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Can you please choke Seven pretty please 🥺

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Strangled Words

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Tags: choking, asphyxiation, servant/slave whump, physical abuse, fainting, restraints, alcohol, past sexual coercion mentioned.  Words: 2k

(This can be read as a stand-alone piece, but takes place during the University arc)

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“No— No wait— What’s wrong— I’m sorry!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Wes was back from the bars early tonight. Seven hadn’t expected it. Immediately when he heard the door slam, he knew something was very wrong.

Wes’ eyes were on him before he could hide, cornering him just past the main staircase.

Wes was taking his time spitting out whatever it was, leaning back against the bannister, arms crossed. The pose would read as casual to anyone who wasn’t Seven. 

“They told me everything tonight, you know,” Wes was rarely so deadpan—it put Seven even more on edge. “And you’re in trouble.”

Seven’s stomach dropped. Oh god, what had he done? He unconsciously stepped back, not sure where he was headed but satisfied with anywhere else at all, with the way Wes was looking at him right now. 

Wes stalked towards him, eyes burning. “I heard all about that little stunt you pulled last weekend.” 

“I don’t— I don’t know what you mean, sir—please I—“

Seven stumbled back, tripping on the edge of the coffee table and landing in a heap on the floor. 

“You’re gonna play dumb. Okay. You think I didn’t see proof? They showed me fucking pictures."

Pictures of what?? Seven was panicking more and more with every word that came out of Wes’ mouth.  Immediately, he tried to scramble back up. He did not want Wes to get him on the ground so easily. Seven had been there enough times to know he never lasted long after that. They weren’t exactly in the same weight-class. 

His mind was racing. He thought back to that last weekend. What little he could remember. God, which parties had happened last weekend? He remembered waking up in the upstairs ensuite bathtub wearing one pink fuzzy handcuff. He remembered a Sunday morning slice of room-temperature pepperoni pizza. He remembered cleaning Wes’ entire place by himself with a terrible skull-splitting hangover. He remembered leaning against the walls when the nausea got too bad. None of this seemed too out of the ordinary.

He rose on unsteady feet, the back of his knee seared from where it’d bashed into the table. He realized he was shaking. 

Wes stalked towards him with a dangerous expression, forcing Seven to shuffle back towards the paned glass wall. 

“You think you can just take whatever you want? Take what’s mine?” 

“No! No I didn’t— I- I wasn’t —“ 

Seven didn’t even know what he was being accused of. He hadn’t taken anything, he thought earnestly. He raked his mind through his memories, searching for what he might’ve taken, anything that might’ve angered him.

He just needed a moment. A moment to breathe. A moment to explain. 

“Please sir,” he pleaded, “Please you have to listen—“

Wes’ hand clapped him hard across the face. He let out a gasp of pain, the surprise in his voice rang high pitched and clear despite the fact that he should’ve expected it. Wes was clearly in no listening mood. 

“I don’t have to do shit you tell me to. Got that?” Wes reached for his belt. Seven flinched, hands raising protectively to his face.  

“On your fucking knees.”

Seven’s knees hit the floor before he processed the words. 

“Please, sir,—I-I can explain—” Why was he still talking? Seven was beyond desperate now, pleading that Wes would just wait a moment before doing whatever horrible thing he was about to do. 

Several horrible things flashed through Seven’s mind as he watched Wes tug the belt from its buckle and slide it out from his overpriced jeans. Would he whip him with it? He hoped it would be the leather side. It’d take so much longer to heal if Wes hit him with the buckle. He’d be useless for weeks. Or forced to work injured. More injured than usual. 

He was so focused on the belt that he forgot to fear Wes himself for a moment, and caught the hard sting of reality when Wes backhanded him on the other side of his face. 

Seven’s head snapped to the side. The force of it stole the breath from his lungs—a sharp exhale and a small, choked cry. 

“You should know where your fucking hands go.” 

The moment the room stopped slurring, Seven twisted his arms tightly behind his back. One hand gripping the other wrist, just to make sure. 

“Yes, sir,” he said, like a trapped, scared animal. 

Wes twisted the belt in his hands, shifting his weight and studying it, feeling it. 

Seven knelt, petrified. He had done what Wes had asked. He was being good. He just needed to explain. Whatever this was, he was sure it was a misunderstanding.

But he didn’t speak. He’d been hit enough times to know Wes didn’t want him to talk. 

Wes walked behind him. Seven knew better than to turn his head and try to look. But he heard—felt his footsteps. He always felt Wes’ footsteps. Like his ears were trained to perk up when Wes stalked down a hallway or paced a room. 

Or when they were approaching. Right now—his feet were approaching. 

Seven felt Wes’ hands around his wrists. He stared at the floor. He didn’t dare move his head. 

So that’s what the belt is for, some relieved part of him thought. The part that wanted this to be over. That wanted this to be easy. 

But it was never easy. It was never what he’d predicted either. 

He’d predicted the belt. What he felt was the cold bite of metal. Heard that chilling, unmistakable zipping sound as he felt the handcuffs cinch behind him.

Seven’s heart was pounding. Wes had made them tight. He knew better than to complain. Seven let his fingers tangle together, determined not to yank on the cuffs and cut off his own circulation. After all, he had no idea how long Wes was going to keep him like this. 

Seven kept still as Wes’ shoes came into view again. Clean. Expensive. Some brand Seven probably couldn’t even pronounce. 

He glanced up when he saw the belt again. Still twisting in Wes’ hands. 

“Oh you’re wondering what this is for, right?” Wes was snide, there was something darker to him, more hateful than his usual mocking tone and cheating grin. 

“Glad you asked. I’m finally going to get a confession out of you.”

“For—for what, sir?” Seven cursed the way his voice trembled. 

Faster than he could blink, Wes slapped him hard enough to make the last two feel like love taps. It was a perfect angle, right down from the cheekbone to the edge of his jaw. Bright white flashed across Seven’s vision and he cried out, its force toppling him over. With no arms to catch himself, he landed roughly on his shoulder. He cursed the marble floor. Apart from Wes himself, it had probably caused him the most bruises lately.

He blinked the flashing out of his eyes and shrank in on himself, panting, trying to recover from the past few hits before Wes inevitably made it worse. He felt them blooming atop one another—broken capillaries pulsating on his cheeks, bleeding together like melding colors of paint. If Wes could just stop hitting him in the same damn spots.

“For what,” Wes’ voice was bitter poison. “Are you fucking serious right now?”* He kicked Seven hard in the ribs before gripping his hair and yanking his head up. 

“The FUCK do you think??” Wes’ eyes were wide, his anger edged with something raw—frantic, almost. It wasn’t just his usual brand of assholery. There was something real beneath it this time, in his own Wes sort of way. Gone was the awful smirk, the smug amusement. He was actually pissed.

“This is why I have to take drastic measures with you, you know,” he spat. “Because you think you can just sneak around behind my back and play dumb and I won’t fucking notice anything?” 

Seven was silent— he was watching the belt in Wes’ hands. It was more than a prop now. Wes was stepping forward—belt unfurled. Seven tried to pull his head away, but without use of his arms, and stuck down on his knees, there was little he could do to stop Wes from grabbing him hard, from looping the belt around his throat and yanking it tight. 

“I’m gonna fucking skin you. You really are as stupid as you look.”

Seven didn’t move, didn’t breathe. His eyes locked onto Wes—wide, glassy, trembling—like a single blink might give him away. 

“Fine. Fuck you. I’ll spell it out.”

Wes leaned in, his voice slow and deliberate, like he was explaining basic math to a brick wall.

“Last weekend. The Spring Wreckers pregame. You. And. Brie.”

Seven’s eyes went wide. He remembered that night. Pieces of it. It wasn’t— it wasn’t his choice. Wes had to understand it wasn’t his choice.

“No—wait—sir please you don’t under—“ a tight cinch of the belt cut him off, leaving him choking on dead air, words lost, trapped in his throat. 

“You really thought you could get one up on me didn’t you,” Wes’ gaze burned into him, the stench of bourbon on his breath stung Seven’s eyes. 

“You thought you could be soo fucking sneaky. Take her to the back closet and have your little seven minutes in fucking heaven???”

Wes cinched it tighter. 

“No-noo!—” Seven’s voice was a sharp cry, but another tug shrank it to a hoarse, frantic whisper. “Please—p-please sir— It wasn’t—“ 

Seven choked on his own words as the leather dug in, tightening around his throat like a boa constrictor. 

“I—I didn’t—  – Please—“  Seven choked out with the last of his effort, before Wes yanked the belt even tighter and took Seven’s voice away completely—just like that. He was left mouthing uselessly, silent pleas dying in his throat.

Seven tried not to panic, but his vision was starting to darken at the corners—a hazy vignette gifted by his brain’s lack of oxygen. Seven tried to gasp, but his throat made nothing but pathetic choking sounds. 

Pressure. Pressure in his head. Air. He needed air. But most of all he needed blood. Without blood sending oxygen to his brain, he wouldn’t last much longer. He knew how this worked. That didn't make him panic any less, though. Didn't stop his thoughts from fizzling at the edges until they reduced completely to a single burning point, every fiber of it screaming for oxygen. 

Seven pleaded with his eyes—begged through the blur of tears for air, for release, for Wes to shut the fuck up and listen for once. It was an accident— they’d gotten him drunk—wasted—and Brie had yanked him in by the collar of his shirt that night—she’d dragged him into that closet. He hadn’t had any choice. 

He never did. Not when it came to Brie, or Wes, or anyone, it seemed. 

But of course Wes wasn’t having any of it. 

“Enough with the fucking excuses. You’re gonna confess to everything you did or I’m gonna choke you ‘til you pass out for real this time. And then I'm gonna do it again.” 

It was lost on Seven’s rapidly waning mind how he was meant to confess to anything while being choked half to death. 

That was the last thing he thought before he passed out. 

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Seven awoke to a sharp kick in the ribs. 

“Wake up.”

His eyes snapped open at the sudden pain. He gasped, trying to remember what had just happened. His head was pounding.

Wes tried again, and, dissatisfied when he got no response further than a faint groan, Seven felt that familiar yank, that tightening around his throat—he knew what to expect but he still hated it. 

That pain was still hammering away inside his skull. He begged in his mind that Wes wouldn’t make him get up. Not right now. Not yet. Please. 

But the yank came again, harder this time. He groaned until the belt tightened further and rendered him silent. Wes yanked him up by the neck, forcing Seven to follow until he was back in a kneeling position. 

Seven didn’t fight it. There was no point. It was obey or be choked out again. Obey and breathe.

His shoulders ached in their position, still locked back by the cuffs. One side burning from collapsing on the floor again. He felt numbness in his fingers. Deep rings would be forming around his wrists by now, he could feel it. 

How long had he been out? 

He decided he’d rather not think about it, and let his head fall forward, exhausted. 

Wrong move, apparently, because it granted him a tight fist in his hair and Wes yanking his head up to face him. 

“Now that you’ve had your beauty rest, let’s try this one more time. You’re gonna tell me everything. And then I’m going to teach you a lesson that will make you never want to touch her ever again.” 

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✩•.My cute little psycho.•✩

(yb Peter x (f) reader)

☆.。.：*・゜☆.。.：*・゜☆

Another Tuesday of me working at the local coffee shop. Could be better, could be worse, I always say. It keeps me going. My friend T/K keeps me company here. We've been friends for some time now and I can't imagine how my life would look like without him. He was the first one to take the first step. We eventually started to talk more and more, building great friendship between us as coworkers. It's good to have someone by your side when costumers can be quite rude. Somehow we always tries to make fun of it.

This day was pretty busy at the shop. High temperature from the sun shining outside made everyone sweat and me with T/K as well. Of course that almost no one ordered a hot coffee, that would be a suicide in this weather. Instead people wanted milkshakes, lemonades and cold stuff like that.

Mine and T/Ks part of the job was to take orders from costumers and deliver their products to them. The rest of the people working here were hidden at the back, making desserts, drinks and other stuff we sell. Lucky them, there was air conditioning in the back, so they didn't sweat there like we did. Sometimes T/K and I also went to the back to cool off, but today there was almost no time for that.

It gave us both a shock when we saw a guy walking into the store wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a black sleeveless hooded sweatshirt. I was terribly hot for him. I was almost unable to breathe from the heat in my light blouse and work apron. There was no way he could be cold! I exchanged glances with T/K and went to attend to the customers at the register while T/K went to serve the veiled man.

After a while he came back saying that the man had not yet chosen what he wanted. I shrugged it off and both of us went back to work. In two minutes he went again to try to ask what the guy would like. Just like before, no answer from him. So I offered to try to serve him myself.

As soon as I got to his table, he took off his hood and looked up. The fact that he was bald didn't scare me in any way, I calmly and smilingly asked if he knew what to order now. „Strawberry milkshake, please." he spoke quietly, maybe even shyly. „Right away, sir." I wrote his order down and left. T/K watched me with his mouth open as I returned with the order. „Ain't no way." He said with a look of annoyance. It made me chuckle. „Did you see that?! He said what he wanted to you without hesitation-" „Well I guess I am much more trustworthy and certainly nicer." I teased him playfully. „Yeah right, miss trustworthy." he rolled his eyes and kept doing what he was doing.

I made the decision that I would bring him the milkshake myself too. When he finished it, he paid and left me a tip before he left. It was my first tip of the week, which made me truly happy. But by the end of the day, I was still asking myself why he was wearing such warm clothes in this terribly hot weather.

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Another hot day at work, sweating like crazy and slightly getting pissed off by irritating people. Me and T/K were passing out from the everyday heat... Yet there was this guy in a sleeveless hoodie who seemed unbothered. As he sat down to his table like yesterday, I made a bet with T/K, that he's not gonna be able to serve him again. He accepted the bet, probably out of boredom, and went to the bald customer. Exactly as I expected, T/K returned defeated and without his order. "Watch and learn from the master," I said and confidently left.

„Good afternoon, sir. What will it be today?" I took out a pen with a paper to write on. „Good afternoon miss, I would love to order another strawberry milkshake." a warm smile appeared on his face while he was talking. „Alright sir, anything else?" I returned the warm smile. „Uhh... I.. um.. Well-" He looked stunned and started stuttering. I didn't want to make it worse for him, so I spoke to his embarrassment. „What if I get you your strawberry milkshake and when you finish it, you can decide whether to order anything else? " After a moment of silence and staring at me, he spoke again with a smile. „Ah yes, that would be wonderful."

Once I got back behind the counter to T/K, I set my hand. After a while he handed me five dollars without a single word and went on to work again defeated once again. 'easy money' I thought for myself.

Just like yesterday I gave the guy in the hoodie his milkshake and kept concentrating on my work. That wasn't easy though. There was this old aggressive man who purposely made troubles for his entertainment. I suspected he had dementia, but I think almost everyone around me has lately. He liked to drag his family to our cafe and apparently liked to show off in front of them. He thought that he probably owned the cafe and that he could afford almost anything.

„Hey! you- maid or whatever you are.. Milk!" I slowly turned to him with disbelief in my eyes. „Excuse me? Is there a problem, sir?" I asked diplomatically stepping forward to him. „Someone's deaf, huh? I. said. MILK." How arrogant I thought... But I'm about to keep my cool. „I see, okay sir. Now please tell me what you want me to do with the milk." „The fuck you mean? BRING IT, MORON!" his yelling made me jump and step back. T/K helped me out of the unpleasant situation by bringing a glass of milk. After that he pulled me to the side so I could calm down from the shouting. I hated to deal with him almost daily, but it's what I get paid for.

After a few minutes I felt good enough to work again. At that moment, the man wearing the sleeveless sweatshirt appeared at the register and handed over an empty milkshake glass. „Thank you very much for your services. The milkshakes you make here are lovely!" His words somehow made me happy and put a smile on my face. Blood began to rush to my cheeks, making my cheeks slightly red. „Anything else I can do for you?" I asked politely. „There is actually one thing, yes..." I strained my ears to hear his wish. „Y-your name.. May I know w-what your name is?" He scratched his neck at his question. His handsome smile didn't fade for a second as he was looking at me. I took his glass from his hand and answered. „It is Y/N L/N, mind telling me your name?" It seemed that he shivered a little, it took him about two seconds to answer, but he eventually did. „I'm Peter." „Well, I'm glad I could serve you Peter, again today! Will you visit us tomorrow too?" „Depends if you'll be here as well." „I'm here from Monday to Thursday." „Well, that answers my question. Oh and I almost forgot..." Suddenly he showed me a red rose. I have no idea where he kept the rose the whole time. „Here, Y/N... This is your todays tip." I accepted the flower with open lips. It was beautiful. „I love it, Peter! Thank you very much, this made my day!" If we weren't separated by a counter, I would have hugged him for sure. I had a reason to look forward to the next day.

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Thank god that todays Thursday is a bit cooler than the days before. Pleasant wind flew through my hair when I was heading to work. I was there first surprisingly, it doesn't happen very often. I put on my work apron and turned on the ice cream machine. And because I deserve it, I made myself latte that I of course paid for. I quickly wiped down the tables and eventually the rest of the staff arrived. I greeted T/K with an offer to make him coffee, but he refused, saying he was saving money for a new joystick or something like that.

The cafe was quiet today. Suspiciously calm. Then I realized that the old man didn't come today. I was relieved that I didn't have to deal with him today. I didn't even wonder where he was. I didn't care as long as he didn't make trouble around me or insult me.

This afternoon none other than Peter came in, the hooded man in the black sleeveless sweatshirt. As soon as he sat down at his table, I went to serve him. „Good afternoon, Peter, let me guess... Strawberry milkshake?" I smiled, caughing him off guard. Blush appeared on his cheeks as he stutterly spoke. „Ah, hello Y/N! H-how did you know?" „Well.. You had the same twice so I figured out you'd go for it again?" „Well, you are absolutely correct. I would love another strawberry milkshake!" and so I made one.

„Would you mind joining me?" He asked, pointing on the seat opposite to him. „Sorry..." a said „I'm still working, management wouldn't like it." „I can pay for whatever you'd choose." „That's kind of you, really.. Still I gotta say no." He looked so upset I pitted him. „But um.. Tomorrow's my day off. We could maybe..." that was the moment where his eyes almost popped out of his head. He looked like a child on Christmas day. „YES!" he unexpectedly yelled and drew attention on both of us. „UHM I'm mean.. I'm sorry heh.." looking embarrassed he apologized. „So.. tomorrow? Afternoon?" He agreed and started to drink his milkshake happily as soon as I brought it to him.

The only thing that startled me was T/K, piercing  me with his gaze. „What?" I asked confused. „What, you ask?! What was thaaat-" „What was what?" still not getting the point of his. „Are you seriously going out with this creep?" „Who are you calling a creep, huh? He's actually nice." I pouted at him. „Wow, I didn't know you are into guys that look like they are addicted to drugs or alcohol." „Hey, you can't say that when you don't know him!" 

I stood up for Peter. „And you do know him?" T/K argued back. „Well... I'm about to." T/K broke the silence between us. „Be careful, Y/N." „I will T/K, thanks for caring. Just remember, I'm adult too."

Meanwhile Peter drank his shake and went to the counter to pay. „There you go, pretty lady. See you tomorrow." Peter handed me the money and smirked. I took the money with a kind smile. I also noticed that T/K and Peter stared at each other almost deadly. Hmm, I wonder why, or not? „Whatcha staring at, man?" I couldn't believe my eyes that T/K was the one that said it. „You wanna know what I'm staring at? I'm staring on idiotic face, blocking my view." „Oh yeah? At least I have some hair, bald head." They roaster each other for like a whole minute that seemed like an hour. I was just standing there, watching like a female doe looking at two stags fighting with their antlers. I gotta admit it was quite funny to watch them till they involved nudging and physical signs of pushing. A few things fell of the table separating them, which made me act. I pushed them both away from each other, giving them warning glares. „I better go." Peter looked at me with apology in his eyes. „Yeah, sorry for T/Ks behavior." I replied, not meeting T/Ks eyes at any cost. „Then Peter turned and gave me a smile in the entrance door, walking round a corner.

„I'm disappointed, T/K." I said, picking up the fallen things off the ground. „Whatever... You'll thank me later." He scoffed, going to serve someone just to show he doesn't care about what happened. While picking up the things that fell I noticed a black lighter with a picture of a black and white colored heart. I thought for a moment... Wait up, PETER has the same heart on his dark blue T-shirt! He must've dropped it while trying to hurt T/K. I rushed out of the shop, running the way I saw Peter going a moment ago.

Peters pov:

That bastard makes me look stupid and dangerous to Y/N. Funny, he ain't wrong by saying I'm dangerous, but I would never hurt Y/N. And I wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. Or insult her, just like the old man on Wednesday did. Good thing I dealt with him, he's not going to say shit to anyone anymore, including my darling, again.

I went to an alley between some shops a few meters from the cafe. That jerk was getting on my nerves, always hanging around my Y/N... And so I pulled out a cigarette to calm myself down. But- oh shit.. I can't find my lighter. Then, an angel appeared in front of me.

Y/Ns pov:

„Peter! There you are..." I gasped for air, happy that he didn't go far. „Y-you forgot your lighter, um.. There you go." I handed it to him and watched his shocked face. „Wow- you chased me just to give me my lighter back?" „Yeah, I guess so." a tiny moment of silence appeared, however it wasn't feeling awkward at all. „Thank you Y/N." Peter smiled at me and lighted up his cigarette. „Oh." I said slightly socked, „hm? what?" „N-nothing! I just.. didn't know you smoke, that's all." I didn't want it to sound like I was being disgusted. „Oh- sorry." Surprisingly he put out his cigarette right away. „You didn't have to do that! I mean, we all deal with our problems somehow, one way or another." His eyes widened and I kept on talking. „I don't care what T/K says about you... I will make my own opinion on you and I'm looking forward to it."

Peters pov:

I couldn't believe my eyes... Y/N was so perfect. They are willing to get to know me. They are so kind. They are so precious and pretty and... Oh god. I'm mumbling to myself again. „Ehm- thank you, darling." „Darling? Well, that's new." Crap- I called them 'darling'- I mean, they are, but- Shitshitshitshitshit-!.. „I like that nickname." they said right after. Wow. Did I mention I fucking love them?! CAUSE I DO!-

„I gotta go, I still have stuff to clean and people to serve. See you tomorrow, Peter!" That was the last sentence they said to me today.

Fuck I'm obsessed.

[layniapetrovnaaa]

Rick Sanchez x Reader

I really want to make this a series but we all know how I do with those so for now it will remain a single fic sadly. also I need to stop making edits when I’m high cause I’m making inconsistencies lmaooo lemme just sit on my hands fr

Warnings: muchhh older man/younger woman, language, drugs, alcohol, underage substance abuse, flirting? Idk if I missed any lmk

Word count: 2.2k

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It had been a warm fall day when the sun was shining earlier. The kind of day that makes you dread the start of school and appreciate the beauty of summer transforming into autumn. Only a few short hours later, as the sun was already starting to set much sooner, the stars had come out and the warm day turned into a brisk night. The cool and zipping breeze was just a little too much for your bare arms and legs as you cruised casually down the bumpy street on your bike. Headphones in, off in outer space, the street lights flashing over your head along with the beat. It lulls you further into your daydreams and anxieties until you reach your destination: Summer Smith's end-of-summer house party. Should be a blast. You couldn't say the party scene wasn't your thing– cause it definitely is– but you weren't one to go dancing on tables and taking your top off (at least not at this sorta thing). Parties like these were for you to sell and do free drugs, maybe occasionally getting some head. The latter had not been the case lately and for the past month you had been celibate, a bit unlike you. Not one to give up the cookie too easily, you liked to have your partner work for it. Rather nothing than let some dumb teenage boy try to have his way with you.

You fix your hair up a little from the wind and take out your headphones after you dismount the red bicycle and hide it as best you can in the bushes on the side of the house. You would have heard the music bumping two doors down had you not been in the moment with your own playlist. To your pleasant surprise, the music booming from the house wasn't terrible. It gave you a little hope this party wouldn't be as shitty as you thought. If the music's good it's difficult for you to have a bad time. Mix it with a lot of vodka, a lot of weed, and something to snort– that's a party.

The front door is already open when you make your way over so you head to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink.

You hear someone call your name and turn to see Morty pushing his way over to you.

“H-hey! How’s uhh how’s it goin?” he finally gets out and smiles sincerely at you. It was no secret that Morty had a small crush on you, but it was also no secret that he felt that way about all of Summer's friends, so it didn't phase you.

“Heyyy. What's up, Morty?” you lazily smile back, your muscles relaxed from the weed. You had eaten a few edibles earlier in the night and they hadn't started to kick in until you were riding over.

“O-oh, you know, j-just tryna enjoy the party…I guess.” he chuckles nervously and rubs his neck.

“Whattt? You're not having fun?”

“What?! NO– I mean yeah of course I'm having fun, I just, I don't know. Parties make me nervous sometimes I guess.” He chuckles awkwardly again.

“Go smoke a joint and feel better, man.” you pat his shoulder and walk away. Normally you liked chatting with Morty but he was kinda bummin you out and you just got there. Maybe later he could cry on your shoulder. You did feel a little bad brushing him off like that but the kid needed to learn to live a little.

After two drinks you decide it's time to roll up and while you are, someone offers you a line, which you gladly take.

“You wanna do some real shit?” Summer leans in and whispers to you, and you can't help but return the shit-eating grin she has on her face.

She leads you to the garage and the thumping music softens only to be replaced by the sound of summer rummaging through cabinets and storage bins and a victorious “AH-HA” once she finds whatever it is she's looking for. She holds the two radiant fuchsia crystals up to you and you give her a suspicious look. Your brow not falling until she proclaims with a smirk.

“Alien drugs, bitch. It's called k-lax and it's gonna rock your world.”

“At least I hope it does.” She adds dubiously and begins turning the crystals into powder.

“How did you even get alien drugs anyways?” you ask as she starts forming two lines of the brightly colored powder. Your eyes scan the garage and notice it's filled with what looks like more alien stuff and different gadgets. Maybe that was a dumb question.

“My grampas like-” she does her line and sniffs a little. “-like a biggg space nerd or whatever with crazyyy substance issues.”

You nod and switch spots with her, your turn, and damn did that shit burn. This better be worth it, you rub your nose a few times.

You had seen Summers' grandpa a few times when you were back in school. He'd come to pick them up multiple times in the very way he was currently entering the room. Crazy things had happened in the last few years, you'd quickly made your piece with otherworldly shit long ago, a green blob was nothing. That's not to say when it did just loudly and brightly appear behind you that you weren't a little startled.

“Oh shit.” Summer states flatly as a result of her drunkenness.

“Is that my fuckin k-lax, Summer?!” he roars, both feet not even past the green. You feel your body start to get tingly and you're almost certain it's the crystal at work. The portal that let in the old man begins to swirl around him, seeming to permeate the air and turn into a fog. The high was taking over and everything else became void. You reach out to touch the gas and as you do it starts to change color. The two others in the room were forgotten. An argument (if you could call it that) is raging next to you and poor summer is barely hanging on. Her high ruined by that spikey-haired asshole. Fuuuck I need to paint this briefly flashed in your brain but the sensation was too overwhelming. Each spot you touched was a new color and each color felt different.

The tingling sensation had heightened and felt like a nicotine buzz on steroids. To be quite frank it was close to orgasmic. But the colorsss. Did they each smell different? Taste different? You had to know. You had to be in it. You could somehow feel your soul in those colors. So incredibly lost in the way they twisted and turned and blended into each other. The fog was almost more smokey now. You take a deep breath in and it smells almost sweet but earthy, not floral. It's an odd mix, completely unfamiliar but not unlikeable. You feel the tingles start to leave with your breath as you exhale. Rapidly declining with each breath you take. The smoke– or fog disappearing with it.

“God, I neeed to do that again.” you slowly turn to look at summer. Your head, eyes, arms, and backpack all felt so heavy.

“It’s Rick, actually, and that’ll be at leeeast 50 flurbos.”

Were you still high? You blink a few times and look up at your friend's grandpa.

The old man eyes you up and down, lingering around your chest. Normally, you would have some quick-witted response to his somewhat pervy gaze and dick-ish response but the combination of substances was mixing just as you had planned. Everything had become deliciously fuzzy. “Shut up!” you blurt out. It seemed that a glance and your dimwitted response were all he needed.

“Get this bitch out of my garage. Now, Summer!” He growls the last part and goes over to the workbench, plopping himself down on the chair and swiping a finger over the crystal residue. His eyes close and he hums quietly when he brings the finger to his tongue. “Good shit.” He says under his breath but quickly after swiveling the chair around to look at Summer.

“You OWE me.” he shoots and swivels back, immediately tinkering with something on the desk.

You finally stop staring at the older man (which you didn't even realize you were doing) and turn to Summer silently asking if you two were going to listen to him. She groans loudly and starts to exit the garage back into the teen-infested kitchen. Taking one last look back into the garage, you follow her and slam the door behind you– which you really didn't mean to do– but you also couldn't be paid to care.

Your night carries on. You take a few more shots, hit your pen a few times, and soon enough your body is taking control and letting your brain take the back seat. You danced around a little, drank some more, and made out with a black-haired beauty. Before you knew it you had crashed and fell asleep on the small and kind of uncomfortable patio furniture outside.

When you awoke it was with a chill, the temperatures had dropped to the low 50s that night and all you had on was a hoodie you stole from summer's room. The cold was not what had woken you up, however, and it was the second time you had been started by the green portal. You sit up, keeping an eye on the portal and the man who is now coming through it while also feeling around the bench for your pack of cigarettes and your lighter. His eyes set on you.

“Are you the bitch that stole my k-lax with Summer last night?” You perk up and focus your attention on just the old man who is now right in front of you, partially only because you had already found the cigarettes.

“Yeah and stop calling me a bitch.”

“Well, when you're worthy of another title I'll change it.”

You roll your eyes and ignore him, telling him your name and he gives his back.

“I thought it was god?” you say in a mock tone, still searching for your lighter.

"Surprised you can even remember that."

He fishes in his pocket and pulls one out for you as he sits next to you on the bench, sliding his thumb over the spark wheel to ignite the flame and holding it to the end of your cig. Mumbling a thank you, you offer him one and he takes it and lights it. The bit of tension that you felt between the two of you had dissipated, at least on your end. I mean you were the one with the real transgression, but something tells you that the scientist wouldn't have accepted the smoke if he was that upset with you and/or his granddaughter. You can feel him watching you as you both take a drag and you want to turn to him and ask what about you is so fascinating to him but you don't. You keep staring straight ahead and it's silent and awkward for a minute but then he speaks up.

“How old are you?” he flicks the butt of the cig to make the ashes fall, sniffles a little, and looks back at you. You take another drag before doing the same.

“I’m 19. My birthday was last week.”

You see something in his eyes change as you turn to look at him and say your age. It's almost an icky feeling but more so it makes you curious and so of course you quickly turn away to look back at the grass.

“The fuck you doin' at a high school party then? Shouldn't you be in college?”

“It’s still summer.” You defend.

“Fair enough.” He takes a drag.

“I but I dunno. I started late I guess? I just graduated this past June.” You shrug. “These kinda things aren't really my usual gig I’ll admit that but these kids are dumb and will buy pot for way too much money.” You take a final hit from the cigarette and drop it on the pavement, squishing it under your sneaker.

“These kids? You just graduated.” He deadpans and you can't help but chuckle a little, understanding how that probably does sound kind of ridiculous coming from your mouth.

“I just mean I come to these things to stay caught up, maybe distract myself a little but mostly to take advantage of rich kids.”

“Sounds kinda shady.” He burps and pulls a flask from his jacket pocket, taking a sip, but keeping the metal container in his hand he starts again. “I mean no judgment, I do the same thing just, you know, higher scale.” He offers you the flask and you take it.

“Well shit, I'd love to go with you sometime.” you take a sip from the flask and you weren't entirely sure what you were expecting but it wasn't that. You cough and sputter and try to regain some composure so as to not make a fool of yourself but it seems it's too late.

“Oh my god, what was that?! Everclear?!” you continue to wheeze and Rick looks too amused. You start to finally get yourself together and he stands.

“Maybe don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetcheeks.” Your ears perk up at the new nickname.

“What happened to bitch?” you smirk.

“I can easily change it back, don't get used to it.”

He walks towards the sliding doors and pulls it open, heading inside and leaving you out there again. Alone.

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #4 Cloud x Reader

Chocobo farm

"Cloud, can I open my eyes now?"

"Not yet."

"Please?"

"I said, not yet."

You blew out a long, pouty exhale as Cloud led you down what you thought was a path. He'd told you to cover your eyes so you didn't spoil the surprise, but you were SO curious, it was everything you could do to keep from opening your eyes then and there. "Watch your step," He warned, guiding you by the shoulders as you almost tripped over a particularly large rock. It was then when you realized that he was leading you somewhere into the countryside--Midgar streets were paved and clean, none had stray rocks just lying around. "Where are we going?" You asked again, impatiently. You heard Cloud sigh. "I can't tell you, remember? It's a surprise." He continued leading you down the road for a few moments, the only sounds either of you heard were your own footsteps. After a while, Cloud stopped walking. He grabbed your arms to signal you to stop as well. "Can I open my eyes NOW?" Cloud exhaled softly beside you. "Not yet. Wait here." Judging by the sounds of metal clinking and leather scraping along the ground, Cloud was walking away. You huffed, your eyes still closed, and wrapped your arms around yourself. Several minutes passed with you just standing out on the road, alone. You began to wonder if this was a joke. Several more minutes passed before Cloud returned, his arrival announced by the sound of metal jingling as he walked. "This way." He said, taking your arm and leading you down another path. After a few more minutes of walking, you reached your destination. A series of loud chirps filled your ears, as did the sounds of many pairs of feet stomping around. Cloud took your hand and guided it to something in front of you; you soon felt the soft touch of fluffy feathers under your fingers. "Surprise." Cloud said, a hint of quiet laughter in his voice. You opened your eyes in amazement, only to find the cutest, fluffiest, fattest chocobo you'd ever seen standing before you, chirping happily as you petted it's head. "What do ya think?" Cloud asked, arms akimbo. You turned to him and flung your arms around his shoulders. "Ahhhh, they're so cuuuuuteeee!" You squealed, strangling him with a hug. "Thank you so much!" Cloud nodded, then reached out to give the fat chocobo a few headpats. "They are cute, aren't they?" You nodded excitedly, watching as the chocobo shook it's head happily, similar to the way a dog wagged its tail. "They're adorable!" You peered past the fat chocobo to see several baby chococbos running around, chirping at each other. "Aww, look at the babies!" You cooed, grabbing Cloud by the hand and dragging him along the fence to see the little balls of fluff run around each other. A few minutes later, the mother chocobo came out, fluffy golden feathers shining in the sunlight. She turned to peck lovingly at her babies, then herded them back inside their pen. As she turned around, you pointed at the animal's posterior. "Look, it's just like your hair!" You joked. Cloud scoffed, shook his head, but said nothing. The two of you admired the chocobos for a while, soon losing track of time because of their cuteness. Eventually, the sun began to set, something Cloud noticed. "It's getting late." He remarked, nodding. "We should head back." "Yeah," You agreed, ruffling the feathers on the fat chocobo's head one last time. "Thank you for bringing me here. I had so much fun!" Cloud nodded, "You're welcome. I'll...uhh...bring you again sometime." You grinned, then reached up and ruffled his hair the way you did with the chocobo. "I'd like that, Chocobo-head." With a scoff and a deep (poorly hidden) blush, Cloud took your hand in his and walked you down the path.

[applesapp]

picnic date.! hanjisungxreader

Part two! The first part is above^^^ :)

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Y/N wakes up around 9:00 am the next morning, as she had no work in the morning. Her curtains were slightly open and a small beam of sunlight peers through the crack onto her face, waking her up. She stretches with a big yawn and her arms above her head and pointing her feet as far as they can go. Y/N rolls over to her side facing her bedside table. She picks up her phone and starts checking notifications. She sees one from Jisung. Y/N’s face lights up with joy from remembering the sweet boy she had met. The message reads…

“Hey! I’m not sure if you’re still sleeping yet but, wanna hang out again soon? You seem like a really cool person and I want to get to know you better :)” Sent 7:39am

Y/N jitters in excitement. She’s so happy he’s also interested in her, though she doesn't know if it's the same way or not. She’s not too sure herself if that’s how she feels about him either. She only met him the day before, but she wants to know where this will lead. 

“Hi! Yeah uhh, I just woke up haha. I don’t work on the weekends bc the store isn’t open. We can totally hangout! When are you available?” She replies back to him.

Waiting for a response, Y/N pulls herself out of her bed and heads into her tiny kitchen. She pulls out the bread from her pantry and takes out two slices and puts them into the toaster. She gives the toaster a couple hits to get it to start working. Her parents gave it to her when she moved out. She then makes her way over to her coffee machine and pops in a coffee capsule and starts her coffee. Y/N leans up against the counter, waking herself up. She gets startled by the pop of the toast coming out of the toaster. She grabs a clean plate out of the dishwasher and puts the toast onto the plate. She grabs butter out of the fridge and starts spreading it around the freshly toasted bread. She then grabs her coffee cup from the machine, puts some creamer into it and heads onto the couch to eat breakfast. As soon as she sits down, Jisung sends her a text back.

“Ahah no problem, I have to go to rehearsal today at 11 and it ends 30 min later, it’s not a super important one so it’s short. I can do anything after that though!”

“Oh cool! I’m down to hangout then, what do you want to do?”

“Uhhhhhhhh, we can go to the park downtown if you’d like?”

“Oh sure! That sounds fun, see you at 12.?”

“Yea that works! See you then :)”

Y/N gets butterflies in her stomach. She barely even knows him but wants to spend all her time with him already.

Soon enough, 11:00 rolls around. She gets up off the couch and puts her dirty dishes away. She heads to the bathroom and starts the shower. Y/N takes a long shower, making sure she is ready to meet him. She gets out and starts to dry her beautiful (Y/H). After she blows out her hair, she applies a little bit of makeup, not a lot, he wants a light coverage, only to accentuate her features. Y/N goes into her bedroom and chooses an outfit, she wants to look as flattering as possible.

She chooses a white, knee length, flowy summer dress with lavender colored flowers on it. She pairs it with a pair of sunglasses on her head, a simple gold necklace with matching earrings. She’s also wearing matching bracelets and anklets. Her anklets go perfectly with her tan sandals. She just got both sets of nails done for summer, and wants to show off what a beautiful job the nail tech did. She sprays on expensive perfume and grabs her bag. The clock reads 11:45. She shoots Jisung a quick text.

“I’m leaving my apartment now, see you soon!” 

Y/N grabs her keys and heads out the door, making sure to lock it behind her. She walks down the busy street of San Francisco enjoying the sun shining down on her. She finally makes it over to the park at 11:57. She looks at her phone to see a text from Jisung.

“Hey I’m here, I’m sitting at a bench at the left of the huge fountain.”

Y/N gets a huge smile on her face and texts back.

“Coming!!”

She hustles over there and looks around for him. She finally lays her eyes on him. His legs are crossed and his left elbow is on his leg with his hand holding his head up. His hair falls over his eyes, but she knows it’s him just by his stature. She runs over to him.

“Hi Jisung!” She says looking down to him waving.

He looks up from his phone confused, but once he realizes it’s her, he smiles and stands up.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asks.

“I’m good, you?”

“I’m great! It’s really nice to see you again I uh- you look really great.” He says with a smile and faint blushing that Y/N notices.

“Hehe, thank you! You look great too.”

“Heh.. wanna walk around the park for a little bit?” He asks 

Y/N agrees and they start taking the path around. It’s a little awkward at first but Jisung speaks up

“Soo.. what did you have for breakfast haha”

“I had coffee and some toast with butter as usual, nothing special, you?”

“I had tea and a protein bar, not super exciting, but I did wake up late to get ready so I didn’t have much time to make food.”

They giggle and continue walking. As they walk they talk about random memories and funny stories they have that they think would entertain each other. They find a seat under a large tree creating shade. They continue talking and laughing. Before they know it, they both start getting hungry. Y/N looks at her phone for the time

“Oh boy, it’s 2:00 already! Ughh I’m kinda hungry too..”

“Me too! Want to go get something to eat?” Jisung asks politely. 

“I’d love to! I just.. I really don’t have the money for that.”

“Huh? That’s okay! I can pay for you!”

“What? No Jisung that’s too much really, I don’t need you to do that.”

“No really it’s okay! It’s my treat to you for spending time with me!’

Y/N reluctantly agrees and they head to a sandwich shop down the road from the park. Suddenly, Jisung stops and kneels to the ground. He stands back up with a flower in his hand.

“Y/N look! I found a flower that looks just like the ones on your dress, see?”

She turns around and puts her hand on her chest. She blushes and giggles.

“Oh yea! You’re right!” 

“Here-”

He walks over to Y/N and brushes her hair behind one of her ears and puts the flower behind it.

“It fits your outfit perfectly! I’m so good at this kinda stuff obviously!” He laughs and puts his hands on his hips proudly.

Y/N is shocked and amused. She is really falling for this boy. She looks into his glistening brown eyes and smiles.

“It really does, thank you.” She gives him a sweet smile and he gives her one back. They both start walking towards the sandwich shop again.

Y/N POV: 

Oh my gosh.. He’s so sweet! He makes me feel so special! Ugh I just can’t wait to get to know him better..

They make it to the entrance of the sandwich shop and walk in. 

[hanemiyaas]

Simple Love

a/n: okay ive also decided ill probably make the reader become like the karasunos guys team manager alongside kiyoko.. idk tho well see, ive kinda like dabbled with the idea

chapter summary: starting your second year of high school, you make your way to the boys practice to catch up with your friends

w/c: 724

warnings: swearing

CH 2

After a long boring day of school you decided to finally head on over to the gym where the boys were practicing volleyball, since your second year started you hadnt gone to see them yet, tho its only been two weeks. Other students were walking through the halls, going to their extra curriculars or leaving to go home. Its been nice all day, not too cold or hot, the sun shining down through the windows, it felt good on your skin. Warm. You felt at peace watching the blossoms fall from the trees, lost in thought you didnt notice sound of footsteps nearing closer. However, you did feel it when you hit the ground. Some little dude with bright orange hair was on the floor next to you. "Oh my god im so sorry! Are you okay?" nodding your head you sat up, letting out a breathy laugh "yeah im good dont worry". He got up quickly, reaching a hand out to help you up, face bright red. He must feel embarrassed. "Are you sure youre alright? I was in such a hurry I didnt see you at all once i came around the corner" he was looking down at his feet so he missed the smile you gave him, "trust me im fine, i dont wanna hold you up tho so please go ahead". He shook his head and ran off towards the gym, now that youre thinking about it, he was wearing gym clothes. Maybe hes on the volleyball team? He looked pretty familiar too but youre sure you havent seen him around school.

Sliding the door open and stepping inside the gym you looked around. "Hey heyy, where you been?" one of the second years on the team called out to you, slowly making your way over, trying to find everyones faces. Daichi and Suga were doing drills with the other second and first years. You gave out a small laugh as you stood beside Tanaka "yeaa sorry ive been busy trying to sort out all my classes and whatever else, havent had the time to stop by yet" a hard slap against your back and a booming laugh right in your ear, he leaned over wrapping an arm around your shoulder "Suure. So you gonna sign up to be our manager this year?"

"uhh-"

"Come oonn, im sure kiyoko wouldnt mind having some help"

"mm i dont know, being a manager for you guys doesnt sound all that fun"

"Pfff well then, guess somebody should stop coming round and spying on our practice"

Your hands flew to your face as you dramatically gasped, "me? a spy? never.." his hand poking at your sides while he teased you, "Now i know youre lying, im sure you relay everything you see to your freaky little aoba johsai friends". You let out a laugh "as if theyd need me to tell them how to beat you" he looked at you with a big fake pout on his face, which had you laughing so hard your eyes began to tear up. After some more back and forth banter between you two, you saw that short ginger guy from earlier and pointed him out to Tanaka "do you know what school that first year over there went to?"

"Yeah he went to yukigaoka, you know him?"

"oh no, i had bumped into him on my way over here"

"ahh. yeah remember that match we went to see last year, he was up against kitagawa first. His names Hinata"

"ohh yeah, i guess thats why i recognized him"

you watched Hinata play for a bit while chatting with Tanaka, you were so deep in conversation you didnt notice who else was in the gym with you guys. Till a familiar voice snapped you out of your conversation.

"Dumbass, youre supposed to hit the ball, not let it fall to the floor."

"Okay okay im sorryy"

"Youre never gonna be the ace if you keep this shit up"

You paused then brought your attention to the guy berating hinata "oh my god", tanaka turned to face you, a look on his face that says 'huh'. You couldn't believe that you were seeing kageyama standing on the other side of the gym, feeling surprised and a bit confused, you thought about going over there to talk to him.

ch 1 // ch 3

[zstargalaxy]

May I put in a request for a primarina mc? And to add on they also carry some pictures of how they use to look like when they where younger (there pre evos)

Of course! I even have the idea of all of them having a beach day together!!

TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON

{MEMORIES BY THE BEACH} TWST x Primarina MC

The sun was shining, warm to the touch, and just right for a beach day!

You had decided to bring all your friends for a day at the beach to relax from the week you all had and also for you to be in a beach once again. Of course, your friends came and oblige the invitation to relax, who are consisted of the five members of Heartslabyul, the Savannaclaw trio, the Scarabia Duo,the Pomeifiore trio and you made sure to atleast invited your Diasomnia friends aswell! (Much to Malleus joy at being invited).

And of course, you made sure to invite your three dorm mates aswell! The Octivinelle Trio!

Despite you being a girl and have no "magic", the Dark Mirror had some how assorted you on to the dorm of the sea witch, where you had discovered why, for you are a Primarina, a dual water type and a fairy type.

The trio instantly weirded you out upon arriving at the destination of the dorm.

The Tweels, as you would call them, are always behind your back or everywhere you go in NRC.

Jade is atleast tolerable but he's smile, hidden intentions and...everthing gives you the creeps.

Floyd...oh boy....he's more expressive than he's twin when it comes to what he wants. He would always take you by suprise and tries to sneak a "squeeze" for you when you didnt expect but it would always end up with a water gun and slap on the face.

And Azul definently give Mafia Boss vibes yet....you cant help but felt like there is something else that is behind that "perfect" facade of his.

Your instincts were proven right when Chapter 3 happened but thats a story for another time!

For now, its time for a beach day!!

"You cant catch me!"

You giggled when you saw Jack chasing around the young prince of the Afterglow Savanah, Cheka, who had been put under Leona's care for today as per request by he's brother and sister-in-law, unfortunately.

Atleast for the 2nd prince.

And for some folks.

But the sight that everyone is atleast enjoying is enough for You and that is that.

The sight really brings you back where you used to play around with your big sister in Melemele Island as you practice and trying to make big bubbles when you were still a young Popplio.

"THIS. IS. AMAZING!!"

A giggle escaped your mouth as Rotom zip and zapped all round in a speed of light to collect any information that it might not have yet about this world that the two of you are in.

It's a shame that Ortho and Idia cant come but hey, she understands that Ortho has to keep Idia company at he's lonely room.

Yet many any things truly are unseen and amazing here in Twisted Wonderland so you understand your Rotom's excitement.

"This beach is so beautiful!" Rotom commented "Almost like the beach back at home" a nod was what it received from the Primarina in agreement at the feeling of familiarity at the scenery.

"Your home?

The young Primarina look to see Cheka, still wearing he's floaty, eyeing her with those big doe curious eyes of he's that would immediately give her an heart attack at he's cuteness.

Holding back a squeal, You nodded to the young Prince "Yep. I used to live uhh..." taking a small pause to think carefully "somewhere far that is tropical so I kinda see beaches alot when I was around your age".

"Really!?" Cheka exclaim rather loudly.

"Yeah" You smiled, reminiscing all those moments back at Alola.

"No suprise"

Both you turn to see your Dorm mates and Jack agreeing with the others listening to your little conversation, curious about what is your home like.

"You almost out bested me and Jade! Little Siren here is nothing but suprises!" Floyd suddenly hugs you from behind, making you jump from the sudden action "Thats what makes you really Fun to be with~! Hehehehehe"

"Well her Dad did have a Sharpedo" many heads turn to Rotom at that mention "She would always race it everwhere in the waters".

To emphasize it's point, Rotom showed the boys of a picture consisting of a young you, still a young Poplio, in the waters with the said shark pokemon next to you on a race.

"Oh yeah" the memory really brings you back "Sharpedo was a real champion at racing in the waters. I always remember my Mom scolding me and Sharpedo for scaring some locals and pokemon during our little races"

"Amazing!" Cheka eyed the shark in amazement. It looks so cool!

Though the picture and shark was intriguing....

The one that caught the boys the most was yourself and your looks.

"Huh?" Ace deappanned "Thats you?"

"Ara" Floyd took a closer look at the picture "You look like a clown!"

"O-Oi! I was still a Poplio back than!" You huffed at their rude reactions at how you look like back than.

"A what?" Leona raised a brow at that weird word.

"A Poplio" you drawn out as Rotom takes the lead of showing them of what a Poplio is.

"Poplio, the Sea Lion Pokemon, a water type" th3 screen than showed a picture of a blue sea lion that has large eyes, a long, white snout with black whiskers, and a round, pink nose. There is a small, rounded earflap on each side of its head. Around its neck is a light blue ruff, which extends past its shoulders. It has four flippers. The front flippers are larger than the hind and have white markings separating its toes.

"Popplio is able to snort bubbles of water from its nose, which it uses as part of its battle strategy. On land, it uses the elasticity of its bubbles to perform acrobatic stunts and jumps. It practices daily with increasingly larger water bubbles. It can swim at 25 mph (40 km/h)"

"Aw so cute!" Kalim was acting just like Cheka, looking with stars in he's eyes "Did you do tricks back then than? Did you!?" Jamil had to hold him back from being too close at your face.

" Uh yeah" You answered nonetheless from the embarrassment "I even sing a few times"

That last statement that you had said made sense since elmost everyone in the group had heard you sing a few times in NRC, or even everywhere.

"As expected" Vil stated "A voice like yours must be train from how high your vocals had reach from the last time I heard you sing"

"Oui Roi Du Poison!" Rook exclaim merrily with a smile adorning he's face "Your voice compliments your looks, like a siren singing out her songs out in the open sea as her appearance enchants the sea around her".

Typical Rook Hunt.

"Of course!" Grim shouted rather proudly with one of your malasadas in hand "My henchmen is the best!"

"If ya want, I can show you one of her shows!" Rotom said to the Pomeifiore Head and Vice prefects.

"Wait what?" It was already too late as your companion loaded up the video of you singing on a beach port with people surrounding your performance with not just chears and compliments, but also your colorful ballons that you had summonsince this was the time where you were a Brionne.

During that time was your brother's surfing competition and your family decided to do some small tricks to entertain the guests before the tournament.

Sometimes, you had to amid that you do sometimes miss your brother's awful jokes...

How you had miss him...

How you miss your family...

"Wow!" Cheka and Kalim simultaneously watched the performance star struck at how good you were as the rest, especielly Vil, Rook and Azul, watch on aswell with interests.

"Now that looks alot like you" Ruggie commented when he took a closer look at your Brionne form in the video.

"Thats because I was a Brionne, my middle or second/first evolution" Replied the Primarina.

"A Brionne?" Jack questioned as Rotom does it's thing once more.

"Brionne, the Popstar Pokemon, a water type and the evolve form of Poplio" the picture shown on Rotom's screen consists of another seal but more light blue and with three ruffle-like growths around its body. The first ruffle is just under its front flippers, while the last is shortly before the tail. The ruffles alternate between white and pale blue. Its long ears are made up of three segments that lighten and increase in size towards the tip; the first segment is ovoid, while the latter two are spherical. It has a long, conical snout with a white tip, a spherical pink nose, and large dark eyes with pinkish pupils. Its front flippers are much longer than its tail flippers, although both have white tips. There are three digits on the front flippers.

"Brionne is a skillful dancer. While it normally learns to dance from members of its colony, Brionne can also learn to dance from humans. It works diligently to memorize each dance through imitation and gets excited when it sees a dance it does not know. It is capable of dancing in perfect time with others, even if it's never danced with them before. Large groups of Brionne can be seen dancing together on moonlit nights when the sea is calm, sometimes being led by the singing of a Primarina. Brionne has a caring nature; if its Trainer is feeling down, it will perform a dance to cheer them up.As Brionne dances, it creates water balloons in a variety of colors. Its battle strategy consists of dancing while creating water balloons. The dance confuses the opponent, and during this weakness, Brionne slaps the balloons toward the target where they explode. Only those who have earned its trust can see this Pokémon when it is sad. It will otherwise always act cheerful and never allow its sorrow to show."

"But what is this Evolution thing that you kept mentioning?" Cater ask "Is it some kind of leveling up?"

"You can say that, yeah" You shrug "Evolution is a some kind of leveling up but the conditions to meet it vary from one Gijinka to another"

"So it depends on, like, environments or new spells you use?" Azul asked.

"Yep but where I come from, they're called Moves, not spells" You replied

"Ooooh~"

You cant help but chuckle at their interest at your world. These type of things are amazing, yes, but back in your world it would be kinda consider normal thanks to your kind's abilities but than again, this world doesn't have pokemon so it makes sense at their suprise and interest.

The rest of the afternoon continue on with some relaxation and fun as per usual, with you using some of your moves like Bubble Beam and Water gun to emp up the fun even more.

"Come on Cheka" yawned Leona as he begrudgingly stood up from he's lounge chair to go to he's nephew "I think it's time to go home"

"Aaaaww~" the young Prince whined, not wanting to leave just yet "But I want to play with Auntie even more!"

"No and thats that" Leona sternly says, not wanting to waste another moment.

"Aw...okay" As Cheka was about to go to he's Uncle, You suddenly have an idea "How about we do one last trick, ay?" You winked at the little Cub " before you go"

The child's eyes immediately went wide with he's smile complimenting he's expression "Really!?" He cant wait for it!

Leona, feeling tired and dread at the pit of he's stomach that he didnt wanna continue watching the little rascal nor want to get in triuble with he's sister-in-law, tried to protest and be on their way until it was too late.

"Alright! Lets go!"

Its been quite a long time since you use your z-move, not since you came to Twisted Wonderland, but you trained and earn for the z-ring in your possession so you know you have to give it your all!

"The sound of rushing waves! The ocean sings!

Let's deliver the ocean's melody. Here I go!"

Many eyes went wide at the growing water bubble that you had created right before their eyes.

"Woah!" Deuce shouted in suprise "Its so big..." Trey sweatdropped at the enormous size.

"Now thats Magicam worthy" Usual Cater.

"Its so colorful!" Floyd happily said as the other Octavinielle residents watch in shock.

"Fufufufu~ it seems our little mermaid has more suprises than we expected" Lilia chuckled. He may have seen some interesting things back in he's day but you sure take the cake as being quite the few interesting ones. "Indeed" Malleus nodded in agreement, eyes on the glittering and beautiful ballon with amusement and curiosity of what will happen.

"Malleus-Sama! Stay back!" Still he's usually self as always, huh Sebek.

"Now....

Oceanic Operretta!"

The Primarina uses than sent the balloon float off into the nice sfaety yet viewable distance as it exploded with sparkly dust raining down from the explosion.

"Amazing!" Epel, Cheka and Kalim shouted at the beautiful sight before their eyes.

"Beaute!" Rook exclaim with Vil watch on with wonder. Maybe he can try using magic on stage...or better yet, let you join him on stage.

"Truly astonishing" Malleus brought he's hands to see if he could catch some of the sparkles (our curious little boi).

The others cant deny that their wording was wrong, the show itself was amazing and enchanting on how you had used your "Unique Magic" as you bow down to them with a smile on your face. Everyone on the beach clapped, whistled and complimented your display of power and elegance through your moves.

This world may be different from your own...

But you love it.

You love this guys.

And you love your memories with them.

{BONUS}

"Woah..."

Beautiful blue eyes train on the beautiful sparkly dust raining down on the water that he is in, had been watching the whole thing with amazement as he land out he's hand to see if he could catch the sparkles.

He was very greatful for sneaking out of RSA and away from he's overbearing Senior. If he hadnt, he wouldnt have seen such a sight.

Nor woman.

Her singing was absolute beautiful! It was very enchanting! Especially when she had used it for her suppose "Unique Magic".

A sighed escaped he's mouth as he's fin flap around the waters surrounding the small island, cant help but watch the now retrieving party leaving the beach side with their things in hand as they all want back to go where you had come from.

"Rielle! Rielle!"

The said Prince look behind to see he's dear first year friend swimming towards him with a tired look on he's face "Rielle" the yellow and blue haired merman panted "We should really go back! Or else we could be trouble!"

Even though Rielle eyed rolled at he's friend's usual worry antics, the red head look back at the empty beach and said...

"I hope we can meet togather soon..."

I did finish this one abit quick than usual so I apologies for any mistakes in the fanfic.

[arc-misadventures]

Pyrrhos and Jeanne(R63 Pyrrha and Jaune): Weiss doesnt get what Pyrrhos see in her so she tries to spend the day with Jeanne going out as friends. Now she knows. And Pyrrhos and Ruby feel dread, over gaining a rival to his partner/her bestie's affections.

Hmmm…

Once You Get To know Her…

Jeanne: I’m really happy you asked me to go out into, Vale with you, Weiss. We don’t get to spend much time together.

Weiss: We don’t…

Jeanne: I know, but hopefully after today, we can spend more time together!

Weiss: Why is she such a ray of sunshine…?! It’s okay, Weiss, you’re doing this for Pyrrhos, and Ruby. You can do this…

Jeanne: So where are we going first?

Weiss: Hmm…? Oh, shopping, I meed to buy some new outfits.

Jeanne: Sounds fun, lets get going shall we?

Weiss: Yeah… lets…

~~~

Jeanne: No, no, Weiss, I won’t allow it!

Weiss: W-What’s wrong? I think I look good in this.

Jeanne: You do, no question about it. But, you need to wear something with more colour! All your clothes, are just shades of white to grey, with a dash of red, and some light-blue. I know you Atlasians don’t have the most sophisticated colour palette because of that whole, colour revolution. But, it’s just so boring… Try these instead!

Weiss: T-These?! But these are so… So… Uhh…?!

Jeanne: You clearly know nothing about fashion. Go, go on and try them on, alright?

Weiss: But…?!

Jeanna: Go!

Weiss: Okay, okay…

~~~

Jeanne: Hmm… Well, the burgundy blouse most certainly compliments your porcelain skin flawlessly. The tight, black jeans showing of the curves of your legs, the high-heel boots only contemplating that in turn… And yet something is missing…

Coco: A necklace perhaps? Something long with a golden hue.

Jeanne: Yes… Yes that would work… Something in a darker shade, with no gems on it. We want her to stand out, but not too much.

Coco: Oh, but of course my dear. Who do you take me for?

Jeanne: An expert in the art of fashion. I never doubt you for a moment, Coco. But, Weiss here is clearly inexperience in the art of fashion.

Coco: And, with a body like hers? Haa… Atlas, they now how to look nice, but not how to dress nice!

Weiss: Umm… Since when was, Coco here…?

Jeanne: Since I called her here… Hmm…?

Weiss: But, why is she here?

Jeanne: I required assistance, Weiss. You look simply fabulous in almost anything you wear, so I needed a second opinion on this.

Weiss: Oh… W-Why thank you, Jeanne…

Jeanne: No problem, Weiss~! Oh! I got it!

Coco: Let’s hear it then.

Jeanne: She needs a jacket! Something in a nice rich red brown, preferably with a darker hue. And a flat brim hat; preferably something that rest more on the back, than the front of the head.

Coco: Oh, you are a genius, Jeanne!

Jeanne: I try~!

Coco: Try these on for size, Weiss.

Weiss: O-Okay…

Jeanne: Oh, oh my…

Coco: You’re an artist, Jeanne.

Jeanne: Only because the canvas was of such a high quality. So, what do you think, Weiss, do you like it?

Weiss: …

Jeanne: Weiss…?

Weiss: I can just pay, and walk out with these still on… R-Right?

Coco: Hehe~! I think she likes it~!

~~~

Weiss: How did you find this place, these desserts are delicious?!

Jeanne: Coco, took me here after one of our many shopping escapades. The meals are simple divine.

Weiss: I know, the cream on this cake is just so fluffy and sweet~!

Jeanne: Hehe~!

Weiss: What’s so funny…?

Jeanne: You.

Weiss: M-Me?

Jeanne: Yes you. You’re acting like a little girl whose been given her favourite treat. It’s nice to see another side of the refined high-class girl I know.

Weiss: Oh, thanks…

Jeanne: No… Oh? Hold still for a moment, Weiss…

Weiss: Hmm…? What’s wrong?

Jeanne: Nothing to worry about, you just have a little cream on the side of your face. I’ll just dab it off, and… there, all done~!

Weiss: Oh… T-Thank you, Jeanne…

Jeanne: No problem, Weiss~!

Weiss: …

Weiss: Has anyone ever told you, that when you smile the sun shines behind you illuminating hair to give you the appearance of an angel…

Jeanne: I have been told that, multiple times actually. I don’t understand why though…

Weiss: That’s because you are an angel, and must be protected at all costs…

Jeanne: Beg pardon…?

~~~

Yang: Hey, Weiss welcome…?! Damn…! Looking good there, Weiss. Really good.

Weiss: Thank you, Yang. Jeanne, help get a new outfit.

Yang: I need to go outfit shopping with her later then.

Weiss: You should it’s… it’s quite pleasant.

Yang: Hmm…?

Ruby: So… Did you have fun with, Jeanne?

Weiss: Yeah, I did. It was… It was really pleasent.

Ruby: I knew you’d have fun with her!

Weiss: Ruby… Just like, Pyrrhos, you have a crush on, Jeanne too, no?

Ruby: W-W-What?! N-No I don’t?!

Yang: Your binder says otherwise, Sis…

Ruby: Yang?!

Weiss: I see… Very well! I’m throwing my hat into the ring too.

Ruby: You what?

Yang: You too, Weiss?

Weiss: Spend a day alone with her, Yang, and you’ll understand, you’ll understand it all too well…

Ruby: W-Wait… D-Do you like, Jeanne too…?!

Weiss: I do. And, unlike you two spineless cowards; I will do what it takes to have that, Angel by my side!

Ruby: What…?

Yang: Ha! You wanted to improve their relationship, Rubes, this is all on you.

Ruby: …

Ruby: Shit…

Yang: Excuse you?!

Ruby: Oh no…

[cersworld]

try hard

cast: idol!jungwon x reader ft. enhypen, txt, etc.

what happens when yang jungwon has to go back to school? will he make friends or will he hate everyone and hide in a little corner every chance he gets to get away from everyone? all we know is that he will, most definitely, get kicked where the sun doesn't shine.

warning(s): vivid mentions and descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks, trespassing, misgendering, illegal and unprofessional tattoos and piercings, vivid mentions and descriptions of suicidal thoughts and ideation, etc.

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taglist: @ily-cuz-i @enhacolor @beomsun @lumixen @chillfilms @aksemy @hwalllllllelujah @ja4hyvn @higamersitsbarney @yvesismywife @lunaflvms

“heyyy”

jungwon looks up from where he’s scribbling an ‘epic’ escape plan, his seventh today, in his math book, only to see a random girl standing next to his table. she looked like the classic ‘nerd’ as she held a few books in her hand, fixing her glasses with the other as she smiled at him - and that’s how he instantly knew she was fake. lol, this’ll be fun……not.

“hi?” he says, mouth pulling up into an awkward smile as he tries not to scowl.

bo sun smiled, putting on her ‘innocent’ face as she pitched her voice up, “i was wondering if you wanted to be my partner for the science thing? we can start working on it at lunch, before the period starts.” she looked back at the clock before speaking again, “plus, english is going to end in like two minutes.”

jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, wait….english? he looked down at his math book as his mind went blank, why the fuck do i have my math book out?! did we even have math today?!

the boy cleared his throat, casually leaning over his table to cover up the fact he had no idea what he was doing, and most likely brought the wrong books, as he replied, “oh, i already have a partner.”

the girl giggled at that, and jungwon had to force his nose not to scrunch in disgust, “well, yeah. but it’s y/n, so i thought you might want to change.” she shrugs, “everyone does.”

“uh, why?”

“look,” bo sun starts, looking around the room before leaning in closer, causing the boy to flinch, before speaking, “she’s part of a gang.”

jungwon furrows his eyebrows, “what?” the fuck?

“yeah.” the girl took that as a sign to lean in even closer to continue, clearly not seeing jungwon’s face scrunch up as he smelt the copious amounts of expensive perfume she seemed to have doused herself in, “you’re new here so you haven’t seen much, but she shows up to school with bruises and cuts all the time!” bo sun then ‘casually’ places her hand on jungwon’s as she widens her eyes, “and she has tattoos! that’s not even legal! other than that….she’s just weird, y’know?”

jungwon was confused, “uhh, how so?” i mean, yeah she kicked me and that hurt like a bitch, but that was kinda my fault, he thought to himself as he looked up at bo sun.

bo sun looked around again, as if she was about to spill some deep, dark secret, “she uses they, them pronouns.”

the boy’s eyes widened at that and bo sun looked away with a smirk, thinking that he finally understood what she was talking about, when in actuality it was the opposite. as jungwon ran his fingers through his hair, looking down, he couldn’t help but think, fuck. so i’ve been misgendering them this whole time?! no wonder they kicked me, they probably heard……wait a minute.

he looked up at the girl who was now walking away, back to her friends and his eye twitched, so this bitch knows their pronouns and chooses not to use them.

and that’s how bo sun sabotaged herself without even realising it.

[whumpitisthen]

Masterlist

"Okay, picture this: you awake in the middle of nowhere, probably a forest, probably in the middle of the night. You don't know how you got there, how long you've been unconscious or how to get home. You have no phone on you, no map or compass, and the trees look unfamiliar as far as you can tell. You stand to choose your next course of action. What do you do?"

"Uhhh... Do I have a flashlight perhaps?"

"Nope, you've got nothing on you except for your clothes."

"Hm, well... I would probably freak out, first of all. I'm not big on huge open spaces, especially when I can't see very far. Having no idea what's in the dark just a couple metres ahead of me drives me mad. Soooo, might just sit down a have a quick little panic attack."

"Uhuh. What about after? You've had a little freakout session, and decided that you're cold and need to do something. What do you do next?"

"I don't know man, I might just wait out the night to be fair."

"Sigh, okay well... How about this. You're sitting on the ground freaking out, when you hear a noise. You wait to see if you misheard, and it sounds closer this time. You realize you might not be alone. What is your reaction?"

"Uh, do I know if this forest gives home to various wild bears and beasts?"

"No, the forest is unfamiliar, so you can't be sure."

"Mmmm... I would stay very still and wait for the noise to either leave or come close enough to figure out if it's a person or an animal."

"Wouldn't call out to see if it answers?"

"No, thank you, I am not about to call a pack of wolves over to eat my ass if you don't mind."

"But what if it's a person that can't see you, maybe another one who got lost like you?"

"Dude, I would not trust anyone enough to say a single thing to them. I would stay put and hope to see some sunshine soon."

"Really? Well, that's boring."

"Pardon my ignorance, but these aren't exactly the questions I'm used to being asked on a date, so sorry if my answers sound too 'boring' to you."

"Haha, isn't it nice to hear something more original though? I bet no one else has asked stuff like this of you before."

"Yeah, no, that's for sure. Definitely not with this much detail. By a stranger."

"Awh, what's with the name-calling? Do I really not even fill the qualifications for an acquaintance yet? Come on, now."

"Yeah yeah, okay, maybe you've reached uhh... Somewhere between stranger and acquaintance."

"Wow, okay. Thanks."

"Aw, nooo, don't be sad! I was just joking! I wouldn't have come to this date if the first one went that badly, right? You're definitely an acquaintance at least by now, maybe even somewhat of a friend!"

"I better be. Here I am, trying to come up with fun questions and scenarios, and you dare call me a stranger. The disrespect."

"Ahaha, okay, stop skulking now, I said I'm sorry."

"You didn't, actually-"

"What's next in your little horror scenario then? I hear a noise, I decide to stay put and wait until the sun comes up."

"Well, the noise keeps coming closer and you see... a person. They are in all black, and when they come close enough, you can see they are holding something. It shines in the moonlight."

"...Is it a weapon?"

"Probably."

"Because my answer is wildly different if it's a phone or something."

"Nope, it's definitely something dangerous. It looks sharp."

"Well, that's terrifying. Why is there some dude with a knife stalking me in a forest at night?"

"I don't know, why did you wake up alone without your phone in a forest at night, not remembering how you got there?"

"Yeah, okay, that checks out actually. So there's a possible serial killer staring me down with some kind of weapon in hand."

"Mhm."

"And I'm supposed to do something about it."

"Preferably."

"What if I don't though?"

"I'll be honest, if I were the serial killer, you would probably die."

"Heyyy, no I wouldn't! I would use my natural charm and charisma to seduce them into not gutting me!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! With my freakout face and dirty clothes, who wouldn't wanna take me out on a date?"

"Hmmm... Yeah, you're right. That's what I fell for too."

"Okay, that was uncalled for."

"I wasn't joking."

"Yeah you were. You fell for my pretty face, not my misery. No one can resist it."

"Nah, it was mostly how delicious you looked when you locked eyes with me through your window a few nights before our first date."

"...You. You what."

"What, have you already forgotten about it? It has barely been a month. No way you forgot how we met."

"...Is this some fucked up joke again? What are you talking about?"

"I think you know well what I'm talking about sweetheart."

"No, no, no. Don't you sweetheart me! Was it you? Was it you this whole fucking time? The creepy fuck trailing me home, and looking in my house through the window at night like a weirdo? It was you?"

"Again with the name calling. I told you I don't appreciate that."

"I don't give a fuck what you appreciate! You've been stalking me for weeks! You left a fucking note on my pillow saying some scary shit and went on with your day! You know how many nights I've stayed awake worried that I'm going to be killed if I fall asleep?"

"I do, actually. It's very sweet."

"You- ...what. Is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean! What the fuck do you think I mean?"

"...I don't know. That's why I asked. I don't really see the problem here."

"You are just insane. You're insane! You're a lunatic, I can't believe it took me this long..."

"Why are you all worked up over this? You had no trouble talking about your deep, overpowering fear of the dark and open places just a minute ago. I'm being honest too."

"If I ever see you, anywhere again, I am calling the cops on you without hesitation. Stay. The fuck. Away from me."

"Awww, but we haven't even got to finish out plans for the next date! Don't leave me yet!"

"I said leave me alone. Are you really that dumb? What plans? There will be no more dates. Goodbye."

"The date in the forest! We barely even started on it, and you're already leaving me?"

"Wh-.... What."

"You know, the scenario? We were just talking about it, you haven't let me finish the story!"

"...What the fuck? What are you talking about? Are you telling me you were planning a date by asking me about what I'd do if a serial killer kidnapped me and... Left me to wake up at night..."

"And then hunt you! It sounded like fun to me. Well, until you said you wouldn't do anything and just try and wait it out. But I can fix that!"

"... You're crazy, you're out of your mind, you will never see me again, I will never see you again, get the fuck out of my entire area and go fuck yourself."

"Mmm, okay, see you later then!"

"I won't!"

"Yes you will."

"No. I. Won't."

"It's not really your choice to make, is it?"

"I don't care, delete my number and go jump off a cliff."

"...

I guess they aren't willing to play along anymore. That's unfortunate.

Maybe I should've played their game too? So they wouldn't have known it was me?

...

Hmm. Maybe. Might've been easier if I could just lure them out instead of stealing them away.

... No. More effort than it's worth. They would've been trouble either way, only more annoying conscious.

I just wish they wouldn't have said all those hurtful things. Not very nice of them.

...

It's okay.

They've dug their own grave with their words long before that."

[gryffindorcls]

The Surprise Guest

Hello, lovely readers!

A few months ago I was asked to write a piece for the @mlpandemicreliefzine​. It was such a fun project to be a part of, and now that it's been out for a while, I am happy to share with you the fluffy Marichat one-shot I wrote for the zine.

Happy reading!

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SUMMARY: One Friday night, Chat Noir accidentally barges in on a "girl's night" sleepover happening in Marinette's room. After being encouraged to stay, Chat joins the group in a game of truth or dare during which Marinette reveals the name of the boy she loves.

LENGTH: 2972 words

AO3 FANFICTION

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RAP RAP RAP

Marinette’s heart stopped.

“Is someone knocking on a window?” Alya pushed herself off the ground and padded across the room.

“N-no! I...uhh...it’s probably just the wind!” Marinette sprang out of her seat and tried to pull Alya back to the circle of girls sitting in the middle of the floor. “Don’t worry about it! Mario Kart is waiting for us!”

RAP RAP RAP

“There it is again!” Alya stood on her tiptoes and peered out the window next to Marinette’s desk. “That’s funny I could have sworn-”

The hatch above the lofted bed swung open with a bang. All heads turned towards the sound as a mop of blond hair poked through the opening.

“Princess, are you in here? Are you okay? I was knocking, and I didn’t see...oops.” Chat Noir’s eyes scanned the room. “Hello, ladies.”

“Oh, look!” Alya locked eyes with Marinette and gestured towards the hatch. “The wind has a face.”

Marinette groaned and buried her face in her hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“Oh, but it is, and I can’t wait to hear you explain your way out of this one.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really? Because to me, it looks like one of Paris’s heroes is asking to come in, and judging by his cute little nickname for you, I’m guessing that this isn’t the first time he’s paid you a visit. How am I doing so far, Princess Marinette?”

“Unfortunately, you’re doing pretty well.”

Chat ducked behind the lip of the opening. “Did I come at a bad time?”

Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose. “I told you that I was busy today.”

“I forgot.”

“Obviously.”

“If he’s here, does that mean there’s an Akuma?” Rose smashed her hands against her cheeks. “Is it after one of us?”

Chat shook his head. “No Akuma tonight. Everyone is safe.”

“If there’s no Akuma, then why are you here?” Alix narrowed her eyes. “Are you two dating or something?”

“No!” Marinette raised her hands in front of her. “It’s nothing like that. He just visits sometimes.”

“Yup!” Chat chimed in, “Every Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday night!”

“Not helping!” Marinette hissed at the boy through gritted teeth.

He sunk further behind the ledge. “Sorry.”

“You have scheduled visits!” Alya chuckled and placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “Girl, I expect details.”

Chat cleared his throat. “Should I just leave the snacks and go?”

“Aha!” Alix exclaimed, pointing towards the hatch. “He brought snacks. They’re totally dating.”

“We’re not dating!” Marinette stamped her foot on the ground. “We’re just friends. I swear!”

“I don’t know. My brother always brings his girlfriend food, and he’s always talking about how in love with her he is.”

“Chat is my friend.”

Alya crossed her arms. “And tell us, how did you manage to become friends with him?”

Marinette looked at Chat, and after finding the silent look of approval in his eyes, she swallowed and took a steadying breath. “One night I was really upset, so I decided to sit out on the balcony. I may have started crying, and that’s when Chat found me. He told me he was also feeling down, so we talked for a few hours. He checked up on me the next day, and that’s when we realized that we enjoyed hanging out with each other.”

“Did you invite him to hang out with us tonight?” Mylene asked, cocking her head to the side.

Marinette sighed. “No, I did not.”

“You know, I should just go.” Chat tossed a canvas bag overflowing with snacks onto Marinette’s bed. “I’ll see you on Sunday, Princess.”

The unspoken sadness behind his words sent a pang through Marinette’s heart. “No, stay. It’s fine. Besides, I think Alya would kill me if I told you to go home before she had the chance to grill you at some point tonight.”

“You know it.” Alya chuckled and shot a finger gun in Chat’s direction.

“Wait.” He peeked the rest of his head over the ledge. “Really? I can come in?”

“Yup, and we were just about to play Mario Kart.” Marinette watched as Chat hopped onto her bed and scrambled down the ladder. “Did you want to play with us?”

“Do I?” He vibrated with excitement as she handed him a controller. “Is this what normally happens at sleepovers?”

“Have you never been to one?”

“No. I’ve only ever seen them on television and in movies, but those people are always doing each other’s hair and playing Truth or Dare.”

Alix’s eyes lit up. “Ooo, yes! We should play Truth or Dare.”

“No!” Marinette switched on her computer and loaded the game. “We are not playing Truth or Dare.”

“Ugh, lame!”

“We are playing Mario Kart, and then we are watching a movie.”

“I don’t know, Marinette. Playing Truth or Dare with a superhero sounds kind of fun.” Alya shot her a grin.

Marinette glared at her. “Video Games. Movie. Bed. That’s it.”

“You know,” Chat interjected, “I’ve never played Truth or Dare either.”

“Of course you haven’t.”

“It could be fun.”

“But you know what would be even more fun?” Marinette leaned in and flicked Chat’s bell. “Kicking your butt at Mario Kart...again.”

He chuckled. “That’s some big talk coming from someone who’s about to get crushed.”

“So says the boy who loses every time he’s played against me.”

“Oh, it’s on, Princess.”

“Jeez, if you two lovebirds are done flirting, some of us are ready to actually start playing,” Alix huffed, flopping onto the floor.

“For the last time, we are not dating.” Marinette crossed her arms and looked at Chat. “Right?”

“Yeah, we’re not.” She could have sworn that she saw his eyes dim when he spoke his confirmation, but surely it was just a trick of the light.

“See!” She said triumphantly. “We’re just friends.”

“Could have fooled me!” Alix held her stomach and laughed. “I’m just kidding. Anyway, are we playing or not?”

“Yes.” Marinette pressed start on her controller. “We are.”

As the first race began, she settled herself next to Chat Noir, accidentally brushing her knee against his. Her heart sank when she felt his body stiffen under her touch. Usually, Chat had no problem getting close to her. More often than not, they found themselves wrapped around each other under piles of blankets.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done something wrong. Maybe he was upset that she’d said no Truth or Dare. Maybe she was too harsh. Maybe she should have said yes. After all, it was his first sleepover, and playing Truth or Dare wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.

Despite the internal debate that raged through her mind throughout the gaming session, Marinette came first in almost every race. After her eleventh win, she leaned over and rested her head on Chat’s shoulder.

“Better luck next time, kitty.” She looked up only to see him quickly turn his head away.

He must really be upset with her.

Alix slammed her controller onto the ground. “Ugh, can we do something else now? I’m getting bored.”

Alya rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not just getting tired of losing?”

“Actually, I also wouldn’t mind doing something else.” Rose set down her controller and smiled. “Marinette, didn’t you say that we were going to watch a movie tonight?”

“A movie would be cool,” Juleka mumbled under her breath.

Marinette looked at Chat Noir. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it, and I thought that maybe we could play Truth or Dare...as long as we’re careful, that is! We’d have to promise to not ask Chat anything that could reveal his identity.”

Alix threw a celebratory fist into the air. “Yes!”

“Are you sure, girl?” Alya furrowed her brows. “You seemed pretty against it before.”

She nodded. “I’m sure. Besides, I think our surprise guest really wants to play. What kind of hostess would I be if I denied him the full sleepover experience?”

He met her gaze. His mouth rounded into a small “o” as a dusting of pink peeked out from underneath his mask.

“Are you okay?” Marinette asked tentatively.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. I would love to play!”

The rest of the group excitedly agreed and reformed a circle in the middle of the floor. The first few rounds filled the room with laughter as Mylene did the worm and Alya showed off her best Nino impression.

Once the giggles died down after watching Alix's reaction to putting ice cubes down her shirt, Alya adjusted her glasses and smirked. “Alright, it’s your turn, Marinette. Truth or dare?”

The last thing Marinette needed was for someone to dare her to kiss Chat Noir. “Truth.”

Alix rubbed her hands together. “First truth of the night. Let’s make it a good one.”

A wave of regret washed over her. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes! Who do you have a crush on right now?”

“I guess I should have seen that one coming.”

A pang shot through Marinette’s chest. She lowered her head and swallowed the heartbreak that threatened to resurface.

It had only been three months since she’d made the choice to move on from Adrien, and the wound still felt fresh. She’d done her best to bury the feelings she had for him, but her heart always circled back to the selfless boy who shines brighter than the sun.

However, she learned that as long as she didn’t actively think about Adrien, the hole inside her heart wasn’t as noticeable. Chat’s visits had really helped take her mind off of everything, but now it looked like it was time to face her feelings head-on.

“Oh, I know!” Chat blurted out, “It’s Luka!”

“No, it’s not.” Juleka’s hands covered her mouth while she spoke. “Marinette turned him down when he asked her out.”

“Wait, really?” He turned to Marinette. “Isn’t he the boy you’re in love with?”

Alya shook her head. “No, they had a connection, but I think we all know who really captured her heart.”

“Who?”

“You mean you really don’t know? She never told you?”

Hot tears welled in the corners of Marinette’s eyes. “I’m trying to move on.”

“Do you still love him?” Rose asked quietly, "Because it's okay if you do. Feelings like that don't just disappear overnight." “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter now. He’s with someone else. I lost my chance.” The words tasted bitter on her lips.

“No, you didn’t.” Juleka shook her head. “Don’t tell anyone, but I saw Luka kissing Kagami last weekend.”

A collective gasp filled the room as Marinette’s head shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Mmhmm, he doesn’t know that I know, but she comes over a lot.”

Alya nudged Marinette’s arm. “I think you just got your second chance.”

“But he and Kagami were so close!” Marinette grabbed her pigtails. “I could have sworn that they were dating.”

“You know, I don’t remember him ever saying that they were dating.”

“I guess I just assumed. I thought I saw them kiss.”

“I don’t think they did. I know he didn’t tell Nino that he kissed her, and those two pretty much know everything about each other.”

Chat held up his hands. “I’m sorry, who are we talking about right now?”

“It’s a boy from our class. You might know him. He was in that fragrance ad that seems to be on every billboard in the city.” Alya pointed to the class picture hanging on Marinette’s wall. “His name is Adrien.”

“Hold on.” The intensity in his eyes startled Marinette. “You have a crush on Adrien Agreste?”

“Um, yeah?” She shrugged. “I thought he was dating Kagami, so I tried to make my feelings go away. It didn’t really work.”

“But why?” His voice had dropped to a whisper. “Why him?”

Marinette thought back to her encounter with Adrien in the rain–the day love became more than just a word in the dictionary. “I accused him of something when we first met, but instead of getting angry and brushing me off, he reached out to me and asked to be friends. Is he one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in my entire life? Yes, without a doubt. But it was his kindness and selflessness that made me fall for him.”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“With all my heart.”

“Is that why you were crying that night on the balcony?”

“Yes, but you made me feel a lot better. Thank you for that.”

Chat pushed himself off the ground and began pacing around the room. “I...he made you cry! You’re so sweet and kind, and he hurt you. How are you not mad at him?”

She reached up and grabbed Chat’s hand as he passed in front of her. “It’s not his fault! I never had the courage to tell him, so he doesn’t know. He’s a wonderful person.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“Chat…”

“He broke your heart, Marinette.”

She shook her head. “No, if we’re being honest, I kind of broke my own heart. I never told him how I felt.”

He took a deep breath. “You should tell him.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if I’m not the one for him? He deserves to be happy!”

“I have a hunch that things will work out pretty well if you tell him.”

“Look, it’s not that I haven’t tried before.” Marinette buried her face in her hands. “But all of those attempts ended in disaster. How would this time be any different?”

“Easy.” Alix pointed to the cell phone on Marinette’s desk. “I dare you to text him.”

Marinette crossed her arms. “Nice try, but it’s not my turn right now. It’s Chat’s.”

“Fine. Truth or dare, Chat Noir?”

He plopped down on the ground. “Dare.”

“Excellent.” Alix grabbed the phone and handed it to Chat. “I dare you to help Marinette send a text to Adrien.”

“No!” Marinette snatched her phone out of his hands and held it against her chest. “Why?”

“Because it’ll be hilarious.”

"But it's my phone!"

"And it's his dare."

Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm. “Help.”

“No can do, girl.” She shook her head. “Alix is right. He got dared.”

With a sigh, Marinette reluctantly handed her phone over to Chat. “Please don’t do anything too embarrassing.”

“Trust me, Princess. I’ll make sure you get that date.” He took the phone and got to work.

“You may have to spell it out for him. Adrien’s a great guy, but he’s a little dense in the love department sometimes.” Alix’s laugh rang through the room.

Chat glared at her. “Rude.”

“If you knew him, you’d agree.”

“Unfortunately, I have a feeling that you’re right. Rude, but right.”

Marinette didn’t know if she should scream or run away. “Please don’t tell him that I like him in a text. That should be something I tell him to his face.”

Chat ran his fingers through his hair. “I know. All I did was write out a message asking him to meet up with you in the park tomorrow.”

“Did you already send it?”

“Yup.”

“I...but...what if he’s not free?”

“Oh, he’s free.”

“How do you know?”

“Uhhhh.” Chat scratched the back of his head. “I read somewhere that his father is out of town for the next week. I guess I just assumed that Adrien had nothing on his schedule.”

Marinette did her best not to hyperventilate. “Okay, yeah...this is great. Goog...I mean doog...I mean...oh, no, I’m stuttering again! It’s been weeks since I’ve done that. I’m going to make a complete fool out of myself tomorrow!”

“No, you’re not.” Chat rested a hand on her shoulder.

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re amazing, Marinette, and he’d be crazy to not like you back.”

His smile melted away her fears and calmed the restless beating of her heart. It was amazing how safe he always made her feel, both in and out of the mask. Marinette knew she was lucky to have him as her partner and her friend.

“I know everyone didn’t get a turn to go, but I really don’t think we can top that round.” Alya walked over to Marinette’s computer. “How about we watch that movie now?”

“Works for me!” Marinette leaned against Chat. “Want to sit next to each other?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

While Marinette set up the movie, her guests made a cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the floor.

When she was finished, she took a seat next to Chat. She soon found herself wrapped in his arms with her face against his chest.

Although sitting like this had become a regular occurrence between them, tonight felt different. Instead of the loose hold she was accustomed to, Chat held her as if she’d slip away if he let go. To her surprise, she really enjoyed the change.

As the movie droned on, the steady beating of Chat’s heart relaxed every fiber of her being. Reflexively, she reached her arms around him, snuggled closer to his side, and reveled in his warmth.

All too soon, Marinette gave into the heaviness of her eyelids. Still vaguely aware of the world around her, the whispers of an oncoming dream beckoned her further into the depths of her subconscious.

She felt a gentle pressure against the crown of her head before a hazy voice etched its words onto her heart. “You make me happy every single day. You always have, and now it’s my turn to make you happy. You’re the perfect girl for me.”

And for the first time in months, Marinette was at peace.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow, Princess.”

That night, she had the sweetest of dreams, and the next morning, she woke up with Adrien’s response in her notifications.

[pregnant-piggy]

Silver lining ~ prologue

George Weasley x fem!reader

masterlist // playlist

warnings: mentions of food

A/N: After not writing and posting for a while, I am back with this series! This is by far the hardest thing I have ever written. I’ve struggled so much to write this and I hope that you will appreciate the effort and time I have put into this

word count: 1.3k

It was still early. Dewdrops lay on the flower petals, making them shine in the light of the rising sun. Birds were coming out of their sleep, happily twittering, not aware of the horror of the human-world. The birds were free; they had not to fear for their lives. They could go out any moment of the day, not worried about the consequences of telling too much to their neighbour, not fearing for the lives of their friends and family. The birds were free and their only worry was that this spring might not be the same as last year.

The fear was real. At any given moment your whole life could be turned upside down. The influence of the dark wizards was clearly evident in everyone’s life. Even the muggles felt the tension in the air, as they stepped outside expecting spring but got darkness instead. The sky was more grey than usual and there had been a peculiar fog dancing through the streets at night, hiding everything from sight.  

Your footsteps echoed through the empty streets of Diagon Alley. The flower shop where you had found a job to support yourself after you finished Hogwarts was close, but instead you went to the door on the other side of the street. A bright orange door that stood proudly in the gloom of everything around.

You hurried over the streets, your coat waving behind you. There were two people in the street. One dark figure in one of the side-alleys, bent over a carton box filled with pots and pans. The other was an old woman. She was stumbling down the street, while mumbling something incomprehensible. When you passed her she looked up to you and her bright blue eyes stared into your soul. You averted your eyes and focused on the orange door you were headed for.

Next to the door was the shop that had to be your favourite place in the world. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. The shop window was full of weird objects. You recognised some products; the famous fireworks, mysterious love-potions and other jokes and even more serious products.

The twins lived in an apartment above their store. The stop was in full blossom; despite the war, people still came in and in the last season it seemed like more than ever before. Maybe a visit to the cheerful and frisky place was an escape from the reality of the world.

Fred and George were busy, but they had made time to celebrate their birthday.

You knocked on the door with excited tingles in your stomach. Something so happy and easy felt a bit out of place considering what was going on, but it wouldn’t be Fred and George if they not tried to make the best out of it.

‘Happy birthday!’ you said with a big smile as Fred opened the door.

‘(Y/N)! You’re here!’ he exclaimed and let you in. A tiny hall led to a narrow staircase and you followed Fred upstairs.  

Fred opened the door and revealed an empty living area with kitchen. George was lying with his head on his arms on the table. There was soft music playing but the atmosphere was not quite one you’d expect on a birthday party. Especially not Fred and George’s party.

At the sound of the opening door and footsteps into the living room, George lifted his head from his arms and looked up. When he saw you, a big smile formed on his face.

‘Happy birthday, Georgie!’ you said walking towards him.

He got up from the table and ran into your open arms. He lifted you from the ground and he spun you around, making you yelp in surprise. With flushed cheeks you stepped back quickly when George put you back on the floor and smoothed out your shirt. George was blushing too and he scratched behind his ear. To ignore the sudden awkwardness, you turned to Fred and gave him his present. He excitedly sat down on the couch and started to unwrap his present.

‘You’re kidding!’ Fred cried out and he smiled at his present.

You had given him a book on muggle illusionism and two tickets for a show of a famous illusionist. Recently Fred had really developed an interest in illusionism and you had found a book on it in a muggle store.

‘I hope you like it,’ you said and sat down next to Fred, George’s present on your lap.

‘I love it!’ Fred said genuine while browsing through the book.

Then you turned to George, who was sitting in the chair next to the couch. He was looking enthusiastic at the present in your hands. You gave it to him and watched him doing the exact same as his brother.

His present had taken longer to find. It was not that you didn’t know what George liked; it was just harder to find something that actually meant something. Finally you had stepped into a store, that everyone else in the world walked past, and found what you thought was the perfect gift.

In George’s hand lay a glass globe filled with smoke. The light of the sun that came through the window shone on the object, making a rainbow on the floor. But when George raised his hands to look closer at the globe, the smoke disappeared and revealed your face. George quickly put his hands further as though he had seen something awful.

‘It shows what you are thinking of,’ you explained and giggled at George’s outstretched arms. ‘My grandmother had one and I remember spending hours with it, just reliving memories like they were films.’

George looked at you and you saw a big smile on his face. He brought the globe closer to his face again and now your face turned into a birthday cake.

‘Do you like it?’ you asked, nervous that George might not like it the way you used to.

‘I love it, (Y/N),’ George said sincere and he got up to hug you.

As his arms were around you, you could see the globe next to your face. The cake was still in there, though the image was not strong.

‘Seriously, George? You’re hugging me and still think of cake?’ you pointed out and George let go of you.

His gaze went from your face to the globe in his hand. He smirked and looked back at you. The moment his eyes met yours the cake in the glass changed into your face again. You recognised your blushing cheeks and the crinkles by your eyes that always formed when you smiled.

‘But speaking of cake,’ Fred interrupted, while glancing at his brother. ‘You want some?’

‘Did you make it?’ you asked.

‘No…’                                            

‘Sure! I would love some!’ you said and sent Fred a smile.

He pushed you into the couch on his way to the kitchen, while grumbling that his backing skills were not that bad.

‘Who else is coming?’ you asked George.

‘Just you,’ he mumbled still looking into his globe.

‘Just me?’ you asked and turned around on the couch to Fred, who was standing in the kitchen, very likely messing with your piece of cake.

‘Yeah, uhh, not many people were free today,’ Fred said, sticking out his tongue while he placed the knife in the cake. ‘And most of our friends are, you know, not able to go wherever they want.’

Humming in agreement you turned back to George. He had placed his gift on the coffee table and was watching his twin in the kitchen. Though he had a smile on his face, he looked a bit sad. You could imagine this was not how he had wanted his twentieth birthday to be.

‘That’s fine. We don’t need other people to have fun! I’m fun for at least four!’ you said, trying to cheer up the brothers.

‘Sure you are,’ Fred said from the kitchen, but even he couldn’t help a light smile on his lips.

‘Come on! We’ll make this the birthday party everyone will regret not coming to!’

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[e-luxion]

Can you please explain Johnny’s chart now that we know his rising? I never saw him as a Virgo rising but people say it makes sense and I’m like??? I’m not too into astrology to know

Yeah I agree with you, virgo was the last thing on my mind, even tho I think I first typed him as Leo Rising after thinking I was like 100% earth (more Taurus than anything) + 5th house placements so I wasn't wrong, but not right either 😂 I am actually excited to do this

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜:

It is not the Virgo Rising itself, it's actually where his planets fall that makes perfect sense imo:

Sun and Mercury in the 5th house 

I say Johnny has 5th house energy a little too much but I never actually explain why

Sun in the 5th house people are m a g n e t i c. Whether they want to or not, they unconsciously end up being the centre of attention. More times than not people with this placement feel like they were born to do ‘more’ and to shine

5th house suns are warm, generous, creative and for the most part, can be very confident in who they are depending how well or bad aspected this placement is

Even if they are less confident deep inside, they try to be confident and to be that light for others

MERCURY IN THE 5TH -- holy shit, I share this placement and yes, some people find us a bit annoying but we don’t talk about that 

People with this placement tend to be very talkative, they don’t seem to run out of topics to talk about, you could put them in a room with anyone and they’ll find a common ground. 

Natives of this placement tend to also talk almost with hidden meanings, there is always a tone of innuendo, there is always a joke in there somehow

This placement is very much “primary school teacher energy”

Not great at concentration cos there is just so many things they want to do, they always want to do something new and fun. Mercury shows us how we communicate but also how we think, and in this house it becomes... a lot.

Moon in the 10th house

This placement is very interesting, imo the moon is the most important thing in our chart. It shows you not only what makes you feel comfortable and how you feel, but your relationship with your mother, how you were raised, it’s a one of the most decisive pillars of “you”

It’s cause and consequence, it shows you how you were raised and how that affected present day you

This is stereotypical but his career and status is truly very important to him, he needs it to feel safe and fulfilled. It makes sense how no matter how hard it got, how much they pushed his debut to later, he persevered and is such a hard worker.

A m b i t i o u s 

People with this placement are actually very sensitive and have a natural need to care for others, they are easily affected by the outside world which makes them want to almost protect others

It’s honestly such a dad placement

Things associated with this placement are definitely a parent sort of vibe, they are responsible and caring, they worry about others around them

Fun Fact, people with this specific placement tend to attract admiration from others, they inspire security and trust. Other musicians with this placement are John Lennon and Kurt Cobain, both people who inspired millions of people and to this day are remembered

Venus in the 4th house

This is another thing that just painfully makes sense 

You know how this man is always like blah kids, marriage, sentimental shit?? THIS is why! This right here, is a big reason why Johnny is the way he is half of the time I swear. The homey romantic vibes? Heavy 4th house venus shit

4th house Venus people are so nurturing, sensitive and calm? Venus most commonly tells you how you are in love, what kind of partners you want but it shows more than that, it tells you how you look after things, your possessions, your aesthetic... 

Johnny’s love for soft toys, oversized fluffy clothes, all of that is due to his 4th house Venus. He is also probably very sentimental with things from his childhood, or things that remind him of home 

When they fall in love, it is serious because their mentality is for the long term, they are very family oriented hence why they can be wary of who they date

People with this placement have the nicest houses and rooms cos they just know how to make a house a home, it’s always so cozy and dating them would probably feel like like an early morning, wrapped in multiple blanket with the fire place on, hot cocoa and the rain outside

On the downside, people with the placement can be TOO sentimental, to the point where is hard for them to let go of things 

Mars in the 12th

Actually this was the only one which was surprising to me, but tbh this is not a side we would often see of Johnny since we don’t know him like that. And 12th house “hides” whatever it falls on, it internalises it to an extent that the native might not actually be aware of this energy

His Mars in Leo makes him quick to anger, but mars in the 12th house makes him hide that anger, bottle it up until it comes out in a scary way because it was left undealt with for too long

Other things in his chart tell us that he has no problem going after things, like going after his career or pursuing hobbies and success. But this right here shows me that in some ways, he is scared to fully express himself due to an unconscious fear to be vulnerable

Sometimes they focus to helping people too much to hide this vulnerability and their own issues

Coming to terms with his own sensitivity and release toxic mentality is something he probably struggled with at some point 

On a positive note, people with this placement tend to be very welcoming and open-minded towards other, they show the kindness to others that they don't necessarily show themselves

a lot of bitches with 12th house placements in nct damn

Jupiter in the 3rd 

At its most basic, this literally tells you that his talent (Jupiter) is in communication (3rd). Very agile minds, who love learning and acquiring information about different topics, people, things, everything

People with this placement lead the conversation, very positive and enthusiastic in the way they talk with others. Sometimes can be a bit preachy but for the most part they’re open minded, curious, and say what’s on their mind, super expressive when sharing their ideas

@/astroismypassion mentioned that Jupiter in the 3rd native might have moved hometown more than once in their life which I find very interesting as this man moved across the globe to make his dreams come true

Philosophy, arts, cultures, stuff like that is very interesting to them and travelling is a form of mind expansion for them

Jupiter shows us where we have privilege and here it’s education, and a larger than life mentality that them well received by others; they are gifted at communication which means that people usually take them seriously as they can be very eloquent 

Saturn in the 6th

Another placement I share with Johnny which I think would be a flex if it wasn’t for the fact that Saturn in the 6th is actually a very difficult position to have. Saturn is not necessarily happy in this house

It shows an obsession with work, keeping a routine, organising but also struggling in all those areas. For example, you obsessively plan your life because you really struggle naturally to follow plans, timetables and stay organise

People with this placement have a tendency to overwork themselves until they’re ill, so health problems might be occur often due to this. You fear failure so it feels like you can never stop working hard, just in case you fall behind. Anxiety, self criticism is very common here

Honestly he has a couple of placements that just scream chronic workaholic 

Pisces Descendant:

I don't know if this is weird but I thought he had to have Pisces in a “favourable” house, because he seems to attract or get along with people who have Pisces placements specifically so this is not surprising at all.

I’m ngl this man probably daydreams about his s/o, if he is single he’ll just make up little scenarios in his head or has a very clear idea of the kind of interactions or person he wants

Very idealistic, gentle and compassionate in love but also wants partners that match this energy. Heart on his sleeve kind of vibe

He probably attracts slightly chaotic partners, the dreamy artists types 

This man clearly doesn’t want just any love story, he wants the sort of fairy tale romance he can tell his grandkids 

7th house is also like enemies and shit, but I’m not going to talk about 

Gemini Midheaven 

When you meet someone, there is 3 main things you see about them and that is Ascendant, Mercury and Midheaven. Especially when it comes to celebrities, we see their midheaven more than anything 

Gemini MC people always have something going on, they have like 5 careers at the same time, very multi-faceted people. They’re not quite happy at doing one thing but they’re also very adaptable 

In the work environment, he could adapt to others and very much go with the flow of things, jack of all trades. Whatever happens, he can do it and does it well

For now I am going to go on more explaining why everyone is like uhh it makes sense and later I'll actually make a post with more information, in my drafts I have this one post by xx saved from like a year ago of their personality analysis of Johnny, in which they asked if any astrology people could you know back this up. I had written a whole response to it but now that we know I will make a more detailed response and analysis of his birth chart 👁️👁️

𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕷𝖚𝖑𝖚 𝖝𝖔𝖝

[dawnie1988]

Summary: When setting up a dating profile, a picture really is worth a thousand words. And it turns out that, sometimes, getting that perfect photo requires the assistance of a helping hand

Words: 1,853

Pairings: Dean, Unnamed OFC - Who may or may not be loosely based on the same woman who inspired this whole thing in the first place

Warnings: Language, Bad Lighting, Impatient Doggies......That should just about cover it

A/N: Umm, so surprise! I did a thing! Inspired by this *gif set* and the subsequent conversation after with the amazing @thoughtslikeaminefield​​ regarding just how it was Dean got that profile picture for the dating app. It was only meant to be a fun little joke type thing of sorts, but after getting love and encouragement from some very fine ladies that I admire greatly, it is now seeing the light of tumblr. Miss MJ was also kind enough to give it a look through for a little clean up and any major mistakes and created the fantastic header! It really does pay to have friends in high places 😊

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This was stupid.

 He was, he had no problem saying, one of the best hunters in the world. He had saved the world multiple times. Yeah, ok, maybe Sam helped a little, but still. He had fought both heaven and hell more times than he could count anymore.

 And yet, here he stood, unable to get one decent picture of himself.

 Stupid.

 It was the only thing left to do to complete his profile, to add his profile picture. He had been very tempted to just leave it blank, or just put a logo of something he liked. But that wouldn't do. You go on a dating site and refuse to put up an actual photo of yourself? Pshhh, yeah, because that doesn't just scream: STRANGER DANGER! I HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE!

 The whole point was to attract potential dates, not scare them away before he even had a chance to lay on the charm. And, plus, how would he attract anyone without actually showing off the goods?

 Advertising. It's all in the advertising.

The problem was, try as he might, he couldn't get a fitting picture of himself. Not one that truly showed off his full appeal.

 What? He wasn't allowed to think himself a handsome son of a bitch without being considered arrogant? Screw that! Body positivity, man. We're all beautiful in our own way, we should all believe it.

 Maybe he should put that in his profile too? Didn't chicks dig shit like that? Whatever…

 The photo. That was the issue. He couldn't ask Sam to do it, fuck no. He'd never let Dean hear the end of it if he knew he even had a dating profile. Besides, this was none of Sam's business. What Dean did in his private time was his and his alone.

 But, as it turned out, Dean wasn't very proficient in the art of selfie-taking. For one, the lighting in the bunker was horrendous. He'd gone all throughout their underground home and the results were either him bathed in shadows or being completely washed out underneath the harsh, fluorescent lights.

 And trying to find a flattering angle was damn near impossible! How the hell all those social media people did it was beyond him. Clearly, they were using every filter imaginable to improve their outcome. Not him though. Artificial was not his style. No enhancements needed.

Self. Love. People.

 It was as he was pacing around in the garage, trying to formulate his next plan of attack when inspiration struck. He caught Baby's eye — er, headlight, and Yahtzee!

 Baby was a total chick magnet. And, where did they both shine the most? That's right, out in the clear wide open. On the road, sun shining, not a care in the world. Natural lighting.

 Perfect.

 He drove for a while, scouting possible locations along the way while also simply enjoying the quiet time with Baby. Even if he was on a mission.

 Eventually, he pulled off the road near a lakefront that also served as a nice walking path for nature lovers. It was a beautiful, clear day, the whole scene very idyllic.

 This was it. This was the spot.

 However, there was still the hiccup of actually getting the picture taken. After the slightly traumatizing experience of trying to take his selfie, he couldn't bring himself to attempt that avenue again. He thought he could still do it himself regardless. There was a fence nearby, all he had to do was set the timer on the phone and presto! Done!

 You would think, that is.

 In reality, every time he tried to prop his phone up it would fall back down before he could even make it back to Baby.

 Just as he was about to throw the godforsaken device, like an angel from heaven — the fairytale kind, not the dicks with wings — she appeared.

 "Need some help there?"

 As if he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, Dean quickly whipped around and was greeted by the lovely sight of a woman, perhaps a little older than himself, walking her two dogs.

 He took just a moment, because he simply had too, to admire her beauty. Sun-kissed skin, freckles that put his own to shame, friendly hazel eyes that held a multitude of warmth…

 Yes. An angel seemed a very apt description.

 Dean cleared his throat before an uncomfortable amount of silence was allowed to pass between them, feeling a slight blush tinged his cheeks when his mind came back around to acknowledge her question.

 "Uh, actually I umm… yes," he fumbled out.

 Why was he suddenly nervous? He felt so out of place now, he didn't like it. Still, he continued.

 "You see, I…"

 The woman cut him off — a mercy killing, it felt like to Dean — with a raised hand.

 "Let me guess, dating profile?" she asked, not at all trying to hide the knowing smirk.

 Something in Dean loosened at the understanding he found in his new acquaintance’s gaze. Shoulders relaxing, he let out a slightly bashful chuckle while giving a one-shoulder shrug.

 "Guilty. That obvious, huh?"

 She gave a small shake of her head. "Game recognizes game. I have my own experience and horror stories involving the dreaded profile picture. If you want, I can give you a hand?"

 Dean's eyes lit up at the offer. He knew it. He was not ashamed of it.

 "Yeah?"

 She laughed at his eagerness, a sweet-sounding melody, Dean noted to himself.

 "Sure. After all, I couldn't just leave you here without putting you out of your misery first. I'm no monster."

 She was teasing, of course. It didn't stop Dean from having to bite his tongue and swallow the comment about monsters that begged to be spoken. If only he had a nickel for every time he had heard that line.

 "Okay, awesome. Thank you."

 "No problem," she replied easily, accepting the phone he was handing over. "And I'm assuming you want that beauty in the photo with you?" she asked him, indicating Baby, earning a proud smile from Dean in return.

 As he said, Baby was a total chick magnet.

 "Duh."

 She laughed again, much louder and freer this time and the sound again had Dean grinning as he made the walk over to his trusty wing woman.

 "Nice choice. Okay, then, handsome, what are we going for here?"

 Dean faltered in his step slightly. "Uhh, how do you mean?"

 "I mean," she paused for a moment, readjusting the grip she had on the two leashes when the pooches started getting antsy. "What vibe are you trying to portray here? Brooding? Mysterious? Friendly?"

 "Oh, right!" Dean nodded his understanding.

 He thought it over, tilting his head slightly as he contemplated the pros and cons of the different choices in his head.

 "May I offer a suggestion?"

 "Sure, by all means."

 "Well, online dating can be intimidating enough as it is," she began matter-of-factly. "All you've got is a picture and a few words to go on. So, speaking solely on my own experiences, I tend to gravitate towards the more friendly option. You try to be sexy and it feels too put on and forced. You try to be mysterious and all I'm left thinking is what are you trying to hide. But friendly, easy-going and approachable is always a winner. That, makes me want to get to know you a little more. At least enough to read your profile anyways."

 Dean, eyebrows raised and mouth pulled down some, nodded in appreciation. This lady really knew what she was talking about.

 "Right, so friendly it is, then." He clapped his hands together and went to lean against Baby's side before stopping, thinking it over a second and deciding to hop on the hood instead, talking out his thoughts as he tried to determine the perfect pose.

 "So, not too posey, don't try too hard but at least put a little effort in to show I care…." he fidgeted around for a few moments more before falling into a comfortable, casual feeling position. "How's this?" he looked up, waiting for some affirmation.

 Dean would be lying if he said her genuine smile didn't make his stomach flutter a bit.

 "Looks good. Okay, on the count of three, give me your most inviting smile. No teeth though, just easy breezy. Ready?"

 "Ready."

 "One, two, three."

 She tapped the screen to capture the shot and immediately started walking over after checking the results. "I think we have a winner here."

 She handed the phone over to him and he couldn't help the satisfied smile from gracing his lips.

 Damn, he looked good.

 "Nice," he complimented her photography skills. "Well, Hell, I think you're right, I think this is it."

 He made quick work of uploading the photo to the app and confirming his information before finally hitting the 'submit' button to post his profile. He then turned the phone around for her to see again. "Whaddya think?"

 She leaned in closer, shoulder bumping his and dogs yapping around their legs as she looked over his full profile before nodding in approval. "Yup, you'll be beating them away with a stick in no time!"

 His chest may have puffed up with pride a little. Only a little.

 "Yeah? Awesome." He exited out of the app, ignored the text message from Sam wanting to know where the Hell he was and slid his phone into his back pocket.

 "Thanks again. It's, ah…" he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "All pretty awkward, but you were a big help."

 She gifted him with a megawatt smile as she untangled her dogs from around his legs, getting them ready to continue their walk. "No problem. Good luck with all that. Stay safe out there!"

 She began walking away and Dean found that he couldn't not do it. He had to, right?

 Right.

 "Hey!" he called out, switching gears and putting on his 'wooing' smile, lowering his voice an octave. "Ya know, maybe if you're not busy, I can take you for a cup of coffee or something sometime? My way of..." Dean let the tip of his tongue sneak out to wet his bottom lip while giving her a once over. "Thanking you, properly?"

 She was silent for a moment, brows raising slightly in surprise before a slow smile started to brighten her face up once more. She looked down for a tick, letting out a sound of amusement before meeting his eyes once again.

 "That's sweet, and I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I can't."

 Dean's smile fell some in disappointment. "Oh."

 "It's just — your profile says that you’re seeking woman,” she explained, much to Dean's confusion.

 "Oh...?" he trailed off, brows pinched as she started walking backward and away from him.

 "So am I."

 She gave him a wink before turning fully and continuing on. Out of his life.

 Dean could only roll his eyes.

 "Figures," he muttered grumpily to himself as he made his way back to Baby. "All the good ones are either taken or gay."

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Tagging the cheerleading squad I had behind this: @thoughtslikeaminefield​ @fangirlxwritesx67​ @itmighthavebeenintentional​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @cracksinthewalls​ @rockhoochie​ @mskathywriteswords​ @fookinghelljensensthighs​ @cherry3point14​ @lastactiontricia​ @icemankazansky​ @stusbunker​ @justcallmeasmodeus​

[starhairspinel]

The sandy dunes of the desert are large and unforgiving, the wavy heat from the sun bouncing off the sand have made these lands unbearable to to the mortal man, but I am no mortal man, not even a man, I am Spinel, and I'm here with one of my closest friends, Amethyst, to travel across the scorching and arid desert and retrieve the gypsum and/or baryte cluster known as the desert rose, and end it's tyranny in this land. I stand over a particularly large dune and take off my goggles and lower my scarf to look at-

Are you really gonna narrate like that the whole time?

Ugh, no. 'course not...

Suuuuuurrrreeeeee...

Look, you owe me after that empire city mission!

I already said I'm sorry for not wanting to go into a sewer, dude!

An apology won't suffice, DUDE. Unleeeeess you wanna do a makeover session instead? Paint some nails? Put on some makeup while gossiping about the latest celebrity drama?

Ew.

Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me-

Yo! Is that the place we have to go to?

Sure seems like it, giant sand castle, some red-brownish accents, banners with rose thingies on them at the front. Must be it.

Coolio!

Ah-hem. Where was I? Oh yeah. I take off my goggles and lower my scarf to look at a castle made of sand in the distance, the castle was large and intricate, accented with dirty shades of rusty reds and dirt browns that didn't look too tacky from the color of the sad, banners hung from the front with symbols on them resembling a brownish rose, perhaps paying tribute to the cluster of crystals we're looking for. I take a deep sigh and tell- AMETHYST!

Last one there's a rotten egg!

COME OOOOON! Siiiiiigh.... I take a deep sigh and turn around to tell Amethyst only to find that she was already sliding down the dune we were on, we're good friends, I promise, but especially after the rat mission I've been on rocky terms with her. I follow Amethyst down to the sand castle and we stand before it, this is very clearly some kind of man-made structure made to honor the desert rose. Perhaps they thought the rose was a gift from their gods and said their prayers to it.

You really think so?

Pretty sure, yeah.

Man, that kinda makes me feel bad for taking this thing. People actually put effort into this? I don't wanna ruin that, it would make them feel useless.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Hm, true.

Let's go, in n' out, simple as that! Atleast, I HOPE so, unless you wanna sit this one out AGAIN.

Dude that was ONE time, get over yourself! Geez...

Amethyst goes into the castle, I follow shortly. A quick look and it appears that nobody has been in here for years, the torches along the walls have long burned out, lucky for us, I can use my gem as a flashlight!

Niiice.

Thank you! We go deeper into the hall entering the castle, the halls were getting tighter and tighter as we go deeper and deeper, almost as if we were breathing down eachother's necks-

It's not that bad, is it?

Well- uh- I mean... I'm being dramatic, okay? Er... I mean-! We have escaped the halls and enter the shrine, thing, of the desert rose! The sun was shining and the sand walls glistened like the glittery parts of birthday cards you buy at the store!

Pffft- that's the best you can come up with?

... in the middle of this place was a large stairway leading to the cluster we were looking for, we were in aw of it's- aaaaaaand Amethyst decided to skip right to the stair climbing, alright, it's fine. I also climb the stairs.

By which you mean "stretch your legs to go right to the top of it"

Shut up. *Cough* We looked at the gypsum cluster they called the desert rose, it was magnificent.

As "magnificent" you can get with a weird looking rock that barely looks like a flower and is covered in sand.

I carefully pick up the desert rose and quickly look around the premises waiting for a booby trap... Waiting for a booby trap... Aaaany second now... Weird, I would've thought they'd make sure someone doesn't steal this thing. Or atleast have this thing fight back in some way... Any way... Give us a challenge, darn it!

... Wanna sit down and talk for a bit, dude?

Yeah...

... Are you really that upset about our last mission?

No- Well- maybe? Yes? I just... I dunno... I haven't been feeling that good since then.

Is it because I didn't help you down there?

YES! I mean, kind of, there were so many things awful about, like rats... And rats eating gem moss that probably didn't even feed them properly... And rats trying to kill me after taking away their gem moss... And rats... And sewers.

That's rough buddy, I probably shouldn't have dipped out like that.

And WHY exactly did you dip out?

I... I'm not gonna lie, I just wasn't feelin' it. I know it's a dumb reason especially since it hurt you alot but that's it, I'm sorry...

It's- it's fine. I understand. I feel like things haven't been going that good, you know? Everyone's been doing their own thing and they don't seem to really care about how badly that mission went and it makes me feel like I'm getting mad for no reason.

What? Of course you got mad for a reason! You literally went through a gross sewer full of rats which you hate for reason- geez now I feel really bad...

Nononono! Making you feel bad for that is the LAST thing I want! You don't have to say sorry for anything, it's done, it's over, we should just bubble this thing, send it away and go back to the temple, watch Indiana Jones and pretend this mission was way cooler than it actually is.

Mmm... I dunno... It doesn't really feel right...

What else are we supposed to do?

Uhh... Raid an abandoned grocery store in the dead of night?

... yeah, yeah that sounds fun!

That's the spirit! Come on, let's get outta here!

Yeah! ... I wonder what this desert rose was even supposed to do?

Who knows and who cares?

Heh, right. Let's get out of here ~in style~!

Heck yeah!

Ahem. And so, me and Amethyst walk out of the castle after their adventure in retrieving the desert rose. The desert seems a little brighter, a little warmer, but in a way that feels comforting, like a warm hug from a friend made of fire. I put my goggles back on, raise my cape, and the two of us disappear into the sunset.

Now that's a good one.

[ladyfawkes]

A Murder of Snows by LadyFawkes Chapter 2/5 - The Toboggan Incident Current word count: 4278 Story Summary:

Cassandra teases Eugene one too many times about his dislike for snow. Rapunzel’s since been made aware of what the main reason is but she doesn’t know many others that Eugene has yet to divulge. He gives at least 5 examples that include reasons for him to loathe these tiny ice crystals. Each story is successively worse than the previous one.

Chapter Two: The Toboggan Incident

One winter some time after Eugene and his friend Arnie had left the orphanage, the pair were trudging along on a comparably nice-ish day. It had snowed an awful lot the prior weekend, but that day, the sun was shining bright. The air wasn’t frigid and as such, Arnie and Eugene each got a bit stir crazy inside their little warm cave setup in the mountainside. Arnie and Eugene were originally going to head into town when they caught sight of a small child struggling with a toboggan. The little girl had been on the mountain a few times over the past several weeks, ever since she’d received the shiny new toboggan at Christmas.

Eugene and Arnie had originally watched and envied the child because of her family and warm home. But they also knew the other local children made fun of her too. This little girl actually walked with a pronounced limp and all of the others refused to play with her based on that one thing alone. Even her elder brother who was supposed to be watching over her, making sure she wouldn’t fall over or injure herself, would often go off with friends his age rather than minding his younger sister. He typically abandoned her to play alone.

And though he couldn’t explain why, Eugene felt….an obligation to watch over this little brunette whenever her brother would ditch her, so she wouldn’t be left alone on the mountain. Arnie wasn’t so sure….at times young Arnie and Eugene marveled at the cruelty of children, no matter their living circumstances.

After about the third time the girl’s brother ditched her, she had spotted Eugene and Arnie in the trees, watching her. The boys fully expected her to yell at them, to chase them off. Even though they wouldn’t dream of bothering her, she hadn’t known that.

“Hulloooo!!” the girl raised a mittened hand, waving grandly as she could with her feet nearly stuck tight in the fresh powder. “I’m Chelsea! What are your names?” Eugene and Arnie momentarily stared at each other in shock. Townie children were typically encouraged by their parents and others to ignore “street urchins” like Arnie and Eugene. It was a minor miracle that this girl was speaking with them so freely.

“Uh, I’m….Flynn?” said Eugene, giving an alias just in case. “And I’m Lance!” replied Arnie, waving his own arm. The pair continued to watch Chelsea for a few more moments.

“Hey, erm, are you stuck in the snow? Did you need some help climbing out?” asked Eugene as he slowly made his way down the slope. The snow slid easily and sections of it would cascade like shiny bits of frozen sand with each step he took. Chelsea held up her arms and looked down at her lower body, now hip-deep in the white powder.

The girl held up her arms and looked down helplessly at her trapped lower body and shrugged in consternation at her predicament. “Yes, please!!”

“C’mere and hold onto the toboggan, Lance,” said Eugene. At that, Arnie made his way down the mountain in Eugene’s trail. Then Arnie stood off to one side and steadied the sled as Eugene instructed Chelsea to grab the line attached to the toboggan and hold tight so it could help tow her out. Then Eugene reached down in the white powder and unstuck one of Chelsea’s feet and then the other, until the little girl was very sloooowly sliding downhill again, this time on her belly and elbows against the toboggan, with her freshly unstuck feet flailing happily behind her as she laughed.

Arnie and Eugene met the girl at the bottom of the slope and Chelsea stood up to her full still-tiny height and unhesitatingly threw her arms around Eugene.

“Oh, thank you, Lance and Flynn!” she said, her voice wavering. “My big brother Joshua is supposed to be minding me buuuuut he would rather be with his own older friends,” sniffled Chelsea. “I guess I can’t blame him. I am an annoying little tagalong. Mum is busy inside with the babies.” Eugene’s face bunched up in a scowl.

“If you were my little sister, I’d never leave you out here alone,” he vowed. “Yeah,” agreed Arnie, “we know too well what dangers can lay in wait up here on the mountain.”

Unhesitatingly, Chelsea brightened up and invited them to stay and play with her that day, working out a way to exchange towing and other similar services for downhill rides on her new toboggan. After an awkward pause, she could tell they were about to turn her down…..when she instead asked them to wait. She limped across the base of the mountain and into a warm-looking cottage a few hundred yards away.

After a few minutes, a plump sweet-looking woman followed Chelsea out the back door. “Mama, this is Flynn and Lance,” she began, “and they helped me out of the snow after Joshua left me alone. I’m sure I would’ve frozen to death!” she held a hand to her forehead dramatically.

Chelsea’s mother took one look at the boys in their worn-out coats, gloves with holes in the fingers, and ground down shoes. They had much more snow caked on all over in places where there shouldn’t be any….yet they hadn’t the proper gear to keep out the snow. The pair felt a bit embarrassed by her scrutiny.

“Thank you for helping Chelsea,” the girl’s mother said seriously. “Any particular reason why you stopped for her?” she quizzed.

Eugene looked at her in confusion. “We were on the mountain. Saw that she was stuck and clearly needed help. We asked, Chelsea said yes, and so we helped her,” he shrugged and said simply.

“So no thought of reward?” asked Chelsea’s mother.

“‘Reward’, ma’am?” Eugene echoed. “We’re only here at Chelsea’s request.” And the little girl nodded rapidly in confirmation.

“I see,” the woman replied, her countenance suddenly brightening considerably. “I’m Mrs. Thurgood. Do you boys know how to start a fire?”

“Uhh….y-yes? Ma’am?” said Eugene, wondering if this was a trick question.

“Then would you do us the very great honor of starting a fire in the outside stove?” She pointed behind and to their right toward a stand-alone brick hearth with a chimney a ways out from the home. “Everything you need -- flint, kindling -- is out there in that wood chest.” Arnie and Eugene proceeded to get a nice roaring fire started and were thawing out when Chelsea came back out of the cottage and said, “I knew she would like you!” Eugene and Arnie were accustomed to being hated and ran off upon first meeting much of the time.

Mrs. Thurgood returned outside, this time with a rather large bundle of winter clothing. “So long as you boys agree to mindin’ my Chelsea today, she says you may share her toboggan and I’ll let you keep this winter gear. Some of the gloves and mittens are missing their mates but if you both can find any items that fit you, you’re welcome to them. Mittens, gloves, mufflers, coats, and boots!”

Eugene and Arnie stared at one another in shock. “Ma’am, we didn’t do this for any reward.”

“Aye, Flynn, is it?” Eugene nodded. “You didn’t seek any reward so that’s why you’re getting one. Besides, these are castoffs, anyway; thus you’re helping me doubly -- this time by decluttering my home.” And the auburn-haired woman winked at them.

The two boys gaped at one another in awe after Mrs. Thurgood turned around to head back inside and Eugene dove for the pile of winter goods. Eugene and Arnie each found a handsome coat and hat. Although most children complained about wearing mufflers, these boys already appreciated just how warm they could be when properly worn.

Turns out that Mrs. Thurgood’s husband was a commissioned officer away at war. Joshua, a teen, could not be disciplined very well without his father around, especially when Mrs. Thurgood had to mind three other children under five years old. She paid the boys in meals and other perks for minding Chelsea and performing simple odd jobs outside while Mr. Thurgood was away. Mrs. Thurgood was such a kind gem, so unlike the other townie women. He and Arnie agreed they would never steal anything from Mrs. Thurgood.

A few weeks after Arnie and Eugene first rescued Chelsea, when the elder boy Joshua had time to stew over the fact that a couple of orphan children were effectively taking his place at home, thereby making him look bad and getting rewarded for it…..

On this clear day, after the weekend of blizzards, Chelsea wasn’t able to go outside with them. But Mrs. Thurgood was just fine with them borrowing and taking turns with the girl’s toboggan for the day, provided they returned it when they were finished. As such, that meant the boys were traipsing further up the mountain that day for longer sled runs. About an hour into their sledding, Eugene and Arnie had set up for another ride down the hill when they heard a whole bunch of shouting above them on the mountain.

Then they heard what seemed like a slipping-whoosh noise, followed by a deep rumbling.

“It sounds like thunder,” Arnie said, while the boys looked up into a crisp blue sky. Not a storm cloud -- nor any cloud, really -- in sight.

Then they heard some super-loud snapping and cracking sounds as the rumbling grew even louder. Finally, they looked upwards of themselves on the slope and they figured out what it was. A thick 10-ft rolling wall of snow came barreling down the mountain and swept away everything in its path. At the last second, in desperation, they turned the toboggan to face up-slope, and turned it upside down while attempting to shield themselves with it against the coming onslaught.

Poor Eugene and Arnie didn’t stand a chance. ~~~~~~~~~~~~((0))~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wait, what?” Cassandra blinked in confusion. “How ever did you and Lance escape the avalanche??”

Again, Eugene nursed his hot cocoa, sipping strategically. “We didn’t,” he answered meaningfully, shrugging off her prying. [Slurrrrp.]

Cass glanced over at Rapunzel; the curly-haired woman threw her hands in the air in exasperation. Rapunzel, who knew that all she had to do was find the correct question, instead asked Eugene, “What happened post-avalanche? Certainly someone dug you out -- you’re sitting here with us now, after all,” the princess reasoned.

“That part I really couldn’t tell you,” Eugene replied. He kissed the back of Rapunzel’s hand. “But let’s see…..I remember cowering under the sled with Lance….and the horrendous thundering noise, the trees snapping like giant matchsticks, being engulfed and tumbling ass-over-teacups in a giant wave of snow.” He wasn’t expecting it, but a chill passed through Eugene as he shuddered at the memory. Briefly, he fell into reverie.

Cassandra wordlessly stood up to take Eugene’s empty mug from him, and surprised everyone by returning it to him with a refill. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

He accepted it from Cassandra gratefully, took a sip….and it helped Eugene far more than he thought it would. “The next thing I knew,” he continued his story, “I woke up in a warm bed with Mrs. Thurgood hovering over me. My left forearm was broken and splinted and I’d been knocked out and unconscious for the previous three days, apparently. The theory was that the toboggan probably smacked me on the arm and maybe side of the head during our tumble. I had a humdinger of a laceration in my scalp that required 20 stitches. Lance’s foot had caught a tree trunk on the way down the mountain and he got laid up too.”

“Whoa,” Rapunzel whispered. “So….do you…..do you have any idea what caused that avalanche?” she inquired timorously.

At that, Eugene’s expression darkened immediately from slightly sullen to downright pissed off. “Oh, we know exactly who caused it and why they did it,” he growled.

Cassandra was still in her rather relentless “poke the bear” mode of curiosity and thus kept egging him on. Though she wasn’t that great with emotions, instinct told her that she was doing the right thing by carefully encouraging Eugene to spill the tea with Rapunzel’s assurances.

“Do tell,” Cass spoke up, “is it anyone I know personally who caused it? If so, whose ass do I need to kick next week when we’re back in Corona?” She punched a fist into her palm.

Eugene’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise.

“What?” Cass asked after an awkward pause. “Nobody can mess with you but me,” she simply shrugged, cocking a hip and folding her arms in defiance.

Eugene’s eyes darted downward and he unsuccessfully smothered a grin with a hand that flew up to cover his mouth. He wasn’t accustomed to anyone being actively protective of him except for Rapunzel. Especially not over something that happened to him around 15 years ago…

He sighed, this time without rancor. “Remember Chelsea’s elder brother, Joshua?” Eugene asked as both women nodded. “Turns out he and a few of his best buddies were out to teach Lance and I a lesson for ‘messing with his family’, i.e. actually being responsible, minding Chelsea, and doing odd jobs for Mrs. Thurgood. So ol’ Joshie and his buddies decided that since we’d be flying solo without Chelsea that day, it’d be the perfect opportunity to bury their competition. Literally.”

Rapunzel and Cassandra gaped openly at him, this latest news was what they considered most shocking of all.

“.....what?” Eugene asked quietly, suddenly finding himself massively self-conscious due to their scrutiny. “As a kid on the streets, you get used to unmitigated hate from practically everyone,” he half-shrugged. Cass looked Eugene hard in the eye. On the flip side, Rapunzel’s eyes looked shiny with tears. She beckoned her beloved to switch from his place on the poufy chair and snuggle with her on the poufy loveseat instead.

Otherwise Eugene had just emigrated from the No. 1 Spot to the No. 2 Spot in the place. He was still good…..really, really good, especially with Rapunzel slipping her arm behind his back, somewhere between his shirt and his doublet. Then she leaned right in against him and with both her arms snaked around his waist, Rapunzel smooshed up against him that much closer by hooking her thumbs through the opposite sides of Eugene’s belt loop. Typically, that would be a nookie signal from her...but at this time….as she took turns stroking his arm and hooking her thumb through his belt loop….he could sense that she felt bad for him.

Eugene glanced up again at Cassandra, who by now had raised her booted foot upon an ottoman and was sipping her own hot cocoa, studying him with renewed scrutiny.

And although Eugene usually liked a lot of attention, his goal was to be admired through said attention -- not pitied. If there was even a hint of pity, it made him squirm. His hands subconsciously balled into fists. Rapunzel’s head lifted off his chest and she said, “Your heart sped up. What is it?”

Eugene clamped his jaw tight shut for a few seconds before blurting, “Okay, see this? The way you two are looking at me, right now….” The two girls tried to share a glance without his noticing.

“What way?” asked Rapunzel innocently. “What look?” demanded Cass simultaneously with forced nonchalance.

Eugene groaned and his face fell into his hands. Out of the blue, Cassandra asked, “When was the last time you talked about your past this way?”

“Lessee,” Eugene took his head out of his hands using a finger to tap his lip and pretended to consider. “Uhm, approximately never,” he answered forcefully, his arms folding stoutly in front of himself, as if he were directly challenging her .

“Easy, whoa, Fitzcowboy,” said Cassandra as she cautiously held out her hands in front of herself. “I’m not trying to provoke you. It was an honest question.”

“No wonder this is so hard for you,” Rapunzel said, “if you’ve never told anyone about this stuff before.” She kissed his upper arm and nuzzled into it.

“I...guess I never thought about it before,” Eugene replied softly, his face dropping into his hands. “I just don’t want anybody to pity me. I can’t stand pity.” Cassandra and Rapunzel exchanged a look of incredulity. Cass urged Rapunzel to keep Eugene talking.

Rapunzel reached up and touched Eugene’s cheek. “Is that why you stopped mentioning most of your past? It was after Cass first started mocking you, wasn't it?” Eugene pressed his lips together and stayed silent while further burying his face in his hands; Cassandra swallowed hard, visibly sank ,and looked sideways toward the floor under Rapunzel’s careful gaze.

“I…..I suppose I might have misjudged you, as a person….” glancing back at Rapunzel out of the corner of her eye, the blonde woman egged her on. Cass clenched her jaw and mumbled, “....even more harshly than I originally thought.”

A very stunned Eugene slowly came out from behind his hands to stare at Cassandra. She was studiously trying (and failing) to ignore his own gaze. Again, Rapunzel urged Cass to just….spill the tea already.

“The past few weeks, Fitzherbert, you’ve made it increasingly difficult for me to find reasons to despise you. First, you haul off in the middle of a cursed blizzard to rescue the King and Queen. Second, even though you and the other guys were waiting for Rapunzel’s blessing to go, something tells me that you would’ve found a way to leave anyway, had she refused you. Third….just these past two stories of yours alone let me know you’ve got every reason to loathe snow; yet just weeks ago, you hauled off in a blizzard, were hit by an avalanche, and fell off a mountain, all in one trip. And yet fourth -- here you are with us in the mountains during winter.” Finally, Cassandra paused and said, “I don’t know that I could personally keep subjecting myself to what amounts to my own worst fear at such a level.”

For a few seconds, Eugene studied the dark-haired young woman. The past several minutes, she’d spoken more kindly to him than she had during the prior several months since they’d met combined. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. Good thing Rapunzel knew.

“Would you two just call a truce, already??” Rapunzel demanded impatiently, causing both Eugene and Cassandra to grin warmly, and glance away from each other self-consciously in spite of themselves.

“How can we possibly say no to that?” Eugene shrugged. “Search me,” Cass replied, as she walked across the room. She and Eugene shared the secret truce handshake that Rapunzel had taught them at the beginning of their friendship.

“I suppose that means it’s time for story No. 3,” continued Eugene. “This time, we’re back at the orphanage….”