#I just got back from Disney and I forgot to show you guys this

[yae-energy]

ysl productions presents… wheel of fortune: episode one

“what’s in your fridge?”

synopsis: y/n takes a look in gojo’s fridge, and… it’s interesting to say the least

cast: rich nigga gojo! x high maintenance black fem reader! , (megumi is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au! no curses (i don’t like the canon v much rn so imma pretend she doesn’t exist 😁)

cw: cursing, usage of the nword, gojo and reader are in a situationship? | wc: 883 wrds, 4,823 characters (hc’s at the end are not included)

a/n: y’all this is my FIRST piece of work in a loooonnnggg time, not too much on my rusty ass

[11:11]

was the time displayed on your phone the moment your groggy eyes fixated on the screen. it felt like a scene straight out of a disney movie with the way birds melodically chirped outside the condo, silky, white sheets creating a luxurious sensation on your skin. it's been a while since the last time you even stepped foot inside gojo's place. he's a busy man, you're an even busier woman, it is what it is. but that doesn't mean he won’t make time for you, though!

late night drives in his '22 rolls-royce ghost (his favorite out of his many, many cars,) expensive dates at michelin star establishments, first class flights whenever he wants to treat you to a vacation. whatever you want, whenever you want,

you need it? he got it.

and that's what you absolutely adored about him.

despite you guys not being exclusive or anything, he never fails to show you off. he's your favorite out of your roster, (cause he be feedin you pasta and lobster) so why not try to treat your “man” to a homemade breakfast? - at least… that's what the plan originally was.

upon dressing yourself in the pink, fluffy, satin robe you packed in your “overnight bag” (ignoring the fact you planned on hanging around his place for more than just ONE night.) and freshening yourself up in the bathroom, you head out to the kitchen. pink fluffy slippers clacking against the hardwood floor as 40in water wave bundles swayed against your back. (courtesy of gojo.)

it's been so long you almost forgot how nice everything was. expensive furniture decorating the living space from left to right, with the most notable piece being the fat ass grand piano you weren't even sure he knew how to play. a small framed photo of him and megumi sitting cutely on top.

. . .

it was always so easy for you to get starstruck from all of the shiny trinkets gojo had displayed around his home. you damn near forgot what you even got up to do, leaving you scrunching your face in confusion before you stopped in your tracks. the sudden remembrance of breakfast shaking you out of your daze.

you hadn’t even decided on a dish yet, chicken and waffles had always been a go-to for you- however this was your first shot at proving your “wifely skills.” with the kind of money he was making you didn’t mind being a lil stay at home boo. your boring ass 9-5 wasn’t gonna just hand you a birkin at will.

fuck them jobs.

perhaps something with a little more…elegance then? you were definitely in the mood for waffles so- ….

“now this nigga know damn well…”

you muttered under your breath, sucking your teeth in the process. gojo was a lot of things: loud, obnoxious, an occasional dickhead, the list could go on. but broke was certainly not one of them. so it was a wonder to you on…

WHY IN THEE HELL.

his fridge was empty.

dead empty.

not a speck of food in sight. the only edible thing in there being an old ketchup bottle and 3 mustard packets.

it took you by surprise so bad that you almost didn’t feel the warmth of his hands caressing your waist, the scent of YOUR rose water sugar scrub grazing your nose.

speak of the devil.

“i know you ain’t been in my shit again” you mumbled out. relaxing in the feeling of his arms while he leaned down to your cheek, peppering you with kisses before responding to your comment.

“whatt?? nooo…never…”

making you smile helplessly at his attempt to play coy. he was always so cute with you whenever you two were alone. as much as he wanted to be all nonchalant and suave in public he was a whole ‘nother person behind the scenes.

“mmhmm” you answered, making sure to direct the conversation back to the original concern at hand.

“by the way… do you wanna tell me why your fridge looks like who did it and why? there’s nothing in there. like nothing. like none at all-”

“i- ok, no need to emphasize. you’ve judged my poor fridge enough…but, if you must know, i was spring cleaning.”

“gojo, it’s summer-”

“not the point-…now before you rudely interrupted me, i was spring cleaning- or since you’re getting your panties in a twist about it, *SUMMER* cleaning. i’m not home super often so i had megumi go through and throw stuff out- i didn’t think he’d throw EVERYTHING away so…yeah. now we’re here.”

“so you mean, MEGUMI…was ‘summer cleaning’ then. gojo stop getting that boy to do your dirty work…”

“i- wow you’re just full of assumptions this morning. i didn’t ‘GET’ him to do anything. he volunteered- which!! i personally think is very sweeet, and lovinggg of him to do for his beloved guardian.”

“right, right. my bad…” you chuckled quietly, shaking your head as you did so. “i was trynna be cute n’ shit and cook breakfast, but i guess i gotta lay that dream to rest for today.” you explained. a shallow sigh leaving your lips.

“what? no you don’t. grocery stores exist, i have a car, boom. problem solved.”

“…grocery trip it is then?”

“grocery trip it is”

. . .

grocery trip with gojo! headcannons

forgets he’s even there for groceries and goes straight to anything sweet

touches EVERYTHING

does that thing where you push the cart and ride on the back of it LMAOOO

gets a shit ton of orange juice because he claims it’s for megumi (megumi likes apple juice)

this is the first time you’ve guys have been out together in a more domestic manner so bro is NERVOUS

it makes him smile cause he feels like y’all are a real couple

“whatcha’ smiling at?”

“nothin’ ”

forgets where he parked

carries all the bags inside in one go 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

a/n pt2: yall i did not mean to make it so long 😭 its wtv tho. i hope this don’t suck LOL, i actually had a lot of fun writing this like i was lwk kicking my feet and giggling fr

#saint laurent productions #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #gojo x black reader #satoru gojo headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 1 of the minor bracket

Propaganda:

For Lord Hater and Commander Peepers :

Lord Hater is the self-proclaimed "universe's awesomest evil-doer", an immature, attention-seeking manchild with electric powers and a short temper. He rules the Hater Empire with Commander Peepers as his second-in-command (technically third, after his beloved pet spider-xenomorph, but who's counting), however it soon becomes *very* clear that the cunning, remorseless, hardworking Peepers is the *real* brains behind the empire. Peepers might be frustrated at Hater's incompetence at times and isn't above manipulating him to reach an end goal, but he'd never dream of usurping him because, well, he's really gay and in love with him (as much as he can be in an early-10s Disney cartoon, anyways). Hater might take Peepers for granted a lot of times, but as his oldest friend and closest confidante he's the one who Hater is closest to. Whether it's invading other planets or kicking puppies for fun, these two are *delightfully* terrible jerks and the epitome of gay wrongs. 

Commander Peepers is both Lord Hater's right hand man in villainy AND his jilted stay-at-home-wife-guy (Also in villainy. Hater is really good at getting distracted from productive and efficient villaining.) Lord Hater was the greatest villain in the galaxy thanks to how well he and Commander Peepers worked as an evil team to run the Hater Empire!

Lord Hater conquers planets and is such an edgy bastard. Peepers is the actual brains behind the operation. Peepers is often pushed aside by Hater, they are besties and yet Peepers is always pining for this guy who will never notice. Peepers is so horribly gay for him if you watch the show he wants his stupid boss so bad. Peepers is so scared of him season 1 but then starts yelling BACK in season 2 and has to deal with him like a babysitter or something and yet STILL idolizes him and that’s just such a fun dynamic. His password is H8RNP33PRS43VR (Hater and Peepers forever). They are so evil and everyone fears them and they are villains and they are gay and the side of the fandom that draws them as a married couple that needs counseling is absolutely correct. The fanart of Hater openly liking him back is wonderful but I swear you don’t even need that. They are so gay and villain you have to love them they are

Villains that conquer planets and do evil stuff, my favourite characters, not really canon but they are the best :)

For Basil and Sunny :

OK SO. I want to share this because Sunny and Basil are the literal definition of "be gay do crimes but taken a bit extreme" but in order to do so I would have to share explicit material. So. WARNING(s): HUGEEE spoilers for the game OMORI,  mentions of manslaughter, staged s//cide, and PTSD. Sunny and Basil were friends, best friends in fact. While they were not canonically a couple nor did they have CANON feelings for each other it is very much homoerotic (LOTS of handholding, the creator also made a tweet that just said "omg basil x sunny already", etc.). But one day Sunny got into a huge fight with his older sister Mari and then accidentally pushed her down the stairs, accidentally killing her. He did not know what to do. He just killed his sister whom he loved very much and he doesn't know what to do. Then Basil somehow comes into the picture, and helps him cover the manslaughter by staging Mari's death as s//cide (they hanged her body with a skipping rope on a tree in Sunny's backyard). By the way I forgot to mention both of them were literally twelve years old at the time. I don't know WHY Basil decided to help him stage the murder like THAT but ok?? Anyway.. Basil tried comforting him, telling him "Everything is going to be okay...", and Basil just wanted to stay with Sunny, to go through all the trauma together, to push through. Both of them felt extreme guilt and stuff. But then, Sunny, instead of going through the trauma became a hikikomori (a person who's severely socially withdrawn) and decided to isolate himself for four years and create a fake dream world where everything is fine, Mari is alive and no one can die. This made Basil extremely traumatized even further because not only did he just commit a huge crime but also his best friend and probable crush just abandoned him and everyone else during these hard times. By the way I forgot to mention Basil has abandonment issues caused by his parents that are never there for him. Ok I definitely went off topic.... Uh basically to summarize: Mari's sister died, Basil and sunny covered the murder (together!!), And then sunny left basil. Definition of be gay do crimes. But they were twelve and traumatized :( (and kinda gay tbh)

hahahahahahshshshaha the never did anything wrong in heir life whatre u taking about everything is fine

#minor bracket round 1 #omori #wander over yonder #basil omori #omori sunny #lord hater #commander peepers

[allsassnoclass]

Kid fic prompts

Had a request to gather some prompts about characters with kids! Most of these are single parent aus, but there are other iterations of characters with kids as well.

While I came up with some of these, many of these come from my AU notebook, which is years and years old and from before I properly sourced things. If they are from your prompt list, please let me know and I'll credit or remove them, which ever you prefer!

I'm the band teacher and you're the new choir teacher at this under-funded public school

We knew each other in high school and ran into each other at the grocery store and my teenage child saw the interaction and is now trying to set us up

I PUT THE KID I'M BABYSITTING DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS HOW ARE THEY GONE WHERE-- oh you found them and are now holding them and searching for their guardian

We're camp counselors at the summer camp that we both went to as little kids

We both work at Disney World and all of the little kids LOVE you

Alternatively, you work at Disney World and I did not mentally prepare myself for spending a full day at the park with my child and no adult backup and you're an employee who is saving my life at every turn

I don't like you and you don't like me but our best friends died in a car crash and left their 1-year-old child in our custody so now we've got to act civil and learn how to co-parent

You run my kid's daycare

I'm only at this park because my younger sibling wanted to come (not because I'm secretly a small child inside haha what are you talking about) why are YOU here?

We both babysit the same kid on different days and I have to listen to the kid gush about you the entire time I'm watching them and we're FINALLY meeting at the kid's birthday party

We are overly invested soccer parents

I'm the host of a children's TV show and you're the child supervisor on set

The kids we're escorting to trick or treating on Halloween just dropped their bags and got all of their candy mixed up

I accidentally scared a kid on Halloween and their adult is angry

Your kid keeps kicking the back of my seat on this airplane

Hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you're my kid's teacher

My parents died and left me, a barely legal adult, in charge of my kid sibling and the only person that I can be myself around is you, some guy I work with at my crappy minimum wage job

My baby insists on crying all night long and you came into the hallway of our apartment complex to see what's up and offer help

We're the only single parents in the play group and all of the other parents are definitely shipping us hardcore

My kid threw a fit at the ice cream/toy/whatever store and you were the only person nice enough to help without judging me

Our kids are best friends and oh look we're both single so I guess I'll ask you out for a drink

I'm on the bus and my 2-year-old won't stop crying except you just smiled at them and they did

I asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again

You asked me to the store with you and your child and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a kid

We're friends and my child's first word was your name and I'm jealous and also kind of endeared

You've been sleeping at mine because you're house is being renovated and we aren't even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh "I'll go" I feel like we might as well be married

We've been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we're getting married

Our children are in the same class and we both hate the teacher, eventually the parent's evenings are just us competing at who can call out snarkier comments

We are the only two parents to agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: so I guess we share this hotel room...?)

I'm so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt--actually never mind, I agree, that shirt is horrendous

You crouched down to coo at my baby but I forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is play with people's hair and now they won't let go of you

I work as an elf at a mall Santa grotto and you keep bringing a seemingly endless supply of kids through to meet Santa

#prompts #kid fic prompts #single parent au #teacher au #i have written one of these and i have plans for a few more

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Alternate AU: Remembrance

The BPS is still recovering from the disappearances of two of their members, even as the two year anniversary passes. However, it seems that things may be starting to look up as a potential new member shows up.

Notes: this is around 4’867 words, and it’s about the BPS. The funny guys. Don’t know what else to write here so. Hope you enjoy :)

—————

February 14th, 2000

“You sure we’re rolling?”

“Duh. I know how to use a camera, I’m not stupid.”

The television’s screen flickered as the tape rolled, the light reflecting off of Seth’s tired eyes. The TV was the only source of light in the room aside from the faint warm light coming from the crack under the door. Seth was sitting on the floor, his arms crossed on top of his knees, which were huddled next to his chest. He had a dull frown on his face, his expression haggard and blank as he continued to watch the camcorder footage.

“Well. Here we are.” One of the men in the footage stated, gesturing around him with a smile. He was a young looking man with tan skin and dyed silver hair, wearing a grey sweatshirt and leather jacket. He appeared to be in an abandoned theme park, its rides rusted from years of disrepair, and riddled with weeds and overgrown plants. “This is…uh…Adam, where are we again?”

“You forgot the name already?” Adam questioned with a scoff from behind the camera. “Jonah, it’s not that hard to remember.”

“Dude.” Jonah glared at him, his arms falling to his sides.

“Fantasy Park.” Adam responded.

“…Thank you.” Jonah stated, turning around to look towards the rest of the park from the entrance where they stood. “Okay…so, from what I remember…this place was trying to be like…its own Disney Land, and opened like 30 years ago or something, before being abandoned due to the company going bankrupt because no one wanted to come here. Right?” He looked towards Adam for approval.

“You got it…” Adam stated passive aggressively.

“Dude, you’re not giving me much material to work with.”

Seth watched as Jonah and Adam went back and forth for a moment before walking into the park, where the footage cut to them looking at an old indoor roller coaster. Adam pointed the camera towards the abandoned cars, seeing that it was themed after a caterpillar, though the paint was chipped and the metal was covered in rust and graffiti.

“This…is a coaster I believe themed after Alice in Wonderland.” Adam stated. “It’s hard to tell though; the sign fell off of this building a long time ago, and the paint’s peeled off.”

“Someone had beef with someone here.” Jonah stated from off-screen before Adam pointed the camera towards him, seeing that Jonah was looking at the graffiti. “It says…‘Noah if you’re reading this, you owe me 120$ asshole.’ You think Noah gave this dude the money?”

“Nah…probably never even saw the message.” Adam responded.

Seth shifted slightly, partially covering his mouth with his hand. His throat felt dry and his eyes stung slightly as he watched Adam and Jonah wander around the abandoned park, though he didn’t let himself cry. He didn’t need to get sappy over old footage, as much as his heart wanted to cry out. It had been a while, though it felt as if they left only a week ago.

“Yo…hey Adam, look at this.” Jonah stated as he took something off of a dusty counter inside the building, where the entrance to the coaster sat.

“What’s up?”

Jonah turned around, holding his hands up, his face covered by an old mask. He “roared” in some attempt to scare Adam, who seemed…less than amused. Adam groaned and punched Jonah in the shoulder, causing him to stumble back a few steps. “Ow! Come on dude!” Jonah laughed, taking off the mask, shaking his head and making a disgusted face when he smelled the mask he just put on his face.

“Boooooo.” Adam said. “Get better material.”

Adam turned the camera towards his face, holding it away a little bit as he looked towards it. He was wearing a black hoodie, the hood covering most of his curly, pale brown hair. “Sarah, if you’re watching this, see what I have to deal with?” Adam said, glancing back at a giggling Jonah, who entered frame and wrapped his arm over Adam’s shoulder. “I have to deal with this dumb shit while you and Mr. Dipshit do the actually important stuff.”

“Hey, at least I’m smarter than you.” Jonah laughed.

“Shut up, I’m not the one with a brain the size of a walnut.” Adam said, suppressing a smile.

“Hey!” Jonah said in an offended tone as he backed away from Adam. “Asshole.”

Seth looked at the ground, sighing deeply before he heard a knock on the door behind him. Right as he shut the Television off, the door opened, a shadow being cast over his back from the warm light coming from the doorway.

“What are you doing in here?” It was Sarah, her eyes showing concern as she noticed how haggard Seth looked.

Seth sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Nothing.” Seth stated, grimacing slightly when he stood up. “I don’t…see why that matters.”

“You’ve been sitting in there for days now.” Sarah said softly, meeting Seth’s gaze. “I…barely see you outside of when you get food.”

Seth glared down at the young woman in front of him, who didn’t seem at all affected by his steely gaze. “I’m fine, Sarah.” He said sternly. “…Any calls?”

“Seth…no, we haven’t had any new calls,” Sarah said. “Don’t change the subject. You know you can talk to me…right?”

Seth sighed, shifting his gaze away before brushing past Sarah, walking into the living room. Sarah watched as Seth walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge before looking inside; there was barely anything in there.

“So…you’re just not gonna talk to me?” Sarah stated. “I’m genuinely starting to worry about you.”

“I’m fine.” Seth growled, taking a can of off brand soda out of the fridge before slamming the door closed. “…I don’t see why you need to worry about me. Worry about the job you need to do.”

Sarah crossed her arms, her hands lightly clasping to the fabric of her black hoodie. She looked at the ground, sighing before furrowing her brows. “…Still thinking about them, huh?”

Seth paused, looking as if he froze solid before he quickly shook his head and opened his soda can with a hiss. He didn’t answer her question, instead looking at nothing in particular as he took a drink.

“Seth…it’s…been two years.” Sarah’s voice was soft and shown pensiveness. “I didn’t even…think you were that close to them. Don’t you think…it’s…time to move on?”

Silence once again was the only reply, the question hanging in the air like a rotten stench. However, when Sarah went to say something else, she finally received a gruff response. “It’s getting late…don’t you think?”

Sarah sighed through her nose, realizing he wasn’t going to answer her question. However, she believed she already got her answer, even if he didn’t directly say it. Seth walked past Sarah, preparing to return to his bedroom/storage room before he paused right outside of the doorway. He turned slightly, looking as if he wanted to say something before muttering something in Russian, shaking his head and returning to his room, shutting the door behind him. It looked like Sarah was going to have to wait a few more days for him to talk. She just hoped he’d actually sleep for once.

 The next morning was all of the same; Seth giving Sarah the cold shoulder as he went through the monotonous tasks he normally did, acting as if he was drained of all life. Sarah supposed she shouldn’t have been so surprised, as Seth had acted similar to this for months now, though she couldn’t help but feel as though he was getting…worse. It was almost the level of grumpiness he was when Sarah first met him, though at least he wasn’t actively pushing her away anymore.

Seth sat on the couch, cleaning his shotgun and making sure everything worked properly, checking nearly every ten seconds that it wasn’t loaded and that the safety was on. He had a blank look on his face, focusing on the monotony of the act of cleaning. Sarah watched him from the kitchen as she ate a bowl of cereal, unable to help herself from thinking he should’ve focused more on cleaning the apartment of his trash than his precious gun.

Noticing the silence, Sarah thought for a moment before clearing her throat loudly. Seth didn’t even seem to notice, grabbing a huntsman’s rifle before starting to examine it. Sarah once again cleared her throat, louder that time, though once again Seth didn’t budge. Sarah sighed, looking around the small table she was eating at. She spotted a spare spoon on the other side, reaching over before picking it up. She looked back at Seth before training her gaze on him, throwing the spoon across the room to get his attention. Right before it hit him in the head however, he caught it, barely even looking at it. His eyes shifted, seeing what was in his hand before staring at Sarah.

“Here’s a tip for gun safety; don’t throw shit at the man holding a gun.” He stated, tossing the spoon to the side, it falling to the ground and landing on the carpet.

“How else am I going to get your attention?” Sarah asked.

“…I didn’t know you were trying to talk to me.” Seth said.

“Maybe I should’ve just said your name I guess.” Sarah sighed.

“What did you want anyway?” Seth asked. “If this is about last night, I’m not—”

“No, it’s not just…that.” Sarah said. “Though…it would certainly help if you actually told me what was wrong. Either way, we’re gonna need to go to the store today; we’re out of pretty much everything.”

Seth sighed, staring at the ground for a moment. “Yeah…I know.”

“Should I go later today, or…?” Sarah asked.

“Eh…I’ll go ahead.” Seth stood up, placing the rifle against the wall before reaching for his jacket, which was lying on the other side of the couch. “Might as well get out of this damn apartment for a while…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…you should stick around ‘nd…see if anyone calls.” Seth sighed, zipping up his jacket and approaching the door. “Oh…one thing; contact me if you need anything, alright?”

“Okay,” Sarah said. “See you in a bit.”

“Right.” With that, Seth opened the door and left, disappearing behind the front door. Sarah sighed quietly before standing up, grabbing her cereal bowl before putting it into the sink. She put her hands into the pockets of her shorts, walking into the living room, unsure of how to shake off her boredom. She would’ve preferred to go with Seth to the store; at least it would’ve meant she was actually doing something instead of waiting for a call that may never come. She ended up deciding to try and get out of her art block and draw something.

She turned towards the hallway, walking down it before opening the door to one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall. She walked inside, approaching the bed, where she saw her sketchbook laying on the messy blanket. She grabbed it before looking towards the nightstand, rummaging through the drawer before digging out a pencil and sharpener. As soon as she retrieved the items, Sarah left the room, walking down the hallway, but pausing in front of another door.

Sarah stared at the plain white door, remembering when it had a makeshift sign hanging on it. Sarah couldn’t remember exactly what was on it, as it seemed to have a different message every week; whatever Adam and Jonah decided would be funny to write and/or draw on it. Sarah felt somber simply staring at the door, but nevertheless grabbed onto the handle and pushed it open.

She stared at the two twin beds on each side of the room, the emptiness of them making a pit form in her stomach. She glanced at the boxes, remembering how she had to fight to keep Adam and Jonah’s belongings, as Seth wanted to get rid of them early on. At least, he said he was going to; Sarah doubted he could’ve brought himself to throw them out.

Sarah remembered Jonah and Adam fondly, though…mostly Jonah. The goofy optimism Jonah exuded made the sad days just a bit brighter for the entire group, even during the days where Seth seemed especially irritable. Adam on the other hand was…difficult to work with; a stubborn, outright mean at times young man that only seemed to be somewhat nice to Jonah. Sarah didn’t hate Adam, though he always seemed insistent on working alone, refusing to listen to outside input. She remembered how Seth and Adam almost seemed to be rivals, one wishing to keep everything under control, and the other refusing to be told what to do. Sarah even remembered Adam telling her how much of a nutcase Seth was, and how he was bringing the group down. Seth didn’t like him much either, though Sarah couldn’t help but think he still missed Adam, despite their…scuffles.

Sarah remembered when they left and never came back; Adam and Jonah being stopped by Seth, being asked where they were going. Adam just told him that it was a day trip, where they were exploring an abandoned restaurant in town somewhere, and telling him to stop worrying about them. She remembered the argument between the two, how Adam said things to Seth that would stick with him ever since that day. Adam seemed so…bitter that day towards Seth, but Sarah didn’t see it at the time. The next thing they knew, Adam and Jonah were gone, and they were never seen again.

For the following two months, Sarah had made missing posters for the two, with Seth helping put them up everywhere they could. However, Sarah could remember the blank expression on his face as he did so; he lost hope much sooner than Sarah had. Some of those nights, Sarah could hear Seth in his room, crying. He blamed himself for their disappearances, whether it was true or not. Sarah just wished she could’ve helped, but she really didn’t know how. Either way, the result was the same. All that was left were the belongings of two young men, full of life, and an empty room.

Sarah practically forced herself to leave the room, slowly closing the door behind her before sighing. She walked down the hall, first wanting to go to the couch and doodle something, but she paused when she stood in front of Seth’s room. She looked inside, seeing the analog television sitting in the middle of the room, noticing the camcorder resting on top of it. Sarah tossed her sketchbook and pencil onto the coffee table before approaching the room, lightly pushing the door open.

It had been a while since she even stepped foot in there, and she could see how much of a mess it was. Clothes were strewn across the floor, lying alongside the boxes of broken equipment and parts that were piled in the corners of the room. Trash seemed to be thrown haphazardly around the room; crumpled cans of soda and cigarette boxes among them. There was even a fist-sized hole in the wall, partially covered by boxes. Seth’s cot was in the corner of the room, and just seeing it made Sarah wonder why he didn’t just break down and get a mattress. No wonder his back hurt all the time.

Despite everything in that room however, the TV was what Sarah’s attention was on, along with the camera resting atop it. She could see the faded signature, “ADAM M” written on the side in black marker, with the very name making Sarah feel a pit in her gut. A small pile of tapes sat next to the TV, all having writing on them reading something along the lines of, “Werksha Warehouse” or “Bythorne Ghost house”, all being in Adam’s sloppy handwriting.

Sarah crouched down pressing her finger against the power button of the TV before seeing the screen flicker on, the lights hitting her face.

“—sylum? So like…real ass crazy people stayed here?” It was the voice of Jonah, who seemed to be standing in the middle of a dark, yet expansive corridor, with the light of the camera beaming on him.

“From what I know, yeah.” Adam stated. “Apparently there was even a children’s ward.”

“Bro…” Jonah visibly shuddered, whether it was from the cold or from feeling unnerved. “Ugh…I don’t like this, dude.”

“Come on, you aren’t pussying out already, are you?” Adam chuckled. “We’re only in the west wing. We still have the rest of it to go through.”

“Well…yeah, but…come on, what if this place is legit haunted?” Jonah asked quietly, his eyes looking at Adam, almost looking as if he wanted comfort from him.

“Even better.” Adam said, much to the chagrin of Jonah. “I mean…what if we already saw a ghost and didn’t even notice? Like the camera caught it but we didn’t?”

“Dude.” Jonah said, unamused. “Don’t do this to me Adam, not now.”

“Who’s to say I’m even Adam?” Adam said in a low, monotone voice, growing silent after he said it. There was silence for a moment, Jonah’s eyes showing uncertainty before Adam began to laugh.

“Bro, I’m kidding.” Adam said, chuckling slightly. Jonah glared at him before sighing.

“…I don’t think you’re very funny.”

Sarah shut off the TV, standing up with furrowed brows; why was Seth watching these? For all she knew, Seth wasn’t necessarily friends with the two, especially Adam, so why would he spend all his time watching, rewinding, and rewatching their investigation tapes? Unless he…

Unless he actually cared about them more than she thought.

…

 Sarah was sitting in the living room that evening, fiddling with one of their radios before turning it on, testing to see if it was working now. To her surprise, it was, and when she saw that she managed to fix something, she smiled. “Hey Seth!” She called, her gaze focused on Seth’s bedroom door. She heard rustling before the door opened, and Seth stared at her from the doorway, his gaze hard.

“I fixed it!” Sarah held up the radio, a smile on her face. “We should be able to use it now.”

“…hmm.” Seth barely responded.

There was an uncomfortable silence as they both stared at each other,

“If you have the time, maybe you should take a look at the thermal camera.” Seth stated. “If you’re able to, maybe you could fix it too.”

“Oh…I…guess so.”

“Thank you.” Seth said. “I’m…going to bed. You be sure to get sleep too, alright?”

“…Sure.”

Seth nodded, disappearing into his room again before closing the door. Sarah sighed deeply, dismissingly tossing the radio to her side before leaning forward and placing her elbows on her knees, supporting her head with her hands. It didn’t seem like Seth cared at all, though perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised; he seemed to be especially hard to please for a while, so maybe something as little as repairing a radio wasn’t even close to impressing him. She sighed, getting up before walking to her room; she needed to go clear her head.

After getting dressed, shoving a small pocket knife in her pants pocket just in case, she walked towards the front door. Before she opened it however, she turned around, seeing that Seth’s door was still shut. She thought for a moment before quickly walking over to the counter, grabbing the notepad and writing down a simple message:

“Going out. Be back in an hour.”

She looked at it for a second before writing one last thing underneath the initial message:

“Don’t take the orange soda in the fridge or I’ll punch you. -Sarah”

With that, Sarah rushed out of the door, gently closing it behind her. She almost felt like she was sneaking out of her parents’ house to go hang out with friends, except it was with the leader of the BPS, and she wasn’t going to see friends. Sarah felt somewhat pensive about walking through town when the sun was down, though she didn’t let it affect her. If anyone, or anything, tries to mess with her, she’ll stab them in the throat; just like Seth taught her to.

She walked down the sidewalk, staring at her feet as she kicked a rock across the concrete. It was evening, with the sun barely visible in the orange and deep purple sky. Next to no one was out, with even the occasional passing car being scarce. It was calm, though she couldn’t help but notice how eerie the silence was. She grabbed her knife from her pocket, clutching it from inside her hoodie pocket, starting to feel less confident that she could fight an alternate.

She walked down Main Street, seeing that most of the businesses were closed for the night. However, one of them, a street corner diner, seemed to be still open, with its lights still on and the neon sign in the window still flashing. At least, until the lights shut off and she saw a figure walk to the sign, flicking it off as well. It was a shame really; she had enough money for some fries.

She walked by the diner, seeing a man walk out, immediately approaching a black car that was parked on the side of the road. Sarah couldn’t help but think he looked familiar somehow. He was holding his work uniform, throwing it into the back seat of his car. He had wavy black hair, with a grey streak in his bangs. He had lightly tanned skin, and had a faint mustache on his upper lip, along with stubble on his chin. He wore a white button up shirt, underneath a red hoodie. Sarah continued to try and figure out where she saw him before, until he looked back towards her.

“…Can…I help you?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“Oh, sorry, I just…thought you were someone.” Sarah coughed.

“Do I know you?” The man asked, almost feeling as though Sarah was familiar as well.

Sarah was beginning to think he didn’t. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you—”

“Sarah?”

Sarah looked back up at him, a sense of familiarity rushing over her as she realized who she was looking at.

“Cesar?”

           When Seth stepped out from his room, the first thing he noticed was that Sarah wasn’t in the living room like she was prior. It was completely silent, making his hair stand on end. He checked her bedroom, though when she saw she wasn’t there either, he felt his heart sink. “Sarah?” He called, hesitantly opening the door to the abandoned second bedroom before quickly closing it when he saw that no one was there. “Sarah?!”

           He jogged into the living room, his breathing beginning to quicken before he saw the notepad on the counter. He quickly read over it, his breathing calming down, though his anxiety didn’t get any better. What the hell would be so important that she’d leave at sundown? Why didn’t she tell him? He sighed deeply, thinking to himself; she was an adult, which means she’s able to do whatever she wants, even if he wasn’t necessarily happy about it.

           He walked over to the couch, folding his hands on his lap, his leg bouncing as he glanced at the clock. He wasn’t sure when she left, though it was nearing nine, meaning she would be back at latest ten he hoped. God damn it, was he being too overbearing again? Is that why she left? He sighed before standing up, shaking his head before walking down the hallway.

           He entered Sarah’s room, walking past the bed before opening up the closet, which was full of random junk and clothes. He moved the pile of clothes before grabbing something from underneath them; an acoustic guitar. He sat down on the floor, looking at the guitar with a tired expression, beginning to pluck at the strings. If Sarah was going to be gone for a bit, he might as well pass the time; whatever would get his mind off of the possibility of her disappearing for good too was a good enough distraction.

             Cesar and Sarah sat inside of the empty diner, the lights back on as they talked, both laughing at Cesar’s work stories and jokes. They snacked on the fries Cesar had quickly cooked up, ignoring that he wasn’t supposed to do that.

           “Yeah, uh, I’ve been working here for…a month now?” Cesar said. “Not a bad place, though it’s pretty slow most of the time. Though…I may get fired if they figure out I’ve been stealing the donuts.”

           “So you’ve been in Bythorne for…years now?” Sarah asked. “I’ve never seen you around.”

           “Yeah, I moved here a while back,” Cesar responded. “Finished school, moved into an apartment…struggled to get a job, but y’know…”

           “Heh, yeah…I get it.” Sarah sighed. “It’s just that…it’s like you vanished off the face of the planet, you know.”

           “Hmm?” Cesar furrowed his brows.

           “Like…no one saw you for weeks; no one even saw your mom around.” Sarah spoke, Cesar seeming to lose eye contact as soon as she said it. “We started to wonder if…something happened. Hell, I remember the high school even calling the police to check in on you guys, but…no response.”

           “Yeah…uh…” Cesar scratched the back of his neck, sighing deeply. “It’s…complicated. Just wanted out of that damned county, honestly.”

           “Trust me…I understand.” Sarah said. “As soon as I could, I moved out too.”

           “So…what have you been up to?” Cesar asked. “What’s new?”

           “A lot. Definitely a lot.” Sarah chuckled. “Joined and helped create a group called the Bythorne Paranormal Society.”

           “…Oh! Yeah, I’ve heard of that before, seen the flyers around...” Cesar responded. “It uh, i-it’s a…damn it…a supernatural investigation group, right?”

           “Yeah! We go on ghost hunts…cleanse homes of spirits and whatnot, y’know?” Sarah responded.

           “Cool, cool.” Cesar said, clearing his throat a bit. During the silence, Sarah thought to herself, sighing before asking the question.

           “Would you be interested in joining?”

           Cesar looked at her, seemingly surprised by the question. “Oh…uh…I-I don’t know, honestly.” He said. “I mean…I already have a job, as…mediocre as it is.”

           “Oh…well, I mean, it didn’t hurt to ask, I guess.” Sarah looked at her hands, taking another fry from the basket between them.

           “What do you do? Aside from your typical Mystery Gang type shit?” Cesar asked.

           “We investigate supposedly haunted locations, sometimes to check in, and other times to help the spirit move on.” Sarah explained.

           “You get paid?”

           “Yeah, of course.” Sarah said. “Typically around 100 dollars on a simple job, though it can go up to 500, or even 1000.”

           “Huh. Per person?”

           “As a group.”

           “Oh…”

           “Sometimes it’s a struggle, but…depending on the job, we can get a lot of money.” Sarah chuckled, realizing how she wasn’t selling the job as well as she hoped.

           “So…I mean…I’ve had some…questions about things like that.” Cesar said almost hesitantly. “You think I’d be able to get some answers?”

           “…Sure.” Sarah responded. “I’ve definitely learned a lot about certain things from being in the BPS. I think the experiences are the best part of the job…sometimes.”

           “…I’ll…think about it.” Cesar said.

           “Why don’t I show you the HQ?” Sarah asked. “You could at least get used to the idea, seeing everything there and what you do on the investigations.”

           “Uh…well, I didn’t have anything else planned tonight…” Cesar thought aloud. “…Why the hell not, sure.”

           “I’ll show you the way there!” Sarah said, standing up.

           “I can drive there.” Cesar responded. “Though…first I need to clean up everything…I’m not getting fired before I agree to joining some…paranormal society.”

           “Yeah, please don’t get fired.”

           “You want to help?” Cesar asked.

           “…No, but sure, I’ll help.”

           Seth sat next to the wall, staring at his feet as he strummed on his guitar, his expression blank. He was barely playing a song at that point, absentmindedly plucking the strings as he waited for his friend to return. Damn it he was pathetic; he’s alone for an hour and he feels miserable. He didn’t need someone else to be happy, right? Was there a reason why the room felt oddly claustrophobic all of a sudden?

           Seth stood up, ignoring the crack of his knees and back as he walked back to the closet, placing his guitar inside and covering it with junk. As he did, he heard the front door open, along with Sarah speaking. However, as he listened closely, he also heard something else; the voice of a man that he didn’t recognize.

           Seth placed his hand on the pistol holster on his hip, his brows furrowing as he looked down the hallway, unable to see them, but hearing that they were having a conversation. Whoever was talking to his dau—Sarah was going to have a lot of explaining to do, showing up at their home without warning. Seth stormed down the hallway, stopping at the doorway, staring at Sarah and the new, potentially dangerous individual talking to her. Seth’s nose twitched slightly, his shoulders tensing before he spoke.

           “Who is this?”

#shmorp writes sometimes #mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc) #sarah heathcliff #cesar torres (alt au) #hope most of you don’t mind me being almost exclusively content for this au at the moment- /lh #anyway. no warnings for this one. I don’t think #it’s these guys. they’re such. guys.

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Love Online Chapter 8 Part 2

Warnings: none

 The next morning Merida woke up and saw she had a message from her dad. He had sent her two pictures.

Dad-Good morning Princess. I hope you girls had fun. I meant to send these yesterday, but I forgot. I'm getting old and my memory isn't what it use to be. Be careful and call me when you get back into NC. Love you Princess.

Merida- Aww! Thanks dad. She is precious. I miss my girl. Hope you guys have had fun. I will call you when we land and get to the airport in NC. I am getting up now to get ready and head to the airport. Love you.

Merida got up and got ready. She got a quick shower, put in her contacts, and changed into some comfortable clothes. She didn't take time to put on make-up. She knew she was just going straight to her dads and then home. She woke up Tiffany and after she was ready the girls headed down to the lobby to the breakfast area and got breakfast. While they were eating Tiffany got on her phone.

            "OMG!"

            "What? What's wrong?"

            "Uh...Mer."

            "What?"

Tiffany slid her phone towards Merida. "You need to see this."

 "OMG! If my dad sees this, he is going to flip!"

            "Do you think Chris has seen it yet?"

            "I'm sure...." Before Merida can answer her phone rings.

            "It's Chris."

"Answer it."

Merida hits the accept button.

            "Hey."

            "Morning Beautiful. I'm guessing your fixing to leave your hotel now."

            "Soon. Tiffany and I were just eating a quick breakfast."

"Okay, well I'm calling cause uh...I guess you saw the picture and what was said."

            "Yeah, Tiffany just showed me."

            "I'm sorry about that. I was trying to be careful."

            "It's okay Chris. It wasn't your fault. I..." Just then Merida sees her dad is buzzing in.

            "Uh...Chris can I call you back? My dad is calling me. And I better not ignore him. I'm guessing he saw the picture."

            "Oh! Yeah sure. Good luck. Call me when you can."

Merida answered.

            "Hey daddy!"

            "Princess, why in the world am I seeing your picture on the web with Chris Evan at Disneyland? And you he kissed you? What is going on?"

            "Daddy I can explain."

            "Yeah, you better! Right now!"

"Long story short, Tiff and I came to California for his premiere of Red Sea Diving resort and since we didn't get to meet him or physically talk to him, he invited me out yesterday and surprised me with the trip to Disney."

            "Wait a minute! Your whole trip was to meet him? Go to his movie premiere?"

            "Yes. He paid for everything."

            "What! Merida Marie Owens! How in the world did you even...?"

"Daddy, I can explain. But Tiff and I have to get going so we don't miss our flight. I will call you when we get to NC and then Tiff and I will come by and I will explain everything I promise."

            "Fine. I'll see you later. Love you princess."

            "Love you too daddy."

Merida hung up.

            "He sounded mad."

"He was. I told him I would tell him everything when we saw him."

            "Yeah, I heard. We better hurry so we don't miss our flight."

            "Yeah. I also need to call Chris back. I will call him on the way to the airport."

The girls ran upstairs and quickly bushed their teeth and made sure they had everything and took the elevator to the lobby and got a taxi and rode to the airport. Once they were in the taxi Merida called Chris.

            "Hey beautiful."

            "Hey Chris, sorry for cutting you off earlier."

            "It's okay. How did it go with your dad?"

"Well, he's upset, and I explained what I could but told him I would explain more when I got back to NC. Tiff and I are going by to pick up Dixie."

            "Okay well good luck with that."

            "Thanks."

            "So, are you at the airport yet?"

            "Almost. We just pulled up now."

The taxi driver pulls up to the curb. "Thanks," Merida says handing him some money. The girls get their luggage and head in. "Where are you now?"

"We are heading in now. Heading towards the check area."

            "Okay."

            "I will call you back when we get to NC."

            "No wait. Don't hang up yet. Uh..."

Merida and Tiffany go through the check area and then run to their gate.

"Now Boarding Flight 9 A to North Carolina."

"Chris, they just called our flight! Tiffany and I need to get to our gate. We are going to miss it."

            "No, you won't. You're almost there."

            "Wait a minute, how do you know we are almost...." Then Merida looks up and sees Chris standing at the entrance to the terminal.

            "Chris...what...." She hangs up the phone.

            "Didn't think you would see me again so soon huh?"

            "No, especially not here and now."

Chris smiles. "I had to see you again and say goodbye."

            "Aww, Chris."

            Chris pulls her to him. "I'm sorry for the media. I truly am."

            "It's okay Chris. It wasn't your fault."

            "Thanks for being so understanding and not getting upset." He looks down at her.

            "Call me when you get to NC?"

"Of course."

            "Okay you better go. I'll talk to you soon." He gives her a quick kiss.

            "Bye Chris," Merida says slowly pulling away from him and heading down the terminal towards the plane. She looks back at Chris until she no longer sees him.

            The girls found their seat. Merida took the window seat once again and Tiffany took the aisle seat.

            "That was sweet of him to surprise you again by coming to say goodbye."

            "Yes, it was. He is so sweet."

            Tiffany smiles at Merida. "You are really starting to like him, aren't you?"

            "Yes, Tiff. I shouldn't...I know that he's way out of my league."

"Well, it seems like he likes you too. So, you never know what may happen."

            "Yeah, but I know I still need to be careful. Especially after that picture that was on the media today."

            "Oh, yeah. But I'm sure Chris is used to that. He has the press following him around everywhere."

            "Yeah, and I don't know how he does it? I couldn't do that."

"Well girl, I hate to tell you but if you and Chris get together you better get use to it."

            "I know."

The girls settled into their seats and Merida pulled out her book and read for the next several hours. Tiffany read a little till she fell asleep. When they landed in North Carolina it was 12:00 pm. They got their stuff and got off the plane and got their luggage then headed to Tiffany's car. After putting their stuff in they climbed in. Merida pulled out her phone. She texted Chris.

            Merida-We are in NC. Heading to my dad's now.

Chris-☺️okay. Let me know how it goes. You can call me when you get home.

Merida-Okay will do.

Merida then calls her dad and tells him they are on their way to his house. Twenty minutes later Tiffany pulls up at Merida's dads.

"Well, here we are. Are you ready for this?"

            "Not really?"

            "It will be okay. You know he loves Chris Evans."

            "He loves Captain America."

            "Well, then he will understand, it will be okay. You got this!"

            "Thanks girl."

The girls walk to the door and Merida opens the door. "Daddy! We're here!"

He walks into the room Dixie trailing behind him. She runs up to Merida. Merida squats down.

            "Hey girl! Miss me?"

Dixie licks her all over her face. Merida laughs. "I'll take that as a yes. Alright Dixie that's enough."

Merida stands up.

            "So, tell me what's going on. How in the world did you get in contact with Chris Evans?"

            "Let's sit down." Merida says walking towards the couch. They all three sit down on the couch. Dixie jumps up in Merida's lap.

Merida begins to tell her dad all that happened. How she got a like on her page from a captaindork and then how he messaged her saying how sorry he was for her loss after she lost Lady. She told him the whole story and all that happened and how they began to message each other and how Tiffany didn't think he was the real Chris Evans, that he was just scamming her. Merida told him about the video calls and how she knew he was telling the truth and then when he invited her to his premiere of Red Sea Diving Resort. She explained what happened at the premiere how they weren't able to talk to him because he kept being pulled away but then he asked her to meet him the next day.

"Chris told me he was trying to be careful. He apologized to me this morning."

            "You talked to him this morning?"

            "Yes, he called me right before you did and then he met us at the airport. He came to tell me bye."

            "So you are Chris are...?"

            "Friends right now, I guess."

"Well, princess, I think you're a little more than friends after that picture of the kiss I saw on the media."

            "Well, yeah I guess, but..."

            "Mer, show him the other pics that Chris sent you."

Merida pulled out her phone and showed her dad the pics that Chris had sent her.

            "Looks like you two had fun."

            "We did. Dad he was so sweet. He was such a gentleman."

            "Well, I guess...if things continue between you two, I want to him. I can't believe I'm saying I want to meet Chris Evans! Wow."

"Dad, it will be okay. Chris is really nice guy. Very down to earth. He is extremely easy to talk to."

            "Well, we will cross that bridge when it comes. I'm sure you guys are tired and want to get home after your trip."

            "Yeah."

            "Do you work tomorrow?"

            "Yes."

            "Alright, Princess. Well, goodnight I love you." He says standing up.

            "I love you too daddy." Merida stands up and hugs him.

            "Come on Dixie lets go."

Merida grabs her bag off the table and her and Tiffany head out to the car. Dixie hops into the back seat. Tiffany drops her off at home. Merida and Dixie climb out. Merida grabs all their stuff.

            "I'll talk to you later girl. Thanks for the trip. It was fun."

            "Yes, it was. Thanks for going with me."

            "Welcome. Sweet dreams. Love ya."

            "Love you too. Night."

Merida opens her door and Dixie runs in. Merida puts her stuff in her room and then pulls out her phone.

           "Well, hey beautiful!"

            "Hi."

            "Are you at home?"

            "Yes, I just got home."

            "How did the talk with your dad go?"

            "It went good. I told him everything. I even showed him the other pictures of us."

            "You did?"

             "Yes. He said..."

            "He said what?"

            Merida stayed quiet for a few minutes.

            "Merida what is it? Why are you quiet on me all of sudden? What did he say?"

            "Uh..."

"Mer...I'm going to facetime you."

            "Chris..."

Then she was getting a facetime call.

            "There's that beautiful face!"

Merida smiles. "So, what's up? Talk to me."

            "What?"

            "You know what. What did your dad say?"

Merida bites her lower lip.

             "Mer, I see you biting that lip. What's wrong?"

            "Nothing is wrong."

            "Then why won't you tell me? You're biting your lip which I know means your nervous. Why are you nervous?"

            Merida continued to bite her lip and sighs.

"Come on beautiful. Talk to me. You can tell me anything. You know that."

            "He said he wanted to meet you if things continue to between us."

            "Oh, well, okay sure. I'd love to meet your dad. Why was that so hard to say?"

            "I...I don't know. I guess...I mean...Chris?"

            "Yes Mer?"

            "Is..." She stops and bites her lip again.

            "God you are so cute when you do that! Beautiful, what's on your mind? What's up?"

            "I...I was just wondering if..."

"If?"

            Merida continues to bite her lip and looks away from Chris. She looks at Dixie who has jumped up on the couch next her.

            "Mer., look at me."

            Merida looks back at Chris.

            "Talk to me, what's going on? What are you trying to ask me?"

            "Nothing."

            "Oh no you don't. Tell me. Please."

            "Chris."

            "Mer."

"Come on, it's nothing."

            "No its something. What are you worried about?"

            "I'm not really worried, its just..."

            "Yes?"

            Merida takes a deep breath. "My dad asked what we were. I said we were friends. Well then he says, I think we are a little more than friends after that kiss he saw in the pic from the media."

Chris laughs. "Well yeah."

            "Are you agreeing with him?"

            "Mer, I like you. I have liked you for some time. I think I have made that quite obvious."

Merida smiles.

            "So, your saying you..."

            Chris laughs. "Mer, I am saying I want to date you. I want us to continue to get to know each other."

Merida bites her lower lip again. "Are you asking me to..."

            Chris smiles, "I never thought we would have this conversation over facetime," Chris laughs. "Yes Mer. I am asking you to be my girlfriend. I know we just sorta met, but I feel like I've known you forever."

            "I know what you mean. I feel the same way about you and yes. I will be your girlfriend."

Chris smiles. "Good. You had me so worried there for a minute."

             "So, I know it's later there. What time is it there?" Chris asks.

            "It is 2:00 pm."

            "Okay I am three hours behind you."

            "Your still working on that movie you told me about right? Uh...I forgot what it was."

            "Knives out."

            "Yes, that's it."

            Chris laughs. "Yes, I am still working on it. I will soon be having long hours. It comes out in November so..."

            "Yeah, you will be busy I know."

"Yes, then I will have some time off. I would love to try and see you then."

            "Of course, but in the meantime, we will still talk right?"

            "Yes, definitely! We will facetime too. I love being able to see your beautiful smile."

Merida smiles and bites her lower lip.

"And see you do that!" Chris laughs. "Well, I need to get going. I am supposed to be meeting up with some friends soon."

            "Okay. Thanks Chris."

            "For what?"

            "For...being so understanding and putting up with me."

Chris laughs and smiles. "You're welcome. I probably won't talk to you again till tomorrow. I will be out late. If I get a chance I will try and send you a text."

            "Alright sounds good. Have a goodnight."

"Goodnight, my beautiful girlfriend." Chris says smiling.

            Merida smiles, "Goodnight my handsome boyfriend."

            "Night, sweet dreams."

Chris ends the call. Merida puts her phone on the coffee table and takes her suitcase to her room and unpacks it then after eating her some dinner she sits and watches some TV then after taking Dixie out she gets ready for bed and then climbs under the covers. Dixie curls up next to her.

"Dixie, I can't stop smiling! I am so happy. I never imagined this would happen to me Dix."

            Dixie looked at her. "Goodnight Dixie." Merida kissed her head then lay her head on her pillow and closed her eyes and went to sleep dreaming of Chris.

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[fueledbysano]

HEY YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU 🥹

BESIDES ME JUST FINISHING YOHR PROLOGUE IN YOUR IF/THEN SERIES

i wanted to ask...... since you're a tokyo revenger enthusiast, i wanted to know deeply about your analysis on draken, mikey, toman, just the whole series in general

since tr has irl japan content, i'm quite hesitant to tackle it when it comes to writing, so here's me asking mikey's wife 🤭

i also.... really need a deep char analysis on draken when it comes to him, i was hoping that you knew more about him as well

like from the surfaces, to the depths of his character

just like you, i am so utterly smitten by him, there's just this wave of- maturity? around him that i cannot describe nnghgg

but anyways, i'm just stopping by again 🥹🩷 (and will continue to do so in the future)

your if/then prologue impacted me as always 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 fucking hell like i forgot toman literally goes ghost mode 😭 i love and adore your writing so damn much

with tears of admiration,

- hiraeth

Let me just start this off by saying that this is my personal view on the series and the characters, based on their canon personalities and everything that happened throughout the series. There will be some spoilers for arcs that haven't aired in the anime yet but I will be putting a warning for a heads up!

We all know that the series circles around the themes of friendship, loyalty, growth, and the importance of second chances.

For those who don’t know, Ken Wakui himself was a gang member in the 2000s called “Black Emperor” which actually heavily influenced the series. He said in an interview that he has lots of regrets in his past and often wished to go back in time, so instead, he made a story out of it! (You can look this up yourself, I found out about this in 2020 through a Japanese forum whom I had my sister translate for me)

… Which is why I think the series feels very authentic and nostalgic! The mangaka himself experienced the gang life and made a whole story and characters around it. (Could it be that Takemichi was a self-insert and your other favorite characters are driven out of real people too?)

Draken

The #1 on the list as best boyfriend! I personally love the DrakEmma ship. They’ve always showed how they cared and love each other, but both are so stubborn :’)

*spoilers*

That’s why the Tenjiku arc and the beginning of the three deities arc really hurt like a bitch. I'm such a sucker for bittersweet tropes. But I’m very happy how Wakui gave them the ending they deserved. I don’t care that people say he had a Disney ahh ending but I truly think that it’s the right path to take here. These people deserve to be peaceful once and for all and they have it!

*end*

But here’s my relationship headcanons for him!

We see that this guy is practically Mikey’s father. He depended on Draken as a teen and Mikey even got him to be his motorcycle mechanic. This just shows how reliable he is. However, I feel like he may struggle with letting others in emotionally. He may be someone who values his independence and autonomy, and may be hesitant to open up and trust others. It takes time to fully know his heart. And once you do, he is deeply loyal and committed. He may value stability and consistency in his relationships and may dislike drama or unnecessary conflict.

Draken is an ESTP personality type and is known for his outgoing and spontaneous nature. He may be the type of person who enjoys adventures and new experiences, and may be spontaneous and impulsive. He may be someone who values excitement and variety in his relationships, and may struggle with staying still or with routine. On the other hand, he may also appreciate a partner who can help him slow down and appreciate the quieter moments.

Draken's love for muscle training and physical fitness may make him attracted to someone who also prioritizes physical health, well-being, and how they present themselves. He appreciates a partner who can be workout buddy or partner in his fitness journey. If he gets you to the gym with him, he is more than willing to be your very own personal trainer!

Draken's love language is acts of service and gift giving! He may show his affection by performing tasks or favors, and he may enjoy taking care of his loved ones in practical ways, like he does with Emma and Mikey. Like if you're a person who has dyed hair, he dyes your hair on your blind spots for you.

One thing I can also envision is him lending his iconic black and white patterned cardigans to you. the iconic style is recognizable at first glance and would send any delinquent out of your was from a mile.

And finally, Draken's love for motorcycles and his passion for riding them extends into the relationship too. He always has a helmet ready for you, in your favorite color. He loves having his partner holding him close throughout a joyride. Even when tinkling with motorcycle parts, he would find himself asking his partner to reach for certain parts and tools. They grow familiar with what certain parts are called and surprise Draken when they start to actually help him with the hands-on work. Kenchin appreciates someone who is adventurous and up for a challenge, as well as someone who can match his energy and intensity.

Mikey

Okay I put him last on purpose, and I’ll explain the best I can :’) Okay… He is a deeply complex character, who has a strong sense of honor and loyalty to his friends, but who also struggles with his own sense of self.

In this house, we love every Mikey version. Not only there is more to write about but also there’s just also a lot of him to love… thank you Ken Wakui <3

Now, being in a relationship with someone who has trauma is… not for the weak. Of course, everybody deserves to be loved. But never get into the relationship with the intent of “fixing”. It would be unhealthy to rely one’s happiness on another person. When you're in a relationship with someone who has trauma, it's natural to want to support and comfort them. However, it's important to be mindful of creating a healthy balance and avoid becoming your partner's sole source of happiness or support.

Mikey is often shown to be struggling with complex emotions. He just needs someone who can provide a safe and supportive space for him to open up and share his feelings in his comfort. We all know that he enjoys being taken care of and pampered by those around him. I believe that to be in a relationship with Mikey, you have to get on Draken’s level of dedication and trust. He loves the feeling of being taken care of and protected. Someone who is patient and understanding of his emotions may be a perfect match for Mikey.

In the relationship, this extends to having bath times with Mikey, making him bento boxes during lunch, doing his hair, or even the simple yet sweet snuggles. Just overall lots of acts of service and quality time. He is very lazy but for yo, he will never run out of ideas for dates and adventures.

Mikey is known to have a sweet tooth, he will always ask you to get him treats, but he prefers everything that you hand-made. And hey, look at that— he’d share his sweets with you too! Indulging his sweet tooth and his love for food in general truly is the way to this man’s heart.

This is something I came up with at the very last minute but since he is canonically a great singer, I feel like he loves singing you to sleep and learning your favorite songs. :')

Lastly, Mikey's childish side makes him a fun and loving person to be around. Matching his sense of humor and being able to bring out his playful side is a must. He enjoys spending time for spontaneous adventures and bringing you along to trips and hang outs with Toman captains.

But as much as he loves being babied, Mikey values someone who can give him the freedom to express his emotions. Someone who allows him to be himself and express his emotions without judgment. He appreciates someone who can understand his need for downtime and space, and who can encourage him to take self time breaks when he needs it.

That’s pretty much what I have to say for these two and Tokyo Revengers in overview. I’m pretty pleased with how everything played out in the story. I love the way that… a lot about these characters and their stories are open for us fans to interpret and imagine around. What do you mean “where’s the Haitani brothers’ backstory?” make your own! What was Hanma going to tell about his past? Come up with yours!

But what I really loved the most about TR… every depth of every single type of relationship was shown. friendships, romance, family, enemies, brotherhood, etc… There are many ways to experience relationships… there’s no one way.

I know this is long overdue but take my insights 🤲 this gave me a sense of inspiration and nostalgia from when I first discovered and fell in love with the series 🤍 I hope I answered what you were looking for 🤍

#💌 answered #tokyo revengers #character analysis #ken ryuguji #draken #mikey #manjiro sano #mikey sano

[anonymous-dentist]

Part two of a series of oneshots set in @discduo ‘s mall au! I heavily recommend reading part one first. (Linked here)

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Okay so, first off, Quackity is not moping. He is not. That would be ridiculous, and also stupid, to assume. Quackity does not mope. He sure can sulk, but he doesn’t mope, and he definitely doesn’t mope over some dumbfuck from the Disney Store. 

“You’re an idiot,” George astutely says, hitting the nail right on the head for once in his miserable life. 

George is not at work. George is, in fact, skipping work to hang out with Quackity. That means that he’s at the Spencers leaning against the wall of shelves sipping on some Starbucks abomination with a metal straw while Quackity works. He’s wearing his sunglasses today, the really nice pair that his sugar daddy, Dream’s weirdo cousin, got for him for their five-month anniversary the other month. (George forgot the anniversary entirely until Sapnap reminded him, because Sapnap is just such a nice person. He’s just so wonderful.) 

Quackity dutifully ignores him, instead focusing on doing his goddamn job. Unlike half of the people in this mall, he actually works. He does his job, and he sometimes even likes it. It’s easy to ignore your problems when you can just rot your brain by listening to shitty metal music and stock t-shirts plastered with Joe Biden’s face. 

George slurps at his coffee as annoyingly as humanly possible. “He won’t stop talking about you, you know.”

“Who, Dream?” Quackity asks, only halfway caring. He sure hopes it isn’t Dream; every time Dream wants to talk to him, the cops end up getting called. 

“No, Sapnap. He thinks you’re mad at him.”

“Why would I be mad at Sapnap for following his dick to work at the Disney Store instead of here like we agreed upon and leaving me behind just because some- some- some guy with nice hair pitied him?” Quackity lightly asks. His chest hurts. 

He grips the shirt in his hands so hard that it wrinkles. Fuck you, Joe Biden, stupid white piece of shit. Hey, Joe Biden, what’s your policy on heartbreak and megacorporations? You gonna solve this crisis? 

“So you are mad at him,” George surmises. 

“No. I’m not. Why would I be mad at him? I’m glad that he got a new job, really. It’s a lot quieter without him showing up and pissing me off.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Get new insults, dude. Your shitty old man brain is melting.”

“Oh my God, shut up,” George groans, throwing his head back dramatically. “Just listen to me, God. He’s moping, Quackity, you have to fix him.”

“God, who cares?” Quackity snaps, maybe harsher than intended. Maybe. “I sure fucking don’t. He’s your friend, not mine. You…” He waggles his hand in George’s general direction. “You fix him. I don’t care.”

Because maybe Sapnap hasn’t come by for lunch since getting hired at that fucking Disney Store three months ago. Maybe Quackity hasn’t even seen him in three months. It’s almost like that Karl guy upstairs is keeping him captive. Maybe Sapnap has actually been locked inside of the fucking- the puppet theater, or whatever the fuck. He looks enough like a Muppet. So does Karl Jacobs. They’re practically meant for each other. World’s best assistant manager and world’s best Sapnap, prisoners and wardens of The Mouse. 

They deserve each other. Disney is all about happiness and sunshine and whatever. How could Quackity compare with his weird emo store and his lackluster insurance benefits? 

“Riiiiight,” George drawls. He swishes his coffee around judgmentally. “Well, you’re going to fix it. I don’t know what you did-”

“What I did?” Quackity asks. “I’m not the one that ghosted his lunch buddy out of fucking nowhere just because some pretty boy waggled a job interview at me. I’ve been stuck eating lunch with Wilbur. Wilbur.”

Wilbur isn’t the worst to eat lunch with, mostly because he and Quackity can both bond over annoying Tubbo at work, but he’s still Wilbur. Either he’s waxing poetic about his marine biologist girlfriend, or he’s waxing poetic about his dad, or he’s talking about how he wants to punt Dream into the sun (he and Quackity can both agree on that last part.) 

But. But he’s no Sapnap. You don’t miss what you didn’t realize you had until it’s gone, Quackity supposes. All he can do is move on and try and find someone else to buy him milkshakes. Maybe they’ll actually get the flavors right. 

“Whatever,” George sighs. “When’s your break? I heard from Puffy that the Panda Express is giving out free samples around noon to the first people in line. I bet we could steal the whole lot before the public even gets to them.”

Quackity checks his watch. 11:50. 

“Now,” he decides. Fuck it, he’s the manager, he can say when his own breaks are. Who’s gonna stop him, Schlatt? Fucker’s dead! “Foolish! You’re in charge!”

He hears a vague “Yeah, ‘kay!” from The Back, but he doesn’t really register it. He’s too busy shoving the rest of the Biden shirts onto the shelves so he can get the fuck out of there and get some fresh air. You can only be in a Spencer’s for so long without reverting back to your emo phase. 

-

Tubbo’s working at the Burger King today. He sees Quackity and George and waves, looking utterly dead inside in the best way possible. 

Quackity waves back much more cheerfully. He even blows a kiss, which makes Tubbo’s entire body shudder in repulsion. One of the kids in line to order notices and laughs, making Tubbo shudder again, this time in embarrassment. 

Quackity makes a mental note of which child to drop a free sample on. Not that he would willingly drop a plastic cup full of steaming-lukewarm rice onto a child, because that would be ridiculous. He would never. George would, though, and he would even kick a kid if it looked at him the wrong way. 

There’s something in the air, Quackity thinks as he and George weave their ways through the crowd and to the Panda Express. It’s either salmonella, or it’s… 

“George!” 

Quackity’s face falls. It’s either salmonella, or it’s regret. It’s always one of the two with him. Half of the dinners Schlatt made him were uncooked, some kind of health food trend that he was trying because he saw it online. The other half were burned beyond all recognition, a pretty good metaphor for how their relationship was going at the time. 

George stops and sends Quackity a smug little side eye before turning around and waving over a cheerful-looking Sapnap. 

Sapnap looks… how to put it? He looks happy. His hair is pulled back and it’s shiny, his nails are painted, and his dimples are on full display. Quackity should stop looking at his face and should try and get the fuck away before he does something he might regret, like try and talk to him. 

Sapnap alone is bad enough, but he’s accompanied by the living embodiment of sunshine and fucking lollipops. They’re standing awfully close together. Suspiciously close, even. Bad vibes. 

Sapnap comes over. Quackity backs up and slips back into the crowd, more than happy for his relatively small size for the first time in his life. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he hears Sapnap ask, like the idiot he is. Everybody knows that George doesn’t actually do his job. Why would he when he’s dating the guy that basically owns the mall? 

By the time that Quackity makes it to the Panda Express, he’s left George, Sapnap, and Sapnap’s annoying boss behind. 

Also by the time that Quackity makes it to the Panda Express, Tubbo has somehow managed to escape the Burger King and is standing by a small table wearing the Panda Express uniform holding a tray covered in samples. At least George wasn’t lying about the samples.

Quackity takes one with a fond eye roll. 

“What’s this supposed to be?” he asks. 

He doesn’t even bother with getting a fork as he picks the rice up with his fingers and shoves it into his mouth. It’s perfectly alright. Not bad, but not good, either. That’s mall food, for you.

Tubbo shrugs. “Dunno. I just work here, man, d’you think I actually know what we serve?”

“I thought you were working at the Subway today.”

“Nah, Susan called out sick earlier at the Burger King, right, and I stepped up to take her place because I’m an upstanding gentleman.”

Quackity snorts. Tubbo, ever-professional, tips the tray so that a couple of samples fall off and onto Quackity’s boots. He doesn’t bat an eye as Quackity swears and skitters backwards with all the grace of a limping spider. 

“But then,” Tubbo continues, mindlessly adjusting the samples still on the tray. “Right, see, but then Terrance over here called out-”

“Not Terrance,” Quackity gasps. 

Tubbo nods solemnly. “Yes, I’m afraid so. So I’m here handing out free samples while Lisa tries to find a replacement.” “So what’s going on at the Burger King?” 

“Well, technically I’m still on the clock over there, but I figured they could wait. Anyone who actually wants Burger King is a braver and more patient man than I.”

“True!” Quackity agrees. Despite his better judgment, he takes another sample and shovels that one into his mouth as well. Sue him, he’s hungry. He still isn’t quite used to taking care of his own lunches yet. 

“Besides, I figured you would need emotional support.” Tubbo gets up on his toes to look out over the crowd. Quackity turns around and follows his gaze. He can’t quite see over everybody, but he does make eye contact with some old guy throwing away his Auntie Anne’s containers on the other side of the court. “Y’know, it wasn’t supposed to be a free sample day. Technically, that’s against mall policy to avoid stampedes ‘n stuff. George just got his freaky boyfriend to sign off on it, and I figured that was sus as hell.”

“Please don’t say sus again,” Quackity says. 

“Sus.”

“You’re grounded,” Quackity says, fully knowing that that threat never works on Tubbo. He turns back around and gives his brother a Look. “But thanks, anyway.”

Tubbo shrugs. “Consider it repayment for dealing with Dream the other week.”

Quackity winces. “Yeah, ‘kay.”

That was fun. Dream, a security guard in training, has this fun habit of using his cousin’s mall as his personal playground. He’s either bothering George or Sapnap at work, or he’s trying to bust Tommy for working underage ‘cause he’s a freak. A couple of weeks ago and bored out of his mind, he had tried getting Quackity to sell Tommy out, and Tubbo had swooped in with some story about a shoplifter at the Lids on the other side of the mall. What a hero. 

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking-” Tubbo starts, probably about to start on some stupid little endearing little tangent. 

And then there’s an interruption from over Quackity’s shoulder, a dreadfully-familiar voice gleefully exclaiming, “Oh, shoot, free samples!”

Quackity lets out a long, drawn-out sigh as Sapnap slides into place next to him (where he belongs) and yoinks a sample cup off of the tray. 

Tubbo shoots Quackity a sympathetic look. They may not spend as much time together as they used to, but they still live together most days out of the week. Tubbo has seen more than his fair share of Quackity sulking, not moping, sulking on the couch over being ignored yet again by the man he didn’t even know he liked. 

Quackity inches away, fully intending on bolting like an idiot, but then Sapnap, with a mouth full of rice, glances over at him and freezes like a deer in the headlights. Mid-chew, he stands there like a statue staring at Quackity like Quackity is a ghost. Quackity, much to his own embarrassment, probably looks much the same way. 

Sapnap swallows and says, “Uh. Hi?”

“Yeah, hi,” Quackity flatly responds. He turns back to Tubbo. “Am I driving you home today?”

“Quackity,” says Sapnap. 

Tubbo seems to think on the matter. “I think Ranboo said that he wanted to go out for dinner.”

“Fuck Ranboo,” Quackity scowls. He sighs, “Am I driving the both of you, then?”

“Quackity,” says Sapnap, slightly more insistent. 

Tubbo nods eagerly, a bright smile on his stupid little face. “Yes, please! I’ll make him pay gas money.”

Oh, thank God. Ranboo is loaded, much to Tubbo’s indiscrete enjoyment. It makes Quackity wonder why he’s working in a mall if he can afford an entire house at, what, eighteen? But who knows? There are already so many weird people working at this mall, what’s one more? 

“Quackity,” says Sapnap. 

“I’m going to head back to work,” Quackity says. “Text me when you’re done.”

“Quackity!”

“Fucking- what!?” Quackity snaps, turning his full attention to the annoyed man next to him. 

Sapnap’s mouth flaps for a full second before slamming shut. He takes a moment to compose himself, then says, with a small, bashful smile, “Hi.”

God, why is he so endearing? He used to be annoying! Quackity used to be annoyed by him! Why did it take him leaving for Quackity to get attached? 

“What,” Quackity says. He doesn’t ask, no, because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t. 

“I just… are you okay?” Sapnap asks. He frowns, genuinely looking concerned, how dare he. “You look kinda rough, dude.”

“I’m fine,” Quackity monotones. “How’s the Disney Store?”

He really doesn’t care. He doesn’t! It’s just making polite conversation, that’s it. He definitely hasn’t missed talking to Sapnap. At all. And he definitely didn’t spend the first two weeks after Sapnap’s ghosting daydreaming of getting a chance to talk to him again. 

Dense as ever, Sapnap’s frown flips back around easily. “It’s great! I didn’t think I’d like working with kids this much, but it’s honestly really rewarding, y’know? Like they’re annoying little shits, but they’re sweet.”

“Cool.”

“And I know we were kinda worried about Disney bringing in a whole bunch of Karens and shit around, but it hasn’t been that bad. I actually had some punk girls come in the other day and ask if we had any Stitches.”

“Cool.”

God, Quackity can just about see the gross pink glow surrounding Sapnap. It’s like he’s a different person entirely. Well. It isn’t. He’s the exact same, actually, but it’s the vibes, man, the vibes are off. This isn’t Sapnap. It’s some kind of Sapnap clone. It’d make sense. The real Sapnap wouldn’t abandon Quackity to work in the fucking Disney Store. 

“Karl’s nice, too,” Sapnap continues, not even noticing Quackity’s increasing displeasure and annoyance. “He’s… very nice.”

And now Sapnap is blushing. Great. Quackity wants to kick a child, now. (As if sensing this, Tubbo shuffles away.) 

“Wonderful,” Quackity sarcastically says. “I’m glad you’re happy, really. Now, if you’ll excuse me-”

He tries to duck out of the conversation, planning on heading back to work to sulk in the supply closet until his actual lunch break starts, but he’s stopped by a broad hand weakly grabbing his shoulder. Holding his shoulder, more like, because Sapnap knows not to actually touch him too suddenly. 

“Hey, no, where’re you going?” Sapnap asks, almost sounding hurt. The nerve. “I haven’t seen you in months! Let’s get lunch or something, on me.”

Quackity lets out a slow breath. He is calm. 

“No,” he calmly says. “I’m good. I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, I saw how empty that try was. But c’mon, dude, I missed you.”

That’s it. 

“You missed me?” Quackity laughs. He looks Sapnap in the eyes and repeats, “You missed me? I haven’t seen you in months! What, just ‘cause you’re a Disney guy now means you can’t come and talk to me?”

Oh, and now Sapnap’s frowning again, great. “What?”

“I have been waiting for you to come and see me every goddamn day since you got hired,” Quackity growls. “Every. Day. Where were you?”

Something flashes in Sapnap’s eyes, but Quackity can’t tell what. He doesn't know if he wants to.

“But you’re always gone when I show up,” Sapnap says, like a goddamn liar. Why does he sound so upset? “I know when your lunch breaks are. That’s why I was so surprised to see you here now. Dude, you aren’t there.”

“Yes! I am! I am always there! I have my lunches in the goddamn hallway half the time! But I never see you,” Quackity spits. “Actually, fuck this. Fuck this, actually, goodbye.”

His therapist always tells him to step away from a situation if it’s stressing him out. If he’s paying her 500 bucks a session, she’d better be right. 

He easily pulls himself out of Sapnap’s grasp and storms off, not listening as Sapnap calls after him. What was George thinking? Bastard. They’re all bastards, all of them. Fuck having friends, actually, all they do is disappoint you. 

Quackity bumps into someone by the Burger King and almost apologizes before realizing who it is. 

“Whoah, dude, sorry,” Karl apologizes, looking as apologetic as a real life villain can. Because of course it’s him, because God hates Quackity and wishes him harm. 

To avoid causing a scene, all Quackity does is flip him off. His therapist would be very proud of him. 

But then Quackity very calmly says, “I’m gonna sneak so many dildos into your store that you get shut down, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me.”

Karl blinks at him, mouth curled into a neat ‘O’ shape. He’s seemingly shocked into silence. Good. 

And with that, Quackity continues his escape, and he continues his escape until he’s pushing Foolish away from the register so he can duck beneath it and break open one of the emergency packs of chewing gum. Stress relief. 

“That bad, huh?” Foolish asks, lovely, lovely Foolish. 

“From this point forward, Sapnap is banned,” Quackity says. “If you see him, get him out. If I have to see him, somebody’s getting fired.” 

He sniffs and scrubs at his stinging eyes. His chest hurts so fucking bad, and it’s not from the Panda Express. 

“Uuuuh, okay? What about his boss? The weird one?” Foolish asks, not even questioning it. Lovely, lovely Foolish. 

“Don’t bother,” Quackity sighs. “He won’t come down here, anyway. He wouldn’t dare.”

It’s painful, Quackity has slowly begun to realize over the past few months, being in love. It’s even more painful when you’re too slow to act on it.

#karlnapity #c!karlnapity #mall au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #ah miscommunication my old friend #anyway i wrote this entire thing in the past hour whoops #the mall au just makes me so happy

[dausy]

I didn't upload my disney trip because I felt guilty I was at Disney and my husband is overseas and miserable doing army stuff and I just felt like such a bad spouse. Sometimes I wonder if I'm on the spectrum because I just do not comprehend social cues. However, he's on a neat Christmas trip right now in Rome and seemingly doing some cool once-in-a-lifetime Christmas stuff right now. So I think its ok. I don't know how much I'm typing so Ill put it under a keep-reading tag. But my in-laws didn't want me to be alone for Christmas so they paid for my Disneyland ticket..I mean I went and bought the tickets because I get a discount but they paid me back. I drove to their house 8 hours away and we all shuttled in a car and drove the 6 more hours to Disney. I honestly think in many ways Disneyland is superior to Disneyworld. The primary reason I'd ever want to go back to DW would be for the food/wine festivals in Epcot. I think its like a great woo-girl-girls-trip and I'd like to go with my sisters one day.

anyway.

We visited a food-hall in LA the day we got there. Me and my husband took my MIL to a couple food halls in Atlanta and she thought it was a neat idea and found one in LA and wanted to show her family. I forgot what it was called already but I got a pastry and a creme brulee coffee that got actually torched like a creme brulee. They also had a southern food restaurant and I got shrimp and grits just so I can judge it as I lived in Georgia for long. It was pretty good. Bit greasy but the food hall itself was really cute. I just honestly with these food halls, I need more kitschy shopping.

We then went to the Disney shopping district and you can judge but I did spend a lot of money on starwars earrings and all the simba merch I could find. Which was not that much but still very expensive. A lot of stuff is under construction. I really just wanted some Christmas themed cocktails and their main bar was down.

we spent the next couple days at CA and DL. We had park hoppers. I wanted to do the Festival of the Holidays which I thought was a bit disappointing compared to the food and wine I've had in epcot in the past.

I took a lot of clips rather than pictures because I thought about posting to youtube but I don't think I will. I did upload them all to facebook though.

The festival alcohol I swear didn't have alcohol in it. For the record I rarely ever drink alcohol ever. But for this trip I kinda just wanted to relax and not rush ride to ride and just browse and sip something that tasted like Christmas.

There is an interesting food dynamic with my in-laws that I can't explain the entire situation here but I did have to wander off a bit in search of the food. I got a turkey thanksgiving empanada which was pretty good and I think my favorite thing I had was the tamales and there were some little chicken bites that were good too. But these sandwiches were a bit of a disappointment and I found hair in the coleslaw.

random photos. We accidentally found Tiana by herself and we got a photo and she was absolutely lovely. I really wanted to buy some sort of a spirit jersey and I just couldn't find one that I thought was worth it. They did have a red The Lion King one but it was kind of too-red for me. I did find this green lion king hoody though which was nice. I got a lot of compliments on my everything..I swear to god this random guy came up to me like a cartoon character and he yells "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SIMBA" the one I have hooked onto my shoulder. As he screams it about 15 of his own little magnitized character clip ons and pins pop off of him. It reminded me of the witch from the bugs bunny cartoons where her hair pins would fall out.

I did get to see the Festival of the Lion King show. I've never seen this one. I've seen the one at Disneyworld years ago which was really cool. I didn't know DL had one and I guess this is one of its last performances so I teared up a little.

Primarily me and my SIL who I absolutely love spent a lot of time in Star Wars. I had forgotten until we were wandering around that DL is the one place that has the Cal Kestis lightsaber so I went on a hunt to find it. I'm not gonna buy it but I did find it! I also was not fast enough to get a photo with kylo ren but I didn't realize they had little R2D2s walking the park either. I don't think they have R2 at DW.

I also am a bad planner. I'm not one of those disney adults that can plan out an entire day. I was afraid to try and reserve any sort of dining because again the odd food situation. But I did manage to sneak into Ogas Cantina which was imo, a much better experience then the one in orlando by far. It seemed bigger, more spacious and the food was actual food and these were the strongest drinks I'd had in the park.

They tell you you have 45 mins and you have to get out but we stayed a bit later than that and nobody harassed us. If I went back to DL again I'd hundred percent try and get a reservation here and at the Blue Bayou again. I was also trying to refresh the app to look for an opening in lamplight lounge but alas, it did not open.

the new Marvel version of Tower of Terror I thought was also a lot of fun. And the Haunted Mansion! I feel like like they should leave it Nightmare Before Christmas all the time! I've never been on it this time of year at DW but it was wonderful here at DL. My first time seeing the Jack Skellington stuff. Also! Jack was out as a character wandering the park which I'd never seen before either.

I have to say I was really impressed with the handicap accessibility of some rides. My FiL is blind and utilizes a wheelchair most times and we managed to take him on Mickeys Runaway Rail and I was very impressed with the transfer lane for that. Very impressed with the cast members.

but I think my favorite rides are still Rise of the Resistance and lowkey, Smugglers Run. I feel like everybody hates on Smugglers Run but my stomach and chest hurt so bad from laughing. This ride was hilarious with the right group of people. 6 of us went in and I swear my MILs elderly sister was coming out of her seatbelt rolling around on the floor because my piloting skills were so bad. The funniest experience I've had on a ride.

Before RotR came out though I was a huge Universal Studios fan because their Harry Potter world was just so immersive (I'm aware in recent days HP is controversial) that disney just didn't compare. But they caught on with the StarWars real fast. It is super impressive and they just need to roll out more star wars add-ons. Especially to compete with Universals nintendo and how to train your dragon thats coming out soon in orlando.

The trackless rides are just so clever and I'm excited to see where that technology goes.

oh and the weather! I don't know how to dress for California and I dont understand it. Last couple years we went to Knotts Berry Farm and I froze to death every time. November and December I'm freezing. I keep expecting it to be like Florida weather I guess and it isn't. I keep bringing warm weather clothes and freezing. We were in LA back in June/July to visit the beach and it was 70 and I was freezing. Not beach weather. This year, I bring all winter clothes. Fleece leggings and tights to wear under jeans and coats and hoodies....it got up to 80 one of the days we were there and I got really hot. I brought a tank top and that was it. Everything else was winter. California you killing me.

but thats about it for now I think. That I can think of anyway. Overall both of my Disneyland trips I've had have been better than my Disneyworld trips.

#illustration #sketchbook #simba #disneyland #disneyworld #tiana #disneychristmas #disneylandchristmas #festivaloftheholidays #DLfoodfestival #disneylandfood #disneylandfoodfestival #hauntedmansion #ogascantina #starwars #disneystarwars #calkestis #riseoftheresistance #jackskellington #smugglersrun

[sailforvalinor]

Oh yeah, I finished S1 of Bia—here’s an update:

So I forgot to mention this, but throughout season 1, Chiara had been taking cooking lessons from Pietro, and their friendship was very cute and they got up to all sorts of hijinks. (She also gets him to start a YouTube channel with her, it’s a long story in which he’s conflicted because he doesn’t know how well that would jive with going on to be a lawyer and people taking him seriously in the professional world, which I have to emphasize is a legitimate concern?? But it kinda gets swept under the rug, so whatever.) Chiara realizes that she’s developed a crush on him, further complicating the love triangle (square?? Pentagon???). Don’t ask what the age gap is, the show does not volunteer this information.

Daisy and Jhon crash and burn when Daisy’s birthday rolls around, and Pietro and Jhon both give her their gifts. She doesn’t know whose is whose, opens one and it’s one of those music sampler pad things and she’s like “??? I have no interest in music, who would get me this???” And Pietro jumps in at the last second to save Jhon and is like “haha, that was me, I got it as a joke, I thought it would be funny 😅.” And then she opens the gift that’s supposedly from Jhon but actually from Pietro and it’s a famous prima ballerina’s pointe shoes (HELLO??) that it probably cost an arm and a leg to get, and she’s absolutely overjoyed that her boyfriend knows her so well! Until she finds the receipt for the pointe shoes with Pietro’s name on it. She confronts him about it and is like “bro you have never gotten me a joke gift in your LIFE you take picking out the perfect gifts for people so seriously, how did I fall for that,” and he’s like “haha yeah 😅.” And the thing is, Helena had said earlier about the pointe shoes that “only someone truly in love could have picked out a gift so perfect,” and Daisy goes “man, Helena was COMPLETELY wrong, huh!” And Pietro is just like “Ha. Haha. Hahaha. Yeah. 🥲” THIS POOR GUY. Anyway Daisy confronts Jhon about it and breaks up with him because he really doesn’t know her very well, and the thing is she’s right but you do feel bad for Jhon, he’s clearly heartbroken—he’s just not the most mature guy ever.

In true Disney fashion, Chiara writes a song to express how she feels about Pietro, and then is like “hey Pietro will you listen to this song I wrote and tell me what you think?” And he says that he likes it a lot, and that it reminds him of someone that he likes but that he’s not sure will reciprocate his feelings, and Chiara is like “sure she will!” thinking he’s talking about her, and then he confesses that he likes Daisy. Yowch.

Meanwhile Jhon has been asked to go on tour with a famous YouTuber and is going to leave in a couple of days, and Celeste has just managed to admit to herself and her friends that she does like him, but wasn’t going to do anything about it because he was still with Daisy. But since they’d broken up, when she goes to say goodbye to Jhon, she kisses him. IN A BATHROOM. Like, I get that her arc was about overcoming her anxieties and learning to talk about her feelings, but girl???? Anyway we don’t see the aftermath of that, but Celeste is just happy that she could work up the courage, so…okay, I guess

Manuel’s mom, Lucia, shows up from Spain on the pretense that she missed him, but actually she came to confront Manuel’s “uncle” about the fact that he promised he would tell Manuel that he was his father but still hadn’t. Manuel’s “uncle” (Antonio, I’m just gonna start calling him by his name) is a lying liar who lies, and keeps promising that he will, but doesn’t seem to ever have any intention to. Meanwhile, Manuel’s aunt is not pleased because she of course hates Lucia’s guts, but then it comes out that when Antonio had an affair with her, HE TOLD HER HE WAS SINGLE. HELLO?? Manuel’s aunt then leaves him and asks for a divorce. But then she comes back? But I think she still wants the divorce. I’m confused.

I cannot emphasize more here that Victor and Alex truly have no idea what is going on or why their parents are fighting.

Manuel’s aunt and uncle confront Bia’s parents for some reason (I genuinely do not remember why—oh wait I think it was because Alex did a video with Bia?? It’s complicated and it doesn’t matter), and it did not go well, Manuel’s aunt somehow accidentally pushed Bia’s mom and injured her arm. (I cannot overemphasize just how unhinged that woman is. She desperately needs psychological help.) Bia’s parents do seriously consider calling the police on them, so I guess the police do exist.

Because of all this, Lucia doesn’t want Manuel living with them anymore, and tells him that he’s coming back to Spain with her. He is of course not a fan of this, he’s all like “BUT MOM I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND” (and there’s Victor, he is concerned about Victor). He and Bia really had JUST gotten together, but after a lot of convoluted stuff he works it out so he can live in the apartment building that Thiago owns. I’m skimming over a lot of stuff here, mostly because it’s nothing to write home about, but it must be said that the chemistry between Manuel and Bia is off the charts. Have you ever seen a fictional couple so cute that you wanted to throw up 😂

Oh yes it must be said though, there’s this running thing in the show where sometimes we get what I’ll call “Bia-vision,” where we’ll see the environment drawn over with her drawings and doodles as if it’s how she sees the world? Anyway, she has these little anthropomorphised hearts with faces that she draws a lot, and whenever Manuel is in the “Bia-vision” the little hearts start blushing or have heart-eyes. It’s absolutely adorable.

The acting across the board in this show is pretty good, but I feel like the guy playing Manuel is a notch above the others? He’s very gifted in subtlety. Gets this kid in more projects.

Oh yeah also Thiago kissed Helena, but then tried to play it off as him getting caught up in the spur of the moment or something. It wasn’t very convincing. Anyway, he later confesses that it wasn’t spur of the moment, he loves her, he’s loved her for a very long time, he’s probably loved her since the first time he saw her (OKAY), but tells her that she doesn’t need to give him an answer right away. We love a gentleman! Anyway, Helena is conflicted.

There is a lot of plot stuff with the YouTube channels that I’m skimming over here because I don’t care about it all that much, but the last major thing that happens in the season is that Bia actually runs into Helena in the park. And you’re like “GASSP they’re gonna reunite???” And then you find out in the beginning of S2 that Bia didn’t recognize her. Just…ouch, that’s devastating.

#anyway. Justice for Pietro he deserves everything #I love posting updates on this because I know that literally no one has watched this and out of context it’s wild #disney bia

[itsasweater]

I'm sorry but why do I have to feel bad and be understanding for EJ about him dealing with the production in season 3 and the pressure from his father when that same grace wasn't given to Ricky during season 2? I seen a lot of yall putting most of the blame for his failings in season 3 on Gina, like what? Siding with the white male and putting all the blame on the teenage girl, just nasty. Ricky was being bashed all up and down the timeline during season 2 on here and twitter for how he was acting while he was dealing with his messed up home situation. EJ stans were having a blast laughing all up and down the timeline about it, don't make me post the receipts. That shit that happened to EJ is karma for how yall were acting about Ricky during season 2, but you want people to give him grace and understanding for his situation.... pleeeaaassssse be for real! Bunch of hypocrites.

Kat-Writes got yall brainwashed or something. I never forgot when that women went at people (Rina's) on twitter for a harmless video of fans asking questions to Matt, yet couldn't take the time to send out a tweet telling off Portwell's (undercover Rini's) about how they were treating Sofia. This girl was like 16 when she posted that tweet about having Gina and Rina fans back and she had to delete it because of how nasty people responded to that, which included plenty of racism. So she will put on a cape for a white male but nothing for the the girl of color. I guess she can't call out Portwell's though because that would be essentially biting the hand that feeds her, can't call them out because she needs them to read her articles and like her posts smh. Coming on here saying #JusticeForEJ like please have some shame.

You can't expect me to feel bad for EJ when yall stans of his were having a good old laugh up and down the timeline during season 2 about Ricky's situation. After seeing yall do that? You want others to feel bad for EJ? Yeah it's a no from me.

All of you also come on here and twitter saying this and that about Rina's like yall weren't absolutely disgusting to them during season 1 and 2. It was a pretty small part that were even Rina's at that time too, yet yall say Rina is fanservice even though that pairing was the most hated because it threatened Rini. Now you want to play innocent and act like the way Rina's come at you guys isn't karma for how yall treated them. Calling them delusional and other things is funny because boy do yall look dumb now, yall sure was confident Rina wasn't going to happen even though all the evidence was slapping yall in the face that it was . Season 4 sounds like a Rina movie, hope yall haters enjoy watching. I know I will. The salty tears in here and twitter will sure be plenty from Rina anti's

Like this is just some silly little Disney+ show but yall be dumb on here for real.

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #ej caswell #highschoolmusicalthemusicaltheseries #rina #portwell #JusticeForRicky #JusticeForRina's #karma is a bitch #NotSoDelusionalNow #JusticeForGina

[c-rose2081]

Starchild || 12. Control

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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With how well everything had been going, Zed should’ve known it was all going to fall apart sooner rather then later.

His plan to keep A-ddison hidden in Seabrook was working far better than he ever expected. She had reunited with her Mom, and was living on the other side of the z-fence. No one seemed to suspect anything from her, and she was becoming more adept at hiding herself amongst the human population. Everything was smooth sailing…which should’ve been Zed’d first clue that something bad was bound to happen any day.

That day came on Friday.

With the thoughts of a promised shopping trip with Mayor Wells and A-ddison on his mind for that weekend, Zed almost forgot about what he’d been dealing with before the UFO ever landed in Seabrook. His z-band wasn’t strong enough to hold back his zombie urges anymore. It was ok during practices when he barely ever broke a sweat, but tensions were high out on the field. Eastside was an aggressive team, and Seabrook’s greatest rivals. Zed knew it was going to be a long, rough game. And he was worried about what would happen.

Eliza was good enough to bring her laptop and monitor his vitals, but there wasn’t much she could do if things went wrong. Zed wished Addy was with him, that always seemed to make him feel more like himself. But she was with Bree getting her uniform fitted, and prepping for her first official football game as a Seabrook Cheerleader. If anything good came out of tonight, it would be seeing A-ddison in one of those beautiful pink and white skirts. Shaking his head, Zed groaned and felt heavy in his padding. He tapped a foot against the locker room’s plastic flooring, worrying himself into a tailspin. He could try to play without the hacking, but he wasn’t as strong or adept that way. They needed every player at their best against Eastside, including him. In fact, the team was practically riding on him to push them through. It felt like he was pulling a train behind him. Just leave it all to Zed; he can carry everything.

“…Zed?”

Glancing up from behind his hand, Zed sat up as a pair of blue eyes peeked around the corner of lockers.

“A-ddison? You’re not supposed to be here,” he whispered, “this is the guys locker room.”

“I know, but everyone else is already out there except you,” she said, “are we alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” she released her disguise, letting her tail fall and antennae lift up out of her hairline. The facial markings appeared across her skin, glowing faintly white. As she stepped fully out into the dim lighting, Zed pursed his lips and exhaled heavily. She was all dressed up in her new uniform, “what do you think?”

“You look great,” he croaked, mouth suddenly dry as a desert.

“I’m a little nervous to cheer in front of so many people,” A-ddison admitted to him, taking a few steps closer and sitting on the bench beside him, “you look a bit nervous, too. Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing,” Zed huffed, “don’t worry about it.”

“You know, I don’t have to ask permission to find out what’s on your mind,” she mumbled, rolling her fingers against the wood beneath her hand, “please tell me?”

Zed frowned again, slumping over his knees.

“I have to hack my z-band in order to win football games,” he told her finally, lifting his wrist to show off the bracelet, “I’ve been doing it for almost four years, since I was a Freshman.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” A-ddison puzzled, “Eliza told me the z-band kept you human.”

“It’s supposed to,” Zed confirmed, “but mine isn’t as strong as it used to be. It can keep me human when I’m not all stressed out. But on that football field, I just…I get so rialed up. It’s hard to control it.”

“Can’t you just get a new one?”

“I could. But I’d lose the ability to play Football. And Football is how Zombies got here in the first place. I win games, Zombies got integrated into society. It’s important.”

“But you’re important too, Zed,” A-ddison whispered, looking awfully concerned as she leaned up against his arm, “sounds like a life of servitude to me.”

“It feels like it,” Zed agreed, grunting as he got to his feet, “I should probably get out there. The Game is about to start.”

“I’ll be cheering for you,” Addy told him, accepting his hand as she was pulled to her feet as well, “good luck. And please be careful?”

“I’ll try,” Zed nodded, picking up his helmet. His undead heart was racing; Addy was beginning to turn away, “A-ddison, hold on.”

“Hm?”

Zed hesitated for a moment. He didn’t have to do this — it would shatter any hope of them staying ‘just friends’. But he wanted to so badly. So, stepping forward, Zed leaned in and kissed her. On the lips. Properly. It sent a thousand volts through him, like he had just kissed a power pole. But she deepened the embrace, pulling him closer by the front of his uniform. Zed ran a hand through her hair, feeling the electric charge between the strands. He was now fully aware that A-ddison wasn’t lying about being made of pure energy. He could feel it thrumming through him.

As they pulled away, A-ddison cradled his cheek with her hand. She ghosted it up his jawline, running a thumb across the lower half of his eye socket.

“That was a very convincing show of affection,” she sputtered out, two pitches higher than normal as he grinned at her.

“You’ve kissed me twice,” he insisted, “I just had to return the favor.”

“You’re going to be late,” Addy laughed, giving him a shove towards the exit. He could see her blushing, tail wrapping tightly around her leg and squeezing the skin, “go, Zed.”

And he did. The run and skip out onto the field had nothing to do with the bleachers cheering his name, or the signs and posters asking for his autograph. It had to do with the excitement rushing through his veins. He had kissed A-ddison, actually kissed her, and she had kissed him back. And yeah it totally blew ‘just friends’ out of the water, but he wasn’t mad about it. In fact, he was charged. It was enough to carry him all the way through the first half without a single incident.

Unfortunately, Eastside didn’t take getting totally pummeled very well.

The second half was far more aggressive and mean spirited. Multiple players on both sides of the field were carted off with injuries. Zed began to feel the stress of the game weigh on him as Seabrook’s lead began to dwindle. He relied on his strength to break through lines like paper ribbons. Zed thought he would be able to make it through. He wanted to make it. But than Eastside began to target his players. Heads down, charging full speed with the crowns of their helmets. No calls made by the refs as his guys began to get pulled out one by one.

The anger in him was bubbling, and his desire for flesh began to rise. He just wanted to rip one of the other guys arms off to see how they liked it. He could absolutely tear them apart, and use their bones as toothpicks. His stomach grumbled. His z-band alarm began to chime. But another one of his players fell, clutching his leg in pain as Eastside celebrated with chest bumps and high-fives.

Anger.

Anger.

Hunger.

Bite.

Now.

Zed lost grip on it. He felt the change instantly. He wanted to eat. And he wanted it now. Tearing off his helmet, his z-band was sparking from the stress. There was screaming all around him, not screams of excitement, but screams of fear. He roared in irritation, beginning to make his way up the field towards the nearest meal. He could get to the meaty flesh inside the padding like one might open a lobster tail. Fresh, tender, athletic meat. Brains. Blood.

Zed began to tread faster. There were bodies all over the field, it was hard to choose which one to go for. So many options.

“Zed!”

He heard his name, but couldn’t stop. He didn’t even know who it was calling for him, just that they smelled…different. Not human. What was that? “Zed! You have to stop!”

His brain recognized the voice, but his urges were too strong. He lashed out with a hand at whomever was close to him. There was a yelp of pain, and a scramble. The scent of blood reached his nose, and he turned to it. Starving. Hungry. She was sprawled on the ground, staring up at him with gigantic, panicked blue eyes.

Stop.

Zed, stop!

He couldn’t. He couldn’t stop, because he was just so hungry. He reached for her; she moved. But her scent was all over him, and he was intoxicated by it. He wanted it.

“Zed, stop it! This isn’t you!”

He roared at her, once again lashing out with his arm. He missed, as she was slippery and small. But the side of her uniform was coated with blood. A wounded lamb couldn’t evade him for long. He was expecting her to run away, but she didn’t. She actually got closer, and between one second and the next she had both hands grabbing onto his head. He moved to close his arms around her; to take a nice big bite.

BANG!

The shock that vibrated through his head was deafening. It rolled over him, causing his muscles to spasm, and his arms to fall. He stopped.

*Zed! Listen to me!*

She was in his head. She was talking directly through the bleary zombie haze. To him. To Zed…football star, high schooler.

*Zed! Stop fighting me. Let me help you.*

He wanted her to help him. And so he stopped, and he waited. It felt like his head was submerged in a tub of ice. The scent of fresh blood was still in his nose, but it wasn’t making him hungry anymore. It just made him queasy.

*Come back to me.*

And he was back. Between one heartbeat and the next, he opened his eyes and felt sure of where he stood. A-ddison was still clinging onto his head, but she was breathing hard. Her new uniform was shredded up the ribs, revealing three large gouges in her skin. He had done that.

“…no,” he croaked, realizing what he had done.

“Zed…” Addy choked, “it’s you. You’re here.”

He collapsed to his knees at her feet as she released her grip on him. His head felt ready to explode, but the need to bite was gone. She had made it go away…it felt like she had pushed the urges right out of him. But, in his clouded haze of thoughts, he heard her whimper. She staggered backwards, gripping her side. She was hurt. He had hurt her.

“Addy…” he mumbled, lifting his head to see her image flicker.

“I can’t stay here.”

And then she was gone, sprinting the other way as Zed surged forward after her.

“A-ddison, don’t go!”

But she was already gone. Her figure jumped the fence around the track, and her uniform vanished into the indigo of the forest surrounding the school. His heart twisted. His brain stopped working. Everything hurt, like he had just been put through a meat grinder. Even as z-patrol began to surround him, shouting orders his way, he didn’t hear them. He merely dropped his head into his hands, resting his face on the ground as he wept.

Zed would spend only half a night in z-patrol holding. He wasn’t dangerous anymore. His z-band was working again, almost like it had been shocked back into functioning. Yet he still felt numb. Addy’s electricity had fried him, both mentally, and physically. He still wasn’t sure what she had done to stop him from rampaging. That should’ve been impossible. But than again, so was she. He was released under the context of z-band malfunction — odd, seeing as all z-bands were monitored at all times. But he didn’t question it.

He just got into the van and was taken home. All the while it felt as though he were just going through motions. He sat staring forward at the guards who accompanied him, thinking about his mistake. He still didn’t know where Addy was. Had she returned home to her mom? Was she out in the forest somewhere? Would she come back to him after what he’d done to her?

Zed cringed and left the z-patrol van in silence. He didn’t speak to his dad, or to Zoey. Just patted her head as she hugged him tightly. He went straight upstairs, shedded his football uniform for his hoodie, and fell face first onto the bed. No doubt his shopping trip was shot now. No one would even want to be in his presence. He was a monster, just like he’d always been. And Zed continued to wallow in his self pity till near dawn, when he was woken up by the sound of his window opening.

Lifting his head, Zed wasn’t expecting Wyatt. The wolf didn’t look happy about being in his presence either. He was perched on the interior of the sill, silhouette appearing very much of his monstrous canine heritage.

“Hey. Hey, dead guy,” he said, “get up. We need to move.”

“I’m not following you anywhere,” Zed grumbled back at him, “leave me alone.”

“Do you want to see A-ddison or not?”

That got Zed’s attention. He sat up, forgetting the pain he was in and groaning, “hurry up, old man,” Wyatt insisted, “or I’m leaving without you.”

And so Zed blindly followed. Was it wise to follow a werewolf into the woods? Probably not. But, where Addy was involved, he’d go anywhere. And so Zed kept hot on Wyatt’s heels, slowing down a bit when he realized he wasn’t alone. There were others around him too, watching from the shadows and the trees. They were following them, not fully showing themselves, but keeping an eye on things. Surrounded by wolves on all sides, Zed swallowed thickly as they traveled deeper and deeper into the forest. A mist had fallen during the night, settling on his skin and making it feel cold and slick. The sun was just peeking through the trees when Zed saw the entrance to a large cave.

“You’re a guest here,” Wyatt said flatly, “so show some respect.”

“Right. Respect. Where is here, exactly?”

Wyatt didn’t respond, just huffed as he nodded his head. Zed followed the wolf inside, feeling tons of gazed on him from all around. The cave was massive and naturally carved. There were wolves everywhere; crouched on every ledge, and lounged across every smooth surface. Zed knew where he was now, and felt both surprised and confused.

“Isn’t this the Den?” He asked wearily, “I thought outsiders weren’t allowed here?”

“They aren’t. This is an exception,” Wyatt drawled, “follow me.”

Zed nodded, keeping his eyes trailing around the room. Clearly some of these Wolves hadn’t seen any outsiders before, as they were sizing him up like a hunk of fresh meat. Others he recognized from around Seabrook; those who knew him looked weary, or concerned.

“In here,” Wyatt said, guiding him up some naturally carved stairs and towards a private chamber of the cave, “be very quiet.”

Wyatt lifted a finger to his lips as Zed nodded his agreement, ducking under a cloth curtain which hung in front of the doorway. Inside, it smelled distinctly of cinnamon and other spices. Smoke drifted in the air, breaking up a few pale sunbeams filtering through a dense net slung over a hole in the roof. And, in the middle of the room amongst a pile of fur blankets and coverings, Zed recognized the pale, near white curls.

“A-ddison,” he breathed, passing Wyatt as he fell to the ground beside the furry heap. She had been stripped from her cheer uniform, and Zed could still smell fresh blood nearby. The markings on her skin were glowing brightly against washed out, ashy skin, revealing not just the shapes Zed had come to know, but also stripes down her bare collar and continuing down past the blankets. She looked terrible; and — to Zed’s horror — her veins had gone dark, and were tracing out branch like patterns across the front half of her collar and up her neck, “what’s wrong with her?”

“Poison,”

Zed turned at the new voice, seeing Willa appear from another side cave, “yours.”

“Mine?” Zed croaked, “I did this to her?”

“Not on purpose,” Willa shrugged, holding something in her hand as she descended a short flight of steps, “do you remember what happened?”

“I lost control,” Zed managed, his whole body shaking as he gently ran a hand over A-ddison’s cheek. She was burning up, “I scratched her. You’re saying I poisoned her? Is she…”

“She’ll live, don’t worry,” Willa told him, “she’s already much better than when we brought her here.”

“But how could I have poisoned her?” Zed asked, suddenly very conscious about where his hands were as he took them away from A-ddison’s bare skin, “Zombies don’t poison people.”

“Not humans, maybe. But, she’s not human, is she?”

Zed hesitated, than nodded as Willa came over to him. She held an ornate wooden box in one hand, and a bowl in the other.

“It’s been a long night for her, but she’s fighting it off like a champ. Here, make yourself useful and hold that.”

Willa shoved the bowl of reddish-brown liquid into his hands, kneeling down next to him.

“You’ve been taking care of her all night?” Zed asked, watching the elder werewolf open the box in her hands to reveal a Moonstone necklace.

“She was in our territory,” Willa told him, dipping the necklace into the bowl and coating it till the stone wasn’t visible, “pup would’ve died out there on her own. She wasn’t in good shape.”

“But the pack doesn’t take in outsiders.”

Willa said nothing to that, focusing instead on her task as she gently draped the Moonstone across A-ddison’s neck. This immediately caused her body markings to illuminate even brighter, and the sleeping girl gave a heave of air as though something heavy had been lifted off her chest.

“She reacts to the power of the Moonstone,” Willa said, noticing Zed’s puzzled expression, “we found that out last night. Putting it directly on her skin nearly burned her, so we have to coat it first. It helps her breathe. As for why we took her in…”

“She’s important, that’s why,” Wyatt said, reappearing from inside the cave with a few wet cloths, “here Willa.”

Wyatt passed the items to his sister and plopped down beside Zed.

“What do you mean important?” Zed puzzled, “you don’t even know her.”

“There’s a story, told to all pups by the elder Wolves when we are very young,” Wyatt explained, “it speaks of the arrival of a Great Alpha, a leader with a wolf-heart, who will have pale hair the same color as the moon. She will have the power to unite us Wolves to be stronger then ever before.”

“And…you believe A-ddison is your Great Alpha?” Zed drawled, “Willa? Do you believe this to?”

“I didn’t,” Willa admitted with a shrug, “she’s still just a Pup. But she took you — a Zombie three times her size — down to your knees at the football game. And she nearly took us down in the forest.”

“She did what?” Zed gawked as Willa rolled her eyes.

“Wynter got too close when she was spooked and nearly broke a rib. It took all three of us exhausting her before we could bring her here. That’s what this is for.”

Willa dipped her hand into the bowl, coating her fingers in the Auburn mixture, “muscle relaxant. Helps keep the girl sleeping while she heals.”

“And keeps her from attacking us.” Wyatt chuckled, “it’s what we get for underestimating prey,”

“She’s not prey. And A-ddison wouldn’t attack anyone,” Zed insisted, “she probably felt cornered and was defending herself. I know I would if Werewolves were chasing me.”

“Tell that to poor Wynter,” Willa huffed, shaking her head, “Addison should come out of this relatively soon. I brought you here to make sure you didn’t go rampaging through Seabrook searching for her.”

“Thank you,” Zed nodded, reaching under the blankets to find A-ddison’s hand and squeezing it, “I just…I can’t believe I hurt her, she’ll never forgive me.”

“Don’t be so sure, guy,” Wyatt admitted, “you were the first person she called for before we put her down.”

“She was? She…wasn’t scared of me?”

“Not hardly,” Willa agreed, “you’re welcome to stay if you want. Just don’t touch that Moonstone. I need to go check on Wynter and see how she’s holding up. Pup packs a punch, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I know,” Zed chuckled, reaching for his face and rubbing his jaw, “thanks, Willa. Wyatt.”

“Sure. I’ll be back later to check on her.”

Willa stood and left the room with her bowl, leaving only Wyatt behind.

“You know, if you two don’t work out…” the wolf drawled, only to receive an angry growl from Zed as he lifted both hands, “just kidding, just kidding. I’ll leave you two alone.”

Zed nodded his appreciation, watching Wyatt pass through the curtain and pull it closed behind him. This left the den quiet, with only then noises of the main chamber floating through. A-ddison slept soundly under the fur blankets, chest rising and falling at an easier pace with the Moonstone resting on her chest.

“You are just a world of mystery, aren’t you?” He told her, clutching her hand even tighter and running the flat of his thumb across her limp palm, “I’m so sorry, A-ddison,” he whispered, lip wobbling with the threat of tears, “I’m so, so sorry.”

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[alitgblog]

"live" blogging s7, vol 1 (some analysis, some jokes lol)

first off, I totally forgot there were other casa amor girls so opening the app to see them on the banner I was like oooo

the S7 MC isn't too bad art wise, like it's definitely better than I thought with the preview, but

I do think the skinnier size MC is super skinny and the bigger one is not that much bigger, which is a little disappointing (always appreciate more size inclusion). ideally I think there would be one more size up i think but I do understand that means they'd have to fix all the clothes 3 times.

speaking of clothes they've always been bad at the beginning of the season since like s4 and this is no exception. I wish we got more options in the beginning and then the others they tack on later

the skin tones really are only three shades with each having one warmer variation, which is kind of nice to have people get that option in tone, but I do still wish there were more shades variation in between (and darker ones in general)

for absolutely no reason I have decided that my MC is also gonna be the S5 MC from my first playthrough getting a second chance after a second failed relationship with Suresh (let's just pretend she didn't win her season lol) and she's cute in this style (but again i wish we had the right skin tone for her). I guess if fusebox is backing out of bringing back Eddie then I'm bringing my MC

Her name is Junie and she's doing a lot better now mentally and has gained a little bit of healthy weight and finally loves herself now so fusebox better not make an embarrassment out of her again.

this actually works out pretty well bc usually the casa amor girls on the show arrive at the same time unless something is special about one of them who can show up separately like MC does here (ok fine I've only seen that happen in LI USA S5 and I guess s6 of the game)

Ep 1

Bonnie being an LI feels solely like penance for me thinking Iona was hot but sad she wasn't even a friend really let alone an LI in s3 so thank you but for narrative purposes I'm making Junie straight

Uma is gorgeous

also fusebox is not beating the reused assets allegations even those poses are just too eerily familiar

"I wanna try the slow burn" *has war flashbacks to the Ozzy route I never finished*

short king raf

ok Alex picking MC when Summer was flirting so hard is actually very funny to me

I understand bc it's a gem choice i didn't pick that we didn't get the last card but very funny that they were like we're just not gonna give Summer a chance at all actually

Let's goooo confirmed Joyo is Indonesian (I'm filipino so i was hoping filipino so I could draw him singing karaoke but I am here for any southeast Asian representation at all 🥳)

however I am upset with the use of "rizz" again. maybe once or twice but if they do it again I'm rioting

Alex nerding out is so cute. also who wouldn't want a bob the builder boyfriend for home improvement projects lol

am i too old to understand what normcore is?? like I barely understand e-girl aesthetic but there's more??

Bryson and his sister Jess have the most realistic sibling relationship from the last two seasons bc I also would mess with my brother's partners. and I once again am mourning the idea of a protective brother slow burn storyline in s6 instead of whatever Amelia was doing

"I won't bore you with the details" no pls do it I wanna know and I don't wanna pay the gems

all the guys have great personalities so far and idk if it's because I'm paying attention more this time or it's just better but oh no I'm falling for all of them

the drama set up with the guys and their partners is promising writing (namely the triangle with Geri, Bryson, and Joyo but maybe just because im torn between those two anyway) I'm shocked but cautious it's episode 1 lol

ep 2

early doors?

the gem party outfit is so 2013 disney channel, I actually will be taking the free outfit

wait why is it not night time for truth or dare why did they change clothes lol

joyo, get out of here with the graphic tee and blazer combo. Maybe this is why Bryson doesn't like you, and it'd be justified (tbf him being a bad dresser has been established already though)

oh God I didn't see his pants too jfc let him borrow some clothes

I'm into the frenemy relationship with Summer, like there's always a female villain in the game and they're almost always entertaining to me at the beginning (minus maybe Kat and Ivy)

I'm warming up to the all the guys like how can you pick

I'm starting to realize I personally have a problem because I always go, at least initially, for the chefs/foodies (Jake, Bobby, Camilo, Roberto) and I like Bryson rn and I think my MC would go for Bryson based on how I played her in s5 but I'm slowly inching over to Joyo and honestly i see the vision for Bobby clone I mean Raf and it is absolutely bc they've mentioned cooking

stop talking about feet pls not again

I expect this from Summer but Uma coming over to try to steal my man?? I appreciate her boldness though and at least she's not going behind anyone's back

ep 3

as someone who doesn't have the modded app and will not pay real money for gems, I feel very happy with choosing to eavesdrop on the guys' conversation. I feel like usually a lot of the gem scenes aren't worth it but this one is fun

Joyo does skincare but can't dress and Bryson is a fashion expert but makes fun of skincare. If they joined forces they'd be unstoppable, thank God they hate each other

hey what the fuck happened to cassius

so in summary im pleasantly surprised and hyped for this season at the moment. and lastly, pls don't drop the ball on stick or twist again please please pleaseeee

#litg liveblogging #sorta #litg s7 #litg stick or twist #personal

[neoyi]

The Owl House Season Three Thoughts

Probably my dumping ground for season three talks. *shrugs*

You can read my general thoughts on the first two season here: https://neoyi.tumblr.com/post/698412600252366848/neoyi-neoyi-neoyi-neoyi-neoyi

"Thanks to Them" spoilers.

It was abundantly clear by the latter half of season two that the creators had to introduce, establish, and progress major plots and character developments within the last ten or so episodes because of Disney's screw-up. It's a damn miracle it ran as efficiently as it did.

Apparently they had to alter the plot by that point, which does explain why it didn't feel overstuffed as I thought it would be. Sure, a couple of things feel clumsily inserted (the Collector's presence is an abrupt introduction than a gradual foreshadowing of What Was To Come), but for the most part, they altered its course pretty damn well.

Time will tell if Dana Terrance will be able to finish the show off given what little she was forced to work with (man, I do not blame her for feeling angry), but season three's opener "Thanks to Them" is a good indicator of what may be to come: simultaneously stuffing the episodes with as much content as they needed in the most economical way possible.

It's really, really, reaaaaaaaaaally evident in the beginning montage how many shit they had to squeeze in within just two minutes: Luz coming out to her mother, the kids trying to create a new portal door, the witch kids trying to blend into Earth and its customs, Hunter suffering PTSD and getting an Important Haircut to try and be his own person, the feckin' rain that the kids can experience without fearing for their lives? All of these are worth their own episodes. We'll never get time for Gus to truly take in the human world. That's several episode plots right there. We'll never see Hunter gradually getting possessed by Belos with cliffhangers and plot twists that would have left us aching to know what happens next. We'll never get Camila and Luz having heart-to-heart once the latter comes out. It's a really adorable montage of What Could Have Beens.

I want to believe Dana Terrance, knowing she owes Disney nothing now that her show is cancelled, means she's going to be like, fuck everything, and come right out, ON-SCREEN, to say that Luz is bisexual as fuck. I mean, what's Disney gonna do? Cancel the show some more?

This is so unapologetic, as it should be. (Also double props to Camila who wears a pride rainbow badge afterward. A++ mom.)

I love how far Vee has come that she's not only familiar with Earth custom and is able to guide the witch kids, but has developed a human identify of her own. She has to hide what she is to the public, but not who she is to people close to her.

Even their version of the Duolingo Owl is as persistently demonic as ours.

It's sweet to see the witch kids and Vee learning Spanish. Luz took the time to learn the Boiling Isle's culture, it would make sense they want to do the same with Luz's heritage.

Man, these kids have some choice fashions.

I forgot Hunter was trying to sew the Golden Guard's crest episodes back until I did a rewatch and got to that episode. So what a nice callback here where he's using Camila sewing machine to make more patches! I cannot believe this fucking kid made his own version of the Three Wolves Howling At Moon shirt. Of course he thinks wolves are Cool and Mystical. What a goddamn dork.

THE GODDAMN GIRAFFES. Like did it show off its true face because it recognized the witch kids as from the Boiling Isles? Surely, many humans have taken pictures of this creature that if it had made the same horrifying face, someone would have noticed and said something by now. (Then again, that shitty conspiracy guy was correct in his suspicion, sooo...)

Damn, these kids are fashionable as fuck.

Gooooood, this is such a cute, heartwarming scene. Every time something bad happens to this kid, I want to wrap him up in a blanket and give him hot cocoa. And now, he finally has people who would and likely has done that for him (Camila would definitely give him a blanket and a nice meal.) This is probably the safest Hunter's been since he found out about Belos. And even before then, his entire life was built to be a soldier and personal assistant to a kingly figure. I don't know how Belos treated him, but I doubt it was the kind of warm and sincere comfort Luz, her friends, and her mother has been giving him since their time on Earth. I don't think Hunter has ever had to experience just lying in bed, reading nerdy books and relating to its characters, and sewing just because he wants to sew the things he likes and not for the role Belos gave him since birth. He's finally found an identity for himself, free of Belos. And it's because he IS Hunter, and not Phillip's brother-clone, that he's able to free himself from Belos' influence at the end. This kid went through the best character development in the entire damn show and he's a dumpster fire who deserves hugs and cookies.

Ahh, I see Luz has good taste in indie games.

Masha's non-binary colored nails are on point. Did they always have them in their first appearance or was this added for season three? Need to check sometime.

Ahh, THIS explains why Flapjack was drawn to Hunter.

So this episode completely recontextualized the relationship between Luz and Camila and I was not prepared for it. I just thought Camila didn't get Luz, tried to figure out a solution, and handled it wrong. I was not expecting Camila to have also grown up as a nerd, outcast and bullied in her youth, with fears of her daughter going through the same. I wasn't even sure if Luz's father would have even played a part in their story or was just background, but he did and now we get why their relationship was slowly starting to falter because grief fucking sucks and it causes you to cope in different, and sometimes not often good ways. It's heartbreaking to see Camila, who so loved Luz's eccentricity, cave into the criticisms of judgmental adults. Given she's always stood up for Luz in the latter's youth, I think she collapsed and just gave up when her husband died. Meanwhile Luz had an outlet brought about by her favorite book series (now much more meaningful because it came from her father), but overcompensated and unintentionally caused problems in school and her social life. It explains a lot of the earlier hints in previous episodes where we see Camila still embracing and amused by Luz's creativity, but also contradicting it with concerns against it. Everything makes sense now and together, they can finally work to heal and grow.

I love how blatant the animation took a huge bump up for the Witch kids vs. Possessed Hunter fight. I'm especially impressed by Possessed Hunter's lip sync. The way his mouth moves is particularly nuanced compared to the usual way its animated. I honestly thought they got James Baxter to guest animate. It just feels like he'd be the guy who would do stuff like Willow grabbing one of Possessed Hunter's arms and twisting it around like that, but apparently someone else animated this? Whoever you are, I salute you.

Man, I thought Belos was paste by "King's Tide." Sure, there was that hint when one of his goop landed on Hunter's shoulder that brought him to Earth, but I was maybe expecting one of those Last Remnants Of Him With No Mind To Take Final Revenge kinda thing. In any case, it was important for him to come back so Hunter can finish his personal journey. He had to be the one to fight and tell Belos to fuck off and finalize himself as an individual person.

Okay, so I first thought it was cheap that Flapjack revived Hunter. You'll have to forgive me, I tend to be weary of Cheap Deaths and tend to approach them with great caution. Then I remembered that Belos regularly absorbed palismens in order to keep going. It's probably how he's lived for centuries. Pailsmen can do that. They can GIVE life to humans/witches. Hunter's situation is the complete opposite of how Belos handled it where Flapjack willingly gave his own life instead of having it taken away from him. Man, I was not prepared for them to kill off Flapjack! And like Hunter has his eyes. So is Flapjack a part of him now? Are all magic-users bonded to one palismen in their lives or can they get more? Is that it for Hunter? No more familiar for him? Why does palismen have the ability to give their lifespan? Is it just in their nature to help their creators? There's a million questions I have on palismen biology, but I digress. Somebody get Hunter hot cocoa and a blanket, damn it!

Amity is a patient girlfriend. I think Luz has lied or kept like three major secrets from her (and her friends) by now.

Awwww yeah, Camila is coming to the Boiling Isles. This is the absolute BEST solution to anything because she's gonna wreck shit up!

I like that the show validates Vee's decision to stay out of the battle. She's still working through her trauma and deserves a safe spot to cope and live.

I did kind wished they left out the car keys joke at the end. It's cute, but a mild mood killer.

[whosbex]

You ain't missing out now! 👏

❤- Favorite Tangled Character?

💔- Least favorite Tangled Character?

✨- Moonstone or Sundrop?

🎥- Favorite Season (½/3)?

📺- Another show you’d like to see have a cross over with Tangled?

😺- Number 1 animal companion?

💎- Favorite AU?

👗- Favorite character outfit?

👔- Least favorite character outfit?

🧠- Random Tangled Headcanon you have?

🌙- Favorite Moon Character? (E.g Cass, Varian, Eugene.)

📚- Favorite Tangled Fanfic?

⏰- When did you join the fandom?

💭- How did you learn about TTS?

🎶- Best Tangled Song?

🙉- Worst Tangled Song?

💞- Which character do you relate to the most?

💢- Which character do you not relate to the most?

💥- A big a opinion you have related to the Tangled movie/series?

We all know Cass is my gurl from now until forever! But I also love her smokin hot dad where she definitely got her looks from,Hector and her aunt Adira.😌

Nigel. He can go die in a hole for all I care.

Moonstone 1000%!!!! I have built SO MUCH lore around that opal.

Season 2. Gave us all a lot to work with when it comes to lore and it Twas sad that it Twas not touched on enough in the next season.

Probably HTTYD and the book series the Wingfeather saga. They are both heavily based on dragons so I’d put a WHOLE ASS BUNCH of Saponin lore in there.

I can’t pick one animal 😭😭😭. My number ones would have to be pascal,owl,little big guy,and Hector’s pets who I have named Raynan (rhino),Kinzey & Thanatos (bear cats)

Any next gen aus and anything involving the brotherhood!

Cassandra’s adventure suit and her armor in season two. And raps and Eugene’s outfits in season three. I also like the redesign outfits I’ve made for Cass and Andrew for my next gen au.

Probably Rapunzel’s coronation gown. It just doesn’t feel like her with the big poofy skirt. And Eugene’s outfit for rap’s coronation

I have WAAAAAAAYY too many 😭😭😭. Here are some of them: Hector has ADHD,Cass is near sighted and also has ADHD but she’s medicated (idk if they had that but let’s just say they do),varian and Edmund are both autistic,Stan and Cass are cousins (the cap being Stan’s uncle),Quirin is the oldest of the brotherhood,Edmund is the second oldest after him is Adira and Hector is the youngest. Hector is a Capricorn and is born on Christmas eve (is there a specific reason y I headcanon that? No) Hector and Eugene’s mom are half siblings,Cap had a wife when he adopted Cass but they got divorced,and then Cass’s “mom” died when Cass was 16. Willow has ADHD,and her and the Cap used to be a thing. I also headcanon that the Cap’s name is Caleb. Adira and Eugene’s mom used to date,earlier in high school. Hector stole his rhino from a circus that was passing through the DK,and he found the bear cats in the woods. Cass found Owl as a bb chick that fell out of his nest and was hurt and this happened not too long after her mom died so Owl just became her emotional support animal as well as her fighting bird. Andrew is dyslexic,oh and Quirin is color blind.

Idk ig Cass but I don’t like how they wrote it in the series. But my second would have to be Varian cuz ngl that would also make sense. But yet again I’m also interested with the moon!Eugene au.

I need to read more but so far Blood of my brother by AMax76✨😌✨

2018,when season one just ended. I did watch the short film when it came out but,then I just kinda forgot abt it😅. So yah I officially joined in 2018

Saw the teaser on Disney channel.

My top three should be, 1) ready as I’ll ever be 2)waiting in the wings 3)nothing left to lose

Through it all and living the dream.

At the beginning:raps. By the end? Cass,Eugene and Varian.

Fred.

Again I have too many😅. But I’ll try to keep this one shorter. IMO we should’ve had more lore on the DK and especially Saporia. I really would’ve liked to see them really dive into the motives of why they wanted to take Corona back. I also think that Ready as I’ll ever be should’ve gotten a reprise ont eh finale I stead of us getting through it all,cuz let’s be real that song was not it.

#tangled the series #tts #tangled #tts ask game #q&a game

[too-wooo]

At the beach:

This is a fanfic based off of a request from @disney-girl67 thank you for sending in a request.

This is a fanfic about the Disney villain captain Jame’s hook. This is a fem reader, and this is in fact a smutty fanfic, if ur uncomfy please click off of my account :)

Contains: smut, light slapping, praising, rough s3x, br$ast kink, cream pie, or@l, p in v.

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“Y/n!“ you’re friend Taylor shouted loudly from down stairs, you were lying down on you’re bed with you’re limbs pointing out in all directions you’re soft snores filling the empty and quiet room

“Y/N!!” She shouted louder and louder, finally she started to make her way up the stairs

She burst into your room, she was wearing a pink one piece bathing suit with her hair in a pony tail

“Oh my god!” She groaned as she grabbed you by the wrist and forced you up from the bed, you were still half asleep and you had your eyes partially closed

“What…what is it?“ you asked in a dry and sleepy tone, a yawn catching up with you

“We’re going to the beach! Remember?” She questioned with annoyance ringing in her voice as she spoke

“Oh!” You immediately perked up and tried to shake you’re self awake “I’m so sorry! I forgot” you said with an innocent smile, Taylor just blinked at you quickly, showing her impatience “come on” you leaped out of bed and you stretched “I’ll be waiting for you outside” Taylor sighed and walked out disappearing from you’re sight

You hurried to your drawers and you got on a cute bikini, it was a black string tied bikini with little dented in strips

“Alright I’m ready” you reassured you’re self as you began to walk slowly out of the door grabbing the stuff you needed on the way out

“Yo! Y/n!” Someone yelled out to you, it was Wayne, you grinned wide as you approached them, you all began to walk past a few houses and streets until you were at the beach, you all laid you’re stuff down on the sand

You sprinted off into the water letting the cool feeling splash onto your feet and legs

 “it’s so nice out here” you said softly, as you walked deeper into the water letting it reach up to you’re stomach

**hooks POV/first person**

There she is, finally I was able to locate her. It’s been so long since I had seen her…I almost forgot how she looks, but I’m glad I didn’t. Now I can talk with her again, touch her… “boys…go get her” I whisper to the others sitting beside me,

**y/ns POV**

You closed you’re eyes slowly as you crouched down in the water letting it hit you’re warm skin and move you across the rough sand

You relaxed as you floated carelessly through the calm and flowing waters

“Join me guys” you called out to Wayne and Taylor but there was no answer, you stood up and started to make your way back through the water onto the dry sand

“Taylor? Wayne?” You called out again but again it was silent

You saw their stuff and your stuff still where you left it and you sighed

“They wouldn’t have ditched me…would they?” You questioned as you sat down on a rock the heat from it, hitting your cold arms and legs “god damn it…” you whispered in defeat “maybe they had to use the bathroom” you said quietly

You tilted your head backwards and jolted forwards when you came face to face with a random man

You fell off the rock and onto the sand scrapping your palms and knees “Ah!” You winced, the man ran at you and you made a pathetic attempt to crawl away but he grabbed you and dragged you away

You screamed as loud as you could “HELP!” you yelled and kicked hoping he would let go but another man ran forward and grabbed your legs keeping you still

You got tossed onto a deck, the deck of a huge ship

You scooted yourself in the opposite direction of the men and your back hit something hard

Rubber like the bottom of a shoe, Low and behold you turned your head panicked only to see another man

“Hello there love, I’m Captain Hook” he said with a wide but mischievously grin plastered on his face

You took a deep breath and prepared to scream but he lurched towards you on the floor and covered you’re mouth with his hand “shhhhh”

He said shaking his head like he was disappointed, you ripped your head away from him and you yelled at him “who the fu-“ he grit his teeth and he slapped you, hard. You felt your face twitch and you stayed quiet “good girl, stay silent and I won’t have to do that anymore” he whispered as he stood up again towering over you

You turned his head to the other men “take her to the cabin, make sure that she can’t get away” he said as he glanced at you, a more calm and gentle look in his eyes

You scrunched your eyebrows at him and you narrowed your eyes

He stared down at you his eyes scanning over every inch of your body until his gaze stopped on one part of your body

Your chest, you looked down at your chest then you looked back at him, a smirk forming on his lips “I must say…I love your bathing suit” he said with a low and sultry voice, that filled your ears making you shiver

You made a disgusted face and you looked away from him “don’t be like that y/n”

He said, his tone mocking and laughable “fuck off…” you mumbled thinking he didn’t hear you

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice much more serious and deeper then before

Your eyes widened and you didn’t look at him, you began to breath heavier and he took a few steps closer to you

“Repeat that?” He said glaring at you his posture stiff and one hand on his sword holder

“Nothing” you said trying to keep your voice from shaking, just then one of the two men spoke “the room is ready” hook turned to them and he nodded his head

“Take her” he said, they grabbed you and you closed your eyes trying not to freak out

You were thrown onto a bed and you didn’t move, frozen in place, with your heart racing and your head pounding. You laid there and you began to doze off feeling your thoughts fade away from you, you fell asleep and a long while later you awoke again

You looked around slowly as you lifted your self up from the bed you got up from the bed and you walked in circles

Until hook opened the door, though at first you didn’t see his face at the door you knew from the scruffy boot that peeked from the corner of the floor

The door creaked open and he walked in, he threw a cloth to you

And you caught it, you unfolded it and saw it was a mid length light blue dress with long and tattered sleeves

“Get dressed” he said with a more nonchalant and steady voice, you nodded your head softly before you started to layer the dress over your bathing suit

He watched you silently with an unreadable and solid expression

The dress had a corset built into it and you grabbed the strings pulling at them barely making them move

Hook walked to you and he grabbed the strings from you, the tied the strings and he pulled making the corset tighten around you earning a loud gasp

Hook placed his hands on your shoulders and took a step forward resting his head onto the crook of your neck, you felt goosebumps form on your body and you bit your bottom lip, he laid his hands onto your hips and pulled you close pressing his groin to the back of your butt

You could feel his bulge growing and you blushed an embarrassed feeling washing over you

He started to stare down again and you look in the direction he was staring, your mouth fell open and you whimpered quietly

He was looking at your breasts that were now squeezing together and very visible thanks to the corset

“Follow me” he whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine

You nodded your head and you followed him out back onto the deck where you saw a beautiful land that seemed magical

“This is neverland” he said with a cocky smile on his face as you tilted his head to look at you once again

“It’s very pretty” you said with a menace in your voice

That hook could hear loud and clear “hmm…” he hummed as he reached his hand forward gripped down onto your wrist making you groan in pain. He started to drag you out from the ship and through this weird but interesting patch of forest, like the woodlands

You had to jog to keep up and you were out of breath when he stopped

You were at a small but secure looking house? He opened the door and pushed you inside, he locked the door and he began to undo his shirt

You stuttered as you spoke “Wha-what are you doing?” You uttered

He walked as close to you as he could keeping intense eye contact with you. He threw his shirt down onto the floor and he undid his belt pulling it through his belt loops letting it fall to the floor, “take it off” you gave him a confused look and he sighed before he grabbed the to front pieces of the dress

Ripping the strings making it loosen and the dress come undone “the dress!” He said louder then before

You hesitated and he glared at you again making you quickly slide the dress off leaving you in your bathing suit, he swiftly slid his fingers onto the clasps of your bathing suit top, it unclasped falling off your shoulders exposing your bare breasts you kept your hands at your sides when hook set both hands on either breast, you whimpered loudly as he squeezed them, massaging them slowly “be nice okay?”

He pushed you backwards making you fall backwards onto a soft bed

He raised his eyebrows waiting for your answer “okay..” you mumbled as he grinned and leaned down licking up and around your nipples making small moans leave your mouth

You continued to work at your jittery and shaky figure as he trailed his tongue down your chest to your stomach

He untied The strings that held your bottom bikini piece together

He stared into your eyes as he tore the bottoms away from you leaving you’re body completely uncovered, he traced his fingers down your breasts down to your thighs, he then gripped them tight with his hands keeping your legs apart

His breath hit your sensitive clit making you react and try to close your legs around his head

But his hands kept your legs separated “stop it y/n” he demanded before he parted his lips and he started to lean forward, he started to lick furiously at your wet folds, forcing loud moans to leave your mouth

He continued his fast movements, he applied more pressure to his tongue, your breathing was getting heavier and you felt your body tremble

He dug his nails into your thighs and pulled you closer to him

He continued his rapid and aggressive licks until he felt your legs twitch, “Ah~!” You moaned as you pressed your head into a pillow messing up your hair

He pulled away from you not letting you finish “I didn’t know you could sound so…lewd”

He said as removed his hands from your thighs then standing up and placing one of his hands onto your hips, he used one of his free hands and he pulled his pants along with his underwear down his erect cock bouncing up

You shifted your body backwards, but he pulled you back to him even closer then before, he took a hand and he lined himself up with your entrance, “w-wait I’m a-“ before you could finish your sentence he plunged himself into you a desperate moan escaping you

“That’s more like it~” he praised as he began deep and fast movements inside you

He groaned and grunted with every thrust, his hips bucking wildly as he got closer and closer to the edge

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach and you moaned louder and louder

He pounded into you as hard and fast as he could making you clench around his causing a little bit of pain to shoot into your body

You felt his stop moving after one last thrust going as deep as possible, you felt his cum fill you up and you gripped the sheets almost ripping them, you followed soon after your back arching

He stayed inside of you for a few seconds before he pulled out, his cum leaking out onto the sheets and onto your inner thigh

“God…that was beautiful y/n” he said as he climbed next to you on the bed

You rested your legs laying flat on your back “yeah…” you agreed as you closed your eyes

Feeling your body go weak, falling back into a deep sleep

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she hulk finale!!! 😍 it was awesome and I loved it and here are some comments I made while watching (kinda long post sns)

spoilers under the cut!

the opening was fantastic, so funny lol

oh shit and Bruce is still in space huh 😳

and she can't turn, just like Blonsky? I mean, from the perspective of the witnesses... understandable

aw I feel so bad for her, she doesn't deserve all that 😭

oh no she's moving 😭 like, I get it, but I love her apartment, it's so cute lol

"by any and all means" I fucking love Nikki 😂😂 where do I find a bestie like her lol

Dennis what the fuck 🤦🏻‍♀️ tbh I genuinely forgot this guy existed lmao "dated for a significant about of time" HA, you fucking wish 😂 you wish you could pull anyone even remotely as awesome as Jen lmao

we're gonna see Blonsky again??? yaaay!

"I'm not running from my problems, it's a mental health break" ain't that a mood lol

Nikki's a genius 👑

"deep haikus" by Emil Blonsky - I fucking need this book in my life 😂😂😂

I love Pug, I wish we could've seen more of him in this series lol

"I would have the exact same criticism if she was a man" OMG but this is exactly what males say on the internet 😂😂😂

fucking Todd 😂 for a second there i was afraid Pug's cover was blown lol

Pug is doing so good and I'm loving how uncomfy he is about all that 😂

TODD is HulkKing???! I mean, there were theories after he called her a specimen and all, but I honestly didn't expect that, because I was sure it had to be someone smarter 😂😂😂

I still don't trust the wrecking crew guy 👀

wait, is Blonsky with inteligencia?????! WHAT? obvi he wasn't suddenly good but like... why - also, how can he suddenly transform without alerting his parole officer now????

seeing Blonsky's voice come out of the Abomination is so silly oh my god 😂😂

fucking Todd 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

oh, and Titania's here! "does that bitch ever use a door" seriously 😂😂

oh, so Emil protected Jen - so he really does do it for profit huh - still doesn't make it okay hah

BRUCE IS HERE!!!! OH MY GOD?? I thought he was in space???

noo, Bruce, wrong guy to fight 😂😂😂

"what is even happening here" 😂😂 it's so chaotic and I'm loving every second 😂😂😂

oh my god for a second I panicked when it switched to the Disney plus menu 😂😂 this is so funny

so she broke the inhibitor and jumped into marvel assembled - aka the real world???! this episode is completely unhinged and insane and I love it 😂😂😂

is she going to complain about the storylines 🤣 this is so meta and that whole thing was unexpected but it's so good???

Kevin 😂 or, K.E.V.I.N. 😂😂 so funny

"you are very expensive" I cannot stop laughing 😂😂😂

THOSE ARE THE KINDS OF META JOKES I LOVE 😂😂😂

okay, I fucking love this episode 😂 😂

making fun of the usual overdone formula? I'm all here for it 😂

no, but seriously, I kinda love that she's like: the stakes were high enough for me personally, I don't need to have to save the world or anything, it was supposed to be a fun legal comedy with me coming to terms with my superpowers - because I genuinely loved the show and this brand new thing they're trying and I love that for once the stakes don't have to be threatening to everyone around

"save it for the movie" YES - as much as I loved seeing Bruce again, it is kinda like: a man has to come to the rescue because she wouldn't be able to do it without him 😅 he's getting his own project, we don't need to know now (even tho I'm curious haha)

"when are we getting the x-men" wait I need to finish the movies 😂😂😂

"I smash fourth walls and bad endings" AS YOU SHOULD 💪😂😂 I can't believe we finally got marvel saying "yeah, it's been repetitive, let's change it up" 😂😂

"and sometimes Matt Murdock" YAS, get it girl 😏😂

MATT IS BACK????!!!!! FUCK YEAH!! (but seriously, get him the red suit back, the yellow looks so bad 🤢)

he met the fam? 👀 so they're a thing? I'm so here for it, pls let them be together forever lol

And Bruce is back the right way lol

wait what, a son??? I am so confused 😂

Wong breaking Emil out again 😂😂😂

so

oh my god I loved it!!!! so good!!! honestly this might be my fave finale of marvel shows so far because it was SO unexpected and different and just completely chaotic and unhinged and I'm here for all of it 😂😂

the meta jokes and comments were absolutely hilarious and I laughed my ass off

I love how the ending was finally something different and more grounded I guess (as much as it can be in a hulk show lol) with no nonsense about Todd getting powers and all that

and I think everyone got what they deserved, with Todd being sued (it is a lawyer show lol) and Blonsky going back to prison - tho obvi he's not there anymore lol

despite being a superhero show, it dealt more with Jen and her life and coming to terms with herself, balancing her life as she hulk and Jen, and it was a legal comedy (could've used more legal stuff but those were 20 minute episodes so I get it lol) and I'm glad it all ended the way it ended rather than have the usual everyone shows up completely out of the blue for the last big fight that the hero's gonna win anyway

(and Matt!! god I hope they're dating lol I can't wait to see him again in born again!)

I fucking loved the show and this ending completely subverted expectations and made this show even better

so good, I hope we'll get s2 and I really hope to see her on the big screen one day (also, Bruce has a son wtf, when is his movie or whatever coming out lol)

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