#I doubt my friends' son was serious - it's one of those things you say for impact
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No one should be twelve years old and sitting at a table at church and saying to a friend of your family, "Do you ever just lose the will to live?"
#random personal stuff#I doubt my friends' son was serious - it's one of those things you say for impact#but he is definitely having a rough time in proportion to his age and could at the very least use a good night's sleep#and a break from being expected to help parent his younger siblings (who apparently don't let him get much sleep)#I kept telling him 'you need to tell your parents about this'#but don't know if it'll do much good#his parents are lovely people in general but I get the impression that they're not the sort who take children's problems very seriously#it's rough being twelve though and I wish more people remembered that
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Reacting to Dutch Wanting a Night with Their Girl
Anonymous requested: Okay, so, I’ve had this in my head for a while. Dutch is a gross old guy who likes pretty young ladies, right? Well, Arthur/John/Javier has this real cute and super affectionate little thing on his arm. What? They’re married/engaged/dating? No, it’s fine. He taught that boy how to read! Giving up his girl for a night isn’t that big of a deal, he’s sure asking them in the middle of camp will go well.
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ALJSFDASKL This is so long omg. Let me know if you wanted something specific or anything- Wasn’t too sure if it was a request but I had to give my input. This is how I thought they would react and lmao this was super fun.
Originally published on January 5, 2021
Arthur, Javier, John x Female Reader
Warnings: Dutch is super gross in this - We don’t stan, we do stan the three who stick up for their girl, Dutch is vulgar - I really did Dutch dirty in this but it was bound to happen eventually.
Words: ~900
Okay, one thing they all share in common is if it were you saying that Dutch said something to you, they would all be hesitant. Like “Nah, he didn’t mean it that way” or “Are you sure he said that?” or “I’ll go talk to him”- Then they end up doubting you as Dutch lies his way out of it (Yes, they would sadly be the dudes that apologizes for their friend’s behavior too)
They are hesitant only because Dutch did offer them a chance as part of the family in the gang- He did give them a decent chance at life and as anon said- Taught them to read and write. They see him as someone they owe a great lot to- so if you suddenly talk bad about him, they will want to defend him, or he will point the blame at you
In other words, their loyalty to Dutch will for sure make them not believe you at first
However- If they witness it that is an entirely different story:
Charles wasn’t asked for, but I will say since he is not that close with Dutch other than respecting him for being treated well in the gang, he will straight-up knock out Dutch the second he hears anything vulgar- Or whether you inform him. You matter more than the gang and he will defend you
Arthur Morgan-
You have been skittish lately. That does not sit well with Arthur since you are only skittish with Dutch around- He thinks it is just because you are shy and nothing else until-
Dutch- Sweet, old, crazy Dutch comes up to the both of you, more so looking at Arthur in an expecting way and asks for a night with you- With others as witnesses nonetheless?
All of you would be stunned-
Dutch has a fucking serious tone- Arthur will be frozen then just stare at him for the longest time
“Dutch- You drunk?”
“What? Son, I would never- I was simply asking a hypothetical ‘what if’ question since you have such a divine being hanging on your arm all the time. You can’t deny the chemistry we have when we look- Hey now, don’t give me that look, Son. You know I would only ask if it would benefit you-“
He would keep saying creepy things along those lines and Arthur just snaps
Either by straight-up punching him in the face- Tackling him- Anything, no one can pry him off of Dutch until he good and satisfied that this once honorable man he looked up to will never gaze upon you again in that creepy face
He loses all respect for Dutch and Dutch’s confidence with how he thought he could get Arthur’s girl for a night
Everyone is wary and on edge, but it is for the better
Molly probably opens up her eyes
John Marston-
Dutch does not even have to say anything- John notices the looks he has been giving you and he does not like it one bit
Dutch would not go to him first- Instead, John would confront him in the middle of the camp and be like “You serious right now Dutch? Eyeing my woman when I am right here, and Molly is over there?”
Dutch will respond: “I ain’t touching- I am just looking.” Or “Can you blame me? Look at her.”
“That is low- Even for you Dutch”
If Dutch even tries to defend himself, be fancy with his words, or place the blame on you- You can bet John will not hold back- The boys will have to pry him off Dutch (after letting John get a few hits in because Dutch ain’t as sly as he thinks he is)
This really is one of the worse things John has seen and he won’t stand with it (depending on how much he cares about you tbh) Like if he sees you as his wife you bet, he is ready to ditch the gang again but with you this time
We’re pretending Abigail and Jack are in a healthy place- Not this universe lamflasd
Javier Escuella-
I really hate to say this guys but the way Javier reacts depends on what chapter you are in- In the gang.
Before Chapter 5+6 he would react on your behalf-
“Dutch- Did you really ask if you can borrow mi amor?”
He is pissed- He is beyond livid, he will try to be calm and collected but that will not last long and he will act on your behalf demanding Dutch respects you
If this happens after 5 and during 6- He will really think about it
He already betrayed Arthur and John, the gang is falling apart, all he has is Dutch and you- So he will really consider it (but I doubt he would let Dutch go through with it)
After Chapter 6 though- He will not hesitate to cut a bitch Dutch
He realized that he really lost the family that had his back, and it is all because of Micah and Dutch so if Dutch has the gall to ask him after everything you all went through- It is on- He will fight for your honor and he will apologize constantly afterward for helping to ruin the family you both loved and shared
#softrozene writes#rdr2 x reader#red dead redemption 2 x reader#arthur morgan x reader#john marston x reader#javier escuella x reader#female reader#rdr2 character reactions
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Confession: Jasico
“There’s this guy…i think you might know him.” Nico starts. “I think…i think I like him. You know, more than just a friend”
Jason’s chest tightens. He’d feared this would happen. He’d waited too long to make a move and now Nico just saw him as a friend. And he’d fallen for someone else. The way Nico looks away blushing as he’s thinking about him. there’s no doubt about in Jason’s mind…Nico is thinking of him.Will Solace. The son of Apollo he’s started hanging out with more and more since the end of the war with the giants.
“Y-yeah?. I think I know who you’re talking about.” Jason says, trying to bury the defeat in his voice. Just because Nico had starting liking someone else didn’t mean that he wasnt going to be supportive. He’s still Nico’s friend after all. He’ll deal with his own feelings for Nico separately and he’s not going to make them Nico’s problem.
Besides, Nico deserves to be with who he wants to be with. To be honest, Nico deserves the world.
“Do you?” Nico says. He looks a little surprised.
“I’m not blind. I can tell”
“Really?” Nico looks increasingly flustered.
“No need to be nervous, it’s not like your were being obvious or any thing”
“No?”
“Yeah and you have no reason to be anxious Neeks, I’m pretty sure Will likes you back. I mean he’d be crazy not to you’re amazing. “
Nico gives him a look. Jason doesn’t quite know that the expression is. It was no longer anxiety through. Incredulity perhaps? Nico was so
Unfair to himself. Why can’t he believe how great he is?
“I think…I’m gonna tell him how I feel then.” Nico says, face serious.
“Yeah you should” Jason says. His heart tight again. Using all of his strength not to add the word. “Not”
At the ends
Nico scoots closer to him. His lips curl into a smile. “Yeah I’ll just…go up to him.”
Jason nods
“Look him in those gorgeous blue eyes”
Jason is tempted to retort. To say they’re not that gorgeous. Certainly not as Gorgeous as Nico’s own. But it’s neither the time nor the place to say that so he nods again.
“Card my hand through his soft blonde hair…” Nico continues and runs his hand along the side of Jason face ending with his fingers on the nape of Jason’s neck.
“Y-yeah” Jason says, blushing furiously. “He’ll definitely like that.”
I like it a lot he doesn’t add out loud.
“And then…I’ll say. ‘I like you, you’re so hot I can’t even comprehend it and I want to be your boyfriend”
Jason’s breath catches.
“What do you think?” Nico says
“Very direct, he’ll appreciate that”
“Direct you say” Nico says, lips curling into a smirk “ok then.”
Jason nods “your sincerity is one of the most attractive things about you…it’s definitely one of the things I-“ Jason stops himself. Though if he hadn’t ,Nico’s actions would have. Nico looks directly into his eyes. Those black Irises glinting as they hold Jason’s gaze, as if trying to signal something into his mind.
Nico runs his hand through Jason’s hair again ending at the nape of the neck.
“I like you” Nico says softly but audibly. “You are so hot I can’t even comprehend it and I want to be your boyfriend, Jason Grace”
Jason’s eyes widen. Is Nico saying what he thinks- is he Joking? Or
“You said you wanted me to be direct…I thought I would add it in to clarify” Nico’s lips curl into a smirk again as he regards Jason fondly.
This couldn’t be happening. Jason’s heart pounds like thunder in his chest. He can’t believe it! He’s frozen in place.
Nico’s smirk fades and he retracts his hand. “Wait, unless…I thought that you- oh gods…” his eyes are wide m.
Jason can feel Nico’s confidence slingshot away. He sees the familiar pain of confessing before he was ready return to Nico’s face.
Oh gods no, his hesitation has done this.
“No!” Jason says “I mean yes! No, it’s not unless, it’s yes I mean-.”
Jason takes a deep breath. Be direct.
“I like you, you’re so hot I can’t even comprehend it…and…I wanna be your boyfriend too, Nico di Angelo…if you’ll have me” he says
Nico’s eyes brighten and it’s as if the confidence is slingshot back into him.
“I appreciate your directness. “ he smiles and holds Jason’s hand. “After all, your sincerity is one of the most attractive things about you.”
Nico says with a wink.
Jason’s heart flutters and he gives Nico’s hand a light squeeze. Yup.He thinks to himself. And this is why: Nico really does deserve the world.
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* 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘: 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟐 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. )
feel free to change pronouns / wording! spoiler warning.
“ we’re burning daylight here. ”
“ he’s punctual, i’ll give him that. ”
“ i know that look. ”
“ shit, that was close. ”
“ i’m hit! ”
“ they’re gonna need a new hero. ”
“ we’re not done yet. ”
“ those fuckers used us as bait, didn’t they? ”
“ that’s a glorious sight. ”
“ several pieces will do, easier to find that way. ”
“ are you saying we shouldn’t have helped? ”
“ that’s the first good news i’ve heard all day. ”
“ i want this done right, no mistakes. ”
“ well don’t take all the fun, eh? ”
“ CIA shit… ”
“ welcome to my world. ”
“ keep your weapons concealed. ”
“ one too many, huh? ”
“ we need a distraction. ”
“ i can be very persuasive. ”
“ i thought we were on a first name basis, this must be serious. ”
“ i need your help. ”
“ i need you to stop it. ”
“ someone’s out there. ”
“ it’s nothing. ”
“ get the fuck out of my house! ”
“ drop your fucking weapons right now! ”
“ do you know who i am? ”
“ don’t, i’m not getting out. ”
“ i’ve never been to mexico. ”
“ i’m afraid of ghosts. ”
“ we love this place, and we will die fighting for it. ”
“ our streets are laced with death. ”
“ i keep that a secret. ”
“ can we make that? ”
“ do or die. ”
“ we’ll take them by surprise. ”
“ watch your footing here. ”
“ you led us to a dead end! ”
“ you’d better be right behind me! ”
“ tell me something good. ”
“ do you see a weapon on them? ”
“ these guys are fucked. ”
“ good thing your aim isn’t shite like theirs. ”
“ wasn’t going to leave your ass behind. ”
“ you know i love that shit! ”
“ we’re getting off to a bad start here. ”
“ if you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the fucking stain. ”
“ i have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me. ”
“ this is illegal. ”
“ let me finish this. ”
“ you can’t be serious. ”
“ you shouldn’t be alone out there. ”
“ try to anticipate their paths. ”
“ good to be back in the field? ”
“ what’s your favourite weapon? ”
“ i’m not a marksman, but i know me some guns. ”
“ know where the word sniper came from? from bird hunting. bird called a snipe. highly camouflaged from predators - if you could hit one, you were called a sniper. ”
“ this happened on my watch. i need to know how. ”
“ let’s get this unfucked. ”
“ you done this before? ”
“ many times. since you were in diapers. ”
“ we’ll check your ghillie suit when this is over. ”
“ this will all be in my final report. ”
“ that’s how i like to tell it, you can tell it your way. ”
“ nice fucking shot. ”
“ let’s go together - two’s better than one, right? ”
“ you need cover and i’m the better shot. ”
“ we didn’t all run cross country in college. ”
“ i still run, just gotta stop smoking. ”
“ can i interest you in a cigar, perhaps? ”
“ if you’re looking for a gunfight, you’ll get one. ”
“ appears you can do math. ”
“ getting cheeky are you? ”
“ good to laugh while we still can. ”
“ all dead from rapid onset of holes in the head. ”
“ this is your jam. ”
“ like riding a bike. ”
“ not sure if that’s good news or bad news. ”
“ well, you were so good at it the first time. ”
“ age before beauty. ”
“ i’m not alone, i’m armed and dangerous. ”
“ i know you’re upset. ”
“ don’t die doing this. ”
“ war isn’t about friends, it’s about enemies. ”
“ let’s thin the herd. ”
“ we share a common enemy. ”
“ like old times. ”
“ i’m not dead, i’m hanging from a bloody rope! ”
“ we were chasing them, now they’re going to chase us. ”
“ he’s mine! ”
“ it’s over, it’s over. ”
“ i owed you one. ”
“ we’re even, then. ”
“ may good luck find us all. ”
“ i’d prefer if you didn’t. ”
“ i’ll take my chances. ”
“ you’ve got balls, you son of a bitch. ”
“ goddamn, how’d you do that? ”
“ i hope he makes it. ”
“ don’t lie. ”
“ tell them everything they want to know or you’ll die here. ”
“ you’re only alive because you may have some information. ”
“ you don’t speak unless spoken to. ”
“ i’m just trying to stay sharp, y’ know? ”
“ the pain will keep you sharp. ”
“ we don’t know him and he’s seen our faces. ”
“ this is simple: i ask questions, you answer truthfully. ”
“ do not lie to me. ”
“ you can’t trust him. ”
“ forget about your friend. he’s gone. ”
“ i’ve got some curious asshole next to me. ”
“ i kneel for no one, motherfucker. ”
“ a bullet will make you kneel. ”
“ how do you two know each other? ”
“ strong words are important our word is our worth, right? ”
“ i don’t take orders anymore. ”
“ i created a power vacuum, and i filled it. ”
“ what you don’t do, your competitors will. ”
“ you’ve got ten seconds, or i’m going to show you the difference between the military, and me. ”
“ god help us all. ”
“ be ready for anything, this could be a trap. ”
“ you’re wasting time, what the fuck!? ”
“ i admire it, so i’m taking it. ”
“ i don’t take orders from you. ”
“ what the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo? ”
“ you’re out of line. ”
“ no one needs to get hurt here. ”
“ are you threatening us? ”
“ i don’t make threats, i make guarantees. ”
“ why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? ”
“ that was a big mistake, brother. ”
“ it did not have to be like this. ”
“ thought we lost you. ”
“ you injured? ”
“ let’s find out how good you are. ”
“ i’m not a medic. ”
“ keep your blood in, you’ll need every drop. ”
“ you’ll need to improvise to survive. ”
“ look for supplies - things you can make tools with. welcome to guerrilla warfare. ”
“ watch your arse, you’ve got exactly zero allies down there. ”
“ we’re teammates. friendship’s not in the field manual. ”
“ sounds like you’ve done this before… ”
“ careful with it, can light your way but attract attention. ”
“ we’re on our own. ”
“ be careful who you trust. people you know can hurt you the most. ”
“ i wanna be like you when i grow up. ”
“ i don’t trust anyone. ”
“ just make sure you can trust yourself, start there. ”
“ if he barks, shoot him and repo quickly - don’t get compromised. ”
“ you are stone cold. ”
“ what has two legs and bleeds? half a dog. ”
“ you may get a brag rag for this. ”
“ you said you wanted a win, congratulations, you’re a winner. ”
“ sorry, let me translate - go fuck yourself. ”
“ i’m not fucking scared, bro, i’m not stupid either. ”
“ i’m worried. worried is different than scared. ”
“ you’re right, you won’t see him. it’s too late if you see him, you’re fucking already dead. ”
“ pay attention and you might just learn something. ”
“ you missing a knife? ”
“ i’m used to working alone. ”
“ so much for no man left behind. ”
“ one of us needs to survive to tell the tale. ”
“ taken a shine to me, then? ”
“ what are my odds? ”
“ don’t make me bet against you. ”
“ a man after my own heart. ”
“ you have a heart? ”
“ thought you’d like that. ”
“ that’s a scary thought. ”
“ choose your shots and targets wisely, guns make noise. ”
“ be smart with what you’ve got, that’s the trick. ”
“ it’s raining fucking hard. ”
“ rain’s good, it’ll cover your tracks. ”
“ so you do like me? ”
“ i like you alive. ”
“ open hearts and minds with it. ”
“ this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery. ”
“ we’re not safe here. ”
“ i’m in the coffee shop. ”
“ get us a tea. ”
“ fucking brits… ”
“ you’re gonna owe me for this. ”
“ are you ugly? ”
“ hand held 50.cal? you’re coming with me. ”
“ you get caught out there, they’ll kill you slow. ”
“ they’ll take videos. i won’t watch them, more than once anyway. ”
“ you like tequila? ”
“ tastes like dog piss. ”
“ i’ll bet you sleep with that thing? ”
“ you’re out of your mind. ”
“ i’d murder for a whiskey. ”
“ two goldfish are in a tank. one turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’ ”
“ little army humour. ”
“ why don’t blind guys skydive? scares the shit out of their dogs. ”
“ why was the strawberry crying? because he was in a jam. ”
“ why don’t shrimp share? because they’re a little shellfish. ”
“ got company in the church, and they’re not here for forgiveness. ”
“ it was need to know. ”
“ what if i needed to know? ”
“ i was on the run. ”
“ we’re a team. ”
“ this happened on my watch and i’ll need help to fix it. ”
“ no one fights alone. ”
“ i learned from the best. ”
“ i wouldn’t want to mess with him. ”
“ a little help’s not so bad, eh? ”
“ time to take out the trash… ”
“ your bread and butter. ”
“ unless he runs into me on the way. ”
“ ka-freaking-boom, baby. ”
“ mercenaries, bloody wannabes. ”
“ if i told you, i’d have to kill you. ”
“ do not fail… i told you this shit was important. ”
“ his arabic is atrocious. ”
“ the cover up is always worse than the crime. ”
“ we all keep secrets. ”
“ consider yourself well informed now. ”
“ no one holds me down with a roll of red tape. ”
“ you’ve lost your mind. ”
“ to do good, you’ve gotta do some bad. ”
“ he’s a dog with a bone, and i highly recommend you don’t try and take it. ”
“ this is your last chance to change your mind. ”
“ you’re a good soldier. ”
“ when this is over, we’ll cook asada at my ranch. ”
“ i always keep my eyes on the gringos. ”
“ i trusted him. ”
“ bad men can do good things. ”
“ good men can do bad too. ”
“ if we make it out of here alive, i’ll teach you some good mexican curse words. ”
“ shooting yourself in the foot didn’t help… ”
“ nobody forgets that shit. ”
“ looks like the hunters are getting hunted now huh? ”
“ ain’t that a kick in the ass? ”
“ you got a healthy disrespect for authority, i like that about you. ”
“ that uniform was a limitation. ”
“ knock that honour shit off. ”
“ i’ll be sipping tequila, forgetting where i buried your ass in a week. ”
“ lost a good cigar in the crash… ”
“ violence chases you everywhere, i like it. ”
“ i run a business. we grow, or we die. it’s the way of the world. ”
“ you put a target on your back. ”
“ you’re going down for what you did. ”
“ it doesn’t matter what i did, it matters what you can prove. ”
“ don’t get lost. ”
“ how’d a muppet like you pass selection? ”
“ done it once before. ”
“ you broken? ”
“ seems like yesterday… ”
“ it was yesterday… ”
“ i’ll never tell. ”
“ to cutting the heads off snakes. ”
#mw2 spoilers#cod mw2#cod rp#rp starters#rp meme#call of duty#sentence meme#sentence starters#video games#( sentence. )#i had to really pick and choose with this but#IT'S DONE#i put in some hidden dialogues n shit too ya
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Missed a week to continue my WIP, but back at it with some Wolfstar Fluff😁, @wolfstarmicrofic
29th: Sweet
Yes, Sirius will literally do anything for his friends, helps other people whenever he can, and makes it his life's goal to adore Remus Lupin, but let there be no mistake about it: Sirius Black is not sweet.
Eleven
“What did you just say to me?”
James turns around to look at the boy who is glaring at him with those fierce grey eyes from where he’s sitting on his bed.
“Ehm,” James says, confused. “That I owe you one?”
It’s a peculiar thing about Sirius, James has noticed. He has known the other boy for a few months now, and usually, Sirius can school his expression into one of haughty indifference, his face not showing a trace of emotion. On moments like this, however, when he loses his composure and the facade cracks, his emotions are so intense they seem to radiate off of him. James prefers this, even when the emotion is anger. It seems more real.
Sirius angrily shakes his head. “Not that. Before that.”
James thinks deeply. “That... you’re sweet?” He tries.
Sirius hisses as James says the word. “Don’t call me that!”
James blinks at him. “Why not?”
“I’m a Black!” Sirius bites. “Blacks are strong, proud, calculated. Not sweet.”
James can’t help himself. He laughs, and Sirius narrows his eyes at him, undoubtedly thinking James is mocking him further. James hold up his hands. “You took the blame for my prank so I wouldn’t get detention, because you knew how much I’ve been looking forward to our first flying lesson. I hate to break it to you, Sirius, but that’s sweet.”
Sirius looks so miserable that James stops laughing. “Why is that so bad?” He asks in a more serious tone.
“My mother says being sweet is a weakness.” Sirius now sounds desperate than angry. “Blacks can’t afford any weakness.”
James frowns. “My mum calls me a sweet boy all the time,” he says unembarrassed. He’s never embarrassed by his parents and how they dote on him. “She’s always proud of me when she does.”
“Proud of you?” Sirius mumbles, like the concept is completely foreign to him.
“Being sweet is what makes you liked!” James insists.
“Liked? A Black should be respected, maybe even feared! A Black shouldn’t be liked. A Black shouldn’t be sweet.” Sirius shakes his head and rubs his forehead. “But then again, a Black shouldn’t be a Gryffindor either.”
James thinks for a moment and then says deliberately “Maybe the only thing you shouldn’t be then... is a Black.”
Sirius stares at him in shock.
Fourteen
“Thank you, love,” Hope says as she puts the plates away. “Those were the last ones.”
Her son is sick, and his friend Sirius is staying with them for a couple of days to keep him company. When Remus is resting, Sirius likes to help Hope and Lyall with chores in and around the house. They have just finished doing the dishes, the Muggle way, as for Hope that’s the only way she knows how and Sirius is too young to do magic outside of school. Besides, Sirius is fascinated with the Muggle way of doing things, and stares at everything Hope does in wide-eyed wonder.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else I can do for you?” Sirius asks, drying his hands on a towel.
“No need, you go and relax.” She pats Sirius lovingly on his cheek. “You’re a sweet boy.” She turns to leave, but stops as Sirius’ voice sounds behind her.
“I’m not.”
She turns around and blinks at him. “What was that?”
“I’m sorry,” Sirius says. “I’m very happy I’m so welcome here, because being with Moony means the world to me, but I can’t let you think I’m something I’m not.”
“How do you mean, sweetheart?”
“That!” Sirius says. “I don’t have that! A sweet heart. I’m a Black, so my heart probably is too.”
Hope can’t help but chuckle. “I highly doubt that.”
Sirius sighs. “You’re a Muggle- not that that’s a bad thing-,” he quickly adds. “You just don’t know the Wizarding Community, and within that community the Black family is a notorious family known for their messed up believes.”
“Do you share those believes?” Hope asks carefully.
“No!”
“Well, then I don’t know what the problem is?”
“Don’t you see?” Sirius says, getting frustrated in trying to make Hope understand what he sees as an important issue. “There’s something off with all members of the Black family.”
Hope tilts her head. “And... is there something off with you?”
Sirius shrugs. “Undoubtedly. I haven’t discovered it yet, but there must be.”
“Well,” Hope says. “Let’s not worry about that until then, shall we?”
“Alright,” Sirius says slowly. “But know that I’m not sweet!”
Hope smiles softly at him. “Whatever you say, Sirius, whatever you say.”
Sixteen
“So, Remus...” Mary leans forward with her hands folded underneath her chin and a glint in her eyes. “How are things between you and Sirius? Tell us everything!”
Remus can’t help the smile that spreads over his face just thinking about Sirius. “It’s good,” he says. “Very good. He’s... incredible, really. He makes me feel so comfortable and secure. He knows what I need better than I do,” Remus says with a chuckle. “He’s just so thoughtful. He always wants to hold my hand walking from class to class, and he never goes to sleep without kissing me goodnight.” Remus knows he must look like a lovesick fool with that dreamy look on his face, but he doesn’t care. He is a lovesick fool.
“Sounds like a dream,” Emmeline sighs wistfully.
Remus nods. “It feels like a dream. He’s just the sweetest boyfriend.”
“Don’t let him hear it,” Lily smirks. “Before you know it, he’ll go off into one of his infamous ‘a Black can’t be sweet’-rants.”
“Well, it’s true!”
They all turn around to see Sirius standing behind them, holding a roll of parchment in his hands and glaring at Lily.
Lily rolls her eyes. “Sure, Black. Sure.”
Sirius opens his mouth to retort, but before he can say anything, Marlene quickly asks “Whatcha got there?” and Remus shoots her a grateful look.
Sirius closes his mouth and glances down at the roll of parchment in his hands. His cheeks slightly redden. “Oh, this... The book Remus needed for his Potions homework was all checked out in the library, but this Ravenclaw let me borrow hers for a moment, so I copied all relevant pages...”
They all stare at him and Lily arches an eyebrow.
Sirius’ face turns bright red and he dumps the parchment on Remus’ lap. “But I’m not sweet!” He snaps, before turning on his heels and stalking off.
Nineteen
“So, what do you think?”
Remus looks around the room. In a corner, instruments are charmed to play romantic music, which is an incredibly difficult charm that must’ve taken Sirius ages to perform. A soft light comes from floating candles near the ceiling, there are fresh flowers on the coffee table, and the dinner table is set and covered with Remus’ favourite food.
“I asked your mum’s recipe. Of course, it won’t be as good as hers, but it should taste alright, at least I hope-”
“It’s perfect,” Remus interrupts.
Sirius beams. “Really? You like it?”
Remus turns to him with a bright smile. “Can I say it? Please, can I say it? Just this once, let me say it.”
Sirius averts his gaze and looks down at his feet. “Fine. Just this once.”
Remus walks up to Sirius and gently tilts his chin up, so he can look him in the eyes. “You, Sirius Black, are sweet.”
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Heaven & Arthur Visit The LaVeaus
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This is part 1 of Heaven & Arthur visiting Mel and her family because I'm cutting it off at 2680 words. LOL
Modern AU
@call-sign-shark's OC Heaven and her husband Arthur Shelby travel to Louisiana to visit some military men Arthur served under and with in the military. But it is Heaven that gets the biggest surprise of the visit.
“We leave in an hour to pick up Arthur and his wife, Heaven, from the airport,” Cade entered the kitchen to let Mel know. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, then looked around at Mama Marie, Dontanion and Francios. “You two, behave.” He pointed at the brothers with a serious expression. Arthur was suffering from PTSD from the Gulf and the last thing anyone needed was the two LaVeau brothers being assholes and causing him to have some kind of attack.
“One wandering ancestor and we will forever be doubted.” Dontantion smirked and winked at his sister, as his shoulders raised.
“One wandering ancestor who wandered in on my friend who was getting dressed for her wedding and gave her a death prophecy.” Mel rolled her eyes as Cade took a seat next to her and planted a kiss on her cheek this time. “You are lucky she did not stroke out.” Casting a look over to her mother, “can you please make these two behave, mama?”
“Boys, do not make me resurrect your fathers.” The smile she gave her sons made everyone’s blood run cold. As loving and warm as Marie was, no one ever forgot she was also the scariest person currently walking the planet. Only Rasputin may have ever topped her, and she had far outlived him.
“Yes, mama.” Francois replied before putting a strong elbow into his younger brother’s side. Even at over one hundred and fourty, Dontanion sometimes did not act a day over 16. “No ancestors scaring Cade’s friend, or his lovely wife.” The look in his eye was serious. Even if the death prophecy HAD come to pass, and they HAD hated Mel’s friend, and it HAD been hilarious at the time, causing a brave soldier still bearing the mental wounds of war further trauma would not be something they would partake in.
“Please, he was over in the Gulf with me and some of the guys on the team. He was under Alexander. Has some bad PTSD, seeing spirits that he would think were hallucinations from there might just send him…” Cade raised his brows and tilted his head, he didn’t need to finish, both brothers were nodding. “His wife, I don’t know much about but he says she is an angel and shy. Her name’s Heaven. She seems to have dont him a lot of good, he seems to be healing more. Figured she and Mel would be the ones hanging out, maybe with Mama Marie too.” He winked over at the woman who was like a second mother to him and who could make anyone feel welcome and loved.
“Of course, any of your friends are welcome here.” Love and warmth emanated from Marie. While she had immense powers, which she did not hesitate to use to protect those she loved; she was, at her heart, a mother. All of Mel’s friends had been adopted as surrogate children. None were turned away if they needed a mother figure, that was just Marie and the time she came from.
“Thank you, mama.” Love radiated off of Melania too as her gaze alternated around the other four in the room at the time, before her attention turned to Cade. “When do the others get here? I know Alexander got in last night and is still passed out in his room.”
“Tomorrow.” Cade answered, picking her hand up off of the table and kissing the back where there was a scar that lay across running from just below where her pinky met her hand to the crease of her wrist. The last evidence of the whole ordeal involving Ambrose and Adama. Even though it was long ago, it still made his heart clench and sometimes made him want to ask Marie to bring the assholes back so they could kill them again. “So you girls will have twenty-four hours before testosterone rules the house.” He winked at her, banishing thoughts of the past.
“Lovely. Just remember, Archibald can contain you all if you get out of line.” The whole room erupted in laughter at the threat of having her pet albino alligator snack on people. Not that he hadn’t been used as nature’s body disposal device before when required, but not on people they liked.
*****
Louis Armstrong Airport in Kenner was a bustle of activity as Mel sat on Cade’s lap down on the first floor by the baggage claim. It seemed the easiest place for Arthur and Heaven to find them. Although, from what Arthur had told Cade over the phone, Heaven shouldn’t be too hard to spot with snow white hair and skin just as fair. A statement that had apparently gotten Cade promptly cussed out for mentioning she should fit in with the aforementioned alligator in the swamp. Mel had a feeling that her fiance was lucky he’d been on the other side of the ocean from Arthur at the time.
They watched as the flight from Heathrow Airport flipped over from “On Time” to “Landed”. It still amazed Mel that they had direct flights, and for no more money, not that money mattered to her family…with Ambrose and Nic “missing”, she had complete control over Meirs Enterprises Worldwide, which meant more money than she cared to think about. For friends of Cade, money was NOT an option anyway.
About 20 minutes later, Mel felt it, somewhere near was a powerful witch. Her hand went instinctively to Cade’s, their fingers interlacing. The signature was not one she recognized, the magic different, old world like her mother and brothers’. Her eyes scanned the crowd as people descended from the second floor on the escalators. She could more than stand on her own, but after the past events, having Cade there without her family was not something she was altogether comfortable with. If whomever possessed the magic was hostile, it could get ugly fast if they sensed her as well. Not since Adama had she faced down a threat, and that…she closed her eyes and swallowed before the thought fully materialized.
“Do I need my gun, or is this something of the invisible sort, babe?” Cade’s chin rested on her shoulder as he spoke just loud enough for her to hear. He knew her signs well enough. When she was tense, it was never a good one.
“Shooting them is as good as dropping a house on them, I guess. A lot easier when inside too.” She tried not to let her nerves show with some humor, but she was anything but lighthearted with the situation. As they sat there waiting for Arthur and Heaven, she did not stop scanning everyone coming in their direction. It was that scanning that produced what would be the biggest shock of the day, the revelation that the witch was Arthur’s wife. “You are definitely NOT shooting the witch.”
Cade chuckled, having no clue what had suddenly changed the beauty on his lap’s mind. “And that would be because….”
Mel stood as the pair approached them, “you must be Heaven,” she greeted the tiny woman with a bright smile and offered hand. There was no way that Heaven couldn’t sense her as well, but seemed to completely not notice. She then remembered that Cade had mentioned that Heaven was originally from France, and since Louisiana is a bilingual state, she had an idea to make the woman feel even more welcome. “Bienvenue en Louisiane où dans le bayou, les sorcières sont vénérées. Je crois que vous et ma famille vous entendrez très bien. Ma mère est une grande prêtresse du vaudou. (Welcome to Louisiana where in the bayou, the witches are revered. I believe that you and my family will get along very well. My mother is a high priestess of Voodoo.)”
Heaven’s eyes widened at her words, clearly not having expected them. “Comment le saviez-vous? (How did you know?)” The woman looked absolutely confused, which was when Mel remembered she still had the talisman on that Dontanion had given her when they were hunting Adama that cloaked her magic.
“Parfois, une sorcière en connaît une autre. J'ai aussi deux frères sorciers à la maison. C’est en quelque sorte une affaire de famille. (Sometimes a witch just knows another one. I have two warlock brothers at home too. It kind of runs in the family.)” Mel gave the woman a wink and then turned to Arthur and Cade who were both looking at her with rather confused expressions.
“What, can’t one girl fluent in French welcome another? Do you know how often I get to use that?” She smiled, Cade giving her a look that said he knew better and she’d have to explain once that they were alone. “You must be Arthur.” She extended her hand to him, “it is such a pleasure to meet any friend of Cade’s. You both are now family, that is how it works here. We will spend a couple of days out on the Plantation, and a couple here in the Garden District. My mother has been up since dawn cooking, so we best not keep her waiting too long. Mama Marie is not one to be kept waiting.” Mel laughed.
Cade knew his fiance better than that. Those were far too many words for just a polite hello, and he did recognize enough to know that she’d found her witch. But, he was a good boy and would say nothing. Things normally worked out more in his favor that way. “You’re discussing how to bankrupt us in the French Quarter aren’t you?” A brow rose and he nudged Arthur with an elbow. “I hope you brought all your plastic, bro, my girl can shop!”
Arthur for his part either missed what the exchange was about or was so entranced by his bride he gave not one fuck. He did, however, growl at Cade’s remark, which told the fellow soldier that he probably had experienced a similar shopping excursion to the one Mel had more than once put him through. Although, to bankrupt them, Mel would have to literally buy the entire French Quarter, as in the land it was sitting on and all the buildings.
"Can you not behave for two minutes?" Mel’s brow rose as she looked between the two men, Cade trying not to laugh and Arthur about taken aback at her words. “No growling.” She raised both brows and looked pointedly at the Brit. Heaven giggled next to her, which just had Arthur rolling his eyes. “Now, you boys do the heavy lifting of getting the luggage, Miss Heaven and I are going to go get the car from the garage and bring it around. And you two can ride in the back.” She dropped a kiss on Cade’s cheek with a big grin and a wink over to Heaven. She already liked the striking and beautiful woman. Wait till her family laid eyes on her!
*****
From the airport, to River Road, Mel gave a guided tour to their guests of the historical context of each and every plantation along the road. Her mother had been alive for the building of many, although she did not share that quite yet. For Heaven, it might not have surprised her, for Arthur, he might have tried to exit the vehicle while at 60MPH. The latter was more her concern.
Finally they arrived at Vita Pacis Plantation (Life of Serenity). It had been renamed after Ambrose’s death, her mother choosing the name for what this now represented to them all. It was a place of peace, of respite from the life they lived in Baton Rouge and New Orleans, from the missions they went on collecting artifacts around the globe. It was to this estate, to the buildings that rested upon the land and had for over 300 years, that Mel and her friends returned to find peace and to be at peace. It would be on this estate where she would marry Cade in six months.
As they drove up the red brick drive, live oaks arching over it with their green leaves and the dangling spanish moss providing shade, she heard Heaven gasp as she got her first view of the grand plantation house mansion. It was impressive with white limestone exterior and grecian columns that rose three stories, the floor to ceiling french doors that served as windows to the rooms were framed with dark red hurricane shutters. It created an impressive picture when famed with the arch of the live oaks over the drive. Just the guest house had four bedrooms and was a sight, but the grand mansion was something out of a movie. Lovingly preserved by the Meirs family, and now the LaVeaus, it was a piece out of time and history. The dark stains of the past that it held could never be erased, but they would be made up for over time. Now it stood for the LaVeau legacy, and that was a strong, vibrant, and proud legacy.
Mel knew that when she had opened the wrought iron gates of the drive, it had alerted those within the guardhouse and the mansion of their arrival. No one got onto or off of the property without being noticed. If you tried to come on secretly, there were things seen and unseen that would greet you. You had better hope the former got to you before the latter did. So, when Mel pulled the large black SUV around to the back of the mansion, it was of little surprise that her mother stood flanked by her brothers, waiting to greet their guests. She could not wait till they discovered the surprise that lay in store.
Once the car was stopped, and everyone was out, Mel led Arthur and Heaven over to her family while Cade unloaded the luggage from the back. She could tell that all three of them immediately recognized in Heaven what she had and the adoring smile her mother cast on Heaven warmed her heart. Marie was known for taking in anyone needing a mother and love, and it was clear she was already looking that way at Heaven, no matter if she had family back home or not.
Marie was the first to speak, stepping forward and taking both of Heaven’s hands in her own. “Salve, fili mi, maiores te ad nos perduxerunt. Hic semper domum habebis. (Welcome, my child, it seems the ancestors have lead you to us. Here you will always have a home.)” Then she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss in the middle of Heaven’s forehead.
Arthur tensed and Mel leaned over, “my mother adopts anyone she feels needs love. She sensed that in Heaven and has welcomed her to always see this as a home.” She kept her voice low as to not embarrass Heaven who was now tightly embracing Marie and she swore she saw a tear on the porcelain skin of her cheek. “You too Arthur, Vita Pacis means Life of Serenity. Any friend of Cade’s is family here, where the mind can find peace when one needs.” With a soft and warm smile on her face, her eyes gently closed as she inclined her head.
The stoic man just inclined his head in return before turning back to the scene where both Francois and Dontanion were further introducing themselves to his wife, who seemed to be taking everything in stride. As dwarfed as the beauty was by her gruff husband, she looked absolutely tiny next to Mel’s brothers who were both well over six feet in height and broad shouldered.
“See, I told you this trip would be good for you.” Cade finally made it up to them and clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “And Mama Marie and the spooky bunch has adopted another stray. I guess we’re brothers now, Arthur. Wait till you taste her food! We may never get you back to England.” They all laughed as they began to head in to see exactly how big of a feast Marie HAD prepared.
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we've still not come to a decision | peter parker
this post is a part of a series called "but you're the one i want"! click here to read parts one, two, three and four!
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summary: summary: you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else.
warning: cursing, talk of character death, minor angst, this is mostly a filler chapter (lemme know if i missed any)
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pairing: peter parker x fem!reader (this is in 3rd person!)
word count: 2.5k+ words
y/n
y/n laid in her bed, right next to her was a tub of ice cream. well, half a tub of ice cream. mint chocolate was always the answer.
almost always the answer. just not today. not right now. she'd kissed peter. kind of. ish. did that even count as a kiss? a peck, maybe? it had been two days since she had seen peter, given it was monday. also because she was dead terrified of seeing him.
she had come to a conclusion.
she liked peter benjamin parker. loved?
no, no, no.
yes.
yes.
yes.
she was in so deep. so fast.
y/n rolled over on her stomach, letting out a groan of frustration, seeing that the ice cream was half melted.
and maybe, just maybe, because she didn't want to like him. peter was awesome, don't get her wrong. but she didn't want to mess up their relationship. y/n wasn't even sure if she was ready for something serious.
to be honest, she'd never been in something serious before. she had flings all the time. hookups were just hookups. well, she had stopped with that recently to focus on her job.
but... there was this one guy. her dad's best friend's son. y/n's father hadn't ever told her to do much. he was strict about grades, but that was all. he had let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she was on the right path.
whatever hobbies. whatever college. whatever job.
only one thing. only one thing he was rather adamant about. her father's dying wish. the first time he had told y/n, she had instantly refused, telling him she would do anything else. just not this. once he had gotten severely sick, it was clear that this was all he wanted. so, she finally agreed.
agreed to having an arranged marriage with spencer barcon.
they were childhood friends, and she doubted she would be able to see him as anything else. besides, peter probably didn't want to date someone who already had a finalized marriage.
more than anything, she didn't want to marry spencer. but how could she refuse her father?
she already knew that he liked her like that. in fact, she was almost positive that he had asked his father to ask her father to get married. and her father agreed. because spencer was rich. and he could "support" her.
y/n frowned. she could very much so support herself. she didn't need financial help. she knew what would happen if she got married to him. y/n would become a some housewife, stuck at home.
y/n would have to quit her job and she didn't want that. that wasn't freedom.
she was stuck. completely, utterly, stuck. and there wasn't a way out of this mess that her heart tangled itself in.
her phone buzzed and she flinched before picking it up to read the text.
please don't be peter. please don't be peter. please don't be peter.
it wasn't peter!
those bitches 🙄
cindy mindy moon
i've literally been meaning to ask you all week
cindy mindy moon
who tf is that boy and don't you dare say no one
cindy mindy moon
i saw the way you were eye fcking him don't even with me rn
priyacorn
boys?? there are boys now??
priyacorn
and eye fcking?? no one told be about these events i demand answers right now
dumbassoncrack
omg i'm not doing this
cindy mindy moon
yes you are
priyacorn moon
yes you are
dumbassoncrack
there's nothing to say
dumbassoncrack
ok maybe there is
dumbassoncrack
but it doesn't matter anyways remember
dumbassoncrack
if you've forgotten, there's this guy named spencer who i have to marry so
priyacorn
ooh drama i like it
priyacorn
wait who is it
cindy mindy moon
it's this guy named peter who she's always shamelessly flirting with i mean u should've seen her
clairebear
it doesn't matter u can still date him just don't tell abt spencer
cindy mindy moon
that sounds badass but not in this context
cindy mindy moon
don't do that y/n/n
priyacorn
fr if u date him u gotta tell him
clairebear
why's it matter
clairebear
u play boys all the time this isn't any different
dumbassoncrack
used to
clairebear
but he's like dead so it doesn't matter
dumbassoncrack
so is your mom but i see you following her footsteps
that’s what she wanted to say. but she said this instead;
dumbassoncrack
claire, he’s my dad. and i made a promise.
claire bear
so?
priyacorn
stop claire
cindy mindy
it was her dads dying wish she can't just forget abt that
clairebear
idk what u want me to say then
cindy mindy
meet me in the cafe in 15 we'll talk in person
priyacorn
yea good chance to get the deets
dumbassoncrack
ew did you just say deets
priyacorn
yes I did and shamelessly so
priyacorn
see u lovelies
dumbassoncrack
fine
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y/n sighed and turn off her phone with a click. she knew she was in a tough situation, but what was there to do? it's not like she had much of a choice. maybe her friends could give her some insight. plus, it was a nice excuse to meet up, she'd been so busy lately, and hadn't gotten much free time. well, she had some, but she was busy moping around during that time.
and spending it with peter.
she dragged herself out of bed, throwing the lid on the tub of ice cream. she trudged out to the kitchen and tossed the tub in the freezer. with a huff, she entered the bathroom, putting her hair up into a messy bun.
she washed her face and brushed her teeth, before venturing into the closet to find something to wear. of course she wanted to look nice, but she didn't really feel like putting that effort in. she settled on a sage green pullover and black jeans, adding a couple bracelets.
y/n did some winged eyeliner, mascara, and concealer before giving up on trying anything else. it didn't really matter, it was just her friends.
she swung a purse over her shoulder and slipped on some black doc martins. stretching once again, she left the apartment, locking the door behind her.
the walk there was only 10 minutes, so there wasn't any point in getting a cab. plus, with all the traffic, the car ride would probably extend the time.
stupid feelings. stupid spencer. stupid peter.
i've fallen in love with someone i can't.
but what if...? what if claire was right? maybe she could date peter, and then break up with him before she got married. that didn't seem like such a bad idea. but then she would have to come up with a good excuse, and she didn't think that there were any good excuses for something like that.
the entire walk she had been distracted. distracted with thoughts about peter. but she somehow managed to only get almost run over twice, and to her that was an accomplishment.
when she finally got there, her friends were sitting inside at a table, chatting their butts off. well, all of them except claire. she was awkwardly playing with her straw wrapper, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. she mumbled a greeting and plopped down on an empty chair.
"i'm glad you took your time," cindy frowned, but there was a happy gleam in her eyes.
y/n shrugged.
priya smiled, "hey, y/n/n, we got your drink for you!"
"thanks."
"okay, now spill." pri demanded, and cindy nodded along.
"all the deets,” she added, making y/n roll her eyes lovingly.
claire paid literally no mind, scrolling through her phone.
"wait, wait! do you have a picture?" the indian squealed.
"i think so. i'm pretty we took a couple selfies," she remembered, pulling out her phone. the two girls squealed, and y/n rolled her eyes.
"hey, i gotta go. i'll see you."
"already?"
"but claire, you only just got here."
y/n didn't even bother, she wasn't even sure why the girls were surprised, she did this half the time anyways. she found a good picture and showed it to priya and cindy. claire glanced at it, pulling her jacket on.
claire had a certain look on her face.
"what's wrong?" she asked.
"i know him. he went to midtown with me. peter, right? yeah, peter parker. i think we had math together. i can't believe you like him."
"why?"
"...he's a freaking nerd. your standards have to be higher than that."
"maybe he's just my type. i dunno."
"your type? and what's that supposed to be? losers? honestly, just marry spencer. he's so much better. maybe he can keep your life together. that's probably why your dad set you up for him anyways."
y/n pushed her chair back, and got up quickly, slamming her drink down. "i'm sorry, keep my life together? i don't need someone to make those decisions for me. especially not you."
"guys? people are watching!" priya exclaimed, trying to get their attention.
"just some advice. you literally have a fucking millionaire in front of you."
"um- maybe-" cindy started, trying to calm them both down.
"are you serious? you want me to take advice from you? hilarious. get your love life together first. richard's going behind your back fucking a different girl everyday, and you're too desperate to even realize it, obviously you get the delusional genes from your mom."
all three girls shut up, surprised at what she had said. she'd always dealt with claire's backlash against her, even when she went too far, making remarks on her body, insecurities, and whatnot. no one was quite sure how to take it.
one of the waitresses walked up to them, "i'm gonna have to ask you to leave, you guys are being very loud."
"fucking fine by me," claire scoffed, visibly trying to push tears back.
"claire, i..." y/n started. wait, why was she apologizing? she had only stood up for herself. kind of. maybe she could have been less harsh. she shouldn't have brought up her mom. she watched as claire stormed out, but for the first time, no one went after her. the young l/n girl simply stood there in shock.
all through middle school they had been a group. and visibly, claire was always the leader. she might not have had her way with her looks, but her bold personality and confidence lead her to be popular. cindy was the quiet one, and priya had always been bubbly and bright. she was just... y/n. there wasn't anything special about her.
all three of them, bound so tight as best friends, maybe even as sisters because they could act the part. until the last two years of high school. claire had met this new boy named richard, and she was head over heels for him. she couldn't see that he was bad news. not in the way y/n was.
he only kept claire around for his disgusting fantasies, and the worst part? she was in denial. everyday her friends would tell her to stay away from him, and everyday she would yell at them, saying the two were in love. at one point, they just gave up. richard had changed her, in ways she couldn't have ever expected.
priya shook she lightly, snapping her back into reality. she hadn't even noticed the hot tears that were streaming down her face. she swiped them away, looking up to see the waitress glaring at the expectantly. she murmured a sorry and grabbed her empty cup, tossing it out, and walking away from the cafe.
"y/n! wait up!" priya yelled, running after her. it took cindy a moment, but she followed after.
y/n stopped by a lake, not quite yet frozen over. she sat down there, pulling her knees to her chest.
priya dropped down next to her, bringing her in for a hug. cindy did the same.
"she's never gonna talk to me ever again."
"hey, hey, you don't know that. maybe she needs time to cool down. but i'm proud of you, standing up for yourself like that. i know there were better ways to handle that, but i know she hasn't been treating you how you deserve," priya smiled.
"now that she's gone, we have some peace. wanna tell her about what i saw in the cafe?" cindy wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
she laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. cindy's phone rang, and she checked her smartwatch to see who it was. y/n got a glimpse of it and frowned a bit.
"you should take that."
"no, i'm here right now for you. you're more important."
"it's okay, moon. take it."
"you sure?"
"yes!"
cindy got up and took it. the two girls listened in on the one side that could hear.
"yes? ...what? ...i'm in the middle of-... oh god, of course he did. fine, fine! i'll be there- no, yes... no? we can talk about friday night later, mj. no... i'm not busy. d-da-... yes! of course! can't wait!" she ended the call and and back over.
"oh my god! date? with michelle? you go, girl!" y/n cheered hyping her friend.
cindy blushed and nodded. "yeah, but we deal with my love life after yours. okay? josh set the coffee machine on fire somehow, and now i have to go over and deal with it. but, but! i won't go unless you let me. you guys are much more important to me."
"go, cind, it's fine. really."
"you sure?"
"yes! go, love, jeez!”
she smiled and ran off, desperately waving down a cab and hopping in it. she smiled at her and faced priya. she had to admit, out of them all, she was the closest to priya, and she was glad that pri was there for her.
"tell me about peter. what's he like?" she inquired, in a sweet in loving voice. it felt warm, and it reminded her of her dad.
"he's really sweet. and funny. he works with me at the daily bugle. he's the head photographer which is awesome. i like working with him, it makes my job more exciting and fun. i never get bored with him. he's always trying to make me laugh or smile. remember the clock tower incident? about two or three years ago, i think. i'm not sure."
"yeah, i do. poor girl."
"that was peter's girlfriend." she spoke quietly, as those words held a gravity of sadness.
"really? i feel so bad. that must have been a lot."
"i know. it's hard, things like that. his uncle ben died, too. but i'm not sure how, i didn't want to pry or anything, you know?"
"you guys are really similar. i wish you didn't have to marry spencer."
"me too."
"cause i would have totally taken him," y/n turned to priya, giving her a look.
"what about luke? have you told him yet?"
"no! are you crazy?"
"you should tell him, before it's too late."
"but what if i mess everything up? i'd rather stay friends then take that risk."
"some things are worth risking, you know that. this is one of them, he deserves to know, and you deserve to tell him. and if he says no, he's a pretentious douchebag."
"i dunno. maybe, enough about me. are you sure you're marrying spencer?
she sighed, "it's a guilt thing. i kinda have to."
"it's completely your choice. i know it's a hard decision."
"yeah, it's okay though. i have time."
"okay."
she had time.
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#tom holland x reader#tom holland#spiderman#peter parker#peter parker x you#fluff#peter parker x reader#angst#tom holland x you#peter parker imagine#but you're the one i want
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when Taylor sang “I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring” in Foolish One I went insane.
I mean, imagine Steve Harrington x Reader. She is Eddie’s neighbor and that’s how they met for the first time. He’s instantly whipped and they have that cute idiots to lovers dynamic where they’re both in love with each other but don’t say anything about it because they feel like the feeling isn't mutual.
But one day the gang decides to do something about it because they're tired of the longing glances and pining, and they finally confess their love.
It's summer, so they spend all of their free time hanging out together swmming with everyone, and at night they go to Steve's place to spend some quality time alone (if you know what I mean). Everything is amazing, it feels like it's straight out of a movie and Steve's never felt that way before, not even with Nancy.
The thing is, on a random day, Steve's parents arrive unannounced at the house and see Reader with Steve. He's nervous because he know his parents, but he can finally introduce her to them, however they act all weird about it and Reader decides to leave. Then his parents decide to tell him that she's "not good enough for him" because "she's trailer trash". Steve gets angry and all of that, but for some reason that I'm still trying to think of, his relationship with Reader ends up becoming a secret, even for the gang. Everyone thinks they've broken up, but they're still together and seeing each other in secret.
After summer ends, Steve's parents start trying to set him up with this girl from a family that is friends with the Harringtons because she's "the right one for him". Reader's heart breaks.
Steve now has to bring the Girl to the gang's meetings as a façade for his parents, and they're always sitting together during movie nights, she holds his hand, they share secrets at laugh at things they whisper for the other... And Reader is always on the corner looking at them and longing, waiting for those bittersweet hidden moments with Steve, since it's the only thing that she gets.
But, you know, things start to get more serious, Reader gets sadder and sadder every day and Steve doesn't really get why she's feeling that way because they're still together and that's enough for him, but not for her. She wishes for more and at first she felt like it was a selfish thing to want, but she can't do it anymore. They have this huge fight one night and break up.
Steve feels like trash and starts fighting this battle inside of him that's basically "stop to endlessly trying to reach the impossible title of 'The Perfect Son' or lose forever the girl he loves?". He ends up reaching his limit one day after seeing something related to Reader or his parents (again, I still have to think more about it) and there's this whole scene of him confronting his parents and then leaving without waiting for an answer. He goes to Reader's home and they have this whole conversation full of repressed feelings and anger, but also full of love.
And I want them to get back together, but how's everything going to work? How are Steve's parents going to react? And how's Steve and Reader's relationship going to be now that they are aware of the Harringtons feelings towards it? I DON'T KNOW THE ENDING TO MY OWN WIP. BUT IT'S FULL OF ANGST AND PINING AND HEARTACHE AND WHISPERS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND DOUBT. And a happy ending because I'm that weak.
#anyway just wanted to put this out there#couldn't stop obsessing over it so I just had to put it out there somehow#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x you
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On One Condition
Hey, this is for the Blackevans BFF Week Fest (I'm a bit late :( but I hope I can still submit some more work, if only my laptop works)
So this is the first time I'm writing about Sirius and Lily's friendship and I wanted to say that I'm happy with how it came out.
I hope to write more on this friendship, it seems as of late the Marauders era has got me in a chokehold.... but I love it XD
Also, wanted to mention that I do not own the these characters, only the plot and I don't have the rights to the song "Dancing Queen" by, ABBA
I hope you enjoy this fic, and feel free to tell me what you think!
You can check out the fic down below OR on A03
“Sirius, you have no idea how important you are to us, we want you to be Harry’s Godfather”, Lily said as she looked at the man that was currently cradling her son in his arms. There was complete silence in the room, until Sirius turned to her with red rimmed eyes. “Lily, you can’t honestly think that I’d be the right person to be there for Harry. I’m too much of a fuck-up to have the responsibility of taking care of your child if something were to happen to either you or James, I don’t know how I’d even cope with that, let alone take care of Harry.” Sirius said as he ran one hand over his face in frustration as the other arm had Harry cradled securely.
“Oh, that's bullshit, and you know fucking know that!”, Lily spat out in frustration, her cheeks reddening in agitation almost matching the color of her fiery hair.
“Tsk, tsk, Lily I am truly appalled by your language, don’t you see I’m carrying an innocent baby in my arms,” Sirius said in a mock scandalized voice as he rocks Harry in his arms and shakes his head. Lily rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw, “Oh, sod off Sirius, I’m being serious right now, and don’t you even dare and make that into a joke.” She narrowed her eyes and poked him in the chest with her forefinger as if daring him to say something else.
“Look, Evans-”
“I’m actually a Potter”
He rolled his eyes before turning his head to look at the photographs on the mantle, they were muggle ones of James, Lily and himself at the wedding. The love of the three friends really showed through those photos even though they didn’t move. The wedding was small but there was no lack of love during that day. It was a complete contrast to those blasted Pureblood wedding ceremonies he was forced to attend as a child. The difference was that his friends married out of love, and not out of convenience for a special status in the wizarding world.
“Sirius, I don’t know if you remember from all the Firewhiskey that you and James consumed, but need I remind you, that you were the best man at the wedding. In case you’ve forgotten we have pictures and videos to prove it”, Lily said breaking him out of his thoughts. Sirius chuckles as tears begin to fall gently down his handsome face as he rocked Harry tighter in his arms. He glances down and gently touches Harry’s chubby cheek with his knuckles, watching this tender moment , which had made Lily’s heart grow. There was no doubt that Sirius will be an excellent Godfather for Harry, there simply is no one else that would fit that role.
“How could I forget, it was a great wedding, plus watching James get sloshed as he was singing that Muggle song, erm…. The Dancing….Fuck, what was it called again?’ Sirius swore as he tried to remember the name of the song that her husband had ended up singing after one two many shots of Firewhiskey during the reception of the wedding. If it wasn’t for Fleamont, pulling James off of the stage as he began to strip off his jacket and wave it above his head as he sang, “Having the time of your life”, as he pointed at her while she tried her best to not choke on the champagne that she was drinking.
“It was Dancing Queen, by ABBA and please don’t swear around Harry”. Lily scolded Sirius as she watched him laugh, it was such a rare thing these days, it was as though this war that hung over their heads was ripping the joy from everyone. Which is why Lily wanted to bask in the familiar yet, foreign sound of the way Sirius' laughter vibrates against the walls of the room, that was until the moment that Harry began to cry.
“Shhh, it's alright, Harry…. Go back to sleep and dream about how we’ll drive your mum and dad insane when I teach you how to ride my motorbike”, Sirius fake whispered as he smirked at the look on Lily’s horror stricken face, “absolutely not, it's dangerous” she managed to say, thankfully without sputtering. “Oh please, there's lots of things that are far more dangerous than that”, Sirius said as he rolled his eyes at her. Letting out a sound of frustration, Lily walked right up to Sirius, “First of all, I’ve known you for a long time so I know when you are purposely trying to avoid a conversation. Second, give me one good reason as to why you shouldn’t be Harry’s Godfather,” Lily crossed her arms and started up at Sirius.
“Just one, eh… alright fine It’s because I doubt that you’d have chosen me if it wasn’t for this war. Not just that but also I don’t think you’d want a member of the “Most Ancient House of Black”, to be the one to care for your son”, he said bitterly. As he waited for Lily to agree with the nonsense that he spat out. Instead what he didn’t expect was for Lily to have laughed, although it wasn’t a genuine laugh it was more of a “you’ve-got -to-be-kidding me” type of laugh.
“Out of all the ridiculous things that I’ve ever heard from your mouth, this one takes the cake, bravo Sirius you’ve completely reached the point of being delusional. You do realize that James and I would choose you before anyone else in this world”, Lily raised her hand to stop Sirius from spewing even more nonsense. “Don’t you even dare say that you are even remotely like your family, because that is far from the truth and you know that. The only person that I can say resembles you is your cousin Andromeda. Other than her, you are nothing like them, the only thing you share is their bloodline, you need to know that your name doesn’t define who you are as a person.” Lily said, running her hand through her red locks,
Walking close to Sirius, she places a hand gently over Sirius’ forearm, “You’re Sirius Black, and you’re one of the most annoying, frustrating, hotheaded-”
“Gee, thanks Red”, Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“It's true and you know it, but you are also one of the most loyal and most driven wizard that I’ve ever had the chance to know. You, Sirius Black are the most important person to have ever stepped foot into James’ and my life. No matter if there’s a war going on or not, we will always choose you,” Lily said softly as she looked into Sirius’ red eyes and hoped that he could see the honesty in her eyes. She wasn’t going to be the first person to look away and she knew Sirius for a long time to know that he wouldn’t be the first to turn away either, talk about stubbornness.
The stalemate could last for hours, days even, but luckily it only lasted a few minutes. The only sounds in the room was Harry’s soft breathing between them.
“I-I can’t live with myself if I fail at being there for Harry, but you’re right. Fuck Hell, Red…. please understand me”, Sirius said before looking down at Harry, and at that moment Harry managed to open his tiny mouth in what could be the biggest yawn in a baby’s life. As he slowly fought to open his eyes and after a few unsuccessful squints, Harry managed to open his eyes wide, green eyes meet gray and at that moment Sirius made his decision.
Briefly closing his eyes tightly he nodded his head, “Alright, I’ll be Godfather,” his voice cracked at the end followed by a few more tears that slipped down his face. Lily brought up her hand and wiped off the tears from his rough face, while crying herself. “Really? Are you sure?” Lily wondered as she smiled through watery eyes. “Yes, I-I… I’ll be honored to be Harry’s Godfather”, Sirius managed to say as he wiped at his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance, as Lily was going to hug him, Sirius raised the hand he wasn’t using to carry Harry, “but on one condition.” “Oh, of course, what is it?” Lily said as she placed her finger close to Harry and smiled at the way he wrapped his tiny fingers around her index finger.
“You said you still have videos of the wedding right?” Sirius said mischievously, causing Lily to look up from Harry and tilt her head, “Erm, yes.” Lily said in confusion, not knowing why Sirius wanted to know that. “Look, Lily I’ll be Godfather to this little bundle of joy, only if you show me the video of James singing to the Dancing Queen”, he said in the most serious voice he could muster.
#blackevans bff week#sirius black#lily evans#harry potter#james potter#the marauders era#Prompt 4: being bros
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So you all know that scene in Deltarune Chapter 1 right after the Lancer & Susie battle up until Card Castle? Y'know, the section where Ralsei is discussing with Lancer about what a Darkner's purpose is & what makes Darkners feel true happiness? THAT part of Chapter 1?
Well I wanna talk about it & how that's so essential to Lancer's character arc. Post continues under the cut.
What I really want to hammer down is how REVOLUTIONARY Ralsei's explanation likely is to Lancer. I mean, think about it: The kid grew up with his father, who was INCREDIBLY anti-Lightner for quite a time. That's likely all Lancer knows his father to be. I highly doubt any other Darkner present in that Dark World said anything different, and even if they did, there's hardly a chance Lancer discussed such a thing with ANY of them.
This essentially means that all Lancer knows is Lightners = bad & he should absolutely NOT be a servant of ANY sort to them. Much the opposite, in fact. Of course, it's debatable how much Lancer truly believed in this. On one hand, he may have given into it fully, yet he's all perky to Kris & Susie when they show up. Then again, this IS Lancer we're talking about.
See, if you stop to think about it, Lancer was entirely indoctrinated, propagandized to believe Lightners are, for lack of a better word, scum. So when another DARKNER, not Lightner, tells him Darkners' TRUE purpose is to serve Lightners, it likely made the goofy kid question absolutely everything.
However, there is an issue with this. I believe the true way Lightners & Darkners can coexist is not by Darkners serving Lightners as Ralsei states. No, that would cause a major imbalance, & such a belief can lead to serious consequences if handled poorly. Need I mention Spade King & how much the presumed Lightner abandonment affected him?
I believe the TRUE solution to this Lightners vs. Darkners bit is a combination of Spade King's & Ralsei's beliefs. Darkners should not be the underdogs, the servants, and Lightners should not be the "higher beings" since I can't think of anything better. They should be on EQUAL footing. It is possible that Darkners exist because of Lightners. Even if this is true, one side should not dominate the other. Such a relationship is not healthy, we've seen real-life examples of people being "above" others and it NEVER turned/turns out well. True equality is the only solution here.
But let's move away from this and go back to a character already mentioned: Spade King. The moment Ralsei tells Lancer about Darkners' true purpose, the INSTANT those words were spoken, it changed Lancer's dynamic, his relationship with his father. Sure, Lancer was already feeling conflicted with having Susie & Kris confront Spade King, but I believe Ralsei's words were the final nail in the coffin, the point of no return. The moment Ralsei asks Lancer if his father is happy without serving Lightners and Lancer says "I...I'm not sure", THAT, my friends, is when the threshold was crossed. I'm sure Lancer inwardly knows his father isn't truly happy, which therefore leads him to FURTHER question the "truths" he was raised on.
And this leads to a divide, a severed connection between father & son. Lancer on the side of the Lightners--perhaps not fully buying into serving them but at least accepting them as equals--and the stubborn, hard-pressed Spade King on the other. A relationship further estranged by only two Lightners. Imagine how Lancer feels here. He is forced in the middle of two opposing forces, both of which he holds dear. Think about how the idea of Spade King perpetually unwavering in his beliefs haunts Lancer's thoughts. Think about how painful it must be to bear this truth. Does Lancer show it? No, of course not. He hides as much as he possibly can, but it's still there. Lingering. And slowly growing bigger.
Ok on that note I ran out of ideas on what to add here, so feel free to give your own thoughts, maybe even correct me if you so please.
#i wanna say more but i can't think of much else atm#such is life when you have a constantly-distracted brain T-T#deltarune#needlessly long
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Joel's Alpha
Twenty-Two
Roger saw the doctors take his partner inside to operate on him and he didn't hesitate to want to follow him but they stopped him because he couldn't go any further.
It is so that he turned in time to stop his son who was crying and knew where his tears were.
"Son, they are taking care of your father" he tells him
"But they took Joel the same way" he cries
Roger's pulse stops knowing what he meant by those words and his heart pounded with fear.
"Listen… Your father is there too" he says "he won't let something bad happen to your partner, so if it's your partner who comes out… you know it's your father who protected him"
Roger feels everyone's eyes but his son, it was what hurt him the most while he looks at the place and denied because he did not want to lose either of them
He did not hesitate to hug his son while they both cried with that sensation and knowing that whoever kidnapped Joel was just as dead as the one who touched his partner Riggs.
They all decided to sit down, they couldn't do anything else while they were being treated and they just had to wait for something new
Roger had never prayed but he was doing it to ask that his beloved Omega and his son's partner come out alive.
The light was still red, she felt the gaze of Tango and Cash, as well as Trish and her other children. Everyone expected them to survive and he would feel destroyed if his riggs left his side, but if his son had his mate then…
please save both
The hours were passing, no one knew what could happen. Her mind was not only on her husband, but the news he told her before he was taken away.
He couldn't believe that his partner was finally left to be hurt like that. Now, he could only pray that his riggs would come out of there as his son's mate.
He saw that the light was still being maintained, but later he noticed how it was paid for. She didn't know what news it could be, but she held her breath with what the doctors were going to say.
He watched as two doctors came out on time, they both had news about Joel and Riggs.
"Who…
"The young Joel Tango, came out of surgery well… The weapon did not hurt any of his organs" says the doctor
"He's not…" Chris hesitates.
"No, when we started to operate on him we didn't notice any pregnancy abnormalities…" He looks at them "he just needs recovery and a psychologist for whatever trauma he has"
Chris let out a sigh that he didn't know he was having, he was happy that his partner is not pregnant even though he knew he would have his traumas otherwise but if he could, he would take care of him with all his heart.
"And Riggs…
"Well… His wound was serious, but we also managed to stop the bleeding" says the doctor "unfortunately we had a loss"
"What do they mean" doubt with fear Roger
"Mr. Riggs, he had twins… Unfortunately one died due to the gunshot wound, but we managed to save the other… He still has it inside him" says the doctor "who is he…
"I am her husband" says Roger
"She will need rest, she cannot get out of bed for a few moments because we must supervise that nothing happens with the pregnancy and… No work, until we decide"
"Sure, I'll make him comply with everything" says Roger happily "I'll be a dad again"
"I can see Joel" says Chris "or dad riggs" he doubts
"Sure, you can go see them during the schedules but don't worry them because we don't want them to be upset by what they went through"
"Thank you, doctors," says Trish.
"Well, you can see your son" says Chris "I'll see my father with my dad and then I'll go see him" he smiles
Chris knew that Joel would like to see his parents first before he sees him. In addition, he needed to talk to his best friend about everything that was happening and that he needed help with some things
He went with his father to see his dad Riggs, smiling softly when he saw him asleep but was happy that nothing would happen to him and the baby inside him.
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Game Of War
Erik Turner X OC, Jani Lane X OC {background}
Word Count: 1.8K
“Max, I need to ask a favour,” Roxanne asks me over the phone. Oh no. Look Roxanne is my best friend and I'm going to try my best to help her whatever it is, I just don't like it when the conversation starts with that. It usually means it's a big favour and it's been a long day.
“Yes?” I ask her hoping it's not anything too serious though I doubt it is. If it was something
“See Jani wants to invite me over to his place for dinner.” Roxanne starts, clearly there is going to be more. What does a date with her boyfriend Jani Lane have to do with me? However, I have a feeling I know where this is going. Double blind date territory.
“He and his roommate have a deal. You can't bring home a girl unless you bring one home for the other guy too.” She continued and my suspicions were right, she wanted me to go be this other guy plus one. She's once again setting me up for a blind date.
“So I was hoping you wouldn't mind being that girl.” Roxanne finishes sounding really hopeful I will say yes. There is nothing I hate more than blind dates, but I love Roxanne. I also trust that Jani wouldn't live with anyone too insane. He's a pretty normal guy compaired to a lot of sunset strip rockers.
“Fine.” I sigh, giving in. What's the worst that can happen? It's not like I'm going alone, Roxanne and Jani are gonna be there as a buffer. Plus if I don't like this guy I don't have to see him again. It's that simple.
“Thank you so much!” Roxann says sounding truly grateful and it makes it worth it to help a friend get laid. I mean that's her ultimate goal right? Going to his place to get laid?
“Of course, but you owe me,” I inform her. I mean I'm happy to help a friend but she's not getting off that easy.
“I know.” She laughs, “Just please don't put me in another metal photoshoot.”
“No promises,” I tell her because that's exactly what I plan to do with her. Hey, she's a model after all and there is nothing that captures that sleazy rocker vibe more than slutty dressed models. That's something you learn as a rock photographer.
We say our goodbyes and hang up. Then it hits me. I never thought to ask who Jani’s mysterious roommate was. Chances are it's someone I know. After all, rockers love to room with rockers, and I happen to know everyone in the strip scene. I guess I'll find out tomorrow night.
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I'm starting to think I might regret letting Roxanne talk me into this. This apartment complex looks….run down to be generous. I know I shouldn't judge and these guys are still unsigned so it's not like they have money. No one on strip does unless you're in a signed band with fame or someone's rich daughter or son. I remember when I first came here and this was all could afford, it came complete with an awful roommate too. Let's fucking hope Jani’s is better than mine was for my own sake.
Roxanne knocks on the door labelled with a tarnished 3 on the door. It's one of those complexes where you walk up to the apartments from the outside. I really hope she's got the right place. This isn't the kind of place you want to be two women alone.
The door opens to reveal Jani Lane standing there. He's got a big smile pasted on his baby face. He's clearly very happy to see Roxanne which is cute. I've met and hung out with Jani many times. Even before he started dating Roxanne I've done photos and promo for his band Warrant many times.
“Don't you look beautiful?” He smiles, complimenting Roxanne who blushes back to him. They exchange a kiss and I can already tell what kind of an evening this is going to be yuck.
Look, I'm happy she's getting loved up. I'm just not too interested in seeing it with my own eyes.
Eventually they move apart and I step into the apparent. The first thing I'm hit with is the smell of stale beer and what I can only describe as ball sweat. Holy fuck is it strong. It's even overpowering whatever Jani is cooking in the small dingy kitchen. You can so tell two men live here.
The place is surprisingly clean but I have a sneaking suspicion they cleaned up knowing they’d have female company soon. The place is one room. Kitchen tucked in the far corner, with an arched entrance to what I assume is the hall to the bedrooms and bathroom.
The dining space in front of the kitchen, which is just a table, it’s big enough for just four people. It has Mitch-matched chairs I'm sure they stole and beer bottles holding lit candles. I appreciate the effort on the candles but it's funny and fitting they are being held on beer bottles.
Next to that is the living room. It's got a well warn couch, with a shitty TV sitting on the floor across from it with a scuffed-up coffee table in between. On the coffee table is a playboy, a few warrant flyers I made, and very scraps of papers in a neat stack. Next to the TV tucked against the corner is a book case. It's got empty liquor bottles sitting on the top of it and is filled with junk none of it books.
I also notice an amp, with a guitar leaning up against it. So whoever his roommate is he must be a guitarist. I know Jani is primarily a vocalist. The wall of course has a pinup of a woman's tits out probably from the Playboy on the table.
This isn't all that bad. I've seen much worse. At least they have furniture, you can still tell two strip rockers live here though.
Surprisingly, I have yet to see my date. I'm about to ask Jani where the fuck this guy is when my date emerges from an arched entrance next or the kitchen.
I look over to see no other than Erik Turner. He's Jani’s guitarist or one of them. He's actually one of the founders of Warrant and I've known him for years. I've made lots of flyers for him and seen him play many times.
The thing is he's not the type to date, or the type you'd want to date. He's not a bad guy or anything. I mean he's been nothing but nice to me over the years, a little too nice. See the thing with Erik is this, he's a massive man whore. Sex is probably one of his hobbies. So the only dates he's going on are ones where he's trying to get a girl to bed him.
This man has flirted with me MANY MANY times and I've shot him down. I'm not into the whole one-night stand thing, plus I make it a rule to not become known as that girl. Especially since I work with rock stars, the last thing I want is for them to think I'm easy.
“Oh, I should have known,” I mumble, of course, Roxanne was being vague about it. For some reason, she and Jani have been trying to push us together I swear to god. This isn't the first time it's been just the four of us. The last time it was me and Roxanne apparently just ran into them at the movies. This is getting fucking ridiculous.
“There goes my chances of getting laid.” Erik sighs, walking over to the fridge and opening it. From here that fridge looks pretty fucking empty. That doesn't give me hope dinner is going to improve this situation much.
“You do realize those two are trying to hook us up right?” I ask him pointing over to Jani and Roxanne who are in their own world.
She's giggling along to whatever he's saying to her in a hushed tone like a schoolgirl and blushing. Yuck. Before we know it they'll be making out.
“I put two and two together,” Erik says digging out a beer from the fridge. “Want one?”
“Hell yes.” I accept his offer with open arms, I'm going to need liquor to make it through a night of those love birds.
“Catch,” Erik says, tossing me the can of beer which I catch with ease.
“Hey, love birds,” I call over to Jani and Roxanne, as I crack open the beer and take a drink. I need answers.
“Yes?” Roxanne asks me turning to look at me away from Jani.
“Why the fuck are you trying to get me and Erik to be together?” I demand, pointing over to Erik and then back at me.
“Yeah. I'd also love to know that.” Erik chimes in looking at Jani for the answer.
“You’re both single and have alot in common,” Roxanne explains.
A lot in common? In what world do I have a lot in common with Erik?
“A lot in common? What the fuck are talking about?” I ask her.
“I just mean you both hate love and have commitment issues,” Roxanne tells me, and I don't think I've ever been more offended in my life. How dare she! I mean yes I've been single for two years and shot down everyone who's tried, but that's because I've been too busy. I've been focusing on my career which is paying off.
“I don't hate love. I'm choosing to be single to focus on my career.” I inform her.
“I love, Love,” Erik says sounding as offended as I feel. This kind of surprises me I figured he could care less at this point in his life about anything besides getting laid.
“You love sex, Erik.” Jani says rolling his eyes hard, “Love and sex aren't the same thing.”
“I'm in the sexual prime of my life why would I get a girlfriend and ruin that?” Erik says making a fair point on his behalf. I will give him credit for knowing he can't be faithful and not wanting to put some girl through that.
“That's a fair point.” Jani says shrugging, “I can't argue with that.”
“What's your excuse, Max?” Roxanne asks me crossing her arms.
“It's not the time. I'm too busy.” I tell her, “When I'm ready I'll let you know.”
“Fine.” Roxanne sighs rolling her eyes. “I just don't want you to end up alone.”
“I won't.” I assure her, “I'm young I've got lots of chances yet,”
“I still think you two should give it a shot.” Roxanne says being her stubborn self. Once she gets and idea in her head it rarely leaves until the idea has become a reality.
“Keep dreaming,” I tell her giving her a pat on the back. “That's never happening.”
“Never say never.” Roxanne shrugs, walking over to the table and making me roll my eyes.
She's not going to drop this idea, is she? This is going to be a long next couple of months, isn't it?
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The Garden of Horrors- Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 12/?
Part 11
The ten days had passed eventually, you had talked to Fisheye, you had heard everything. He had the fuel to go, the engine was almost fixed, and he had even half convinced Alan. The plan was to finish the engine, go to the island where you were, convince Alan to go there and force you onto the yacht. And after another handful of days, you and Kelvin were on the beach in the northeast of the island, looking around, waiting. The flare seen some distance away was the indication: Fisheye was there.
You two ran towards him and you saw that pair of soldiers give each other a monumentally strong hug, of companions and brothers finally found. Fisheye was shaking and checking him, and even kissed his forehead with the air of an older brother.
"AHAA!" Fisheye pointed his finger at you as soon as he saw you “Here's the lady! The powerful! The gutsy girl!” He opened his arms. "Let me break a bone for you!"
"As if one Kelvin wasn't enough." You smiled, giving him a hug.
"No wonder this dummy loves you so much. Damn you're sexy!" He kissed your forehead.
"FISH!" Kelvin slapped his arm, his face serious, somewhat jealous.
"Come on!" Fisheye grabbed him by the neck "I want to see the love nest"
"We're not a couple, Fisheye" You said, walking into the woods.
"Why not?" He followed you, while he squeezed his friend.
"It's not the moment!"
Eventually Fisheye made it to the bunker you guys shared, joking and talking, going through the gasoline you guys had found, then going over to where the radio was and talking to Alan. He had convinced him, above all by lying to him, telling him that on that island there was an "artifact" that would activate in a few days and mutate every human around, and that the most safe thing was that he move to the island one, where he would wait for him to be able to go to the four as soon as the device was turned off. An idiot like Alan would doubt that information, but Alan was even worse.
You two stood around the fire outside the bunker, watching Fisheye talk. That soldier was exaggeratedly attractive, very dynamic to speak and his thick voice really made you want to just hear him tell things. And Kelvin knew it, he knew him, he knew how irresistible he was to the ladies.
You and Fisheye talked, laughed, shared some things about what had happened in those couple of months, about what they would do next, sometimes arguing, he sometimes half flirting and joking, you pushing him gently.
Kelvin knew that he couldn't be part of that, that his condition wasn't the best for a talk like that, that you really needed to talk, but he couldn't help but feel isolated, apart, ignored. He knew it wasn't on purpose, since you had tried to integrate him, but it wasn't the same, he could never continue the conversation, he would only make the talk slow and tedious. And even worse, he saw how your eyes were almost always on Fisheye, attentive to what he was telling you.
He was jealous, very jealous. He had gotten used to you paying attention to him all day, and now he was the third wheel. The treatment he loved so much was being addressed to someone else, someone who was also a more attractive soldier than him and without deafness or brain damage. He loved you outrageously much, but he was thinking that maybe he had been a fool, maybe you deserved Fisheye, not a soldier's wreckage.
Being that it was a little late, Kelvin excused himself, saying that he was tired, that he would take advantage of it to sleep, and he saw how you nodded, as if you were in a hurry to get him to leave you alone. He entered the bunker and lay down heavily on the bed, hugging himself, sad.
"Mmmm." Fisheye took a long drink of water, thinking, "Kel is jealous."
"Eh?" You looked at him, confused “Jealous? About what? How do you know that? What?"
"I know him as if he were my son, I know the face he makes when he's not happy" He took a box out of his pocket, to take out a cigarette and light it in the bonfire "He must think that I want to make you fall in love with me"
"That's absurd." You half laughed.
"Which part?" He smoked, looking at you insightfully “That I know him so well? What is he jealous? Or…that I have a chance to win you over?” He smiled.
"Emmm..." You got nervous "Everything?"
"Ahaaaaa... So you do like that puppy face" He laugh.
"Of course not" You blushed.
"What are you so worried about?" He became serious “He likes you a lot, take it if you have a chance. He's a good guy, seriously, I'm not just saying that because he's a friend of mine."
"I just don't think it's a good idea... We're not in an ideal place for me to have the luxury of thinking about romance..." You sighed, looking at the fire "And even if we get out of here, who knows where we'll end up, if we even we will be able to see each other again... And he being deaf and injured, I don't think it's the best either "
"Are you going to turn him down because he's injured?" He frowned, growing angry on the inside.
"Of course not... I just don't know if I could really help him..." You sighed "He may need a lot of treatment, rehabilitation, therapy, and I'm an inept."
“Kelvin fell in love with you for things that have nothing to do with it, I'm sure. From your treatment, your affection, your balls, from your way of being, not from how useful you can be in the future..." He smoked for a long time "He doesn't need you as a doctor or psychologist, he needs you as a partner and support... But if you don’t want to be his partner, is okay, I can't force you…” He looked at you seriously “At least be his friend…”
"That's obvious" You kept thinking, rubbing between your eyebrows, tired of thinking.
“You wouldn't think so much if you didn't feel anything” hHe smirked “You love him enough to be thinking so far ahead…”
"Jeez, Fisheye... Yes, I'm in love with him, what else do you want?" You snorted.
"Go to love him, rocket launcher face!" He threw a rock at you, softly “Nothing stops you more than your own dumb brain! Kelvin doesn't love by halves, when he falls in love, God he falls in love! He is the most attentive, passionate, romantic, mellow and unbearable brainless person on the entire military base!"
"I already realized it" You half smiled "But it's a little late for that... Tomorrow Alan will come, we'll go to another island, we'll be rescued..."
"You have the balls to attack cannibals when you're alone, but not to kiss him on the cheek" He softly denied "You're just like him, incredible..."
You stood still, thinking, your brain burning from using it so much, as lit as the fire at your feet.
Part 13
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scara. all 50. zhongli for anything that involves another character. bet you won't
dont doubt my delusions anon. everything under the cut :3
1. Canon I outright reject
none so far? i love this bastard poor meow meow...
2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on
i hc he was modeled after makoto, whether on purpose or just instinctively by a mourning, desperate, ei.
3. Obscure headcanon
idk if this counts bc it's like. anti-common headcanon but i don't think he has doll joints all over i think it's just his wrists and ankles bc those are tricky to make... for hinge joints like elbows and knees ei was probably like lol this is easy
4. Favorite line
"the first one to betray me was a god. my creator... my mother." like oh wow. the pain in that line. the implications. the LAYERS. even after all that pain he hatred he still sees ei as his mother that betrayed her. he thinks of himself as an abandoned child.
5. Best personality trait
deep down (like deep down), he cares a lot about others, and now he's actually trying to show it awkwardly instead of just ignoring that and getting violent lol
6. Worst personality trait
WHERE DO I START......................... i think for worst i'd say definitely his god complex bc it carries over onto everything in his personality and makes him so frustrating to deal with lol
7. Age/height/weight headcanon
i mean hes like 500 years old... for modern aus i have him at like mid to late 20s, early 30s cursed with a baby face at most. hes like 165cm at most I LOVE SHORT SCARA!!! also idgaf abt his weight like that
8. Unpopular opinion about them
i don't think the sumeru interlude was about "redeeming" him. like yeah hoyo poor little meow meow'd him (which i agree with like awwww look at this crying kitty) but it's important to note that even with the opportunity to reject his pact actions he insists that they're a part of him and wants his painful memories and past back so he can feel whole. and after that he's still (rightfully) regarded with some suspicion by traveler/paimon unlike other characters (cough).
9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character
started playing on my friends acc during sumeru, so the first scene i saw of him was literally the divine will cutscene... and yeah i was hooked.
10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)
honestly? him begging for nahida to not take the gnosis was CRAZY like cmon cinema.
11. Faceclaim for the role
none really lol
12. Crack headcanon
i can't think of any lol all my hcs are serious even the crazy ones bc he's crazy
13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done
egging on the traveler by dissing nahida like Girl (nongendered) have we learned nothing?! he deserved that smackdown with all that shit he was talking lmfao
14. Most heroic moment
i guess you could count him trying to erase himself bc he thought he could save the people of tatarasuna as "heroic" but its kind of a stretch LOL
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done
(waves hand) he's done so many crimes but probably his mass murdering
16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves
he still wants ei to acknowledge him as her son and he craves her affection, even.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them
songs: a lot but particularly mitski - cop car, chvrches - broken bones, mother mother - oh ana
poetry: joan tierney's how to build a table and interview w/ the machine woman
18. What they’d go to see a therapist about
everything. if he decides he actually wants to go he has a whoooooole lot to discuss whew.
19. Vices/bad habits
i cant think of a specific one for canon bc (waves hand) Look At Him. but for modern aus he indulges in some cheap beer drinking for sure
20. Scars
he definitely has scars on his back from when he was hooked up to shouki no kami. being a puppet though, i don't think he has any smaller scars showing.
21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)
bitter tea (as in canon). if he's drinking alcohol he would drink nearly anything i feel...
22. Best physical feature
his sparkling eyes that make you think hes sweet and not full of anger. also his thighs.
23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?
my first thought is something like the sea... the beach... idk why lol
24. Most annoying habit
kicking/elbowing in his sleep bc he sure puts power into them (zhongli wakes up with mysterious bruises a lot)
25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere
he's that annoying guy who would say "a boat" or something like that
26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with Zhongli
in canon: avoid him as much as possible and try not to reveal his connection to ei (kind of pointless bc hes literally made to look like her but dont tell him that)
in my delusions: 👏🏽 making 👏🏽 out 👏🏽 sloppy 👏🏽 style 👏🏽
27. Their guilty pleasure
fontaine detective novels in canon. in modern aus he enjoys watching trashy reality tv and making fun of the people/contestants
28. How they feel about Zhongli
in canon: hates him as much as he hates other gods, but i like to think he's slightly intimidated by him but will never admit it due to him being an ancient god that's even older than ei.
in my delusions: same as above but with added sexual tension. later on he just wants him sloppy style and this annoys him.
29. Eating habits
canon: he only eats for social purposes/when prompted since he doesn't really need it. he tries to finish as quickly as possible to avoid the social aspect of eating together lol
modern aus: he prefers to snack randomly throughout the day!
30. Sleeping habits
he usually sleeps all curled up. he also kicks in his sleep. (not me treating him like a cat)
31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?
two options: aesthetic photo-only blog with a minimal dark theme and vague tags OR a troll/drama blog that always starts shit lmfao
32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh
he'll always laugh at someone else's expense let's be honest like he's the guy that laughs when someone trips
33. Something guaranteed to make them cry
do NOT bring up ei!!!
34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)
every emotion he experiences is intense and i think he reacts to most of them by lashing out at others (usually violently) lol
35. Their idea of a perfect day
a day where no one bothers him and he gets to wander (heh) and just mind his business.
36. Their favorite season
none of them. JSHGJKHSDJKGHSDJKGHSDGJKSDHKJ
37. What they really think about themselves
(smacks him) this puppet body can hold SO much self-hate and god complex all together.
38. Favorite holiday
gonna be delusional and say new years because zhongli birthday and his birthday soon
39. Favorite game
in modern aus i just know he'd be a silent hill enthusiast. in canon universe i think he doesn't like teyvat games in general he just seems them as frivolous fluff.
40. Favorite book
i bet he enjoys some fontaine detective novels. he hates inazuma light novels though.
41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?
one last lunch with niwa so he can say goodbye properly :)
42. 3 comfort items
the small cloth doll he made
his vision
that's all honestly. delusional me says anything of zhonglis but yknow
43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise
answering these kinda questions for genshin characters is so funny bc they have official answers... but outside of that his 3 faves are dark chocolate (more bitter the better), takoyaki, and . for what he hates well... all sweet desserts LMFAO.
44. Their happiest memory
the first birthday he celebrated at tatarasuna :) i imagine katsuragi and niwa decided his birthday so it would coincide with new year celebrations, and for his "first" birthday in particular they all surprised him and he cried (in a good way).
45. Their favorite celebrity
none LOL
46. The person they most admire
i'd say nahida would be the closest? although it's more a begrudging respect.
47. Their dream job
he does not dream of labor. if he could fuck around doing nothing forever he would.
48. Scariest moment of their life
definitely the first time he was experimented on. like i can imagine "unlocking" his power was very painful and terrifying and like. yknow. being experimented on in general is scary.
49. Favorite toy as a child
i don't think he liked toys even as kabukimono JSHDGKJSHGKJ
50. A memory they’ve blocked out
again, the first time he was experimented on.
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The priest was sitting in the pews when the angel arrived. One leg kicked up to rest on the back of the seat in front of him, his other crossed over it, a crime fiction novel with well worn pages between his hand. He looked up from his book to the warrior glowing golden and resplendent in the center of the aisle. His soft brown eyes crinkling at the corners at the sight.
"Lassie. It's been an age," his smile was crooked, the false teeth glinting between the real ones.
"Lasha," the angel corrects him curtly, his arms crossing over the organic armor that covered his chest. The feathers around his masked face fluffing up with his irritation.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just thought we'd getting close enough for nicknames. Like friends do. You know?" he drawled. "Lassie ain't it? How 'bout La-la?"
"Stop teasing me, Father Casimir."
"Stop being so fun to tease," he snorted and closed his book to set it aside on one of the countless empty seats around him. "Here for confession then?"
"How much time do you have?"
"You know it's Thursday, Sweet pea. No evening service so I've got all the time you need."
Lasha shifted his weight from foot to foot, "Do the..." he trailed off. Not wanting to say or even think what he was about to ask.
"The wards? Yeah, big man won't hear a thing you say," he stood and stepped into the aisle. Putting a hand on the angel's shoulder to guide him to the confessional.
Lasha was silent on the way there. His metal heels and the stoney balls of his feet clicking on the hard wood floor. His halo covered his eyes, but Casimir still felt Lasha was avoiding looking at him.
The doors to the confessional creaked, Casimir made a note to himself to oil the hinges when Lasha left. The old and well worn seats creaked too when they sat but the church didn't have the budget to hire a furniture maker to repair those.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen," Lasha begins his glow fading as he began speaking, "Bless me father for I have sinned," his flat and controlled tone drifted to something more open and unguarded, "It's been... Five weeks since my last confession. My duties have kept me busy but still I have been wandering from my path. I have been envious and wrathful and..." he stops, a creature like him doesn't need to breathe but still he sighs, "And I've lusted. For a human."
Casimir listened, smirking to himself as he flicked through a bible just to make the pages rustle. "Wrath I expected, but these other two are new... Do you still struggle with your orders? Fulfilling them and not letting yourself get carried away?" he quashed his smugness to put the appropriate level of 'serious but warm' in his voice
"Yes, that's the wrath I spoke of."
"Hm, Wrath is what you were made to dish out. You are a guardian and soldier of heaven, it is not wrong for you to allow your very nature to influence you."
"But," Lasha prompted him to continue
"But nothing. I know you can't tell me much of your duties, but I also know you to be a reasonable and level headed guy. Your wrath is divine, Lasha. Do as you were made to do."
"I've enjoyed hurting people. It's not right-"
"It's not right to take pleasure from your work? Sweet pea, if your father wanted you to be weeping while you cut down the damned, wouldn't he have made you so?"
Lasha is quiet, he's always so quiet when Casimir weaves his gentle words into the doubtful voids of Lasha's mind.
"I've envied," he said, moving on from one uncomfortable topic to the next.
"Humanity?"
"How did you know?"
"You're an angel who comes to confession, Lasha. I can draw some conclusions from... past experiences."
"Oh."
"Going to tell me what had you wanting?"
"I had a job within a museum. Weeks I spent as a guard there, waiting for a demon."
"Ah, the ability to create it is then? It's a normal thing for an angel to envy. Our god is one of creation so to be denied such an ability... Well I can understand the envy that might cause."
"I envied the mothers."
"Hm?"
"The mother's and the fathers, they came to the museum with children. All ages. There were bad and hurtful ones, but the love of the parents for their children. The nurturing and the cultivation of something so unique and new and precious -" he stops himself. "I envied that none of them were made and branded a destroyer of life instead of a cultivator of it."
"You'd want to be a father?" Casimir could hardly imagine Lasha holding a child, much less raising one.
"I want the choice."
"I've heard of children being born to angel fathers-"
"And those fathers were cast out. It is not an angel's place to fill a human's roll but I want to."
"Oh, Lasha," Casimir hadn't expected this. Lasha had been chosen because he was a destroyer... would he still be useful to their plan if that wasn't what he blossomed into after his fall? "Cast those thoughts from your mind, and enjoy the beauty from afar. Again, it is understandable, and there is no shame. But as you said yourself, it is not to be your lot."
Casimir heard the shake of feathers from the other side of the wall. Lasha's broad wings thumping on its sides as he roused and tried to free himself of the tension that settled over him.
"Tell me of the human you lust for. A man I suspect?"
"You need to get out of my head," Lasha huffed bitterly.
"It was just a guess. What is he like?"
"What does it matter? He is not to be mine."
"Yes, but discussing this may help your mind settle," Casimir already knew the angle harbored a crush on him. He'd gone to great lengths to cultivate it. A filthy seed of desire that would never be able to be explained away or burried out of sight.
"He's... What I wish I was. Kind, virtuous, devout. He doesn't turn me away when I go to him, or treat me as something other."
"That's all very sweet, but are you sure you lust for him instead of envy him?"
"I- I want to touch him, and be touched. I want to be held. I've seen him touch others and I boiled with want."
Casimir couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "Lasha, is this want sexual? or is it merely a desire to connect with him? Angels are allowed friends, and friends touch and hold eachother from time to time. Even non-friends will clasp hands or pat eachother on the shoulder."
"I want him."
"How? Would you be satisfied with a hug, or time spent with him doing something like a puzzle? Or is this want truly sexual in nature?"
"I don't know. Is it not sexual to want to touch?"
"Not always. Very very many people, angel and human alike, use touch to connect and feel connected. I do not think you lust for this man, merely that you'd like to be closer to him." Casimir knew Lasha would want more, but he also knew the poor thing was virginal and naive. Scared of his every desire and emotion to the point that if he did understand his own lust he'd be gone from Casimir in an instant.
"Oh. Do you think he'd be upset if I tried?"
"I think that if we are thinking of the same person, he'd be glad to get to spend more time with you and connect with you in such a way."
"You know it's you, don't you?"
"This isn't the only muted confessional, Sweet pea. You had options but continued to return to me. I mean it though. If you want to, I have a big puzzle in the rectory I've been having difficulty finishing on my own. Five thousand pieces if you can believe such a thing."
"I have duties to attend to..."
"And you know where I'll be when you're done with them."
Lasha is quiet again, before muttering the softest "Thank you," Casimir had ever heard from a creature known to rip heads from necks with their bare hands.
"Do you have anything else to confess, something that's an actual sin maybe?" Casimir would prod him.
"No, thank you Fa- Casimir."
Lasha left without another word or waiting for the absolution part of a confession. No flash of light or puff of smoke, just one minute he was there, and the next Casimir could feel the emptiness of the building around him.
His steps from the confessional back to where he left his book squelched on the damp carpet. The thick pulsing of the veins that ran through it being Interupted by his over polished boots. Settling down back into the flesh warm seat he returned to his marked page.
He really did hope Lasha would visit more. There was no one besides him left in town, and most of the other angels, as blind as they were to his gods creeping filth, were clever enough to get an off feeling from him.
Not Lasha though.
Lasha had always been so open to him. Like he already wanted to fall and just needed the right excuse and some motivation to take the plunge.
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Hi, and happy WBW to you! (as usual I am @writeblr-of-my-own) Sorry that I missed last Saturday ask, but it was a busy week and stuff happened!
So, for today's question something a bit easier and relaxing: tell me a piece of worldbuilding you are extremely proud of! Go on, blabber about it as much as you like!
hiii, happy worldbuilding wednesday right back at you!! thanks so much for the ask!!
i don't do much worldbuilding for my stories (i'm a fairly realistic realm kinda guy), but i think i actually have an answer for that!! it is kinda silly and i'm not 100% sure if you can call it worldbuilding, but it was the first thing that came to my mind so might as well talk about it :D
so there was this fanfic i was working on back in 2020 - it stared out as a coffee shop!au, but grew to something a bit bigger than that with time. it took place in a fictional small town, and since i've rewatched gilmore girls like, 3 times almost in a row in that time, it was hugely influenced by that. just so you have some context.
anyway, in that wip, i was all for this "small town charm" and i kept coming up with ideas for local events and traditions for that little town. i barely remember most of them now, and they were probably ridiculous, but hey, it was supposed to give off rom-com vibes so it was kind of the point. anyway, i had those events planned in great detail: as in, their origins, how they're technically supposed to be celebrated, and what actually happens there which technically isn't planned but it's becoming a tradition of it's own.
one of the examples i remember now is that every year, there was a thing organized for the night of shooting stars - yknow, people getting together to watch, probably some kind of picnic was organized with that and all, i don't remember that clearly now. i do remember though that the actual thing that made people attend was the annual "are constellations stupid?" debate between a father and son - it started one year when the father was telling his kids and friends about stars and constellations, and the son thought it would be really funny if he started to doubt his father's words and support it with absolute bullshit arguments. he'd say the most shitpost crap you could imagine. it was supposed to just be a joking banter, and everyone knows it's a joke, but the father is not letting it go until the son admits he's not serious, and the son is definitely not letting it go because he still thinks it's a really funny bit. it's been going on for years, and they prepare power point presentations every year now. the town is very much there to watch.
and on one hand i feel like it's really silly, but on the other, i'm still very attached to this little community i've created in that fictional small town, with all their silly little traditions. it's probably that it was simply fun coming up with all of that and i'm nostalgic, but yeah, i think that all those little events and traditions and everyone's part in it is a peace of worldbuilding i'm actually very proud of :D
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