#and also that American girl i met who i made blush 8 times and i wouldve married right there

[greppelheks]

ofcourse the American I'm matching with has the best social skills god bless

#personal #i love americans they always got the best vibes #still thinking about that american guy i met at work who i still believe was the love of my life #and also that American girl i met who i made blush 8 times and i wouldve married right there #I showed some pictures of him to my coworkers just to share that I'm dating again #(because I am now a person that shares personal information about myself because that is normal) #and they all went ahhh he's so cute such a nice face he looks so sweet #he's 47 we love an old man

[sunnypogue]

rafe plays college hockey (headcanon)

for all y’all who requested college hockey rafe. i’m just tryna manifest something over here.

warning: cursing, drinking. the sunnypogue special.

y’all met because of hockey.

okay actually y’all technically met because of your 8 am american lit seminar, but the only reason y’all spoke to each other was because of hockey

it was 7:57 am on a Thursday, you had a hangover from your weekly wine wednesday event (which always devolved into walking two streets over to your favorite bar, ordering a round of shots, and getting absolutely shitcanned), and your big ass mouth got you in trouble when you sat down.

“we have a hockey team?” you whisper-yelled, nudging your equally hungover friend as you pointed towards the sweatshirt in front of you

your friend laughed as the guy in said sweatshirt turned around (and his friend next to him, also wearing a UAH HOCKEY hoodie). “your reading comprehension is off the charts.”

you gaped, half embarrassed, half enraged - “okay, well don’t blame me for being surprised - it’s alabama for christ sake.”

“we’re like the token school in the south with a hockey team - how did you not know that?”

you, refusing to back down, argued with him until your professor came in - he got the last word, “alright, well we have a game tomorrow night. might be time for you to branch out and try new things outside of whiskey row.”

(you waited until he turned around before flushing and quietly asking your friend if you still smelled like booze - her answer was an unequivocal yes.)

anyways, that’s how you found yourself at a hockey game, alone, in huntsville, alabama, on a warm october night.

you were NOT dressed for the occasion (fully planning on leaving at whenever it was they took a break to meet your friends at whiskey row) rocking a little flowy halter and high waisted flares - instantly freezing your ass off as you sat on a bleacher towards the back.

he caught your eye immediately, one of the taller ones on the ice, “cameron 19” sitting on his broad shoulders, bucket loosely clasped as he skated around the ice

the game started quickly, and despite your shivering, you rather enjoyed yourself, picking up the cues on when to cheer (this crowd LOVED it when the players checked each other) & when to boo (literally whenever the refs breathed) - it was fast, and fun, and that asshole from your lit class? he was GOOD.

you didn’t even realize you had stayed the whole game until the buzzer sounded, signaling a UAH win. the boys on the ice were hanging around, chatting with local fans - you pocketed your phone (which was blowing up with texts from your friends, wondering where you were) and mustered up the courage to go say hi to the guy from your class

he skated up towards the glass as he saw you descend down the bleachers - grinning and gesturing to shift over to the empty bench, where you wouldn’t be obstructed.

you hugged yourself. “good game, I guess.”

his tongue slid over his teeth before he smiled one hand holding his helmet, the other pushing his sweaty hair back. “you guess?”

you huffed. “I mean, I don’t know, it was my first hockey game and it was really fast and really cold and I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but...yeah. it was good.” you paused, before looking up at him through your lashes. “you were good.”

you rolled your eyes as you watched his chest puff up - men - before you continued, “well, I gotta go...I’m freezing my tits off in here. but thanks for the kinda-invite, I guess.”

you started to turn, when his voice called out “hey! you know, we have a game next week. same time - consider this a formal invitation.”

and that’s how you found yourself at your second-ever hockey game, dressed slightly more appropriate (although the girls were still perky - had to show a lil something), cheering rafe on (you finally got his name after he asked you for your number after class) as he sped down the ice like a wrecking ball, slamming opposing players into the boards, cross-checking when the refs weren’t looking his way.

you were dying - how had no one told you how hot this sport was? you actively had to stop yourself from biting your lip every time he hit someone.

and then he scored - and you were a goner.

after the game, you went to meet him (per his instructions) outside the locker room, friends in tow

“must have been your lucky day, ladies, this guy never goes bar down!” a guy you knew as “top” yelled, arm hooked around rafe, who was a little red in the face.

“gotta show off for your fan club, huh cameron?” a voice crowed from just inside the locker room.

“shut up, kelce.” he yelled, pushing the door shut, before turning your way. 

you gulped, looking up as he towered over you in his skates. “hey, uh, thanks for coming girls.”

your friends giggled, offering their congrats, before gracefully bowing out - “come meet us at whiskey, babes!”

you blushed. “you had a great game. and, uh, a great goal. y’all call them goals, right?”

he laughed, tugging on his gear. “yeah, we call them that. thanks again for coming. who knew you had two hockey games in you?”

you smacked him on the arm, before giving him a coy smile. “hey, after that performance, I think I have a couple more in me.”

he couldn’t ask you fast enough to come grab a bite to eat with him. - “I’ll be out in like, 10...like 8 minutes.” he said, already heading towards the door to the locker room. “just wait - wait here.”

(he was showered and changed in 7 minutes - you were impressed.)

he took you to a local mexican place, known for their beeritas and carne asada tacos - y’all sat there for three hours, getting to know each other.

(you learned he was from the outer banks, fell in love with hockey because of his mom’s dad - a huge rangers fan - and ended up at UAH because it was the only school that recruited in north carolina. he had two sisters - one he tolerated, one he adored - and had a pipe dream of making it to the show one day)

he offered you his sweatshirt (the same one that you had made fun of, that one morning) and drove you home (his huge hand spanning the width of your upper thigh, a light, possessive grip the whole ride)

you kissed him twice (once in the car, soft and sweet, and once on your front porch, where he pinned you to the wall and slipped his tongue into your mouth, long and slow, biting your lip when you finally went to pull away) and spent the rest of the night curled up in your bed, still wrapped up in his warm hoodie, thinking about him.

you kept thinking about him the whole weekend, exchanging texts (some naughty, some nice) & FaceTiming once (you were hammered in the whiskey bathrooms, whining about missing him - he laughed, before reminding you to be a good girl)

it wasn’t until your tuesday 8 am when you saw him again, chest going all warm at the sight of him (rocking a patagonia instead of his usual hockey hoodie, which was laying at the foot of your bed)

he offered you a wink as he walked in, making his way over to his seat, before turning and sliding something on your desk

it was a magnet, with the UAH hockey 2020-21 schedule on it, his face one of the centerpieces. you giggled.

“hey, didn’t know if you had heard, but UAH has a hockey team - wanna come to a game?”

#i have so many other thoughts #but this is my starter #rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #obx #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #she was the best

[angellazull]

Hogwarts Mystery Profile: Angelo Lancaster

Finally I updated Angel's profile, model of the form was made by @hogwartsmysterystory, hope this clarifies better.

(@immagrosscandy art)

Name: Angelo Nikolas Stellair Lancaster.

Gender: Male.

Age: 17.

Birth Date: August 23, 1972.

Species: Half-veela.

Blood Status: Half-Blood.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Nationality: Brazilian/British.

Residence: Royal-Garden, England.

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTJ-T.

The Mage

1st Wand:

Acacia – 30 cm – Slightly Springy – Dragon heartstrings core (Antipodean Opaleye).

A very unusual wand wood, which I have found creates tricky wands that often refuse to produce magic for any but their owner, and also withhold their best effects from all but those most gifted. This sensitivity renders them difficult to place, and I keep only a small stock for those witches or wizards of sufficient subtlety, for acacia is not suited to what is commonly known as ‘bangs-and-smells’ magic. When well-matched, an acacia wand matches any for power, though it is often underrated due to the peculiarity of its temperament.

Ebony – 35 cm – Slightly Springy – Veela hair core (Provided by Leonor Lancaster). With a sapphire at the end of the handle and silver details.

2nd Wand:

(Art by @kyril-but-magical)

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Animagus: A black Bombay cat, with a streak of blue fur on its head between its ears.

Misc Magical Abilities: Veela charm, hypnosis and sensitive to emotions.

Boggart Form:

4st-11th year: The Royal-Garden boys laughing at him and humiliating him.

11th-13th year: His friends turning away from him for being a Veela.

13th year onwards: His most important people dying without him being able to do anything.

Riddikulus form: The previous person juggling puffskeins.

Amortentia: Smell of new book, roses (the smell of Penny), peaches and apple pie.

Patronus: Cat bombay.

Patronus Memory: Jacob and him skating on ice when he was a child and his brother saving him from drowning on the ice.

Mirror of Erised: He graduating as an auror and his dad congratulating him and saying that he is proud of him.

Favourite Spells:

Animus Glacius❄️

Expecto Patronum🐈

Blue Sparks🎆

Aguamenti💦

Colovaria⚪➡️🔵

Voiceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Game appearance:

Height: 1.79 m

Weight: 60 Kg

Eye Colour: Blue sapphire

Hair Colour:

White (original)

Royal Blue (Colovaria)

Skin Tone: White

Body Modifications: N/A

Scarring: A scar on the back of his head hidden by his hair, caused by the time the Royal-Garden boys pushed him and he hit his head on the wall of the fountain.

Inventory: His wand, a notebook , A pen, current reading book, keyring earned from Kyril on his birthday.

Fashion: 

Casual - A black jeans, with his sweater with the coat of arms of Ravenclaw, with his blue All Star.

Summer - A royal blue T-shirt, black vest, dark blue denim shorts, and black sneakers.

Winter - A plain T-shirt, a wool sweater, and his furry white overcoat, with winter boots.

Formal Wear - Midnight blue smoking, with a white bow tie and black shoes.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Illvermony House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organisations:

The Lancaster family.

The Stellair Family.

The Trindade Family (Renegade).

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Circle of Khanna.

The Order of the Phoenix.

Professions:

Auror - 1991 - 2011.

Obliviator - 2011 - 2012.

Charms professor in Hogwarts 2011 - present.

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy - O

Charms – O

DADA – O

Flying – E

Herbology – O

History of Magic – O

Potions – E

Transfiguration – O

Electives:

Ancient Runes - E

CoMC - A

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra Curricular:

Transfiguration Club.

Charms Club.

Frog Choir.

Sphinx Club.

Favourite Professors:

Minerva McGonagall - Angel likes how Professor McGonagall believed in his talent for Transfiguration and did not compare him to his brother, Jay. Although she is very strict in her classes, she is always willing to help you.

Filius Flitwick - Angelo likes how the classes are fun and are never monotonous, being a Ravenclaw, Angel is very curious and likes how the teacher always clarifies his doubts and teaches him several spells, even if he is not in his class schedule and is used in their search for the Cursed Vaults and the Khanna Circle.

Least Favorite Professors:

Severus Snape - Angel admires Snape's ability and great knowledge in Potions and the Dark Arts, however he doesn't like how Snape insults him or says he is incompetent, he likes to be stimulated to learn more, with lessons in Snape, he just hopes to survive until the end of class without making his cauldron explode.

Patrícia Rakepick - Angel has always had a back seat with Rakepick, perhaps it was the way in which she found herself unshakable and unattainable. Although he learned many things from her, he never really liked her personality and always stayed away from her as much as possible. And after she murdered Rowan, the boy developed a deadly hatred for the ex-professor.

Relationships

Brother:

Jacob "Jay" Alexander Stellair Lancaster.

Half-blood.

Half-veela.

Ravenclaw.

He was a member of the Herbology Club and the dueling club until he was expelled from the school.

Hippogriff club.

Father: Charles Michael Lancaster ✞

Pure-blood.

Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw Quidditch Team Chase.

He became an auror after he graduated from Hogwarts.

Member of the Order of the Phoenix original.

He was killed in a duel against Evan Rosier.

Mother: Leonor Mary Stellair Lancaster.

Veela.

Did not attend any magic school.

Specialists in elemental magic.

Specialist in healing spells.

Loves to sing and draw.

Has a great talent for gastronomy.

Love Interest(s):

Canon: Penny Haywood.

(sorry for the low quality image.)

Mc x Mc: Kyril Vasiley @kyril-hphm (Kyril Art)

Best Friends:

Canon:

🦡Penny Haywood.

🦅Rowan Khanna (Dead).

🦅Talbott Winger.

🐍Barnaby Lee.

🦡Chiara Lobisca.

MCs:

🐍(💛)Roger Lopez @hphm-roger

🐍Kyril Vasiley @kyril-hphm

🦅Elaiza Schuyler @annabelle-tanaka-official

🦅Candy and Paula Vigiere @immagrosscandy

Rival:

🐍Merula Snyde.

🐍 Ismelda Murk.

🦁Sebastian Anguslow.

Enemy:

Patrícia Rakepick.

Wizard in white robes.

"R" members.

Dormmates:

🦅Rowan Khanna (dead).

🦅Talbott Winger.

🦅Andre Egwu.

🦅Arjun Singh. @hogwarts9

Pets:

Arthy, the black cat.

Rowena, the snow owl (Jay owl).

Nevasca, the ice salamander.

Closest Cannon Friends:

🦡Penny Haywood.

🦅Rowan Khanna (dead).

🦅Talbott Winger.

🐍Barnaby Lee.

🦡Chiara Lobisca.

🦡Nymphadora Tonks.

🦁Bill Weasley.

🦁Charlie Weasley.

🦁Jae Kim.

🦅Badeea Ali.

🦁Ben Copper.

Closest MC Friends:

🐍(💛)Roger Lopez @hphm-roger

🐍Kyril Vasiley @kyril-hphm

🦅Elaiza Schuyler @annabelle-tanaka-official

🦅Candy e 🦡PauLINE Vigiere @immagrosscandy

🐍Jason Novak @death-or-sleep

🐍Carewyn Cronwell @carewyncromwell

🦅Flavio Ceccere @sirfluffig

🦅Montague Donohue @montaguehphm

🐍Dusty Emerald @dusty-emerald-hphm

🦡Stephanie Alexeev @hanihonii

🐍Lith Thorne @slytherinliththorne

🦁Aishwarya Mehra and 🦅Arjun Singh @hogwarts9

🦁Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory

🦅 Simon Cahill @cursed-vault-ravenclaw

🦅Wendy Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch

🦡Honey @hmhoney

🦅Luna Silver @lunasilvermorny

🦡Jackeline Peterson @jackie-and-the-curse

🦁 Tu Liang @wangxianforever000

🦅Samanta O'Connell @samshogwarts

Background/History:

Pre-Hogwarts: Angelo was born on August 23, 1972, in the city of São Paulo, Brazil, while his father (as the son of a Brazilian) did international work in the South American country. But he returned to England at the age of four, going to live in the small village of Royal-Garden, near the south coast of the country.

At 6, Angelo suffered the first blow of his life, his father was murdered in a duel against death eater Evan Rosier.

Because of the instability of his Veela powers, he can never interact with Muggle children, because of the risks of revealing the Wizarding World. And after learning about his nature, some wizard boys who lived in the Royal Garden began to bully him, which made him stay away from the children. The only person who knew all this was Jay, and defended his little brother.

When his brother disappeared, Angelo completely isolated himself, he started to stay inside the house reading his father's and brother's books.

At 8, Angelo won Arthy as a birthday present from his mother, and that made the rest of his childhood bearable.

1st Year: While traveling on the Hogwarts Express, Angel felt very insecure about being a half-veela, so in an attempt to change the color of his white hair to black, he ended up turning his hair blue. During the first year, Angel avoided to relate with the other students, having Rowan like its only friend. His teachers, with the exception of Professor Flitwick and McGonagall, were the only ones who didn't compare him to Jay.

After his duel with Merula, Angel met Penny Haywood, when the girl was so kind to him, that from that moment, Angel always blushed when she spoke to him.

He thought he would be a normal student, but no matter how much he avoided it, the curiosity to know what happened to his brother spoke louder, then with the help of Rowan and Penny, they decided to investigate the appearance of the "mysterious ice".

2st Year: As soon as he returned to Hogwarts, Angelo was increasingly determined to discover the truth about his brother and what led him to become involved with the Cursed Vaults. After finding Ben trapped in the ice, he realized that he would need to do what he could to break the curse.

When they found the first vault, and when Rowan was wounded, Angel spent every minute of his free time, studying how to get through the ice door.

The more he investigated, the more bad rumors of his brother were coming, but he refused to believe that Jay was a bad and selfish person as they say he is.

When it was finally time to enter the ice vault. Angelo, Penny and Bill, with much effort, managed to break the curse.

3st Year: With clues to the next Vault, he had to deal with Sebastian Anguslow, a boy who always bullied him at the Royal Garden, so after explaining his situation to Talbott Winger, he agreed to help him become an animagus. After five months, he managed to become a black Bombay cat. So he was able to avoid Anguslow and all his followers.

When he managed to enter Jay's office, after defeating Merula in a duel, he found several notes from Jay about the second crypt, but the image of a loving and protecting brother was undone by the facts.

When entering the vault, Angel, Tonks, Tulip and Barnaby had to face their fears to break the boggarts' curse.

4st Year: As soon as he got back to Hogwarts, his convictions about Jay were pretty shaken, he didn't exactly know what to believe, but if there was one thing he did know, thanks to his Veela skills, he was able to feel a negative energy emanating from her, which meant he should not trust Rakepick.

While steadfastly refusing to be Rakepick's assistant, he learned of a Dementor's invasion, and that it had affected Penny, he told Tonks that he would resolve this and find out the truth behind said. After Tonks taught him to cast a patronus, he discovered that he took the form of a Bombay cat, like Arthy.

After the incident with the Dementor, the relationship between Penny and Angel strengthened each time more, and this resulted in an invitation to the Celestial Ball.

When he met Torvus, the centaur's revelations made his convictions about his brother melt away before the facts presented. This left him devastated, the image of the heroic brother he had from his childhood had been left in a past that seemed unreal.

While investigating, Professor Flitwick suggested that Angelo try to become the Ravenclaw's new perfect. But he knew that it was only a responsibility to divert his search, but the privileges of a perfect one would only help him in his search.

Once his ticket to the secret crush had caused a real mess at Hogwarts, he tried to solve it with the help of Tonks and Charlie, taking the courage to invite Penny on a date, it was an even bigger mess, but in the end, in the light of stars were all perfect, and Angelo finally realized that he had nothing but himself to be accepted, mainly due to his crush. Penny Haywood.

When he finally managed to return the arrow to Torvus, it was time for Angel, Penny, Hagrid and Torvus to enter the forest vault. From that moment, Angelo began to resolve the curses to clear the Lancaster family name and free Hogwarts from these dangers.

5st Year: After returning to Hogwarts to earn his class schedule with the time of his detention, he joined Bill and Merula, despite many protests, joined the Rakepick apprentice group.

Once again Angelo had a personal reason to break the curse, Beatrice, Penny's sister was one of the victims of the curse, so during this year, he had to manage all his time between classes, study for the owls, train and play Quidditch, and investigate Cursed Vaults.

Upon learning that Jay was directly involved in Duncan's death, Angel believed that the caring brother and that he protected him no longer existed.

Without the motivation to find Jay, he simply continued his investigations to protect his friends and clear the Lancaster's name.

During Valentine's Day, even with Lockhart's interference, Angelo and Penny had a great date and in their moment alone in the greenhouse, Angelo asked Penny for a date and gave her first kiss.

After successfully spreading the chaos and getting the painting with Peeves, Angelo, Charlie, Bill, Merula and Rakepick entering the fourth vault. After discovering the truth about Rakepick and meeting his brother again, he had the revelation that thinking about him was the only thing that kept Jay's sanity. And even though Jay was left in the crypt, he had little hope that Jay would still be the brother he was during his childhood.

6st Year: (Pending year)

7st Year: (Pending year)

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War: As soon as they graduated from Hogwarts, Angelo and Talbott started their Auror training with Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt, thanks to their school friendship, the two Ravenclaws formed a great pair, becoming partners.

After finishing the training, Angelo and Talbott were assigned to small missions until they acquired enough experience for large missions. Until one night in 1995, Angel received devastating news, Kyril Vasiley, one of his best friends, had died, which left him devastated. The next day, he received news of the death of Cedric Diggory, another school friend, that was horrible for the blue-haired boy.

A few days after Lord Voldemort's return, Angelo was visited by Albus Dumbledore, who recruited him into the Order of the Phoenix. From that moment on Angelo became a member working on missions on behalf of Dumbledore.

In the battle of the department of mysteries, Angelo was with Tonks and they immediately went to Harry's aid.

During the time that Pius Thicknesse was minister of magic, Angelo works together with some friends to help Muggle-borns and other wizards unfairly accused of the persecution of Dolores Umbridge

After Harry, Ron and Hermione invaded the ministry, Angelo was forced to flee, after sending Leonor and mr. and mrs. Haywood to live at Jay's home in Brazil, he and Penny moved to a small cottage on a deserted Cornish beach.

Quando souberam que Harry Potter estava em Hogwarts, Angelo e Penny sabiam que Voldemort iria atrás dele, então rapidamente eles foram para Hogsmeade para ir até a escola pelo Hogs Head Inn. During the battle, Angelo dueled against the Death Eaters, especially against Cadmus Mulciber, one of those responsible for the death of his father.

Post-War: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Angelo was one of the Aurors appointed by Minister Shacklebolt to track and arrest Death Eaters and wizards who conspired in favor of the dark lord and bring them to trial.

Angelo was one of the Aurors responsible for removing the dementors from Azkaban. And he was tasked by the minister to oversee Harry and Ron's Auror training.

He worked as an auror until 2011, after retiring as an auror, He worked on the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad for a year. Until he received an invitation from Professor McGonagall to replace Filius Flitwick as a charms professor at Hogwarts in 2013.

Old Age & Death: Angelo worked as a teacher at Hogwarts for several years, until he turned 89. Then he said he and Penny lived in a house in Hogsmeade until Angel turned 103, when he died of old age.

Personality

Logical: Angelo always likes to make his decisions based on logic, it is extremely rare that he makes a decision based on emotion.

Empathic: Thanks to his Veela skills, he is able to feel the emotions of others, so he always tries to make people feel better, he cannot see his sad friends, he always tries to make his friends feel better.

Shy: Angelo due to his complicated childhood, he is a very shy boy, not being able to approach new people easily, always preferring to stay in his comfort zone. But he makes an effort when he really wants to meet someone.

Intelligent: Thanks to his photographic memory, Angelo is very intelligent, and he uses that intelligence to help his friends with their homework, mainly in History of Magic, and sometimes he doesn't mind writing essays for them.

Strategist: Due to his timid personality, many people the underestimated and don't believe they can sell him in a duel, but while his opponents try to beat him by force, he studies his opponent and waits for the right time to attack.

Affectionate: After he feels comfortable with a person, Angelo is not ashamed of being affectionate with him, hugging and caressing any friend he needs.

Misc:

The Lancaster is a purebred family, but it stopped caring about the status of purity in the late 19th century, with the family patriarch, Leonidas Lancaster.

Angelo is a descendant of two pure-blood families, the Lancaster and the Trindade, family of his paternal grandmother, Damares Trindade, a Brazilian pure-brood family, but he was disinherited when they learned that his father had married a Veela, and had half-Veela children.

The Stellair family, is a family well known among the French Veela.

Angelo developed a passion for ice and snow magic after almost drowning in a frozen lake.

He has visited the Veela sanctuary in the interior of France several times, where he can assume his Veela form while there, but wizards can only enter the sanctuary with a permit from the French Ministry of Magic.

His little habit of reading while walking comes from when he learned to read, at the age of 4, he used to read the Tales of Beedle the Bard.

And Angel likes to assume her animagus form and stay in the lap of her closest friends, receiving ear strokes, mainly from Kyril, Candy, Elaiza, Roger and Jason.

When he needs to be alone to think or just cry, he can be found sitting under the beech on the shores of the black lake, but when he is there he doesn't like to see anyone.

#angelo lancaster #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery #angelo profile #lancaster family #trindade family #Stellair family #candy art #kyril art

[dinosdawn]

First Christmas

This is something that I wrote for me and my friend, who in this is in a relationship with Hyunjin.

Blurb: You and Chris prepare to spend Christmas Eve with your best friend and her boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language (I use one curse word lmao)

Members: Bang Chan, Hyunjin

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It was a bitterly cold winter, snowing almost everyday that week. Y/N had just finished moving into her shared apartment with Chris and invited Y/F/N and Hyunjin over to spend Christmas Eve together. The apartment was lavish and warm, the main wall being floor to ceiling windows with a breathtaking view of Hongdae, the busy streets and nip of the cold locked out. The walls were cream with crown molding and a hardwood floor throughout the home. 

It had 3 bedrooms; one they shared, and a studio for both Y/N and Chris respectively, a relatively large kitchen with plenty of counter space, 2 bathrooms and a large living room. The walls were decorated in golden tinsel, the doors had holly wreaths, and fairy lights hung from the ceiling giving the room a warm glow. 

Nestled in the corner of the living room was a beautiful douglas fir that had white lights and pink and silver ornaments scattered on it. The tree was home to several presents, Y/N and Chris both agreed only to get the other a few gifts but as soon as they went shopping they threw that agreement out the window. There was a large L-sofa with a coffee table in the middle facing a flat screen.

Y/N had been cooking all day, both American, Australian, and Korean dishes so everyone would feel like they were at home while they celebrated. She made about 7 different main dishes, 5 side dishes, and plenty of homemade candy for everyone to snack on. She really had been standing all day, feeling the effects of being in the same place for over 5 hours but she didn’t mind, it was the first time that she would be spending Christmas in her new home and wanted it to be perfect for everyone. Especially Y/F/N and Hyunjin since it was their first Christmas together. She was so excited to see her longtime friend with someone, even more so that they were in the same group that Chris was in. 

Needless to say Y/N wasn’t surprised when Y/F/N admitted that she liked Hyunjin in a romantic way, and was thrilled knowing he felt the same way. It took some careful planning with Chris to get them to accidentally run into each other but clearly it worked since they’ve been together for 8 months now.

Y/N moved to Seoul 2 years ago to pursue a career in music while studying at Yonsei University. She had been doing YouTube primarily, producing her own music and filming mini music videos and choreography videos. That’s how she met Chris, JYP Ent. had reached out to her regarding a potential collaboration between her and one of their artists and she jumped at the chance. When she went to the business meeting she was still in her school etire, backpack in hand and barely made it.

When she found out who she was going to make a song with she died right then and there. Chris had been watching her on YouTube, stays recommended her music to him during his live, and when he realized she was based in Seoul he took the chance to make something with her. They signed a contract and began a 2 month process of writing, composing, recording, and choreographing a single they were going to release together. 

Naturally they grew closer together and once Chris checked with JYP that it was alright for him to date he asked her on a date immediately. Of course she said yes and it grew from there. That was a year and a half ago, they were very serious at this point and decided to buy an apartment together and move in. Which is where they are now.

Y/F/N, on the other hand, moved to Seoul a year after Y/N did. She saved up for years and was able to afford a small place nestled in the heart of Gangnam. She got a job as an assistant producer for Starship and began to flourish, often finding Y/N staying on her couch because her roommate was fucking in the middle of their shared room. 

Y/F/N viewed Y/N as a little sister and had no problem taking care of her. When Y/F/N finally met Chris, Y/N swore she was going to pass out. Y/F/N did her best not to come off as a clingy fan in respect of him but Chris understood and brushed it off. He even offered to show her around the city and help her meet more people since it’s hard to meet new people with the culture. 

That included meeting the other members of Stray Kids, which also almost killed her. They were all so friendly to her, helping her learn Korean and being very patient with her mistakes and stumbles when it came to the language. The person who helped her the most was Hyunjin, who was proficient enough in English to not need Chris or Felix to help translate, and they began to spend more time together whenever the group would get together and hangout. 

Once Y/F/N confessed to Y/N her feelings, she switched into matchmaking mode, setting up times to meet up but oh no something came up i'll call you later. This went on for a few months until Y/F/N built up the courage to ask Hyunjin out. He was very flustered but said yes, being more shy when it comes to his feelings then Y/F/N was. 

There was about 15 minutes before the couple was set to arrive and Y/N was almost finished with the gingerbread when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a chin rested on her shoulder. 

“They’ll be here soon, don’t you want to change before they get here?” Chris’ voice soothed next to her ear. She leaned into him while cutting shapes into the dough. She let out a sigh, “Yes but I need to finish this and get it in the oven before they get here, I want to surprise them with cookies.”

He chuckled and slowly spun her around so she was facing him and kissed her nose. “You’ve been cooking for hours, let me finish up so you can get changed. You haven’t let me help all day baby, you look so tired.” She scrunched her nose up at the feeling and smiled at him. “Alright fine, but I want those cookies looking like Gordan Ramsey made them.” 

They both laughed and shared a soft kiss before she rushed off to change into something more comfortable. She trusted Chris in the kitchen but didn’t want him doing much because he’s been training almost everyday for a month and just wanted him to relax on his vacation. 

She put on one of his baggy hoodies and a pair of leggings and some fluffy slippers. She always felt so warm and safe in his shirts and knew he loved seeing her wear them no matter how much he complained about her stealing his wardrobe. He was wearing a loose pair of pants and a Christmas sweater Y/N picked out. It had a little pug with reindeer antlers and the antlers lit up. It was adorable and Y/N loved that he actually wore it. 

By the time she was done the cookies were in the oven and Chris was putting on Polar Express for background noise, making sure to turn on Korean subtitles for Hyunjin. He didn’t necessarily need them but sometimes they talked so fast it was hard for his brain to keep up. He looked over at his girlfriend and couldn’t hold back the smile as she stood there with her hair pulled back and sweater paws. He loved her wearing his clothes because the arms were always too long so only her fingertips would be visible. 

The doorbell pulled them out of their staring contest and Y/N rushed to the little screen that illuminated the hallway outside their home. The fuzzy screen showed a short figure whose arms were full of presents and a taller figure with a few dishes in their arms. Y/N squealed and rushed to the door and threw it open, not even putting on the right shoes.

There stood Y/F/N and Hyunjin, lightly dusted with snow, and Y/N immediately took some of the presents from her friend. “I thought I told you no gifts yet!” 

“I couldn’t help it, you know how I get.” Y/F/N responded with a huff now that her arms were less full. Y/N invited them inside and told Hyunjin where to put the food and Y/F/N the presents. Once hands were empty hugs were exchanged and they began talking about how life had been since the last time they’d seen each other, literally a week ago, but they loved it non the less.

“Y/N why did you make so much food?” Hyunjin asked while looking at the numerous dishes. Y/N blushed and scratched the back of her head. “I wanted everyone to have food from their childhood so it would feel like home.” 

Chris wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her head. “And you did just that, I wish you would’ve taken it easy though. She was cooking for at least 5 hours, I could barely get her to go change.” Y/N slapped his chest and blushed even harder. “I’m making hot chocolate.” She mumbled and hurried over to the kitchen where she had mugs prepared.

Y/F/N sat on the couch and looked at the tv. “Polar Express?! I haven’t watched this in years!” She exclaimed and grabbed Hyunjin’s hand, pulling him onto the couch with little resistance. He knew that his girlfriend loved movies and couldn’t help but get excited when she did. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him and kissed her head gently before resting his head on hers. 

Chris went to help Y/N with the hot coco and tried to get her to stop ignoring him. It didn’t take much and he knew she wasn’t really upset with him, so when she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed off he couldn’t stop smiling. They carried the drinks over to the other couple and quickly took the same positions on the opposite side of the couch where they all watched the movie full of content. They exchanged pleasantries and both of the girls couldn’t help but sing the hot chocolate song when it came around.

They stayed like this for hours, wrapped in the serenity of each other's comforting touch. They ate food, played card games, laughed and sang for hours til it got late in the evening. Chris and Hyunjin cleaned the dishes while their significant others went into Y/N’s studio to listen to her new work in progress. 

The boys joked around and began talking about what their schedule was going to be once the New Year hit and how hectic it was going to become. They were both dreading having to leave the healing atmosphere of staying at home with the love of their lives but they knew what they signed up for being idols.

After a short while Y/F/N and Hyunjin were bidding the other couple goodbye and returned to Y/F/N home. Hyunjin was staying with her as long as he could, he still lived in the dorms with some of the others. Y/F/N took a shower first followed by her boyfriend. When he had come out and changed Y/F/N put something on the tv and held her arms open for him to join her. He complied with no resistance and held her in his arms.

“Tonight was amazing love.” He whispered while staring at her. She was everything he could ever want in a person. Caring and kind, giving so much of herself while not dealing with anyone's bullshit. He loved her for that. He was so happy to spend the first of many Christmases with her. He looked forward to the Christmas they would spend together married, the ones they would spend together with little ones running around. She was everything to him and he wasn’t going to let that go. Ever.

She smiled and agreed with him. “It was perfect. I’m so glad we get to spend this together. I love you.” He beamed at her. “I love you too.” He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips softly to hers. They were content with what they had and not pushing the other, just simply taking in the other. Never asking for more. They were perfect together and everyone could see that. When they pulled away for air they just smiled at the other, feathering kisses here and there and whispering sweet words that were meant for only them to hear.

Y/N and Chris ended the night in a similar fashion, with kisses and cuddles. Y/N was exhausted both physically and mentally and he knew that. He was content holding her as she fought off sleep to spend more time with him, singing her songs in hopes of helping her drift off to sleep. It took very little time for her breathing to even out and he only allowed himself to drift when he was sure she was asleep.

#stray kids #straykids #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #fem reader #fluff #straykids fluff #stray kids fluff #cb97 #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #domestic fluff #established relationship

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #20: In which Cameron and Donna talk over a movie

[CN: spoilers for Gia (1998); adult women talking about sex and their sex lives]

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Since it was well-known amongst their friends just how easy it was to get Donna to invite people over, Risa unashamedly telephoned her, on a Sunday afternoon, to ask her to host a watch party for the premiere of Gia. Donna, taking the call in the kitchen, agreed immediately, and wasted no time in contacting Dr. Katie Herman, and then when Haley heard about the party, she invited herself and Vanessa. They gathered at 7pm on January 31 of 1998 in Donna’s media room.

Cameron, of course, had been the very first invite, though she had declined. “Uh, as uplifting as watching a movie that inevitably ends with a tragic death due to AIDS complications with the girls sounds, I have plans. Bos and I are going out.”

“Oh,” Donna had pouted. “Well, maybe we can watch it another time, then! Just the two of us?” When Cameron looked up from the copy of Scientific American she’d been skimming through to side-eyed her from across the kitchen island, mug of coffee in hand, Donna wheedled, “Oh come on! It’s about a hot gay woman! Played by a hot, potentially gay woman!” When Cameron gave her another look, Donna crossed her arms over her chest and said, “According to Risa, there are rumors. Something involving an on-set romance during the making of a movie called Foxfire.”

Cameron looked back down at her magazine. “It is so weird to me that they let a gay woman be a hugely successful supermodel. Or not weird, just, I don’t know.” Irritated, she flipped a page, and then added, “I don’t really wanna be interested in something just because it’s about someone gay. But also, like, sure I am? It’s, stupid.” 

With a forlorn little shrug, Donna said, “You’re right, it’s stupid. Might as well use it as an excuse to have your friends over and have fun with it then, right?”

“Again, I feel like ‘fun’ isn’t the word I’d use for watching a tragic story of addiction and terminal illness, but, sure,” Cameron said.

Despite her misgivings, Cameron happily helped Donna get the house ready that day, making sure that the spare rooms and trailer were all habitable for potential overnight guests, as she always did before they had company. When Bos came to pick her up at 4, he came in for a while, and had some coffee with Donna, and then when they were ready to be on their way, Cameron kissed Donna and wished her a nice time with their friends and their sad movie. 

Cameron and Bos went to the local shopping mall for a stroll and some browsing at a large chain retailer of books, where neither of them found anything, and then to their favorite diner, where they sat for a long time after they had their burgers and fries and slices of chocolate peanut butter pie, talking about Bos’s most recent fishing trip, and how things were at Phoenix, and how Haley and Joanie and Bos’s grandson and step-grandchildren were doing. 

Cameron returned around 8:30, and went straight to the media room to see how the watch party was going. From the sound of it, it was in full swing, Cameron could hear cheering and shouting from the hallway. She went into the room, about to say, ‘Hey, guys,’ only to be distracted by the television screen, on which Angelina Jolie had just walked out into the hallway, wearing nothing but a bemused expression. There was a full length shot from behind of her entire, naked body, and then a waist up shot of her from the front, as she tried to talk to another character. Utterly beguiled by Angelina Jolie’s extremely bare, extremely full breasts, Cameron audibly said, “…whoa.”

Everyone laughed (and Vanessa deadpanned, “I mean, we were all thinking it, right?”), which made Cameron blush slightly. 

“Hey! You’re back!” Donna said, smiling brightly. “Wanna join us?” 

Face still pink, Cameron said, “No, no I’m good, thanks! I think I’m just gonna go get my pajamas on!” They laughed more, and Cameron said, “I’ll see you all later, after the movie? Okay cool bye!” She hurried up to the bedroom, where Licorice the cat was hiding from the unexpected invasion of unfamiliar humans. 

Three and a half hours later, after the movie had ended, and they’d all discussed their reactions, questions, and critiques of it over hot chocolate, and Cameron and Donna had thanked everyone and shown them out, Donna went up to the bedroom (Licorice was still there, napping on their bed), but Cameron wasn’t there. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, changed into her pajamas, and then went back down to the kitchen, and then to the media room, where she found Cameron, box of Good’n’Plentys in hand, watching the midnight re-airing of the movie. 

“Couldn’t resist after all, then?” Donna said. 

Cameron literally jumped, sending candy flying. “Jesus, Donna!” 

“Want some company?” Donna offered.

“If you really wanna watch it again, I guess, sure,” Cameron said, trying to collect all of the licorice bits that had fallen into her lap. Donna sat down, getting as close to Cameron as she comfortably could, and crossed her legs underneath her. Aggrieved, Cameron complained, “The stuff with the parents? Depressing.”

“Yeah,” Donna agreed. “In some ways she kinda reminds me of someone, though? I don’t know. Tall and outrageously beautiful yet weird and intense, streetwise yet naive, in love with a lovely if seemingly square woman....”

Cameron smiled bashfully. “If only I’d liked looking pretty, and being seen! I too could be a bisexual supermodel!” She shook some more candy into her mouth. Thickly, she said, “I can’t believe I ever did beauty pageants. I’m so glad I stopped, Christ.”

They sat quietly, Cameron becoming even quieter as Gia and makeup artist Linda met, participated in a what turned into a nude photo shoot together, and proceeded to have sex back at Gia’s apartment. When the movie came back to the scene where Angelina Jolie went out into the hallway naked, Cameron said, “Not to sound cliche or whatever, but, I feel like I didn’t fully get the big deal people make about sex until you. I mean, not like I didn’t enjoy it, just, even when I did really enjoy it, it would feel like something was off? Or like, it didn’t matter what I did or how I did it, because it would feel like, something about me was fundamentally off. Or wrong. I think that’s why it took me so long to break up with J0e,” she admitted. “I never felt like there was something wrong about how I was with him.”

“Aw,” Donna said. She took Cameron’s free hand in her own, looked up adoringly at Cameron, and said, “…that’s gay.”

Cameron snorted, and then said, “I asked for that, huh?”

Donna let go of Cameron’s hand so she could put her arm around Cameron’s shoulders. “Seriously though. I think we have skewed ideas about sex. Unrealistic expectations about how easy or how naturally it will come to us. We think we’re gonna have the best and wildest sex of our lives in our 20s, but it doesn’t work like that? Figuring out what you really like, and what you need to feel fully comfortable, and then finding partners who you’re really compatible with, that takes time, a lot of time, and a lot of effort, too! Every woman I’ve ever talked to about it was well into her 30s when she figured it out.”

“So it’s not just me, then?” Cameron said.

“No, it is definitely not just you,” Donna said.

Quietly, Cameron said, “Do you ever kind of feel like sex is maybe just, like, a little overrated? I really, really like you and all, but….”

Kissing the top of Cameron’s head, Donna said, “Not lately, no! But I know what you’re saying. It’s great but it’s also not worth the indignities a lot of us tolerate for it. People act like it’s a necessity, and it’s not! It’s a luxury! That some people aren’t even that into! And there’s nothing weird about that!”

“It’s a little strange to hear you say that after a year of sleeping with you and seeing first-hand just how much of a freak you are, but I appreciate it nonetheless,” Cameron said. 

“Oh, honey,” Donna arched an eyebrow. “We’re just getting started.” Cameron looked over at her and laughed nervously, and then Donna said, “There’s always gonna be more to us than that, though. Because we started out as more than that, and I’m happy about that. I’m glad that we were partners before we became, you know. Partners.”

Sighing contentedly, Cameron said, “So am I, Boss.”

#MEANT TO POST ON SUNDAY BUT ALAS! LIFE GOT IN THE WAY #if you haven't seen gia you shouldddd and not just bc she and cameron are both bicons #and also shout out to risa for being cam and donna's connection to the culture~ #ANYWAYS normalize not fully understanding/expressing your sexuality until later in life! and also not being into sex ever or at all! #femslash february #femslash february 2021 #fan fiction #cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson

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unnoticed| jung jaehyun

 friends - to lovers au

paring jung jaehyunxreader

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You and Jaehyun were friends since high school. You two have been trough so much things, so you both trusted you the most in the world. He was only person who was next to you when you was left alone with pregnancy. You gave birth to girl five years ago when you were 18. 

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– Jiyong! Please, we are gonna be late!

– Wait mom!

 A 5 year old girl was coming from upstairs to you. She hugged you and smilled at you.

– Are you ready to new school day?

– Yes mommy!

 Both of yoy left their apartament and went to Jiyongs school. Before little girl left, ske kissed your cheek.

 You were in short relationship with Johnny Suh, who was known as a non-regular guy who likes fun. You didn’t care and were stupid when you had sex with him. When he heart news he was mad and simply said to you “fuck off” and left you like this. Your family was kinda mad and didn’t want to help you, but you had at your side the most precious guy in the whole world  – Jung Jaehyun. He was angel to you. Never left your side and take care of you and your daughter; He didn’t care that you did it with the most known fuckboy. He didn’t care about this, because he care about you two. He was doing eveyrthing he could to help you. You wished to have boyfriend like this, but you knew that he is out of your league and he would never look at you as someone more than a friends. It was only your though. 

 Your day at work was really stressed. Your CEO was mad at you, because you did few mistakes in rapport that was very important to her company. When you were about to leave office, you had call from Jaehyun.

– Hello swettie! What are you doing?

– Hi Jaehyun, I uhm. Actually going to take back Jiyong from school, why?

– I was just thinkig that you two could go to me. I did some brownies and I know that Jiyong loves them and some hot chocolate for all of us. If you want to of course!! If you have some others things to do it’s okay, I’m gonna eat it by myself.  – He chuckled.

– Are you crazy?! Of course we gonna come! Jiyong loves you and would never miss a chance to meet her favourite uncle Jaehyunnie.

– Nice! I’m waiting for you ladies.

 You were so happy. that Jaehyun offered you and your daughter a meet. He come back from his trip to Spain. He always wants to go there, so when I had chance he didn’t missed it. 

 Your daughter was very happy, when she heard about this that you two are going to Jaehyuns place. She loves her uncle as her daddy, but she have never deared to call him “dad”, because her mother said that she doesn’t have dad, maybe in future.

 Jiyong was running to door and was waiting till Jaehyun open them to you. You were standing next to your daughter and with her waiting for handsome guy to open the door.

– Ah my favourites ladies, come in!

 Little girl hugged really tight Jaehyun. It melts your heart. You always wanted to Jiyong to have father. Have someone to learn her how to ride a bike. To laugh at her mommy. Someone who0 would kick butts of boys from her class if they would be mean to her. But kinda Jaehyun did this. He would never let Jiyong to feel alone and aback from kids from her class. He always take care of her to not feel bad.

– Uncle I miss you! 

– I miss you too sweatheart! Look what I’ve done to you, my little girl.

 When Jiyong saw brownies she passed out. She loves this american style, that her uncle has. When she also saw her uncles dog named Johnatan she left you and Jaehyun for ourselfs.

– So how was at Spain? Did you see a lot latina girls?

– It was amazing! Such a pity, that you couldn’t see Spaiin. And yeah, I met some girl, but.. This ain’t my type.

– Jaehyun you need to find yourself a girlfriend.

– But I don’t want to! I have cool best friend and her daughter, that’s enough for me.

– Aish, this man. 

– It was amazing but I missed you two. You know, Jiyong always call me at 8 p.m asking about me and what did I do this day. It feels weird without her voice.

To be honest he didn’t miss your daughter voice only, he also missed you. You were so important to him like no one. You were his light in the dark, but he couldn’t admit this, because he thinks that you see him as only bestfriend who wasn’t left them.

– Jiyong missed you as well. She even cried first day, when you left.

– Oh no! I hat when one of you cry. It’s breaks my heart.

– But when she realized that you gonna come back, she let out. She really loves you, doesn’t she?

– I geuss so.

 Jaehyun wished it was he, who was father of your daughter.

– By the way, can I ask you something?

– Sure, go ahed y/n.

– Could you take care of Jiyong in friday? I asked about it Yuta, but he said that Jiyong is daughter of satan and he won’t dare to take care of her.

 Both of you laughed. In friday you going to have date with guy named Kim Doyoung. You met him in ice cream store and it ends with asking out.

– Sure, I have nothing to do anyway. But wat are you going to do on Friday?

– I have date!

 His gaze was different and you noticed it.

– Ah, date. A lot happend when I was off.

– Kinda yes. I met him at ice cream store and this ends like this, so..

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 friday.

 You were getting ready/ You wore red dress and beautiful black heels. Jaehyun should be at your place about 5 minutes. It was 8 p.m and your daughter was watching some cartoons waiting for her uncle. When both of you heard knocking trough the door you knew who it was.

– Jaehyun!

 He smilled and were shocked when he saw your outfut. In his eyes you looked really amazing.

– Oh y/n, you look so good today.

– You think so? Isn’t it bad?

– It’s not. You are really pretty tonight.

 You blushed at his words. 

– Okay, Doyoung is there, so I need to go. Jiyong listen to uncle Jaehyun and be nice to him!

– I always am.

 You left this to to themselfs.

 Jaehyun was kinda jalous when you left. He was curious about this “doyoung” who the hell he was? Nevermind. Now he have to take care of this sweat little girl.

– Unclee! I haven’t eaten supper yet, can we do some sandwiches? Please.

– Of course we can! I’m hungry too, so we can make it, but.. You have to help me Jiyong, okay?

– Okay!

 She was so happy. It’s melting Jaehyuns heart when he saw her that happy from simplest things. He loves spending time with 5 year old girl. He would do everything for her and her mommy. 

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 It’s been month since you and Doyoung was datting. He was really kind guy and Jiyong looks like was liking him. You liked it. Because you didn’t want to your daughter hates guy, who you date.

 Today is Jiyongs 6th birthday and at your place gonna be only you, Doyoung, Jiyong and Jaehyun, because party for kids gonna be in saturday. You cooked a cake for her and bought her some clothes and doll. Doyoung boiught her books about fashion, because Jiyong really enjoying fashion. You three were waiting for Jaehyun.

Aish Jaehyun.

 He hates your boyfriend. He always gives him cold stares and ingors him as most as he could. Doyoung was for him not that good. Jaehyun knew that somethings going on with guy, who “fell in love” with girl with kjid. He didn’t know what’s happening but he gonna know.

 When Jaehyun arrived everyone were sitting. He smiled at Jiyong.

– My little girl has birthday, doesn’t she? Come here Jiyong!

 He hugged her and lift her, just to turn aroung with her. He was happy, but when he say another guy his face drops a little. But he couldn’t show it, so smiles appears on his face immadietaly.

– Jaehyun, sit down. We waited with cake for you.

 You smilled at him. He nodded and take place next to your daughter. Jalous was really hiogh in him. He was mad that Doyoung was there, but he can’t help this feeling. 

 When atmoshpehere was getting better it comes time for gifts to little girl. First was you. You wished all the best for your daughter and gave her a kiss. Next was Doyoung and she said something what was shocking.

– Can you come to my fathers day competition at school?

– Of course Jiyong!

You looked at Jaehyun and at your daughter. Her eyes was shining when she was looking at Doyoung with amaze. Jaehyun face drops and his heart breaks into pieces. It was only him, who attend this kind of events. He was going to these competitions since Jiyong was 4. He get used to it. Now he was feeling really sad and bad. He took little teddy bear at the table and stand next to little girl. It was hard to him, that it’s not him now.

– Sunny I wish you all the best and health. I hope you are gonna be really happy and have good time. Also, I hope  you are gonna have the best grades! I’m really sorry, but I forgot that I have some meeting today to arrive, I’m sorry honey.

 You were shock at what you heard. You mjade sure that Jaeyun is free today and now he gotta go. Jiyong looks kinda upset too that Jaehyun was with her only half of an hour.  You didn’t really know that your daughter question made him sad and useless. 

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Between you and Doyoung was okaty, but not that good as you wish. You were thikiong that maybe you need time to fall for him, but it’s been some time and you still haven’t change. 

 Today is day when fathers competition is. You and Jiyong were at school waiting for Doyoung. He should be there 15 minutes ago,. but he stiil wasn’t there. You called him.

– Shit y/n I’m sorry. I can’t be there today. I have meeting and not have much time. I’m really sorry for Jiyong.

– What? If she would knew, she gonna cry! You promised this to her. what I’m gonna do right now?

– I don’t know. I’m really sorry, but I have to go.

 About 30 miniutes this competition gonna start and you didn’t know what to do. You can’t leave her like this. Maybe Yuta? No, he is athletic, but your daughter always makje fun of him and it’s pissed him off. Maybe Jaehyun? You hesitate to call him, becuase since your daughter birthday he doesn’t contact you. With shaking hand you called him.

– y/n? What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be at school with your dumbass boyfrend and Jiyong?

– Doyoung won’t come. Please, I need someone today. It’s breaks Jiyong heart if she not gonna be part of Father Day.

 When he heart that Doyoung left you two like this he was really pissed off. He knew that it was really important day for Jiyong as for him. He didn’t waste much time.

– I’ll be there in 10.

And he was. He arrived with smile. When 6 year old girl saw him she hugged her a lot.

– Where is Doyoubng?

– This asshole couldn’t come.

– Jaehyun! Doyoun can’t because of work, honey.

 When you were watching Jaehyun and Jiyong run, painting, and do another activitaes it makes sure to you that you love another man. And it wasn’t Doyoung. It was Jaehyun. It’s always been Jaehyun. You knew that you need to end everything with Doyoung as soon as possible.

 At the end of competitions Jaehyun and Jiyoung won and were at the first place! You couldn’t realize that you were crying at the sight. You were so proud of them. Also, Jaehyun looks so proud next to your daughter. 

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 You were at Doyoungs place. He was sitting at the couch and at the same time both ouf you spoke.

– We need to end this.

– Yes, y/n you are right. I’m not used to being father and I geuss we aren’t mean to us.

– I thinlk so. You are really nice guy, but 

– You loves Jaehyun? It’s clear. 

– Yeah. I should go. I hope you find someone, who will love you and who you will love.

– Thankjs.

 You were happy that now you could face Jaehyun.

---------------------------

 He waz at your place taking care again of Jiyong. You asked him about this. When you arrived she was sleeping and Jaehyun was almost asleep at the couch, but when he saw you he stood up.

– I’m going now. She is asleep and  –

– I broke up with Doyoung.

 He was shocked.

– What? Why?

– I don’t love him. I love another guy.

– Damn y/n. Is there any other? How much do I have to do to make it more obvious? I love you y/n! I’m fuckin unnoticed by you by 6years now. I love you about 6 years. You have never noticed me, haven’t you? Damn and when you had started dating this jerk Doyoung I was mad. I was sad that now Jiyong would call him daddy not me. Aish, nevermind. I’m sorry, I know that you see me only as a friend and  –

– I love you Jaehyun.

– What? R-really?

– Yes! I thought you see me only as female friend who need to have someone by her side. I thought i’m out of your league.

– Shit, y/n you are amazing! You are the most prettiest woman I have ever met! And I love you and Jiyong the most in the world. Will you give us a chance?

– Of course I will!

– Now uncled Jaehyun will be my daddy? Yes! I love you daddy!

  Jiyong ran to your direction and hugged both of you. It looks so perfect. since now you have your small family.

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[noona-clock]

I Never Knew - Part 3

Genre: WWII!AU

Pairing: Brian (Day6) x You (Female!Reader)

Warning: Mentions of war

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 3,284

*gif courtesy of @cramelot​​

The sound of the front door opening downstairs made you pause.

Usually, your father arrived home quite late on his first day of work. He’d even said himself he wasn’t sure if he would be home for dinner, so when you’d accepted Brian’s invitation earlier today, you hadn’t been worried at all about your father even knowing you were gone.

“Cupcake!” you heard your father’s deep voice call out. “I’m home!”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you finished tapping some lavender powder on your chin. “Y--yes, father!” you replied. “Coming!”

As quickly as you could, you grabbed your trusty tube of red lipstick and dashed downstairs. 

Before you even set foot in the kitchen, your father asked, “What would you like for dinner?”

He lifted his head when you arrived in the doorway, and when he saw you were wearing one of your best dresses as well as an angelic smile on your lips, his brow knit in confusion.

“Why are you all dolled up?”

“I... uh...” you began, taking a few hesitant steps toward him. “I have plans tonight, actually.”

Your father’s furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, raising halfway up his forehead upon hearing your news. “Plans? What kind of plans?”

“Dinner plans,” you answered casually.

His tone was much more stern when he asked “...With whom?”

“His name is Brian.”

“A soldier?” The stern tone continued.

And your smile became even more angelic. “Yes.”

“You met him last night?”

“Yes, Daddy, of course. When else would I have met him?”

His brow furrowed again.

You stepped up to him, keeping the angelic smile on your lips before you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s just dinner, and I’ll be back before curfew, I promise.”

A quiet sigh escaped your father’s lips, and he shot you a quizzical glance. “And what time is curfew?”

“Midnight,” you answered without hesitation.

“Midnight? Since wh --”

“Since I became an adult,” you interrupted. “And since you’ve forced me to move from base to base for most of my teenage and young adult life, and I haven’t had the chance to make any true, lasting friendships because we don’t stay in one place for long enough.”

Your father didn’t answer right away. He let out a deep exhale first, and then he murmured, “Yes, that’s fair enough. Midnight, it is.”

You kissed his cheek again, almost letting out a squeal when you said, “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Have fun, and please make good choices.”

You had been about to duck into the powder room downstairs to put on your lipstick, but your father’s request made you pause and quirk one eyebrow.

“Don’t I always make good choices?” you asked.

Your father chuckled heartily and shook his head. “Yes, you do. I’ve never had to worry about my Cupcake before.”

A soft sigh left your lips, and you were on the verge of telling him he really didn’t need to call you Cupcake anymore... but... in a way, you sort of liked it. It showed how much he cared about you, and the two of you really only had each other. 

So, instead of that request, you simply said, “And you don’t need to start tonight.”

“All right,” your father exhaled, lifting his broad shoulders into a shrug. “Go on, then.”

Upon his consent, you hurried into the powder room and leaned in close to the mirror. You opened your lipstick tube, twisting it up and applying it carefully onto your lips.

Once you were satisfied with the application, you put the cap back on the tube and went to fetch your clutch purse on the kitchen counter. You threw your lipstick inside before grabbing it and heading to the front door.

“Bye, Daddy!” you called out as you practically skipped down the hallway. “I love you!”

You heard him reply likewise when you reached the door, his voice booming from the kitchen, and you left the house with an easy mind.

Just after you pranced down the front steps of your house, you saw Brian turn the corner, his hands in his pockets as he whistled a sultry but also melancholy tune which you instantly recognized.

A grin tugged at your lips as you headed toward the mailbox, and when Brian noticed you, he stopped whistling to smile himself.

“Moonlight Serenade,” you said in place of a greeting as the two of you met up, almost in the exact same spot where you’d kissed last night. “It’s one of my absolute favorites.”

“That Glenn Miller sure knows how to tug at your heartstrings, huh?” Brian replied with a soft smirk.

“That he does,” you agreed. And then your brow furrowed gently as a thought appeared in your mind. “Do you know the song we danced to last night?”

To be honest, thinking about being in Brian’s arms, dancing so close to him, made your cheeks simmer.

“You mean -- the last song?” 

You nodded.

“I, uh...” He suddenly became a little bashful, but in the most adorable way you’d ever seen. “I actually asked Jae last night, the guy who sang it. He said it’s called ‘I Never Knew.’ It came out almost twenty years ago, but Count Basie covered it in 1940.”

The fact Brian had sought out this friend to find out more about the song the two of you had danced to last night made your heart absolutely flutter and sing with joy.

“It was a beautiful song,” you said quietly, your words escaping on a delicate breath.

A smile quickly came across Brian’s lips, and he glanced shyly down at his feet. “Yeah... it really was.”

He looked so incredibly cute and handsome right now that you had the strongest urge to kiss him. But, since this was officially a date, you knew you shouldn’t. Not until the date was over.

“So, where are we having dinner?” you asked as a way to distract yourself from breaking down and letting yourself kiss him.

“Right!” Brian’s voice sounded exactly how you felt -- like he was glad you had changed the subject because he had been thinking too much about kissing you. “Right, dinner. There really isn’t anything super romantic around here, but there’s a diner nearby that has really delicious meatloaf. I know -- but it’s real meat, I promise. Or they have tons of other stuff if you just don’t like meatloaf, like burgers or sandwiches or --”

“It sounds great,” you interrupted with an amused grin. To be honest, you would eat anywhere with him, even a hot dog stand on the busy streets of the city. “It’s nearby?”

Brian let out a quiet but relieved sigh before nodding in response to your question. “Walking distance, actually.”

“Good. I like to walk.”

As he had earlier today outside of the hospital, Brian ushered you down the sidewalk, presumably in the direction of the diner.

The base was on the outskirts of a small town, a town big enough to have a diner and a movie theatre but small enough to... not have much else. It was one of the smaller towns you’d lived near, but it was worlds better than the base which had been quite literally in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, your father had been transferred after just four months; you weren’t sure if you could’ve lasted much longer there.

“I feel kind of bad,” Brian said as the two of you walked toward the town’s main avenue. “I know the big picture, but I don’t know all the details about you. What’s your favorite color?”

“If I tell you mine, you have to tell me yours,” you retorted with a lopsided grin.

“Deal.”

“I like green, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been around military uniforms my whole life or not.”

Brian chuckled at that, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I like purple.”

You immediately made a mental note to wear your purple dress next time. And then you asked, “Favorite movie?”

“Hmm,” Brian hummed, his forehead wrinkling attractively in thought. “I guess I’ll say Citizen Kane.”

Which meant he had to be an intellectual on some level. No wonder he’d wanted something more challenging than an office clerk job.

“I love basically any movie with Cary Grant,” you told him with a guilty smile. “His Girl Friday, especially. And The Philadelphia Story. And Bringing Up Baby.”

“So... basically any movie with Cary Grant,” Brian smirked.

“Exactly.”

“I’m guessing you enjoy looking at the screen, not just watching it.”

You tilted your head slightly before you answered him. “Well, if you mean I enjoy looking at Cary Grant’s face as I watch him act, then... yes.”

Brian chuckled and shook his head, and you simply beamed angelically. What could you say? The man had a very nice face.

“I’ve also heard about this new actor, Gregory Peck. He’s only been in plays so far, but I saw his picture in the paper, and I sure hope he starts making movies soon.”

“Oh, really?” Brian asked slyly. “What does he look like?”

“Tall... dark... handsome...”

“So, he looks like Cary Grant?”

“Yes, but he’s American.”

“Is tall, dark, and handsome your type then?” Brian didn’t look over at you when he asked this, but you saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, and there was an expression of veiled apprehension on his face. Like he was waiting on tenterhooks to hear your answer but didn’t want you to know he was.

“I guess so...” you answered casually with a shrug. “I can give or take a few inches on the ‘tall’ part, but dark and handsome? How could I resist that?”

Brian wasn’t particularly tall -- taller than you, but most likely a bit shorter than either Cary Grant or Gregory Peck -- but he sure fit the bill when it came to ‘dark’ and ‘handsome.’

You obviously got your point across because Brian’s smile turned a bit shy, and a nice pink blush tinged his cheeks. He was pleased with your answer, and you were pleased that he was pleased.

“What about you? What’s your type?” you prodded, gently nudging his arm with your shoulder.

“Well,” he began, a hint of bashfulness still lingering in his voice. “I’m a sucker for red lipstick. It’s not a necessity, of course. I don’t expect her to always wear it, but... it’s certainly eye-catching.”

Instinctively, you pressed your ruby lacquered lips together.

“I also like a girl who will dance the night away with me, but also one who will spend a quiet evening at a diner with me. Someone who volunteers her time at hospitals, someone who doesn’t mind listening to me point out constellations, and... someone who will kiss me the very first night she meets me.”

Now it was your turn to blush. Of course. Who wouldn’t blush after hearing a man like Brian describe you exactly when asked about the type of girl he prefers?

“Wow,” you marveled, unable to bring yourself to look at him at the moment. “Do you really think a girl like that exists?”

“Oh, I know she’s out there... somewhere,” he answered. You could hear his impish tone as clear as day, and when you finally willed yourself to glance at him, the smirk on his lips was the most attractive one you’d ever seen.

After walking for a few more minutes and finally arriving on Main Street, Brian pointed out the diner just a few buildings ahead. And a good thing, too, because you were famished. All that walking and talking -- and flirting -- had worked up your appetite.

The hostess seated the two of you in a two-person booth in the corner of the diner, and you continued your discussion about your favorite things - books, foods, animals, things to do in your free time. You even asked him again what his favorite constellation was, but he gave you the same answer: he would tell you later.

During your meal (meatloaf for you since Brian had recommended it, and a club sandwich for Brian since he wanted to be able to switch with you if you ended up not liking the meatloaf), your conversation veered in a more random direction.  You talked about all the places you wanted to travel to, what job you would want if you could do literally anything in the world, your best and worst teachers in school... The two of you managed to fit in probably a month’s worth of talking into about an hour and a half, and as you watched Brian fish some dollar bills out of his wallet to pay for the tab, you realized... It felt like you’d known him for far longer than 24 hours.

More like 24 years.

When Brian opened the door of the diner for you and you stepped out into the cool night air, he said, “Am I walking you back home?”

You immediately shook your head. “My curfew’s not until midnight.”

“Well, well, well,” Brian chuckled, looking mightily impressed. “Your father must be very generous.”

“Once I made my argument for extending it by two hours, he had no choice but to agree.”

“Oh, I see. So, you’re just good at getting your way.”

“I guess you could say that,” you giggled.

Brian then looked down the street, nodding toward a large building with a lit-up marquee above the entrance. “Shall we see a movie, then?”

Your eyes widened with excited anticipation, and you grabbed hold of Brian’s arm, squeezing it gently. “Yes!” you grinned. “Yes, please!”

It had been a while since you’d seen a movie, and you couldn’t think of anything you’d like more than to sit in a dark room with Brian and watch a romantic movie.

Brian held out his elbow, a twinkle in his eye as he grinned expectantly down at you. When you slipped your hand into the crook of his elbow with delight, he led you to the theatre.

Your eyes widened yet again when you saw the newest Cary Grant movie was showing, Once Upon a Honeymoon with Ginger Rogers, and before you could even open your mouth to request a ticket, Brian let out a chuckle.

“Well, I guess I know what we’re seeing,” he smirked.

You were so pleased and grateful for his unprovoked offer to see a Cary Grant movie that you rose up on your toes and pressed your lips to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you laughed softly when you saw a perfect red lip print on his skin. As he walked up to the box office to purchase your tickets, you reached up to try and wipe it off, even retrieving your handkerchief from your handbag.

“Sorry,” you chuckled once he had two tickets in hand and the two of you had stepped away from the movie theatre employee.

“You should’ve seen my lips when I got back to the base last night,” he murmured teasingly.

“Oh, my -- did it really -- was it that bad?” you asked, your brow furrowing with guilt.

Brian stopped walking just before you reached the theatre entrance, turning to face you as a dazzling grin tugged at his lips. “It was well worth it, I promise,” he assured you. “And I wiped it off before anyone could see.”

While that did make you feel better, there was now a nagging thought in the back of your mind: you wanted to kiss him again tonight. Should you try to wipe your lipstick off by then?

“Come on,” Brian chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. “Cary Grant awaits.”

Well, if anything could take your mind off of kissing and lipstick, it was a Cary Grant movie.

“Oh, wasn’t that wonderful?!” you exclaimed as Brian held open the theatre door for you. You beamed at him as you walked through, taking his hand once he took his place beside you.

“I have to admit,” he began, linking your fingers together. “It was actually pretty good. I’ve never seen a Cary Grant movie before, but he’s not a bad actor.”

“No, he’s really not,” you chuckled. You nudged his side gently and tugged on his hand to bring him just a little bit closer to you. “Thank you for taking me.”

Brian’s lips curved into an ever so slightly shy smile, and he shot you a coy glance before he said, “You’re welcome. Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

The movie had put in you in such a good mood that you found yourself replying without really thinking. “No thanks necessary. If you can’t tell by now, I am pretty much already head over heels for you.”

Brian didn’t respond right away (which made you nervous, of course), but as soon as the two of you got past the theatre, he tugged you around the corner of the building.

“You are?” he asked earnestly, taking your other hand as he moved to stand directly in front of you.

Your heart began to race as you returned his gaze, your fingers grasping his. “...Yes?”

Just like your kiss last night, you had never told a guy you had feelings for him the day after meeting him -- after just one official date! But things with Brian were just turning out to be out of the ordinary all around, weren’t they?

Before you could let yourself get any more nervous, Brian’s expression quickly morphed into one of relief and happiness.

“Good,” he breathed. “Because I am, too. I feel the same way. It’s like I’ve known you for years even though we only met --”

“--Yesterday,” you finished.

He nodded and took a step closer to you.

Well, since you’d already told him something you hadn’t planned on telling him... you figured you might as well just go for it. “Can I tell you something?” you asked softly.

“Of course,” he whispered. “You can tell me anything.”

You let go of his hands, reaching up to rest your palms on his chest. Brian took another step closer, and your heart leaped when you felt his arms circle your waist.

“I’ve... never met anyone like you before,” you admitted. “The moment I saw you last night, I knew... I knew... Well, I’m not sure what I knew, but I knew something. I knew you were going to ask me to dance, and I knew I wasn’t going to dance with anyone else, and I knew I was going to kiss you. I don’t want to scare you off or anything, but... This feeling is just so strange but wonderful at the same time, and I almost don’t know what to do about it... I just... I know I want to be with you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I want to go to diners and movie theatres with you. I... I want to kiss you. Hundreds, thousands of times. I --”

“I want that, too,” Brian grinned, his voice eager but gentle. “All of it. I want all of you.”

There was nothing left to do but lift yourself onto your toes and kiss him.

All of a sudden, as his lips cradled and tugged at yours, the last song you’d danced to at the party started playing in your mind.

I never knew what love could do until I met you.

You’d known when you’d heard that song that it would be important, and now you were coming to realize just how right you’d been.

You had no idea where this relationship would take you -- you had no idea how long it would last.

But you knew it would be absolutely wonderful.

Part 4

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[shannygoatgruff]

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration​

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual innuendo, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

Chapter 4

The table at Clementin im Glashaus was amazing. The greenhouse windows of the restaurant overlooked the beautiful Palais Coburg Hotel, which used to be a palace belonging to the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. Not to mention, Cash and Ivar had a completely unobstructed view of the sun setting over the city, from the domed glass ceiling of the restaurant. She felt like a princess. Had she known they were coming here, she would have worn something a bit more elegant than the Fashionova dress she was currently wearing.

“Stilles Wasser, mit Eis, bitte?” Mineral water with ice, please. She asked the waiter just before he left the table. She was trying her best to let him be chivalric and order their meals after they had discussed the menu. But he had forgotten about the water. She didn’t like sparking water, let alone it at room temperature. She had to say something. She couldn’t tell if she was being an obnoxious American, or not. Especially since men from Europe were so different from American men. They were slinky and sensitive. They wore skinny pants that showed off their ankles and shorts that came above their knee and kissed each other on the cheek. It was a different dynamic with them. She wasn’t trying to cross any cultural or gender roles by ordering ice water.

Shit, ice. He’d forgotten. That was so important…how could he let that slip? She was American - of course she liked ice.  That should have been a given. He had just assumed that she didn’t even drink water. Americans just filled their cups to the brim with ice cubes and poured soda over it.  Ivar mentally kicked himself for the oversight. “I have never met an American that spoke German with an Austrian accent.” He remembered that she had minored in German in college and Graduate school, but to hear her speak it, with an Austrian accent was rather impressive. Too bad she hadn’t decided to study Norweigan. “I have also never tried ice in my water," he said trying to make small talk.

“Really?” Cash blushed and tugged on the loose thread at hem of her dress, “It’s good. Cold.”

Why were they having such a hard time talking? They normally would talk for hours on the phone and their text and DM threads went on for days. The two of them never ran out of things to say to one another. She could think of a hundred things she wanted to say to him right now, but he seemed so much quieter in person. She kept waiting for one of his snappy comebacks, or for him to flirt with her like he always did, but he was giving her nothing. Maybe he didn’t like her after all. 

“So, have you been here before?” She asked looking around the restaurant. It was easier to look anywhere than at him because all she wanted to do was stare at him. She had never been a fan of the man bun before, but it worked for him. Everything looked good on him. If she didn’t keep diverting her eyes, she would look like a total stalker. “This place is nice.”

Ivar put his napkin in his lap and hoped that the wine wouldn’t take much longer to get to the table. If he didn’t get a drink soon, he was going to clam up completely. He wanted to talk to her. He loved talking to her. He was just so nervous now that she was in front of him and she was so vibrant, pretty…real. “To Vienna or this restaurant?” 

“Either,” Cash answered with a shrug.

“I have only been to Austria a few times. Mostly with my brothers.” Brothers. Right. He was going to have to explain Hvitserk… “I have never been here before. My brother, Ubbe, told me this is a good place to take a date.”

Was he blushing? God, he was cute. “Oh, this is our first date?” She licked her lips and smiled.

“Am I not doing something you want?” Fuck. Had been out of the dating game that long? Why didn’t she know this was their first date?

“No. Everything’s perfect. I just didn’t know if we were hanging out as friends, or on a date.” She took a big sip of her water. “We said we wouldn’t talk about our pictures, so there was no pressure, either way.”

“I already told you, I thought you were beautiful before I saw your picture.” Ivar had never been so happy to see a waiter in his life. He graciously accepted the glass of wine and motioned for the waiter to leave the bottle.  He waited until Cash had her mixed drink placed before her and when they both had drinks they toasted. “Skol,” he said quickly before looking into the bottom of his glass, as he gulped nervously.

“So…” Her phone rang, causing her to jump. She quickly hit the video button and rolled her eyes. “Hey, Ma.” She smiled when Ivar smiled at her.

“Shay, are you okay? I been waiting for you to call me.” Barbara pursed her lips at her daughter to indicate she was upset. “You tell me you’re going to meet this Ivar-boy and then I don’t hear from you. I don’t know if he chopped you up, or sold you on the black market…”

Cash shook her head and threw her napkin ring at him when he chuckled at the comment. “I’m fine, Ma. In fact, Ivar and I are at dinner, right now.” She panned over for her mother to see Ivar. 

She felt all warm inside when Ivar waved at her mother and politely said, “Hello, momma.” 

“Well, hey there baby. It's good to finally see you. Were you excited to meet see Shay? She's so pretty, isn't she?" Cash rested her head on hand as she watched Ivar's face light up, as her mother refused to let him get a word in edgewise. As usual, Ivar and her mother sat there talking like two old friends.  "And look at you...you're so handsome. I bet you just have all the girls all after you. You better not break my baby's heart. You take care of my girl while she's over there, okay?"  

Ivar thought Cash's mom was a hoot. He had always enjoyed hearing about her and talking to her when Cash was in the States. Looking at her face, it was easy to see where Cash got her looks. "Cash is as beautiful as her momma. When I saw her, I just want to keep smiling." He glanced over at Cash and noticed the coy way she looked at him causing him to divert his eyes back to the phone's screen. "I promise, I will take care of her." He handed the phone back to Cash and poured more wine in his glass.

"Make sure to call me later.” Barbara Heath said to her daughter when her face reappeared on the screen. She held the phone close to her mouth and dramatically mouthed the words, He’s cute. “Love you, Shay.”

“Love you, too.” She disconnected the call and looked at Ivar. “Sorry about that. My mom’s a little over-protective.”

“Your momma is sweet. My brothers? They are a pain." He rolled his eyes, "My older brother, Ubbe, sent my brother, Hvitserk, here to be my chaperone.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I have almost 26 years, I do not need a babysitter.” 

“Why did he do that?”

The second glass of wine he had just started on was finished in about two gulps. Ivar knew he was drinking too fast, but it made him feel better about talking, but it did nothing to stop his hands from sweating. All he needed to do was deflect the conversation away from his legs, Hvitserk and everything else wrong in the world for tonight. He could worry about the truth tomorrow. “I always wanted to ask. Why does your momma call you Shay?”

“Oh, that. My first name is Cachet.” She made a disgusted face at the sound of her government name. “Most people call me Cash. My parents still call me Shay.” 

“Which do you prefer?” Cash shrugged, giving no real thought to question. “What would you like me to call you?” 

She lifted her eyes to him with a heavy-lidded stare. “What do you want to call me?” She was hoping it was be something freaky, like Chocolatate, or Sexual Chocolate…what exactly was in this drink, anyway? 

“Nydelig.” 

"And what does that mean?” 

Ivar’s lips turned up into a boyish grin, “Look it up,” he said as the waiter sat their dinner plates in front of them.  

It was a beautiful night and the city lights were magical. After dinner, Cash and Ivar stopped for torte at a local bakery and to pick up spirits before Cash decided that she was ready to head back to her hotel. She would see Vienna tomorrow; it was almost 8 pm and she was exhausted. A day of nerves, traveling, and now jetlag meant she was going to sleep good tonight. 

Ivar had insisted that he see her back to her hotel safely and who was she to refuse? The walk from the restaurant to her hotel had been a short one and she had invited him in because though she was tired, she wasn't quite ready for their first date to end. 

Sitting on the patio of her ground-floor hotel room, she folded her legs on her chair and sipped on a glass of Moscato d’Asti they picked up along their walk. “So, we’ve been talking for months and in all this time, you never said anything.” She twirled the liquid around in her glass. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She wanted to bring it up earlier, but before didn't seem like the right time. But now they both seemed a bit more relaxed and the conversation felt more organic. It felt like one of their normal conversations, not like two strangers meeting each other for the first time.

Ivar’s heart stopped in his throat. Did he really think he could avoid the pink elephant in the room? Did he honestly believe he was going to get through tonight without addressing why he lied to her about his legs? Of course, she had noticed his limp and those damn crutches. She knew he had a physical impairment; he wasn't that skilled at deflecting the conversation, she had just been too polite say anything all night.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out in the opposite direction. “I was going to tell you, but I did not know what to say. I hate these things.” He took his crutches and roughly pushed them into the corner. “Since I was small, all the surgeries and bone lengthening and leg braces…canes. I did not want you to pity me.” He picked at a rough cuticle on his thumb before putting his cigarette back to his lips.

Cash laughed, “I was talking about the fact that you smoke.” 

“Oh, shit.” Ivar laughed in return. He took a sip from his glass of whiskey before sitting it back on the table. “I am Scandinavian. We all smoke.”

Cash nodded, still trying to digest what he said before about his impairment. “Are you in pain?” She asked, hoping she wasn't prying.

Shrugging, Ivar sat back in his seat and looked out at the lanterns that illuminated the small garden. “I hurt, but not really pain.” He licked his lips as he tried to think of how he could make it make sense to her. “When I was born my legs were deformed…one shorter than the other and both twisted. They were fucked. I had surgeries with metal rods to make them straight, and longer, and all that. But, they never really got strong and the pain never really went away. I grew up with it. I live with it. 

Sometimes, when the weather is bad – snow, or rain for many days, or when it starts to get cold and wet, I have pain. When I walk too much or go a whole day without taking these damn braces off, I get pain. But the normal hum that always is there? That’s just Elias.”

“I'm sorry, who?”

“The name of the pain. My old friend, Elias.” Ivar chuckled at the memory. It was a code-word he and his mother made up when he was little. It was his way of letting her know that he was in pain, without alerting the rest of the family. He never wanted his brothers to treat him differently because of his impairment, so they came up with a code. If he would tell his mother that Elias visited him at school, she knew that he needed medicine, warm compresses and rest.

“The people in my head have names,” Cash said absently.

“Excuse me?”

She wiggled herself forward in her chair and leaned to rest her elbows on the table. If they were dishing about their crazy, he was in for a treat. “You know on in the movies people have an angel and a devil that sit on their shoulder to tell them what to do?” She waited until he nodded. “I don’t think I have that. I just have these people in my head and they are always having conversations. Jasmine and Jessica. These bitches don’t agree on anything. They’re supposed to be here to help me, you know like my conscious. But I’m usually playing referee between them…like everybody calm the fuck down. They get on my nerves.”

Ivar laughed at her animation. He couldn’t believe that he just told her about his legs and she countered with the fact that she was probably schizophrenic.  

Taking another sip of her drink, she studied his face. “Can you walk without that stuff?” She pointed to the crutches.

He shook his head. “I can stand, but not walk. My legs do not hold my full weight. My right leg does not bend. My left does but, I still need to hold onto objects to balance, otherwise, I would fall. The legs do not move together, so I bind them. .” He closed his eyes, “When I do not have the braces – I crawl.”

“We talk about everything, Ivar…”

“I could not just tell you.” He looked her in the eye, holding her gaze for the first time that night. “I could not stand it if you stopped talking to me.”

“Did you think I talked to you all this time because I thought you were going to win a Walk-A-Thon? You didn’t even give me a chance.” She watched as he played with the wrapper on the whiskey bottle.

“I did not want to disappoint you.”

She licked her lips, “I’m not disappointed.” Her words came out in almost a whisper. 

Did she move toward him, or did he come toward her? Just like knowing which truly happened between the Big Bang Theory and Evolution - it's all a matter of opinion. Perhaps there was a seismic shift in the tectonic plates that moved their bodies toward each other at the exact moment in time. Whatever happened, the space between them closed and their lips touched.

It was so soft at first, that the feeling of their warm breath on each other’s lips left more of an ache than the flesh that preceded it. But after that brief contact, came a hand. A soft, small hand, with delicate fingers, gently holding the side of his neck and her thumb tracing invisible patterns along his jawline. When her hand made contact with his face, his lips reclaimed hers with just the slightest bit of trepidation, but much more curiosity.   

He pulled back for a moment just to look at her face before she gently nipped at his full bottom lip and the next thing he knew she was swallowing his moan. Her mouth was still sweet from the Moscato as Ivar opened his more and allowed his tongue to gently lick her lips. He wasn’t sure when he seized the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. Maybe it was when she looked at him that way, the way he had always wanted a woman to look at him. The way Freydis used to look at him all those years ago. Cash looked at him like she wanted him. No one had looked at him like that in a very long time. 

Oh, he was good – how had she ended up on his lap? His lips felt like velvet and his tongue was as smooth as silk. His breath had a pleasant smoked whiskey flavor that reminded her of a bar she went to in college. That’s where she had met Big Dick Darryl. What a fun night that had been. 

Ivar had this gentle way of pulling back, like he was about to break contact, only to come at her mouth at a different angle. He wasn’t a sloppy kisser by any means, every placement of his lips was deliberate, tactical, well thought out….sensual. Even the people in her head were in awe of his lip skills.

It took every ounce of restraint he had when Ivar felt Cash’s fingertips touch the base of his throat and gently slide down his chest. More than anything he wanted to be able to pick her up and carry her back into her room, throw her down on the bed and do whatever they do in movies before the camera pans to the vase on the dresser. But, he knew he would never be able to do that. He wasn’t sure what exactly caused it – be it finally meeting her in person, the feeling of her lips on his, a woman touching and wanting him, or knowing that he’d never be able to share in the same stories of freaky sexual exploits like his brothers…but suddenly he had the urge to cry.

Pulling back slowly, Ivar kept his eyes on Cash’s lips noticing how they still glistened from his kiss. He had been so cool, so smooth all this time, with her, from their first online conversation, and now, all he wanted was to be held. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” Why were they stopping? This was going extremely well. Were her kissing skills not up to par? No one had ever told her she was a bad kisser before. She’d made it a point not to get anything filled with garlic or onions with dinner so she wouldn’t have stinky breath, just in case he tried to get a good night kiss. Hell, she even had on a really cute matching ‘just in case’ underwear. So far, things were going extremely well, she thought.

Running his thumb across her jawline he tried to restrain himself from kissing her again. “I think I should go back to my hotel. You had a long day and are probably tired.”

“You don’t have to go, yet.” Did she sound too eager? She didn’t want to seem slutty, but they had been talking for six months and it had been a hot minute since she got laid.

Ivar exhaled slowly through his nose, trying his best to calm himself. “I don’t want to spoil our first date.” He kissed her lovingly on the forehead “I think it is best if I go now.” He let her follow him to the door before stopping and turning around to kiss her softly on the lips. “I can see you tomorrow?”

Cash got on her tiptoes to kiss him again, “Yes.” 

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[dangerwatson]

            SO, MS. WATSON. YOU WANNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

It’s ya girl Lin back on my ‘ let’s cry about a beautiful woman together ’ bs. Here’s MJ ! It’s long, but that’s to have all her relevant information in one place should you ( or me more than likely ) need to hit it up for future reference. I’m excited to have her here ya’ll.

BASICS.

Given / Birth Name : Mary Jane Watson Nickname / Preferred Name : MJ, Red Alias(es) : N/A Birthdate / Age : June 19th 1991 / Twenty - Seven Place of Birth : Montoursville, Pennsylvania Current Location : Little Italy, NYC Gender Identity : Cis Female Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Disaster Bisexual Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: African - American && German Marital Status : Single Occupation : Field Reporter && Political commentator for Weekly Review Religious Beliefs : Agnostic. Raised Christian.

CHARACTERISTICS.

Height : 5′8″ Weight : 135 Body Type / Build : Entirely Average. Could stand to go to the gym, but honestly who has that kind of time. Don’t compare her to fruit she hates that. Eye Color : Green  Hair Color / Texture : Auburn. Worn natural, 4b curls and all. Sometimes braided, sometimes weaved, sometimes in bantu knots or covered by headscarves. She’s very particular with her hair - touching it can and will lead to physical harm against the perpetrator if unwelcome. Recognizable Features / Scars : Big ol’ dimples and a slight cleft chin. Dusting of dark freckles across nose and chest. Speech Patterns / Accent : Has a deeper voice, boarding whisky worn. Because she’s moved around the majority of her childhood MJ has no discernible accent, giving her a modulated tone that’s perfect for clear annunciation across media platforms. Languages Spoken : English, French, ASL Powers / Skills / Abilities : No powers, however MJ has a nose for good stories, and tends to follow wherever they take her.  Overall Health : Good.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Order of Birth : Youngest Number of Siblings : 1 Father’s Status + Relationship : Phillip Watson, alive. An abusive alcoholic, former High School English teacher. No relationship amends have been made. Mother’s Status + Relationship : Madeline Watson nee Rains, deceased. A starry eyed dreamer, former actress turned stay at home mother. Left Phillip after he struck Gayle, bounced both children through various family members. Passed away shortly after from congenital heart failure exacerbated by stress and lack of access to treatment. Sibling Status + Relationship : Gayle Watson, older sister by almost five years. Unlike MJ, continued to have a relationship with their father. Married her schoolyard sweetheart and had two children. He divorced her around the same time MJ graduated high school, leaving both sisters ( and her nephews ) living under Aunt Anne’s roof. They’re nearly estranged. When she visits her aunt and nephews, both sisters make a point of keeping their conversations short -- if they happen at all. Loyalty / Affiliation : Outwardly neutral, though subject to change behind closed doors.

PERSONALITY.

MBTI : ESFJ Hobbies : Dancing. Doesn’t matter where, when, why or how. Catch her pulling an n*sync routine in her living room at 4 PM on a Tuesday. MJ also has a knack for exploration. There are a lot of ( read : free ) things to do around the city and magically finds them all. Who cares if you have no interest in the Fungi Festival, there are booths everywhere for a quick way to kill an afternoon. Tried needlework one afternoon, didn’t stick and now there’s an abomination of mutant looking cats hanging above her bathroom door. Bad Habits : Smoking. Fixing / hyper - focusing on her hair when uncomfortable or stressed. Jumping head first into the dating scene only to find out it’s the shallow end. Providing 20 second long fart sounds whenever someone asks “how are you?” Taking care of others before taking care of herself. Three Positive Traits : The silent Mom Friend. Allow me to explain : MJ is traditionally that bitch^tm making sure you get home okay after hanging out, she ensures your soul is as well nourished as your body. For all of her outward party-girl aesthetics and a forced mean girl perception on her by others, she makes sure her friends are in good headspaces. That they feel encouraged to follow their ambitions and ultimately celebrate every success no matter the size. It’s the type of selflessness that she’d wanted for herself growing up, so I’ve labeled it as her BEST trait. She’s incredibly outgoing. An extrovert through and through, getting her battery charged by being around people. It’s what makes her an attractive personality. When in a battle of small talk, MJ not only listens and remembers those small shared details but she knows how to keep the conversation going without making it seem like a chore. I love how in tune she is like that, girl vibes hard with new and old friends alike. Finally, MJ would make a professional bargain hunter blush. She grew up poor and as a direct result is extremely careful about what she’s doing with money. And yes, being financially responsible during these trying times as a Millennial trying to earn that bread is pretty much a given good quality. We all wish it wasn’t, but here we are. Three Negative Traits : MJ is stubborn to a fault. When she digs her heels into something it’s hard to get her to stop until a desired outcome is achieved ( or undesired, event depending ). While this is usually reworded as a positive asset —- being so DRIVEN and MOTIVATED —– that’s simply not the case with her. She’s lived through all consequences resulting from this inability to budge and none of the supposed rewards. Been fired from more jobs than she’d care to admit for telling former bosses where to shove unrealistic worker expectations, or coworkers where they can file passive aggressive bullpucky. She’s also incredibly stunted emotionally. As mentioned, she’s a silent Mom Friend, but reciprocation of her actions isn’t met with as much of an openness as one might expect. MJ keeps her feelings to herself, and it usually builds up until she suffers a full scale breakdown triggered by something mundane like … dropping a fry or seeing a lady bug stepped on. Decompressing is a word in her vocabulary, for sure, but it was easier to partake in as a 20 year old than as a near 30 year old with responsibilities and bills to pay. Picky puts it in palatable terms, but MJ knows what she likes and how she likes it. When she doesn’t, then she’ll quickly find a preference. In the meantime we’ll say she’s very particular about what styles she likes to wear, how her make up is, how her hair looks, and over all what image she’s presenting to a general public. It’s a habit she hasn’t been able to shake. Moral Alignment : Neutral Good

ASSOCIATIONS.

One Song : Dead and Lovely - Tom Waits One Quote / Piece of Art : “Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.” One Fear : Following the Watson Women path of horrible no good very bad mistakes and poor life decisions. One Strength : Persistence One Object : Breathe Right Nasal Strips One Place : May’s kitchen One Food : Garlic One Scent : Cinnamon. One Lucky Charm : Old tattered friendship bracelet

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Pretty typical “American Dream !” 50′s family dynamic. Everyone looking great in their Sunday best photos, father with a steady job, stay at home mom to save on daycare, two daughters and a stray cat named Sir Stinkybottom.

Father started facing emotional breaking points brought about by lack of what he considered satisfactory income and inbound midlife crisis. Turned to drinking, ( turned into a right train wreck. )

Mary-Jane, Gayle and Maddie hopped from various family member’s couches to crash for a couple of weeks at a time during the separation process from Phillip.  This lasted a year.

Maddie passed away when MJ was around 10 and Gayle 15, Gayle instantly taking up the role of Mother Figure to MJ’s wild child foil. MJ maintains she doesn’t remember all that much about her mother while Gayle remembers everything and that becomes a point of contention. 

Father returns into their life. It’s messy, he eats away at their still developing ego’s like the cancerous human blob he’s chosen to become. Their Aunt Anna, who they live with, intervenes when she can.

Gayle gets the fuck outta there by marrying her high school sweetheart, moving to the midwest and popping out two adorable munchkins named Kevin and Thommy.

MJ has the pleasure of dealing with their dad alone for the next five years. Which she does by a little thing called home avoidance. Garners the reputation quickly as a party girl at Midtown, someone ready to go anywhere and everywhere at any time. 

Began solidly working around fifteen to help Anna out, sometimes in Diners, sometimes in retail. Her ability to sell her brand began early and honed with surgical precision during these years. All currently reflected across media platforms where she became a 2010 influencer ( and paid for little more than modeling ).

Started college at seventeen, typical move. Took 6 years for her to finish as she paid her way through without loans. The last thing MJ wanted when finally breaking out of Queens was a student dept choker. Graduated at 23 with a dual bachelors in journalism and political science.

Bounced between larger broadcasting industries for a few years as an underpaid intern before growing concerned by their lacking criteria. The burnout was real.

Tirelessly sought employment at her favorite ( but SMALL ) news agency. By luck of the draw she was screen tested and hired on for a slot as field reporter.  

She’s been with Weekly Review since. Now having two years under her belt ( still extremely Green in her industry ), she’s pushing for higher scope investigative journalist pieces. And for once, they’re not telling her no.

#united task 001 #united intro #mentioned briefly : #tw alcoholism #tw parental abuse

[hollenka99]

New York

Summary: Jameson moves away from home, meets new people who will play important roles in his life and starts a company with his brother. Chapter 1.

September 24, 1906 Dear Mother,

Clifford and I have arrived safely in New York. Our accommodation is a small and we have taken to alternating whose turn it is to sleep on the floor. Fear not, I am sure we will earn enough soon to pay for a better apartment. However, for now, our arrangement will suffice.

Manhattan itself has made a decent first impression on me. There are a number of theatres within walking distance of our apartment. Cliff is interested in auditioning for some roles once they are advertised. Carnegie Hall is near us too. Do you remember me telling you about it before we left? It certainly has a reputation. Neither of us has the ability to perform there.

How are things in Saint John without us? I hope you are not too lonely with only Pearl at home to keep you company. We both miss all of you.

Yours, Jameson

October 9, 1906 Dear Mother,

We have become successful in securing ourselves jobs. I have become a proof reader while Clifford is being paid as an actor. With our salaries combined, we can bring home up to $45 a week. That isn't a bad amount, if I must say. Of course, that is the best case scenario. Cliff's contributions will be inconsistent. I don't wish to be the sole financial provider but I will if I must. Although, I must admit the thought of it is fairly stressful.

I have heard from Cliff that you scolded him for our sleeping arrangement. Please do not treat him as if he is forcing me into this situation. I was the one who suggested it. Furthermore, lying on my back has never caused me to asphyxiate before. I highly doubt I will begin being affected by it any time soon.

I promise you, I am healthy. You can be reassured that I trust my brother with my life. Clifford has never done anything with the intent of harming me. He will not risk my health nor my safety, especially not in an attempt to be at an advantage. There is no need to fret over this.

Yours, Jameson

December 26, 1906 Dear all,

I hope you have enjoyed Christmas together. It was odd to be away from you this year as well as a shame we could not visit. Unfortunately, money is short for us as of right now. If all goes well, we may be able to celebrate together again next December.

Despite this, we were not lonely. Of course, we had each other. However, we did invite two friends of ours to share our pitifully small spread. It was a night full of riveting conversations and laughter. I enjoyed getting to know our friends better. One of them teaches piano to the local children. If I invite her to celebrate Christmas in the future, I should ensure there is a piano for her to play. It will certainly make the long nights pass quickly if there is music for us to sing to. I myself may not sing but I'm sure there is a carol or hymn that requires a duet. I could always assist with the chords while she plays the melody.

The funniest coincidence occurred yesterday. Cliff and I have both been interested in purchasing a Brownie from Eastman Kodak. At $1 a camera and $2 for development, I'd say one of those cameras would be a decent investment. The two of us both agreed we'd save up, prioritising essentials such as food and rent, then we would discuss buying one to share. I will confess that I suffered impatience. I may have bought the camera for Christmas. So, it would seem, did Cliff. As consequence, we appear to be in a situation where we have gifted the exact same present to each other. It was a humourous beginning to the day.

I can hardly take 117 photographs in the space of 24 hours. Once I have become familiar with the device, I may choose to include some photographs in my letters. I doubt the elements will be kind to them but unfortunately, I do not have another choice but to expose them to potential damage.

Hoping this coming year treats us all favourably, Jameson

December 28, 1906 Dearest Siobhan,

I would hate for you to be lonely as we greet the new year. Clifford and I would be more than happy to have you celebrate with us. Please consider joining us on Monday night.

Yours, Jameson

March 11, 1907 Dear Jameson,

I have a query that has been on my mind for the past couple weeks. I hope I am not overstepping any boundaries by asking you for the answer. If I am, I apologize and will not bring the subject up again. I am simply curious as to how your muteness developed. You are clearly not hard of hearing as you understand everything I say to you in person. For that reason, my intrigue into you condition has grown. This is not something you are able explain to me with your hands. It seems too complex for that.

On an entirely unrelated matter, would yourself and Clifford be interested in joining me next Sunday for drinks? You told me you were half Irish on your father's side. If you would like to consider celebrating that heritage, I would be more than happy to host the two of you.

Please, do not feel obliged to answer my question if it makes you uncomfortable. That would be the last thing I would want.

Sincerely yours, Siobhan

March 14, 1907 Dearest Siobhan,

You would be correct in your belief that I am not able to explain my condition through American sign language. Do not worry about offending me. I was planning to tell you this story regardless, only at a later date.

Years ago, when I was a boy of nine, I found myself suffering from a malfunctioning thyroid. The doctors suggested surgery to treat me. Unfortunately, they must have made a mistake as I woke to part of my vocal cords being paralysed. The condition is known as vocal fold paresis or, if you really want to sound sophisticated, recurrent laryngeal nerve paralysis. While I am physically able speak aloud, it is difficult. I found it easier to speak through sign. My family learned ASL alongside me.

What I was not aware of was that vocal cords also contribute to breathing. You can imagine the physical education lessons in high school I had to endure. You should not worry yourself after receiving this letter. The extent this affects me is not great. I simply have to be vigilant when exercising and eating. If you are present when I accidentally choke on a meal, by all means help me. Otherwise, please don't act like I will meet my doom at any second. My mother still does at times and it is unbelievably frustrating to convince her I am fine.

I hope this was informative and answered any queries you may have had.

Patiently awaiting those drinks, Jameson

April 15, 1907 Dear Jameson,

While I do appreciate the poems slipped into my mail, if you send me any more, you may actually succeed in making me blush. You're lucky Lent ended two weeks ago. You should know better than to tempt those you care for with such sweet things. The next thing you know, you'll have enough to compile into an anthology.

Ever yours, Siobhan

May 23, 1907 Jameson,

You must tell me what you think of Elizabeth. Lord knows your brother won't tell me. He barely knows her, he can't after only a handful of months. How long have you lived in New York now? I think it may be seven or eight months. That is not enough time to truly get to know someone. Especially when you are planning to spend the rest of your life with them. Marriage is not to be taken lightly. Clifford clearly does not understand that.

Mark my words, he will regret his decision. I will only attend the ceremony because I can see you again after all these months. I am surprised you are not angered by this. After all, you are the one who pays for everything. How much do you actually earn a week? $20? You can just about to afford to live on that. You can't, however, afford to live on $20 and pay for a wedding. Are you not irritated by this? You should be, Jameson.

In other news, it should only be a few days before you become an uncle. I, for one, am delighted to become a grandmother. Harvey has made me promise to stay by Edith's side while he works. As if I wouldn't do so anyway. Even if a midwife cannot arrive quickly, I know how to help her. It is difficult not to have some knowledge after delivering five children myself. She is in safe hands. I suppose you will be able to meet the child at the wedding.

You have my love, Your mother.

May 31, 1907 Dear Cliff and Jem,

I have good news to bring you. Yesterday, Edith safely delivered a girl. Both she and our daughter appear to be recovering well. We have chosen to name her Dorothy. I hope you visit Saint John soon so you both may meet her. As to be expected, our mother is fawning over her first grandchild. I will not deny that her help is welcome.

Additionally, congratulations to you, Clifford, on your engagement to Elizabeth. Myself and Edith are looking forward to the wedding. We wish the two of you a long happy life spent by each other's side.

Wishing you well, Harvey

June 8, 1907 Dear Mother,

Unfortunately, I am not responsible for Cliff's actions. He appears to genuinely care for his 'Lizzy-Beth'. If things end poorly, I have no way of changing it. I understand your 'let him repent at leisure' sentiment. That said, he is an adult now. I don't feel I am in the position to tell him what he can and cannot do.

Elizabeth herself is a respectful woman. She is a teacher so I assume she is intelligent. You mustn't forget she agreed to marry a man she has only known since November. There are always at least two parties involved in an engagement. If the marriage does not last, they can regret their haste with equal responsibility for getting married in the first place.

Either way, the truth of the matter is that Cliff is getting married regardless of our opinions. We must learn to tolerate that reality. At least he will be able to point to whereabouts he made his mistake.

Yours, Jameson

July 2, 1907 Dear Mother,

With Clifford preparing to marry Elizabeth, I am sure you wonder whether I have met somebody myself. I must confess I have indeed allowed myself to become a fool for a woman.

Her name is Siobhan O'Hara. You may remember me indirectly mentioning her during my Christmas letter. I met her last December when she was playing piano at a dance. I felt the need to compliment her musical skill. After that, I encouraged her to leave the music to someone else at the next dance she attended. For some unknown reason, she accepted my offer. In the months since, I have been teaching her how to sign and spending many spare hours in her company. We have already visited Central Park multiple times together.

You really should hear her play. She is so graceful it is as if an angel possesses her. In fact, her hair makes me wonder whether she is not one is disguise. She has been tutoring me, much like the local children who pay her. Perhaps I should demonstrate my improvement the next time I return home.

I am sure you will be able to meet Siobhan at Cliff's wedding. I have not properly discussed attendance with her yet but I doubt she will decline my offer. She is a friend of Cliff's too.

Yours, Jameson

July 23, 1907 Jem,

Thank you for the birthday present; I love it. Perhaps your gift for me next year can be understanding sarcasm.

Your angel, Siobhan

(P.S. With complete honesty, I do adore the compilation. I hope I am not mistaken in thinking I saw some new additions. I will have a thorough read when I next get the chance. Afterwards, I should prepare for your birthday. You are not the only one who can perform grand gestures.)

July 27, 1907 Jameson,

I certainly must meet this young woman. From your words, I can tell you are enamoured by her. I am happy you are finding joy in her company. I remember frequently meeting your father by the dockyard when we were young. They were simpler times. My biggest worry when I was your age was understanding your grandmother's accent.

My only advice is that you treat each other well and do not rush into anything. You are not yet 20 years old. You have decades of life ahead of you. You have time to be careful in your choices. If in time nothing changes for the two of you, I will be delighted to welcome her into the family.

Wishing you well, Your mother

November 1, 1907 Siobhan,

I know you have appointments today. I know I only saw you yesterday too. However, if you are able, would you spend time with me tonight? We don't have to converse. All I am really wishing for is some company. Normally, I would be surrounded by my mother and siblings, remembering our father. Cliff and I made do last year with only the two of us. Unfortunately, he is with Elizabeth tonight.

By all means, bring a candle for your mother. I think I may have a spare from last year you can use if you don't own one. We can watch the flames as we reflect in peace. Choose whichever option you prefer but I would rather not be alone this evening. That said, only come of your own volition. I don't wish to force you into dedicating your time to something you are not interested in.

Thank you for understanding, Jameson.

November 2, 1907 Dearest Siobhan,

Thank you for last night. I wasn't expecting to learn more about you when I invited you. I am sorry to hear your mother died the way she did. I know it runs through generations but perhaps there is hope neither you nor Michael will suffer the same way. There is that possibility, correct?

Even if you do become afflicted with the disease, know that I will be there to care for you until the end. That is my sincere promise to you. It does not matter to me how it affects you, I won't leave you in when you need me the most. Besides, you are nineteen and I have barely passed the threshold of my twenties. Should you be affected, we still have twenty or so years before the first symptoms make themselves known. A great deal can happen in twenty years.

I love you dearly, Siobhan. I simply wished to have someone beside me as I acknowledged another year without my father. After what you told me, I cannot go about my day without ensuring it is explicitly clear to you that I will be there for you always. So long as you will allow me, of course.

Thinking of you, Jameson

March 21, 1908 Dear all,

Cliff and I are proud to announce that Jackson Brothers Productions has officially been founded. The financial aspects of it are still yet to become stable. However, that won't stop us from doing our best to become respectable members of the film industry. At the moment, we are not concerned with securing the position of top dog. That can be worked on in a few years when we have established ourselves as filmmakers people want to see.

I will be the head writer and manage the money while Cliff directs. We will both act in our films. The plan is to start off slowly, working our way up. The script for our first short for the company is finished. Once it is released, we hope you will enjoy it.

Here's to realising dreams, Jameson

August 10, 1908 Dear Mother,

I visited the Statue of Liberty recently with Cliff, Elizabeth and Siobhan. Lady Liberty truly does look magnificent. I hear she stands at 93 metres tall. To reach her, you must travel by boat. It was a simple case of cycling to the harbour then boarding the vessel to Bedloe's Island.

As we walked around the statue, Siobhan told us about the first time she saw it. It was back in 1904, she was still on her boat to the city and suddenly she had a clear view of the Statue of Liberty. She explained it instilled a determination of sorts within her, motivating her to make her plans work. I knew beforehand that she arrived before us and was therefore younger but I never contemplated the fact she would have been sixteen. Even at 18, I felt slightly overwhelmed with only myself and Cliff when we first came to New York. I remember Pearl being upset she couldn't join us but she was 14 in 1906, barely out of school and only just old enough to work.

Siobhan became enthralled in her own story. She began switching topics as she went off on tangents, to the point where I was the only one listening to her. I can certainly relate to the initial financial worries. I am impressed that she was able to keep a level head during those early days. It also pleases me that she sees the statue as a source of inspiration like I do, if only in a different way.

I have been reflecting on the day. Something about Siobhan made me realise something new about how I feel for her. I am not sure whether she reciprocates. I will ponder more on it and make my final decision by the end of this year. Either way, I will ask her to accompany me on a trip to Saint John this Christmas. I met her father last month during his visit to New York as a way of celebrating her birthday. It is high time she met you all too.

Yours, Jameson

December 13, 1908 Dear Sir,

I wished to discuss some important plans I want to begin preparing for. It was a pleasure meeting you in July and a joy to witness how close your relationship with Siobhan is. I appreciate being received so warmly by you, especially as you were only intending to celebrate her birthday. I can tell Siobhan is such a kind and caring woman because of your influence.

I hope it was apparent that your daughter means the world to me. I intend to spend the rest of my life proving that to her. I would like to ask your daughter for her hand and I would be honored to have your blessing. Please, in the very least, consider it.

Yours faithfully, Jameson Jackson

December 16, 1908 Dearest Siobhan,

You don't need to fret about meeting my mother and siblings. You already know Cliff. They are just as easy to get along with.

My mother is a worrisome yet kind-hearted woman. Ever since my thyroid operation, she is constantly fretting about my health. You've known me for two years now, you can tell she does not need to worry so excessively about it. There was a period of a few months when I was 14 where we were greatly at odds. She was incredibly protective of me which only lead to irritability. In hindsight, I understand she was only paranoid that her sickly son was going to develop complications. After all, she lost her husband to health issues that declined into complications. I suppose we were all trying to figure out where we all stood after his death. On an unrelated tangent, I think the only fault she will find in you is your lack of sewing skills. She works as a seamstress from home. The only reason I am vaguely competent in mending clothes is the countless nights where I mutilated bits of material as peaceful entertainment. She made my sister-in-law's wedding dress a couple of years ago. No doubt, she has already offered to do the same for Mabel.

Harvey is seven years my senior and the eldest of us. He followed our father into the shipbuilding trade so with the long hours, it is possible he may not be present often while we are visiting. He and his wife Edith have a year old daughter named Dorothy. I haven't met her yet so I am quite excited to do so. If Harvey attempts to bore you with war stories, simply nod and pretend to listen. He acts as if his participation in the Boer War makes him more of a man than those who have never served. He was barely of age as it was. We all suspect he'll join the next big war, should there be one. As you can guess, we all hope that war never comes. There is also the hope that he will be sensible, now that he has a family to stay in Canada for.

Mabel, like our mother, is a seamstress. Occasionally, she will refer to me as an early birthday present. That was more when we were younger. Oddly, having birthdays so close together caused us to become close ourselves. I cannot really explain it. We were mutually enthusiastic about each other's birthdays approaching because it also meant our own were too. There was some distance as well because little boys can't always relate to girls who are 5 years older than them. Either way, the two of us have a good relationship and I know the two of you will hit it off easily. She recently got engaged so you are likely to see her again next year when we attend the wedding.

Last but not least, there is Pearl. I may be the youngest son but she is the true baby. She is still only 16 and I worry what kind of attention she is receiving from young men. I may do my best to be respectful but some schoolboys are more like Cliff was. Cliff never practised infidelity as far as I'm aware but he certainly had a number of girlfriends in short succession when he was about 17. I have no doubt Pearl can handle herself but I can't help but be apprehensive. As you know, I have moments where I am of a mischievous nature. It is uncertain whether Pearl encouraged that side of me to develop or I was the one to trigger it in her. I must confess, the youngest three of us caused our parents such a headache in our youth. It used to be only myself and Cliff who pretended to act out these childishly outrageous tales. Then Pearl arrived, became old enough to play with us and earn her place as our third partner in crime. She wants to find success with us in the film industry but I still feel she is a little too young. One day, perhaps. She would certainly be a useful asset.

This is the closest we have come to being a complete family again after Cliff and I left home. It is a shame he won't be able to come with us. I understand his priority is Elizabeth and being there for the birth. Let's hope next year things will be different.

I promise you will be fine, Jameson

January 14, 1909 Dear Jameson,

Have you bought the ring yet? After meeting Siobhan, I am eagerly anticipating your big news in a few weeks. St Valentine's Day cannot come soon enough. Did you have to tell us during Christmas? That is six weeks of waiting.

A new girl joined us at the factory a few months ago. She finished school only last year. Like me, she does not see the point of being educated on how to be the best wife and mother when our own mothers can teach us. I am not sure about her but I am the youngest in our family. Our mother has time to teach me. The only students she ever had were myself and Mabel.

I don't know how much longer I can keep waking early, work for the majority of the day and then help Mother with sewing. I use my hands too strenuously. A good night's sleep (if such a thing existed) does nothing to help them recover. I am telling you, Jem, I will become a cripple by my 20th birthday.

Speaking of birthdays, you should buy me a ticket for New York. You know full well I want to join you in your endeavours. Isn't New York where all the filmmakers are right now? Forget about the papers, I will deal with all that. I can find myself work in a factory or bakery once I get there too. Or perhaps I could stay in your apartment and work as a seamstress from home. You left me behind but I don't wish to stand for it any longer. Allow me to make the Jackson Brothers into a trinity.

I hope to hear back from you soon, Pearl

January 27, 1909 Pearl,

You must be patient. While I would love for you to help us create our films, a lot is happening right now. I don't have the time, energy or in fact the expertise to go into details. However, to put it simply, Thomas Edison is in the process of destroying the prospects of filmmakers like us. Last month, the Motion Pictures Patent Company was formed. In short, Edison is attempting to raise his chances of success by controlling the industry before it develops further.

As I'm sure you can guess, Clifford and I are not only stressed about our professional lives but our futures as creators as well. This has all occurred in the past month or two so where this will lead is undecided. Either way, Pearl, this is one of the worst times you could join us. I promise you it would not be worth it. On top of everything, Cliff has Clara to worry about now too.

Once my finances have recovered from the inevitably large expenses that come with a wedding and Cliff settles into fatherhood, we will figure out how to proceed. Don't worry, the timing may be bad now but, if all goes well, this will change.

Please give everyone my love. Jameson

February 15, 1909 Dear all,

More good news! I am officially engaged to Siobhan. We are both eager to start preparations as soon as we can. I doubt the wedding will happen this year. Personally, I would prefer to celebrate a marriage during the warmer half of the year. Knowing Siobhan, I feel she shares a similar preference.

With Clara being born last month and my engagement, this seems to be shaping up to becoming an eventful year. Perhaps this should be the year I visit Ireland. It may be difficult with all that is happening to smaller producers here. That said, I feel I owe it to Siobhan. She has visited Saint John but I am yet to set foot in her homeland.

I do wish to see Ireland for other personal reasons. After all, I was named after the grandfather we left behind. Do you remember Granny's stories about him? I have always been bothered by Britain starving the Irish until they had no choice but to flee. It broke families like ours apart and lead to some never meeting their posthumous children. I know our father wished he had met his own.

Well, I appear to have changed the mood of this letter rather quickly, haven't I? I certainly did not intend to diverge onto such a sad tangent. By all means, have a drink on my behalf. Although, I would not encourage doing so in front of your daughter, Harvey.

Wishing you the same happiness as mine, Jameson

February 21, 1909 Jameson,

How could you? You don't know how upset you have made us. You propose marriage to such a lovely girl and refuse to tell your mother and sisters the details.

You disappoint us, Whiskey Boy. You live in secrecy and drink to your victory over us. Mother is crying, insisting that she did not raise such a terrible son. You must rectify this wrongdoing immediately. We simply won't stand for it.

Congratulations on your engagement, Pearl

February 23, 1909 Dear Jameson,

Congratulations on your engagement. I will certainly be thrilled to attend with Edward.

I struggle to believe you are already preparing to get married. It didn't seem too long ago that you were convinced I was getting married when you saw Mother making my communion dress. You also kept delivering me sand and broken shells leading up the ceremony. I don't think Father Henry was too pleased with you. It didn't help that you wandered up to near the altar in your little suit. How young you must have been back then. You can't have been older than two or three. You were always as sweet of a little brother as you were happy.

I'm glad you have someone who allows you continue your happiness in adulthood. I recall Siobhan telling me you were rather sweet as her gentleman caller too. Anyone can see how well the two of you go together. I'm warning you now, Jem, don't you dare mess this up. Women like Siobhan won't find themselves in your life often. You lose her, you will never replace the joy she gives you.

I suggest we celebrate properly in July when you visit for my own wedding.

Your loving sister, Mabel

March 7, 1909 Dear Pearl,

You can tell Mother to dry her eyes because she has a daughter so overdramatic that she will certainly succeed in an acting career, should she choose to pursue one. I did not give details because there is not much to say. However, if you must know the course of events, I will happily tell you them.

I invited Siobhan to accompany me for an evening stroll around Central Park. We walked for a while before reaching a place to rest for a moment. I asked her to marry me. She said yes. I chose not to sign during that moment. While she greatly appreciated the gesture, I can tell you my throat did not. That is purely the extent of the proposal. Forgive me for not boring you with the tale beforehand.

In all sincerity, if I have genuinely caused any of you to cry, I hope they are from joy. I have found a new source of optimism. My future is beginning to stretch out before me and I have every hope that it will be good.

Yours, Jameson

September 28, 1909 Dear all,

The harbour is beautiful now. There are lights everywhere as the city celebrates the 300th anniversary of Henry Hudson's discovery of the river and the centenary of Robert Fulton's paddle steamers. To live so close to the river, I have been enjoying the decorations. We will also witness a number of parades while we celebrate history. It began on Saturday and will carry on until October 9th.

I have been a resident here for the past three years now. It struck me that there was so much I didn't know about this city's past. Perhaps I should read up on the subject and educate myself.

But, for now, I think I will invite Siobhan to gaze at the Statue of Liberty. It made me realise I wished to love her for the rest of my days. Something about Lady Liberty inspires me. I am sure she looks even more majestic when covered in lights, especially after dark. If the answer to the Edison problem is to move elsewhere, I will certainly miss that statue.

I am also reminded of Reversing Falls. I long for that place too. Perhaps one of you should visit it on my behalf. It is odd what will stay dear to you.

I suppose I will leave you with that thought.

Yours, Jameson

November 1, 1909 Dearest Siobhan,

Thank you for the hat. I've never worn one of this style before. The men in my family were always more of the flat cap type. I have been inspecting myself in the mirror whilst wearing it. I feel a bowler hat suits me. It might give the illusion I am of a higher social standing than in reality. And with this facial hair that's growing due to negligence, I might see if a moustache suits me as well. If I can get the look right, I might have a character brewing.

Thank you again for the birthday present and the potential inspiration. If you do not appreciate the moustache, I can always be clean shaven during the wedding.

Yours always, Jameson

April 21st 1910 GROOM FULL NAME: Jameson Albert Samuel Jackson AGE: 22 RESIDENCE: West 42nd Street, Manhattan NUMBER OF MARRIAGE: First OCCUPATION: Proof-reader BIRTH PLACE: Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada NAME OF FATHER: William (Deceased) MAIDEN NAME OF MOTHER: Florence Hilliard

BRIDE FULL NAME: Siobhan Maria O'Hara AGE: 21 RESIDENCE: West 52nd Street, Manhattan NUMBER OF MARRIAGE: First OCCUPATION: Pianist BIRTH PLACE: Limerick, Ireland NAME OF FATHER: Jacob MAIDEN NAME OF MOTHER: Eileen Kelly (Deceased)

#the life of jameson jackson #tlojj #writersofjack #my writing #crosspost #originally posted on Quotev and AO3 on Nov 5th 2018 #jameson jackson #jacksepticeye #can you see why Jameson and Siobhan are my new OTP? #I love this chapter so much because they're just so cute #things are relatively fluffy and happy #wish it stayed that way

[leisurelypanda]

Ballad of the Thundering Heart ch. 8

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13605048/chapters/31845684

Steve woke up early on Sunday morning excited to actually see a pro baseball game for the first time in his life. He didn’t actually expect this to happen until he had some kind of job of his own. His mother was just a little jealous of him, but she didn’t begrudge him his day at the stadium. She had actually found it quite amusing for some reason. Though that might have been because Steve was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.

He was still excited, but the bouncing off the walls had been replaced by… something else. What was it people talked about? Butterflies in their stomach? It did kind of feel like there was some fluttering in his stomach.

“Come on, Steve,” he said, stepping out of the shower. “It’s just a baseball game, why are you nervous? It’s just Thor. It’s not like you’re taking a girl out on a date. And what kind of person would ask someone out to a baseball game for their first date, anyway?”

He decided to text Bucky about it. If nothing else he could vent about it to someone who he knew wouldn’t judge him. Knowing him he’ll probably tell me that it is a date. After he finishes yelling at me for going to a Mets game without him.

He sent him a quick text and put his phone down while he dried off. There was still a lot of time left before Thor would pick him up to go to the game. They planned on getting there an hour or so early. Game days could be crazy, especially at the pro level. And they were in New York City, so getting anywhere by driving was a challenge in and of itself. He’d suggested just taking the metro, but Thor insisted that they would be fine.

Steve had no sooner put on some clothes than he heard his phone ringing. It was Bucky. He grinned as he answered the phone.

“What do you mean you’re going to a Mets game?” Bucky asked. His voice sounded strained with the struggle to not yell at him. It was still early, his roommate was probably still sleeping.

“Thor got me tickets,” Steve said. “We’re going to this afternoon’s game.”

“And what? You’re getting cold feet? If you don’t want to go to the game I will get a taxi and come back to take your ticket!”

“No I’m not getting cold feet,” Steve replied. “It’s just… I don’t know I’m nervous or something.”

“What? Butterflies in your stomach?”

“Yeah, basically,” he said.

“Dude, this is Thor,” Bucky told him. “I’d probably have butterflies in my stomach if he asked me out to a game.”

“But it’s a baseball game, Buck,” he countered. “Doesn’t exactly scream ‘first date’ does it?”

“Well that depends, doesn’t it?” he said. “How do you feel about going to the game with Thor?”

“Who are you, my therapist?” Steve joked. “Umm… I don’t know. I feel… excited? Nervous? Kinda dreading it but also can’t wait, you know?”

“And what do you think of Thor?” he asked.

“I mean… I like him,” he said. “He’s nice. He’s smart. He’s strong. He gives great hugs.”

“You hug a lot?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, all the time.”

“Do you know what he smells like?”

“What?!”

“Just go with me on this,” Bucky ground out.

Steve thought for a moment. “He smells like… smoke. Like, from fire not from cigarettes. And pine.”

“Uh-huh. And what goes through your head when you’re hugging him?” he pressed.

“I feel… happy. Safe, you know?” he answered, after a bit of hesitation.

Bucky sighed. “Stevie I think you got it bad for Thor.”

“That’s impossible!” Steve protested. “I’m straight… right?”

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky replied. “I’m just a raging queer, so it’s not like I know anything about liking guys.”

Steve sighed. His mind was racing with questions. “So… am I?”

“Are you what?” Bucky asked.

“You know… gay?” he said around the lump in his throat.

“I don’t know, dude,” Bucky replied. “I can’t answer that for you. You might be. You might be bixexual. You might be pansexual like me. You might just have a thing for Thor. But it does sound like you have a thing for Thor.”

Steve was quiet for a while. He wasn’t really sure how to process… this.

“Anyway,” his friend continued. “The good news is that you don’t have to figure it out right away. And I always got your back, buddy.”

“Thanks, dude,” he replied. “Anyway, I’m gonna go wallow in my problems until Thor gets here. See ya, Buck.”

“He’s picking you up?” Bucky said excitedly. “Are you sure this isn’t a date?”

“Shut up.” He heard Bucky laughing on the other end of the line as he hung up. Well that conversation didn’t really help much, he thought. He sighed again, thinking of how Thor would be here in a few hours.

Thor’s going to be here in a few hours, he thought in a panic. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Steve heard the buzzer ring around 1:00. Just in time for his mother to answer and invite him on up. He was in his room getting ready. He was dressed in the Mets jersey he wore every time a game was on with his Mets baseball cap and a pair of khaki shorts. Nothing fancy, but this was his first game for his team and he was going to with pride no matter what.

Soon there was a knock on the door and before Steve could react, his mother was there, opening the door and staring up at the bulky man practically looming in the doorway.

“Hello,” he said, smiling. “My name is Thor. You must be Mrs. Rogers.”

His mom pulled him down into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Thor” she said. “And please, call me Sarah.”

“I am glad to meet you as well… Sarah,” he replied.

It was really weird seeing Thor hug his mom. He briefly wondered if that was how it looked when he hugged Thor. Thor was huge. Easily over 6 feet tall with a broad, bulky frame. His mom on the other hand was nearly a foot shorter than him, slim, and petite. She looked tiny, like she had just disappeared completely as soon as Thor’s arms wrapped around her. Steve himself was 5’7, only a few inches taller than her. It was… interesting to see it from the outside.

“Come in, come in,” she said. “Steve’s just getting ready.”

“Actually I think he's ready,” Thor said gesturing to where he standing in the kitchen. He walked over and hugged him as fiercely as ever. Steve laughed as Thor embraced him and took the opportunity to breathe in the bigger man's scent. He did indeed smell like smoke. And pine. It was a comforting smell. He smiled before he let go.

“Are you ready?” Thor asked.

“Ready as ever!” Steve said.

“Let's go, then,” he replied.

“Bye mom,” Steve said, heading towards the door. “I'll call you when we're done.”

They got to the car, where a familiar face was welcoming him. Mr. Baker, Thor’s butler. It was still weird to think that Thor had a butler. Or that he was taking them to a baseball game. Steve pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“You remember Mr. Baker, right Steve?” Thor asked, thumping his butler on the shoulder.

“Of course,” he replied. “Good to meet you again, sir.”

“Likewise, Mr. Rogers,” he replied. He had a faint British accent and Steve realized that he hadn’t heard him speak before. “If you would get in the car, we’ve got a game to catch. Master Odinson, please.” He held open the door for them.

“Master Odinson?” Steve asked when they were inside. Thor winked at him. Steve’s heart skipped a beat and he felt a blush blooming on his cheeks.

“I take it you’re a fan of the Mets?” Thor asked, apparently oblivious to his blushing or willfully letting Steve retain some level of dignity.

“Huh? Oh, yeah right, I am,” Steve stammered. “Mom and I have watched every game we could since I was a kid. Bucky’s a fan, too. He’s pissed that I get to go without him.”

Thor chuckled at that. As if it weren’t bad enough that he had sent his pulse racing, he had to use that deep, rumbling chuckle. It really didn’t help his efforts to see Thor as strictly platonic. He made himself calm down, or tried to, and focus on the upcoming game.

Steve rambled on about the season the Mets had had this year. They weren’t having the best season this year, but they weren’t doing horribly either. They were doing pretty well, really, but some dumb mistakes on their part and some bad breaks earlier in the season had cost them games that they would have won otherwise. He discovered that even though it wasn’t his favorite sport, Thor still liked baseball. His team, for better or worse, was the Red Sox from the American League. Though Steve had to explain that the American League and the National League were two separate parts of Major League Baseball.

“So wait, the American League is made up of the National League and the Major League?” he asked.

“No, the Major League is made up of the American League and the National League,” Steve explained. “And there are three lower level leagues beneath them.”

Thor looked completely baffled. Steve suspected that all of that went over his head. He was confused the first time someone explained it to him as well. Of course, he’d never had to explain it to someone who wasn’t an American before.

“Why do you Americans have to make everything so complicated?” Thor asked. “Why can’t you have just one national league like all the other sports?”

“I don’t know, but baseball is the best,” Steve said, grinning. “That’s probably why.”

“The best?” Thor said, affronted. “The best? I need to take you to a rugby game at some point. Then you can see what sport is really ‘the best!’”

Steve laughed at that. “I know nothing about rugby, so you’ll have to teach me the rules first before you take me to a game and expect me to know what’s going on.”

“Steve, you wound me,” he said, placing a hand over his heart in mock pain. “Of course I would educate you first. I’ll have to record a game or something some time. That’s really the only way to teach someone a game. Make them watch it.”

“Bring it on, then!” he said, smacking Thor’s arm.

“Oh so that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Suddenly Steve was caught in a headlock and couldn’t get free. He couldn’t even get Thor to move his arm. He was too strong.

“Let me go!” he demanded.

Thor hummed thoughtfully. “Mr. Baker?”

“Yes, Master Odinson?”

“What is it Americans say in situations like this?” he asked.

“‘Say uncle,’ sir.”

“Right. Say uncle, Steve,” he said with a chuckle, adjusting his grip to accommodate Steve’s squirming.

“You wish!” Steve countered. He tried hitting him, shoving him, anything. Nothing worked. Thor was too big and Steve was too small. “Okay fine.”

“I’m sorry?” Thor asked. “I didn’t quite catch that, Steve.”

“You won,” he muttered.

Thor hummed again. “Mr. Baker?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did Steve say uncle?” he asked. “I couldn’t hear him properly.”

“He did not, sir.”

“Nice try, Steve,” Thor said smugly.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Fine. Uncle.”

Thor released him and he straightened. “There,” Thor said with that insufferable grin on his face. “Was that so hard?”

Steve muttered bitterly and looked out the window. They were almost there by his reckoning. His heart rate was up. He was surprised to find out that it was excitement, not anxiety, that was causing it. He grinned. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- It took nearly forever for the three of them to get through security so they could find their seats. Steve was nearly blown away by the size of it.

“It’s so big…” he said, gawking at the stadium as they entered. Thor snickered at that. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“No I don’t think I do, Steve,” he said with that big, goofy, charming grin on his face. “What’s so big, exactly?”

“God help me,” Steve muttered, trying to hide his blushing face under his baseball cap. Thor just laughed and threw his arm around his shoulders and led them to their seats. The weight of Thor’s arm on his shoulders was oddly comforting. It wasn’t forceful or coercive. It was strong, yet gentle in a way.

Their seats were some ways away from where they came in, but neither Thor nor Mr. Baker seemed to pay it any mind. They walked along the concrete pathway along the first base line. When they got to their section they walked down towards their seats. And kept walking until they were at the front row.

“You got front row seats?” Steve asked with disbelief. “Your dad managed to get front row seats?”

“What? You thought my father would get us cheap seats?” Thor asked, chuckling.

“Master Odin puts great store in quality,” Mr. Baker explained. “He would have gotten any tickets he could, but he is skilled in the art of persuasion and compromise. It was a simple thing to get good tickets to the game.”

“Remind me to thank him when I meet him,” Steve said over the din of the crowd.

The game started soon after, the stadium filled quickly with fans. Some were already getting rowdy, but Steve tried to focus on looking forward to the game and on his friend. Many were far enough away for him to ignore. For the ones who weren't, he practiced some of the deep breathing exercises Dr. Erskine taught him. The sessions were paying off. The method succeeded in helping him calm down. This was the culmination of one of his oldest childhood dreams. The last thing he needed was to have a panic attack. He continued the exercises until the announcer introduced the person standing on the field who was going to sing the national anthem. By then, he was feeling moderately better.

Steve stood proudly for the song and was surprised when Thor stood respectfully as well. He’s a diplomat’s son, he reminded himself. He’s probably been trained to always be respectful, no matter what. Standing for another country’s anthem is probably proper courtesy.

The game got off to a rough start for the Mets. The away team, the Atlanta Braves, managed to get two men on base in the first inning. The next hitter stepped up to bat. He missed the first swing. Steve held his breath. The second he didn’t swing. It was a ball. Steve didn’t dare breathe. Two outs and two men on base. If the Braves got a good hit and managed to score, the Mets would have to play catch up in order to come out ahead. Better to start ahead. The pitcher threw his third ball. It flew down the pitch and was met with the crack of bat as it made contact. The ball flew into left field where it was caught. But not before one of the Braves players managed to score. Steve groaned with equal parts relief and frustration.

“You are really into this,” Thor commented. “It’s only the first inning.”

“We’ll come back,” Steve declared. “They’ve only scored once.”

Thor chuckled with amusement and for once Steve didn’t blush at the sound. Instead he smiled as he watched on. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thor was surprised by how caught up Steve became in the game. He readily admitted that the Mets were a good team, but he rarely watched baseball games, even though the one of the sports known as, “America’s pastime.” He liked it. But he loved rugby. If rugby was not on, football (real football, not American football) usually was.

Steve jumped to his feet when a Mets batter hit the ball, cheering and yelling for the man to run faster, before he slid onto second base. The crowd roared. He wondered if this was what he and his father were like when they were watching rugby. The energy here was similar to the kind that permeated the air at rugby matches back home. Fans on both sides cheering, praying, chanting, dancing, shouting, willing their team to win. It was glorious.

It didn’t take him long before Thor jumped to his feet as well, cheering as a Mets player hit the ball and it went soaring overhead towards the home run wall. Everyone, even Mr. Baker, were cheering and screaming as the players ran to home base.

“I told you it wouldn’t be long,” Steve shouted over the cacophony.

“And I shall never doubt your judgment again,” Thor replied.

“You better not,” Steve replied. Thor guffawed at this sudden, confident side of Steve and bumped him with his elbow playfully.

Steve tried to scowl at him, but the persistent grin made it impossible. Instead, he looked as close to carefree as Thor could imagine. His blue eyes were alight with joy and his smile was so broad he couldn't help but notice his dimples. He was so beautiful… Thor had to stop himself from leaning down and kissing him. He decided that sitting down was probably the safer option than standing up. Mr. Baker regarded him in silence.

“What?” Thor demanded.

“You are smitten, Master Odinson,” he replied. His face was straight but there was a knowing, devilish light dancing in his eye.

“You know what?” Thor scoffed. “I’m hungry. Go get some food.”

“Mr. Rogers,” he said, leaning across him. “Hot dogs or hamburgers?”

“Are you kidding?” Steve shouted. “We’re at a baseball game! Hot dogs!”

“Certainly, sir,” he replied as he got up. “Try to behave yourself while I’m gone, Master Odinson.”

Thor glared at him as he walked away. He focused instead on the game. The Braves had so far failed to get anyone on the Mets side out. The Mets had a great chance to cement their lead if they could manage to score more runs. The air thrummed with excitement.

Sure enough, the batter managed to hit the ball on the third try and the ball bounced across the ground when the second baseman fumbled with the ball long enough for the batter to slide into first base. Safe.

Steve visibly relaxed. Then he turned to him.

“Thanks, Thor,” he said.

“It was nothing,” he replied.

“It's not nothing,” Steve insisted, touching his arm. “This right here… I've dreamed of coming to one of these games my entire life. I didn't think it would happen this soon. So… thanks.”

Thor looked down at Steve’s hand on his arm. He wanted to take it, lace their fingers together, and bring it up to his mouth to kiss. But as soon as it touched him, Steve removed it, blushing and smiling with embarrassment. Damn, he thought.

“Trust me, Steve,” he said, looking into his eyes. “It was my genuine pleasure.”

Steve's smile grew and he ducked his head the way he did when he was feeling bashful. He shifted his attention back to the game and shouted as the Braves finally managed to get one of the Mets out. Thor didn't make any kind of move. Despite what his mother said, he was still unsure about how Steve felt about him.

I'll take what I can get, he thought.

The game went on. Steve cheered at every hit the Mets made, every time one of the Braves was tagged out. Just as he predicted, the Mets didn't take long to take and stay in the lead. Thor enjoyed seeing Steve so passionate and uninhibited. It was intoxicating.

Then in the 8th inning, probably the last seeing as the score was 7-4 for the Mets, a batter got up to bat. He was a Mets player. Thor didn't pay attention to the names but this one was had a nice butt, so he was noteworthy. The man missed his first ball. On the second he hit, but it was a glancing hit. It flew overhead in their direction.

“Oh please let my Irish luck kick in,” Steve whispered, standing with his gloved hand ready. Thor held his breath. It began to descend right over their heads. For the first time, he understood why people brought their ball gloves to the stadium.

The crowd roared as Steve caught the fly ball. Steve jumped for joy, holding his trophy in the air. Thor jumped to his feet and caught Steve in his arms and spun him around laughing. Steve was laughing in his ear, too. Thor set him down.

“I caught it!” he crowed. “I actually caught a foul ball!” Then, to his great surprise, Steve hugged him again. Thor returned the embrace, holding the smaller man against him. And for a moment, even though he wished for more, he was happy.

#thundershield #thor x steve rogers #thorsteve #marvel #avengers #fanfic #Ballad of the Thundering Heart #Thundering Heart #my work

[anak-ng-heneral-blog]

your soul will not betray

I haven’t written Rusciang in A LONG-ASS TIME but here! 

Fifty one-sentence fics (well, more than one sentence for many of them) for fifty prompts, nicked off and inspired by this Chrom x Avatar fic called honeysuckle memories.

Title is from Don’t Be Afraid by Lee DeWyze, the song I listen to whenever I used to imagine a Rusciang 1890s wedding. 

Finally, have a refresher in case you’ve forgotten my Lunasona, Leriang Sentido. That said, enjoy!

#1 - Ring

Camaraderie was born in their nightly circles around the cookfire after dinner, until they couldn’t tell where one comrade ended and another began.

#2 - Hero

There was nothing grand, or sweeping, or romantic about the entirety of what they went through. What stood out was every small, ordinary, unpleasant moment they endured just for the right to live another day.

#3 - Box

Most people had a box of their favorite expletives. Rusca had a fucking baul.

#4 - View

He exchanges seats at the breakfast table with Jose, so he’s face to face with the new girl who doesn’t laugh at his jokes.

#5 - Strength

“Eduardo Rusca.”

“Leriang Sentido.”

“I know you,” he says, because it’s impossible not to by now. “You’re Rafael Sentido’s sister.”

Something flashes in her eyes, and if he were standing, he thinks he would have stepped backwards. “No, you don’t know me. I’m Leriang Sentido.”

#6 - Ice

“It’s just so rare that someone can resist your charms,” Jose says a week in, clearly enjoying the show.

Rusca is glowering at him. “Well, she’s a rare person, I’ll grant you that.”

#7 - Dance

“Maybe instead of breaking down her walls, you should try to understand why they exist,” Jose had advised him. So he spends today staying out of her way, trying to find vantage points where he can watch her.

By nightfall, she’s the one who’s watching him.

#8 - Promise

“You swear not to tell anyone about this,” Rusca says through gritted teeth, as she squeezes aloe sap onto the sunburn marks on his back.

“I swear,” Leriang says, and he thinks she might be smirking but his neck burns too much for him to turn and check.

It’s the first of many secrets they will keep together.

#9 - Wait

He likes to think he’s quick on his feet. She likes to inform him he’s just rash, and impatient, and por dios, por santo, Rusca, I told you so.

#10 - Candle

He doesn’t mind studying by candlelight, but he tries to read everything he needs before sunset so it takes longer to deplete his stash.

The following night, she runs out of candles.

He discovers he doesn’t mind studying by moonlight.

#11 - Talent

Somewhere in the Academia was a piece of paper detailing the weekly outcomes of the ongoing bet on Rusca and Sentido’s shooting scores.

#12 - Talk

They get to know each other best on the nights they’re on patrol; their feet trace the perimeter, their words map out their souls.

#13 - Dream

“If it weren’t for the war, I’d be a baker,” he confides. “I’d run my father’s panaderia and eat as much as I’d sell. And you?”

“If it weren’t for the war,” she replies, “I would know.”

#14 - Mask

I’m literally wearing somebody else’s face, Rusca thinks with a scowl as he trudges his way to the river.

#15 - Run

He admired the sight of her when she ran, all clean lines and sure steps and braid flying in the wind, but he never fully appreciated the reality of it until she was running to him.

#16 - Storm

They say like called to like, so maybe it was the rushing water of the river that called her tears to the surface, the current of emotion sweeping them both away.

#17 - Farewells

She had been terrified of the idea of her brother dying, which is why she had refused to say goodbye, and later regretted it. Now she’s twice as paranoid, because bidding Rusca goodbye so they would regret nothing if they died meant accepting that was a possibility.

#18 - Fall

He got tossed off his horse’s back when he was a young rider, and he remembered the shock of suddenly being aloft, the thrill of almost believing he could fly, and dreading the bone-crushing thud of the landing he knew would eventually come.

Being in love with Leriang was much the same.

#19 - Wings

If she only allowed it, her heart could probably soar above the mountaintops and leave the misery of the trenches behind—and that is the precise reason why she doesn’t.

#20 - Temptation

Jose is away for the night, and he’s miserably proud of his effort to resist inviting her into their hut.

She undoes it all by coming anyway.

#21 - Midnight

“Mahal kita,” she says after several minutes of silence, testing the words out on her tongue.

He responds with a resounding snore, and she lets out the breath she’s holding.

Maybe that’s just as well.

#22 - World

American, Spaniard, Filipino—they sweated and cried and bled out when they died all the same. To Rusca, it didn’t matter what color your balls were if they didn’t keep you alive in the trenches.

#23 - Laugh

He laughs in the face of death. Some people feel like he’s stupid, he’s annoying, he’s disrespectful, he’s crazy.

“That’s fine with me,” he tells her when she points it out to him. “The important thing is that they no longer feel fear.”

#24 – Cover

They cut through the chaos of their invaded campsite back to back, and though this is the closest to the enemy they have ever been, neither of them are afraid.

#25 - Fire

One moment she was a girl with a long, thick braid, the next she was a human candle with a burning wick.

#26 - Drink

Leriang teases him all the time about his habit of pilfering the heneral’s unfinished drinks; he retorts that maybe military brilliance rubs off on people that way and he’s not taking any chances.

#27 - Music

He’s heard her sing, of course, but he prefers the arpeggio of her laughter.

#28 – Gravity

The first time she met Gregorio del Pilar was also the first time she saw Rusca in that crisp white undershirt she liked so much, and the distinction in how the two images appealed to her was the only reason Del Pilar figured in the memory at all.

#29 - Formal

She imagines him, just the one time, in the white dress uniform Roman and Luna wear to cabinet meetings.

#30 - Eclipse

She slides up his body slowly, slowly, until the crown of her head blots out the sun completely and her lips, wet with his arousal, crash down on his.

#31 - Silk

In her hands, she thinks of him as silk wrapped around steel; in her, he thinks of her as silk enveloping velvet.

#32 - Body

They were never more aware of each other’s anatomy as that time during roll call when they belatedly realized they had accidentally exchanged uniforms.

#33 - Sacred

They are married in naught but their uniforms and flowers picked from the summer fields, bound by the two things they believed most in—duty and hope.

#34 - Forever

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal kita.”

“Mahal. Kita.”

“Mahal.”

“Kita.”

#35 – Highway

It’s a long ride to Cabanatuan, and already Rusca has finished off three pieces of suman, cussed out the Spanish, led the regiment in a ribald marching song, cussed out the Americans, none too quietly declared that he loved her (no less than seven times), cussed out the Kawit brigade, and made the heneral laugh and Koronel Roman frown disapprovingly and Joven blush and Kumandante Bernal roll his eyes and Jose turn to her and ask what a nabo was.

She loves him, but dear God, can’t they just get there already—

#36 - Red

Red like the sky over Cabanatuan, red like blood, red like the traitors’ clothes.

#37 - Overwhelmed

He could say that he ran out of options, that they outnumbered him, that the wise thing to do was cooperate until he could get away from his captors (all true), but the fact was that he just didn’t know what else to do.

#38 - Silence

About the bodies of Heneral Luna and Koronel Roman, everyone had a story to tell, but as for the whereabouts of Kapitan Rusca, no one could give her an answer.

#39 - Journey

For many nights, Leriang didn’t know whether to wish he had not gone at all or that she had gone and perished with them.

#40 - Hope

Until there’s a body to bury, her hopes refuse to die.

#41 - Whisper

The younger Nable Jose girl is soft-spoken, but she might as well have been shouting the words in Leriang’s face—RUSCA’S ALIVE, RUSCA’S ALIVE, RUSCA’S ALIVE.

#42 - Lock

As the Nable Jose girl fumbles for the key, it hits her like a full chamber of bullets that this door is all that stands between them now.

#43 - Fever

In his delirious haze, this is what he lets slip: “Leriang.”

In his wildest dreams, this is what he doesn’t expect to hear: “Yes?”

#44 – Breathe

Leriang’s heart might as well have stopped beating and Rusca’s ribs are too broken for a full breath, but the moment that their hands touch again is the one where they both return to life.

#45 - Search

They shot Jose in the middle of a busy plaza, with dozens of townspeople milling about under the bright noontime sun.

Huddled close in their unassuming little hut in the middle of the night, she’s sure someone will come for them too.

#46 - Forgotten

There were five candles on the stoop when she wakes on Undas morning.

“Your brother too,” he explains.

#47 - Lies

By chance, they see Aguinaldo one last time before the country falls to America.

In the thick of the crowd they grip each other’s hand tightly, both holding the other back from putting a bullet through the president’s false heart.

#48 – Unknown

“What will you do now? He asks one evening as she carries in the last of their wares. The smell of the bread he made himself comforts him after years of being followed by the stench of death.

He knows though, that the absence of it disorients her. “I suppose we’ll find out.”

#49 - Cold

“Cold,” Rusca would tell the man who had come asking him what Pangasinan had been like decades later, remembering the hard stone floor beneath his knees and the steel shackles around his wrists as he prayed for daylight.

#50 - Memory

She urges him to do the interview. “So the whole world can remember,” she reasons. “And we can finally forget.”

#eduardo rusca #leriang sentido #lunasona #my fic #mine

[artradhikita]

The time I started writing a comic book / graphic novel (Part 3 of idk how many, this may take a while LOL)

This is Part 3.

Click here for Part 2:

https://artradhikita.tumblr.com/post/618741007439314944/the-time-i-started-writing-a-comic-book-graphic

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@azonip​ So at this point in the story I introduce a new character. Her name is Shyamali and she’s Alex’s girlfriend. She’s Indian, obviously, because how could I write a story and not have a character representing my birthplace? duh!

Here are the sketches I did for her character.

Unfortunately, her character is such a cliche Indian girl it hurts to read XD

Also, here you find out that Alex and his friends are in a band! Because bands are cool, so why not? XD

Copy-paste of the original first draft:

alex is with a young woman. they are walking in the park, it's a sunny afternoon.

alex: how was your week?

shyamali: it was okay, but i couldn't wait to see you. why do you have to live so far away from seattle?

alex: it's only an hour and a half's drive away.

shyamali: i missed you.

alex: same. *leans forward and kisses her* you look beautiful, by the way.

shyamali: *blushes* thanks.....umm, listen alex. i need to tell you something.

alex: what's up?

shyamali: it's my parents. *sighs* they've got this crazy idea that young indian women shouldn't date....anyone. especially handsome white guys like you.

alex: oh.

shyamali: i haven't told them about us, i know they would freak out. i mean, they would be upset if i was seeing an indian guy, they'd say that it was improper and that if i wanted to be with a man i should ask them to arrange my marriage. *alex laughs* i know....but if they found out i was going out with a non-indian, well, it'd be like the end of the world for them...i'd never hear the last of it. my dad would forbid it.

alex: forbid it? but you're 21, and you're a mature and responsible adult. shouldn't you be able to make your own decisions?

shyamali: hmph! i wish. traditionally, indian girls don't get to choose who they spend the rest of their life with, that decision is made by their parents. and my parents are very traditional.  i mean, i could just tell them to back off and let me be independent and all that, but it would cause a huge fight followed by awkwardness and more arguments and.....oh it'd just be a huge mess! *covers her face with her hands*

alex: i understand. i can relate. *moves her hands from her face and holds them* my father wanted me to join the army and become a general like him. it took me 17 years until i finally stood up to him.

shyamali: i don't think i'm ready for that. *looks up at him* but i love you....i don't want to lose you. the only way around this is if we keep our relationship a secret.

alex: okay, we'll do that then. anything to keep you with me.

they embrace

alex: *thinking: i'm glad you told me that shyamali, it's perfect. i thought i would have to break up with you to keep you safe from rafa and his gang. i know they would hurt you to try to get to me. but this way i get to keep you in my life without letting them know how much you mean to me. if we're both pretending we're not together they won't suspect us. i know the best thing to do for your safety would be to push you away from me, but i love you too much. i guess i'm just selfish.*

end.

a month later

alex is at home on the phone to lucy.

lucy over the phone: seriously! she's driving me nuts! she's talking about hooking me up with her friend's son so we can go to the prom together. i told her the prom isn't for another 2 months!  she keeps complaining that i'm too much of a tomboy and i should get a boyfriend! please just let me come over for spring break. i can't have mom breathing down my neck like this all week!

alex: i can't. i'm really busy. i've got work, and a gig in seattle on friday.

lucy: i won't get in the way, i promise. please alex, you've gotta get me out of here. i beg you.

alex: i don't know. *thinking: it was dangerous enough having you here for 2 weeks in the winter. what if they notice you and try to hurt you?*

myrina: come on alex, the poor girl needs a break. i'll look after her if you're so worried. she'll be with me the whole time, i promise.

alex: okay, fine. *lucy rejoices* but you can't go running around like a wild child. you've gotta be responsible and stick to myrina.

lucy: no problem. i'll be an angel, you won't regret this i swear. thank you so much. see you soon!

alex: okay, bye. *hangs up* dammit. i can't have her coming around every chance she gets. it's too risky.

quan: lighten up dude. rafa's guys don't know where we live. she'll be safe here.

myrina: yeah. besides, she's a tough kid, she could handle them if it came to that.

alex: it's not going to come to that! and you're going to make sure, myrina, just like you promised. she's a skilled fighter, i know because i taught her, but she can't take rafa or any of his guys. they're too powerful. i don't want her involved in any of this. so everyone is going to have to pretend to be normal people, just like last time. okay?

myrina, ralph, quan, kai: ooookay.

end.

2 days later

lucy is at the brotherhood's house doing yoga in the back yard. when she's finished she begins climbing the redwood tree and kai enters.

kai: hi lucy, what are you up to?

lucy: *looks down* oh! good morning! just the daily exercise.

kai: ummmm, you might want to get down from there, if the wind blows you'll be knocked off and fall 30 feet.

lucy: jeez, kai, i'm not that light.

lucy keeps climbing, a breeze blows and the tree begins to sway. lucy gasps and embraces the tree until it stops moving and then starts to swiftly climb down.

kai: *laughing* i told you! believe me, i had to learn that one the hard way.

lucy: what, you fell 30 feet?

kai: almost. it's good to see you again. how about some fighting practice? just you and me, one on one.

lucy: *hops down from a branch* you're joking right? aren't you afraid? or have you forgotten that i'm a trained ninja? i would totally kick your ass!

kai: oh really? well prove it, kid!

lucy: *glares* don't call me "kid"!

lucy attacks kai, who blocks her. the two fight for a minute and lucy is floored. she gets up.

lucy: okay, you're better than i thought. i've been going easy on you, but not anymore!

kai: *laughs* you forgot that i've been your brother's best friend since we were 5. don't you think he would have taught me some of his skills?

lucy: that's fine, but i'm still going to kick your ass!

the two combat each other again, more fiercely. but they are very well matched and neither of them can get at the other. kai suddenly grabs her from behind and wraps his arms around her, locking her own arms to her body. lucy struggles to get free but kai is too strong.

kai: now what are you going to do? you can't move your arms and i'm too strong for you to throw down. i guess i win!

lucy: no you don't! you can't hold me here forever. you're just stalling.

kai: not necessarily. you see, this leaves your neck completely unprotected. if i were a vampire this would be my chance to kill you. *pretends to bite her neck*

lucy: *heart beating quickly* *looks at him* vampires? really kai? come on, what are you, 12?

kai laughs and lets go of her. lucy suddenly attacks kai and he falls to the ground on his back.

lucy: ha! told you! *walks away victoriously*

kai smiles and looks up at the clouds. he sighs.

end.

lucy is in the kitchen cooking. kai and myrina enter.

kai: whoa, something smells good. i didn't know you cook?

lucy: now you know.

myrina: what are you making? can we get some of that?

lucy: lasagna and cream of broccoli soup. there's plenty, i thought you guys might be interested.

kai: lasagna sounds good, i'm not so sure about the broccoli soup though.

lucy: oh believe me, after you've tasted my broccoli soup you'll be begging for more. *myrina tries to suppress her laughter* besides, it's alex's favorite. i always made it for him back home in san francisco.

kai: that's nice of you. i'm sure he'll appreciate it.

lucy: it's the least i can do after everything he's done for me.

myrina: yeah, alex has done a lot for all of us. *kai and myrina look at each other*

lucy: how did you meet him? i know kai's been friends with him since they were in 1st grade.

myrina: umm...*she looks uncomfortable* my brother and i went to uc santa cruz with him. that's how we met.

lucy: did you have any classes with him?

myrina: uhh, no we just kinda bumped into each other. oh hang on, i'm getting a call. i'll be right back. *she quickly exits*

lucy: i didn't hear her phone ring.

kai: how come you know ninjitsu?

lucy: my brother taught me. i didn't exactly fit in with the other school kids, i was a real tomboy and i used to get in a lot of fights. i got really beaten up once when i was 10, i stupidly tried to take on this big bully. that's when my brother started teaching me. when he left to go to college i continued practicing by myself. he would teach me new moves whenever he  visited.

kai: yeah, he taught me how to fight too. i used to get bullied in school for being a native american adopted by german immigrants, *laughs* but he always stood up for me. he helped me become strong. i went through some difficult changes when i was a teenager, but he was always there, helping me through them. he's a real warrior, you know.

lucy: not that he had much of a choice. my dad put him in boot camp every summer since he was 8. he had to fight to go to college, the only reason my dad let him go was because he made alex promise that after he graduated he would join the army.

kai: i know.

lucy: if my dad hadn't died the next year alex would probably be fighting somewhere in the middle east. i'm glad he's free to follow his dreams now.

kai: i know your father wasn't very kind to you, but do you resent him that much?

lucy: my father resented me just because i was a girl. i have better reasons to resent him than he did. all my life i tried so hard to please him, i would even dress like a boy so he would like me, but he never noticed or cared. my mom, on the other hand, hated how i was a tomboy and never stopped trying to make me girly. i realized i would never be able to please my parents, so i stopped trying. alex was the only one who taught me to believe in myself. he always looked out for me and protected me. but sometimes i think he might be a bit too over-protective.

kai: that's only 'cause he cares. *smiles*

lucy: i know.

kai: so, how about some broccoli soup?

end.

it's night time. lucy is in a crowded hall watching her brother and friends onstage. she's in the front row looking at alex. he is singing and playing the lead guitar, kai plays bass guitar and sings backup. ralph plays the drums, quan plays the keyboard, and myrina alternates between a harmonica, eukelele, shakers, and a saxophone, depending on what each song requires. when the band is done, lucy claps the loudest. the crowd begins to thin and she gets onstage to help them pack up.

lucy: that was great! i can't believe i never saw you guys perform before.

myrina: i know, and your own brother started this band.

lucy: you're really multi-talented myrina.

myrina: thanks, i think i have the most fun out of all of us. *laughs*

a young indian woman approaches the stage and alex pulls her up. they kiss. everyone looks.

alex: guys, this is shyamali, my girlfriend. shyamali, this is kai, ralph, myrina, quan, and my little sister lucy.

lucy: "little"?!?! *she smiles and shakes shyamali's hand* you have a really beautiful name.

shyamali: thank you. it's nice to finally meet you. your brother talks about you all the time.

lucy: really? *grins at alex*

ralph: girlfriend, huh? since when?

shyamali: uhh, we're kind of keeping it a secret. my parents are a bit weird about certain things. *looks at alex*

myrina whispers to ralph: no wonder alex kept it quiet. he stresses out enough about having lucy around, i'm sure he's worried about her too.

ralph nods.

a group of girls approach the stage and flirt with kai, who flirts back. one of them goes up to ralph.

girl: gosh, you must have really strong arms to play those drums like that.

myrina: those strong arms only go around me, so back off missy! *glares with arms crossed*

girl: okay! jeez.

the girl leaves, the other girls chat to kai and quan, and kai leaves with a girl on his arm. lucy glares behind him.

shyamali: don't worry, i doubt he actually likes her. some men just need to have that sort of thing to feel better about themselves.

lucy: huh? worried? i'm not worried! i don't care if he likes her or not. where'd you get that impression?

shyamali: oh! i dunno, i just...i mean...ummm...

lucy: please, i don't think about him that way. i know what he's like. he doesn't do it to feel better about himself, he's cocky as hell. he does it because he can. he's never had problems with girls, they seem to just offer themselves up to him. but not me! and if he thinks he can flirt around with me, he's wrong! i really don't care about him. so he's wasting his time. *crosses her arms and frowns*

shyamali: okaaay...hey how about getting a sandwich with me or something while these guys finish packing up?

lucy: i'm a vegetarian.

shyamali: yeah, so am i. that's why i said a sandwich, not a burger.

lucy: oh. sorry. hey cool! i never met another one until now.

shyamali: really? i know tons. i can teach you how to make lots of vegetarian dishes if you like. most of them indian of course.

lucy: i love cooking! that would be great.

they walk out together.

quan: looks like lucy found her soulmate. *chuckles*

end.

it is morning time. alex is in his car and is dropping lucy off at the station.

lucy: thanks for the ride big brother. and thanks for letting me stay with you again. i really appreciate you rescuing me from mom.

alex: you're welcome. but you know you can't keep running away from your problems. if you really feel that badly about the way mom treats you, you should stand up to her. don't let her dictate your life. besides, i can't keep hiding you here.

lucy: i know. i'll try to be strong like you. i promise next time she bothers me i'll stand up for myself.

alex: good. i love you very much, and i don't want you to rely on me for your happiness. you should be happy living with mom, or wherever you are. goodbye. take care of yourself.

lucy: bye alex. you too.

lucy gets on the bus and waves to alex. the bus pulls away and alex drives off.

a hooded man sits in a car and watches alex drive away. he starts the engine and follows the bus.

end.

#story #storytelling #original story #infantile storytelling #first draft #original character #original comic #original writing #original art #my oc art #oc #indian #indian girl #cliche #webcomics #comics #web comics #comicart #graphic novel #comic book script #script #traditional art #traditional media #traditional illustration #concept art #character art #radhika art

[rubyventure]

Splinters In The Fire - Chapter Two: Serendipity

Summary: Life is strange in Riverdale. 8 Months ago Jughead Jones’ best friend Toni Topaz dissapeared. When he’s about to get shot, Betty can safe him by rewinding the time. Together they start to investigate the vanishing of Toni Topaz.

Finally back with a new chapter!

So this chapter mainly gives us more background story. We'll get into the bigger plot next chapter, I promise! But I hope you'll like this chapter anyways! <3

THANK YOU @allskynostars. You're the best beta I could ask for <3

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When Betty left Southside High last week, she swore to herself that she’d just forget about everything that happened. It had been one week now, and she had been doing a pretty bad job at forgetting. Mainly because every time Alice Cooper barged into her room trying to force Betty to take her pills, she felt the urge to rewind time to get away from her overbearing mother.

She didn’t use her new skill like that, though. But she did try it from time to time during the week. Sometimes just to catch something that was supposed to fall on the floor. But she also used it in school, when she couldn’t concentrate on the things the teacher said. She would rewind the time to take proper notes. The whole thing really had some positive sides.

The bad thing was that she felt exhausted every time she used that skill. And she still had no clue why she could rewind the time suddenly. Sometimes she wondered if this was all just a bad dream. But then she would pinch herself, and when she felt the pain, she knew she was awake. In school many people had asked her (let’s face it, mainly Veronica and Kevin), if she was alright. Betty didn’t have the heart to tell anybody what was happening with her. She just told them she was exhausted from learning and writing for the Blue and Gold, and people believed her. Everybody believed what sweet little Betty Cooper said, with her cute smile.

Today she had to go back to Southside High. Which meant she had to face the events of last week again, and that didn’t help her mood at all. But of course, she would go. She had a responsibility to teach and help those kids. Betty Cooper never let down anybody. Not even if she was sick.

So the blonde got into the car with her mother and let her drive to Southside High. “Call me when you’re ready, Betty. I don’t want you to walk around the Southside alone.” Betty nodded and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes Mum, of course.” she said it with a smile, but everything inside her wanted to scream. ‘Only a few more months’, she thought. Then she’d go to New York and she’d never return to this goddamn town and her overbearing mother.

It didn’t take her long to get to the classroom where her students were waiting for her. Concentrating on the kids helped her to forget about everything that happened here last week. At least for a short amount of time. But there was one thing that she didn’t want to forget, besides everything. She saved Jughead Jones’ life. And she would do it again, if necessary.

Time went by very quick today, so she packed her things and left the classroom after all the kids had been picked up by their parents. She left the classroom with a smile, but that smile froze when she saw a bunch of older students lurking in the hall. She had to pass them if she wanted to get to the exit. The blonde prayed that none of them would notice her, because they tended to tease her when they did. She had met them before. And it always ended up with her being completely embarrassed, her nails digging into her palms.

Today luck wasn’t exactly on her side. "Yo, Cooper. Wanna learn how to ride? I could show you some moves on my bike!" One of the guys said while the others were laughing. Betty bit her lip and tried to ignore them, but they blocked her way. "Not even an answer? That's rude pretty girl. I'm just being nice." The guy lifted his hand and took one of her blond strands between his fingers. "You could use some lectures, eh?" Betty froze. This was disgusting. But she wasn't able to do or say anything.

"Leave her alone Mantle. Stop being a dick and get to the Wyrm. Viper is waiting for you." Betty looked behind her, knowing the voice all too well. It was Jughead Jones. He wore black jeans, a burgundy sweater under his leather jacket and of course his trademark beanie. Relief rushed through her body when she saw him.

"You won't let us have any fun, Jones" the guy who Jughead had called Mantle snorted.

"You can have fun with your girlfriend. How about that?" Jughead huffed in response, his blue eyes locked with Betty's. He knew exactly what she needed. She needed a focus to get through this situation. And with locking their eyes, he gave her exactly that.

With another annoyed sigh from the guy, they were finally left alone. "I'm sorry." Jughead said. "He can be a little bit of an asshole sometimes." Betty sighed and shook her head.

"Sometimes? He's always like that when I have the pleasure of seeing him." She still felt uncomfortable and her whole body was tense. The dark haired boy seemed to notice and took a step towards her.

"Hey, he's gone now.” She just nodded in response, taking in Jugheads presence. He had always helped her to calm down. He didn’t even have to say or do anything, he could just stand next to her and it would help her. And this was something that hadn’t changed at all, even after all these years. Betty sighed and looked up to Jughead.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…It doesn’t matter. Why did he even listen to you?” she trailed off and bit her lip again. Jughead shrugged and smiled slightly.

“It’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation. Well, my dad is still running the gang from prison. They think of me as the second in command or something like that…” Jughead told her, while playing with a loose strand of hair that had escaped his beanie. “Sometimes it comes in handy.” Then he paused, looking at her, searching for the right words. “But it’s great to see you.”

Betty flashed him a smile and nodded in agreement. “It’s great to see you too. And thank you. For helping me out, I mean.” She paused, looking around before speaking again. “Can I buy you a burger and a milkshake? To make it up to you?” She asked, rushing through the words, her face all flushed. Jughead couldn’t help himself. He chuckled and nodded.

“You still know the way to my heart” He answered, making Betty blush even more.

“Shut up, Jones.” she responded as she started walking. She could hear him laugh behind her, but she ignored it.

Once they left the school she stopped walking, not really sure of what to do now. She hadn’t thought things through. “Well, my mother brought me here with her car. I guess we have to walk now.” she said, clearing her throat.

“Or we could take my bike.” Jughead suggested, walking straight to it and offering her a second helmet just a few moments later. Betty sighed. It was strange to see him with a bike. This was not the Jughead she knew from back then. But somehow she was curious to learn more about this new Jughead and his life in those past five years.

So she got on his bike, holding on tightly while they were driving, because she was really quite scared. Sitting behind Jughead, she couldn’t see the small smile that played on his lips the whole drive. Once they arrived at Pops’ they chose a booth and sat down, facing each other. After they ordered Jughead looked at her, taking in her appearance. She was still beautiful. And she still seemed to be the nice girl next door she had always been. But something seemed off. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but something had changed. He crossed his arms, letting them rest on the table.

“So, how’s everything?” he asked, his tone sincere. “You’re still friends with Archie?” Betty grimaced, but she smiled.

“Yeah, still friends with Archie. I’m fine, thanks. I’m spending most of my time with learning and writing for the Blue and Gold. And listening to my best friends monologs about fashion and Archie.” Jughead raised an eyebrow at her words.

“Still the future journalist I see.” he said with a light smile, before clearing his throat. “So, you’re best friends pining after your boyfriend?” he asked, grimacing after he relealised what he just said. But he had always assumed Betty and Archie would end up together. The perfect girl next door and the all american boy. It was a match made in heaven. Wasn’t it? “Sorry...that...sorry.” he shrugged.

Betty shook her head and sighed. “No, it’s fine. Archie’s not my boyfriend by the way. Veronica, my best friend…she’s his girlfriend. But that’s totally fine. I’m happy for them.” Betty answered his question. She meant it, and Jughead could hear it in her voice. She was fine with it. For a moment they both remained silent, their eyes locked again. Blue and green, the only thing they both could see for a few moments. But the silence was disturbed by the waitress serving them their burgers and their milkshakes. It made Betty feel kind of disappointed and left her quite confused. She cleared her throat, ignoring her blushing cheeks.

After the waitress was gone, Betty studied Jugheads face. She still couldn’t forget what she saw last week. Jughead lying there in his own blood, after he got shot by Jason...the image would be stuck in her head forever. Seeing him alive and biting into his burger made her happy. She was relieved to see him like this, right in front of her. And he looked good. Although there was a certain sadness in his eyes.

Maybe that had something to do with the girl he and Jason were talking about. She wanted answers. But she didn’t want to rush anything. Also, she didn’t want to make Jughead suspicious. ‘Baby steps’, she told herself.

“How about you?” she asked softly. Jughead shrugged.

“I’m fine. The foster family is nice and all…I’m living a 80s gang movie.” he answered, his voice shaded with sarcasm, while he took another bite from his burger. Now it was Betty’s turn to raise her eyebrow, although she didn’t say anything. But Jughead knew she wanted to know more, she wanted an honest answer.

“What? You know I can’t tune down the sarcasm sometimes.” He sighed before going on. “Dad’s still in prison and mom is long gone. But it’s okay. I have the foster family and the Serpents. They all look after me.”

“But something is bothering you.” Betty stated. Jughead was amazed by that, and for a moment he couldn’t say a word. He just looked at her, he even stopped eating. It was almost frightening how well she knew him. Even after all these years. Little did he know that Betty had witnessed his argument with Jason one week prior. But she hadn’t forgotten. And now she felt like she would finally get some answers, that’s why she had to ask.

“My best friend, Toni Topaz, went missing 8 months ago. I have no clue where she is.” He couldn’t lie to her. They never have been like that. Even when they were kids they never hid anything from each other. And he figured he wouldn’t start now.  The blonde grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered and he nodded. He knew she meant it, and he didn’t want pity anyways. He never wanted pity, it made him feel weak. What he wanted were answers. But no one in this town even cared about a girl from the Southside. That was what he wanted to tell Betty, when she squeezed his hand.

But before he could say anything, Betty gasped, looking into the distance with a vacant expression. Like she went somewhere else in her mind.

“Betty?” She was still holding his hand, but now she gripped him like she was drowning, causing him to wince a little. “Betts? What is it?” he asked, nearly freaking out because she wasn't answering him. It took nearly five minutes until she was with him again.

“You alright?” he gave her a concerned look. Betty was pale, her breath uneasy. The blonde shut her eyes for a short moment, trying to decide how much she could tell him. She could feel his thumb slowly making circles on the back of her hand, trying to comfort her. He didn’t push her to say anything. And she was more than grateful for that. But it was his voice that made her open her eyes again.

“What the fuck?” he asked, almost choking on his own words. He was looking out of the window, frowning at the sight that presented itself outside. It was snowing, although it was way too warm outside for that. “What’s with the weather? First it’s fall over night and now snow, when the sun is shining and it’s way too warm?” Jughead shook his head.

“I have no clue” Betty responded her voice shaking. What was going on? The weather was crazy. And she felt like she was crazy, too. Another vision had haunted her a few minutes ago. She found herself in the woods again, running towards Pops neon signs, only to face the storm again. After that she snapped out of it, looking at Jughead, her heart beating heavily in her chest. She needed to tell somebody. She couldn’t handle all this craziness by herself.

“But there’s something you should know...“

As you may have noticed I had more content planned for this chapter, but I had to cut it, cause I want to stick to ca. 2000 words per chapter. And this seemed like a good scene to make a cut. Next time, we'll start investigating together folks! <3

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#bughead #bughead fanfiction #Life is strange AU #my fic #multi chapter #splinters in the fire

[dancekickboxcardio]

Hmmmm... 🤔 How do you this?

I decided to write 🖊 my execution of today’s work out 💪🏾 🏃🏼‍♀️ routine. I have been up pretty early and I have not completed my nights 🌃 rest 😌 . Yes, I am going back to bed 🛌 . Surprise 😮, I have no bad hips. I was holding on to the grab bars treadmill. It was a difficult adjustment coming from a three day 📆 sit. I was dragging my feet and a touch lazy. But I did what I need to do to establish a tone. I measured myself. Ah, 📏I should totally do the body stats thing and I don’t mean just weight. The size and proportion. Thick legs 🦵🏾.

I got to catch up with some of my gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 friends. I asked them about their plans for the holiday 🎄. It’s still two weeks off and yet it is fast 💨 approaching. I am waiting for the week to move along so I have my allowance 💵. I am bad. Vie, can you focus your attention on other stuff. But I love ❤️ shoes, make up 💄, clothes 👗, bag 💼. The sad 😢 part is I am getting essentials. They don’t have to be expensive 💲💲💲💲💲 and I am aware of that. But you have to realize great function when you see one. You totally can realize and be like the price you pay is commensurates the product that you are getting. Even then, I don’t pay retail. However, let’s face it. High end Lululemon is not going to put it on sale 🏷 and really it is a novelty item that I need now. I know I am annoying 😒 . It’s more than durable. Like many things I would like to be reminded that life must be enjoyed 😊 slow. Relish the time spent working on self. How many people do you thing have that? Develop not on the constraints society tells you. You dictate your terms (because you can). Merry Christmas 🎁. I have my water 💦 bottle but I got distracted to making my espresso ☕️ . Someone is training Jajamoose to have yogurt 🍦. I was having my early breakfast 🥞 snack. He loves 💕 it and he’ll be in your face at every turn.

I am not turning on podcast 🎙. But I am painting my nails 💅🏾. I would like to provide my commentaries on pictures 📸 . Artsy farsy. But that defeats the purpose of impressions right. Let’s break it down segment by.

I had a morning ☀️ similar to today. I was up at 600a and couldn’t go back to bed easily. I got up had a yogurt 🍦 and my espresso to jump start my system. I sat in my chaise 🛋 studying 🤓 👩🏼‍💻 American Constitution. I finished the four week lectures which is the equivalent of 1/8 of a semester’s course work. Maybe even less. But the condense materials 📑are nevertheless robust. I am getting a certificate 📜 . I love ❤️ collecting tokens ✨ of accomplishments apart from lipsticks 💄, blushes and eyeliners 👛.

He is sticking with me this morning. It must be the yogurt 🍦. Although he has been extra sweet 😻 lately. Then, I see him bossing his older bro’s around 😆.

I need to change my sheets.

I don’t seem to like the chicken 🍗 that I made. It needs more salt and I would love ❤️ the crispy coating. But I am eating 🍽. I’m not going to throw it away. I saw that duck 🦆 and turkey 🦃 were on sale in the grocery 🛒. But I calculated the cost of an entire weight of meat 🥩 it’s a lot. I chose not to have a gourmet meal 👩🏼‍🍳. I can almost taste 😋 the orange 🍊 glaze. I was prepped early. My Mom interrupted my sleep 😴 for a schedule 🗓 change. It was resolved. I had lunch 🍴 early and at 600p, yes I was hungry 😋 for dinner in my cool down stretches 🙆🏼‍♀️ .

Police 🚔 was in as I walked. He opened the door 🚪. I wanted to see if it was the same officer who took my report. I said hi 👋🏾 to Joe who checked me in. I smiled at the Frozen display. “Let it go. Let it go.” ❄️ I missed K. There was a new gal at the desk. I haven’t started my work out 💪🏾 🏃🏼‍♀️ and my hair is already disheveled. I looked 👀 sweaty 🥵 exhausted too. I sat in the sauna 🧖🏼‍♀️ to literally warm up my muscles. I wanted to take a picture where I was sitting and put the bag 💼 I have my eyes 👀 on. Just being silly 🙃.

I went upstairs and I didn’t take a shot of the inbody. I saw Molly and commented on having cookies 🍪. I wanted to tell her that I had some graham crackers covered in white chocolate 🍫. I tried a little bit restrained. Then, I saw Lane. I didn’t recognize him because he was in regular clothes and he was as I told him going out wild 🌲. I discovered that he was going to California for a competition. I went deep. I was like, “ have a passion for something.” Somehow I was able to complain about my tote 👜 that smelled 👃🏾 like hospital 🏥 after I smelled tea 🍵 on it last week 🗓. I don’t remem the transition. But I bid him good luck 🍀. “California. California. California.” 🎶 OC theme song. Obsessive Compulsive. Speaking of which I forgot to sanitize my mat. Freak out. It’/ cold and flu season and my nose is always running. I feel ok this morning. Thank God. Imma do moderate. No, like what I was randomly 💭 thinking in the treadmill, 90 minutes sustained cardio ❤️. Did I tell you guys how bad I was. My body was behind. Out of condition after not being in the health club for 3 days. As a result it has a steep slope. I mean mentally I wasn’t there. I wasn’t up for it and I didn’t want to weather. It was easy peasy lemon 🍋 squeezy. I decided to do the usual, make it harder but with assist. My hands 🤚🏾 where on the grab bars the entire time.

I actually decided to do moderate Tuesday. I usually charge hard esp that I am well-rested and have the energies ⚡️. I decided to warm up slow and conserve what I have to finish the week. I am not looking at it day by day. I see it in the entirety and make some sort of ways to make sure I completed ✔️ another straight 5 days of 7. Day 2 today. I wasn’t able to fill up all the blanks in my worksheet 🗒because I had no pen 🖊 in the café. I thought 💭 I kept one in my 🎒 backpack. I did back. I am not as sore. I still feel my back legs 🦵🏾 taut. I am thinking 🤔 perhaps it wasn’t the personal training session on the area. It Cardioing the Right way 👟 . My legs are now actually doing the work no hands on the bars. I wished I had a journal 📓. It would be nice not to be laser focus. Be distracted, disorderly and doing output instead on focusing input. Everybody was very aware at how they relate to the space. They were all in attention. Well others stiffer than others. But I smiled 😃 a lot. Ian was there. For some reason he came off strict and nasty mean yesterday. Just yesterday. Impatient? He’s usually the funny 😆 approachable easy going one. I love 💗 the new book 📚. I wanted to take notes on the further reads at the back book 📖 cover. But it was a mind blowing 🤯 topic. I am so eager to follow along. I had bits and pieces. I think 🤔 the Outrace area is pretty cool 😎. There was a girl she hung in one of the grab bars. I was always bad at monkey 🐒 bars. I wondered to myself why I chose the band instead of the TRX things. It came first to me and also I had to make sure I am not whooped the next day. I was ill-at-ease with my forms. Vie, that’s the idea 💡 . I have to make sure I am doing it correctly. I keep on checking my behind and make sure I am not displaying my old Victoria’s Secrets and my moon 🌝 buns.

Ugh 😑, it doesn’t always have to be the same way. Life is not in a well-controlled cog. At least for me. I keep running to the bathroom. Vie, more than the liquids and some fear at the back of your mind your belly. Yeah, I know. At least I get to freshen up and reapply make up. There was this guy who made eye contact with me and lingered. Yeah, I was malicious. Defense. Defense. 👏🏾 I put some lotion 🧴 as my lack of gloves 🧤 makes my hands dry sensitive. Also, the towels are softer and easier on the skin. Yeah, I noticed. Mariah explained to me that they have new towels and soap 🧼. Since we are at it, my water 💦 from the tap taste like peppery. I was like, is it coming from what I ate like lingering taste 😛. Weirdo. That’s my name for Mark Consuelo. I hope 🤞🏾 he doesn’t think me mean and rude and insulting. I am not catcalling him at all. Yeah. Yeah. I am just being nice.

I didn’t get a shot of my area. It was too busy at least to my perception. A lot is going on. Hysterical 😩. Vie, cool 😎 cub. I should take off my headphones 🎧 to stress 😬 me out tension. I like my listening 👂🏾 pleasure. But ok. I’ll work with on earpiece today for the heck. The suave guy waved at me and I was wondering why so I said hi 👋🏾 back. It was at the hallway. He checked in my Dad one weekend. I should have asked for his name for appreciation. I wasn’t in the tally mood because nothing was going right. I had no pen 🖊 to complete my fitness log, the Internet 🌐 is slow, I want to get to the sauna 🧖🏼‍♀️. Did I smell Eucky? It wasn’t pronounced. I wasn’t in a hurry. I had plenty of time ⏱. I ran into my Mom in the bathroom before Dance Jams 💃🏼. I met her in the classroom. I found out the name of my Korean friend and wondered if I am saying it right. I took it easy like I told Shelly. She was at it yesterday. Angie is fun 🎊. I was enjoying 😊 myself like everybody else. You don’t realize that her exercises are high in intensity. Oooh 😯, that last song 🎼 my thighs are on fire 🔥. I was thinking 💭 to hold on, “Strong legs.” I think I saw L’Tan. I was trying to get a leaving selfie 🤳🏾. I thought 💭 I look 👀 a lot like holding it in 😂. Head shake.

I was hungry 😋 before going to bed 🛏 at 1200a. I had fruits 🍍 and it didn’t cut it. What happened to intermittent fasting. But I am feeling the need to eat 🥙. The better part is it’s not sugar. Ooooh, 😮 I want those caramel cookies 🍪 . I also saw essential oils for the total health and wellness practitioner 🙏🏾. What the heck— Hip-pish-ster 👓.

[youremarvelous]

Y’aaaaall Yuuri Week 2017 is so soon (July 23-29)!! and it’s the first fan event I’ve ever participated in which is honestly nerve-wracking? But also fun. (And really, celebrating the amazing, talented babe that is Yuuri is great motivation to overcome my fear.)

Anyway, here’s a little snippet of my fic for day 3: gold. I knew I wanted to do a Halloween fic for one of the days (bc who am I) but this started out in an entirely different direction until I had the realization that there definitely needs to exist a universe in which Yuuri and Viktor meet while both dressed as slave Princess Leia.

fic snippet is under the cut and I can’t wait to see/read what everyone else is working on!!! (Yuuri deserves all the love in the world, honestly).

“Yuuri, c’mon,” Phichit cocks his head, watching as Yuuri trudges across the campus green with his hands tucked into his armpits. “I’d like to get there sometime before midnight.”

“I j-just don’t understand why I c-couldn’t bring a coat.” Yuuri gripes through chattering teeth. October in Detroit is reasonably mild, but 50 degrees feels closer to 40 when wandering around outside in nothing but a fake gold bikini.

“Who brings a coat to a house party?” Phichit takes Yuuri’s hand and starts pulling him towards the row. “Anyway, it’d be a total crime to let you cover that beautiful body.”

Yuuri shivers in a way that has nothing to do with the cold. He tries not to think about the vision of himself in their dorm’s full-length mirror: his exposed stomach—soft from a university diet of energy drinks, Hot Pockets, and weekend concoctions of peanut butter and canned pasta, his plentiful love handles, and the small scrap of burgundy fabric that doesn’t come close to covering the full expanse of his butt. Looking like that, all bulbous and round, he can’t help but feel he’d be a better fit for Jabba the Hutt than Princess Leia.  

“Hey,” Phichit warns, squeezing Yuuri’s hand, “don’t you think about my best friend that way.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I know you.”

“But—”

“Your butt is amazing and I’m basically jealous.” Phichit pets his cheek, careful not to smear his eye makeup. “I mean I’d totally tap that if not for the fact that I’m Luke and that’d be kinda incestual.”

Yuuri blushes and shakes his head at the sky. The stars are just barely visible through the city’s light pollution: pale and sparkling on a backdrop of hazy purple. “You’re awful.”

“You love me,” Phichit says with a confidence that Yuuri envies.

“I do,” Yuuri concedes with a sigh. It’s the truth, anyway.

“Great.” Phichit smiles, throwing an arm around Yuuri’s shoulders. “Now let’s go get so smashed we forget who we are.”

“Phichit,” Yuuri’s tone is heavy with unspoken warnings about the next morning’s 8 am class. He already knows they won’t be attending, but it feels important to at least try and maintain the facade of being the responsible adult in their friendship.

“Kidding.” Phichit waves him off. Yuuri has a strong feeling he isn’t, but he also has the (disjointed, not at all vivid) memory of Phichit restraining him in a bathtub three weekends ago to prevent Yuuri from streaking across campus and/or vomiting Franzia all over his bed, so, he makes a silent resolution to be the one to reign it in tonight and lets the matter drop.  

By the time they reach the frat house, the front lawn is comprised of more parts red solo cup and wasted freshman than Kentucky bluegrass. A girl in what appears to be a sexy Frida Kahlo costume grabs Yuuri by the ankle when he steps over her on his way to the front door. “What happened to your hair?” She slurs, rubbing at her drawn on unibrow.

Yuuri pats at his head, looking to Phichit for reassurance.

“It’s fine,” Phichit placates, encouraging Yuuri forward. “They must’ve made the punch extra strong this year.”

“Yooo!” A red-faced Jesus raises the hand not currently occupied by a bottle of Barefoot Sweet Red for a high five when Yuuri squeezes past a group of grinding Crayola crayons in the entranceway. “Twin Leias!”  

“Uh?” Yuuri meets his hand hesitantly. “No, he’s—” Yuuri glances at Phichit—“Luke?”

“Yeah, man! ‘I am yo’ fah-tha,’” the guy recites in what might pass for a decent Darth Vader impression if Darth was raised in Southern California and sloshed off cheap wine and jungle juice. Valley girl Darth-Jesus raises his hand to Phichit for a much firmer, more enthusiastic high five.  

Yuuri watches with knit brows as Darth-Jesus leaves to work his way towards the epicenter of the party, dark wine sloshing down the front of his robes as he expertly weaves around the sweaty deathtrap otherwise known as drunk and dancing college students. He doesn’t have time to work out whether or not “twin” is some kind of obscure American slang before Phichit is grabbing him by the elbow and pulling him in Jesus’ wake.

“C’mon,” Phichit yells. His voice is barely audible over Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller,’ pulsing through the overcrowded house at ear-splitting decibels.  

Yuuri tries to stay close to Phichit’s side, but the current of swaying bodies is too strong to resist, and in a blur of movement he couldn’t recount even if placed under police interrogation, Yuuri finds himself outside flanking a bonfire, a PBR in one hand and a solo cup of some questionable Halloween themed mixed drink in the other.  

He takes a generous gulp of both: it’s the only way he can survive the pulsing music and swarming drunken crowds without Phichit nearby for moral support.

“So you’re the culprit,” an accented voice (Russian, Yuuri thinks) sounds near his ear. Yuuri only nearly avoids dribbling witch’s brew down his fake gold bikini top from the shock.  

“S-sorry,” Yuuri mumbles, wiping his wrist across his wet mouth. He glances up—distantly wishing Phichit hadn’t slicked his hair to the side so he still had his long bangs to hide behind—and is met with the sight of easily the most handsome man he has ever encountered. He has long silver hair pulled into a braid, hooded blue eyes, the most sweetly charming smile, and Yuuri is so, so gay.

He’s also royally screwed because this living model of human perfection is also dressed as slave era Princess Leia.

#yuuriweek #day 3 #theme: gold #yuuri katsuki #how many fics will I write about drunk shenans we just don't know #actually tbh they don't get too drunk but still #wip