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writerownstory · 7 months

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14 ("Across the room smiles") or 16 ("The “I’m in love with you and can’t stop grinning like an idiot” smile ") for the cute smiles juke prompts, please. :) (Can't decide. Both are too good.)

this was requested way too long ago but I’ve been in a severe writing slump so it took me too long 🥲 anyway, these prompts are from this post by @me-writes-prompts !! I thought I wanted to take requests but I quickly found out I do not have the bandwidth 😅 so here is a cute lil juke fic in the meantime! it is a mess but it is Juke so oh well. I also couldn’t choose one prompt so I did both and that’s why this is so long 😌

Julie would never get tired of this.

The sound of different voices overlapping and lots of laughter filled the room. She watched as her dad showed Willie the various features in his newest camera, Willie listening with rapt attention.

In the kitchen, Tía was bustling around and giving Reggie instructions as he tried to keep up with the many years of cooking some of the best meals Julie has ever tasted under her belt.

Flynn and Carlos were setting the table together, chatting about who knows what.

It’s become a tradition to spend their birthdays all together. One they’ve carried since they were kids—lost teenagers just trying to make it big in the music industry. Back when Julie met Luke, Reggie and Alex and they immediately became part of the Molina family which already consisted of her Dad, Carlos, Victoria and Flynn. Flynn introduced Alex to Willie and their family was pretty close to complete.

The warm rush of love that flooded her system was something she never got tired of.

And now as she watched their family get ready for her birthday dinner, Julie couldn’t be happier with the way her life was turning out.

She watched as Luke walked into the dining room, tapped Carlos on his left shoulder as he passed him, and swiped his finger through the frosting on the cake tía made.

Just as Luke successfully licked the frosting off his finger, Carlos caught on to Luke’s antics and it turned into both boys trying to put the other in a headlock.

Flynn rolled her eyes and continued setting the table but Julie could see a small, fond smile grace her face.

Luke ended up overpowering the younger boy, much to Carlos’s dismay but they both laughed as Luke let him get back to his task. It was when he took a step back and Julie could tell he was also surveying the room and the people he loved all in one space, that his eyes finally caught hers.

His smile is bright and soft at the same time, lighting up his features and simultaneously making her insides turn to mush.

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio,” Victoria called from the kitchen. “Your father and I need you in the kitchen, por favor.”

Julie felt her cheeks burn. She glanced back at Luke, his smile turning amused and he shot her a wink as she made her way into the kitchen.

But the light and airy feeling she got from Luke quickly dissipated when she saw her dad and aunt bent together talking seriously. It’s eerily reminiscent of a time she was still all too familiar with, the day her parents sat her down to tell her Rose was sick.

“Papí? What’s going on?”

“Julie! Nothing, mija,” Ray startled, waving a hand in the air. “We just wanted to talk with you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, sobrina,” Victoria assured her. “We’re just so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, and I know your mom would be so proud of you too,” Ray agreed. “Especially in the way you’ve formed a band with the boys and created a wonderful life for yourself.”

Julie nodded, their words comforting but also making her heart ache at the reminder of the many milestones her mother didn’t get to see. Where were they going with this?

“And we couldn’t be happier for you, that you’ve found such a wonderful partner in Luke,” Victoria said.

She smiled at the mention of Luke. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Julie glanced back and forth between them, still not quite sure what was going on. “Where are you two going with this?” It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to be saying any of this, but it seemed almost out of nowhere.

“Mija it’s your birthday, can’t your old dad get a little emotional?” Ray teased.

“My birthday was a few days ago,” she corrected with a teasing smile before she pulled them both into a hug. “I love you guys…. even when you act weird.”

They both chuckled before Julie pulled back and a hand sliding into place on the small of her back made her jump.

She turned to see Luke waiting for her, eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t decipher. “Hey Jules. Follow me?” He slipped his hand into hers without waiting for an answer (it was always yes and he knew that) and led her through the door to the backyard.

“Luke, what’s going on?”

“Have I told you how insanely talented I think you are?”

“Only when you’re deflecting,” she shot back, and the shit eating grin he sent her should’ve annoyed her, but it only made butterflies swoop in her belly.

“You mean you don’t want to write in the studio the way we used to?”

Julie raised a curious brow at him even as they continued to walk through the yard toward the gate that led to the garage turned studio. “Oh yeah? And what song are you working on?”

“A really special one,” he told her over his shoulder as they walked through the gate and made their way down the stairs. “I want your opinion on it.”

Julie remembered the countless times they made this exact walk as teenagers, when Luke would rush into her room or even up to her locker at school going on excitedly about a song or an idea he had.

Or the many times she snuck out here in high school because she knew Luke was taking refuge in the studio, away from his parents and the constant arguing that plagued their home.

Or any time he met her out there, all the band practices they had, writing sessions like he’d just mentioned, or when she missed her mom so much, Luke would bring her out here to cuddle up and talk or nap together. She always felt closest to her mom in the studio and to share so many wonderful memories of Luke and the boys there meant so much to her.

It truly was a magical, happy place for Julie and for their relationship.

Despite this, when they finally reached the doors and Luke pulled them open, Julie’s jaw still dropped in shock.

Twinkling lights were strung from the ceiling, just barely touching the chairs hanging from the ceiling. White sheets were draped around the studio to cover the walls, with numerous candles and flower petals scattered across every surface creating a warm glow from inside.

It was the most beautiful the studio had ever looked in her memory. She walked further inside, still in awe that Luke did it. It must’ve taken him so long to set it all up and find the time in between their recording schedule to sneak out here and put it together.

Julie turned toward the man in question only to find him down on one knee. “Luke,” she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. She shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both discussed marriage and their future and both agreed they wanted that together. She just didn’t think it was happening now.

He gently took her free hand and squeezed. “Julie, I have loved you since the minute I saw you sitting in the back of Harrison’s class sophomore year. And then you immediately called me out because I didn’t recognize a Paramore song another kid was performing.”

She giggled at the memory, remembering her outrage that Luke couldn’t identify Misery Business. “How can you be in a pop rock band if you don’t know Paramore??”

“I know now!” His eyes sparkled with amusement that matched her own. “Little did I know then that as soon as we became friends, it was over for me. You have made me a better person, a better writer and a better musician and I hope to continue to do the same for you. I can’t imagine living out my dreams with anyone else.” Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, carefully opening it to reveal a familiar, simple princess cut diamond ring.

It was her mother’s ring, glittering in the light of the studio and as beautiful as Julie remembered.

Her eyes flickered from the ring to Luke’s face. “How did you… where did you get this?” Even as the words left her mouth, she already knew the answer.

“Your dad said you’ve been eyeing this ring since you were old enough to talk,” Luke said as he plucked it from the box and held it up to her. “He knew your mom would want you to have it now.”

Julie felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, her grief attempting to make itself known once again. If only her mom was here, waiting inside the house with the rest of her family to celebrate with them. To plan the wedding, calm her nerves the day off, walk her down the aisle with her dad. But Julie knew her mom would be there with her, just like she always was. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Rose would always tell her.

Her dad and tía’s behavior suddenly made sense too. Why hadn’t she realized sooner??? She could be upset with Flynn for not clueing her in sooner…

But how could she feel anything but bone crushing, all consuming love for the man in front of her?

“I know you miss your mom, Jules,” he said, as if to prove the point she hadn’t even voiced out loud. “I know you wish she were here, and I do too. But the best I can do is to bring you here where I know you feel closest to her.”

Luke was her musical partner, her co-writer, her rock, her best friend, her comfort, and her home. She wanted all of him: the good and bad and whatever life threw at them. Julie wanted Luke by her side forever, and she was sure Rose would approve.

“Julie, baby,” Luke addressed her finally. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded as a few tears escaped down her cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will.”

Luke’s grew so big she was sure it had to hurt his face. He slid the ring onto her finger before standing up to cup her face. “These are happy tears, yeah?” His thumb swiped them away.

Julie laughed, albeit shaky and nodded again. “Yes, Luke.”

“Good because otherwise me kissing you in a minute is gonna be a little awkward,” he joked before leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

She pulled back after a beat, pressing her forehead to his. “I love you too, you know.”

Luke’s eyes opened, glancing at her expression before a familiar smile takes over his face once more.

“What?” she asked, a mirroring smile blooming across her face.

“I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I’m the Julie Molina’s fiancé.”

Her responding eye roll is lost in the mess of kisses Luke presses over her face.

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s/o to the time Madi came for Charlie’s throat in a live when she was talking about Paramore and he had no idea 😂

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio” = Stop looking at your boyfriend

#happy juke jeudi!#juke fic #writing prompt #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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The 3 times you annoyed Rafe, and the 1 time he got used to it

Words: 4.5k+ Type: Fluff and mentions of smut Summary: You happen to be slightly annoying when it comes to your friends and you happen to catch the attention of Rafe Cameron. Warnings: Fem!Reader (at least mentions of body parts, no pronouns). Annoying reader. Rafe is very much in love. Mentions of alcohol consumption, parties, sexual activities, poker (?), etc.

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(1)

You’re not exactly an easy person to get along with. You’re, most of the time, in a bad mood and, whenever you aren’t, you just love to annoy people. To this day, you still don’t know how your friends get along with you. You’re quite the annoying person.

You always have an answer to every question, rhetorical or not, and you always know what strings to pull when it comes to other people. You know you’re like this. You can’t say you’re exactly proud of anything that comes from it since this has brought you to too many fights with other people, but you’ve grown used to how you were. And so have your friends. You have known all of them since primary school, so, it’s been a few years since the first time you pulled at their pigtails.

One thing they like to drag you into, which works as some sort of payment for annoying them, is parties. You enjoy the idea of staying home or just maybe hanging out with your friends for an afternoon. But parties? You hate partying. You hate the alcohol everyone seems to drown themselves in, and you hate how you - the most irresponsible person - happen to become the mom of the group for the night... You hate it all.

And that is exactly where they’ve dragged you for the night. The annual bonfire party. The most annoying, according to you, and the one that you’ve seen people get the most wasted in. Which does mean, in a way, that you will have some sort of entertainment. You love to see completely wasted people dance, they don’t even need music most of the time.

You and your friends had just spent the whole day at the beach and right when you were swimming, the idea was brought up. So, all of you just went home, got dressed in the most simple of clothing, and walked right out. You had just put on a white tank top and some shorts over a bikini. One you decided to put back on after the shower because you never know if you need to dive in the ocean and save a friend at these parties.

The party started maybe a few hours ago, but you only got here about an hour before now. Your friends have begun to drink since then, and you’re still trying to get them remotely close to one another in the ground part of the party. They aren’t exactly wasted, but they are already a bit tipsy. Therefore, not sober enough for you to let them be on the upper side of the party.

You sip your own drink here and there while trying to get the most fun out of this, and continuously ignore how you feel random people push up against you or a random elbow hits you in the back once in a few minutes. You do try to get the most fun out of the night, though. Ignoring the downsides, you always sing along with your friends when they do the hand-grabbing-and-screaming-the-lyrics-in-your-face move, and, overall, actually have fun. They'll never know you said that.

You look around as you wait for your friend to come back. She went to grab another drink at the makeshift bar, on the side of the party, and you feel the need to make sure she hasn’t fallen on her face just yet.

“I’m back!” She squeals in excitement, “I got a cherry-something one, it’s really good!”

You nod at her with a slight smile - your way to show your utmost excitement towards her favorite, cherry-flavored stuff. You watch as she goes back to where she was standing before and continues the conversation she was having with one of your other friends. You laugh at how, out of nowhere, she would interrupt herself to scream the lyrics and repeatedly tell all of you “Oh my god, this is totally my song!”.

You finish your drink as you laugh with your other friend about something she began to fill you in on - since she goes to more parties than you, therefore, has a lot to say. You continue to ignore how everyone seems to have to lean against you to walk through the crowd and begin to move a bit to the side to let them walk. Trying to ignore them or not, they’re starting to annoy you.

You bite the inside of your cheek whenever you feel someone elbow you again and swallow down your anger. They’re all drunk, they don’t even know they’re doing something wrong. There’s no use for you to be angry.

But that is when you feel someone actually being thrown against you. Your friend automatically stops talking and pushes the guy off you. Someone pushed him, for sure, so you accept his light and drunken “I’m so sorry”.

As the drunken guy walks away, another someone is pushed, but, this time, this someone is pushed by their own friends and all of them, including him, are finding it hilarious. You would’ve laughed too if his drink hadn’t landed right on your chest.

Your drunk friends gasp dramatically and you look down at your shirt, soaking wet and translucent, showing your bikini. You look up at the culprit to find none other than the man you’ve never cared enough to spare two looks.

Rafe Cameron.

He laughs with his friends and then looks down at you. He doesn’t look apologetic, nor does he look like he’ll ever spit out any sort of apology. You continue to stare at him and conclude that he’s not that drunk, just slightly giggly.

He’s wearing a blue polo and some shorts, his hair a slight mess as the gel must’ve been absorbed slightly with time.

“Shit, my drink.” He comments, looking down at his empty cup.

“Yeah, poor you.” You whisper at yourself.

“Did you say something?” He asks loudly over the music and you stare blankly at him. “Your mouth moved.”

You give him the fakest grin you can pull off.

“No, didn’t say a thing.” You tell him, “Do you have something to say?”

Rafe looks at you, and your annoyance, which has been growing throughout the night, begins to worsen. His two other minions stand behind him. They are clearly drunk, giggling behind Rafe as if he was their invisibility cloak. Hands over their mouths while some giggles escape the loud sound of the music.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, thinking, and then points a finger at your chest.

“Is that my drink?”

“Take a guess, Cameron.”

He lifts his eyes over to yours with interest once you spit his name with anger, and a smile grows on his face. Screw the guy for ruining your shirt, but you can’t say he isn’t attractive.

“Makes your boobs look good.” He comments.

He is most definitely being affected by the alcohol, you can tell when he slows down at a few syllables of his words, but he’s sober enough for you to admit that he is consciously doing this.

You offer him a quick smile, which he thought was real, and he smiles back. You continue to smile as you take a step to the side and take the cherry drink from your friend's hand. The dark red alcoholic drink, which is always all syrup, moves in the cup in your hand, and you don’t hesitate before doing the rest.

You ignore all of the “No” coming from your friends as you’re about to do it, and you smile brightly as the syrupy red drink slides down Rafe Cameron’s face, right after you threw it. His friends laugh behind him in a bit of a shock, and Rafe looks back at you.

He’s not laughing anymore.

You point your finger at his face and smile so brightly that even Rafe couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Made your face look good.” You tilt your head.

You give the empty cup back to your friend and look all through your group. Their drunken minds have brought them to stare at the Kook prince for just a while longer before bursting out in chuckles.

You make them move away to go grab new drinks, and Rafe stares back as you walk off. Who the fuck are you?

(2)

“Kiara, stop talking and take these.”

Kiara looks away from you, and you look back at her mom. She is impatiently looking back at her daughter as she holds two plates in her hands, waiting for Kiara to take them to the table of tourons. Kiara sighs and leans away from the counter to grab onto the plates and walk away.

You’ve been Kiara’s neighbor for a few years now. Your friendship is not as strong as it is with your other friends, but that might be because of the way it started. Your mom was worried that you wouldn’t have friends while growing up, so she actually planned weekend playdates with Kiara and her mom. It was a very forced friendship, and you two didn’t like each other very much.

Now, it’s all tradition, and neither of you wants to break it for the sake of your mothers' friendship.

You two are completely different crowds. You like to be a Kook and be around your kook friends, on the kook side of the beaches and go to kook hangouts. Kiara is everything but that, so you two don’t exactly agree on much.

You lean away from the counter to let them work in peace and go over to one of the tables at the entrance, pulling your phone out of your pocket to get yourself some entertainment. You text a few people and answer anything that Kiara says as she walks by you.

You smile at her as she leaves another half of the sentence untold as she walks away, looking like her legs aren’t letting her stop, and you continue to scroll through your social media. A familiar face appears right away. A simple picture of him with his friends at a pool party at, what you’d assume, one of their houses.

You two only began to follow each other on social media recently. It was all a weird turn of events, but it did happen two days ago, and you haven’t forced yourself to hate yourself just yet.

The doorbell jiggles as the door is pushed open. You ignore the possible other tourons moving into the restaurant to have their early lunch and decide to finally scroll down on the post you were staring at for quite a bit of time. Damn him and his abs.

“You could always stare for a little longer, but I would be careful with the drooling.” A voice says in your ear, making you jump in your seat and look over your shoulder.

Rafe Cameron smiles down at you, and you roll your eyes. You don’t say anything to him just yet and turn back around to face your phone.

“I wasn’t staring, I was making sure you hid the facetune correctly.” You let him know, “You know, people will catch on at one point.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smiles, “What’s fake?” He asks you, with obvious humor in his tone.

You scroll up for the fun of it and feel Rafe lean down again, his head right by yours. You take a look at the picture again and squint as if to actually get a good look at the non-existent photoshop.

“Right here,” You point at the line of his shoulder, “You’re stretched enough to seem like someone can lay over your shoulder. That’s fake and,” You look at him this time, “Bad photoshop.”

Rafe stares back at you, a smile pulling at his lips, and the two of you just stand there, staring at one another as if to see who laughs first but simply inches apart.

“You could start answering my texts.” He changes the subject.

You smile brightly at him.

“What? One date and you already got clingy, Cameron?” You ask him, faking a pout in pity.

He smiles back at you and pulls back, standing back to his full height. You continue to stare at him, shamelessly, and he looks back.

“Want to have the second one today?” He asks you, and you break into a smile again.

“You wish.” You tell him, “I have plans.”

“What plans?” He asks.

“Ones more important than you.” You tell him, “Now, move along. You’re blocking my view of the kitchen.”

Kiara must already be planning how to cut you into little pieces and serve you at lunch hour, at this point. You two could disagree on a lot of things, but, if she sees you with Rafe, you know she won’t hesitate into breaking traditions and your mothers’ hearts.

“What about tomorrow?” He asks.

“Still can’t.” You tell him. Tomorrow’s Sunday, you’re still with Kiara.

“When are you free then?”

“I’ll text you the date.” You tell him quickly.

He gives you a doubtful look, and you smile at that. You may or may not be leaving him on read for these past two days, even when you’ve been shamelessly staring at his pictures on Instagram.

“Fine.” You tell him, “Monday?”

Rafe cringes dramatically at the date, and you take a deep breath, just as dramatic.

“I have plans.” He tells you.

“Cancel it.” You shrug.

He bites his tongue in annoyance but still with his smile, and you get up from your chair to move back to your place by the counter to annoy Kiara. You pat his chest and walk away.

Kiara wasn’t looking, surprisingly, this whole time. She turns back to the front to face you, once she’s done helping her dad with something, and you two rebegin your conversation. No tables to serve and nothing to help with, she can finally finish telling you what she’s been trying to say this whole time.

Rafe stares at you still and tries to ignore the little annoying voice in his mind. You can be annoying but you do haunt his mind every time you walk off. He’s supposed to go fishing with his dad on Monday, should he just cancel it?

He stares for a bit longer, and you laugh at something Kiara just said. Fuck it, he’s getting that second date on Monday.

(3)

“Shit.” You exclaim while breathing heavily.

You fall onto Rafe’s sweaty chest, and you two lay in the silence for a bit. Your sweaty bodies against one another as the two of you try and get your breathing to calm down. Your hand lays over his shoulder as your forehead lays on his peck. His hands stay by your hips still, previously holding onto them to a point of possible bruising, and his head lays back on your pillow.

You lift your head after some time and look up at him. He looks at you as well, and you pull yourself up slightly. Your lips lay over his, and his hand moves away from your hip to hold the back of your head. The kiss is soft and sweet, something you two seem to find yourselves doing every time you’re done having sex.

Three official dates later, and you two already have sex throughout the weeks with absolutely no shame. There hasn’t been any officializing of some sort of a relationship, to your friends' disappointment, but these late-night activities have slowly become a routine.

Rafe holds onto you while your lips don’t separate and sits up, making you whine with slight discomfort against his lips. His hand moves down and touches the softness of your skin, up and down your back. Your fingers find his hair at the back of his head and move through the strands, sometimes pulling on them slightly.

You pull away and look back at Rafe for a bit. Both of you have grown tired with the night, but neither of you is pulling one another away. You move your eyes over to your alarm at the bedside table and see that it’s already 2 AM.

“Are you spending the night here?” You ask him before bringing your eyes back to him.

“Not unless you want me to.” He answers.

You roll your eyes at him and his smirk for obvious teasing. There may or may not have been a night where you asked him to stay at your place for the night. He did with absolutely no hesitation, but Rafe is Rafe and he likes to tease you back for everything that you do.

You stand from his lap slowly and move over to go to the bathroom.

“Just leave some covers for me, this time.” You tease back while you walk into your bathroom.

Rafe smiles as you say that.

“Move closer to me and you will always have covers.” He tells you before you close the door.

He waits for you to be done, and when you walk out, you’re already wearing a t-shirt over your naked body. You walk back to the bed and remember what he said before you used the bathroom.

“I’m not cuddling with you in the overbearing heat of this summer.” You tell him seriously.

“I didn’t say anything about cuddling.” He tells you back, “But if you want to, that’s what the AC’s for.” He offers right after he finishes his other sentence.

You smile at him and sit back down on the bed.

“That answer was quick.” You tell him teasingly, “Did you already have plans on cuddling me to sleep, Cameron?”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you now. You always seem to have baggage with your teasing, it never ends.

He lays back down on the bed, with his head over your pillow, and looks back at you. You watch him as he doesn’t move, his whole torso still exposed while the rest of his body is covered by the white covers.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?” He asks you, lifting his arm.

“You do it all the time.” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, well, you lost your privilege to stare at me when you commented on my hogging of the blankets.”

You smile at him and reach over him to your bedside table. Rafe watches as you grab the small controller and click on the buttons to lower the temperature of the room. He smiles, even though you can’t see it, and you put back down the controller.

You move slightly on the bed and lay down beside Rafe, pulling the covers to cover the both of you ever so slightly. Your head lays on his chest and his arm, which has still been in the air this whole time, finally rests around your back. Your arm rests by his side and you close your eyes after a few seconds of silence.

Rafe stares at the ceiling for some more time and, after just a few minutes, he feels your breathing against his chest soften. He looks down to find you sleeping peacefully. A small smile appears on his lips and his hand caresses your back softly.

He can always get used to your teasing.

+ 1

It’s one of those days when everyone is at the beach. Some people are surfing, some sunbathing, and others just drinking in the corner or playing some sort of game. All kinds of them. It’s all good fun, and you get to spend some time with your friends.

You all are just walking back to your towels after playing some volleyball with some random locals and a few tourons (and also after you washed the sand away from you at the sea). Your friends have begun to plan on getting some food since the sun is already setting and also because all you’ve eaten today is fruit and one sandwich split by all 4 of you.

You all dry yourselves super quickly with your towels and get some clothes on. Some of your friends prefer to just put on their shirts, while you put on your shorts and your other friend puts on her dress. You’re quick to grab all of your backpacks and follow each other over the now not-so-scalding sand.

You step onto the wooden planks and all share a nice conversation while walking towards the nearby restaurants, just by the entrance of the beach.

“No! I hate their food, can we please go to another one?” One of your friends says as soon as she notices where you’re all walking towards.

No one fights to eat at that place and you all continue to walk and check the other options. Some people are sitting on the outside tables that each establishment offers and hiding under the shade of their umbrellas. Almost no place has free chairs or tables, except for the ones inside, but you don’t want to risk sitting where there’s no AC - happened once, and you will never do it again.

“Isn’t that Topper?” One of the girls asks.

You look up to see your boyfriend's best friend closing the trunk of his car and beginning to walk towards one of the restaurants. One of the girls shouts out his name, and he turns around, offering a smile as soon as he sees who it is.

He waits until all of you get to him, and you greet each other.

“The guys are just on that one over there.” He points at a restaurant in the distance, “I just had to go grab a shirt in my car.”

Before all of you could say or ask anything, he turns back around and all of you see the sunburn on his back - explaining the need for the t-shirt.

The whole group walks over to the restaurant he just pointed at and you see Rafe, Kelce, and some other 3 guys sitting around a table. All of them have beers near them and cards in their hands. What surprises you is that there’s no money at the center of the table. These guys love to lose money at any given moment - so, it is weird, indeed.

As all of you get near the restaurant, some of them look up and greet you, getting everyone else’s attention. The whole rest of the group of the boys are occupying the other tables and they're all sitting in one big circle.

“We’ll go and make our orders inside.” One of your friends tells you, “Do you want the usual?”

“Yes, please.” You smile at her.

They all walk over inside the establishment and you go over to Rafe, who’s staring at his cards thoughtfully. He looks up when you get close to him and smiles when he notices that it’s you.

“Hi.” You tell him before leaning down to give him a kiss.

He whispers back the greeting and steals a quick kiss before looking back down at his cards. You walk over to behind him and have your head just near his, staring at his hand of cards.

You watch as they play a few rounds and, soon, your friends get back with the food in their hands. You grab it but watch the game as it goes around.

“What does the winner get?” One of your friends asks.

“Eternal pride.” Kelce tells her.

“Uh,” She says and you lean your chin on Rafe’s shoulder, “You never do it without money.”

“We changed the rules.” Topper tells her.

“Why?” You ask, curious.

“Some touron already won a few too many games against us.” Rafe explains and you and your friends can’t help but laugh.

Knowing that nothing is on the line in this game, you sip your drink and look over at Rafe’s cards again. You whisper in his ear to play a specific one, and he turns his head to look at you with a knowing smile.

“You want me to lose the game?�� He asks you.

You don’t answer him and watch as he plays a way better card. The new round comes around and you lean in to point at an even worse card to play. Rafe watches you do it and plays another one. You laugh by his ear, and your chuckles make your boyfriend smile at the sound. You tap another one and he, this time, flicks your hand away, making your friends laugh, this time.

There are a few rounds that you don’t do anything, just to build some inconsistency to your annoying tries to make your boyfriend lose. This time, you actually grab the card and slightly pull at it.

“I will bite your hand off.” Rafe says while chuckling and flicking your hand again.

You lean your head on his shoulder again and he leans his head against yours as the game goes on. He sees your hand approaching his cards, and Topper sees it too.

“If it’s pulled out, you need to play it.” He tells his best friend, getting a glare for him. “New rule.”

Rafe, knowing that you will jump on the opportunity, grabs your hand and does the first thing that comes to mind and traps it under his chin as he plays the best card he can before you release your hand. He offers you a smile in complete pride in himself for being able to win you once more, and you smile back.

Once Kelce is playing, Rafe sees your hand approaching again.

“I will throw you in the water.” He threatens you in a whisper, making you laugh beside him.

When it’s time, both of you reach for the cards as quickly as you can. Rafe is able to pull your hand away before grabbing the first card he sees and throwing it on the table. Yet it takes a few seconds for him to realize what he just did.

He pulled the exact same card you wanted him to, the weakest one. He stares ahead, trying to hold onto the laughter that wants to escape him, and you try to muffle your chuckles underneath your hand right next to him.

Not even 3 rounds later, Rafe loses and is out of the game. He looks right at you, crediting you the whole fault behind his loss, and you smile adorably at him.

“Just wait, babe, you’ll be the next one to play.” He tells you with his smirk.

You laugh at him and give him a kiss on the cheek as he leans back on his chair, wrapping your arm around him across his chest. The two of you talk in whispers as the guys continue to concentrate on the game. Sometimes you kiss his cheek, and there’s once when Rafe steals a quick kiss when you’re just waiting for his answer on a question he didn’t even hear.

Your friends stare at the two of you a few times and feel their hearts melt at the sight. You aren’t always kissing or doing much PDA, but it’s the way you two look at one another while the other speaks that makes them stare. You two can be the most improbable and annoying couple ever, but you don’t belong with anyone else but each other.

“Remind me to throw a drink in someone’s face one day.” One of your friends whispers at Topper.

“Will do.” He whispers back while staring at the two of you.

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i have no self control so i finished it today

here’s chapter 1 out of idfk! I vehemently refuse to plan things in advance beyond just various scenes I want to happen :D

I’m actually super excited for this one and really proud of it so I hope y’all like it as much as I do!

tw: parental neglect ig this is different from what I normally write

“Honestly, Wilbur, house arrest?!” His mother scolded him. Wilbur sighed and dropped his bags at the door, pushing up his glasses to rub his eyes, pointedly looking away from his mom. “I don’t hear from you in years and I suddenly get a random call that says you’re getting dumped at my house because you’ve been put under house arrest??” “I know, I’m sorry mum-“ “Were you just planning to drop off the face of the earth? Would you have just never come back here if you weren’t arrested? What were you arrested for? Why wouldn’t they just drop you off at your house? You’re an adult-“ “That’s pretty simple, I don’t have one.” “Wilbur!!”

Wilbur walked over to the couch and dropped himself on it, head in his hands. He could feel his mother’s eyes on him, staring and trying to take in how much he’d changed. He couldn’t blame her. He’d left when he was 18 to pursue music, and look at where that got him. Homeless, lonely, and arrested, the court ordered anklet digging uncomfortably into his skin at a measly 21 years old. He was a mess. An exhausted, hopeless mess.

He heard quiet footsteps as his mother came to sit next to him, and a warm arm laid over his shoulder. “You know I love you. I don’t care that you were arrested, or why you were, I really don’t. But…why didn’t you come home? I’ll always be here to help you, you know that, right? Did I…did I do something wrong?” “No!” Wilbur quickly said, head still in his hands. “No, you’re a wonderful mother, i’m just a terrible son. I..I don’t know why I didn’t come home, I’m sorry, but it’s not your fault.” His mother sighed and pulled him closer, and he relished in the comfortable silence. It had been so long since he had felt like anyone around him actually cared, and yet his mothers patience and love for him was seemingly endless, even now, even for a horrible fuck up son like him. He didn’t deserve her. If he was being honest with himself, that’s why he didn’t come back home to her when times got tough for him. Why should she have to deal with him? It wasn’t her fault that he turned out a wreck, she did the best she could as a single mother, even putting aside her passions while she put her whole focus into him.

Speaking of that, since he left, she certainly seemed to pick her interests back up, if the messy house was any indication. Or maybe messy wasn’t the right word, maybe so trashed and horder-like that it was hard to believe anyone actually lived here. Wilbur looked up from his hands to fully take in the mess that completely covered the main floor of the house. Walls were covered in taped up drawings of creatures of all kind, floors covered in similar scribbles and notes. There were some cabinets with small observation cases full of taxidermic bugs and what looked to be small…weapons? Saddles?

Well, her collection had definitely grown in the past few years.

“I see your hobby has been going well.” Wilbur said, trying to deflect the situation. Luckily for him, he knew his mother. And if there was anything that could distract her, it was asking her about her odd fascination with all things tiny. “Oh! Yeah, I forgot it’s been a while since you’ve been here. My collection had grown…a fair bit. I haven’t touched your room, though! It’s the same as it’s been, things have just been…messier.” She said, getting up to show him around. He chuckled softly as he watched her make her way around the room, carefully avoiding the piles and piles of documents scattered around the floor. She stopped at a wall of computers, pointing up at them. “I’m close, though. I have cameras set up all over the forest, and I don’t think they’ve noticed them…yet. They’re fast, but I think I have some arguable proof.”

His mother leaned over the keyboard, frantically searching for whatever new clip she had. Wilbur smiled. He couldn’t say he actually believed in any of it, despite what she had taught him growing up. Of course the idea was fun, but the older he got, the harder it was to suspend his disbelief that there may be tiny people living in the forest. How his mom kept that childlike faith in her beliefs despite the lack of proof for years and years he couldn’t know, but he was happy for her. She had something to put her heart into and believe in, and Wilbur had forgotten what that was like after music had proven to be a bust.

He snapped back to the screen as his mom made an excited noise and leaned back to point at the screen. “See! There!” Wilbur looked for a moment before taking a few very careful steps around her findings and towards the screen. It was a blurry freeze frame; one smaller brown and reddish bird, one small brown-ish spec, and a much larger black blur that seemed almost iridescent. A couple of birds and a bug, probably, the finch looking one in the lead and the large black bird and bug close behind. “Mom I’m sorry, but…what evidence am I supposed to be seeing in a bird chase?” “That’s a raven,” she pointed to the black bird, “that bird is most likely a common redpoll, and judging from the wing color and shape that’s probably a bee. But here’s the thing!” She swung back to Wilbur, an excited, manic look in her eye. And people wondered where he got his crazy from. Certainly wasn’t his father, he never knew the bastard. “The bee is out of the Ravens sight, so it isn’t chasing a food source.” She continued. “Ravens don’t go after other bird species, either, and there’s no reason a bee would chase a potential predator. But look here,” she pointed back to the screen and Wilbur leaned closer, the fuzz of the old tv brushing against his face. “you see it?”

Looking where she was pointing, there were a few thin brown straps on the bird, and a small blurry green and slightly yellow blob on its back. The raven had a spot on it where the black wasn’t as iridescent, where it looked like something was wrapped around it. It also had something on it’s back; a greyish blob with more hints of brown and black and also white, weirdly enough. And looking at the bee, it also looked like it was missing a few legs, and was built strangely, along with having something green on it. He looked back to his mom, who looked more proud of herself than he’d seen her be in years. He was sure everything on screen had a logical explanation, but who was he to break his poor mother’s heart?

“That’s great! That’s really, really amazing mom.” He said as she squealed and hugged him. “I knew you would think so!” she leaned back, hands still on his arms as she made eye contact with him and sighed. “Fuck, here I am rambling when you’ve still got settling in to do. Let’s get your bags and head upstairs, yeah? Your old room is waiting for you, and who knows how long it’s been since you slept in a bed, you impossible child.” She said, letting go and grabbing his two measly bags and guitar case. Wilbur rolled his eyes and took his guitar case from her, given that it was the heaviest. “Hey, I’m not impossible, I’m stubborn, and I get that from you, y’know.” He heard his mom mockingly repeat him and scoff from the top of the steps, and he laughed. God, he’d missed her.

~~~

“I swear to fucking god!” Phil yelled, storming his way through his castle, Techno walking quickly behind, struggling to keep pace. “I need him for one thing and he just fucking disappears! It’s a miracle I haven’t strangled that child with my bare hands.” He stopped momentarily to command more guards to triple check Tommy’s room, and Techno finally managed to catch up, panting slightly. “You know this isn’t unlike him, Phil. He likes to do his own thing, wonder where he gets that from.” “I get that he’s too much like me for his own good, but at least I was always able to take account of myself and get my shit done.” Phil responded with venom in his tone. “He’s irresponsible, he’s brash, he’s rude, I don’t know how he ended up like this or what I could have done better for him.” “I’d respond but I’m assuming that was rhetorical…” he muttered under his breath. “What was that, Techno?” “Nothing, your majesty.”

Phil continued his walk and ended up out of the palace, the sky above them turning a dark grey and a low rumble of thunder cracking through the silence. Phil, however, seemed undeterred, ending up by his stable, his trusty crow waiting for him. He pet the bird’s beak gestured to a few more guards. “Get Brian saddled, I’m heading out for a bit.” “Do you really think this is necessary?” “You forget, Techno, Tommy thinks he’s so smart, but I’m his father. He’s the teenager and I’m the adult; I’m always a step ahead.” He said, holding up his necklace. A chunky green emerald swung from a thin leather rope, identical to one that Tommy wore every day. “I thought that was to help Tommy with his magic?” “It is…mostly,” Phil said, dropping the necklace back down to his chest. “It has a lot of magic stored in it, Tommy’s does, too. His is a chip off from mine, after all. In a pinch, though, it can be used to track. As long as Tommy is wearing his, I can get him to me. If I was truly in a desperate situation, I could call Tommy to me right now. But as it stands, that takes far too much of the necklace’s power, and he just needs to learn a lesson about refusing his duties and disobeying his father.” “It’s a magic session, Phil, he practices all the time, it can’t be that much of a deal. Besides, there’s a storm coming, this isn’t a good idea.” “He’s been blowing them off for 2 months,” Phil said, straddling his bird, Brian cooing softly. “And he knows that I’m rarely ever free for them, he needs to take this more seriously if he’s going to lead. Besides, if he’s still not home before the storm starts, that’s all the more reason to find him before he lets himself get hurt.”

“Phil-“ “I’ll be ok, I promise, mate.” Phil said, eyes softening as he leaned down to his right hand man. “I’ve never lied to you before have I?” “…no, sir.” Techno said, defeated. “Have a safe flight, I’ll see you home soon. If you don’t come back with Tommy by nightfall I’m coming to find you myself.” “Relax, I‘ll be fine. I run this goddamn forest, remember?” And with that, Phil was off, Brian taking off like a shot off the stable’s branch.

Techno couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut as he watched Phil shrink into the distance.

~~~

Wilbur was settling in as well as he thought he would be. One thing he’d grown to hate in his short amount of time at his old house was his court ordered punishment. Other than the ankle monitor, he had to do “community service.” Of course, the court hadn’t known at the time that there was literally no community to service for miles and miles at his house, and he didn’t have a license anymore (you do donuts on a private frozen lake one time) (ok maybe 6 but that guy was an asshole). So his “community service” consisted of cleaning up the forest; turns out that the one and only road near the forest was a pretty popular spot for passerby’s to toss trash. Most of his afternoons were spent along the side of a mostly undisturbed road that had way more trash that it logically should for how new the road seemed; he doubted anyone other than the jail car he’d been driven down in had been on the road for months.

Still, he donned the eye-sore yellow “hey! i’ve been to jail and i’m serving my sentence to community!” vest and grabbed a beanie and fingerless gloves. It was spring, but under all the overhang of the trees he knew it’d feel cooler than it was, which he accounted for when he put on a yellow flannel sweater and thick slightly dirty and ripped jeans, ones he wouldn’t mind getting dirty since he was going to be kneeling on the dirt. One step onto his porch told him it was also definitely gonna storm, the sky growing dark and that spring-time smell of rain filling his senses. He decided to lace up heavy steel toed and already worn and muddied work boots and threw a thick grey hooded t-shirt on for good measure under the vest in case it (or more like when it) rained. He wished he had better than a simple hood, but he didn’t know where the umbrellas were. He’d love to ask his mother, but she had already head out that morning to double check that her cameras wouldn’t be damaged by the rain.

He hoped she just got out before the storm.

~~~

Phil flew faster as the wind started to pick up and the thunder grew louder. Brian was sturdy, and above all else fast, but Phil knew his bird’s limits. He was getting tired, and Phil wasn’t any closer to Tommy somehow. He wished his stupid crystal could work better, but it was really a game of hot or cold until he got close enough to Tommy that the shard gave him some magic feeling that his son was close by and could lead him from there. It was stupid and time consuming, but he couldn’t risk just calling Tommy to him. Turns out he probably should have listened to Techno; this storm was shaping up to be a big one, and he knew he’d need the extra magic his necklace provided in order to repair whatever damage the rain caused to his forest.

He ended up near the tar strip through the middle of his forest (the damn humans put it there years ago, and though their cursed machines came through the forest sometimes, those instances were few and far between, thankfully)(still, fuck those humans). He may hate it, but it ran through the forest somewhat evenly, so he’d be able to hopefully sense at least what side of it Tommy was on if he just went down the middle.

The storm was getting heavier, but he couldn’t give up now. There was no sign of Tommy. Phil realized at some point that his concern had shifted from “i have to teach him a lesson about wasting my time” to “oh god where is my son is he ok.” He wasn’t surprised though, really. He did truly, really care about his son, even if Tommy didn’t think so. If he had all the time in the world, he’d spend it with him, he would. But he can’t. He’d wanted to be the one to teach Tom to read, to watch his first steps, to see him grow into the young man he was now. But he hadn’t. Tommy had been raised by royal staff who’s names Phil had never cared to know. He’d been there to hear Tommy’s first word, though, but he wished it would have been under better circumstances.

It had been “Tech,” and he’d said it while witnessing one of the most brutal and gut-wrenching arguments he’d ever had with Technoblade, out of the few they’ve fought. He’d learned that Techno was skipping his guard duties in secret to spend time with Tommy. And he’d been outraged, for some reason. He’d burst into a room where Techno was telling a harmless tale to a baby Tommy and screamed at him for neglecting his duty and fooling off instead. Tommy had people to be there for him, and Phil had never cleared Techno to be one of them. Techno argued that Tommy needed someone who cared about him, not just people who were rewarded for giving him food and attention. He needed people who wanted him, and Phil clearly didn’t. It’d stung like a knife to the chest at the time, but he knew where Techno was coming from now.

The fight grew worse and worse for minutes before he’d heard the desperation in Tommy’s infant babble. They were silenced as tears rolled down his chubby infant cheeks when he realized someone who he cared about was so upset, calling out to the only person who’d ever shown him voluntary affection. And it hadn’t been Phil. It wasn’t his father, it was his father’s guard and friend. Even now, though Tommy didn’t associate with Techno as much anymore since he was always with Phil, Tommy loved Techno more than Phil. And Phil would never resent Techno for that. He trusted Techno with his life, and if Tommy had to look up to someone other than Phil, he was glad it was his most trusted confidant, but he couldn’t stop it from hurting.

His kingdom thrived, his people were happy, and his son hated him. It was just a fact of his life, at this point. Even when Phil did his best to reconnect with Tommy when he was younger, when he was finally becoming his own person, it all went downhill. They’d been the closest they’d ever been for those few years, but it all plummeted in one conversation, and Tommy never saw him the same again after that.

All he could hope is that someday, when Tommy is king, he’ll see how hard it is, and know that his dad did his best to keep him safe and happy.

~~~

Wilbur sighed as he pulled his hood farther over his head to keep his glasses from getting wet as rain started down. Yup, he’d been right. Definitely rain. Should’ve worn contacts. Damn, and he’d just started down the road, it’d be hours till he was done for the day. Still, he sighed and picked up packets of chips and broken beer bottles with his cold slippery metal trash-grabber-thing and shoved them into a garbage bag.

Unfortunately, things only got worse the longer he was out there. He’d made it fairly deep into the woods at that point, but the rain pounded onto him like hail and thunder roared around him. He just honest to god wanted to go home and sit with a cup of tea and listen to his mom ramble about whatever new thing she’d seen in woods. But lucky him, his ankle shackle tracked his movements. He was only allowed to be in the house and a little ways into the front or backyard during the day. During his torture hours (that’s what he liked to call his court ordered punishments), he was not allowed to be in the house. Instead, he had to remain on the road and somewhat into the woods for his designated amount of hours or else he’d get a couple of very stern police officers at the front door telling his mother that he was on thin ice and to do what he was ordered to unless he wanted jail time. He did not, thank you very much.

He flinched as lightning struck a tree a ways behind him. Holy shit, this was actually getting pretty bad. Was his mom still out here? Had she gone home when the rain started? God, he hoped so. But all he could do for now was pick shit up and wait it out.

It wouldn’t be that long till he got home.

~~~

Phil panted, barely able to breathe through his panic as he pushed Brian to go faster. Rain started to pound on him, but he didn’t care. He was becoming frenzied. Oh god, where was Tommy? Was he hurt? Was he back at the castle, having heard the thunder and realizing that it was stupid to be out on his own? Brian softly chittered beneath him, but he could barely process it. Phil had to find Tommy. He just had to. He couldn’t leave his little boy out here alone, cold, scared…

Phil yelped as Brian swerved out of his control, landing on a nearby tree branch that only somewhat shielded them from the storm. “Brian, wh-“ He heard a soft coo and only then felt minute quivering beneath him. He reached out a hand and felt his wings, which were shaking badly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, buddy, you’re probably pretty tired, huh…” He said, getting off the crow and petting his head. Brian pressed his head lightly into Phil’s hand as a response, and Phil reached over to his saddle and pulled out some berries and a water pouch, holding them out in front of Brian. He immediately perked up and opened his beak a little bit, enough for Phil to drop the food and pour water in. Brian cooed and nestled down onto the branch a bit more. Phil sighed and sat down next to him; seemed like they wouldn’t be moving for a little while.

They sat in silence for a while, Phil listening to the raid patter violently on the leaves above him while some stray droplets broke through and struck where he sat. He tried to even his breathing and think with a level head, but to no avail. He tapped his foot anxiously with no other way to get his nervous energy out, pulling at some of the leaves on his wrists. If Techno were here, he’d tell him to stop, but as it was, Phil was left to sit with his own thoughts as the storm raged around him.

Until the worst happened.

He wasn’t sure why his mind hadn’t registered the thunder around him. Maybe he’d gotten so used to hearing it in the past few hours, maybe he just didn’t think enough of it to even process it. All he knew after the fact was that it had been so loud it made the forest around him shake and caused a violent thud in his chest, but he hadn’t heard the warning until it was too late.

The clap of lightning around him was deafening, and snapped him out of whatever anxious spell he was in. Brian practically screamed as the trunk and the branch they were sitting broke with a ear crunching snap and heat engulfed him for a moment. He felt petals burn as pain bloomed in him and felt the gust of wind as Brian lifted in the air to avoid being hit or burned, lurching his wings downwards to try and grab Phil. And as much as Phil loved Brian, he was fast, not agile.

No amount of speed could help Phil as Brian’s beak barely missed one of his remaining petals and Phil felt himself free fall towards his forest floor. Those seconds felt like a lifetime, some parts of him knowing that he could save himself if he called onto his magic, some parts reminiscing on would happen to his kingdom, his best friend, his son…

would Tommy miss him?

He closed his eyes as the muddied grass grew closer and closer. He wasn’t sure what he wanted his last thought to be, he wasn’t sure why he was worried about it, all he could do was accept his death, knowing that once he hit the cold ground the earth would reclaim him and he’d become part of the forest he’d worked so hard to lead.

Phil landed hard, but…it didn’t feel like the cold ground he was expecting. It was damp, sure, but…warm. He heard Brian screech, but shockingly heard a different noise in response. He heard a gasp from a voice he’d never heard. It was a woman, he thought, but he couldn’t focus in on anything she said after or what was going on. He was fading out quickly, but he was alive, for now at least. The ground below him moved, the warmth starting to surround him, and the rain stopped hitting him. He should have been more concerned about what was going on, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stay awake anymore.

As he faded out of consciousness, he didn’t notice the lack of the weight that normally hung from his neck.

~~~

Logically, Kristin knew she should have gotten out of the storm before it got this bad. But she’d never really been on logic’s side, why start now?

She had started to run home when the thunder got worse, though.

Her rain boots pounded heavily on the road as she sprinted back to her house. Jeez, she hoped Wilbur’s officers could cut him a break with this one. She’d lived in this forest for over a decade and this was the worst storm she’d seen in a long, long while. Wilbur was never usually one to take instructions too seriously, so she hoped he’d just given up on the minimum hours and fucked off to go home. But she knew he also didn’t want to be in jail in case the officers were as heartless as she was lead to believe, so she couldn’t really be sure.

She practically jumped out of her skin as lightning hit a tree beside her, the leaves immediately starting to burn as bits of the top broke away and fell to the forest floor. It was getting dangerous out here, she needed to go-

And she would have if a bird hadn’t screamed.

God damn her good hearted nature, it was going to get her killed one of these days.

She ran over to the tree in time to see the bird lunging down towards a broken branch, trying to reach out to somethi-

Holy fuck.

Kristin’s eyes widened as she saw something- no, someone- falling, and falling fast. Someone green, though accented with yellow and a couple white petals, though most of what she could assume were longer ones had now been burnt back.

Holy shit, it was one of them.

Kristin ran faster and practically threw herself to the ground to catch them, the little person falling into her hands just in time. Holy shit, it was a little person. Here, in her hands, was a little man. She could barely breathe as she held him closer, taking in every detail she could. They seemed to be around her age, and they looked like a guy, but who knows how their gender roles worked in their role. God, who knew how anything worked! She had so much to ask! She could barely believe it, she’d finally done it! She got one!

She was snapped out of her thoughts as the bird screamed again, frantically flapping its wings and hopping towards her. She at first assumed it had just been hunting the little guy in her hands as a food source, but she then took notice of the green leaf-made saddle on its back. Ah, so the bird belonged to the green guy, it seemed like she’d been right in her hypothesis that the tiny people rode them to get around. It hobbled closer, and her thoughts were cut off as she gasped.

She hadn’t fully realized the damage to the bird; a few of the feathers were damaged on one side, especially on it’s wing, and it’s feet were swollen, probably from the heat. Along with that, it was shaking violently and trying valiantly to get back to its rider.

She cooed as she gently picked it up with one hand, the other still holding the small guy. It tried to fight, but in its exhaustion she guessed that it couldn’t do much. “It’s ok, little birdy, I won’t hurt you,” she cooed, closing her hand around the tiny and holding him against her chest under her coat to keep him dry. He hadn’t made a move, so she could only assume he’d fainted on impact, if he even could faint. To be honest, she wasn’t even sure if he was alive, but the fact that the crow was trying to hard to get back to him gave her hope. “We’re gonna go back to my house and fix you both up.” She slowly stood, and cringed when she realized her entire front was absolutely caked in mud, but she shrugged it off.

After all, an extra load of laundry and a shower were little to pay to see her life’s dedication paid off.

She couldn’t wait to show Wilbur.

~~~

“Phil? I’m home!” Tommy yelled. Walking into the entryway of the palace he lived in, completely drenched. He hadn’t meant to be out this long, he’s just gotten so caught up with his friends that he hasn’t realized time had passed. It was hard to tell when night fell when the entire sky was dark with a storm.

He’d only gone out to help Tubbo deliver some honey, but he and Ranboo had started talking and Tubbo had more deliveries to make so Tommy and Ranboo went to the tree base and invited Tubbo to join them when he was done. Tommy would have loved to stay at Dream’s place, but in case his dad ever found out where he’d been wandering off to he wanted the Bog king to have plausible deniability. He had started showing Ranboo all the stuff Tubbo had given him after trading with boggins, and it had turned into a fun game of “I’ll give a completely batshit description for this and then you’ll tell me what it’s actually for.” One thing looked like a torture device but was used for cutting rougher letter, and another was just a hairbrush, which Ranboo was surprised Tommy had never heard of since bugfolk used them, but hey, Tommy didn’t get out much.

Tubbo came over for a minute but left when the sky grew darker, since he couldn’t fly in the rain and had to get home before the storm. Tommy only went home once the lightning started, and Henry starting chirping, and Tommy could weirdly tell how concerned she was. Him and Ranboo also agreed that the top of a really high tree was not where they wanted to be in a potential lightning storm, so they’d parted ways for the day.

But Tommy hadn’t expected the palace to be empty, practically. Man, was the storm bad enough that the staff had gone home? He wandered his halls for a bit before he heard a voice behind him. “Tommy?” He spun frantically, only to sigh when he saw Technoblade. He dramatically caught his breath and walked over to him. “Whew, you scared the shit outta me, Blade, where’s dadza?” “He’s not with you…?” That made Tommy pause. “Nooo…should he be?” Tommy asked apprehensively, but Techno looked absolutely panicked. “He…he went out looking for you earlier. Like, this morning. You didn’t show up for your lesson with him and he said something about wasting his time and flew off with Brian. They haven’t been back.”

“…what?” His dad had gone out…looking for him? Wasn’t he more concerned about the storm? The forest? Why was Tommy the concern there? His dad rarely gave a flying fuck when he missed their lessons, why did he have to pick today of all days to throw a hissy fit and run after him? “Oh god, ok…how..how do we find him?” “I have no idea.” Techno answered, as blatantly honest as usual, but the stoic look having been replaced with fear. They both stood in silence for a moment before Techno put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Ok, I’m going to go looking for him. You’re gonna stay here and see if you can bring him back.” What? “But how am I-“

Techno reached to the emerald around Tommy’s neck, held by a thin leather strap, the same as his father’s. Pretty much the only tying them to each anymore. “Phil explained earlier that your crystals are connected. He went out looking for you knowing that the necklace would signal him when you were close by. He also said that if need be, there’s some magic property that can call one crystal to the other, since they’re just pieces of each other. He didn’t earlier since it would have taken too much power and he didn’t know how bad the storm would get, but I think we’re to that point. I don’t know shit about magic, but according to him, you should be able to use the crystal to summon him here.”

Tommy stared wide eyes at him for a moment. “I- i don’t know how to do that…I can’t-” “It’s alright, you can do it, I know you can. If if you can’t, I’ll keep looking until I find him. It’ll all be ok.” Techno said, leaning Tommy into a hug. God, this must be serious, Techno was never this emotional. “O-ok, I’ll do my best.” Techno leaned back, smiling at Tommy before clapping him on the shoulders. “You’re a good kid, Tommy. I’ll be back.” He said, walking off. He hoped Techno would be ok. The storm had been getting progressively better little by little, but it was still pretty harsh.

Tommy went up to his room and sat on the floor. Ok, so he was basically trying to learn teleportation, no biggie, just…teleport someone. Yeah, he could do that. He bring Phil back and he’d yell at Tommy for missing another lesson and he’d yell back that it was how he felt when his dad missed his entire childhood and inevitably someone would bring up mom, god forbid, and it’d end with two slammed doors like it had at least three other times that week. Great, he was so looking forward to that.

…why was he doing this again?

Tommy groaned and hit the heel of his hand against his head. His dad may be a bigoted asshole to his two best friends and a shitty father on the best of days, but he didn’t deserve to die in a lightning storm. His heart clenched at the idea that he may be too late, that he’d never see his father again and it would have been his fault since he didn’t go to that stupid magic lecture earlier.

He tried to convince himself that it was only because he didn’t want the weight of his father’s death on his shoulders. That the sore feeling in his chest was annoyance and minor guilt. He didn’t miss his dad, he didn’t care about him at all anymore.

He didn’t.

Tommy breathed in and out deeply, closing his eyes and taking the emerald off his neck, clutching it tightly in his hands. He could feel the magic practically emanating from it, and did his best to find a similar power. His dad said when he needed to do more intense magic, he used the stone to feel out the life force in the forest that needed help. He’d taken Tommy to a cracked tree once and it had taken a while, but he’d managed to ground himself enough that he felt with the tree, and used his and the stones magic to redirect energy into it and heal it. He imagined the sensation would be something like that. If he could feel specific individual forces of nature, he could feel out a magic gemstone. He could do it.

As he started to concentrate more, and as he felt his own forces spread from himself to the walls of his room and his home and the whole forest around him, the stone started to glow.

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Fucking. Finally.

The storm had…somewhat slowed down. Enough that Wilbur wasn’t getting even more soaked on his way home. Though, to be fair, he felt like he would never be dry again, he was soaked to the bone.

He walked down one side of the street under the branches. Since the storm had let up, the sun had come back with a vengeance and he was wearing very thick and warm clothes. He was already drenched, he didn’t want to add sweat to that.

To give himself credit where it was due, though, walking back, the road looked a whole lot cleaner than it had previously. It may not have justified hauling his giant-ass heavy trash bag all the way back to his house, but at least he was doing something.

After what felt like hours of walking back down the road he’d come up from (he knew it was only a few minutes but he’d been picking up trash in a thunderstorm all fucking day he was exhausted) he came upon the tree from earlier that had been struck by lightning. And shit did it look bad. He couldn’t help his curiosity as he stepped closer, observing the damage up close. The top looked like it had been on fire, all burnt and blackened, but even more confusing was the large section of land right in front of where he was standing where the grass had been shoved forward and it was nothing but a slick patch of mud. It looked like the dirt on a baseball field when a catches had to slide across the ground to get the ball.

As his attention was on the ground, though, something flashed in the dim light that shone through the trees. What in the world was that?

Maybe he’d missed a piece of trash, who knows how far into the woods people can chunk things from their car. He leaned down to get a better look at it, and saw that it was shiny and a dark, deep green. Ugh, another piece of a goddamn beer bottle that someone shattered against something. Though, this one didn’t look like the large smooth but sharp edged pieces he’d picked up like a hundred of. Something was odd, so he dropped his grabber and bag to examine it more closely.

None of it was smooth; it looked somehow natural. It was think and rough, but not sharp, not polished and thin and clear like he’d seen. Maybe it could be a rock? It also had a weird brown strap attached to it, each side of the rope having scorch marks on the end. Wilbur guessed that the fire had split the strap holding the stone on. Maybe it had been…a ring? Who uses a thin flimsy leather band as a ring? He also didn’t know who would have been in the forest to lose a ring, other than his mother. Maybe he should bring this home and ask her, and if it’s not hers, can’t hurt to see what the stone is and how much it could be worth. A little extra money never hurt.

As he looked at it more closely, he realized it was greener than he originally thought. It was brighter, almost. Had the sun started hitting it differently? He held it up to a patch of sunlight, and watched in awe as it looked like it almost started to glow. Woah, maybe he could get some serious cash for this thing after all. But as he brought it back down from the light…it was still glowing. Like, actually glowing. And it was getting brighter and brighter.

He confusedly wrapped his hands around it, peeking in to see if it was still somehow just a trick of the light or if it was glowing. He saw a trickle of green light breaking through the cracks in his intertwined fingers, but when he went to peer in closer, something happened. His hand jerked in the exact wrong direction, smacking him clean in the face and right against the left side of his glasses, shoving them hard enough that he heard a crack. Before he could be too confused about that, though, his hands were suddenly yanked forward, enough to trio him off his feet, but…

He was still upright. There wasn’t any weight on his legs, but he was upright. He looked back up to his hands and saw the glow getting brighter and brighter still, to the point it was almost shining through his hands.

His blood turned cold and pure fear flooded his body as he felt himself get lifter up higher. He frantically tried to let go of the stone, putting all his effort into ripping his hands away, but nothing. He felt tears drip down his face, he wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he paid it no mind. It swung him around again, almost slamming him into a tree. He tried to push away but he was like a ragdoll to this thing. It felt like he was in the tornado scene of the Wizard of Oz.

“Help!” He screamed, his muscles starting to get sore from the useless strain of trying to free himself. “Fuck, Help me!” Nothing moved. His hands stayed firmly stuck around the crystal. “Someone!” He started to feel nauseous, and he felt himself shaking from the fear. “Anyone?!” The world around him started to morph as the edges of his visions turned green. “Mom!!” And suddenly he was gone.

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A green flash filled Tommy’s room as he shot up from where he’d been sitting. Holy fuck, he did it. He did it, he actually managed to do it!! He ran to the figure as the magic began to clear only to stop dead in his tracks, his face falling.

Something stood in front of him. Not his father, not even a leafman, but something.

He wore clothes that were somewhat reminiscent of Ranboo’s, but they were more…patterned. It was weird material, and it’s not like Tommy knew many people who actually wore clothes, but he’d never seen anything like it. The man was also a weird color, not green like him or any shade of grey like a boggin. He was tall, taller than Tommy, but still dwarfed under most boggins. Maybe he was a bugfolk? But he looked too squishy. He didn’t have the hard chitin that Tubbo had, his skin looked like it felt more Like Ranboo’s but without the spikes.

His thoughts halted as he noticed that the man hadn’t even seen him yet. He’d taken a second to look around, but he was just staring at the emerald in his hands-

The emerald.

That was his dad’s emerald.

Tommy went to take a step closer, the dead silence in the room broken for just a second by his footstep. The man’s head snapped up and he just as quickly fell over, mouth agape and breathing heavily. It was only then that Tommy realized he was also shaking like a leaf.

They both just stared at each other for a minute, neither making a move. Tommy’s confusion slowly warping to anger and the other creature’s morphing into fear and apprehension.

“Why the fuck do you have that?!”

“What the fuck are you?!”

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whenfatecollides · 1 year

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I think this post will be with little to no surprise for most people, but I still want to talk about the transition that is happening with this blog (and with me). I know most people currently following me will have followed me for dreamcatcher, and I genuinely cherish a lot of moments I spent here in this fandom, one of the things that made my time here so much fun was exactly sharing it with you, laughing with you, hearing your feedback and opinions on situations we were going through, etc. I have a lot of regrets regarding my teens and my early 20′s, but I don’t have regrets in regards to the last few years that I spent with dreamcatcher. they actually pushed me to do a lot of cool things, to be more independent, I drove an hour ride by myself back in 2018 to see them, booked flights and hotels on my own, hell I even ordered a cake for siyeon and got it delivered back in 2019 and we all got to sing her happy birthday while they were on stage thanks to that. I’ve made so many friends that I’ve gotten to meet in real life, I’ve made friends that I know are going to be for life and I’m so eternally grateful that I got to cross paths with them thanks to dc. I’m so proud of so many things I did, as well as we all accomplished together for them. I have no hard feelings towards them, nor do I feel bitter about how things could have been. at this point in my life, I just feel like my time in the fandom has just naturally run its course. just like I’ve seen it happen to a lot of my friends in the last couple years. losing two pets last year also changed a lot of things around me, and it changed me a lot too, and I just feel like dc aren’t a priority for me anymore. I’ve finally let go of the expectations that I felt I had on me in regards to them, genuinely other than some things my friends send me here and there, I haven’t been keeping up with them anymore. and I don’t feel like I have to. they’ve changed a lot as well in the last 2/3 years, so in a way it kinda feels like we’ve just grown apart, and I’m okay with that. I know I’ve gone on deleting rampages before, but I promise that all the content I’ve done for dc here will remain available, like I mentioned, I don’t have any sore feelings about the last couple of years. this isn’t to say that I’ll never blog about dreamcatcher again, or make content for them ever again, I still enjoy their music a lot, but they won’t be my main focus anymore. anyway, I know it’s not that deep, this is just tumblr, but I did do a lot to try to help build a community for dc’s fandom here, help the fandom and dc grow, etc, so I feel like I owe that part of my life a proper farewell, even if it’s not a definitive one. when I first got into dreamcatcher, I became their fan with the mentality that I would stick around for as long as it made sense to me, and I just feel like that time has come (in regards to dc and kpop in general tbh). It’s truly been a blast to be a part of their growth all these years <3 for anyone that started following me recently because of them, I’m sorry I guess, if you wanna stick around for xena, warrior nun, and any other stuff I’m finding interesting at the moment, feel free. if not, it’s been nice to cross paths with you and I wish you the best ✌️😎

#jt

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praecurokat · 11 months

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Ted Lasso Finale Thoughts- So Long, Farewell... (I do not know what to think!)

this episode being an hour and 15 minutes..after being released at midnight... that's just cruel.. my brain cannot operate properly under such conditions..

congrats Tedbecca shippers! oop watched more.. sorry Tedbecca shippers...

most normal Beard and Jane appearance in the series at Rebecca’s house in the beginning

writers were bringing the dramatic flair in this episode! first that thing with Isaac dressed as a judge in the beginning, and then a musical number! idk how i feel about that..

speaking of the musical number, i must regretfully inform the masses that idk what the song is from.. pls lmk in the comments.. i see that it relates to the episode title

ah yes Jane acting totally normal by shredding Beard's passport.. total ✨ marriage material ✨

Trent's shirt says sat 17 may.. could this be significant?? everything in this show is..

"You know, that might be a tasty little treat for the diamond dogs.” “No. No. No. No!”-Roy, soon to become a Diamond Dog in a moment of desperation

wait did Trent name his manuscript the lasso way awww

“I only got into this to ruin Rupert's life, and he seems to be doing a pretty good job of that himself.”- Rebecca

So. Many. Throwbacks. Keeley saying “Is everybody decent?”, Jamie using lots of axe body spray like S1, the cleaner walking in on everyone, and way more i can’t think of

the complicated web that is royjamiekeeley is still being spun.. in the last episode..

“Must be awful for them, lying awake at night, haunted by how fucking easy they’ve had it!”- Mae, to Rebecca’s mom

Trent watching Ted read his book.. heart eyes emoji

the way Ted looks at him.. i meannn is this even subtext anymore?

“So you do laugh, but you don't do it until page.. 43?! And it wasn't even a big laugh!”- Trent, while Ted is reading his manuscript

"Whatever happens on Sunday, I want you to know I’m proud of you. All the work you’ve put in this year."- Roy to Jamie, before proceeding to fistfight with him later

Both Roy and Jamie seem very contemplative this ep. What are they thinking??

i am so concerned about the current royjamie feud over Keeley... what is gonna happen here???

“Would you please stay?” and “I know, I just had to try.”- Rebecca, about Ted

lmao Keeley kicking both Roy and Jamie out after they asked her to choose

“You stay put, Trenthouse magazine. You’re part of the squad now.”- Ted, to Trent

“Yeah. Someone better. Can people change?”- Roy, also this is a central tenet of this damn show

“I don’t think we change per se, as much as we just learn to accept who we’ve always been, you know?” -Trent’s most beautiful quote thus far

aww Nate finally got his diamond dogs reaction to Jade

George being Rupert’s coach sent me.. like you Really couldn’t find anyone else?

I hate Rupert but I love his dramatic slay coat swish moments.. again reminds me of Uther’s drama queen antics

“I prefer rugby, there’s just more grown men throwing other grown men into the air like children. And blood. Which is nice." - Barbara

Bloodthirsty and mysterious? Barbara is a serial killer or vampire confirmed.

“Never forget, I am always inside you.” -Zava’s note, which also came with a giant avocado

Zorro has truly entered his superhero arc and Dani Rojas is his genius creator

the fourth thing has to be 'Believe'.. aand it was? Right?

AFC Richmond Women’s club.. i sense a spinoff show opportunity…. or they could just do a show about Trent

George has begun a redemption arc!! (Telling Rupert to fuck off)

Rupert's desperation and misery at the end is not entirely unreminiscent of Rebecca at the start of S1

yesss Colin got his kiss on the pitch!!

haha the same? person from S1E1 taking pics w Ted in the airport

damn so Beard’s going home too, thought Jane would've locked him away in a safe or smth… nvm

omg Amsterdam man has a child.. hmmm Rebecca’s prophecy may still be fulfilled

Roy becoming manager feels natural

Ofc Trent renamed his book ‘The Richmond Way’… never let them know your next move

that montage at the end…so much to process....

beardjane wedding marking the end of the series.. good or bad omen for the future? i think bad

seems very fitting the series ending the opposite of how it began.. Rupert's life ruined, Rebecca in love and not owner of the club, Roy and Jamie healing and bonding w others around them, and Ted back in America with family.

#ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #afc richmond #trent crimm #roy kent #rebecca welton #isaac mcadoo #coach beard #jamie tartt #keeley jones #ted lasso s3 #ted lasso finale #anotherofmybrilliantthoughts

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blood-injections · 2 years

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An addition to my last post on my post-killjoy-comic headcannon where when the girl frees the city she’s reunited with the Fab Four who were stuck there. You can find that drabble(that I promise I’ll eventually saw a comic for) here.

I’m going to write a short fic/series of one shots for this idea and it’ll just be exploring the impact of it all, how each of the boys felt the moment they woke up.

It’s not crazy to think that BLI would’ve revived the killjoys after the events of the sing music video for information or leverage or literally anything, that’s not out of the realm of possibilities at all. And that’s what happened in this little universe and then they were re-educated and all this time they’ve been in the city, drugged, not in control.

And this Fic will be about that, then waking up, maybe separated having been doing different jobs, maybe together somewhere, maybe all out in the street, pulling scarecrow masks from their heads with all the others. All of a sudden they’re aware again and it would be about that. It’s been ten years. They’re so much older, they haven’t been in control in a decade. They were backseat drivers all that time, maybe aware, maybe not. Maybe the past ten years is all a haze, maybe it’s painfully crystal clear. This fic is waking up, the explosion of light, destroys being there and them either being discombobulated and confused and not quite themselves or waking up and gaining consciousness immediately and realizing holy shit she did it and immediately going to find her.

It’s the four of them seeing eachother for the first time in a decade too. Maybe they’ve worked together, but they weren’t in control, the last clear memory they all really have of being themselves and seeing eachother is dying. This will be their sudden ability to embrace eachother again, it’s the whiplash of brothers reuniting, finally being able to talk to eachother, to hold eachother. It’s the sobs of torn apart lovers that suddenly, finally get to feel that love for eachother again. It’s a teary kiss for the first time in years and promises to never let go of eachother.

And they’re just dealing with the shock of it all but they fucking pull it together to go find their damn kid in the crowd outside because she just saved them and they find her and she’s all grown up.

And it’s the aftermath and then having to accept that that kid they helped has changed a lot but that she older now and that they’re older now and of course they’re oh so proud of her but it’s just that lost time, the knowledge of everything that they’ve missed out on. And it’s then going back to the zones with her but their home has changed too, it’s a completely different desert. In 2019 the zones and the killjoys were still figuring themselves out, it had only been a few years since the helium wars and everything. But now there’s a full fledged society out there and they’ve gotta learn it all and deal with being living legends while grieving because to them it’s been a blink of an eye since they’ve seen Cherri Cola and Doctor D and Show Pony but they’re all gone now, the Fab Four are all that’s left of those original killjoys. Sure, maybe Hot Chimp and Tommy Chow Mein are still kicking it, but you know what I mean.

And this Fic will just be acceptance, basically. It’ll be filled with so many tears but it’s so joyful, it’s family finding eachother again. They’ve accomplished their goal. The city is free, the director is dead, they don’t have to fight for their lives anymore.

It’s acceptance and learning and catching up and fucking partying, cause destroya knows the zones are a party now in a way they never used to be. Everyone in the zones and the city are celebrating their freedom and their win.

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haztobegood · 1 year

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⭐️ Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2022 ⭐️

Thank you to @larrysballetslippers @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @daggerandrose @jaerie @louandhazaf @loveislarryislove @beelou @jacaranda-bloom for tagging me! I’ve done this for the past few years and I love seeing how much I’ve grown as a writer each year! (2018, 2019, 2020, 2021)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: 52,141

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, Music RPF (Lil Nas X, Orville Peck), Ted Lasso

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, girl!Harry Styles/girl!Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles/Ted Lasso, Harry Styles/Lil Nas X, Louis Tomlinson/Orville Peck, Niall Horan & Harry Styles

5. Story with the most: Kudos: Not Another Lonely Christmas Bookmarks: Not Another Lonely Christmas Comments: More Than a Mic Drop

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): We're Getting Better With Time, I feel like this fic showcases how much I've grown since I've started writing. I learned a lot about pacing and adding relevant details while writing this one, and I've received so many wonderful comments on it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Good Dogs Don’t Bark, it was fun in the moment to share something inspired by Harry barking on tour, but it isn't something I put a lot of time and effort into, so it isn't very memorable to me compared to other things I posted this year.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: There were so many lovely comments all around this year, but one of the funniest was a tweet of someone complaining about my Harry/Ted Lasso fic Premier Fantasies that started off with "MY EYES MY EYES MY EYES OH GOOD LORD MY TIME HERE ON EARTH IS DONE." I feel like I've finally made it to a new tier of fic writer by writing something so unhinged that someone broke into all caps.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: I don't remember a particularly hard time this year, but November and December were difficult just from the number of deadlines I had. I was luckily able to finish everything by their posting dates, but it was very stressful. I posted the Louis Rare Pair, 1D Christmas Fest, art for Reverse Bang, and a secret santa fic all in December.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: The entire plot of That's What I Want. I wanted to write a rare pair that hadn't been done before. I picked Harry/Lil Nas X and thought it would be fun to do an Mpreg fic. I couldn’t decide which one in the pair should be pregnant. I laughed so hard when I finally figured out a plot with both of them pregnant.

More under the cut.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: From We're Getting Better With Time

He turns out the light, leaving his tired reflection behind as he return to the bedroom to finish unpacking. It’s strange, trying to put back pieces of his life into this room that they’ve never fit into. Everything reminds him how little this house feels like a home. The half-filled closet, the dresser without any knickknacks on top, the bare walls. Even the bedding he’d bought was a boring striped pattern.

He was never meant to stay at this rental house long term. But it’s been eight months since his wife asked for a separation, eight months since he signed the lease on the first available furnished rental unit he could afford. The rental has standard beige walls, beige carpet, beige everything. It is a beige purgatory where he’d planned to wait out the final judgement on his thirty-three years of marriage.

The ink on the divorce papers has been dry for six weeks now, and yet he hasn’t thought about buying a house of his own once.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: My descriptions and details have improved a lot. While writing We're Getting Better With Time, I had sort of an ah-ha moment. I got frustrated because I kept thinking that the story would be told better if I could write a long slowburn fic, but I didn't have time for that because it was for a fest. Instead, I thought about all the elements I'd want if I were writing the long fic, like Harry's relationships with his ex-wife and children, or to show the difference between the home his ex-wife kept and the house Harry was renting temporarily. I got creative and found new ways to slip those details into the story without adding chapters of backstory or filler.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: My goal last year was to finish some of my longer wips. I definitely didn't do that this year, and the longest fic I posted was under 8k. Longer works are a bit intimidating for me, but I still want to finish the bigger ideas I have in my wip folder.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): The 1D Rare Pair group chat is always so encouraging for trying out new pairings! I branched out with some brand new pairs this year, with Harry/Ted Lasso in Premier Fantasies, Harry/Lil Nas X in That's What I Want, and Louis/Orville Peck in It's All Come and Go.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Oddly, I wrote three fics this year that mention pancakes/waffles, and they were never eaten at breakfast. This was completely unintentional, but makes a lot of sense, as pancakes at dinnertime is one of my favorite meals.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Stop editing your first draft. It is a lot harder to edit properly when you don't have the full picture. Try getting your idea onto the page first, then perfect it later.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have a the start of a prequel for Hex Appeal that I'm hoping to post for @wankersday. I also want to work on my Girl Direction Covid Island fic and my Zouis spy fic.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @zanniscaramouche @kingsofeverything @quelsentiment @ladyaj-13 @littleroverlouis @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @beelou @allwaswell16 @fallinglikethis @reminiscingintherain @lululawrence @disgruntledkittenface @justanothershadeofblue

#fics and wips

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the1975attheirverybest · 7 months

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I'm having such a sad day I've not even watched the live yet 😔 I think it's because of the hiatus, I'm so parasocial 😭 it's stupid because I'm happy for them all taking a break, I think it will be good for their families, relationships, mental health etc. I'm looking forward to seeing what individual projects they pursue and I know they'll be back. But I've become so dependent on this constant new photos/information coming in that my brain hears "hiatus" and goes into panic mode. Anyway I'm just rambling now

Has your power returned? I hope you're not feeling as anxious today ❤️

Sending love

🌷🌷

Not stupid at all. I feel the same way. I’m still processing the announcement and I know people in my asks have already messaged me about it (will reply to all y’all after I’ve finished watching the show cuz I want to have the full context) but yeah. We’ve grown up alongside the guys. They’ve been at it for a decade now. It just won’t be the same without them. I’m sure we’ll have this discussion and more in the coming 6 months or whatever it is. For now, it’s okay to feel your feelings. It’s a bit of a weird thing. To look at everything they do and think “gosh this is the last time that they’ll be doing X for god knows how long.”

Watching the show right now. And I keep having to pause cuz I get so emotional over how good it is and how much love I have for these guys and their work. They’ve really done something special. Not just the music. But like even the people. Fans working on the live/ war child project and stuff like that. That’s so rare and precious and wonderful.

We’ll all be okay. And look after each other.

Yeah power is back but gosh I fuckin hate this “tropical storm Ophelia” bitch. Let me tell you, Ophelia does not fuck around. There’s a massive hole in my ceiling and my plumbing is fucked and I have a serious and stressful meeting in an hour. Also, guess who is back to smoking fully now??? 🙋🏻‍♀️

Yeah. Anxiety and emotions are off the charts. Proud of the boys though. And filled with awe and love for y’all. And it’s almost over I mean it’s Wednesday. We can do this. Gotta take Franklin out in a bit. Gosh I really shouldn’t have started watching the show haha.

#🌷anon

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norwegianwoodtarot · 1 year

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Soulmate’s Energy

Your sm reading really corresponds with my own reading I did two days ago but my interpretation is different. Imo sm is figuring things out yes and is making choices not only in career and family but also with regards to Harry. They know they are supposed to be with Harry but they are coming to terms with the fact H will never choose them out of fear of what I think they feel is the public response. Harry wants to choose them but can’t get out of his comfort zone that much it terrifies him. In my personal opinion 2023 will mark the year they’ll both choose to walk away, resulting in them not being together in this particular lifetime. Harry also strongly suffers from guilt he doesn’t want to admit to with regards to sm. I know my intuition says they’ve already met but not necessarily face to face, maybe thru friends or music related or even online, which differs from your view point mod. Coming December will be make or break for them and the outcome will be permanent, whether together or apart. Energies are clear tho; it will be Harry who has to unequivocally reach out this time. But once again his comfort zone will stop him from doing that which will mark the end of their shared journey in this lifetime. I’m sorry if this reading upsets people but it’s strongly what came through to me, im an intuitive reader. Harry’s emotional maturity isn’t there yet in this lifetime tho he’s trying to convince himself it is. Yes he’s grown a lot thanks to what he’s already experienced but he’s a very proud being and it’s difficult for him to admit to mistakes. I do get a feeling he wasn’t born like that but it’s completely a result of his living conditions where he’s used to people doing everything for him and going along with his wants and needs. It’s made him rather selfish in ego. He’s very generous with material things but selfish when it comes to immaterial things such as love. Sm is the exact opposite; they see money as a means to live, only, and value family, love, peace and happiness much more. They’re happiest at home with animal company and little outings with family. I felt blessed with this reading cuz both their energies came thru so clearly for a change. I think they both must have been tired maybe, less guarded. So yeah while I absolutely want to believe they’ll end up together, Yin and Yang is impeccable, I don’t believe the timing is or will be right in this lifetime. Sorry guys but remember it’s my personal interpretation of the cards and energies only! Energies aren’t fixed, they are constantly in motion and free will plays a big part in all this. -🎑

Interesting! I’m going to say I haven’t really picked up on that, but I appreciate you sharing!! Feel free to give your opinions anytime and thank you for being so respectful about it!! ✨💙

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hello, hello! you can call me jem (21+, he/him) and i’m here to introduce kang jiyul, your local spitfire figure skater who isn’t scared to speak up for what they believe in (which might have a lot to do with how she was brought up by their parents). yes, they are always forgetting their skates and arriving ten minutes late, but she manages to make messy hair and chipped nail polish look completely intentional. leave this a like and we’ll come spinning into your dm’s!

PROFILE

◇ 25 years old

◇ lives on the 48th floor, the sea side

◇ has an older brother by a few years, kang jiheun

◇ genderfluid and pansexual, usually is okay with any pronouns but tends to refer to herself using a mix of they/she/he in that order! any gendered terms are okay, but they prefer to not have it lean in any particular way. when in doubt, just mix it up!

◇ their secret involves the fact that her and her brother were secretly estranged from the family, mainly for both of their involvement in a secret lounge called amnesia, owned by jiheun, that promotes modern and new interpretations of talents. this is directly against their family's image of honoring classic and traditional media through their ownership of theaters and entertainment venues across seoul and busan, but jiyul and jiheun's only opportunity to truly express themselves. amnesia allows the opportunity for anyone present in the establishment to hide their identites with masks, in which they both do in order to try and keep their involvement secret

◇ tends to have a very perfect, composed, and quiet personality that they project in public due to their crafted family image, but in private, she tends to be loud, excitable, eager to do new things. ask her at 1am to go out and run into the ocean and she will absolutely say yes

◇ has gotten really good at pretending to be the perfect child but indirectly finding their own way at poking at her parent’s ideology as they’ve gotten older (yes, her and their brother end up giggling about it later with room service and bottles of soju when they receive a strongly worded text from her mother’s assistant)

◇ is fiercely protective of those she loves and cares for, and will show up in whatever way he can to make sure he shows that

◇ prides herself on training and performing with all of the energy they have, and even if the material is something she’s grown tired of, he always gives everything that he has

BACKGROUND

◇ the kang family owns several theatre locations across seoul and in busan, and her parents have always valued traditional and classical representations of media ever since she was little. trained in ballet and quickly put into figure skating when she developed a talent for it, they were always taught to put pride in referring to the classics

◇ jiheun, her older brother, was put in lessons for several instruments like piano and violin, and since they were both taught the same ideals, it was somewhere down the line where they were like.. hey don't you think they’re like unnecessarily against any modern media?

◇ cue them both staying up late in blanket forts and sneaking snacks from the kitchen and watching movies and listening to music that they were forbidden to look at in case it disrupted their training and admiration for all of the traditional stuff

◇ over the years she tried to find parts of figure skating that they could pride themselves in, namely the sharp, cold feeling of the rink, the repetition in their muscles of the moves and dances he memorized, the wind in their hair when they got their momentum going and skating fast

◇ their parents were so proud of jiyul, who kept landing gold medals in competitions as well as lead roles in theatre productions put on ice, as well as jiheun, who started to become a more renowned name for his instrumental performances

◇ their parents always intended for jiheun to take over a few of the locations, and so once he reached a certain age, they let him take over a few and focus more on management inbetween his performances

◇ there was always the fact that jiheun and jiyul longed for a way to express themselves that wasn’t the rigid and perfect image their parents shaped them to be, and so when jiheun gets enough revenue, he opens up a secret, underground lounge that is shared around by word of mouth. it’s only accessible if you know what book to push in at the back of a restaurant in busan, as well as a frequently changing password at the door

◇ the lounge becomes their safe haven. amnesia, cloaked in velvet booths and lantern lighting, offers a free stage for performances and a full bar, and quickly starts gaining renown for those who happen to be in the know

◇ it frequents a lot of other celebrities and popular figures, but the name of the lounge, amnesia, lends to the unspoken rule where no one will talk about the happenings of the club outside, even if they recognize each other even despite the opportunity to wear masks

◇ it’s the first time jiyul ever gets the chance to perform what she wants. eager to keep their identity, he always wears a mask while on stage and present in the lounge, and is notable for their singing which they never got to pursue since their parents were eager for jiheun to capture the musical spotlight

◇ jiheun starts taking in quite a lot of revenue from the lounge, and jiyul is often there most nights either to perform or help out, even if both of the siblings choose to hide their identities since their parents are so well known for their classical roots

◇ even despite their efforts, their parents still happen to catch rumors of this rapidly growing in popularity lounge in the performance scene.. and after looking into it, discover that it is both of their children who are involved in it

◇ it quickly goes downhill. their parents completely cut off all resource money that went to jiyul and jiheun, leaving them completely on their own and also dissolving the actual ownership of the theatres they gave to jiheun

◇ they decide to do it privately, as the family’s reputation is much too important to them to reveal to the public, but their relationship has been rocky ever since, and even though they plan regular appearances in public to maintain the family image, there is little to no personal contact

◇ jiheun ends up having to use all of the revenue from the lounge to support himself and jiyul, who happens to spend a majority of their time helping out as much as they can inbetween performances and training

◇ its really just a balance of appearances now, for both him and his brother as they try to maintain this fake family image and keep themselves afloat

PLOTS

◇ anyone who happens to frequent amnesia! jiyul doesn’t reveal their identity while they’re at the lounge, but its possible your muse could know them both at the lounge and in public, maybe they’ve figured out their identity or have their suspicions?

◇ likewise, jiyul could recognize your muse both in the lounge and outside, but because of the rules and not wanting to reveal her own identity, they don’t reveal that they know who they are!

◇ a regular performer at amnesia? they could know each other through being frequent visitors and backstage and maybe after some time, end up feeling comfortable enough to reveal their identities to each other?

◇ someone who only knows jiyul for their figure skating performances? someone who happens to frequent the same gym she goes for training or happens to be at the rink

◇ he often runs along the beach for exercise in the early mornings, or especially when they’ve been feeling really frustrated and runs to get rid of the excess energy so they might pass each other if your muse happens to be out there too?

◇ they tend to sneak out to concerts and events but try and keep a low profile, maybe friends who know this about them and are their buddy for when she tries to avoid anyone recognizing her?

◇ someone who only knows her for her public persona and has a bit of the wrong impression when they happen to catch her in a situation that’s entirely the opposite of what she projects for her parents?

this has gotten very long but i’m excited to figure out lots of interesting plots with you all, so please let me know if there’s anything that interests you and we can figure something out! <3

#* MEMORIES.#ghqintro

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