#y’all stay stressing me out and I just wanted to watch a cartoon

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Why are so many shows....so dark and nihilistic now.

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Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.)

Inspired by: The living tombstone

You woke to excessive yelling, turning over and pushing the pillow over your face groaning. The voice got louder and you felt a pair of hands shake you awake, throwing the pillow at them you found that it was Toby. He let out an abrupt gasp and continued to jump around the hotel room. You understood why he was so excited, it was the first day of your trip to Disney world after all.

I know it seems unconventional but you had managed to convince slender to let you guys go. Obviously it was on Halloween weekend, the only time they could go into the parks without being questioned for their looks. That day you would all be going to Epcot.

Masky was probably the most excited about that park even though he had an expressionless face on the ride there. He had been so against going, at least it seemed like it. But you saw him putting ciggarates in a fanny pack when getting ready to leave.

Smiling fondly at the memory you got up and dressed. After breakfast you all drove to the park, seeing the Halloween decorations in orange and black with the shapes of Mickey Mouse. You groaned at the bickering going on in the third row of seats with Jeff and E.J, who was trying to convince Jeff to leave his knife in the car.

“They’ll stop you at security” you called back to him.

“I can hide it” he protested.

“Jeff they have literal metal detectors” E.J rebutted.

“What if I put it in my pants” he said smartly.

“NO” you yelled. After a death glare and a small tug of war between him and E.J he left it. He walked at the back of the group, slumping with his hands in his hoodie pocket. At the entrance the whole crowd was met with “oohs” and compliments about your “costumes”.

There was so much to do, but Hoodie (secretly Masky too) and BEN wanted to go to Spaceship earth. They were all so amazed on how there was a ride inside of the Epcot ball.

“It’s an XXL golf ball” BEN kept saying, convinced that there was nothing inside. There wasn’t much wait but since you were all a big crowd it took a bit to get in. Slender had the hardest time getting in the cart, he had to crouch excessively to fit. You rode with BEN, who was really excited at first because he thought there was going to be a drop but it turned out bore him. He thought it was going too slow, and so he had the bright idea to tamper with the manuals. “Time to spice things up” he said rubbing his hands maliciously. At one point all the carts started spinning, he lifted his hands and “wheeed”. You could hear Sally yelling from the back with Slender holding her in the seat since there was no restraints. At the end he scolded Ben, rushing him out of there as the cast members apologized for the inexplicable inconvenience.

He came out of there with a proud grin, cackling as he pointed out the dumbfounded face E.J made in the picture and the one with Jeff with his tongue out. The smiling killer joined him, watching Toby spin from the dizziness- it was pretty funny though.

Slender admired the late October scenery until Sally pulled him into a stand and graced him with a Mickey Mouse hat. Jeff was yet another unfortunate victim of Sally’s plan, wearing the mickey ears that had a pastel veil. BEN was throwing fits of giggles at this, but you knew Jeff was fucking insecure so you put on ears along with Sally.

The first country you stopped at was Mexico, where you went inside the pyramid. Jeff traded his ears for a big Mexican hat, Ben too. They played with the maracas while Toby, Sally and Hoodie went into the glass shop. It was a recipe for disaster, but you followed regardless. Sally tried on every. Single. Princess crown while Toby looked at the glass pieces a bit too closely. He started ticking while holding one, even though the sign said not to touch them. It flew across the store and collided with a whole other shelf, all of them broke and he started apologizing furiously as Slender messed the employees’ mind to make him forget about the accident.

He had to pull Toby out of the store and drag him to the boat ride, you patted him on the back daringly as he had the guiltiest look. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for slender to go on the boat ride, he was far too tall and had to bend his knees to look like a grasshopper while Sally smiled and sung along with the cartoon characters. When you got off you could hear Slender mumbling something about his back.

Norway didn’t have much to do but Sally begged to go on the Elsa ride, Hoodie accompanied her happily. Toby as well, but he was really enthusiastic about the songs- he knew all of them. Him and Sally harmonized during the chorus for “let it go”. Since there were a shit ton of little kids there L.J was about to combust. Surprisingly he stayed super silent with occasional grumbles, making mental notes for when he got out of the park. He had to ditch the group to shop for Candy, which he found in China.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with the Zodiac garden there, watching the beautiful plants in the morning sun. Masky tried to relax by watching the show inside the pavillion but Toby caught up to him. He really couldn’t sit still and Masky had to scold him for sitting on the rail he wasn’t supposed to sit on. After, you found E.J playing with Sally with the marionettes and BEN with a cup of Boba. He seemed to be enjoying it- a lot. It was the funniest thing to watch him suck up all the tapioca stuck in the ice, his cheeks got super red and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Jeff was gladly giving Toby his Mickey Mouse ears. In the afternoon you moved to Italy, where L.J was getting complimented for his “stilts”. There wasn’t much to do in Germany or America so you guys went to Japan. Laughing Jack was a lost cause, going straight for the candy while Jeff was mesmerized by the samurai swords. He was looking around to see if he could steal one, but how in the world would he hide that- definitely not in his pants. You caught on quick.

“Just ONE” he pleaded with you as you pulled him away from the glass. “Don’t do this to meeee” he screeched at you like a starved man asking for food.

Trying to throw hands and hit you while you grasped onto his hoodie. You managed to bring him with you as you walked out of the store. Passing by Masky who was trying to get away from Toby- he was fanning masky with those big fans. Jeff sat sourly as you ordered food, a stressed Masky came soon after. He was glad to have some quiet from the ruckus outside, enjoying a meal with you. When he was done he went outside to have a smoke from his fanny pack.

Going back to the store with Jeff on a tight leash AWAY from the swords you found Sally playing with the plushies and L.J taking packs and packs of candy. You stood and stared at him as he loaded up on the strawberry gummies. “What?” He deadpanned as a few fell down from his pile. You just laughed and helped him hold some of them, putting them in your backpack and walking out of the store because- y’all are criminals, and you steal.

It was now late afternoon, and you only had a few countries left to complete the full round of the park. Toby got lost in France, you all spent about twenty minutes looking for him and apparently Slender too who disappeared soon after. Then out of some room came one of them.

“where where you?” Jane asked.

Slender stepped forward “at the show, there were some magnificent castles and I think I’ll have to visit. Maybe even take ideas for house redecoration” he nodded.

Then out of nowhere appeared a cast member holding the hand of one shaking Toby, whose eyes were puffy and cheeks red. “Did you lose this little boy” she asked slender, he shook his head yes and gave a sigh.

The lady was in absolute awe of the group, especially daddy dilf slender. “How IS it that you see through that mask” she mused, taking slender’s head in her hands even though he was super tall. Her mouth was open as she pulled him super close to observe his (non-existent) face. BEN was snickering and you looked back and forth to see slender pretty flustered at the lady’s proximity.

“Leave him alone” Jane smacked BEN behind his head and took him by the ear. You followed them to the U.K. She threw him in one of the phone booths and held the door so he couldn’t escape. You could hear him complain from inside “let me outttt” he said muffled. Jeff caught up and went into the one on the opposite side, playing with the buttons on the dial. When Slender came back he took out a Camera to snap pictures of BEN and Jeff. You stood to the side while he did, obviously both of them didn’t notice. They were pretty candid and when they saw what was happening they ran out of there, only to have their spaces replaced with Sally and E.J, who had to pose with her for the picture.

The sun was starting to set and you guys only had a couple things left to do, one of which Jeff almost exploded in wait for. He wanted to try test track so bad, the line was gruesome and he tapped his foot impatiently in wait. BEN kept tampering with the car parts on display, making doors open and lights flash in boredom. Toby waited outside with Slender because he had anxiety around going too fast in a car and possibly reliving trauma. Jeff, on the other hand, was so excited when it was finally time to go on. He let you sit next to him in the front with BEN in the back. The ride was entertaining sure but the best part was probably Jeff’s face at the end. The car went so fast that Jeff’s cheeks were pushed back with the wind, stretching out his carved smile and flapping as he waved his hands in the air.

Then when it ended he wanted to steal one of the cars from the display.

“I can turn it on and take the safety off” BEN tuned in cheekily.

“Yessss” Jeff said with a fist pump, “which one should we get?” He asked.

“The red one” BEN decided.

“Guys nonononon” you tried complaining but they were dedicated.

“Stop complaining” BEN said, distracting you while Jeff snuck up on you from behind. Covering your mouth with his hand and restraining your arms with another “This is for not letting me take that knife”.

Picking you up and throwing you in the backseat of the car before revving the engine. With tears of joy in your eyes you saw Slender appear in the rear mirror of the car, tendrils waving around in fury. If BEN wasn’t dead yet he would definetly be now, Jeff turned paler than usual. Thank goodness he saw what was going on. They were about to drive off in one of those Toyotas- forget about mass murder, they were about to commit grand theft auto.

Next was the Nemo ride, but BEN was absolutely petrified of being near water so he waited outside with Slender-who very much could not fit in that shell car as much as he tried. Sally really liked it, she went with Toby and you went with Jane. Masky and Hoodie went together. Needless to say all of you enjoyed it very much, and the aquarium after was great too. Jane sat where she could watch the Dolphins and you could hear Toby and Sally’s footsteps running around from tank to tank.

“Do you think Slender will let me take a shark home?” He asked Masky, who told him no. But when they were outside Toby went straight to Slender. “Can I take a pet home?” He pleaded. Slender gave him a strict no but Toby continued to beg, “how about a seahorse?”, “not even a starfish?”. He got shot down but quickly recovered when you guys went to Soarin.

All of them- they loved flying. Even through it was just a ride, it was exhilarating. Passing through the sea and waterfalls, even the castles where Slender would have smiled at (if he had a mouth). Toby yelled like a mother fucker the whole time, luckily Masky was sitting next to you and hoodie- away from earshot. Jeff got the bad end of his shouting, making a face like he was about to murder poor Toby. But the brunette was so distracted by the lights and scenery he didn’t notice. E.J was pretty fascinated too, the height scared him a bit- he was used to being on the ground. Then you all shared some food from the cafeteria and went outside to watch the light show from Canada.

It was such a nice moment, with the sun already set and a hazy glow lingering in the air. You took a deep breath in, the ambiance felt like something unreal. The Epcot ball was illuminated by purplish lights in the background and across the lake you could see all the countries monuments lined with white lights. Slender had Sally on his shoulders so she could take in the view. It made you so happy to be with all of them in an instance like this. You looked back to find L.J eating his candy. With BEN and Hoodie next to you, Masky was leaning on the railing with his elbows next to E.J. and Toby was about to fall asleep. He got pretty startled when the fireworks started, but Sally’s eyes lit up with happiness. She cheered as you watched the group, it was such a kindling time with them. You couldn’t wait for the next day of the trip.

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My favourite animated shows on Netflix

Hi y’all! Hope everyone is doing well and staying safe☺️ bc uni is soooo stressful I have been coping by rewatching some of my fav cartoons on Netflix and I thought I’d share! It’s a small list so if anyone has any recommendations leave a comment or send me a message!! (I’m not including any animes bc otherwise we would be here all day)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (my literal fav show ever) (3 seasons, 61 episodes)

I can’t even begin to describe how absolutely amazing this show is. I have been doing an annual rewatch of ATLA for just over a decade now, and I love it. I’m pretty sure most people are familiar with the show but for those are you who are not, it is set in a world where people can control the elements and the avatar is the only one that can master all 4 and keeps in the peace in the world. After the fire nation starts a war to basically take over the world, the avatar mysteriously vanishes and is discovered 100 years later by 2 siblings. This follows their journey as the avatar must learn to master all of the elements and bring peace to the world once again. This is a really trash summary but the overall premise, characters, THE SOUND TRACK, and literally aspect of this show is phenomenal and I can’t recommend it enough. If you like this one, the second series Legend of Korra is also amazing, sadly it was taken of Netflix for my region tho.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (8 seasons, 76 episodes)

Giant robotic space lions. That’s the show. Just ur average ragtag squad fighting to protect the galaxy from evil alien invasion... with giant space lions. I went into this show knowing very little and really I think that made me enjoy it more. The characters are fantastic and the world is so much fun. This show made me laugh and cry and cheer, it really deserves all the hype it got when it was airing (maybe not the last season tho.. don’t come for me plz). The fights scenes were so sick and this show was just honestly so good plz watch it.

Miraculous Ladybug (77 episodes on Netflix +1 of the movies, on-going)

Oh boy here we go. This cartoon originally aired in France, but got soooo popular that its now dubbed in 5 languages on Netflix. I watched both the English and French versions as French is my second language and it helps to keep my comprehension skills intact (both versions are 👌👌). The show follows 2 high schools students who were chosen to protect Paris from evil. This crime fighting duo work together as Ladybug and Cat Noir, but must keep their identities a secret, even from each other. You can imagine what kind of situations this leads to 😂. This show is so creative and precious, it’s really cute but can also pull at your emotions which really surprised me. The characters are 10/10 and the love fricken square makes you want to pull your hair out but I am sooooo invested at this point. Netflix has the episodes in a really funky or so I suggest reading some Reddit posts or consulting TikTok/youtube to find the best order.

The Dragon Prince (27 episodes, on-going)

Honestly the animation style is what originally drew me to the show, but I stayed for the adorable characters and their adventures. The animation is gorgeous I really enjoy the direction they took the art style for this show! The characters are also sooo cute and everyone has their own little mission or back story, it’s just a fun adventure show with magic and a whole bunch of fun creatures. The very simplified summary is that 2 brothers (princes) end up having to go on adventure to protect the egg of the dragon prince and return it to its mother to bring peace to their land. It kinda ended?? But I think it’s been picked up for a whole ass saga so I highly recommend checking it out.

Pokémon: Indigo league (52 episodes on Netflix, 80 eps total)

Okay this one is a little controversial because I’m pretty sure it’s technically considered anime but this shit was my childhood. Whenever I don’t know what to watch or need something playing in the background I always put on indigo league. It just brings back that nostalgia and I love it so much. If you have not watched this already or are look for a little nostalgia, indigo league is for you.

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Wicked Child | Feeding Habits #2

Hey People of Earth!

I’m back with another writing update for Feeding Habits (Moth Work #2) at last!

A few things since the last update: this project is 100% going to be a novel and also has a title (Feeding Habits)!

Chapter two has been sort of strange to write as I actually had written a majority of it before starting over after realizing the events I’d written needed to happen later. This is why it’s taken me a while to update on this book, but I’ve finally completed the chapter and am now here to share it with y’all! 

Here’s a scene breakdown of this chapter, which is probably the longest chapter I’ve written in years (6300 words). Buckle up, this update is THICC.  TW: lots of religious content in this one.

Scene A: 

We go through Lonan’s lonely morning routine (lol) that’s interrupted by Anya, a neighbour he vaguely recognizes. She’s there to take him up to her apartment to paint her kitchen as her husband is away and can’t do it, a plan he was not aware of! (Eliza’s voluntold him to hopefully distract him from wanting to help his friend which is outlined in update #1). 

Scene B:

Anya dips before the scene starts to grab some extra supplies to make Lonan some sourdough so Lonan is tasked with watching her young son Joey while he tapes up the baseboards. This is where the “wicked child” aspect of this chapter comes in as he compares the wickedness he feels he and others in his life possess to the full innocence of Joey.

Scene C:

Anya gets back from running errands and at first, seems to be a *chill mom* but as she and Lonan interact more, we get to see that something isn’t fully right with her. From some observation, Lonan finally figures out Anya’s husband is actually dead and she’s struggling with grief.

Scene D:

Lonan is back in his apartment, filling up his bathroom sink. We know from Moth Work that one of Lonan’s hobbies is holding his breath underwater, and he does this in this scene to think. In the middle of this ritual, Eliza gets home and speaks to him as she unwinds, reading rather cryptic notes from fortune cookies she’s brought home with takeout.

Scene E:

Unbeknownst to her, Lonan’s not staying for dinner as Anya invited him to her place as a thank you! However this news doesn't break well and the two bicker until they’re both successfully upset.

Scene F:

Instead of going to Anya’s for dinner, Lonan finds himself at a church confessional. He stumbles through reconciliation in a bit of a haze and eventually heads outside where a concerned mother and her two kids ask if something’s wrong. His thoughts from scene D overwhelm him and he eventually sort of gives himself up to the moment in a bit of a chokehold with the sun.

Though this chapter took a while, I’m happy with the threads I introduced and really got to see Lonan’s mind at this point in time--a sort of lonely state of living. There’s also a lot of religion related stuff in this chapter which is always interesting to write as someone who grew up Catholic, and I was surprised at how pertinent these themes are in this book.

Excerpts:

Here’s the opening bit:

The next morning, Eliza leaves two energy shots on the counter for him, along with a slice of sourdough she bought from the bakery across the street. Both sit on a breakfast tray, room temperature from sitting out too long, icebergs of ginger floating along the glass’s surface, butter on the bread gone pallid and spongy. Next to it, she’s left a note, as she usually does: green casserole in the fridge, running low on OJ.

Lonan retrieves the television remote from the nook between the knife block and flicks the TV to life as he drinks the first shot. Gingerroot—and this morning, a new addition, carrot stems—mush against his incisors, and he swallows just as the TV brightens to an image of some amphibian, a leafy looking treefrog. The crank of their calls bulge like each red eye, the familiar husk of narration outlining the workings of mating. Lonan scoops up the second shot with his pinky and the saucer of sourdough with his index finger and thumb, takes both to the couch where he sits.

Classic Lonan (TM) interaction:

He’s mid chewing the stale crust when he opens the door, expecting a package delivery, an unaddressed sympathy card. Instead, a woman stands in the door, her hair damp and smelling like the coconut salve Eliza rubs onto her kneecaps. He recognizes her face in a fleeting, neighbour-like way, someone he might’ve held the door open for, or let step off the elevator first.

“Breakfast?” She points to the crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Lonan swallows the remainder of the sourdough quickly, combing off the crumb with a shallow smile.            

“Sourdough.”

“Did you make it yourself?”

“It’s probably from the back of our medicine cabinet.”

The woman laughs at this, though he’s not fully meant for it to be a joke. 

Apparently a new motif in this book is the word stunning that both serves as a descriptor for something magnificent/dazzling and the process of subduing an animal (love being heavy handed about this lmao):

She peers at their half-bloody kitchen wall. “You’re doing red?”

“Eliza’s vegetarian.” At the woman’s blank stare, he turns to look at the wall, examining each plane of his throat as hot embarrassment makes him red like the paint. “Her favourite colour. We’re trying something new. Avant garde.” All things he’s heard Eliza say.

“That’s unique. Very. So unique,” she says, adding, “It’s so kind of you to offer some help while you’re in the middle of painting your own kitchen. When Eliza told me about your offer, I danced in my living room. Is that weird? I danced because I’m going to have a green kitchen—a green one.”

Lonan nods, and steps farther back into the apartment, toward the stack of paint rollers, one of many rolls of tape. “Of course,” he says.

“It makes you feel alive,” the woman says. He forgets what she’s referring to, doesn’t know her name, only vague details like the jeweled bangles she wears on one wrist, the shiny cast of hair gel stirruped around her curls, her teeth, white, like the canines of a wolf. But she doesn’t seem to notice, a starriness in her gaze as she says, “The paint. The green. It’s stunning. Isn’t it?”

Anya’s initial dialogue is some of my favourite I’ve written. Probably because of the moon mention lol. Also Joey’s just chillin and I love him for that!!

The woman’s name is Anya, and she lives three floors up. He finds this out at the same time he finds out Eliza offered to paint her kitchen on his behalf, though what Anya says sounds more like “When Eliza told me you’d paint the wall, I could’ve—what is that saying? I could’ve jumped over the moon. I would’ve. The entire thing. All its phases.”

Anya’s got a toddler named Joey. He’s turning two next month, a little boy with a curly halo for hair, two dimples Lonan sees whenever he glances up from his tape-job of the baseboards. Joey eats apple slices dipped in almond butter and watches cartoons with both feet propped onto the couch cushion, too short to dangle down. Ever so often, he laughs, a shimmery sound, like the inside of a snow globe. Lonan half-watches him, as Anya’s asked—He’s good, don’t stress—if he cries, he wants you to turn up the TV—because she’s out of bread flour and insists on making Lonan two loaves of sourdough.

Some Joey:

“Joey’s good, isn’t he?” she asks, her fingers curving around the tape company’s logo. Lonan inhales. Anya smells like Eliza sometimes does, vaguely floral, like jasmine, or cherry blossoms. “Children are little blessings. Powerful little blessings.”

Of course, he should say. There’s no other way to describe a child—he’s a blissful little thing, his only purpose to keep his feet in his two-inch socks, to stare wistfully at a television like it’s telling his fortune in a language of pictures. Of course a child is a blessing—soft cheeks like the belly of bread dough, pinchable, kissable, thumbable, hands dipped into glittery tempera paint and fingers that make chicken scratches that will never be anything but art. Of course, he should say. He knows that, he should say. But Lonan’s vision fuzzes. He sees little of the TV colours projected on the walls like a hypnotic, technicolour exorcism; he doesn’t remember what it’s like to be that small, what it’s like to have his hands expand right in front of him, like seedlings. 

Here’s the title drop ft. a rewritten Bible verse (Revelation 21:8):

He wants to believe children are always powerful little blessings that stay good. He doesn’t know why he doubts her. Joey is just this—a blessing on her couch, smiling at a screen because it’s all he needs to do. But he knows better, knows the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable exist, where they all live, and how they all start—as little blessings. He’s met murderers, liars, sorcerers in the shape of his father, sisters, mothers, all the wicked things that emerge from their second deaths unscathed. He doesn’t know what makes a child wicked. If he is one. If he’s been one. How many wicked children he knows. 

Eliza hasn’t returned any of Lonan’s phone calls since he tried dialling somewhere between the first and last half of the wall. It’s obvious Anya knows he wasn’t aware of the plan, which is why every few minutes, she states new reasons for her forgetfulness with the time. “Eliza ran into me in the hallway, and I’m so bad at hallways,” she said, while rolling the dough between her knuckles. “So many turns.” Brushing her benchtop with more flour: “Time as a mother is such a commodity. It’s like, what’s the down payment for five minutes alone? But Joey’s worth it. Joey’s always worth it. He’s just magnificent. Can’t stay away from magnificence.”

More interactions I adore:

“You want some OJ?”

Lonan looks up from the paint blankly, focusing on Anya in an embarrassingly slow haze. “What?”

Anya reaches over to the fridge and tugs on its stainless-steel handle. It gives with a haunted sound, a subtle sort of groaning, and emerges with a glass bottle of orange juice.

“OJ,” she says, and shakes the bottle so the liquid froths.

“Oh,” he says. Green casserole in the fridge. Running low on OJ. “We’re low on that.”

Okay sorry but I’m so in love with Anya and Lonan’s interactions lol:

“Where are you from again?” She undoes her apron from the back with one hand. It falls, a lilac clump, onto the tile, and she leaves it there, only nudging it slightly with her toe.

Her eyes are golden too. Everything in her apartment. Even the silver parts are somehow gold. How much she could pawn off for eyes like those, like individual buttons of solid gold. Anya squints, and there the gold goes, focusing on him until she leans forward and plucks a strand of hair from his jaw. It sags with green paint, and before he blinks, she’s clipped it with a pair of kitchen shears.

“You got some paint on you.”

“Oregon,” he says. “Boston. New York.”

“What?”

“You asked where I’m from.”

Anya pockets his hair. He’s sure it’s a subconscious tick—she hasn’t even realized—but still, he wonders what she’ll do with it. If she’ll send it somewhere to get scanned, bagged, tested. How much you can find out about someone with just a nib of hair.

“That’s a lot of places,” she says. “You’re basically transcontinental.”

From her pocket, Anya’s hand twitches. He wonders what she’s doing, if she’s touching the hair, or flaking off its paint, or simply flattening out her pocket.

“Are you going to clone me?” He gestures to her pocket.

Anya doesn’t look.

“I could.”

“Why?”

“You paint walls fast. You’ve got nice hair.”

“Do you collect hair?”

“Just from the people I like.”

We get to see Anya unravel a little here as she and Lonan share a drink:

He’s always been good at watching. This is what he does as Anya pulls a miniature bottle of a deep amber liquid from her fridge along with the orange juice, mixing them together so what he pushes toward him smells like ammonia. She drinks half, an easiness as she swallows, and then slides the glass to him.

He leaves it there for a while. He watches Joey, how he claps when more animals show up on screen and gets quiet during the wrangle of commercials. He’s gold just like his mother, with a gap tooth that matches the man’s who grins in every photo hung neatly on the walls. A face he doesn’t remember, not even in the hazy slots he reserves for what he remembers working the hardware store. No evidence of him anywhere else, the shoes on the front mat only women’s heels or child-sized sneakers. One hook that holds one set of keys. Only the photographs.

“Where is your husband right now?” he asks. One wine glass in the sink. One coffee mug. One saucer.

“Businessman. Very busy.”

“I don’t remember him coming into the store.”

Anya takes another sip of the orange juice even though it’s Lonan’s turn to drink. Anya looks at Joey, a desperate fondness that answers Lonan’s question for him. She looks at him like she’s searching for the face of the man in the pictures, searching because she hasn’t seen it in years.

Anya really unravelling:

Anya’s face is bloated and red, a soreness in her eyes like she needs to blink but can’t. Lonan instinctually reaches for her hand, and it’s then that he notices it—two wedding bands on her ring finger. Her fingertips jolt him, but her palms are warm, the skin there taut, like she’s been clutching it for years.

“I thought the wall would help. Green means new life. Doesn’t it? I read that in a magazine. That it brings new life, I mean. New beginnings. New, new, new.”

Lonan getting existential ft. the first Harrison mention so far tho I’ll probably cut it because I want it to be a little more impactful and also half of this makes no sense oops:

His father is a dead man. Just like Anya’s husband is a dead man. Lonan knows so many dead men. Some that matter more than others, some names he revisits sometimes at the graveyard when Eliza thinks he’s out to run an errand as innocent as replacing a bad container of cottage cheese. He knows of men who are dead but still living, like Harrison’s father who no longer exists as a person in his dimension, but a corpse, hanging around in unnecessary things like a last name, an eye colour. Beyond men, he knows of many other dead things: dead pets, dead street names, dead countries, dead houseplants, dead first ladies.

He knows what a dead father does, what a dead heart does, that these things are meant to die—an inevitable thing; a sort of giving up of flesh, burying, toiling into new soil.

This is basically a monologue:

Lonan is in love with Eliza. He always has been. He always will be. There is nothing better than being in love with Eliza. There is nothing wrong with being in love with Eliza. There is no reason to not be in love with Eliza. Eliza is intelligent. Eliza is driven. Eliza is sensitive. Eliza tries to listen. Eliza knows how to take care of him. Eliza knows how to spell words like zolpidem, wears lipstick in the shade Very Vermillion and is delighted when it rubs onto her teeth. Eliza is lucky. Eliza is hypnotic. Eliza is a holy woman, a sacred woman, a careful woman, a wicked woman. 

Lonan gulps water. Too much to keep himself controlled; he sputters, splatters the mirror. He hooks his fingers over his waterline, tugging until water falls out. He paces, chews his palms like Anya did, and steadies himself slowly from the counter to the tile. He is a wicked child. Eliza is a wicked child. Everyone he knows—all wicked children.          

“Accept what comes to you each day,” Eliza says, which means she’s opened three of four of the cookies. “That’s truthful. That’s raw. That’s all you need to do.”

Some Eliza dialogue I like in reply to Lonan’s statement that he can’t do things since she bars him from driving:

“You don’t need a car to do things, Lonan.” She stirs her bowl of congee, the plastic spoon scraping against the Styrofoam. “You need hobbies. Like cross stitch. Pickling. Painting neighbours’ walls.”

Lonan and Eliza being Lonan and Eliza:

Lonan secures his fingers around the tin of madeleines and shifts once more, only for her to mimic his movement. They dance like this for a moment—his shuffle left matched by her shuffle left, his step up matched by her own. More of her mascara has smudged from where she unclumped her lashes, a lazy slash of colour like a samurai belt. Even their stares match each other—as he bores through her with a nimble focus like it’ll move her somehow, she does the same.

Here’s a line I like:

As she reddens, he adds this to his list of synonyms for baptism: to tame. 

Here’s an excerpt featuring self indulgence and proof I miss Harrison:

The confessional smells rank, like rotting paper and expired cologne, all of its corners seedy with overuse. Scratches mar the fabric he rests his elbows on, like someone clawed into it while reliving their sins, track marks on the floor from a rainy day. He can’t imagine anyone else but him in this small box, caged in by the lattice, mumbling incoherent sins to the priest he hasn’t even committed. Stealing a set of glass eyeballs from a garage sale. Forgetting his wedding anniversary. Missing Easter Sunday mass to go whale watching. He doesn’t sign himself at the right times or speak at the right times or thank the priest at the right times. He lies when he’s asked if he’s lied since his last confession. He mentions nothing of drinking with Anya, of not saving the sheep or the bunnies even though he knew the outcome of their lives without finishing the program. Of being a wicked child, of knowing wicked children, of not knowing the difference between wickedness and innocence, and which one he learned first. He says his name is Luka. He works at a law firm. He’s married to a Harriet, a seamstress or a stock broker or an antiques trader—he doesn’t know. He likes golfing, parcheesi, drinking martinis on yachts. He’s never overindulged, he’s loyal to his woman, he wants three kids and a house with finished floors and no neighbours. He’s a good father, a gentle father, a careful father, no wickedness, just an empty shell of goodness, like a father should be. His father is retired, and visits him on weekends—they play checkers, paint birdhouses, keep a distance but toast with spirits he can’t pronounce. Everything is good—it’s all good, all good. That’s not a sin, the priest should say but they laugh—it’s good to be good. Children are good, marriage is good, fathers are good, everything an iteration of good. By the time his confession is over and he’s well on his way out of the church mumbling I am heartily sorry, he believes his lies are true—he’s absolved into someone new, Luka married to Harriet, three kids, an empty shell, dreamily stumbling through a house with finished floors that’s actually just the sidewalk until a woman passing by with a two small children has to help him sit on the curb.

This image gives me Forever & Ever More by Nothing But Thieves vibes (music video was def inspo):

She asks if he needs something to drink, if he needs someone to call, and emerges with a half-empty bottle of sparkling water and a cell phone. She asks what’s wrong with his eye, and he doesn’t know what’s wrong with anything—with eyes, with children, with sins, with confessions, with baptisms, with orange juice, with madeleines, with wickedness, with practicing how long he can breathe underwater because he knows it’s possible just like walking on it.

One of the children, hair pulled into two plaits secured with pearlescent butterfly bobbles, pokes at her mother and asks if he’s crazy. Her mother shushes her at the same time her older sister shows him a cool trick she learned with a toy convertible. Its wheels whir. Lonan gasps. The girl says, “Even crazy people think I’m gifted,” and wheels the car again. People stop to watch. Church bells gong an elegy he’s sure he’s heard before. The woman’s sparkling water dribbles from his mouth and dampens his dress shirt. Sun eclipses his face and eats at his throat like a parasite, like it knows all the unclean things about him, a watcher, an eyeball, a scorching little thing that bullets through his neck like the tooth of a wolf. The woman shushes her children and asks if he’s got a health problem, a drug problem, any problem, and he could say yes to all three but instead keeps repeating I am heartily sorry, I am heartily sorry. And when she does call someone, no one he knows, he leans against the cool pavement, cranes his neck to the sky, and parts his lips so the sunlight fills his mouth.

So that’s it for this update! I haven’t really been drafting lately, but I hope I can get more of this written because I love sharing!

--Rachel

[crutchie-with-a-y]

Seize the Day to Social Distance-Javid-Too much TikTok

Seize the Day to Social Distance is going to be my series of quarantine fics, I think. This is a Javid fic so I hope you enjoy! And hmu with any quarantine fic requests. Hope y’all are staying safe and home! Take care!

“JPEOVI JPOWIENFHIUH EIUHOIEWFHPWEOIFJ PWMEVIJOIJO INVPJEW!” Davey’s alarm clock blasted through the quiet of him and Jack’s bedroom, scary the living daylights out of his partner. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” Jack dropped his phone and rolled off the bed, landing with a large thud. Davey pulled himself up and slapped the alarm with one hand as he rubbed his eyes with the other. 

“Are you alright?” he asked Jack, stretching against the bed frame. 

“Why the hell do you have an alarm set for the middle of the night?” Jack asked, still laying on the floor. David leaned over the side of the bed towards him and squinted. 

“Middle of the night? Jack, its seven am. I have a Zoom meeting in thirty minutes.” Jack immediately shot up from the floor, his eyes wide. 

“You’re kidding. It can’t be morning.” Jack shook his head back forth with the eyes of a teen about to be murdered in a horror movie.

“Um, no?” Davey swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking over to the closet and pulling it open. 

“Oh my GOD!” Jack screamed and ripped his earbuds out of his head and threw them with his phone across the room like they were about to explode. Davey spun around, holding a hanger with a dress shirt and slacks on it. 

“WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?” Jack gripped his hair with both of his hands and screamed again. 

“AT LIKE ELEVEN I WAS LIKE, “YO’ ILL WATCH A FEW TIKTOKS AND HIT THE SACK AND I WAS UP WATCHING THEM ALL NIGHT!!!!” Davey burst out laughing, turning back into the closet to grab a tie and begin to head out of the room. Jack stared at him with a gaping mouth. 

“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING??? I WAS WATCHING 15 SECOND VIDEOS FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT!” Jack stepped back to lean against the wall, still clutching his hair. Davey paused at the door to look at him, still laughing. 

“It’s just so funny! On Monday you told me you were going to go to bed early and then ended up staying up all night working on a cartoon piece that isn’t even due until Saturday, then you went to bed at 4:30 in the evening on Tuesday and got up at one am to paint the dining room table yet again. Then you worked on that until dinner and then at dinner I showed you a picture of some painted air masks and so then you were up till 6 am painting ours and sewing some more to paint. And THEN you slept until noon and then we had dinner and I went to bed at ten and you came in a bit later....and here we are.” 

“And your point is?” Jack scoffed at him. Davey smiled and shook his head. 

“You arts kids and your sleep schedules.” He kissed his partner’s forehead and went and got in the shower in their apartment’s bathroom. Jack sighed and finally brought his hands down from his air to rub his eyes. Eight hours! He couldn’t believe it, and he was so mad at himself, not only for staying up all night, but because he obviously wasn’t spending much time with Davey. Determined to make it up to Davey and himself, Jack stepped out of their room and into their apartment kitchen. He started a pot of coffee and began to look around for something to make for breakfast, opening different cupboards and opening and then reopening the fridge. He wasn’t really getting any inspiration until he opened up their spice cabinet to see a sealed jar of cinnamon. He felt a light bulb light up over his head and grabbed the jar. CINNAMON ROLLS! Davey loved cinnamon rolls. He climbed on top of the counter where the recipe box that Davey’s parents had given them, filled with many of their son’s favorites, including:

“Pecan cinnamon rolls. Perfect.” Jack took a mental picture of the ingredient list and then began diving back into cabinets for the things he needed to surprise his boyfriend with one of his favorite foods, looking up and smiling when he heard Davey singing loudly from the bathroom. 

Davey had just started gotten to the Part of Your World Reprise in his shower cover of the Little Mermaid soundtrack when he heard his phone vibrating from the bathroom counter. He shut off the shower and leapt out to grab it, horrified when the clock read 7:35, and the call was from his boss. 

“Hello, Mr. Jackson, Sir.” He held his breath as he waited to hear a voice on the other end, trying to dry himself off with one hand. 

“Hello, David, where are you? Are you able to do this presentation right now? Do we need to reschedule?” James Jackson, Davey’s boss asked quickly, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. 

“No, no, I’m sorry, sir, just some computer difficulties, I’ll be on in a few minutes. I’m sorry, I should have called to let you know. My bad.” Davey wanted to smack himself, he couldn’t believe he took so long in the shower. 

“Indeed you should have. Well, see you in a few. Be quick.” And with that, he hung up and Davey bit his lip in frustration, still drying off. He grabbed his dress shirt and stuck his arm through one sleeve, opening the bathroom door to call to Jack. 

“Hey, Jack.” He said sheepishly, fishing for his tie behind him with one hand while the other held the door open. Jack poked his head out of the kitchen and smiled. 

“Yes, Princess Ariel?” Davey blushed and almost burst into giggles, but he was too stressed to be playful. 

“Could you, um, set up my laptop and open Zoom? I’m late....” Jack didn’t need an explanation, he didn’t make fun of him, he knew by the look on Davey’s face this wasn’t the time. 

“On it.” He jogged into the living room, but peaked his head back around before Davey could close the bathroom door. “Also, blow dry your hair real fast.” 

“I don’t have time.” Davey slid his tie around his neck as fast as he dared. 

“He’s going to notice that it’s wet and figure out that you were in the shower.” Jack pounded the password into Davey’s keyboard. Davey nodded. 

“Okay,” He shut the door and slipped into his pants as he pulled the blow dryer out from underneath the sink. He turned the heat as high as it would go, taking no longer than thirty seconds to dry his hair as much as possible. When he was as close as he could be to satisfied, he dropped the dryer and dashed out of the bathroom, where the sight that met him made his heart melt. 

Jack was pulling the spoon out of a large cup of coffee, evidence that he had just mixed in a single teaspoon of sugar, the way Davey liked it. He gestured to the laptop sitting on the dinner table, extra cushions propped up in the chair in front of it, and smiled. A stressed grin pushed across Davey’s face as he ran into the diningroom, delicately taking the cup from Jack as he went. His boyfriend followed him, combing his hair with his fingers as Davey quickly typed out the meeting ID. Jack stepped to his side and leaned down to kiss his forehead. 

“You look cute.” He stepped back around the table into the kitchen, sticking a sticky note to Davey’s monitor as he went. And just as the call was answered and Davey’s impatient superiors’ faces began popping up on his screen, he read the sticky note. 

You got this babe! :)

“Alright, yeah, talk to you later! Sorry about the delay.” Davey nodded towards his webcam. 

“Yes, please let us know next time you’re running late. Good Bye.” And with that the call was over and Davey collapsed against his keyboard. He wanted to cry. First he was late to the meeting. Then his slideshow wouldn’t work so he had to do his entire presentation from memory, and he was pretty sure he’d left out some key points. On top of that he had his glowering bosses looking very bored and annoyed the entire time. 

“Heyyyy,” Jack walked back around into the dining room, pulling up a chair next to his partner and wrapping his arms around him. “You’re okay.” Davey pressed his face into his shoulder and sighed loudly as Jack slid his fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Davey half sat up so he could talk to his boyfriend, while still being wrapped in his arms. Jack looked at his red-rimmed eyes. 

“That bad, huh?” 

“Yeah.” Davey rubbed his nose and they sat in silence for a minute. “He’s even more of an asshole when you’re not with him physically.” Jack burst out laughing and Davey allowed a light chuckle, which grew into a window shaking cackle. Once they had calmed down, Jack rubbed Davey’s cheek and smiled. 

“You gonna be alright?” he asked. Davey shrugged and nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” They sat in silence for another minute. 

“Ya know, I’m sorry that my sleeping has been whack and I haven’t really been like...present I guess. I know you’ve been really stressed and I haven’t been very helpful. I can’t imagine having more than a single drawing to do every week.” Davey laughed and shrugged. “I’ll get back on a mostly normal schedule...and delete TikTok as it seems to be melting my brain.” 

“You’re good.” Davey chuckled. “I just can’t wait until this is all over.” He said, gesturing broadly to the small apartment they’d been stuck in for the last month. 

“Me too. But until then...” Jack’s phone started buzzing and he stood up quickly. He jogged into the kitchen and pulled the oven open, releasing a wonderful aroma into the air as he pulled out a medium-sized pan and held it up towards Davey. “CINNAMON ROLLS!!” 

[quxntumvandyne]

pier pressure // ch. 2 karaoke

words: 3.8k

warnings: slight nudity? nothing 18+ tho, all the awkward moments and fluff

summary: It was finally summer vacation and you were spending it all summer in California. You and your five best friends had been invited to the Stark STEM Summer Program and couldn’t wait to start, but of course, it got off to a rough start. You met someone and quickly hit it off but when disaster strikes, he disappears. But where to?

a/n: chapter 2 is here!! i told y’all i was sticking to my schedule, and i love this chapter so much. and it only gets crazier from here. thank you for all your support, love y’all! xoxo lena

MASTERLIST // pier pressure masterlist

previous chapter // next chapter

. . . . .

“Uh, sure?”

“I lost my key, I must’ve left it at the bar. Sorry, I know it’s really awkward.”

You had slipped your heels off in the elevator so you were almost a foot shorter than Peter, completely soaking wet in your dress and cold. He chuckled and shook his head, opening the door and gesturing for you to come inside. You awkwardly walked in, bag in hand and stood in the room.

There were three computers set up on the desk inside, with luggage everywhere and the sheets on the beds were messy. The bathroom light was still on with toothbrushes and combs on the counter; it was a mess.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting guests. Ned can kinda throw his stuff around sometimes, but I’m not much better.” He closed the door and walked over to stand next to you, realizing you were shivering.

“Hey, do you want some clothes? I have some joggers and a t-shirt that you can wear until your friend gets back from the party.”

“Uh, um-”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, please that would be great.” Peter walked over to get a shirt and joggers for you and you set your bag down. He came back over and handed you a grey t-shirt and some black joggers and you stepped inside the bathroom. Once you closed the door you slid down the back, a bit of deja vu from the first time you met him. You sat for a moment, thinking about how fast everything had happened, and how random it all was. It was so easy to talk to him, you could've stayed there for hours if it hadn’t started to rain. It hasn’t rained like that in awhile in California, but you were thankful for it. He had grabbed your hand in the process of finding shelter and it just felt right.

Standing up, you tried to unzip the back of your dress but couldn’t quite get it. Realizing that you would have to ask Peter for help, you opened the door to find him shirtless, changing out of his wet clothes.

“OH, uh I-”

“What’s up?” He stood in between the beds, still wearing his slacks with the belt tightened around his waist and his damp shirt in his hands. You could’ve studied every vein on his arm and every freckle on his chest but snapped back to reality to ask him to unzip the dress.

“Could you, um, do me a favor?”

He cocked an eyebrow but set down his shirt, and began to walk your way. “Sure.”

“Can you unzip my dress?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he stopped and a blush formed on his cheeks, unable to make it disappear. You noticed it and blushed as well, knowing it would make him feel awkward.

“No problem.”

You turned around and moved your wet hair to let him have access to the zipper. He stepped behind you and took it in one hand and holding onto the dress in another and started to unzip. It felt like hours had passed in the quick ten seconds he did it, feeling his skin on yours again. Thankfully, the zipper didn’t go too low so nothing was exposed but you didn’t wear a bra with the dress, which was possibly worse.

Grabbing on the front of the dress to keep it up, you turned around and quickly said, “Thanks,” before shuffling back into the bathroom.

“Anytime,” Peter said, his eyes following you back into the bathroom, his voice shaking from nerves.

You took a deep breath after you shut the door once more and slipped the dress off. Grabbing a towel, you wrapped it around your body- that was covered in goosebumps from the cold air in the bathroom- to dry you off and then rung out your hair over the shower. His clothes were a little bit baggy but not enough to where they would fall right off you. The joggers were just plain black but had elastic around the ankles and the shirt, which you hadn’t seen before, had a cartoon of Spiderman on the front.

“Really?” you whispered to yourself, chucking at his shirt of choice.

Nevertheless, you slipped it on and took a look in the mirror. Your hair was starting to dry little by little and your makeup was a little runny; with a ring of mascara around your eyes and your foundation coming off a bit, but you’ve looked worse.

You opened the door to see Peter fully clothed, leaning on his bed and flipping through channels on the TV until stopping on a news channel. He sat up with wide eyes as you stared at him in confusion until you took a look at the TV. And your stomach dropped.

The bar where the students had been was attacked by a gang, Pacific Blazers. Not only were you and Peter there before leaving, but your friends were still there. Peter was already on the phone trying to contact Ned and you ran over to your bag and got out your phone, immediately calling Val.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Y/N?” you heard Val say from the other end of the line.

“VAL!”

“Where are you?!” she said, hoping you weren’t still out in front of the bar.

“I’m at the hotel? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. You heard what happened?”

“Yeah, did anyone get hurt?”

“A couple people got hurt but nobody died. Carol got-”

“Carol?”

“A… friend. She thinks she may have fractured her wrist and Wanda bumped her head pretty bad after people started to run out. Otherwise, we’re okay.”

“Thank goodness.”

“But why the hell did you leave? You had all of us worried!”

“I’m back at the hotel with Peter.” Oh, no. Should not have said that.

“WHAT?” Val shrieked, causing you to hold the phone away from your ear because of her volume.

“I’ll explain later. Just get back, would you?”

“Fine, but I better get all the details.”

“See you soon, bye.”

You hung up the phone and heard Peter hang up the phone as well, obviously getting in contact with Ned. “Everyone ok?”

You smiled, thankful all of your friends were. “Yeah, you?”

“Shaken up but no one is hurt. Luckily.”

You walked over and sat on the edge of what must’ve been Ned’s bed. You and Peter were quiet for the next couple of minutes before Peter was on his phone and called you over.

“Hey, come look at this.”

You walked over and sat next to him, looking at his screen. A large man who must’ve been the leader of the gang stood at the front but you couldn't see his face. He had long stringy black hair and wore sunglasses. He was tall but fairly skinny, wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. He walked in the front door of the bar with the other men following him. The footage was from a camera in the bar, so the image wasn’t clear enough to see his face. The other members had black masks on and sunglasses so none of their faces were visible. The leader snapped his fingers, and the members spread out across the group. They were talking to the leader while walking around.

“EVERYONE FREEZE!”

Nobody dared to move but they couldn’t seem to find the person they were looking for.

“WHERE IS HE?” the leader shouted, obviously not finding the person he wanted. The next words you could hear clear as day.

“I’m going to count to five and you had all better be out of here.”

Every person in the room scrambled to leave, people trampling one another as you spotting Okoye and Val running amongst the crowd dragging Wanda along with them. Ned was one of the first ones out, letting everyone else pass him once he exited the bar.

Your hand covered your mouth and eyes teared up, seeing your best friends put in that situation while you and Peter were driving away back to the hotel. Peter had a straight face as he turned off his phone and something seemed to be bothering him but you didn’t ask.

“Hey, there was nothing we could’ve done.”

“I know,” he said, but there was still a look of guilt plastered on his face.

“Who are those guys anyway?”

“Hopefully people we never have to meet.”

You sat criss-cross applesauce next to him on the bed and grabbed the remote before realizing that Peter’s hand was already on it. You looked down and moved your hand, thinking to yourself, Could I be trying any harder to embarrass myself?

“Do you want to watch Law and Order?”

“SUV?”

“I mean if that’s your thing,” Peter said, smiling at you. He was obviously trying to lighten the mood and take your minds off the conflict.

“Shut up,” you said, laughing and taking the remote from him. You turned onto that channel and started watching, before leaning back and realizing just how tired you were.

After about 3 episodes in, your eyes were starting to doze on and off. The last thing you told yourself in your head was, Don’t you dare fall asleep in his bed.

So much for that working out.

. . . . .

“Dude. Really?”

You jolted awake, realizing you had your head on something hard and was curled up next to it. Sitting up suddenly, you saw that it was Peter’s chest you had fallen asleep on, with his arm wrapped around you.

“What- I, um...  you must be Ned?”

“Yeah. Can I ask you something?”

You got up out of the bed and stood on the opposite of Ned who was standing over Peter, still fast asleep.

“What are you doing in bed with Peter?”

“After the party last night, I-I lost my hotel key card and Peter let me stay in here. I must’ve fallen a-asleep before my friends got home.”

“Last I checked, you asked me to let you in.” Peter’s groggy voice spoke up, stretching while looking at you and then looking over to see Ned who he had not realized was in the room. He jumped up and looked back and forth between the two of you.

“Ned- I can, uh- why are you laughing?”

Ned was doubled over, laughing so hard he was almost crying at how awkward the two of you were being about this.

“Guys, don’t stress it. I’m just messing with you, this might be the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

He caught his breath, as you started to gather your stuff and head over to your room.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, um I’m gonna go over to my room. Thanks, again Peter.”

“Wait!” he said, scrambling out of bed to try and catch you.

“I’ll see you later.” you opened the door and closed it behind you. Walking across the hall, you knew that the next hour would be full of questions from Val and the rest of your friends. You knocked on the door and almost immediately, Val opened it and snickered. You must’ve looked ridiculous and honestly, you didn’t want to know how bad it was.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Mrs. Parker.”

“Really?”

“Duh, I am never letting this go.”

“I hate you.”

You pushed past her and dropped your stuff on the floor before flopping back onto your bed, finally free from looking stupid in front of Peter for a while.

“So, tell me all about it!”

“Do I have to right now?”

“Yes, let me go get the girls first because they’ll be pissed if I hear it without them. I cannot believe you’re having a summer romance, this is like a movie.”

“What?” You sat up to look at her as she put some socks on to walk down the hall.

“Dude, he’s totally obsessed with you. And I know you think he’s cute.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Pfft. Sure you don’t.”

“Have I ever told you I hate you?”

“So much I might think you’re serious.”

You laughed together, knowing that she was truly your best friend and could read you like a book. Maybe you did think he was attractive but you couldn't let anything come of it. You were here for the Summer Program which started tomorrow so no more playing around.

Val came back with Wanda, Hope, and Okoye and they all sat on the bed. Val was more interested than the others until you started telling them about unzipping the dress.

“No way.”

“Did you really?”

“Now you’re just trying to make moves on him.”

“I mean, he is cute.”

“GUYS! Nothing happened, it was awkward but nothing happened,” you explained after their words all scrambled together. They all looked at you suspiciously, knowing they didn’t believe you but continued on until the end, to which they all laughed.

“Val was right, this is like a movie.”

“Can we not talk about it anymore? I just want to get my mind off this topic.”

Everyone looked at each other and somehow all had the same idea. “The beach.”

. . . . .

“Hey, Carol!”

You watched Val run over to that same blonde woman from the bar last night, and give her an awkward side hug. Leaning over to Hope who was walking next to you, you asked who it was.

“Carol Danvers, they met last night at the bar. They talked for a while but Val refuses to say anything about it. She gets awkward every time we try to bring it up.”

“Oh, you mean like you used to when we asked about Scott?”

“Shut up.” You giggled, nudging Hope with your arm and she nudged you back, blushing. None of you were very good at talking about love or relationships, making it easy to talk or not talk about them.

You all set your stuff on the ground, marking your spot on the beach among all the people. You peeled off your tank top and shorts to reveal your swimsuit for the day; a blue and white striped two-piece but with high waisted bottoms. Everyone else took off their shirts and shorts and had just their swimsuits on, with you and Hope running to the water right away. It had been years since you all had been to the beach so you wanted to take full advantage of the time you had before the program started tomorrow.

Hours had passed during that afternoon while you were on the beach with your friends, floating on the water and building sandcastles and turning Wanda into a sand mermaid. It truly was something out of a movie.

Of course, after getting out of the water, your skin was burning from the sun. You never realized how hot it was until you saw how burnt Wanda and Hope were.

You walked out of the water to dry off and noticed that your skin was tingling and stung when touched. You moved the towel over your sensitive skin, wincing as it sent waves of fire down your body. Finally, you dried off your hair and put your clothes back on, the girls following you back to your stuff.

“Oh my god Wanda, your shoulders. Are you okay?” you said.

“You need some aloe,” Okoye agreed.

“I need food more than I need aloe. Where do you want to go to dinner?” Wanda asked.

“Fat Sal’s?” you suggested.

“You know a guy named Fat Sal?” Val asked.

“No dummy, it’s a deli.”

“Let’s do it!” Hope said. All six of you, including Carol who Val invited to hang out today, woo-ed in agreement and you headed over in a Jeep altogether. Okoye was driving and you listened to ‘Shoop’ by Salt n Pepa, to which you and Val knew all the words so you screamed them all in the backseat with Carol in between you, who was amused yet annoyed by the arms flailing around her.

You arrived and sat all together at a large table, ready to finally enjoy some food. You all ordered and saw that there was karaoke which was definitely your thing.

“Y/N, you have to go do a song.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come one! It will be fun.”

“I don’t like to sing in front of people!”

“ALRIGHT, WHO’S GOING TO KICK OFF THE SUMMER AND BE OUR FIRST COUPLE ON KARAOKE NIGHT?”

The crowd erupted in screams as you shrunk down in your seat, hoping to not get picked but before you knew it, Val and Carol had you by the arms and brought you up to the stage.

“Guys, wait!”

“WELCOME, SINGER NUMBER TWO! MEET YOUR PARTNER!”

You blinked and regained control of your eyesight from the blinding spotlight and turned to shake hands with a familiar face.

“Y/N?”

“Peter?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

. . . . .

“SO, WHAT SONG WILL THE HAPPY COUPLE BE PERFORMING TONIGHT?”

“We’re um, not a coupl-”

“ANY SUGGESTIONS FROM THE CROWD?”

You heard a voice from your table say ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life’!” You knew it must’ve been Val, who could always come up with the perfect way to embarrass you.

You and Peter both protested but the crowd had different ideas, loving the idea of you two singing the famous song. Your head fell into your hands as the stage manager handed Peter the microphones and handed one to you.

“Thanks.” You leaned over and whispered into his ear, “We can forget this ever happened after it’s over.”

He laughed and whispered back, “I don’t know, this might be ingrained into my memory forever from sheer humiliation. But I’m glad it’s with you.”

You stepped away and your face felt hot, hearing the music start and the lyrics come up on a screen in the distance for you and Peter to follow. Peter starts to sing, realizing how nervous he is to be doing this and goes through the whole verse before it’s your turn.

You hold the mic with both hands up to your mouth and begin your lines. All eyes are on you as you close your eyes and began to sing.

All of Peter’s focus was on you, listening to your melodic voice fill the room as you started to sing together. He walked forward and grabbed your hand, as the two of you locked eyes and kept singing but only focused on each other. The two of you sang right up until the climax of the song until the music was suddenly cut off.

The front door of the place was slammed open, almost ripping off its hinges as none other than Felix Mendez walked through. Mendez was the leader of the Pacific Blazers but you and Peter only recognized him from the blurry footage of the attack on the bar. Unknowingly to you, it became clear to Peter that they were after him. It was the second attack in 48 hours near him and this time he could do something about it. You, on the other hand, were so scared your knees were shaking. You took a quick glance to where your friends were and did a subtle motion for them to leave. Carol quietly helped everyone out a back exit but Val wouldn’t leave you there alone.

“Peter, I-” You looked over to see nothing but a shadow and the microphone. Peter was no longer there but in the blink of an eye, the gang was all inside the building and searching for someone like they did at the bar.

“He has to be here! I won’t let him out of my grasp a second time. I will tower above that little insect as he wishes there was something he could do to stop me.”

“You got a big mouth dude, ever think about closing it once and a while?”

Every eye in the room turned to the front door again to see Spiderman leaning against the door frame, in an oddly familiar way to you. You were thrilled, not just because it was your first time seeing an Avenger in person but especially because it was Spiderman.

Mendez only had to look at him for a couple seconds before lunging forward to grab him. The entire restaurant was in chaos very quickly with people running in every direction to try and find an exit. The other gang members pushed their way through the crowd, but not before one of them got a hold of you and starting pulling you towards the fight. As hard as you pulled, the man with blonde dreads and almost black colored eyes looked at you and smiled, knowing you could not escape his tight grasp.

You shrieked, trying to find Peter to help you and hoping he wasn’t hurt. He did take off, however, so maybe he could sense something was wrong.

“Peter! Peter!”

You tried, again and again, to shove his arm off but then felt another arm swing around your waist. A flash of red and blue slid next to you and whisked you away but not before giving the man who attacked you a swift blow to the nose.

“You’re- um, hi Spi-Spiderman.”

“Uh, hey,” he said awkwardly, his large white eyes on his suit moving so quickly he was almost twitching.

“Thank you.”

“You ready?”

“For what- AAHHHH!”

He shot a web out of his web shooters, straight onto the ceiling and swung the two of you right over the gang who was now getting beat up by restaurant goers trying to help out in the fight. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and wrapped yourself around Spiderman like a koala, praying that you wouldn’t fall into the crowd.

“Can’t. Breathe.” Okay, maybe you were squeezing too hard.

You got back to the stage and he stepped down, releasing the last web he shot and you were still off the ground refusing to let go.

“Uh, if I’m going to go fight again and keep you out of trouble Y/N, you’ll need to let go.”

You jumped off him, realizing that he just said your name. Your name.

“Wait, how did you-”

“Bye!”

He ran back and joined the fight again, starting with Mendez who gave a nasty blow to one of the cooks before finding Spiderman again.

You decided that was enough for you so you took off out the back exit to see Val and the rest of your friends waiting for you.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Carol said, as the other girls looked up to you and gasped at

the sight.

You never even realized that the man with the dreads had smacked your face when you tried to get away and left a painful cut on your cheekbone. Your hair was in disarray but that was nothing new and your shirt was torn at the bottom.

“I’m okay, but something really weird just happened.”

. . . . .

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[softscholasticism]

•delilah, darling•

rami malek x oc

a/n: hi y’all:) this is my first orginal character fic! if you have any questions about it please dm or ask me but i hope you enjoy! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: fair warning, i do put the deacon children in a little bit of a negative light, it’ll make sense but please remember that this is fiction, also freddie’s death is mention in this first chapter:)

C H A P T E R O N E: you make me smile.

July 27, 1981

Four band mates were located in the studio, trying to come up with anything to write some kind of piece of music. Nothing was coming to mind of course, Roger and Brian were trying to not throw Paul out of a window just because he was present, John’s wife Veronica was due at any second, and Freddie was playing random notes on the piano trying to think of anything. “This is bollocks, we’re not getting anything done, let’s just go to a party.” Roger sighed in frustration, standing up with his beer and pacing. Everyone looked up at that, it seemed that a party would diffuse the tension and maybe even create an event that would be good enough to write a song about.

Suddenly, the studio phone produced a shrill ring, John sprinted to it just in case it was Veronica. “Hello?” He called, the guys all looking at him expectantly, getting ready to have to rush to the hospital. “Holy shoot,” John glanced at the rest of the band nodding his head which confirmed their suspicions, the baby was on its way. The men began to frantically get their stuff together, throwing on coats, throwing away bottles, putting on shoes (or in Brian’s case, those wretched Clogs). “We’re on our way darling.” John hung up the phone and grabbed his car keys, the other men had been drinking and they were not about to get in a crash on the way to the hospital. Paul stood up as well, expecting to be able to go, but immediately sat back down as soon as Brian and Roger stared him down, practically planning his imminent death through their eyes.

The car ride on the way home was eerily quiet, John had done this before with Robert, Michael, and Laura but each time his wife had a child, it didn’t get easier. There was always something that could go wrong or he could possibly miss the birth due to travelling or touring. Freddie kept trying to ease his nerves by telling stories about his cats as well as describing possible future names he had for them. “My favorite name would be Delilah, it has such a lovely ring to it don’t you think Bri?” Freddie looked in the rearview mirror, smiling at Brian’s indifference to the name.

Speaking of names, John began sweating even more so than before, him and Veronica switched off names every other child and this time, it was his turn to pick the name and he had no clue. “I have no clue what I’m going to name my own child.” He sighed and swerved the car due to the surprise attack of name ideas from his fellow bandmates. Luckily it grounded him enough to keep his composure as he drove to the hospital, a slight smile as the boys argue over which of their names is the best fit.

The four men stumbled into the hospital, John rushing up to the front desk to demand where his wife was. It wasn’t long before one of the boys was recognized, specifically Freddie with his iconic mustache and looks. As the crowd began to get louder and closer, John burst through, “She’s in room 405!” They sprinted back, leaving the crowd in its wake. Luckily the elevator opened as soon as they reached it, a nurse pushing a patient on a wheelchair out of the hospital. The nurse’s eyes grew as she realized who was running in the elevator and hurried to let them through. Once they were all inside, Roger pressed the button for the fourth floor rapidly. John rolled his eyes and huffed at the blonde, “Rog, pressing the button a million times won’t make the lift go any faster.” Roger stopped, glared menacingly at John and then proceeded to push the button rapidly again.

The elevator dinged, the doors not even fully open before the band rushed out in search of the room. When they reached it, John’s three other children were there too but being watched over by Veronica’s parents. Once they noticed that their Daddy was here, they ran over to him and John’s nerves towards this next birth faded. His wife was a trooper and if she had the power to give him three children, what’s another? The children gave the rest of the band hugs and talked to them as John went inside the room to check on his wife. She smiled tiredly at him, she was obviously in pain, but nothing that she hadn’t handled before. Her forehead glistened with sweat, hair tucked back into a ponytail, she would always complain about how she looked during labor but John thought she looked like she was glowing. Veronica was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi darling,” he whispered, grabbing her hand, “how do you feel?” She laughed and proceeded to describe that she was ready to have this baby out of her. However her face changed, she began to look serious and John was worried that something was wrong.

“John, have you thought of a name for our daughter?” She leaned in close to provide emphasis that he better not give her the wrong answer because she was not having her child named something ridiculous like Roger always suggested. Her husband gulped, nerves that once were lost, now resurfacing.

“About that darling, I was wondering, would it be alright if Fred were the Godfather?” She was incredulous, that didn’t give her the answer she desperately needed, her child was not about to be named after a bloody drug or alcohol or some breed of feline. Veronica made sure to voice these opinions, it’s not that she cared if Freddie were the Godfather, in fact she quite like that idea, but she knew how wild the man could be. “I want him to name her and I swear to you our baby girl’s name will not be ridiculous.” John assured her, not wanting to cause his wife anymore stress than she was already experiencing.

Veronica nodded her head. “Alright, you better figure this out though, I think she’s coming soon.” With that, John went to go speak to Freddie.

As he approached the boys, who were still playing with his other kids, he patted Freddie on the back. “Fred, can I talk to you for a second?” Freddie obliged and told the children that he would be back in a jiffy. Together they walked down the hallway a little further, that way they could still be near the room and so that people couldn’t be nosy (Bri and Rog). John rubbed his hands across his hair, trying to gather how he should go about asking. “So, I guess, Ver and I would like you to be the Godfather of the baby and choose her name, but it can’t be anything bloody ridiculous after drugs or a vodka you liked in Japan.” He ultimately decided blurting the request was the best option. He watched with a cringe on his face for Freddie’s reaction and was immediately met with arms around his neck as Freddie jumped around.

“Yes, yes, yes darling, of course!” He twisted around, licking his lips in excitement, his eyes glowed with mischief as he thought of a name for the baby. “I have just the perfect name for her, Delilah.” He sighed, thinking about all of the ways he was going to spoil his Goddaughter. John briefly remembered Fred talking about the name Delilah for a future cat, not his daughter.

“I thought you wanted to name your cat, Delilah, Fred?” Freddie’s smile only got bigger as he explained that he would name his favorite cat after his favorite Goddaughter. Roger and Brian suddenly called for John and Freddie, exclaiming that the baby decided to starting coming out right at that moment. The band allowed John to be the only one in there for intimacy sake and so Veronica wouldn’t be stressed about the birth. She worked so hard and the doctor’s were so helpful and in just a few short moments, John’s breath was taken away at the sight of his daughter in his wife’s arms. Veronica had done so beautifully and looked just ethereal as she held her fourth bloody child.

She looked up expectantly at John as the nurse asked for the child’s name. A cheeky grin swam across his face as he spoke, “Delilah Elizabeth Deacon.”

July 27, 1986

Delilah Deacon turned 5 on this particular day and requested that she ​must ​see her Daddy and Uncle’s perform for her big day. Today was the day that Queen would perform in Budapest, Delilah had no clue what a Budapest was but all that mattered was that she got to see her Daddy and Uncle Freddie.

While the stage was being built, a small party was put together. Freddie had this marvelous cake put together that had her face on it as well as some of her favorite things such as unicorns, dogs, and anything Queen related. Freddie held on to the small child as she excitedly blew out her candles, the crowd around her cheering as all of the candles were successfully blown out. “What ever did you wish for, my dear?” Freddie asked, Delilah shook her head though, remembering when her Daddy told her that if she told anyone, it wouldn’t come true. But she knew what she wanted, and that was to have a house just like Garden Lodge one day. She basically lived there. When Freddie decided to not have massive parties, John would let her stay over and Jim and Freddie would watch over her, treating her like one of their own. Freddie just laughed and spun her around as the cake began to be passed to everyone.

Once the stage was finally finished, Freddie took Delilah to the stage, they were quiet, soaking in the vast stadium and the roaring crowd that would soon fill it. Freddie loved Delilah with all of his heart, he spoiled her rotten despite John’s protests. Her bought her so many clothing items and so many toys and books, he would give her the world if he could. In a way, he knew Delilah loved him just as much. She was different from the rest of her siblings, quieter, softer, she liked drawing and reading over playing with toys and watching cartoons. As her siblings got older, Freddie noticed that they would isolate her from playing, he believed that they were jealous of their relationship. John and Veronica loved her just as much as the rest of the children though, Freddie was amazed at how much love two people could carry not only for each other but also for their children. The dark-haired man was so grateful that Freddie allowed him to have just a fraction of that when he watched Delilah with Jim. He got to pretend, even though it felt so real.

Delilah suddenly demanded that Freddie must dance with her at that very moment, so he picked her up and twirled with her, softly singing her favorite Queen song, ​Somebody to Love. ​Delilah sang along with him, feeling like a princess in the Disney movies that Daddy watches with her. A soft ​click, click, click sounded from the right of the stage and Freddie saw Brian with his camera in hand. He was definitely going to have to ask for those pictures later.

“Freddie, you better have a good show for me tonight.” Delilah said seriously as Freddie finished the song. His eyes went soft as he looked at her, her short brunette hair and blue eyes looked up at him with hope. He kissed her hair and told her that he would always have a good show if she was in the audience.

As they stopped dancing, Freddie sat her down at the front of the stage, their legs dangling over. He could still hear pictures being taken of them but he didn’t care. All he cared about was his Goddaughter at this moment, he didn’t have nerves about the show later, he didn’t think about his health, he didn’t think about anything other than Delilah. “Delilah, darling, I need to tell you something.” She looked up at him once again, and his heart melted at the sight of them, so big, so innocent, something he hoped would never ever go away. “I want you to remember how proud I am of you, my love. I want you to know that you can be whoever you want to be but you must be the best version of it. Don’t let anyone take away who you are, because you are so loved by me and Jim, by Rog and Brian, by your Daddy and Mummy, by Phoebe, you have so many people. If you ever feel alone, just remember that you have a home with us and we will always be here with you darling, right here.” He poked a finger into her chest, she smiled and did the same. More clicks went off in front of them capturing every moment that they never wanted to forget.

Eventually the band had to go and start the show and before they knew it, it was almost halfway done. Delilah watched with wonder in her eyes as she saw her Daddy leap around the stage with his funky dances moves that he would practice with her and her siblings in the kitchen, she saw Brian move his fingers faster than she had ever seen it happen before, Roger and his duck faces he would make during drumming a song, and Freddie, who was in her favorite yellow jacket he had. Her eyes sparkled as he pranced around, she of course knew the words to every song, her headphones bobbing as she danced around on the side of the stage with Phoebe. The lights sparkled and gleamed, watching her Daddy’s band was what her idea of heaven was and even at the young age of five, she knew just how special it was.

The end of the show came and ​God Save the Queen b​ egan blasting, John beckoned her on stage and carried her around, she laughed and squealed with joy as she was passed to her Uncle Freddie after John kissed her head. Freddie was so sweaty and smelled bad and she made sure to proclaim this offense. He just laughed and placed the crown he was wearing on her head. Laughing as it slipped off, luckily Brian catching it and holding it in its place. Delilah felt as if she was on top of the world in front of this crowd of thousands with her most favorite people. In her Uncle Freddie’s arms, on his stage with the rest of the band saying goodbye to the crowd, even as she got older, she would never ever forget this night.

What she didn’t know is that she was also saying goodbye to seeing Queen perform live ever again with Freddie and her Dad.

November, 1991

At age ten, Delilah knew that her life was different, not everyone’s Daddy was a famous bassist apart of an even more famous band. Not everyone’s family was as big as hers. Not everyone had to experience their favorite person in the whole world dying. Freddie was dying, Delilah knew that, of course she knew that. Freddie was skin and bone, he was practically blind, and last time she visited him, they had to stay in his bed because he couldn’t get out of it. Delilah had to come to terms with an illness that no one should have had to suffer through. She knew that this might be the last time she would get to see him, but even though she knew this, she could never be prepared for it.

Walking up to Garden Lodge felt like walking into home. She had her own key, all of the workers knew her, the cats knew her (her favorite being Delilah obviously). Garden Lodge was her second home and she desperately hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time she would get time see it. As she walked through the front door, Jim greeted her with a hug. “Hi, love, he’s upstairs like last time.” She nodded and grabbed his hand, needing all the strength she could get from having to see her Uncle so sick and frail. “Remember, he’s still very sick, but I promise you he’s still the same Freddie.” Jim assured, leading her upstairs. As they reached the large wooden doors, she braced herself and put on a smile. The door creaked open and Jim spoke, “Freddie dear, you have a guest.” Lethargically, Freddie turned his head and upon seeing who it was, his eyes grew a little bit brighter.

“Delilah darling, I’m so delighted to see you. Please do come sit with me.” He softly pat the side of the bed, she moved towards him and Jim helped her climb onto the massive mattress. His heart hurt, because he could barely see Delilah’s blue eyes but kept his smile on because all that mattered was that she was there. She cuddled up against him, Jim sat in front at the edge, one leg tucked under the other. These days when she visited the Lodge, they didn’t talk much, just enjoyed each other’s company.

Jim smiled sadly at Freddie, lightly tapping his leg, “Freddie, don’t you have something for Delilah?” Freddie sat up a little bit more as Jim passed a small box to Delilah and another small box to Freddie.

“Delilah, darling, I got you a present, this one I think is my favorite out of all of the ones I have give you. Let’s open it together, dear.” Delilah helped Freddie open their boxes, feeling how cold his skin was and trying to not remember how a short time ago it had been so warm. Freddie had been so warm. Finally when the paper was all taken off, they opened the boxes and inside each one was a small necklace with a heart locket. “Look inside, Delilah.” Freddie whispered, exhaustion reaping over his body at just the small task of opening their presents. She opened the locket, there were two pictures, one from when Delilah was dancing around with Freddie in Budapest and the other of a picture of her Jim and Freddie at Garden Lodge with Delilah the cat. They had just gotten the cat and Delilah cried when Freddie named the cat after her.

“Delilah, darling,” Freddie spoke softly, one hand one Jim’s and the other on her own, “I have the same locket as you.” He pulled his own out to show her. “No matter where you go, or where I go, we will always be together, dear. Like I told you in Budapest, I am always here for you even when I’m not. Delilah you are going to do so many great things in this world and I want you to remember me and remember that Jim and I are always here for you. The Lodge is your home just as much as it is ours. We will stick together, and I promise that I will be there for you, Jim too of course.” Delilah’s eyes welled with big crocodile tears as she clasped her arms around Freddie’s neck. Just like she knew Freddie was dying, she knew this was their goodbye.

One week later, Delilah woke up to John solemnly walking into her room with her mother and sat on her bed. There were tear tracks coursing down both of her parents cheeks, and like she knew Freddie was dying, and how she knew that the last time she saw Freddie he said goodbye, how she knew that she was going to have to grow up sooner, she knew that Uncle Freddie was gone. No words had to be said, she raised her eyebrows as she looked at her parents, and their nods were enough.

Delilah’s heart felt like it was torn out of her chest, her favorite human being on this earth was gone from a terrible illness that she didn’t understand. Delilah knew lots of things, but she didn’t understand why they happened. She didn’t understand why Jim wouldn’t be able to live at the Lodge, she didn’t understand why her Dad left the band and decided to stay out of the limelight, she didn’t understand why the universe had to take her Freddie away. She sobbed and sobbed, too much sadness for her ten year old heart that now felt much older than that.

Veronica went to the other children’s rooms to go and tell them the news while John stayed. “Delilah, darling, I’m so sorry.” He sobbed into her hair, his heart shredding itself at the loss of one of his best friends and the loss of his daughter’s Uncle. His arms wrapped around her and together they laid in bed for what seemed like days. Delilah’s locket was pulled out from underneath her nightshirt, clasping it in her hands and wishing that Freddie could’ve stayed with her forever. John didn’t know how to move forward from this and neither did she and that’s what hurt the most. John was scared that he would never see Delilah smile again because here they were mourning the loss of the one who made Delilah smile.

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chapter two

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It’s Complicated (Part 6)

Trevante Rhodes x Reader

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“How long are all of you staying?” You ask your dad, Darius and Ty.

“Damn you tryna get rid of us already we ain’t even been in LA 24 hours.” Ty laughs.

“No I was just asking.”

It was the morning after your party and your family came over to your house for breakfast.

“It’s actually perfect that you guys are here. I’m leaving for Paris in a couple of days for work and if y’all don’t mind would you please stay a couple extra days. I’m pretty sure Roman will need the help since he has to work too and I don’t want to keep putting Kayla off on his sister. You don’t have to if it interferes with anything I just thought I’d ask since you were here.”

“Of course you think I’d say no to spending time with my munchkin.” Your dad says.

“Girl you know we gotchu.” Ty added on.

“Also if you want you can stay here so you don’t have to stay in a hotel the whole time.” You say

Everyone was sitting at the table eating their food and talking about last night. Roman’s phone started to ring and he got up from the table to answer it , minute later he came back.

“I have to go pick up Junior from his moms I’ll be back.” He tells you leaving.

When he leaves you continue your conversation about last night and eventually you and Ty start cleaning up, soon Roman comes in with his son. Since he was asleep Roman took him up stairs. Your dad and your brother were on the couch watching tv and Ty sat at the table with Kayla as she was slowly falling asleep. You figured this would be the perfect time to start packing for Paris you go to your room and start picking out clothes.

“What are you doing.” Roman asks entering your closet.

“Packing.”

“I see that but why you don’t leave for a couple of days.”

“Because if I don’t do it now it’s not gonna get done until the day I leave and I really don’t need that stress.”

As you packed Ty, your dad and Darius went back to the hotel. They were gonna stay another night before coming back to your place to stay while you were in Paris.

Your alarm went off waking you, you turn over and see Kayla, Roman and Junior still sleeping. You get out of bed and get ready trying not to wake them up. Dress and ready to go you take your bags and make your way out of the room when you hear Roman’s voice.

“So you just gon leave without saying by or nothing.”

You laugh and walk to him kissing him on the lips.

“Bye baby! I’ll call you when I land and I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” You say walking out.

You struggled down the stairs with your suitcase and bags when your dad appeared and ran to help you. You put your bags by the front door and sat on the stairs with your dad waiting on the car that Ava sent to pick you up.

“Y/N I’m so proud of you and you’ve accomplished so much over the last few years. I know your mother would be proud of you too.” Your dad says grabbing your hand.

“I’m doing this all for her, she wanted wanted me to do what I love and I’m doing exactly that. I have everything I’ve always wanted and more.”

You hear a car honk out front and grab your bags to leave. Your dad followed behind putting everything in the trunk. You hug him before getting in the car and he closes the door. You were the first to make it to the private jet as you waited for Ava and Maya to arrive. 20 minutes go by when you hear “Good Morning Mrs.Rhodes.” Ava steps onto the plane and greets you just as you were about to sit down Trevante comes in. He flashes a smile and says hello and you hesitantly say hi back.

“Where’s Maya I thought she was coming with us?” You questioned.

“Something came up so she’s flying out tomorrow.” Ava responds. “I don’t know about y’all but I’m tired as hell so I’m gonna be in the back.” Ava says walking to the bedroom.

Once she was in the room Trevante sat across from you. Just when he started to speak your phone began to ring and you saw that it was Roman trying to FaceTime you.

“Hey baby!” You answer.

“Hey you haven’t left yet?”

“No we’re getting ready to in a couple of minutes, what’s up?”

“Nothing we just wanted to wish you a safe flight.” He says putting the camera on Kayla and Jr.

As you talked to Roman you could feel Trevante staring at you.

“We’re about to take off I’ll call you when we land. Love you.” You wave and kiss at Kayla before hanging up.

“He seems like a pretty nice dude.” Trevante says.

“Because he is...unlike you.”

“What happened to our truce? I’m just trying to make conversation.”

As much as you wanted to hate him you told yourself that you’ve moved on and you’re over it.

“Fine what do you want to talk about?” You ask.

“I don’t know. Um how have you been? It’s been a while since we’ve actually talked I a lot has happened since you know.”

“Yeah. I’ve been great actually...being a mom changes you a lot my daughter is my whole world ever since I had her I have this love that I’ve never felt before for another person.”

“I can imagine. I’ve always wanted kids but Ava’s not ready for that yet, hopefully it happens soon.”

You and Trevante spent the first two hours of the flight talking until you fell asleep. When you woke up Trevante was gone, you looked at the monitor and saw there was only an hour left until you land.

You check into your hotel room and get settled before calling Roman to tell him you made it. You fell asleep and were suddenly woken up by your phone ringing. It was Ava telling you about the plans for tomorrow and where to meet up in the morning. Setting your alarm you go back to sleep and wake up the next morning to meet Ava.

After spending all day at The Lourve and the Eiffel Tower shooting you go back to your hotel. As you walk to the elevator you see Maya checking in she turns around and you call her name.

“Maya!”

“Y/N hey girl!”

“Are you just getting here?”

“Yeah and I’m jet lagged as fuck. I’m about to go to my room and pass out.”

“Same I’ve been out all day and I’m still on Cali time.”

“Did I miss anything?” Maya asks as you get in the elevator.

“Nah not really. Same shit different country.” You laugh

As the elevator doors open both of you say goodnight and Maya gets out and goes to her room. You go to your room and call Roman but he didn’t answer you look at the time and realized that he was at work so you FaceTime Ty. She answered the phone and you could hear Kayla and Darius in the background. She turns the camera and you can see Darius, Kayla and Jr watching cartoons. You talk to them before you tell Ty to go to another room so you can talk to her. You tell her about Trevante coming to Paris and your conversation on the plane.

“Just don’t do anything stupid Y/N.”

“I won’t I just wish he wasn’t here I mean I don’t have a problem with it it’s just weird even though it shouldn’t and I know I don’t need to be saying this but whenever we do talk it’s like how we use to be.”

“Don’t let him get to you, it’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Anyways I’m about to go to bed I’m exhausted and I have to be up early.” You say.

You hang up and suddenly felt hungry when you realized after running around all day you hadn’t had a chance to actually eat anything. Changing your clothes you go downstairs to the hotel restaurant when you arrive you’re escorted to a small table. The host gives you a menu to look at and seconds later your waiter arrives asking if you wanted anything to drink while you decide what you want. You asked for a glass of wine and your waiter leaves while you look over the menu. Minutes go by and the waiter appears with your drink and you order something.

Once you were done you go to the bar you spot Trevante on the other side of the bar and hope he doesn’t see you. You order a drink and turn around when you hear your name. Trevante stood in front of you smiling you turn back around and grab your drink.

“Good evening!” He says.

“Hey.”

“You down here alone?”

“Yup. What about you?”

“Yeah.”

“Where’s Ava.” You ask taking a sip of your drink.

“She went to the room.”

“Oh...well have a good night.”

You leave out the restaurant to go outside and Trevante follows.

“Shouldn’t you be upstairs with Ava?” You asked.

“I should but she wants to be alone and you look like you could use the company.”

You hesitate but agree to let him come along with you. As you walk outside the night breeze hits you making you a little relaxed. Not wanting it to be any more awkward than it was you start to talk.

“I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but why are you here.”

“To keep you company.”

“No not that. Why are you here in Paris? You never come on business trips now all of a sudden your tagging along.”

“If you must know Ava and I are having some problems and I thought coming here with her would show her how much I’m committed to our marriage. But I don’t really think it’s working every time we go a moment to ourselves she has to take a call or she wants to be alone.”

“What happened tonight?” You asked as you and Trevante walked down the street.

“We were having dinner and she decided she would rather work than spend some time with me.”

The two of you fall silent and take in the sites around you. Trevante decided to change the subject to talk about you.

“So when are you getting married?”

“Roman and I haven’t set a date yet but I know I want a summer wedding so sometime next year hopefully.”

“Cool. How did you two meet? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Believe it or not Roman is the guy that stood me up the night we met.” You laugh. “The morning after everything between us ended I ran into him and here we are.”

“Engaged and you have a kid! I’m happy for you Y/N, you might not think that but I really am.” Trevante says as you stop to look at him.

“Thanks.”

You look at your phone to see what time it was. Realizing how late it was getting you and Trevante go back to the hotel. Both of you get into the elevator and you push your floor number and Trevante pushed his.

“Are you going to the party tomorrow?” You asked.

“What party?”

“The magazine is throwing a party at some castle tomorrow night I thought you knew about it.”

“No Ava didn’t say anything. If she wants me to I might be there if not I’ll be here or on a plane back home.”

The elevator stops and you get off waving bye to Trevante as the doors closed and you went to your room.

The next day you sat in Maya’s room helping help choose a dress to wear. After trying on ten different dresses Maya finally picked one. With only a couple hours left until the party you go back to your room, shower and do your hair. As you did your make up Maya showed up to your room dressed and s few minutes you were ready to go and you left for the party.

You and Maya had been at the party for almost two hours before you noticed that you hadn’t seen Ava. You thought maybe she and Trevante stayed at the hotel or went back home so you continued to enjoy the party. As a waiter walked pass with a tray of drinks you grabbed one and as he moved pass the crowd you see Ava. She walks to you and hugs you.

“When did you get here?” You ask.

“A few minutes ago. Couldn’t decide what to wear so it took me a little longer to get here.”

“You look amazing.”

“You too!”

Another waited walks by with a tray of drinks and Ava grabs one. She takes a sip while looking across the room intensely and you look in the direction that she’s looking to see Trevante across the room talking with someone. Ava rolls her eyes and looks back at you, Maya steps between you and Ava and greets her. The three of you talk for a while before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You spent a few minutes looking for the bathroom before you ask someone where it was, they told you upstairs and you made your way up the stairs.

Walking out of the bathroom you bump into someone. As you apologize you notice that it’s Trevante.

“You look nice Y/N!”

“Thank you!”

Trevante puts his hands around your waist and pulls you into the bathroom. Before you could process what was happening he had you on the counter kissing you roughly. His hands were on your thighs and slowly made their way to your back. He put one hand around your neck while the other remained on your back. You were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Trevante put his hand over you mouth and told the person that the bathroom was occupied. You push Trevante off of you and walk out of the bathroom running down the stairs and leaving the party to go back to the hotel.

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[numbah34]

Hey, Gardeners! And Juniblades! Get ready to water those plants and light those forges, for lo, I come bearing water and fire from the most unlikely of s7 sources: Episode 10: Heart of the Lion

I’m gonna go ahead and say up front that some of this may have been speculated before; admittedly, I have only recently gotten into the kallura tag, so I’m not 100% sure what has been said. But hey, if it’s decent, it bears repeating, right? Also, my apologies for the somewhat dubious quality of these screen caps; I have only recently learned how to take a screen cap, and cropping them to point out things I noticed was an adventure in itself.

Anyway, back to the episode. I don’t know about y’all, but this seems to be the episode that suddenly had folks from the plance and kallura camps beginning to despair; and it all comes down to exactly one scene. And, because of that one scene, we managed to overlook or even brush off some other, shall we say, significant moments. Allow me to be the bringer of hope, won’t you? Get those shipper goggles out (just in case), and let the speculations begin!

Let’s start at the beginning (a very good place to start):

Let’s take in this progression. Shiro’s replacement arm is being powered on in the foreground; in the background, we see the five current paladins, in various states of nervous anticipation. I’m going to note here that, in cartoons and comics, part of the story is told in pictures; so, body language/angling is important. When it comes to main characters, there aren’t many random backgrounds. What they look like helps inform their character. For example: Keith and Allura stand right next to each other, with arms crossed in front of them. This fits, as they both rely on each other, but are very internal characters, typically closed off with their emotions. Pidge is standing a little away from everyone, right next to the glass. She is openly curious about what’s going on, but she is also guarded around even her friends. Lance and Hunk, meanwhile, who are generally open about what they are feeling, stand with open postures.

...And here, things change a bit. Shiro’s arm is freaking out, and everyone moves from a shocked reaction to more of a defensive/protective stance.

Hmm. Interesting framing here. (Where you at, Hunk? I swear I didn’t cut him out.)

Again, the pictures help tell the story. We see what they want us to see, and I think if they are gonna slip any foreshadowing, anything that we will later look back on and say “OH”, then they will do it not just with dialogue, but with cinematography. (For example: most of us, unless we saw spoilers beforehand, bought into Pidge being a boy up until the “Katie reveal” a few episodes into S1. I don’t know about you, but when I go back and re-watch, I can’t help but wonder how I could have ever thought she was a boy.) Moving right along...

Keith has said before that he would save Shiro “as many times as it takes.” But there have been at least a couple scenarios where he was unable to do anything, for one reason or another, and Allura has been the one to step in and save the day, usually at personal sacrifice to herself. I’m thinking s1e10 (”Collection and Extraction”), and also here:

Look how quick she is!

Doing whatever it takes.

You’re welcome, Keith.

Going on to the next... let’s take a moment to appreciate Pidge and Allura working together! Many of us have expressed our hope that we would get to see more bonding between these two; I think they do have a sisterly relationship (which, IMO, is going to make some of the storylines in s8 really interesting!).

My peeps who like to reach can also play a kickin’ game of connect-the-dots in these pics... the angling and the lines of sight are gonna be the end of me.

Listen, it might be reaching, but you wouldn’t be reading this if you hadn’t already gotten your metaphorical step-ladder out. AAAAAND we’re moving right along...

The expressions are what I find interesting in this next set. We’ve moved on to the first mission in the episode, and we have our two teams. Now, I could be wrong, but I got the impression that the teams were supposed to work and stay together. The sniper/lookout team stays together; it seemed like the ground group was originally planning to, as well. But then, Keith tells James and Allura that he and Pidge are going on ahead. Look at Allura’s expression here...

Even here, after explaining to James that “it’s a cosmic wolf.” She looks a little distressed. I don’t think she expected to be left behind.

Let’s check on our “eye-in-the-sky”. This is just after Keith says he and Pidge are going in, and he asks Lance if he’s ready to cover them when they get inside. Check out those stress lines... He looks so much more tense here about Keith and Pidge going inside the facility than he looks a couple minutes later when he is actually having to pick off drones and sentries after Allura and James have been spotted. Hmm.

I’ll be revisiting another part here momentarily. Other metas have already taken note of the parallels between Pidge and Lance and their hand signal instructions to Keith (that scene is such a treat!), so I’ll save us some time and not retread ground. 

Now, let’s revisit some things. Namely, Lance’s seasons long crush on Allura. (Hang in there, gardeners, I promised you water and water you shall have.) Earlier, we see Veronica basically point out that Allura is Lance’s “type”, (this has to be something she just knows about him, because there is literally no flirting or interaction between Lance and Allura before this, and her saying “thank you” and him replying with “no problem” IS NOT FLIRTING; furthermore, he wasn’t just protecting Allura, he was also protecting James, and sharpshooting drones out of the sky and sentries pulling aggro is him performing his job responsibilities and looking out for his team. END RANT.) and Lance reacts. It is his reactions to the teasing that are important. Here is from the second time in this episode that she teases him:

I’m going to again emphasize Lance’s crush on Allura is/was seasons. long. This is not the first time he has been teased about it, in the cartoon OR the comic. Heck, anytime Hunk had an opening, he absolutely took it. So here is the part of this scene that doesn’t ring true for me: Lance’s reactions to this teasing were much different. For 6 seasons, we got Lance being pretty open with his flirtation and thinking Allura is attractive. When Hunk or anyone else teases him about Allura, he would usually grin, or try to act cool, and yes, a blush would be part of it. But here, he does not gush. Hunk did tease him mercilessly about his crush; before, he was super excited when Hunk just said in jest that Allura thought he was “dreamy”, but here, he gets flustered. His reaction to his sister teasing him is kind of visceral. He tries to brush the suggestion off. Because after s6? It seems more like he is trying to move on; and he was doing a pretty good job of it through the first half of s7.

Let’s move to the last bit, and once again, I will point out that cinematography in animation is important. Gardeners have been puzzling about Pidge in the “call out to your lions” scene; why does her expression look so troubled? So, I’m going to break down what I’ve noticed, and support my last piece of top-shelf reaching with a gif (so fancy!). Between the scenes of each paladin reaching out to their lion, there is a clean break. They each feel distinct... until we get to the last two.

We see Pidge, and the focus being drawn to her face, her expression looking sad; but then it flows almost seamlessly into Veronica and Lance driving away. The two scenes are connected. There is not a distinct break between the two. I wonder several things here... Where was Rizavi’s MFE in relation to Veronica’s vehicle before they left? Allura had her helmet under her arm; were the comms on? Or is this just a ton of bottled emotions that are almost to the point of not being able to be ignored any longer? We have no hope of answering any of these questions before s8. Believe me, I’ve tried. And it’s possible we may not revisit these again... but, given Voltron’s love of foreshadowing, we just might. 

This concludes my s7e10 hope/speculation session for the Garden and the Forge! May your plance be watered and your juniblades be sharpened.

[noradarhkpalmer]

well versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice

Title: well versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: Some pretty anti-arrow feels are in this one, sorry y’all.

Summary/Notes: Ray and the rest of the Legends are invited to another wedding of their allies. After the Nazi invasion from Earth X, Ray is hesitant to go. Nora encourages him only to find out that Team Arrow will be there and Nora is not sure she can be held responsible for what would happen if she were left unsupervised near Oliver Queen

Day nine of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the through my blog to see the others! Basically, I will be posted all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

Thank you so much to @timetravelingpalmer for encouraging me to publish this.

Ray honestly wasn’t sure whether or not he’d attend another wedding of someone in their general circle of allies after what happened the last time. Nazis. Losing a Legend. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

And yet he and the rest of the Legends were all agreeing to RSVP for the wedding of Wally West and Linda Park. He liked Wally, he’d been a part of the Legends for a short while and had saved him from being kidnapped in Berlin and had helped defeat Mallus. Wally was a cool guy and Ray couldn’t be more happy for him.

“Wally feels too young to be getting married. Isn’t he like 15?” Nora asked as they walked back to their room.

“No, I think that’s how old you technically are right now.”

Nora smacked his chest playfully. “So, who’s going to be your hot wedding date?”

Ray shook his head. “You, of course. Though I could always take Zari, she’s not the one with the history that may complicate the jolly festivities…”

Nora arched a brow. “And what’s THAT supposed to mean?”

“Well, Team Arrow is invited and you, for good reason, don’t like them.”

“Yeah cause Oliver Queen killed my dad.”

“Well Oliver Queen is probably going.”

Nora thought for a minute. Really thought if she could be civil and be in the same room as the man that killed her father. She understood from the day that she was free of Mallus that her father was not a good man, not even a good father, but he was still her father and he had sacrificed himself at the very end to give her a second chance. Knots formed in Nora’s stomach. She wanted to be there, with Ray, do something that made her feel normal. Normal people were their boyfriend’s plus ones to weddings.

“As long as I don’t have to talk to him I’ll probably be fine.”

“I’ll make sure we stay clear on the other side of the room of him at all times.”

xxxx

Much like Barry and Iris, Wally and Linda held a party the night before after the wedding rehearsal at Jitters. Ray and Nora were thrilled to be back in the place they had their first date in. The space was a lot smaller than they had remembered and it definitely felt small when Nora spotted Oliver Queen walk in with a pretty blonde on his arm.

Nora tightened her grip on Ray’s arm and he looked down at her.

“What’s up?” Ray asked.

“He’s here.”

Ray followed her gaze to where Oliver and Felicity stood. He saw the ring on Felicity’s finger shine brightly in the fairy lights decorating the room and swallowed. He knew that when he and Felicity ended things she went to be with Oliver but he had no idea they had gotten married after the Nazi’s from Earth X had invaded.

“If you feel like you can’t do this, we can go. Wally and Linda won’t be upset. We’ll just say goodnight and see them at the wedding tomorrow.”

“No I need to do this. I’ve been able to grow so much mostly thanks to your help. I need to be able to at least stand in the same room as him. It was a long time ago for me, I can handle it. I’ll let you know if I can’t. So thank you.” She leaned up and pecked his lips.

They continued to mingle with the others, mostly keeping in groups with the other Legends, occasionally talking with members of Team Flash, congratulating Wally and Linda until two blondes made their way towards them.

Nora tightened her grip again on Ray’s arm. “Relax, I’ll handle it.”

“Ray!” Felicity held out her arms for a hug. “How are you? I’m sorry about Professor Stein, he was a good man.”

Ray nodded. “Thanks, Felicity, I think that there will always be a missing piece of the Legends because of his absence.”

“Yeah. We all saw how many lives he touched at the funeral…” realizing the conversation was dying she turned her attentions towards the brunette with Ray. “Who’s your date?”

Ray pretended to not try and deflect the conversation onto something other than Nora and facepalmed himself. “Of course, you guys haven’t met. Felicity, this is my girlfriend, Nora. Nora, this is Felicity and Oliver Queen.”

Felicity pulled Nora into a hug, which was probably the last thing Nora ever wanted, and thankfully Oliver was standoffish as usual and didn’t even offer a handshake.

“It’s… nice… to meet you guys.” Nora tried to regulate her breathing. She was just a girl, meeting old friends of her boyfriend’s.

Felicity crinkled her nose. “Wow, we have so many Nora’s floating around lately, now another, how fun.”

“Yeah… exhilarating.” Nora deadpanned.

“And your eyes are so pretty, they’re absolutely striking.”

“Thanks, I got them from my dad.”

Nora watched as the comment made Oliver almost visibly flinch. She tried her hardest to hide the smirk. If he had figured it out, watching him squirm at her kindness was going to be almost as fun as all of the things she used to plan to do him if she ever got the chance to see him again.

“Well they’re gorgeous. So are you a Legend?”

“I am. Have been for about three months now.”

“That’s awesome they’re a good group of people.”

“Especially Ray.” Nora leaned her head onto his bicep. “He’s made me a better person.”

“Ray sees the best in people.”

“That he does.” Nora replied in a sickenly sweet but almost ominous tone.

Oliver coughed. “Felicity let’s go get a drink. It’s was nice seeing you again Ray, and meeting you Nora. We’ll talk later.”

Nora watched them walk away and smirked.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” Ray grinned optimistically.

“No, you know, it wasn’t.

xxxx

“Hey, we have drinks back at our table, why did you drag me away like you couldn’t me out of there fast enough? Don’t tell me you’re like jealous of Ray or something.”

Oliver made a face. “No. Something, something’s just off about what just happened.”

“What? The fact that Ray has a girlfriend? I’m really happy for him and Nora seems nice, a little on the dark side, but nice.”

It clicked. If Oliver were in a cartoon, a lightbulb would be turning on.

“Say that again.”

“She’s nice, a little dark but nice.”

“Dark.”

“Yes. The absence of light but also when people act a little mysterious.”

“No. Darhk.”

“Still not following you.”

“I think that’s Damien Darhk’s daughter: Nora.”

Felicity laughed. “That’s not possible. Nora Darhk is about sixteen years old. That can’t be her, that woman is in her thirties.”

“Ray spends his days traveling through time. I don’t know how or why, but I’m telling you, that woman over there is Nora Darhk and she’s dangerous.”

“Oliver, come on. That’s not her. You’re being ridiculous and paranoid. Now can we go back to the party, to celebrate Wally and Linda. Fashion a smile, Mr. Grumpypus.” She pretended to pinch his cheek.

“Fine. But I’m telling you I’m right.”

“Sure.” Felicity patted his chest to appease him.

xxxx

“Felicity… why does that name sound familiar?” Nora asked she stirred her drink while at a bar top table with a few of the other Legends. Ray had left to go talk with Cisco about something on the other side of the room and Nora didn’t trust herself to be left unsupervised.

“Like Felicity Smoak? That’s cause she’s Ray’s ex.” Zari explained and popped an olive in her mouth.

Nora almost choked on her drink. “What?”

“And you didn’t know that. Right well I’m going to exit the conversation now.”

Nora grabbed Zari’s arm. “What do you know about his relationship with her?”

“Brief cause now she hangs on Oliver Queen’s arm. It was right after he bought Queen Consolidated. I’m trying to remember other concrete details but honestly I only know this much cause Amaya and I got Ray super drunk one night and he kept crying about wanting to find love.”

Nora sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay. Do you know if they’re still on good terms?”

“Oh yeah, they broke up amicably. Felicity knew her heart was with Oliver and Ray was being a little too Ray about the whole thing. That’s all. Can you let go of my arm now?”

Nora realized she still had it in a tight grip and released it. “Sorry.” She returned to stirring her drink. Oliver had hurt her. Felicity had hurt Ray. She needed Ray to come back before she did something really stupid.

xxxx

Ray finally returned to her side and she kissed him softly.

“Hey, miss me?”

“Always.” She felt him drape an arm around her shoulders and smiled up at him. She was ready to grill his ass.

“Why didn’t you tell me Felicity was your ex-girlfriend?”

“Because we broke up amicably and it didn’t seem relevant and I didn’t want to add to the stress of you being in the same room with the man that killed your dad.”

Nora glared at him. “Your ex married the man that killed my father. It’s definitely relevant, babe.”

“Sorry… I’ll make sure to tell you the next time I run into an ex of mine.”

“How many exes do you have!?”

“Just two others and one died.” Ray squeezed his eyes shut, ready for Nora to hex him.

Nora took in deep breaths to calm herself back down. “Okay. Oliver and Felicity don’t know who I am. We are going to keep it that way because I will not be held responsible for what happens if he confronts me and knows I’m Damien Darhk’s daughter.”

“Don’t worry, I have it all under control.” Ray said and totally lied through his teeth, he did not have it all under control.

xxxx

Oliver caught Sara’s arm and she batted him off. 

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Queen?”

“Sara, I’m going to ask you this once and you better tell me the truth. Who is that.” Oliver pointed over to Nora as she and Ray chatted with Wally and Linda.

“That’s Nora, she joined the team three months ago and has been dating Ray for about as long.”

“And?...”

“And she’s really great, she makes really good baked chicken soup and makes Ray really happy.”

Oliver sighed, exasperated. “You know exactly why I’m asking you who she is. Sara, she’s the daughter of the man that killed your sister.”

“And you’re the man that murdered that man in front of her when she was twelve! She’s not dangerous if that’s what you’re wondering. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a hot date to return to.” Sara caught Ava’s eyes from across the room and winked at her.

Oliver shook his head. “She’s dangerous. She’s a Darhk. She’s probably killed tons of people.”

“So have you and so have I. We’re already a team of misfits and felons, why not add another?”

“Because you guys have reformed.”

“You don’t know that she hasn’t. Look at her, really look at her. Remember the little girl you made watch as you killed her father. She’s only just now getting back to being the person she was before you did that. Ray makes her really happy and Ray has really really sad puppy eyes when she’s not around. Leave her alone, Oliver. I mean it.”

“I’m surprised to hear you defending Damien Darhk’s daughter but fine. If she causes trouble...”

“I’ll kill her myself.” Sara replied to appease him.

xxxx

“Nora Darhk, you’re causing quite the stir.” Sara saddled up next to Nora and Ray.

Nora laughed. “Are you talking about Oliver Queen? Did you tell him who I was?”

“I did and I told him to leave you alone and that if you actually started causing trouble that I would kill you. Now that of course, makes him think I’m on his side when in reality I lied through my teeth and will cheer you on if something ends up happening.”

Nora choked on a laugh. “Thanks for the moral support?”

“Anytime.” Sara clapped Nora on the back and went in search of Ava.

Felicity hurried up to them as soon as Sara left. “Okay so Oliver just told me that Sara confirmed what he was thinking and I just have to say that…”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, blondie.” Nora held up a hand. “I might be Damien Darhk’s daughter but I think I am the first person in line ready to bury every atrocity with my father. Also. I stopped you because your opinion is pretty invalid given how terrible your taste is. You left Ray, a true gift to this world, for Oliver...  oh what could be said about Oliver? Oliver, a man who thought it would be perfectly okay to murder a twelve year old girl’s father in front of her. That is why your opinion is invalid and I really don’t want to continue talking to you anymore.”

Felicity sputtered out words that weren’t actually words and turned on her heel, leaving the conversation.

Ray was shocked, turned on, and proud of Nora. He couldn’t decide which more he was but she could.

“What do you say we ditch this party early and head back to the Waverider since we’ll be the only ones on board?” She winked and pressed her back into his front further, feeling his need for her.

“I… yeah, that sounds like an excellent idea.”

Nora turned a little and grabbed him by his tie. She kissed him square on the mouth and when she pulled away, glanced over at Oliver Queen with a smirk and then led Ray to the door, ready to spend the rest of her night with the man she loved.

[novarasalas]

The Look Back

What a wild ride that was, huh? This season really had it all. Sometimes to it’s detriment.

The objective part:

The good:

The drama, the action, the animation, the voice acting. They’ve really steped up the production this time around.

The bad:

Weird pacing issues, the first half doesn’t line up with the second. In fact the last half of the season feels like a different show almost entirely.

The subjective part:

I want to state this before I get started: I love Voltron. I wouldn’t have spent all this time on it if I didn’t.

When I started watching Voltron, I had two reasons. One was that I needed something to hold my attention for a bout 20 minutes at a time so that I wouldn’t get distracted while excersizing and quit. The other was that I needed something good and uplifting to drag me out of the terrible funk I’d been in for years.

It worked on both counts. It helped me stay on track while working out, and I found inspiration again; I wasn’t all doom and gloom anymore. Pair that with a vibrant fan community, I was feeling better than I had in years.

I’m glad I was feeling better, because this show started to take a dark turn.

Now, I’m not so much complaining about that as I am pointing it out. It’s a bit weird to me. The show feels as if it was meant to be one of those stories that grows with you, slowly building more mature storylines as time goes on

But there was nothing slow about how this series was paced.

It’s only been on for two years, and we’ve gotten so much plot in that time. Too much, really.

And I have to wonder: what’s going on here?

This is not the show I started watching. It’s as if they don’t know what they want their own story to be.

I think that DW wanted a cartoon made to sell toys based on an existing property, and the EPs  wanted their own vision of the show realized. In the end, we got a compromise. And it...well, it’s working. But I feel like we’ve lost a lot of potential. I would have liked either take on the story, but when they’re mashed together like this, it’s a bit disconcerting.

But like I said, I’m still enjoying it immensely. I’ve long since managed to allow myself to sit back and enjoy what’s being shared with me. This is the story that these people have decided to share with me, and I support them in it.

I’m still having a great time.

-

Where to from here.

Well, season 8 is upon us. I’m not much of a theorist; I’ve been hilariously wrong in my predictions before.

*  *  *from here I talk about season 8 things, so if you’re trying to avoid all that, here’s your chance * * *

We’re all going in blind. That’s by design.

I’ve said before that I’m worried about what happens with Krolia. I’m worried that Honerva is going to  want revenge for what Voltron did with Lotor, and I have a bad feeling that she’s going to do this through Keith.

There are other ideas about Keith, and how maybe he’s captured, or mind controlled, or forced to fight the rest of his team.

There’s still the in fighting about the endgame ships, as if those are at the forefront of this story. I woudn’t mind a few becoming canon myself, but dammit y’all...just. Stop.

Is the universe dying from all the quintessence draining that’s been happening? Will they have to destroy Voltron to give back that quintessence?

I have no idea. I mean, I thought that the Earth battle would be the end of the story. And at the end of season 7, everything tied up nicely. It was a good, hopeful ending. But...it wasn’t the end.

I can only have faith at this point, because I’ve seen shows that continue after a good ending setup, only to bork it in the finale. Please, please, please don’t do this to me.

-  - -

And...that’s all.

We’re hours away from the end of it. You stressed yet?

I want to thank everyone who’s been reading these reviews. I never got much traffic from them, but the encouragement I got was great. I started these not just to talk about Voltron, but to try to be creative again. Chronic illness ate my brain; I’m slowly rebuilding. So you’ve helped me with that, too.

That’s about it then. I’m probably going to binge the whole thing on Saturday night, alone and in the dark as nature intended. After 3 am est, I won’t be checking any notes, lest some goblin spoils me.

See you all on the other side!

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

It's finals week for me and I'm stressing big time. Can I get some fluff/cuddle imagines for poly roadrat, and poly mchanzo if it's not too much?

For you, to clear your stress (I wish you the best of luck on your finals!!), and for me, to cure my cold, and for everyone else, to feel amused at our problems but also to feel fluffy and warm inside because poly cuddles are great.

Tbh, I just want a big boyfriend, a small boyfriend, and a girlfriend. Is that too much for a polyamorous person to ask?

I’ll tell ya. Yes. Yes it is. Apparently.

Moving on. I love your username. (I also said so in the tags.)

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Roadrat

You both cuddle up on Roadhog’s belly

But y’all share a bath or a shower first, as to not get your cuddle supplies all dirty

Jamison probably encourages onesie-wearing but there’s not a onesie big enough for Mako, so Jamie either tries to make one or the large piggy wears sweats

Movie/TV binging (usually provided by you) and loads of junk food (provided by them)

No food-shaming here

Eat to your heart’s content

Usually cartoons or animated movies unless you can convince Jamison to agree to watch something else

Roadhog will cut you both off if either of you start complaining about stomachaches though

If this happens, he’ll probably rub and kiss your belly/bellies (if the same happens to Jamie) to make you feel better

Roadhog always has one hand on you and the other on Jamison

Usually on your butts, if the reach is possible (ex. y’all are curled up on your sides against this big beautiful man)

Furniture forts

Pillow Pets

Plushy piles

Being wrapped up in sleeping bag burritos

Roadhog nose boops

Jamison smooches

Whenever he gets the chance to tbh

Lots of Jamison smooches and squeezes and touching for both you and Roadhog

Jamie’s a very touchy, squeezy person

And he’s just excited about the experience in general

Pecious man-boy bean

Roadhog’s smooches are less frequent and usually only happen during breaks but he always gives plenty of nuzzles to make up for it

He always wears his hair down when you guys are just chilling out at home

Also that hand is always holding you or squishing you or rubbing its way along your body, so he’s definitely not lacking affection at any point in time

At times he’ll nuzzle your head or ear and make little snorty piggy noises at you

Or he’ll nuzzle a pig plushie against your cheek and snort

Jamison might copy him just to make you giggle

Mako laughs and gets so happy if you do it back

Y’all will probably end up falling asleep after like twelve movies/seasons and then sleep for like six more hours

Or the boys will, at least

Roadhog sleep-snorts

Jamie mumbles and drools a bit

McHanzo

Lord, fucking help me please I want to be sandwiched between these two men; not even sexually just let me be snuggled between the two of them please and thanks

One’s on either side of you at all times

Bigger couches need to exist/be bought for times like these

Y’all will just lay somewhere like that for hours

Bed, floor, couch, patio, porch swing, backyard, wherever the fuck you feel like

Hanzo’s hands usually end up roaming your body and playing with your clothes while Jesse’s constantly playing with your hair

Competitive kissing

Hanzo kisses your neck, Jesse kisses your jaw, cheek, and nose

Jesse kisses your hairline, Hanzo kisses all the way down the side of your face

Hanzo kisses you, Jesse kisses harder

Simultaneous neck kisses on either side of your neck

It’s a dizzying experience, really

Could this lead to you three doin’ the fukk, who knows?

They’re both competitive boys

You three will usually just cuddle someplace in silence but every once in a while you and Jesse can convince Hanzo to join for a cuddle pile while watching musicals

Hanzo’s critical about just about everything you and Jesse pick out to watch though

He’ll end up picking the movies instead

He doesn’t pick too bad of movies

He’s actually one hell of an oldies/classics nerd

Jesse, stay away from the fU C K iNg Westerns goddammit

You get your choice of wearing Jesse’s hat or serape

Hanzo usually gets the other

Sometimes all three of you will share the serape

Sometimes Jesse’s in the middle because A) He’s the biggest B) He’s a natural heater and C) Just don’t give a fuck however you lay on top of, next to, or wrapped around him

Hanzo’s kind of picky and a bit claustrophobic, so he doesn’t do the middle often; he likes having a free side

Unless he’s in a bad mood; then smother the grumpy ninja boy

The noodle dragons usually join in on these cuddles

They each pick either you or McCree to cling to or they wrap around both of you

Dragon pillows

Dragon scarves

Hanzo usually ends up with dragon tails in his face

He gets a bit jealous of his dragons and depending on his mood he’ll shoo them away

Again, smother him if this happens

Jesse will probably be the one to suggest forts, pillow fights, and onesies

Hanzo will engage in only the fort building

And the pillow fights

But if those to really start, you usually end up watching from the sidelines and eating popcorn while they wrestle around for a while

They’ll stop eventually, after falling off or hitting their head on some piece of furniture

If this goes on too long, they’ll apologize and make it up to you by smothering you is scratchy facial hair kisses and getting you your favorite treats

Literally hotheaded teenagers in scruffy men’s bodies

[ptiasims]

Ayyy a question thingy I was tagged in.

100 Questions No One Asks

I was tagged by my name twin @thedancingsim. <3 

The questions and answers are under the cut because wow lol that’s a lotta questions!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

When I had a door, I slept with it closed. Now I have a little doorway that leads into the kitchen, like a bachelor suite so it is open... as there is NO door. But I’m slowly getting used to it. 

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?

If I stayed at hotels often, I would. The last time I stayed in one, I didn’t take anything, though. 

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

They stay tucked in, I rarely ever sleep with the little flat sheet. I used to when it was hot, because I can’t sleep without something covering me, but now that I live in a little basement suite, it’s always cold so i can use my blanket. 

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?

I can’t say that I have, no! 

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

I tell myself yes so I can justify buying them, but I never do.

Yes, same here. I wish I used them. 

6. DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT NEVER USE THEM?

I haven’t cut out coupons yet, but I have a feeling I will eventually in the next few months haha. 

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?

Bees because I think I would have a chance of outrunning them or jumping into water.

I’m going to go ahead and agree with this as well. 

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?

They mostly start sprinkling my nose in the summer, uner the sun. 

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?

Generally, yes. 

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?

Racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc. people who are unwilling to listen and understand how absolutely absurd their opinions on those matters are.

Tèa had such a great answer, that I’m going to leave it, because honestly I’m so laid back and in my own world that I rarely let things get to me for very long. 

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?

Not my steps, but I have a habit of counting any stairs I’m on. Always. 

12. HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS?

Several times. One of my best friends likes to go walking in woods in the middle of the night, which is super great, especially when he purposely tells me about a ghost story just before we go into the woods, and I often end up peeing in the woods because I never go before I leave the house. 

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?

No.

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERE’S NO MUSIC PLAYING?

There’s always music in my head, but yes I have done this. 

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?

Nah, I’m a writer, I respect the pens and pencils too much.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?

None, I like to be alone recently. 

17. WHAT IS THE SIZE OF YOUR BED?

It’s technically a twin right now, but once I get the second mattress, it will be a king size. It’s a daybed from IKEA. 

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?

I have been on a Hot Chelle Rae kick lately, so either Tonight Tonight, or Honestly. They are such a great summer band.  

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?

It’s okay for anyone to wear whatever they want, what do I care? 

21. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?

Not really! I watch animated Disney and Pixar, but that’s it. 

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?

Paranormal Activity. 

i’m also going to stick with Téa’s answer for this one, because another friend of mine likes to have wine night and watch horror movie night because apparently i’m HILARIOUS to scare the shit out of and this is one of the movies he enjoys making me watch. 

I should get better friends?? 

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME?

Omg I don’t even know, but I’d probably build something over it, too for extra safe keeping. 

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?

Water or soda. 

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?

Barbecue sauce 100% 

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

Ugh I don’t even know how to answer this. I love shrimp, Panda Express, tacos.. my mom made this wonderful crab bake and invited me over for dinner last night and it was so good. 

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

Zathura, How to train Your Dragon (1&2), Harry Potter, Hunger Games (Except the first one)... honestly I rewatch a lot of movies. 

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/ KISSED YOU?

I made out with my boyfriend the other night at his friends’ house out on the balcony while he was loaded. Hi Joshua. 

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

I was a girl scout, for probabl one season, but I did do a lot of boy scout stuff with my brother and my mom when my brother was in the scouts. 

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?

UNLIKELY. 

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?

I wrote something to my mom I want to say two years ago, but I never sent it. 

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?

No, but I do get a discount for being a student. 

32.EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?

Two of them. And on the last one, my grandma told my mom that “your daughter needs to slow down!”  AND MY GRANDMA HAS PROBABLY TEN TIMES AS MANY TICKETS AS I DO she has a lead foot!!! 

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?

Not yet, but I do lock my keys in my car a lot, so let’s not rule it out. 

34. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWHICH?

TUNA WITH SPINACH AND CELERY 

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?

Cereal or like eggs or a smoothie 

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?

Lately, I’ve been crashing whenever I’m tired so that’s anywhere between 7pm-2am. 

36. ARE YOU LAZY?

Oh yes, absolutely. I’m filling this out rather than adding text to the next Remedy post ha my bad y’all. 

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?

my mom actually used to make our costumes, like shit she was good. but idk, halloween was never really a big deal to me, but I remember being a witch several times, and i remember asking for this one cloak during halloween solely because i wanted to play dress up with it for the rest of the year, i had no interest in it for halloween. 

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?

I have no idea?? I googled it and it says dog?? i’ll take it. 

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?

just the one, but i’d love to eventually learn spanish. my name is spanish for aunt, and i can apologize in spanish, so i’m getting there. 

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?

Not a one. 

43. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?

EITHER as long as I can build a really big fort with it. that’s all i’ve ever wanted. 

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?

NO. lol yes, completely bull-headed. 

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN?

I don’t care for either. 

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

Nope

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

For like two seconds, and then I get over it. 

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

Only when I’m in the car. 

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

Not so much anymore. 

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

Yes... always. 

50. EVER USED A GUN?

I’m originally from the states... it’s basically mandetory to shoot a gun. (It’s not, but I have used a gun, yes). 

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKE BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?

Lol I think it was a family portrait when I was in grade school, so a good ten or so years ago. 

53. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?

Some are, but some I love. It’s a hit or a miss. 

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?

Absolutely it is, but I love it. 

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?

Heck yes! 

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?

I don’t like cooked fruit. 

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?

Actress, singer, and writer. So i’m really practical. 

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

As much as I believe in breathing air. 

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?

All the time

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

Nah, but I should. 

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

I have fuzzy pig slippers that I adore. I rarely wear them because I want to keep them forever. 

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE?

No, but I’ve been wanting to have one just to make me feel grown up. 

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?

Big shirt & panties, boxer shorts and a tank top, sometimes something... just depends. 

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?

Britney Spears! And I got to meet her before the show. She had rened out my mom’s salon a few nights before hand so my mom went home to get me, take me back to work and I followed her around the store and told her DJ I wanted to sing when I grew up. I think I also cartwheeled around the store, but I didn’t even realize that it was her, I don’t thinkg, when I was following her around. 

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART?

Target (I miss it in Canada, RIP) 

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?

N...either. 

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?

Cheetos AND Fritos. 

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?

Neither. 

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN?

No

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?

Yes, and I wish I still did. 

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?

Whatever they want, idc as long as they’re happy. 

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?

Sure can. 

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?

No. 

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?

Only all the time. 

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?

I do not. 

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?

I do not. 

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE?

I burn candles, does that count? 

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

I have! 

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?

Ed Sheeran and Mumford and Sons again, and Maroon 5 again, Miley again... I don’t know about anyone else tb. 

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?

Awolnation with my ex ... NO WAIT, it was the last bit of July Talk which my ex was supposed to take me to, but I went with my friend instead. 

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?

Hot

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

Tea for sure. 

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?

Making me choose between two things I love is stressful. BOTH. 

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?

Yup! I used to take lessons lol 

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?

Yeah

85. ARE YOU PATIENT?

Most of the time. 

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?

I like the idea of a band, but probably DJ for a better sound quality. 

87. EVER WON A CONTEST?

Yeah

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?

No

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?

Neither, they’re both gross. 

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?

I can crochet in my sleep, but I’m just now learning how to knit. 

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?

My room right now omg it’s so cold. 

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?

I’m not sure, tbh. Some days I do, some days I don’t. 

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?

Not even a minute. 

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

Aww, his name was Jesse and he was a cutie for sure. 

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?

Not since I was like 3. Okay... maybe last week. Just kidding. 

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

I do not! But I have lovely niece’s and nephew’s whom I love so much. 

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?

Only like three, or so. 

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

Yellow

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RN?

Seger, the pup. 

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?

Oh man, I’m gonna go ahead and tag anyone who wants to do this! and also @malcolmlandgraab 

oh shit wait, i’m also going to tag @vodkasims for the name twin thing!!