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byhuenii · 6 months

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✩°｡ ⋆⸜ matching halloween costumes w/ jjk men

AN: listen yes i know IM 5 days late to halloween but who gives a fuck! i love me halloween i love me some matching halloween costumes and i love me some jjk men. simple girl with simple needs 🤷‍♀️ Fem!reader BTW

Included: Gojo Geto Nanami Toji Choso !!

Gojo Satoru - Beast Boy and Raven

at first he was totally against the idea of turning his hair green because duh it was what made satoru satoru! but with some little convincing he caved in (YES!)

he knew of beast boy and raven is what he told you but he didn’t he really didn’t have a childhood to which he could watch cartoons, so he had to look up beast boy and robin he even watched some clips of just beast boy and raven. he wanted to fit the role—the more he watched the more he was convinced yeah he is beast boy.

and when the costumes finally came in on time for shoko’s halloween party, he was already in character. instead of calling you princess baby he now calls you mama. you can’t lie it makes you giggle at how dedicated he is. and to be honest he really just wanted to see you in that body suit with tights and a cape. before and during the party he couldn’t keep his hands off you. (he is so beast boy :c)

Geto Suguru - Woody and Bo Peep

at first he was confused like, why would you want to be dolls? why couldn’t you be like mario and princess peach? but no you had to convince him to be woody and bo peep. it took some actual convincing a whole powerpoint presentation.

he knew of those two already since you loved doing toy story, it was your comfort movie. your go to movie. your my personality movie. he still never got the whole appeal of it still. it wasn’t like you two were doing anything it was just going to be a simple chill at home handing candy to kids while satoru and shoko were there being themselves annoying geto. so when he put the costume on the day of halloween he looked himself in the mirror laughing. you who was confused thought he liked it oh so wrong. he thought he looked stupid,

you were already in the living room with satoru and shoko talking. he wanted to walk out without the costume but he knew you had always wanted to match as bo peep and woody—he put it back on and sucked it up. satoru being satoru of course laughing at suguru but he didn’t care suguru did it for you. (he would look so cute as woody with his long hair/man bun DONT @ ME.)

Nanami Kento - Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON NANAMI. that man is such a gentleman he doesn’t care what you guys are for halloween, as long as you’re happy that’s all that mattered to him. he never cared for halloween it was just a silly holiday to dress up, this was serious for you SERIOUS BUSINESS.

the two of you binged watched every single disney princess movie and you came to the conclusion he liked tangled the most. there was just something about the movie he liked it. you immediately ordered everything for the costume so when he finally out it on, it was game over. it was like he was fit perfectly for the role as flynn ryder. he thought he looked good but when you put on the costume you looked amazing to him,

something about the corset and longer hair did something to him, got him giggling kicking his feet! you could say the same. the white open top button with the vest…it was like his normal attire but just more flynn ryder. safe to say he had kiss stains all over his face

Fushiguro Toji - The chef and Remy the rat

Listen you are basically already toji’s sugar mommy cause that boy cannot hold a job and for that why don’t we give him a job on halloween as a one of the many chefs from ratatouille!

you moreover the rat wouldn’t maybe say remy but definitely a cute ass rat! toji was all for it until you put on the ears. he looked at you all weird like you were some human sized rat which you weren’t. you literally had a grey corset white skirt and rat ears. CUTE rat ears. he wouldn’t even kiss you or hug you because he thought he would be seen as a rat lover like what??

you didn’t care you looked cute and took picture cause at the end of the day your goal was just to make you and your greasy boyfriend look cute together, maybe you should’ve done ghost face but who cares you were a cute rat.

Choso Kamo - Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy

it was a last minute costume, both of you weren’t going to do anything but remembered you could just walk around Shibuya! …well itadori invited you two because he knew you two would laze around on the couch watching cheap horror movies on the TV with some popcorn that was probably too stale for you two to eat.

and with last minute costumes calls for last minute shopping and what did you find? some spiderman suits. i mean take what you can get and don’t throw a fit! choso was skeptical cause its just a bodysuit, he would be exposed! but he still bought it, and man that shit formed his body perfectly, his abs were outlined his biceps.

the two of you ended up just throwing on some sweats/cargos over the bodysuit and called it a day. choso had the mask hang out of his front pocket, you just wanted to grab it wrap it around his neck and pull him into infinite kisses. yuuji thought you two looked so cute with the matching costume! if yuuji likes the costume and you like the costume that is all that mattered to choso, he was happy loving every moment he spent with you and yuuji.

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dazzlinghazefics · 8 months

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Theo Raeken x Reader : Mi Amor

pairing -Theo Raeken x Reader

disclaimer - nothing but come cute stuff and fluff.

req by - anon.

Y/N hasn't been with the Pack for a while (as she had been on a vacay) so she didn't knew exactly what was happening around, but she felt this uncanny thing, as if something bad is going to be in town, or already is in town. Y/N is a mere human and met the pack by chance while trying to say herself from an omega. And since then, she has known about the supernatural world.

She was lost in your own world while walking towards he rhome when a truck parked on a side caught her attention.

'Theo?' Y/N gasped.

'Who-Y/N?'

Theo had woken up with a start and staring at the girl's face, had immediately recognized her.

That pretty girl he once shared everything with. His friend.

' What are you doing here, Theo? When did you come back? Why are you sleeping in this -' Y/N hurled questions.

'Umm..' Never ever in his life Theo had stammered but now.

Y/N felt something wrong with him. She simply said, 'Come with me.'

' You know I have none and nowhere to go.' he didn't want to tell that to her, but he couldn't help himself.

Y/N felt her insides clench.

So, depite his protests, she took him home with her.

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'Hey Theo! Look what I have baked!' Y/N chirped as soon as she noticed him coming in through the front door.

He was beside her in an instant, holding a bouquet in his hand.

Y/N just raised a brow.

' Oh you had said once you like ( your fav flowers ) so I brought some for you.'

Although seeing the quantity, anyone could decipher it was anything but some.

'I look like a mess! Are you sure am looking alright?' Y/N pouted.

'You're the prettiest mess I've ever seen.' Theo smirked.

'Are you trying to flirt, Raeken?'

'Maybe?'

Scratch, surely.

'Hey, Y/N!' Danny approached, literally stealing her ( according to Theo) for the day ( actually for a project, and for just 30 mins).

'Why are you looking like a kicked puppy?' she asked, during lunch, to a sulking Theo.

'Theo was jealous.' Malia deadpanned, while a silent Theo glared at her.

'He wha-' Y/N yelled.

' I don't like the way he looks at you, Y/N.' Theo grumbled, earning a confused look from her, chuckles and smirks from others.

'Am tiredddd! I hate school!' she whined and rested her head on his shoulder, gently.

'Why?' Theo had never been this interested in someone's life like this, so eager to know tiniest details and listen so attentively, but it was different for her, with her.

'Don't tell me you love maths!'

'I don't like school itself.'

'Who enjoys school?' she pouted, 'Istg, if I ever have kids, I'll not pressurize them for maths!'

Something shifted in Theo. He started fiddling with his hands and felt his pulse rise.

'NOPE. NO.NEVER.' Theo grumbled, putting the pillows.

'But why? Rapunzel is good!'

'We watched Legally Blonde last night!'

But he gave in when she flashed her puppy eyes at him.

' Flynn is adorable! Irresistible!' she was gushing, minutes later into the movie.

'Why are you so obsessed with a cartoon- Ouch!'

Theo couldn't continue as Y/N had smacked his arm, 'Nothing against my baby!'

Without realizing, the two were getting domestic and closer.

'Theo is smiling genuinely? He can do that? Crap. Are we dead?'

'That isn't Theo, bruh.'

Was the Pack's reaction seeing him so soft, smiling, and being all goody two shoes for you and at you.

And all of a sudden, after all the butterflies, loving gazes, cheek kisses, he went away. Leaving Y/N hurt, sad and broken.

It has been a a hell lot of time since Theo had left.

' Y/N? Come to my home. Right now.' Scott had called her, and without greeting, just yelled that.

And she swore she'd never been that fast on the roads.

'Theodore Karl Raeken, Is this really you?' Y/N choked out seeing him standing in front of her, in flesh.

No one else was in the room and vicinity.

He just nodded. Theo had never been good with emotions so he wasn't able to figure out what he was feeling that moment. But, as soon as Y/N had take him in a hug, a tear rolled down his cheek as the emotion slowly came to his understanding.

He loves her.

'STAY. I need you more thank you think. I need you today, tomorrow and will need you till I die and in afterlife too.' Theo managed to speak out his heart, indirectly.

'I know there a flicker of what I wanted you to be still inside you, Theo. So am staying.' Y/N said and breaking out of the squeezed his palm.

Since then, Theo was changing more.

'Alright, let's get this over with!' Theo yelled, frustrated, after having enough dealing with his feelings.

'What, Theo?' she asked, confused.

' I like you, scratch, I love you and have been, for a long time.'

'You what?' she asked, shocked.

He stared at her soft, pink lips, trying too hard to not give in his instinct and kiss her then and there.

But after seconds, which felt like eternity to him, he gave in.

'You want me to stop?' Theo asked, even though Y/N was reciprocating.

'No.'

'I swear to god, am not going to do this again!' Y/N screamed her lungs out as she gave a strong push while Theo continued taking her pain away, wincing at it and the squeeze on his hand while cooing softly and encouraging his girlfriend.

'Calm down, Babe..'

'Shut up! This is because of you!'

'Alright, you've got this! One last push!' Melissa encouraged.

And few mins later, baby Raeken was born.

And it was the first time anyone had seen Theo cry.

A small smile graced Y/N's lips as she mumbled softly with her boyfriend beside her and their daughter in her arms, 'Tara. Tara Gracie Raeken.'

And Theo started sobbing harder.

'I can't decide who is the baby here.'

Theo chuckled as he wiped his tears and cooed to the little one, ' Hey Tara, this is Daddy. I know I have been a pretty bad person, but I promise I'll try to be better for you and your Mommy. I will always love and protect you both...And no partner for you till you're 40.'

'Seriously, Raeken?' Y/N scoffed, amused.

The transformation of Theo Raeken had taken everyone in shock and they continued to remain dazzled for years.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken x you

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bubybubsters · 5 months

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Three Shadow Boys

a/n: good day. Meh. I’m skipping homework for this. Sorry I’ll update something at one point.

masterlist

wc: 1450

summary: just 3 shadow boys hanging out! Ruhn, Azriel, and Xaden.

*****

Crescent City- Ruhn

Ruhn grinned at his new found friends as he lead them around the city. They’d already been to see Bryce and his sister had flirted shamelessly. After an hour of Hunt, Xaden, and Azriel having a pissing contest, Bryce kicked them out to make it up to her boyfriend. So he gave the idiots a tour of the city and naturally, they insulted and laughed at everything that was Ruhn’s. Like how his headphones were navy blue instead of black because apparently ‘we’re the shadow boys, you’ve got to get black.’

When he introduced them to Tristan and Flynn they got along perfectly! Not even a pissing contest over Flynn’s hot girlfriend! They were currently playing poker and Azriel was winning with a giant stack of chips triple everyone elses.

“I swear, he’s cheating,” Xaden’s complaint was met with much agreement.

“I would never! I’m an honorable shadow boy!”

Ruhn grinned, “let’s see how ‘honorable’ you are when we start drinking.” They all laughed and continued their loss of money.

“I quit! Ruhn show us to those guns, please, before I jump that cheating ass.”

“I’m not cheating!”

Ruhn just shook his head and dealt out the cards once again.

By the end of the next round, Xaden had reached his limit and leapt across the table to see Azriel’s cards.

“He’s not cheating! That’s impossible.”

Ruhn joined him and they both stared at down at the smug shadowsinger with a look of pure disbelief.

“Ruhn! Stop giving him all the good cards! I should start dealing!”

Ruhn gaped at Xaden. “You’re blaming this on me!? I can’t control what cards I give who!

“Just cheat!”

“You know what, guns sound great right now. At least I’m the best at that because you idiots can’t shoot.”

***

“What happened to ‘you idiots can’t shoot?’” Azriel grinned at Ruhn as he hit bullseye after bullseye.

Xaden groaned. “I can’t shoot!”

“Why is Az good at everything, it’s not fair.” Ruhn growled in frustration as he missed the bullseye by half a millimeter.

“You can’t be groaning! At least you can hit the damned target.” Both Az and Ruhn laughed as Xaden’s shot went wide and hit the deer head decorating the space 50 feet above the targets.

“Not my fault you won’t accept my help. I’ve told you a million times! You’re holding the gun wrong!”

“I am not! I’m not that stupid.” Rhun raises his brows as Xaden proceeds to hold the gun by the barrel instead of the grip where it’s quite obvious a hand should go.

And he hits the ceiling.

“You want that help now?”

“Fuck you.”

*****

Velaris- Azriel

The biweekly Friday family dinners Rhys had organized came with few rules. One: attendance was mandatory. Two: you could bring up to three friends. Three: if you brought friends, everyone else had a right to be busybodies.

It just so happened to be that Friday in which Mor was back from Vallahan and Elain and Lucien were visiting from the Day Court. Everyone was there to interrogate Xaden and Ruhn. The poor shadow babies had no idea what they’d be facing.

“What do I wear? I’ve got to impress your family.” Ruhn was scanning Azriel’s closet in a desperate attempt of last minute dressing.

“You’ll be fine, they really don’t care.”

“Yeah man. Just bring your own clothes next time.” Xaden was dressed in the flight clothes that came from his fancy-dragon world.

“Azriel said I wouldn’t need anything!”

“And since when has Azriel been right?”

“Hey! That’s rude.” Az put a hand over his heart in mock hurt. He grabbed a black shirt, black dress pants and a belt from his closet. “Just where this, it’s better than that pink Crescent City t-shirt.”

Ruhn glared. “This was fifty dollars! It’s a good shirt!”

“If you say so.” Azriel and Xaden shared a smirk as Ruhn put on the clothes given to him.

They descended the stairs to the dining room and found everyone else already there.

Xaden elbowed Ruhn. “You made us late.”

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yes you did!”

Azriel watched with a healthy dose of amusement and embarrassment as the room fell quiet to look at the two arguing. Finally after letting the two get embarrassed he poked Xaden in the shoulder.

Xaden looked up. “Shit.” Raising his voice he said to Rhysand. “My apologies, it was merely that this idiot next to me took an hour deciding what to wear instead of a sparkly, pink shirt.”

That got his family laughing.

***

A while later as they were sitting on the couches, drinking wine and exchanging embarrassing stories the interrogation finally started.

Cassian leaned in. “So Ruhn, we have a few questions for you to get to know you better. If you don’t know the answer you may say “no” and we’ll just assume you’re an idiot.”

“Who’s your father?”

“What’s your job?”

“Favorite color?”

“Best friend?”

The questions started innocently enough and Ruhn answered them each with a joke and easy grin. But Azriel knew he’d be saying a lot more “no”s.

The question came from Mor. “Sooo, Ruhn. Who was the best person you’ve ever bedded?”

Ruhn gawked at her and Azriel and Xaden burst out laughing. Mor shot a look at Xaden, “You’re next man. The questions will just get more detailed.”

Xaden grimaced. “I’m really tired today, all that traveling is rubbing off on me. I think I’ll go sleep.”

“Nuh uh uh.” Feyre wagged a finger at him. “Describe, in detail, your first time of having sex with your girlfriend.”

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Aretia- Xaden

Xaden smiled proudly as Sgeayl landed on the field. His smirk grew as both Azriel and Ruhn paled and backed away nervously.

Scare them please.

With pleasure.

Sgeayl blew fire at the ground barely ten feet away from his friends. Their eyes widened as the heat hit them full on.

“Uh Xaden. Can we go back to meetin your girlfriend? She was a little less scary.” Azriel pleaded, adding his puppy eyes.

Sgeayl sniffed indignantly and blew a puff of steam.

“Nah. I think you guys could spend some time together, ya know bond with my dragon. Make sure she doesn’t hate you or burn you to dust?”

“Uhh… Think we’ll pass thanks.” Ruhn was slightly less afraid than Azriel and was staring at Sgeayls blue scales as if trying to memorize them.

Xaden sighed, giving in and leading his friends away to see the sparring ring.

Go hunt sheep with Andarna.

You know you don’t give me orders, puny human.

Xaden grinned back at Sgeayl and she sniffed at him before flying away, likely to hang out with Tairn.

***

Thirty minutes later Xaden was watching Azriel beat up Ruhn on the sparring mats. He eyed the shadowsingers stance, it mainly relied on centering his feet. He took notice that Azriel was fluent with both sides but his right side was just slightly stronger. That’d be a good thing to look out for when Az challenged him.

And only a few minutes later, Azriel challenged him.

“Don’t you want some rest before I beat you up shadowsinger?”

“You won’t beat me up, I can beat you in my sleep.”

“Really??”

“Just fight already, pricks.” Ruhn turned out to be a very sore loser as proven but the poker and sparring.

The two circled eachother and Xaden made sure to not give away a single weakness that could potentially be use against him. Azriel launched, going for a simple one-two combination but Xaden was ready for him. He shifted left a bit and let Azriel’s punches hit his right shoulder at an angle that caused the least damage. He swept out his right leg and knocked Az off his feet before jumping on top of him in a way that made it hard for Azriel to switch their positions. He kneed the Illyrian in the crotch and traced a finger lightly against the tip of Azriel’s wing until Az groaned and yielded.

Xaden got off him and was met with a clap on the back from Ruhn, who had somehow managed to find popcorn.

“How’d you know my wings were so sensitive?” Azriel was frowning at him.

“At your family dinner, Nesta kept brushing the tip of Cassian’s wing with a featherlight touch and he kept jerking away while simultaneously leaning into her touch.”

Az groaned. “Damn Cassian. I had a plan to win as well! I was about to flip you over when you touched my wing and all my thoughts went straight out the window.”

Xaden grinned. “Fair fight I say.”

“No fucking way, I want a rematch.”

*****

a/n: not my worst.

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@thelov3lybookworm @profound-imagination

#bubybubsters #acotar #fanfic #acowar #azriel #azriel fanfic #xaden riorson #aretia #Sgeayl #fourth wing #shadow boys #ruhn danaan #crown prince #cc #crescent city

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ranger-ribbons · 8 months

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Ranger Series Operators Headcanons

Ziggy isn't an orphan, he has a father. His father runs another cartel and has been quietly running it underground so far that not even the other cartels have heard more than whispers of.

Dillon and Tenaya's birth names are Daniel and Genevieve

Tenaya's implants are more complete than Dillon’s so once Venjix is defeated, she remembers everything. Dillon's memories come back slowly

Summer, Scott, and Flynn are ride-or-die friends. They'd hide bodies for each other if necessary and can communicate without speaking if necessary

Dillon thinks he stayed in Corinth for Summer, under the impression that she was the one who hooked that first fight into the satellite for Dillon’s borrowed car. Ziggy, forever the king of playing himself down, doesn't correct Dillon, he's just happy Dillon stayed.

None of the Series Operator Rangers are straight. Scott, Flynn, and Summer are all bisexual, Dillon is unlabeled and likes anyone (demisexual if he vibed with labels), Ziggy is gay (or bisexual leaning towards men), and Gem and Gemma are queer. Doctor K is the only one who's straight

If he knew to go looking, Dillon would find his parents' graves in the Wastes. They died protecting their children from Grinders, they were traveling to Corinth. Dillon's car belonged to his father

Gem and Gemma have a form of telepathy left over from the experiments done on them at Alphabet Soup, it's why they can finish each other's sentences

Ziggy has had a crush on Scott, Flynn, Dillon, and Gem, and a platonic one on Summer. He can't help it! They're badasses and Ziggy’s got a thing for people who could obviously kick his ass

Flynn is the oldest of the core Rangers at 25, Scott is 24, Dillon and Summer are both 21, Summer being a few months younger, and Ziggy is 18. Gem and Gemma are in their late 20s, Doctor K is 19

Dillon didn't just click with Ziggy, he actually only tolerated his Wastes partner for the few weeks they were in the Wastes together. But, somehow Ziggy grew on him

Ziggy is Dillon’s best friend, baby brother, and maybe more rolled up into one. Dillon adores Ziggy, but won't let it show. Ziggy, of course, knows this and adores Dillon right back

Scott, Summer, Flynn, Dillon, and Ziggy are all in what amounts to a Queer Platonic Relationship. They seek each other out automatically at this point. If so inclined, that relationship could turn romantic real quick

Scott gives doberman vibes, Summer gives white cat vibes, Flynn gives husky vibes, Dillon gives black cat vibes, Ziggy gives orange cat vibes

Ziggy was once a gymnast, which is the only reason he was able to fight as well as he did at first

The Rangers spar together even after Venjix is defeated

Dillon doesn't like Scott, but he does respect and love him

They're all fucking idiots at best, but Scott can and will chain himself to any of the Rangers if they try to run away.

All the Rangers have some form of abandonment issues. The least of which is Flynn, who has issues regarding his mother's death, the most of which is Ziggy, who was abandoned at the orphanage at age five

The Rangers are always in a rainbow of shipping, but none is more obvious than the RPM Rangers. You can ship anyone with anyone (except Gem/Gemma of course)

The hit on Ziggy’s head never went away, and he never expected it to. He was in the mob from age 10 to age 17, he knows better than to expect kindness from people who would kill him in a heartbeat

On that subject, Ziggy doesn't leave the garage unless he has another person (Dillon) with him

Dillon and Tenaya don't go back to their original names, but they do take their original surname of Sevenson (which is where Venjix got the Seven from)

All the Rangers have PTSD and nightmares. They sneak into each other's beds or have puppy piles on the floor. Usually, you'll see specific patterns with sleeping arrangements. For example, Ziggy hasn't slept in his own bed since the Venjix virus started taking over Dillon, but he rarely ended the night in his own bed even before that

Flynn is the fan-favorite Ranger, but it's a close tie with Dillon and Scott

#power rangers #power rangers rpm #ziggy grover #dillon #scott truman #flynn mcallister #summer landsdown #tenaya 7 #gem #gemma #doctor k #thoughts #headcanons #thoughts and headcanons #thoughts and rambles

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antihero-writings · 8 months

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The Crownless Prince

Fandom: Tangled the Series

Summary: Edmund is sure baby Horace will grow into a big, strong prince one day. On the day of his and Rapunzel's wedding, he comforts him that that's exactly what he grew up to be. (My fic for the Wind in my Hair Zine)

He was the most beautiful thing Edmund had ever seen. With those big blue eyes, and that goofy smile. Edmund was sure he’d never seen anything more exquisite in his life. He wanted his son to know that.

The king knelt down beside the crib, folding his arms along the edge and looking serenely at him. He reached down and picked up a rattle from his son’s feet, jiggling it over him. The baby prince reached for it in vain, smiling all the same, and his father returned the expression.

“Hello Horace.” He said softly, then in an almost joking way, “It’s me, your dad. You know me, don’t you?”

The baby cooed.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Edmund let him have the rattle, looking out the balcony at the darkening sky.

Once he had the rattle safely in his grasp, the infant prince became disinterested in it, and began reaching with all his might for something else.

Edmund looked around, trying to find what might have caught his eye but, after a moment, realized it was something on his person. His first guess was the shiny, purple pendant around his neck, which he held up between his thumb and forefinger. “Is this what you want?”

This was clearly not his desire; he stared at him, and promptly spit up.

“Drat, guessed it wrong. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out!” Edmund paused, thinking hard for a moment. “Ah, I know now! This must be it!”—He reached up and took off his crown. The baby reached more emphatically as he placed it into his hands, and relaxed when it was in his grasp. “Now be careful with that, Horace, it’s got lots of pointy edges! Wouldn’t want you to get hurt!”

The baby kicked it in circles with his feet, looking up at him as he did so, as if directly defying his orders.

Edmund chuckled. “That’s gonna be yours one day. You know that, don’t you?”

The baby gave a sound that may have been a giggle, or may have been a burp. Edmund picked him up as he tried to gnaw on the aforementioned pointy edges.

“You’re big aren’t you? That’s right you’re a big, strong boy! But you’re gonna grow up even bigger and stronger one day! Mm hmm!”

The baby looked up at him with unknowing eyes, his lip hanging limply around the crown as his attention divided.

“You’re gonna be king someday. Just like me. Well…” He paused, and for the first time something sad entered his eyes. “Hopefully not just like me.”

A raven sitting on the balcony railing squawked, bringing him back to the moment.

He bounced the baby up and down. “Yes, I was just getting to that, Hamuel!

“You’ll be strong enough to take down all the bad guys! With my good looks”—He put his hand to his chin appraisingly—“and your mother’s spirit, you’ll make for a very dashing prince!” His son pulled on his beard, and Edmund laughed.

He bounced him over to the mantle above the cozy fire, and picked up a book with an example of one such dashing hero on the cover sitting on the edge.

“Just like Flynn Rider!” he held up the book so the baby could see.

The prince pointed. “Goo.”

“Yes, that’s right!” Edmund kissed him emphatically on the head, then paused a moment, admiring the cover.

“Your mother always loved these stories.” His tone shifted from jovial into something more somber. He trailed off, dragging his fingers along the cover, trying to reach something beneath the pages. “She thought he was a handsome, swashbuckling rogue. I never saw it myself; I thought he was a bit of a show off, but, eh.” He shrugged.

He dragged his fingers along the cover as if he could reach something beneath the pages, trying not to let the thing lurking behind his words make its way to the surface. He opened his mouth, intending to change the subject, yet found himself talking about her even so;

“You know what she said about you?” He looked at his son. “When you were in her tummy,” He patted his own stomach for good measure, “You once kicked her so hard you gave her a bruise! Not even born yet and you here you were, already too strong for your own good!” He laughed. “She said: ‘Edmund, he’s a fighter!’” He brandished the book as if spurring soldiers to battle. “You’re going to be a brave prince, I just know it!”

He held up his son, nuzzling his nose.

Their son. The last living thing left of her.

As he trailed off that creeping thing behind his every word made its way to his eyes, and broke through the windows. He found himself standing there, tears tracking down his face, not really sure where he was, or what he was doing there.

The baby prince cooed again, reminding him of reality. Edmund shook his head.

“Yes Horace? ...You’re right! Let’s go eat some lunch!”

*******

When Edmund went to check on his son he found him in a heated debate with a mirror.

“You can do this Eugene. You can do this.” He chanted and pointed to his reflection. “It’s just a walk through the throne room—You’ve done that before. And you’ll stand in front of the girl you love—you’ve done that before too. And you’ll tell her you love her…in front of the entire kingdom. You’ve even done that before! Except, well…that time you were rejected. But you’re not”—He pointed at the mirror—“gonna get rejected this time! Nope! You just need to tell the woman you love how much you love her and want to be with her. You do that like every day already! ...I mean...right?”

Lance and Varian couldn’t tell if he was asking them or the mirror.

“I’m not gonna say ‘I do’ and then have her go ‘I don’t’...right? Nah, she wouldn’t do that. She loves me! She was even gonna propose to me!

“Everything will be fine. No one’s like...gonna object.” He scoffed, chuckling, then his face blanched.

“Oh god.” he put his hands on his face, turning around to his compatriots, saying like they knew the whole time and should have told him, “Someone’s gonna object! I mean, someone’s gotta, right?” He said like this conclusion was inevitable. “People won’t want their princess married off to some lowlife!” He gestured to himself,

Lance held up a finger, about to object to the idea of an objection, but he stopped to contemplate it.

Varian stood up, “Eugene—”

Lance’s face changed to match Eugene’s, “You’re right! Someone’s gonna object!” He gasped before Varian could speak, his voice going up multiple octaves. “I mean who would want you to marry the princess?!” He put one hand on his friend's shoulder, and bit his nails with the other one. “I mean, frankly, you’re a hoodlum!”

“I know!” Eugene’s voice cracked.

“Guys!” Varian tried to shout, almost laughing, “Everything’s going to be fine! No one’s going to object!”

“The whole wedding’s gonna be cancelled!” Eugene was gesturing with his hands now, not even looking at his friends. "We’re gonna have to get a refund on the cake, and the party, and Christmas is gonna be ruined and—!” He slid his hands down his face.

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, son?” Edmund stepped in.

Eugene shrieked and jumped into Lance’s arms, staring wildly around the room like he had suddenly materialized out of thin air.

“Dad?! Whja?! Howdid?! How long have you been standing there?!”

Edmund paused in thought. “It seems like he does not want me to have been standing here long, so I will say ‘just a moment, son!’”

Eugene’s eyes lidded, as Lance let him down, the shock giving way to exasperation. “Soooo, the whole time then. Great. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“Score one for team Edmund!”

Eugene rolled his eyes. Edmund walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You seem to be suffering from some pre-wedding jitters. Don’t worry, I had those. I thought this might happen, so I made sure to bring my trusty—” he rummaged in his pockets, ”my trusty—!” He stammered, delving into his bag in more determinedly, “Where is it?”

Hamuel circled above before landing on his Master’s shoulder, and promptly hacking the desired object up into his hands.

“Ah, thank you for your service, Hamuel.” He said like he was a servant who had handed it to him on a pillow with a low bow. The King cleared his throat and held the unidentifiable, bird-spit-covered object up, exclaiming, “It always brings me good luck!”

Eugene stared at his father with an expression of what can only be described as stark and utter horror. Though he spoke calmly, “No, no, dad…” he waved his hand, backing up, “I’m fine. Really really fine.”

“Suit yourself.” Edmund shrugged, putting it into his pocket.

Edmund took a look around the room—all of the boys were wearing their best suits for the occasion—then gave a small, knowing chuckle, and walked up to his son, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“You’re going to do wonderfully son. When I was going to marry your mother I was so nervous I threw up on my best man!”

“…Was this supposed to be an encouraging pep talk?”

“You’re right... There was a point to this, I know it…Ah! People don’t like it when you throw up on them! No that can’t be right…Everyone’s nervous on their wedding day! That was it! I venture to guess every man doesn’t think they deserve the woman they’re about to marry. Even I thought that, and I was a king! Speaking of which, you’re not some lowlife or hoodlum!” He clapped him hard on the back. “Did you forget that you’re a prince?!”

“Yeeaah, it’s kinda hard to remember when I spent most of my life as an orphan thief—but, eh,” He waved with his hand, “water under the bridge.”

“You mother and I knew before you were even born you’d grow up to be a strong, handsome prince someday—Well with my looks was there any doubt?” He put his hand to his chin and grinned. “And you have your mother’s spirit too. Her tenacity, her propensity for running into trouble. She was right.”

He put his hand on his cheek and leaned down to kiss his head.

“Thanks, Dad." Eugene smiled.

“Anytime, Son.” Edmund smiled back.

“And you’ve found—not just a princess—but an amazing woman to share your life with!” Edmund proclaimed.

“Yeah, well, she is pretty great.” Eugene chuckled. “Really—aside from the handsome part“—He gave the same grin—“she’s the only reason I became all those things.”

Edmund clapped him on the back. “Don’t sell yourself too short!”

His son had grown up into the dashing hero his wife had once promised he would. Sure, maybe not in the way he expected.

But when he saw him standing at the front of the throne room, he knew it was true. It may not be his throne, but it was a throne nonetheless. And it may not be for a coronation, but he would be a prince after all. And they were going to put a golden ring, not on his head, but his hand.

And this woman he was standing with, she was a bold, spirited hero too. It was because of her they had found each other again.

Individually, they were each the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. How astounding it was, then, how much more beautiful they were together.

As they stood there—the dark prince, and the sun princess, in a wedding that wasn’t even arranged, both lost and found again—their light outshone the stars.

He knew his son had found an amazing wife. He knew they would have a wonderful life together, and he hoped it would be a long one, for both of them.

He hoped they would stand over their children’s cribs one day, telling them how they would be heroes too: how they would be big and strong. …But these two taught him there was something more important than that: that they would be selfless. Just like their parents.

#tangled the series #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzels tangled adventure #flynn rider #rapunzel #tangled #tangled the series fic #varian #lance strongbow #king edmund #tts #rta

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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When We Were Young {7}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc.

Written with @snelbz

Then

With a two week old Lennox bundled up in her arms, Bryce walked into Ruhn’s apartment.

It was strange.

She had been there a million times over the years but this time was different. For one, it was clean. The place was not littered with beer bottles and plastic cups. His friends weren’t present, neither were any random women, which Bryce typically found when she paid her brother a visit.

The apartment was spotless, though. It looked less like a bachelor pad and more like a place that her mother would find a home in.

That thought nearly unsettled her more than the thought of living in a bachelor pad.

Ruhn was there to greet her, helping her move in her suitcases and her boxes. She didn’t have much. When packing up her belongings, she could hardly go through anything that wasn’t necessary. Everywhere she looked, she saw Danika.

Everything she owned brought back a memory that was too difficult to bear.

She buckled Lennox, sleeping soundly, into her swing and slowly walked into the bedroom the two of them would share. That was new furniture, lining the walls of the room, a different bed and dresser than had been here when Tristan Flynn had occupied the room down the hall from the one Declan Emmet lived in.

Flynn and Declan hadn’t been happy when Ruhn had sat them down and told them Bryce would be moving in. At first they were, talking animatedly about how awesome it would be to have a baby in the house, surprisingly enough, until Flynn asked where exactly Bryce and the baby would be sleeping.

They’d understood what Ruhn was telling them a heartbeat later.

Luckily, they were tight with the landlord, who had had a two bedroom unit open up a couple floors below.

They’d gotten over it pretty quickly even though Ruhn claimed not to care what his friends thought. Bryce knew he did, though, knew he had felt bad kicking them out of the apartment. He did it, though, and he would have done it again.

For Bryce.

For Lennox.

“Are you nervous?”

Bryce jumped, spinning around to find Ruhn standing in her doorway, arms crossed. She knew what he was referring to, that Hunt would be arriving soon and she was most definitely not prepared. She ignored that fact, though, and instead asked, “To live with you? Absolutely. You have a reputation. I don’t know what’s all gone on inside of these walls.”

Ruhn snorted, even though he watched her wearily. “Yeah, yeah. I did hire someone to deep clean the carpet in here, so…Flynn should be cleaned off of everything.”

Bryce scrunched her nose and, for a moment, she almost laughed. “That’s disgusting. Thank you.”

Ruhn hummed as he nodded. “Anything else you need from me? All the boxes are in.”

Bryce was quiet for a moment. Her brother had handled her unexpected pregnancy better than she had. He’d certainly handled Lennox surprise arrival better than she had, had stepped up to the plate in a way she’d never expected, but also never thought he’d have to.

And for a moment, words were beyond her as she looked at her brother, the genuine concern, not pity, on his face.

Because that was what she had seen in everyone else’s eyes as they looked at her. No husband or boyfriend to take care of her, her family far away in Nidaros, and her best friend…gone.

The funeral had been a blur. Between her own brokenness and Lennox only being a few days old, Bryce was exhausted. Her body was there, thanking everyone for their condolences, smiling when she could, but her mind was not. Her mind was swirling in some deep, dark void, a void that she wasn’t sure how to get out.

Blinking as she realized Ruhn was still waiting for an answer, Bryce shook her head. Instead, she met him in the doorway, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugged her tightly, just as he had every time she’d needed to borrow a bit of his strength the past couple weeks.

When she pulled back, her eyes were wet again, her cheeks, too. She wasn’t surprised though, was more used to shedding the tears at this point than not. Uselessly, Bryce idly wondered at what point the tears would stop. Not because she was over the pain, the aching, shredded hole in her chest where Danika, Connor and the Pack had been ripped out, but because she’d run out of tears.

“I think I’ll take a nap,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “I hate to risk waking up Lennox to move her—”

“Then don’t,” he said, and put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the bed. “I can watch Nox for a couple hours while you rest.”

She was already shaking her head. “She’ll need to be changed soon.”

Ruhn shrugged. “So I’ll change her diaper.”

“She’ll be hungry,” she replied, but the softness of the bed beneath her as she sat already threatened to make her eyelids start dropping.

“Then I’ll take some milk out of the fridge.” He squatted down in front of where she sat, taking her hands. “Let me help you, B. That’s why I’m here, why you moved in.”

Bryce hesitated, afraid they were already a burden, but if she voiced that she knew exactly what Ruhn would say.

You’re being absolutely ridiculous. Ruhn didn’t think that, nor would he ever.

“If she needs me-.”

“I’ll wake you up, I promise,” Ruhn said, quietly. “Lay down. Go to sleep.”

“Hunt’s supposed to-.”

“I’ll wake you up long before he gets here,” he promised, and she hadn’t realized she was already lying down, already under a blanket, already closing her eyes.

For once, when she closed her eyes, she didn’t dream.

These days, that was a blessing.

Ruhn woke Bryce up half an hour before Hunt was supposed to show up. She laid in bed for a few extra minutes before walking into the living room to find Ruhn lying on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other cradling Lennox against his chest.

He yawned as she entered. “Nice nap?”

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, blinking the blurriness from her eyes.

“About three hours,” Ruhn mumbled, knowing she wouldn’t like that answer. Just as she was about to explode, about to ask why he had let her sleep for so long, he said, “She’s been changed twice and she ate about an hour ago. Full bottle. She’s about to pass out now, again.”

Bryce opened her mouth to respond, but there was a knock on the door, interrupting her. She froze, didn’t move, stayed like that for a minute until that knock came again.

“Are you going to get that?” Ruhn asked, genuine curiosity. When she didn’t reply, he moved to get up, but that got Bryce moving, brought her back to reality.

Hunt was there.

He must’ve gotten in a few minutes early.

The space between where she stood and the front door felt like miles, but she eventually made it there.

She didn’t do anything for a second, just stared at the door in front of her. Right as she reached for the knob, the knock sounded again, a little more impatiently.

She swung the door open, holding her breath. Distantly, she knew she looked like shit, that she looked like she had just woken up and had given birth less than three weeks ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not as she found Hunt on the other side.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed, as if he were scared to speak too loudly. As if he could tell how close to breaking Bryce really was.

That was all it took.

She wasn’t sure who had moved first, if she’d launched herself at him or if he’d had to catch her, but her arms were banded around his waist and she was sobbing into his chest. He held her, one hand cradling the back of her head, murmuring into her hair, “I know, Quinlan, I know. It’s okay.”

Bryce didn’t hear the door shut, wasn’t sure if Ruhn had gotten up and shut it or if Hunt himself had kicked it shut, but suddenly, she was in Hunt’s lap and he was holding her against his chest.

She cried, amazed that there were still so many tears left. Hunt said nothing except for whispering those sweet nothings into her ear. It’s okay. It’s alright. I know. I’ve got you.

She clung to his shirt, the fabric balled up in her fists until she had finally calmed down, had finally dried her eyes and looked up at him. He brushed away her tears before kissing her softly on the forehead, then her nose.

“I guess I could’ve said hi first,” Bryce whispered.

“No need,” Hunt replied, his arms never leaving her. “Saying hi means having to say bye sometime soon, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. He would only be in town for a couple of days and then he would be gone for who knew how long. For now, Bryce didn’t mind the lie, though. She wouldn’t think about it. He was here. Her rock was home. And she would take him for as long as she could have him.

“Lennox.”

Hunt’s eyes flickered and she suddenly realized that he had been wanting to ask since the moment he came in. He wanted to meet his daughter, of course, but he hadn’t said anything. He had let Bryce cry first, had given her what she needed first.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time in a few minutes. She was unaware how much time had passed since she heard Hunt knock on the door.

All she knew now was that Ruhn and Lennox were nowhere to be found, which meant that he had surely left to give them their privacy.

“Be back,” Bryce whispered, and scurried down the hall, wiping at her damp cheeks. She found Ruhn in the nursery, pulling a cute little dress over her head. He buttoned it before looking over his shoulder at Bryce. “Had a blowout. Thought you wouldn’t mind if I took care of it.”

Bryce let out a loose breath. “You don’t have to do all this-.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now,” Ruhn said, gently, quietly. He picked Lennox up and put her into Bryce’s arms. “For now, let her go meet her daddy.”

Bryce followed Ruhn out into the living room, where he clapped a hand on Hunt’s shoulder as he passed. “Happy to have you home in one piece,” he said, continuing to his bedroom door, across the living room.

“Thanks,” Hunt said, giving him a tight smile. Bryce didn’t know where the edge in his eyes came from at her brother’s words, but she didn’t have a chance to ask. Because his eyes filled with tears as she sat next him, Lennox wide-eyed and curious in her arms. Her dark eyes roved over his face, as if to say I know you, I recognize you. I know who you are.

Hunt sat in pure awe and adoration, barely moving, scarcely breathing.

“Say hi to your daddy, baby,” Bryce whispered, voice cracking.

He was quiet for another long moment before he said, “She’s so tiny.” His voice was rough, but quiet.

Indeed, born four weeks early, Lennox had fallen low on the spectrum of height, weight, and head size. But despite her tiny stature, she was perfectly healthy, with lungs as strong as babies twice her size.

Bryce offered, “Do you want to hold her?”

Blinking, Hunt stammered, “I’ve never— never held a baby that small before.”

“Hold her like a football,” Bryce suggested, then added, “a very fragile football.”

Hunt huffed a laugh as he nodded and held out his arms. Bryce laid Lennox in his broad, warm arms before leaning back against the couch.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling softly.

It was her first smile in a while. For a moment, she felt guilty for smiling.

That guilt vanished, though, when she looked from Hunt to their daughter, and back to Hunt again. Hunt’s jaw ticked as his eyes shone with tears the moment he cradled Lennox.

“Bryce,” he breathed, voice catching. “She’s, uh…she’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Bryce agreed. “She’s pretty perfect.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, and as a tear fell Bryce quickly wiped it away for him. “You know, I’ve spent so much time waiting for this moment, imagining this moment. From the day you told me you were pregnant. And, I knew that it would be perfect, but…it doesn’t compare. She’s so beautiful, Quinlan.”

Bryce leaned across the small space between them and pressed her lips softly against his cheek before leaning her head against his shoulder. For a moment, they sat in silence and watched the gift they had created together.

Those dark eyes grew heavy as her father held her, especially when he started to subtly rock back and forth. Bryce wondered if he even realized he was doing it or if it was involuntary, having his daughter in his arms. After a moment, Lennox was fast asleep and Bryce wasn’t sure if he was breathing.

“I don't want to wake her,” he said, softly, looking up at Bryce.

She smiled, carefully taking their sleeping child from his arms and heading for the nursery Ruhn had insisted on. We’re going to have the third bedroom, he’d explained when she’d protested. We might as well put it to good use so you can get some sleep. Of course, there was still a bassinet by her bed that Lennox would be sleeping in for the time being, but Bryce agreed that it would be nice to have her own space.

When she turned to leave the nursery, Hunt was standing there, watching patiently, quietly. As she walked by, she took his hand and led him down the hall to her room where she shut them inside.

“I have a baby monitor that connects to my phone,” Bryce said, pulling out the app and turning it on so that they could see Lennox as Bryce sat on the edge of her bed. Hunt sat next to her. “It’s hard to even leave her in the other room.”

For a moment, Hunt didn’t speak. At first, she thought it was because she was upset, but when she finally looked up at him she realized that he was trying to find the right words.

“Since I found out she’d been born, I’ve felt like something’s been missing…with me not being here,” he began, voice low. “Now, after holding her, I don’t know how I’m going to go back. Because I’ve been without her for sixty seconds now, again, and that hole that I felt before feels a lot bigger now,” he continued, shaking his head. “I know I’m going to be here for a few days, and I shouldn’t be thinking about that now, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave you.”

Bryce reached over and took his hand.

“How has it been?” Hunt asked, gesturing around. “Living with Ruhn?”

“Well, I just got completely moved in this morning,” she confessed. “Been sleeping here a few days, though. On the couch. Ruhn insisted on making the rooms a little roomier for us before we moved in. Tonight will be my first night sleeping in here.” She patted the mattress beside her and sighed. “Lennox will sleep with me, in the bassinet. I only keep her alone during naps. I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the point when she can sleep a night so far away from me.”

It was meant to be lighthearted, almost like a joke, but she wasn’t joking at all. It was the truth. Especially in light of recent events…

Bryce felt those tears return and she cursed as she turned away from him.

“Hey,” he whispered, and pulled on her chin until she was looking back at him. “Talk to me.”

She swallowed and realized that she didn’t even know where to begin. What was there to say? Or, a better question, she thought, where to begin? The past few weeks had been so full of emotion and agony that she nearly felt numb.

“Honestly?” she asked, knowing that he would nod, just as he did. “I’ve never felt so completely alone in my life. Which is ridiculous, because I have Ruhn and he’s been incredible. He’s been so helpful. He’s been….I don’t know what I would do without him. My mom wants me to move there but I don’t want to. And they can’t come here because of Randall’s job. And Danika-.” Words left her as she stifled a sob, but she shook her head and continued, “And you, Hunt, you’re gone, you’re not here, and I know there’s nothing you can do about it, but it’s really hard, Hunt. It’s really fucking hard.”

“How do you think I feel, Bryce?” His question wasn’t meant to wound and he wasn’t trying to one up her. Just to make sure she knew he understood how she felt. He cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve got no one over there. Sure, I’ve made a few friends in my squadron, but my whole world? It’s right here, Quinlan.”

“I need you here,” she confessed, knowing it was nothing but a dream. “I need you here, Hunt.”

He looked at her for a long moment and she couldn’t read the emotions that flashed too quickly through his eyes. Then, he asked, “How about we go to the courthouse before I leave and make this official?”

Bryce blinked, not understanding. “Make what official?”

“Well, we’ll be getting married and I’m here now so there’s no point in waiting,” he replied, clearing his throat as he took her hands. “I know it may not be like you pictured it, but at least that way-.”

“Married?” She interrupted, hands going slack in his. “Hunt, we can’t get married.”

This time, she saw a sudden flash of anger that soon disappeared as he asked, “What do you mean? We just had a baby and we’ve been together forever, Bryce, why wouldn’t we be getting married?”

She hesitated then dropped his hands before rising from the bed and beginning to pace. “I’m eighteen. You’re never here, you're thousands of miles away at all times, why would we get married? And right now? After everything that just happened? Danika is-.”

“This isn’t about Danika,” Hunt said, and although he spoke quietly that anger remained. “This is about you and me.”

“No,” she said, turning to look at him. “This is about me, Hunt.”

He was taken aback at the rage in her eyes, the emotion there. He flinched as that gaze settled on him.

“This isn’t about doing what you think is right, what you think is supposed to happen now that I’ve had your baby. I have to continue to do what’s best for her. Rushing into a courthouse marriage, that will do nothing but tell her we only got married because we had her, not because we loved each other.”

“But we do love each other, Bryce,” he replied, standing. He reached for her, but she stepped back. “I loved you long before we even knew Lennox existed. It would make things easier, if we all had the same last name, you could—”

“Lennox has my last name,” Bryce cut him off. “She is here, with me, all the time, while you aren’t, Hunt. I’m sorry, but her last name is Quinlan. And it’s staying like that.”

Hunt’s entire body went rigid. All words fled from his mind as he looked at Bryce, watching that anger simmer, watching her chest quickly rise and fall. “She’s not an Athalar?”

For a moment, Bryce’s heart broke. She could hear his entire world shattering in those four words. Yet, she gave him an adamant, “No.”

Hunt slowly took a step away from her, then another. “So, what? This is it? I meet her and then it’s done? I’m going to leave and she’s not even going to know that I fucking exist?”

With every word he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder until Bryce swore the floor beneath them shook.

“This isn’t how I expected this conversation to go!” She was crying again, but she didn’t care. Was beyond caring or even being embarrassed by her wild emotions. “I didn’t expect for you to show up and pick a fight.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” he replied, voice thundering. “I came here—” He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. When he spoke next, it was at a more acceptable volume. “I came here to see you and to see Lennox. I can’t even begin to explain how excited I was to get off that plane today.”

“And now?” Bryce asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hunt's lips snapped shut as his head fell into his hands. When he looked back up at her, she knew he was fighting the urge to cry. “Now I feel like I just lost every damn thing that I had left.”

Bryce turned away, sucking in her bottom lip to keep from sobbing, to keep from yelling, to keep the emotions at bay.

“Nothing to say?” He asked, hardly more than a whisper.

Bryce took a moment before shaking her head.

He nodded, and took a deep breath before saying, “I should go.”

He walked towards the door, slowly as if waiting for her to call out and stop him, but she never did.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He didn’t say another word, didn’t look at her once before opening her bedroom door and shutting it softly behind him.

He never called.

#cc hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city #fanfic #fancition #sjm #the DILF series #hunt x bryce #bryce x hunt #quinlar #ruhn #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan

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therealbattleangel · 2 years

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Maybe a fic for Nick Flyn if you have time? I like his "personality"

You Look Beautiful - Nick Flynn x F!Reader

TW: Alcohol and smut. You have been warned. Also fluff but you expect that by now

(Requests Open !)

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Y/N was not the type to usually frequent bars. But after recently being dumped, she decided it was time to go out and relax. Maybe she would talk to some people but mainly just to get drunk. So that's what brought her here, at a local bar. She sat down at the bar before ordering a drink. As she waited, she noticed a man sitting near here. She looked over before widening her eyes. Beside her was the most good looking man she had ever seen. He was two seats over from her so she was hoping that he wouldn't notice her staring.

Eventually, though, the man turned to fully face Y/N, causing her to panic and look away. Her drunk finally arrived in front of her and she quickly took a sip before she heard someone sit beside her "hey" a male voice said. Y/N turned and saw the man she was just staring at sitting beside her. She blushed and mumbled "hi" back. He then smiled "I couldn't help but notice that you are a new face. I also couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me" he said, causing Y/N to blush deeper "sorry, I just-" she was interrupted by the man who shook his head and said "you don't need to explain, I'm not offended. My name is Nick. Nick Flynn" he said, reaching his hand out. Y/N smiled before taking his head and shaking it "Y/N. Nice to meet you" she said. "You too," he said back.

They then began to talk about anything and everything, from dating experience to family drama, they talked about it all. Nick had said something that Y/N had found very funny so she began to laugh which caused Nick to smile. He then hummed "do you want to get out of here? You look beautiful" he said. At this point, it was obvious they were both drunk but Y/N was still surprised by his question and his statement.

But it was almost like drunk Y/N was taking over, saying "I would love to" before even really thinking about it. This was never like her. Going back to a person's house after just meeting them? No way. But for some reason, Y/N felt compelled to go with Nick. Maybe it was his good looks or maybe it was his humor or maybe… It was because she was catching feelings. That was it. She was catching feelings. She was catching them hard.

When they got back to his place, they went and sat on his couch. They stayed silent for a moment or two before almost leaping into each other's arms. Y/N climbed into his lap and began to grind as Nick moaned underneath her. God, she loved his lips. And he loved hers. But he knew he would love something else of hers even more. He slowly started kissing down her neck before getting to the collar of her dress. He then pulled away before smirking "could you take this pretty dress off, baby? I love you in it but I am dying to see what you look like out of it" he said. Y/N quickly moved to take off her dress, unzipping it before kicking it off.

Nick bit his lip excitedly before he slowly removed her bra. He then began kissing all over her breasts, causing her to moan "o-oh my god, Nick" she said breathlessly. Nick mumbled "say my name again" against her skin. "Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick, fuck" she moaned out. He then pulled away before kissing down her stomach and to the top of her underwear "these have to go too" he said as he slowly took them off. He then hummed "now this is a sight I could get used to" he said before kissing up her thigh. He then buried his face into her pussy, causing her to gasp and moan. She then felt her hips begin to move on their own as she grabbed and started pulling at his hair, causing him to moan against her. "Oh yeah, baby. Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair" he said against her heat, causing her to moan again as she pulled harder on his hair and began speeding up her hips.

This continued for a while, until Y/N had already cum two times. He then slowly pulled away before smirking "though I could stay between your legs all day, I want to feel you around me. I want to feel the inside of you" he said as he stripped. He then grabbed a condom from his wallet (wrap it before you tap it) and put it on. He then lined himself up before slowly pushing himself inside of her, causing her to moan loudly "oh my god! Holy shit, that feels so good, so good, so good~" she said as he began to speed up his thrusts. "God, you feel amazing. Everything about you is so fucking hot, Jesus Christ" he said as he continued to thrust into her.

Moans filled the living room of Nick's. He knew he would probably end up getting a noise complaint but he didn't care. He felt too good to care. He then began to thrust even faster, saying "come on, baby. Cum for me, baby. Cum around my cock like a good girl" he said as he continued to thrust. Y/N moaned louder and louder as Nick felt himself coming close as well. He continued to thrust, becoming sloppier and sloppier until they both came to their climaxes.

Afterwards, Nick and Y/N curled up together on the couch, too tired to even stand up and head to the bedroom. The next morning, Y/N woke up with an awful headache. She groaned as she looked around before slowly remembering the night before. She then heard movement in the kitchen and when she finally got up and went to the kitchen, she saw Nick cooking breakfast. When he saw her, he smiled "hi, baby. I thought I'd make us some breakfast. Eggs and bacon sound good to you?" Y/N smiled before slowly nodding "yeah. Yeah, that sounds good."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! I didn't know if you wanted a smut or not but by the way you said you liked his "personality," I just kind of felt that vibe so I apologize if you didn't want smut but if you did then here you go.

#paul dano #paul dano fanfic #paul dano imagines #paul dano x reader #danonation #paul dano smut #nick flynn #nick flynn x reader #being flynn #smut #nick flynn smut

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Nanashi and the Sky Tower

According to Nanashi’s file, he was found as a baby in the Sky Tower. I think the implication was supposed to be that he was from Mikado, but I think it’s more likely that he’s from Tokyo (it also parallels Flynn better). Both make good story prompts, though.

Mikado

After King Aquila forbade passage to Tokyo, there has only been one person confirmed to freely move from Mikado to Tokyo: Mastema, when sealing the Archangels on Aquila’s behalf (well, technically Flynn gets taken down for the ride, but that’s time travel help). So if anyone could recognize Nanashi as King Aquila’s reincarnation and spirit him away to Tokyo, it would be Mastema.

Nanashi can’t have been Aquila’s son because he was born five years after his death, but since he was also born 18-19 years after Akira’s arrival in Mikado, he could be his grandson if he worked fast enough. Mastema might recognize him as Akira’s reincarnation, realize that he’s not safe here, and spirits him away to Tokyo.

Actually, Mastema doesn’t even need to be involved; I can see a royal assassination plot coming on. This is way too ‘destined chosen one’ for Megaten, but it’s a fun idea in general.

King Aquila died young, before the age of forty. His eldest child becomes the new king or queen, and a few years later conceives their first child: Nanashi. Nanashi is illegitimate, but since nobody figured out the succession rules for the new kingdom, he could become king because he’s the current ruler’s eldest child.

King Aquila’s firstborn marries for an alliance, and their spouse wants to eliminate Nanashi so that their family can permanently join the royal line. A Samurai hears of the plot, and abducts Nanashi before they can kill him. They run through Naraku, all the way to the Hall of the Minotaur. The Samurai begs the Minotaur to let King Aquila’s grandson through the gate; the Minotaur recognizes his late master and brings him to the Sky Tower, which was still populated in those days. Nobody knows what to do with this baby, but someone knows someone in Kinshicho who could adopt a little boy.

I can see this becoming a Mikado fairy tale. King Aquila’s grandson is sent to be killed by his evil stepmother, but a Samurai loyal to his grandfather spirits him away. Not to Naraku, but to a faraway land where he has magical adventures.

As for the Sky Tower...

(Year details and calculations here) [https://furinana.tumblr.com/post/683195157479374849/year-details-in-smtiva]

Tokyo

When the tunnel to Mikado was still being built, some workers and guards lived in the Sky Tower. Even after the surface project fell through, the tower itself was still livable, so some people never moved out; maybe some people even moved in. Nanashi was born here.

Then Medusa came. Suddenly, the bedrock became a deathtrap. Some fled through the Terminal, others tried to pass through the Minotaur’s hall and were eaten. The rest were turned to stone and put on display.

Nanashi’s parents were killed that day, and baby Nanashi was hidden in a corner where Medusa would overlook him. Asahi’s parents were among the Hunters investigating the tower, they find baby Nanashi, and bring him back to Kinshicho.

Since this would mean that Medusa’s been in the Sky Tower for fifteen years, it’s strange that nobody tried to slay her until Flynn. My guess is that the Sky Tower is strategically worthless; Mikado is blocked, and there’s not much to loot (unless you’re from Mikado and oogling the guns). It’s not worth it to kick Medusa out; besides, by leaving her next to the only entrance to Mikado, if the angels ever try to kill everyone, she could pick off a few of them first.

#Shin Megami Tensei #shin megami tensei 4 #Shin Megami Tensei IV #shin megami tensei iv apocalypse #SMT4a #Nanashi SMT #smt Nanashi #Shin Megami Tensei Apocalypse #shin megami tensei 4 apocalypse

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years

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To Raise Children: Chapter 28

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

OC List

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Getting ready to go to Virginia to see the Bennets.

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings: Sibling agreements and insults.

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

It's June. Not much has happened except the twins graduating kindergarten. On to other things! You have planned a trip to Virginia to meet the bennets. You were excited for the boys to meet their sister. You hoped they'd get along cause even if they don't know their dad you want them to know their siblings. They're excited too they've been talking about it for weeks. You're just happy you have one less stress now that school is out for a little while. You still had work obviously but now you have time to spend with the boys. You found them a free day camp that they'll go to until you're done working.

You wished you could spend every day of the summer with them but you need to work. You did have weekends off though. So you planned to have a lot of fun on them. Going to park, swimming, zoo, you also wanted to teach them to ride their bikes without training wheels.

"Mommy why didn't you put us up for adoption like Amelia's mom did?" Flynn asks as you begin packing their bags. You look at him unsure of what to say. You've talked to Amelia's bio mom. You like her she's really nice and you've gained a friendship with her. She's told you her story, you told her yours.

"Well, uhm I had your Poppy and everyone else all there to help me with you two, while Amelia's mom didn't have that. She wanted to give her baby a good life though so she gave her to Janet and Kevin because they could give her that life." You try to explain in a way that he'd understand. It wasn't a lie you really did have more support in your life. She was going to be kicked out and unlike you she didn't have another place to call home.

"Well why didn't she give her to you so that we could have a sister?" Felix asks.

"Because she didn't know about me or you two." You put your hands on their knees. "But gran did and she connected us so that you two could meet your sister!"

"Gran is the best!" Felix grins.

"She really is." You smile. "Okay your bags are packed!"

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"Dad we're meeting in public at a park. Multiple people will be there with us." You say into the phone as you drove to work. "I know your worried but even if we don't get along with them. They live close to washington DC we can go sight seeing."

"I know but Im just worried about you guys. I wish I could come with you." Chris says from the other side of the phone.

"I know."

"I wish you really would've taken Scott up on his offer to join you guys. I know you can take care of yourself but it is still dangerous." He says.

"I know... But it's too late the flight is tomorrow. It's only a week."

"Okay well keep me posted. How are the boys anyway?"

"They're so so excited. They can't wait to meet their sister." You say parking the car. "Oh dad I've been looking online at houses... I found a really nice one in Clinton. I won't be able to get it but when I don't have enough for a house I might look over there. I know the boys will have to change schools. But it really isn't far from you only like thirty minutes. And I looked at houses in Sudbury but they're so expensive."

"Okay. I am putting money away for it but I'm gonna wait till after I get a job at a salon. I need a steady income." You knew there was no rush. Chris didn't mind you there. He actually felt better having you there. Especially when he wasn't home. He knew someone taking care of his house and he knew you and his grandbabies were safe.

"Well when you are ready to buy a house I'll go with you to tour them!"

"Thanks dad. Okay I better get into work I'll call you later."

"Bye sweetie love you."

"Love you too bye dad." You hang up and climb out of your car. Luckily due to a shift change for the summer you're no longer working "rush hour" aka the time when everyone finishes work and school and come to Walmart to get last minute things for dinner. It's almost as bad as the weekends which you also got out of.

Except one, father's day weekend. You traded shifts with this older gentleman who you have worked with since you started here. He always spends father's day with his kids and grandkids. Normally he has it off and so do you but this year he got scheduled that day. Since your dad wasn't one you traded the day. Your grandma was going to babysit the twins for you so it should all work out.

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One night and a terrible flight later and you're in Virginia. The boys were terrible during the flight. First the fought over the window seat, then wouldn't agree on a movie, you had to switch seats with Flynn cause they kept fighting. It was only an hour though luckily. If it was any longer you probably would've snapped. They've been at eachother's throats all day though. Which is odd for them. Sure they argue and all but those don't last for hours. You're hoping they're just hungry. It was nearing lunch time and they haven't eaten since breakfast. You guys ate about an hour and half before your flight so it would make sense if they are.

"Stop touching me." Flynn pushes his brother away. You sigh looking at the two of them.

"You were touching me!" Felix argues pushing back

"Boys." You warn.

"He started it!" Felix says frowning.

"I don't care who started it. Go sit down while I get us an Uber." They nod and hurrying to sit on a bench.

"Now we're in trouble because of you."

"Nuh-uh! It's your fault." You looked back at them and they shut up looking at the floor.

"See." Flynn mutters before he plays with the toy he brought with him on the plane.

"Shuddup."

"Okay are you boys hungry?" You walk over to them.

"Yeah!" Flynn nods. Felix shrugs.

"Okay sweets we'll go to lunch after we get checked in at the hotel!"

"Are we meeting Amelia today?" Felix asks you standing from his seat.

"Yeah we're going to dinner with them!" You telling taking his seat and letting him sit on your lap.

"Yay."

"Now boys. Why have you been at each other's throats all morning?" You ask them.

"He's annoying!"

"Well your a butthead."

"No! You are."

"Enough."

"Sorry mommy."

"Sorry."

You can tell that this is going to be a long day.

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Hi Inny. I'm procrastinating some work by asking for some Foster AU head canons, preferibly centered around the boys of SS.

Happy Tuesday!

Some headcanons from the Foster Care AU, where I am almost 50k in. Some will make it into the fic and some probably will not.

-Okay first Carlos 100% calls them Sunset Swerve to annoy them, as is his duty of being a little brother.

-Reggie and Willie's social worker is Maxine Gray from Judging Amy because that show is part of my DNA.

-Bobby goes to Los Feliz but isn't in the music program. He only knew Julie as 'that weirdo girl with the amazing voice who sometimes dances in the halls like she's the main character'. He likes her though, and always admired how she did shit like that without feeling self-conscious.

-Eventually, Bobby's grandparents get so sick that he can't keep being in the band. He actually flunks senior year and quits the band, telling them they'll do fine without him now that they have Julie, but he does have First Dibs on being their roadie once they make it big.

-After the lady selling tickets to Prom makes a big deal about how Alex can't take Willie (and Reggie is like: uh yeah he can, Luke got tickets for Julie just fine), they ditch prom. Because yeah, they could go to the principal, but the lady is threatening to tell everyone at Alex' parents' church about their sinner son and Alex just... can't. He's already scared about being kicked out the second he turns 18, he doesn't want to expedite the process.

-So of course Luke makes a giant speech about FUCK PROM and they all decide to ditch prom. Except Alex is sad because he really wanted the whole Prom Experience with Willie: the goofy pictures, the corsage, the slow dancing.

-And Reggie is all: um excuse we live with a photographer. We can make cliché prom pictures happen. Within like half an hour they have roped in Flynn and Julie and are planning the best Not Prom ever.

-Yes of course Tía and Ray help and probably even Emily because she was Sad to miss out on her baby going to prom and then so Proud when she learned why.

-Tía Victoria 100% took Alex and Willie shopping. (Separately, because she insists that seeing your date for the first time in their outfit on prom is A Thing.) She makes sure their outfits match.

-Luke kindly keeps his suit jacket and tie on until Bobby has picked him up and they're out of sight of his mom.

-Okay but do Ray and Emily maybe have a little text thread where they basically find creative ways to say 'fuck the Mercers' perhaps they do shhhh don't tell the kids.

-It might not make it into the fic but Reggie is studying to be a dog groomer until the band makes it big. Like, college isn't for him even with the Foster Kid Scholarship and Ray's support. And they promised No Record Contracts until Julie graduates high school so he needs something to do until they make it big.

-Bobby keeps saying he should practice on Luke because that's basically the same as a golden retriever, wriggles and bad breath and all.

-Alex does get kicked out of the house at 18 but the guys were on standby and basically came and picked him up, cheerfully barged their way inside by threatening to make a scene otherwise, cleared out everything that belonged to Alex (not much, they’d been quietly moving things out already over the past few weeks), stole all the toilet paper (thanks Bobby), and drove him straight to Ray’s house.

-Ray of course had already told Alex he was more than welcome to stay.

#julie and the phantoms #foster care au #not!fic #I wrote a thing #reggie peters #bobby shaw #luke patterson #alex mercer #willex #willie throckmorton #best dad ray molina #can you imagine dog groomer Reggie though #singing to his puppers as he bathes them #trying to harmonize with the husky singing the song of 'I did not want bathtime'#you know flynn was like: I get to DJ a Prom hell yes I'm coming #Julie: it's a prom for like five people #Flynn: yeah but the snacks are gonna be way better than actual prom

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wanou-dorm · 1 year

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Flynn but as different Birds 1

Flynn belongs @fumikomiyasaki This has been running through my Mind So I will use my Bird Knowledge and Critical thinking to interpret Flynn as different bird ,

…. you next Rubina just as Soon as Figure what birds Your next.

Raven

This Wouldn’t Change anything but he would be notably Taller

Extra Feathers on the Face on the Bridge of his Nose ( It’s literally the only way to Tell a Crow and a Raven apart

Slightly Smarter ,.. only Slightly

hes Cawing sounds more like Croaking

Every Corvid would be the Same yes Even Blue Jays

Yes Even pokemon like Honch

Owl (great Horn ) - Favorite Birb(it’s actually Barn owl but Owls)

Thank Lord Jesus You are not a Barn Owl No one need to hear Banshees Screeches When your Angry . Bro chill

He looks Plump but It’s Really all Just Feathers please believe him

okay Hes kinda Plump but its mostly Feathers

soft

In other News you can’t hear him now. Great for what he Dose .

Extend Whoooo

I would say he’s Smarter but Owl are Actually Considered dumb by bird strandard (cause Raven and Crows) so ever so slightly stupider still smart and Cunning cause it’s Flynn

Owls are just Cat birds susceptible him to do Dumb Cat Stuff

hes Always Staring

Can’t forget Stolas Paralles

Can forget Turn his Head like An owl , creepy

Secertary Bird-

I can already here someone saying “step on Me please!!”

finally he can Kick people with those Legs - I mean he could before but now he can kill people .. not like he’d want too

He’ll probably Still use a Dagger

he’s probably Model , on the Side along with Acting

Snakes ( and Jamil ) Beware

Luscious Eyelashs

he’s Probably look More Feminine .. to his advantage probably

comes with Eyeliner

Puffin ( third favorite Birb)

He’s be more Baby face than he already is

In addition to Flying he can also Swim which would help him.

I feel like he’d torelate being made fun of they are called clowns of the sea or be less tolerant

Did mention he Be seen as a fucking Adorable he’s definitely not getting the Roles he Prefers .

“Sick “ dance moves

I Would done the Chicken god from Wily Beast and Wicked creature but I’ve just been given a finely written letter saying Chose Another Touhou Bird so Instead it’s

Utsuho Reiuji ( Touhou)

Arsene with the Power of Nuclear Fusion …

I imagine he’s Still Smart un like Okuu who is incredibly Dumb, But I Imagine he’s more over confident and paranoid

… Hoshi’s Going to going to Field day When he mentions his Third Leg cause Yatagarsu

He unfortunately would have still have Voices his Head but now one is an actual God .

This Dose Impile that Flynn Ate part of A Yatagarsu but with his Backstory he could’ve Stolen it or Found it Somewhere And since Nano is Human it doesn’t effect him but Flynn being a Bird made him a perfect Vessel

I kinda What to see what his Overblot would Like it cause Okuu and her Power strangely make since Flynn is going through a Meltdown .

#others ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted oc #hourglassstationacademy #flynn deradelle

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Friday, November 17 -- Choose Your Own Swyn AU: Do you have a dream AU-week event? Create your own! Make a graphic, write an opening blurb, and create a sample bio for one of your characters. [example of a past event, you do NOT have to do the whole thing, but this has the graphic/opening blurb]

WELCOME TO JERSEY, BABY!

THE PLOT:

The year is 2009. You just got laid off. The economy is in shambles. But your Uncle Mike just told you that he needs you to look after his T-shirt shop down at the Jersey Shore this summer, and he has an apartment above it, and he said you can live there and bring a few friends with you. You pack your iPod Nano, the new Twilight book, and your favorite velour tracksuit while messaging your friends on Facebook that you have the sweetest hookup for the summer. It's time to go DTS!!!!*

(*Down The Shore, thank you very much)

This summer, you have 3 goals: keep the shop afloat, keep your life together, and hit the club with your besties. You'll have to maintain a delicate balance, and if you're not careful, the small town gossip mill here in Swynwood, New Jersey, could catch up to you. Are you ready to get lit? Or will you flop?

HOW THIS WILL WORK (FAM):

When sign-ups open, you will have the opportunity to join a "fam": a group of friends sharing a beach house and operating a small business on the ground floor. As part of a fam, your goal is to get into the club, and maybe even achieve VIP status. Doing so won't be easy, though...

Each day, you will be randomly assigned one of three tasks: hitting the gym, getting a tan, or doing laundry. These are your GTL objectives.

Gym: You need a fire playlist for your workout! Create late 00's-early 10's inspired playlist that your character will listen to at the gym.

Tan: Time to hit the sand! Write a thread with another mun that takes place on the beach.

Laundry: Can't neglect the chores! Create an aesthetic showcasing your character's style and describe 3 outfits in full.

If you complete your task within the allotted time frame, you will gain access to the club that night along with one guest. If you complete all three tasks, you're invited to the private party in VIP at the end of the week. But don't worry if you can't get in, there are house parties bumpin' all across Swynwood every night, and maybe someone there can get you in next time.

OTHER WAYS TO GET INVOLVED:

The GTL life isn't for everyone! You're also welcome to hang around Swynwood, hit the Boardwalk, hang on the beach, maybe make a few bucks playing Jack Johnson songs for the passersby. The sign-up sheet will include additional non-fam roles such as:

The Mayor and his board: Your job is to keep the reputation of Swynwood squeaky-clean, despite the rowdy kids who are determined to do otherwise.

Boardwalk cops: ride around on your little bikes and yell at teenagers

Club staff: Want to get into the club every night without completing the GTL objectives? Here's your chance! You just also may have to break up some fights and kick out the rowdiest of the bunch...

Upstanding business owners: If you'd like to own a business that is not associated with a fam, just message the admin! Swynwood has plenty of well-regarded establishments that are not run by hungover twentysomethings.

You can also play weekly vacationers, rich people who have a house here but only show up now and then (New Jersey is home to some of music's most legendary stars, you could be one of them!), day trippers, families, etc. There's a farmer's market on Ever After Boulevard, an arcade on the boardwalk, and of course the beach is always open for summer fun!

Name: Phineas "Phin-Dawg" Flynn Age: 21 Hometown: Hoboken, NJ Occupation: Dan's Escape Room Favorite song: Sorry for Party Rocking

On summer break from Rutgers New Brunswick, Phineas Flynn has $500 and a dream. He's cramming as many of his buddies as possible into the cheapest real estate he can find in Swynwood and opening his own escape room. But just because Phin-Dawg works hard doesn't mean he won't play hard— he's determined to get into VIP so that he can find some investors and expand his escape rooms all across the tri-state area!

Name: Samuel "DJ Sammy Smee" Smiegel Age: 67 Hometown: Jackson, NJ Occupation: DJ at the Club Favorite Song: Whatcha Say

DJ Sammy Smee is an institution at The Club. He may be grandpa-aged to many of its patrons, but he has undeniable swag and knows all the bangers. Plus, he may be running some small businesses on the side... if you're looking for certain not-quite-legal paths into nightclub euphoria, look no further.

Name: Anastasia "Stasi" Tremaine Age: 29 Hometown: Clifton, NJ Occupation: Southern Shore Souvenirs Favorite Song: Just Dance

Ever since Stasi was informed via printed-out word document that her boyfriend Charlie made out with two girls and engaged in other inappropriate behavior with a cocktail waitress, Stasi has been distraught. When she left crying at Klutch, he was holding hands and dancing with another woman and took down her number! Multiple people in the house knew, and Stasi was therefore informed. Now, she's back in Swynwood to get her revenge.

#sorry #just #sorry!#swynwrimoemma #swynwrimo2023

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lilyspond64 · 8 months

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i think part of the reason people hate skyler so much has nothing to do with her wishy washy attitude towards walt in season 4 or her asshole standpoint towards jesse and marie when they committed rather petty crimes or like, that one time she faked being sick to break into a house.

like all these things are character flaws that skyler has. she doesn't always know what to do in tough situations and sometimes she loses sight of what's going on. in her moral viewpoint all crimes are immoral including something as petty as selling weed. and she's ok with manipulating people to get what she wants. character flaws! very minor ones, ones that make her a better, more full character.

skyler haters don't give a shit that she did all that. they don't care about her character flaws. they care that she "fucked ted." now i agree that ted beneke is really shitty and in fact putting someone else at risk for your own sake is fucked up, as is coercing an employee to sing in a "sexy voice" for you. ted hate is justified, i think.

breaking bad fans who hate skyler have this viewpoint that she's a wishy washy bitch who fucked another guy cause she's an unfaithful whore who needed to be put in her place by a strong alpha male like walter. so as the story went on and she became more and more scared of walter, and he liked this, it made him feel powerful, because he could control her. There's this really horrible scene at the beginning of season 5, where she's terrified because Walt just blew up three people in a nursing home, when literally a few weeks ago he went on a rant about how if a guy gets shot at his doorstep, walter would be the shooter. If my spouse of like 17 years told me he blew up three guys and shoots people at their doorstep sometimes, I would be fucking terrified.

One of the best scenes of Breaking Bad is in Ozymandias. After convincing Skyler that he commits murder on a daily basis (because in season 5 let's be honest, he kind of does) what is she supposed to think when he comes home without Hank after supposedly being arrested by him. "Oh, Walt, I'm so sorry that some Neo-Nazis appeared out of nowhere and killed Hank. It's not your fault, glory to Vamonos Pest." No! She grabs a knife, because there's a fucking murderer in her house. I do believe that in Felina, Skyler believes Walt when he says he didn't kill Hank, but does it really matter, in the end?

In that scene in Ozymandias, when she cuts his hand with the knife, Walter yells that "We're a family!" while Holly is crying in the back, and Flynn is crouching in front of his mother, blocking her from danger - THE danger, or his father, Walter.

And this is why they all get it wrong. Skyler wasn't an ungrateful little bitch whore who sleeps with Ted cause she's disgusting and unfaithful. Their views on "infidelity in marriage" and "cheating on your spouse" have absolutely no nuance to them - if you're married, you're your spouse's property - giving yourself to someone else is a disgusting breach of the social contract. Ignore the fact that her husband is a meth cook who's putting her whole family in danger of being kicked out of their houses or arrested - and possibly even attacked by other criminals, something that literally happens like one episode before she fucks Ted.

So like, yeah, Skyler did one thing that was unforgivable in their eyes, and it was sleeping with Ted. I've seen some people also be mad about her smoking while pregnant, and like, yeah! That's harmful for the baby, and when born can cause issues! Skyler is not perfect! Actually, uh, her decision to sleep with Ted is a pretty bad one, through her hindsight - Walt doesn't leave her, and he uses it as blackmail against her... uh... so basically, because Walt didn't react the way she expected, those viewers thought she was just a cheating little bitch.

I love how many times in season 2 Walt accuses Skyler of thinking he's cheating, she finds out he's NOT cheating, and in fact a drug dealer. Like they really do stress that infidelity is like not the issue. So much in season 2. That's probably because Skyler fucking Ted was planned and they wanted to show that the worst she could do to Walt is nothing - she had no power or control over him. But to a misogynist who would send Anna Gunn hatemail, these facts are good - Skyler having power would mean taking away from the man slowly becoming more and more alpha, as he throws tantrums in public offices and has beef with a 25 year old. Really ridiculous how people see Walt as a definition of masculinity when really he's a prick who gets other people to do his dirty work and takes all the credit. He isn't the one who knocks, Jesse is. Hector won, not you, Walt. And yeah, you didn't kill Hank, maybe, but who's gonna believe you after you said you killed so many others?

Skyler is a tragic character the same way Jesse is. She's not Kim Wexler, she's not Bonnie Elizabeth Parker, she's a woman who was roped into a horrifying situation because of a man whose pride was too large to avoid committing murder and cooking meth when he got the first opportunity. She's a woman who, trying to keep her children safe, was forced to help a drug kingpin launder his money and keep his drug money a secret, because if she didn't, she feared her whole family would be thrown out of the house, or worse, held accountable for Walt's actions. Walt even tries to tell her to maintain some distance from the business, (because he's an arrogant piece of shit who doesn't want anyone meddling in his business) without realizing how fucking bad he was at keeping it a secret. If dude had never met Saul, he would have been thrown into a cell before season 3 even started.

I find it very hard to blame Skyler for much of her actions. I do blame her yeah, she's a grown woman who can make her own decisions, but her hands are kind of tied by the institutions at place - marriage, family, misogyny - so that her only way of escape is that he leaves her or dies. She's trapped. If you hate her because she slept with another guy, it's probably just because you hate women.

(As a footnote, both Skyler and Walter aren't real people who we can pass moral judgement on, obviously. This post is more about how their characters should be read and how they're intended to be framed by the narrative. They're both amazingly written and acted characters and I'm glad we could get a show like this at least once in our lifetimes)

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> can be found either delivering goods from the local feed store ( on her off days ) or working alongside the nurses at the local hospital. her position changes freely depending on where they need her, as she holds the title of ‘floating nurse’ since there were more nurses than required when she first started there. her favorite wards include : pediatrics, for the children, and oncology, for the range of patients that frequent there.

> drives a ‘92 chevy, a vehicle her father received from his father just shortly after juliette was born. it was still in damned good condition despite the fact that it was two years old at this point. jeremiah eventually passes the car down to juliette when she turns sixteen. it’s in terrible condition at present day. the air conditioner no longer works. gas mileage is horrendous. there is almost always a perpetual leak of some kind occurring.

> grew up as a dancer, a piano player, a lacrosse champion. she continued all of these well into her teen years and gave them up just prior to her turning into a young adult at the age of eighteen, forgoing them in favor of trying to get her head on straight. she was almost kicked off the lacrosse team because of a drug problem, and lost her dancer’s scholarship due to a busted knee.

> owns a series of animals, all brought in as strays at one time or another. the eldest is casper, who is just as grumpy as she was when they got her. casper had a soft spot for maggie. next, there is sable, the boxer, found on the side of the road after being hit by a vehicle. they nursed her back to health and she has remained with the family ever since. lastly comes dagon, a parakeet that was returned to the pet store.

> won the spelling bee three years in a row - 4th, 5th, and 6th grade, after being forced to enter by one of her grade-school teachers. the trophies are proudly displayed on her mother’s mantle, filling the spots that were opposite maggie’s baby pageant trophies. dust has begun to linger on juliette’s trophies, whilst maggie’s are cleaned on a regular basis, always spotless, always shining. the same could be said for margaret’s portrait in the hallway.

> juliette keeps a number of objects in her bedside table, those included are : a phone charger, two novels, both by gillian flynn, a series of elastic hairbands / bobby pins, a vibrator, and a taser - just for defense purposes in the event that someone would break into her home. on said bedside table is a bottle of water, fresh, every night, a small lamp and desk fan, as well as a bottle of ibuprofen and usually, her phone.

> lives in a small two bedroom apartment with her best friend, angela silva-moore. the girls moved out of their parent’s house shortly after they turned eighteen for a sense of independence and since they were always together it just simply made sense. their place resides just above a small flower shop, so there are always fresh and fragrant blooms that litter the surrounding area and shared space. juliette thrives in a place with greenery.

> shortly after maggie’s disappearance, juliette and her mother got matching tattoos in remembrance of her. both females now have the outline of a small hummingbird etched onto their right shoulder blade. juliette has a series of other tattoos, including a sprig of wildflowers along her ribs, and the small outline of an alien’s head on her ankle. the roman numerals of maggie’s death date are positioned across her wrist.

#headcanons.

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Do you think Flynn was ever really trying to hurt Lucy in S1? He had the journal then and knew what she was going to become, but he shot at her, Rufus and Wyatt a few times. He could easily have hurt or even killed her.

OKOKOKOK I never get asks and this topic/phase of the show is my JAM:D

Short answer: no I don’t think was TRYING to hurt her

VERY LONG answer:

To him, it was war and she was fighting against him. He didn’t WANT her to get hurt and I think he would have protected her if it came down to it.

In 1x01 he sent someone to fetch her, more than likely to explain things/get her out of the way. He even says this in a deleted scene that no one is to hurt Lucy. The next chance he gets to speak with her he IMMEDIATELY tries to get her to understand that he’s not fighting HER, but instead rittenhouse. When he uses her as a shield he is assuming Wyatt won’t shoot so he believes she is more or less “safe”.

1x02 he tells her to stay out of his way. To me that makes it apparent even more that he has no intention or desire to do her harm. When he sees her in the theater box the simplest solution would be to shoot her when she tries to warn Lincoln. He instead grabs her in a way that will control her entire body and pushes her OUT of the way.

1x03 Kriple you coward:( why don’t they see each other here? ☹️😔 *skips episode*

OK 1x04 we getting into the DICEY STUFF (good soup ehem:) BEFORE he turns her over to the nazis, he tries yet again to compel her to his side. Lmao it don’t work (idk what he was expecting 🤦🏼) In my opinion he was under the belief that the timeline was set and so that ment she would come out safe. This was “all apart of the journal.”Also he could have just fucked up and regretted this decision.

1x05 LUCY YOU ARE ADORABLE IN YOUR OUTFIT. Also same thought as above about the set timeline.

1x06 AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS MUST. FLYNN YOU ARE A BASTARD HERE AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT (also thank you for tying Lucy up>:) BIG MOMENT: he doesn’t threaten Lucy! He doesn’t want to hurt her as far as we can tell here. He’s also impressed and not mad at her for outsmarting him! (Me too baby 🥺 you kick his ass😍)

1x07 again they don’t interact so I usually skip (no shame😎) BUT this is dicey yet again. I still believe in him having the whole “it’ll all work out in the end” mind set. Also! He could go back for her at any point! Even 5 minutes after he marooned them! So to him “no harm done”

1x08 again no garcy action 😔. Bad ass ladies though! AND LUCYS OUTFIT. DEAR GOD LOVE OF MY LIFE. ADORABLE 😍

1x09 😔👆🏽

1x10 MY BELOVED. PEAK ENEMIES TO LOVERS CONTENT. He comes up the back when they are deserting so one could say he was covering her back:)<3 It is dangerous for her to accompany him and the guys, but hey! It’ll “all work out”/he can protect her!

OH OH OH NEW PARAGRAPH CAUSE IT DESERVES IT:D now we’re at THE scene. Their best acting in my opinion 😎. Ok SO he could have done many things: violently shove her to the ground, shoot her leg, shoot HER. BUT NO. HE BEGS HER TO MOVE. He very obviously DOENT want to hurt her here. He tries to reason with her and when he can’t, his response is to pushe her out of the way. More or less “safely”.

NOW when she RUINS his plans. What hes been LIVING for. What his best friend DIED for. To save his god damn wife and CHILD, does he hurt her? Yes and no. Kidnapping does hurt (ptsd my beloved) but in the show this has no repercussions (😔). He forces her to come with him by dragging her along even though she’s yelling and leading Wyatt to them. He could have just knocked her out or something but NOPE. We see that she is scared here and at the church. Naturally! But again he pretty much just tries to intimidate her. When they are in the past he threatens her FALSLY (even when I was watching in ye old 2017 I was just like “homie that is a LIE”). He would not have a back up plan with Rufus and Wyatt if he was willing to ACTUALLY harm Lucy. Cause if he really wanted to hurt her he could have broke her arm or something???? My man worked for the NSA. Being “persuasive” was no doubt apart of the job. It is also my belief that he would have accompanied Lucy to the Fords Hotel at the end of his plan to 1) hold up his end of the deal and 2) to protect Lucy while there.

1x12 Lucy, hon. You need THERAPY.

1x13 BORRRIIIINNNNGGGGGG. Although Lucy in her little coat is beautiful. What can I say. I’m predictable:)

1x14 “let her go. She’s not a prisoner.” <- enough said:D

1x15 not much to say here🤷🏼

1x16 he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s obviously suicidal and just wants to fix things. He’s desperate and honestly can you blame him? I believe he grew to regret the bad decisions he made here in s2

LASTLY: we have entered (however breafy (fuck you Denise>:( the enemies to FRIENDS to lovers!!! Yay! I’m so proud of my loves! His smile? The little hand he puts out to reassure Lucy that he’s not pulling a gun? GOOD SOUP. And then when he gets arrested he looses it. Idk here. Kinda grey and I don’t blame him tbh😔

So over all: no I don’t think he wanted or was trying to hurt her! But I do love exploring their dynamic here and how it could play out at times. Even if it takes a darker turn😇

ANYWAY that was so long I’m sorry🤣 hope that answers your questions about what I believe. If you don’t agree that’s totally cool! It’s all up to interpretation 😘

#timeless #lucy preston #garcia flynn #garcy #my writing #meta?

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