#anyway yes please do go check blue lock out I assure everyone it's a cool af manga
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Anon said: i dont know what blue lock is but that art you just posted is making me interested lol
AHHHHH please getting people interested in it is all my life is about lately hahahaha it’s a sports manga about soccer! Kind of!! Definitely has all the good sides of sports manga, but it’s also different enough from the usual sports manga that I know people who aren’t huge sports manga fan who loved every second of it, please do give it a try if you find yourself with the time for it! It’s such a cool manga!!!
Anon said: I don't even like BNHA anymore, haven't for more than a year, but your blog still has me shipping the characters somehow. I live for your KiriBaku content (and your KamiJirou stuff, when you post it!)
Gosh, I’m glad I can make you like them still!! It’s such a compliment, honestly ;A; <3
Anon said: so i was looking through your art and stuff and was wondering "hey i wonder if theyve ever drawn voltron stuff" and tbh, i didnt expect you to have
To be fair, if you checked it means that at least a little you thought it was possible lol I haven’t watched anything past s1 of it though, so the chances of me ever picking it up again are less than zero
Anon said: You... are one of the loves of my life... and also the main reason I check tumblr everyday lol.
Anon!!! You’re gonna make me blush here!!!!! ;;;; thank you so much!
Anon said: i started reading bluelock because of u and now im obsessed soooo,,,,, thanks!❤️😭
SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!!!!
Anon said: Hii, do you have a Spotify account? If you do, can you share it? I really like the songs u use on your arts, and I would love to see your Playlists Sorry if it's already on your FAQ, I didn't find it And sorry for my bad English ps. I LOVE YOUR KIRIBAKU ARTS THANK YOU
I don’t! I listen to all my music from youtube, because I’m that kind of person lmao happy to hear we share music tastes, though! And thank you so much!!! <3
Anon said: What's your favorite arc of ToG both story wise and art wise?
SCREAMS I don’t know!!!! I’ve been thinking about this ask since getting it I have genuinely zero clue I love all arcs so much for so many different reasons!!!!! The first that comes to mind when I think about it is the workshop battle arc, because I love Viole with everything I have and the whole arc (plus the build up to it too!!) hurts in the most wonderful way, but then I keep thinking about it and I realize there’s so many character I live for that don’t appear in it - I love the floor of death arc SO MUCH cause for one, there’s nearly all my favorite characters in it, and also because it’s such a good, dynamic arc?? everything that happens is so much fun and interesting?? also Hockney is there, and Urek is there, and Garam is there, and the Hell Train gang is all there, so!! AH and the hell train as a whole is so damn good (the dallar show???? my whole soul rests in there, Khun’s trust in Bam!! the coin flip with rachel!! Bam’s whole everything!!!!!!!! GAH) but my fav part of it has to be the hidden floor?? because!!!!!! it’s perfect from start to end, everyone in it is wonderful, Bam’s growth in it!!! GODS! My favorite scene in the whole webtoon is in the hidden floor arc, it’s how much I love it - THEN THERE’S YAMA and the whole arc there is so so SO good too, and the latest arc!! how good is the latest arc!!!!!
so yeah I can’t pick - art wise I think it goes without saying that SIU’s art has only gotten better, so the closest to the newest update you go the more I like the art.... though, my favorite Bam is still the short haired one from the Hell Train arc haha
Anon said: Oh, wow, how stupid of me. Like 2 months ago, I sent you a message telling you how much I loved your work... and I didn’t see it on your page, or anywhere else. Finally today, I discovered I had an inbox where you answered me... 🤦♀️... I still love your work, by the way...
AHHH yeah I always answer off-anon asks privately! And thank you so much for still liking my things!!
Anon said: Have you read the last haikyuu chapter? How did you feel about it?
I’ve reread it at least twenty times and then I went and reread the whole of the last game again and it’s been three weeks and I’m still thinking about it more or less constantly and feeling giddy happy about everything that manga has ended up being, genuinely one of the best manga I’ve ever had the pleasure of following till the very end - that’s how I feel about it <3
Anon said: I really like looking at your art it’s so therapeutic it’s wonderful please keep drawing I want to support you on Kofi and patreon and yet I am broke please just know I love u very much ok bye
Ahhhh it’s okay anon! I try to keep as little completely unavailable for my followers as I can, and I’ll do my best to keep drawing! Can’t promise the fandoms will always be stuff you care about though haha
Anon said: This is my FAVORITE art blog. Is blog even a word that ppl use anymore?? Idk but anyways your kiribaku gives me life and cures my depression so ily and thank u
I’m so so happy to hear that! Thank you so much!!! TTATT <3
Anon said: just now realizing your oc looks like the human version of kamakiri
To be fair the only thing they have in common is the green mohawk, but I get where you’re coming from! I was very happy when Kamakiri’s official colors came out exactly cause he makes me think about my boy, after all xD my love for Kamakiri is definitely biased, in that sense haha
Anon said: Just wanted to let u know im very gay for ur oc giulia that is all thanks
Anon I’m gonna cry I’m so glad you like her!!!!!!!!!! She’s one of my oldest OCs out of that group, it’s always so thrilling to know people like her ;A; <3
Anon said: I really like how you draw kirishima’s hair
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I have a lot of fun with it, though it does mean it ends up being kinda off canon more often than not haha
Anon said: hi! just a random question but how’d you come up with your name?
Fran is my name! Erid comes from Eridan from homestuck! Art is what I try to do! And that’s the incredibly interesting story behind my screen name haha
Anon said: Heya, so i sent the ask about the person who i suspect either heavily referenced or traced your art (i sent another ask about this tho im not sure if it went through) anyway, it was posted by ****************** you'll know it when you see it i think
Ahhhhhh sorry for how long this took me to answer, I went to check and it’s!!! fine, I mean, would have preferred if they had credited but I don’t think it was completely traced so I don’t mind too much, I used to copy art of people I liked too back when I was first starting, after all haha
#fran answers#many chattering tonight#anyway yes please do go check blue lock out I assure everyone it's a cool af manga#long post#also spoilers for tog in one of the answers#i went off there hahaha
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S5 Ep6: Joey Wheeler is on Fire, Yet Again
Came down with a little sickness-not the biggie, just a little sly guy. But I took some meds, I’m a little floaty, I’ve only been listening to baroque music all morning for some reason? And I hate baroque music usually? But I’ll leave it to bro to tell me if this is fluid enough.
Just so you know, these caps were kind of a hot mess for a while and some of them read like that Garfield in of hot eat the food comic until...today. So pls don’t judge me, Judge my damn DMV where no one was following Covid regulations because I’m pretty sure that’s where I got this damn cold.
We start off with Roland getting more attention than he ever has in his entire life. Like honestly, I don’t know what Roland’s job really is...but he’s got a very diverse set of very useless skills. One of which, is knowing how to announce sports games that aren’t really a sport, while those games he’s announcing slowly fall into chaos.
Anyway, Roland’s taking so long cherishing his sweet time before everything goes to hell, that he’s boring Joey, who’s kinda turned into a ball of stress in the waiting room.
A lot of this episode is us watching them watching Joey having a break down moment by moment, TBH.
(read more under the cut)
Yugi telling Joey to study his cards and straight up--what?
Like at this point they know what’s on the cards, right? Like there comes a point where even Yugioh cards have a finite amount of words and I’m just going to assume that like...Joey probably knows them all in his own deck, right?
(bro note: they have no limit on what they will put on a card)
Then again, maybe Yugi doesn’t know what “study” means?
Also, appreciate how some artist crosshatched the hell on Joey’s nose there and I zoomed out and ruined it.
Now for some reason every duelist is hanging out in the duel lodge, including our current arch-villain guy who’s brought a book. I want to know what book this guy even reads so no one could suspect he’s actually a hacker who uses computers. He’s reading romance, right? And I don’t think he’d even be into Twilight, I think he’s straight up into hard core Mom romance like a lame ass Nicholas Sparks over there reading “Dear John” for the millionth time because he is completely un-phased by anything else happening in this room.
Joey, our hero, just out there being an asshole for no reason.
After Tea is pushed into a locker or something screaming about her need for female friends (which she screamed in earshot of Rebecca again, who I figured was on friends terms with her after last episode...but I guess not) Leon hops up to remind us that we should be caring about the fact that his character exists.
And like, I love Leon’s hair color--that’s a good choice, and legit that is the color I tried to dye my hair at the beginning of the epidemic (it didn’t work PS, my hair cannot take dye for the life of it) but also like...he just kinda feels like a weak Rebecca as far as characters go. He’s young, he’s good at cards...I think he goes to a private school? That’s all I can think of about Leon.
He mostly just reminds us that the big prize of this tourney is to duel Yugi, who anyone could have dueled at any point even without the tournament.
On the way out of the...duel room? lounge? Area? Joey decides to like...make peace with Zigfried, and I gotta tell you, I kinda have to side with Zigfried, because Joey spent the last ten minutes being a freak in the dressing room/lounge/bathroom and at one point looked like he was going to hold the entire locker room in a stranglehold.
I would also want some space from Joey Wheeler, is what I’m saying.
After insulting Joey’s style (which honestly, Joey...has a style? He pops his collar, that’s his entire style.) Zigfried assures us that Joey’s gonna lose and like...
...probably, right? Just looking at the plausible direction this season will go.
Anyway, Joey is such a mess (which is the theme of the episode, that Joey needs to learn to chill in order to win at card games) that Rebecca is like “I understand if all of you leave me to go help our poor baby Joey.” And no one felt bad for her.
Mokuba comes over to tell everyone all of the Kaiba family secrets because Mokuba has no filter.
Seto has devoted himself to staring at a computer screen for the rest of this episode. I guess he’ll put their names into Google, realize that social media hasn’t been invented yet, and then just lie his head down on the desk and take a power nap until the tournament is over. Much like I did after taking Dayquil this afternoon.
I like how Seto dressed for success and then locked himself in the server room for most of this arc so far. Maybe he’s just...really tired, I dunno. I don’t really blame the guy, he’s had a hard time.
And then Yugi was like “DAMN IT MOKUBA, JUST ONCE CAN YOU NOT INVITE THE ILLUMINATI???”
And we had a weird scene where Yugi just started talking to the ghost and it was while he was talking to everyone else, and the show didn’t treat it like that’s a weird thing to do...but it was a weird thing to do.
This show does that sometimes, where I guess they imply that Yugi’s Pharaoh conversations are split second conversations but...they’re not, right?
Also this chick ain’t gone yet, and Mokuba is just failing at his entire job for not zeroing in on vibes coming off this chick like stinky cheeseman.
So listen.
Did the Kaibas make like 3 types of Blue Eyes Caboose to one up Noah? Because Noah made one choo choo dragon, and then Mokuba and Seto were like “how dare” and then made sure that everyone ride every single version of the blue eyes caboose just to see how proud of them they were.
How many months of troubleshooting was the train? Like how long in development did Seto and Mokuba spend on these? A lot right? Like most of the time?
I did not check the subs to see if Roland said Jumping or Champion but I like to believe that Roland thought it was a cool new name he gave him.
Then these guys all showed up.
Hey so...can we talk seating arrangements?
Tea decided not to sit next to Yugi after complaining about not spending time with him for like how many episodes? Or was it too awkward to sit on top of what was probably Pharaoh?
Or did Mokuba go like “please, Tea, I cannot sit next to the others because I’m pretty sure one is a mole that is about to go cray” and was Tea like “Good, I need female friends, these ones are driving me crazy!” and then was Mokuba like peering desperately over the edge of his self made dragon train prison realizing he has to listen to Tea complain about boys for the rest of his ride across molten lava?
Headcanons abound about this weird seating arrangement that the animators drew for the reasons they did...but reasons I cannot fully understand. That and the Dayquil is making me overfixate on random stuff.
And also, Tea is kind of the Kaiba’s security’s understudy. Just there to always protect Mokuba with her ass because she’s the strongest woman alive.
PS I missed the tumblr wars because at the time I was trying to like...run a proper business on blogger. When Blogger died and I jumped over here it was like a weird ruin where everyone was like “tumblr is the most toxic place alive” and...I’ve had a really nice time here, actually. Completely missed that civil war period and I have no regrets.
Now I was there for the Petz wars (warz, I guess) where people were very militant about Petz abuse (abuze?) where apparently people were using the spray bottle on their catz too much and people were very, very upset about it to the point that they were like campaigning about it on their angelfire websites with the most bizarre grassroots campaigns that I still recall, to this day because they were like...well they looked like this:
PLAPA. Not only am I 100% positive that only this one guy ever called this movement PLAPA, but I’m 100% positive that not only are Catz not real people, but also this wasn’t actually happening and we never had any proof that it was. Either way, if people knew or suspected that you hadn’t deleted the spray bottle from your game (which at the time I had no idea how to do because I was a wee child) they would basically assume you were on a one way road to being a mass murderer in real life.
In real life we were 7 years old so like...thanks?
But that’s the closest I got to toxicity and at the time I was too young to make an email account and actually converse with these people. I was just there to download their Petz hexes, and I already made a post about how wonderful and incredible Petz Hexing was.
And y’all, I heard, just now after a little deep dive into the Petz Abuse debacle (which yes, is on the wiki), that apparently, like gardening, Petz Hexing came back in a big way during the epidemic--and I have found an active Petz forum in this the year 2021. The only problem is that I no longer remember how to use old timey forums...and I think I’m locked out of seeing most of these threads (and like this forum is so old I think I have to send them a letter in the physical mail to apply). But, I’m pretty sure they’re hosting a picture contest for who’s dogz poses the best. And I’m pretty sure someone created a hexxed Pickle Rick. Or it’s a photoshop that was made to look like a hexxed Pickle Rick.
Dammit why did it have to be Pickle Rick? That’s not worth re-installing Petz and getting it to run on Windows 10...
Guys is this the Dayquil? Is this really happening? I feel like I’m losing my mind for so many reasons...
Anyway, speaking about useless hexing it’s about time that our villain did something that was actually dangerous, so Zigfried decided to install a new virus that does more than turn off the lights. (it still turns off lights)
the Spreadsheet Virus!
Confounded by the spreadsheet software, it...um...it does this:
Straight up how does Excel make a volcano erupt? Is that why I have to pay for Microsoft office now?
All this because Joey made fun of Zigfried’s naturally pink hair? Which is the most normal hair on this series outside of like...Tristan?
Hey guys...Joey’s fine, right? Like how many times has Joey been on fire? And once in an iron cage next to like...a Fire Golem?
Joey’s fine.
MAN I miss Fire Golem. He had a good mug.
And then we just kinda watch chaos go across the park, chaos that includes: Too many ghosts in the haunted mansion (which honestly--you’ll get your money’s worth, sounds great!), the Ferris wheel goes kinda fast and thus might accidentally be fun, the lights turn off at some concert stage that only had 2 people on it (so it might just be motion detector lights and not even a virus), and um...literal fire and magma are going to set Joey Wheeler on fire.
Just...one of these events does not seem like the others. In fact most of these things sound like good improvements to the park and they should just hire Zigfried at this point.
Roland puts down his microphone and jogs across the stage, about a mile through the audience bleachers, and into the staff lounge, to go and bother Seto Kaiba, who is in a room that has a hi-def classical painting copy-pasted on the wall and I can’t look away from it.
I almost did a Google search on this painting but then thought better about it. There’s like...a billion classical paintings that look exactly like this, and they wouldn’t use like a Monet, they would have to do something that’s harder to catch to avoid copyright issues (because yes, even old ass paintings have copyright issues, but no one tell NFT’s which are going to be so freakin screwed and was such a bad idea, that I can’t even start).
Anyway, I have no idea who it is and it is legitimately driving me up a wall, but I’m on too much meds to do the effort of putting it in a reverse google image search.
Plus, a reverse google image search would only pull up Seto Kaiba.
So Kaiba takes us on a little flashback to his weird ass past, a weird ass past that just...doesn’t follow any of the established timelines, but I assume was shortly after adoption but before Seto got into a phase where he wore his school outfit everywhere and tried to shove his MMO off onto his Dad as a business model.
Seto is like 8 for some reason. I don’t know why, they kinda drew him younger this season anyway, like maybe they got a lot of fan mail and realized “Hey I think we made the 16 yo boy too sexy?” And they just toned Seto the hell down. That, and it’s a different animation team, and maybe they looked at Seto’s character design and were like “we don’t get paid enough to draw this well.” So...since Seto actually looks like a teen again, I guess his 12 year old self has to look like he’s in Elementary school.
Also, I only recognized this, because at some point in S3 as I was roasting Noah Kaiba’s weird fashion:
I remember distinctly roasting that little bow tie. I don’t remember when I wrote it, I think there was a version of this outfit that was in color...but I don’t remember where.
Anyway, it’s not the same jacket...but man that’s kind of awkward, ya? Like the maid who dressed Mokuba deffo got fired?
He um.
Turned the lights off a little bit.
Guys this villain is like...
...why does he think lights are scary? Like look at little Seto here. The boy is already bored. Seto duels on the edges of cliffs...he doesn’t care about the freakin dark.
We had a guy who killed everyone on the planet last season, and this season we have a little fashion gremlin standing in the corner and flicking the light switch going “wooooo you never catch me!” and it’s like...
...I’m starting to think this guy isn’t a witch.
Like we’re at Episode 6, there’s still time for this guy to be a witch...but I really am starting to think this guy is just...straight up not a witch. It’s everything Seto wanted, a rival who isn’t a freakin magic person...and sets Joey only fake on fire instead literally on fire like last time...
and Seto is just completely unhinged by it.
Anyway, I’m off to go drink a bowl of soup and pass out. If you’re new here, this is a link to read these in chrono order.
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
#yugioh#yu gi oh#ygo#S5#Ep6#Yugi Muto#Seto Kaiba#Joey Wheeler#Tea Gardner#Tristan Taylor#Mokuba Kaiba#zigfried von schroeder#rebecca hawkins#I talked about catz again#leon#but not the kings of leon guy#I mean he could be
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Second Chances - Part I
by mrandmrswales (Emily) / August 23. 2013
This is slightly different to what I normally write but I’m quite proud of it so far! There should be another part to it, as its quite a long fanfiction. Thank you to the lovely Maria for helping me with the title, I was stuck about this but I think it fits nicely. Anyway, don’t forget to give me feedback and I hope you like reading it! (This is all fiction)
The first thing that 19 year old Catherine Middleton saw when her lids fluttered open that first morning was the sight of rain pouring down outside the thin glass window. The trees swayed vulnerably under the force of the cruel wind. Kate let out an inaudible groan and squeezed her eyes shut again, imagining that the rain and wind were nothing but the soundtrack to a typical morning at home. The previous night had been a haze of plane flights and driving through rocky terrain until a cluster of cabins had loomed out of the night. Kate and about 20 others had been herded from a car and split into one of the many cabins, males one way and females the other. By that point, everyone’s eyelids had been drooping and sleep had been a welcome relief.
‘All right everyone up!’
A shrill voice echoed through the hut and several loud groans echoed across the room. Kate grinned at the sound, remembering the fuss that would occur in the mornings at boarding school. She pulled herself up off the floor, her back protesting at the night slept on the floor. Her body would have to get used to it, she had 10 weeks left of this.
Half an hour later, the women were herded out of the hut, across the wet, cold yard and into a small kitchen. A huge vat of porridge bubbled on the small cooker and roughly 10 boys sat bleary eyed at a long bench while many more were gathered in a parallel room to be briefed by the other guides. A couple of hushed whispers and giggles erupted from behind Kate and she turned back to see the source.
‘Oh my god!’
‘I can’t believe it’s really him!’
Kate rolled her eyes and turned to sweep her gaze across the bench, her eyes eventually settling on a young man with familiar eyes and a mob of blonde hair. It was no other than Prince William.
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‘Hi I’m Will.’
‘Kate. Pleased to meet you.’ William met her gaze from under his blonde mop of hair and smiled bashfully. Kate turned to the sink to hide the sudden blush creeping up her neck.
‘Shall we get started?’
‘Yep. What needs to be done?’
‘I think the dishes and then the cutlery.’ Kate said, her gaze sweeping over the pile of dirty plates beside the two tiny sinks. Outside the window, the sun swept its golden rays from over the distant hills and the sound of their friends laughing and chatting filled their ears. ‘Let’s get it done shall we?’ Kate said at the envious look on William’s face.
‘So…um, where abouts do you live?’ William asked racking his brain for conversation starters. Kate smiled.
‘I live in a village called Bucklebury in Berkshire.’ She replied softly. ‘You live in London I suppose?’
William shrugged, ‘Yeah, but I also live in Scotland I guess. I go there quite a lot.’
‘Ah nice. I love Scotland.’ Kate replied with a reassuring smile.
William grinned, happy to have a mutual interest at last. ‘Yeah. It’s always been my sanctuary because the paps can’t get to us there.’ He replied casually and Kate shot him a glance. The idea of being chased around by strange men seemed absurd, but to him it was presumably normal.
‘What’s it like being royal?’ She asked suddenly, blushing furiously at his amused look. ‘Sorry..I..that was an odd question.’ She muttered, but William shook his head, turning back to the dish he was drying.
‘It’s just something that I’ve always been aware of. Mum always kept Harry and I grounded but the idea of being King always hung over me. I’m different, but I have always resented being so. The paparazzi make it harder of course because nothing is ever private to them.’ Kate smiled sympathetically.
‘I can’t pretend to know what it feels like to have old men chasing you around but I can guess. It must be really ghastly.’
‘Yeah it’s pretty bad. It makes finding girlfriends or making friends hard because they’re never afraid to hunt them down and find every last detail about them.’ William sighed and moved onto the next plate. Kate tutted and did the same, shooting glances at his hunched frame and floppy blonde hair. The idea of having a casual conversation with the future King of England at a sink in Chile seemed almost dream-like and unimaginable, but to her surprise it was so normal. He was just like any other 19 year old boy except slightly more experienced in life’s hardships.
‘So what university are you going to go to after the summer?’ She asked flippantly. William grimaced and opened his mouth to speak.
‘Oh I’m-’
‘KATE?!!! CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE? MARK HAS SPILT WATER ON YOUR JUMPER!’ William was interrupted and Kate groaned.
‘Excuse me.’ She said and rushed from the room, William shooting an amused glance at her as she hurried from the room.
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It was a crisp, cool morning as Kate left the cabins to make her way down to the woods where she was to chop wood with William. Dew shone like diamonds over the springy grass and the mist hung over the trees, cloaking the area in grey. The hill was steep and wet as Kate tentatively made her way down towards where William stood, already chopping wood. He looked up as she approached
‘Hello again, you and I always seem to be together!’ He grinned ‘Come to check I’m chopping right?!’
‘Yeah, Kirsty said she didn’t trust you not to accidentally chop your arm off’ Kate replied with a chuckle. William’s face twisted into mock hurt and he handed her an axe.
The two began chopping in contented silence, the sound of birds chirping joyfully and wood splitting under the blow of metal being the only noises that filled the valley. Kate looked up through her fringe at William, admiring the concentration on his young face, every now and again reaching to sweep a lock of golden hair away from his face. He looked at her suddenly and she blushed.
‘Admiring my talent at chopping wood?!’ He teased and Kate laughed.
‘Most definitely. One might even think you did it as a professional’ William tutted but smiled all the same.
‘So tell me about yourself. Do you have any brothers or sisters?’
‘I have a younger sister and brother called Pippa and James. Pippa and I are very close because were quite close in age, whereas James is quite a bit younger than me. I love him very much though, although he does drive me mad sometimes! Although, Pippa drives me more mad! She knows how to wind me up better than anything.’
William smiled ‘Care to share how?’
‘That would be telling!’ The two’s eyes held each other’s for a moment and Kate felt a small blush creeping up her neck.
‘So.’ She said suddenly, shaking her head free from thoughts of drowning in his clear blue eyes. ‘You just have Harry? You get on well?’
‘Oh yes, Harry is one of my best friend. He, like your sister loves to wind me up though. Especially in public when I can’t do anything about it! Ever since Mum…died. We’ve been very close. I was the one that…told him.’ William’s eyes shadowed over and his face became sad, almost vulnerable. Kate said nothing, averting her eyes so as to give him a moment. She had never dreamt that she would ever hear William talking so openly to her of all people about his mother, one of the most famous women who ever roamed the earth and was so dear to him.
Before she could stop herself she blurted out ‘I can’t even imagine how hard that must have been.’
William looked at her and she saw his eyes soften slightly as they roamed over her. ‘It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. It tore him apart, and even to this day I’m the only one who ever truly knows how badly it did. You don’t recover from something like that.’
‘No.’ Kate said softly and stepped forward so she was level to him.
‘I miss her so much’ He whispered, his eyes locking with hers.
‘Your mother would be so proud of everything you’ve done. You’ve been a fantastic brother to Harry and you’ve held yourself together. That’s more than some people could do. She replied softly.
He looked at her for a moment ‘You’re a special girl Kate.’
‘I like to think so.’ Kate replied jokingly and he grinned, the sadness broken.
‘Shall we play a game?’
‘A game?’
‘Yeah. How about 21 questions? So I can really get to know you.’
Kate laughed ‘Go on then, but I can assure you I’m a very boring person.’
‘No more boring than me. Right, first question: How old were you when you had your first kiss?’
’16.’
What’s your favourite food?
‘Aw that’s a hard one. Umm… I’m going to go with my mum’s spaghetti bolognaise.’
‘Good answer. What’s one of your most embarrassing moments?’
‘The time I accidentally flashed my ‘behind’ at my housemistress. We used to do it at the boys and she walked in one time. Oh God it was so embarrassing.’
William laughed ‘Right, question number four: What is it of me that you like the most?’
‘Your eyes.’
William raised his eyebrows ‘anything else while we’re at it?’
‘Shut up and ask me the next question!’
‘All right! Favourite sport?’
‘Hockey’
‘Favourite item of clothing?’
‘My little black dress.’
‘What do you want to be when your older?’
‘I still don’t know. Something to do with fashion I think.’
‘Favourite colour?’
‘Blue.’
‘Favourite movie?’
‘Ummm. Probably-’
‘CATHERINE?!’
Kate jumped and William turned around. Kirsty, their activities leader stood at the top of the hill. ‘YOUR NEEDED UP HERE PLEASE! IS THE WOOD ALL CHOPPED?’
‘YES! JUST COMING’ Kate shouted back and began to gather her wood together. ‘Guess we’ll have to finish this another time.’
‘Guess so. Well see you later, I’ve just got a bit to go.’
‘Okay.’ Kate smiled and tore herself away, reluctantly heading back to camp, cursing whoever it was that needed her.
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‘Good Morning everyone, today is the day when you meet the children at the nursery for the first time! Now you all have had training the last few days so you know what you’re doing. Just have fun and be gentle with them, particularly you lot!’ Kirsty their trainer said with a laugh, pointing at the men who were listening to her with huge grins on their faces.
Kirsty continued, Kate and the others listening intently to their team leader as she ran them through the details of the school day. Kate had been looking forward to doing this rather than just doing activities at the camp as she loved children. From across the circle of people, she caught William’s eye and he grinned cheekily at her. The two had grown close as they were often thrown together in activities such as hunting, chopping wood or just washing up. She had even heard William say he preferred her company to some of the other girls who did nothing but ogle him or giggle when he spoke. All in all however, they all got on well and had become fast friends. Kate had grown close to many of the women and men, some older, some younger. William had become her closest confidant and the longer she spent in his company, the more Kate was beginning to fall for him. She had tried not to, especially as she knew he wouldn’t like her back like that. However, unfortunately when it came to love, logic never came into it. Kate stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to listening to Kirsty, trying to ignore the tingly feeling in her stomach from his smile.
Kate watched with a huge grin on her face as Will and Mark Turner careered around the patio with two 3 year old boys on their shoulders. A huge amount of noise was coming from all four and Kate and the other volunteers were all watching and laughing as the boys screeched with joy. The last two hours had been spent teaching the children to read and spell, with time imbetween for playing. The children were all very sweet and Kate had started to fall in love with several of the little girls who insisted on playing hairdressers with her long hair. Kate was about to turn back into the classroom to continue the English lesson she was teaching when William glanced up and grinned at her from underneath a lock of blonde hair. Immediately, a shiver ran down her spine and she smiled dreamily back. Beside her, her friend Ellie looked suspiciously at her. Kate caught her eye and blushed.
‘What?’
‘You’re not falling for him are you?’ She whispered back, concern mingling with amusement.
‘What? No of course not. He’s like my best friend!’
‘Yeah, but that look you just gave him was hardly platonic.’
‘Oh come on Ellie, he’s good looking but I don’t like him like that.’
‘Me thinks the lady doth protest too much’
Kate tutted and turned away, not wanting Ellie to figure out the truth from the blush on her cheeks. She knew it was ridiculous and she would get over him but in all honesty, she knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. She just hoped he would realise or even return her feelings.
‘Perhaps tonight at the salsa dancing he will whisk you onto the dance floor and kiss you passionately!’ Ellie whispered again. Kate snorted and returned her eyes back to where William was now cuddling several youngsters, however Ellie’s words niggled in her head. Maybe tonight was the night.
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Kate shivered and warmed her hands over the roaring bonfire, captivated by the different colours dancing together in harmony. Beyond it, shadows of her friends illuminated against the night sky by the flames showed their bodies, dancing in harmony to the music that roared through the village. Laughter filled the air, partly to do with the alcohol supplied to them by the villagers and partly to do with the Salsa dancing, many partook in. Turning her head to the left slightly, she caught sight of William, leaning against the wall of a little hut, casually holding a glass of local beer. His deep laughter sent a shiver down her spine which she revelled in momentarily before chastising herself for allowing him to have that effect over her. Standing in front of him in a casual stance, stood Hilary Castle; her blonde hair glowing in the light of the fire and her lithe body leaning into him. She watched with jealousy as he dipped his head closer to her to hear what she was saying before laughing again, throwing his head back in mirth while his blue eyes twinkled. Unable to watch any longer, Kate stood up and wandered over to where the salsa dancing was taking place. Within minutes she was thrust into the arms of a slightly drunk village boy, the music running through her as she allowed her inhibitions to leave her.
It took one glance over to ruin the evening for Kate. All of a sudden, the warm tingly feeling from the dancing and the alcohol and the laughter left her. She felt numb, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight of his lips moving over hers, their bodies pressed against the wall in eagerness and the glass of beer abandoned on the floor at their feet, its contents leaking over the grass. The shrieks of laughter from her drunk companions only reminded her that what alcohol she had consumed was not enough to numb the pain of him kissing someone else. Extracting herself from her partner’s iron grip, she hurried over to the bar and grabbed a glass of something.
‘You okay?’ Kate jumped and whirled around to face a young local. He had large brown eyes and floppy hair. He grinned at her ‘I’m Marcos’, holding out his hand to shake hers. Then, he pointed to the large glass she was about to knock back. ‘Do you just want to get really drunk or is there something wrong?!’ He asked, sounding amused. ‘That stuff is strong.’
‘Oh. Well…I just. Um.’ Kate stuttered, her brain refusing to form coherent thoughts. Then, on seeing his kind expression, sunk into the chair next to him and buried her head in her hand. ‘To be honest, I just want to block out the image of the guy I like snogging the face off someone else.’
‘Ahh.’ He replied, and took a measured sip of his drink. ‘Guy troubles.’ Kate nodded and gave a muffled sniff. ‘Well I know the perfect way of clearing your head.’ Kate looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
‘What would that be? And don’t say Salsa dancing, I’m really not in the mood.’
He chuckled. ‘Salsa dancing, when done with a professional, is very sexy. It looks fantastic and is perfect for getting back at him. You don’t have to do much, leave it up to me. All you have to do is look interested in me, laugh and smile and he will be fuming.’ He replied, puffing out his chest proudly. ‘Come on!’
Kate hesitated. She didn’t want to be petty, but it did sound perfect at showing him she didn’t care. Plus it would save her from disgracing herself tonight and ending up with a colossal hangover in the morning. Giving him her hand, she allowed herself to be pulled from the chair and into the open, next to the roaring fire.
Kate was vaguely aware of the noise surrounding her as they cheered her and Marcos on. The music fired through her veins, stronger than what alcohol could have done. His arms around her were like an iron vice, but were gentle at the same time. Their hips moved in unison and his eyes bored into hers. If she didn’t know that the look on his usual cheeky face was for effect, she would think that he was a passionate lover. He spun her around, flipped her upside down and lifted her to the sky, all the while; never leaving her eyes. She played her part, laughing and smiling, although it didn’t take long for it to become natural rather than forced. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw William, watching. His features knitted together in a conflicted expression while Hilary stood beside him, cheering them on like the rest of the blurred faces around the campfire as she passed them. Marcos let out a small smile every time he saw her eyes dart away from his to see William.
‘It’s working’ He murmured, flipping her down again suddenly, a shriek of laughter escaping her lips as he did so.
The evening ended with them all singing around the fire, most very drunk by now. Kate herself was feeling a bit woozy, having had a few drinks with Marcos afterwards. She had caught William watching her, even so with his arm draped around Hilary, a woozy smile on his face and his usually clear blue eyes hazy. She ignored him, hoping that maybe he would see how much he had hurt her. Surely he knew that she liked him? Perhaps he didn’t. Kate had pushed that thought out of her head. Practically everyone else knew she liked him, surely he did too?
Kate collapsed into bed that night feeling happier than she had in days. Slowly the sounds of singing quietened down, and one by one, everyone had fallen into a contented sleep. Kate slept soundly, a small smile still playing on her lips. William however, lying next door, lay awake, the images of Kate pressed against another man with a huge smile on her face flashing through his mind, mingling with the ones of his lips pressed against Hillary’s. Confliction ran through him, was it possible he liked Kate? She was his best friend…but what about Hilary? He knew he liked Hilary also. Kate couldn’t possibly like him, he thought. Eventually William fell into a troubled sleep, alcohol numbing his thoughts.
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Kate let out a huge yawn as she made her way to the kitchen the following morning for breakfast. Truth be told she had a little headache, but nothing compared to what it could have been if Marcos hadn’t stepped in when he did. Wondering if there was some porridge, she opened the door and entered the small, messy kitchen. Her heart sank as she saw the one person she really didn’t want to see sat at the large table in the middle. He looked tired and was gulping down a cup of coffee. He looked up as she entered and smiled nervously.
‘Morning Kate’
‘Morning’ she replied, ‘Is there any porridge going?’
‘Yeah it’s on the stove’
Kate helped herself, trying to ignore the tense silence that passed between them. It made her sad, she didn’t want their friendship compromised. She smiled at him as she took a seat opposite him.
‘You look tired’ She commented as he knocked back the dredges of coffee from his mug. He shrugged.
’Yeah. Last night was quite wild.’
Kate nodded, her lips set in a tight line before she began to eat her porridge.
William lifted his head up from where they had previously been staring into his coffee cup and his blue eyes held hers for a few magical seconds.
‘What do you think of Hilary? Is she as nice as I think she is?’ He asked, trying to make light of the awkward situation.
‘Yeah, she’s lovely. Had a crush on you for ages. She wouldn’t shut up last night!’ Kate chuckled, but it sounded hollow and empty, a shell of its previous self.
William nodded nervously and opened his mouth to speak when the door flew open and William was interrupted. Hilary entered, in all her shining glory, her blonde hair done in a French plait and a tight white top highlighting her curves.
‘Morning!’ She chirruped loudly, settling herself next to William ‘How did you sleep Wills? Hope you spent all night dreaming about me like I did!’ Kate struggled to hold in a wince as she laughed loudly, flipping her hair back and thrusting her chest out.
William smiled, ‘Of course. Who could forget about you?’ Kate’s wince was even more obvious than before and Hilary turned to her, her eyes narrowed
‘Is something the matter? Your ruining the atmosphere between me and my boyfriend’ She announced to which Kate laughed hollowly.
‘Boyfriend? So shoving your tongue down a practical stranger’s throat one evening suddenly means you’re together does it?’ Kate stood up suddenly, picked her bowl up and dumped it loudly in the sink. ‘I’ll be in the village if you need me’ and swept out, leaving William and Hilary staring in astonishment after her.
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Hi Kate,
Pippa here! I miss you lots but I’m sure you’re really enjoying yourself out in Chile! I can’t believe that Prince William is in the same place as you!! You will have to tell me ALL the gossip when you get back! My friends and I are seriously jealous of you! A-Levels are as tiring as always, even more so without you to help me! I broke up with Louis and I really wish you were here to give me advice. It sucks but I’ll get over it. I felt it best as he’s leaving for Australia in a few weeks. Do you have your eye on someone? I bet you do! Anyway, Mum wants to add a note on so I’d better finish! Write back soon okay?
Lots of Love
Pippa. Xxx
Darling Kate,
I hope you’re doing well, I’ve been checking the weather forecast every day to see that you will be okay. You’re in for a bit of nice weather for a while so that will be nice. Thank you for the lovely letter you sent a few weeks ago, it sounds lovely out there. We miss you so much, James and Daddy send their love. James is in the middle of his exams so high tension running through the house on weekends! Pippa tells him to stop worrying but you know how hard it is for him! I miss being able to talk to you about things darling but I suppose I’d better get used to it since you will be off to University soon! Must end now darling as I’m running out of space. All my love and kisses
Mummy xxx
Kate smiled in amusement at her sister’s chatty expressions as she wandered away from the tiny post office in the village. Some of her anger and upset had cleared on receiving her letter and the sun shining made her feel brighter.
‘Hello again’ Came a familiar voice behind her and she spun around to face Marcos, his dark eyes dancing and his hair messy. ‘How’s your head?!’
Kate grinned despite herself, his smile was infectious. ‘Not too bad. Although watching Hilary and William snog over breakfast didn’t help my mood.’ Marcos frowned sympathetically
‘Not even the sexy salsa with a dashing signor helped?’
‘No.’ Kate sighed and began to walk, him trotting beside her as they made their way to the local crafts shop.
‘He’s an idiot then.’
‘No he’s not’ Kate replied before she could stop herself.
‘So are you.’ He said, rolling his eyes. ‘Come on’ and he grabbed her arm and herded her into the shop.
Half an hour later, Kate and Marcos came out of the shop, giggling happily about nothing. Kate felt considerably brighter than she had since she woke up and having bought a few goods for her family had cheered her up.
‘Don’t look now.’ Came Marcos’ voice suddenly, breaking into her thoughts as they made their way back through the village towards the cabins. Kate lifted her head and her eyes scanned the area, falling on the sight of two lovers kissing against a tree. She giggled,
‘Why? It’s cute, they’re just kissing!’
‘No really. Don’t look Kate. It’s William and little miss leave-me-alone-to-snog-my-stranger-boyfriend.’ Kate’s heart plummeted into her stomach and she averted her eyes.
‘Lets go the other way’ She mumbled, but Marcos grabbed her arm and looked at her, his eyes blazing.
‘No. were going to walk right on past.’
‘Oh do we have to?’
‘Yes.’ And with that, he began to drag her up the path towards where they stood, arms entwined and heads bent.
She thought she’d made it past without either noticing, the cabins were so close and she was nearly there-
‘-Kate?’ She winced and turned apprehensively around
‘Yes?’
William was looking up at her, his hair messy and a guilty look on his face. Hilary stood beside him, also slightly rumpled and her lips swollen. William stepped forward
‘Are you okay? You seemed a bit upset this morning.’
‘Oh yes I’m fine! Absolutely smashing.’ She said cheerfully, desperately trying to keep sarcasm out of her tone. “There’s nothing like watching the guy I’m in love with snogging the face of someone else three times in the space of 24 hours” She thought.
William didn’t look convinced and opened his mouth to speak when Hilary stepped forward. She looked a little put out.
‘William. I know she’s your best friend but is there really any need to waste any more of our time together worrying about her? I mean she looks fine to me! Excuse us Kate, my boyfriend and I have some business to attend to.’ She said, a smug look on her face as she finished. She grabbed William’s arm at which he suddenly looked very irritated. Kate ground her teeth together and turned to leave
‘Come on Marcos. Let’s get a drink.’
Marcos nodded obediently and hurried after her, concern etched on his tanned face as she stormed off, all the while William staid rooted to the spot, watching her leave.
to be continued…
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Feral Angel
Warren x reader (Racc)
this is my real first time writing anything like this at all so its going to be really crappy and flawed... so please be mean
TW: Mentions death
(y/n) has always been kinda feral growing up, having her fathers raccoon mutation giving her raccoon ears and tail and ability to hear and smell things like a raccoon and even the signature raccoon black mask you see every raccoon born with, her mother being human no one knows where her reality manipulation comes from, perhaps she accidentally grew another mutation?
After an accident with some boys she got in a fight with causing her to discover her reality manipulation power, her brother hesitantly sent her to Xaviers School for the Gifted, with a heavy heart and bag packed, (y/n) bid her brother adieu.
Her first step in, (y/n) is immediately greeted by Hank McCoy
“Hello, you must be (y/n) (y/l/n), I’m Hank McCoy, I am a teacher here and will be giving you your orientation tomorrow but for today I hope you have a relatively easy time settling in-“
(y/n) is immediately mesmerized by his fluffy blue furry face, in the middle of him explaining everything she immediately just pets his face and immediately Hank grabs (y/n)’s hands
“Please don’t do that.. ever again..”
“Oh ok sorry ._.”
“Well anyways for now I will hand you over to another one of our members here, Ororo, she will be showing you your way to your room”
Hank then passed (y/n) along to Ororo to show her to her room.
“This your first time living away from home?” asked Ororo trying to be friendly with (y/n)
“Oh! Uh, yea.. kinda.. I would travel with my brother a lot when I was younger so I lived in a van for a little bit but that was fun”
“You ever live apart from your brother?”
“No...” answered (y/n) a little nervously
“Well this place can be as homely as you make it to be” Ororo assures her
Finally coming up on (y/n)’s new room for the next 3 years or so Ororo opens the door to reveal her new room, her boxes she had sent a week earlier were sitting in the corner ready for her to unpack
“I know it can be intimidating here at first but you’ll soon come to adjust to life here.” Ororo reassured (y/n)... again
Ororo left (y/n) to unpack and settle in for her first night, she noticed she wasn’t sharing her room with anyone
Great, away from home and alone, this is already shaping to be a great new life...
Not even touching one of her packed boxes a baseball crashes through her window
“WHAT THE F*CK!!” (y/n) immediately exclaimed
She ran up to the window dodging the broken glass on the floor even though she was barefoot, looking for who threw the baseball
She immediately saw him, tall, broad, intimidating, and metal wings. He was the only one with a bat and the only one looking in her direction, he immediately ran inside, presumably heading to her room. 7 minutes later the tall metal winged angel shows up at her door
“Aww jeez.. sorry ‘bout that, here, I’ll take my ball back... and I’ll tell someone u need a new window..”
“DUDE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU’RE AIMING WITH THAT THING, YOU’RE LUCKY I WASN’T STANDING IN FRONT OF MY WINDOW OR ELSE ONE OF US WOULD NOT BE STANDING RIGHT NOW!!” (y/n) angrily yelled at the angel boy
“Dude! I said I was sorry! Just give me back my ball ok?”
“UGH, fine take your stupid ball and watch where you’re aiming next time, GOD!”
Angrily, (y/n) slammed her door in the angel boys face.
“Man who the hell- UGH!”
Not even a full hour here and my window is shattered and there’s glass all over my floor! This is ALREADY shapping up to be a GREAT TIME
Meanwhile on the other side of the door
“Ugh! I said sorry!” angel boy grumbled walking away
(y/n) sweeps up the broken glass on the floor and throws a blanket over her broken window
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Having unpacked 3 of her 5 boxes, (y/n) decides to call it a night and decided to finish tomorrow considering her classes start on tuesday and it was saturday
“Whew! Well the glass is cleaned up, window is... handled.. for now, 60% of my stuff is unpacked-”
A loud growl emitted from (y/n)’s small raccoon stomach
“well... guess i should go eat something then.. what time is it?.. 9:30??!? Jeez where does all my time go??”
Realizing how tired she is, she slowly makes her way to the dorm kitchen and hears someone already in there
Who is in here at 9:37 at night?.... besides me
She turns the corner and see’s who exactly is in the kitchen at 9:37 at night, angel boy
He turns around the second (y/n) enters the kitchen and both lock eyes immediately and both go “Ugh.”Neither saying anything, (y/n) begins making herself a pb and j and chips
“....”
“....”
“You mind passing me a knife?” (y/n) hesitantly asked noticing he was standing in front of the silverware drawer
Both staring each other dead in the eyes, angel boy slowly moved from in front of the silverware drawer not passing her a knife. Ugh, still maintaining eye contacts and squinting both giving each other death stares (y/n) slowly grabs a knife from the drawer
“Thanks.. a lot”
“Don’t mention it”
Continuing making her sandwich neither still talking
“So... I told the repair guy you needed a new window and he said he’ll be able to put a new one in on Monday”
“That’s the earliest??”
“No, the earliest was tomorrow but you were being a dick”
“God, you know, for an angel you’re an asshole you know that”
“I’m not an angel”
“Explains the wings and attitude”
Both still at each other’s throats, (y/n) realized she was not making anything better so she decided to try and de-escalate the situation
“Well anyways... I’m (y/n) (y/l/n)” (y/n) said holding out her hand for a handshake
“Warren Worthington” shaking her hand
“So... can you talk to raccoons? or find cool shit in dumpsters?”
“No and dumpster diving isn’t my mutation, I can hear and smell things like a raccoon can and just recently discovered I also have reality manipulation.”
“Reality manipulating raccoon girl huh? that must be a combo everyone’s surprised to hear”
“I don’t tell everyone, unlike you, I can hide my mutation”
“Why do you want to hide your mutation, and how do you hide your eye mask?”
“To avoid problems with people, and i use concealer”
“What kind of problems?”
“The bad kind”
“Why don’t you just fight them?”
Jesus who is this guy, an investigator??
“For an angel boy you sure ask a lot of questions”
“Not an angel”
“You’re right.. for a pigeon you ask a lot of questions”
“And for a trash panda you have a lot of snide remarks”
Again at each other’s throats, both finish their food and go to bed
“Jesus what a first day away from home, I’ll have to ask that repair guy if he can still give me a new window tomorrow” (y/n) said to herself in the comfort of her own room... alone..
One day down... countless more to go...
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After her orientation with Hank, (y/n) decided to take a stroll through the mansion to familiarize herself even more with the mansion more
(y/n) glossed through the library, sped through the classrooms, peeked in the chemistry lab, she had already been at the kitchen and her hallway, she didn’t feel the need to check out the other hallways. She did however want to checkout the attic since the basement was essentially off limits to students.
Finally making it to the attic, she took a liking to the relaxing atmosphere. I could get used to the atmosphere up here, she thought to herself
(y/n) staring the window, taking a moment to herself to think. The hatch on the floor then opening up “Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone would be up here..,” (y/n) looked over to see Warren
“Oh, no it’s fine, I’ll leave if you wanna be up here... alone” (y/n) offered, “No no I’ll just find some place else to-“
“Well it’s not like I own the attic”(y/n) joked trying to let Warren stay upstairs
“Uh.. yeah ok, I guess” Warren slowly making his way back up the ladder “I just come up here to read sometimes”
“What do you read?” (y/n) asked trying to spark some small talk
“Mostly Cult of Raven or Stephen King”
“Stephen Kings that guy who wrote that one story about that hotel right with those twins in the hallways saying ‘Come play with us,’ right?”
“The shining?”
“Is that what it’s called?”
“Yea”
“Then yes”
“You don’t read Stephen?” Warren asked engaging in the small talk
“I don’t read a whole lot in general” (y/n) admitted “Got any recommendations?”
Warren pulling out ‘Monkeys Paw’, handing it to (y/n)
“What’s this about” she asked curiosly
“Basically the term ‘you get what you wish for’ taken to the extreme”
“Ah, okay” (y/n) the. beginning to read along with Warren
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Not even a full 3 minutes passed before Peter came running up to the attic hiding from someone
(y/n) and Warren both looking at him confused, “What the bell? Peter? What’re-“ Peter cutting him off
“Ok ok ok promise not to say anything to Jean?” Peter begged
“What?”(y/n) asked “Well let’s just say I accidentally ticked Jean off,” then hearing Jean yelling from under the attic
“WHERE ARE YOU PETER, I KNOW YOU BROKE MY VASE OF LILY’S!!” Peter scared then sneaking out the nook window onto the roof as a quick escape
Jean then making her way up to the attic, “Where is he,” her eyes practically red, both pointing at the window, Warren trying to open it realizing Peter jammed it unable to open it “Welp.. guess I should go get him off the roof... again” Warren then making his way down the latter to outside
Jean still standing there, her hand in her hip her other on her forehead, noticing (y/n) just awkwardly sitting there, “Sorry about that, the boys here can be a bit much...”
“huh?”
“Warren, he got here not long before you did, he’s still trying to adjust himself, it’s nice to see you two being nice to each other”
“Well it’s not like it’s that hard to get along with him, I realized that once I took a step back to not argue with him, his nice guy act could use a little work though” (y/n) sheepishly admitted
“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”
“Lemme guess, half the girls here, right?”
“Like I said, you’d be surprised”
Jean then left (y/n) to go find Peter and ultimately reprimand him
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You’d be surprised? Who all? What’s that supposed to mean? (y/n) thought to herself in her room
Hearing a knocking at her door, (y/n) goes to answer it, she opens the door to see Jubilee
“Oh ok, so you’re (y/n) (y/l/n), right?”
“Uh.. yes, and you are?...”
“Jubilation Lee, but you can just call me Jubilee or just Jube’s”
“Right, and what exactly can I do for you?”
“Oh right, Peter asked me to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies with us later seeing as how you’re the newest addition to the crew”
“The crew?”
“Yea! I mean you’re new here and we figured you’d maybe want some friends”
The concept of friendship was not entirely new to (y/n) but it definitely wasn’t familiar
“Uh, well yea sure, I guess, I’m not exactly busy until Tuesday so..”
“Perfect! I’ll text you the details and add you to our group chat if you want”
“Uh, yeah sure ok” (y/n) shrugged and exchanged numbers
“Great! well we were thinking about seeing- *GASP* You have an electric guitar??!” Jubilee instantly distracted
“Yea, her name is bender, because it’s a fender so it’s a fender.. bender” (y/n) joked letting Jubilee come in
“Oh that is perfect, are you in a band?”
“No, I dreamt about it but it never happened hehe”
“I might know a few people who wouldn’t mind joining a rock, more on that later, but we were thinking about seeing that new horror flick that’s in theaters right now at around 6-ish”
it was 4:37
“It’s going to be me and my friends Jean, Scott, and Warren”
“Warren??”
“Yea, you meet him?”
Meeting Warren was a bit of an understatement at this point
“Yes, we met” (y/n) as exhausted as she sounded of him
“Great! Well I hope you two got along because we were thinking of seating arrangements and now that you’re on board, you’re gonna be next to Warren”
“Does it have to be next to warren?”
“What’s wrong? you don’t like him?”
“Well...” (y/n) paused to think that maybe actually getting to know Warren some more wouldn’t kill either of them
“Well?”
“Ok, yea, next to Warren it is” (y/n) said with a determined look
“Ok great, if I’m being honest, asking you to the movies was actually Warrens idea, he just wanted me to say it was Peter, not sure why”
Warren wanted her to ask me? Why not ask me himself?
“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”
Could that be what Jean meant?
“Well I’ll see you around 6 at the garage, see you then! Oh and nice meeting you”
“Yeah you too” closing her door puzzling what it all meant together
Eventually 6 was drawing close so (y/n) rushed getting ready and got to the garage super early and decided just to wait there for everyone
Warren then came walking through the door
“Oh, you’re here early”
“You too” she replied playfully trying to be friendly
“So...” (y/n) began “You watch the trailer for this movie yet?”
“No not yet, supposedly it’s good though from what I’ve heard so far”
“Nice, I didn’t watch a whole lot of horror growing up”
“Too scary for you?”
“No, my brother who raised me didn’t think of them as a proficient use of time, so we didn’t watch them a lot”
“Oh wow, I used to watch them all the time with my mom”
“Aww, I never knew either of my parents” (y/n) immediately regretted just blurting that out nonchalantly
“Oh...” Warren said a little shocked that she admitted something so personal
“Yea.. Well.. I’m sorry that probably sounded problematic but I swear it’s not what all it sounds like but...” (y/n) explained almost stammering
The rest of the group finally walking in
“I call shotgun!” Jean exclaimed as she rushed to the front seat
(y/n), Warren and Jubilee all sat in the back, (y/n) never have been in a car with friends she stayed quiet ‘cause she didn’t know what to talk about but was listening to the other’s conversations, she looked up at Warren who was sitting in the middle and (y/n) on his left, she noticed he was just looking dead ahead with stone cold eyes
Dang, he must not be all that interested in anything I guess...
Jean overheard what both were thinking and took more interest as to what Warren was thinking about, wonder what that could be?
The group finally arrived at the movies and all hop out and start making their way to front doors, this being the first time (y/n) was out in public not hiding her ears, tail or eyes, she was understandabley nervous and a little fidgety, she felt a million eyes on her and immediately wanted to run into the forested area behind the movie theater
It’s ok you know, people around here are not more accepting of mutants considering they live right next to a whole mansion full of them
Do you always talk to people in their own heads???
It’s better to think of just people taking amazement in your mutation then them just judging you
Yea well easy for you, you can hide your mutation, I mean... I can too but i didn’t wear my hat it didn’t go with my outfit
Jean giving (y/n) a motherly smile trying reassure everything’s fine
“Ahh fudge!!” Jubilee exclamed at the sight of the theater not showing the movie they wanted to see
“Mann! what’re we supposed to do now? This took a lot of convincing Charles!” Jubilee explained
The group went silent thinking about something to do
“I kinda wanna check out the music shop” (y/n) suggested
“I wanna go to forever 21,” said Jubilee
“Me and Scott’ll be at the party” Jean dragging Scott along and the rest of the group all going their own ways too
Waking in the music shop, (y/n) couldn’t figure one thing
So... why exactly did Warren decide to tag along with me?
“What exactly were you thinking on getting here?” Warren asked
“I was thinking about investing in some new strings, and maybe that new blink 182 album..”
“You play?”
“Yeah”
“You in a band?”
“No... I wanted to but no one wanted to start one with a reality manipulating raccoon girl I guess” (y/n) said jokingly
“Heh, any cool inspirations?”
“My dad for starters”
“He played?”
“Yea, I watched old videos of him on stage and he could shred” a little bashfulness rosiness in (y/n)’s cheeks
“I take it you want to carry on the legacy?”
“Something like that, I mostly picked it up ‘cause I thought it looked cool and I didn’t have to spend money buying a new guitar”
“You’re using your dads”
“Yea, he named it Bender”
“Like from Futurama?”
“Maybe, but the main reason being is because it’s a Fender, so it’s a Fender BENDER” she joked nudging Warren seeing if he got the joke
“Clever, think you’re going to start a band?”
“If I can find any players here”
“I know my way around a drum kit, if that helps”
“No way! Do you have a kit?”
“No, I’m sure the music program at the school has one though”
“Hopefully”
“What kinda music do you like?”
“Mostly punk and alternative, you?”
“Metallica and Queen”
“Oh nice, I don’t necessarily hate classic rock, but I definitely prefer punk”
“It definitely suits you”
“Haha and what’s that supposed to mean?” (y/n) poking fun at Warrens statement, almost flirting
“Uh- well I mean it’s just very chaotic and from the time I’ve known you, you give off that controlled chaos kinda vibe”
“Controlled chaos ay? Well your vibe... I definitely gotta say is very Controlled rage”
“Must be why we go together” Warren immediately regretting spurting that out
“You think we go together?”
“Well- I meant like- I guess- I-“ Warren now blushing
He’s so cute flustered, to think he blushes so easily
(y/n) immediately realizing something
Wait.. I’ve never seen him blush but neither has anyone else... ahh I’m sure that doesn’t mean anything... right?...
“Yea well.. I’m gonna go buy these strings then” (y/n) said blushing a little bit
Both got a text from the rest of the group saying they’re ready to go home now that it’s 8:35
“Well guess we should meet up with everyone..” Warren pointing out the obvious and dodging eye contact
“Yea...”(y/n) agreeing also dodging eye contact both blushing
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Finally getting back to the mansion (y/n), Jean, and Jubilee all make their way back to their rooms
Scott noticing Warren watching (y/n) walk away “You two have fun at the music shop?”
“Yea, didn’t know she played guitar” Warren said a little cheerfully.
“Someones sounding a little less murdery than usual”
“Shut up...”
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A/N: I’m sorry if this sucked but it’s my first fanfic...
#warren worthington iii x reader#raccoon reader#warren x raccoon#headcanon#warren worthington headcanon#raccoon x warren
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Voltage Otome Trope Bingo #1
Eons ago @hifftn came up with this idea to do Trope Bingo for the various Voltage fandoms. I finally finished my first piece! Circled in blue below you will see the tropes featured in this fanfic! 2,600+ words of pure indulgence with only a vague touch of plot to keep it from being too cluttered! XD Also, sorry about Atlas being a bit OOC, I haven’t really read his route in like a year now... ^_^;
“You’re the only person I know that sprains their ankle running in a straight line on level ground!” Atlas shouted as he looked over the park planter to eye our assailants. A hail of bullets ricocheted off the planter throwing up sparks and chips of concrete. He immediately ducked back down.
“To my credit, I was being shot at!” I quipped back fearfully as I clutched my throbbing ankle.
“Which makes the running in a straight line bit EVEN better.” He grumbled as he checked his ammunition.
“Well... some of us aren’t used to being shot at every day!”
“Only every other day…”
“HEY!” It’s not like I wanted to be a criminal… I pouted for a brief moment until I felt the ground rumbling. I looked around in horror as I saw everyone rushing to clear the streets. Even our assailants were booking it out of Dodge.
“What’s going on?” Atlas looked around in disbelief.
“Oh stars…” It occurred to me then what planet we were on. “Atlas… We need to get inside!”
“Yeah, like I’m just going to sit on my hands and wait for them to come back!” He was already on his feet offering me a hand.
“You don’t understand you should just leave me here!” I took his hand and gave him a quick shove towards a nearby laundry once I was upright.
Atlas let out a long suffering sigh before hefting me into his arms bridal style. “Would you make yourself useful and shut up!” He took off at a pace much faster than I imagined he could while carrying so much physical and emotional baggage around. The closer we got to the door, the more the rumbling intensified. A good Samaritan threw the door open and yanked us in. Without explanation, they slammed it shut and hit a switch on the wall. Heavy sounding metal plates slid down and locked firmly into place.
“You just made it!” An old woman standing near a basin of sudsy water chimed over the intensifying rumble. She pulled the plug to drain the water. “Another moment or two longer and you would have been cooked!” The nonchalant way she said that last line was deeply unsettling…
“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here or do you just expect me to hack into the Union database and figure out?” Atlas huffed as he finally put me back on my feet.
The old woman eyed me a moment when I winced.
“This whole planet is covered in huge underground springs.” I pulled out my tablet and showed him a geologic map of the area. “This town is right next to one of the largest. It’s famous throughout the Union for going off once a month and spews millions of gallons of super-heated water into the air.”
“Darn right, Missy!” The old woman interjected as everyone started looking up to the ceiling. The rumbling had stopped. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world was splitting in two just before the deluge. A deafening roar of water filled the air and vibrated the building in a wholly different way than before. The old woman met my anxiety driven expression with a serene smile. “I built this place specially to harness the mineral water and turn it into a luxury hot spring!”
Atlas and I both looked around dubious of that comment. The laundry was small, cramped, and extremely dirty. The old woman seemed to pick up on this immediately, donning a huge grin. “Follow me…”
Atlas and I both looked at each other.
“That wasn’t a request…” Her sweet old woman demeanor dropped in an instant as she shot us a death glare from the doorway.
“Listen lady.” Atlas started to give her a piece of his mind.
“I assure you, criminal, I’m no lady.” A devious smile crept across her lips as everyone in the laundry pulled out guns and aimed them at us.
My heart hammered in my chest as I eyed the still locked doors and windows. My mind was trying desperately to figure out if I could hack into the system with my tablet.
“We’re all criminals like you!” The old man chimed very pleased with herself. “Hate those Union bastards! So any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine. Come on now and have a nice soak. It’ll fix that ankle right up!”
“It’s not like we can really leave right now…” Atlas vaguely motioned to the windows on one side of the building.
“Even if I lifted the metal plates you still couldn’t waltz out there right now anyways.” The old woman started tottering down a hall.
“The water has to drain and the surface has to cool down.” I explained as I glanced at Atlas.
“Guess we really have no choice then…” Atlas holstered his gun and started for the door. He offered me a hand when he noticed me hopping along awkwardly.
The old woman was standing in the middle of a lavish, wide hall. It looked like we had stepped into a whole other world. “Nice, no?” She grinned wide as she pulled out a key ring. Pulling a key out immediately, she unlocked the door in front of her. “Have a nice rest, on the house. Once everything settles down, you can give those Unions idiots the slip.” She seemed pretty genuine in the offer, but Atlas still gripped my hand tightly.
“Give me one good reason why we should trust you.”
The old woman laughed long and hard. “We clean a lot of things here for a lot of people, Sonny. Including items for people very much opposed to the Union. You’re in good hands.” She donned a cheesy smile and stuck out her pinkie. “I promise.”
“A pinkie promise is pretty serious.”
“You have got to be kidding me…” Atlas smacked his forehead.
“Well say what you want but I take them very seriously!” I hobbled over to the old woman and linked my pinkie with hers.
“Atta girl!” She shook her hand up and down while our pinkies were still locked. Then she shoved the door open revealing the most lavish room I had ever seen. “I’ll have some food brought by soon, enjoy the bath in the meantime!” With that she tottered away leaving me to ogle the room.
Atlas finally joined me at the door, but he seemed just as dumbfounded as me. After a long moment of stunned silence, he muttered under his breath. “Smugglers…” A faint smile he took a tentative step into the room. “Well they definitely aren’t going to bring the Union here…”
“Well that’s a relief…” I wandered in behind him and closed the door. The whole room was full of rich and plush fabrics from the blankets on the bed to the upholstery on the furniture. I sank into an over-sized chair and sighed in satisfaction. “This is nice…”
“Yeah but where is this bath?” Atlas very cautiously opened the only other door in the room. “That’s not a bath…”
“What is it?” I sat up and craned my neck to look into the room.
“A damn swimming pool…”
I knew I looked completely confused as I got up and walked up behind him. Swimming pool was an exaggeration but it was definitely not a bath tub. 5 or 6 people could comfortably sit in the steaming water.
“That looks wonderful…”
“Then get in.” Atlas started to move to leave. He must have seen the pout on my face because he stopped and faced me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “You look like you have something to say…” Even though his voice had a gruff edge there was a fire in his eyes.
“Well…” My eyes darted to the pooltub as I scrambled for an excuse to get him to join me. “I was just thinking I might need some help getting in and out. What if I slip and get hurt even worse?” Yes play to your strengths! Even if those strengths include being a total klutz…
Atlas rolled his eyes as if he were completely put off by the whole thing. “Fine, fine…” He offered me his hand again. “It’d be a pain in the pass if I had to carry you all the way back to the ship.”
SCORE!
I sat down on a chair near the “bath” and started taking my jacket off. I looked over and Atlas was on the complete opposite side of the room taking his jacket off. Well he did agree to take a bath with me so I guess I can’t be too mad. Except he stopped after taking off his jacket…
“I thought you were going to take a bath too…”
He gave me a smug look. “I said I would help you in and out. I never said I was taking one with you.”
Not… technically… wrong… I sighed inwardly before taking off the rest of my clothes. Gentleman that he was, Atlas didn’t look the whole time. Which filled me with one part relief, one part odd disappointment. With a towel wrapped around me, told him I was ready.
I took the hand he offered me and a ginger stepped to the edge of the bath. Just as I was about to step in, a sharp pain in my ankle made me jump. Small though it may have been, it was enough to make me slip and start falling. I watched as the water seemed to come ever closer, in slow motion, that is until something completely different filled my vision. After the water cleared, I realized that Atlas had broke my fall and was now blowing bubbles at me from under the water. As if in a horror movie with one jump scare after another, the towel lazily floated between us…
“Sorry!” I hurriedly grasped the towel and moved to get off the very unamused looking Atlas. I barely covered myself and scurried to a corner of the spacious bath to cower in mortified shame and embarrassment. Atlas looked at me completely exasperated as half his face remained below the surface, then quickly looked away.
“You gonna do something with that towel or you gonna pretend to be a bathhouse lady?” His head now fully above the water, I could see his cheeks turning a bit red. I stared at him agape for a minute while my brain argued with itself as to whether the water caused his red cheeks or he was blushing. Atlas Molniya absolutely doesn’t blush. Can we make Atlas Molniya blush? I’m certainly willing to try!
“Since you’re already all wet…”I smiled awkwardly at Atlas hoping the heat of the water would explain away my red cheeks too.
“Do you know where we are…?” There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that completely threw me off.
“In… a… bathtub…?” I was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer he was looking for but the look he was giving me made it REALLY hard to think straight. The only thing louder than my racing heart was the slow slosh of the water every time he moved closer.
“We’re in an underworld bathhouse… You do know what kinds of things happen in underworld bathhouses, right?”
“I’m… guessing more than just nice, relaxing baths?” It was more a squeak than anything.
“So much more…”
He was so close now I would have been able to feel his breath if it weren’t for the steam rising from the water. “TOO CLOSE!” I thrust out my hand and connected with his forehead
“Finally starting to understand the completely ridiculous situation we’ve managed to get ourselves in?” Atlas was back, but he still looked off.
“Well yes… But… Are you feeling all right?” I tried to sound more concerned than nervous but the shark in the water routine had been a bit much. In fact, I was feeling a little dizzy between my racing heart and the hot water.
“Never better. Why?” He stood up as he said this and immediately started wobbling. “Ok, maybe not…” He managed to get half way down again before he passed out… right on top of me…
“Oh, stars…”
Somehow I managed to get us both out of the bath and on to the floor. I had to get him out of these soaking wet clothes. And well… that was… certainly… something…
“Please don’t wake up right now… Please don’t wake up right now.” Red-faced I fumbled with the fastener on Atlas’s pants, with my eyes closed. The same quiet prayer escaping my lips on repeat.
“Ya know, consent goes both ways.” An irritated voice muttered as a clammy hand grasped mine.
“Oh stars! It wasn’t like that!” I feel as though my face got even redder at that moment. “I just thought if I couldn’t get you into the bed I could at least get most of your wet clothes off!” I huffed and turned away pouting.
“Uh huh…” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or truly skeptical of my motives.
“Are you feeling any better than that you’re out of the hot water?”
“Yeah.” Without saying much else he got to his feet, soggy shirt in hand.
“Uh…”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for this day to be over.”
“Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. It had been a really long day after all, what with the being chased and shot at, harbored by some crazy old lady in the criminal underworld, bathtub shenanigans… I came to an immediate stop next to Atlas, coming to the same realization at about the same time.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Oh no! You just passed out! Take the bed and I’ll take the couch!”
“What kind of man would I be if I made a woman sleep on a couch when there’s a perfectly good bed?” He gave me a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.
“We could…” Oh stars… should I really say it?
“What? We could what?” Atlas flopped down on the couch and looked up at me.
“We could… just sleep together… in the bed… since there’s only one…”
His eyebrow quirked up ever so slightly. A blush started creeping up his neck. “I was trying to be a gentleman… But you’re making it real damn hard, I hope you’re aware of that.”
“I just don’t want you to sleep on the couch if you aren’t well.”
“It’s hard to think you have anything but bad intentions when I wake up to you in nothing but a towel trying to take my pants off…”
Oh… that is not a good look for my heart… I watched as he push the button on the wall to turn off the lights.
“AH!”
“What? Do you really want to have sex with the lights on?” I could hear shuffling as he moved closer. “I lived with Jaxson long enough that I refuse to have sex with the lights on.”
That’s fair. Jaxson does seem like the type to just… burst in at random times…
“Well no... it’s just I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it?” There was just enough light in the room for me to see him get close. “What about you passing out?”
“I had to carry you halfway across town while being shot at. I was just overheated from that is all.”
“Ugh… I really should go on a diet…”
“Why? You’re fine just as you are…” His cool fingers worked their way under the towel until they found the flesh of my sides and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Oh stars…” Before I knew what was happening I was in the bed.
“Tonight, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we can take our time…” Much like the name of his ship, there was so much promise in his voice.
“Uh… are you at least going to let me put some clothes on first?”
“Nope.”
“Oh… all right…” Unable to get up through the tangle of his body of mine, I opted to snuggle up next to him and fall asleep instead.
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Cozy Cove: Storms Pass
Previous in Cozy Cove: Saved by an Angel , A side of tits with your pancakes, Fires Burn Hot , Spending the Nights, Learning and Loving, The end id not always the end, Axel Grease , Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass , Dangerous Waters
Warnings: angst, fears, brotherly love, fluff
The wind picked up. The rain poured diagonally from the ocean side. The weather matches Susie’s mood as tears fall down her cheeks while she walks. As the rain and wind whipped through her drenched hair and dress chilling her to the bone, she ducked into Karen’s diner shivering in her soaked sundress. Eric was helping Tami, Karen and the cook Darren put down the metal storm covering over the windows.
“Sorry, we are closed due to the storm coming in from ocean side,” Karen informed her. “Best to get back to your hotel.”
Everyone finally looks up at the girl standing there shivering. Her bottom lip wobbling. Eric rushes over flinging his red and navy-blue flannel shirt over her. “Susie, what’s wrong? Where is my brother? Where is Axel?”
The wind was starting to sound like a roar. “Eric, we need to finish this,” Tami begged him. “Just take her to your place with us for now.”
Eric nodded and sat Susie in a booth, “Just sit while we get this done.”
Susie nodded as she grabbed some napkins from the holder to wipe off her face. “I think Axel should have made it home by now,” She murmured.
“Good,” Eric turned back to go help with the windows right in front of the diner.
A tree limb crashed through one window before they closed it. Rain came inside. The wind blew a table and chairs against the counter before they could get it all covered. Flooding water seeped under the door as they finished getting things locked down.
The water was already ankle high on Eric as he went out to pull his truck around. Tami and Darren took Susie between them out the door as Karen ran ahead of them to open the truck door.
Eric drove Karen and Darren to their truck and waited to make sure they were not stuck in the ever-growing flood waters before taking Susie and Tami back to his place. He ushered the girls inside quickly. The water now coming up to his calf. They all kicked off their shoes at the door when they were safely inside.
“Go get a warm shower Babe,” Eric told Tami. “I’ll be there after getting Susie set up in the guest room.”
Tami nods and rushes off to get warm. Eric pushed a button near the door and metal covered all the windows and door to stop water from getting inside. He set out dome flashlights and battery powered candles in case the power went out.
“Let’s get you something dry to wear,” Eric guided Susie to the extra room. He put one of his sweatshirts on the bed. “Put that on. I will be back to check on you shortly. You should probably call Axel, so he isn’t worried. Even if you two had a fight I know he will be worried with this storm coming through.”
Susie shut the door as Eric left. She tried to flick the lights on but there was a now a power failure. Glad her cellphone was water resistant, she pulled it out of the cleavage in her dress turning it on to make some light. Her sopping wet dress was hard to peel off, but she did it setting in on a hamper to dry. Then she put on the warm sweatshirt that came almost to her knees.
Susie had her phone on mute since she got back to Cozy Cove. She thought that Axel was right. She was running in a way. There were a few texts from her roommate and her parents wonder where she had gone and why she had dropped off the radar. But what caught her eye the most were the texts from Axel that started off angry and progressed into worry.
Axel:
Text 1: You better move your ass and get home. There is a fucking storm brewing.
Text 2: It should not take you that long to get to my place from the garage. The rain is already pouring.
Text 3: I must get the place shut up. If you don’t get here soon, you will have a hard time getting in at all.
Text: Answer me damnit. There is a fucking flood warning. I need to know you are alright.
Text 4: I’m sorry Susie. Please just call me and tell me you made it somewhere safe, please Baby girl.
As she started to dial his number, he called her. She answered, “I’m fine Axel. I ducked into to the diner and Eric brought me to his place.”
“OK, Ok,” Axel tried to stay calm even though his emotions were a mix of worry and jealousy. “Why didn’t you answer my texts, baby girl? I was worried. I’m sorry I got so angry.”
“I had my phone on silent,” Susie told him. “I just got a chance to look at it in all the chaos. I’m sorry to. You were right. I came here to hide but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you and I won’t end up here anyway. “
“I love you to Susie Q,” Axel could still here the wind and rain beating all over his beach house. He had all his windows covered. Battery powered candles and his phone were his only light in the darkness. “You can stay here as long as you need to. And you can work at the garage if you want to do that. I’ll come there as soon as this storm lets up. We should be in the eye by the morning. You can come home.”
“Alright, Axel.” She screamed as a tree branch hit the side of the house making a loud bang.
“What happened?” Axel asked frantically, “Where’s my brother? Did he leave you alone? I can’t believe...”
Susie interrupted, “Something just hit the side of the house. He is just in the other room with...”
Eric opens the door, “Are you alright? I heard you scream.”
“I’m alright,” Susie assured him as she shook. “It was just a loud bang against the house. I’m talking to Axel.”
“Good, is he alright?” Eric questioned.
“Put my brother on the phone,” Axel said calmly.
Susie hands Eric her phone.
“Eric if you even...” Axel started.
“Woe there, Axel,” Eric interrupted. “She came in the diner upset while we were storm proofing the place. There wasn’t time to do much other than taking her with us to my place. Tami is here also. We will keep her safe.”
“You better keep her safe, Eric and no hitting on her,” Axel growled.
“That’s not going to happen,” Eric assured his brother. “Tami and I are in love with just each other. There could be no one else.”
Axel chuckled, “Yeah, why don’t you propose to her then instead of getting all sappy with me.”
“I’m planning to but not in the middle of this storm,” He said frankly.
“Ah, cool so I’ll be over to get Susie when the storm slows in the morning, cool?” Axel asked.
“As long as Susie is alright with that when you get her,” Eric handed the phone back to Susie.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Axel cooed. “I’ll do better, Baby Girl.”
“Yeah, are you going to be alright alone?” Susie asked concerned.
“Hell yeah,” Axel’s voice sounded a little arrogant. “I’ve leaved here all my life. Storms pass.”
Susie smiles, “Yes, Storms pass.”
#axel and susie q#axel cluney#au#mechanic axel#storms#cheesy#romance#love story#beach setting#cozy cove
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Part 2! I hope you enjoy!
Coming to another time in Melana’s life. She is sixteen years old and in high school. Like Jack had said, she didn’t remember quite much of anything from the mansion, just going to it. She just lived life like normal not even interested in the mansion. Though her dreams were filled with nightmares of the mansion calling to her in many different ways. She ignored them all, of course, keeping the mansion in the back of her mind.
She was driving to school one day, everything peaceful and normal for a Monday morning on her normal commute. Though something seemed to catch her one eye as something glowed in her passenger seat.
“When will you come back, my sweet Melana.” A voice whispered, but when Melana looked over, nothing was their insight. It sounded like a young males voice, it sent shivers down Melana’s spine. But she brushed it off and she continued to school.
Arriving at Gale Sound Highschool, she parked in her usual parking spot and she went in. Fixing her hair a little as she put on a big smile and started walking to her friends.
“Hey, Anabelle, Nancy, Sarina, Jack..” Melana greeted, Jack had moved in town a few years after the young ones traveled to the desolate mansion, though three never told him about it.
“Hey, Melana!” The three replied.
Melana sighed as she looked down, giving out her happy appearance.
“Melana? What’s wrong?” Jack questioned. “Did you see another one?” Melana nodded.
“Yeah, but it was more specific this time, a blue glow in my passenger and a voice, it sounded like a young teenage male, asking me about the mansion, when I would come back. It was weird.” Melana explained.
“That does sound weird, at least your safe,” Jack replied. Nancy, Sarina, and Anabelle nodded in agreement.
“Maybe we should visit it again?” Anabelle suggested.
“What?! Are you serious?!” The twins said in unison.
“It might be cool to see something I’ve never seen before,” Jack said.
“It all comes down to the tiebreaker, Melana,” Anabelle said looking to Melana.
“I’ll have to think about it,” Melana said as she started to walk to class, the others following in suite. All of them going their separate ways.
After their long day of learning highschool things, they met up at Melana’s car.
“Don’t you guys have your driver’s license yet? Now I don’t have a choice…” Melana said in defeat. Anabelle smiled mischievously, Jack smiling as well. Nancy and Sarina giving small smiles.
“Alright non-drivers, let’s go to the Gracey Mansion I guess..” Melana sighed as she got in the driver seat starting her car and driving to the mysterious forest.
Once they got there, they all got out walking to their final destination. After at least fifteen minutes they made it to the worse looking mansion. Melana sighed as she felt a pit in her stomach.
“Something isn’t right. The door is open,” Melana said, “Let me check what’s up.” She said walking towards the opened door.
“What? The door isn’t opened.” Anabelle said.
“It is! It’s completely wide open.” Melana assured.
“Are you seeing those Melana. The door is shut and most likely locked.” Jack added. Melana sighed in frustration.
“Guess I’m seeing things again..” Melana sighed, though still walking towards the door, ignoring their non-verbal warnings.
“Melana stop.” Anabelle said.
“Yeah stop!” The twins replied.
“Yeah!” Jack added in. Though not sure what was going on at the moment. But Melana was completely out of it now, her eyes droopy and she continued to walk closer and closer, being pulled in by the mansion’s trance. The friend group didn’t think to stop the troubled teen as she reached the front door, the door to them finally opening by itself. All of them terrified with fear, that the house was alive. They all snapped out of their terrified state and they all called out.
“MELANA!” But it was too late, the door slammed behind her. The four running up and trying everything to pry the door open to help their friend.
“Should we call the police?!” Anabelle asked.
“And tell them what? That a house kidnapped our friend and she’s locked in?” Nancy replied, “They’ll think we’re out of our minds!”
“We have to get her out! She could get killed!” Jack said, almost on the verge of tears.
“Right! Let’s think!” Sarina said as she walked away from the door, getting the others around to figure out a plan.
Snapping out of her subconscious, Melana found herself on the floor of a nice looking hallway.
“Huh? What happened, why does my head hurt so bad… Wait, where am I?” Melana thought holding her throbbing head. Melana sat up looking around. She looked up and saw a window. She stood up and walked over to it, freezing in terror once she realized where she was. She covered her mouth trying not to scream, not wanting to draw any attention to herself, though that plan had already failed, a small glow emitted from behind her.
“What is someone with beauty like yours doing in a decaying mansion such as mine?” A young male asked. Melana froze with fear, she turned around slowly, her eyes going small as she saw the scariest thing she has ever seen in her life.
“GHOST!! I’m gonna die here!” Melana thought.
“I didn’t mean to trespass, I swear! I’ll just be on my way!” Melana said with the confidence she had left to muster. She booked it for the door, turning the doorknob, only finding out now the disturbing truth, she was stuck.
“My dear seems you are stuck here for a while. Let me introduce myself, I am Gracey, the residents here call me Master Gracey. I own the mansion.” Gracey said.
“Uh, I-I’m M-Melana…” Melana said sheepishly.
“No need to be scared love, I’m here to help protect you,” Gracey reassured.
“O-Okay, w-why am I here?” Melana questioned.
“Either to your fate, or to find out something. The mansion picks and chooses. But come, let me take you on a small tour.” Gracey said, appearing at Melana’s sighed, which made her jump. Gracey wrapped his arm around her arm and he started to walk taking Melana in tow.
His tour guided her through the surprisingly well-fitted mansion, nothing was decomposing or rotting, which Melana questioned very much, but didn’t mention, she met some other ghouls as well.
“This is Madam Leota. She is a fortune teller.” Gracey explained.
“S-She’s a h-head…” Melana stuttered
“Yes child, I am without a body. But do not be afraid, your future sees no death for a long time, but soon, something special will happen.” Leota responded with a smile. Melana sighed in relief.
“Thank goodness. I didn’t want to die,” Melana said, “but something special? I don’t think so.”
“Listen to your heart child, and something special will pop out with no problem,” Leota replied.
“Okay, I guess,” Melana said.
“Alright my dear, we should continue! More people to meet and so little time, materializing is very short in these times, then I will take you to your room, don’t worry, I will keep you safe out of harm’s way, your room will stand alone from the others, close to mine though.” Gracey said.
“That sounds reassuring, but I need to eat, and drink,” Melana brought up.
“Oh! Of course! My chefs will make the finest feast, for someone with beauty like yours, you only deserve the best.” Gracey said.
“O-Okay,” Melana responded. She looked around some more. “Where do those stairs lead to?” Melana asked.
“You mustn’t go up those stairs, those stairs lead to the attic, and you don’t want to see what vengeful ghost lurks up there,” Gracey warned. Melana gulped a bit but nodded.
“Master Gracey. It’s almost time.” An older male said from behind, which made Melana freeze in place.
“Alister please, try not to frighten the poor girl. I just got her used to everything,” Gracey said now agitated.
“Sorry Master Gracey,” Alister replied. Melana turned around to face her new apprentice. With no eye and a noose tied loosely around his neck, his fate was sealed immediately by the looks Melana got of him.
“Alister, please take her to the room beside mine, she doesn’t need to be wandering the halls at this late,” Gracey demanded. Alister nodded and held his hand out for Melana to take.
“Come young one, let this short tour be ended, I will lead the way,” Alister said. Melana took his hand, oddly finding comfort in his gentle soft hands. He leads the way, giving small ghost jokes along the way to lighten the mood, which Melana giggled slightly to everyone.
“Found of jokes are you?” Alister asked.
“Oh yeah, I have a sense of humor like no other. I love dad jokes and puns as well, my dad wrote a whole journal of jokes, I read that thing multiple times. It’s one of the things that mom lets me have insight into how dad was like when he was still alive,” Melana said.
“I’m sorry for your passing. I hope you’ve done well, you’ve seemed to have done well without him,” Alister said.
“Yeah, I guess. But I wish I could’ve met him though…” Melana said sheepishly.
“Well, we can talk more about it in the morning, we have arrived,” Alister said, opening the door and showing the big room with a well-kept bed in the middle. “If you need anything, just call, I will always be able to help, as well as Master Gracey, or Madam Leota.” Melana nodded.
“Thank you, mister Alister,” Melana said as she walked into the room.
“You can just call me Alister,” Alister replied with a smile. Melana nodded as she silently closed the door, she ran over and hid under the covers of the bed even putting the pillows under the blanket so she can rest properly, not even five minutes later, Melana was out like a light.
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Sorry its quite short, but I hope you still enjoyed anyway!
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A Very Merry Christmas Party
This has been sitting in my drafts for - no exaggeration - three effing years. Honestly what. Am I doing.
Anyway it’s about time it saw the light of your dashboards, so here, have this unfinished Christmas themed Percabeth AU where they both work at Disney world.
Piper idly flipped her blue ID between her fingers as they walked through the tunnels under Magic Kingdom. “Do you think they’ll give us free cookies? They’ve got truckloads of them, right? Literal truckloads. Surely they can spare some for Cast Members.”
Annabeth shrugged. “I’d love to say yes, but it depends on who’s the Captain.”
“Chiron will give us cookies.”
“Chiron will definitely give us cookies.” Annabeth tried to remember if her favourite Captain had already told her where he’d been scheduled for this Christmas party. She couldn’t recall them discussing it, but she hoped that he’d be at the dance party with her and Piper.
“Reyna might,” Piper said as they joined the line of people checking in at base, which snaked around the corner and down the tunnel.
Christmas party nights were always busy, so there were people running around everywhere. Princesses walked by, wearing sweatpants and talking on their phones. People who usually didn’t work at Magic Kingdom but had picked up shifts to hand out cookies milled along the edges of the tunnels, waiting for someone to tell them where to go. The Christmas decorations stuck all over the walls and dangling from the ceiling made the place feel more claustrophobic than usual, even without the crowds of cast members.
“She probably won’t blatantly say we’re allowed them, but she’ll leave a pile of them in the break room and give us all knowing looks as she exits,” Annabeth said, brushing against a paper snowflake stapled to the wall and almost knocking it loose.
Piper laughed as she quickly pressed it flat again. “Yeah, probably.”
Base was crowded, but Annabeth was a seasoned pro and moved through the throngs of people with ease. She’d been a Character Attendant for almost a year now, and she knew the drill for these parties. Clock in, check in, get your piece of paper with all the special instructions for the night, get your radio and go. She’d collected everything and was just about to leave when a commotion came from the check in windows.
A guy - a character performer, judging from his uniform grey sweatpants and barcoded t-shirt - had knocked over the snowman prop in the corner of the tiny hall. The sound of the plastic globes clattering together echoed through the base, and everyone fell silent. He flailed, managed to catch the prop before it hit the ground, and carefully set it upright. He smiled, obviously pleased with himself, and looked up to see who’d witnessed his faux pa. The entire room had seen it, of course, but out of everyone there he locked eyes with Annabeth.
He was incredibly handsome. Dark hair, green eyes, tan skin and a lean, muscular build. Not many people could make those grey t-shirts look flattering, but he managed it. The longer Annabeth held his gaze the hotter she could feel her cheeks getting.
The moment was only broken when one of the Captains yelled out, “Percy, you’re late! Again!”
He - Percy - finally looked away from Annabeth. She breathed out as he turned his charming grin to the bearded man standing in the doorway. “Sorry Chiron! Totally not my fault this time, I had to catch the bus -”
“A lot of people have to catch the bus, Percy, and they all manage to make it here on time.”
“Yeah, well.” Percy shrugged, apparently unable to come up with a suitable retort. “I’m here now.”
Chiron sighed, and Annabeth started when Piper grabbed her elbow. “You good to go?” she said, nodding towards the exit.
Annabeth threw one last look over her shoulder at Percy as they left, but he was busy throwing an exercise ball at Jason, one of the other performers, and didn’t notice her staring. She didn’t know if she should be disappointed or relieved by that.
“Who’s that guy with Jason?” Piper asked as they meandered down one of the much quieter hallways.
“I was hoping you’d know... Chiron called him Percy.” Annabeth glanced at her friend, gauging her reaction, before casually adding, “He was pretty good looking.”
Piper smirked. “Was he? I didn’t notice.”
“Only because you were too busy staring at Jason.”
Piper elbowed her in the side. Annabeth shoved back, and they continued their tousle all the way to the break room. The dance party was being held in The Golden Horseshoe, which was normally used for actual stage shows, so this break room was one of the few actually set up like a proper dressing room.
Annabeth’s friend Grover was already there when they arrived, admiring himself in one of the dressing table mirrors. From the waist up he looked perfectly normal, wearing the regulation grey t-shirt, but from the waist down he was wearing the black tights and furry shorts of a character.
“Nice look,” Annabeth said in greeting. “Who are you hanging out with tonight?”
He sighed and patted the heavy shorts. “Horace Horsecollar.”
Piper scrunched up her nose. “Who’s that?”
“No one knows him!” Grover wailed. “He was in the old shorts, back when Mickey was first made - but that’s not the point! The point is I’m going to spend the whole night hearing people call me Goofy’s ugly cousin or something.”
Annabeth snorted. “Yeah, probably.”
“So comforting, Annabeth, thank you.” Grover huffed.
She was just about to ask him if he’d feel any better if she could get him some cookies when the rest of their team walked in. The other attendant was a small girl named Hazel, who neither Piper or Annabeth had worked with before, but who was the epitome of lovely from the moment she said hello. The other performers were Jason (Piper’s eyes lit up the moment he walked in), a big guy named Frank, and Leo.
“Keep an eye on him,” Reyna said, glaring at Leo as he struggled to get into his costume. Hazel hurried over to help him. “Last time he did a dance party Max Goof started grinding.”
“You cannot prove that,” Leo said, but his eyes were glinting wickedly.
Jason laughed. “Dude, it’s all over Youtube.”
“No date stamp on the video, no proof,” Leo argued.
Reyna scowled. “Annabeth, I’m counting on you. I’ve got to look after this and the Frontierland characters, so I need you to make sure everyone runs to schedule.”
“Will do,” Annabeth assured her.
Reyna almost smiled as she turned to leave.
Annabeth kept things running smoothly for the first three rotations. Everyone got their breaks exactly when they were supposed to, no characters got bombarded by guests demanding photos, and when Frank’s shoe overlay started to un-velcro she managed to stealthily reattach it before anyone noticed, including Frank.
The smoke machine was on, the lights were flashing, the DJ was actually playing pretty good music and her best friend was beaming beside her. Annabeth was having a pretty good night. Piper bopped along to the music, grinning toothily as she watched Jason dance with a family decked out in Christmas clothes.
“This is a good shift,” she said, leaning over to talk into Annabeth’s ear. “We’re pretty much getting paid to dance.”
“And make sure they get off stage on time.” Annabeth checked her watch. “Have you given the five minute warnings?”
Piper nodded. “All done. When’s your break?”
“Now, but I’m just gonna go off with them.”
“Annabeth! What are you doing? Go sit down,” Piper scolded. When she opened her mouth to protest, Piper raised a finger in warning. “I will tell Reyna, and you know she won’t like that. Hazel and I have got this, go.”
Reluctantly, Annabeth slipped out a side door and into the quiet hallway that led to the break room. The grey concrete was a startling contrast to the Western-meets-Disco get up going on out there, and she smiled in the comparative quiet.
But then she almost ran into someone, and her smile fell away.
“Whoa!” the guy said, throwing his hands up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to run into you. Just didn’t want to be late. Again.”
Annabeth’s breath caught in her throat. It was Percy, but he’d changed into the khaki shorts and bright blue shirt of a character attendant. The colour made his eyes look even more vibrant.
“Why have they sent us another attendant?” she asked, skipping the pleasantries out of shock.
He didn’t seem offended, shrugging. “I’m a spare. They had nowhere else to put me.”
“Oh.” Annabeth blinked at him. His eyes were really bright. “Well, um, I’m just going on break, but you can... go in and just keep an eye on things, I guess?”
“Yeah, cool,” he said, smiling. “I’ll see you back in there.”
Annabeth nodded, slipping around him and disappearing into the break room to eat some of the cookies Reyna had left on the table for them.
When she got back out to the dance floor, she saw a crowd gathered in the centre of the room. She stood on the tips of her toes to see what had caught everyone’s attention. All of the characters were standing in a circle, while Grover - Horace Horsecollar - danced around in the middle. Percy and Piper were standing on either side of the circle, cheering him on.
“Let’s give it up for Horace!” the DJ announced, and the crowd of guests cheered and clapped.
Annabeth sidled up to Piper. “What’s going on?”
“No one knew who Horace was,” Piper snorted, “So Percy decided to get him to show the guests what he could do.”
Annabeth leant forward to peer at Percy, who immediately caught her eye and grinned.
She found herself suddenly grateful that Base had sent him to them.
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A look back on my past hairstyles
Hair is a strange thing. It is a social phenomenon of self expression that can communicate a meaningful message to the world around us. The inferences we make based on someone’s hair is huge. Religion, gender roles/sexuality, socio- economic background, or even political leanings, are just a few examples. Hair is a tool of individual identity, and we are obsessed with hair in our modern culture. The time and money spent on hair is grand. At any given store, there are whole aisles dedicated to hair care and maintenance. I’ve even seen hair dye at the gas station. Sometimes, I think about how before hair dye, people had to live with their graying hair. There was no hiding it. These days we attach others peoples hair to our own head, get hair transplant procedures to prevent thinning, and most importantly, we alter our hair chemistry with harsh chemicals.
In my own experience, I never thought I had very much going on with my hair throughout my life, at least as far as being meaningful. However, as I sat and thought about all of my past hair styles and choices, I realized that my hair played far more of an emotional role than I had ever imagined. It still does. A bad hair day can ruin any day, honestly. So without further ado, I present my visually dated descent into madness as shown through my past hairstyles.
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Ages 0-5: At this point in life, societal expectations of hair was not on the radar. You were busy being a kid and not caring.
6-11: The bob/bang combo haunts you. Mom has taken all creative liberties over your hair and has decided that this haircut is IT. You are not completely self aware yet and still have yet to care. You’ve barely brushed it these past five years anyway. It’s just hair, right? Right… But what’s this? At age 11 you look in the mirror one day and think “this.. looks oddly familiar… oh no, oh god, *gasp* I look like COCONUT HEAD from Ned’s Declassified!” You decide to live on the edge and say fuck it! You sweep the bang to the side, slightly. A new era of hair is in the making. Remember that self awareness we talked about earlier? It is arriving.
12: Mom decides that it’s time for a bang trim and you are back to square one. You do not oppose the supreme Authority and her desire for the bang. You also chemically alter your virgin hair for the first time. Mom convinces you that highlights would be “sooo cute!” and you oblige willingly. The process is exciting and the anticipation builds through each step. The mixing of the bleach, the slathering onto the hair, the foil, the waiting. You finally wash it out and it’s time for the big reveal: You hate it deeply and cry many tears. You don’t have the heart or guts to tell Mom that you hate it, so you tell her that you love it. “Amy, have you been crying?” “No..”
This is also the point where you discover the flat iron. Everyone in middle school is straightening their hair, therefore you do as well. Simple as that. You desire to be hip and on trend, and this means clothes from Aeropostale, plaid bermuda shorts, and pin straight hair.
13: Dad has convinced Mom that it’s time to let you have a little independence with your hair, and she can’t pretend that you’re her little 6 year old forever. You haven’t realized it yet, but Mom is having a hard time with you growing up. Anyways, now we can really get to business. You want to be “scene” so bad, but you know that will never happen, so you try to keep it lowkey. Swoop-y bangs, layers, and hair growth? Yes, yes, and yes. They layers get a little too short and you look like a founding father when you put your hair in a ponytail, but you like this for some reason. You’re also still trying to figure out the bang situation, but rest assured you’ll get their in a few years time. Also, you SO wish you could dye your hair fire-engine red like Hayley Williams. In your dreams, girl.
14-15: You have decided that flat iron = the devil. You have crispified that absolute shit out of you hair over the past couple years, and you decide that au natural is the way to be. The bangs continue to grow until the entire forehead is consumed, resembling a mushroom cap. You’ve started high school, and you hide behind the bangs that you refuse to push out of your eyes. Social self awareness levels: off the charts.
At 15, you took the plunge and decided to razor cut your bangs all by yourself, holding your breath the entire time. You angle them, shortest point a half inch above the brow, longest point, right below the brow. And they look.. Good? You covered all the bases. Swoop-y? Check. Covering entire forehead? Double check. Eureka, you have found THE bang. A hair stylist will NEVER touch your precious bangs ever again. They will try and they will fail. You’ve also done away with the extreme layers and have decided that it’s time to grow out your precious mane.
16: You got your first job at the grocery store and bought red Manic-Panic hair dye from Sally’s. This is about as close to Hayley Williams as you will get for awhile. Despite the tasteful placement, mom ain’t pleased. Dad ain’t pleased because the dye stained the sink. Oops. But you’ve always wanted to dye your hair and teen angst is beginning to take over. You were inspired to do it because your best friend put a single stripe of purple in her hair. You expressed that you weren’t sure if you should put the red in because you didn’t want to piss off Mom. Her response? And I quote, “Do it pussy.” That’s all you needed.
17: You get caught sneaking out to go hang out with your scumbag boyfriend (unfortunately, you figure out the scumbag part far too late). Mom gets mad and cuts off your hair in blind rage.You cherished your newfound long locks and she knew that. You dread going to school the next day with your botched haircut. The haircut feels like a permanent scarlet letter. Everyone asks the same question: “So what made you want to cut your hair?” You respond “Just needed a change, I guess.” You feel ashamed and embarrassed every time, like your teachers and peers know the real story.
After getting the haircut fixed by an actual stylist, you dig the short, sassy hair. You decide that this haircut was meant to be and embrace the hell out of it. It was a great character building moment anyways.. right? Later, you discover Sun-In, a spray in lightener that promises natural highlights. You spray too much on and your hair turns a strange brass shade. Jake from work asks “Did you dye your hair?” “Yes.” “Oh.” The “Oh” echoes in your mind. Oh? Just oh? You don’t like my hair, Jake? It’s cool. It’s fine.
18: Ah. the age of legal adultness. You get fed up and move out of the clutches of your family home and in with your best friend. This was clearly a recipe for a drastic hair change. After all, you could do whatever the hell you wanted now. Less than a week later of being gone, you dye your hair bright pink, and then later purple. You are feelin’ damn good. When you come home for Christmas, your four year old sister proudly exclaims, “You look like a My Little Pony!!” Pinky Pie, to be exact. After getting disappointed looks from the rest of the family, you find that your sisters enthusiasm was really all you needed. Pinky Pie is awesome.
You continue to learn that you get more attention with bright hair, and it’s a great conversation starter. The attention is mainly positive, but occasionally, a boomer will chime in with the rude opinion you never asked for. The personal favorite remains: “Kill the manic who did THAT to your hair!” You respond “I don’t really want to kill myself.”
You then panic at the thought of graduating high school and being perceived as immature for having bright hair, so you dye it brown and cut it shorter than it’s ever been. It’s an angled cut, and you feel like a Karen. Instinctually, you immediately message “I’ve made a grave mistake.” to the group chat you had with your friends. You are very melodramatic and your friends think that you must have crashed your car or something. Nope, just another bad hair cut. But life goes on and it grows out. Thankfully, you recover from the Karen cut just in time for graduation.You attempt to dye it deep brown, and it turns black. It’s all good though.
19: You decide that you still want color and opt for a small peek-a-boo section of the hair. “Do it pussy” forever resonates in your mind. Purple, blue, red, and orange are the colors of choice. You get a better boyfriend with this hair, and all is well in the world. You feel cool, yet classy. Was this your hair peak?
20: The brown keeps fading out and looking all blotchy from that time you decided to bleach it for the pink and purple. You decide that you need to cleanse your hair of it’s sins. This means more bleach. Fuck it, you are going blonde. This is the last time you will torture your hair with chemicals. Alas, the blonde doesn’t last very long.
You want some flair, so you go for the most bold natural color and order natural red henna powder. Everyone thinks it’s real. Ha, fools. You get tired of breaking hearts when you explain to those who ask that this is indeed not your natural color. You instead opt for the response “Grew it myself,” which is technically not a lie.
21: You continue to discover how much old men fetishize red hair and think you must be feisty or something. Gross. “You know what they say about women with red hair, right?” “No?” You also grow it out and recover what was lost in high school. Your friends cheer you on and convince you to hold off on chopping it when you’re having a moment. Things get weird and sad after leaving the community college and starting the big ol’ university. You gain 25lbs and revert to straight bangs and a middle part, and use your hair to hide again. It’s kind of sadistic. You quickly learn that this choice is a mistake and revert back to your true form: side part and angled bang.
22: It’s finally long.. but also very crispy. It’s time to say goodbye. You’ve been wanting to say goodbye. The hairstylist gets cold feet and doesn’t cut off as much as you ask her. You don’t say a damn thing, and eventually finish the job at home. Who knew cutting hair at home was so easy? Money and time become scarce, so retouching the auburn color doesn’t really happen anymore. In the past this might have troubled you, but for now you don’t really care.
***
So there you have it. It’s just hair, right? Dead stuff growing out of your head. Well, yes. But it doesn’t take a genius to understand that hair is a big part of many people's identity. It’s one of the first things we tend to notice about others. Whether we mean to or not, we prejudge on appearances. Hair can get so emotional the more you think about it. I never knew how emotionally attached I was to my hair until it was taken away from me at age 17. Personally, my hair was a security blanket growing up. I learned to use it as a way of hiding my face and shying away from others. It was also one of the few things I had control over, and indeed became a major part of my young identity. Turning 18, I asserted my own ultimate control when I dyed my whole head bright pink. I now realize that this was in essence my way of letting my odd family know that I was in charge of my own endeavors from now on. The legality of turning 18 meant so much to me at the time, and pink hair was a grand symbol of it all.
So now I invite you to go look back on your old photos and brew on them. Reminisce, perhaps. Ultimately, you should at the very least laugh, because I know we’ve all had shitty haircuts at some point.
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A look back on my past hairstyles
Hair is a strange thing. It is a social phenomenon of self expression that can communicate a meaningful message to the world around us. The inferences we make based on someone’s hair is huge. Religion, gender roles/sexuality, socio- economic background, or even political leanings, are just a few examples. Hair is a tool of individual identity, and we are obsessed with hair in our modern culture. The time and money spent on hair is grand. At any given store, there are whole aisles dedicated to hair care and maintenance. I’ve even seen hair dye at the gas station. Sometimes, I think about how before hair dye, people had to live with their graying hair. There was no hiding it. These days we attach others peoples hair to our own head, get hair transplant procedures to prevent thinning, and most importantly, we alter our hair chemistry with harsh chemicals.
In my own experience, I never thought I had very much going on with my hair throughout my life, at least as far as being meaningful. However, as I sat and thought about all of my past hair styles and choices, I realized that my hair played far more of an emotional role than I had ever imagined. It still does. A bad hair day can ruin any day, honestly. So without further ado, I present my visually dated descent into madness as shown through my past hairstyles.
***
Ages 0-5: At this point in life, societal expectations of hair was not on the radar. You were busy being a kid and not caring.
6-11: The bob/bang combo haunts you. Mom has taken all creative liberties over your hair and has decided that this haircut is IT. You are not completely self aware yet and still have yet to care. You’ve barely brushed it these past five years anyway. It’s just hair, right? Right… But what’s this? At age 11 you look in the mirror one day and think “this.. looks oddly familiar… oh no, oh god, *gasp* I look like COCONUT HEAD from Ned’s Declassified!” You decide to live on the edge and say fuck it! You sweep the bang to the side, slightly. A new era of hair is in the making. Remember that self awareness we talked about earlier? It is arriving.
12: Mom decides that it’s time for a bang trim and you are back to square one. You do not oppose the supreme Authority and her desire for the bang. You also chemically alter your virgin hair for the first time. Mom convinces you that highlights would be “sooo cute!” and you oblige willingly. The process is exciting and the anticipation builds through each step. The mixing of the bleach, the slathering onto the hair, the foil, the waiting. You finally wash it out and it’s time for the big reveal: You hate it deeply and cry many tears. You don’t have the heart or guts to tell Mom that you hate it, so you tell her that you love it. “Amy, have you been crying?” “No..”
This is also the point where you discover the flat iron. Everyone in middle school is straightening their hair, therefore you do as well. Simple as that. You desire to be hip and on trend, and this means clothes from Aeropostale, plaid bermuda shorts, and pin straight hair.
13: Dad has convinced Mom that it’s time to let you have a little independence with your hair, and she can’t pretend that you’re her little 6 year old forever. You haven’t realized it yet, but Mom is having a hard time with you growing up. Anyways, now we can really get to business. You want to be “scene” so bad, but you know that will never happen, so you try to keep it lowkey. Swoop-y bangs, layers, and hair growth? Yes, yes, and yes. They layers get a little too short and you look like a founding father when you put your hair in a ponytail, but you like this for some reason. You’re also still trying to figure out the bang situation, but rest assured you’ll get their in a few years time. Also, you SO wish you could dye your hair fire-engine red like Hayley Williams. In your dreams, girl.
14-15: You have decided that flat iron = the devil. You have crispified that absolute shit out of you hair over the past couple years, and you decide that au natural is the way to be. The bangs continue to grow until the entire forehead is consumed, resembling a mushroom cap. You’ve started high school, and you hide behind the bangs that you refuse to push out of your eyes. Social self awareness levels: off the charts.
At 15, you took the plunge and decided to razor cut your bangs all by yourself, holding your breath the entire time. You angle them, shortest point a half inch above the brow, longest point, right below the brow. And they look.. Good? You covered all the bases. Swoop-y? Check. Covering entire forehead? Double check. Eureka, you have found THE bang. A hair stylist will NEVER touch your precious bangs ever again. They will try and they will fail. You’ve also done away with the extreme layers and have decided that it’s time to grow out your precious mane.
16: You got your first job at the grocery store and bought red Manic-Panic hair dye from Sally’s. This is about as close to Hayley Williams as you will get for awhile. Despite the tasteful placement, mom ain’t pleased. Dad ain’t pleased because the dye stained the sink. Oops. But you’ve always wanted to dye your hair and teen angst is beginning to take over. You were inspired to do it because your best friend put a single stripe of purple in her hair. You expressed that you weren’t sure if you should put the red in because you didn’t want to piss off Mom. Her response? And I quote, “Do it pussy.” That’s all you needed.
17: You get caught sneaking out to go hang out with your scumbag boyfriend (unfortunately, you figure out the scumbag part far too late). Mom gets mad and cuts off your hair in blind rage.You cherished your newfound long locks and she knew that. You dread going to school the next day with your botched haircut. The haircut feels like a permanent scarlet letter. Everyone asks the same question: “So what made you want to cut your hair?” You respond “Just needed a change, I guess.” You feel ashamed and embarrassed every time, like your teachers and peers know the real story.
After getting the haircut fixed by an actual stylist, you dig the short, sassy hair. You decide that this haircut was meant to be and embrace the hell out of it. It was a great character building moment anyways.. right? Later, you discover Sun-In, a spray in lightener that promises natural highlights. You spray too much on and your hair turns a strange brass shade. Jake from work asks “Did you dye your hair?” “Yes.” “Oh.” The “Oh” echoes in your mind. Oh? Just oh? You don’t like my hair, Jake? It’s cool. It’s fine.
18: Ah. the age of legal adultness. You get fed up and move out of the clutches of your family home and in with your best friend. This was clearly a recipe for a drastic hair change. After all, you could do whatever the hell you wanted now. Less than a week later of being gone, you dye your hair bright pink, and then later purple. You are feelin’ damn good. When you come home for Christmas, your four year old sister proudly exclaims, “You look like a My Little Pony!!” Pinky Pie, to be exact. After getting disappointed looks from the rest of the family, you find that your sisters enthusiasm was really all you needed. Pinky Pie is awesome.
You continue to learn that you get more attention with bright hair, and it’s a great conversation starter. The attention is mainly positive, but occasionally, a boomer will chime in with the rude opinion you never asked for. The personal favorite remains: “Kill the manic who did THAT to your hair!” You respond “I don’t really want to kill myself.”
You then panic at the thought of graduating high school and being perceived as immature for having bright hair, so you dye it brown and cut it shorter than it’s ever been. It’s an angled cut, and you feel like a Karen. Instinctually, you immediately message “I’ve made a grave mistake.” to the group chat you had with your friends. You are very melodramatic and your friends think that you must have crashed your car or something. Nope, just another bad hair cut. But life goes on and it grows out. Thankfully, you recover from the Karen cut just in time for graduation.You attempt to dye it deep brown, and it turns black. It’s all good though.
19: You decide that you still want color and opt for a small peek-a-boo section of the hair. “Do it pussy” forever resonates in your mind. Purple, blue, red, and orange are the colors of choice. You get a better boyfriend with this hair, and all is well in the world. You feel cool, yet classy. Was this your hair peak?
20: The brown keeps fading out and looking all blotchy from that time you decided to bleach it for the pink and purple. You decide that you need to cleanse your hair of it’s sins. This means more bleach. Fuck it, you are going blonde. This is the last time you will torture your hair with chemicals. Alas, the blonde doesn’t last very long.
You want some flair, so you go for the most bold natural color and order natural red henna powder. Everyone thinks it’s real. Ha, fools. You get tired of breaking hearts when you explain to those who ask that this is indeed not your natural color. You instead opt for the response “Grew it myself,” which is technically not a lie.
21: You continue to discover how much old men fetishize red hair and think you must be feisty or something. Gross. “You know what they say about women with red hair, right?” “No?” You also grow it out and recover what was lost in high school. Your friends cheer you on and convince you to hold off on chopping it when you’re having a moment. Things get weird and sad after leaving the community college and starting the big ol’ university. You gain 25lbs and revert to straight bangs and a middle part, and use your hair to hide again. It’s kind of sadistic. You quickly learn that this choice is a mistake and revert back to your true form: side part and angled bang.
22: It’s finally long.. but also very crispy. It’s time to say goodbye. You’ve been wanting to say goodbye. The hairstylist gets cold feet and doesn’t cut off as much as you ask her. You don’t say a damn thing, and eventually finish the job at home. Who knew cutting hair at home was so easy? Money and time become scarce, so retouching the auburn color doesn’t really happen anymore. In the past this might have troubled you, but for now you don’t really care.
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So there you have it. It’s just hair, right? Dead stuff growing out of your head. Well, yes. But it doesn’t take a genius to understand that hair is a big part of many people's identity. It’s one of the first things we tend to notice about others. Whether we mean to or not, we prejudge on appearances. Hair can get so emotional the more you think about it. I never knew how emotionally attached I was to my hair until it was taken away from me at age 17. Personally, my hair was a security blanket growing up. I learned to use it as a way of hiding my face and shying away from others. It was also one of the few things I had control over, and indeed became a major part of my young identity. Turning 18, I asserted my own ultimate control when I dyed my whole head bright pink. I now realize that this was in essence my way of letting my odd family know that I was in charge of my own endeavors from now on. The legality of turning 18 meant so much to me at the time, and pink hair was a grand symbol of it all.
So now I invite you to go look back on your old photos and brew on them. Reminisce, perhaps. Ultimately, you should at the very least laugh, because I know we’ve all had shitty haircuts at some point.
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