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I get Wendy now. Because yeah, I'd be friends with my weird bosses grand niece and nephew. It'd be cool. But I too would ignore the fact that the almost 13 year old boy has a huge ass crush on me because...

Like thinking about it, when I saw the show for the first time, I shipped them so hard, but I was a kid and had no concept of age and how weird that would be. But now I'm older than Wendy and honestly, that would be so freaky.

He's a child. Like a literal child. With the whole 'I'm a big boy!' going in. Wendy is a full ass teenager with a job, a boyfriend, a big friend group and a life. Dippers just there for the summer and became infatuated. Sure, they ended up stopping the apocalypse and saving the world together but he's still just a kid.

So my point is, I hear you Wendy.

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It was in moments that she was high on adrenaline, blood rushing in her ears, an electric buzz running under her skin, her lungs burning hot that Tutu felt the most alive.

It could be when on her bike, air whipping around her and hair blowing like a cape.

It could be while pouring drinks, smiling and turning around, giving her voice a dark tone, getting a tip.

It could be while running around in the kitchen, spices in the air and the booming bass of the song rainging in her skull.

It could be in the last moments of a dance sequence, when everything is too much, when the ache in her bones feels justified, when her lungs are burning and her feet feel torn and she breathes.

But it could also be in moments like these, with his hands pressed to her hips and his back against a wall. In moments like this, in which the heat around them is anything but pure and the burning in her lungs is pure sin. In moments like this, where she grazes her teeth on hot, abused skin and the whine that reaches her ears makes her mind melt, her thoughts turn into a muddled puddle of- Peterididthatsoprettyamazingsogoodididthatpeterpeterpeter-

She feels as the world settles, as the wind becomes content and the sea accepts sailors, she feels as the bones in her body meld into her muscle and skin and she does not dare give attention to anything but him.

She feels his hands clench around her impossibly tight, and she cares for nothing but the feel of his hair under her hand, his neck, his shoulders, his chest as her hands descend down, down, down.

At this moment, with his body under hands, familiar and warm, she feels the breath in her lungs, and the bones in her body, and she feels settled, alive.

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She's lipstick stains and scalding hot tea, he's concealer smears and forgotten coffee cups. She's fluffy blankets and yellowed book pages, he's knit sweaters and old fantasy movies. She's cigarettes and shorts, he's chewing gum and torn jeans. She's paint smears and wild hair, he's polaroid pictures and tamed curls. She's dirty bars and abandoned parks, he's crowded alley ways and deserted rooftops. She's warm hands and short sleeves, he's cold hands and long sleeves. She's slutty dresses and leather jackets, he's tacky pun T-shirts and flannels.

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When young Morticia Parker, freshly orphaned and confused, sees an ad for a ballet class, she begs may and Ben to let her try it out, and after some negotiation, they take her to a try out class, and that's the day she bacame a dancer.

When Morticia met Harry Osborn, they didn't get along, he thought she was a dumb girl, and she thought he was a pretentious ass (- even if she didn't actually know what it meant), but when she defended him against some dumb kid with raised fists and bared teeth, they had quickly become attached at the hip.

Once harry found out about the ballet class, he insisted on coming to every rehearsal and every show and competition, and when the girls needed a male partner he was happy(albite shy) to be of help.

At some point Morticia found herself dancing as the male partner due to the lack of them in the class, but she didn't mind, infact she really liked it.

At some point, when harry and Morticia started bickering, he called her-"just a stupid girl" and she couldn't have that. She replied with a venomous " I'm not a stupid girl! I'm a PARKER!". Harry didn't call her anything else since.

At some point Parker stopped wanting to go to classes, she stopped wanting to do anything really, she shut down. Later on when May and Ben walked in on her babysitter holding her down they understood why.

After that, when Parker started dancing again, it was to heal, it was to breathe.

And this time around, when they went to court, and won another case, parker kept dancing through it, to heal, to breath, to live.

When Parker met Tutu, it was like a breath of fresh air. The first time they met, she made him laugh so hard he spent 10 minutes on the floor recovering. The first time they met, it was like someone opened a window In a room that had no air.

Parker and Tutu bacame partners in every sense of the word. Whenever they could, they would dance together, they would cover for each other, prank each other, blamed each other and laughed at each other.

When Parker, a young(so very young) nerd, went on a field trip to Oscorp, was bitten, and gained powers, she didn't want to do anything about it, but then uncle Ben was shot. He was shot and she was at fault. And the only thing she could do, was take his knowledge, and perform it the best she could.

'with great power, comes great responsibility '

Parker kept dancing, she danced like her life depended on it.(it almost did)

Parker kept dancing, and she kept up her grades, and she kept up aunt may, and she kept fighting on the streets. And the only thing that kept her up, was Tutu.

Tutú. Tutú that held Parker through tears and breakdowns, that talked her down from a distance with flashbacks and panic attacks, that held her hand through the grief and the heartache, that held her back on rooftops and bridges, that stitched parker up from stab wounds (pricks) and split knuckles.

Parker got batter, Parker became spider-man.

At first, when people started calling her spider-man, she almost corrected them. But then she figured out that she couldn't care less, in fact, she kind of liked it.

Parker kept dancing.

And Then parker disappeared.

Parker was gone and May and Tutu were left picking up the pieces for their life they had left.

Parker was gone, but she and Tutu kept dancing.

Every time Tutu was dancing, jumping in the air, or twirling around the room, she felt like Parker was there, hands light on her waist, guiding her through the movements, whispering praises in her ear.

Every time parker was dancing, a routine that was ingrained in her head, she felt Tutu there, clapping cheerfully in the mirror, hands light as they help her into a new position.

Then parker was back.

Parker found out her aunt was in the hospital and wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, and didn't know what else to do except dance. So she went to the studio, and did just that.

When Parker came to the studio every day for a week spending hours upon hours in different rooms, with different people, it took her just that amount of time to realize that someone wasn't there.

Tutú was dancing, but she couldn't go back to dancing in a place where she's expecting someone she knows isn't coming.

It took time, but when a friend asks her to come help her with rehearsals, she reunites with parker, and it's full of kisses, and hugs, and tears, and a couple breakdowns.

When the internship with stark, that parker gained after spending some recovery time in the tower, becomes too close and personal, she tries running away, but like time and time again, Tutu was a lifeline and a fresh breath of air.

When Parker brought in James(fucking)Barnes to a rehearsal, tut almost had an aneurysm, asking him questions and staring at him with wide eyes, and Parker was pleased to see the nerd deep in her heart come out.

So they danced.

They danced, and they fought, and they talked, and hugged, and kissed, and they sang, and they fell in love.

They slept, and they were silent, and they cried, and they breathed, and they fell in love.

After all is it even worth it, if you aren't that tad bit in love with your best friends?

Cause they know that it totally is when they are.

Tutú knows that being in love with her best friends means everything is just a tad MORE. It's feeling at peace when they talk to her, it's the buzz under her skin when they touch it's the fireworks in her brain when they laugh, it's the pleased feeling in her chest when they smile.

Parker knows that being in love with her best friend means everything is better. That everything is more peaceful next to her, is having coffee breath on each other's faces, is the butterflies in her stomach when they spend time together, is the thrill of living next to her.

Together, they know falling in love with their best friend like a waterfall that they want to drown in, they know it like quite peaceful mornings, they know it like aching muscles, sweat and a smile, they know it like whispered promises they always managed to keep, they know it like grief and tears, they know it like they know the other.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but it might be a start for a fic, so if you want this to be, help me, give me plots, ideas, quirks, even characters.

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In another world, Harry Potter is the boy who lived. In another world, he lives with his dead mother's cruel sister. In another world he is just another bot, until his 11th birthday. In another world he meets the weasleys before the train. And in another world he is a griffindor.

In this world, Harry isn't the boy who lived, and in this world he isn't an only child.

In this world, on July 31, 1980, Lily Potter gave birth to beautiful twins.

Harry Regulus Potter, named after his parents past lover and his best friend's brother, may he rest in peace.

And Euphima Sirius Potter, named after her father's deceased mother and her godparent.

When the twins were born, everyone was there.

Everyone needed a bit of peace and happiness in the war, and waiting for their former classmate and friends new children was just that apparently, considering the panic of actually waiting for them to be born.

When only James and Lily's closest friends were left, they told them the names, and boy was that a sight to see.

When Sirius looked like he was about to cry, James added in, that he felt that naming them after the black siblings, was almost like reconnecting them again, helping them be siblings.

Sirius cried.

When James and Lily asked Remus, Sirius and Marlene to be godparents it seemed almost natural. Maybe a bit sad, after all needing more than two godparents just in case is kind of sad.

And then Remus cried.

He tried to decline, but lily told him to shut up, man up, and deal with it.

After that all seemed well. Until Sirius declined the position of secret keeper and offered Peter.

A couple of days after the situation Sirius couldn't bear not telling Remus the truth, so he sat down, and he told him that he didn't trust himself enough to be the secret keeper, and although the hard times of war, Remus and Sirius stayed together, not letting society's stereotypes and rules drive them apart.

And that's how on the night of Halloween, Remus and Sirius together on the couch, tired to the bone from an order mission, received lily's patrons.

After that it was almost a haze, getting to the potters, finding the twins.. finally finding the spy.

Sirius was taken to azkeban for the murder of the 13 muggels and Peter pettigrew, no trial, no help, no nothing.

Harry and Euphima, without Remus knowledge, were taken to Petunia, and was that a trip.

Remus was trying to find the twins and give Sirius a fare chance, when Petunia called Remus, warning him that if he didn't collect the twins they will go into the system, and that was Remus breaking point.

He took them, and stormed to his old headmasters office, wanting to give him a piece of his mind.

This is the story of the... Blacks? Lupins? Evans? Potters?

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Percy always had a weird kind of feeling that his life was going to end.

Even before he knew he is a monster beacon.

When the prophecy was revealed to him, he felt like it finally made sense, like his upcoming doom was the reason for his parenoia.

But then his birthday came and left and he was still alive.

He was shocked, couldn't be happy, they just won a war, losing friends and pieces of themselves to the battle,nothing to be happy about.

Then he woke up, with nothing but a name that didn't belong to him and a weird feeling he was going to die.

Then he and Annabeth fell. And fell. And fell.

They were basecly dead in Tartarus, but for the first time in his life it didn't feel like it.

When they got out, leaving with a new addition to their mountain of regrets, Percy realized why.

They were dead.

It took him time, but when he accepted it, it all made sense.

They died in Tartarus, or on the way there, and they rose, and came back from hell.

Like every monster they spend every day of their lives running from.

Percy and Annabeth died, then came back in Tartarus, and made their way out.

Percy knew he was meant to die, always did, but he never imagined he would have to wake up and face the consequences of his death.