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stranger-rants · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how would The Party react when they see or meet Vance because I’m curious? Also I love your headcanons of Billy and Vance

So, in my head Vance is about ten years younger than Billy. I don’t know the exact age when Billy’s mom left him, but that seems to line up with when Vance was conceived. Billy is ~25/26 when he meets Vance for the first time with Vance being ~15/16. The older teens would be in their mid-20s along with Billy by then, and the younger ones would be in their early 20s. Vance is very much The Baby. (Also, yes I know that TBP takes place in an earlier era… but this is my crossover and I make the rules!)

Anyway.

Max is less of a step-sister, and more of a cool aunt vibe wise. She will drive Vance to the arcade, but also whoop his ass at the machines and piss Vance off. Then they’ll go have burgers and milkshakes later with Lucas at a diner. When Lucas heard about Max having another ‘step-brother’ (they debated extensively about how, exactly, they should explain Vance’s relation yet lack of relation to Max), he didn’t know what to expect but he kind of should have known what to expect. In fact, when he meets Vance for the first time, he says, “I don’t know what I was expecting” and Vance stands there with a sourpuss look on his face rocking denim on denim just like Billy. But. Vance is kind of a nerd underneath everything so Lucas is able to bond with him a bit over Star Trek. (Vance will not admit to watching that shit to anyone else, though).

Eleven is Hopper’s daughter, still, of course. It kind of makes her and Vance cousins? Eleven is very happy about having more family. I mean, technically with Hopper and Joyce settling down and Steve and Billy getting together, it’s like Eleven, Will, Jonathan, Billy, and Max are all one big happy family (in her mind) with Vance linking them together so it’s fate or whatever. Vance thinks she’s a bit out-there, and Eleven thinks Vance is a sensitive boy just like Billy. Despite her strange personality, Vance likes spending time with her whenever he needs some time away from Billy and Steve. Will is away finishing up college and Jonathan travels doing photography, but they meet Vance during the holidays. Vance is relegated to the kids table during holiday meals, but that includes the party members still even though they’re young adults so that’s when the majority of them meet him.

Billy and Vance are teased non-stop about their similarities, and much to Billy’s dismay Vance is regaled with tales about Billy’s youth that could easily be used for blackmail later. Vance tries to enjoy himself but gets easily overstimulated at these ‘family gatherings.’ Steve gets that. It took a while for Billy to warm up to these things and even though being surrounded by family is what Steve always wanted, he’s not used to it either. So, they scoot out early and go home and relax. When Vance feels more comfortable with them, he’ll watch movies with Billy and Steve on the weekend. Dustin moved to be closer to his girlfriend, but sometimes comes to visit. When he does, he stays with them too which annoys the crap out of Billy so naturally Vance prepares to be annoyed by him, too, but really he’s just goofy and asks a lot of questions to get to know him. Steve has always made Dustin feel safe and Vance is starting to understand why.

Steve is not as naturally “parental” as people assume. He’s really trying to figure out this whole “raising a teenage (former) foster kid” thing. Trying to balance being someone Vance can trust but also someone who can set and enforce boundaries. Billy’s better at that part and Steve thinks that Billy is trying to compensate for the lack of good parenting he got. Be the parent he needed, and not just the one he wanted. But there’s layers of conflict there. Billy not loving Vance right away. Billy being jealous of him because his mom left him to have Vance. Billy having a better relationship with Max now, but knowing he already struggled dealing with one surprise sibling. Billy trying to figure out if he should be more like a sibling or more like a parent, and how that triggers frustrations over being parentified in the past as an older sibling and how it’s happening all over again. But this time Steve is here, and Steve’s trying his best to manage the chaos.

Those are just some thoughts I have.

#billy & vance #asks

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basingstokemercury · 4 months

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I've made no secret of my dislike for Paris from pretty early on, or of saying he reminds me of Miles O'Brien in the worst ways.

Now, I rather like dashing rogues as a rule.

Starbuck, Jack Harkness, one could argue Farscape's Chiana fits, ToD's Ruiz pre-S2 arc...

But this case just doesn't sell me.

I think a large part is due to his moral philosophy feeling compromised in a way that's (so far) been treated as "silly trait" rather than "flaw" or "source of conflict".

And that's tied to the reason I draw parallels with Miles - his attempts to influence Kim towards things like cheating on his "girl back home" or generally force him out of his comfort zone, far more pronounced and annoying than my brief eye-rolls in DS9. To his credit, our green young ensign seems fully able to resist - though he does keep up the friendship for some reason.

We have moments of kindness and empathy, but they're rather jarringly interspersed with being annoying/oblivious in a way that feels less "bad boy with heart of gold" and more "whoops can't make our character too unlikable".

Maybe the acting has a role here, too. It feels as though McNeill is being directed to use the same "edgy rebellious teen" delivery he had in TNG, and it just doesn't sit right coming from a character who's supposed to be a proper adult and someone we like rather than an antagonist. How old is he meant to be, actually? I'm bad at judging.

#trepidly voyaging #yes I know this is not bed #Torres Janeway Tuvok and Dr will wait until morning #Neelix and Kes until I finish the episode I'm in the middle of which has a lot of serious work on the former especially

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petitelepus · 1 year

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hi! i actually liked that bee request you did. was wondering if you could do a continuation of it where fembot reader finally gets to spike him for the first time and bee gets many praises?

my boi gets dunked on a lot and needs more praises

QUICK REMINDER TO EVERYONE, BUMBLEBEE IS A YOUNG ADULT, NOT A TEENAGER, PRE-TEEN, OR UNDERAGE.

Sentinel had decided to pay a visit to Optimus' team on Earth and you and Bumblebee couldn't fool around with that jackass around. So when you finally managed to sneak out to your usual place just outside the city, you were excited like cyber bunnies.

The two of you were on the ground, you straddling Bumblebee's hips as you showered him in kisses. Both of you were already going hot, as you were both excited to finally go all the way.

"Oh, Bee…" You smiled and Bee sighed in pleasure.

"I want to frag you so badly, you don't even know…!" You groaned as you kissed the cables on your lover's neck. Bee chuckled as your kisses tickled him but after a second he realized what you had said.

"Wait?" Bumblebee blinked, "You're spiking me?"

You pulled back from his neck and looked at him in confusion, "Uh, yes? Why?"

"When did we decide that?!" He shouted before blushing, "What if I want to spike you?"

"We can do that next time?" You suggested and your equally small partner frowned, not completely on board with this.

You sighed and rolled your optics as you sat up and helped Bee up so you were both sitting.

"Wanna decide this the old way?" You asked and he nodded. Wordlessly, you brought your hands up and started chanting.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

You had rock and Bee had scissors.

"I won!" You whooped in excitedly and your lover frowned, "Best out of three!"

"What?! When did we decide that?"

"Just now! Or are you a chicken?" Bee taunted you and you frowned at being compared to a cowardly Earth's bird. So you lifted your hand and he returned the gesture.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

You had paper and he had rock. You were grinning victoriously as Bee frowned and raised his hand back up, "Best out of five!"

"Bee, if you really don't want to then I won't spike you." You said and the minibot frowned as he averted his gaze, "It's not like I am against it…"

"But?"

"Won't it make me less manly?"

"Wait?" You blinked and frowned, "How would it be less manly?"

Bee bit his bottom lip and you realized what was wrong.

"Is this because Sentinel was boasting how real mechs do the spiking?"

"…A little…" He admitted and you sighed, but you weren't mad at Bee but a little at Sentinel and his stuck-up way of thinking.

"Bee, me spiking you doesn't make you any less of a mech." You smiled as you leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "But if it's important to you then I'll let you spike me."

Bumblebee looked at you as if he was trying to see if you had any doubts, but you loved him and you were willing to do anything to prove it.

"Okay." He finally said and you nodded. You were about to get up and lie down, but to your shock and surprise, Bee settled on his back on the soft grassy ground and opened his modesty plating, releasing his spike and valve.

"Oh?" You blinked, "Do you want me to ride you?"

"N- no!" Bee blushed, "I just decided that I want your spike after all…"

You raised an optical ridge in surprise and your lover blushed harder, "Are we doing this or not?"

"Yes, my beloved." You smiled as you climbed on top of Bumblebee and gently kissed your way from his chassis to his neck and finally his lips.

As the two of you kissed, your hand slipped between the two of you and you gently touched his wet valve's lips, happy to find out that your conversation hadn't made him any less horny.

Bumblebee gasped against your mouth when your servos touched him down there and you took your chance to slip your glossa inside his mouth so you could deepen the kiss.

Gently, you collected transfluids to your servos and carefully inserted one inside Bumblebee's valve.

Your lover moaned against your mouth as you gently spread him open enough to insert another servo. You wanted to make this special and Bee to feel nothing but pleasure when you would insert your spike.

Speaking of spikes, your was starting to be painfully hard. You let your plating shift aside and your spike emerged from its housing. You and Bee were around the same size so there weren't any huge size differences.

That suited you very well.

Suddenly your lover grew more vocal and you realized that he was trying to speak. You pulled away from the kiss and you felt your horniness skyrocket when you saw just how needy Bee looked.

"C'mon…" He mumbled and you blinked, "What?"

"C'mon and spike me already!"

You flinched and pulled your servos out of Bee, making him moan at the loss, but he wouldn't have to wait long.

You grabbed your spike and used whatever juices you had on your servos to lube yourself before grabbing the base of your spike and positioning the tip between his valve's lips.

"Okay Bee, I'm going to be very gentle," You warned him and the yellow bot nodded. Having his blessing, you started to slowly insert your spike and you both groaned out loud.

Primus, he was so tight, how was that possible? You were sure you had prepared him properly!

You stopped when you were finally all the way inside to let him get used to you. You didn't want to inflict any pain on your lover. Bee moaned quietly but you couldn't quite tell what he was saying.

"More…"

"What?"

"More! Frag me!" He cried out and you flinched, nearly startled out of your armor by his sudden shouting.

So you pulled away and what a torture it was, but then you thrust back inside him and you were both seeing stars. It felt so good having his hot and wet valve hug your spike like you were made for each other.

You set a nice slower pace, but you both grew impatient very quickly.

"Don't you dare to stop…!" Bumblebee growled and suddenly his valve squeezed around you so hard you nearly overloaded on that spot.

"Bee, if you do that I won't last long…!" You growled right back at him as you grabbed his hips with your hands for leverage and you started to frag him harder, slowly letting go of all the fears of you hurting him.

Soon enough you both let go of all the worries, fears, and attempts to stay quiet. You were both moaning out loud and gasping for air as the two of you fragged.

But you were both new to this and you both had very little stamina. You could tell that you were nearing your limit…!

"Bee, I can't…!" You whined as your movements grew chaotic and your lover groaned, "Just…! Just a little more…!"

Remembering what felt good for you when you were touching yourself, you reached between your bodies with one hand and pressed down on Bumblebee's anterior node.

That must have been the right move because it made Bee overload on the spot! You cried out as his valve squeezed even harder around you and you couldn't hold your overload back anymore.

So you overloaded, shooting your transfluids inside Bee's, whose valve was spamming around your spike as if it was trying to milk you dry.

Slowly, the two of you came down from your high and you pulled out of him, making you both groan at the loss. You rolled over and laid down next to your lover, both of you still panting.

"Primus!" Bumblebee gasped and you smiled as you looked at him, "Did it feel good?"

"Primus, it was amazing."

"Really?" You smiled, "Maybe you could spike me next time?"

"Yeah!" Bee looked aside as a small blush rose to his cheeks, "Or…?"

"Or?" You asked and he mumbled by himself, "You could still spike me a couple more times before we try changing?"

You blinked, but then you smiled. You were more eager than ever before make your beloved feel good.

"As you wish, my love."

#NAUGHTY #transformers #reader #tfa #transformers animated #space-payachi #bumblebee #sentinel #sentinel prime #virginity #virgin reader #virgin bumblebee #writing #my writing #story #my story #ENJOY!

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seancamerons · 7 months

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What are some of your favorite headcanons about Sean?

dude you have no idea, so if you don't know, when i love a character I make up entire elaborate backstories and the rest under the cut/read more.😊

first we got -

sean is 1 of 3 brothers. when his veparents were hs seniors they had 9 months later a baby boy, his name was carson. they shortly married at their local church strong armed by family. so that's the oldest. they were estranged for a long time. he'd been incarcerated since he was 18, for drugs and petty theft but he went away bc his friend hit a guy drunk driving and was charged with 3rd degree vehicular manslaughter or something like bad, like a 6 year thing, the person died etc so he was in jail most of sean's forminative years. he screwed up and he paid for it and sean was without being bullied by his older brother and such. tracker was also but they don't like talk at all. at least sean and carson had good times even when he was terrorizing him and tracker. tracker never let it happen he'd protect sean from carson's moods, unpredictable and violence. im not sure how this story came about but it only deepened when i started getting into shows in the teen drama variety and remembering things from the show contextual clues and whatever. so three bros, jail, hardworker and all drop outs - but sean was supposed to be the boy to finally graduate and make everyone proud and get out of wasaga. that were his goals. he had all that but the graduation and instead enlisted but idk how that all went. i assume good. i can see it going a few was. i think sean is alive and doing well. he works, till works out still handsome maybe has facial hair.

so more specificly - sean is the baby of his family. the bonus child, sad. totally a whoops, but still loved and maybe even coddled more the parents know they've been neglectful but he's loved and considered and has friends doing good, but maybe not as than perhaps the oldest carson who was when they were teens themselves and didn't know what they were doing, tracker who came later who at first were fine but their addictions to alcohol at home started later and sean bore the brunt and saw their parents at their absolute worse. totally a shitshow. by then carson was fucked up and incarcerated, his parents still doted as he was their oldest son and they kind of were young and should've never been that out of control but he got a rough hand and i kind of base that like how ryan atwood from the oc had this brother who was in jail the reason he even was in newport in so many ways but by then ryan had changed and trey i assume - similar to carson. this makes tracker the older, a bit wiser, less in trouble, family duty kind of good guy who tries his best but maybe is also cursed with the cameron destructo genes but also made it a good life for himself, helps his young brother after his brush with violence and such and put him out of harms way, at his mom's request to him. i don't think this was selfish NOW WE CHILDFREE WE CAN DRINK ALL THE TIME. no i don't think they wanted to drink, i think their body craved it so bad they NEEDED to drink but they ost the 'fun' of being buzzed or blitzed and rather needed it to stop feeling pain and numb, self medicate even if it's bad for them and the reason for 90 percent of their misfortunates like it or not. realistic, bleak and fucking dark. i also set some of my stories up to where they're adults dealing with this stuff because like it or not this fandom has a lot of adults and im sure they don't want a fluff fest where people are all honky dorey. i hate perfect people, so all my girls and guys are flawed but some people are super good people but live and exist in bad times or bad situations like 90 percent of people out here like it or not.

so for example in the story (backtrack) carson plays more of a active role in from his start, he wants to do better and change like trey atwood did after everything with getting released but then he started bad habits and hanging out with that girl and coming onto Marissa who just wanted to be nice and help him out, but he actually commits to it and finds happiness and becomes close with sean over a time. as kids he was tormenting him and calling him what he assumed a mistake and it explains how sean is because he's very mean to himself. he bullies himself or makes himself feel bad when good things are happening. anway carson based on sean. tracker is named after the father but like leave it to beaver - baby sean couldn't say scott but loved calling him tracker because of his tractor pajamas or his love of vechiles and his name kind of stuck. even now it's tracker, scott is their dad. tracker is tracker, sean's middle name in his backstory had been hope. so sean hope, i assume his mother watched soaps and watched ryan's hope or something (it used to be on soapnet i swear its related!) it's older than old but it's an older show about a young Irish family who settled in the Americas but in the present so they've got these thick Irish accent and they own a pub or at least someone does when they immigrated and all congretate and drama ensued.

i just wanted to sidebar this and say i did watch a lot of soaps as a kid, perhaps that's why i love making up stories. i used to do with my barbies too. when my mom would watch court tv for like OJ Simpson i'd be playing with my dolls and creating plots for them like it was days of our lives or all my children in my barbie dream house. i was kind of made to do that stuff. even with the grusome details and gory things i heard or didn't 'get', it was weird juxtaposition of adult shit and adult shit i assume is romantic adult shit. this is no different.

i watched days and all my children (my mom preferred amc)

i also used to watch springer and maury in the summer or when i was ill! so like the drama is still seared there, i mean with mary from paterinity or bad kids BootCamp kind of episodes, there was the maury drama stuff. also the weird competition reality shows like rock of love and flavor of love or the reformed ladies of both of these shows would be on the charm school and such and then Megan wanted a billionaire and got a murderer and the whole shebang fell apart. now vh1 plays trash. I'm obsessed with the 1980s thanks to that channel i love times like that you know, when i wasn't alive but would've loved to live at that time/place.

okay end rant.

so that's just one big large explanation. in short i can go on forever. is shared a lot of headcanons but that's one. ask if you want to hear some more. this is a bit weird bc i shouldn't think this deeply about the fictional but hey.

okay fine, you caught me in a good mood, and i think you're awesome - one more headcanon for sean:

the tattoo is real. jay's too.

i love platonic as well as romantic friendships or love between close friends, but in a strictly platonic way and of course romance in every sense but the point is, you can be soulmates in a friend kind of way. i believe that's true for jalex. they were best friends i think. the show establishes them as young kids, in love or affectionate, but also had history for a long time and maybe there's a lot we do not know about their lives pre show or after. do they talk? 100 percent.

so jay and sean got tatted. sean has a lot of friends in wasaga (in degrassi he has none) so when he first came back to degrassi and had all these friends, one big bad bully tyler (the guy who got him back over to) and of course you knew what comes next.

one of sean's friends is like a tat apprentiece. she's new and she wanted to ink a friend. sean trusts her judgment and he agreed, jay and him had a "if you do it, I'll do it" when asked what they wanted they were told, "Make sure you love it and have no regrets because it's perminant." by this time in his life this is between season 4 and season 6 a lot had happened but over that time sean had realized he cares about emma way more than a friend and she had like it or not moved on but at this time he had no idea about that. jay was instrumental but didn't tell at that time. he'd visit him and give him the low down. so the friend who is an artist apprentice who needs to practice took it, and she's still got to get used to skin as opposed to lettering and details so it looks mighty rough. but they both said out loud from their room one guy was on one side, and the other guy was in the other chair.

"emma" sean quietly answers. "spelled e m m a"

"alex" jay announced. "self explanitory."

sean's friend her name is sabrina, often called brina or bree asks them as she's working on the lettering and they're sitting tight in the office. jay actually doesn't tease sean about emma or getting inked. by this time ellie hadn't been a blip on the radar, but emma had been on his mind. she was the first face he saw as she drove away, and the first face he wanted to see if and when he comes back to town.

they talk abiout the girls in their lives. by this point jay had alex had been split up and he more than anything wanted to be like before, before when they were everything to each other. he didn't want to forget her. he didn't want to not be her friend, and he fucked up their relationship and this was his way of memorializing their relationship.

for emma she was close to his heart, hence the chest as the location of this tattoo and he truthfully feels like connected even if they're apart.

long story short, the tats were a secret. emma unless they bumped uglies probably never found out about the tat, unless they had the kind of secs where he wasn't shirtless but it's sean cameron of fucking course she's gonna have no shirt in that (sorry just a headcanon) i mean there was a reason he was often at home dressed like in wifebeaters or shirtless playing sports with the guys) im sure at home he dresses in as little as he can so shorts/tank top no hodies unless its cold and he works out frequently in his non heated/non ac or hot apt. im sure air is expensive fans are expensive and water is expensive so he's living in the now for sure but once he returned back to 'get the diploma;, he justified setting his eyes and heart onto emma. i do believe he had goals, but he truly more than anything missed emma.

say what you will but his heart is often found in the right place. he might have flaws, but he is deep down a wonderful guy with a sad life. six was a disservice to him and his legacy for being a little bit mushy in the inside heart of gold, hero complex but also a great guy to have in your corner. that's him.

so when he said (paraphrasing this) he didn't want to come back for all the things he'd said, what he really wanted was love from her. he loved her and he also hurt her. sometimes he hurt the people he loved, or who loved him, and felt bad later because in the heart of the moment with his words he burned all those bridges. such as when he stole from Simpson. i don't know if emma was ever proven right to her face, she sounds like assuming without knowing but assuming that something was said. he says to her, he pretty much came back to be around her again.

i do believe the scene in the basement in the 2nd part of "here comes your man" clearly he wanted to confess a little bit about that but she kind of set the boundary she can't care about it because

1. she's got peter/he needs her even if they'd had a lot of build up and yet she can't be her real self.

2. manny clearly has something against sean over peter (what even was that?) i wouldn't be nice to him either tbh.

3. i don't think she doesn't care, it's that it's hard for her to imagine that because she'd been burned in the past not just by him, but his departure, or indirectly through hurled insults and other things throughout her life experience/lived experience attending degrassi!

4. a secret option idk combination of 2/5

5. all the above!

either way this kind of breaks sean's heart (teeny bit) and she begs him to turn himself in, or suggests this is the only way but that was a sad thing. he got hauled off and shit and peter got what? slap on the wrist - why did the writers love him? he sucks. peter got away with too much.

the worst thing sean did wouldn't equate peter's worse - like what he did to manny? inexcusable. what a bad guy. why was manny defending him, and i don't wanna hear the obvious, "oh he stood by your side during your eating disorder!"

no, i aint buying they're doing the sexy shit either. so seeing sean, who i believe she was attracted to him beyond looks but they sure didn't make it a issue because he had the package - handsome and such, but also messing up a bit bc the street races were illegal and what they were doing was no question illegal and morally grey.

also why tf jay sabotogue sean like that and tell him to run? when is any vechiular thing warrant them to idk. but he did and stuff and we all know it was nothing. either he didn't know that running from the scene as his friend told him to do bc that there is a hit and run OR jay wanted to cause sean grief for some weird reason or things just went down and he panicked and didn't want sean to go to jail, and thought it'd be better if he ran but still. so i gave you a bunch of things to sort through.

💐💌ty for the message!

#asks #seancameronism #i've been wanting to answer this but i been so busy tryna figure out what headcanon i sit on would be the best of the options #i have 1000s narrowed it down tho thanks!#💌 tysm for the ask!!#headcanons #stories #fic #writing #writing tag #ideas #sean cameron #degrassi #semma #emma nelson #jay hogart

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vnights · 3 years

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//on the topic of the Afton family um:

//what if William never succumbed to his darker ideas and actually got help like a responsible adult ?

//basically yes I’m saying: IMAGINE ALL THE KIDS IN THEIR LATE TEENS/ADULTHOODS WORKING AT FAZBEARS WITH THEIR DADS

//JOHNATHAN IS A VERY CHARMING YOUNG MAN UNTIL YOU MEET HIM, HE’S UNSTOPPABLE. He’s the dude that makes a loooong puddle on the floor of soapy water to slide around on, and eats half the pizza in the kitchen. On duty. He’s the one that always SEEMS like he’s high, but has never touched a joint, or even seen one, in his life. Takes more after his mom, still bullies his siblings, but to a lesser, much less angry degree. Very responsible, but like, only when it’s really important. HUGE daddies boy, has MASSIVE separation anxiety even as a 19 yr old, and this doesn’t end at his father. When Eliza or Mike leaves the house, he’s worried that they won’t come back for one reason or another. Or, when Henry and Charlie part ways with them, he’s got these underlying thoughts that say “They’re gonna get in a crash and die, and we’ll never see them again.” and all he can do is wait to hear from them again. Will Kill for his family, and almost did after witnessing Eliza get bullied. Dad & brother had to pry him away !!!

//ELIZABETH IS THE STAR OF THE NEW AFTON GENERATION 🤩 She takes Greatly after her father, and prides herself on her responsibility. She tries to be prim and proper, but her more playful manner keeps her from staying calm n’ quiet. She’s just as mouthy as her dad, but is also incredibly childish, so Elizabeth can certainly dish out the most vulgar, out-of-nowhere insults/remarks when necessary. Despite being the youngest among her family, she feels like the oldest sibling, and usually takes action before Johnathan even has a chance too. She’s especially protective of Michael, treating him as ‘the baby’ basically his entire life. As she carries her mothers image, she finds it EXTREMELY IMPORTANT to uphold high standards, so she’s usually way too self-disciplining, and has trouble calling herself ‘worthy,’ if that makes sense. Eliza confides in Charlotte for the more 🌊 vent-like 🌊 feelings, and doesn’t let her family know. Whoops

//MICHAAAEEELLL IS SO QUIET. After his bite and recovery, he loses his will to speak, and only really says a few words a day. He listens to every word William says, and does whatever he’s asked without any arguing. The most well-behaved Afton simply because he follows chores and orders in an almost robotic-manner. When he’s not isolating himself, he’s at Fazbears hanging out with his family, or the Emilys, while getting work done. He doesn’t really hangout outside of his job, so, Charlie basically hounds him every chance she gets. At Fazbears, where Michael Afton is, you’ll usually find Charlotte Emily, and their dads love it. This is also the case when the Emily’s come over, or the Aftons go over. Charlie can see Elizabeth and Johnathan whenever, but Michael?? You need to beg him to leave his room. Mike is also plagued by feelings of guilt, as his father treats him softer than the others, and gives him more affectionate attention. He feels like he’s their competition because of this, when it’s really only him feeling that way.

//BONUS ROUND: CHARLOTTE

//she, ironically enough, feels a lot more comfortable around William when it comes tooo personal business than her own family. Her unofficial uncle gets aaallllll her info-dumping on things like boys, and school-drama, since she can safely tell him this stuff without getting in trouble, and because William is incredibly biased and always takes her side. He’s always ready to discuss whatever Jessica did at lunch, it’s great. Not only that, but, being so close to her dad, he’s also a good lean-in to more personal discussions with her own father. Her first period ?? It’s too awkward to tell her dad that, she’s too hesitant, it’s embarrassing. ...But William can calmly mention how he’s preparing for his own daughter, and plant the seed in Henry’s head that hey, this is a thing that happens with girls. As they both have late-night cleanup duty, it’s very easy to find time for these drama-filled discussions and whatnot. She is never alone with him, however. Someone is always there. But, enough about papa Afton, let’s look at the kids. Charlie has a different relationship with each Johnathan, Michael and Elizabeth, and it’s honestly a beautiful thing. She feels more mature around Johnny, since he lets her cuss around him and make bad jokes. She gets to Embrace Her Femininity with Elizabeth during their usual Dress-Up-For-Poker days, and she gets a very calm, caring time with Michael, as they just chill, talk, and sometimes play around more childishly.

//thank u for coming to my ted talk

#ixi-mun #ooc #Muse hc #muse hcs #Michael Afton #Elizabeth Afton #Johnathan Afton #William Afton #Charlotte Emily #Henry Emily

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Day 17 - Facial Hair Kink (Steve/Peter) pt 1

I went totally overboard with this and I didn’t get into the real smut of it so I’m going to call it pt 1 lol but I hope you enjoy! 🧡 I want to write more but I’m having a shit morning and I’ve got to work all day, so I won’t be able to finish it. But I’ll make a pt 2

Warnings: canon compliant excluding anything after homecoming, 17/18 year old Peter, beard kink, rogue avenger Steve

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Peter had not been warned that the rogue Avengers were back.

And he had not been warned that fucking Captain America had a hot-ass beard.

Fuck.

He blinked rapidly, looking between Mr. Stark and the rouge-Steve Rogers. When had that happened?

“Uh....”

Tony looked at him, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah...so, Peter, this is Steve. Steve? This is Peter.”

“Yeah, I watch him in detention,” Peter said weakly. Although the Captain America he was used to seeing and rolling his eyes at was much dorkier. And much less...hot.

Great.

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking mildly interested as he listened to the teen. “Detention...?” Then it seemed to dawn on him. “Ah. Yes, I remember those.” He almost looked embarrassed about it.

Peter shrugged. “Just means I’m immune to your disappointment,” he joked. Then he glanced away, brushing his hands through his hair. “Mr. Stark? Can I talk to you? For a moment?”

“I was just about to ask the same thing of you, Pete.” Tony stood up, walking to the doorway that Peter had just stepped through. “Shoot. What’s on your mind?”

“That’s Captain America,” the teen said dumbly.

“It is,” Tony confirmed.

“Isn’t he, like, a criminal?”

Tony sighed softly. “Uh...as of this moment, that is correct. But we’re working on it. For whatever reason,” he grumbled. “So he’s gotta stay here for a bit until we get it all worked out.” He shook his head, clearly not super thrilled with the idea.

“Right. Now...what did you need, Mr. Stark?”

Tony smiled weakly, watching him. “I hate to ask you...but I know you just started break, right? So you’ll be around here a lot. And...I’ll be in and out working on SI and pardoning our fugitives.”

Peter looked at him, expression unreadable for once. “And I’ve got a Spanish take-home test, a history paper to write, a-“

“What’s the paper on?”

“...World War Two,” Peter said weakly.

“Perfect!” Tony clapped his hands. “You can babysit Cap, make sure he stays here, and get firsthand information for your paper! And I’ll be sure to check up on you, okay? It’ll be great. I trust you, kid.”

Peter sighed. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

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Being put on babysitting duty was incredibly boring to start.

Steve hardly talked at first. He just watched Peter with a weird intensity that kind of unnerved him.

Peter just worked at first, trying his best to ignore him. He still wasn’t exactly happy with Cap because of the whole airport incident. But he was trying to look past it.

And he couldn’t help but look at the captain occasionally. The beard really drew him in.

Of course, he always thought that the other man was attractive. Maybe Mr. Stark had been his sexual awakening, but Captain America definitely helped him confirm his sexuality in younger years.

But the beard really did it for him.

He couldn’t help but imagine that beard between his thighs, leaving a delicious burn; the kind he’d only ever experienced after a brief hookup with someone who at the time he’d believed looked a bit like Mr. Stark. (Don’t drink, kids)

His cheeks flushed as he accidentally made eye contact with the other man again. Whoops. Good thing the Captain wasn’t a mind reader. That would have been mortifying.

Although with the way that Steve was looking at him, he could almost believe that the man could read his every filthy thought that he was having about him.

“What?” He finally asked, setting his pencil down.

Steve’s cheeks flushed lightly and he glanced away again. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Uh- sorry. You just...remind me of...someone.”

Peter gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. “And who would that be?” He didn’t mean to be so snippy, but he was still embarrassed and felt like he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

The tone caught Steve by surprise and he laughed. “Look, there it is again,” he commented. “You remind me...a bit of myself.”

Peter didn’t look amused.

“Before the serum,” Steve clarified.

That didn’t exactly make Peter feel much better. “Weren’t you, like, a hundred pounds before the serum? I’m skinny, but I’m not-“

“I mean, that’s not exactly what I meant.” Steve shook his head. “Just...you’re the spider one, aren’t you? Queens,” he said fondly. “Don’t look so shocked. I remember you. And you’ve got the same attitude. But yeah, you remind me a bit of myself. But...you can already kick ass. I couldn’t even breathe right.” He snorted.

Peter cracked a smile at that. “I had a few health problems before I got my powers too. Needed glasses. Had some...tummy issues.” He blushed lightly. “I was kind of a fragile kid. But not nearly as bad as I heard you were,” he joked.

“No, I’m not sure it’s possible to be as bad as I was,” Steve agreed with a chuckled. One hand stroked over his beard as he thought.

Peter couldn’t tell if he was drooling or not.

The feeling of the hair under his fingertips seemed to stir something in Steve. “I need to shave,” he mumbled. “Does Tony keep a razor around here or anything?”

“Don’t you dare.”

That definitely wasn’t what Peter meant to say.

The comment seemed to startle Steve. “Uh...I mean, I guess I don’t have to...”

Peter coughed, closing his book and brushing a hand through his hair as he looked away. Whoops. Got a little carried away there, Parker. “No, you do what you want. Sorry. That was...weird.”

“Maybe a little.” The older man chuckled, still watching him. “How old are you, kid?” He asked suddenly.

Peter blushed. That question always led to something right out of his inappropriate daydreams. “I-I’m eighteen. Sir.”

Steve hummed. He knew he shouldn’t do anything. Peter was too young. Still in high school. But he could tell the interest was there. And he was legal, so what was the harm? Two consenting adults. It would be alright unless Stark caught them. “Come here.”

He dared to be bold and sat back from the table, patting his thigh like he wanted the young man to sit down.

Peter just stared at him for a moment, mouth open just slightly. He didn’t know what to do. Captain America was totally making a move on him.

Steve seemed to backtrack, brushing a hand through his hair awkwardly. “We don’t need to. I’m sorry.”

Peter shook his head quickly, standing up. Then he plopped himself in the Captain’s lap, eyes wide and cheeks burning. “No. It’s...it’s alright.”

He obviously had no idea what he was doing. He had a very limited knowledge of hookups and what to do, and absolutely no one could prepare him for Steve Rogers.

#bri speaks #peter parker #peter parker x steve rogers #steve rogers #spidershield #spidershield nff #Peter x Steve #my writing #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020

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Burning Scars part X

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whoops i missed two weeks of updating, sorry, concussion stuff :) im all good now tho so more! updating!

I changed the original story up a bit :)

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

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Zuko’s been acting a little... weird lately.

Well, let’s clarify something; Zuko always acts weird. But ever since the trio went into work that day, the boy had been on edge.

Y/n was standing at the tea station, just leaning against the wall and spacing out. Iroh was beside her, humming a small tune as he prepared the next batch of tea. Then, the boy quickly walked up to them in panic.

“Guys, we have a problem.” He said as he set the teacups he was holding onto the table. “One of the customers is on to us. Don't look now but there is a girl over there at the corner table.”

Y/n snapped out of her daydream and looked over to the person Zuko was talking about. It was a pretty girl; she had long dark hair pulled into two braids and a sappy smile on her face. Instantly Y/n knew that she wasn’t suspicious of anything.

“Didn’t I say don’t look?!” Zuko whispered and dragged both of his companions arms to turn away.

A laugh almost escaped Y/n’s mouth as she shared a look with Iroh. “You know Zuko, I think you’re right, I’ve seen her here a lot.”

The clueless teen nodded his head and furrowed his brows.

“Seems to me she has quite a little crush on you.” Iroh laughed and went back to whatever it was that he was doing.

Zuko let out a ‘what?’ and Y/n sighed in response. She had to keep reminding herself that she and the other boy were nothing remotely close to romantic. If anything was learned from last night, they were just friends; family, at most. And she was okay with that, honestly. She had so many issues with him that it probably wouldn’t even work out. But still, she couldn’t deny the fact the Zuko might’ve been the topic of her daydream just moments ago.

Y/n resumed her position of leaning on the wall. She watched as the ‘mysterious’ girl walked up to the counter and began to talk to Zuko flirtatiously. The girl introduced herself as Jin and payed for her drink.

“Thank you and ... well, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime?” Jin asked with a hopeful gaze.

Zuko paused in bewilderment and it almost made the poor girl regret her request. Y/n wasn’t going to butt in, she really wasn’t, but soon she decided that it was for the best. Maybe if she helped him get in a relationship, it would help her get over her slight (once again, very very slight) feelings over him.

“He’d love to.” Y/n responded for Zuko.

The boy looked around his shoulder and sent the wolf a questioning glare, but she just sent him a smile and turned to help Iroh make some tea.

My job here is done.

Jin and Zuko talked a bit more and ended with her saying that she’d meet with him at sundown. That meant that for the rest of the day Zuko chatted nervously with Y/n and Iroh, giving off mixed feelings between ‘I don’t want to go’ and ‘should I dress nice?’. Y/n let Iroh do all the talking, she wasn’t too much of an expert in that area.

When she was in her pack, Y/n wasn’t exactly popular among the boys. They mainly drifted her to strong, beautiful sister and the girl wasn’t bothered by it too much. She had a few crushes here and there, but that was about it. Nothing was ever acted on.

So hearing that this was Zuko’s first date relieved her to an extent; at least she wasn’t the only one who’d gone this long without being in a relationship. But there was the other part that nagged her a bit, the fact that Zuko was having his first date; with a stranger none the less.

Quit all this feeling stuff, it’s getting annoying.

Y/n may or may not have been giving Zuko a form of silent treatment for the day. If he ever asked her anything, she answered, but other than that, she never intimated any conversation. There wasn't any particular reason (lies), but it certainly didn't go unnoticed by her roommate.

"Hey, uhh.. if you don't think that I should go, I won't." Zuko said randomly on their break.

Y/n's eyes furrowed in confusion. "I literally answered her for you, Lee. If anyone is being hesitant, it should be you."

"So," he began. "Your not bothered? At all?"

There was this weird look in the boy's eyes, something of... Hope?

That's weird.

"Listen, if you need advise or something, Iroh will probably be your best bet." The werewolf laughed awkwardly.

He just sighed and went back to work.

When closing time was coming and there were hardly any customers left, Zuko and Iroh went to the backroom to prepare. Y/n didn’t really pay attention to what they were doing; she just assumed that they were cleaning up any dirty bits he picked up or making him smell better.

That was why when Zuko walked out into the dining room with his hair slicked back ridiculously, Y/n couldn't hold back the snort that escaped her. Why would Iroh do this to him? Some revenge she didn’t know about or something?

Zuko glared at her and she just masked up her laughter as a cough. “You look great!” She even put a thumbs up to try an convince him of her lie. He just rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly opening the door of the restaurant. By that time, the few remaining people had filtered out and it was just the three of them.

When the view of Jin came, even Y/n couldn’t hold back her gasp.

The young girl was really quite beautiful. Her braid was fixed and she had a youthful enthusiasm to her features. It was a beautiful contrast to the adult life that Y/n and Zuko were thrown into.

Jin’s eyes widened at the boys new look and laughed, saying something clever to him. Zuko just shut the door so his two roommates wouldn’t listen in on their conversation.

“He’s growing up so fast,” Iroh jokingly sniffled and wiped a fake tear.

Y/n laughed and nodded her head. I hope he’s nice to her.

The werewolf turned and returned to the backroom so she could put her apron away. She assumed that Iroh was following, so she didn’t bother waiting.

“So,” She began, “what should we do tonight?” Y/n began to wave her arms around dramatically. “Get some food? Watch a play?”

She was really looking forward to tonight. Now they didn’t have Zuko here constantly breathing down their necks (”We don’t have enough money for that!!” “Why buy that when you can buy this!” it got a little redundant at times).

Iroh slid his apron off and chuckled. “Oh no no... I’m far too old to have fun at night.”

Y/n deflated. To be fair, the sun hadn’t fully set yet. “I mean... I guess we could read at home?”

He shook his head once more and turned toward the werewolf. “Just go have fun, meet new people. Don’t let someone like me slow you down!”

She pouted. Why does he think that time spent with him is wasted? She has plenty of fun hanging out with the sweet uncle! Y/n looked at his happy, aged face and observed his truthfulness. She knows that he just wants her to have fun, but still...

“Just go, Y/n, and I’ll see you back home tonight.” Iroh smiled.

Y/n sighed, looking at Iroh one last time, before turning around and heading out the same door that Jin and Zuko left through. When the brisk air hit her, it felt different somehow. Maybe because this was her first time being out alone. She means this quite lightly, of course, but something about it still irked her.

The sun was sorta bright out, but not much.

It had set halfway, so the small beams were jutting out the tops of the building and the sky was painted the scene of fire. Oh, her and her love for sunsets.

Y/n decided to pick a direction and walk. Honestly, in this part of the city, there weren’t many sights to see; everything interesting rested in the higher Rings since they could afford it.

After a few minutes, the girl saw a stand selling sweets. She patted her pockets and brought out her tips from work. It wasn’t much, but definitely enough for the night.

She paid for some iced treats; Popsicles of some kind. She wasn’t entirely sure which flavor to pick, so she went with her childish side and decided to buy two that she was interested in.

As she continued her trip, Y/n stopped at a few places to watch things. Since night was approaching, shows were starting on random parts of the streets. People performed odd talents for money and it excited the girl; maybe she should do something like them, it seems fun.

At some point, Y/n ended up at the entrance of a zoo.

She was almost finished with the first ice cream in her grasp when she decided to enter the park. It seemed deserted and there was only one person at the front desk.

“Umm, excuse me? Are you open?” Y/n asked since the worker was almost half asleep.

The man jumped awake and looked around, startled. Then, his eyes landed on the girl’s curious figure. “Yes. Is it just you? Where’s your friends?”

Y/n pouted in response. “It’s just me, how much is it?”

She began to ruffle through her pockets, hoping that it was enough to see the animals, but the man waved a hand in the air.

“It’s fine, you can just go ahead. Just don’t feed the animals.” He said while looking suspiciously at the girl’s popsicles.

Y/n nodded her head and smiled in thanks. Then, she went inside.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she wanted to be here; it would be hard for her to see captive animals when she herself was one (well, not caged, but you get the point). Her pack elders had informed her of zoos and used it to scare the kid wolves so they wouldn’t go and try to find humans. Of course, that never worked on Y/n and her siblings. She honestly just thought that it was fake up until this point.

The werewolf walked around to each cell to observe the animals. It almost made her cry; they all just looked so lonely. Y/n couldn’t imagine how trapped they must feel in this small cage; a part of her was happy that she wasn’t in that situation, though.

“They all look so sad.”

Y/n turned around and was met with a young boy, possibly about twelve years old. He was bald with a blue arrow tattooed across his forehead and arms and held a long stick in his hands. The orange of his clothing made him standout against the dreary greys of the zoo.

The girl looked at the animal across from them. It was a Rabaroo, an animal with long ears and bouncy legs. Y/n could hear small chirps coming from the pouch in her front, but she decided not to say anything.

“She’s really hungry too, I can tell.” Y/n said as she walked up closer to the cage.

The poor animal was almost pleading for help. She had a thought that the Rabaroo knew what she was, a predator, but still asked for help. These animals must be really desperate.

The boy joined her. “I wish there was something I could do, but I’m not sure how to help.”

Y/n nodded her head in agreement. When she got this feeling in the past (before they entered Ba Sing Se with their Ostrich-Horses), she found a solution; to just let them go and be free. Now, however, she just felt helpless.

Instead, she just looked at the boy and held out the other ice treat in her hand. “Do you want one? I can’t finish both.”

He got a childish excitement in his eyes and grabbed the treat. Y/n smiled back at him, maybe something good can come from today.

“I’m Aang, I’m looking for my lost Sky Bison.” Aang said as he began licking to Popsicle.

“Y/n,” she introduced herself while thinking, what the Spirits is a Sky Bison? “I'm just wandering the city; thinking."

“Really?” He asked. “What are you thinking about?”

What was she thinking about?

There’s so much that should be on her mind right now; her future, how her family’s doing, how she’s doing, but for some reason the only thing that’s been scattered around her brain recently was Zuko. Something about him just seemed so.. spirits, she couldn’t even find the word for it. But it seemed like she was seeing him differently now.

“Oh, you're still here?"

Y/n and Aang turned to the voice that spoke. It belonged to the man at the front desk, the one that let her in for free.

"Do you know what's wrong with the animals?" Aang asked the owner, ignoring the rude phrase that he said.

"Well, the Dai Li won't give me any money because the kids stopped coming. And the kids won't come because my zoo's nasty and broke." The owner sighed. "I wish I could give all these animals the big, open space that they need."

Y/n frowned. He must have really good intentions, it's just the situation that makes him seem bad.

She met eyes with the younger boy to her side and was surprised to see the... Joy?

"Let's do it!" Aang yelled out, surprising both people beside him. "There's a big open space right outside the walls of the city!"

"But how do we transport them?" Y/n asked.

She was totally on board with the idea, it's just that it seemed a little... Impulsive. But she was talking to a child, though, and they always have such big ideas.

"Oh I'm really good with animals." The boy smiled. "Do you want to help me?"

The werewolf paused, thinking that maybe she shouldn't get involved in this event. But one look at the poor Rabaroo peering up at her with it's wide eyes made her cave in.

"You know... I'm pretty good with animals too."

She was not as good as she thought she was.

Aang and Y/n separated because they needed to find a way to calm the wild animals running loose. The boy (spirits bless him) thought it was a fantastic idea to let all of the animals go at once; from the biggest animals to the smallest rats. It was wild.

And so here the werewolf was, chasing down a pair of Raccoon-Crows. Since the sun had set long ago, there weren’t a lot of people out. Most who enjoyed the liveliness of the night has had their fun and returned to the welcoming embrace of their beds. Oh, if only I stayed home to sleep.

“Get back here!” Y/n yelled as the birds flew off once again.

They seemed to look at her with a mischievous gleam in their eyes; waiting for her to get close before bolting off once again. It was getting very annoying.

She didn’t regret helping the young boy, especially since she might’ve gained a friend out of this. She only regretted not coming up with a better plan; or at least to wait until morning.

“AHHH!” A voice screamed off in the distance.

Y/n groaned and turned toward the yell, knowing that some animal was probably attacking some random citizen. What she didn’t expect though, was to run face first into Zuko and Jin’s date.

Jin had a hog-monkey climbing on her dress and Zuko was in full panic mode. He tried to help her push the animal off, but it seemed to have a steel grip on her. Luckily, they were alone in some fire lit plaza.

Y/n felt really awkward, especially with how private the area was. What would they need privacy for? She quickly pushed that out of her head though and whistled loudly to catch the Monkey’s attention.

The animal and the two teens looked at her in surprise. Y/n took out a treat that the Zoo Keeper had given her and waved it to catch the eyes of the Hog-Monkey. When it loosened it’s grip, she threw it as far as she could away from the group. Luckily, it jumped away in excitement.

“Y/n?!” Zuko exclaimed. Sighing in defeat, the werewolf slowly joined the duo.

Jin was still slightly frightened and was grasped onto the boy’s arm. Y/n pretended not to see it.

“Hey Lee. Fancy seeing you here?” She tried miserably as she scrunched her face up in discomfort. Maybe they’ll be able to cut this conversation short.

“Why aren’t you back home with Uncle?” Zuko said as his eyebrows squished together in anger. “What are you even doing out here?”

“I decided to go out too,” she explained quickly, “but listen, I met this boy and we’r-”

“A boy?!” He seemed to be fuming now. “You can’t just go around talking to random people.”

This made the werewolf (and Jin, but we’re kinda ignoring the sweet girl for a moment) raise her eyebrow in disbelief. He’s really out here, scolding her for making friends when he’s on a date with some girl he’s never met before. Does he ever think before he speaks?

“I-” Y/n paused and took a deep breath to calm herself. “You know what? We’ll talk about this later. I think we’re both busy at the moment.”

Zuko glanced at his date and the werewolf used that distraction as an excuse to leave. She ran off in the direction of the Hog-Monkey, hoping that it hadn’t run too far and purposefully ignored the boy who yelled in protest behind her. Stupid Zuko and his stupid anger issues.

When she got far enough, she slowed to a walk and looked around. The monkey must’ve gotten away because it was nowhere in sight.

“Hog-Monkey.... c’mere monkey, I have treats.” Y/n spoke loudly out into the dark streets of Ba Sing Se.

She hoped that the animal would hear her words and come barreling toward her, but she was only greeted with silence except for the soft footsteps coming from a lady walking down the street. Besides for the lady, the entire street was empty and no other animal was in sight.

That was when she heard it.

A high pitched ringing noise that rattled her bones and made her brain shrink in protest. It was louder than anything she’d ever heard before. It wasn’t the noise that was painful, no no, it was the feeling of being ripped apart that did.

The noise, for some reason, caused the werewolf in Y/n to go absolutely crazy. It was fighting the girl; desperately trying to shift into its natural skin so it could run toward the ringing.

Y/n hunched herself over and groaned out in pain. She looked at her hands and saw it shifting between claws and human hands; she could only imagine what the rest of her body was doing.

“Are you alright, sweetie?”

The transforming-girl looked up to meet the eyes of the lady who was on the street. Her eyes were filled with worry, but slowly changed into something of fear.

Before the werewolf could do something to hurt the kind woman, Y/n bolted down an empty alley. Spirits, what is happening to me?

She leaned against the dirty wall and tried to catch her breath, but her wolf just kept clawing at her, desperately trying to escape. She punched the wall, leaving a fist-sized dent (her mind just brushed it off as her wolf power, but that was weird, right?). Then, while the ringing noise still blasted through her ears, she felt her snout slowly grow out of her face; a growl of effort roaring through the alleyway.

The young girl wanted to cry. Why couldn’t she control herself right now? She was used to the pain of transforming, she had done it all of her life, but she’d never experienced the pain of her two natures battling. It was something entirely different.

The seconds that were passing seemed like hours.

All she could think was, when will the ringing stop?

Soon, she didn’t have the power to hold it back anymore. Her human body was weak and she hated herself for it. She let her werewolf grow into its natural size, towering above her normal height. She felt her clothing rip until it was just strips of fabric on on the floor.

The ringing stopped, but her wild mind remembered where the sound came from and began its run there.

Fortunately (although, its also very unfortunate), her journey was ended when something sharp pierced through the skin on her neck. Her dark eyes jumped around until it landed on the fearful lady from the street shaking beside a group of men.

Y/n felt a sudden drowsiness come over her and her large body fell limp to the floor despite it’s fighting. Just before the unconsciousness came over her, though, the green circle on the men’s chest became prominent in the moonlight.

Then, her world went dark.

Dai Lee >:(

also Aang’s whistle thing >:(

i know that this is a VERY slow burn, but maybe some... couple-y stuff in the next few chapters? we’ll see ;)

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vei-saretti · 4 years

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I'ma make this into two parts. These movies are too damn long.

Remember when George Lucas himself was actually in charge? Pepperidge Farm remembers. And it weeps to think of the times we had when the lore was good and the characters made sense.

Tbh, I think the biggest reason we all love Qui Gon is because of Liam Neeson. I think anyone else could easily have made him look as big of a prick as Windu seems. But I can't think of a better actor to play the mentor to one of the most legendary Star Wars characters of all time.

The fact that Sidious thought the Trade Federation could just... kill a couple Jedi is goddamn hilarious to me. I thought Sidious was supposed to be smart.

Sometimes I wish I had been a teen or adult in 1999 so I could have gone from watching the OT, where you see all of two Jedi, one extremely old, to seeing dozens of young, badass Jedi kicking ass all in one movie. That must have been so fucking mind blowing.

The design of Naboo's city is stunning. The mix of technology and Italian renaissance architecture melds so well.

Oh, here we go, Jar Jar... Listen, I don't hate him, per se, but I think he mayyyyybe could have been handled a bit different to be made less annoying. That being said, he cracks me up several times during this movie, so he's not all bad. I can't help it. I grew up watching him in these movies.

"What's this??" Same, Obi-Wan. Same.

Gungan city is admittedly quite pretty as well.

Why are Boss Nass' eyes in his head when the other Gungan's eyes are on stalks... I am most confusion.

Fun fact, the giant newt thing's sound that it makes is a deepened, edited sound byte of one of the sound designer's kids.

"Relax" "You overdid it" is also goddamn hilarious.

I'd love to know... Other than the city and the swamps, why the hell is the rest of Naboo mostly just... plain ass grass. Like, what a boring ass landscape. I mean, I suppose it was probably for budgeting constraints, but still.

That shot of Padmé looking out the window as the droid army just marches right up to her front door is kind of haunting. She's powerless to stop it and knows no way out. Love that shot.

I only just noticed this the last time I watched this movie, after seeing it nearly 50 times as a kid, but when Qui Gon and Obi-Wan are leading the dignitaries to the hangar to escape, Padmé's handmaiden is decoying as her. When she's struggling to make the decision to go to Coruscant or to stay, since she's not the actual queen and doesn't know what decision Padmé herself would make, she says "Either choice presents great danger - to us all" and turns and looks dead in the eye of the real Padmé, who answers with, "We are brave, your Highness", CLEARLY telling her decoy to agree to go to Coruscant. I just find that so cool. It's the little things.

So apparently I'm an idiot. After bitching that fuel has never existed in Star Wars after The Last Jedi and Solo came out, here I am being proven wrong. Qui Gon just said "We have to land somewhere to refuel and repair the ship." Whoops.

Eyyyy, mah boi Maul. He looks so imposing with the hood. I miss Maul with the hood tbh. We deserve more of that. He also has legs here (RIP).

Natalie is soooooo young here. She's so cute oml I love her. Also I can't believe the actual queen decided it would be a good idea to go into the heart of Tatooine, aka Hutt territory, herself. Intelligent /s

Qui Gon is literally so fucking tall lmao. He dwarfs everyone.

BABY ANI. I know everyone hates baby Ani aka Jake Lloyd, but that kid is so damn cute. He's so sweet. And his acting isn't that bad.

But also thinking about how these two (meaning adult-ish looking Padmé and this kid Anakin) fuck later in life is straight up unnerving.

I like how Anakin does the typical kid thing and is like "Hey mom, here's some random strangers that I trusted and brought home". Has Shmi never taught this child about stranger danger?

My boy Maul has been thinking about revenge since the beginning. Incredible. This man has a revenge boner so intense it outlasts his own dick.

So did Plageous/Sidious choose Shmi specifically to carry their Force-made baby experiment or was Shmi a victim of happenstance? I mean, I imagine they wanted him to be born in the Outer Rim so the Jedi didn't find him (lol RIP) so maybe it was both.

Listen, I'm not saying I normally skip the pod race, but I usually skip the hell out of the pod race unless I'm in the right mood or I'm watching with someone else. It's not exactly boring, it's just not useful to the plot. And I hate regular racing in the first place so that's not helpful at all.

I kinda really hate how Jabba the Hutt looks in this movie...

I love how there's a bunch of Tuskens with fucking slog throwers just out here tryna kill pod racers for little to no reason. It's like if a bunch of rednecks with shotguns went to Daytona and tried to shoot the drivers for their car parts.

End part one...

#Star wars #star wars episode i: the phantom menace #qui gon jinn #Obi Wan kenobi #Padmé amidala #Anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #jar jar binks #Yoda #Mace windu #Darth maul #darth sidious

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darlinrogue · 3 years

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The Undertaker has never been one to mince words, which is why he now stands with his arms crossed and nods to a chair, directing Adam (the irony) to sit. "You're making a mistake with the Dark Order, boy. Take a seat."

Holy Baloney is that the Undertaker?

Adam and ‘Taker

Somewhere on file, in the back of Adam’s head, was a formative memory from his snot-nosed brat years of around eight or so, of the Undertaker crucifying Stone Cold Steve Austin on live, national TV. It may’ve actually been trauma that he then reenacted when he hung Chris Sabin, but hey, that was the Attitude Era in a nutshell. Adam had watched the old tube TV with his delicate, developing eyeballs glued to the screen. Trying to make out the shitty picture from all the static. It was probably why he had to wear reading glasses as an adult. Can’t say his mom didn’t warn him. Yeah, Adam grew-up watching all the big names: Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, and Dusty Rhodes, AKA his best friend’s dad, because, life is surreal. John Cena-- Adam still had the stupid green he used to come out in. The one a promoter made him remove because he was, ‘too much of a stud’ to hide his face. Rey Mysterio, real big inspiration. There was also Sting, which was very surreal nowadays. He’d seen enough Chris Jericho that losing to him really sucked. Hell, he even saw some of Kenny Omega’s earliest matches on the indies and on Deep South. Back when Adam was a hotshot teen wrestling in his backyard. It was all enough that it made walking into the locker room and confronting the man inside, a bit of a fever dream.

Also, made him wonder what the hell was in that whiskey he drank earlier.

The man was massive, much larger than the screens implied. Adam was far from little but he didn’t hit this wall of meat’s chin. Broad as a freight train, Adam would rather hang-out on the tracks than take a lariat from this mountain. Way older than he remembered. All grizzled in the face, with a soul melting glower that made Adam consider returning to church in the next week or two. Evidently every Easter and Christmas was not enough. The dark leather coat, shrugged over his massive shoulders, was longer than Adam was tall. He filled the entire room. Cold bit at Adam’s nose and lips, like Winter had followed him inside.

He also had really pretty green eyes, like, wow, what a wonderful color.

Adam glanced behind him and checked the hall. Brandon wasn’t following him with a camera, or anything. There was no personal enemies lingering in the shadows for a surprise Superkick Party. Dynamite ended a little under five minutes ago. Adam was here for his stuff before he called an Uber and returned to his hotel. He’d probably hang-out in bed for an hour or two and watched telenovelas to practice his Spanish. All while getting way over emotionally invested in the cheap drama. It was low stakes and stupid, and he needed that in his life right now. Not a single one of those thoughts helped Adam cope with the fact that someone, who had a strong suspicion was the actual, real life, Undertaker, was waiting for him in his locker room. Like, this was some kinda intervention.

“Am I being ribbed?” He voiced, incredulous.

His brow furrowed and he checked the corners for hidden lens. It’d happen before, not totally unrealistic. Adam slunk into the room, sticking to the walls and angling for his gear bag. Maybe, he’d make a break for it. He had young lungs and his cardio was damn good, if he could say so himself. Yeah, this guy had longer legs and thighs thicker than his torso, but he was also like fifty. Still, too curious to run, Adam sunk down onto a bench, toes tapping against the cheap carpet. Was kinda wishing he brought a whiskey with him. Instead, he had a bottle of stale, hot water that he left in his bag. He broke the cap and took a sip, eyes still latched on his dark companion.

“Listen, I, um, really don’t know what’s going on here,” Adam admitted, he lifted his hand, planting his elbow on his knee. “I just work here man, like, I don’t sign a single check in this joint. When they were handing out EVP jobs, my name wasn’t on that list. I didn’t want a gig like that, anyway. Responsibility and important phone calls? Not really my speed.”

He was rambling, which seemed to be an easy thing to do around this guy.

“But um, one,” he lifted a single finger for emphasis. “Uh, for the record, big fan. Your match at Wrestlemania twenty-six? My personality for an entire year. Because, well, you’re stupid like that when you’re a twenty-something. Made me realize I needed more sparkles on my gear. Two, listen the thing with the Dark Order --I mean, I don’t know why you even care-- but as much as I am loathe, loathe--” Big word, put that on a scrabble board. “To tag with Silvers and Reynolds I am even less interested in getting my shit rocked in a three-v-one next week. Which is what will happen if I don’t find partners. Sometimes, you gotta scrape the bottom of the barrel. And listen like--”

Adam took another swig of water, and wiped the excess that dribbled down his chin. He had whiskey earlier and his braincells were not firing in tandem. He smoothed his hand over his chin and through his beard. He was not going to inform the Maybe-Probably-Undertaker, that he had no other friends and no other options. He had some dignity. It wasn’t much, but he was trying to keep it, dang it.

“Reynolds and Silvers, cools guys, the whole cult thing is unfortunate, I’d share a drink with them otherwise,” Adam said. He opened his arms in a broad, embracing gesture. “They’re not complete dunces in the ring either. I mean, I whooped both their asses before, but, I have been kicked by Silvers, and it fucking hurts. So, I uh, appreciate your--”

He paused, teeth gritted, searching for a word.

“Concern.” Yep, that’ll have to do. “But I got this handled.” Probably.

Adam sat-up, searched the room again with a couple pointed looks and then repeated:

“Am I being ribbed?!”

#brothersgrim #‘The Hangman’ || Adam: IC #‘Deals with God’ || Adam: Verse #adam isn't a complete moron but he IS a himbo #Set after Dec 9 Dynmaite because i feel like that works best

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redrobin-detective · 4 years

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OP Esper Power au: Not sure if this helps, but what if when they were young Izuku accidentally loses control of his power and seeing such a destructive show of power and chaos coming from an upset Izuku allows Bakugou, who understands that they get more powerful as they get older, that Izuku HAS to restrain himself

Ahjsjfkshdjdk I sent that ask b4 I read all of the one you just posted hsjdjsksjdb whoops

Fam I love you it is all good. Yeah thats the version I’m going with. Katsuki and Izuku grow up mostly normal only Izuku’s quirk grows insanely quick. Now while Izuku and aware adults will realize how powerful izuku is becoming, Bakugou is a brash, dumbass kid. He doesn’t know how deep that well goes.

He’s a generally supportive friend but he pushes Izuku bit by bit, a lot of it is positive, making Izuku know he’s worthy and able to own his power and be a hero but he’s just insensitive enough not to realize the agony of trying to reign in a quirk that could wipe out a city block without proper attention. He nags at izuku for wearing quirk suppressing cuffs, he complains when Izuku doesn’t go “all out” when they practice, he refuses to accept anything less than his childhood vision of the Bakugou/Midoriya Hero Agency even as teen Izuku is forced to recon with how outrageously destructive his quirk is.

All that builds up and all it takes is one slip on Izuku’s part, too high stress, quirk suppressors turned off, Kacchan’s casual ignorance that Izuku is just over-inflating his own power for disaster to hit. And at that point, only then, can Bakugou realize what’s been slowly building beside him his entire life, at the power that is so far ahead of his own he can’t even see his friend’s back anymore.

Bakugou will finally step up and be the good friend and good person we know he could be, more open, more aware of others, more openly kind and determined to save Izuku and all the other Izuku’s from the world from ever being afraid of themselves again. And a certain hero with a transferable quirk happened to be in the area to hear such a stirring declaration and oh how the butterfly wings flap

#OP Izuku au #my name is robin and my skills include nursing #sick puns and inventing complex aus then getting ridiculously detailed and attached to them #fan-art-ic

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taeguboi · 4 years

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BTS as... ‘ordinary’ employees

Okay so when I say ‘ordinary’ I mean as in not famous basically. This is more what I just have personally imagined them doing and I think I’ve lost that somewhat ‘realistic’ touch I used to have a few years back when I was more of an avid writer for this blog and could have an idea of their actual personalities, current likes, etc. This is also in no way a reflection of what I think they are and aren’t capable of so please don’t scream at me if your bias has a ‘lower’ role than you might have expected.

Sorry I do like to blabber on before these things, don’t I?

I hope everybody is staying safe anyways and happy imagining!

BTS as... Masterlist here

Pawn Shop Sales Assistant

learning everything about every thing

if you have an object to sell for cash

he probably knows everything about it

or at least like a lot about it

his career is in early days right now

because it’s a family trade

but he learns from the best

but asks not to be favourited over other staff just because he’s the manager’s son

like you know he wants someone to tell him if they think he didn’t get a good deal for that ring

no special treatment please

sometimes uses a bit of the old charm to get a good deal

many girls like that

some of the guys not so much

especially the boyfriends

whoops

meets his wife there

she’s a fairly regular customer

buying good finds from charity shops

or finding stuff in the house

and taking them to the pawn shop to get by and save up a little

they really click

after like the 11th visit he finally plucks up the courage to ask her out

“so, uh... I clock off soon and I was wondering if....

uh....”

and he gets quite flustered because he really likes her

“... would you like to maybe grab a coffee with me?”

and she sort of teases him to fluster him

“I don’t like coffee”

“Oh erm....”

“Just kidding”

and inside he’s like “don’t DO that to me!”

fast forward a few years and he’s got a kid with her

but anyway back to joon as an employee

has many many friends in and around the industry

just people over the years who he’s needed to contact to double check some stuff about an item

sometimes there’s the odd nutter who comes into the shop

like any shop really let’s be honest

but oddly enough, Namjoon has a calming effect on them

maybe he’s just really patient

maybe he has great negotiating skills

but if someone kicks off at one of his colleagues

it’s resolved in under ten - fifteen minutes

he reasons with people who are shocked to find out that their gold isn’t actually real gold

or negotiates with those who thought they had something worth more

or sometimes just has to outright sass back at the aggressive ones

but most people find him to be an agreeable guy

banter with his dad / manage

rand although he gets on with everyone there

there’s that one colleague that just becomes his best mate

and this mate is also in on the banter

but again, there’s no staff feeling left out or not getting the same treatment

it’s a family business

and anyone that helps them along the way is family too

Jin

Sales Assistant

in a big supermarket

stacking shelves

helps customers that can’t reach the higher shelves

such a gentleman

lovely customer service

some wish they could give him a tip

but he wouldn’t take it most of the time even if it was allowed

he doesn’t need to be paid to show basic kindness

it’s just manners really

but he doesn’t fully realise how much he goes above and beyond

very patient at explaining stuff to people

he’ll repeat directions 10 times if he has to

and he helps the elderly make smarter shopping choices

not that his manager knows that though

because he’s supposed to focus on building up bigger transactions

but what can he say

he’s just a people person

empathy and understanding levels are like 1000/10

a good bean

wish you could be served by him all the time

people purposely queue up at his lane when he’s on tills

because he just provides a friendly smile

and pleasant conversation

“how was your day?”

and he’s not saying it because he has to

he’s genuinely interested in what everybody has to say

takes forever but becomes a supervisor

some of his workers often mistake his kindness for dumbness

is that a word, ‘dumb...ness’?

but actually he more than knows what he’s doing

cashes up faster than anyone else ever

has solid ideas to help both business and customer

and whilst it’s a bit difficult getting them out there to higher people

they go for it

from ideas about what customers have previously asked for that the store doesn’t - didn’t - have

to community projects courtesy of tokens from shoppers

even a park that gets set up nearby is named after him

he may seem like just a sales guy to an outsider

but really he’s the heart of the local community

Suga

Tech Support

the funniest you could come across

you know, if you were listening in to the way he deals with some

just pay attention and there won’t be any problems

sometimes he’ll have those days where he’s like

*sigh*

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

totally not an IT Crowd reference oops

but seriously that can work like half the time

used to work in some dull office

but took his work to his house

he can basically work wherever and whenever he wants now

as long as he’s got a laptop and a connection

that is the one change he made in his life that made him a lot happier

because although some might turn their noses up to a job like this

it suits him down to the bone

and he doesn’t really care to change career paths any time soon

is up to date with all the tech trends

owns one of everything

well most things

he even has like a drawer of many phones

it’s like a museum of the company he works for lmao

has this spare room that he turned into an office

which definitely could be mistaken for a man cave

the ultimate problem solver

in work and in life

like he can get a phone call about a super complex problem

and he knows what to do just like that

or a mate has a problem with some relationship

and the reply he gives them is just wow

and he’ll have just made their problem sound a lot less stressful or problematic

loves to help people in and out of work

he understands that the people he is helping might be at their worst moment in their work

or it’s an older person desperately wanting to contact family

he doesn’t just solve the technological problems

he calms you at the beginning of the call

he motivates you at the end and wishes you luck

he talks you through the technology in layman’s terms so you can understand what it is you’re doing

and that attitude continues in his social life

he’s the sober friend when you’re crying in the club toilet drunk

he’s the friend that comes knocking on your door because he hasn’t heard from you in a while and he wants to check everything is okay

he will drop you a phone call the day after to see how you’re hanging

or just because

just because he’s an absolute sweetheart

J-Hope

College Tutor

the type that is fairly laid back

but won’t take any shit

so go through your assignment at your own pace

just don’t take the mickey

like he will understand that you might have some personal shit going on

and he’ll extend a deadline under special circumstances

but don’t push your luck by lying to him

happy to have banter with the students

makes lessons fun

but also productive

actually the most productive class(es) of anyone’s day

he’s just one of those tutors you’d love

because he’s engaging

and there’s that one other tutor that no one really likes

because this other guy is boring, dull, basically almost jealous of the students and their ambitions

and although Hoseok won’t say a bad word about his colleague

he can teach you more in half an hour than the other guy does in the entire year

and when you pass the unit he won’t even take credit for the significant part he played

really fucking modest

but he really is one of those teachers that builds lives

keeps quite to himself generally though

has just a small group of friends outside of the college

it’s important to him to keep professional and personal life different

just an overall cool guy

very fair

some say a bit boring

but he’s just sensible really

no one from colleges knows he has a wife

some girls swoon over him and speculate he could be single

and usually he’s oblivious to / ignores any flirting

he’s just here to do his job

he’s here to educate

and he’s here to help you

and he’s happy to help you

Jimin

Dance Instructor

yes, it’s a bit of a typical idea, sorry

but come on

dishy dance teacher whilst you try to learn a style of dance

some students may or may not purposely so bits wrong

because they know Jimin can sometimes be quite physical in his teaching

“Okay, no worries, let’s go back to that bit... It goes like...”

and he’s just behind you to guide you

nice

has his own dance school

holds sessions in the local community centre every weekday night

Monday: contemporary

Tuesday: Street Dance

Wednesday: Musical Theatre

Thursday: Tap

Friday: Ballet

the little un’s are in from 4pm - 5pm

preteens 5pm -6pm

teens / young adults 6pm - 7pm

and finally the adults at 8pm

it sounds like hard work

but dance is all Jimin knows

he’s more than used to is

his stamina is so good

and once his business as a teacher gets up and running

he can afford to put on shows

to showcase all the hard work his students have done

every year, some time in spring

the nearest theatre in town

it’s not as successful as, say, the pantomimes at xmas

but there are plenty of family and friends of the students interested

parents come to watch their kids

adults come to watch their friends

and so on

He has so much faith in everyone

and is proud of every little achievement

at kid’s tap class he’ll be like “wow Sally! that’s amazing! you did a pick up!”

or “keep it going Amanda, you can do it!” at adult ballet

but it’s not just dance achievements he’s interested about

the things you do in your life matter too

sometimes he can be like a therapist

pulls you aside after class if he doesn’t think you were quite as on it as usual today

“are you okay today? you seemed distracted”

yes by your beautiful presence

just kidding

kinda

and you can just tell him

he’s always there to listen if you need to talk about something that you don’t want to tell friends or family

he’s there for anything really

like maybe a teen is struggling with exams

and his encouragement really contributes to them pulling through

“you passed maths! I’m so proud! I knew you could do it!”

and there’s always the big squeezy hug that follows

he loves everyone

everyone loves him

no one can say a bad word about him

like seriously, no one can

Vintage store owner

Tae always wanted to own a shop

ever since he was a kid

he didn’t quite know what it was that appealed to him

but just the idea of running a store that’s your own

that’s the dream he worked towards

ever since school

weekend jobs

errands for neighbours

he saved every penny

and invested it on the cute little building

on the block before the high street

Not like a charity shop

well some of the stock is second hand

but that’s because it’s real vintage

actually not just vintage, further back than that

like some of his stock can be referred to as ‘antique’

anything that has history

everything in his little shop has a story

the decorative chandelier that belonged to a middle class family in the early 1900′s

a vase made in Japan that someone brought back from touring the country years ago

velvet upholstery that could have been part of a noble household in Europe

glassware from the 70′s with intricate design

just cool stuff

you could spend hours in his shop

knows a lot about antiques, collectables, etc

blink and you’ll miss if you want something there

if you see it and you love it the first time you go in

you better buy it

because it’ll be gone even by this evening

his knowledge makes him a brilliant sales person

because the way he delivers the information about an object

just makes you want to buy it

so as you can imagine, sales are always good

everyone within a couple miles radius probably has something in their home bought from Tae’s store

Jungkook

Firefighter

because phwoar

lmao sorry

wait, no I’m not

can’t you just imagine it though

the uniform

the muscles

okay sorry not sorry

a true hero

like sure, all of his colleagues are too, of course

but he goes that little bit extra

takes more risks

he doesn’t let much scare him

passionate about what he does

can mean he gets a bit extra in other aspects of his life

because he knows the dangers of literally anything

like you leave the hairdryer plugged in a few minutes after using it and he’s like

“NOOO!”

*dramatically, almost full takes a leaping dive to get there, unplugs it*

adrenaline rushes

he lives for those

a very can do attitude

feels amazing after rescuing anyone from anything

it could be a cat in a tree, evacuating people in a flood, or a person from a house fire

if he has helped them, it’s all rewarding

just good at everything

the job of course prepared him for lots

but he’s just like REALLY good at everything

first aid pro

ultimate calming skills

navigation and driving - smooth

excellent judgement

even the science behind it all, he knows more than enough

all that jazz

he often gives lessons to younger people

because it’s important that incidents can be prevented

he’s very popular when he makes appearances in schools

because all the girls fancy him

obvs

some guys too hahaha

and I don’t just mean the ones that are quite sure they might be gay

anyways

pretty close to being a real life super hero

like he has to work at unsociable hours

but everyone in the area knows him

there’s hardly a street he walks down without someone saying hello

and even when they’re experiencing some of the worst possible situations

he just brings smiles to people’s faces

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Hi, I’m wondering if you have any other ideas about the memory mishap au? Somehow this au is just extremely endearing to me, and I’ve come back to it times to times. In a good mood? Time for mishap au. In a bad mood? mishap au. Sleepy but somehow too tired to sleep? MEMORY MISHAP AU. So yeah I would love to hear your thoughts about this au. Maybe other things that the siblings notice about five? How does he deal with the new appreciation?? Thank you, and have a nice day :>

asdfSADF i’m honored you like it so much !! for all of those following along at home the memory mishap au is this one here where they travel back in time to their 13 year old selves - except Five seems to be missing a good chunk of memory. Oh, say everything since he was actually thirteen. Which means Five does not know about the apocalypse whoops.

anyway the squad run away with Five’s ‘run away’ supplies from a shoebox under the floorboards with some fake IDs and some cash - he was planning on pulling a runner in the original timeline and was in the process of hoarding supplies (Five wanted everything perfect before he proposed any plan, no loopholes about preparedness - but his perfectionism was his downfall and he didn’t tell anyone when he vanished and all his siblings were trapped in the house with no idea of the treasure trove within the house)

“Why didn’t you tell me about the plan?” Vanya asks, quietly in the backseat of the van they all may or may not have hotwired from the long term parking lot of an airport.

She looks Five up and down. He looks excited, thrilled. He looks… unburdened in a way that none of the others do, with the threat of the apocalypse and the Commission hanging over their heads. All they have to go on are the scant pieces of information Five deigned to share with them before jumping them back, which was admittedly little.

(He looks young.)

He shrugs, looking sheepish. And Five has never exactly been a closed book, but in that terrible week before the apocalypse Vanya only ever saw fear and anger and a terrible yearning grief in him. That’s almost all been wiped away now, replaced by relief and joy and a dash of deep confusion. Not that Vanya blames him for the last one - they’d all changed after seventeen years.

“I didn’t want to say anything until it was a sure thing.” Five admits, whispering back but it’s pretty clear from the silence of the rest of the car that the others are listening. And from the little roll of his eyes, Five isn’t exactly unaware of this fact. “Plus I wasn’t exactly sure what, uh. Everyone would say.”

To her credit, Allison is on Vanya’s other side and is studiously looking out the window to give as much illusion of privacy as seven 13 year olds crammed in a car can give.

Vanya frowns. “What was your plan, anyway? I don’t think Luther would have left when we were thirteen.”

There’s some sputtering from the driver’s seat where Luther, as the tallest and most likely of the seven to be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old, is smacked by Diego to keep him quiet. Both Vanya and Five are unimpressed with this effort. It’s not like Vanya is wrong, anyway.

Five looks distinctly embarrassed and looks out the window, avoiding looking at Vanya. But more importantly, avoiding looking at Allison. “I had some, uh. Some blackmail.”

“On Luther?” Klaus can’t contain himself and interjects. Ben smacks him, looking over his shoulder apologetically at the backseat trio (now that Ben can actually smack Klaus he’s been doing it with great frequency and with some amount of glee). Still. “We’re talking Luther ‘Good-Two-Shoes’ Hargreeves?” Yeah the smack was never going to stop him.

Five squirms in his seat, looking at his shoes. This has the entire car’s attention on him, barring Luther keeping his eyes on the road but exuding some ferocious concentration his way. “Uh. The blackmail wasn’t on Luther.”

There’s a short pause before Allison whips her head away from the window (abandoning the illusion of privacy) to stare openly at Five. “What?” She demands, loudly. “What the hell did you have on me?”

“Uh,” Five grimaces, “You know, uh. You didn’t uh, you know your hiding spot in the closet?”

“You went through my closet?” Allison shrieks, blood rushing to her face as she remembers exactly the kind of stupid teenage shit she hid away when she was thirteen. Nothing incredibly incriminating, but the sort of embarrassing stuff she wouldn’t want to see the light of day.

“You weren’t exactly subtle!” Five shot back, crossing his arms defensively. “You never close your door!”

“You spied on me? You little shit!” Allison lunges across the car, squishing Vanya who protests loudly, as Five squeals against the assault, batting back at Allison.

“Hey! Hey!” Luther yells back at them, “I will pull this car over so help me, quit it!”

“Don’t make me tell them about all your stupid crushes!” Five threatens, “I know exactly what stupid magazine pages you kissed!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Allison howls, being pushed back by a particularly ruffled looking Vanya.

“No! No go on!” Klaus eggs on, looking absolutely delighted at this conversation. He’s laughing and has actually unbuckled his seatbelt in order to turn around and kneel over his seat to watch the chaos unfolding.

“Klaus put your seatbelt back on.” Diego reprimands instantly. Klaus, predictably, ignores this.

“I want to switch seats!” Five demands, since Allison is still glowering with intent to smack. The Cain instinct is strong at the moment.

“If anyone should get to switch seats it’s me!” Vanya interjects, deeply aggrieved after the treatment of being generally steamrolled over since she’s in the middle seat. At this, both Allison and Five have the decency to look at least a little bit abashed.

“We need to get gas in a bit anyway.” Luther points out, “Vanya can have shotgun, then.”

Diego makes an offended noise, considering the fact that he is the one currently in the front seat next to Luther.

“It’s time to switch around!” Luther says, sounding a little offended even as he hunches his shoulder up around his ears. “It’s you guys turn to sit in the back anyway.” Five’s noticed that Luther hunches a lot more now, as if he is constantly expecting to be far too big. He wonders just how tall their already tallest sibling ends up being and makes a mental note to ask.

(The others gave Five a crash course in the future, but understandably plenty of details were glossed over or forgotten about as being unimportant. He knows Luther was on the moon but isn’t aware of his father’s questionable experimentation on Number One.)

“How come you aren’t included in this whole turn taking thing?” Diego demands with a scowl.

“‘Cause I’m tallest and least likely to get pulled over.” Luther states evenly. It’s a discussion that’s been had on way more than one occasion.

“You’re not even that much taller than me yet!” Diego protests, a scowl upon his face.

“How tall does Luther get?” Five cuts in, leaning forward in curiosity.

“Super tall.” Klaus offers, a lopsided grin on his face, “Diego just happened to not grow after thirteen. Tragic, honestly.”

“Shut up!” Diego snaps, twisting around, “He’s a fucking liar! If anyone of us didn’t grow after thirteen it’s Vanya!”

Five looks at Vanya and she just shrugs. It’s not like it’s not true, after all. “It’s kind of nice to not have to crane my neck to look at everyone. Like, the whole family got super tall except for me. I’m half convinced Dad was slipping growth drugs into you guys food or something.”

“Did I get tall?” Five asks, bouncing a little.

The car descends into a seriously awkward silence. The grin on Five’s face falters. “Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess, uh. Right.”

“We didn’t get to see you as a grown up.” Ben tells their sibling quietly. “You told us you were fifty-nine when you came back, and I don’t know how long you worked for the Commission for, but I think you grew up in the apocalypse.”

“Less than five years.” Luther adds, getting the whole car’s attention. He cringes a little at the eyes on him. “Uh, before Diego came in me and Five uh, had a little heart to heart and stuff. Five years is the length of a contract at the Commission, apparently? So uh. You were with them for less than five years.”

“You were short.” Klaus says with the kind of authority that makes everyone look at him in more than a little confusion. Klaus shrugs. “Look, he showed up in that suit, right? And it wasn’t all that big on him. That means he didn’t grow that much taller, or he’d have been tripping over his pants.”

Five sinks back in his seat, looking mightily disappointed. Vanya pats his shoulder in shorty solidarity.

“To be fair!” Klaus gestures, breaking the moment, “You were like, starving for like, all of that? I’m pretty sure you mentioned eating cockroaches?” Five pulls a disgusted face at that particular revelation, “But what I mean is! Starvation could have totally stunted your growth. So you might be tall this time around!”

“We’re gonna see Five grow up this time.” Ben says out loud, and the car takes a moment to process that. None of them could imagine an adult Five, not after he’d lived on immortal in their memories as a young teen.

“I get to see you guys grow up as well?” Five points out, half because it’s true and half to break the awkward mournful attitude that fell. “This isn’t exactly a one way street, idiots.”

“And you don’t ever have to eat a single cockroach ever again!” Klaus cheers, Five pulling yet another face at the very thought. “And hey, if you don’t ever get your memories back then you won’t even remember eating cockroaches!”

Another pregnant silence.

Five shifts again. “Guys, I’m not gonna give up on getting my memories back just because I’m a little grossed out. Klaus is just being… Klaus. I’m gonna get them back eventually, I just need to figure out what equation I used to get back and figure out what went wrong. A piece of cake.”

No one brings up the fact that it had taken Five forty-five whole years to figure out the whole ‘going back’ equations after attempting time travel.

“Is now a bad time to request a bathroom break?” Vanya breaks in bluntly, unwilling to sit through this conversation for a single second longer. It startles a laugh out of Klaus and breaks any and all of the tension as Allison hesitantly seconds the request and Klaus starts demanding they get snacks if they’re to continue this road trip.

BUT YEAH I do like this au even though I don’t usually write after canon stories SO i mean technically it’s not au until season 2 comes out amiright ;3c

there’s a lot for the siblings to learn about one another, and i’m not talking about the road just between five and every else and vice versa. These losers haven’t seen each other in like, eleven years and no one except Klaus has seen Ben in even longer than that OOF none of them really know one another anymore since they’ve been very much out of one another’s lives

honestly the au right now is mainly the kids running off and stealing cars and travelling while stealing on the down low to keep themselves going and i’m actually thinking of having them run into Hazel and Agnes (who are touring the bird places that was the original plan to begin with) and Agnes isn’t about to let all these tiny children go off into the unknown!! Especially if they’re being hunted! They could get killed, Hazel. They’re just kids!

And Five is just kind of like “??? whomst? oh this is the guy with the bear mask? didn’t he like? torture Klaus and help kill Diego’s love interest or like, is that a different person. Y’all need to like, write down every single detail for real I feel like there was 0 communication between all of you for that entire week.”

and Hazel is just like,, surprised_pikachu.jpeg as they all explain that Five has a little uh,, amnesia problem and Hazel gets to meet an Actual Child with the face of the assassin he fought against and hunted down and it’s weird okay shut up

and look they wouldn’t consider it except for the fact that having some Actual Adults around would probably help since they’ve already had to skedaddle from several places after being eyed just a little too hard by concerned shopkeepers and citizens and whatnot for being seven teens on an apparent road trip

Klaus demands piggyback rides and Hazel is just kind of like “are you sure it’s Five who lost his memories and is a child again” and they others are all just kind of “oh yeah you get used to him just sort of power through it.”

honestly just general siblings shenanigans pleases me which is why we have the earlier scene between five and allison that i have exactly 0 regrets about #bless

#memory mishap au #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #hazel #tua hazel #agnes #tua agnes #this was a lot of fun to write tbh #allison and five are me and my brother while vanya is my sister forever trapped in the middle seat

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trashyeggroll · 5 years

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"It'll be fun, trust me" - Melko with bonus points for Niko saying this to Mel!

Posted to Ao3!

“No. Absolutely not. This is literally one of the first lessons we learned—no magic for personal gain.”

“Come on, it’s not really personal gain,” whines Niko Hamada, dramatically poking out her bottom lip at her girlfriend, Mel Vera. When the witch just keeps her arms crossed, Niko shuffles closer and wraps her arms around her waist. “Please?”

Mel rolls her eyes, but doesn’t fight the embrace, and doesn’t pull away when Niko starts pressing kisses into her neck. “No.”

“Pleeease?” sighs the taller woman. “It’ll be fun, trust me.”

“Yeah, because nothing bad has ever happened after those words were uttered,” grumbles the time witch, even as she feels her willpower crumbling. It falls completely when Niko’s teeth graze her skin, just under her jaw, sending an electric shudder through her body, all the way to her toes. She decides she’s going to make the investigator work harder for it, though. “If it’s not for personal gain, it’s definitely asinine—and risky.”

“What’s a little danger to my dangerous, powerful girlfriend, hmm?”

Mel finally allows herself to smile then, scratching her fingers through Niko’s hair before pulling the investigator up so their eyes meet. “You promise to do what I say?”

“Scout’s honor,” says the investigator with a solemn expression and three raised fingers.

“Is that the Hunger Games salute?”

“It is also used in Girl Scouts, which I think is on-brand.”

There’s no arguing with that, and their disagreement is settled, anyway. Mel rocks forward to her tiptoes, pressing her lips to Niko’s. “You’re a pain in my ass sometimes.”

Niko chuckles, pitching her voice low as she answers, “Only sometimes?”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The investigator whoops excitedly before grabbing their road trip bag and darting out the front door to her car.

Mel smiles to herself, and then feels eyes on her—when she turns, Macy is sipping tea in the nearby living room, eyebrows raised.

“Shut up,” growls the time witch, crossing her arms.

“I said nothing,” counters Macy coolly. “I didn’t say, whipped.”

Muttering to herself, Mel grabs her phone and purse from the entryway table. Her sister wasn’t wrong. She could barely say no to Niko at the grocery store, much less when the investigator was excited about magic, the one thing that had almost ripped them apart.

But she still flips the bird over her shoulder when Mach calls out as she’s closing the door: “Try not to expose all of the magical world, thanks!”

Three hours later, and they’re parking at Michigan’s Adventure, with Niko having to gently shake Mel out of a nap. They buy tickets (they’re not thieves) and head into the park alongside a thick crowd of fellow young adults and families with children, plus the inevitable unaccompanied teens constantly running afoul of park security. The amusement park is Michigan’s largest, which had been part of Mel’s hesitation with Niko’s plan, but then again, the challenge secretly stoked her own need to give freezing several thousand people at once a try. She’d mastered aging or de-aging individual items, focusing her power to a single task, and this seemed to be the other side of that coin.

“So, what’s first?” Niko wonders aloud as she scans the park map.

She’s wearing a coral crop top under a ludicrous Hawaiian shirt and cutoff jean shorts, and Mel has to remind herself that they’re in public before her hand follows her subconscious instruction to run her palm across the tan, exposed skin of Niko’s stomach.

For her part (and despite her persuasive techniques earlier), Niko is wholly focused on picking out their first target, and she lands on a giant wooden roller coaster called Shivering Timbers.

Part of Mel’s hesitation at their plan had been her own mild fear of roller coasters, and she has to steel herself as they approach the massive track, with Niko excitedly reciting trivia over her shoulder. The words are mostly lost to the wind, but Mel is comforted enough by her girlfriend’s rumbling tone and the warmth of her long fingers holding Mel’s tight as they navigate throngs of people. When they get to the base of the roller coaster, where people first get into line, Niko stops abruptly and spins, her eyes bright like a kid at Disneyland, and the time witch takes a deep breath before throwing her freeze.

The sudden silence is the most jarring effect—the air had been almost overwhelmingly filled with sound, voices and laughter and heavy machinery, kids screeching as roller coaster cars zipped past. All of it stops, which Mel takes as a sign that she’s been successful.

“Wow,” murmurs Niko, spinning in place to take in the frozen world. “That’s… wow.”

Mel does a mock curtsy. “We doing this, Hamada?”

“Lead the way.” The taller woman does her own teasing bow, with one arm out like a knight guiding her liege.

But Mel leads anyway, walking briskly up the FastPass lane, bypassing the scanner checkpoint, until they find an isolated spot, and then she releases the freeze, wincing at the onslaught of noise. They get to the top without incident, and a park employee lets them through the gate when it’s their turn.

Her cheeks burn with mild guilt as the folks who’ve waited an hour and a half shoot envious glares their way, but then again… they do get the seats at the very front of the railcar. Hashtag worth it. Niko’s babbling excitedly as the operator checks their lap bar, and her pure happiness is like its own sunshine. Mel steals a kiss from the investigator when she has to stop and take a breath, and Niko quiets long enough to share a lingering gaze with her before the ride lurches into motion.

Fear flickers in Mel’s stomach as the railcar ratchets up the first incline, with the people in the seats behind them hollering with increasing anticipation. It seems like it takes forever to get to the top, and then there’s that moment that’s like the instant before a fall: the car tips forward, and the magnet is about to release—

“Ohhh, that is such a good idea!” shouts Niko, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

It takes a moment for Mel to realize why her girlfriend is praising her panicked freeze, but then she opens one eye, and the other, and takes in the view. They’re overlooking the endless green that is Michigan, and while it’s absolutely breathtaking, the smile on Niko Hamada’s face rivals even the Eden-esque vista.

“Can you break us out of these?”

Mel murmurs a quick spell, and the lap bars pop open (she’ll have to make sure to enchant them back into the seats before releasing their freeze), and Niko carefully climbs out of the car, onto the walkway beside it. She extends a hand to help Mel out, and the time witch absurdly feels like a princess being escorted out of a carriage, especially when Niko immediately wraps her in her arms, protective and strong.

“This is so cool. Thanks for doing this. I love you,” Niko says against her hair, giving her waist a firm squeeze.

“You were right. It’s pretty fun,” agrees the witch as she nuzzles into the crook of the investigator’s neck.

“Selfie time,” Niko produces her phone from her pocket and holds it high, and Mel glances up without lifting her face from her girlfriend’s warm skin. The end effect is a picture of Niko smiling from ear to ear, and just the side of Mel’s face, one eye curled with her own grin, as the taller woman clutches her tightly and the wind whips their hair around their faces.

“You know you can’t post that online,” says the time witch, not unkindly, as they enjoy the view for a few more seconds.

“I know,” says Niko contentedly. “I just always want to remember moments like this. With you.”

They ride Shivering Timbers seven times before moving on to the next attraction, and it’s Niko who falls asleep in the passenger seat when Mel drives them home.

#fictober 2019 #melko #cw charmed #mel x niko #niko hamada #mel vera

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cottonblush · 5 years

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blooming days | pjs

❧ word count: 3,418

❧ genre: floof

❧ notes: i kinda hate this?? but it’s whatever. i’ll be working on more bulleted list scenarios soon (hopefully lmao). i have my ap stats test tomorrow and i literally feel like i’ll get a 1 even though i got 5s on my practice tests but imma go crazy anyway. also i started bujo-ing my ideas for my fics and i have these cute stickers that remind me of hamtaro!! anyway, i hope everyone has a nice day and is happy and healthy. don’t forget to drink lots of water. i actually started drinking it more often and i feel a lot better! ty for coming to my ted talk! if anyone has any upcoming exams, good luck! uh also p.s: i probably spelled some stuff wrong but several of my reference sites were saying different things. p.p.s: this is unedited whoops

❧ parts: planting, budding, ---

The bustling sounds of the city slowly fade into background noise as Jisung finds his way back home after work, one foot slowly being placed in front of the other to form a peaceful saunter. He stops when he reaches an intersection not too far away from his street, eyes coming to rest on the soft glow of the neon sign that the neighborhood ramen shop has recently added. The light emanating from the quaint little restaurant is one of the few light sources that dots the street this late on a cold, wintry night as this one.

“It won’t hurt to get some on the way,” the boy mutters to himself, already stepping into the small, warmly lit restaurant, as if he would have needed any convincing in the first place.

He’s greeted by the familiar face of the ahjussi who owns the place. Eyes quickly scanning over the menu, he settles on the newest item that the store has to offer: fire noodles. He tells the older man what he would like, figuring it’ll be just like the processed noodles sold at the store he works at, before he strolls over to his usual seat by the window.

The young man turns around to resume people-watching the many teens and adults getting home at this time as well, releasing a soft sigh, placing his head in his left hand, and drumming his fingers against the soft skin of his face. The sun is setting, the last rays of marmalade tinted light streaming through the window. Jisung takes this time to remind himself that this is the part where Jaemin would tell him to take a selfie and get that “golden hour glow.” He almost does, but at that moment, a bowl of steaming noodles covered in a glistening, ruby colored sauce is placed in front of him.

The owner warily says when he finally comes around with the noodles, “It’s pretty spicy, just so you know.” However, Jisung brushes this off, telling the gentleman that he’s used to spicy food, and digs in, enjoying the familiar tingling feeling on his tongue that fire noodles tend to bring. The wet, pink muscle peaks out of his mouth and lap up any sauce that happens to escape.

After a while, the dull tingling turns into a burning sting all over Jisung’s mouth and salty tears start to well up in his eyes. Before he knows it, Jisung is full-on crying with ears full of the sounds of his own sniffles and doesn’t even notice the old lady that comes up to sit next to him.

The woman looks to be in her upper 60’s and when she gently pats Jisung’s shoulder to provide a sense of comfort, he recognizes her as the owner of the flower shop just next door. She rests her chin in her other hand and lets out a dreamy sigh. “Ah, I remember the feeling of young love,” she says.

This makes the young man turn to her, eyebrows knitted in confusion. He tries to explain, tone flustered and face quickly turning a bright shade of red, “I think you’re misunderstanding the situation. I’m not in-”

“Nonsense,” she replies, “I know just by the look on your face. You were thinking about someone special, weren’t you? And you were looking at those pretty gardenias in that vase. Everyone knows that’s the symbol for a secret love. Have you not told them yet? I think it’s best to just rip off the band-aid and get it over with, in my experience at least.”

Jisung wants to tell the lady that kids don’t just memorize the meanings of flowers, but he thinks that one: that might discourage her seeing as she runs a flower shop and seems to care a lot about it, and two: it’s a little rude. Instead, he puts on a calm façade and reassures her, “There really has been a misunderstanding here. I wasn’t really looking at those flowers on purpose. And I just ate some spicy noodles, so it looked like I was crying.”

The old lady slowly gets up and hums, “Whatever you say,” before going to place her own order. Jisung takes this as his queue to leave and gathers his things. Just before he places a hand on the door, he takes one last glance at the little flowers in the clear vase, wondering if maybe the lady is on to something.

It clearly sticks with him because later that night as he lays in his bed, covers pulled up and lights turned off, Jisung can’t seem to take his mind off the pretty white blossoms. For some reason, your face comes to mind, unknowingly bringing a small smile to his visage. His eyes slowly flutter shut, little memories of you playing against the back of his lids as if he’s in a dark movie theater watching a montage of the two of you.

Halloween is quickly approaching, now less than a week away, and the gang (Jisung, you, Chenle, Haechan, and Renjun) has decided to get some pumpkins from a farm not too far away from town. As soon as you arrive, you and Haechan run ahead of the others, both trying to find the perfect pumpkin.

Jisung, on the other hand, chooses to take his time, leisurely walking alongside Chenle and Renjun as they discuss something about Chinese traditions around this time of the year. The leaves started to fall the week before, so for each step that Jisung takes, he hears a satisfying crunch beneath his shoes. The weather is still fairly pleasant, not yet to the point where you can see your breath in the air.

Sauntering through the gates to the pumpkin patch, the kids are greeted by the sight of rows upon rows of vibrant orange pumpkins, some small and cute, others larger and optimal for carving. Not even a couple of minutes in, everyone hears a high pitched yelp and looks over to find that Chenle has managed to trip on literally nothing but air, ending up face down on the ground and crushing several mini pumpkins beneath him. Renjun can’t help but snicker, leaving Jisung to help the poor, pouting boy back up to his feet.

Jisung is in the middle of helping Chenle wipe pumpkin guts off his shirt (that’s probably worth more than all of his life savings) when he notices you and Haechan bickering out of the corner of his eye.

“Dude, I totally saw it first,” you argue.

Haechan deadpans and says, “Sure, Y/n. And I’m actually Thor from The Avengers.”

You don’t hesitate to scoff at that and say, “More like Loki.”

The two of you are in your own world, not even noticing that Jisung, Renjun, and a now clean Chenle are sitting on the ground and acting like they’re watching the final showdown in an action movie.

Haechan picks up the pumpkin you two are fighting over, one of the largest in the patch that has no blemishes at all, and sets it behind him so that he can guard it. It turns out to be the wrong move because without a moment of hesitation, you launch a roundhouse kick into his side, watching as he flails on his way down to the ground. You quickly grab the prized pumpkin and run toward the owner of the farm.

Your voice is boisterous and full of glee as you call out, “Excuse me, sir. I’d like this one!” The sound of your laugh follows soon after when you see that Haechan is hot on your tail.

It’s cheesy, but as you get farther and farther away, Jisung tries to imprint the sound your laughter into his mind, wanting to save it for whenever he is feeling down.

II.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you get yourself in these situations, Y/n,” Renjun says, mirth lacing his voice as he wraps a bandage around your ankle. You’re slouched on a stool in the nurse’s office, leaning forward so you can observe the blonde-haired boy.

Renjun is the nurse’s assistant, which means that he sees you quite often given how clumsy you are. This time, you’ve managed to twist your ankle simply walking from your class to Jisu’s so you could compare grades on a recent test. Jisung happens to be there when it happens, so he helps you over to the nurse’s office and sits next to you, carefully doting over you until Renjun arrives.

You huff and cross your arms, rebutting, “Give me a break! I’m telling you one of the tiles in the hallway is uneven. I’m not that clumsy that I just trip over the air.”

At this, Renjun coughs into his elbow, muttering, “Yes you are.”

Jisung can’t deny that he feels a little twinge of something as he sees you playfully slap Renjun’s shoulder and give him a hearty laugh. He tries to laugh along, but it turns out to be an awkward chuckle.

Renjun turns to him with lips quirked upward and says, “Dude, you don’t even know how often she comes here. I’m surprised she’s not just a pile of bones at this point.”

Feeling plenty attacked, you say, “That’s it! I’m telling the administration that the literal nurse’s assistant is out here bullying me. And next time, I’ll just suffer on my own instead of coming to you.”

When the aforementioned assistant raises his hand to pinch your cheek and tell you to stop pouting, Jisung is finally able to identify the feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach: envy.

III.

It’s probably well past midnight and Jisung has just fallen asleep. The sound of crickets chirping flows through the tiny opening of the window he forgot to close. His desk lamp is still on and the fan of his laptop is still softly humming. He’s woken up with a startle when the sound of his ringtone (which Chenle had recently set to the original Pokémon theme song in honor of the new movie) blares out, reverbing against the walls of his small bedroom. He’s about to throw his phone out the window when he squints at the screen and notices that it’s you and it’s a facetime video call.

The video is blurry at first, but the sound of your voice as his name falls from your lips in a shaky sigh is surprisingly clear. You aren’t crying, but every now and then, you let out a tiny sniffle. In addition, even with the low resolution of the video call, Jisung can see salty tears pooling up against your eyelids.

“I’m so nervous, Jisung,” you say shakily, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your phone is propped up against your wall or something on your desk, so the teen gets a full view of you as you drop your face in your hands and rub your eyes aggressively.

Jisung urges you to calm down, asking what’s wrong but being careful not to be too pushy. You explain that you feel like you’re going to fail the upcoming history test.

“I’ve tried to study, but everything is just going in one ear and out the other,” you explain.

The young man assures you that you’ll be fine, but when you shake your head and vehemently deny it, he tries a different approach. Giving you a couple of minutes to calm down, he offers to help you review for it.

And so he does. He starts from the beginning, carefully explaining each topic covered in class and making sure you’re paying attention. By the time you’ve covered the entire chapter, you’re resting your chin on your arm and gazing sleepily at your phone screen. After you’ve let out what Jisung thinks is your thousandth yawn, he tells you it’s time to sleep.

He packs away his notes and textbooks and is about to bid you goodnight when he notices that you’ve fallen asleep already. He freezes in his place, eyes not able to move from the way that your eyelashes gently fan against your cheeks and the way that several strands of hair have fallen to cover your face. He notices the heavy, dark eyebags that surround your eyes and the small amount of drool that’s already starting to escape your mouth.

Jisung quickly snaps out of his daze and presses the red button that ends the call, sitting back against his desk chair and closing his eyes. He’s much too tired to move to his bed and is probably bordering on a state of delirium, but he realizes that your face, no matter how sloppy or tired, is a sight he could get lost in any day at any time. And with that revelation, his mind descends into sleep while a soft smile rests on his lips.

IV.

Jisung is stuffing his face with cheesy tteokbokki when his phone lights up with a several new notifications.

The first one is an email from his teacher, probably a response to a question he asked the day before. The second is a reminder that he has an appointment to get a haircut in a few days. And the most recent is a snapchat notification telling him that you’ve sent him a snap.

He sets down his utensils and picks up his phone, quickly unlocking it and opening the app. Tapping on your name with the red square next to it, he’s greeted with a picture of you with a small white puppy tucked under your chin.

The caption of the picture reads, “Moomin is doing great but he misses you :(”

To add some context, Moomin is a the stray dog that you, Jisung, and Renjun found one day on the way back after school. Of course, since Renjun “found him first,” he argued that he would get to pick a name.

Not even thinking about it, Jisung takes a screenshot of the picture, heart melting just a little bit at the sight of your smiling face pressed up against Moomin. But then the ten second timer expires and he’s greeted with the sight of two blue arrows, one overlapping the other. He drops his phone and covers his face with his hands, fingers split so that he could peep at his phone. He gets a text message from you not a moment later and he thinks he’s about to get exposed. His whole form is shaking with nervousness as he checks your text.

However, Jisung literally wants to bang his head on a wall as he sees that you’ve just sent him a picture of Moomin (this time without your face in the frame) and a message that reads, “If u wanted a pic of moomin so bad you should’ve just asked lol”

Only the gods will ever know how you can be so oblivious at times, but Jisung is glad. Now, he has a cute picture of you and a cute picture of Moomin, and he’s saved himself a ton of embarrassment. He also isn’t complaining because he finds it quite endearing when you’re dense (which happens a lot).

“Jeno, have I mentioned that you and Hana would look really good together? And she’s super smart just like you!”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, you should totally ask her out or something.”

It’s another regular day, and another occasion on with you are trying to set Jeno up with one of your many friends that are head over heels for the poor boy.

“I’m not really interested in her, though. Sorry, Y/n,” Jeno says awkwardly while scratching the back of his neck.

“You haven’t even given her a chance though,” you say, knowing that you’re beginning to sound childish.

At this moment, Chenle and Jisung run up to the two of you, asking what’s up.

You explain, “Jeno keeps turning down all of the friends I try to set him up with.”

You’re expecting Chenle to at least give you a sympathetic nod or something, but he releases a loud laugh instead.

In between his chuckles, he manages to say, “Are you kidding, Y/n? Jeno and Jaemin have been dating since my Halloween party.”

“What? What the actual heck?! Jeno! How could you not tell me?”

You stomp ahead of the trio, arms folded and head facing the ground. Jisung jogs to catch up with you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and assuring you that they aren’t even that public with their relationship anyway.

You continue to sulk, asking, “Am I really that oblivious though?”

Recalling many previous experiences in which you were very much oblivious, Jisung decides it’s best not to answer, causing you to pout even more than you already are. And while Jisung thinks it’s a cute expression, he’d much rather see you smile. So he spends the rest of the day trying to cheer you up, spending the rest of his allowance on snacks at the tuck shop.

At the end of the day, his wallet is weeping and he’s never craved the red bean bun that you’re eating more than he does now, but it’s worth it to see that your spirits are lifted.

VI.

It’s the first snow of the season and the gang is out playing in the park, reveling in the fact that they have no assignments or after school classes for the day. You’re sitting on a swing, sipping some hot chocolate and swaying back and forth. You inhale deeply and let out a sigh, watching as your breath vanishes into the air.

Jaemin runs up to you and asks to try some of your drink, probably thinking it’s some type of coffee. Of course, you comply, holding your steaming steel tumbler out to the young man. He takes one sip and his nose scrunches up.

“What is that? Oh my god,” he says.

“It’s peppermint hot chocolate, Nana. Not everyone can drink coffee 24/7 like you do.”

“Peppermint?! Dude, gross. The only things that go in hot chocolate are whipped cream and cinnamon.”

You shoot Jaemin an incredulous look and ask the rest of the group, “Shut up. Peppermint is superior, right guys?”

The rest of the boys are too busy sliding down the slides or trying to make snowballs out of the thin layer of snow that’s on the ground, so the only response you get is a couple of careless shrugs.

A couple of days later, Jisung is sitting in the convenience store once again and reminiscing about the good old days like any high school student does. He remembers you saying something about peppermint and subconsciously starts perusing the store, briefly recalling that they just got a shipment of Christmas themed air fresheners.

His eyes light up when he finds the peppermint scented ones nestled at the back of the display. He grabs one and takes it to the register, trying to convince himself that he wants to make his room smell nice and not that he’s going to use it to spray on his school uniform.

However, several hours later, he finds himself spraying the canister into his closet, coating all his clothes with the soft scent of peppermint candy.

You take notice of it immediately the next day, telling Jisung that he smells really nice, and his face turns a bright vermillion.

Chenle chortles and elbows his side, saying, “Yeah, Jisung. You smell sooooo good! What is it again? Peppermint? Isn’t that a coincidence?”

Jisung proceeds to shove Chenle against a set of lockers and cover the loud-mouthed boy’s mouth with one of his hands, ignoring the way you raise an eyebrow in question of his behavior.

He’d probably die if he got found out, but he’s glad you like it and will probably continue to use his new “cologne” well into the summer seasons.

As Jisung finally descends into a state of light slumber, a warm feeling spreading across his body. It’s like he’s sitting by a fireplace wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, wearing the fancy slippers that he stole from hotel that Chenle took him to one time. It’s like the sun is shining down on his face on a cloudless day. Every memorable instance of you (which is basically every single one) is coming together, each one like a petal of a delicate flower.

He doesn’t know it yet, but that metaphorical flower will soon be in full bloom, and with it will come a realization that he may or may not be ready for.

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