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elizais · 3 months

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hey elizai!! can u do smthn like what event starts the topic of kids and whether they want them or not with bsd boys? (pref dazai, chuuya, and tecchou! they are cutiesss) thanks !!

"kids?"

featuring.. dazai, chuuya, nd tecchou! warnings.. ?? i don't get to like reader x ----- talking ab having kids, jst bcs i feel like that would set me up for "blah blah blah wouldn't want kids, but blah blah would!!"

in all honesty, osamu and you had never truly thought about kids. maybe intense debates on what names you hated, compared to ones you thought were cute - but other than that? not really.

so, on an average day at the agency a married couple were brought in to talk about something they witnessed the other day. kunikida and tanizaki were going to speak to them and they had to bring along their small children as they didn't have a babysitter for that moment.

it was honestly no biggie for anyone at the agency, a pair of twins might lighten up the dreary wednesday anyways. when they walked in, everyone greeted them (aside from ranpo, who was in another city for a few days.)

a boy by the name of isamu and a girl by the name of hana were left under your supervision with the help of atsushi. their parents were whisked away to the conference room to explain what happened the other day.

"so, what are your names?" atsushi smiled at the pair as you walked over to osamu at his desk. the two didn't seem to respond to the boy who was crouched down at eye level for the children.

hana and isamu wandered over to your boyfriend and you and asked quite a few questions. chipping atsushi's pride slightly at the kids not wanting to speak to him.

hana pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve before asking him "what's your name?" quietly. osamu looked at her, smiling and ruffling her hair, "osamu dazai, and you both?"

"isamu! he's almost got the same name as you!" the girl giggled at her shy brother. the boy seemed to gravitate towards you more than your boyfriend. "hana.. they told us to be quiet whilst they speak to the detectives!" isamu scolded his sister.

"oh, we're not actually detectives!" osamu begun, shocking you with how good he was with kids. "we're superheroes.." he whispered to the two kids.

you giggled as he began making up stories for the two, and them asking off topic questions.

"how is the moon still in the sky when it's daytime, dazai?"

"because i put it there. duh."

"do you and that lady have kids?"

"not right now."

"why are some people blonde and others brunette?"

"because blonde haired people control the weather and brunettes control night and day."

and soon enough, they went home with their parents. but that 'not right now' lingered until you arrived home with osamu. laying on the couch with his arm around your shoulders, he whispered into your hair.

"today was fun with those two." a sentence that he kissed into the crown of your head, a simple hum in response from you. something was on your mind.

"what are you thinking about, love?" he flicked your forehead. "if we had kids.. y'know?" you whispered.

"well i think kyouka does look up to you an awful lot, do you not see that?" he readjusted to face you. sitting cross-legged on the couch facing each other, hands in his, you spoke. "yeah, i do. 'm just thinking. i do love the family at the agency though."

dazai elaborated for you.

"fukuzawa's the grandad with like the secret lore he doesn't tell anyone about.. yosano's the wine aunt.. ranpo is the uncle that gets too into board games.."

you interrupted him, "atsushi's the housecat that racks up a fortune in medical bills."

as dazai was laughing, you added on, "and you and chuuya are the in-laws that end up drunkenly fighting." to which he nodded through laughter.

"yeah but chuuya makes a fortune so we can't frustrate him too much.. he has to pay for the family get-togethers.." he giggled.

chuuya was no stranger to young parents in the port mafia. today was one of the most important days of the year for the port mafia, a big deal was being signed today so all hands had to be on deck to make sure there was no funny business.

he called you in to keep him company while he was bundled up in his office reading over hundreds of pages of paperwork. you were lying on the couch, helping him by rereading what he had read to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"chuu? do you want a drink?" you asked, finishing another dozen pages.

"if it isn't too much of a hassle, doll." he sighed, looking thankful at your offer. promptly, you stood up and closed the office door behind you and made your way to a staff room on whatever floor his office was on.

you nodded to the stressed workers that saw you, knowing how much chuuya speaks about you to them. you walked into the staff room and saw a young child.

"hello, can you help me, please?" the young boy spoke. chocolate brown hair covering his forehead - he must have not been older than seven. "of course! what do you need, kiddo?" you asked him as you made a cup of coffee.

"my parents work here but they are very busy today so i had to come in, but i don't know where they have gone. can you please help me?" he asked politely, shocking for someone raised with the mafia.

"of course! do you know who their boss is? i can find their boss with you and find your parents." the child thought for a moment at your question, brows furrowed in concentration.

"they said that he's not tall.. orange hair and a hat. i think." he spoke. you snorted in laughter at the description, the child not knowing he was describing your boyfriend.

"yes.. i know him..!" you giggled, offering a hand to the child. you grabbed the cup in your other hand and walked to chuuya's office. you arrived and walked in, opening the door with your back due to both hands being full.

"hey chuu.. i made a friend! do you know his parents, they work under you, love." you asked as you put down his coffee and ruffled his hair. he looked at the kid and laughed at the situation you were in.

"hey shoyo, your parents brought you in today?" he asked, clearly having met the kid before. shoyo nodded and chuuya looked back to you.

"his dad should be in office 17f." he smiled at you, he looked at the kid again, still holding your hand. "do you want me to check where your mother is, she might be with kouyou?" he asked the boy.

"no, thank you mister. i'll hang out with my dad. he thinks you're really cool, by the way!" the kid smiled up at your boyfriend, the interaction made your heart melt.

"does he now? let him know i will approve his vacation request then." chuuya winked, chuckling at the conversation.

maybe when you two go home you are both laughing a little harder at videos of kids, or smile a little brighter at cute photos.

your boyfriend, tecchou, has a day off today. and you had promised your friend that you would watch over her kid for a few hours. koushi was a quiet kid and already knew you, so it would be dead easy.

however, you didn't want to miss out this day with suehiro. so, he came along with you. you explained to him koushi didn't talk much but was sweet, so it would just be making sure that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself whilst his parents aren't home.

"how old is he?" suehiro asked, driving the car towards their house. "eight, i think. you two will get along, don't worry." you reassured him.

you decided to not tell him yet that the kid was very similar to him and had his own ant farm. koushi also adored the hunting dogs, so you knew once you got the two quiet boys talking they would get along brilliantly.

once you arrived, you opened the door with your spare key and greeted the kid, your slightly timid boyfriend following you. "hey koushi! i brought 'hiro!" you chimed, the blonde boy holding out his hand to shake suehiro's. his parents had already left, knowing you would be just a few minutes behind them. you watched over koushi every couple weeks anyways.

suehiro did not expect the boy to be this polite yet he shook his hand nonetheless. "hello" your boyfriend spoke. you decided to ease up their awkwardness as you took off your shoes and put them in their respective caddy.

"so.. koushi.." you began, both of the boys looking at you as you walked to the living room that belonged to your friend, who wasn't here right now. "still got that ant farm?" you asked. knowing your boyfriend's face just lit up even though you weren't looking at him.

"yes!" koushi gestured for the two of you to sit down as he ran to his room to get his ant farm, clearly excited with his interest on the insects.

'hiro turned to you as you sat down. "you didn't tell me he likes ants!" he whispers, eyes wide. you nodded with a grin on your face, "he also thinks the hunting dogs are the coolest people ever.." you sang, knowing the kid will freak out when tecchou starts talking about his job.

when koushi carefully comes back down, holding a kid's ant farm, tecchou speaks up. "you know, ants have two stomachs. one is to hold food for themselves and the other is for sharing food with other ants." tecchou says, admiring the colony of ants the boy has brought downstairs.

then, the pair continue talking about ants for hours until koushi's parents come home. his mother thanks you and his father asks tecchou about any upcoming missions.

"just a lot of paperwork left over from the last one." tecchou smiles at the older man. "the less fascinating side of being a hunting dog, i suppose!" the father jokes. koushi gasps.

"you've been here, for five hours.. and i didn't know you're a hunting dog?!" koushi stares up at him with wide eyes. your friend invites you to stay for dinner, koushi not wanting you to leave because he wants tecchou to tell him everything about being a hunting dog.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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VALERIE - Part V. (Harry Styles)

happy sunday loves!! part 5 is here, buckle up bc we are getting down to business here!! thank you so much for the nice feedbacks, it’s always so moving and inspiring to read your thoughts, so please keep them coming! even if it’s just some gibberish rambling, those are the best haha! now let’s jump right into part 5, we are heading into the christmas mood and im so excited for yall to read this part!! enjoy!

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By the time November nears its end you officially become a couple with Marcus. It happens gradually, two more dates follow your first one, and then on the third one you agree to test the waters of the possibilities between the two of you exclusively.

Marcus is a great guy. He is funny, caring and smart, always listens to you and cares for even the smallest details about you when you’re talking. He is great company and never fails to make you feel appreciated and wanted. Exactly what you’ve been looking for in a guy, Rosa really hit the nail on the head this time.

You easily fall into a habit with him. Fridays are for date nights, sometimes you go for little trips outside the city on Sundays and he never misses a chance to send you flowers throughout the week. He is just the type of guy that’s always there to cheer you up with something whenever the days start to weigh down on your shoulders.

You even have dinner together with Rosa and Steven one Saturday evening, Rosa keeps giving you those ‘I told you so’ eyes whenever Marcus kisses you shortly or places his hand to your waist. You mostly just roll your eyes at her, not wanting to make a big deal out of the two of you, but Rosa knows how long you’ve been trying to find someone.

What’s a surprising turn is that you start seeing Harry more. Intentionally. You have no idea how it happens, but it does and you’re not mad about it. Some days you grab lunch together whenever he is in the neighborhood, some days you go shopping with him when his sister doesn’t have the time. Harry is a problematic shopper, he takes a long time to decide on clothes so usually you are the one that forces him to choose and finish before all shops close.

When he has had a rough week and you happened to call him for whatever reason, the two of you agree to meet up for drinks at his place, then end up playing UNO for hours, slowly emptying out two bottles of wine.

It’s starting to get harder to imagine what it was like when things weren’t like this with him. When you were getting anxiety from just the thought of seeing him or having to talk to him. It’s like the both of you are showing a different version of yourselves to each other and you have to admit you enjoy being friends with him.

He keeps his habit of teasing you and making jokes about you though, but you don’t mind it. He is not doing it in a mean way with the attempt to piss you off, but to make you laugh and start a playful war where you both throw insults at each other until one of you runs out of it and just starts laughing. You feel a kind of dynamic building between you and him that has a way better effect on you than the continuous killing you were doing before.

You can tell Rosa is thankful for the change as well. Whenever she sees you interact with Harry without making a grimace or have that face that screams how badly you want to hit him, she is relieved that she has one less thing to worry about and Valerie will have two amazing godparents who even like each other.

Christmas is always a big parade in your family. Your mom and your aunts always want to celebrate together so in the past few years it has become a tradition to rent a place out that has enough space for the whole extended family and spend three days there from the 23rd to the 25th. This year your dad found a huge cabin in the woods with ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms, just the perfect size for you all. It’s gonna be your parents, Rosa and Steven with Valerie, Aunt Monica, Aunt Teresa with Uncle Andrew, your cousin Etta, her husband Joe and their two kids, your other cousin Lily with her husband Jeremy and their daughter, and lastly you and Harry. Though your mom urged you to invite Marcus along as well, he could join you for longer than a dinner, since he was already set to fly home to his family.

“You sure he can’t stay for at least the first night?” you mom asks on the phone one evening. You’re stirring the sauce in the pan. holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder so you have both of your hands free.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s fine, he can come for dinner and then leave later.”

“I get it, but it would have been fun if he stayed,” she sighs, clearly disappointed that she couldn’t change what’s already set. If you’re being honest you don’t mind that Marcus is not staying for the night. You haven’t been dating for that long, you feel like it would be a little uncomfortable to have him there the whole time. A dinner is perfectly fine as a starter, since he hasn’t met anyone else from your family other than Rosa and Steven.

“Anyway,” she sighs moving on, “Have you figured it out how you’re gonna get there?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll tag along with someone.”

“Well, I think you should ask Harry. Everyone else is pretty packed already. Rosa and Steven won’t have any extra space with Valerie this year.”

You nod, even though she can’t see you. These past years Rosa always offered you a ride for the holidays, but even when they brought her over for just one night their car was jam-packed. No way you’re gonna fit in there so you are left with Harry since Marcus can only come in the afternoon.

“Sure, I’ll ask him.”

You shoot him a text that day and he replies right away that you’re welcomed in his car, though he won’t be able to take you back since he is leaving early in the morning on the 25th since he is flying back to the UK to his family. It’s fine, you think, you’ll just probably just tag along with aunt Monica back to the city, she always gets her a car for these occasions. Though it’s not your ideal option, she is not the best partner for rides, because she is a fan of smoking in the car, but you don’t have much of a choice.

“I’ll call you when I leave, okay?” Marcus tells you on the morning of the 23rd. It’s early, barely seven, but he is up because he needs to work a little today and you are finishing up packing since Harry will be here in an hour to pick you up.

“Sure. Drive safe,” you huff sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at your suitcase that’s still not closed, clothes are sticking out on the side and you’re sure you’ll have to sit on it to pull the zipper.

“See you later,” Marcus says before you end the call.

It’s rather comical how you try to close the suitcase but you only care about the fact that you eventually succeed. Only minutes before eight you are packed and ready so when you get Harry’s text that he is outside you can leave right away.

Seeing you with your big suitcase he hops out of the car and rushes to help you.

“How long are you planning to stay, Y/N?” he chuckles lifting the bag up and you just shrug your shoulders with a smirk. You’ve alway been a heavy packer, no need to try to cover it up.

Harry throws your stuff into the back of the car as you take the passenger seat. His phone is hooked to the car, a playlist of his own playing gently through the speakers and you’re surprised to catch on the Christmas feeling in the songs.

“Are you in the spirit?” you ask when he gets into the car.

“Like to set the mood ahead,” he chuckles starting the car and off you go.

Ridiculous to think about it, but it’s actually the first time you sit in the same car with Harry or see him drive even. The way you two used to be was not quite ideal to have you locked up in such a small place as a car. But now you have nothing against spending the almost hour long drive with him.

“Can you pull out the navigation when I leave the highway? I’m not sure where exactly I need to head,” he asks you, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him and nodding you open the app on your phone so his can keep on playing the music without the voice of the navigation interrupting it.

“Excited to spend your first Christmas with us?” you ask. Though Harry was there at several family events, it’s his first Christmas since becoming Valerie’s godfather.

“I am,” he chuckles, nodding, hands gripping the wheel gently. He is a natural driver, easily working the car, the kind you feel completely safe next to. As Baby It’s Cold Outside comes on a smile stretches across your lips as you start gently bop your head to the song. “I’ve heard crazy stuff about Christmases at your family,” he adds glancing in your way for a second.

“Like what?”

“I remember when Steven told me about his first Christmas with your family. You remember that?”

Searching in your memories you tried to remember when was the first time Rosa brought Steven along. They dated for two years before they got married so it’s been about five years since then, but as you think hard the memory of that specific year pops into your head making you laugh as you nod.

“Oh, yes. The year Aunt Monica almost burned the Airbnb down,” you sigh grinning at the memory. She brought some special kind of cigars that year that were told to be curiosities from somewhere fancy, but they ended up the literal worst quality, flaming bits were falling out them all the time when she would smoke one, almost making the rug catch on fire wherever she went. Best thing is that she was already drunk on the liquor so she didn’t even notice, there was always a person on Aunt Monica duty, following her around, making sure nothing burnt down.

“Steven said he had a moment when he thought about bailing,” Harry tells you and you gasp, because that’s new information.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but like only for a split second after your dad walked in on him naked in the bathroom. That was kind of the last straw. Luckily Rosa could convince him to stay. Guess it all worked out at the end.” Harry smiles as he stares ahead of him.

You can’t imagine a version where Rosa and Steven don’t end up together. They met through a mutual friend not long after Rosa had a nasty breakup with her scumbag ex. Steven was there to put her back together and be her partner as she found herself again. The change and positive impact he had on her could be seen every day and you were so thankful to him for helping your sister find her way out of such a dark place in her life. It didn’t take them too long to start dating and he proposed a little more than a year later. You still remember how Rosa was screaming in the phone when she called you that evening telling you that Steven proposed. They are quite literally a match made in heaven. It’s been your goal in life to find this person in your life though you haven’t had much luck with men so far. Ironically, if you were in a room with every man you were ever involved with in any kind of way, Harry would be the only one you’d want to talk with. If you had to make this exact same choice just months ago you would have chosen to run out screaming.

“Maybe this year it’s your turn to get horrified from us,” you laugh, sinking down a little in your seat as you adjust the seat belt. You’re still quite far away from the cabin, you might as well make yourself comfortable.

“I think there’s not much that I haven’t witnessed yet. I was walked in on at the bathroom once too, but it was your cousin, Etta.”

“When did that happen?” you ask with a heartfelt laugh.

“I think it was last summer at one of your nieces’ birthday party. Luckily everything was already tucked away when she basically barged in.”

“She didn’t miss much,” you tease him with a smirk and your witty comment catches him by surprise.

“Are you saying my dick is not imposing enough to be worthy of peeking?” he asks with raised eyebrows and you’re happy he is driving. His intimidating look would already burn right into your skin by now, but he is forced to watch the road instead.

“I mean, if you want to put it that way…” you continue, but a laugh escapes your lips.

“Take that back, Y/N,” he orders, sneaking a hard look at you before turning back ahead, but you can see the small smile hiding on his lips.

“Or what?”

“Or you might find yourself in a war you don’t want to be involved in,” he warns you, but his words don’t quite have the effect on you he wanted. Because in a heartbeat you find yourself feeling… excited? Thrilled? Even curious about his means behind his words.

“Wouldn’t want to lie, so…” Pretending like you’re sorry you shrug your shoulders as Harry gives you a look that makes your stomach churn. Now either you are gonna have some fun teasing each other or… you just threw yourself into the arms of the Devil himself. Either way, you’re certain Harry won’t leave it in that.

Turning your head to your window you can’t keep your smile contained as you think of the fact that how big of a lie it was. Harry is surely not a guy who should ever worry about any aspect of his manhood. You’re talking from experience.

***

The cabin is absolutely gorgeous, just the perfect place for a cozy family holiday. Hidden from the busy roads with a secure gate and tall trees on both sides, the back of it is facing a majestic view of the valley and the evergreen covered hill in the distance. With an interior straight from the pages of a magazine, you need just a few moments to adjust to your surroundings upon arriving.

“I saved a nice room for you, Harry!” your mother gushes the moment she sees the two of you walk through the front door. You huff in annoyance.

“And what about me?”

Harry chuckles giving you a smug grin. “Guess you’re just second after me.”

“It’s his first Christmas with us, he deserves the better room,” your mom shushes at you, making your eyes roll instantly. It’s still hard to believe Harry has this kind of charm over most people.

After greeting everyone who is already there, your dad, Aunt Teresa and Etta with her family, your mom walks the two of you down one of the hallways that leads to several bedrooms. She stops at the last door with an excited grin on her face as she opens it revealing the bedroom behind it.

You instantly understand why she thought this is the best one. The view is absolutely breathtaking, the gentle noon light is flowing into the room through the floor to ceiling windows, the king sized bed facing them so when you wake up in the morning the first thing you see is the endless sea of evergreens on the side of the hill. Not to mention the room has its own bathroom, not many of the other rooms are blessed with that. There’s a spacious shower that has enough space for at least three people in there and it’s one of those fancy ones that can make you feel like you’re having a shower in the middle of a jungle, mood lights and bluetooth speakers attached to it.

“No fucking way Harry is getting this room!” you gasp as you look around, taking in the luxure your mother is willing to hand over to him.

“Jealous, much?” he smirks, throwing his sports bag to the bed already ruining the neatly made sheets. He does not deserve this.

“Mom!” you huff turning to her, but she has made her mind up already.

“Your room is nice too, don’t worry Honey. Let Harry have this one!”

“I really can’t believe you are taking his side,” you grumble under your breath, folding your arms on your chest as you take one last look at the stunning view.

“Come on, Y/N. He is a guest!”

“He is not! You said it yourself he is family now!” you retort and Harry just laughs behind you, so you shoot him a murderous look over your shoulder, that just fuels his entertainment.

“Don’t be silly. Your room is the second one on the right from here,” she smiles at you. “We are gonna take a walk around once everyone arrives, so get settled by then!” she informs you before walking out.

“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice makes you turn around. “You can have the room if you want.”

Your eyebrows rise at the kind gesture, it’s very not like him, even now in your friendly state, so it’s quite odd that he is willing to switch rooms with you.

“No need,” you shake your head grabbing the handle of your suitcase that you abandoned at the door.

“You sure? It doesn’t matter where I’m sleeping, really.”

“I’m not gonna deal with my mother’s scolding if she finds out I took your room, so you can totally stay.”

Harry chuckles as you head out, but stop at the door to have one last word with him. “Though I might occupy your bathroom, that shower looks nice.”

“All yours,” he grins before you walk out.

***

By 11 am everyone arrives and the once quiet cabin is now buzzing from life, children running around, Valerie’s babbling shoots through the spacious living area where Rosa set her crib up, your mother is already making preparations for dinner while most of the men are circled around the pool table having a beer since no one has to drive for the rest of the day.

“When is Marcus arriving?” Rosa asks, eyes on Valerie who is absolutely destroying something that once were an elephant maybe, but she’s been ruthless with the poor animal, chewing and throwing it around all the time, so it’s not just a grey, fuzzy mess.

“Sometime before dinner. He has some work to finish,” you tell her pulling your legs under yourself on the comfy couch.

“And explain again, why isn’t he staying for the night?” she turns to you with a puzzled look.

“Because he is going home to his family early in the morning tomorrow.”

“Okay, but he could have just left from here, didn’t he?”

“It’s… complicated. It’s better if he just goes back home tonight and then leaves from there in the morning.”

What you leave out of the whole explanation is that you didn’t really invite him to stay the night as well. Sounds horrible and ridiculous but you didn’t think you’d have felt comfortable with him staying. You’ve been dating for only barely more than a month and though things are going well, you felt like starting with just a dinner would be a better idea. Marcus didn’t question why you didn’t offer him to stay, it seemed like he was fine with just coming and then going after dinner.

Does this make you a bad girlfriend? Maybe, but you value your comfort and feelings more than to ruin your favorite holiday with your family.

Just as you mom said, once everyone is settled in their rooms for the upcoming three days, the whole gang dresses up to have a walk around taking the welcoming little path that runs around the cabin and is smooth enough for Valerie’s carriage as well. Your nieces and nephew are quick to surround Harry and nag him to join them at the front, exploring the woods surrounding the path. It seems like he doesn’t mind it and gladly takes part in the adventure, also secretly looking after them so their parents can have a break and enjoy the stroll in hopes the walk tires the kids out enough that they’ll willingly go to bed in the evening instead of whining to stay up late.

You’re walking with Etta next to you as she tells you about Hannah’s latest dance competition when you spot that Harry and Oliver, your nephew, Etta’s other kid are suspiciously whispering around pointing in your direction. At last Olly nods and runs up to you showing a quite thick piece of wood into your hand. You look down at him confused.

“Thank you?” you tell him a little unsure what it’s all about.

“I found it in a bush, I want to take it home. Harry said you’ll keep it for me because you have a good hand for thick and hard sticks.”

You almost choke on your own breath, as Olly just carelessly runs back ahead to join his sister. You immediately look over to Etta in fear that she heard what Harry told Oliver, but luckily she was talking with Joe turning back, not really paying attention to the conversation you just had with her son. If she did, Harry probably wouldn’t live by now.

Speaking of the devil, you look in his way and that annoying, smug grin is right there as he nods in your way saluting before he shows his hands into his pockets and turns back around to catch up with the kids.

That disgusting piece of shit really went into the depth of teaching something secretly dirty to your nephew as a way of payback for your comment in the car earlier. He surely wasn't just joking when he said you’d pay for what you said. And you have a feeling he is just getting started.

***

Aunt Monica is like a legend in your family. She is the oldest between your mom and her sisters, already in her sixties, but in the heart she still feels like she has just turned twenty. She never married, but had several men in her life, love affairs, short flings, but none of them lasted for more than a year.

“Why would I settle when there’s so many fish in the sea?” she once told you, her iconic Chanel sunglasses sat on her nose as she sipped on her martini.

She has worked many jobs throughout her life, she was once a dancer, she waited tables and even worked as a TV host at one point in the ‘80s. She was the true free spirit of the family, her sisters often questioned her sanity, but you think there’s nothing wrong with how she lived her life, enjoying it to the last bit. In the early ‘90s she was seeing a millionaire, probably the only man she would have given her lifestyle up for. Unfortunately, they never married, the man passed away due to his heart problems, however, since he had little to zero family he left basically everything to Aunt Monica. Money, house, cars, business, everything. Being the smart woman that she is, she handed over the business into professional hands but she is still the owner, so the money is still flowing even though she could have lived happily on the money she inherited without ever having to work a day.

She seems a little odd in your family, but she has always been a loving aunt to you, a caring sister and she never fails to take care of her loved ones. She is the one to pay for all these Christmas getaways, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stay in places this nice.

“What’s all the money for if I don’t spend it on my family?” she always says when someone questions if she is fine with paying for everything. Your mom and Teresa have tried to convince her to let them at least pay for part of it but she wouldn’t even listen to them.

She likes to have her own, sometimes odd ways in life. She definitely has a drinking problem, but not in a dangerous way. You have never seen her completely wasted, she just likes to keep things buzzing and always have a drink on her whenever she needs the extra fun. Because of her past she has the greatest stories about meeting famous people back in the days or how soldiers used to try to win her over when she was just a teenager.

“Oh, those things happened,” your mom told you when one day you questioned if you could believe all the crazy stories Aunt Monica tells you. “She was like… the star of the show. Used to hate living in her shadow, but I can’t blame her for enjoying life and doing the things I was too afraid to do myself.”

Now you’re sitting in the sunroom that faces the amazing view behind the cabin, the Christmas tree is standing tall in the corner, beautifully decorated in white and beige. Valerie is snuggled up to your chest as you gently rub her back and you listen to Aunt Monica tell you about how a literal captain once proposed to her after just three days of knowing each other.

“He was a gentleman, but a beast in the bed, Y/N. I’m telling you, men in uniform are just a different level of satisfaction.”

She sighs deep, taking a sip from her margarita that’s definitely not her first drink, and you just laugh nodding.

“He was begging for me to go to Italy with him.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“Who said I didn’t?” she asks with a pretentious hurt look turning to you and you just laugh. You should have known the story would go this way. “I accepted the offer, only turned down his proposal when we sailed off and then we parted as soon as I stepped onto the land of Italy. Broke his heart into pieces, but I was too busy enjoying the Italian summer.”

Harry comes in and hands you a bottle filled with juice that probably Rosa sent for Valerie.

“Thank you,” you smile at him shortly as you adjust the little girl in your arms and hand her the bottle.

“Young boy, have you ever proposed to someone?” Aunt Monica asks Harry who stops in his way as he was already about to head out, but now he walks back to the sofa where she is sitting.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head.

“And how do you think you would if the time came?”

You watch Harry think to himself at the odd and quite random question. It’s not really something you would have ever asked him, but now that there’s the chance to hear his answer you are listening curiously.

“Depends on the woman I’m proposing to,” he replies after a few seconds.

“How would you propose to Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to your aunt with shock all over your face. You definitely didn’t want yourself dragged into this.

“Aunt Monica, that’s--”

“Shush! I’m just asking theoretically. Wanna hear his answer.”

Harry’s eyes wander over to your sitting figure on the sofa as he leans onto the back of the one in front of him. You can feel the heat crawling up on your neck to your cheeks under his burning look and you just know he enjoys how nervous you got from this simple question that wasn’t even asked from you.

Licking his lips he moves his eyes from you over to Aunt Monica who is still waiting for his answer.

“Something romantic, but not too grandiose, I know she doesn’t like being in the center of the attention that much. Maybe…” Tapping on his chin you listen to his words and without even realizing you hold your breath. “Maybe on a hike with a nice view. She would be admiring the view when I get down on one knee and as she turns around I pop the lid on the box.”

What bugs you is that it’s an awfully accurate description of how you’d imagined your proposal. He was right about many aspects, like how you don’t like being in the center of attention. No idea how he nailed so easily, but he did.

Glancing down you pretend to be busy with Valerie who is still peacefully drinking her juice, eyes wandering around the room relentlessly.

“So you really look to satisfy her deepest fantasies, careful about even the smallest details. Women appreciate it,” Aunt Monica nods, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable she just made you feel.

“Thank you, I do like to satisfy women,” Harry cheekily answers with a smirk, eyes locking with yours for a moment as Aunt Monica lets out a laugh at the dirty comment. Before you could bite your tongue a retort slips out of your mouth.

“What a shame you don’t always succeed.”

Harry’s eyes turn from playful to dark pretty quickly and you enjoy the victory over him. Your comment in the car earlier already wounded his manhood, now it’s another stab right into his… crotch. It’s the least he deserves after what he taught poor Olly.

“That I don’t believe. He seems like an absolute pleaser.” Aunt Monica winks in Harry’s way who just smiles at her shyly, but you can tell your comment is still bugging him.

“I think Y/N knows that too herself, am I right?” He tilts his head to the side and you stand your ground with holding his gaze and not looking away.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” you simply say, just when you hear your mom calling out for you. “Would you take her please?” you innocently ask walking up to Harry, holding Valerie out for him. You can tell he is looking for a witty comeback, but he has nothing just yet, so he is stuck with keeping his mouth shut as he takes baby Valerie from you. You gift him with a sweet, but definitely spikey smile before leaving him there with Aunt Monica.

***

Dinner is already almost ready, you’re helping your mom and Aunt Teresa in the kitchen with the finishing touches, Joe and Harry packing out the wine bottles from the rack Jeremy brought them in, the two of them examining the bottles with such professionalism you almost believe they have the slightest idea about what to look for in a good wine.

“Should we open some red or white ones for tonight’s dinner?” Joe asks your mom who is the master chef when it comes to the dinner.

“Red would suit better,” she answers. “Are they sweet?”

“Some, yeah,” Harry nods holding up a bottle and checking the label.

“Great. Monica loves that too,” Teresa chuckles as she adds some salt to the mashed potato.

“And Y/N too,” Harry adds, not even looking up, but he successfully attracts your mom’s attention with his comment.

“She does?” Harry looks up and sees your boiling anger plastered all over your face, so of course he chooses to take it further.

“Oh, yeah. She can drink like a gallon. Wine drunk Y/N is like a whole different person.”

“I told you so many times not to get drunk, Y/N. It’s not too ladylike. When was the last time you saw her drunk?”

“There were plenty of occasions,” Harry exaggerates and you could kill him right there. “Though last time it was the tequila that got her wildin’.”

That damned smirk of his is making your hands curl into fists and for a moment you tell yourself it’s okay to punch him in front of your mother even if she’ll probably disown you for such behavior.

“Y/N! I have told you a million times that you need to know where your limits lie!” she huffs shaking her head at you while you clench your jaw. Back at it with the lessons about getting drunk. She’ll never get over it, not even when you’ll be forty. Why does it matter to her so much? Sometimes she is the one to get you started, but then she gives you the dirtiest looks when you have one too many. She should just get used to it now.

“She surely likes to have fun when she has had a few drinks,” Harry continues smugly. “Remember how much fun you had at Rosa and Steven’s wedding?”

“Oh, God! I remember how drunk you were that evening, I could have killed you!” your mother growls and you roll your eyes at her.

“It wasn’t that bad. There were a lot more people who got way more wasted than me,” you try to defend yourself folding your arms on your chest.

“That doesn’t change that you were too,” she says with a hard look. Great, now she is mad at you for something that happened literally years ago. Kudos to Harry for ruining her mood.

“She wasn’t that bad,” Harry adds and you look in his way with suspicion. “She was a delight when it was time to get her to bed.”

Your mouth almost hangs open, but it seems like you’re the only one understanding what he really meant by that. Luckily, beside you and him, Rosa and Steven are the only people who knows what happened between you and Harry that night, so it’s no surprise no one else catches on the hint.

“You were the one who took her up to her room? Sorry if she was a burden,” your mother sighs and right at that moment you wish the floor would just open up and you could disappear forever. Harry’s satisfied grin is the evidence that he just won another round of this nasty war.

Just as you open your mouth to try and move the conversation to another field you see a pair of headlights pull up to the driveway. Everyone turns to the window as Marcus’ car parks down last in the line. As you step away from the counter you see the confusion in Harry’s eyes about the new guest.

“Oh, amazing! He is here!” your mom cheers, seemingly instantly forgetting about how she was dragging you just a minute ago.

“Who’s here?” you hear Harry ask, but you’re already out of there, heading to the front door to greet Marcus.

Just as you walk out into the cold evening air you see him get out with a warm smile on his lips. You wait for him at the door, arms wrapped around yourself and as he reaches you he places a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, how was the drive?” you ask him.

“It was fine. I didn’t arrive too late, right?”

“No, we were just about to set the table. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

He takes your hand in his as the two of you walk inside, all eyes immediately turning your way at the arrival of your boyfriend.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet my boyfriend, Marcus. He is staying for dinner.”

Your family members walk up to the two of you, shaking hands and introducing themselves to Marcus who smiles at everyone politely, trying his best to remember all the names and information that’s thrown at him all of a sudden. Everyone seems delighted to have him for dinner, the kids instantly make him promise he’ll play a card game with them after dinner and he happily says yes to the invitation.

You can tell your mom is proud that finally both of her daughters are spending Christmas with a man by their side and you’re almost certain your dad took a liking to Marcus the moment he mentioned he is into fishing.

Everyone seems excited and happy for Marcus, there’s just one face that doesn’t fit in the line of joyful smiles. Harry stands quite far from the two of you and only gets closer when he shakes hands with Marcus. His cocky grin is long gone from his face as he keeps his hard look on your boyfriend who is chatting with everyone. Standing next to Marcus, your hand still holding his, your eyes lock with Harry’s and there’s an unknown, burning feeling in your gut when his hard gaze holds yours. The sudden change and cold act gets you wondering what’s really going on in his mind. He is the first one to look away and you watch him walk into the kitchen and disappear from your sight before you force a smile on your lips and turn back to Marcus.

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The Starving Games ft. Freddie Weasel: AKA Pt. 1 of my Hunger Games x Harry Potter crossover series (OC x Fred Weasley)

Warnings (None of these are really graphic, but feel free not to read if any of these things make you uncomfortable!!): Blood, knives, knife wound, character death(s), severe injury mention (lost limbs), dead animal mention?? (a rat)

This is the first fic I’ve ever written! I got the idea from a post I saw from @wand3ringr0s3 Comments and criticism are GREATLY appreciated and it’d be really cool to get some feedback on my writing style!!

a/n: Also if I do write more, this is gonna be an enemies to allies to lovers situation bc I <3 angst

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Darkness. Pure black. I hear noises coming from somewhere. Muffled. Echoing through the endless void around me. The noises become louder. Someone is talking. The more I listen, the louder and clearer they get. Clear enough that I can almost make out the words. Suddenly, everything goes deafeningly quiet. My ears start ringing. But then, a single voice echoes through the silence, “Seph?”. I recognize it immediately. “Maeve?” I call out. “Seph? Is that you?” she responds, her voice shaky with fear. “Yes, yes, Maeve, it’s me. Where are you?”

“I don’t know.” she responds, panic rising in her voice. “Seph, I’m scared.”

“I know. I know, kiddo,” I swallow hard, “Hey. Hey, listen, I’m gonna find you, okay? Just stay calm.”

My heart is racing. I look around for some sort of clue, but nothing but complete darkness surrounds me. I tentatively reach my hand out in front of me. My fingertips graze something. Something cold. I take a step forward and reach out again. My hand finds what feels like a thin chain. I roll it around in my fingers before pulling down on it. The space is immediately flooded with blinding white light. I blink a few times to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness. I’m at home; a tiny one room flat that I share with my mother, sister, and our cat. Except it’s empty- no furniture, not even a door. I see my sister standing a few feet in front of me, her hands bound together by a thick rope. “Maeve!” I rush towards her. “Seph!” she cries. As I reach out to hug her I’m pushed back by an invisible force. I look up and there she is- standing inside a giant glass dome. I take a few steps back, trying to register what I’m seeing.

“Shall we draw the names?” I whip my head around to see a woman in a magenta frock standing on the other side of the room. Her dress is covered in so many frills and flounces that she takes up half the flat. On her head is a ridiculous blonde wig that must add at least two feet to her height. Her face is covered entirely in white powder, with her cheeks overly rouged, and her top lip painted magenta to match the dress. She looks like a very posh clown.

“I-I’m sorry what?”

She laughs airily, “The names, darling. Surely you remembered?”

“Remember what?”

She tsked then pulled out two smaller versions of the glass dome from the frills at the front of her dress. They each had a small slip of paper in them. “Go on. Pick one.” Her voice was incredibly high-pitched, and she spoke with a capitol accent. I stepped towards her and hesitantly reached into the bowl in her right hand. I unfolded the slip of paper, ‘Maeve Whitlock’. I stared at the name in confusion.

“I don’t understand.”

“Will you take her fate as your own?”

“What do you mean? What fate?”

The woman let out another laugh, this one high and cold, it echoed around the entire room and caused the floor to shake. Suddenly, I heard Maeve call out to me, “SEPH!” I looked back to where she was in the dome. There was a dark, shadowy figure standing behind her, holding a knife to her neck. Her hands and feet were bound to a small wooden chair, and her mouth was now gagged with a dishcloth. I ran towards the dome, panic rising further in my chest. “MAEVE!” I shouted desperately. She looked at me fearfully, tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. I banged and kicked and rammed my body at the glass so hard, I should’ve shattered something. But it was no use. I looked back to where the woman had been standing, but she was gone. The shadowy figure stood still, holding the knife to my sister’s neck.

“LET GO OF HER YOU FREAK!” I cried, banging my fists against the dome. Maeve was panicking now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, tears running down her face, her muffled pleas penetrating through the glass. “MAEVE.” I cried out; my voice cracked as the salty tears streamed down my cheeks. But I was too late. The dark figure suddenly slashed the knife across her throat, her cries stopped and she slumped down into her seat, eyes still half open, blood now seeping into her blouse. “NO!” I screamed, sinking down to the ground. The glass squeaked as my hands dragged down over the exterior. I looked back up towards the shadowy figure, only to see it was no longer there. In its place I saw myself, a satisfied smile on my face. I heard the clownish woman’s disembodied laugh echo through the flat, “What a pity,” the voice said, “you could’ve saved her! But now, I’m afraid, you must face the consequences of your actions.” The clone slowly raised the hand still holding the knife, and pointed directly at me. Suddenly, I felt the cool touch of metal against my throat. The other me winked, and I felt the blade drag deep across my neck. I started to choke, the blood pooling into my airways. I instinctively brought my hand up to the wound. My vision started turning black around the edges. I looked down to see the front of my dress already soaked in red. The last thing I saw was my own hand, holding the knife, droplets of blood falling steadily from the tip of the blade. Then, everything went dark.

My eyes shot open. All I saw was fur, and something was blocking my breathing. I sat up quickly, and the ball of fluff leapt off my face. The cat looked up at me from his new place on my lap- those big amber eyes practically staring into my soul- and meowed loudly. I sighed in annoyance. “Stupid cat.” I grumbled as I lifted him up and let him jump to the floor. I rubbed my eyes and tried to slow my racing heartbeat. My body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat. I looked down at the bed to see my sister still sleeping soundly beside me. I took a deep, shaky breath and stroked the top of her head, moving away some of the stray hairs lying across her face. I glanced over at the digital clock next to me, SUNDAY: JULY 4. 8:26 AM. Today was Reaping Day; no wonder I had that horrible nightmare. This would be my 4th year participating in the drawing, it was Maeve’s first. How unlucky it was that her twelfth birthday had only been three days prior. If she’d just been born a few days later, she could’ve been spared for another year.

I sighed and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My mother was already awake, sewing some buttons back onto Maeve’s school shirt. “Hi, mom.”

“Hi, sweetie. Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, just now.” I yawned.

“Is Maeve still asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 8:30. Should I wake her up?”

“No, it’s okay,” she sighed, “let her sleep some more. I’ll wake her up soon.” She held up the shirt to examine her work, “Still needs a few more stitches…” She held the needle between her teeth and reached down to her sewing basket to grab another spool of thread. I looked down as I felt the cat’s bushy tail brush past my ankles. I knelt down and scratched behind his ears.

“Did you feed Tulip yet?” I asked. The fluffy, tricolor, flat-faced cat was now sitting at my feet, purring contentedly.

“Didn’t have to; he caught his own breakfast. A huge rat, which he so lovingly dropped on my pillow this morning.” My mother replied.

I stifled a laugh.

“Since you’re already up, go ahead and shower. I’ve laid out your clothes for you on the kitchen table, so when you’re done, just change into them and come back here so I can do your hair. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She smiled at me then went back to her work. I grabbed some soap and a clean towel from the small shelf near the entrance and walked out. “Make sure you don’t use up all the hot water!” she called out as I closed the door behind me. “Don’t worry, I won’t!”.

We didn’t have our own bathroom- there was one toilet and one shower per floor, which could be shared by anywhere from 5 to 20 people. There were 5 apartments on each of the 4 floors- all one room- with one bed, a stove, a sink, a small table and chairs, and some shelves for storage. Each apartment had a heater and air conditioner, but they were never guaranteed to work when you needed them. Sometimes only one side of the building would have heating, or only certain floors had AC, or only specific apartments. Often, the whole building wouldn’t have either for days at a time. The same thing happened with the water and electricity. You could never fully rely on any of the appliances being in working order. As a result, we shared a lot with other apartments. If someone’s stove wasn’t working, they could just knock on a neighbor’s door and use theirs. If only one apartment on our floor had heating during the winter, there were no objections when everyone else would come over and make themselves at home. It made it feel like we were all one family, and it was customary to refer to many of your neighbors as your aunt or uncle. This was common throughout the District, as almost everyone aside from the mayor and peacekeepers lived in small, rundown tenements, expanding outwards from the city center, which was home to the Justice building. Here, in District 8, we produce textiles. There are 6 factories in total; one of which is entirely dedicated to making peacekeeper uniforms. We typically start in the factories at 14, splitting the day between school and work. We aren’t assigned specific jobs until we turn 18. Until then, those in charge of production make requests for certain numbers of workers, and we go wherever we’re needed. Once we finish school, we’re assigned permanent job positions based on both our aptitude tests and our performances in various factory tasks. The better you do on the aptitude test, the better (or at least safer) your job will be. Those with the highest scores tend to be assigned as desk jockeys- where the risk of dying on the job is fairly low. Those with the lowest scores are sent to work in the most dangerous parts of the factories; you can always tell who works there because chances are, they’ve lost some part of their limbs...or face...or they’re, you know, missing a hand...Then there’s those whose scores fall somewhere in the middle; if they have a specific skill, like baking, or perhaps healing, they’re assigned a job based on that. The rest are assigned mid-level factory jobs, which were still dangerous, but the chances of getting to keep all your fingers were significantly higher! (But not guaranteed).

When I turned on the shower, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the water was delightfully warm. It took everything in me not to keep standing there, enjoying the warmth, until the water would turn cold. I shivered as I stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped my towel around me. I walked swiftly down the hall and flung open the door to the apartment. I grabbed my outfit from the kitchen table. A white trapeze-line dress ending an inch or so above my knees, long billowy sleeves pulled tight at the wrists, and a mock turtleneck with tiny ruffles adorning the edge. My shoes sat on the floor next to it; dark blue suede ankle-boots with small square heels.They were a birthday present from my mother; most definitely from the black market. I got dressed and pulled up a stool in front of my mother’s chair. She combed through my curls as gently as she could, but I still winced when she pulled too hard at a knot. She braided four small plaits at the front and sides of my hair, pulling them into two larger braids that she twisted together and pinned to the back of my head. She handed me the mirror. I looked into it and smiled, “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” I turned around and hugged her tightly. She smelled of soap and clean linen, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on- all I knew was that it was comforting and warm. I held on a little longer than usual. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She brought her hand up and gently stroked the back of my head. We both knew what could happen today...I tried my best not to think about it. Maeve soon came back from the shower and changed into a mod-style purple dress and black mary janes. My mother braided her hair in a similar style to mine, adding a small flower clip at the side. She looked us once over, nodded, then stood at the mirror and added a few pins to secure her own hairstyle. She sighed, “Ready?”

“Yeah.” “Yeah.” my sister and I said in unison.

My mother chuckled lightly as we stepped through the threshold.

We walked the few blocks over to the underground and boarded the train headed to the Justice building. The train car was packed. Everyone was dressed in their best (and most colorful) outfit. These types of clothes were only worn on special occasions; those above working age wore grey coveralls to work and school, and something drab and ill-fitting otherwise. As we exited the train car, I kept a tight grip on Maeve’s hand. As we emerged from the underground, our eyes were bombarded with light, and I squinted as the brightness flooded my vision. When my eyes adjusted, I spotted the registration table. I gave my mother a brief hug and went to join the girls’ line with Maeve. Soon, we’d reached the front. I looked down at Maeve, “You want me to go first, kiddo?”

She glanced up at me with wide eyes, then stared forward and shook her head.

“You sure?”

“Mhmm. I just wanna get it over with.”

“Okay.” I hunched over and whispered into her ear, “You’re gonna be fine, I promise. It’s not as bad as you think. I’ll see you in a few minutes, yeah?”

She nodded. I gave her hand a squeeze and watched her walk up to the table. I heard them speaking faintly and a few minutes later, she turned around to look at me, a nervous expression on her face. I gave her a reassuring nod then headed over there myself.

The woman at the table sat there with a bored expression. She looked to be in her 30’s, but the heavy dark circles under her eyes seemed to age her quite a few years.

“Last name?” She said. She didn’t bother to look up at me.

“Whitlock.”

“Whitlock…” she muttered, flipping through the pages, “Right, Whitlock. Persephone?”

“Yeah.”

She crossed my name off the list. “You’re sixteen?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she sighed, “Hold out your hand, please.” She took a small device next to her and clipped it onto my index finger. I winced when I felt the needle prick my skin. She unclipped the device then stamped my wrist with the capitol’s sigil.

“You can go join your age group, fourth line from the left.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

She paused, then looked up at me sympathetically, “And um, good luck.”

I nodded and gave her a curt smile before heading over to join my peers. We were arranged by age and gender, boys and girls separate, all standing in rows in front of the stage. I stood waiting, and mindlessly watched the rows slowly multiply. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but soon enough, I looked up at the stage to see a woman in a bright magenta pantsuit. The hem of her skirt was decorated with a flounce of fabric, and she wore a light pink blouse underneath her suit jacket. The front of it contained so many ruffles, you could hardly see her neck. Her hair was pale blonde, and styled in a way that made it look like a cloud sitting on top of her head. Her face was powdered white, save for her blushed cheeks and glossy lipstick. Her lips were absurdly over lined, both painted a shocking fuchsia that closely matched her outfit. She approached the podium with tiny steps and cleared her throat daintily, “Welcome, everyone, to the reaping ceremony for the 59th annual Hunger Games!” People remained silent; the only reaction being a cough from someone in the crowd. She cleared her throat once more, “As always, we shall begin by watching a special film from the capitol, telling us the history and origins of this unique tradition, and to remind us why we are all standing here today.”

At her words, the two televisions turned on to display the Capitol’s sigil. It faded out, and a film about the glorious history of Panem started rolling. I tuned out and stared blankly at the rows of people ahead of me. When the film concluded, Ms. magenta up at the podium clapped enthusiastically. She was the only one. “Oh, wasn’t that wonderful?” She exclaimed, “What a rich history this nation has.”

I scoffed, that’s one way to put it, I thought.

“Now, as always- ladies first.” She stuck her hand into the large glass bowl on the right side of the podium and shuffled her hand through the slips of paper before snatching one up. She gingerly unfolded the paper and held it delicately between her index finger and thumb.

She cleared her throat and read out the name, “Maeve Whitlock.”

I felt my heart stop in my chest.

No.

My eyes darted through the crowd and I saw people make way for her as she slowly walked to the stage, shaking with every step. Images from my dream flashed through my mind- most poignantly, the image of me watching helplessly, as a dark shadowy figure slashed a knife across my sister’s throat. Panic rose in my chest; my heart beat so loudly in my ears that I barely heard myself shout, “WAIT!” Everyone turned to look at me. My breathing sped up as I suddenly felt at a loss for air, “I volunteer.” I added, my voice cracking slightly, “I volunteer as tribute.” Maeve looked back at me with pleading eyes and shook her head furiously. I avoided her gaze and stared straight ahead as the crowd parted to allow me through to the stage. I paused to grab Maeve’s hand and squeeze it tightly. I cradled the back of her head and planted a kiss atop her forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment as I shakily released her from my grasp and allowed the other girls in the crowd to place a comforting hand on her shoulders as they quietly pulled her away from me. I walked up to the stage and slowly climbed the short flight of steps to then take my place just behind the glass bowl from which my sister’s name was drawn. I can’t believe I’m about to be shepherded to my untimely death because of a stupid glass bowl. I felt my hands getting clammy, and I held to the hem of my dress to keep them from shaking. Ms. Magenta smiled and stepped towards me, “And what is your name, dear?”

“Persephone Whitlock.” I stated.

“And you are…?”

“Her sister.”

“Her sister! Oh, well, of course you are!” she remarked, “Well, that was a very brave thing you just did, Persephone. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say that this was a truly inspiring moment! Well done! And may the odds be ever in your favor.” she smiled brightly and turned towards the crowd. There were a few measly claps, but they quickly fell silent. “And now, let us draw our male tribute.” She stepped over to the glass bowl on her left and repeated the process. I stared blankly past the rows of people; only when she read the name was my trance broken, “Frederick Weasley.” A tall, redheaded boy emerged from the crowd. I stared as he made his way up to the podium. I recognized him from school. I didn’t know him well, but I knew he had a twin brother- George, I think- who’d lost an ear in a factory accident a few years prior, and was thus ineligible to compete in the Games, as his injury would be an unfair advantage to the other tributes. Apparently, he’d been checking the cogs underneath a broken machine when it somehow turned on and cut his left ear clean off. It was formally reported as an accident, but it’s been rumored that he did it on purpose. There were no witnesses, so no one can say for sure, but if it was intentional, I can’t say I blame him for doing it. There are very few ways you can get out of the games if you’re under 18- something as extreme as losing an ear would certainly fall under that category. I stared at the redhead as he took his place behind the other glass bowl. He was tall, at least 6 foot 4, and seemed to tower over my own 5 foot 10 frame. I’d always thought I was fairly tall for my age, and was used to surpassing most adults in height; but standing next to him, I felt like a child. His entire body was long and lean, but I could tell from the way his shirt clung to him that he was not just skin and bone. He had a well-structured face. Round brown eyes, thin lips, a prominent, romanesque nose; his jaw was clenched as he stared straight ahead and refused to look at me. Him and his brother were known for pulling pranks and cracking jokes at school- there was a strange, impish quality to his features that unintentionally revealed his penchant for mischief. Every inch of his cool, pale skin was covered in freckles. Despite his pallid complexion, his cheeks always seemed to have a slight blush to them that made everything about him appear bright and lively. However, at the present moment, his face had been drained of all colour, save for a rather sickly green tinge. No wonder he doesn’t want to look at me- poor kid looks like he’s about to puke. Ms. Magenta finally stepped forward, “Excellent! We now have our two lovely tributes! Both of whom will now be escorted into the Justice building to await further instructions; Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” And with that, the Capitol’s sigil was once again displayed on the TVs, and its anthem blasted through the speakers. Suddenly, I felt four hands grab me by the arms and forcefully pull me backwards. I stumbled slightly, and looked up to see the two peacekeepers responsible. They continued to pull me across the stage before practically shoving me down the stairs and onto the cobblestone street. From the corner of my eye, I could see that my fellow tribute was receiving the same gentle treatment as they dragged- I’m sorry, escorted him- to the large, looming structure behind us. As they “escorted” me towards the building’s heavy brass doors, I looked back frantically, trying to spot my mother and sister. But the crowd had gotten rowdier, and they were all being jammed together as the peacekeepers continued to push them away from the stage. My breathing quickened, and I could feel the blood pumping through every vein in my body. When we reached the threshold, the brass doors opened to reveal a high-ceilinged marble hall, and a rush of cool air escaped them. So THIS is where all our air-conditioning goes, I thought to myself. Every sound echoed through the building’s marble interior. I craned my neck upwards and tried to take in every opulent detail as I was dragged down a hallway and shoved into a small room, where the peacekeepers finally released me from their vice grip. “Wait here,” one of them said. They both left and shut the door behind them. I massaged my sore upper arms. “You didn’t have to pull me so hard, you know!” I shouted at the door, “not like I was planning on going anywhere!”. I sighed and stepped back from the door. “Assholes,” I muttered to myself. I plopped down onto a green velvet armchair and examined my surroundings. The walls and ceilings were paneled in rich, mahogany wood. The square panels above me were covered in intricate carvings, complementing the elaborate crystal chandelier hanging in the center. While I assumed the floor was wood, it was hard to tell because of the heavy oriental rugs that adorned its surface. There were two large windows behind me, both framed by plush velvet curtains. They were the same emerald green as the chair, and were tied back with a thick, gold rope that had tassels on the end of it, so as to allow in natural light. There was not much furniture in the room aside from two armchairs- one of which I already occupied- a round, wooden coffee table between them, and two empty bookshelves inlaid in the wall on either side of the room. A thin blue vase containing a single white rose sat in the center of the coffee table. The smell of it was unnaturally overpowering. Something about it made me uneasy, so I carefully pushed it to the far side of the table and shifted away from it. I unconsciously started chewing on my lip. I couldn’t sit still. Sitting there shaking my leg, or playing with the hem of my dress, wasn’t helping. I let out a frustrated groan and jolted up from my seat. I continued to chew my lip as I restlessly paced back and forth across the room. The heavy rugs didn’t hide the creaking of the floorboards as I stomped across them. After what felt like hours, I heard the door creak open. I stopped in my tracks and ran to the door to greet my mother before she’d even entered the room. Her and my sister enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug which I eagerly returned. The peacekeeper standing behind them cleared his throat. We slowly let go of each other and turned to face him. “You have ten minutes to say goodbye- not a second more.” he said in a gruff voice. As my mother and sister stepped fully into the room, the peacekeeper roughly shut the door behind them and left.

END OF PART ONE

a/n: If you’ve made it this far, 1. Hi, I love you 2. Will I write more for this series? To quote John Mulaney, “Who’s to say?”.

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a list of my entirely way too niche headcanons ive actually implemented for everyones imagination:

name options ive used and refuse to retire: david elizabeth strider (sometimes i dont feel like being a douche to others and saying thats not his name), harley davidson strider, and david james strider for the sake of simplicity

im not gonna tell yall the like. oc exes ive given him bc thatll take eighteen years.

i dont rlly have an explanation on the ghost thing besides the fact he just can? ive occasionally pulled from family ghost stories and experiences bc i somehow got landed with family members who lived in a haunted house for a decade and enjoy scaring me with all the stories (including the time my cousin literally died on the kitchen floor from a bronchial spasm and one of the friends that was over asked my aunt later what was up with the old man she saw in the corner of the room that night - my cousin is fine btw shes just a huge bitch and a third grade teacher and i dont like her)

whether or not hes done drugs is based on absolutely nothing besides how im feeling in that moment. either hes the designated driver and sober friend forever or he got fired from his job after doing a line at work during graveyard with some random customers theres no inbetween (this absolutely happened @ waho. if dave works at waho hes a mess of a person and thats on the diner itself.)

ok look i hc dave w/schizophrenia besides when i was 14 i had a hyperfixation with learning about it and then at 16 was prescribed a medication and had side effects so wack my therapist genuinely thought 14 yr old me was onto something and its a weird way to cope with the idea that lady put in my head that i might “develop it in my twenties” which i turn 20 this year and i havent been able to stop obsessing and panicking over the prospect so PLEASE dont come in my inbox calling me ableist im not out here all harley quinn in suicide squad with the voices ok hes medicated, he goes to therapy, the hard fast delusion that lil cal was nearly sentient and informed bro of every single thing dave did no matter how asinine it was is no longer a debilitatingly affecting him ANYWAYS

i actually use the chicken/egg farming family pretty often just because its hilarious to me to give dave like. an actual mom and dad. hes literally an uncle to like three different kids he just never visits because they make fun of his skinny jeans and he hates one of his (incredibly bare-bones ocs all of them) brothers who threatened to bash his head in with a little league bat after dave broke his star wars lego set apart on accident (but not rlly) so their parents were like “why dont you stay with your brother in the big city for a lil while champ” and then they just never picked him back up? and thats on favoritism

the other one is that his name is actually david reed and hes the middle child of a family of three who literally live the standard golden retriever white middle class life only they went to disney land or something equally as dumb one year when dave was like 6 and he wandered off so bro literally just went “huh free game” because frankly he was an idiot who thought maybe i should take this kid home because its real dangerous in parking lots and then it was too late to NOT have it seem like a kidnapping and thats why daves never had a summer job, seen his birth certificate, or gone to school. but vaguely remembers what kindergarten was like and having a pet dog and calling someone mom as a kid.

im not making a bullet point about his sex life headcanons just use your imagination and acknowledge the fact bro essentially worked within the sex industry and i enjoy putting dave through trauma as a catharsis

i stopped doing this one usually but if he did go to school hes been in percussion since fifth grade and played the drums in his high schools jazz band as well as various edgy teenager garage bands he likes to pretend dont have a youtube presence and that hes absolutely never been shirtless in front of plenty of his classmates because he wore a hoodie to a show like an idiot. idk occasionally ill put him in an actual band he doesnt hate but keeps separate from his lil turntechGodhead internet persona (which i will ALSO touch upon in a sec) until they wind up getting looped into a tour with some bigger named band that has a show in *insert beta kid here*’s city and hes gotta come clean solely so he can visit his online friend. sorry derseasterous thats the one time weve ever run into each other and i made him have a crush on one of his bandmates i was in my anti-daverose phase where i made dave a hoe and also didnt want to admit i still loved the ship all these years later

i hate it so much but you know the whole vr loli trap voice shit that was popular a while ago? hes fucking baller at it for some reason. he did it as a joke while talking to bro and they both about shat their pants. if im feeling real ambitious, hes got a separate soundcloud solely dedicated to doing dumbass rap covers or making his own but in the voice under the pseudonym elizabeth “beth” davids that he will never admit is his. well, he will, but hes gonna be really fucking embarrassed about it. irony or not.

talking abt seperate soundclouds and stuff ive always had it where turntechGodhead was his like. essentially internet fucking persona facade shit he used because we all had that phase where we wanted memorable urls and stuff but also didnt want to totally ignore the nagging fear of people finding you in real life, until it turned into real life ppl finding you on the internet. so he also has basically an adjacent set of social media under the same name but its just a boring username i havent decided on so everyone he knows irl doesnt mix up with what hes made for himself as TG and the people he knows as TG dont know what highschool he goes to. (this occasionally comes with the territory of ppl on parp being pissed that daves “lying” or “hiding things” from his friends as if he was doing it out of spite instead of just keeping embarrassing tagged photos and videos from football games or when he ate shit at the skatepark from fucking with his “rap career”)

every once in a while i get on a kick where hes just german. like, i just replace houston texas with hamburg germany and have him apply to a university in whatever state is applicable for whoever im chatting with and it goes from there? sometimes he moved when he was little and went through the whole visa thing, sometimes he didnt go through the visa thing, sometimes hes a dual citizen because of family and shit, its all dependent on what suits the situation best.

one that ive been fucking with for a while but hardly break out (until recently with like 5 roses in the span of one day hell yeah) is that he has a neighbor at the end of the hall who is like a thousand year old witch lady that hes basically adopted as his mother figure in lieu of not having one and shes totally cool with it, especially bc when she kicks the bucket she fully plans on giving dave all her occult stuff so her figure-skating coach and realtor daughter doesnt sell it at a garage sale and lets it all go to waste. she also once brought rose up by name in a conversation without any prompting of her existence which dave didnt realize for days, and then one time cryptically stopped and stared at an empty space in the wall, went “she has potential, you know.” then looked at him sitting on her kitchen counter with a smile “lots of it” and hes thought about that weekly ever since. (it is important to note one of the occult items he leaves her is literally her own personal book of shadows shes been filling out for decades its like a 600 page leatherbound book dave has no idea what its used for but the sheer amount of homemade spells and etc in it is like. gonna murder rose the second this chick gets her hands on it i promise you.)

theres the standard strife shit? im not rlly gonna get into those theyre all basically cookie cutter bullshit. its just standard bro and dave abuse talk. i like to inclulde the whole 24hr live cam up in the apartment that definitely watches dave in every room besides his own and the bathroom, but that quickly delves into the prospect of middle-aged men stalking him online and basically sexually harassing him in his own god damn home by talking about how they can see him just trying to take his shoes off in the living room after getting home and frankly? its not one of my best takes! but once you throw it into the headcanon bin, its there forever.

he actually really does do something with his photography but not enough to warrant anything exciting, but he has his own branding for it and regularly takes pictures of his friends or anything else he thinks is moderately interesting enough to take pictures of, but those are just thrown into shoeboxes under his bed in favor of posting genuine shots because he wants to keep his image intact and blurry photos of jade smiling in the tree they climbed up together while bec paws at the base of it while whining isnt exactly something he wants the whole world to see.

i also pretty often but him into either paleontology OR i put him down as trying to become a mortician because he thinks handing roadkill once he graduated from museum giftshop specimens to doing his own taxidermy on the side has prepared him enough to perform an occasional autopsy and start embalming real human corpses. (sometimes i put my own desires in and make them his bc i have to project at some point and put him through the same EMT course i dropped out of bc it was one semester and he already has pretty decent first aid skills, but he definitely didnt expect it to be as fucking wild at times as it is, but whats he gonna do? get a job back at waffle house? the company hes working for just offered to pay like half his associates in paramedicine tuition and hes already got all his pre-recs done when he started for paleo. at least its a stable job and hes got the ability to be compassionate in the moment)

im running out of things that ive done to the poor kid. OH

hes not a virgin he had a girlfriend all four years of high school (shes also one of his optional and designated exes plz keep up) and their relationship ends in one of two ways: she dies in a car accident a week before their high school graduation, or she stops talking to him entirely a week after their high school graduation until a couple years later she gets into (guess what) a car accident with her current wife/girlfriend and dies which leaves behind their daughter. who just so happens to also be daves daughter. her name is hannah and i love her like my own but no one ever likes her and thats on the conditioning of dirk. does dave end up taking her in? yes. shes awesome and the first time he takes her to the park to like run off some fucking steam she disappears for two minutes and dave is moderately terrified until she comes back holding a dead baby squirrel and thats the moment he realizes huh maybe things really do be genetic.

ok at the bottom of the list im gonna add the couple of times hes been a camboy which usually coincides with the live apartment cam thing and the amount of people in his dms calling him hot or whatever, but typically its more of a started the day he turned 18 and basically dipped around 20 in favor of showing up randomly with no warning to complain about a video game dick in hand because it gives him an outlet that wont annoy his friends bc this is the fifteenth time hes had a lot to say this week about a certain boss battle and also the comments fuel his ego and daddy issues.

the last one wasnt the bottom but literally unless its explicitly proven otherwise every time anyone rps with me there is the underlying fact dave strider was a goalie on his high school lacrosse teams all four years and (shocker another one) definitely had the hots for one of his teammates like major hots like first gay experience hots. like it was painfully obvious that teammate also liked him back hots. like one night at a team sleepover one of the other guys was like can yall just makeout and get it over with were fucking tired and dave really had the balls to be offended and ask what the fuck they were talking about while literally sitting halfway in the mans lap bc for some reason they had to share the same chair.

he is also guilty until proven innocent of being the worlds biggest loner outside of that sports team and even though hes literally a jock he still opts to eat his lunch alone in the hallway or something like that and has a tendency to leave girls on read, but bc hes got an in with the rest of the jocks hes basically drug around to plenty of parties and since hes conventionally attractive enough and popular in the aloof way that he is, hes got plenty of tagged insta posts and twitter directs and snapchat streaks going.

THESE WERE ALL NO GAME AND DONT INVOLVE SHIPS BC I LIKE TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN AND THEYRE LITERALLY ALL BASED OFF RPS IVE DONE I HOPE YALL JUDGE ME ACCORDINGLY

#theres probably so many more i mean #ive been on parp for at least 5-6 years now #ive been on cherubplay probably the same amount of time #and my memory is totally shot to fuck but these are just what i know ive done in the last YEAR #or thought were wild enough to remember #i put it under a read more bc frankly its really fucking long #and i dont want this to represent me entirely #these are also heavily situational based and not like. emotion or reaction based much?#some of them are #i guess i could rename this to like. things ive done on parp #but theyre technically still headcanons a lot of them can coincide with whatever #so theyre not very specific situations #anyways #this took me an hour

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lvcifvr · 5 years

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Lol, I it was a mistake to reblog that, DO ALL THE EVENS!

you got me there orz

ALRIGHT

putting it under a readmore ‘cause this shit be long

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

yes i do, it makes me feel alive - as if electricity is running through my veins

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

coffee - black with a decent amount of sugar; tea - black with a decent amount of sugar

6: do you keep plants?

i do not but i would like to, especially succulents

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

writing mostly

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

side mostly

12: what’s your favorite planet?

pluto!

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

a mix of industrial and traditional with lots of plants, art, comfortable furniture, gaming setups, a huge kitchen, etc.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

cold pasta salad with the multi-colored noodles, black olives, etc.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

what friends lol nah but like, i don’t have friends now that i’ve had for a long time so there’s nothing to tell

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

hazel, grey, brown

22: are you a morning person?

it depends

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

yeah

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

just my regular sneakers - i need new insoles for them lmao

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

yes - i have ptsd from it lmao

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

again…

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

my gran gave me a dark brown, almost black teddy bear for christmas when i was 15. his name is mebby. i still sleep with it every night lmao.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

uhhh probably… sleeping at last?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

willful ignorance, rude customers at my job, people not using their freaking blinkers

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

i only really wear one piece of jewelry - it’s virgil’s necklace lmao and its meaning is that i am literally virgil and thomas’ portrayal of him and how he’s treated and then how things change for him and stuff just really resonated with me, so yeah.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

lol no

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

never

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

heck.. uhh…

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

i don’t really remember my childhood so idk and probably not lmao

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

temporary tattoos? i have over 250

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

uhhhhh idk lmao sanders sides memes in general i guess

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my mom

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

heartfelt laughs that can be goofy sometimes; gigglesnorting for sure

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

i’m the vodka aunt probably, idk who the wine mom is

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

yes but i don’t actively read it? so idk

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

rarely but apple juice

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

black ‘cause it’s nearly 2 am

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

those small multi-colored wildflowers that you find on the side of highways in the middle of nowhere

68: what’s winter like where you live?

it’s on and off. sometimes it is warm / doesn’t snow / doesn’t change pretty much and sometimes we have a ton of snow and it is freezing

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

i used to own one and yes

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

ye lmao

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

they are adorable and a great hugger, very openminded and accepting and supportive

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

replying to the rp but i’m finishing this first rq

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

hate

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

burnt orange bc it was my uncle’s room before he moved out and he was a nascar fan z

82: are/were you good in school?

i was the Gifted Kid TM that ended up nearly failing lmao

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

i already have two - the trans symbol on the inside of my left wrist and a fox on the inside of my right forearm. i’m not sure about getting more but probably.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

i am indifferent mostly

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

surrealism

90: talk about your one of your favorite cities.

i haven’t been anywhere so

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

in the middle???

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

sara, i legit went to her b-day party earlier lmao

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

procrastinate lmao

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

never

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

the past because i have regerts

and done finally

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enthusiasticclouds-sally · 6 years

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Archetype — The Creator Birthday — September 22nd, 1993 Zodiac Sign — Virgo MBTI — INFJ Enneagram — 2; The Helper Temperament — Phlegmatic Hogwarts House — Slytherpuff Moral Alignment — Lawful Neutral Primary Vice — Anger Primary Virtue — Humility Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — Elizabeth Finkelstein nee Addair (dead) Father — Arran Finkelstein Mother’s Occupation — Teacher Father’s Occupation — Neurosurgeon currently retired because he got into a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist below Family Finances — They got monneeeyyyyy forgot the formal word for that, but yeah they very well off Birth Order — Only child because Elizabeth died during child birth Brothers — None Sisters — None Other Close Family — Nope. Arran was very possessive with his daughter so they didn’t go around visiting family, so Sally does have aunts and uncles but she knows none of them. Best Friend — Daniel!!! lmao I laugh bc sadly he is deaad :(( but he was the ONE friend she had in her childhood and they grew so close that no one has yet to take that spot for her :(( Other Friends — Ummm Sally was really like the pariah of her hometown. No one wanted to be her friend because of her magic, so she really didn’t have much of any growing up like except Daniel. On top of that, Arran was very possessive of Sally and kept her locked up as much as possible, so that made socializing rather hard. Enemies — Her hometown, no one liked her again except Daniel. Her father, it is a very BAD relationship between the both of them and it is something that Sally has yet to be able to forgivee. Pets — Salene!!!! She’s a Dalmation Sally adopted at the plantation in Swynlake. Her full name is Salene Morticia Finkelstein!!! :DD Home Life During Childhood — Oh gawwd, yeah Sally did not have a good childhood at all!!!! Her father kept her locked up for most of it. At first it wasn’t too bad, Arran had been an exceptional single father, but as Sally grew older and started to look more and more like a mirror image of her mother.... that was when the unhealthy obsession inside of Arran began to manifest and there started the lock up because he wanted his daughter all to himself basically.Then later on in life like when she became thirteen, Arran got into a car accident that left him paralyzed leaving Sally now as his sole caretaker. Her only moments of freedom were when she had to go to school. Those became ruined, however, when her visions started appearing, and she became the pariah of the town so yeah.... It was a very isolating and rough childhood for Sally :(( Town or City Name(s) — Larkhall, Scotland. Glasgow Scotland What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Very decorative!!!! Sally went all out since ya know she was pretty locked up so, this was an escape for her, especially for all her restless energy. Very Halloweenish and Autumnish because those are her things. Dark colors, a lot of black. Any Sports or Clubs — Not really. Sally was never much of a very sports person, doesn’t even watch much of any. Plus, she a klutz so yeah, it never mixes well. Favorite Toy or Game — Ouija board lmao tbh she only played it to piss her father off because HE DOES NOT like that stuff xD He’s convinced her visions came about because of it. Schooling — Sally has gone through Primary and Seconday in Larkhall and then commuted to Glascow for Uni majoring in Design (due to her LOVE of sewing). Was very heavy with online classes because of her father’s behest. However, she was never able to finish Uni because Daniel died in the middle of it, then she found out about her father’s incestuous obsession with her and so... she ran away to Swynlake. Favorite Subject — Art Popular or Loner — Loner for sure. Popularity was never in the cards for Sally Important Experiences or Events — Daniel’s death was an important event because she had foreseen it happen and wasn’t able to stop it. At the same time, it took a huge part away from her. He was the ONLY friend she had, her best most dearest friend, so it was a lot. A painful experience (aside from seeing Daniel’s tragic death) was the exorcism. Her father took her to church once and they actually performed an exorcism on the poor girl due to her visions. :( Nationality — Scottish Culture — Scottish Religion and beliefs — Raised Catholic and her father were very devoted to the Catholic religion. Sally attended mass every Sunday when she was younger because of her dad, but had stopped all together when she got older. The church was very judgmental of her, believed she was possessed by demons because of her magic (especially since she often saw death).

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Karen Gillian Complexion — Fair skin with freckles on her nose and cheeks!! Hair Colour — Ginger!!! But a little more on the reddish side. Eye Colour — A hazelish to very light brown mix. It’s very pretty!!! Height — 5’10″ she has to be my tallest girl <3 Build — Tall pretty average to slim build. Tattoos — Nope, but she’ll definitely get one if someone suggested it haha Piercings — Yes, just the standard two ear piercings. Common Hairstyle — Sally mostly wears her hair down. For so many things my baby can do, hair isn’t exactly her strongest. Clothing Style — More on the punk-ish side when it came to Sally’s style. Lover of dark colors. Nothing crazy, your typical jeans and t-shirt type of gal. Boots and sneakers are what she prefers. Use to wear like skirts and dresses but not so often anymore, not since the scarring on her legs, so when she does wears them she normally wears tights that covers. She does loves sweat-shirts and hoodies. Mannerisms — Sally often wrings her fingers togethers, hides her hands within pockets and tugs at the fabric, doesn’t maintain the best eye-contact, rakes her hands through her hair when nervous, stutters when speaking with pauses as well,

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Nope. Sally is very good at keeping up with her health. Physical Ailments — Sally does have scars on both of her legs. They look like patch work but are burned scars from one of the crazy events that has happened in Swynlake. She has electrical burns. Neurological Conditions — Headaches and migraines that are often cause from emotional overload she receives being an empath. Sometimes her vision leave her with a terrible migraine as well. Allergies — None Grooming Habits — Good. She has clean hygiene habits. Makes sure she looks well kept. Sleeping Habits — Sally doesn’t have the best sleeping habit at all. Ghosts don’t really stop talking just because it’s night time. The voices often keep her up and steal away her ability to remain asleep. Sometimes as well, she’ll get a vision in her sleep and welp there goes sleeping for the night. Eating Habits — Healthy. Sally is organic with her food choice and often grows as much as she can from her garden, but she’s not strict with this. She’ll break it whenever she wants. If she wants sweets, she’ll get her sweets. Exercise Habits — Sally does yoga has been doing it for years now and is very, very, very good at it!!! But, aside from that she doesn’t really exercise, except for like when she takes Salene for a walk. Emotional Stability — Umm.... when it comes to her own personal emotions I guess she’s somewhat stable? But she often carries the emotions of others over her shoulder, being an empath and all, and that at times can make things unstable. Body Temperature — Sally tends to lean more on the colder side. She has a cold touch to her, and her skin feels more on the frigid lines of things. It comes with the fact that she has been in death’s clutches far too many times, and now also with the fact that she can talk/see the dead. Sociability — Sally is super, super, SUPER shy!!!!! It’s a struggle for her to talk to new people and she often stutters because of it. She does, however, open up completely with people she has grown to know because she feels more comfortable with them. Addictions — None. Drug Use — Nope. Alcohol Use — Not really.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — Klutzy, restless, impatient, sassy, can hold a grudge, shy, soft-spoken, blunt (but never means for it in a bad way or to cause harm), uncontrollably curious, awkward, socially unaware Good Habits — Kind, creative, gentle, clever, honest, resourceful, loyal, sweet, loving, down-to-earth, humble, optimistic, understanding Best Characteristic — Loving and kind Worst Characteristic — The fact that she has the ability to hold a grudge Worst Memory — The exorcism she was forced into, and Daniel’s death. There is also the vision that brought to light her father’s obsession. Yeah.... Sally has a lot of bad memories. Best Memory — There was a Christmas where Sally’s dad had to stay in the hospital for his job. Daniel came over for that Christmas and they spent the night decorating a Christmas tree, Halloween style!!!!!! It’s the prime reason for why Sally decorates her Christmas trees in that fashion now in the present. Proud of — How she has been able to semi-control her visions, or at least control them in the best way they can be controlled. Also, that she has been able to control her empathic abilities as well. These were both very over-powering abilities and she has been able to live through them both and control them over time!!!! Embarrassed by — All her klutzy, clumsy moments. The fact that she stutters and pauses in her speech because of her shyness. Her scars over her legs. Driving Style — Sally has learned how to drive and drives pretty decently, but she really doesn’t drive much presently. Strong Points — Her kindness and positive outlook when things look rough Temperament — Phlegmatic Attitude — Determined, restless Weakness — Shyness Fears — The lost of her loved ones and not being able to do anything about it. Already has happened with Daniel. Phobias — Isolation. She has lived a life of isolation through both her father and because of her magic, she doesn’t want to live through isolation again. Secrets — Her father’s obsession with her, and the fact that she stole a good chunk of her father’s fortune when she ran away lmao Regrets — Not being able to prevent Daniel’s death, especially when she saw it happened ahead of time. Not being able to prevent a lot of foreseen deaths. Not allowing Daniel to love her. Feels Vulnerable When — She comes back from a vision. Right after a vision happens, it takes a moment for Sally to get her gatherings together so she is at her most vulnerable physically then. When she’s isolated she also feels very vulnerable. Pet Peeves — Doesn’t really have many. Conflicts — Her magic has caused a lot of conflicts for Sally. There is also the conflict of death when it comes to her visions whether she should try to do her best to prevent them, or simply allow them to be. Motivation — Belongingness. It’s really sad but like Sally has been isolated for a grand portion of her life she just wants to feel like she can belong somewhere :(( Short Term Goals and Hopes — Do something professionally with her exceptional and awesome sewing skills!!!!! (I’m going to start working on this for herrr) Sleep better. She definitely needs more sleep in her life. Long Term Goals and Hopes — To be able to have full control of all of her magical abilities. Sexuality — Bi-sexual, Demiromantic Exercise Routine — Yoga in the morning, sometimes at night too Day or Night Person — Night owl Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist

Likes and Styles:

Music — Rock, punk rock, indie, soft rock that whole general area of music is Sally’s favorite. She’s a huge fan of Evanescence. Books — Edgar Allen Poe is her favorite author. She does enjoy some of Emily Dickinson’s work as well. Her favorite story is Ligiea by Edgar Allen Poe. Magazines — Nope. Foods — Sally isn’t really picky, she’ll eat just about anything. She prefers organically made and loves to cook off of her grown garden. Drinks — Hot chocolate and any drink with added pumpkin spice!!!!! Animals — Dogs, solely because of her precious Salene. Sports — Not really that into sports tbh if you’d ask her about any game she wouldn’t know what to tell you unless like she had a vision and knew the winning team ahead of time but other than that nope Social Issues — Magic v. Anti-Magic since she’s a magick herself. Favorite Saying — “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back” Color — Blackkk she does love orange as well!!!! Jewelry — None. She’s not a huge jewelry person, does puts on studs for her ears from time to time Games — Meh... Websites — Not a website person. Sally doesn’t have any form of social media not even an instagram. She doesn’t want her father knowing where she ran off to. TV Shows — Sally does love the Adam’s Family!!! Both the original tv show and the movies!!! They’re her favorite :DD Movies — Scary/Horror movies. The Chucky series are her favorite. Greatest Want — To be in full control of her magic. Greatest Need — I’m not sure to be honest... I’ll have to come back to this one hahaha

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Sally lives in a two bedroom house in the Southern Isles. She could definitely afford something a lot nicer, but she’s happy where she’s at. She’s not the show off-y type of gal. Household furnishings — Her house is fully furnished with all the furniture one would expect in a house. Dark furniture of course blacks and dark cherry wood stuff like that. Decorative because Sally loves to decorateeee. Neighborhood — Southern Isle Neighborhood on the South end of Swynlake Town or City Name — Larkhall, Scotland in her childhood. Presently, Swynlake, England Details of Town or City — For Larkhall whatever wikipedia saysss and Swynlake you all know how Swynlake issss Married Before — Nope. Significant Other Before — Also, nope. Would have loved a chance with Daniel though :(( Children — Nope. Relationship with Family — Estranged Car — Nope. Could afford one though, but just doesn’t want one Career — No career at the moment (I gotta stop being lazy) Dream Career — Dressmaker, Sewist, Seamstress (She could lean towards being a Designer but she what she loves the most is the sewing aspect of it all) Dream Life — One where Daniel is alive and all the horrors of her past hadn’t happened. A life where her mother didn’t die giving birth to her and she was a part of a happy family. She would love a family even if it isn’t one with kids but like her and a loved one.... but she just... doesn’t believe that’s out there for her. Love Life — None, but wanted one with Daniel Talents or Skills — Sewing (she’s very very VERY FREAKING GOOD AT IT), baking, cooking, decorating, designing, gardening Intelligence Level — Very intelligent, but she’s so quiet and soft-spoken that it’s often times not noticed Finances — She got monnnneeeyyyy stolen money, but moneeyyyy nonetheless xDD

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — Hasn’t gone around to having a career yetttt Past Lovers — None :((( Biggest Mistakes — Not being able to prevent Daniel’s deaathhhh Biggest Achievements — Gaining the control that she does have presently over her magic.

#knowing sally #this is what I did all day todaaayyy #but it was HIGH TIMMEEE #Sally has no character sheet done about her XDD #I'm a bad mom #she's my darling OG #and I haven't done any of these on herrr

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spoonfulofsexy · 7 years

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Party Like A Stark

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (1/6)

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Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter. What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?! All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man. You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him. Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: none! just lots of fluff and hugs

Masterlist

AN: So this will be my mini Peter fic that will lead up to smut!! I wanted to just do a Peter smut but i had this brilliant idea that needed more than one post!! I would like to point out that both Peter and reader are 18+, so it’s not weird. Also, Pietro is alive and healthy bc I refuse to accept that this precious muffin is dead. Also Clint and Nat are together bc I refuse to believe they weren’t made for each other. So hope you enjoy the first part of my mini fic!!

It’s crazy to think how 19 years today you were brought into this world, but also lost a key person in your life. Your mother died during childbirth, so Tony Stark took it upon himself to be your guardian. He was the father after all. Him and your mother may not have been married but they were very close friends and Tony just couldn’t leave you. Your mother was planning on being a single parent, because she didn’t think Tony was ready for kids. But when plans change so did Tony, for the sake of your loved mother and his own flesh and blood.

Tony raised you to the best of his abilities with the help of Happy and Pepper. You were homeschooled with the best teachers all over the country. You became to be a brilliant minded child with so much future ahead of her. You were excelling in your academics and took on piano lessons, while learning 2 other languages.

Tony has finally done something right. You were his pride and joy, he did everything he could to make your life enjoyable and fun. I mean he was Tony Stark, what Stark doesn’t have fun right?

Well that leads to today, Tony was planning a huge party for your birthday. It would mostly consist of just Avengers and Shield agents that you had become close with. The Avengers had become your family, you practically grew up in the same tower as them. Since you were homeschooled, you didn’t have any friends outside of those four walls. But you didn’t mind, because you had superhero friends who loved you for who you were and not because of your last name.

Since the Avengers HQ was relocated outside of the city, you never really had anywhere you could just go out and grab some food or go shopping. You really missed that, but you knew it was safer out in the middle of nowhere. No more paparazzi every time you stepped out of those doors, or the sound of traffic rage. Yeah, it was a lot more peaceful out here, but you would move back to the city in a heartbeat.

You know what else is great about the city? Spider-man. Your dad has been mentoring Spider-man for a few months now, but your dad hasn’t let you guys meet yet. All you knew was that he was 19 and a super sweet guy. Your dad would brag about him all the time at meals, or while in the lab with you. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but you may have a tiny crush on him. I mean yeah, you haven’t met the kid but who wouldn’t fall for a guy with that kind of body in those tight spandex?

You could just imagine how muscular his body was behind that suit, and the way his hands felt running against your skin. You wondered what his lips felt like against your-

“GOOD MORNING, PUMPKIN!”, you were snatched out of your dream by your father’s loud voice.

Your heart was already racing from your dream, now your dad almost gave you a heart attack. “AH”, you let out a little yell as you instantly sat up in bed.

Tony sat down next to you on the bed and brought you into a bone crushing hug. “Happy birthday, my little snuggle monster.” He squeezed you tighter with every word.

“Daaaaad”, you wheezed out.

“Oh sorry”, he let go and put his hands on his arms to look at you. “Look how beautiful you’ve become”, he wiped an imaginary tear. “You’re almost as good looking as your father”, he laughed at his own joke.

“Dad, come on. You know I don’t have my full potential when I have bed head”, you joked back.

He ruffled your already messy hair, “Ah but you’re just as brilliant as him.”

You snorted at his not so modest compliment. “Thanks, dad”, you gave him a little snuggle. “Why’d you wake me up so early though?”, you looked at the clock that read 9:00 AM.

“Early?!”, he laughed. “Honey, it’s 9:00, it’s not that early.”

You shrugged and laid back down, “A girl needs her sleep.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “What about a girl that gets the day to go back to the city?”

That definitely sparked your interest, “Uh would that girl happen to be me?”

“Maybe”, Tony rubbed his chin as if he was in deep thought.

You threw the covers off of you and got out of bed, “Well in that case, who needs sleep?!”

Your dad couldn’t help but laugh at your change of attitude. He followed you out of your room and into the dining room.

“So what’s fo- GAH”, You were surprised tackled to the ground by a very specific speedster.

“It is your birthday!!”, Pietro gave you a loving hug.

“Yes, we must give you your birthday hugs!”, Wanda joined the two of you.

“Aw, you guys thank you”, you embraced the two twins. Tony couldn’t help but smile at the friendship the three of you had. Since you guys were all the same age, you bonded very well. You would even say they were your best friends.

“Alright, guys let’s let the birthday girl get some food in that bellay”, Tony guided the hug monster you three created into the dining room.

The three of you sat at the table while your dad got some food ready with Pepper.

“So you are now part of the 19 crew”, Wanda smiled with joy.

“Man, now I’m just as cool as you guys right?”, you winked as you took a sip of your orange juice.

“Nah, we are still the cooler ones”, Pietro waved you off.

Plates of food were set on the table, and Pepper came in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, dear.”

You pulled her into a hug, “Thanks Pepp.” Your eyes grew at all the food in front of you, “Wow did you guys make all this food by yourselves?”

“We may have had a little help”, Tony gestured to the doorway that led to the kitchen. Suddenly walked out Clint and Nat. You instantly ran out of your chair and embraced them. You haven’t seen them in ages, because of the little civil war that happened between the group. Friendships were being mended but you didn’t expect to see them.

“You guys!!”, you squealed. “I can’t believe you guys came!!”

“Well we are like your favorite Aunt and Uncle, right?”, Clint joked as he hugged you tighter.

“I’m lovin the look you’re going for today”, Nat picked up a piece of your tangled hair.

“I know, it’s a Stark look”, you let go of them and spun around showing off one of your dad’s old, baggy rock and roll t-shirts.

“Alright, kiddo, you better eat so you can leave sooner”, your dad called you over.

“Right, right”, you came back and sat at the table.

You ate an incredible amount of food then sprinted off to your room with Wanda and Nat to get ready. You decided to wear some loose high waisted short with the ankles rolled a bit, and a white cropped tank top that showed off your midriff. For shoes, you wore your comfy opened toed high heeled ankle boots. Let’s not forget about accessories, you wore some simple silver bracelets and rings, and your classic Raybans sunglasses. Then Nat loosely curled your hair while you did a simple make-up look.

With the help, you were ready in an hour! The city crew consisted of Happy, Nat, Pepper, Pietro, Wanda, and you, of course. You were so excited that you were practically bouncing in your seat. Pietro, Wanda, and you jammed out to songs the entire ride down. It was great because those two could make car rides a freaking party.

“Guys, GUYS WE’RE HERE”, you were smacking Pietro in the arm with excitement.

“Ow”, he winced.

Then a hint of sadness washed over you when you saw the old tower. “Aw, hi old home.” You pressed your face and palm against the car window, trying to get as close as you could to the building.

“So (Y/N), wanna get some coffee or something at that cafe you like, then shop?”, Pepper turned around in her seat to ask you.

“Yes, that sounds like a solid plan, Pepps”, you smiled and gave a thumbs up.

She laughed and nudged at Happy, “Isn’t she so much like her father?”

You pretended not to hear that as you gazed out the window. Not too long after Happy parked the car and the six of you walked a block down to this cute cafe to order some drinks.

“Here what do you guys want, I’ll pay”, Pepper guided you guys into a straight line.

“No-”, you tried to object but she insisted.

“Look, I’ve got Tony’s card. He won’t mind if I pay for our drinks”, she winked.

As you waited to the side for your drink, you noticed the guy’s shirt next to you. It was a science pun shirt and you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle reading it. Suddenly, he turned and looked at you, making blush creep up your cheeks.

“Oh geez, uh sorry, I was just uh reading your shirt”, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and sheepishly looked at the ground.

“Oh”, the guy looked down to remember what shirt he had on.

“I like it”, you gave him a friendly smile.

He scratched the back of his head nervously, “Re-really? People usually think it’s lame.”

“No way, it’s cool”, you said shocked. “Are you a big science guy?”, you asked curiously.

“Yeah I love science. I went to a high school that solely focused on the field of science”, he fiddled with his hands.

“Oh that’s so awesome!”, you said with enthusiasm. Gosh this guy was cute, and smart?! What a jackpot! Without even thinking you asked, “So what’s your name?”

“PETER!”, another guy called from behind him. “Oh my gosh, are you (Y/N) Stark?”

You quickly put a hand over the stranger’s mouth, “Not so loud”, you whispered.

“Oh so sorry”, he whispered. “Could I take a picture with you?”,he asked.

“Uh, yeah”, you laughed.

He stood next to you and said, “I’m Ned, that’s my friend Peter.”

“Oh nice to meet you”, you laughed. The two of you posed with finger guns for the picture.

When Ned looked down at the photo a smile grew on his face, “This is awesome thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome”, then you motioned to Peter, “Do you want a picture?”

“No, no I’m good”, he declined.

“Hm, okay!”

Happy came up behind you with your drink. “Here you go, kid”, he said. But when he looked at Peter he almost spit his coffee, “Peter?!”

“Happy!”, Peter said nervously.

“You two know each other?”, you asked suspiciously.

“Uh he-”, Happy tried to think of an excuse. “He is my…... nephew”, Happy finally blurted out.

“Yeaaah, great old Uncle Happy”, Peter laughed nervously. Happy frowned at Peter for saying old.

“Uh alright”, you laughed awkwardly.

“Come on Happs, we got all the drinks”, Pepper said looking at her phone.

“Bye, Peter and Ned! It was nice meeting you two!”, you gave them a wave.

“Dude did (Y/N) Stark, compliment your lame shirt?”, Ned laughed.

“She said it was cool”, Peter frowned. Then his phone vibrated to see he got a text from Happy.

Happy- “What are you doing here?!”

Peter- “I’m just out with some friends!!”

Happy- “Does she know you’re Spider-man?”

Peter- “No, she just said she liked my shirt.”

Happy- “Really?”

Peter- “Yes! I swear!”

Happy- “Okay, you’re going to the party tonight, right?

Peter- “Party?”

Happy- “Seriously?”

Mr. Stark has been added to the group chat.

Happy- “I thought you told the kid about the party”

Mr.Stark- “I did”

Peter- “Sorry, Mr.Stark but you never did.”

Mr.Stark- “Oh my bad, I never hit send.”

Peter- “So about this party, I don’t think I can go.”

Happy- “You don’t even know any details yet.”

Mr.Stark- “Yeah, you don’t really have an option kid.”

Happy- “Do you really think we would believe you have better things to do than go to a Stark party?

Peter- “Well….”

Mr.Stark- “Look it’s my little angels birthday party today, and I promised she would get to meet who Spider-Man was. So you have to go, unless you want that suit taken away.”

Peter- “Oh, well in that case, when’s the party?”

Mr.Stark- “It starts at 7, we will pick you up at 6. Dress nice, and bring a sleepover bag.”

Peter- “Oh okay, thank you for the invite Mr.Stark.”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, was he really going to be at a party with a bunch of superheroes, AS PETER PARKER?

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eeveedel · 7 years

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... what about the continuation of last alex/french louis ? like maybe the meet again at the end :( oh and btw i saw that there would be an fic exchange for alex louis?? i saw the user and it said coming soon

General note: I’m waiting for the alex/louis exchange deadlines to be posted before I jump in but tbh I’ll probably sign up no matter what bc self control? idk her

Anyways, this is a part two of my french solider louis/alex drabble. Part one is here. Disclaimers for nsfw content, dom/sub undertones, an under-negotiated humiliation kink under the cut. Also, there are quick, minor mentions of alex with a random lady and Louis with some random dudes, in case that may bother some people. I apologize for any errors and I hope you enjoyyyyy

Alex had been to London only twice outside of his missions in the army.

The first, he had been ten years old, and his father had taken him down for the day to buy a Christmas gift for his mother. It had been freezing cold, and his scarf had been falling off the whole time, but the shops were beautiful from what he remembered, and everything smelled like pinecones and cinnamon and his father had bought him a hot chocolate to drink on the train.

The second time, it’s hot. Boiling hot, with a pale blue sky and a white, blistering sun above him. He took the train on a whim and booked a rented room for a few days on even more of a whim. He had to leave his hometown, get away from the questions and the stares of the people that somehow were still expecting to see him walking around in uniform.

He doesn’t know what to do in the city, really. Shopping seem too shallow. Going to a park seems sad to do by himself, but then again, so is running away from home on an adventure he can’t really afford.

But as he’s wandering around aimlessly, Alex finds his answer standing in front of a shop corner, licking an ice cream cone.

He’s dressed in a pair of dark blue shorts and a pure white shirt that’s unbuttoned at the collar to reveal tan, sunburnt skin underneath. His hair is a bit longer in places, more wild, but Alex recognized the shift of his hips as he stood, the slope of his profile even from far away.

Alex swallowed and came closer.

He stopped just a foot away, his shadow barely even casting over Louis’s feet because of how high the sun was.

Louis. It’s Louis. Louis, who he knew for four days in a desperate, frightening attempt to escape the war around him, and who had been haunting him ever since. He’s right there, with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and ice cream dripping down the cone onto his hand.

Alex licked his dry lips, searching for something to say, but Louis turned to him, his eyes calm and a small smile crossing his mouth when he saw him, like he not only knew he was right there, but he was expecting him.

“Salut,” he smiled, and his lips were dotted with white cream, making Alex’s head spin.

Goddamn it, this was a bad start.

Also Alex never got around to learning what Salut meant, but he assumed it was a non-Bonjour greeting.

Still, he didn’t bother saying hello.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, and Louis blinked and closed his lips over the tip of the melting cone.

“I am eating,” he said flatly, and Alex snorted.

“In London, what are you doing in London,”

Louis tilted his head, licking his lips.

“I live here,” he said, and Alex frowned.

“You’re French,” he said, and Louis laughed.

“Oh, really,” he smiled, and then rotated the cone in his hand, lapping at it again before speaking.

“My aunt and my uncle, they no longer live in France,” he said, “I spent most of my summers with them and I have chosen to live with them now,”

“Oh,” Alex said, and then lifted a hand, scratching the back of his head, “Explains your English, then,”

“What about you?” Louis said, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m visiting,” he said, “I’m from a small town, I had to get out,”

“Where are you staying?” he asked, and Alex swallowed.

“Got a room,”

Louis smiled, his eyes flickering, “Is it far? I’d like to see it,”

He stuck his tongue out to lap at the cone again, and Alex could see the ghost of a smirk on his lips, the sparkle in his eyes.

He swallowed thickly and shoved his hands into his pocket trousers.

“It’s not that bad of a walk,”

As soon as they were inside Alex’s rented room, Alex pressed Louis’s body to the door and held his face in his hands.

“Thought I’d never get to see you again,” he gasped. Louis smiled and lifted his hand to grip Alex’s cheek in one hand.

“How unfortunate for me,” he said, and Alex snorted.

“You’re still such a fucking brat,”

“And you still talk too much,” Louis countered.

Alex shook his head and leaned forward, kissing the side of Louis’s neck, the skin salty with sweat and warmed from the sun. Louis groaned and lifted a hand, carding his fingers through Alex’s hair that gone unruly in the humidity.

“God, thought about you so much,” Alex murmured against Louis’s shoulder, kissing the skin that was now exposed since his shirt has come a bit loose off his shoulder, “You ruined me, you know that? Had a bird try to come to mine the first night I got back and I had to turn her down because she wasn’t you, fuck,”

Louis groaned again and pushed up, against Alex’s mouth, and then pressed a hand between them, curling his fingers into Alex’s shirt.

“I have thought of you, too,” he breathed out. Alex paused, his lips frozen on Louis’s skin, and he slowly lifted his head and blinked at the other man.

“You did?”

Louis just blinked at him and then shook his head.

“Mostly I thought about your cock,”

Alex snorted and pushed his body closer to Louis, making the other man press flush against the door, exhaling softly. The breath tickled Alex’s nose, the very sound of it ran loud as all in hell in his ears.

“You thought about kissing me?” Alex asked, “Because I sure have,”

Louis just gazed and at him, and Alex exhaled, his breath shuddering.

“Come on,” he murmured, “Got your damn lips right in front of me, but I’m not gonna kiss you until you tell me I can,”

Louis’s brows creased, his pretty, pretty lips turning down at the corners.

“I did not ask you before I kissed you at the house,”

“Yeah, I know, baby, I know. But you gotta tell me now. You just…you have to,”

Louis blinked at him again, and then finally, his lips lifted at the corners, and he brought a hand up, gripping Alex by the chin.

“Such a silly boy you are,” he said, “You can kiss me, cheri,”

Alex sighed again, his breath shaking, and then he finally leaned forward, pressing his mouth firmly to Louis’s. His lips were sticky and sugary sweet and Alex would want to kiss him forever anyways, but now he could eat him alive.

He didn’t dare pull away until Louis’s small but strong hands were gripping his shoulders, tugging at him, and he pulled back, still feeling the sticky, sugary residue on his mouth as Louis gazed at him, his mouth hanging open a bit.

“You found me again,” Alex said before Louis could say anything, “One of the biggest cities in the world, and I found you on the exact street I needed licking a damn ice cream cone,”

Louis smirked a bit and shook his head.

“Maybe I tracked you down,” Louis said, “Maybe I just wanted a pretty boy who would shut up and fuck me,”

Alex’s cheeks heated at that, and clearly, they colored, too, because Louis smirked even more and reached up to grip his chin again, pulled him close.

“You can be a good boy, yes?” he blinked, “Do what I say?”

“Please,” Alex said. He didn’t exactly want his voice to shake so much, but it came out ragged and rushed and desperate, “I think too damn much these days. Need – “

He couldn’t say the next words, so he closed his mouth, swallowed the words back. Louis kept staring at him, and he finally shifted his hand to cup Alex’s cheek.

“The private needs orders,” he murmured, “I understand,”

He dropped his hand and then nodded to the rest of the room.

“Your bed, cheri, I’d like a bed this time,”

“Right,” Alex nodded immediately, “Yes, of course,”

He pulled away, and Louis’s hand fell away from his cheek. He went to grab Louis’s hand and he didn’t protest, just smiled up at him almost serenely, like he would do whatever Alex wanted to lead him to.

But as soon as Alex pulled him to the bed, Louis pushed him down, gripping his shoulders tightly, and then pulled up, until just his fingertips were ghosting Alex’s shoulders.

“Watch,” Louis breathed out, and then was backing up to stand fully in front of the bed. His fingers first went to his belt, undoing it and letting the material at his waist loosen. He undid his shorts and let them drop to the floor, and then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing pink and tan skin and trails of hair along his chest and his soft belly. He left the shirt open and his pants on as he bent down to kick away his shoes and shorts.

Alex kept watching, because Louis’s eyes were on him the whole time, his sugar-ridden lips grinning. But when he finally got down to his shirt and pants he turned around, his back to the bed, but still glanced over his shoulder as he pulled his shirt off, revealing lithe, tight shoulders and a delicate back.

Alex lifted a hand up, bit his thumb tightly.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he murmured, and Louis just grinned again and then finally moved his hands to his hips, pushing at his pants.

“You asked me at the house if I was naked on purpose,” Louis said, “To tempt you,”

“Yeah,” Alex laughed weakly, “I remember,”

“Well,” Louis said, and then finally pulled his pants completely off, his arse pale and round and exactly like Alex remembered it, “I was,”

“Good fucking Christ,” Alex gritted out, “You’re trying to kill me,”

Louis smiled and then turned, giving Alex a good view of his slender waist and his flared hips and his cock; Alex could finally see his cock, half-hard and pink and gorgeous. He wandered back over to the bed, and then gripped Alex by the front of his shirt, pulling him up until Alex was tilting his head and allowing Louis to press his mouth to his in another kiss.

“I do not need you undressed,” Louis murmured against Alex’s mouth, “But I have not seen you nude yet, and I’d like to,”

“Alright,” Alex said, and he tried to lift his hands to undo his shirt but Louis smacked his hands away and went for the buttons himself. He undid Alex’s shirt, pushing it away from his torso, and then went for his trousers, undoing the button and then roughly shoving both his trousers and pants down to his thighs, letting his hardening cock pop out and rest against his stomach.

Louis didn’t move to pull away his clothes completely, so Alex shifted his hips and tried to catch his eyes.

“Well?” Alex said, “Like what you see?”

“You are alright,” Louis said flatly, and then pulled away, “Get the rest of your clothes off while I get the Vaseline, there is probably some in the bathroom,”

Alex nodded and Louis walked away, back towards the attached washroom. Alex quickly yanked his shirt away, then pulled off his shoes and socks and then pulled his pants and trousers down, leaving them randomly scattered about the room.

Louis finally came back with a tin of Vaseline, and he smiled before climbing onto the bed, bracketing Alex’s hips with his thighs. He dipped his fingertips into the tin and then reached forward and gripped Alex’s length, rubbing the jelly over it. Alex groaned at the touch and allowed his head to fall back onto the mattress, and he heard Louis chuckle over him.

“I’d like to suck your cock someday,” Louis said. Alex’s eyes flew open and he saw Louis’s wrist twist, working a groan out of Alex’s throat.

“Who was the last person to suck your cock, cheri? Some bird in a pub?”

“Ah,” Alex groaned as Louis’s hand twisted on his length again, slicking it up more, “Maybe,”

“Maybe,” Louis parroted, “And I bet you closed your pretty eyes and imagined it was me and you spilled right into her mouth, that right? Did not realize I was not there until you had to wipe lipstick off your prick?”

Alex didn’t know why his cock twitched at that, right in Louis’s hand, but it did. Louis lifted his gaze, his eyes firm.

“You like this,” Louis said.

“I like you touching me, Christ, yeah,”

“No, you like when I insult you,” Louis said.

Alex gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back.

He was rock hard and his prick was covered in jelly, did it fucking matter how he got that way?

Yeah, it did, especially when he’d been pulling himself off for months to the thought of Louis’s sharp tongue and sweet mouth.

He opened his eyes when he felt Louis’s hand pull away from his length, and he watched as Louis dipped his fingers back into the tin and then reached behind himself. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, the muscles in his arm twitching as he probably found his hole, toyed with it and slicked it up.

Alex reached out to try to help him but Louis’s eyes flew up and he smacked him away with his free hand.

“Just want to touch you, fucking Christ,” Alex groaned, and then shook his head as he kept his gaze on Louis’s firm eyes.

“You fucking ruined me, you know that?” he said, “I’ve always liked girls. Could’ve found a nice, sweet one but I found you instead,”

Louis’s face shifted, and Alex opened his mouth, his lip shaking a bit.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, “I really didn’t, I – “

But he couldn’t even say anything because Louis was tossing the tin of jelly away, probably making a mess all over the floor, and then he leaned forward, pressing his sticky fingers to Alex’s chest. He lifted his hips, and he rolled them forward, the curve of his bum brushing Alex’s cock.

“Do not speak,” Louis snapped, “Do not speak unless you are saying my name,”

Alex’s mouth snapped shut, and Louis nodded, and then he was lifted himself up again, reaching down to grip Alex’s length at the base and get it upright.

And then he was driving himself straight down on his cock, and they both weakly yelped at the same moment. Alex watched Louis carefully, saw the way his open mouth quivered and his eyelashes fluttered. His voice was soft, so soft as he mumbled to himself, and Alex had to strain to hear, only catching a few snippets of French he couldn’t understand.

Then Louis opened his eyes and dropped his hands back to Alex’s chest, gripped onto his skin as he shifted his hips, bouncing against him. His bum slapped rather loudly against Alex’s thighs and Alex’s eyes widened, afraid someone might hear, but then Louis was bringing his hand forward, pressing to Alex’s throat and tipping his head back, and he couldn’t find the energy to care.

“Alex,” Louis said, and his voice was strained and panting and his skin was still fucking slapping but Alex was going to cling to every word he offered, “Listen to me, cheri,”

Alex nodded as best he could with Louis’s hand around his neck, and Louis smiled, still bouncing all the while.

“I have lost track of the pricks I have let near me,” Louis said, “Men are so desperate, so afraid of themselves. Especially now. Especially in this war,”

“Louis,” Alex said sharply. He didn’t want to hear about the other men that had touched Louis, had fucked him open. But Louis wanted to hear his own name, so Alex wasn’t about to say ‘stop.’

“They are so afraid they will fuck me and forget me. But that is alright because I forget them,”

Louis twisted his hips and Alex groaned, closed his eyes. His hands twitched usually and he reached up to touch Louis’s chest, his hips, but Louis caught his hands and pinned his wrists down. Alex opened his eyes again and saw Louis looking right at him, his pupils blown and his lashes wet.

“But you…” Louis said, “I can not forget you,”

Alex opened his mouth, his lips quivering, but Louis shook his head, leaned forward. He leaned forward until their chests were pressed to each other, until Alex could feel Louis’s heartbeat against his own.

“If I have ruined you,” Louis said, “Then you have waged your own war upon me,”

“Louis,” Alex groaned again, and struggled weakly against Louis’s hands. This time, he let him go, and Alex reached up and gripped Louis’s face in his hands. He didn’t even pull him down for a kiss, just gazed at him, out of words.

“You have found me again,” Louis said softly. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Alex’s temple, then hovered by his ear, “Mon ange,”

Alex didn’t know what it meant, but Louis said it so delicately, and he groaned and bucked his hips up into Louis, making the other man whine. He pushed back in response, and for a moment, Alex floated back to the surface, realizing he was covered in Vaseline and he was having his first real fuck in months with a man he had been dreaming about since the moment he left for the beach at Dunkirk.

“Louis,” he breathed again, “You – “

“No,” Louis cut in, “Only my name. Please. Only say my name, so I can remember how it sounds on your tongue if you leave me again,”

“Never,” Alex said, “I’ll find a way to see you again, I – “

“Shut up,” Louis gasped, and then rolled back hard onto Alex’s length, “Please, shut up,”

His voice cracked a bit, and immediately, Alex grabbed the other man’s face and pulled him down, until he was cradling Louis’s head against his own chest, combing his fingertips through his hair. Louis kept pushing down on his cock, and Alex lifted his hips to meet him, making Louis whimper into his skin.

They carried on like that, Louis flushed to his chest, their hips moving in sync with each other, and then Alex cursed weakly and his body shuddered as he felt himself release. Louis groaned and bucked himself on Alex’s softening length, and then he was spilling all over Alex’s belly and Alex didn’t even care, God, could never care when Louis was whimpering against his chest like this.

It was several minutes before Louis peeled his body away and dropped off onto the unoccupied side of the mattress, leaving Alex sticky and spent. He heard Louis breathing heavily beside him, trying to catch his breath the best he could, and then finally, Alex spoke, addressing the ceiling as he did.

“What – what did you call me? The French thing?”

Louis snorted.

“What? Cheri?”

“No, the other thing,”

“Oh,” Louis said, “Mon ange. It means my angel,”

Alex’s throat felt tight and he shook his head.

“I’m not exactly an angel,”

“Mm,” Louis replied, “Maybe you just look like one,”

“No, I’m being serious,” Alex said, “I’m not – I’m not good, Louis. Like, I – “

He swallowed, and suddenly his ears were filled with the sound of a tide that couldn’t come in fast enough, and he could nearly feel the weight of an unfamiliar rifle in his hands.

“The last time I talked to someone from your country, it wasn’t great,” he said. But Louis only snorted again.

“And you were not the last Englishman I spoke to,” he said, “But they were all more pleasant than you,”

Alex swallowed. He wanted to tell Louis about the things he had done, tell him about the blood on his hands. There had to be some. After all, he had never seen that French boy again.

But not now. Not with a beautiful, warm man next to him.

“They were better lays than me, too, I bet,” Alex said instead.

Louis was silent at that and Alex frowned and then finally looked over at the man sprawled on the sheets beside him, who hadn’t even bothered to throw a sheet over his soft cock.

“What?”

“I have not slept with anyone,” Louis said softly, “Not since you,”

“Why?”

“I did not want to,” Louis said, and then shifted, came closer, “Remember what I said, you have waged war on me,”

Finally, Louis was pressed to Alex’s chest, and then reached up to push a long piece of hair away form his forehead, and then he reached his hand up to trace over Alex’s mouth.

“How long will you be here in London?” he asked softly, and Alex opened his mouth, felt Louis’s fingertips shift over top of his mouth as he did so.

“However long I can afford to stay in this room,” he finally said.

Louis nodded, but his eyes sparked a bit.

“I think,” he said, “My aunt and uncle may have a spare room available. Particularly for any weary soldiers,”

Alex blinked at him, and Louis just looked back firmly, but his eyes shifted, like Alex saying no would shatter his damn heart.

Like he would ever say no.

“You going to show me the city if I stay, then?”

Louis grinned and then leaned forward, then his lips were ghosting over Alex’s own, breathing his own breath into his lungs.

“Yes,” he said, and Alex could hear a smile in his voice, “Perhaps I could even take you to get ice cream.”

#larry fanfiction #larry fanfic #alex x louis #drabbles #more from my original au will come soon #along with some other requests #Anonymous #ask

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mjwatson · 7 years

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my spider-man: homecoming review.

there will definitely be spoilers under the cut, so do not read onward if you don’t want to be spoiled! this will also be extremely all over the place bc i am a MESS! let’s do this.

cons:

i guess the main one, my only really big complaint (the rest are very minor complaints, if they’re really even ‘complaints’ at all) are the hybrid/out of character type characters. the only one who worked for me was flash. he was fucking brilliant. and while i did adore ned with all my heart, he was ganke, and it makes me sad that miles may not get his ganke if he get films in the future bc ned was ganke. angourie’s betty brant felt wasted, and michelle... oh michelle. i wrote a huge post about her character so i’m not going to repeat myself. you can read it here, but yeah, this is definitely my only huge complaint. if they don’t at least rectify mj i’ll be really sad.

no mention of the spider senses again, or no showing that they really existed either.

no mention of uncle ben whatsoever. you could argue that line about ‘with everything that happened’ or whatever is about him, but it still wasn’t enough for me. i know we’ve seen the origin story so many times, but we need uncle ben. that’s peter’s motivation.

a little disappointed we didn’t get any iconic scenes of spidey web swinging in new york city, but i am still okay with that cause he’s still a high school student in queens and we will prob see him getting into the big city later on.

zendaya was barely in it. i know they kind of used her fame to promote, but they blew up her face on posters, used her for the entire promotional aspect, it almost felt like false advertising? but whatever it just makes me excited to see more of her.

not a huge fan of the ‘guy in the chair’ trope. it reminds me of the flash tv show and i just love how spidey is kind of a lone wolf but i mean this is BARELY a complaint, and just personal pref.

i also have other tiny little insignificant things, but i don’t know if they’re complaints. they might just me being unable to deal with change and i need to learn to adapt to certain things. i am just so set in my ways, and i am so passionate about the things i love that adaptions to certain things kind of catch me off guard a bit, but i’m not sure if it’s necessarily a bad thing.

pros:

tom holland was hands down the best peter parker/spider-man we could ever hope for. toby will always have a place in my heart, even though his adaption was very out of character, and andrew garfield will always be my spidey, just because he really brought it to life for me, but tom... holy shit. he is peter parker. through and through.

when the vulture broke the concrete ceiling down on him and his little panic attack, but then him proving to himself he can do this. that gave me chills. honestly tom knocked it out of the park. his performance was fantastic. when he's in the suit you kind of forget he's a kid. he takes down captain america. he takes down giant man. but in this scene you can see he's just a kid again, who is terrified and doesn't know what he's doing. the absolute fear in his voice fucking shook me. as @lordzuuko pointed out, the nicest touch to tom’s spider-man is that, he’s scared. and because of his age, huge scale situations scare him. he legitimately gets scared and nervous doing some things and voices out “i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die.” he knows he’s gonna die but he does it anyway because if he doesn’t do anything, other people will.

he definitely is the friendly neighbourhood spider-man. we get to see him deal with petty crime. we get to see him be the superhero we know and love; how nothing is too small for him to offer his help. PS: HIM HOLDING THAT CAT KILLED ME I AM SO IN LOVE.

tony wasn’t in it as much as i thought, which was good. i love iron man but i am glad he was only in it for as much as he was, it worked great.

the diversity and wokeness. i fucking loved it.

KAREN GOING INTO DEATH MODE AND THE EYES GOING RED AND IS LIKE LET’S KILL AND PETER IS LIKE WHAT NO

i absolutely adored the peter/aunt may dynamic. i love that they’re actually showing a relationship with the two. it’s beautiful and it was one of my favourite things about the movie.

DONALD GLOVER’S CHARACTER “I HAVE A NEPHEW” RIP MILES MY SON HELP.

michelle. the whole mj mess aside, i fucking loved zendaya and whoever she is. her character is hilarious, like one of the funniest in the whole movie. i really hope i don’t have to wait 2 more years to figure out who she is, i am tired and i just want her to be mary jane, man lol.

speaking of humour, it was just so fucking funny. and this was actually a worry of mine, that i’d put it in the cons list, cause a lot of reviews i was hearing was that it was too funny and didn’t hit the emotional mark enough. because while spidey is a wise cracking goober, there’s also so much depth in there, and it shows peter’s struggle and his pure goodness and it was just a great balance, but boy was it hilarious. i laughed so much.

him leaving the girl he really liked at the homecoming dance because he had to do something for the greater good. that’s just who peter is. putting his life on the back burner to do the right thing.

BEST AFTER CREDITS SCENE EVER ISODGHDKH (not the vulture one, though i loved how it showed him being human, and not just evil for the sake of being a villain, he was a person and he didn’t unmask peter) but omg that cap scene..... omfg. my sister, who hates waiting for credits scenes even said “okay, that was so worth it.”

end aunt may scene “WHAT THE F--”. i thought i’d hate that aunt may finds out he’s spidey, but we saw 2 adaptions with her in that ‘does she know?’ grey area, that it’ll be cool to explore this.

happy hogan is my uncle and i love him with my entire heart.

i know it was my first point but i just have to mention it again, guys, tom was so good at peter/spider-man... like i actually am getting emotional because this mother fucker is just him. i literally teared up at some of his performances, like how dare he make me feel things? now i just need my mary jane and i will be the happiest girl in the entire world.

i did love ned. i did, he was hilarious. just a little bittersweet bc that was ganke. and flash was spectacular. tony killed it and i hope they explore his character in other films.

THEY BASICALLY DID THIS MEME AND I SCREAMED.

literally that scene when peter goes to pick up liz for the homecoming dance and then adrian answers the door... them in the car with him finding out...... i literally haven’t seen a scene that tense since the milk scene in inglorious basterds I COULD NOT BREATHE. unreal scenes.

i larb you.

PETER VLOGGING WHAT A FUCKING NERD I HATE THIS GUY SO MUCH UGH.

i loved how much peter fucked up. he is so clumsy and so bad at being a superhero and we are really gonna see his journey of being this kid who’s trying to prove himself to being the hands down best avenger at the end of this, i guarantee you.

BILINGUAL PETER PARKER MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME.

did i mention peter w/ the cat? aND THE DOG?

michelle fingering peter best scene hands down bye

that scene where he’s sitting on top of that whatever, all bloody and beaten up by the vulture. my sweet baby boy. that’s peter. this 15 year old who risks everything to save people. fkosdgdlh

guys i know i have been so worried about this movie, and i mean i still am for the future films to come, mainly for the portrayal of mary jane. y’all may think my over emotional ass is overreacting, but she is my favourite character. but all that aside, this is an amazing spidey movie. tom’s portrayal was insane, and i am so incredibly proud of him. he has worked so hard and i am really glad that he’s getting the praise he deserves. i don’t know if i’m just on a high still; maybe i’ll be brought back down to earth and realize it isn’t as great as i think it is right now, but for the time being, i am pretty happy with how it turned out. when i saw civil war i thought that tom could potentially be the best spidey we can get. with only 5 minutes of peter and 15 of spidey, i was already thinking that. so this movie just confirmed my theory.

and i’ll end on this note: PENIS PARKER.

#spiderman #spiderman homecoming #peter parker #tom holland #mary jane watson #marvel #spiderman spoilers #spoilers #homecoming spoilers

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goingtosee-theworld · 7 years

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CHARACTER SHEET: JANE CATHY PORTER

“I wanna see the whole world / I dunno how I’m gonna pay rent / I wanna see the whole world ... / I should tell them I’m not afraid to die” -- My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars, Mitski

STATS:

Birthday: 13 December 1992 (Sagittarius)

Myers-Briggs: INFP

Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw

Hogwarts House (Secondary): Gryffindor

Enneagram: Type 7

Height: 5’3

BACKGROUND OVERVIEW:

Mother: Dr. Eleanor Lily Day Porter (deceased)

Father: Dr. Archimedes Quentin Porter

Mother’s Occupation: Professor in anthropology—concentrated in biological anthropology, specifically primatology—also photographer

Father’s Occupation: Professor of zoology—specifically in large African mammals and conservation efforts

Family Finances: Upper middle class; her daddy’s family has quite a bit of money which they allocate to further the education of their family

Birth Order: only child

Other Close Family: Cousins—Ruby and Bobby, Aunt Rose, Uncle Richard, Grandmum (mum’s side), Gran (dad’s side), Grandfather (dad’s side)

Best Friend: does Jane have a best friend, tbh I guess Simba is the closest thing not that he considers her his best friend lol—although ok actually, she probably does consider Milo her best friend and partner.

Other Friends: wow does Jane not have friends lmao jk—Brad, some work colleagues, Ellie, Amelia, Mel…?

Enemies: none, really. She thinks Belle hates her bc they haven’t really talked since HP, where Belle probably did hate her.

Pets: Will-o-Wisp named Daisy, step-mum of Fluffy (Fluffy is not too fond of her)

Home Life During Childhood: Mostly happy, her parents encouraged learning and exploration. It was just tinged with the fact that her mum was sick and when her mum died, Jane fell into a bit of a depression that she never did quite recover from.

Town or City Name(s): London, England—specifically Bloomsbury

What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: yellow walls, had a day bed with black iron wrought frame and a canopy decorate with fairy lights, one wall was all postcards/National Geographic cut outs/travel magazine pictures, another wall had a big map with little pins in it, lots of stuff from her mum and dad’s travels, a shaggy purple rug

Any Sports or Clubs: Theatre in secondary, art as well, also did like school band for a bit (played flute)

Favorite Toy or Game: she had a ton of stuffed animals, but like those realistic looking ones from WWF or whatever

Schooling: went to some good public schools for primary and secondary, University College of London for her undergrad, BS in zoology, now she’s getting her masters’ in Magizoology

Favorite Subject: Biology/science, but also fond of art/history/literature. She wasn’t the best in physics or math.

Popular or Loner: Loner, she always was like adopted by friend groups but was never really close with all of them one-on-one, just like one or two people

Important Experiences or Events: Mom died when she was 16

Health Problems: Huntington’s Chorea, depression (side effect of dying lmao)

Culture: English

Religion and beliefs: Mum’s family is Anglican, but dad’s family was never religious so she’s not religious really, just does Christmas and Easter

PERSONALITY:

Bad Habits: peels her skin on her thumb when she’s nervous, can be a bit of a nervous talker, on the naturally flirty side, avoids problems and tries not to acknowledge them, but also wallows in her feelings when she’s feeling particularly down

Good Habits: kind-hearted, very good artist, humble for the most part, when she loves you, she loves you fully and deeply, daring, passionate

Best Characteristic: brave—she will look a tiger in the eye and walk towards it

Worst Characteristic: impulsive—she makes rash decisions sometimes

Worst Memory: her mother’s death, but also the day she told Tom she loved him and then he said he was dating someone else, and also the day she rejected Milo

Best Memory: tbh that moment like RIGHT before they woke up the mummy in Egypt, when they were all really happy and passionate and just acted on a whim

Proud of: she has one painting from school that some member of Parliament brought, she got A’s on all but one of her A-levels

Embarrassed by: sometimes she can kinda remember some of the people she slept with and she’s like welp that was embarrassing

Driving Style: she does not have her license

Strong Points: brave, passionate, daring, intelligent

Temperament: melancholic

Attitude: may seem a little far-off or not really there, but get her talking about something and she’s very grounded and passionate

Weakness: threaten Milo or her dad or her close friends and she will crack

Fears: not living a full life

Phobias: uh idk man how is this different

Secrets: only a few people know about her Huntington’s, also lol she doesn’t know that Milo doesn’t know she remembered who they were in the time jump

Regrets: probably turning Milo down the first time

Feels Vulnerable When: confronting her inner problems directly

Pet Peeves: CULTURAL APPROPIATION, people who are mean to animals :C

Conflicts: the constant fear of death around the corner

Motivation: a desire to live fully

Short Term Goals and Hopes: get her master’s, get a good and fulfilling job!

Long Term Goals and Hopes: live a life she is proud to lead

Sexuality: like 89% straight

Exercise Routine: she walks everywhere and rides her bike a lot and rock climbs/cave excavates, she doesn’t like set out to exercise, her lifestyle is just pretty active when she’s not in a bad depression spell

Day or Night Person — Night.

Introvert or Extrovert — Introvert.

Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist, believe it or not.

LIKES AND STYLES:

Music: twangy indie, usually favors female singers; big Carpenters fan too; also the Smiths; also Fleetwood Mac

Books: likes classics, generally, but also weird off-beat novels she finds in sales sections and used bookstores

Magazines: National Geographic, primarily; probably some art and lit magazines too

Foods: she likes a good curry; makes a great orange-glazed salmon; she’s one of those people who liked avocado before it was cool. She’s a pesceterian at home, but she will eat meat when she’s traveling.

Drinks: Earl Grey tea! Lightly sweetened, honey not sugar, and a pinch of milk. As for alcohol—rum. Spiced rum specifically. She likes mojitos, that’s her cocktail of choice.

Animals: oh gosh where to even begin! She’s fond of large Arican mammals (her dad’s speciality), but she really cares for all creatures and believes that it should be her duty to help them all. She knows she kinda gave domestic farm animals (cough, sheep) some shit for being “boring” because she didn’t really wanna be working with sheep for the rest of her life, but she’s had a new outlook on life and her passion for animals has been found again.

Sports: she probably watches football (soccer) casually; likes watching cricket though

Social Issues: big environmental activist, since dating Milo has been more aware of Magick-rights and that stuff

Favorite Saying: she knows its cliché at this point, but she liked it before it was cool: “Not all who wander are lost.”

Color: she likes purples and yellows and also reds

Clothing: she has a more boho look, wears a lot of flowing skirts and loose tops. Doesn’t really like to wear pants on the day to day, but will when she’s out adventuring. She likes wearing sunhats a lot.

Jewelry: she has a lot of traditionally made jewelry that she bought from local vendors in the places she’s traveled, lots of beaded necklaces and bracelets

Games: was a big Zoo Tycoon fan in her youth, doesn’t really play much now, except for like the occasional game with friends; likes board games though

Websites: casual insta user, has a tumblr that she scrolls through but rarely posts on

TV Shows: huge huge huge Doctor Who fan (Tennant was her doctor and also her first celebrity crush)

Movies: she likes classics—her favorite is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Her mum was a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn so Jane has seen a lot of Hepburn movies. She’s also fond of The Mummy movies (though lately a bit less lol) and Indiana Jones and that sort of genre of adventure stories

Greatest Want: to travel as much as she can, to see all of the world, to experience it all

Greatest Need: to be happy

CURRENTLY:

Home: you know she and Milo haven’t officially moved in together yet but, like, they basically are over at each other’s places all the time—anyway, she has a single bedroom in one of the places by the uni

Household furnishings: she’s messy, but not in like a gross hoarder way, but she has a lot of casual clutter, her place looks like an antique store. There’s lots of trinkets around, the coffee table is covered in candles. She has a lot of pillows on the couch, lots of throw blankets. Her bedroom is pretty much the same way. There’s a lot of books, everything has its place but in its place it may be a bit of a mess lol. In her living room is a telescope by the window and an easel. There’s also a record player on a side table.

Favorite Possession: her record player (passed down from her mum) and her telescope (a gift from her dad)

Most Cherished Possession: her journal—it’s like a sketchbook/diary/memento book, she writes down everything

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: Tom Crawford

Children: n/a--though she was pregnant, briefly, last August

Relationship with Family: very close with her father, pretty close with her extended family too as they are a small bunch

Car: n/a

Career: on track to becoming a magizoologist

Dream Career: tbh being part of the Rescue Aid Society would be perfect for her

Dream Life: traveling around the world as part of her job—be it helping Magicks, helping magical creatures, rescuing lost relics, searching for Atlantis, with Milo at her side

Love Life: very in love with Dr. Milo James Thatch

Hobbies : drawing, riding her bike, spelunking, exploring, reading, going to antiques shops and flea markets

Guilty Pleasure: those Harlequin romance books (shh don’t tell anyone)

Sports or Clubs: n/a

Talents or Skills : good artist (not super professionally trained, but very solid)

Intelligence Level : very intelligent—curious and passionate when it is a subject she is interested in, quick learner

Finances: solidly middle class, her father helped her out with rent till she was back on a steady job, but she makes enough to provide for herself—she spent most of her savings after uni on her travels

#backstory #about #character sheet #im always pleased with how #on point my fc choice was #look at that

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umbreeonic · 7 years

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ummmm purple through black : ^ )

Wljvwpuwv ofc u would… smh

(Purple: 10 facts about my room)1. It’s absolutely a mess ty depression2. I have a loft bed3. I also have a chair that folds out into a bed that I’m lying in rn instead of my actual bed bc I had a sleepover like two weeks ago and I was too lazy to move my sheets to my bed from the chair4. I have a peeling wallpaper border that’s high school musical, however it’s a sticker kind of wallpaper and underneath that is a Disney princess border5. My room is pink. My brothers is also blue. Yes I am ashamed of this6. I have a four story shelf my dad made just for me7. My shutters are fucking weird idk what’s up w them or even how to explain them they’re just. Weird8. There’s like a little mini hallway for a foot and a half at my doorway bc the bathtub juts out too far9. The hatch to the bathtub plumbing is in my closet. Not fun when ur brother messes up the pipes so the plumber is in ur room for hours fixing it :)10. I have two of my great grandmas painting hanging on my wall, they’re both of roses

(Blue: 9 facts about my family)1. Paternal side is almost 100% Dutch and there’s only ~200 people in the world with our last name. It also is a weird Dutch last name because it doesn’t start with a V2. I’m descended from John Alden, the only sailor who stayed behind with the pilgrims and also the one guy to fall overboard on the Mayflower3. My biological great grandfather was a shitty husband and a shittier father but apparently his marriage after my Mimi divorced him really helped him and he managed to stabilize his life4. One of my uncles is ukranian and descended from the woman who brought Christianity to Russia5. One of my ancestors is a character in Macbeth, the dude who has “of Scotland” at the end of his name (since he was also a real person)6. My aunt was in a car crash at 17 and had a year long coma and has lived with severe rain trauma ever since, she actually has a book about it too 7. Another aunt has six kids, three biological and three adopted; she and I will fight anyone who says adopted kids aren’t real family8. My dad and his sisters and brother have a bunch of awesome stories about growing up, my favorite is about the giant tractor their dad brought home that they used as both a trampoline and a pool9. My great uncle ran for congress and only lost by 1k votes, now he’s a lawyer and also runs a buffalo farm with his son

(Green: 8 facts about appearance)1. I’m like a perfect mesh of two of my aunts, I have ones body type and the others features2. My hair is the weirdest shit it’s light blonde from my dads side but curly from my moms and thin from ??? and wiry like my dads. Idk how hair can be curly thin and wiry all at once but my head sure does it3. It’s hard to see when I don’t have a tan but I have white birthmarks right by my eyes that are kinda similar to altean markings4. Once I didn’t wear sunscreen to soak city when I went with a friend and I got bright pink sunburn and once it healed my nose has been darker than the rest of my face5. When I was like 11 this science center close to us had a ripleys believe it or not exhibit and we went and this height predictor said I’d only grow to be 5'1" but today I’m 5'4" so suck it ripleys6. My eyes are green on the outside rim and hazel on the inside rim with tiny gold flecks throughout, and the super cool thing is that it’s literally my mom’s eyes and my dads eyes superimposed together7. I’ve always had super dark eyebrows, they’re extremely dark brown despite me having white blonde then light blonde hair8. I have super thick strong nails so it’s really easy to grow them out past a centimeter and people always point them out and say “how”

(Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood)1. I was able to pronounce words fairly easily however my cousin wasn’t. I looked up to her immensely and upon hearing her say a word wrong I would then start to say it that way too2. I hated getting in trouble in school I can count all the times I got disciplined… two time outs in kindergarten, and warning card in first grade, one warning card in second grade along with losing a teacher dollar, writing lines in fourth grade, a demerit in middle school3. The first word I ever spelt on my own was “hop” but it was completely by accident, I was writing down random letters for fun and it just so happened to spell hop in one spot. My mom bought me a picture book titled “Hop, Hop, Hop!” to celebrate4. When I was little my Mimi had an australian shepherd and every day when I’d get home from school she’d waggle her butt in happiness cause she didn’t have a tail5. Every summer until a couple years ago we’d go as a family to this kiln shop and paint a little statuette, it’s up in idyllwild where we go every summer for a camp we work at6. Said camp is practically my second home holy shit like if I wanna be super nostalgic about my childhood I’m gonna have to go with the two words “Camp Dunamis”7. When my brother was a toddler his favorite thing to do was grab my hair out in clumps. We still aren’t sure if that was a factor in how thin my hair is

(Orange: 6 facts about my home town)1. It’s named cypress because the first school planted cypress trees to shield from the wind2. My house is only a couple hundred yards from the county border so when we turn the corner we’re going from Orange County to LA3. There’s the best Mexican place right across the street that we used to go to all the time and we’re still lowkey friends with the family that owns and runs it4. We live in a homeowners association aka a gated community without a gate and this is why we avoid the crime rate cypress has5. Coyote Season™ aka “take the hiking stick so you can whack them on the nose if they go for the dog”6. The military base has a Fourth of July celebration we usually attend annually

(Red: 5 facts about my best friend)1. To start I’m gonna clarify that I’m gonna do one fact for five best friends; okay my friend emma is a Disney genius she’s forgotten more about Disney than you will ever know2. My friend daisy writes her own songs and they’re divine3. My friend kaleb is super into dnd and even made chain mail Armor for it… out of soda pop tabs4. My friend hannah is absolutely enamored by pigs and last time I checked her stuffed pig collection was over 305. My friend Melanie is fluent in German because she went to continuation school for a year there after she graduated

(Pink: 4 facts about my parents)1. They were set up by a mutual friend and literally met at our churches annual choir performance2. Mom is California born and raised while my dad grew up in both Puerto Rico and Michigan3. They both work at the same school so I’m a double staff kid4. *sighs* republicans

(White: 3 facts about my personality)1. I go from nice and sweet to absolute asshole in .01 seconds2. I am a stubborn mule, hear me bray3. I kinda just absorb certain personality traits from the people I’m close to so looking at my friend group gives a pretty good picture of my personality as well

(Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things)1. Voltron is really the first fandom I’ve /been/ in been in2. Drawing is hard and painful but you improve So Much when you join a fandom it’s ridiculous

(Black: 1 fact about the person I like)1. He’s absolutely amazing and I love him and I squeal into my pillow whenever I remember that we’re together 💚

#asks #beck tag #quabe tag #escamoso tag #about me #this was long beck I hope ur happy :///#long post //#parent mention //#ask to tag

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Odd and True episode 3: also Revenge of the Shipper (because RotS was the 3rd SW episode and I KNOW that) (Submission)

This one will cover chapters 7 through 14. Sorry for sending this in before giving you time to even post the second installment! This review thing has gotten seriously out of hand, but then, I didn’t expect there to be so much freaking content for this family’s relationships. I came into this expecting a cute but non-canon sisters relationship, something to read over a free weekend or something, but this… This family is consuming my life.

Anyway, Od and Tru arrive in Chicago, and Od quickly latches onto a ghost-hunting mission. Tru, for her part, still has some valid concerns. “My eyes moistened with tears over her belief in me–and yet, I still found myself not believing in her. I still worried about her sanity, dreadfully.“ They’re attacked by a mugger, but when Tru is threatened, Od wallops the guy. Protective siblings are another one of my favorite things.

The following scene of Od and Tru taking shelter at a hotel for the night also mirrors the scene of Magnus and Od finding shelter in the previous chapter. Except that this time, it’s a contrast. Magnus had just exposed Od to some upsetting truths, and then he brought her to a brothel of all places for shlter. Here, Od is still shielding Tru from the truth about their parents, and brings her to a nice hotel and ensures she’s well taken care of (even if she is also talking to Tru about ghosts, which make her uncomfortable).

Od also reveals that while she was away from Tru and traveling with the circus, she fell madly in love. Tru narrates, ”Jealousy stung my heart. All that time that she’d been gone, I’d pictured her as being as miserable and lonely as I was.“ Od claims she and the person she loved were forcibly separated a year ago, and Od was told they just weren’t meant to be together. If nothing else, this kind of parallels her and Tru, too. Also, Tru continues to be so explicitly jealous, and I love it.

Tru then has an upsetting premonition, and Od comforts her, holding her hands and telling her that they can face whatever they need to face, because they’ve already faced worse and ”we’ve done it before, Tru. We’re lionhearted. Both of us.“ I love how Od always gets upset on Tru’s behalf whenever Tru claims she’s weak. I love how, even though she’s Tru’s protector, Od also seems to wholeheartedly believe in her sister’s own strength.

In the next chapter, we’re back in 1896, just after Maria moves with little Od and Tru to Oregon. Maria has a miscarriage and is rushed to the hospital, and six-year-old Od desperately sends a mental message for Magnus to ”come help us. I’m still mad at you a bit, but please, please, we need you!“ In Oregon is where Tru gets polio, and Od takes on that protective role toward her sister (“my Tru,” she calls her) even though she’s still so young herself. The girls are taken in by their aunt and her husband during this time.

Next chapter, the present-day (well, the 1909 present-day, haha) Od and Tru reach Philadelphia. Od runs into a young man she recognizes, and immediately Tru’s heart stops (figuratively, of course) with the fear that this is the “beloved” Od had spoken of. Apparently it’s not, but it is Cy, a boy she mooned over when she was younger in Oregon, so Tru tries to make him leave them alone. Though Od isn’t really happy to see the guy (she alludes to an incident in the past that left her life “in shambles”, which I presume we’ll learn about later on), even turning her back on him as he’s inviting her to join him on a supernatural adventure because she’s just that upset.

Instead, Od opts to look into this lead with just Tru. Tru is starting to believe Od about all of this “monsters and magic” stuff by now, which of course pleases Od. And then the girls visit their mother��s address, although Od fears that Maria will “bring up all sorts of awful things” (probably family-related bc honestly, are any even semi-important characters in here who aren’t part of this family?). Her fears are moot for the moment, since nobody answers the door. (Turns out she left the house the previous week, according to a neighbor.)

In chapter 10, we get another Od POV flashback–this time it’s from 1905, 4 years before the current plotline of the book. It’s Tru’s eleventh birthday, and she asks Od to tell the story of her birth again because it’s tradition. Od notes that she “vowed to never tell her the truth about our father’s absence on the day of her birth, or of the fact that he had kept our mother hidden away in a remote part of the world for more than seven long years while married to another woman. Tru didn’t need to know that our mother continued to work in the city to pay off debts and that Aunt Vik referred to Mama as ‘immoral’ and ‘sinful’ whenever she spoke of her…. I didn’t know how Mama earned money. Aunt Vik kept us so sheltered, I wouldn’t have understood it if she ever named our mother’s profession.”

I know I’m just retreading old ground here, but I love how determined Od is to protect her younger sister. Not just physically, but emotionally. Even if the truth eats away at her and it would probably feel better for her if she could share it with her closest person, she keeps it from Tru anyway to protect her. And I. Love. That. So much. (Even if I also can’t wait for Tru to inevitably find out because I’m always a slut for angst.)

Anyway, that same night when Tru falls asleep (“with a birthday smile lingering on her lips”), Od is startled by banging at the front door. She sneaks out of the girls’ room to see who is her aunt and uncle’s visitor, and it’s Maria. She’s worried for Od as her fateful 15th birthday is approaching, and she also asks Viktoria if Magnus has come by because Maria is worried for his safety. She also comments after a brief exchange with Od that she’s “so much like your uncle Magnus.”

Viktoria shuts the door on Maria (who has been “drunk as a fiddler,” Vik says ,“and running around with strange men”), fearing that she’s going to be a bad influence on the girls. Maria bangs on the door, crying for her daughter. When Od returns to the bedroom, Tru is awake and hears the screaming, so Od claims it’s La Llorona, the weeping spirit seeking children, so Tru won’t have to know the truth. Od tells her something similar to what Magnus told her before she learned about her father: “You’re safe and loved. Don’t worry.“ And that’s the way the chapter ends.

Back in the present, the sisters eat at a restaurant, and their waiter asks about Tru’s cane. She’s understandably wary, but then learns the man’s little sister also had polio and just got put into a wheelchair. Tru and the waiter, Ezra Blue, quickly bond (their surnames are even similar, Grey and Blue) but tbh most of it is over the shared experience between Tru and Ezra’s five-year-old sister Celia. Tru tells him, “Tell little Celia you met a polio survivor who now hunts monsters.” (Not super relevant to our shippy interests here, but it’s a powerful and badass moment. Although Od immediately jumps to the conclusion that the guy has a crush on Tru and vice versa. If it does turn out to be true, there’s still the Od-and-Ezra and Tru-and-Celia parallel to point out here.)

Back at the hotel, Tru tries to ask Od how she knows Cy, the guy they ran into earlier. Od keeps trying to change the subject. She tells Tru, “Let’s stop talking about Cy, please. This is our journey, not mine and his” and calls Cy the last person in the world she wanted to see. That night, they fall asleep with Od’s head on Tru’s shoulder. “I trapped my arms around her and held her close, as if I were the older sister and she my little Odette.”

The next chapter is another Od flashback, this one from two years prior to the present. After the death of Viktoria’s husband, Od has to get a job where she’ll live under her employers’ roof (“without the warmth of my sister beside me”), and she worries about what will happen to Tru, and to Od’s schooling. Viktoria (I was wrong, btw; she was the oldest of her siblings, not Maria) says that she stopped attending school at Od’s age when her mother, and it “forced me to grow up and take care of my younger siblings, and I don’t regret a single second of my sacrifices.“ In order to provide for Tru, Od agrees to the job. She’ll be working for Cy’s family. I think we’re all getting bad vibes off this situation by now.

In a situation that parallels her parents, Cy tries to seduce the younger hired servant. But Od instantly responds, "I can’t let anything come between my sister and me." But eventually she caves because he’s persistent. It’s not exactly nonconsensual, but it still rubs me the wrong way (as it’s supposed to) because he’s her employer’s kid who therefore has power over her, and she’s also completely ignorant about what sex is and wouldn’t have let him do it if she’d understood what he was doing.

Even when she gives in, Od reflects that ”I should have kept my thoughts on Tru at all times and found relief from my loneliness elsewhere. But he was there to comfort and hold me, and all my other nights down in that basement hollow had proven so cold and desolate“ compared to how she was used to sleeping beside Tru’s warmth. In other words, she only did this because she was lonely from Tru’s absence, and here was someone offering her what she hoped would be comfort.

Back in the present, Od decides because of Tru’s wishes that the sisters will join Cy’s hunting party, but even then, Od says it’s because she’d regret missing this chance and she wants to catch the Leeds Devil instead of Cy doing it. When they do join up with Cy and co., he’s obviously trying to win Od over again by being nice to Tru, because it’s that obvious that Tru is the key to her heart. The rest of the posse they join up with want the sisters to stay behind because they’re sexist jerks and because of Tru’s leg, but Od keeps going on about how great Tru is, because of course she does. But even so, they leave them behind, alone.

In the next chapter, we’re back to Od’s POV from two years ago. She recalls her uncle Magnus urging her not to "grow up and make the same mistakes as your mother,” referring to Maria’s relationship with her employer Louis. But now, Od is pregnant, and she loses her job and is sent to a facility for girls pregnant out of wedlock to help them avoid “social ruin.”

When Od writes to Tru, she claims she’s traveling with the circus. Even in this, she keeps the truth from her sister in order to protect her. By now, she’s created this entire mythos of magic just to shield Tru. And maybe it’s not completely right of her to do that, but all of it is done out of so much love.

She decides she’ll name the baby Trudie Marie if it’s a girl, for her sister and mother, and Duncan Magnus (no idea about the first name, but the second is clearly for her uncle). She ends up having a girl, who is born only 4 days after Tru’s 14th birthday.

And that’s where I’m going to leave off this time. The next installment will probably be the last, but who can say?

I love how close the sisters are and that their relationship continues to be so central to the story and each other. Even though that’s the title, you sometimes never know. They love each other so much.

#asks #anonymous #r: sisters #tw: incest #od and tru #odd and true #submission #nr #commentary #noiv

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4/8/2017

ugh so much to write!!

okay first: spring break! amsterdam, vienna, and barcelona.

so me and david flew to amsterdam on thursday right after class. we had an earlier flight than rae and jessy. our flight actually ended up getting a little bit delayed though. so we got to amsterdam and took a bus to our air bnb. so many tesla taxis! that was weird to see. we got there around sunset so it was so pretty to walk around :) our air bnb was in a really cool spot. got there and settled in. got into a fight with jake because he was upset i didnt message him right when i landed. it was weird but whatever haha. david and i went to a burger place right next to our place before the other girls arrived. the burgers were decent, but pretty pricey. jessy and rae arrived so we got settled then went to find a coffee shop! we found one called katsu that was pretty close so we went there and went inside and got some weed hahha it was so crazy. rolled some splifs and then smoked outside the shop. after, we walked around and went to a couple bars! the first one we went to had a soccer game on so it was exciting to be in that atmostphere. then we went to a couple other bars after. at one, david went to get drinks and came back with vodka shots haha we died. after we went to mcdonalds lol it was on the way back to our place. then we smoked a little and then passed out. the next morning we had a slow start bc of staying out the night before. we finally left the place around 11 and headed to get brunch. we decided to walk instead of using public transit because it wasnt too far. we went to metropolitan and it was SO FUCKING GOOD. i got an avocado eggs benedict and it made me so happy ahah. also we all got mimosas. we finished our brunch then walked around to find a place to buy shrooms. we ended up at the magic mushroom or something like that and they all bought shrooms. after we went to a nearby coffeeshop and smoked more. met up with dedrick there! that was crazy to see and meet up with dedrick in amsterdam. after that we walked because we wanted to find this popular park, and there we separated ways. we couldnt find the park so we were kind of just wandering for a while and we found a canal tour so we bought that. i bought a space cake for me to eat while they were tripping on shrooms. we took the shrooms and edibles then went on the tour. that was pretty cool. it hit them while on the tour haha. after we just wandered around for hours hahh. went to a park, found a cool art gallery and then ended at a thrift shop. all were super cool. after we headed back to our place to relax. then we went to dinner right under our air bnb and i was soooo high i ate everything haha. after that we went back to the place and relaxed before we made the trip to the red light district. that was pretty crazy to see and experience. we walked around it for awhile then went into a bar and had a drink. it was pouring rain so we took a taxi home. then just smoked more and hung out. a very chill time in amsterdam but it was super cool. then we just flew back to berlin!

we got back to berlin and had a day before we flew to vienna. so on sunday we went to maurpark and explored. the weather was super shitty though so we didnt spend much time. then i just went home and packed for the week!

our flight to vienna was around 11 so jessy and i headed to the airport in the morning. everything went smoothly, and we arrived in vienna in the late afternoon. we took a train to david’s cousins place, then walked there with the directions he gave us. we dropped off our stuff and explored vienna! we walked through this really pretty park, then found our way to this beautiful cathedral. then we got schnitzel because we were starving. after, we walked more through places i dont know the names of haha. one cool building was where hitler gave a really famous speech. after, we went to the 25 hours rooftop bar for a drink. we went right around sunset so it was beautiful. we spent some time there just having a drink and talking. after that we headed back to his cousins. got there and met sebastian! he was so nice hahha david had talked him up so much too. we just hung out with him and that was fun. drank some beers and got to know each other. then me david and jessy went to david friend’s place, timmy. we went over there expecting to go out but we just stayed at his friends place and drank beers and smoked haha but it was chill meeting autrian kids our age. i felt bad for making them speak english but they were all super nice. at one point a couple of them snorted molly so that was crazy haha. but yeah! then we left and got doner, which was so fucking shitty hahah and then we got back to sebastians and slept. the next day we went to the train station to go to david’s aunts place in the countryside. took the train there and his aunt picked us up. got back to their place, had some tea, then we all went out on a bike ride. the bike ride was amazing! we were out for a couple hours, just riding around to different spots throughout the village. then we got back to his aunt’s place and they took us out to dinner in a nearby town! i had a really really great glass of red wine, and this chicken dish with spinach spatzle (?) its kinda like dduk but like tiny balls haha then we went back home and just hung out and drank beers and talked. jessy and david smoked but i just went to sleep. the next morning we woke up pretty late lol but we had bread cheese meat and coffee for breakfast. david’s uncle drove us to david’s cousins city, just the next town over. we went to the school where his wife and kids were. then we met them and went on a walk through the city. first we got super yummy ice cream, then walked to a park, then to this palace thing, and then finally to their house. we played with the kids for a few hours and then the mom cooked us dinner and we ate with their family and their sister and her bf. that was really nice. then played with the kids more, then the sister and her bf drove us to the train station to go back to vienna. this was the night me and jessy had booked a hostel, but we ended up just staying another night with sebastian haha. so yeah we went to sebastians and brought him a bottle of wine as a thank you. so we drank wine, more beer, and talked and hung out before going out to the club. we even got to drink their grandfather’s schnapps! ugh forever will remember “auf opa” and how i almost cried. got pretty drunk that night haha. finally left at like 12 to meet timmy at this club. right when we got there we just went in to pee then we left to go somewhere else. got to the second club and it was pretty cool but real ratchet haha. the guys were extra creepy. bought some weed off of a guy trying to hit on jessy lol and rolled some splifs and smoked and drank more. was there until like 3-4am lol then finally took a taxi home. went to bed, pretty sure i heard jessy and david fucking lol it was nasty. anyways, woke up the next day and got ready for our flight. jessy and i were super super hungover, it was terrible. but got our flight okay and we were on our way to barcelona!

arrived in barcalona and took a bus to our air bnb. got there and got settled in and met kash. dropped our stuff off and got food nearby. gothic quarter is super super cool and pretty hehe. went to this yummy pasta place, 7.50 for a beer, pasta, and bread. just talked and hung out then just went back home and slept. next morning jessy woke up and threw up :( she felt better so we went to brunch nearby, it was pretty good. then she threw up at the restaurant so we just headed back to the air bnb after brunch. we both took naps but then i got up and wanted to do a little exploring but it was raining so that was shitty. met up with jazmin for coffee! that was nice to see her hehe. then walked home in the pouring rain haha. got back and jessy was feeling a lot better so we went out to eat ramen. she threw up while at ramen LOL so we just went back home after and slept more. this was when kash’s dog came and peed on our bed UGH WORST THING EVER. we moved to the room next door lol. the next day we had booked tickets for the sagrada familia and park guell so we started the day with brunch at a different place. jessy felt a lot better this day and didnt throw up! had brunch, then took the subway to the sagrada familia. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. i found the inside much more amazing than i expected. spent a solid hour there. then we walked to park guell! on our way we stopped for gelato haha. it was such a beautiful day, which was a nice change from the night before of thunder and lightning. the park was on a hill so basically it was a hike haha. got to the park, then entered with our tickets. took a bunch of pics and walked around for like an hour. then we left and took a bus to a main shopping center and shopped a little. found a sephora so jessy was able to buy her concealer! then we headed to the tapas dinner we booked. it was so good!!! pretty pricey but it was fine for a nice meal in barcelona. then we went back to the air bnb and hung out and relaxed. then we decided to go to a bar that was recommended to both of us and we were told it was pretty american, we walked there. got there and got a g&t and just hung out and watched the soccer game on the tv. it was kinda lame bc no dance floor, but they played good american pop music so that was nice haha. didnt stay there too long. left, went to burger kind, ate some food, then went back to the air bnb. went to sleep, woke up, and headed to the airport to fly back to berlin.

oh i forgot to say we never met up with our friends in vienna and it caused drama it was dumb lol

anyways, that was my spring break! sucks that jessy got sick but it wasnt the worst thing ever. the next two weeks were very anticlimactic haha um last week i got sick so that sucked. we went to stammi last week and kevin was still here so that was fun to go out with him. one weird thing was on the way back from stammi on the u bahn a strange man randomly spit on thomas when he said a sentence in english. that was weird. the next night was super fun tho, i went to troyboi with diane marie gus jonathan and madeline! it was so so so fun! we were trying to find e the whole night but couldnt find any hahahah so we just drank. he was suck a sick dj to see live. and we were right in the front! one thing i didn’t appreciate was the mosh pitting lol. me and jc headed back to the apartments after his set bc it was already 3 but the rest stayed out haha. i dont remember anything interesting from this past week... tuesday i went to kimchi princess with alex then we studied after. it was nice to have korean food haha. had a presentation on wednesday that went okay. thursday me and chan and grant stayed in a watched lemonade which was fun haha. friday i had class all day which was annoying but then came back, ate, and then went out with everyone. chan wanted to go to an event at afroclub so we all went but we ended up at watergate because amelia sucks at navigating and none of us wanted to pay $15 to get in lol so we left and walked to suicide circus, then chan made zach trip on accident as we walked in so the bouncer was like you guys are too drunk when we def werent lol. so after that quinn jessy and amelia just went home bc jessy was pretty drunk. but me chan zach and grant tried to go to afroclub. we found it, especially since there were posters literally everywhere ugh. so we go in and get drinks and what not. it was pretty cool but very ratchet lol. chan ended up losing her phone :( so that sucked. me and chan took a taxi home but grant and zach stayed out with other girls in the program. woke up this morning (sat) thinking i was gonna die lol. grant came over and we just talked for a few hours and at random snacks lol. then i watched some netflix, showered, and we went out to get ramen for dinner. just me and grant went. grant wanted to buy new shoes so we did a lil shopping after, and then just came home. its saturday and i think all of us are just staying in tonight haha. okay well thats all!! bye bye

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