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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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When He Sees Me

Ships: Tenya Iida x Gn!Reader

I just got huge Iida vibes when I was trying to pick a character. So I hope y’all Iida simps enjoy :>

Shorty is gonna be LONG

It’s Gender Neutral. So if you prefer she/her, replace it in your mind. Same thing for he/him or any other pronouns y’all may use :>. uwu

ALSO. There’s non canonical grey’s “spoilers” in here. Like I needed a character to die and just picked a random name.

I mean there’s minute plot spoilers. I chose the most inconvenient to the plot of shit to talk about. Sorry in advance. If you wanna skip, it’s under the line “a stranger who might talk to fast”

Ooga Booga flashback text

This is lyric text

Enjoy

Listen while you read!!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Warnings: Probably cursing, angsty ish themes.

Prompt: A song lyrics insert fic based off of “When He Sees Me” by Kimio Glen. (Y/N) is feeling insecure about their feelings for Iida, so they cope in the best way they know: music.

(Y/N) trudged their way through the common room, brushing away their tears and ignoring the calls from their friends. How could they have been so stupid?

“I’m fine, just need time alone.” they muttered with venom lacing their tongue.

“(Y/N) wait!” Ochaco called after them, “is this about?” She placed a reassuring hand on their forearm.

They yanked their arm away from the touch. “It’s nothing, ‘Chaco. Told you, M’fine.” As they disappeared, Iida appeared in the door.

“Are-are they alright?” He inquired, making a beeline for the dorm hallway.

“Iida.” Izuku’s voice echoed through the room, “don’t.”

“But- What if I made them sad? What if I did something so unchivalrous that I must apologize for it!”

“Trust me. They just need time alone.” Izuku made his way up to the latter’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Iida watched as they continued down the hallway, wiping their occasional tears. He wanted nothing more than to wipe their tears for them, and whisper sweet nothings into their ear.

(Y/N) gently closed the door behind them, swiftly locking it and slipping their shoes off. How can they get out of this mood? Iida didn’t even do anything! heh that’s right... it’s what he didn’t do.

They plugged in a pair of earbuds to their phone and put on the best song for the occasion. The gentle beat of the song instantly calmed them down.

I stick with real things, usually facts and figures.

(Y/N) chuckled. This song most definitely describes them in every way. Maybe this is why it’s such a comfort to them. As they continued to listen, all of their pleasant memories came involuntarily flooding in, playing like a movie in their vision.

When information’s in its place, I minimize the guessing games.

and guess what. I don’t like guessing games or when I feel things, before I know the feelings.

“(Y/N) come on! It’ll be fun! Maybe I can change your mind?”

“I don’t know Iida. I’m not a big fan of games like this.”

(Y/N) shuffled nervously about the room, pondering their decision. They took a breath in and then exhaled slowly.

“Alright. How do I play?”

How am I supposed to operate when I’m just tossed around by fate?

...like on an unexpected date?

“Unfortunately Midoriya and Uraraka will not be joining us for Pizza Friday.” Iida said gently, slipping into the booth (Y/N) was seated in.

“Traitors.” (Y/N) muttered, causing Iida to let out a boisterous laugh.

(Y/N)‘s eyes sparkled. Oh shit. What is this? What are they feeling?

With a stranger who might talk to fast.

The Dekusquad was cuddled up on a winter night in the common room. Everyone was in one big huddle, sharing a small blanket. Luckily, Todoroki was kind enough to be a human heater. Today was Friday, signifying a new episode of the squad’s favorite show: Grey’s Anatomy.

“Oh my gosh...” Uraraka muttered, eyes widening to the size of dollar coins, “did they really just-“

“They did! I can’t believe they killed off (no correlation I just picked a name) Hunt! I mean seriously! They just gave him the character development! He went from having PTSD flashbacks in the on call room to dealing with Riggs and now this! What in the name of-“ Iida seemed to be reading from a prompt as complaints leaked from his lips.

“Hey Iida?” (Y/N) cooed calmly.

Iida snapped his response, he was still very frustrated, “w h a t?”

“Shut the fuck up. He’s not dead, look.” (Y/N) pointed at the screen.

“I- alright.”

Or ask me questions about myself before I decided that he can ask me questions about myself.

(Y/N) jumped nearly a foot in the air when Iida slapped a tray on the opposite end of their lunch table.

“Tamayaki! Hello! My friends and I felt it would be wise to invite you into our group! How would you feel about that?”

“Uh- I-I-guess. T-that work-“

“Perfect! So about you! What school did you come from? If you were always in U.A what course did you work in before?”

“Gee Iida, they just got here. Don’t overwhelm them.” A green haired boy said as he nonchalantly sat down.

(Y/N) let out a small chuckle when Iida started to stammer and his face flushed slightly.

He might sit too close

“Students, we have a new addition to our course. Based off of recommendations, here’s (Y/N) Tamayaki.” Aizawa’s cool voice pierced the deadly silent room, “please take a seat.”

“Um. Hi.” Their shy voice was barely audible as they sat in the only empty seat.

“Hello Tamayaki! I am Tenya Iida! I am the class representative. I will make it my goal to make you comfortable!”

Or call the waiter by their first name

“Thank you Mizaki! Have a pleasant day! Thank you for your impeccable servitude!” Iida said with a bow as he exited the booth of Pizza Palace.

“You are such a dork.” (Y/N) said with a chuckle, “it’s sweet.”

“I’ll let that pass...” Iida stated coolly, “since you agreed to tip 30%.”

They couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Come on you big goof.” They gripped Iida’s wrist and strolled our of the restaurant.

Or eat Oreos... but eat the cookie before the cream

(Y/N) sat dumbfounded, their gaze fixed upon Iida. They couldn’t help but be enticed by the way the boy ate Oreos.

“Tenya... what the actual f u c k are you doing?”

“Eating Oreos. What are you doing?”

“What kind of monster eats Oreos like that?”

“This monster.” Iida stated proudly.

“Yeah you’re definitely some kind of monster for eating them like that.” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly.

“Yeah? Well I’m two types of monster now.”

“And the first type?”

“The tickle monster!”

“TENYA I SWEAR TO GOD-“

But what scares me the most... Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn’t like it?

(Y/N) stood anxiously in front of their mirror, eyes locked on their outfit.

“Hey. You look fantastic (Y/N). He’s gonna drop dead when he sees you.” Ochaco chimed from her position on her dorm bed.

(Y/N) confided in Ochaco about her boy troubles. They felt that she was the most trustworthy of all their friends.

“I-I don’t know ‘Chaco. What if he runs the other way? I can’t hide from it! What happens then?”

Ochaco simply smiled with a sigh. “Trust me. He’s gonna think you look great.”

“You really think so?”

“I really know so.”

If when he knows me, what if he’s disappointed? What if I give myself away only to get it given back?

(Y/N) groaned as they grit their teeth. They bite their lip to fight back the tears threatening to fall from their face. A knock interrupts their attempts.

“(Y/N)? It’s me. I’m gonna come in okay?”

“F-fine.”

The lock on the door squeaked then turned. Uraraka gently entered and saw her friend in stitches. “Oh dear. Oh gorgeous, you’ll be alright.” She rushed to their side, pulling them into a hug, “Worst comes to worst, you hold your head high and shove him on the back burner.”

(Y/N) chucked, “I couldn’t live with that. I’m just fine inside my shell shaped mind.”

“Just think of all the good times you’ve had though. Remember the spring festival?” The brunette beamed, grabbing the small beanie baby (Y/N) kept on their book shelf.

“Heh yeah.”

The Dekusquad was hanging together at the spring festival. They all decided to enjoy the performance of class 1-B, except they were standing in the dead back.

“Psssst Iida.” (Y/N) whined, “can’t see.”

Iida simply chuckled and put (Y/N) on his shoulders.

“This way I get the best view.” They whispered before turning their attention back to the show, gently drumming on Tenya’s head.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you struggling alone.” Ochaco pondered, gently touching her friend’s arm.

“Just gotta get it out. I want to be able to face him, so that when he sees me, I want him to.” (Y/N) replied, throwing their head into their hands.

“(Y/N) sweetie, don’t you think you’re being a tad bit... I mean just a little-“

“I’m not defensive! I’m simply being cautious! Just- just leave me alone for now.”

“(Y/N)-“

“Please!”

Ochaco sighed but obliged, shutting the door behind her gently. More memories flooded (Y/N)‘s mind.

I can’t risk reckless dating, due to my miscalculating.

“(Y/N), baby come on. I’ll treat you well.” Monoma walked closer to them, greatly invading their space.

“No! Get away! This was a mistake!” (Y/N) cried out, throwing their palms up to push the boy back.

“I will! You don’t believe me do you? Just let me show you a good ti-“

“When someone tells you no Monoma, that isn’t an invite to keep trying.” A stronger voice called from the distance.

It was Iida. He put the boy in a bone crushing hold and threw him to the side. He then rushed to his friend’s aid.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? I swear to god if he-“

“Tenya I’m” they wiped a stray tear, “I’m fine now. Thank you.”

While a certain suitor stands in line, I’ve seen in movies. Most made for television.

“For goodness sake, this is absolute garbage. Why are we even watching this?” Iida groaned from his spot next to (Y/N) on the couch.

Ah yes. Mamma Mia.

“ShhshsSHHSHSHSH.” (Y/N) threw their hands over his mouth, “EW TENYA WHAT THE FUCK.”

Iida chuckled as (Y/N) removed their now saliva coated hands, “don’t cover my mouth unless you want to get your hand licked.”

“I’ll cover your mouth if I damn well please!” (Y/N) bit in rebuttal, “I’ll take you on Iida! You aren’t as strong as you say!”

The two wrestled about, giggling vigorously. Ultimately, Iida was the one who pinned (Y/N) to the couch. A raspberry to (Y/N)’s neck is what earned them both detention.

(Y/N) sat in Mina’s dorm, hanging out with most of the 1-A girls.

“C’mon (Y/N), you cant be so picky about who you date.” Mina chimed from her position on the bed.

“Yes I can. You cannot be too careful when it comes to sharing your life.”

“Fair point. But what’s so terrible about the boys here?”

“Nothing really, I just have to be cautious. I mean seriously, I could end up a miserable spouse!“

(Y/N) went in rambling and rambling. The girls stared at them in earnest with grins on their faces. They sure did love their crazy friend.

“I’m sorry girls, but he could be criminal! Some kind of psychopath who escaped from an institution. Somewhere where they don’t have girls! He could’ve masterminded a plan to find me-“

“(Y/N)-“

“HE COULD BE COLORBLIND! How untrustworthy is that? He could be less than kind...”

(Y/N) sighed as they rose from their bed. They make their way over to the picture they keep of the Dekusquad.

“Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes... and make me laugh... come out of hiding...” they sang gently.

They put the picture down and stood in the center of their room. “What do I do with that?” They closed their eyes and let their tears fall down, no one could see them. No one could hear them, they just wanted to get it all out of their system.

Or so they thought.

“Oh god...” (Y/N) whimpered through their staggered breathing, “What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it! What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it.” They sang with pain lacing their voice. Singing was becoming harder as they sobbed.

“What if when he holds me, my heart is set in motion?” They fell to their knees, cursing themself for being so weak.

(Y/N) hiccuped through their tears. Struggling to stand on their feet. “Why... me?... W-Why... him? WHY NOW?”

The door opened swiftly, hitting the doorstop loudly, then (Y/N) was wrapped in a warm embrace. A hand gently pet their hair as it pushed their head into their embracer’s chest. The poor student simply bawled in the person’s grip.

I’m not prepared for that, I’m scared of breaking open.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). Please let me fix whatever I’ve done wrong.” A whisper filled the room. It was Iida’s.

But still I can’t help from hoping to find someone to talk to.

(Y/N) hiccuped as they fought Iida’s sturdy grip.

“Off... Iida...” they muttered, “get off.”

“I’ll have to be dead before I let go of you. What kind of hero let’s their best friend cry?”

Who likes the way I am...

(Y/N) gave up and sank into the embrace.

“It’s okay... just let it out. I’m ready to fix my mistake.”

They smiled and looked up at Iida, who wiped a spare tear from their eye.

“Tenya... it’s nothing you can fix, sweetheart...” they whispered.

“Then I’ll be here until you open up to me.”

“This is why I love you.” They whispered unknowingly, nuzzling deeper into Iida’s hold.

Iida’s breath hitched. He held (Y/N)‘s chin up to look at him. “What?”

“What do you mean what?”

“You said...”

“I said...?”

Iida closed his eyes and released a deep breath. He brought his face closer to (Y/N)‘s and gently connected their lips. (Y/N) gasped, but melted into the kiss.

When the two broke apart, (Y/N) spoke up.

“So you mean to tell me... that I just spent about five minutes in here bawling my eyes out... just for you to like me back...? How very...”

“That’s what you were so upset about? Oh my goodness I’m so sorry (Y/N) I wish I could’ve told you sooner but I was so worried that-“

“Just shut up and kiss me... please.” They whispered.

Iida obliged and connected them once more. Finally... sweet relief.

Someone who when he sees me... wants to again.

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gwlemonyshenanigans · 2 years

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Spotlight Friday

Very soon the event will kick off! We can’t wait to see what everyone one has been working on! It’s Friday again, so time to put two more of our creators in the spotlight!

AngelSelene

Where can we find you? (Ao3, FFN, Tumblr, etc?)

AO3 and Tumblr.

Who is your favorite character?

Duo Maxwell

Which is your favorite Gundam?

Deathscythe Hell

What is your favorite episode or scene from Gundam Wing? (Show, movie, or manga)

Ep. 19 - Assault on Baruji - it's the ep where Heero should kill Duo and instead saves him. One of my favorites in the show.

What got you into the Gundam Wing fandom?

I was just starting to get into BL and yaoi, and stumbled across the fanfiction for Gundam Wing (waay back in say 2000-2001). It was still a favorite among my subtitling group (who were doing Gundam X at the time), so I started watching. I'm stupid weak for long-haired pretty boys, so Duo stole my damn heart. Far too long later, still an all-time favorite.

Which type of fandom media do you prefer to contribute? And to consume? (art, fics, metas, etc.)

Contribute - Writing. Consume - fic first, but art and meta are also welcome!

What is your favorite trope?

I'm a damned sucker for soulmate AUs. I swear, I *will* be writing... *checks list* a bunch. Sooner or later. I'm probably best known for crossovers though (which I also love dearly).

Shamelessly plug the work you are most proud of and the reason why!

Tornadoes and Constellations

Because when I came back to posting in early 2020, the thing I promised myself is that anything I started to post, I had to finish. T&C is the first longfic I finished since I was 13, the one I proved to myself that I *could* finish long works. It'd be a point of incredible pride for that alone, but I'm also extremely proud of the plots that play out in the chapters (chapter 4 in particular), and also where I first really started digging into my Spacer culture. It holds an incredibly special place in my heart, and I think it always will.

Alphaikaros

Where can we find you? (Ao3, FFN, Tumblr, etc?)

You can find me mostly in Twitter(@Cheesetenie) and in Tumblr(alphaikaros), I do also have my Pixiv (alpha-ikaros). I do have an AO3 account, but I rarely visit it.

Who is your favorite character?

I'm going to be a little biased on this lol sorry! ... My favorite ones are mostly the GW ladies, but I guess its Relena, because she's the easiest one for me to draw.

Which is your favorite Gundam?

Wing Zero EW version, and Tallgeese III. Those wings are just *chef's kiss*

What is your favorite episode or scene from Gundam Wing? (Show, movie, or manga)

I guess Heero's flashback in EW, Heero and Relena close-up talk before the final battle, and of course Heero landing on Relena's breasts towards EW's ending

What got you into the Gundam Wing fandom?

I had a huge crush on Heero, Quatre and Zechs

Which type of fandom media do you prefer to contribute? And to consume? (art, fics, metas, etc.)

Since I mostly draw, I prefer to contribute fanarts. I do like to read fics whenever possible, or when I found some of my favorite genre/AUs

What is your favorite trope?

Arrgh this is hard... I usually go by those typical "Shoujo" tropes like Cool, Mysterious character vs. Bubbly, cheerful character, Highschool AUs, Beach scenarios, Festival scenarios.

Shamelessly plug the work you are most proud of and the reason why!

Oh gosh... My most proud works are my Halloween 2021 fanarts!

#gundam wing #mobile suit gundam wing #gundam wing fanfiction #lemons #event #gundam wing fanart #fanfiction #fanart #lemonyshenanigans #lemonyshenanigans2022

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Twelfth Letter

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To: Chwe Hansol/Vernon

From: Y/N

Hello, Vernon.

It hasn't been that long. Actually, as I'm writing this letter, we had our first kiss a few days ago.

I guess I must have the worst timing when it comes to love or just falling in love in general. Maybe I took way too long getting to know you. Maybe I didn't believe in myself enough and I let the curse take effect again.

I told you about how I had the worst luck with love. During all of my time in graduate school, I haven't fallen in love again, but now, I guess I have fallen in love with you.

I don't know what it is that made me realize what I had for you was love, but from the moment we met, I felt a spark in my chest.

That day when I had my ears plugged with white headphones, looking down at my phone with music blasted high, you grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to your chest. You also had headphones on.

I guess that left a great first impression.

You saved me from a dashing motorbike that could have crashed into me and for the first time in years, I felt my heart race. With your hand holding my back, you asked me if I was okay, but I couldn't hear a thing.

Then, you removed my headphones and brought me back to reality when I was having a daze.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you let go of my body. “You should watch where you're going, always.”

I was almost too caught up in your handsome visuals to say anything. Your eyes were such a beautiful brown and your foreign-like visuals were mesmerizing. In the end, I just nodded and thanked you for saving me.

As you were walking down the street, about to plug in your headphone piece that fell, I was still able to feel my heart thumping. I brought my hand to my chest and I knew this undeniable feeling.

That's when I called out to you and told you that I'd repay you.

Liking you brought back the feeling of having a youthful crush. I felt like I could fall in love again. It felt like I was returning to my youth and I was able to recover all those broken love stories with yours. Of course, I knew I was just getting ahead of myself.

I didn't expect anything from us. Our career paths and majors were similar but also different. We didn't get to see each other often and when we did, it was usually always coincidental; at the coffee shop nearby, or library, or the burger place nearby campus... It was just like that for us.

We didn't start hanging out until I asked you out to the movies. Well, not really ‘asking you out’, I just asked to hang out as repayment, since you saved me from getting hit by a bike. I remembered that you liked to watch movies.

I guess that would be named our first date for me. It was fun, sad, and scary, thrilling, and fun, and I could tell that you enjoyed the movie a lot. It was awkward being at the movie theater with you at first, but the moment we sat down, you talked to me casually, making me feel comfortable when I was the one who should have made you.

You acted like yourself during the entire movie and seeing that side of you made my heart race. You laughed and clapped out loud. At times, you seemed to be an extrovert who was confident, and at times, you seemed to be a quiet introvert. Your personality baffled me in a good way but I know one thing for sure.

You give the best reactions.

Watching you laugh at the movie was enough to make me almost laugh as well. Before I knew it, I was enjoying it just as much as you did. I think the fact that I was with you left an impact on my happiness during that movie.

Vernon, you're a fun guy. We started hanging out more often after the movies. Sometimes we would even grab lunch together, go buy books, chill at the beach watching the waves, stay cool at a pool, etc, whenever we had free time. We also talked a lot with each other.

I liked that we talked a lot with each other. I had only a few friends that I could talk to but with you, I felt like I could tell you anything. You just had this trustworthy aura floating around you at all times and I knew I could trust you.

You seemed to tell me everything too. I'm glad that I could vent out my anger to you and you would always be willing to listen to me and give me advice. I'm also glad that I was able to hear all of your problems and help you with them too.

I remember a day, when we were walking in the park while drinking soda, you told me about your insecurities. It was the first time you ever brought it up. Usually, we didn't talk about anything too personal like that - just our families, work, friends, hobbies. Yet, you were able to tell me about what you were insecure about.

To me, Vernon, you seemed like a perfect guy that I didn't even know you had such insecurities. I don't want to write them down in this letter to you just in case someone reads it, so I won't. I'm glad I was able to make you feel better about your insecurities though. I just always remembered your insecurity and complimenting that part of your body made me feel happier too. I can still remember that smile of yours when I complimented it. It was so bright, shining, and warm.

Since you were able to tell me such things, I felt that I could tell you such things about myself too. I had many insecurities and as a person, I wasn't satisfied at all with how I looked. To me, everything about my body seemed like a flaw.

Thank you, Vernon. I can still remember that scolding tone of yours when you responded to my confessions.

“What are you talking about? Why are you even insecure about that? You are literally- your skin is perfect! Your hair- it's not oily at all?! And your fingers- I mean, they are so delicate, how could you even be insecure of them?”

I wanted to say the same thing to you. How could you be insecure about that one thing? To me, you were complete perfection with imperfections, and it was alright to be that way.

You took my hand and that's when I noticed your long and large hand. It was much bigger than but since it was the first time our hands were up against each other, I could finally compare the size; which revealed to be strikingly different, unsurprisingly.

Vernon, you were like a therapist. Every week that I spent with you, my feelings began to grow. I'm sure I loved you but at the same time, this feeling that I feel for you seems to be like friendship. I don't know if I love you as a lover or a friend.

I guess spending so much time with you made me realize what a great guy you are as a friend and potential boyfriend. I would be glad to keep you as both, it doesn't matter which one. I just wish that I could keep you by my side; though it's quite obvious that being friends is the more obvious chance.

A few days ago, we kissed each other.

I know you know which day that is because it's your birthday. You held a small celebration and invited me over. Of course, I wasn't expecting much but since it was your birthday, I decided, “Why not get dolled up for it?”

After the birthday party, we were both a bit drunk. I'm pretty sure I was drunker than you were so the memories I write down may be blurry.

Everyone else had left except us. The restaurant was closing and since I was drunk, it was a bit hard for me to walk. I managed to get out the front door with the help of your hand holding my arm but when I took a few steps outside of the restaurant, my feet finally turned to jelly.

Like a hero, you caught me with your large hands. You had pulled me with your hand and scooped my waist with your other hand.

Trust me, even though I was drunk, I was able to feel emotions and I was a tiny bit sober enough to think properly.

Standing in front of the restaurant in our cliche but romantic position, it just felt like the right moment for the drunk me. We were holding eye contact and though I couldn't tell what you were thinking, it seemed like you felt it was the perfect time too.

That's why I wrapped my arms around your shoulders and pulled your face closer to mine until our lips were gently mashed. My heart was pounding but I couldn't distinguish whether it was from nervousness or enjoyment.

I just remember your warm breath and the strange sweet taste of wine lingering on your tongue as you kissed me. I'm sure the kiss was a bit sloppy but to me, it was passionate and sweet, even though I was a bit out of it. You had your hands tracing up and down my waist and hips while my hands were digging the back of your hair, my chest pressed against yours.

After that, I think you took me home.

After your birthday, you told me that you'd want to stay friends, though it seemed like you were a bit unsure of what you were saying. I was fine with that decision though because, after the kiss, I sort of felt that it wasn't right for us to date. It seemed like to us, friends were the best we could be. You and I could lean on each other.

Kissing that night on your birthday was probably just a one-time thing for you and me.

I'm glad that we can stay friends though. Even after that kiss, you're acting normal around me, like we're still friends, which I'm thankful for.

Up until now, I'm pretty sure I loved you. Love is a confusing topic to me. I still love you.

I've loved you romantically.

And now, I'll love you as a friend.

I'm thankful enough for that.

Sincerely,

Y/N.

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7/13/21 - 8:40 pm

a/n: Vernon Chwe... Gosh why does he look so good in that photo!? + I have a plan/general plot for a book but I am having trouble deciding the male lead... I plan for it to be a fanfiction but I'm stuck on the male main character.

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romanianwilkinson · 3 years

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LESS IS MORGUE SENTENCE STARTERS

A collection of quotes from the podcast Less is Morgue, episodes 101 and 102. Feel free to change pronouns/wording as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Crude, gore, cannibalism, drugs, death.

“ Oh my gosh, so they can hear me? ”

“ Hey! How is everybody doing? What's Earth been like since I died!? ”

“ Do people still say “Cool beans”? ”

“ In 2012, a Florida man died after consuming two-dozen live roaches in a competition - this is fifteen fewer than my personal best. ”

“ Let’s keep this tight, the pizza guy will be here any minute now. ”

“ What toppings did you get this time? ”

“ We need to get to some kind of point, or the reviews are gonna tear us a new one! ”

“ I apologize for being the first person to diss Nickelback. ”

“ At least they played it as you were lowered into the grave, in front of all your friends and loved ones. That must’ve been cathartic. ”

“ You were already in the afterlife at that point, right? ”

“ Well, I filled out my paperwork for sixteen years. ”

“ Every time you tell me this, I just can’t imagine an amount of paperwork that would take sixteen years. ”

“ Oh, I could ace that. I remember everything. ”

“ On this day, five years ago, I ate two dead rats and half a pound of Chef Boyardee’s canned unicorn meat. ”

“ [NAME], you know I eat way more than eight spiders a year. ”

“ I ate her corpse out of her grave. ”

“ To be fair, I had no idea that being eaten by a ghoul would mean that my sixteen years of paperwork would be for nothing. It’s okay though, I still had seven years left to go. ”

“ Why did you eat my body, anyway? ”

“ In hindsight, the gaping wounds probably would have been easier to manage than this. ”

“ I don’t want the deep state to know any of those things about me. ”

“ Personally, I think the rules of this whole haunting thing are nebulous bullshit. ”

“ That’s like asking who’s a better blind date than Jeffrey Dahmer. The answer being: literally anyone but Jeffrey Dahmer. ”

“ [NAME]! [NAME]! Stop! You’re killing the pizza man! ”

“ There’s blood everywhere, [NAME]! Jesus! Why did you do that!? ”

“ He entered my space without warning me! It was self-defense! ”

“ No, no. I think the rules are different when “eaten by ghoul” is the cause of death. He’s probably in the great DMV in the sky already. ”

“ That - in addition to my hefty child support bills - is why I’m shilling Agamemnon Condoms, the only brand willing to overlook my many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many transgressions. ”

“ No, but these are probably the kinds of questions you should ask yourself BEFORE killing random people. ”

“ It’s not ridiculous! You just have to remember not to murder everyone so hard when you meet them! ”

“ Name five people you know that aren’t dead. Family don't count. ”

“ Come on! This is the one thing we didn't want to happen! ”

“ Please don't undermine me in front of the dead pizza guy. ”

“ I physically can't stop anything, which is something you're probably gonna understand soon. ”

“ We used to call it Hell, but the underworld is a little more tourist-friendly. ”

“ Well, [NAME], me and my associates have been crunching the numbers regarding the fate of your immortal soul, and you, my friend, are Hellbound. ”

“ Okay so, just last week you illegally downloaded three movies that are still in theatres. ”

“ So you're sending me to hell...for piracy? ”

“ Now, come along, we just finished polishing the slide covered in razor blades. ”

“ I mean, it's better than literal Hell. ”

“ Wait, was that it? I’m not complaining, but I feel like you should have done more to torment us. ”

“ I think we should probably wrap this puppy up. We digressed, we forgot to plug our socials, we committed second degree murder - ”

“ So no demons, no murder, no digressing. ”

“ Do you have any idea how hard it is to scrub ghost audio out of a file? ”

“ In Tokyo, you can pay the Family Romance Corporation to imitate your friends, co-workers, and loved ones. Me? I do it for free. ”

“ Who told you about Instagram? Wait, doesn't matter. ”

“ Only we could go from having too many guests to not enough guests in the span of a minute. ”

“ This jerk can’t even see me, [NAME]! ”

“ As a soothsayer, I can say the sooth, the whole sooth, and nothing but the sooth. ”

“ A witch will take your bones. ”

“ Beware the ukulele. Nothing good will come of it. ”

“ I was just getting to that! Point is, I heard tell that this basement is haunted. ”

“ Don’t mock me with your pity. ”

“ He literally doesn’t know...anything. It’s almost impressive. ”

“ Fuck this, I can’t die now, think of my investments! ”

“ I’m living in the real world - and that means avoiding disappointment by having subterranean expectations! ”

“ I feel like maybe you’re just used to people treating you badly so you always assume the worst. Sometimes, good things just happen. ”

“ Sorry I’m late. A Shoggoth was blocking Oak Street so I had to take the long way round. ”

“ You didn't tell me he was a zombie! ” “ I thought it was implied, with the whole "brains" thing. ”

“ So anyway, one day they brought in this rare Sumatran Rat Monkey that some collector wanted to buy, but the little bastard got loose and just ate my face off my skull. ”

“ Should have been expected, really - the mortality rate for employees at that PetSmart is super high, especially after they started selling those flesh-eating scarab beetles and the goldfish that can control your thoughts. ”

“ Overworked? Underappreciated? Harboring a dark soul full of terrible secrets? Then go to Hell! Literally! ”

“ You know, people are always saying that the wages of sin is death, but who can afford to die in this economy? ”

“ You like it hot? We’ll literally boil your fucking skin off. You like dogs? Ours have three heads! That’s triple the dog! ”

“ You may or may not have the time of your life! ”

“ I think I’ve got a family of dead opossums in the freezer to tide me over… ”

“ You barely even look dead, honestly! ”

“ Did you know there are whole twitter accounts that just have pictures of dogs? I hadn't seen a dog in sixteen years, then boom, dogs everywhere! ”

“ Dogs driving cars - can you believe that? Can you believe that there's a dog out there that can drive? I mean, how did the dogs learn how to drive? Is there a doggy driving school? I bet every dog that goes to driving school just aces it, because dogs are good at everything. ”

“ I am a mistake of nature, a mad beast. ”

“ STOP EATING OUR GUESTS! ”

“ Stop invoking fate to excuse your mistakes! ” “ It’s my right as an American! ”

“ That’s no excuse, I’ve been dead for over ten years, and I’m here! ”

“ So she likes to indulge in a little of the devil’s lettuce… Or even a lot of the devil’s lettuce, who are we to judge? ”

“ I can do a really awesome metal scream. ”

“ Are you speaking to the goat again? ”

“ Goats are pretty cool, I guess. But also not real. ”

“ I wouldn't make a habit of doing this. It’s kinda creepy. ”

“ Sorry, sorry, I haven’t used a body in sixteen years, I'm a little rusty. ”

“ Just don't break it. I don't need anymore ghosts in here. ”

“ I don't think I could have possessed her for much longer. It’s not a good feeling. ”

“ What I’d give to live in your world, [NAME], it always sounds so much nicer than mine. ”

“ Don’t make me call an exorcist, [NAME]… ”

#ask meme #rp meme #rp starters #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #roleplay sentence starters #mine

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10. What ship do you feel is overrated?

sighs for a very long time It might just be Tuggoffelees, my favorite ship. It is the most popular but I still love it. Sometimes I don't much care for the portrayal of the ship, but thats why I want to portray them differently but still keep them in character. I love it so much! But its everywhere!

11. What is your favourite ship to write for?

Now I sound like a hypocrite but its Tuggoffelees (again, my favorite ship). I like to write Misto as a bit snarky and sarcastic and Tugger as big and bombastic but more subdued around Misto because he feels like he can finally chill out and not put on this bravado everyone expects of him. Of course, he is still Tugger, and that is his personality so while he's still more calm around Misto, he's still his showy self, its just more real.

I also like writing for Alonzostrap. Now, I mean, I haven't written for them yet, but I have plans for them in my AU and how I want to write them. I already have a design for Munk and I'm working on one for Alonzo (he's just a tad trickier thanks to his facial markings in the show). But I am excited for when I do write them! I hope I pull it off!

19. If there was one commonly accepted fandom headcanon you could get rid of forever, what would it be?

Only one? Urgh okay it has to be Himbo!Tugger. He's not a himbo and I will absolutely die on this hill. I wrote a whole thing about it here if you wanna check out my thoughts on it

32. Which fandom-created character/design is your favourite?

I'll go with... Oh gosh... Okay I adore @gayalonzo 's Mac design. They have many but they know which one I love. Also Turtle's use of colors is just very good, and all their designs are unique. Like you don't really gotta have them colored to know who is who. Also their Mac has the best hair, its so big and puffy and sharp

I love @plzdonthitmewithyourcar 's Tugger and Misto design! I also just adore their art so much, it fills me with much joy! Its probably one of my favorite art styles in the fandom and the art looks like it popped right out of an animated movie. Like Don Bluth! Or Disney would be the more popular comparison but I like Don Bluth so Don Bluth

And I love @0zzysaurus 's Jerrie design! Its unique, its cute, its fun, and I love the colors! Also probs one of the more popular Jerrie designs? I wouldn't know, my Cats interactions are very small and I only follow a few Cats blogs so I don't get overwhelmed with too much Cats content. But I adore his Jerrie. I love drawing his Jerrie too! Those bangs? Oh honey, those bangs!

Yes I did just plug all my friend's art don't look at me

39. What AU or headcanon do you have that you feel embarassed or nervous to share with people?

I only have one AU and its my fantasy AU and I'm not embarrassed by that at all. In terms of HCs? Not many I'm embarrassed or nervous to share. I like to ship Skimble with Bustopher which makes no sense but I'll stick to my guns! I ship them!

Now, there are opinions I have that I'm too nervous to share. I'll pull the bandaid off on this one but I do not like Jacob Brent's Misto that much (and yes it has everything to do with his makeup)

Thanks for sending these in! <3

#lozeyasktag #Jacob's makeup is just..........#makes a noise in the back of my throat

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Author Interview Tag

Tagged By: so, long story short... these tags happened right as I was getting super busy with end-of-the-year-craziness, and I completely didn't see them until I was re-scrolling through all my mentions on Tumblr recently. So the people who initially tagged me have probably forgotten they even did (🤣😬🤦‍♀️) but my my count, they would be: @loved-the-stars-too-fondly, @libbyweasley, @aleksandrachaev, and @everythingirl44. Thank you very much indeed, all of you!! This looks like an absolutely amazing challenge, late as I may be to it.

Name: Lily

Fandom(s): Agents of SHIELD (TV) and Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Where You Post: AO3, and the occasional drabble/prompt fill to Tumblr - which, upon consideration, I should probably collect on AO3 🤔

Most Popular Oneshot: for Spideychelle, and overall too, apparently it's my, my, just how much I missed you, my surprisingly angsty (but with a hopeful ending) ten-years-post-FFH fic for Day 4 of Spideychelle Week.

For AoS, it's time can break your heart, have you begging please which, to be entirely 100% honest with you, I completely forgot I wrote in the first place 🤣🙈 It's post-7x10 angst on... that 7x10 and very spoilery death, with some Dousy hurt/comfort. Apparently, Dousy hurt/comfort is the rage, so... that's cool, I suppose.

Most Popular Multichapter Fic: just a few weeks ago, I would have responded with something like, "multichap? Me? As if 😳😅" But now... well, I'm actually posting my first multi-chapter fic later today, so we'll see how that goes!!

Favourite Story You've Written So Far: oh, gosh, that's a really, really hard one!! I've really, really enjoyed almost everything I've written, so picking is going to be very tough cookies xD

For AoS, I think I'm going to go for take my hand, take my whole life too, which is one of the first few things I wrote, but still holds a very special place in my heart, because I felt that it was a fic I could really be proud of, you know? Plus, it made me feel ridiculously soft and shippy-happy throughout the writing process. Plus plus, it has an absolutely stunning banner created by the amazing @ughfitz, which still touches me a lot, because I'd never had such a beautiful banner made before and askjgddfshhdhh it's just perfect.

I'm also very partial to july second, the birthday fic I wrote for @doctorofaos - because Hunter's point of view, it turns out, is ridiculously fun to write, and I had an absolute ball. The whole arc - a surprise birthday party for Daisy, and some team bonding/family fluff - just really works for me, too.

Another one that has to go on this list is hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends, my DaisyMack Soulmates BroTP, because that one is my amazing wife @aleksandrachaev's favourite, and it melts my heart so much to hear how much she likes it. 💜

Then lastly, for Spideychelle, my favourite thing I've written is quintessential spideychelle, no contest - it's a Roommates AU and my birthday gift for @eowima, and all the bonding those two dorks do over Lucifer and fandom in general brings me endless delight.

My Aladdin AU, now when did you last let your heart decide, will also always hold a special place in my heart, because it's the first really long thing I wrote. I put a ton of effort into it, and, well, I still think it's kinda fab.

(also I'm so sorry for the relentless self-plug that turned into, oh my God, apparently I'm just that indecisive and love talking that much. I apologise once again)

Fic You Were Nervous To Post: Aubrey, high-five! Because one of the things I was definitely the most freaked out for was that is good, my first-ever Quakerider fic and birthday gift for @acerobbiereyes. The response to that turned out to be overwhelmingly positive, though, and I have even made promises to venture into Quakerider-land again 🥰

I was also a little stressed for we love you, we love you, and we hope you love we too, which was my first-ever polyship fic - Fitzskimmons and cute notes for the fluff bingo - and something I also dedicated to the amazing @bobbimorseisbisexual. Also the formatting for this thing was HELL, and computers and I do not get along, so I was in cold sweats that it wouldn't work and fail on me completely... but, no, it worked, and the wonderful response to it too, very much melted my heart 🥺💖

How You Choose Your Titles: song lyrics. Almost always song lyrics. And if it's not song lyrics, it's a quote of some kind - it just works for me, and I actually find it fun to go hunt for something that works. Maybe I'm weird, but I actually do love it xD

Do You Outline? absolutely, yes - in fact, a great many of the things in my WIPs folder are solely outlines, or even just the beginnings of outlines. I find that outlines are a really good way to save your ideas if you don't have time to write them out properly, so you can come back months later and be all, "what the hell I'm actually so clever." (or, y'know, occasionally, "what the hell can the earth come swallow me up." But let's go with the cleverness 🤣👌)

In Progress:

... I think it's better that we don't talk about my WIPs folder, which, as most people who know anything about me can tell you, is an utter mess, and more than a little insane. (If you don't believe me, check it out here - I bet you do now, right?)

Out of that monstrosity, I'm currently working on numbers 20, 64, 192 and 174, which would be my Skimmons Hallmark Rom-Com, and fics for my three Secret Santas - Spideychelle, Fitzsimmons, and then one for the AoS Secret Santa whose pairing is, in delightfully SHIELD style, classified until the 24th of December.

Then in the very background, I'm also writing some Pipsy, Fitzsimmons and plat!Diper for the fluff bingo yes which I have still not finished I'm awful I know, and I'm going to make my lateness a liiiitle better by passing them of as gifts for my friends. I do love my friends very much, though, so that's more than fair I think 🥺💜

My Complete AO3: ta!

Do You Accept Prompts? yes, always! I have this plan in the back of my mind of gathering up all the prompt lists I've got saved to my drafts and doing like a masterpost/mass prompt request thing, but I'll leave that for a little later yet, because goodness knows I have enough to finish 🙈 In the meantime, though, if there's anything you'd really like to see me write, I'd be just thrilled to do it for you! It'll definitely take me a couple of months to actually get to it, but if you don't mind the wait, then yes, absolutely, I'm your girl! 💖

Upcoming Work That You're Most Excited About: oooooof, another tough one, but I'm very much looking forward to posting the first chapter of my Skimmons Hallmark Rom-Com, which I'm going to do later today!!

Then there's also my three Secret Santas - though I'm not particularly religious, the idea of a gift fic exchange brings me endless glee and I cannot wait to see what my giftees think! I also can't wait to get my own gifts, too, of course... ;) Oh, it's just going to be so much FUN!!

Tagging: well, everyone did this a couple of weeks months ago, so I'm not actually going to tag anyone - but if you see this and think it's cool, by all means go ahead and say I tagged you! 😍 Also, have a very big virtual hug, all of you, and thank you so much for reading through all my blathering!! 💜💖

#tag game #author tag #author interview tag #ahhhhh it has been SO LONG since I was tagged for this fsklfsgjdhkksdhs it's terrible #but here I am; late and very... chatty?#does that help at all??#lmao well you'll be seeing a lot of that the next few days 🤣😍#ahhhh it feels so good to be properly back in the fandom game!#three cheers for breaks xD #queue'll figure it out together

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ohnoiyo-yoyle · 4 years

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BFB 23 SPOILERS!!!!

Part 2 of the last post!!

First of all

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA ^^^^^^^^^^

I AM SO HAPPY THEY ARE FRIENDS AGAIN LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE TO BE EITH EACH OTHER AGAIN OMGGGGG

*ahem*........moving on

200 year old steam train......yeah, that sounds safe

Yeah that definitely looks safe. AND fun!!

Fingerguns Firey is something I didn’t know I needed

Ayy!!! Callback to season one with the wall with the boxing gloves

Wow! Good idea Woody!!

Woody and Blocky bonding is the best

Loop de loop

“Hah! that was so scary I even heard Teardrop scream!” *gasp!* “|:| 😔 👈” “ME?!? Why you pointing at me?!?” She’s calling you a liar ya big goof

clip

“AAHHH” *thunk* “aahhh”

angery

Ha it’s even cropped like a movie screen to match the color palette change

Flower is like some kind of diety with the insane power to know when and who is talking shit behind her back

And considering she started a cult I guess it just sorta fits

“I feel a disturbance in the force”

oh no

O H NO

I guess this is where the Boyinaband song comes in huh?

Out of all things this episode I didn’t expect Jacknjellify and Boyinaband to do a collab but here we are I guess

Steamy

Flower go z o o m

Lollipop plugging in her brand

Flower really said “talk shit, get hit” huh

Oh.... Oh no

OH!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS HIM!!!!!!!! ITS REALLY HIM OH MY GOSH!!!!!

“Oh dear, these purple monsters be crazy.”

Well, I guess the sweaters are good for something

“Hup hup hup hup hup hup”

Teardorp

“HeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEYYY stop that!!”

Where did that jail cell even come from?? Did Four just build it himself specifically for the challenge???

Oh my gumdrop

“YIPPEEE!!!!!”

“WHAT?!??!??” He’s so confused omg

Woody and Blocky bonding!!!!!

Ooooh and the voting icons got updated!!! They’re so much more detailed and cool!!!

At least Bubble likes the sweater

You gotta admit, even though Flower was kicking everyone who insulted her sweaters, she did spend the time and resources to make one for everybody

Purpleface and Flower business partnership!?!

Oh my god they’re so dramatic

FLOWER!?!? BANKRUPTCY!!?!?? HAHAH

OHMYGOD HAHA

Anyways, needless to say, overall good episode

#bfb #bfdi #battle for dream island #battle for bfdi #battle for bfb #bfb 23 #bfb 23 spoilers #bfb spoilers #ramble

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Maybe Baby: Chapter Two

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Summary: Agent Emily Prentiss joins the BAU.

Word Count: 1.5k

Chapter Warnings: fluff, mild angst, mention of prostitutes getting killed (Sex, Birth, Death episode)

A/N: I have decided that I won’t get into too much detail when it comes to talking about cases. There will be exceptions, however, with cases that relate to the overall plot of the story. Proper warnings will be added to each chapter for anything that is mentioned.

2006

“Aaron, have you checked the file of the new agent? I want her to join you and the team today,” Strauss asked.

“Not yet, ma’am. The team got caught up in one of the cases and we’re about to debrief. Can you please send her to the conference room? Thank you.”

Strauss nodded and left his office. Aaron gathered up his files and made his way to the ledge at the top of the bullpen.

“BAU team, we have a case,” he told the agents.

Once everybody was gathered at the conference room, Strauss came in along with another woman. The rest of the agents looked towards her except Aaron.

“Everyone, this is Agent Emily Prentiss. She’ll be joining you on the case.”

Aaron looked up at the sound of the name that fell out of Strauss’ lips. God, is this real? Is it really her? He turned around and was met with gorgeous dark brown eyes and curled raven hair. I haven’t seen her in over ten years.

Emily introduced herself to Gideon, Morgan, Reid, JJ, and Garcia, leaving Aaron for last.

“Hi, I’m Emily Prentiss. And you are?”

Aaron gave her a confused look. Does she not remember me?

“I’m Aaron Hotchner. Welcome to the team.”

She smiled at his words and sat down at the roundtable with the rest of the agents. JJ went ahead and briefed the case that was located in the nation’s capital. Prostitutes were being wiped out from the streets and they needed to find the killer fast. The agents made their way to the SUV’s to head over to the police station, leaving Emily and Aaron behind.

“Emily, can I speak with you for a moment?”

She walked towards him and waited for his question.

“Uhh do you not remember me? I worked for your mother as one of her security agents before transferring to the FBI. You were still at Georgetown if I’m correct?”

“Oh yeah how could I forget! Mother always thought you were her best agent.”

Aaron waited for Emily to bring up their night of intimacy. Surely she couldn’t just forget that, right?

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I just need to ask. Do you remember the day you and your mother had to attend that meeting between France and Italy? You got bored and both of us left the hotel and had a day together. Then we went back to your house and well, we uh had sex,” he explained.

Emily scrunched her eyebrows and replied, “Hmmm I’m afraid I don’t remember any of that. Maybe you just had one of those crazy wet dreams huh?” she chuckled.

“Yeah, haha you’re probably right. Gosh I’m sorry for bringing that up. That was completely unprofessional.”

“It’s no problem, really. I’ve had more embarrassing moments. Listen I’m going to head down with the rest of them. I’ll meet you there, alright?”

He gave her a small nod and she left the room. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Emily completely forgot about their one night stand. This isn’t just something you ‘forget’. I mean she had sex with me, someone who worked for her mother. After a few minutes of thinking, a ringtone interrupted his thoughts.

“Hotch, are you coming with us?” Derek asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll be right down.”

Aaron had to stop himself from thinking about Emily and focus on the case. This is going to be a long day.

“Hey, Reid, are you okay?” asked a concerned Emily.

“Yeah, I uh just never thought I would relate to Nathan so much. And when I got that call I completely stopped functioning. I think I’m gonna ask Hotch for a few days off.”

Emily nodded as Spencer walked off to their unit chief. Penelope went up to her while Derek trailed behind.

“Emily, we were wondering if you wanted to join our team dinner? This case took a toll on all of us so a little bonding might be nice, right?”

The new agent thought about it for a while before replying, “I’m really sorry guys, but I have a few things to take care of at home. You know with the big move and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s right, Princess, we totally understand. Join us next time, alright?” Derek said.

“Definitely,” she responded, letting out a small laugh at his nickname for her.

Once the scene was cleared, Hotch let everyone go home and told them that their reports could be written up the next day.

Emily returned to her apartment and was greeted with a young, dark haired girl coloring on the kitchen table.

“Hey, sweetpea.”

“Mommy! I missed you!”

The young girl ran to her mother’s arms and Emily kneeled so she could properly hug her daughter.

“I missed you, too, Char. Did you have fun with Olivia?”

“Yes, I did. We watched two movies, went to the park, and Olivia made mac n’ cheese!”

Emily smiled at Char’s energetic self and kissed her forehead.

“Well, I’m glad you had a great time. Why don’t you go ahead and continue coloring while I go talk to Olivia?”

Char nodded and skipped over to the kitchen table.

“Olivia, thank you so much for taking care of her. Sorry the case took a while,” Emily said as she took out her wallet.

“It’s really no problem at all, Miss Prentiss. Char is a joy to hang out with.”

“That’s great to hear. Here’s your payment for tonight.”

“Wait, Miss Prentiss, this is way too much. I can’t accept this,” Olivia replied while attempting to give the money back to Emily.

“You deserve it after everything you’ve done for Olivia. Go ahead and hang out with your friends. I mean it is Friday night.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Prentiss. And I hope you and Char have a great night. Bye, Charlotte!”

“Bye, Olivia!” exclaimed Char.

Emily shut the door and made her way to her daughter.

“Hey, why don’t you go get cleaned up and dressed in your pajamas. We can watch another movie in my room.”

“Okay, Mommy. Can I wear those new pajamas that you got me?”

“Of course you can, sweet pea. I’ll just clean up down here and meet you in my room, okay?”

Char smiled and headed over to her room to get ready for the night.

As of that moment, Emily felt content. She had an amazing daughter, a great job, and a nice apartment for the both of them. But she couldn’t ignore that feeling in her stomach. She knew she had to tell him, but she didn’t know how. Aaron, turns out I never forgot about our one night stand and we have a daughter because of it. Surprise! Emily found it difficult to keep it a secret over the past decade, but now that her superior just happens to be her child’s father, well that’s another problem added to an even bigger one.

“Mommy, I’m in your room now! Can I pick a movie?”

“Go ahead, Char. Just give me a few more minutes.”

Emily didn’t realize the stray tear that escaped her eye until it dropped on Char’s drawing. It was a picture of the both of them together, holding hands and smiling. She couldn’t help but notice something missing. Her father. Char asked Emily why she didn’t have a dad a few years ago. She obviously couldn’t tell her daughter the truth, so she just told her that her dad was gone. Simple as that. Char seemed to accept her mother’s answer because she never asked again. Emily shook her head at the memory and continued to clean the rest of the table. She went over to her room to find Char laying on the bed, eyes glued to the TV. She then headed to the bathroom so she could get ready and join her daughter.

Once she was all dressed, Emily went under the covers and cuddled up with Char. The young girl immediately wrapped her arms around her mother and rested her head on her chest.

“I love you, Mommy,” Char yawned.

Emily kissed the top of her daughter’s head and stroked her cheek.

“I love you, too, sweet pea. I love you so much.”

Aaron entered his home and was greeted with silence. He walked upstairs to his son’s room to find him fast asleep with his dino night light plugged in. He smiled at the sight of Jack sleeping peacefully, a nice end to the long day he’s had.

“I love you, bud. Sweet dreams,” he whispered as he kissed his forehead.

He turned around and there stood his wife.

“Hey, welcome home,” she greeted with a kiss on his lips.

Aaron hugged his wife and led them both to their shared bedroom. He changed into a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats and joined his wife under the covers while turning off the lamp on their bedside table.

“Goodnight, Aaron. I love you.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I love you, too, Haley.”

#hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x prentiss #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction

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alilpunkrock · 4 years

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Part of the Family

Chris Evans x Reader

A/n: my first Fic that’s not MIW... let’s see how this goes I guess

I huffed pacing around my closet in my black jeans and nude bra trying to figure out what to wear. I’m from the west coast, I’m not used to having to deal snow in the winter and icy streets like New York does. Finally I found a white sweater with a big collar tucked away in the back of my closet. It was the sweater I wore for special occasions. I’d say this is a pretty special occasion. It’s December 23, or Christmas Eve Eve, and my boyfriend Chris is taking me to his hometown of Boston for the first time this year. We hadn’t originally planned where we were going to be for Christmas but since we’re both living in New York at the moment, due to us shooting a movie together and we decided it’s a good year for me to meet the rest of the Evans’. I slipped on the sweater and grabbed the leather jacket that was also hanging in the closet, when I walked back into the bedroom Chris was already there finishing the buttons of his blue flannel. I checked the time, 9:45am. It was about a 3 and a half hour drive from New York to Boston, so we had to leave very soon if we’re going to make it in time for the party. I tucked my hair behind my ears and sat down on the bed to put on my heeled boots. Chris could sense my nerves and cams over to squat down in front of me, helping me with the zipper on the boot I was having trouble with. He did the other and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips, giving it a soft peck. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, already knowing the answer. I softly chuckled and nodded.

“Don’t be. My family is going to love you, You’ll for right in with everyone. And you already know Scott, so there’ll be one familiar face.” He said easing my nerves.

He helped me stand up and slip on my leather jacket. With my boots, I reached just right under his head, making him not have to look down as much as he does when I wear normal shoes. I leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me rocking me gently.

“I love you.” He whispered kissing the top of my head. I hummed.

“Love you more, Mr. America.” That made him laugh loudly.

“Okay, time to head out.” He said still chuckling. I grabbed my phone and my charger and walked out to the kitchen. My purse was sitting on the counter right as I entered, so I slipped my charger in there and my phone in my back pocket. I waked over to the pantry to grab a snack to eat in the car, and turned to find Chris standing there with two travel mugs of coffee. I immediately accepted and hummed in delight as I took a sip.

“You’re the only person who knows how to make my coffee. Seriously not even Starbucks gets it right most of the time.” I stood on my tip toes to kiss his lips. He smiled and tapped my cup with his saying “cheers”.

“Alright you got everything?” Chris asked. I looked around and nodded. I had my phone, my purse on my shoulder, my duffle in my hand, and I think that’s it. Then it hit me.

“Dodger!” I said. He smiled and called for the dog. Dodger came trotting into the kitchen with his tail wagging ready to go.

“Now I think that’s everything.”

Once we were sure, we headed down to the garage of the building, walking towards Chris’s black Ford F-150. The seats were up in the back to make room for Dodger and our two bags. As soon as everything in the back was situated, me and Chris got in the front, he started the truck and turned on the heater. The first thing I reached for was the butt warmers, or the best creation known to mankind. I scored down in my seat more and got comfortable for our drive. A few minutes later Chris and I were on the highway going north. I plugged my phone into the aux and played my music. “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran was the first song on, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris look over at me.

“You know,” he started, gaining my attention. “This song always reminds me of you.” I furrowed my eyebrows as he continued.

“I always imagined us dancing to this song at our wedding.” As soon as he spoke my eyes widened. Wedding. That’s a big word. I didn’t know Chris was thinking abut such a big word. We’ve been dating for almost a year now, and that topic hasn’t come up once.

“Really?” I asked, trying to keep my cool. It’s not that I didn’t want to marry him. Of course I did, I think I’ve been planning our wedding since we met. It’s just hearing those words come out of his mouth brought a reality to it that I wasn’t prepared for.

He nodded his head, probably reading my mind right now, feeling my panic.

“If I just made you uncomfortable I am so sorry, I didn’t mean we had to get married tomorrow.” He said his grip on he steering wheel a little tighter than before. I shook my head.

“No, no it’s nothing like that. I can’t wait to marry you someday, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.” I placed my left hand on his right that was resting on the consul. Glancing down at my ring finger, I imagined what the ring that would one day decorate my hand would look like. Maybe I should start leaving pictures around the apartment. My eyes met Chris’ once again and he smirked, reading my mind once again.

We were about half an hour out from Chris’ childhood home, and my nerves picked up quickly. The drive had gone pretty smoothly. Dodger has been chilled out in the back, and Chris and I have been passing time singing along to the music or playing random road trip games. His phone started ringing, so I turned down the radio as he answered.

“Hello!” He said.

“Chris! Honey! You guys almost here?” I could hear his moms voice through the phone. He smiled and replied.

“Yeah mom, we’re about 20 minuets away.” I heard here start taking again this time on speaker so I could hear too.

“Oh good! We’re all so excited to meet Y/N. You’ve talked her up so much we can’t wait.” My eyes widened as I looked over as Chris. Great so he’s made me out to be some amazing woman and I’m going to have to disappoint his family by not being as great as Chris described. I shook my head and closed my eyes resting against the head rest. The conversation ended and the ride was silent for a few minutes.

“Y/N? Belle? What’s up.” My mouth twitched up at the sound of my favorite nickname Chris had for me. Belle means beautiful or beauty in French.

“How exactly did you talk me up to your family?” I asked, still looking forward.

“I told them that you’re the most beautiful, talented, kindhearted, trustworthy, loyal, hilarious woman I’ve ever met and told them how Dodger likes you more than he likes me most of the time.” I laughed at the last sentence, looking behind me to see Dodger’s ears perked up at the sound of his name.

“I wish you hadn’t of talked me up so much, now I have a standard I have to live up to.” I said, now looking directly at him. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“I didn’t tell them anything that wasn’t true, sweetheart. And there’s no standard. They’re going to love you for you and that’s it.” Chris said turning into the neighborhood of his home. “Besides don’t even think Scott hasn’t said you were the most amazing person on Earth, it’s a good thing he’s gay or else I’d be worried he’s trying to steal my woman.”

The vehicle came to a stop in front of the two story house that was decorated for Christmas.

“Here we are.” Chris started. “Hey look at me.” I turned and met his blue eyes, almost immediately claiming. “It’s going to be okay, they’ll love you. And I can’t wait to see my nieces and nephews reaction. Especially my niece, she’s tired of all the boys.” He said making me laugh. We got out of the truck, Chris going around to left Dodger out, who ran straight for the door. Chris grabbed my hand as we walked up the concrete path to the front door. He reached for the door nob, opening it slightly before Dodger opened it the rest of the way from running inside. We stepped into the warm house and the first thing I noticed was all the family pictures hanging just in the entrance alone. I leaned in to look at a picture of Chris and all his siblings from when they were very young.

“Oh my gosh you used to be so cute!” I said bumping my hip into Chris’. He rolled his eyes and walked us further in to the house.

“They must be outside, normal it’s a lot louder than this.” He said leading us to the backyard, where his whole family was gathered around an outdoor fire place wrapped in blankets and drinking something out of a mug. He opened the door and all eyes were on us. His mom got the biggest smile on her face as she got up and met us half way in the yard. I was engulfed in a tight warm hug, hearing Chris’ mom squeal in excitement.

“Y/N! It’s so amazing to finally meet you! Chris has told us so much about you! You’re so much more beautiful in person!” She pulled me into a hug again.

“I’m Lisa by the way!” She said pulling away for the last time. Before I could even start to speak, Scott was there pulling me into a hug.

“I’m next,” he said. “God I feel like it’s been to long since I saw you! Cmon meet the rest of the family!” He dragged me away from Chris and over to where everyone is gathered in a circle around the fire.

“You already met mom, so that’s our dad Bob, that’s Carly, Shannon, grandma, grandpa, and that’s Stella, and that’s Miles.” I said hi and greeted everyone.

Time flew by fast, we had a lovely dinner and that consisted of embarrassing stories about Chris, then his mom brought out dessert. We ended up out back once again around the bonfire, just listening to the fire crackle. I sat on the double bench with Chris, cuddled to his side because it was freezing out, Chris’s sister Carly had to find me another jacket to wear over the jacket and sweater I was already wearing because I got so cold. His mom Lisa spoke up.

“So Y/N, how did you and Chris meet?” I turned my attention to her and smiled.

“Well, we met on set for winter soldier, but didn’t start dating until the end of filming for Civil War.” I explained. She nodded her head.

“Can I ask, how old are you?” My stomach dropped, I knew this question was going to come up at some point but I was still unprepared. There’s quite an age gap between Chris and I. Like 10 or so years.

“Uh, I’m 24.” I said, not surprised by the shocked looks on his families faces.

“Oh wow,” his dad said. “I thought you were older than that. You are so much more mature than any 24 year old I’ve ever met.” I smiled slightly, Chris noticing my shift in mood. The conversations moved on quickly after and finally it got late enough to head inside for bed.

“Your family hates me, except for Scott maybe.” I said to Chris once we were in the safety of his childhood bedroom. He looked at me like I was crazy.

“What? Belle that’s ridiculous, my mom was just telling me how much she liked you better than any other girlfriend I’ve had.” He said settling into bed. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah that was probably before they found out how old I was.” I mumbled, changing into the t shirt and leggings I brought to sleep in.

“They don’t care about that babe, they care more about you as a person, and I think you’ve got the seal of approval whether you know it or not.” He said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest once I settled in bed. I huffed and closed my eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered into my hair before closing his eyes and sleeping as well. I mumbled a “Love you more” and fell asleep.

I woke up in an empty bed the next morning, and the smell and pancakes and bacon downstairs. When I checked the time I saw that it was close to 10:30, so I decided just to change into my clothes for today. I slipped on my jeans and the New York University hoodie I packed and tied my hair up in a quick bun before heading downstairs. As soon as I walked into the kitchen I saw Chris and Scott at the stove doing the pancakes and the bacon and his mom was at the counter cutting strawberries and bananas. She was the first one to see me, immediately putting her knife down and wiping her hands off on the apron she wore, before walking over to me greeting me with a tight, warm hug.

“Good morning Y/N! How’d you sleep?” She asked. I followed her to the counter and stood there watching as she got back to cutting the fruit.

“Morning, I slept great.” I said with a yawn.

“She not much of a morning person mom, in fact I’m surprised she’s talking to anyone at all, I don’t even get that much out of her in the morning.” Chris laughed. I glared at him, smiling at his mom.

“He’s being dramatic, is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.

“If you’d like you could start a pot of coffee, I asked Scott to do it first but he obviously ignored me.” She said with a smile. I walked over to the coffee machine and started brewing the grounds.

“Alright boys,” I heard his mom speak up. “Go find your father and sisters and the other little ones and tell them we’re ready.” Chris and Scott nodded walking out of the kitchen. Then I was just me and Lisa.

“Y/N?” Turning, I was met with a very worried looking Lisa.

“Yeah what’s wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“I just want you to know, me and Bob didn’t mean to make you feel like we were judging you on your age, we were definitely surprised, but like Bob said, you’re so mature for your age. We have really enjoyed having you around and hopefully you’ll stick around for a little while.” She said.

“Thank you, I’ve really enjoyed my stay here. And trust me, I plan on sticking around for a long while.” I said making her and I both chuckle.

“Good I’m glad, the most important thing for us all is to see Chris happy, and I don’t know if you know much about his past relationships, but he’s had some pretty bad girlfriends. So to see the way his face lights up whenever he looks at you, or when you walk into a room, is all that matters.” This time I had tears in my eyes. I nodded and pulled her into a tight hug of my own.

“Thank you” I whispered. She squeezed me back and we stayed there for a few more seconds until everyone came into the kitchen.

“Woah, what’d we miss?” Chris said. We stopped hugging and got back to work.

“Oh nothing,” Lisa started. “Just a mother, future daughter-in-law moment.” She winked at Chris making his face flush red. I started laughing at his reaction announced the coffee was ready, while making myself a cup.

All of us managed to fit at the dinner table to eat. I was squished between Chris and his nephew Miles, who’s favorite phrase whenever his mom offered him any of the fruit was “I don’t wike it”. It was honestly very cute.

“So NYU?” Bob asked me pointing at my sweatshirt. “You grow up in New York?” I shook my head swallowing the bite of pancake I had.

“No, I was actually born and raised in Arizona. I started college there at ASU then moved to NYU once I changed my major to theatre and performing arts. I’ve been living there since I was 19 though.” I explained.

“Wow young age for someone to be living in their own.” He commented. I nodded.

“Yeah but luckily my scholarship from ASU transferred over completely so most everything was paid for. And I had a couple small films I was in that helped buy all the extras.” He shook his head, smiling at Chris.

“You got yourself a smart, independent one, hold on to her.” I felt Chris squeeze my leg under the table and I smiled.

The visit was over sooner than I expected, we had to head back to New York for a Christmas party at Sebastian’s. We loaded everything in the truck and said our goodbyes to the family before taking off. I sighed and sunk down in my seat, closing my eyes.

“What’s up?” Chris asked. I shook my head smiling at him.

“Honestly nothing, that went a lot better than I thought.” I said smiling.

“See, I told you! But you never listen!” He laughed, making me chuckle.

The drive seemed to go by a lot quicker than before, and soon we were finally home.

Chris unlocked the apartment door and Dodger bounded in, immediately going to his bed. We both collapsed on the couch and sat in silence for a bit.

“We should get ready to head to Seb and Katie’s tonight for Christmas Eve.” Chris said patting my knee. I nodded and got up, heading to our bedroom. An hour and a half before we were supposed to leave, I was standing it the bathroom curling my hair when Chris walked in and stood in the doorway. I smiled at him as I watched him watch me and dropped my last piece of curled hair.

“What’s up?” I asked him.

“Nothing, just watching my favorite view.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“I also have something for you,” he said and pulled out a small white gift bag.

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to face Chris and grab the bag out of his hands. Inside was a small black box with a white bow wrapped around it. I looked up at him and saw him smile. I unwrapped the bow and opened the box, inside was another, smaller box. I rolled my eyes and opened that box. Suddenly, I was staring down at a ring. A big, shiny ring. With wide eyes I looked up at Chris

“Is this for real?” I asked him. He nodded.

“Will you marry me?” He asked. With tears running down my face I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He pulled away and grabbed the room, placing it on my finger. This time he pulled me in for a kiss. Merry Christmas to me.

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Wasteland, Baby, Chapter 1 (Crygi, Nicky x Jaida) - Metaluna

A/N: Hey, everyone! Here’s chapter two. Just to self plug, I made a tumblr for my writing, and you can find me on ao3 as metaluna.

chapter summary: Crystal confides her insecurities about the end of the world with a friend. Gigi and her friends make their own plans, and meet a bubbly blonde along the way

After shutting off the TV and downing her glass of wine, Gigi turned off her tablet. Even though she totally didn’t believe it, because there’s no way the world was ending, she went to the fridge and grabbed an entire bottle. After taking off the cork, she went to pour it into a glass before electing to drink straight from the bottle.

When she returned to the couch, she turned the TV onto the Real Housewives of Some City. Gigi was too numb to pay attention or care which city. She wasn’t sure why, because none of it was real. None of the catty fights were holding her attention. She was just staring at the TV mindlessly chugging wine.

Right as she finished the bottle, she heard a knock on the door. Gigi managed to stumble her way to the door.

“Oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” Gigi slurred.

Standing at the door were her two best friends, Jaida and Nicky.

Nicky raised an eyebrow. “Having fun tonight?”

“Shut up.”

Jaida and Nicky both took one of Gigi’s arms and led her to the couch.

“Did you guys hear the world is ending?” she laughed. “Alexa, play It’s the End of the World as we Know it!”

“Chile, what are you doing?” Jaida questioned, genuinely concerned. She knew her friend enjoyed a glass of wine, but rarely did she get drunk. Gigi was too much of a control freak to ever willingly lose control.

The night that Jaida befriended Gigi was the only night she’d ever seen her drunk. It was at an after party for GG Designs’ first fashion show. Jaida was one of the models who walked in the show. That night, Jaida went into the bathroom to fix an eyelash when she saw a skinny blonde girl fumbling around looking like she was about to be sick. Jaida realized that the skinny blonde girl was the one who gave her a job.

Right as she put her hand on the door to leave Gigi lost her liquor narrowly avoiding Jaida’s Louboutins. She was genuinely concerned at how such a small person could hold so much vomit. Jaida spent the rest of that night holding back Gigi’s hair while she continued to throw up.

Ever since, they were best friends. The bond of a sober girl and a drunk girl in the bathroom knows no bounds.

“The world is ending! Who cares?”

“Gigi,” Nicky began. Her tone harsh. “We don’t know that. We don’t know what any of this is.”

Gigi dramatically took the remote from the couch and flipped until she found a news station.

“—fallout shelters are going to be available. The starting rate will be 10,000 dollars per person. They are available to reserve online.”

“Fallout shelters? Goddamn.” Nicky adjusted herself in her chair. “This has got to be pretty serious.”

“Who knows? It’s not like I pay attention to the news!”

“Gigi shut up,” Jaida lightly swatted her friend’s warms. “Is this something that we should look into?”

Jaida and Nicky discussed the pros and cons. Gigi chimed in occasionally, not adding anything of any value, other than that she was willing to pay for all of it. The three decided that their best option was to stay safe in a shelter just in case. There was one not far from them in LA. Check in was the next day.

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Jaida and Nicky made it back to their studio apartment. They tucked a very wine drunk Gigi in on the couch. They knew their friend well enough that once she was sober, she would be in a better headspace. Before they left, they packed a bag for her.

Now, they had to the same for themselves.

Nicky sighed. “How are we supposed to pack up our whole lives? How do we even know this is going to happen?”

Jaida kissed her girlfriend’s forehead. “I know, baby. I hope it’s nothing. I really do. But just in case we need to be ready.”

Nicky looked at Jaida while she was packing. She loved her girlfriend so much. The models had Gigi to thank for their relationship. Gigi met Nicky a few months after she’d met Jaida. They met at a fitting Nicky had for an upcoming shoot for GG Designs.

After they talked, Gigi realized that she and Jaida would be a good match. After a month of protesting from both sides, they finally agreed to meet. The chemistry was instantaneous, and they started dating a couple of weeks later.

Once they finished packing, they sat on the couch together. Jaida rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. They sat and said nothing. Both of them were trying to take in their surroundings. Neither of them wanted to forget what a single inch of that tiny apartment looked like.

A month into dating, Nicky’s lease ended, and Jaida couldn’t stand living with her roommates for another minute. The two of them became a stereotype and moved in together. There were so many memories in that apartment. The first meal they cooked together. The first time Jaida said she loved Nicky. The time they almost set their kitchen on fire. The walls were lined with memories that were about to be left behind.

Nicky and Jaida sat together for as long as they could.

Nicky nudged Jaida. “Babe, we have to go eventually.”

Jaida felt a tear run down her face. “Okay.”

“I know that this is home. I thought France was home. Home is when we are together.” She wiped Jaida’s tear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With one last look, the couple left their apartment for the last time.

Gigi didn’t know what to expect with the fallout shelter. It was beyond anything she would have imagined. The whole area was surrounded by a large barb wired fence. There were armed guards at each of the doors. The exterior looked like an army barracks. She could only imagine what the inside looked like.

They walked up to a scary looking man who was checking people in at the gates.

“Name?”

“It should be three for Georgiana Goode?”

“Go ahead. Here’s a map. I marked your room. It’s a four person bedroom. You will have a random roommate who is also female. There’s an itinerary as well. Do not miss orientation tonight.”

The shelter was bigger than Gigi thought it would be. There were four different buildings, and each building had 25 rooms. Each building had a community bathroom, a common area, a gym, and a dining hall. Their room was next to the dining hall. The bedroom was very cramped. Gigi’s dorm in college felt like it had more space. There were two bunk beds. The furniture looked like what would be at a cheap roadside motel, a stark contrast to Gigi’s chic home. She tried her hardest to hide her disgust for the place.

“I knew it was not going to be much but wow,” Nicky said, testing the cheap mattress.

“I mean…” Jaida trailed off looking at the furniture.

Both Nicky and Jaida came from a comfortable life. Their life was not as extravagant as Gigi’s, they lived in a one bedroom studio apartment, but they were used to a nicely furnished and decorated space. None of them were used to a cramped space primarily decorated with beige and army green.

Gigi sighed, sitting on a bed. “I can’t do this. This is a nightmare.”

“G. Calm down. It’s not great but we’re going to have to deal. Jaida and I aren’t happy either, but we’ll get through it together.”

Before Gigi could reply, the door opened. A bubbly looking blonde came through the door struggling to lug two large purple suitcases.

“Oh my god hi! I’m Jan. I really have no idea what’s going on. Oh my gosh, you guys are so pretty how are you? ” Gigi blinked and didn’t say anything.

“Excuse Miss Gigi here, she doesn’t know how to act.” Jaida gave Gigi side eye. “I’m Jaida. Nice to meet you.”

“My name’s Nicky.”

“Oh wow, are you from France? That’s so cool! I went to France when I was sixteen and it was really cool. What brought you to LA?”

“I moved over here to model.”

“A model? That’s awesome! Are you all models?”

“Nicky and I are,” Jaida explained. “Miss Gigi over here is a designer.”

“Wait. Wait a minute. Are you Gigi Goode? Like GG Designs?” Jan’s expression is stunned.

“Uh, yeah, I am.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m such a huge fan. I wore one of your dresses to the opening of a show I was in back when I was in New York a few months ago. The purple A-line? It was gorgeous. Wow this is an honor!”

“Thank you so much.” Gigi’s mood instantly improved. She loved all forms of attention, especially when she was being praised about something that she worked so hard on. People thought that Gigi was conceited, when in all actuality she was proud of her work. She’d worked so hard that she felt as though she deserved to be the way that she was.

“So Jan,” Jaida began. “What’s your story?”

“Okay. Well. I’m an actress and singer. I actually got my break being an understudy for Jenna in Waitress on Broadway. After that, I opened a Go-Go’s jukebox musical. It didn’t last long. We barely made it out of previews. That wasn’t great. Then, I moved out to LA for the out of town tryout of a revival of Anything Goes. I’m actually playing Reno. It’s so much fun! Well, uh, it was fun… before the president decided he’s going to end the world.” Jan laughed nervously.

The four girls continued becoming acquainted. Gigi, Jaida, and Nicky all liked Jan, even if she was a little over enthusiastic. Jan liked just about anyone who would talk to her, so a fast friendship was forming. They talked for so long, they lost track of time and almost forgot to go to the orientation.

The dining hall looked like what prisons looked like in movies. There were steel tables that looked cold. The linoleum was impeccably clean. The entire shelter was, even the tiny living spaces. The space was already packed. All the tables were full, so the girls elected to stand against the wall in the back.

An extremely intimidating woman who started speaking. Gigi realized that it was the woman who made the report on the news.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Michelle Visage. You all have been selected, or have paid, to survive the looming threat of nuclear war. This shelter has enough supplies for a year. You must now all say goodbye to your lives. After this meeting, the shelter is going to be sealed. No entering or leaving. If that is not something you can commit to for a full year, please let one of the guards in the back of the room know. By now you should have gotten your rooms and roommate assignments. If you have conflicts with your roommates, settle it like adults. We aren’t here to solve your roommate qualms. Meals are at 7, 12, and 6 and last one hour. Don’t be late. There is a common room that will have the news as up to date as possible. Other than that, you are free to roam about the shelter. I know that it’s not going to be easy. It doesn’t feel like home, and it won’t. But it’s the best we have. Welcome.”

On the way back to their room, Michelle’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “Now beginning lockdown procedures.”

There was a loud buzzing that filled the air. It was loud enough that Jan covered her ears. Gigi’s ears began to ring. There were loud slams as the lead walls came over the shelter. Even though the shelter looked the same as it did on the inside, Gigi felt a wave of claustrophobia envelop her. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

“Well,” she began. “I guess if the world’s ending I’m glad I’m with all of you.” — Crystal was angry at herself. She had no reason to be so stressed. This was something she was waiting the majority of her life for. Almost any situation that could happen, she was ready for. But yet, a part of her had always hoped that she had been preparing for something that would never happened. She didn’t want the world to end.

Her mind wandered, thinking of what could have been. There were so many scenarios that played in her mind. What if she would have went to the art school that offered her scholarships? What if she decided to move to Chicago with Jackie? What if she didn’t let her aunt have control over her life? None of it mattered. It was all going to end, and she hadn’t even lived her life. She knew nothing beyond her town.

The pit of her stomach felt like it had dropped to her feet. It is a feeling that she had felt many times throughout her life. She felt it right after the accident that killed her parents. She felt it when she had to tell the psychologist about the accident. The time that she felt it the most were the nights that her aunt drank too much and lashed out. The very first time she took solace in the basement is when she first moved.

The basement was her sanctuary. It is where she felt the safest, which is a feeling she longed for, ever since the accident. Ever since the day her parents died, she didn’t feel safe. But, when she spent time alone in the basement, she felt safe, if only for a moment. When she was younger, she and Jackie played in the basement. It is also where she worked on her art projects. When she was fifteen, she asked her aunt if she could paint the walls of the basement. For once, her aunt was agreeable, and let her.

As she stood in the basement, she admired her paintings. Painting the walls is what made her fall in love with painting. When she was first sent to live with her aunt, Crystal was mandated to see a child psychologist. The psychologist recommended that she draw how she felt. Ever since, she turned to painting as an emotional outlet. It was the one thing that she felt that she was good at.

In the corner of the basement, there was a makeshift bed Crystal made out of pillows. There were many times where Crystal fell asleep in the basement. Even though she now slept in the bed, she couldn’t bring herself to disassemble the pillows.

At some point, she’d fallen asleep. Around 2 A.M., she woke up from an incoming FaceTime. It was her best friend, her only friend, really, Jackie. Jackie had been around since Crystal first moved to Missouri. They became friends because they were both outcasts. Jackie’s mom was extremely strict, and didn’t let Jackie do a lot of the things that everyone else got to do. Because Jackie had no friends, she introduced herself to the new girl back in the seventh grade. They became friends and never looked back.

“Hi, babe,” Crystal said groggily.

Jackie’s eyes were red and puffy. “This is fucked.”

“Do you think this is actually going to happen?”

Because she studied political science with a concentration in foreign affairs, if anyone were to understand, it would be Jackie. Jackie wasn’t much of a crier, so the fact that Jackie looked so stressed, Crystal already knew the answer.

“Yeah. Yeah I do. I feel like this was going to happen eventually. I just happened after we were dead. The relations between us and North Korea have just went downhill ever since the president was elected. Unfortunately, because the way the president has completely managed to the checks and balances that we learned about in grade school, as much as the senate and house have tried, they can’t do much.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

After a silence, Crystal said, “So what are your plans about… all of this?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to my mother in six years, and my dad died two years ago. I don’t really have anyone to be honest.”

“Do you want to come here? I think that I can do this. My aunt has been prepping me for this for the past ten years. But, like, what if it’s not enough? What if I’ve been waiting for this to happen all for nothing? I’m so afraid that I’m not ready for this.”

“Hey. Hey. Listen. If anyone can survive this, it’s you. I know that you don’t really like to talk about what she’s all taught you, but I know it’s a lot. And yes, I’d love to come over. It’s like a three hour drive, so it shouldn’t take too long. I think that traffic is going to probably be pretty bad because everyone is panicking. If I leave in about an hour I should be able to make the drive in probably four with traffic.”

“I don’t want the world to end. I always thought I turned into her, but I don’t think I did. She was sitting and waiting every day for this. I always hoped that it wasn’t going to happen. I wasted my whole life on this. I haven’t even left this damn town. There’s so much stuff in life that I’ve never gotten to do. Shit, Jackie, I’ve never even been kissed.”

“Crystal. Stop. You’re spiraling. You aren’t her. Even if you are know so much about all of this and could single handedly survive this, you never lost yourself. You’re still such a kind soul. You’re funny and put others before yourself constantly. You didn’t leave town just to take care of your aunt, and she was terrible to you.”

“Thanks, it’s the anxiety.”

“I mean it. Seriously. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

“Anyway, I better pack. I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Crystal was so thankful for Jackie. She was the only one who could talk her out of spiraling. Somehow, Jackie always knew what to say. Even though she was an only child, she always thought that her friendship with Jackie is what it would be like to have a sister.

After managing to fall back asleep, Crystal was jolted awake by a knock at the door. She had barely managed to open the door before Jackie nearly tackled her to the ground with a hug. They hadn’t seen each other in about a year.

“It’s so good to see you.” Jackie’s voice was muffled, as her face was pressed into Crystal’s shoulder. “You too.”

“So.”

“So?”

“So what all do we need to do to… get ready?”

“Honestly?” Crystal started to absentmindedly play with her hair. “I have everything done. I check all the supplies about every month, and I just did it a couple weeks ago. The artillery is loaded, there’s enough food and supplies for a year. I also have a lot of honey. Honey is good because it’s something that is hard to come by, and can be bartered for. It also doesn’t really ever go bad. Oh. Do you know how to shoot?”

Jackie had no idea how she was so calm about all of this. Crystal was talking about the end of the world and playing with her hair, talking about guns? She knew that her friend was well versed in this, but she had no idea how nonchalant she was about it. It was like a switch was flipped. The normally anxious girl had never looked so self-assured.

“Uh, no. I’ve never shot a gun.”

“Would you be willing to learn?”

Guns made Jackie nervous. Going to her town’s Memorial Day celebration made her nervous because the gunshots made her scream. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. Cool. So I think all we have to do is teach you how to shoot. Don’t really it’s really easy. I’ve been doing it for like ten years. Also; would you be willing to learn how to use a Kearny meter?” Crystal saw how confused Jackie looked. “Oh, it’s just a radiation meter. It’s made out of a coffee can. Super easy, I promise.”

“I barely have any idea what you’re talking about, but I’m glad I’m spending the end of the world with a doomsday prepper.”

#rpdr fanfiction #crygi #jaida x nicky #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #jan sport #jackie cox #slow burn #lesbian au #wasteland baby #metaluna #submission #s12

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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Worst Travel Day Ever

Y/n and Tom get in a fight while traveling for press tour.

A/n: Idk man, I love it.

Tom had planned for you to join him on his press tour for Far From Home. You were excited to be able to go after being apart for so long. You had packed your bags and were waiting at the airport along with Harrison. The plan was for the two of you to get on a flight to meet Tom for a connecting flight to finally go to Japan. Your first flight was about five hours. You and Harrison found your seats, Harrison letting you have the window seat. Once you had put your carry-on in the overhead compartment, you sat down and immediately started playing with the screen in front of you, looking at the different movies you could choose from to watch.

“Oh come on,” Harrison muttered. You looked at him then followed his eyes to his screen.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked him.

“The bloody thing isn’t working. Every film I try to play says ‘not available.’” You watched as he went down the list of films touching every single one to see a warning pop up each time.

“Sucks to suck,” you laughed at him. He turned toward you sharply.

“You’re gonna have to share your screen with me then,” he said looking at you completely serious.

“Boy, who do you think you are?” You asked him. The screens were super small and only took one headset for sound.

“I think I’m the guy who gave you the seat with the working tv,” Harrison said back. You looked at him unamused. It was true. Harrison’s ticket was for the seat you were in, and he let you take it because you wanted to be by the window. You should’ve been the one with the messed up tv. You also know Harrison would share his screen with you.

“You’re the worst sometimes, you know that?” You said looking at him. He laughed and agreed with you. “What do you want to watch?” You asked him while scrolling through the list. You two decided on watching Pirates of the Caribbean movies. You had scooted over with your back to the wall of the plane while Harrison scooted a little closer so he could see the screen easier; you each had one earbud in your ear.

Harrison eventually fell asleep, his head leaned back against the seat. You looked at him and took the earbuds out of his ear and stuck your tongue out at him. You put it in your ear and finished watching your movie.

You finally landed and made your way to find your next gate. You were so excited to see Tom. You were almost skipping through the airport, you couldn’t wait to hug him and talk to him and to look at his face. You began to approach your gate and saw him standing up, looking at his phone with his back toward you. You ran and hugged him from behind making him jump with shock.

“Hey, babe,” he said to you. You immediately knew something was wrong as soon as you heard his voice. He looked at you as you walked around him to face him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him. He sighed and shook his head.

“Nothing, I’m just exhausted, stressed,” he explained to you. You could see it in his face, he wasn’t his normal happy self. It made you feel bad; he was able to do what he loved, but it wasn’t always easy.

“Well, you have the next six hours to get a good shut eye,” you told him. He nodded his head, silently hoping you were right. He felt bad that he was so down; he wanted to be happy to see you like you were to see him, but he couldn’t bring his energy up no matter what he tried.

You boarded the second plane with your seat next to his, Harrison across from you. Tom immediately put his headphones on and closed his eyes. You watched him, silently wishing he could just pretend to be happy to see you. You understood what his job entails, but you couldn’t help but feel selfish from time to time. You grabbed your own headphones and plugged them into the screen in front of you. You saw two of the recommended movies were Infinity War and Homecoming. You thought to yourself, if he doesn’t feel up to talking right now, maybe watching one of his films will make up for it.

You were about halfway into Homecoming when you started to feel extremely uncomfortable. After being on a plane for five hours and being on another one for six hours, you were struggling. You kept adjusting, trying to find a spot that you were comfortable in.

“Stop moving,” Tom muttered. You immediately stopped and looked toward him. His eyes were still closed, and he hadn’t moved an inch. You slowly tried to sit back, dealing with the soreness you knew was coming. You pulled the lever on the side of the seat, leaning it back more. You sat there and watched the rest of the movie before the flight attendant came around asking if you wanted anything to drink. You asked for a water for you and Tom, in case he needed some. She handed you the waters and two bags of pretzels, and you placed all of it on the tray in front of you.

About an hour later, Homecoming was over, and you really had to pee. You looked at Tom. He was still asleep, and you didn’t know whether you should wake him or try to climb over him. He wasn’t the deepest sleeper, and you could almost guarantee he’d wake up either way. You tapped his arm lightly.

“What?” He asked you, again without opening his eyes.

“I have to pee,” you told him softly. He sighed before finally opening his eyes and moving so you could get out. You made your way to the back and used the restroom before heading back to your seat. You saw Tom looking through the films on his screen waiting for you to get back.

“Sorry,” You said to him, scooting back to your seat. He didn’t bother to look at you or say anything- he started a movie and slouched back into his seat. You put your headphones back in and started to watch Infinity War.

After what seemed like a three day flight, you finally landed in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact. You were starting to feel excited. You had never been to Japan before, and you had a list of things you were hoping to see and do. Tom stood up from his seat and grabbed both of your carryons. You headed off the plane and toward the baggage claim. No one had really said anything, you assuming because the boys were both so tired. You began to talk about how excited you were. Not only were you joining Tom, but you were also in a new country.

“I was reading about the different stuff they have here, and it’s all so cool. Like the Robot Restaurant and the different animal cafes?” You started to tell the boys as you walked. You were sick of the quiet- you almost couldn’t stop the words from falling out of your mouth. “Oh, and my friend came here one time and was telling me about this park she visited. It sounded so cute and the pictures were gorgeous,” you weren’t able to get anymore out before Tom turned to look at you.

“Could you fucking stop already?” He yelled at you. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. You were taken aback by his reaction. “I didn’t get to sleep at all that entire plane ride cause you couldn’t leave me alone and now you won’t stop talking. Can you just shut up and leave me alone for five fucking minutes,” he finished, walking away from you.

You stood there in pure shock. You looked at Harrison wondering what you did to receive such a reaction. That’s when you noticed- everyone in the airport was staring at you. Your heart sank to your stomach, and you felt tears well in your eyes.

“Come on, don’t worry about it,” Harrison told you as he ushered you to follow Tom. You had made it to the baggage claim and saw Tom standing there. The conveyor belt just began to spin as you walked up. You stood on the opposite side of Harrison away from Tom. You watched as Tom reached out and grabbed his luggage followed by yours. He waited for Harrison to grab his, and the three of you walked out of the airport. You hailed a cab to the hotel and checked in. You and Tom would be sharing a room while Harrison had a seperate one connected onto yours.

While you were waiting for the two boys to check in you scrolled through your Twitter to pass the time. You stopped on a tweet that stuck out to you.

“Damn, y/n must have really fucked up😂”

You looked at the tweet in confusion. What the hell is that suppose to mean? You went to the search tab and looked up your name. Your jaw clenched as you saw what they were talking about. Someone had filmed Tom yelling at you in the airport and posted it online. You started to read the comments as you realized the boys were done and headed for the elevator. You read the tweets as you walked.

“Girl, what did you do?!”

“I wish there was audio, this is hilarious”

“I love seeing Tom yell at Y/n. She probably deserved it”

“I knew she was a fake bitch the first time I saw her”

You felt tears start again as the elevator reached your floor. You shook your head and followed the boys, silently. Tom stopped in front of the room and opened the door, holding it open for you. Harrison noticed your hesitation to follow him.

“I had to ask y/n about something, give us a second?” He asked Tom. He rolled his eyes and said ‘whatever’, closing the door.

Harrison opened the door to his room, and you immediately sat down on the chair at the desk.

“Is it about the airport?” He asked you noticing the tears you were holding back. You shook your head and showed him the video on Twitter.

“Oh, my gosh,” Harrison said shocked. It was your turn to be angry at Tom. It wasn’t his fault that he snapped, he’s exhausted and couldn’t help it, you understand that. It wasn’t even his fault that it was filmed. But it was his fault that he couldn’t wait until you were in private to yell at you. He knows how popular he is, he knows people watch his every move, he knows people are bound to film him. He should have known to hold his anger until you two were in your hotel room with no one watching.

“Y/n, you should talk to him about this.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him right now,” you told Harrison, your voice cracking with the tears in your throat.

“I understand exactly where you’re coming from, but you can’t just let this simmer,” Harrison told you. You shook your head, you didn’t want to talk to him. With the state he’s in now, he’d probably chew your head off for crying in front of him. “Do you even want to stay with him tonight?”

“No,” you said without hesitation. “I don’t want to be around him.”

“Right,” Harrison said. He hated that two of his best mates were fighting. He didn’t want to be part of it, but he also didn’t want to leave it alone. “I’ll stay with him.” He grabbed his bags and knocked on the door that joined the two rooms. Tom unlocked his side and the door opened. “Hey, mate,” Harrison said with a smile as he walked in and closed the door.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked him confused, seeing his bags in hand.

“I’m staying with you tonight,” Harrison told him.

“She’s really that pissed that I yelled at her?” Tom said with a slight sneer. You’ve been in arguments before, but no matter how bad they got, you always made up before you went to bed.

Harrison shrugged, “her feelings were hurt when you yelled at her. She’s pissed off because someone filmed you yelling at her and posted it online for everyone to see and mock her for. She’s the laughing stock of the night, no thanks to you.” Harrison pulled his phone out and pulled up Twitter.

“What?” Tom asked. He couldn’t believe what Harrison was saying. Harrison handed him the phone, and he watched the video. It showed him while he yelled at you, you shrinking back from him- the camera following him as he walked away. It swung back to show you looking at Harrison and wiping a tear as you walked away, head down. There wasn’t any audio, the person must’ve been covering the mic with her finger, but actions speaks louder than words. There was no mistaking the anger in Tom’s face and body language nor the sadness in yours.

“I didn’t realize someone was filming,” Tom tried to explain himself feeling defeated.

“I’m not the one that needs an apology, mate,” Harrison said gesturing toward the door. Tom looked toward it then back at Harrison.

“Do you think she’ll talk to me?”

“I think if you’re nice to her, she’ll at least listen to you.”

Tom was dreading walking into that room with you. He didn’t deserve your time or forgiveness. He took a deep breathe and walked toward the door. You hadn’t locked it so it opened with no struggle. He poked his head in and saw you laying on the bed. You were on your stomach with your head laying against your arm, the other hand holding your phone.

“Hey, darling,” he said softly. You turned to look at him for a second before looking back at your phone. He took your lack of ‘get out’ as permission to come in. He walked into the room closing the door behind him. He walked over to the desk and rolled the chair over towards you and sat down. “Harrison showed me the video,” he told you. You had put your phone down and gave him your attention. You didn’t look at him, but he was okay with that.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you like I did. It was unnecessary, and I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. Especially towards you. You weren’t doing anything wrong. You were just excited, and I took that away from you. I’m sorry,” Tom apologized.

You lifted your head, wiping the remaining tears. “I don’t care that you yelled at me, I’m upset that you couldn’t wait until we were out of the airport to do it,” you finally looked at him. You saw that he was upset with himself and was genuinely sorry. “Tom, you know that people watch you. You know what people say about me for no reason, and you literally handed them a reason. You just added fuel to a fire that was already massive.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I wish I could take it back. I wish I could rewind time and redo it, but I can’t. I will do everything I can to make this right to you.” He looked at the closest clock to check the time. It was 8:32. “Will you let me take you to dinner at least?” He asked you hopefully. You laughed lightly.

“I don’t think anyone wants to look at me right now,” you said thinking about the video and how red your face must be from crying.

“I do,” Tom told you. “And I like to think my opinion is more important that others.” You looked at him while a small smile.

“What about Harrison?”

“Fuck Harrison, he can eat crackers from downstairs for all I care,” he replied making you laugh for real this time. He smiled hearing your laugh, and you heard Harrison yell ‘hey’ thought the door. “So, will you join me for dinner?” He asked with his hand out to you. You smiled at the cute gesture. You grabbed his hand as you sat up.

“I will. But I want to change first,” you said looking at your sweats you’d been wearing all day. You quickly grabbed your suitcase and changed into a pair of jeans and threw your hair into a ponytail. You grabbed your phone and followed Tom into the other room as he grabbed his phone and wallet, double checking that he had his room key.

“We’re going to grab some dinner, do you want to go with us?” Tom invited Harrison, silently hoping he’d say no. He loved his mate, but he wanted to have this time to be with you by himself, especially since you were so upset with him before.

“Nah, I’ll stay in and grab some room service. You guys have fun though,” he replied much to Tom’s delight.

“We will, see you bro,” he told Harrison as you exited the room. You turned your head and waved at him. He shot you a thumbs up in return.

You walked into the elevator, and Tom looked at you. “So you were saying your friend visited here before? What did she recommend?”

I loved this so much. Not even going to hide it.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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greyliliy · 4 years

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I told myself I was going to watch The Harley Quinn Movie (*squints at that “Birds of Prey” title) when it came out on home release because I didn’t want to see it in theatres (Look. LOOK. I’ve never been the biggest Birds of Prey fan-- most of what I’ve read was the small run when Hawk & Dove were on the team--but it still felt like a gut punch when I realized Batgirl wasn’t going to be in the movie & that they entirely rewrote Cassandra Cain’s backstory).

But then I saw both CinemaSins and CinemaWins did their videos on the film so I just watched those to get an idea if I even wanted to do that (My desire to see the film has...not grown).

I have...mixed feelings.

(Under a cut because it’s kinda negative and I understand the movie as a whole is really good & people really like it.)

After watching both of those quick movie summaries, both the positive and the negative, the only thing in that movie I can see myself enjoying is maybe the Birds of Prey (Black Canary, Montoya & Huntress) and Black Mask & Victor Zsasz (I love Black Mask & Ewan McGregor so it’s kinda hard to go wrong there, and Victor’s always a win as a minor bad guy).

Takes a Break to Plug A Movie: If you haven’t seen Under the Red Hood please do. It is my favorite Black Mask appearance in any film and his anger tantrums are the best and oh my gosh does that movie bring the feelings for Jason Todd.

Another Break to Plug a TV Show: Black Mask is a reoccurring Bad Guy in The Batman and he’s great there too (I loved The Batman, everyone knowing Kung Fu and all).

But I’m not sure my love of Ewan McGregor is enough to get me through the film.

Every time I see Cassandra I realize they erased her backstory & it doesn’t feel like DC is going to let her be Batgirl in this universe.

The DC Movie universe has already taken away Robin. Can’t I get Batgirl? Even if it’s not Barbara Gordon? o-o

Side Note: Cassandra Cain is one of my favorite Batgirls. I’ve only read her in my small collection of Tim Drake centered comics, but I loved her in those.

And Harley...I loved her in Suicide Squad (Honestly I just loved Suicide Squad, Joker and All). I love Harley in general. She’s been a favorite since her appearance in The Animated Series. Harley Quinn is fantastic and I love seeing her play off other characters whether it’s Joker, Batman, Ivy, or whoever else.

But that bitterness of “Harley Quinn took over what should have been a movie about the Birds of Prey” just...ruins my ability to enjoy the film. Her constant narration and “This is my story about me-me-me” just...it kills that film for me.

Even if the violence and action scenes are as impressive as everyone keeps saying & that the movie as a whole is fun.

There’s a big part of me that thinks I’d love the movie. It’s fun. It’s action. And it has a ton of my favorite DC Characters.

But there’s also that part that will be yelling in my brain the entire time about what they took away.

And I’m not usually that fan.

I’m almost always forgiving of Movie Adaptions (I found the Avatar: The Last Airbender Live Action Movie watchable & enjoyable in some spots if that gives you any idea) and I even forgive things like Batman killing people in the newest DC movies. Does it bug me? Yes. Enough to stop enjoying Batman vs Superman or Justice League? No.

HECK. I even forgive the Thor movies for warping Thor into a comedic joke character (I think out of all the comics I’ve read, it’s a tie between Batman and Thor for “most that I’ve read of a series” - and Movie Thor is not Comic Thor). I love him and accept that he’s a different character.

But this film?

I don’t know what it is but it itches under my skin as “You went too far.”

I’m still on the fence if I’m going to watch it or not, but I don’t know.

#Lord I want to like this movie.#I really really do.#It's got violence and brutal bad guys #and action and girls #and I love DC.#I want DC to do well at the box office.#But.#I don't know.#Birds of Prey #Harley Quinn #DC Comics #Liliy Stuff

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1dliveshere · 4 years

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The Last Summer ch 5

Two days had gone by and it was still super awkward in the bus. Everyone was uncomfortable with what had happened. Harry hadn’t spoke to Kayla since the big blow up. She had tried to but he just would shut it down immediately.

It had been raining literally all day. They had plans but because of the rain it was ruined.

“Why does it have to rain all day?” Maya whined.

“Because Mother Nature decided to ruin our plans.” Louis sassed.

“Louis can you please take a break from sassing today? My brain can’t take anymore.” Eleanor groaned.

Most of the bus chuckled but Louis looked high offended.

As silence overtook the bus, Harry randomly swerved sharply. Sending stuff flying everywhere.

“What the freak dude?! Watch where you’re doing you moron. You almost killed us. Gosh I can’t stand people sometimes.” Harry continued saying stuff under his breath about how idiotic people are.

“Uhhh Harry maybe you should take a break from driving and get some sleep. You haven’t slept much for this whole trip.” Liam suggested.

“Fine. But I’m only letting Kayla drive.” Harry looked at Kayla in the rear view mirror.

“Uhh I guess I can.” Kayla nervously but her lip.

Harry proceeded to pool on to the side of the road and hopped in the passanger seat.

“Okay when we get up here you’re going to have to merge on the interstate.”

“Oh so now your talking to me.”

“Baby I’m sorry. It just really messed with my head. When they started talking about it again it just made it feel like it had just happened and I couldn’t think straight.”

“I hope you know I didn’t mean to let it slip. When Gigi came out of the bathroom I just freaked.”

“It’s okay love. I still love you.” Harry leaned over and kissed Kayla. “How about we park the RV somewhere and have a picnic just you and me?”

“That sounds lovely”

“Okay now that you guys kissed and made up, Harry go to sleep you’re being a butthole.”

“Louis I just told you to chill your sass.”

“Sorry love. I cant help it.” Louis cheesed at Eleanor.

As they were approaching the interstate Kayla was a little nervous as she had never driven on it.

“You mean to tell me in your 18 years of life you have never driven on the interstate.”

“No reason to judge Harold.”

“I’m not judging just shocked is all.” Harry chuckled “Okay so you’re gonna speed up starting now.”

“Harry I can’t do this.”

“For the love of Pete please do not kill us!” Hollered Alyssa.

“Uhh who’s Pete?”

“Niall now is not the time to ask stupid questions. I’m trying to not kill us.”

“Babe I know you don’t want to do this but you’re gonna have to get over at some point.”

“Here’s goes nothing.” Kayla looked over her shoulder to see it was clear.

“AAHHHHHH” she slightly turned the wheel and merged onto the interstate. “Harry I did it!”

“Good job babe” Harry chuckled.

“Thank you for not killing us.”

“You’re welcome Louis.”

As the after noon rolled on no one really did much. Kayla continued on the interstate headed towards Chicago. While some of the others watched a movie and chatted about life.

“-and then Niall literally fell on the ground he was so scared. It was honestly the best moment of me life.” Alyssa had tears streaming from laughter.

“Babe you said you weren’t going to bring you scaring me up again. It’s embarrassing.” Niall pouted

“Oh whatever. It’s hilarious and you’re adorable Ni”

As the bus was overtaken with silence Louis’ road trip play list played the same song for the 4 time in a row.

“Louis I’m playing my music now. I literally can’t listen to this song again or I might kill myself.” Eleanor marches up to the front of the bus and plugged her phone in hitting shuffle.

“AHHHHHHHH” all the girls screamed as ‘She Looks So Perfect’ started playing.

“Turn it up Kayla. It’s the boyssss.”

All the girls, minus Kayla because she was obviously driving, started jumping around.

Then the chorus hit:

“You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down” all the girls were literally screeching so loud that they woke Harry up.

Harry looked around at all the girls and chuckled to himself

“What are you staring at Harold?”

“Alyssa I swear I’m going to disown you as my friend if you call me that one more time.”

“Oh whatever” Alyssa sarcasticly rolled her eyes, “you know you love it”

“Okay so there’s a Verizon in Chicago that we can stop at to get Alyssa a phone. Is that good with you Louis?”

“In all honesty I forgot I even threw her phone out the window, but yeah that’s okay with me”

“Louis you amaze me sometimes.” Alyssa laughed.

***

Two hours later and Kayla was still driving.

“You know babe you are honestly a pretty good driver. I should let you drive more often.”

“You definitely should” Kayla looked at Harry, “ are you reading my romance novel I brought?!”

“Maybe...”

“Oh my gosh guys Harry is reading a romance novel”

“Awww Harry who knew you had such a soft heart. Maya squeaked.

“Okay that’s it I’m done” Harry through the book back in Kayla’s backpack.

“Okay I’m getting sick of driving. So I’m parking in this field and we can have our date Harry”

“Can we order pizza?”

“Sure Niall.” Harry gets his phone to call it in.

“How are you doing to tell him where we are parked?” Kayla asked, “kinda difficult when we are in a field.

“Why don’t you just drive a little farther and park in the Walmart parking lot”

“Once again Louis you had a good idea. I’m starting to think it was a good thing that we brought you” Eleanor laughed while Louis pouted.

As Kayla pulled into the Walmart parking lot the pizza man was driving away.

“NOT THE PIZZA. KAYLA HIT THE BREAKS. WE ARE GOING TO MISS THE PIZZA.”

“Niall sit your butt down and chill”

Instead of doing what he was told Niall jumped out of the moving RV started chasing the delivery car waving his arms and screaming.

“PEOPLE REALLY NEED TO STOP JUMPING OUT OF THE MOTHER FREAKING MOVING RV”

Kayla finally found a good place to stop and pulled over as Niall was sprinting back to the RV.

“How’d you get him to notice you?” Harry looked at Niall.

“Well you see.... the dude stopped at the stop sign and I jumped on the hood of the car.”

“Niall, you didn’t. Like how am I with the most embarrassing person?” Alyssa wheezed she was laughing so hard.

“Hey at least we got the pizza. Just be thankful.”

“Okay, Kayla I got everything ready, should we go my lady?”

“Yes as long as you never say that again” Kayla chuckled.

As they left the RV to have their picnic in a Walmart parking lot in the middle of Missouri the rest of the group got their pizza and settled down for a movie.

“What do you think Kayla and Harry are talking about?” Louis wiggled his eyebrows.

“I hope they make up all the way so it stops being awkward because I can’t handle another second of being on this bus with them.” Gigi flopped down on the couch with her pizza.

“Agreed”

***

“Babe I hope you know I’m still so sorry about being a jerk to you. I love you more than anything and didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I know Harry, it’s okay.” Kayla smiled up at her boyfriend of two years.

“I know love. You’ve said that ten times now.” Harry chuckled. “ I did have an idea though to make it up to you.”

“Oh really?? What would that be?”

“Well while you were driving I looked over an noticed a huge sunflower field about 10 miles from here. I know your favorite flower is a sunflower so I figured we could all go on a group date or something.”

“Oh my gosh Harold. That’s amazing!”

“Thanks babe. I thought it was too”

Kayla chuckled. “But seriously we are going to have to go to a laundromat somewhere because all of my good clothes are dirty.”

“You and you’re clothes Kayla Boydston I swear will be the death of me.”

“You know you love it” Kayla leaned in for a kiss.

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After their date was over Kayla ran into the RV screaming.

“WE ARE GOING TO A SUNFLOWER FIELD TOMORROW SO WE ARE GOING TO FIND A LAUNDROMAT TO CLEAN OUR CLOTHES. SO WE CAN LOOK HOT AS HECK.”

All the girls started screaming and running around collecting their dirty clothes.

Soon Harry was driving around a tiny town looking for a laundromat.

“Wait I see one” Liam pointed from the passenger seat.

“Thank gosh. I was starting to thing I would have to wear these sweatpants tomorrow and that’s not a good look”

“Louis since when do you care what you look like?”

“I always have boo” Louis winked at Eleanor.

“I think I just puked.” Alyssa stated.

As they stopped in front of the laundromat everyone piled out with their arms overflowing of dirty clothes.

“My question is how the heck did we go through this many clothes in 4 days.?

“Well that’s what happens when someone spills their drink all over you” Kayla eyes Louis.

“I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again. It was not my fault. Blame your boyfriend who can’t drive.

“Says the one who almost hit a tree two weeks ago.”

“GUYS! Can we just go in here and get this done.” Alyssa yelled.

As everyone went into the laundromat the atmosphere changed. The group who was once happy and looking forward to tomorrow was tired and all around grouchy.

“Guys am I the only one that feels like this trip isn’t worth it. Like I mean Alyssa’s parents literally disowned her.”

“No you aren’t the only one I totally get it. Maybe we are wasting away are lives”

As silence overtook the room the only thing you could here was the slight sound of water swishing and the gentle tumble of the dryer.

“You know what screw this! Why are we all sitting here groaning about this trip. This trip is our last one before we go off to college. Instead of being grouchy and acting like butts we need to make this trip the best thing ever.” Alyssa got up and marched over to the speaker that was sitting in the corner and plugged her phone in. The first song that popped in was, ‘Year 3000’ by the Jonas Brothers.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t heard this song in forever.”

“Oh my gosh let’s GOOOOO”

Everyone jumped up and starting dancing around the room. Screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

Quickly their moods lifted. As everyone looked at one another they realized truly how much this trip meant to them. Here they were after being friends anywhere from 7 to 3 years, on their last vacation as teenagers before they go to college. They were so thankful for this trip and each other.

After spending two hours in the laundromat they were finally back on the bus. They ended up just deciding to lock it up and sleep in the parking lot.

As everyone was falling asleep, Alyssa and Kayla were still sitting in the front of the RV.

“I’m so sorry excited for tomorrow.!”

“Me too Alyssa! I feel like we all need this!”

“We got to look fly for pictures”

“You know it boo” Kayla laughed.

Little did they know that tomorrow would change one of their lives forever. Or maybe both of their lives?

Well this chapter was pretty chill. Wonder what will happen that will change their lives?? 😜

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Charmberry Cove Chapter One.

Chapter Title: New Places, New Faces.

Wordcount: 3,517

AO3

Yay, chapter one!

Virgil moves into The Cove and meets a friend.

Taglist: @unsocialchapeau, @aularei

He was being shaken awake from his impromptu nap, he didn’t even realise that he fell asleep, but he supposes it was a long car ride.

“Hey there Pumpkin King, wake up kiddo.”

That would be his dad talking, well one of two of them anyway.

Emile Picani, therapist and cartoon enthusiast. And like, one of the best dads ever, the other being his other dad, obviously.

Virgil blinks slowly awake, staring at his dad, “how long have I been sleeping for?” he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Not long, just under an hour I'd say, ya didn't miss much” he smiles at Virgil, patting his head. “Now go put Hex in your room, I'm sure she's restless after being cooped up in that carrier most of the ride down.”

Virgil shuffles grabbing the cat carrier and climbing out of the moving truck.

He goes to open the front door, but of course, it's locked. He looks back to Pops, who is opening the back of the truck to assess their belongings with a hand on his mouth his finger tapping his lips, the other on his hip and a thoughtful expression on his face. Virgil walks up to the truck to stare with him for a moment; they have a lot of stuff.

“Hey, Pops. The door is locked” he mumbles out. Emile startles then looks disgruntled.

“Oh darn it, I don't know if I have the keys” he looks thoughtful, then snaps his fingers. “I'm gonna have to text your father and see what he did with those keys of ours.”

Virgil watches as his dad climbs back into the drivers seat of the truck to get his phone, sitting there texting Remy.

He stands there for all of thirty seconds before Dad pulls up on the street in front of the house in their car.

That was fast, but Dad always has weirdly great timing.

“Anybody order some keys?” He says, getting out of the car and taking a sip from his travel mug of coffee. He hands Virgil a purple key with the handle in the shape of a cloud and the number 618 etched into it, there was also a lightning bolt going down into the keys teeth. Clearly he got the keys personalized; he wouldn't be surprised if Remy himself had a key handle shaped like a coffee mug. Dad hands Pops his key, Virgil notices that it's shaped like Finns sword, he smiles at his pops’ unabashed squeal of delight at this fact.

Virgil walks up to his new home, the 618 on the side of the front door in bold black and gold.

Well here it goes. He unlocks the door and steps into his new house, taking it all in. It's nice, is his first thought, his second thought is on how big it actually is, it looks smaller from the outside and considering that it's a townhouse, which is to say it's connected to other houses made it seem like it might be smaller than it really is.

Being at the front door he can practically see the whole first floor, it being very open spaced and bright from the large windows.

The front door leads straight into the living room, and separating that in the back is a half wall and a breakfast bar that goes into the kitchen, with a sliding door into the back yard.

The kitchen itself is a nice size, no doubt that Dad is going to have a good time experimenting in it.

The stairs off to the side of the living room and close to the front door lead upwards, with a door set on the side of the staircase itself and Virgil hopes that it leads to a basement.

Shifting Hex's carrier to be more comfortable, he steps towards the door intent on opening it, and he's not disappointed when he does, cause it does in fact open up to a staircase leading down.

Descending the stairs and flicking on the light at the bottom reveals the basement in a low glow, off to the right side is an area for a washer and dryer to be hooked up and at the far end in the right corner looks to be a small bathroom and in the left corner he's met with a larger looking room with a closed door.

A door that Virgil learns is unlocked and ready for exploration, it turns out that this door leads to a cozy sized room that’s probably for storage and the like, noting the high ceiling with rafters, the stone floor and lack of windows.

He immediately claims this as his bedroom.

Closing the door he lets Hex out of her cage and sits on the floor to look around more. There are a couple outlets to plug stuff in and there’s a single light that swings from the rafters that throws shadows around.

Definitely not made to be a bedroom.

He likes it even more.

He sets out all of Hex's amenities and petting her before leaving to go help with the boxes and such; closing the rooms door so she doesn't get underfoot while they move about.

When he gets back upstairs he blinks in confusion at the living room that now has a large amount of furniture and boxes scattered around, he didn't think that he was downstairs that long, but apparently he was.

“Hey bud, find your room alright?” Remy asks, lounging on the couch his shades perched on top of his head nestling in the waves of his hair his piercing eyes on rare display; the shining turquoise is almost hypnotizing.

“Uh yea, the um, the basement has a room in it, I like that one” he replies while picking at his hoodie sleeves.

Dad chuckles “of course you'd choose the dungeon for a room.”

He heaves himself off of the couch, ruffling Virgil's hair as he instructs his son “alright then, Phantom of the Opera, go bring your things into your room, that's all you need to help with.” He heads up the stairs yelling out to his husband “hey Babes, it seems like you've acquired that office, Virge wants the basement room.”

He hears a knowing muffled laugh of 'of course he does', it seems like they had this conversation already.

He goes to the truck to check on what to do first and decides on bringing all the large garbage bags filled with clothes and bedding to leave the boxes and heavier things for last.

He huffs and wipes his hands together, the bags were easy enough, though there were quite a few of them so he takes a short break on the front steps, letting his mind wander to other things, like how his new school is going to be. This town doesn't have a large population to begin with, so he can't really imagine the student body population to be much either (not nearly as much as his old school does.) He thinks that this whole town wouldn't fill his old school.

He gets distracted from his thoughts as another teen, about his age bounces towards him with a dog following by his side.

“I didn't know someone new was moving in!” He happily chirps at Virgil. Virgil just stares at him, not exactly knowing what to say in this situation. “Oh”- the kid laughs out, face palming -“where are my manners?” He thrusts his arm towards Virgil for a handshake. “I'm Patton” he brightly announces “Patton Sanders, I live two doors down that way,” he points to the right of himself.

Virgil nods, taking the outstretched hand and Patton beams at him.

Giving his own smile, though shy and not as open as Patton's he mumbles out his own name. He doesn't think Patton heard what he said, but looking up at the other boy he sees that Patton doesn't have any annoyance in his features, only a calm encouraging smile that trails into his eyes, the warmth he sees behind the thick black glasses puts him at ease.

It feels almost like Patton himself is pushing all the comforting feelings towards Virgil on purpose, and he finds he's not as anxious as he usually would be around someone new.

So he clears his throat to introduce himself properly, in an octave the other can actually hear him in.

“Virgil, um... Virgil Tempest.”

Patton's eyes widen and he claps his hands together.

“Oh! Like Tempest Coffee? Ms. Tempest is so nice and she makes the best cookies! I've always wanted to know what she does to make them that good!” He excitedly gushes it makes Virgil smile at the enthusiasm.

“Yea, exactly like Tempest Coffee, though I'm pretty sure Dad is going to change the name” he offhandedly mentions.

Patton tilts his head to the side he looks confused but quickly jolts like he was shocked; his eyes shine with sadness and guilt.

“Oh my gosh! That was so insensitive of me” he gasps out his hands flying to cover his mouth. “I am so sorry Virgil, I completely forgot, I guess my brain hasn't caught up to the fact that she's gone yet.”

And now Virgil made Patton sad with just being, cause of course he did.

Great, off to a good start with the neighbours then.

“It-it's okay, I didn't really know her. If that makes you feel better” he mumbles out that last part, shrugging.

Patton looks uncertain for a second and then plasters a smile onto his face, exuding that same calming feeling from before.

“She used to send me birthday gifts and weirdly enough, Halloween gifts too. That was as far as our relationship went” he looks confusedly back at Patton's own confused look “what?” he asks, enunciating the whole word.

“You don't celebrate Halloween?” His nose scrunches up with his confusion; it's adorable.

“I do” Virgil says slowly. “But, it's kinda weird to get presents for it no?”

Patton shakes his head.

Well then. Just him he supposes.

“It's not at all weird around here, Halloween is kinda a big deal in these parts” Patton says then asks: “what do you usually do then?”

“Well, you know. The usual, trick or treating” he ticks off his fingers as he goes down the list. “Dressing up, going to strangers houses to beg for candy, horror movie marathons, eating too much candy and then ditching school the next day cause, honestly, it was just Halloween.” He has a lopsided smirk as he says: “I love it, it's my favourite holiday.”

Patton nods along to all of his points.

“Well, we do all that stuff here too. Just more” he starts bouncing in place clapping. “Oh, you're gonna love it here if it's your favourite! The whole town goes up in lights and we have fireworks! Fireworks at the beach! And and and everyone participates in this amazing barbeque! And there's fun activities to do all 'round town, it's a spectacular event! Oh oh oh and and! There's a couple days off of school for all the festivities! And it's just so much fun!” Patton's excitement radiates out that his dog joins in on his bouncing. “I am so glad that I can show you all the cool stuff for the first time! This is so exciting!” He claps a couple more times.

Virgil can feel the excitement smash over him like a tidal wave and he can't help the large smile that spreads across his face as he watches Patton clap.

With a new sense of adrenaline Virgil decides that his break should be over and that he needs to get back to work on these boxes, he says as much to Patton.

“You want some help?” The other asks so genuinely it throws Virgil through a loop. “I'm sure you'll get so much more done with some help” his offer is so honest and pure all Virgil can do is nod.

Patton bounces in place once more “Oh, I need to bring Foster home but I'll be back to help you lickity split!”

Virgil watches as Patton practically skips home with Foster bounding at his heels, he opens his front door Foster goes in with one word. Patton waves at Virgil as he closes his door again, then skips right back to Virgil's side.

Well, it seems like moving his stuff isn't going to be as gruelling as he thought it was going to be.

Virgil gets up off of the steps as Patton reaches him, both turning towards the truck.

“Alright tell me what I'm bringing and where to put it” Patton exclaims, Virgil motions towards the boxes off to the side of the truck, some inside of it some outside so he instructs Patton farther than his hand wave gave.

“All the ones to the left are mine, if you don't know what to grab all my boxes have my name on them. And you can bring them... Um.” Is Patton going to think he's weird if he tells him his room is in the basement, willingly, in a room that's not meant to be a room? He looks to Patton from where he was focusing on boxes only to see curiosity and kindness on the others face. “Um, the basement. That's where my room is.” Patton just nods and walks with Virgil inside his house, and then down the stairs.

He's pretty trusting of new people huh?

Patton goes to open the door to the room but Virgil stops him just before he can turn the handle.

“Wait don't open it yet!”

Patton freezes in place at Virgil's panicked tone.

“Sorry” Virgil winces, “I can't let the cat out yet though.”

Patton's eyes go wide and excitement bubbles up in him once again.

“You have a cat!?” He breathes out with a slight high pitched noise following.

Virgil nods amusement colouring his face. He puts the boxes he was carrying down and goes to open the door while Patton puts his own box down.

The boys scurry into the bedroom, closing the door hurriedly behind them.

“You like cats I'm guessing?” He asks as Patton gets on his knees in front of the small black cat, and he nods frantically as she climbs on to his lap.

“I love them” he says as he cradles her to his chest, “I'm super duper kinda allergic to them though” he says lightly and Virgil startles at that.

“Stop rubbing your face on her then!” he shrieks, waving his hands around as Patton giggles.

“But she's just too cuuuuuuute Virgil!” He whines as he hugs the cat to his face.

Virgil splutters with a pained look on his face.

“But, your allergies...” he says lamely.

Patton giggles once more “worth it. She's too cute.”

Sigh.

“Yes, yes she is.”

Patton looks up, “what's her name?” He asks innocently, like he's not going to regret this whole situation.

“Hex” he answers, Patton smiles down at the cat.

“Well, she's gonna fit right in with that name.”

“I suppose so,” Virgil agrees. “Now stop killing yourself with my cat” he opens the door to enunciate his statement.

“Fiiine, bye bye Hex” he coos to the cat.

They get a couple more boxes downstairs before Dad stops them on their way to go get more.

“Who's your new friendo there Virge?” He asks his shades are back on his face sheltering his eyes from the outside world he’s sipping on an iced coffee; eyebrow raised.

“Uh, this is Patton he lives two doors down. That way” he adds pointing to his left. “Patton this is one of my dads.”

“You can call me Remy hon” he addresses Patton, then addresses them both “you boys hungry? I've got lunch sorted out, and Patton you are so welcome to join in on this sweet-pea.”

“That sounds great Dad” Virgil sits at the breakfast bar, Patton following suit.

“That sounds super, thank you Mr. Remy.”

“Oh God none of that 'Mr' crap around here kid, just Remy is fine and dandy” he finishes his sentence with a long drag from his straw.

Dad sets a sandwich in front of both of them and a plate of cookies in between them and then hands them both a soda before leaving to go upstairs.

They eat in silence for the most part, until Patton takes a bite from a cookie and gasps out loud.

Oh no, Virgil panics. Did his dad somehow mess up on this recipe that he knows by heart and accidentally poisoned his only friend?

Tears, there are tears coming from Patton's eyes, and Virgil has no idea what to do about this, his panic sky rockets and Patton immediately stops his stray tears and seems to force a lighter aura around his being.

Virgil would define this as 'emotional whiplash' on how that happened so fast.

“Are, are you okay?” He asks in concern (and maybe a little confusion.)

“Yea, it's- it's just these taste exactly like how Ms. Tempest makes them an it threw me off guard, I didn't think I'd ever get to eat them again is all” he softly says as he stares sadly at the baked good.

“Well,” Virgil starts “my dad is her son, so he knows all her baking secrets and tricks so you'll definitely be able to eat them” he smiles at Patton's soft expression.

“So, she's your Grandma then?” Patton asks.

“Yea, did... did you know her well?”

Patton smiles “yea, I went over to the cafe a lot to help her out.”

“Oh, that's nice.”

“Mmhm. It was fun.”

“Woah, what's with the mood in here?” Pops asks as he walks into the room, “It's like you just found out Bambi’s mum gets shot” he says brightly while grabbing a soda from the fridge.

Virgil's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead in surprise.

“Woah Pops, a little dark there.”

Emile stops, stares into nothingness and turns to Virgil with a serious look on his face and a tone to match.

“I've been spending too much time with your father.”

And then promptly walks out.

“How long have they been together?” Patton asks.

“Um, since like, collage...”

Neither of them can contain the loud laughter that comes.

~0~

Patton is genuinely happy in this moment, helping Virgil out with his boxes.

They just delivered the last one to Virgil's room.

Remy had already carried and put in the bed, shelving, dresser and desk while they ate lunch.

Well, that's what he said he did. But Patton didn't notice anything being moved, it's not like the staircase is out of their line of vision.

Remy is an odd character, just like his mother.

Patton can't get a read on him, just like with Ms. Tempest.

Nothing came from her, and nothing from him now too!

And come to think of it, he couldn't feel anything from Virgil's other dad either.

It was confusing.

If he can't read the person then it's harder to decide what emotion to put out there.

Virgil on the other hand, was more of an open book, if only slightly more.

Roman would probably call him 'dark and mysterious' and if Patton didn't know better, so would he.

“Hey” Patton pipes up while they're walking upstairs so he can go home “what grade are you going into?” He asks hoping that he'd finally get a friend in his class.

“Seventh grade” Virgil responds, dashing Patton's hopes.

“Cool, you'll be in Roman and Remus' classes then! And maybe some of Logan’s too, his classes are probably going to be sporadic cause he's so smart that he skipped a grade! So he probably will be in most of your classes if not all, although he's so smart that he might have some eighth grade classes too, hopefully cause that'd be super duper neat!” He realizes that he’s been rambling when he gets a look from Virgil. “I'm sorry, I blab too much sometimes.”

Virgil waves off is worries “it's alright, it just means that I don't have to” he smiles at Patton and his heart soars at the emotion that smile sends him.

His ranting doesn't bother Virgil. He finds it endearing if Patton's reading it right.

“Anyway” he says as he steps out of the house “I'll see you soon yea?”

Virgil nods “the next time you see my room, it's going to be awesome.”

Patton smiles he waves goodbye to his new friend and bounces all the way to his front door then yells out to Virgil: “I can't wait!”

And he can't.

He can't wait to tell Roman about the 'dark and mysterious' boy who he will most undoubtedly get along with.

He couldn't wait to tell Logan about his new friend that has a quick wit and silver tongue when he's not all tied up in his own thoughts, oh the debates that they'll probably get into.

He can't wait to tell Remus about the darker parts of this boy and watch their friendship bloom from that simple shared fascination.

He couldn't wait.

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