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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Memories - Grayson Dolan

here i am, back with another fic based on a dream i had! also, i did not proofread this so im sorry for the mistakes!

summary: You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.

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“I can’t believe they made me do this,” you growl at your own reflection when you finish your already ridiculous look with putting your hair up into piggy tails. You look like someone who has fully lost her mind and acts like a child while being an adult. The denim overalls fit you loosely since you found it in your brother’s wardrobe, but it was the closest you could find to what was required from you. The striped shirt however is a little too tight, given the fact that the last time you wore it was in seventh grade. You’ve definitely gotten bigger in certain parts since then, but this is the only striped shirt you could find in such a short notice.

You feel ridiculous, but still excited. When the twins called you last night to ask if you’d be in recreating your old photos from your childhood there was just no way you could refuse. One, they sounded so thrilled and eager and two, you found it just as interesting and promising as them. You’ve been stuck at home for so long, you just couldn’t say no to some fun with your favorite neighbors. Growing up next door to the Dolan household has been one of the best things in your life. You instantly had two more awesome brothers and a big sister and friends you knew would always be there for you. When the twins left from home and Cam moved because of collage you were afraid you’d lose them since you stayed, only attending the local community college so you could help out the family business, but they proved you wrong. Endless video calls, nonstop texting and snapping and surprise visits whenever they came home to the family reassured that this is surely gonna last a lifetime.

Now in this messed up situation with the virus, they are all home with Lisa and being the restless goofballs that they are, there’s always something crazy they are up to and this time they made you join them.

“Y/N!” your mom calls from downstairs and though you already heard the quads arriving she lets you know the boys are here for you.

Taking your backpack that’s filled with your other childhood outfits you stomp down the stairs when you appear in the corner Grayson is the first one you spot. His eyes widen at you for a second before that shit-eating grin stretches across his face at your outfit, even though he looks just as ridiculous as you in his old, purple shirt with Sponge Bob on it and the hideous red shorts, socks pulled up almost until his knees.

“Look at you, Tootsie!” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at the nickname only he uses still. You couldn’t say the letter F normally until you were about seven, turning the word footsies into tootsies and everyone liked to tease you about that, especially Grayson. The name got unstuck by the time you turned sixteen, but not for him. He still calls you Tootsie whenever he has the chance. You don’t mind, it always awakens those damned butterflies in your tummy.

As you get to the bottom of the stairs his hand immediately reach up to curl a strand of hair from your piggy tail to his finger, playing with it a little before he lets it slip out of his grip.

“Woah, Y/N, you nailed the look!” Ethan shows up with freshly baked cookies in his hands that he probably got from your mom who is experimenting in the kitchen again. That’s her new favorite thing since the quarantine started.

“I know, right?” you grin, doing something that you meant to be a curtsey, but it turned out more like an awkward bopping.

Ethan has a black shirt on with striped pants, socks just as high as Grayson’s with his tennis shoes. They both nailed the vintage looks pretty well and you can’t wait to see their other outfits. Grayson sent you a bunch of photos last night that they want to recreate and he got you curious what will turn out of this.

Your mom walks out of the kitchen, oven mittens on her hands and she gasps seeing all three of you.

“Om my! How cute you all look!” she cheers and gathers all three of you into a group hug. “Time flies…”

“But you look just as pretty as you always did,” Grayson smirks at her and you can see her blushing. He never fails to make her feel better, one thing you absolutely adore in him.

She packs some more cookies for you before you finally leave, the quads waiting on your driveway. You go to Gray’s without a second thought, you always ride with him. Ethan used to make a fuss about it when they first got them, but eventually gave up on the fight and you guess he accepted that Grayson is your ride when it comes to the quads. You always told him it’s because you think he is a better driver, but in reality you just love sitting behind him, arms hugging his waist, thighs pressed together.

His sweet scent makes you smile as you sit behind him, waiting for him to start the quad and you often wish the way from your house to their would last longer, giving you more time to enjoy this little moment with him. Crushing on your childhood friend has taught you to savor these little things as if they are happening for the last time in life, because these are all you had and still has.

“Piggy tails!” Cameron greets you upon arriving, jumping down the stairs rocking the same hairstyle as you.

“We should do them more often,” you laugh as you get off the quad, unwillingly letting go of Grayson, going to hug her tight.

“We look fucking awesome for sure,” she grins.

The boys bring everything that’s going to be needed during the photoshoot into the pickup while you go inside to greet Lisa and the three of you girls have a quick little chat.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the pictures,” she cheers happily, hips leaning against the edge of the counter. “I love these recreations.”

“We will look so ridiculous on all of them,” Cameron snorts finishing up her lemonade.

“We always end up looking ridiculous when we are together,” you smirk at her and she points at you nodding.

“You’ve got a point.”

Once the boys are done with loading the car you go to the backyard to shoot the first few pictures that were taken there. Ethan is responsible for the camera, Grayson controls the set while you and Cam try your best to nail the poses like on the pictures.

They turn out amazing. You all managed to recreate the outfits almost perfectly and you could find the exact spots from the photos, making it possible to nail them precisely. Lisa watches you work from the kitchen window, a wide smile on her lips and it makes you happy to see her like this. So carefree and full of life.

“Okay, we have one last photo here,” Ethan directs, zooming in on the picture on his phone. “Gray, Y/N, go to that tree.”

Nodding you follow the instructions, though you know which photo it is going to be. You adjust your piggy tails tugging on your shirt. You’ve changed from the overalls, now rocking a yellow polo shirt with high-waisted denim shorts and sandals. Many of the pictures were taken on the same day, so you can recreate more in the same outfits.

“Alright, Y/N has to sit on your shoulders and hold onto a branch.”

Gray nods and turns to you, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll squat down, you sit on my shoulders, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a bit nervous. The guys used to pick you up, carry around on their back and shoulders a lot, but your teenage years made you super insecure about your weight, so you asked them to stop. They respected your choice and though you’ve successfully overcome this situation, they are still very careful around you.

Grayson squats down and you stand behind him, hesitant before lifting your leg up and planting it onto his shoulder. You freeze when his hand holds onto your thigh above your knee.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he softly reminds you, thinking you froze because you’re afraid he would drop you, but in reality it’s because of his touch.

“I know,” you quietly say before placing a hand on his head for support, fingers digging into his now long hair before you lift your other leg up and finally put it to his shoulder. He counts back from three before he stands up and you suddenly tower over everyone in the backyard.

“Hold onto the branch!” Ethan instructs you and looking up you grab the first branch you can reach. Grayson’s hands on your thighs are basically burning and you can’t tell that it’s his palms that are so hot or your skin under his touch.

You manage to focus for a few so the picture can be taken and when Ethan says you got what you needed Grayson slowly descends so you can hop off his shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks brushing his hair out of his face once you are both standing on your own feet.

“Yeah,” you smile shyly as he brings a hand to your back, gently caressing it to let you know without words that you did great.

Once the backyard pictures are done you all load into the pickup and head into the forest, the place where you’ve had so many adventures growing up. You knew this recreating would be a lot of fun, but you finally feel like it’s all like before, when adulthood hasn’t set in, the twins and Cam were still living next door, making it easy to hangout whenever you wanted.

You take picture after picture, and not just recreations, you are making new ones, eternalizing this new memory the four of you share now.

“Alright, we have one more picture to take,” Ethan announces with a knowing grin and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“What? I thought the one with the ladder was the last one.”

Walking over he shows you his phone, already laughing and your eyes go wide when you see the photo he wants to recreate.

“You did not send me this!” you protest as you stare down at the photo you’ve seen so many times before, but never thought it would cause you to almost have a heart attack.

It was taken of you and Gray, the two of you are sitting on the back of Sean’s old pickup, you were probably five, max six years old here, little arms hugging each other and Grayson is giving you a big smooch right onto your lips. This was technically your first kiss, if you count the innocent childhood kisses. Back then you had no idea what crushes or love were, you only knew that you liked this silly boy who lived next door and happened to have a clone, as you used to say it. Your feelings for Grayson originate from way back.

“Come on, Y/N! This is one of mom’s favorite,” Cam tells you grinning and you’re annoyed that she and Ethan are enjoying this more than they should while you are probably now as red as a tomato. Glancing over at Grayson you see that he is just standing there, looking nervous maybe? Eyes avoiding to look at you.

“I…”

“She would be so disappointed if this one doesn’t get a recreation!” Ethan nags you and he is such a rat, using Lisa against you. They know you’d do anything for her, she is like a second mother to you, saying no to her has never been an option for you and they know that too well.

You are defeated, so walking over to the truck you just simply hop on the back, trying not to look like you are about to pass out from your nerves. Ethan makes his brother sit next to you and it feels so awkward, you definitely did not think this would ever happen.

“You don’t have to do this because they are blackmailing you with mom,” Grayson whispers to you while Ethan and Cam are busy with setting the camera up.

“It’s fine, really,” you say forcing a smile to your lips, but it’s so not true and he knows it too.

“Okay, so Gray, you just lean in and… go for it,” Ethan laughs as if he is a kid again, talking about kissing like it’s a forbidden thing to even say out loud.

The two of you adjust your position, turning to each other a little before you hug each other like in the photo. Grayson looks deep in your eyes, giving you the chance to bail out, but you just stare back at him, ready to go with whatever is about to happen.

“Okay,” he whispers to himself and before you could even have a second though his lips are on yours.

Your eyes close immediately at the sensation, arms loosening around him, making the hug more comfortable as you let your lips part a little. Far away you hear the camera clicking, but it doesn’t sound real, your heart is beating in your throat and that innocent smooch slowly turns into a real kiss.

“We got it!” Ethan’s voice snaps you out right before it could take a more radical turn. Leaning back your eyes are met with Grayson’s startled face, lips parted, hands still on your waist.

“Great, great,” you mumble awkwardly, hopping off the trunk, out of his arms.

The mood has definitely changed because of the kiss. Ethan and Cam start teasing the two of you about it, but you just try to shrug it off while forcing yourself to forget what it felt like to have his lips on yours, because the more you think about it the more you crave another kiss… and another one… and another one…

It seems like Grayson wants to say something, or this is what you see in his eyes, but he keeps quiet on the way back to the Dolan house. Cam invites you to stay over for a movie while Ethan edits the pictures and you accept it. Arriving back to the house you are wandering inside feeling distant and dizzy when a hand slides into yours and pulls you back before you could walk inside.

“Wait,” Grayson keeps you back and you turn to him with a puzzled look. “Can we…”

“Just take her to your room, Gray!” Ethan shouts from the front porch with the most annoying grin on his face.

“Shut up!” he snaps back at his brother. “Come with me,” he nods at you and he pulls you towards the quads.

“Where are you going?” Ethan calls after the two of you.

“Where you are not there to be an asshole!” Gray retorts making you laugh. You hop on the quad behind him. “Hold on tight, Tootsie,” he chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.

You have absolutely no idea where you are heading, you’re just enjoying the ride, face pressed against his broad back, feeling the muscles moving under your cheek every time he takes a turn.

When he stops and you look around you immediately recognize the place. The little abandoned patio you found about a decade ago in the woods still stands, vines and plans have taken over it, the wood looks like it would give up if a harsh wind blew through it, but it still looks like a magical place. It was you secret place with Grayson, you came her often when you both wanted to escape from home, just sat on the dirty floor and watched the sky through the cracks of the roof of the patio.

“I can’t believe it’s still here,” you chuckle walking closer while Grayson turns the quad off behind you.

“Yeah, looks deadly though,” he comments scoffing.

“Probably been through a lot,” you smile back at him. “What are we doing here?”

Hopping off the quad he walks towards you pulling his phone out of his pocket with a nervous, but excited smirk on his face.

“I wanted to recreate one more picture.”

He hands you his phone, a photo from about five years ago shown on the screen. You both were just teenagers, the phone was put to the ground on a timer and the two of you sat in front of it in the patio, laughing carefree, he had an arm around your shoulders and you were leaning into him. It was just a random day you spent out in the woods when Ethan had a doctor’s appointment and Lisa asked Grayson to stay over at ours while they are not home. You wandered in the woods for hours and of course ended up at the patio.

“You want to recreate this?” you ask with a smile, looking up at him as you hand him back his phone.

“Yeah,” he nods with a shy smile.

“Let’s do this.”

He sets his phone up the same way as you sit on the floor in the patio, waiting for him to join you. He thuds arriving next to you as the timer counts back from ten. Swinging an arm around your shoulders you look him in the eyes as you lean at him.

The urge to kiss him is back, you want to feel his lips again so bad, but you don’t know if you should. The counter reaches the end and the phone snaps the picture, but neither of you moves.

“We should have laughed,” you whisper, feeling like his eyes are locked on yours, not letting you look anywhere else but him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Should we make another picture then?” he asks and starts leaning closer.

“I guess,” you breathe out right before his lips meet yours.

It’s so much more than the one you shared earlier on the trunk. This kiss is real, full of lust and longing, not something kids would share, but you are not kids anymore. Cupping his face in your hands you try to get as close to him as possible, pushing yourself to his lap and he falls back to the ground pulling you with him. You share a laugh, rolling around in the dirt, Grayson getting on top of you, kissing you again and again and you don’t want this moment to end.

“Sixteen year-old Grayson would be so proud of me now,” he smirks against your lips.

“What?” you smile at him pushing him a little back so you can look into his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you here so many times, I can’t even count.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like the day the photo was taken. I was just a chicken and I thought you didn’t like me back.”

“I did. I still do,” you smile, brushing his hair out of his face but it keeps falling back.

“Sorry for earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“The kiss on the pickup. They just wanted to urge me to do something because they are done with my pining after you.”

“What? It was all a setup?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and rolling off you he sits up and you push yourself up as well. “Ethan planned it all out, hoping I would finally do something if I’m forced to kiss you, but I honestly thought you wouldn’t agree to take the picture.”

“But I did.”

“Yes you did,” he chuckles and reaching over he tugs a strand of hair behind your ear that escaped from your piggy tails. “Want to know something funny?”

“Mhm.” Nodding you scoot closer and kiss his lips softly, just because now you can.

“Remember how fussy Ethan used to get when you’d only ride with me on the quad?”

“Yeah. Like a baby,” you chuckle.

“That was because he used to have a crush on you too.”

“What?” Your eyes widen as you stare back at him. “He did not!”

“Yes he did,” he laughs. “We had a fight over this, because he didn’t know I liked you. But then I told him and he realized he has no chance.”

“How did he just realize it? What do you mean?”

Looking away from you he seems nervous to answer you and you give him time. You know he is going to share it with you.

“He said that… He has no chance, because he just likes you while I… I love you.”

Oh how long you’ve been craving to hear those words from him! And now it’s reality, not just a daydream in your mind. Leaning closer you kiss him, sweet and slow, taking your time with him.

“I loved you too. I still do,” you smile at him and wrapping his arms around you he pulls you down with him back to the floor kissing you all over and over again.

When you return to the house about an hour later Ethan and Cameron come out running to the front porch the moment you hop off the quad, clearly waiting for something holding their breath.

You don’t say a word, just try to hide your smile while Grayson gets off the quad too and stepping next to you he laces his fingers together with you. The moment this happens Ethan and Cam starts screaming and shouting, running to you and jumping all over the two of you.

“FINALLY! YES!”

“ABOUT FUCKING TIME!”

“Oh my god, guys!” Grayson chuckles showing his siblings off to give us some space to breathe, but you don’t mind their enthusiasm. It’s cute that they were rooting for you so bad.

Lisa appears on the front porch, confused about all the noise, but then she sees as Grayson pulls you to his side, kissing the top of your head and she immediately knows what’s happening.

“You’re not joking, right?!” she gasps walking down the stairs.

“No, mom. It’s serious,” Grayson chuckles shyly and as his mom finally reaches you she embraces both of you in a tight hug, laughing happier than you’ve probably ever heard her.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long!”

“Mom!” Grayson whines, but you find it so sweet.

“We all did, Lisa,” you admit chuckling.

She invites you all inside for dinner and you gladly join. What happened today didn’t change anything in the dynamic you shared with them. Dinner is just as heartfelt and fun like it always is, or even better. When you’re done eating you all go into the living room and watch the little slideshow Ethan put together from the photos, laughing so much on both the old and new ones.

Today surely started as a day of old memories, but the new ones you’ve made are way better than any other you’ve made with your favorite siblings, especially one of them.

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avidrawsthings · 3 years

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Like with Reina, what should folks look out for in regards to Ricardo? If the other MCs and respective Jacobs were to meet him, what should we look out for?

So glad you asked! :D

-First and foremost, he left with the group back to Hogwarts. As much as he wanted to get back at Rakepick, the wellbeing of his little sis and her friends took priority.

-Both him and Reina are half-siblings. Same mom but different fathers.

-Makes sure to check in on Reina and her friends when he can, just to see how they’re handling things and offering help if needed.

-He aged both mentally and physically while trapped in the painting. Trapped when he was 16, he’s 21 by the time he’s freed.

-ULTIMATE BEST BIG BROTHER. The guy is the personification of fun and kindness. Much like Reina, he gives off this warmth that makes you feel at ease. Great secret keeper too, especially if you need to vent.

-Though raised in London, he is still Dominican and will cook amazing meals for you. You’re not going hungry in his presence.

-Irish Italian American on his father's side, Dominican on his mother's.

-Limits physical contact to high-fives or hand shakes. Hugs and kisses are reserved for family.

-The guy’s great with kids. Vibes pretty well with them.

-He has a talent for making people laugh. He will find a way to make you laugh, even to the point of tears if possible. Also his laughter is very contagious.

-Bi and proud of it.

-Absolute goofball as well. Once created a special rainbow-themed Jinx just to cheer up Peeves. There’s a reason the poltergeist likes him.

-Like his father, he’s also a Metamorphmagus. Loved using it to mess with classmates during his school years. He’d often have yellow streaks in his hair since it’s his favorite color.

-Loved Duncan like a brother. He took the blame for his death since he genuinely felt responsible. Having witnessed the death in question, he’s able to see Thestrals, and named one after Duncan.

-He only ever got involved with the vaults since R took advantage of his grief. Before starting Hogwarts, his elder sister died and he thought he had no family left. He decided to get involved with the vaults as he felt he had nothing to lose.

-Received Sacrificial Protection from his father when he was 4 years old.

-As a result of being experimented on by his late mother, Ricardo also has advanced regenerating to the point of even restoring missing limbs (think Deadpool). Combined with his late father’s Sacrificial Protection, Ricardo will only ever die of old age unless he were to give up his own life to save someone else’s.

-Has another ability he named Dreamscape, which first activated after he was trapped in the painting. When he’s asleep, he can not only see the dreams of other people, but also see different outcomes to choices with enough focus, and can even see alternate realities. He can see the realities the other MCs are a part of, basically. He can’t interact with any of them, however, only observe.

-If by some luck your MC can see him in their dreams, they can speak to him if they wish. There's a chance he's aimlessly wandering around.

-He took ballet classes for several years and is very flexible as a result. One of the items Reina found in his old room was a pair of pointe shoes that belonged to him.

-While I don’t have a voice claim for him, I do have a claim for what his screams sound like LMAO

(WARNING: EXTREMELY LOUD HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING)

**You don’t even need to listen to the whole thing, just the first 4 seconds. Trust me XD**

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-He loved trolling classmates with his screams. His favorite method was to quietly sneak up behind them and then let out a loud enough yelp to make them jump.

#Anonymous #ask avi #hphm #ricardo de los santos

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animatedminds · 3 years

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Film Review: On Jingle Jangle

Spoilers for the subsequent review: I liked it. And what’s more, there are things about it that make me happy on a conceptual level both as a writer and as an African American writer, and just as a lover of musicals and fun adventures. Read on after the jump!

It’s been a while, and I promised a review on Jingle Jangle - the Netflix exclusive film starring Forrest Whitaker, Madalen Mills and Keegan-Michael Key which came out a few weeks ago - sometime last week and never delivered. Well, here it is. And if you want the abridged version of my opinion, well, look above.

To give a short summary, Jingle Jangle is an clearly intentionally chintzy film written in the vein of classic Christmas fantasy movies. It focuses on a toymaker - a great gadgeteer renowned in his universe as the greatest of all time - who is able to see the world in amazing terms and make toys function like magic. However, on the cusp of his greatest invention, his apprentice - and the invention itself, who turns out to be egotistical and vile - betrays him and steals all his designs, breaking his heart so badly that he cannot bring up the spark to invent ever again. His apprentice grows rich on his work, while the toymaker - one Jeronicus Jangle - grows old, in the process losing his wife, after which his daughter estranges from him. And that’s just in the first ten minutes. Depressing enough for you? Well, the rest of the movie is more than sweet enough to make up for it. As you might expect from a set up like that, the turning point comes when Jeronicus’ granddaughter Journey finally gets the chance to visit him and discovers his one last, unfinished invention. Suddenly Jeronicus, now a bitter old hermit, has the opportunity to find the love he lost within him again and rekindle his spark, his daughter (played by a criminally underused Anika Noni Rose) has the opportunity to reconnect with him, and the toy shop - Jangles and Things - might finally have a future again. But look out, Jangle’s old apprentice is out of blueprints and needs one to keep his fame and fortune - and Jeronicus’ last invention is looking very profitable... As you might expect from a the description above, this movie is very by numbers plotwise. But I’ve never considered that necessarily a bad thing, as long as a film captures the charm that makes those numbers typical in the first place. The movie is very obviously trying to capture a feeling, a kind of story that - perhaps because they’re so well known by our generation - you don’t see much of any more, and so plays all those archetypical traits to the hilt. The last invention runs on “belief” - if you don’t believe it’s real or in yourself, it won’t work - and you can imagine why. The apprentice is a money grubbing showman who never understood the real point of toymaking. The narrator is an old woman who, surprise! (not really), turns out the Journey herself! Are those plot points groan-worthy? Sure, sometimes. But it also delivers those warm fuzzy feelings those groans intend, and that’s... well... magical. It’s not trying to be avant-garde, it’s only trying to make us feel joyous for a few hours. And you know what? I can appreciate that.

Because of that, my primary criticisms instead are about elements in that regard that the film doesn’t fulfill enough. The story is obviously about Jeronicus’ journey from disillusioned miser to the optimistic, loving man of his youth, but this happens too fast: he goes from yelling at Journey for messing with his stuff, to begrudgingly having a snowball fight with her that he turns out to enjoy, to suddenly having to make the crossroads to use his spark again to save her because he loves her so much, with barely anything in between: I wanted more - more stages in-between Jeronicus two poles, so that we can see him develop in a stronger way rather than kind of jump between the points we know he’s going to go through like a connect the dots drawing. His daughter's relationship is a primary plot point, but she doesn’t even show up for more than a cursory line or two until the very end, so we don’t get to see that develop much either. While Journey and her goofball sidekick carry the film, as they should, there is perhaps a bit too little time dedicated to the characters around them - seeing as they’re explicitly the impact characters affecting their family’s change for the positive. Even the villains are responsible for the whole thing are mostly are present in the story for comedy and they don’t get a lot of face time with the people they’ve affected either, all of which adds up to parts that could have had a lot more substance to them but which didn’t. The film overall is great, but the limits it puts on its own pacing and development hold it back from being as great as it could be.

However, as I noted before, there’s more than what I've just talked about going on here. There are conceptual aspects that made this one of my favorite movies this year, rather than necessarily the plot: which is only why this movie is engaging to watch. What the movie is built around is what makes it so special. First of all, a fantasy adventure movie with an entirely black primary cast is rare - entirely too rare - because African Americans simply don’t get those kinds of films in the mainstream. Realistic urban dramas, lurid romances about failing marriages, uplifting stories about rising out of the hood, etc - that’s the genres Hollywood typically allows for African Americans to star in: movies that hinge on archetypes about black existence in America and thus only sell attempt to themselves as “black movies” without widespread appeal, if one wants to go one step beyond. A musical about a magical inventor who creates a robot that lets you fly if you believe in yourself enough? Not especially, unless it’s a preachy DTV film about community. The primary villain is a Spanish matador doll with delusions of grandeur - Gaston as a toy - and its a weird and strange and outright wonderful idea. And interestingly, while this movie is themed and framed like a Christmas movie - I mean, just look at the name - there isn’t anything particularly Christmas about it beyond being about a toymaker. Jangle isn’t a Santa analogue, Christmas itself is never mentioned, nor is much of the imagery (beyond snow and winter) exceptionally Christmas reminiscent, being more of a Victorian Steampunk instead - full of gears and automatons and top hats (whoever did the costuming for this thing ought to get a medal, especially for the costuming in the bright period we see in the initial flashback). Its stuff like that that’s noticeable simply because African Americans in film don’t generally get to interact with those sorts of strange and weird and wonderful ideas. And this extends to the music. As both a fan of musicals, a Disney fan in particular, and a black writer, something I’ve noticed with no small amount of dismay is the way certain genres of music have been skipped over by mainstream. You have to go off the beaten path to find musicals that seriously incorporate hip hop, or R&B, soul, funk, etc into soundtracks and anything other than “party time” numbers that are just about the characters getting down and don’t engage the plot or the characters in a meaningful way - which gives off the impression that on a writing and developmental level, there is a lack of respect for those genres as having serious merit for meaningful usage. Oh, for sure, there’s musicals like “In The Heights” (which was fantastic, and I’m eagerly waiting for the film), but those are rare, and the closest you tend to get is Lin Manuel Miranda’s (much as I enjoy him) long bouts of recitative which are called “rap” by reviewers but aren’t really what I’m talking about when I mean genre. This film makes a point of kicking that trend in the pants, however: starting with a bombastic character establishment hip hop number, going into Motown-style R&B numbers and soul ballads and all sorts of wonderful genres of black music that have been long since lefts out of the mainstream. It’s something that I’m especially happy about and which leads me into tomorrow - when Soul arrives (and you better believe you’re getting a review of that as well) and hopefully delivers the same thing.

As a black writer, and a lover of music, and a lover of bringing new avenues of representation to film and media, Jingle Jangle made me happy in a way no film since Black Panther has, and for that along it immediately landed a spot on my list of classics even if it weren’t also a quite enjoyable movie. So as you might have guessed, thus, from the preceding - I quite recommend it for anyone looking for a wonderful cheesy time this Christmas, and also for someone looking to see how black musicals are growing and evolving.

#jingle jangle #netflix #african american #black representation #black film #hip hop #soul #r&B #forrest whitaker #madalen mills #keegan-michael key

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thelovecore · 5 years

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Wildflowers .Steve Harrington.

I took the easy way out and wrote for Steve again...sorry, its just so easy to write for this fluffy goofball. I’ll be working on other things soon! Don’t forget, requests are open, and I’m also thinking of doing a prompt list!

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I moved to Hawkins with my family right after the Starcourt Mall burned down. My father had taken a job with an accounting firm there. I was trying to meet new people in town, since hanging out with my younger brother was incredibly boring. I ventured with him to the arcade, so see if anyone my age hung out there. I walked in with him to be met with dizzying lights and loud pings of machines. My brother looked around before calling out to some kids he had just met when we first moved.

“Dustin!” He yelled. A curly headed kid turned from watching an older boy play pinball and waved him over. I followed, unsure of where else to go.

“Hi Dustin.” I said. Dustin stared up at me, mouth slightly open, and rudely elbowed the boy playing pinball. The boy messed up, watching the little silver ball roll away from his paddles.

“What the hell man?” The older boy said, turning to Dustin, and then to me. He instantly looked sheepish and ran a hand through his fluffy mocha hair.

“Hi there.” He said. “I’m uh...I’m Harrington. Steve. My name is Steve.” He stumbled. I smiled at him and saw the pinkish tint cover his jawline.

“I’m y/n.” I said, holding out my hand. “Are you Dustin’s babysitter? My brother mentioned he had this really cool older guy that was his babysitter.”

“You could say that.” He said, leaning against the pinball machine. “Are you guys new here?”

“Yeah. My dad just took a lame accounting job in town. I graduated though, so I guess I’ll be looking for a lame job soon too.” I said.

“Same.” He said. “I work at the Video store down the road.” He said it like he was ashamed, but I thought it was neat that he had a job.

“That sounds fun. Do you get to watch movies for free?” I asked.

“Sometimes.” He said, smirking. “Maybe we could watch one sometime?”

“Maybe.” I said, looking over at my brother and Dustin, who ran off to play Space Invaders. I had a slight smile on my face, picking up on Steve’s attempts to flirt. “Hey, they look like they’re okay here for a while. Do you wanna go somewhere it’s easier to talk?”

“Sure.” He said softly, his deep brown eyes locking with mine. We walked out the front door to the arcade and I pulled my car keys out.

“I have a spot in mind.” I said. “I found it when we first moved here.”

“Okay.” He said. I drove to where I had found a hiking trail that lead to a small lake on the edge of Hawkins. It was only like ten minutes from the arcade, so we were still close to the boys to pick them up later.

“It’s just up here.” I said. He followed me quietly through the woods. I took in the fresh air smell of the trees, and dirt, and some dead leaves. I head Steve shuffle behind me as we started up a hill. I turned around and smiled at him and he returned the smile.

“Do you always act so nice to your victims before you kill them in the woods?” He joked. I laughed at him and turned to face him before we hit the top of the hill and the edge of the lake.

“Only so I can show them this view and it’s the last thing they see.” I said. Steve took a deep breath in and took in the peaceful quiet of the woods and lake. I walked over to a dry patch of bare dirt and sat down.

“It is pretty quiet here.” He said, sitting next to me.

“People don’t appreciate places like this enough. They want the craziness of arcades and movie theaters and television. But look how pretty it is here. It’s amazing to me to think that there’s thousands of animals out there and they don’t bother us, we don’t bother them, and how cool it is that?” I said, looking out over the lake. “Think of all the different kinds of fish in the lake. It’s crazy to think there’s only one type of human, but tons of types of fish.”

“I guess I never really thought about that.” Steve said, eyes scanning the lake. “Are you like one of those hippies that wants to save the planet?” He flinched after saying that, realizing it could have come out cruel.

“Kind of. I just think people overlook what’s already in front of us.” I said. “Look, right over there.” There were several deer walking through the woods across the lake. We silently watched them as they passed by, not even looking over at us.

“Wow.” Steve whispered after they were gone.

“I used to have a goal to see a bunch of the big national parks someday. I’d like to see bears, and wolves, and elk. And all of the really pretty wildflowers, and waterfalls. And the mountains in Colorado, it can be summer but the tops of the mountains are still covered in snow.” I said. Steve softly smiled and looked at me. I felt my cheeks get warm in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I’m probably coming across as super weird.” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest. Steve reached over and put a hand on my arm.

“Nah. It’s really...really cool that there’s someone in this town that isn’t just drooling down at the arcade and just content with this mundane life. You have things you wanna see, things you wanna do.” He said.

“Don’t you have things you want to see and do?” I said quietly. Steve looked down and grabbed a small smooth rock and rolled it over in his hands.

“I think seeing the wildflowers in Colorado would be pretty cool.” He said, looking up at me, eyes twinkling, a small smile on his soft face.

“Really? What a coincidence.” I said, smiling. “Thanks for coming here with me and not thinking I’m super weird or something.”

“This was really nice. The girls here in Hawkins aren’t into stuff like this.” He said. “They went nuts for that mall we had, but other than that, they’re shallower than a shower.”

“We’re young. My mom calls me an old soul sometimes.” I said, playing with my shoelaces. “I wasn’t necessarily the most popular kid in school.”

“You didn’t want to be.” Steve mumbled. “I was, and it was the worst.”

“You don’t seem like that kind of person. No offense. You hang out with a kid at the arcade.” I giggled. He shot me an almost sad look.

“Yeah. People change.” He said. I sent him a smile and leaned into him. He stiffened up at first, but then relaxed at the harmless touch. I felt his shoulder relax under me.

“You seem to have changed for the better.” I said. He shrugged and I looked up at him. “For being the first person my age I’ve really talked to in Hawkins, you’re very kind.”

“Thanks. I’ve been working on it.” He said, slowly creeping his arm around me.

“You do need to learn how to flirt better though.” I giggled, glancing out over the lake. He gasped and jokingly looked appalled.

“You’re the one being a real straight shooter here, leaning your head on my shoulder.” He said.

“Well then I guess you’ll have to one up me by asking me out on a real date?” I suggested, pulling away from him and standing up. I held my hand out to him and he took it, looking up at me, bewildered.

“C’mon, we should go back to the arcade.” I said as he pulled himself up.

“Yeah.” He said quietly. “You’re...you’re really something, you know? Not many girls make Steve Harrington speechless.”

“Hey, I try.” I said. “If I’m the weird girl that wants to be outside all of the time, I’ve got to make up for it in other ways, I guess.” I smiled at him as we started walking back down the hill to the car. We drove back to the arcade in silence, and chatted a little as we picked up the kids and went separate ways.

A few days later, there was a knock at my door. I went and opened it to find Steve standing there, holding a big bouquet of flowers. Except they weren’t a traditional store bought bouquet.

They were all hand picked wildflowers.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #reader x steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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lovelyirony · 5 years

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y’all didn’t think i would did you

Winnie wakes up around seven, groaning as Bucky’s alarm goes off. Why that boy can wake up for a shift at work but not for anything else is beyond her. Today is her day off, which means a lot has to happen.

Bucky stumbles into the kitchen, grabbing a bagel and stuffing it in the toaster. “Hey honey,” Winnie says with a smile, coffee cup in one hand and the other wrapping around her son. “Have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yeah,” Bucky mutters. He shuffles over to the coffeemaker, pouring himself a cup and adding some creamer in. “No weird dreams last night, except that Steve was secretly Leonardo da Vinci.” Winnie laughs, taking a bite of her toast.

“You have crazy dreams, sweetheart. What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Go to work, try not to die. Take Steve home from his art club so he doesn’t walk in rainy weather.” She nods, making a mental note to remind Sarah so she doesn’t stress out. Steve used to have a medley of maladies, yet still thought he could kick God’s own ass. It was a problem. Now his immune system is kicking into high gear, but he still does a lot of stupid things. (Not that Winnie will mention it, he’s like a better-behaved son, but she Knows.)

“What about you, Ma? What’s your plan for today?”

“Eh, not much,” Winnie responds. “Get some work emails out of the way, go grocery shopping with Maria. I’m letting her use some of my bags.”

“Cool.”

That’s the end of conversation for a bit, until Bucky glances at the clock, grabs his keys, and drops a kiss on his mom’s cheek. “Love you, Ma. I’ll see you later today, okay?” Winnie waves goodbye, cleans up a bit of breakfast, and shoots off a text to Maria. When do you want to go grocery shopping?

How about 11?

Sounds great! Meet you outside your door.

Admittedly, Maria can’t wait until eleven rolls around. No matter what she does, time seems to tick slowly on by. She cleans the kitchen floor, tidies up Tony’s desk (it’s a nightmare), and also reorganizes her closet for the upcoming fall.

When it is 10:55, Maria gets out of the door, double-checks to make sure she has everything in her wallet and purse, and sees Winnie. She smiles brightly. “Hello Win!” She says. “Ready to go?”

“Of course!”

As they walk, they talk about everything in between. Weather, their sons, flowers, and groceries. Winnie says that general brand is as good as name brand, don’t let anything about it fool you. “Some people can taste the difference, but I doubt Tony will care,” she says. “Okay, we’re gonna get a cart and go.”

Maria picks up a lot of things. She picks up a jar of blackberry preserves for breakfast, some sauces, spices, fruits, and vegetables. Other basics, but that’s about it. She and Winnie at some products, Winnie reminisces over packing Bucky’s lunch for him every day with a little bag of chips, sandwich, and pudding. Maria picks up a box of goldfish, smiling as she remembers when Tony was young. He loved the fruit that Jarvis would cut up, the sticky juice running down his fingers. It would take him forever to be cleaned up—that boy avoided baths like it was his personal job.

After they finish up grocery shopping, Winnie offers to have Maria over for coffee and lunch. “I just got this nice arrangement of sandwiches from a coworker and as good as they are, I can’t finish them myself,” she says with a smile. “Would you like to have some?”

“Of course,” Maria says. “I’m always ready to eat with you.” Winnie grins, nearly blushing. “Let me just put my groceries away, and then I’ll be over to yours, if you’ll have me.”

“Always,” Winnie replies. Maria smiles, ducking into her apartment for a moment. She’s quite glad that Winnie can’t see her, because Maria is currently shoving groceries wherever they can fit, and rushing to get the bags back to an orderly fashion for her. Tony might text her about the state of the kitchen later, but for now she is going over to Winnie’s house to have coffee and lunch.

The other woman is currently trying to throw a cheese plate together and failing—she forgot to get the damned Colby Jack, best of all—and there’s a polite knock on her door. Winnie feels a bit like a mess. “Mother of shit,” she curses. “Shit, shit, shit—” The door opens to Maria looking very much so put together, Winnie probably looks like garbage, and there’s the smell of coffee wafting between the two of them.

“Uh, hello Maria. I tried my best to prepare lunch before you came, but there’s only so much time you have before a lady comes back from putting away her groceries.”

“Very right,” she says softly with a laugh. “Lead the way, Winnie.”

Winnie’s house is decorated very nicely. Portraits of the family, those dorky old outfits on full display. Maria remembers the shirts that were popular at the time, remembered that she owned a fair amount of them when it was around that time. Winnie smiles as she looks at them.

“James’ father hates these,” she says. “So I keep them around whenever he visits with his wife.” Maria nods. They head to the kitchen, some sunlight streaming in. She has coordinating cloths, sponges, and the whole scene is perfectly domestic. The black coffeemaker in the back completes it. Maria offers to help set the table, and Winnie lets her. They move comfortably in the kitchen as Maria navigates it, slowly moving around Winnie. She gets the plates and glasses, setting the latter down on the counter to get water. They bump into each other, and Maria tries not to let Winnie see her cheeks heat up, but that’s probably impossible at this point.

“So,” Maria says. “What kind of coffee do we have, Win?” The casual nickname shouldn’t make Winnie smile as much as she’s going to, but she gets out the selection.

“We have some breakfast blend, sugar cookie, and…oh god, I don’t even remember getting this one. Amaretto?” Maria’s eyes brighten at the last one, Winnie laughing. “Guess we’ll go with that one. Get me some coffee cups?” Maria chooses one with flowers all over it, the other one an old-fashioned diner cup. Winnie turns suddenly, coming closer into Maria’s space.

“Oh!” Maria exclaims. “I’m sorry Winnie!”

“It’s fine, this is a close kitchen,” she says. Also, given that Maria smelled like flowers and good things, being in close quarters was literally the best thing ever.

They get their coffee, sandwiches, and talk a little bit. Maria is talking about maybe starting working at a bookstore—the owner seriously needs some reorganization in the book department as well as some design work. While Maria doesn’t exactly have the best qualifications, she knows that she can prove herself. Winnie encourages it.

“You always look so cute, I wouldn’t even question it,” Winnie comments. Maria’s cheeks turn pink as she looks down at her coffee.

“Aw, thanks Win. You look beautiful too.” Winnie grins, taking another sip of her coffee. It was a good idea to be friends with Maria. She just hoped she didn’t muck it up by having actual feelings for her.

Tony wasn’t exactly the best morning person. Sure, he took coffee in the morning and practically gulped the whole thing down in five minutes, but that didn’t mean much. He still looked like he was a walking dead man.

Steve knew this, and still thought that Tony was one of the cutest guys he’d ever met. Steve would grin as Tony swayed out the door, smiling dopily at Steve.

“Hey,” he’d mutter, readjusting his backpack. “Ready to go?”

“Yup!” Steve would reply. “Did you do the English assignment?”

“About the…was it the Middle English?”

“Middle Ages,” Steve corrected. “We were supposed to be reading more lines from Beowulf.” Tony curses.

“No, I didn’t.” Then Steve gives him a basic summary, Tony commits to memory, probably gets a better test score than he should—damn that eidetic memory—and all is well. Their lockers are a couple away from each other, so Tony leaves Steve to go put his things away.

Tony really thinks that having a cute neighbor that goes to the same school is just unfair. Especially since Steve is a morning person, goes on a two-mile run every single day of his life, and is very, very attractive. Tony looks roughly like a mess in the morning, which is only worsened by the death sentence that is school. Just because he can do it doesn’t always mean he wants to. Especially this early in the morning, because who the hell even wants to get up early, save for Steve, Bucky, and probably all of Steve’s stupidly-attractive friends. Ugh, Tony needed more people who couldn’t deal with the morning.

The day goes on, Tony making faces at Steve in the hallway, asking him how his day was going.

“Going good. Hey, you eating with us in the cafeteria?” Steve asks, shoving his math book into his locker. “Natasha wants to verify that you’re a criminal when it comes to hydration.”

“All she has to do is wait a week, then see me fall in the middle of AP Chem,” Tony says.

Steve rolls his eyes and shoves a water bottle at Tony. “Drink, because I have a bet going that you’ll pass out next week and I really don’t want to lose five bucks to Nat.”

“Done,” Tony says, chugging the water bottle and handing it back. “Thanks, Stevie.”

Natasha scowls at Tony as he sits down at the table. “You’re soft, Carbonell.”

“Comes with drinking water and all that fun jazz,” Tony says. “Which, by the way, I believe you owe Steve five bucks.”

“Schemer,” Natasha mutters, sliding crumpled ones over the table. Steve takes out his wallet, putting them in. Tony snickers as he sees the picture of young Steve and his mom in a photo booth.

“You’re a goofball,” Tony says. “Look at that stupid shirt you have on.”

“What, saying you haven’t done a photo booth thing before, Tony?”

“Nope,” Tony says. “I was busy doing other, cooler things.”

“What, like singing along to Rosemary Clooney records with your mom?” Steve teases. “We can hear the music, and a screeching voice…” Tony lightly pushes Steve on the arm, making a noise of protest.

“I’m sorry that you don’t know how amazing Rosemary is, but we have a lot of fun. Maybe this means you won’t be getting any orange chicken tonight.”

Natasha looks between the two of them; Steve liked to say that he didn’t fall easily, but here he was. Staring at Tony like he hung up the stars just-so, and Tony was smiling softly as he stole some of Steve’s blueberries when he wasn’t looking. They were in love. Steve was a liar. She’d have to collect on his statement of not falling easily. Maybe after they got together.

The rest of the day passes without incident for Tony and Steve. Natasha has a class with Bruce, and they have a substitute teacher, which basically means they’re doing nothing. She turns to Bruce, who sits to the right.

“You’ve noticed Steve and Tony too, right?”

“Repeat that?” Bruce asks, taking an earbud out. “Listening to loud music.” She repeats her statement, and he nods as soon as she finishes the sentence. “Oh yeah, definitely. Tony’s head over heels, and always talks about what Steve is going to do at home with him. I think this Friday he doesn’t have a football game, so maybe going to the roller rink. I know Steve’s skipping the party. And I think Tony mentioned having a puzzle night on Saturday.”

“I’d skip the party to do a puzzle if I knew it was hosted at Rumlow’s house,” Natasha mutters. “God knows how crazy people get over there.” Bruce nods.

“Yeah, real asshole guy. Tried to copy my physics work, and got caught because in Mr. Rainey’s words, ‘you haven’t been paying enough attention to do this much complex work.’” Natasha snorts, eyeing the clock. They got out of class in ten minutes. Enough time to get started on the actual bookwork, but not enough time to actually put any real work into it. Besides, she wants to tell Bruce about some gossip she heard from the cheer squad involving one of the teachers’ past.

Tony waits for Steve to finish football practice, and walks up to him after all the guys exit the locker room.

“It’s your lover boy,” Sam teases Steve. “Waiting for his sweetheart to get out of practice, and all.”

“Aw shut up,” Steve says, shoving Sam a little bit. “Makes sense to walk home together. We live in the apartment complex. I think you’re just jealous because you don’t have actual friends. Me and Bucky don’t count, you’re our charity case.” Sam flips Steve off as he pulls out his car keys.

“That was cold man, straight-up cold. Think I might actually report you to Coach Phillips, see what he does.”

“Probably congratulate me,” Steve says. “Finally affected you, dumbass.” Sam grins, bids him goodbye, and Steve looks over to Tony with a soft smile.

“Hey Stevie,” Tony says. “How was practice?”

“Same as always. We went over some plays, yelled at some of the second-strings, and listened to Phillips tell us that just because Ridgemont has a shit team doesn’t mean we can jack around next Friday. You and your mom are still coming, right?”

“Sitting with Sarah and everything,” Tony says with a grin. “You still on for a puzzle night?”

“Of course,” Steve says. “I haven’t done a puzzle in ages.”

“Me either,” Tony says. “Mama picked up a new one, it looks fun. Shows a picture of vintage candy tins.”

“Nice,” Steve responds, adjusting his backpack. “You excited for the roller rink?”

“Yeah, I’ve never gone to one before,” Tony says. “I don’t even really know if I can skate.”

“If you can’t, I’ll make sure you don’t fall,” Steve teases. “After all, you can’t cling to the wall the whole time.”

“My knight in shining armor,” Tony declares, hand over his heart. “Whatever do I owe you?” Steve pretends to think for a moment.

“A skate dance when we go, I think.”

“I was going to do that anyway,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I bet that Winnie or mom is cooking food.”

“I’m not gonna bet, I got a text from your mom that said she’s making garlic bread.”

“Yes!”

The boys arrive at Maria’s apartment in a heap of backpacks and jackets and laughs. Maria smiles, greeting Steve with a hug and Tony with a kiss on the cheek and a reminder to get his laundry folded and put away.

“Yes, Mama!” Tony calls, slumping to the family room. “Ugh, I’m so tired. I had to listen to Professor Reed drone on and on about physics and practicality. Worst class ever.”

“Then why do you take it?” Steve asks, slipping in the Mario Kart disc. “I say ditch it and find a more interesting class.”

“Nah, I like his reaction when I write my papers dissing his personal theories, it’s therapeutic.” Steve laughs, tossing him a controller. “You prepared to have your ass kicked in Mushroom Gorge?”

“Only when you admit defeat when I get first place.”

“Oh, that’s a challenge.”

They continue playing, occasionally trash-talking each other. In between, Sarah comes in, bearing the ground beef for the spaghetti and some more dishware that she doesn’t use anymore that Maria likes.

“Ready to get that waffle-maker dream out of your head?” Sarah asks.

“No, definitely not,” Maria replies, winking. “Pass me the oregano, will you? This needs a little bit more for the meatballs.” Sarah tosses her the bottle, and they work with relative ease, Sarah humming along to Bob Seger on the radio.

“I’m glad you’re here, our last neighbor was boring,” Sarah says. “Real old lady who borrowed my good cheese grater and never gave it back.”

“I’m glad I’m here, then,” Maria says. “Can you get the boys, it’s nearly dinner time. They need to wash up.”

Sarah enters the room to hear Steve and Tony arguing about whether or not Mario is actually good.

“As educational as this is, I’m going to have to have you guys save it for later,” Sarah says, smiling. “Steve, Tony, wash up. We’re having spaghetti. Tony, could you cut up some fruit for us?”

“Always,” Tony says, giving Sarah a kiss on the cheek. “Your day go okay, Ms. Rogers?”

“Of course,” Sarah answers. “Just a couple of medical hiccups on paperwork at the hospital. I’m just glad I have tomorrow off.”

“Break time,” Steve comments, making his way to the bathroom.

They’re all seated at the table, laughing together as Maria tells them about her grocery store experience. They share knowing looks when she talks about her and Winnie getting coffee.

“Your mom has a crush,” Steve mutters to Tony.

“No duh,” Tony murmurs back, smiling and putting another bite of blueberries into his mouth before his mother catches him.

#lovelyirony writes #y'all didn't THINK it would happen but it DID #dads not required #this fic is kicking my ass #tony stark #stony #sarah rogers #maria stark #maria carbonell #steve rogers #winnie barnes

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katieswinforddiaries · 4 years

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All Coming Back: A Dragon Age Alistair Theirin One Shot

Summary: The warden and Alistair have a reunion that takes them both by surprise and leads to the rekindling to old feelings.

Author's Note: So this came about from an idea I got while at work and I love it so much that I decided to say fuck it and write it. Named after this song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEO4G-rG1wE Also I love the idea of him having of course grown up, but around the Warden not being able to help resorting to back to his awkward self especially in bed. Also fair warning I did not edit this. Just wrote it and posted it so I hope it's not shit.

Rating: M – SMUT!

You never thought that you would see him again. Not after he broke off your relationship and married his brother's widow. You had even thought you had finally moved past loosing him. You were proven wrong the very moment you had heard his voice in the tiny tavern. You were sat in the corner eating a quick meal, but your head whipped up the moment that you heard his oh so familiar voice say your name.

“Maker's breath it's really you.” Alistair chuckled. “For a moment I thought I might be seeing things.” He added as you took the moment to look him over. All considering he really hadn't changed that much. Naturally he looked older, but you knew that you did as well. And if possible he looked even more handsome though in a different way. Before he had just been a normal man after all, now he looked every bit the sophisticated king you had heard that he grew to be.

“I could say the same. I mean what would the king be doing in a tavern after all?” You asked with a playful grin. “Please join me.” You offered.

“Surely we can do away with all of that.” Alistair replied, giving you a pleading smile as he sat down. “Besides I am supposed to be blending in.”

“If you want to blend in you might not want to wear such fine clothes.” You chuckled as you reached out to touch his arm. “Most people here couldn't afford these after all.”

“I know, I know, but I did my best...” He began to say before you cut him off.

“And there is the rambling goofball I've missed.” You chuckled.

“I make a point of not rambling when at all possible. Unfortunately I can't seem to help it with you.” He replied with an easy smile.

“Good. And I must say. Kingship suits you. You look well.” You told him.

“Well thank you. You look as beautiful as ever.” He told you.

“Please Alistair. We're old friends, hell I've seen you naked you can relax and not be so formal.” You teased. That made him laugh.

“Believe me I haven't forgotten. And I'll do my best.” He assured you. After that that two of you seemed to fall back into an easy evening as you caught up. That is until you brought up her.

“So. How is Anora?” You asked. At that his face fell.

“And here we were having such fun.” Alistair sighed. “She's fine. She misses my brother I know. I have tried to be a good husband to her thought.”

“I'm sure you have.” You replied feeling a pang of jealousy at imagining them together.

“You know she's not the only one holding on to a lost love.” He replied suddenly.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I've missed you.” He admitted as his cheeks flushed and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Am I allowed to say that? You aren't married are you?” He added, starting to ramble.

“No. No I never married.” You admitted. “And need I point out that you are the one who left me?” You challenged.

“I know I did.” Alistair admitted. “And I regret it believe me. I really have missed you. Like I said I've tried to be a good husband to Anora, but we both knew neither of our hearts were really in it.”

“Are you going somewhere with this or?” You asked.

“I am. Or I'm trying to.” He laughed. “Is there any way I could convince you to forgive me? Let me make it up to you?”

“What do you have in mind?” You asked.

“Anything. What could possibly make it up to you?” He asked.

“Well...” You said, taking a few moments to think as you looked him over intently. “For a start you could come up to my room with me.”

“What? Did... did I hear you right?” He stammered.

“I believe so. I think a night in bed would be a good start at least.” You confirmed. “What do you say? Are you up for it?”

“Yes... Yes I am.” He exclaimed suddenly causing you to giggle before laying money on the table to pay for you drink and pulling him upstairs towards the room you had rented for the night. Once the door was shut tightly behind you you pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely. Within seconds you were kissing like it had been a matter of days since the last time and not years. You really had missed the man.

“Undress me.” You whispered between kisses. You felt him chuckle against your lips in response as he did his best to blindly undress you. Within in a few seconds you were both laughing hard.

“I'm sorry. It has been a long time.” He admitted.

“It's alright. Here why don't I help you.” You replied as you expertly undressed. The while time Alistair was intently watching you and when you finished he didn't waste any time in pulling you back to him. Then he did something that took you by surprise. He began to run his fingers across your scars.

“You have so many now.” He muttered.

“Well as you might remember being a Grey Warden is not exactly the safest job.” You teased as you pressed a few kisses along his neck. “Now if I am not mistaken you are very overdressed your majesty.” You added before slowly dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Oh no you don't. You are not kneeling.” He started to say as he went to pull you back to your feet, but you stopped him.

“Alistair. Relax. I want to do this. And we have plenty of time.” You assured him.

“I thought I was supposed to be making up my leaving you.” Alistair replied as he gently touched your cheek.

“You must forget how much I love this.” You laughed as you began to undo his trousers and pull them down to his ankles so he could kick them off. “Shirt.” You giggled as he ran your hands up his legs. He was quick to obey and you nearly moaned at the sight of him naked once again before you.

He had always been a sight to behold, but this was something else. He certainly hadn't become inactive over the years.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked in a breathless voice.

“Oh yes.” You giggled before quickly taking him into your mouth. Once you did so he lost no time what so ever in sliding his fingers into your hair and groaning.

“Maker's breath you're amazing.” He panted. You just looked up at him and continued pleasuring him as best you could. You were proud to still remember all the little places he liked having special attention to payed to. And you were even more proud of how quickly you managed to bring him to the edge. “(Y/N), I'm too close. You need to stop.” He begged.

“Not a change.” You replied, taking only enough time to say the words before taking him back into his mouth. When he finally did cum you greedily swallowed down every drop.

“I think I need a minute.” He panted. You just giggled and slowly headed for the bed as you motioned for him to come to you. He narrowed his eyes at that and quickly reached out to catch you and toss you playfully onto the bed. “I think it is your turn now.” He chuckled.

“Is that so?” You asked giving him an innocent smile.

“Oh yes.” He agreed as he spread your legs and began to kiss his way down to your core. When he finally reached you you both let out a moan of pleasure. “You taste even better then I remember.” He chuckled before turning his full attention on you and ravenously eating you out. It took you very little time for him to have you a writhing mess on the bed.

“Alistair please. I need you. Now.” You insisted.

“Tell me how you want me.” Alistair replied as he looked up at you from his spot between your legs.

“Inside me hopefully fucking me senseless.” You replied.

“Well how could I possibly refuse that?” He chuckled as he moved to cover you with his body and get into position. To your surprise he also moved you into a position you normally would not have expected from him on his own.

“Looks like someone developed their knowledge without me.” You teased. Before you could say another word though Alistair thrust into you and buried himself deep making you squeal a little in surprise.

“You could say that. And I didn't hurt you did I?” He asked.

“No I just wasn't expecting it just yet. And I asked to be fucked senseless so don't you dare be gentle.” You ordered.

“Yes ma'am.” He laughed before starting to thrust into you hard and fast.

“Oh maker yes!” You moaned loudly. “Alistair yes!”

“I'm right here love. I'm right here.” He promised as he kept going. While his thrusts were hard and rough his tough was very gentle and the contrast of the two drove you absolutely wild. By the time the two of you were both worn out you had lost count of how many orgasms you had had.

“Now that most certainly made up for lost time.” You laughed as he rolled onto his side next to you.

“Is that so?” He laughed.

“Absolutely though I doubt I will be able to walk normally tomorrow.” You told him.

“I'm sorry. Was I too rough?” He asked, suddenly sitting up.

“Alistair Theirin I swear to God if the next words out of your mouth are I'm sorry I am going to kick your kingly ass!” You snapped back. “It is a good thing and if I hadn't wanted it I would have told you to stop.”

“Still. I want to ensure you're alright.” He explained, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he pulled a blanket over your body.

“I'm fine.” You assured him. “Right now I just want you to hold me.

“That I can do.” He replied. “So... where does this leave us?” He asked after a few moments of silent as he was gently stroking your hair.

“I... I don't know. I know I don't want to loose this again, but you're married.” You replied.

“I know.” He sighed. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Perhaps I should go.”

“Don't you fucking dare.” You told him. “I want you here with me tonight. We can finger out the rest tomorrow, but for now you're mine again.”

“I've been yours since we met and always will be.” He promised.

#Katie Swinford Diaries #Alistair Theirin #Alistair theirin one shot #Dragon age #dragon age one shot.

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those-wings · 5 years

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They’ll Never Take Us Alive pt. 5 - Microwaves and Flying Cars

Synopsis: Being the sister of Captain America was easy enough when you were children. Follow him and Bucky around, try to keep him out of trouble, bug him, etc. As you grew up Bucky became so much more than just your older brother’s best friend.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (eventually), torture elements later on, and some heavier themes that i will put disclaimers on when the time comes. so please 18+ and read with caution.

A/N: IT’S FINALLY DONE.

I realized that it was called the world exposition of tomorrow and not the stark expo, but I already called it that in the last part so i’m not changing it. Also I fell into a hole while I was looking stuff up about the Human Torch. I always assumed it was the same one from the Fantastic Four BUT APPARENTLY there were two different completely unrelated ones. I love comic books and their totally confusing lore.

Chapter 5: Microwaves and Flying Cars

Masterlist

The Stark expo was downtown, so once Bucky rescued Steve we got a cab and headed down there. Being sandwiched in between the two of them in the cab wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be. It was actually nice to sit and listen to them talk, just like it used to be. Listening to their banter was almost therapeutic, it made every anxious feeling melt away.

The cab stopped to let us out by the entrance. There was a huge sign hung between poles over the walkway that read: “Modern Marvels Pavilion”

Even from the sidewalk I could see that the fair was going to be something amazing. I could see huge machines that looked like they were straight out of the lab in Frankenstein. There were more lights along the front than I had ever seen concentrated in one spot in my entire life.

The inside of the expo was straight out of a science fiction novel. There were stages all over the square, each with a name above them. Some of them I recognized as companies that specialized in scientific inventions. Pharmacists, chemists, and inventors. Anything scientific you could think of was squeezed into this one block in the middle of Queens.

“Hey, (y/n)! Look at this!” Steve called from one of the smaller exhibits. I stepped over to him, Bucky following close behind me. The attraction was a red suit in a glass tube, with the words “The Synthetic Man” on a sign that wrapped around it.

“That suit is hideous,” I commented. “Steve, it would look great on you.” He glared at me, the exact reaction I figured I’d get.

“It says it’s a robot-man hybrid that can completely engulf itself in flames,” Bucky read aloud from the plaque in front of the display. “It calls it Human Torch.”

We walked around looking at the other displays, finding each one more interesting than the last. The coolest one had to be a prototype that was supposed to cook food faster than the oven. It was called a microwave.

Steve stepped away to get popcorn for us, giving Bucky the chance to sneak a kiss. Somehow even in a crowd of hundreds of people, even with all the noise in the world, he made me feel like it was just us. If even for a moment.

Steve wasn’t gone nearly long enough.

Over the speakers it was announced that the Stark Industries “Car of Tomorrow” presentation was about to start.

Steve held out a paper bag to me, letting me take some of the contents inside. Popcorn, because Steve and I had an unhealthy obsession with it.

On stage there was one man at the microphone, and 4 women surrounding the car that had been sitting there all night.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all. With Stark gravitic reversion technology, you'll be able to do just that."

The girls removed the tires, revealing what looked like small engines in place of them. Blue flames shot out of the bottoms, propelling the car up to hover a few feet off the ground.

Then it fell back down.

Not that I really thought it was going to work out well, but I was hoping it would have hovered for a little bit longer. Nonetheless, the audience, including myself, clapped with excitement. Someone had actually made a flying car.

“Maybe in a few years,” The man, who had been introduced as Howard Stark said into the microphone.

I reached beside me for some more popcorn, finding the bag gone. There was no way we had eaten it all already. Looking up, I found that Steve was gone too.

“Where did Steve go?” I asked, looking around the crowd for him. Bucky’s eyes were filled with concern as he looked around the mass of people as well. His eyes landed on a building on the edge of the fair, and he let out a sigh.

“Bet I know where he is.” I followed his eyes to the building across from us. It was done up to look like an attraction. There was a large sign above the entrance reading “Come sign up!”

it was a draft office.

Of course it was.

“You would think he would have given up by now,” Bucky spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You know how hard headed he is,” I replied while I forced myself through the crowd.

“Must be a family trait.” I shot my eyes over at Bucky, making sure he could see the glare on my face. “I love you, Doll,” was his response.

We finally escaped from the herd of people, and headed over to the building across the square. I could see Steve in there, looking at the wall, a light shining on him. Getting closer I saw that it was a fun house mirror, designed to make you look like a soldier. Steve wasn’t tall enough to make it work right.

I wasn’t mad at Steve. I just didn’t want to spend hours on end looking for him in the mess of people.

But Bucky was.

“Are you really going to do this again?” He stormed up to Steve, pulling him out of whatever trance he was in. “Instead of spending time with us?”

“Bucky, there are men laying down their lives-”

“You can help in other ways!”

“Like what? collecting scrap metal?”

“Yes!”

“Bucky,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He glanced over at me, the angry look still on his face. I turned to Steve, thinking I could at least stop them from yelling at each other.

“So you’re going to stay here?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna try my luck again.”

“You’re a punk,” Bucky said as he moved into a hug. He knew how much this meant to Steve. How jealous Steve was that he got to go and not him. How much he wanted to be like Dad, and fight for our country. Dad had been in the 107, the same as Bucky. Steve wanted it to be him.

And Bucky felt bad about it. But it was more important that Steve was safe, because he wouldn’t survive.

“You’re a jerk,” Steve shot back.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

I smiled as they parted, and I followed Bucky to the door.

“Hey don’t win the war until I get there,” Steve called to us. I watch Bucky turn and salute him, then we headed out.

We went dancing, which was quite possibly my favorite thing to do with Bucky. He was so happy and carefree, and not afraid to look like a goofball. He was always smiling the entire time, and regardless of who was there he always looked down at me like I was the only girl in the world.

Maybe that’s why it hurt so much when we left the dance hall.

The walk home was quiet, the impending doom of the end on both our minds. Once we got home our night was over, and we only had until morning before everything came crashing down.

It took everything in me not to stop when I saw our old, rundown house in the distance. Bucky seemed to understand exactly what was wrong, as usual, without even needing to ask. He stopped walking and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me. He was warm, the smell of pine trees surrounded me, his presence alone was enough to bring me out of Hell itself.

“I love you so much.” His voice drifted into my ears, curling around my brain, taking away all the sadness that resided there.

“I love you too.” He squeezed me harder. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t mind.

“I’m gonna come back. I will end this war myself if I have to. I'll come home.” It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself as much as me.

We stood there on the sidewalk, tangled together, and enjoying the feeling of each other. I didn’t want to let go, I just wanted to stay surrounded by him. Pressed against his chest and swimming in the smell of pine trees and mint leaves. It was so late and Bucky’s train left in six hours, but the longer we stayed there, the longer we could delay the inevitable.

“We need to get home,” he whispered, not bothering to move away. “I need to get up soon to leave.”

“I’m not letting you leave without getting to say goodbye.”

We stayed there for what felt like hours, and yet nowhere near long enough.

We had to go back though, and every step closer felt like a stab to my stomach.

We stepped through our creaky old front door, finding it dark. The only bit of light came from the kitchen, where it illuminated Steve sitting at the kitchen table.

“I’m going to talk to him, I’ll meet you in my room.” Bucky nodded and headed for the stairs. I watched him disappear into my bedroom before heading down the hall to sit with my brother.

He stared down at his hands, not even looking up when I pulled the chair out to sit across from him.

“I’m going with Bucky to the station in the morning. Are you coming?” Steve shook his head.

No?

Now I was mad. Now I didn’t understand.

I shook my own head, knowing exactly what his answer meant. “You’re going to enlist again? Instead of coming to say goodbye to your best friend? Your best friend that you might never see again.”

“I’m not enlisting again.” There was a slight hesitation in his voice. “I already did.”

“Okay? And getting rejected again stops you from coming, how?” How could he just not go? How can he be so selfish that he had to go enlist again instead of saying goodbye?

“I was accepted this time,” He said quietly, almost as if he was trying to apologize to me. I wrapped my arms around myself, knowing exactly what this meant.

“When?” I asked, my voiced strained as the realizations were going through me. I was about to lose the only people I had in my life. Deep in the depths of my heart I could feel the painful feeling that nothing was ever going to be same after they left. It felt like neither one of them was coming home.

“I have to be at the draft office tomorrow,” he answered, and then he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Both my boys were leaving.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x oc #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x oc #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x oc #marvel x reader #they'll never take us alive #mine

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hushman · 6 years

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Why I love Allurance and why I also find it problematic.

Shipping is always a fun topic to discuss. By fun I mean a minefield of opinions and vocal opposition that can turn almost any conversation into a battlefield with people willing to die for their ship. Yet I find it fun to see people’s opinion and I love seeing the fan art and fanfiction that people come up for their ship. When it comes to fanfiction or fan art I will support most pairings so long as it’s written well. It doesn’t matter if it’s a crack or feasible pairing, it’s just a matter of whether I enjoyed the presentation. One of my favourite teen titan fics paired Robin with Madame Rouge. With that said I still have my favourites, both canon and non-canon ships. I loved Sokka/Toph in A:TLA, I loved Raven/Robin stories even though I also wanted Robin and Starfire to finally get together, I love Pearl with practically any gem/female character that isn’t Rose and I was so on board for Korra/Asami even before it became canon. It should also be obvious that I’m a strong advocate for watering the Plance on a regular basis. There are also pairings that I didn’t originally go for but that fans have managed to make compelling arguments for them so I now kinda dig it, Like Lance/Keith and Azula/Sokka. Then there are pairings that I like but can’t overlook the problems if they were to become a reality. Ed/Alara in the Orville I think would work really well if it wasn’t for the age gap and the fact Ed is Alara’s superior officer. Pearl/Rose is a minefield of issues, especially after the revelations of “A Single Pale Rose” which I can’t over look even though I love all the fan art and fiction bringing them together. And that brings me to the main pairing of this discussion. Lance and Allura, The cotton candy couple. It’s a pairing that I love but find also problematic. And before anyone asks, this has nothing to do my love of Plance. It is possible to love competing ships as shown by my love of Robin/Starfire, Robin/Raven and Raven/Starfire. Any problems I have with this pairing is purely based on the pairing itself. Also, while it should be obvious, this is just my opinion and in no way an attack on anyone that likes this Pairing. Why do I love it? The two have had some incredibly heart-warming moments together. Some of the best moments of team mates offering each other support has got to be between those too. I still smile when I think of the episode when Lance took over red and Allura took over blue and the scenes the two shared. And with the self doubt the two have had they had have had great moments of supporting each other.

The fan art shipping the two is amazing. Seriously I love seeing works of the cotton candy couple.

They are both serious goofballs and I love it. The only thing I love more than couples being cute together are couples that can be goofy together. Unfortunately we have never had the two being goofy at the same time but it has the potential for a lot of fun.

Their babies would be gorgeous. I know I’m not the only one thinking that.

Why do I find it problematic?

Now to be clear. Calling it problematic is not me calling it sick and wrong, this me saying that despite the love I have for the ship there are issues I have with from a story telling view point.

Firstly, Lance’s infatuation with Allura has been treated as something comedic, both in the story telling and by the other characters. Having it suddenly turned in a serious romance would be somewhat jarring espcially since when Lances girl chasing is treated like a character flaw that he must eventually grow out of, like Hunk’s cowardice and Kieth’s lone wolf antics.

Secondly, the implications of Lance’s constant chasing of Allura finally paying off would be somewhat unfortunate.

Simply put if they did get together this would be another romance where one person was into it from the start and other person had to “come around to the idea” or put another way, be worn down enough to agree to this. Lance started making the moves on Allura literally seconds from meeting her.

Even when it’s clear that Allura and Coran are dealing with the Genocide of their entire race, Lance doesn’t take a step back and think “maybe this isn’t what she needs right now”. This is not meant to be hating on Lance. He is my favourite character and even if his flirty nature irks me sometimes, it’s been established as part of his character which I accept and there certainly have been far worse ladies men in animation. He isn’t Glen Quagmire or even Brock from Pokemon so I’m thankful for small mercies. There have been positive views of his nature since he has not been limited to what is considered hot by human standards most of the time the ladies.

With that said, his initial approach to Allura is pretty much the same approach as he had with almost every pretty lady he comes across. Yes he’s interested from the start but it’s obvious that any initial attraction is purely “She’s hot and I think I have a shot”. I’m not saying that those feelings couldn’t grow into something more serious with time but that’s the point we were starting from and so far we have little evidence saying that he wouldn’t be the same with any other attractive female character if he had as much time with them.

Even if he was solely focused Allura I think it would be problematic. Relationships described as “meant to be and it takes the other party to just realise it” is right up there with “My love will change them” and “Fear of the ‘friend-zone’” for relationship clichés that aren’t just old but somewhat toxic. This idea that “if you get a no from someone the first time just keep trying until you get a yes” is messed up for many reasons and yet prevalent in so many fictional romances.

In so many works the one person chases after the potential love of their life regardless of rejection or competing love interests only to succeed in their quest or to realise the target of their affections was actually worth the effort but are then rewarded by meeting the true love of their life. It doesn’t matter if the works has the chaser never changes and the chased simply sees them for their noble qualities or if the chaser realises they were jerks and become better people. It still comes from the same toxic underlying belief.

With all that said VLD has been good in not giving an exceeding amount of focus on this, even at the start. Also, as Lance has developed, there has been a genuine improvement in his character especially in regards to his flirting. Allura and Lance has a genuine respect for each other and Lance was the one that managed to get Allura to tap into the quintessence of Voltron when the team needed it most. I want to see their comradery develop and grow but it is possible for a male and a female to grow closer with it still remaining platonic and it would be less problematic.

Still, if Lance and Allura did become a couple I would support it and be exceedingly happy for the two but if you were to ask me “Do I think the two should be a couple” my answer would be no.

But give me fan art or AU fics pairing the two and I will eat it up like literal Cotton Candy.

Please feel free to give your thoughts on this pairing or any other pairing you like but feel is problematic.

#vld #vld lance #Lance #shipping #shipping thoughts #if people like this I may do further shipping analysis #allura #vld allura

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latchingontoallofyou · 6 years

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Things You Said - Part 2

Here is part 2. The ones in bold are those still to be done.

11. things you said when you were drunk (Valenna)

“Hey Jen, do you want to go out tonight?”

“Val, I’m exhausted. I just stay in. You can go out.”

“I don’t want to go out without you.”

“Babe, we can have time for just ourselves. You go out and have some fun. I’m just going to sit here, maybe eat some ice cream and watch some Disney movies.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Val, go out and have fun.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Call Maks or Alan or whoever and go have some fun.”

“But you…”

“Will be just fine. Go.”

“Alright. Fine. Can I get you anything before you go?”

“Yea, bring me down one of your sweatshirts.”

“Ok.”

“Hey, the newly wed finally made it out on his own” Alan laughs when Val finally comes to their table at their favorite restaurant. There is a beer waiting for him already.

“I almost didn’t.”

“She didn’t want you out?”

“No, I didn’t want to leave her.”

“Oh my goodness you are in deep” Maks laughs.

“Shut up” he says and takes a sip of his beer. “She was just exhausted and I feel bad leaving her when she’s like that.”

“Wait until she’s pregnant and you have to go out. That’s the hardest” Maks says.

“Oh boy” Val says and takes a longer drink.

“You always said you want babies” Alan says.

“Oh, I do. I was just imagining.”

Jenna is now on her second movie. She moved to their bed. She finished a whole carton of Ben and Jerry’s The Tonight Dough. She is on her second Kiwi Strawberry Propel too. She still feels like she could eat more.

She should be asleep. It’s just about midnight and she’s exhausted but she hasn’t been able to fall asleep. She thinks maybe it’s because Val isn’t home yet. No matter how long the day has been, they always meet together in bed.

She hears the front door open and she sighs in relief. She looks at the mess on the bed and laughs, knowing Val is going to make fun of her. She hears him coming up the stairs, banging the wall along the way. She can’t help but laugh. He always comes home drunk when he goes out with the boys.

“Baby, I’m home!” Val calls out when he reaches the top of the stairs.

“Get in here honey” she laughs.

“I’m drunk” he says stumbling in.

“I know.”

“I think I forgot to close the front door” he says as he walks into the bedroom. He turns around too fast but stumbles, hitting the wall.

“I heard you open it.”

“I know. I just don’t remember closing it.”

“You need to shower some of this off.”

“But the door…”

“I’ll go check. I need to go through all this away anyway.”

“Wow, you were a beast tonight” he laughs when he sees the ice cream and propel on the bed.

“Shut up and go shower.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She can’t help but laugh and shake her head. He’s such a goofball when he’s drunk. She gathers her things and heads downstairs. Just like Val thought, he hadn’t closed the door all the way. She pushes it closed with her foot before heading to the kitchen and throwing away her trash. She turns off all the lights and heads back upstairs. Val is still in the shower so she just climbs into bed. Val comes back out a few minutes later. He gives her a wicked smile and runs towards the bed, jumping onto it and flips around until he is on his pillow.

“Babe…” she laughs.

“I’m still really drunk. Sorry.”

“I know. It’s ok. Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did. Did you?”

“Yes. What’s better than being in bed with ice cream, propels, and Disney movies?”

“Being with you amazing husband, duh!” He says flipping quickly in bed so he is facing her. She just laughs.

“Yea, true.”

“Honey?” Val suddenly says very seriously.

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to do another season.”

“What? Why? You love…”

“I love you and I want to make a baby with you.”

“What does that have to do with another season.”

“If I don’t do another season, we’ll have more time to…”

“Valentin! We aren’t going to take a season or so off for no reason.”

“That is a very good reason!”

“Babe, we have plenty of time.”

“You don’t want to have a baby now?”

“I did not say that. Maybe we should wait until you aren’t drunk to talk about this.”

“I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Hate to break it to you but yes you are.”

“But I want a baby.”

“I do too but that doesn’t mean you have to take off a season. Just me.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Well get over it because it will have to be that way.”

“No” he whines out.

“You sound like a baby right now.”

“I can take off the season but you need to do it.”

“Why?” he whines again.

“Because we need to still make money if we are going to support the baby.”

“But…”

“It’s not like you miss anything. It’s not like the baby will come during the season. The due date is not until after the season is over. I mean I could do part of the season but…”

“Jenna, what are you talking about?” Val says confused.

“See, we should have waited until you are sober. You would have already caught on to what I am saying. Baby, I took this season off. I told them earlier today.”

“What! You… We didn’t talk about it.”

“We didn’t have to. I have to take off Val.”

“Why?”

“Oh my word Val! Catch on already! I never eat that much ice cream at one time. I’m always exhausted. I didn’t go out drinking tonight. All I wear are your shirts because they always make me feel better. I can’t do this season. I said the due date isn’t until…”

“Oh my…. You’re pregnant!” he screams jumping up right out of the bed.

“You finally caught on” she smiles.

“You’re really pregnant? When did you find out?”

“This morning. I took some test last week but some said yes and some said no so I went to the doctors yesterday and they called me when I was at rehearsal this morning and told me I am indeed pregnant.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” he whispers as he makes his way over to her side of the bed. He sits down next to her and takes her hand.

“I had a plan to tell you tomorrow. I was going to tell you after rehearsal. I just had some things I had to get prepared.”

“I ruined it.”

“It’s ok.”

“No, it’s not” he says and Jenna can see the tears welling in his eyes.

“Baby, don’t cry. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just plan a big exciting way to tell our families now.”

“I can’t believe I ruined it.” A tear slides down his cheek and she reaches out and wipes it.

“Val, I promise you it’s ok. I’m not upset. I’m just glad I don’t have to wait until tomorrow, well I guess tonight because technically it is tomorrow already.”

“We’re really having a baby?” he says as a smile creeps onto his face.

“We are.”

“I’m so excited!”

“Me too” she smiles and sits up and kisses him. Now come on. I’m exhausted and you are drunk. Let’s go to bed and we’ll celebrate tomorrow.”

“Good morning babe” Jenna says when Val finally wakes up.

“Good morning” he says groggily.

“How are you feeling this morning after last night?”

“I have a bit of a headache but it’s nothing a little medicine can’t fix. I’m going to go shower.”

“Babe…”

“Wait a minute…”

“There it is.”

“You’re pregnant. I didn’t dream that, right?”

“Nope. I’m pregnant.” She smiles as he makes his way back over to her, kneeling on the ground next to her. He takes her hands and helps her to sit up. She slides to the edge of the bed and he moves closer so that his head is right in front of her belly. He lifts up her pajama shirt, it’s actually his shirt but she’s wearing it, and kisses her belly.

“Hi little one. I’m your Daddy.”

11. things you said when you were drunk (Dayley)

“Derek?”

“In the living room” he calls out.

Hayley has come over to Derek’s place after rehearsal. She has a later call time tomorrow so they decided to have a at home date night tonight. It had been a long day and her body is aching all over.

“Hi” she says in almost a whisper when she walks into the room.

“Hi” he smiles. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s all worth it Now we get to have a date night in.”

“Drinks?”

“Of course. Is that really even a question.”

“I meant what drinks do you want.”

“Oh… Margarita. A big one.”

“Go start a bath. I’ll be up with the drinks.”

“Where is Romie?”

“Outside.”

“Oh. You sure you want…”

“You need it. I can see you wincing with every more you make.”

“But it’s date night and…”

“And I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our night. Now go. I’ll be up shortly.”

“Thank you” she says with a kiss.

“Baby, I want another one.”

“You haven’t even finished your second one.”

“But I’m going to.”

“You’ll pay for it tomorrow.”

“I’ll call out.”

“You’d never do that and you can’t do that. I’m cutting you off.”

“My hands feel funny” Hayley slurs out while lifting her hands out of the water and turning them around and around.

“Like what?”

“Like, like, old person skin. Oh no, actually it feels like the inside of…”

“Hayley Erbert, don’t go there.”

“But it’s true.”

“Trust me babe, not it’s not.”

“How would you know?”

“Hayley. I’ve had plenty of experience….”

“So have I.”

“Hayley…”

“Hey, you aren’t always there when I need you so…”

“Hayls…”

“What?” she smirks and turns in the large tub so she is facing him, straddling his lap. She reaches out and runs her hands down his bare wet chest.

“You are so distracting.”

“Maybe that’s the plan.”

“I need a drink.”

“Bring me more!”

“You are plenty drunk enough babe.”

“I’m not…”

“Oh yes you are. You are not going to believe what we talk about in the morning. I’ll be right…”

“Don’t go anywhere” she whispers as she slides even closer so there is almost no space between them.

“I won’t.”

“Let’s go warm up” she says with a kiss and climbs out of the tub. Derek is right behind her.

“Now will you believe me that your hands do not feel the same as…”

“I don’t know. I’ve had some…”

“Oh my word Hayley!”

“Maybe we should go again and it might…”

“You are feisty tonight.”

“That’s not what I would call it.”

“What would you call it?”

“Drunk and um, in need of some relief.”

“Who are you and where is the shy Hayley that I know and love.”

“You don’t love me like this?”

“Oh I do. Trust me I do.”

“But you said…”

“I know but I just meant that this is so not like you.”

“I’m usually never this drunk.”

“Very true.”

“I kinda like it” she smiles.

“Let’s just save it for special occasions.”

“What makes today a special occasion?”

“Um…”

“How about we just say from now on it’s for special occasion” Derek suggests.

“Ok. Tonight isn’t over…” she smirks.

13. things you said when you thought I was asleep

“Jenna, you aren’t going anywhere tonight.”

“I feel fine Lindsay. The doctor said…”

“The doctor said to take it slowly. Going out is not taking it slowly. You are staying here.”

“I don’t want to stay here by myself.”

“You won’t be. I’m staying.”

“No you aren’t. Sam is here and…”

“We’d like to stay here.”

“Oh joy. I’ll be here with the two love birds while miserable old me…”

“Shut up Jenna. Enough with the ‘poor old me’ act. You got a little sick. You’ll be better soon. As for the love bird part, you already know how I feel about that. Now, you can either join Sam and I for pizza and a movie on the couches or you can be miserable in your bunk. Either way, no more ‘poor old me’.”

Jenna huffs and goes back towards the bunks. Lindsay rolls her eye and goes back the couch where Sam is. Lindsay and Sam are looking for a good movie to watch when Jenna comes back out with her favorite blanket, her teddy bear and a big sweatshirt on. She smiles at Lindsay and takes a seat on the couch.

“Thanks” she says quietly after cuddling into the couch.

The bus is quiet with only the three of them. The TV is just loud enough to be heard. Jenna is actually kind of thankful for the quiet. Along with the nasty sinus infection she is starting to get over, she has head a constant head ach. All the noise hasn’t helped it. This is the best she felt since the headaches started.

Soon enough she is asleep, proving to Lindsay that she did the right thing by making Jenna stay back on the bus with them.

“Hey Val” Lindsay says as he comes onto the bus.

“Hey” he smiles at the two cuddled together on the couch. He looks over and sighs seeing Jenna curled up on the other. There is just enough space on the couch for him to sit down.

“Is everyone back already?” Sam asks.

“No. Just me. I was, um, tired I guess. Didn’t want to be out anymore.”

“You wanted to check on Jenna” Lindsay smiles.

“No, I…”

“You don’t need to lie to us. She’s asleep so she can’t hear you” Lindsay says.

“It just wasn’t the same. I mean I know we aren’t…” he says shaking his head. “It just felt weird. She’s normally around when we all go out. Tonight, I felt like, I don’t know....”

“Lost.”

“Yea, I guess. No, maybe more like confused. Like I felt like I was not in the wrong place but I didn’t know where else I should be, even though I did. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. How has she been?”

“Today or…”

“Shut up. I mean today. Well, tonight really.”

“She wanted to go out tonight.”

“But the doctor said…”

“I know. I made her stay here. We were planning to stay back anyway.”

“I should have…”

“You two drive me crazy” Lindsay says

“What? Why?”

“Because you two so clearly want to be with each other but…”

“Let’s not go there please.”

“But…”

“I said please.”

“Fine but maybe you shouldn’t have your hand on her stomach in case she wakes up.”

“Oh, right” he says and moves his hand off of her and over the top of the couch.

“Since you are here…”

“Go head. I’ll stay.”

“She’s probably out for the night” Lindsay says as she and Sam get ready to head out.

“Yea probably.”

“If she wakes….”

“She’s not a baby, Linds. I’ve taken care of her before. I can do it again.”

“I know but…”

“Go.”

“Ok. Call me if…”

“I won’t. Just go.”

With Lindsay and Sam gone, the other couch is free. He probably should move to the other couch but he’s content where he is. Her feet are resting against his leg. His hands are off of her. It’s totally innocent. Well, that is until she stretches out her legs so they are on his lap. He smiles and tries to fight the urge to massage her feet but to no avail. He grabs hold of one foot and starts to work his magic on it. It’s all good until she grunts when he works a sore part of her foot.

“Jen?”

“Hi” she says softly.

“How long have you…”

“A while.”

“How long is a while?”

“Since you sat down I think.”

“Jen…”

“I was just trying to go back to sleep but I heard…”

“Oh.”

“Then I wanted a foot massage.”

“Do you…”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Ok.”

“Jen, you should go to bed. You need to sleep to get better.”

“I’m fine.”

“Jen.”

“I don’t want you to be here alone.”

“They should be back soon.”

“Who?”

“Everyone.”

“Yea right. It’s too early since tomorrow is an off day.”

“Yea, I guess you are right. What about Linds and…”

“I told them to go join everyone since you are here.”

“Oh. I’ll be fine. You go…”

“No. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Jen.”

“There are only two ways to solve this. Either we both stay out here or…”

“Jen.”

“Are you going to let me finish any sentence tonight?”

“Sorry.

“As I was saying, either we stay out here or go to my bunk.”

“But we…”

“It’s fine Val.”

“I don’t…”

“Oh, shut up Val! Like Lindsay said, we both obviously want to be with each other so… All I’m asking is that you come lay with me. Nothing more. What you do or where you go when I fall asleep is up to you.”

“They are pretty tight bunks.”

“I know.”

“We haven’t…”

“Again. I know.”

“We can’t…”

“I just want to lay with you while I fall asleep. That’s all I want tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Yes. Come on” Val says holding his hand out to Jenna. She leads him back to the bunks, stopping in front of hers before letting go of her his hand and climbs into her bunk. She slides all the way over and pats the mattress, inviting Val to join him.

“You sure?”

“Get in here!”

Val smiles and climbs in. Jenna cuddles up to his side, resting her head on his chest, near his shoulder. His arm is around her with his hand resting on his side. He turns and kisses her head. Jenna reaches for the hand on her side and moves it to her hair. He knows just what he wants. He starts to run his fingers through her hair.

“Thank you” she whispers.

“Mhmm” he answers back.

Her breathing quickly evens out. Her body feels like dead weight against him. Val’s almost positive she’s asleep.

“I’m sorry” he whispers and kisses her head.

“Me too” she says suddenly, surprising him.

“I thought…”

“You should say that again when I’m more awake.

“Ok.”

“Goodnight Val.”

“Goodnight Jen. Sleep well.”

“Oh, I will.”

14. things you said at the kitchen table

15. things you said after you kissed me

16. things you said with too many miles between us

“There’s my beautiful queens face” Val says when their Facetime call finally connects.

“Val, I want to come home.”

“Jen, we knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“It sucks. Worse than I could have imagined it would be.”

“Lindsay has Sam. Witney has Carson. Emma and Sasha are both here. I hate that I don’t get to have you with me.”

“I’m sorry. At least you aren’t the only one.”

“What?”

“Well Hayley…”

“Oh. Right. But she’s much more used to it.”

“Has she given you any advice?”

“Not anything that’s helping.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, but sorry isn’t helping anything. Sorry doesn’t change the fact that we are way to many miles away. Sorry doesn’t make me not resent your Our Way tour that hasn’t even happened.”

“Jen.”

“That might be hard to hear bit it’s the truth. Hayley said to tell you the truth of how I feel.”

“Maybe not that harshly.”

“Sorry. I just, I really want you here.”

“I know. I would really like to be there.”

“So come.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not on this tour.”

“You don’t have to dance.”

“You know that wouldn’t last or go well with the fans.”

“Well they can suck it up because I need you.”

“Jen, rehearsals…”

“Can wait for a few days while you come visit me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Val, why did I say yes?”

“Because you came back to the show and…”

“Yea, yea. I know. That was the worst no of my life.”

“Coming back to the show?”

“No. Saying yes to the tour.”

“You aren’t having fun?”

“I mean, I am some of the time. Like when I’m dancing and meeting fans. The bus can be fun but I’m always looking for you. Everyone always gives me a sad look when I notice you aren’t there. The girls try to make special girl time but it’s just so Hayley, Brit, Sharna and I…”

“Jen. That’s not true.”

“Well it sure feels like it. I said once they should put all the couples on one bus so they can be all cute and cuddly together while the rest of us…”

“Jen.”

“It won’t happen anyway. Babe, I don’t know how much longer I can do this?”

“Do what?”

“Be on tour.”

“Jen.”

“Without you.”

“Maybe you can…”

“I don’t want to let the fans down but…”

“You are not quitting.”

“But…”

“We’ll make it through this. It’s not too much longer.”

“Yes it is.”

“Honey, once you get home, we won’t have to be apart anymore.”

“But that’s still so long away.”

“Not as long as it was at the beginning.”

“That’s not helping.”

“I’m sorry. What would help you?”

“Either you come here or me coming home.”

“Jen.”

“I’m serious Val. Either I come home or you come here. A week is all I ask.”

“One week?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. I’ll be there tomorrow. Where are you guys tomorrow?”

“Nashville before we go to Florida for the rest of the week.”

“Ok. I’ll meet you in Nashville”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome honey. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

17. things you said with no space between us

18. things you said that I wish you hadn’t

19. things you said when you were scared (Valenna)

20. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were (Valenna)

21. things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

22. things you said when we were on top of the world (Valenna)

23. things you said after it was over

24. things you said [make your own]

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William and the Wright twins had spent a long time speculating about who they would encounter when they walked into the HeroNet offices. They discussed a great deal of potential scenarios, and were still doing so as they entered the elevator. Would they find some cool heroes lounging around in the main room? Or maybe Echo Angel herself would be passing by and would greet them? They’d spoken so much about it, that they figured they had covered every scenario and would be fully prepared for whoever they encountered, and the twins would be ready for it and certainly not stuck standing there, gaping like fish and incapable of speaking because they were so amazed. They were ready.They expected everything.

Except Katherine.

She was the first person they saw when the elevator dinged open, her curly blonde hair and cheerful gait unmistakable. When she saw them, she waved and gave a goofy salute. “Oi, fancy seeing you here!” she called out, grinning. “Um… Hi? Why’re you here?”Percy asked. Lily glared at him from the corner of her eyes, but he could not understand why. “ Duh, I’m a superhero, obviously,” she exclaimed, posing heroically. “No, you’re not. You’re an acrobat,” William replied almost immediately, so that his friends would not be fooled by her. She snorted, dropping the pose. “Yeah, you’re right. Which is why I’m here. You kids already know my power is teleportation, so that makes being an acrobat a lot easier. You can do a great deal of stuff when you’re not afraid,” she said, poking William’s nose with a small smile, “ And I’m not afraid of heights, because I know if I fall, I can just teleport. Happens a lot when I’m practicing new things, and I come here… So that no one sees me teleport. Not that the people I work with don’t know that I can, because at this point I’m pretty sure everyone and their uncles know who I am and what was done to me, but… I just feel better when my colleagues don’t see me screw up and cuss and stuff.” “It makes sense, if you work with people, you’d want to show nothing but professionalism,” William said, nodding to his sister. “Yup! And when I get super angry, I can just beat up the training dummy. So it’s win-win! Also… Dad owes me dinner tonight. So that’s also a reason.” William had to stop himself from asking which of their dads owed her Dinner, as a joke of course, because he knew which one… But the other two still did not know about Bayesh, so he didn’t ruin the surprise for them, just in case he didn’t want others to know.

“And why’re you kids here?” She asked after a moment. “Looking around,” Lily said. “ I wanna meet heroes!” Percy said. “Explor- oh.” William stopped,as the two twins had begun to speak at the same time, making a mess of an answer. They looked to one another and gave a collective, sheepish laugh. Fortunately, Katherine seemed to have understood their cacophony of explanations, and waved to them to follow her. Three sets of eyes looked to one another questioningly,but followed as she walked down some hallways and into a large room.

Unlike most of the building that was brightly lit and white, this room had no windows, and had walls of a dark grey. There were but three doors into it, with the main one being heavy, large, and beneath a lit red light. The other two had signs indicating male and female (With a small sticky note beneath them both saying ‘and others’), for the change rooms. The entire left side was fitted with seats, and the rest of the room had control panels on the walls. Currently, only one person beyond the arriving children was inside, a black and white haired person, too preoccupied with throwing knives at some moving targets. “Trypptych,” Lily said, nudging her brother. He nodded, the corners of his mouth slowly splitting into a grin. A hero! A real hero, practicing! That was so exciting, he felt he could scream! But he wouldn’t, because they were evidently focusing and that could end badl- “Oi! Trypp!” Katherine called instead. A knife clattered to the floor as they jumped, and turned to them quickly. “Yeaaaah oh my gosh, hello William!” they exclaimed, and hurried over, abandoning the still moving targets and the fallen knife. They were nearly bouncing with excitement mirroring that of the twins. “Hi,” William said softly. “Oh, hi! I’m so happy to see you! How have you been? Are these your friends? They’re adorable, hello William’s friends, I’m Trypp! Although… I think you already knew that, but hi! Nice to meet you!” “Nice to meet you, I’m Percy!” “Wow. Can I have your autograph…?” Lily said, staring in amazement as she had been since they’d first bounded over. Wow. Trypp? She could hardly believe it, despite their conversations earlier about meeting everyone. She was starstruck… Until her brother chuckled and nudged her. “This is Lily. She likes you a lot,” Percy supplied. “Hello, miss Lily. I like you a lot, too. I don’t have a pen, though, otherwise I’d most certainly give you my autograph,” Trypp said, frowning. William held a finger up and dug in his backpack for a pen, and Lily grabbed her notebook. Trypp was more than happy to sign it, leaving a cute little happy face and encouraging words. Percy also grabbed his agenda and offered it to them hesitantly. “Someday, I’m going to be a cool hero, just like you,” he said as they were writing. They stopped, blinked, and wrote ‘I can’t wait to work with you!’ as well before handing it back, grinning. “Really? What are your powers?” Trypp asked. “Will and I both can move stuff with our minds,” he explained, then glanced over to his starry eyed sister who was staring at her journal. “And Lily can create plants or move them.” It did not seem that she was in any way capable of answering… He wasn’t even sure she was listening. “Moving things with your minds… What kind of things?” she asked. The two boys looked to each other and shrugged. “We haven’t… really determined the extent of our abilities. So far all I did was stop a falling box and make my laptop come to me.” “Biggest thing I’ve moved is Pierce. But he’s my adex so I dunno if that counts or not. I tried moving Lily once when she was hogging my chair but it didn’t work,” Percy said with a small chuckle. “Mm Well, practice makes powerful. Or at least, that’s what Bayesh always said,” Trypp told them, shrugging. Lily finally managed to shake out of her awestruck daze at the sound of her teacher’s name, and looked to Trypp with confusion. “You know Bayesh?” she asked. Behind her, Katherine made a face, and gestured to Trypp by swiping her hand near her neck. Though they tilted their head, Trypp seemed to understand. “Of course! We’re super good friends.I remember when they adopted the Kray kids, I brought William a bunch of old costumes from the circus to play dress up in, and a big cake!” they exclaimed, grinning. No mention of Bayesh’s past, and the twins were too distracted with something else to put two and two together. Their twos were different twos, and they equalled costume. Percy and Lily grinned that devious little grin of theirs, a sign of an idea shared by both. “Costumes, you say?” Said Percy. “ Don’t suppose you’d have any of those to spare? We wanna bring Will trick or treating but he doesn’t have anything to wear yet,” Lily added, standing with her legs and arms crossed, dainty and sweet as she did when she wanted something. Cuteness was a powerful tool, after all. Not that it was needed, because Trypp was more than happy to help, if the way their face lit up was any indication. “Do I? Oh, I’ve been waiting for this day for forever. I have a very special costume I’d been saving just for Will, hoping that maybe one day he’d get to go out and dress up and! I saw it, and I thought ‘oh man. This is perfect’! It’s- Drumroll, please-” she asked, and Katherine obliged by tapping on her little brother’s head, much to his dismay, “ A white werewolf! A white William Wolf! It’s an alliteration, so it has to be perfect.” The twins gave a small laugh, amused by the explanation. Trypp was very strange indeed, moreso than they had expected. To be honest, they found it more endearing and grounding. Trypp was an energetic goofball, a human just like them. They embodied kindness, helping people and encouraging them in a way that was all fun and laughter. Not some grandiose, condescending hero, but a gentle soul who was obviously doing this because they wanted to help.

“I think that’s a great costume idea, Trypp,” William replied, nodding to them, “Thank you for thinking about me.” “Don’t mention it! Halloween is my favorite time of year. It doesn’t make me feel sad like other holidays do… But! No sadness right now. No time for that, I have to go back to what I was doing!” “Training, even though you can’t possibly miss?” Katherine asked, crossing her arms. “I don’t understand why you bother when your powers are perfect accuracy.” Trypp tilted their head in an owlish fashion at Katherine’s comment. “No. My power is making hard-light constructs like Blaze. My accuracy is pure skill and practice,” they explained, blinking, “I was raised by Cirque Astera. I’ve been throwing things my whole life. Am I so good you thought it was a power?” they chuckled at the thought. It impressed the boys, but Lily was the one who really found it amazing. She held out her hands and concentrated really hard, first creating a vine that twisted until it was shaped kind of like a dagger. It had a sharp edge. That was all that counted. Forming it from nothingness left her gasping and panting, but she gave a small smile when she showed it to Trypp, their black and white eyes widening in amazement. “Yeah! Like that, but with light!” they exclaimed excitedly, jumping and applauding. Lily smiled more. The effort was certainly worth it, especially when Trypp reached for the vine dagger and threw it at one of the still moving targets, hitting it dead center even from the other side of the room. They blinked at it, and grabbed Lily by the arm. “Come on! I have a brilliant idea! We need to go to the recreation room, stat! There’s decorative flowers!” They exclaimed, and dragged Lily away. She waved to her brother and friend as they left. The two boys were left blinking, looking at each other, lost. They looked to Katherine, who also shrugged at them. “ You guys ever consider trying to play frisbee with just your powers?” She suggested. “No. But that sounds like fun,” William said, and Percy nodded. Katherine chuckled, and went to the storage boxes to find them a frisbee to play with. She sat on the stands and watched them fondly, joined by Shiiro and Kuroko. Eventually Kero walked in to find them, laughing and playing, and he waved Katherine over for dinner. She slipped away and let her little brother enjoy himself until his alarm rang, and everyone had to go home. But they all went home with smiles on their faces and, by the end of the night, the plants at the Wright house were all shaped into all kinds of different structures, getting better and better as they ascended the stairs.

#story of a hero #SOAH #soah7 #original story

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