s hair, getting a grin out of the boy as he pulled away. “Okay, so I’ll pick you guys up today?”

“Oh, actually Ruby’s mom is getting us. We’re going to go get pizza,” Jonas said guiltily.

“Right, of course you are,” Rip sighed, “Good. That’s good.”

“Alright. Oh wait, before I go – the letter that you made me write,” Jonas pulled out a somewhat crumpled envelope from his backpack.

“Been treating it really well I see,” Rip mocked.

“Oops?”

“Alright, fine give it here,” Rip took the letter, “Come on, out you go. Your mother will kill me if you’re late.”

“Bye Dad!” Jonas shouted as he shut the door.

“Bye, love you too,” Rip muttered to the empty car.

And then there were the patronizing meetings with the parents:

“So how’s it going with getting a hold of the entertainment?” Oliver asked.

“Fine,” Rip said curtly as he watched the kids playing videogames out in the living room. It was one of those nights where everyone was around and Rip should have known better than agreeing to come, but somehow he’d been convinced.

“Oh the singer?” Lyla asked, “John was telling me about that. Sara’s so excited, has flyers printed out and ready to go.”

“Yeah apparently they’re going to put them up all over school,” Dig rolled his eyes at their enthusiasm, “Is it bad that I just don’t get her music? I mean her old stuff, with the band, it was good. But then she want solo it’s like all this teeny boppy stuff.”

“Because it sells,” Sam said, “Besides, they’re not all like that. If you look closely then you’ll see that the songs that she writes, they’re still good. I think she and West were the main writers in the band. But Constantine did do some stuff.”

“Why do you know so much about this?” Dig asked.

“I have a teenage girl.”

“So do I, doesn’t mean I know all that stuff. Except for how cute – who was it, Jax?” Dig asked his wife.

“That’s the one. Though I think she’d say they’re all cute now,” Lyla said, “Between Sara’s obsession of music and JJ’s obsession with basketball, it’s hard to keep anything straight.”

“Jonas is like that with soccer. And music,” Rip said.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Miranda spoke up, “Exactly what is happening with this dance?” The adults all exchanged worried looks and Rip pointedly looked down at his cup of tea.

“Well, the DJ cancelled last minute, and Rip said he could get us Gideon Rider,” Sam finally answered.

Miranda blinked, “You promised them Gideon?”

“Yes.” Rip shared a look at Miranda who finally shrugged.

“Well this should be interesting,” she muttered under her breath.

“Look, I’m just saying, if you need any help or some strings pulled,” Oliver said kindly, “Then I can see about helping out. I mean I know how hard it is to get a hold of these kinds of people.”

“Yeah, Oliver was one of those people. Party boy billionaire!” Dig joked making everyone laugh.

“That is neither here or there. I’m just saying, if you need anything, you just need to ask,” Oliver said.

“And I appreciate it, but it’s fine,” Rip dismissed their concerns, “I’ve got it under control.”

“So do you just call her people and they put you on a ridiculously long waiting list or what?” Lyla asked.

“I’m not sure, actually,” Rip frowned, “Currently no one’s picking up at all.” The parents all shared another look and Rip sighed, “Look, if you have something to say you can just say it.”

“Alright then,” Dig crossed his arms, “The dance is two weeks away, and you’ve got all these kids’ hopes up.”

“And I will deliver.”

“And when someone finally does pick up, what are you planning on saying to convince her?” Dig asked.

Rip shrugged, “Not sure yet. But you know, Jonas’ middle name is Gideon, so I feel like I should get some priority just because of that.” He smiled at their incredulous faces, “Don’t worry so much about it.”

But the worst of it was when his own son didn’t believe in him:

“So Disney or a musical tonight? Or perhaps a Disney musical?” Rip asked as he held up the potential options. Jonas gave a noncommittal sound, his eyes on his phone. Rip sighed and confiscated the device.

“Dad!”

“Don’t Dad me, come on, this the only one-on-one time I get with you,” Rip said, “Normally you love this stuff. What is so important that you can’t be attentive?”

Jonas sighed and shook his head, “It’s just all this stuff with the dance. Everyone’s expecting Gideon Rider to show up. Half the kids believe it and think I’m cool and the other half don’t and keep calling you a liar.”

“I see.”

Jonas looked at his father, “Are you really getting her?”

“I’m working on it,” Rip said.

“Why did you even agree to this anyways? You should have just let Oliver take care of it. He’s the mayor and he used to run a night club.”

“I’m aware,” Rip said tightly. He sat down next to Jonas on the sofa, “Is it really so hard to believe that I wanted to do something nice for my son? That for just once I might have wanted you to be happy with me, the way you are with just about everyone else?”

“You think I’m not happy with you?” Jonas’ face dropped. Rip shrugged and turned to the blank television. Seconds later arms wrapped around him. “You’re my dad,” Jonas talked into his shoulder where he buried his face, “I’m always going to love you.”

“I know that, Jonas. But do you realize this is the first time in about a month that we’ve actually spent time together?” Rip asked, “Look, I don’t get to live with you anymore. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“I didn’t realize,” Jonas frowned, “You’re always around to me. Even after the divorce, sometimes it felt like even more.”

“Oh.”

“Dad, you know you don’t have to prove anything, right?” Jonas asked softly, “I mean, William’s dad is cool and all, but he’s not you. I mean, you’re always there to help me with math homework, or pack my lunch whenever mom has an early morning. And you’ve never once cancelled on me.”

“Suppose I just wanted you to be proud to have me as a father. I know I’m hardly as cool as you’d like me to be,” Rip said.

“I didn’t think adults were supposed to be cool,” Jonas joked.

“Ah, I see why your mother doesn’t like my sarcastic sense of humor,” Rip remarked.

Jonas rolled his eyes, “Well you’d be cooler if it didn’t come with so many requirements. Clean your room, write letters, go to sleep on time, curfews.”

“Yes, why would I want your life to have order? That’s just madness,” Rip said sarcastically.

“Mom does say we’re exactly the same,” Jonas shrugged, “Point is, you’re my dad. You have this dry sense of humor that just about no one thinks is funny, and you give me a disappointed look every time I do something wrong. If I don’t always think you’re cool, I think that means you’re doing the parenting thing right.”

“Glowing words of recommendation from my son. I’ll take it,” Rip chuckled and ruffled Jonas’ hair. “As your father can I give you one piece of advice? Just ask Sara out already.”

“Is it that obvious?” Jonas asked sheepishly.

“To a blind man, Jonas.”

“I don’t even think she even likes me that way,” Jonas said quietly.

“Well, you’ll never know unless you ask. Worst that can happen is she says no,” Rip said wisely.

“What if I mess up our entire friend group and she doesn’t want to talk to me again?”

“So that’s the catastrophizing that I do,” Rip mused, “She’s got a good heart, I doubt she’d let it affect your friendship. Otherwise, she wasn’t a good friend to begin with. Trust me.”

“You done this before?”

“Something of the sort,” Rip smiled, “Ask her out. Just to the dance. It could be a lot of fun.”

“Alright. I’ll do it,” Jonas nodded, though the nervousness was still evident on his face and in his voice.

“That’s my boy.”

“This is a disaster.”

“Stop being so dramatic, it’s fine,” Miranda rolled her eyes.

“Mom, this is terrible. What kind of dance doesn’t have music?” Jonas panicked as he looked around the gym. The decorations were all set up, the strobe lights flashing, but it was completely quiet except for the students murmuring and wondering what was going on. Jonas made eye contact with a few of the kids and looked away immediately, “Oh no, what if they all blame me?”

“See, there’s the theatrics I was talking about. You get this from your father,” Miranda shook her head.

“No, she’s right,” William reassured his best friend, “They’re not going to blame you.”

“Yeah, they wouldn’t blame you,” Sara smiled at him.

“High school doesn’t really let anything go,” Ruby muttered while Sara shot her a glare. Finally, the speaker started blasting some technopop music.

“There, you see?” Miranda grinned, “They’ve got music, they’ve got snacks, they’ve got a dance floor. Go have fun!”

“But they don’t have Gideon,” Jonas muttered under his breath, “Dad should have never promised.” He looked across the room where Rip was standing in the corner on his cellphone and Sam was lingering near him.

“Well Dad is the one taking you home tonight, you’ll do well to treat him with the love and respect he deserves, Jonas,” Miranda flashed her eyes at him, “No getting angry with him for no reason. That’s my job.”

“Alright mom, you can do now,” Jonas huffed. Miranda smiled and kissed his cheek that Jonas pointedly wiped off before waving bye to them all and leaving.

“Well at least one of our parents won’t be here,” Ruby sighed as she looked over at her mom.

“You’re telling me. I’m just hoping my parents don’t start slow dancing at some point,” Sara looked over at where her John at the door greeting the kids, and Lyla was saying bye to Miranda.

“Hooray for chaperones,” a voice came up behind them. The kids turned around to see Rip standing there. “Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt; did your mother already leave?”

Jonas looked back at the door where his mom was already gone, “Yeah, just missed her.”

“Bollocks, I’ll have to talk to her later then,” Rip frowned then, “Don’t use that sort of language by the way. Or tell your mother that I used it.”

“Sure, Dad,” Jonas sighed. He looked around the gym, “Dad, this isn’t exactly live music.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I am working on it,” Rip promised. Jonas started shaking his head when Laura came up behind Rip.

“Mr. Hunter, a word?” she didn’t wait for a reply, simply kept walking to the stage.

“Well, it seems I’ve been summoned,” Rip rolled his eyes, “I will see you after the dance. Enjoy yourselves.”

“Yeah, we’ll try,” Jonas muttered.

Rip made his way backstage and found a group of parents all clamoring about.

“I knew this would happen. We’re lucky I managed to put together the sound system and had some CDs for backup,” one of the moms huffed.

“I see your plan for live entertainment didn’t come through?” Laura asked in annoyance.

“It did, really,” Rip insisted as he checked his phone, “She will be here and soon – she’s just-”

“The dance has already started! You could have just told us you couldn’t do it,” Laura huffed.

“Hey, now is not the time to be pointing fingers,” Dig said calmly, “We need a new plan is all. I can call Oliver or Thea, I think they said they’d have a DJ on backup just in case. The main thing is that we need good music and those CDs aren’t gonna last long.”

“Well perhaps I can help with that.”

Everybody turned to the newcomer’s voice. Gideon Rider was standing there complete with her the rest of her old band – Jefferson Jackson, Wally West, John Constantine – they were all there. In person. Dig stared in shock at the sight.

Rip smiled at her, “You made it!”

“Yes, well unfortunately the airlines messed up on our luggage and traffic was terrible. But we’re here! Where should we set up?” Gideon asked looking around.

“Uh – right, right there. I can show you guys,” Dig cleared his throat and gestured for Jefferson and Wally to follow him.

“Setting up is going to take a while, you alright singing acoustic for a bit?” John asked Gideon.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure there’s some music I can sing along to as well, right?” Gideon turned to Laura.

“Uh – yes?” she answered unsurely.

“Should I go make an announcement? Let them know that we have live music now?” Sam asked a little smugly.

“That would be lovely,” Gideon said. She looked at the other parents still watching her with their mouths agape, “Sorry, but there is a dance going on and a room filled with teenagers – I think they need chaperones.” Slowly the crowd dispersed until only Sam and Rip were left.

“I’m going to go make that announcement now,” Sam said before leaving as well.

“You certainly took your sweet time getting here. Do you know how bad I looked for a good half hour there?” Rip crossed his arms at her.

“Sorry, you know I love a dramatic entrance,” Gideon teased as she walked up to him and tugged on his collar. “I have to go put on a show now, but you owe me a dance later.”

“Deal,” Rip grinned, “Break a leg up there.” Gideon nodded and left as well. From the stage, Rip could briefly hear Sam take over and introduce Gideon before he heard the woman herself.

“Hello everyone!” Gideon greeted, “I am so excited to be here, it’s a little smaller than my usual venues but I’m hoping you’ll enjoy it anyways. Now I know you don’t want to hear just my voice all night, so I brought some friends along.” A round of cheers went out at what Rip could only imagine was the band.

“Coming out?” Sam asked coming back in.

“Yes, of course.” Rip followed her out to the gym again where everyone was cheering for Gideon.

Jonas managed to find him in the crowd, “Dad? That’s – I mean – you-”

“I told you I would,” Rip said. Jonas jumped and gave him a hug while the rest of the group cheered.

“This is amazing!” Jonas exclaimed.

“Yes, now go enjoy yourselves. You don’t want to spend the night with your father. Off you go,” Rip shooed them off. The smile on Jonas’ face was plenty for him.

“Not bad, Hunter,” Sam laughed as Gideon started up her song. “She has a beautiful voice.”

“She really does,” Rip said softly.

“Wanna dance?” Sam asked, holding out her hand. She nodded to John and Lyla already on the dance floor, “Might as well traumatize the kids properly.”

He looked across the room and locked eyes with Jonas – who seemed to be enjoying himself with Sara – and smiled. “What the hell? Sounds brilliant,” Rip said and grabbed her hand and they went out onto the dance floor.

“That was amazing,” Ruby gushed as the four of them sat around the table. The dance had finally finished after many, many encores by Gideon – of her originals and multiple covers of songs – and the majority of the students had been picked up by their parents. The quartet remained as their parents worked on cleaning up and William waited on his father to pick him up.

“I can’t believe your dad got Gideon Rider to perform – and she brought the entire band!” William said for about the umpteenth time. But it was a rather huge deal, so it had to be said.

“So, I guess it’s safe to say that you all had a good time then?” Rip came up and leaned against his son’s chair.

“Dad, it was amazing!” Jonas said and gave his father another hug.

“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Rip smiled and patted his back.

“Yeah man, you really came through,” Dig said as he and Oliver came up to them, “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“It’s quite alright. Water under the bridge,” Rip said.

“Well it looks like Lyla and Sam are getting themselves acquainted with the band,” Oliver commented, as he looked over to the stage, “What do you say we go see if we can help out?” Dig nodded and the two of them head over in the stage’s direction.

“Oh please don’t,” William sighed, “They are going to be so embarrassing!”

“I know,” Sara agreed.

Rip raised an eyebrow. At least it wasn’t just his child that thought of him that way. “Well if you’re that worried, why don’t you go stop them?” Rip asked. Seeing their confused looks, Rip gestured to the band, “Don’t you want to meet them? Wasn’t that the whole point of sticking around?”

“We get to meet them?” Jonas asked wide-eyed.

“Of course. Come on. I’ll introduce you all,” Rip took Jonas’ hand and the other kids followed along. When they got to the stage, Oliver and Dig were already in conversation with Gideon who was bending down on the stage to hear them properly.

“Look if you guys need help with tearing the place down or-”

“Oh no, that’s quite alright,” Gideon interrupted Oliver, “The boys have got it.”

“There are child labour laws, Gideon!” Wally yelled from behind her.

“You’re not children and know what you did!” Gideon shot back without even turning, “And Jefferson, stop glaring at me. Your face will be stuck that way!”

“It’s Jax!” he rolled his eyes.

“And stop rolling your eyes at me.” Jax looked at her in shock until Wally tapped him on the shoulder to get him moving.

“Of course, mom!” Wally said. Gideon huffed but didn’t respond.

“You know, Gideon, sweetheart, the nagging gets rather annoying,” John commented.

“I am not nagging. And make sure you’re careful with the amp,” Gideon said.

“Oh no, not nagging at all,” John muttered as he moved it off stage with the rest of the stuff.

“I heard that! I hear all and see all, you know this,” Gideon lectured them. She turned back to the small audience their bickering had amassed, “The boys are mad because I’m punishing them. And John’s irritable because he’s quitting smoking.”

“It’s fine,” Sam said, “Really we can’t thank you enough for doing this. For even thinking about it. I know everyone’s probably already said this, but you were all amazing. Absolutely terrific.”

“I’ve heard it a couple times. But it’s always nice to hear. Thank you,” Gideon said kindly.

“So how much do we owe you for all this,” Oliver asked, “I mean, I know flights to America probably aren’t cheap. And on such late notice – and with the whole band-”

“Oh no, no money required,” Gideon shook her head. “This is simply out of the goodness of our hearts. Well mostly, a separate bargain was struck.”

“You’re not taking money,” Lyla repeated, “How did Rip get you to agree to this again?”

“Well I was told that since his son was named after me the least I can do is show up for his school’s dance,” Gideon said.

“You literally stole his birth certificate and had the nurse change it,” Rip rolled his eyes, “It is the least you can do.” He didn’t seem to notice the looks of disbelief he got from everyone. Instead he pushed Jonas forward a bit, “Speaking of my son, you remember Jonas?”

“Jonas!” Gideon squealed and jumped off the stage. Instantly, her arms were around the surprised teenager and squeezing him tightly.

“Um, hi?” Jonas said, or rather asked in confusion.

Gideon pulled back from him, her hands on his cheeks, “Oh look at you! All grown up. And you’re as tall as me now. Well that’s a shame.” She looked around at the rest of the students, “Oh and these must be your friends. Let me see, you’re obviously William. And I’m going to guess you’re Ruby, and that would make you, Sara.”

“That’s – that’s right,” Sara stuttered, “Mr. Hunter told you about us?”

“No, Jonas did. In his letters,” Gideon replied.

“You’re penpals with a popstar?” William asked.

“No, I’ve never written-”

“Of course you have. In your last letter you said, ‘Dear Gigi, not sure if you’ll even read this but-”

“Wait, you’re Gigi?” Jonas stared at her like a fish out of water.

“Yes,” Gideon looked at Rip and then back at Jonas, “Wasn’t that obvious?”

“I knew I was forgetting something,” Rip mused as he walked around and put an arm around Gideon’s waist, “This is Gideon. My best mate since college, Jonas’ namesake and godmother. Who just happens to be a famous popstar.”

“Not cool man, not cool,” Dig shook his head, “You knew exactly what you were doing.” Rip shrugged innocently in response.

“I can’t believe you don’t remember me,” Gideon looked affronted, “I mean, you wanted to marry me when you were five, Jonas!”

“I did?”

“Yes, of course it was a small wedding. I think your father should still have the video somewhere,” Gideon waved off. She pulled Jonas in for a hug again, “Thank you for the letters. I’ve never been a fan of email, and I loved opening the mailbox and finding you’d written me. I’m sorry for not writing back all that much, life got a little hectic with all the stardom.”

“It’s – it’s alright,” Jonas said, “It’s just – I can’t believe you’re Gigi. I mean, you’re the person that always gives me fifty dollars for my birthdays and Christmases. I sort of thought you were made up after a while.”

“Yes well – wait, you only gave him fifty dollars?” Gideon frowned at Rip.

“He is a teenager; he doesn’t need more than that. The rest is going towards college,” Rip said strictly.

“Well you’re the father,” Gideon said. She turned back to the kids, “See this is why I don’t have children…except for the band. Anyways, I can’t wait to hear everything I’ve missed the past six years! Do you all like theme parks?” she looked around worriedly, “Because I already got us tickets, I know I should have asked first but-”

“Wait, for us too?” Ruby asked excitedly.

“Ah yes, that was part of the deal,” Rip walked up next to Gideon, “Sort of sold your children off to Gideon for a weekend daytrip. It was under the terms and conditions, hope that’s alright.” The resounding cheers was answers enough. “I suppose that’s a yes then.”

“You also promised me a bed and homemade meals,” Gideon reminded him.

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Well the band will want brunch too, fair warning. And you said pancakes, so I’m expecting the whole deal. And Miranda – I have to see her too!”

“Yes, yes, we will get to all of it. I promise,” Rip rolled his eyes and pulled her in for a side hug. He turned to the crowd, “Do you all want to start clearing out the tables? We don’t want to leave it all for the morning.” Gideon smiled and squeezed Jonas’ hand one last time before the kids and adults all went their own ways and continued cleaning up. Rip turned to Gideon, “Come here, I missed you.” He pulled her into a proper hug, enjoying how she leaned against him. “Was it a long flight?”

“Long and tiring,” Gideon groaned against him.

Rip chuckled and rubbed circles into her back, “Sorry. But thank you for coming. At least the night is over.”

“Oh not yet,” Gideon said, “You owe me a dance, mister. Part of our agreement.”

“Gideon, there’s no more music.” Gideon gave him a reproachful look and Rip sighed, holding out his hand, “Alright then, I’ll lead?”

“You always do,” Gideon smiled as his hands came around her waist and she rested hers around his neck. “This is nice, we haven’t done this in ages.”

“Well that’s because one of us became a famous superstar,” Rip teased.

“Well the other one of us became a father and moved across the ocean!” Gideon shot back. As they turned around, she smiled softly, “Though, you really are a good dad.”

Rip turned to look, and saw Jonas and his friends talking and laughing. He smiled when he saw the blush on his son’s cheeks as Sara stood a little too close to him. “He’s a really good kid,” Rip said softly.

“Well he’s your son,” Gideon said. She started humming under her breath, like she always used to back in the day. She could never stay still or keep quiet, there was always a song to sing.

“Sing,” Rip said quietly, “You have a beautiful voice, Gideon. I want to hear it properly.” Gideon smiled and started singing, an old song but sweet and cheerful. Rip held her closer as he listened to the lyrics, “Does this mean you’re sticking around?”

“Yes,” Gideon said softly, “I think I will. That alright with you?”

“That would be great with me,” Rip smiled. He held her close as she started up again and they danced the last dance of the night as she sang:

“But I won’t hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I’m yours.”

#legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #jonas hunter #samantha arias #gideon #ripfic #incendia wrote something

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cozykincafe · 4 years ago

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hey is it okay to ask for a moodboard for a sara chidouin who's been flunking at school lately? maybe with general positivity/encouraging quotes, and comfort themes if that makes sense? i don't mind any color but something close to a peachy/orange tone is good. thanks if you can do this

•》 Complete! 《•

Just posted, Sara! I wish you luck with your schooling and I believe in you!

↳ Mod Cinnabun

#anonymous #cinna collection ; mod cinnabun #quest complete ; finished request #icon by ; us!#damien tw

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forgettingdanielle · 7 years ago

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Aesthetic asks, all of them.

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?-earlier today, cleaning my house. fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?-if I end up doing okay in life. I’m so afraid of failing. daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?-making myself become slightly more social. Although I am still working on this, I feel happier. 1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?-Probably when I used to hangout with my cousins all the time. Now we’ve all grown up and never see each other. Also tied with clearing things up with my oldest brother. matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?-maybe try to be less nervous about things. Just let things happen and go with the flow. black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?-I don’t think I necessarily have a bucket list. I have things I’d like to do someday. 1.) go to Ireland. 2.) go back to the ocean.3.) move to Washington/Oregon. Visiting there a few months ago was the most alive I’ve felt. pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.-Dark hair. Oftentimes like a sour patch kid. Makes me smile. Sometimes knows how to comfort me, other times knows when to leave me alone. Makes me laugh. Doesn’t understand how much I care about him. Messy but lovable. moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?-sometimes I did, sometimes I didn’t. Up until about 7 or so I think it was decent. stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?-I don’t normally cry in front of people. Keep it to myself, it’s much easier. plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.-I’d want someone who actually would enjoy it to the fullest, so maybe my good friend Larry? converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?-I probably wouldn’t open up completely but I’m more than willing to have a conversation. lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?- jeeeeeeeze, I don’t normally stay up that late. Lol it’s been over a year because it was with Larry I’m pretty sure, when he was still stationed in Cali I think. handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?-I would probably choose Justin and just to let him know I love him. cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?-I’ve always loved brown eyes. They always seem so deep and loving. sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.-“keep your face to the sun and you won’t see the shadow” basically, keep your head up and stay positive. oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?-fuck I don’t know. “Keep going”overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?- probably pay off my debt, buy a house and save the rest. Help out family and friends and try to help others as well. combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?-I feel as if I can be depending the situation. I give a lot of people second chances but if you fuck the second chance up too, that’s on you and I’m done. winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.-Hey. I know shits rough right now but you’ll come out of it. The girls that are bullying the fuck out of you right now are cowards who later on will want to be friends. Tell them to fuck off. Do your best in school and don’t worry so much. Your family life will not change much so try to get used to it earlier on. You will no longer be best friends with the boy you used to walk home with everyday and that’s okay. He’ll show his true colors and you won’t need that in your life. Don’t cry after hanging up that phone call. Don’t let it have that much power over you. Just be the best you that you can be and try to let the rest fall off your shoulders. It will be hard, I know. But you’re amazing and you will do fine. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?- I think I’m right in the middle. I don’t know. tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.-I love them. I have 9 tattoos and will be getting my 10th in another month or so. Express the fuck out of yourself. Do what makes you happy. piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?-I feel like I do. It makes me feel so much better about myself, its unreal. I’ve worn makeup almost every day since 7th grade and that’s kind of sad to think about. bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.-owl city-fireflies. No detail. messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.-be nicer. Lol that kind of sucks but it’s all I have. cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.-Sara Evans- first concert, went with my brother and Larry. It was awesome. -Scotty McCreery- he was so amazing. -Dierks Bentley, Jon Pardi, Cole Swindell- the best concert I’ve been to yet. The adrenaline was unreal and everybody was so happy and crazy. I loved it. grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?-I think my maternal grandmother, i would want an apology for how she treated me up until the point that I was old enough to walk away. space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?-i do have a desk at work, and i hate if it’s not organized. Everything needs to be in its place. white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?-Wipe off makeup, wash face, brush teeth, bathroom, make the bed how I want it, lay down, set alarm, lay in bed for hours until passing out. old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?-the full story of all the shit I’ve gone through that they vaguely know about. beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?-maybe a darker brown. I don’t really know. eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?-Probs our group of friends, Justin, Bre, Josh, Maycie and Sean. I don’t know where we’d go. Maybe the beach or something? 11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.-more money: so I’m not stressed the fuck out about bills and shit. -my family to understand: they don’t seem to fully understand how I feel about our situation and they don’t seem to care either. -more free time: I feel like I’m constantly doing something. I never have time to relax and do things I’m interested in. painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.-maybe the year I went as minion, I did it completely myself and looked cute as fuck. Lollightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?-I cried to a room of strangers about how shitty I felt about how my family was treating me. thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?-make someone feel bad. storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?-I would probably pick Justin. One song would suck. love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.- I have. It feels like pure bliss to me. Being completely happy doing even the littlest of things with someone you love. clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?-I have had really short hair and I hated it. Lolcoffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?-Peppermint mocha is my go to. And I don’t care who gets it as long as they get it. Lolmarble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?-to succeed. To make a happy life for myself and the people I love.

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ruined-rp · 5 years ago

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Hello Luna and welcome to New Orleans, the city of The Damned. Thank you so much for applying, you have been successful for the role of Elena Gilbert. Welcome to the family, but for now it’s time to get down to business…

Head on over to the New Member Checklist, careful not to go down any dark alleys, it’s not safe here.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Luna

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 22

Timezone/Country: EST/USA

Triggers: RFP

Activity Level: 8 I would count my activity level at a high 8 because I am currently on my summer break and classes do not begin for me until late August. Even though I know I would be able to continue my activity because I am not currently taking a job between classes this semester. I’ve been a rp’er for around +11 years now so I have a pretty good handle on how to balance RP and IRL.

How Did You Hear About Us: I was just searching through the TVD RP + TO RP tags and found an ad for this RPG. I really liked the layout and the combo of three big tv shows. I’ve never been in a RPG where it also featured TW RP and wanted to try it.

Anything Else?: I’m excited to start writing if I’m accepted!

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Desired Character: Elena Gilbert

Why This Character?: I chose to RP as Elena because I always admired her spunk and dedication to her family. I adored watching through the series, through the smiles and tears and frustrating character twists. She’s so human. So naive and young and unsure in a world where someone could kill her in a blink. She takes it head on for her friends, for her brother, and in the memory of the parents she lost. And even the changes she goes through, i.e. turning into a vampire, she learns to live with the best of it and work on the worst of it.

Any FC Changes?: Nope!

Ships/Anti-ships: Here’s the age old question: Stelena or Delena? I’d definitely say throughout the series I was 80% Stelena shipper. During certain points I began to find myself leaning towards Delena a bit more, but that was very much towards the end. Each ship had their ups and downs but I’ll always love that ‘epic love’ the two had. When it comes to a character that isn’t named Salvatore, Elena would definitely fall for the kindhearted do gooder. She wants and needs more light in her world so someone who can be a positive influence would definitely be the path she walks down.

Headcanons: W: There was a time that simply writing the letter W felt like it knocked the air out of Elena’s chest. W, w, w. ‘Say it,’ she’d force herself. ‘Wickery Bridge.’ A girl who lived and breathed every moment of her life in her journal was defeated by the letter W. It began a word that never meant anything more than a way in and out of town, but now was like a brand on her heart. There were pages of just the letter following the crash and funeral. W.. W.. Wick. No, scratched out. Slowly but surely, the word Wickery Bridge was written down. “My parents died on Wickery Bridge.” BREAKUP: Following the days Elena broke up with her high school sweetheart, Love Song by Sara Bareilles played on the radio nonstop. At first, it absolutely annoyed her. How upbeat it was while she was nothing but bummed out. Every station played it eventually, she couldn’t run and walking was getting annoying when she had to carry so much biology homework home. Eventually, she gave in one night on the way home from cheer practice and gave the song a listen. She thought about seeing her ex-sweetheart on the field catching passes while Caroline barked out orders in her peppy voice. After awhile she stopped changing it. Fingers slowly started tapping on the wheel, her head followed suit. Humming turned into full blown rocking out with her hair going everywhere and a huge smile on her face. One night her and Bonnie were dancing and singing in Elena’s car when she took the next line. “I’m not gonna write you to stay. If your heart is nowhere in it, I don’t want it for a minute!” Unfortunately, he and some friends were walking to their cars. Ouch. ICE CREAM: As little girls, Caroline coordinated the flavors the three of them would eat. Strawberry for Bonnie, Vanilla for Caroline, and Chocolate for Elena. The three would have Neapolitan ice cream for every single birthday from ages 5 to 15. Luckily, it was their favorites already but Caroline liked to take the credit for it. In secret though, Elena would get a mint chocolate chip. She never got it in front of the other girls, not even wanting the smallest little thing to disappoint Caroline and their familiar dynamic.

Please Provide At Least One: Moodboard & Playlist

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE:

How Does Your Character Feel About The Peace Treaty?: Elena is entirely for the treaty. Her life has been thrown upside down ever since she found out that those she loves most are Supernatural; Bonnie and Caroline, Witch and Vampire, respectively. If there are rules set in place, that she may or may not be very naive about, she believes it can help protect them. She also thinks it might help her friends in more ways than just protecting them. Perhaps it will help them with control and staying out of bad situations brought on by their new nature.

Slice of Life: ‘Dear Diary..’ Elena’s day must always start with a journal entry unless she’s overslept and is running late to classes at NOU. She always sits to the left of Bonnie with Caroline on the right in class, listening to what gossip Caroline has at the time trickle down to her. Pay attention, absorb information, hold back the occasional giggle as Bonnie makes a comment at their professors horrible toupee. Elena always makes sure to enjoy every laugh, breath, smile given and received. Life is difference once you’ve lost people, you appreciate it more. And she very much appreciates the mundane even more now that it’s less and less prevalent in her life. Following classes is a bit of relaxing in the grass on campus, either alone or with her two best friends as usual. Work comes at night in the form of a waitress at Rousseau’s, walking there with fellow employee Cami O’Connell. She helps keep the weird ones at bay while Elena gets her footing there. She tries with all her might to close her eyes and picture the Grill back in Mystic Falls but she knows there’s far worse here than just the regular drinkers back in Virginia.

What is Your Character’s Greatest Fear? How Does This Affect Your Character?: What’s a greatest fear that’s already come true? The life of Elena Gilbert. Fear never goes away– it grows, transforms. First it was her parents, extensions of her heart ripped away. That was a living nightmare. Once grieving packed up and left ( or does it? do we ever stop grieving or does it go away for awhile? ) she latched onto the last extension of her heart, Jeremy. She began to have nightmares of losing him as well, wishing more than nothing to crawl into bed and hold her little brother tight and never let go. Elena often wonders if this is what it’s like to be a parent, often seeing Jeremy as a mixture of her little brother and someone who she needs to protect and take care of as a parent would do. Thus, her new greatest fear is losing him. But just beneath the surface, just barely hiding, is a fear that is so buried it’s almost forgotten about. Almost. Elena fears losing herself along the way. Who will care for Jeremy? Who will take care of Caroline while she’s transitioning and adjusting? Who will bring Bonnie down to earth when she gets too carried away with spells? She anchors herself to who she is by holding onto those around her so tightly that she might be suffocating them as well.

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