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killltheidol · 2 years

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007 … … ( A BURNING HILL. )

I think I’m finally worn. For you have a way of promising things and I’ve been a forest fire. I am a forest fire and I am the fire and I am the forest and I am a witness watching it. I stand in a valley watching it and you are not there at all.

CHARACTERS : AIDEN … REID … JINHWA … MIYU … JIEUN

WORDS : 1.7k

WARNINGS / NOTES : Discussions/Mentions of Sexual Assault. Emotional & Heavy. The first half of the book is done yayy!! This is the last chapter of “A Burning Hill” before we move onto the second part of the story which I’m very excited for! Thank you all for sticking around so long and reading this story. It really means the world to me!

The only sound to fill the office was that of pouring water, hitting a heavy crystal glass and filling to the top.

It’s over. They’re done. Everyone is done.

Well, it’s almost over.

“What are you going to do with them?” Aiden asks once Jinhwa sits back in his chair, causing the man to look up, and raising his brows.

“Keep some just to hold over their families' heads in case they try anything,” Jinhwa tells the boy honestly. He shoves the box towards the boys across from him, Aiden and Reid’s eyes watch it slide across the desk. “You can do whatever you want with the rest. I don’t need or want them.”

Aiden takes the box into his hands, swallowing as he sets it in his lap.

The room is quiet for a few minutes, everyone just silently stewing in their own thoughts and actions. None of them can believe it’s actually over, the big bad evil has finally been defeated.

Reid doesn’t feel the relief, he doesn’t feel the weight lift off his shoulders, he just feels the blood caked on his hands.

“Why?” Reid finally wonders out loud, eyes focused on the edge of Jinhwa’s desk instead of the man himself. Aiden glances over at Reid, only for a second before back in front of him.

Jinhwa doesn’t look up, just over at a picture on the corner of his desk. Smoothly, he flips it towards the boys, causing both of them to look up.

It’s an old picture, taken clearly in the 80s by how the two people are dressed in it and how aged it is. It’s a woman holding a baby on her hip as they stand on a pier, she’s smiling but just barely.

“That’s my mom,” Jinhwa starts, eyes on the photograph as the boy's eyes go back to the man speaking. “She had me just when she started university. She was a good mom for what she had and loved me no matter what. I never knew my dad. She said he died in combat, told me he was a real hero,” Jinhwa turns the picture back to himself but he doesn’t look away from it, leaning back in his seat.

“The only man I had in my life was my grandpa and he hated my guts,” Jinhwa lets out a small laugh, “My grandma did too but…He was so cruel. And I had no idea why, not until I was twelve and we were having dinner with them and he just…kept looking at me like I was literal scum of the Earth,” There’s a bitterness in his words, a hurt neither one of the boys have heard from the man before. His eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall behind the picture instead of the picture itself.

“My mom told him to knock it off and they started fighting. They’re yelling, shouting, screaming, and then he points to me and goes ‘I hate him for what he did to you.’ and my mom said…” He pauses, taking a deep breath through his nose, “She said: ‘You hate what his father did to me.’ and then he tells her, ‘I hate that you kept a rapist’s kid,” and it’s fuzzy after that but…Yeah,” He looks back at the photo of his mother with a sigh, swallowing.

“We never talked about it again but I never forgot. You don’t forget shit like that. I got older, got more resources, and learned all about my father and what he did…He only got three months and probation. Only served a month and was out of good behavior,” Jinhwa’s dark brows knit when he finally looks back at the boys, who watch him speak with sad eyes that advert down when he looks at them.

“I killed him the first chance I got,” It’s cold. Detached. “‘Said that shit would never happen again under my watch,” Jinhwa’s eyes float to Aiden then the box, sighing through his nose with a shake of his head.

“But it did. So I took care of it and it’ll never happen again,” Reid looks up at Jinhwa’s stern tone, watching the man’s stoic face with blood splatters decorating his full cheeks. Another silence fills the room, Jinhwa swallows before taking a sip of his water.

“Whatever you two need, I’ll give to you. We’re family now,” Jinhwa explains, causing the boys to nod. “That includes the girls too. I will give you guys whatever you need.”

Another silence fills the room as Aiden looks down at the box in his hands, tightening his grip around it before sighing through his nose.

“So, it’s…it’s over?” Aiden asks in a small voice. Reid looks over at him then at that disgusting box, taking a deep breath in through his nose. He wants to rip that box out of his hands and throw it into a fire. He wants it gone. He wants the weight off Aiden’s shoulders––off everyone in that box's shoulders. He wants them to be free.

Jinhwa nods, giving a small smile. It’s weak but it’s soft.

“Yeah,” Jinhwa says quietly, causing Aiden to sigh in relief, shutting his eyes tightly as he keeps his head down.

“It’s over.”

Reid kicks a log into the campfire, watching it burn with a small sniff and rub of his nose as he sits beside Jieun on the hard forest ground.

This is where they were supposed to go that night. They were supposed to have a group bonding moment around a campfire. It was supposed to bring them closer together. Though plans changed, things changed, and people changed they got closer in a way they never thought possible.

Reid isn’t sure if he’s glad that Miyu killed Sunhee that night. It’d be hard for him to say he is but it’d be even harder for him to say he isn’t.

Miyu isn’t glad she killed Sunhee but she won’t lie and say she feels bad about it. At first, there was a lot of guilt and remorse, but as time went on those feelings faded. With every person that was killed, Miyu felt a sense of relief that she had started what she did by acting on her impulse to hit Sunhee.

Sometimes she wonders where everyone would be if she held it back like she had a million times before.

Aiden holds the box of polaroids in his lap as he sits squarely in front of the fire. The box feels like a block of hot cement, burning Aiden’s hands the longer he holds it. Reid looks up from the flames and over at Aiden, sharp eyes falling down to the box in his hands.

Reid wonders how Aiden will move on or if he ever will move on.

“Do you want to throw it in together?” Miyu asks, breaking a silence that feels like it’s lasted a century. Aiden still doesn’t look away from the flames flickering in front of him, nodding with a thick swallow.

Miyu stands from her spot, extending her hand down to Aiden to help him up. Aiden accepts the help, pulling himself up with one hand while the box remains tucked under the other arm.

He stares at the ground, taking deep breaths through his nose as Miyu gently guides him closer to the fire. It’s hard for him, it’s obvious, she knows that. It’s all over his face too. Miyu keeps one hand on Aiden’s back as she stares at the box for a few beats before at the fire.

She hasn’t seen what’s inside of it. She doesn’t want to. Reid told her what was inside.

Miyu knows better than to open up that already stitched shut wound. The stitches might be messy and coming apart in some places but the wound is shut nonetheless, and Miyu plans to keep it that way.

Her hand reaches for the box, guiding it closer to her so she can take one side of it in one hand while Aiden holds onto the other. It’s a weird feeling, she thinks, knowing that in just a few moments one of the last physical reminders of the most painful day of her life will be gone.

The only reminder left will be herself.

That’s something new she’ll have to learn to cope with and she will. She always does.

Miyu’s eyes look up to watch Aiden’s face, checking on him, as he tries to navigate this as well.

It’s hard for him, it always has been, and she knows it’s harder for her to understand what he went through, but she’ll try. She always tries.

“I…I feel sick,” Aiden whispers. Miyu swallows thickly, nodding. He doesn’t look up from the box.

“I do too.” She wants him to know he’s not alone. He’s never been alone. Aiden sniffles, shutting his eyes tightly for a few beats before blinking them open and finally looking at Miyu, who only offers him the kindest smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Iseul.” Miyu tells him with a small nod. Aiden feels his lips turn up slightly at the name people rarely call him, looking towards the fire and then at Miyu with a nod silently telling her; it’s time.

They don’t even need to count to three, they both just simultaneously toss the box into the dancing flames, watching the orange and gold dancers engulf it easily, charring it with every twist and turn of their bodies.

Miyu feels the lump in her throat slowly start to dissolve the longer she watches the box burn, feeling like she’s able to breathe properly for the first time in years.

Aiden doesn’t feel the same relief. He stares at the flames with a look of bitterness and anger that he doesn’t understand. He wants to be free of this, to let go of it all and feel like him again, but he just doesn’t.

He nearly jumps when he feels a hand in his, looking down and seeing Miyu holding his hand tightly. Aiden feels his jaw clench as he looks at the ground again his eyes hot and wet, threatening to spill over at any second.

It’s over but it doesn’t really feel like it.

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skruffie · 2 months

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It is such whiplash to like... have intense imposter syndrome to a point where I immediately wanted to leave the round dance within minutes of getting there, then finally starting to relax and make small talk with some people and then get lost in the actual dancing

then coming home and reading this screenshot quoting Jacqueline Keeler:

“Native American doesn’t mean Mexican Indians. It means Native people whose lands are under occupation here in the 48 states by the United States of America,” Keeler says, explaining that she is focused on political and legal status (Littlefeather was never an enrolled member of a tribe) because of the heavy ramifications of that experience across generations. “If you’re not enrolled in a tribe, you are not subject to Indian federal law [and] all of the trauma that happened under any of those terrible policies” such as the forced removal of Native children and placement into boarding schools and foster homes.

biiiig angry rant under the cut

I just can't get over the line "If you’re not enrolled in a tribe, you are not subject to Indian federal law [and] all of the trauma that happened under any of those terrible policies" because that is quite possibly one of the most insulting, stupid, and arrogant fucking things you can say so casually without even a second thought.

When I worked in state government I started to become a lot more informed about ICWA.

So like, did you know that if there's a child whose parents are enrolled but that child is not eligible for enrollment because of silly little things like blood quantum or being mixed from different tribes that all have different enrollment requirements, that child is legally not considered subject to Indian federal law?? ICWA is designed for Native children to be placed with their biological families first if taken into foster care, or within their communities, or within an Indigenous home before even considering a non-Native home. This is specifically because children were stolen en masse and given to non-Native families as recently as the 60s. I have given tobacco to and marched at protests with residential school survivors because quite a lot of them are still alive! Hello, the fucking epigenetics of trauma exist also!! PTSD research shows that descendants of trauma survivors have physical changes in their brain chemistry too.

Jacqueline Keeler exists in a world I guess where if you aren't enrolled then none of the trauma of displacement could ever happen to you, silly!! Except of course if you're taken into fucking foster care away from your family and culture, which is exactly the same trauma that your ancestors went through for generations!

Literally, just tonight at dinner, I was talking with a Tulalip guy who asked me if I worked for the school district and I said "nah but I'm an alumni from this district" (this was an event from the school district I graduated from as well as the local tribes) and we chatted a bit. I said I was Yurok and Métis and he was like "cool" and turned to one of his relatives and was like "Aren't you a bit Yurok?" and she went "What?? No". That's it. If I go on twitter I run into the fear that I'm going to get BraveWarrior3874429759 wanting the exact algebraic formula for what my BQ is before he decides if I'm faking or not. Or we get people like Keeler.

For years I've been really trying to think about the concept of being raised Indigenous. Racially I'm white, am always perceived as such, etc etc. That's reality. I think about my grandma and her brother who got raised by their grandpa who said "I never want them to feel like orphans" after their parents died. It was his own grandmother who was orphaned in the genocide. He moved to Los Angeles because it was safer to be seen as Mexican than as Native, and there are many other California NDNs that have the same family story like that. We're not enrolled but thanks to the help of relatives that died before we could know them, my mom and grandma still got literal reparations money for the land our family lost. When I reached out to the Little Shell tribe just to find more information on my ancestors on my dad's side, the sole enrollment officer (at the time, I'm not sure if they've hired new people now) told me we were cousins and gave me a lot of copies of documents should I try to enroll. I had already told her I can't but she did this anyway.

Toby Vanladingham, on twitter, had a thread a few months ago talking about how there's several Yurok tribal members that are enrolled because they meet the requirements in the tribal constitution in ways aside from just blood degree. He then went on to say that it really doesn't matter because they still recognize who is Yurok regardless of their enrollment status.

I can go on and on about this because the point isn't that we don't experience the trauma, it's that we are still welcomed to experience the culture and our family histories. That's the whole fucking point. My ancestors suffered greatly and made choices that I am still trying to understand in hopes that their descendants would not have to suffer. I think as long as I live I will never, ever understand the terror papa Andy felt or what Angeline went through in that school. I'm angry every time I remember my mom telling me how when she was a little girl and papa Andy told her "Don't tell anybody you're an Indian", and remembering her telling me that confusion growing up about what that meant. I go to these events in person and force myself to confront the immense discomfort over and over again because it gets easier each time, but only by small degrees, and I do this knowing that I am always going to be an outsider. I'm doing it anyway. Fuck Keeler and fuck this whole mindset.

#ndn tag

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simthorium · 1 year

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The next few weeks were downright horrible. Ruben couldn’t believe he’d gone from having a terrific snow day to the worst day of his life. His grandmother died right in front of him, leaving him alone. Later that afternoon, his grandpa had gotten home and Ruben had to be the one to deliver the news. After that, Daryl hadn’t said one word. In the days and weeks since, his parents had only spoken to each other by screaming. Ruben didn’t have anyone to talk to as he grieved, left to stew alone as his grandfather spiraled into despair and his parents fought constantly.

“You think just because your mother died, you can talk to me this way!?” Sabrina shouted. Alexander folded his arms at his wife. “Talk to you in what way? What the hell are you even talking about?” he yelled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about! Don’t treat me like I’m stupid!”

“I’d stop treating you like you’re stupid if you stopped acting stupid!” Alexander screamed. He took a breath, realizing that he stepped over the line. “That what you really think of me?” Sabrina said. “Fine, go ahead and say it. Say it with your whole chest, Alex. You're sad and grieving, I get it. I’m grieving too. Ever think about that? Your son is grieving. And here you are, calling your own wife stupid because you’re sad.”

“Don’t you bring my son into this!” Alexander shouted. “He’s MY son too, Alexander!” Sabrina screamed, cutting him off. Ruben sat at the breakfast table behind his parents, silently watching this all go down. He was used to it by now. He finished eating his breakfast, trying his hardest to tune them out.

Later that afternoon, Ruben came downstairs to see his parents and grandpa sitting in the living room together. He stopped, suspicious. “Come join us, Ruben,” Daryl said, patting the couch beside him. “You’re talking,” Ruben said as he slowly made his way to the couch. “That’s good.”

Alexander took a deep breath as he looked over at his son. He twiddled his fingers nervously, which seemed to annoy Sabrina. “What did you guys wanna talk about?” Ruben asked, hoping to speed this whole thing along. “Listen buddy,” Alexander started, signaling to Ruben that this was nothing good. “We have some news to share with you. I know it’s been hard these past few weeks, for all of us. Your mom and I, we need some time apart.”

“Time apart?” Ruben asked, feeling his face heat up. “What the hell does that mean?” “Ruben, language,” Daryl said. “What? Dad says that all the time, now I can’t? How is that fair?” he asked, clenching his fists. “I’m the heir, aren’t I? That means I can do whatever I want.” “Ruben--” “No!” Ruben shouted. “Time apart!? Are you kidding me? Grandma dies and the whole family falls apart? You know what, whatever. I don’t care. Enjoy your time apart, whatever that means.” Ruben jumped off the couch and ran upstairs into his room, slamming the door behind him.

An hour or so later, Sabrina was finished packing a suitcase. She called an Uber on her phone and sat in the room, waiting for it to pick her up. Alexander waited with her, then all of a sudden bursted into tears. “I’m sorry, Sabrina,” he said through tears. “I am so sorry.” “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” Sabrina said with a sigh. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door.

Sabrina sighed as she hopped into the van. This wasn’t the end, not completely. Just a temporary separation, she reminded herself. She tried to hold her tears back as she got in the car. “Mom!”

“Mom!” Ruben shouted, rushing up to the car. “Don’t go. Please.” “I’m so sorry, baby,” Sabrina said, tears finally falling. “I know this is so unfair to you. I just want you to know that I’m not leaving you, ok? You can visit any time, and I am still here for you.” “No you’re not,” Ruben said, trying to steady his voice.

“Baby--” “No, mom,” Ruben said, his voice finally still. He took a deep breath. “You’re not trying to convince me you’re not abandoning me, you’re trying to convince yourself. Which means you’re a liar, just like dad. Grandpa too. You don’t care about me. None of you do.” “Ruben, that’s not true,” Sabrina said as tears fell. “Bye, mom,” Ruben said, crossing his arms. Sabrina wiped her face and blew a kiss to her son, then closed the car door.

Ruben watched as Sabrina’s taxi drove away. He clenched his fists beside him, taking another deep breath. He felt tears sting at his eyes, but quickly blinked them away. He didn’t need this, he wasn’t sad. Not really. He didn’t need his parents, he didn’t need anyone. He never had.

#Zarro legacy #generation 6 #generation 7 #Alexander #Ruben #Daryl #Sabrina #i am so sorry this was so sad and dramatic lol #much more dramatic than i intended it to be

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | chapter eleven

chapter eleven

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: Y/N POV: details of what happened to Stephen, her grandmas cancer, and very detailed explanations of how babies are made (as biologically accurate and not very graphic as possible) this is an angsty trauma filled chapter that made me cry a lot just writing it so I'm sorry in advance

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

June 13th, 2010

There’s a knock on her parent's door at 4 in the morning, Y/N’s sound asleep on the couch back at her grandma’s, awoken by said grandmother as she hears all the noise beyond the porch. There are 2 cop cars at the main house, worry starts to settle over them.

She puts on a pair of shoes, taking her grandmother's hand in hers as they begin the early morning trek up the road, anxiety seeping in deeper and deeper as they get closer to the lights illuminating their driveway.

Her father is talking to an officer on the steps, her mother is crying behind him. “We’re so sorry for your loss,” the officer says and Y/N’s blood runs cold, numbing her from the impending despair.

“What happened?” Her grandmother asks, rubbing a hand along Y/N’s back in preparation for the worst.

“Evan was in a car accident,” her father says softly, knowing that Y/N knows Stephen was with him tonight. She breaks away from her grandma and without thinking she’s right in the officer's face.

“Which one of them died?”

“Ma’am,” it was never a good way to start the worst conversation of her life with that word or in that tone. She felt like a '40s housewife learning her husband wasn’t coming home from the war, only he wasn’t even her husband yet.

He would have been on next Saturday.

“I’m sorry, Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” he says the worst sentence she’s ever heard, and now she’ll never forget it. “The passenger side took the worst of it, once again, I am so sorry for your loss.”

She’s surprisingly calm, managing to whisper, “thank you,” before she’s walking off into the field, pushing everyone's hands away as she travels as far as he feet will take her.

She ends up at the willow tree by the pond as soon as the sun is rising, it happened a lot earlier in June than the rest of the year. The birds singing, the wind blowing against the leaves making them carry a tune in harmony together. The world is still spinning, life is moving on, but how?

She sat there against the tree for a while, picking blades of grass and weaving them into a chain, soothing her brain as she makes a pattern. Giving her hands something to do so they stop going numb, it’s the only thing that really reminds her that she's real, that she’s controlling the twists and tucks, the shape and length and the fact that it was created at all.

Ending the life of the single blade of grass as she picks it, never to be whole again. Snatched from its happy place, where it grew loved and surrounded by other matching green strands as they blew in the wind.

Then she's pulling fist full after fist full of grass out of the dirt, her hands covered in mud as she shouts, throwing handfuls of grass and dirt towards the pond. The once blue water starting to turn cloudy; disrupted and upset with her anger as it swallows her weapons, but it doesn’t make her feel better. All she did was disrupt the earth, changing the way this once beautiful patch of land used to look. She couldn’t help but sob, realizing that she was like this field now and her beautiful green pasture was disrupted, overturned and ruined.

The life that flowed through her died along with the love of her life.

“Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” the words echo in her mind in a constant circle like she’s stuck in a tin can.

It starts to reverberate, getting louder and louder as the same 7 words all run around in her head. Bouncing off the walls, smacking her down again and again as she hears them over and over and over… she’s holding her hands on her ears, shaking back and forth, sobbing when she feels someone wrap their arms around her.

She doesn’t open her eyes, instead, she's rushing to push them off of her, struggling out of their grasp as she fights them. Finally, she loses, being held in her brother's embrace as they both cry, he barely has a scratch on him when she finally looks at him.

she’s never been physical in her life, but she punched him right in the face. Her twin brother, best friend in childhood and the person she’s known the longest in her life. He held her close in the womb, crying if they separated as soon as they were born, she loved him deeply and yet she hated him something fierce at that moment.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Evan cries, “we were stopped at a red light, Y/N!”

“I don’t care! He was supposed to be my husband!” She swats at him, smacking his arms again and again as he tries to hold them back, holding her so tightly as she basically screams bloody murder in the field.

All she can see is his face, her beautiful happy Stephen. The first time she ever saw him, standing under a street light in Boston, papers in his hand and wonder in his eyes. The way he looked up at her, the glow of the light making a halo glow over his head.

She should have known he was too good to be true. Always destined to return to the heavens, he was truly angelic with his big emerald eyes that were only the tiniest bit yellow on the edge of the pupil, the way her name sounded on his tongue like a blessing coming true.

They buried him 2 days after what was supposed to be their wedding. Disrupting another beautiful patch of earth to hide him away forever, she placed a single rose on his casket, she never said goodbye and she never planned to.

“See you later, superstar,” she patted the glossy black box once last time before sending him down into the earth.

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September 2012

This fucking willow tree and 7-word sentences…

“What do you mean you have cancer?”

Her grandma let a tear slip from her eye, “I’ve got colon cancer, honey, the doctors said I have another 2 years, maybe 5 if I'm lucky.”

Every time someone sat beside her in this one spot, she learned the worst information in the world. Sure Evan didn’t mean to kill Stephen, doesn’t mean she’s talked to him at all in the last year. with Grandpa dying only a few summers back, her favourite house cat now buried in the yard, she can’t lose her grandma now too.

“Okay,” she starts to plan in her head, her eyes about ready to jump out of her skull as she tries to think of all the things they need to do before it’s too late, “let’s go to England, let’s blow my bank account, you can’t leave me without going to England with me? We were supposed to get tea and pretend to be the queen and princess?”

She couldn’t stop the tears, her whole body heaving as she sobbed into her grandma’s dress, “you can’t leave me too!”

“Your grandfather and I have a fund for you, you were the last baby we got to raise when your mom went back to work, I want you to use it for that baby we talked about,” her grandma’s voice is barely a whisper, softly getting the words over her vocal cords as the tears joined Y/N’s on her dress.

Without another word, she took her hand and walked home, getting in her car together and heading to the closest fertility clinic, she booked her first insemination for February, pre-paying for a round of IVF hormones and everything to start in January, she had 3 months to plan.

Finding the perfect donor was the only hard part. She had 3 different books to choose from with all the clinics in the DC area sharing 1 sperm bank. She finally made her decision 3 weeks before they were set to get her pregnant when they updated the books.

Sample 2319, male 30’s, healthy, high IQ, 6’1, brown eyes, brown hair (curly). “Sounds a lot like Stephen,” her grandma agreed, saying his name for the first time in over 2 years, she knew this was her guy.

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June 14th, 2021

Peeing on a stick shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is.

She hasn’t been this nervous since the first time Dr. Collins inseminated her. Laying back on the table at a weird elevation to make sure she got pregnant, her whole body tense as she thought of the possibilities of her future child.

Sample 2319 sitting in a cup not too far from her face as she prepared for a man she barely knew to put the semen of another man she didn’t know, inside her. She only picked this guy cause he was smart and tall, no health issues to report and the number made her think of Monsters Inc.

In her mind, she made a baby with a man she named mike wazowski, not knowing his real name was actually Spencer Reid and he was only just down the road at Quantico the whole time. It was the weirdest day ever, and then it became the second-best day of her life

Nothing could top holding her baby in her arms for the first time. Her grandma and mother beside her as they all cried, the perfect purple baby screaming on her chest as they tried to wipe the white gunk off her tiny body. her sweet little coos, seeing her swollen eyes open for the first time, the silence that overcame her as they made their first introduction to each other. Her little person, the love of her life, her wonderful Amoreena.

Her cry was perfect, like music to her ears she wanted to hear her little voice as long as she could because it meant she was alive and real. She was healthy and beautiful and the most perfect bundle of joy she could have ever made.

Now she was hiding in the bathroom to pee on a stick while her 7-year-old had breakfast in the next room. Oh, how times changed, but one thing remained the same, she was finding out alone again. Only this time she meant for that to happen, it was exactly 4 days since her period was supposed to start and it wasn’t there, neither was Spencer.

He had something to do that morning, but he’d be meeting them later that afternoon, it was Amoreena’s last day of kindergarten after all. She wanted time to either enjoy the thought of having another baby or cry in peace because for once it didn’t work, giving her a week to recover before trying again.

Amoreena was a miracle, the easiest IVF baby they ever made at the clinic, apparently. If she was pregnant this easily again it was a sure sign that he was Amoreena’s father too, only he could get her knocked up while not even trying.

She didn’t remember pregnancy tests taking this long, she flipped it over and walked out of the room, unable to think of anything else while she waited for 3 minutes to pass. Amoreena noticed she was being weird, studying her mother's movements as she paced the hall outside of the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” She asked, curious as ever as she twirled lightly in her new princess dress.

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Always mom, I’m the best secret keeper in all the kingdom, remember?” Amoreena smiled, holding onto her leg as she stared up at her.

“Your dad and I tried to make a baby,” she whispered, petting the litter hairs on her forehead as Amoreena looked up at her, her first little baby. “I’m waiting to find out if it worked, but we can’t tell anyone in case it didn’t, okay?”

Amoreena’s eyes were wider than she’s ever seen them, her mouth opened slowly as she understood the words in her mind. She didn’t look happy or surprised, nor upset or worried. She looked confused, “how?”

She laughed then, shaking her head as she lifted Amoreena into her arms, she would have to know soon anyway. “You know how every month mummy has a bad week where she bleeds and her tummy hurts?”

“Yeah?”

“When people with our parts grow up they make little tiny eggs but we don’t lay them like chickens do, they stay inside our tummies and wait to become babies and if they don’t we have a period and release all the stuff our bodies saved up that month to make a little person. You’ll have one soon too in a few years, probably when you're 12 like I was, and when people with a penis get old enough they’re able to help us make the babies like roosters help the chickens. Our bodies are really special and make some really cool things when we try to,” she explained it in the most simple farmhouse way she could.

“Like when the goats are all born in the spring and they just show up?” She tried to clarify, understanding it at the basic level.

“Kinda, you’ve seen the photos of you in my tummy and how aunty Shannon’s stomach grew when she had your cousins, I’ll get really big like that too if I’m pregnant, the baby will grow for 9 long months till they’re nice and healthy and then we’ll have another person in the family,” she couldn’t help but smile as she thought about it.

“How do we find out?”

She opened the bathroom door then and carried Amoreena inside, setting her down on the sink and pointing at the upside-down test stick. “We create a special hormone when we’re pregnant, it’s something that can be detected in our pee!” she explained it like it was magic, watching her get excited instead of grossed out.

“So I peed on that stick and if it has 2 lines I have a baby in my tummy, if not then your dad and I have to try again.”

Amoreena picked up the test and looked at it, keeping it out of her mothers sight as she did so, “there’s two lines,” she lit up waving the stick lightly as she squealed.

Y/N wrapped her up in her arms and twirled her around, “you’re gonna be the best big sister ever!”

“How do we tell dad?” Amoreena’s soft voice whispered in her ear as she snuggled into her shoulder.

“I have an idea,” she whispered back before carrying her back into the kitchen.

Her All About Me project was sitting on the counter, ready for Y/N to drive her into school today. She set Amoreena down on the floor to watch her as she took some tape and taped the stick to the bottom corner of the project. “Pass me the marker, please?”

Amoreena ran to the counter to get it, coming back and placing it in her mom's hand before leaning in to watch what she was writing.

“I’m going to be a big sister sometime next February!” Amoreena read the words as her mother wrote them, unbelievably excited.

“Your dad can read that at the ceremony tonight!”

“I thought you said we can’t tell anyone yet?” Amoreena questioned her, like always.

“Your teacher can know, the other kids won't know what it means, it’s just important Spencer sees it, but we will wait to tell nanny and poppy, okay? Sometimes the babies don’t always stay, it’s sad so we keep it a secret until they’ve got a tiny little heartbeat in there,” she didn’t want to scare her, but she knew it was always a possibility.

“Then we try again,” Amoreena smiled, “It’ll be easier now that you don’t need Dr. Collins to help you, how did you even make me without Spencer?” She didn't use his real name often anymore, only in times when she wasn't referring to him as her father.

She sat down then, pulling Amoreena into her lap so she could hold her while she thought of the right words. “So we have eggs, but people with penises have something called sperm. When adults, and I mean adults you have to be at least 25 to have a baby it’s the rules,” she teased her slightly, ticking her arms.

“Adults have sex, babies are made when someone with a vagina and someone with a penis get together. But when you don’t have a partner with a penis to help, sometimes they’ll donate their sperm to the doctor's offices to help people like me make their perfect little families all by themselves.”

“Interesting,” is all her little mind can say, she has learned so much in one day, Y/N was surprised she was still listening and surprisingly still for once. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We won't know for a while,” she smiled, holding Amoreena closer to her chest. “How do you feel about all this?”

Amoreena was quiet as she thought about it, “is Spencer the guy who gave the doctors the sperm for me?”

“We think so, but we don’t know, why?”

Amoreena looked at her softly, “it wouldn’t be fair, I know he said I don’t need a father but why do they get to have him for both?”

“I think Spencer is your father, you’re just as smart and wonderful as he is, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re his baby too. but if you want to know if he isn't, when you turn 18 the doctors will tell you who it is, it's completely up to you to find out,” she whispered, the tears starting to fall down her cheeks as Amoreena tried to wipe them away.

"I like thinking he's my father, so he is." Her mind worked in the most wonderful way. Y/N couldn’t help but hold her close as she lightly cried, “I had a dream yesterday that I had 8 sisters,” her voice was so soft and innocent as her tiny hand cupped her mother's cheek.

She gasped lightly at the words, remembering Spencer’s panic in the middle of the night last night, how scared he was to leave her all alone with 9 babies and no one to help her. They knew something that she didn’t yet, cheaper by the dozen seemed less like a dream and more like a prophecy.

“I’m so happy to make your dream come true,” Y/N whispered, “I promise I’m happy, the baby just makes me emotional.”

Amoreena placed her hand on her tummy then, “I love you, baby.”

Y/N stuck her tummy out as far as she could, “I love you too, big sister,” she said in a funny voice to make Amoreena laugh, leaning back in the chair as she held her.

And just like that, getting pregnant with Amoreena was bumped into 3rd place for the best day of her life. Sharing the moment with her and no one else was perfect, insuring she knew that she was just as important moving forward as the little person she was growing this time.

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failbaby · 3 years

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It’s been over 10 years since we found out my grandpa had Alzheimer’s Disease, so I’m not in a huge amount of grief following his passing this morning, especially because he’d been suffering so much the past few weeks. It feels like an awful thing to say, but everyone was as ready as we could be for the end. I’m glad he’s not in pain anymore. He was a good man, and he didn’t deserve to suffer for so long. His daughters and his wife (my grandmother) didn’t deserve to watch him suffer for so long.

I was quite young when he really stopped being himself, so I unfortunately don’t have a whole lot of personal memories with him, but I do remember that he was a soft-spoken, intelligent man who loved to read more than anything (which only made it harder to lose his linguistic skills with the progression of the disease). I know his first wife died when he was in his 30’s, and he stepped up and raised his two young daughters alone on a modest single income. I know he married my grandma a few years before I was born, and he was always just as active and present in mine and my siblings’ lives as he was in my cousins’ (his biological grandkids’). I know he was one of the first people to hold me when I came into this world.

One very dear memory I do have of him, though, is of the time I was visiting my grandparents’ house and somehow found out (I have no idea how) that the earth was eventually going to crash into the sun. I was crying, and my grandma was trying to reassure me and tell me that it will be long, long after all of us are dead, but I wasn’t worried about that, I was just sad that such a beautiful place would meet such a tragic end. I remember he picked me up, sat me on his lap, and said,

“It’s okay to cry. Let’s cry it out for good old earth.”

And as much as I told myself I was completely ready for his passing, and I wouldn’t make this about myself and would just be glad that his suffering was ending, it really hit me this morning while I was consoling my mother that I’m never going to see him again. I think when a loved one is battling a terminal illness, we know logically that the end is coming and try to prepare ourselves, but there will always be a softer, more human part that refuses to give up until the very end. I think that’s the part that’s hurting.

I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore. I’m glad this long, painful, hopeless journey is finally over, and I hope he’s at peace and relaxing with a good book wherever he is.

But the soft, selfish part still hurts. I wish I got to know him (the real him) as an adult. I wish we got to talk about things like politics and literature, and I wish I could’ve learned from a person as wise and well-read as him. I wish he’d been around to see me, my siblings, and my cousins get married and start families of our own.

Alzheimer’s has taken a lot from my family, and millions of families every year go through the same thing. That’s why I’m making a donation to the Alzheimer’s Association in his memory. I definitely don’t expect you to donate to commemorate a man you don’t know, but if you know someone who’s been impacted by Alzheimer’s and you are able/feel so inclined, a $1 or $5 gift to prevention and treatment research is a great way to honor them.

Rest In Peace, Grandpa Larry. 💜

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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Dusk Till Dawn

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Summary/Request: 22 of the music prompts with Matthew Tkachuk please? “but you’ll never be alone / i’ll be with you from dusk till dawn” (dusk till dawn, zayn & sia) for @chuckythepest

Warning: fluff, maybe some angst, soft smut (I’ll be honest, I changed my mind about having a bit of smut in here or not and it’s not much but it’s there, so...)

Author’s Note: I’m sorry it’s taken me a little bit longer to write but hopefully it gives you what you’re looking for. I’ve never listened to this song so much in my life; I had it playing on repeat as I wrote this so I could really get a feel of what to write. My friend is a huge Matthew Tkachuk fan, really a huge Flames fan in general, but I have to admit I had to watch a lot of interviews to get a feel for the guy. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted it to be an angsty fic or a fluffy one because the song kinda has both vibes so honestly, it’ll be an adventure for the both of us. If you enjoyed this one, here’s the entire list of prompts. Feel free to send your requests through! Stay Golden, loves <3!

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You had been on a vacation with a few of your friends in Cancun for about a week when you got the news that everything was going into lockdown

“What does this mean?” your friend, Beth, asked as she paced around the hotel room

“It means that everyone has to stay inside for a bit” you said

“No, what does that mean for us?” she asked again

“I guess it means that we have to isolate when we get home” another of your friends, Jenna, replied as she dropped onto the bed

“I wouldn’t have left if I knew we were gonna come back to a total nationwide, international lockdown!” Melanie, your childhood friend shouted frantically

“Okay, everyone calm down...” you sighed, “we knew this was a possibility, as much as we might want to say that we didn’t, we knew that we could get home and everything would be shut down”

“So what do we do?” Beth asked

“We...” you stammered, not having the answers but trying your best to stay calm, “we listen. We do what we’re told -- isolate, quarantine, get tested, all of it -- and then hopefully it’ll be over soon.” Your words were like a curse because as soon as you got back to St. Louis, the world seemed crazier than it ever was. Months went by and nothing changed. People were still getting sick, still dying, and there were still people who thought it was all a hoax. Birthdays were spent apart, friends stopped making an effort to keep in touch and it made everything feel... cold and sad. The only thing that seemed to make any sense was your friendship with Matthew.

“What’s up kid?” he texted one day after a particularly hard week and you just about broke down in front of your phone screen

“I lost my job...” you sent back

“Ah shit, I’m sorry”

“It’s fine but thank you”

“It’s not fine”

“I mean, no, but it’s not like it’s just me. Half of the world has lost their jobs”

“That doesn’t mean you have to be all fine about it”

“Matt, seriously, it’s fine”

“You say that now and then two days from now you’ll get pissed about someone else getting promoted”

“I wouldn’t do that”

“Not on purpose but stress can do things to a person...”

“I’ll be fine but thank you for caring so much”

“Anytime!” you smiled at his concern before changing the subject, checking in with his family, asking him about what was going to happen with the season, “I have no idea... everything is still shut down until further notice”

“I hope things get better by Christmas”

“At the rate things are going, I don’t think they will”

“Way to stay positive, Tkachuk” you scoffed to yourself

“It’s what I do 😜” the conversation didn’t last long after that and you went on a spiral of looking and applying for jobs; everything came crashing down when you’re grandpa got sick and you couldn’t visit him. You called the hospital every day, not wanting your grandpa to be alone, but they wouldn’t let you in, ‘protocols’ they said

“I don’t know what to do, Matt” you sobbed over the phone

“Relax,” he tried, “we’ll get you in there”

“They won’t let me in!” you argued, raising your voice in anger, “he’s dying and they won’t let me see him...”

“I can make sure you see him.”

Matthew’s P.O.V

You were trying your best to get (Y/N) into the hospital to see her grandpa but it was taking a lot more effort than you thought

“Please,” you begged the doctor, “he doesn’t have anyone else. She’s not getting any answers and she just wants to see him, even if it’s to say goodbye”

“I’m sorry. I can’t break the rules for your girlfriend” the doctor replied

“No--” you stammered, trying to backtrack, “she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend and she wants to see her grandfather”

“I can’t break protocols for one person. We’re doing everything we can to keep him healthy and if we invite guests inside, it puts our patients at risk,” the doctor explained, “maybe we can set up a Zoom call”

“If he dies and she isn’t there, she will blame herself for the rest of her life”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice...” you angrily hung up the phone, throwing it to the side while you thought up a plan before calling (Y/N).

“The doctor said no...” you said solemnly

“What?” she whimpered, “Matt, he can’t be alone there. In a hospital, he needs to be with people who love him”

“They said they have protocols,” you added, “but we can sneak in there...”

“Sneak into a hospital?” she scoffed, “Matthew, we’re not spies. We can’t sneak into a hospital during a pandemic”

“Just trust me”

“What happens if we get caught? If we get in trouble?”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it”

“I can’t le--”

“Just trust me” you interrupted, convincing her that everything would be okay and ending the call. You made your way to the hospital where (Y/N)’s grandpa had been checked into and asked around about how someone could have visitors

“They’d have to be tested before they came and then retested, temperature checked, when they got here,” a nurse explained, “and then they’d have to sit behind a barrier with a mask on. It wouldn’t be any different than most other places -- we’re following the same guidelines and restrictions, we just have to be 10 times as careful because we have lives at stake”

“But if a family member did all that, the tests and followed the guidelines, they could come visit?” you asked, feeling like you might be getting close to a solution

“Hypothetically?” she started, “it’s possible but there would be a time limit. Maybe 10 minutes maximum and even that’s pushing it”

“I can work with that!” you smiled under your mask and rushed out of the hospital, texting (Y/N) about what needed to be done, the two of you rushing to a testing facility as fast as possible and waited impatiently for the results. When both of your results came back negative, you told her you’d make a call and get her in to see her grandpa; she hugged you tightly before a tear fell from her eye onto your exposed collarbone. “He’s gonna be okay” you whispered

“Thank you,” she replied, keeping her arms wrapped around your neck, “for doing all this for me”

“I know how much he means to you” you smiled at her when she finally let go of you, her eyes softening at your words. You and (Y/N) met when your dad was drafted to St. Louis and had been friends ever since, celebrating each others successes as the years went by. Her grandparents raised her after her mom died and her dad took off, she was only six years old; her grandma died two years later so it was (Y/N) and her grandpa against the world. They were inseparable and she would’ve done anything for him -- including letting you sweet talk a group of nurses to get her into a hospital during a global pandemic. You watched as she made her way down the hallway, the lack of visitors and laughter making everything suddenly feel real, she stopped in front of a large glass door clutching onto the coat that she held in her hands as she waited for someone to let her in. A doctor finally let her in but stayed close by, pulling her out after 10 minutes had passed, not a second more, “come on, man,” you begged, “let her have a little bit more time”

“I can’t” he replied before looking at (Y/N), “I really am sorry.” She nodded at the doctor before looking back toward her grandpa’s room and tucking herself into your side as you made your way out of the hospital. You started to drive her home but after miles of silence, she asked if you could take her to the park where the two of you used to sneak out to

“Yeah, sure” you agreed, keeping your voice soft and letting her rest her head against the window for the remainder of the ride. When you pulled up in front of the park and parked the car, you looked at (Y/N) noticing a stream of dried tears on her cheeks before she swung open the car door and ran to the swings. She did this every once in a while, tried to ignore her pain and focus on putting a smile on someone else’s face by pretending she was fine. You could always tell that she wasn’t fine but you couldn’t always bring her out of it, “(Y/N)...” you sighed

“Come on, Matty!” she called, pushing herself on the swing to see how high she could get, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”

“(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...”

“Why? I wanted to come to the park to play, not to talk,” she challenged, “if I wanted to talk, I would’ve gone home or to your place...” you exhaled as you walked toward the free swing beside her, your eyes following her as they tried to catch a glimpse of her face; trying to gauge whether or not she was crying. She didn’t stay on the swing too much longer, instead choosing to jump onto the Merry Go-Round

“You’re gonna spin on this now?” you scoffed

“No,” she answered with a laugh, laying down on the cold metal, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” You obliged, letting the sound of her laughter fill the air while the old playground equipment squeaked below her. As you kept spinning her, you noticed that her once happy laughter had been replaced by whimpers and you fought to slow down the Merry Go-Round

“(Y/N)?” you asked as you rushed to her, “what’s wrong? what happened?”

“He’s all alone, Matt...” she cried, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...”

“Shhh,” you tried to calm her sobs, letting her head fall onto your shoulder, “I’m here”

“I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” she sobbed

“You’re not alone...” you whispered and she looked up at you, her eyes flooded with tears, “you’ll never be alone...” you could tell by the way she looked at you that she wanted you to kiss her but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything, fearing that she was too vulnerable and you’d be taking advantage of her. So, you continued to hold her instead, for as long as she needed but when she lifted her head up from your shoulder to look at you once more, she made the first move, pressing her lips onto yours as dusk set in and the two of you were the only sound either of you could hear. Your lips moved in sync with hers as your hands laid firmly on her sides; rolling her onto her back slowly so she didn’t hit her head. Her hands roamed to the top of your zipper, pushing the slider down before you tore it off your body quickly, leaving her lips for just a second to throw the fabric behind you. As much as you wanted this to happen, you were still being careful and she could feel your hesitation

“What’s wrong?” she asked

“Nothing,” you lied, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...”

“I know what I’m doing, Matt” she smiled.

When Matt started to drive you home, you asked him to redirect you to the park the two of you used to go as kids; so you could feel a little less like the world was falling apart

“Yeah, sure” he said softly before your head fell against the window as you waited for him to pull up to the park. You had managed to keep your crying quiet enough that, when he saw you, Matt was surprised to see the stream of tears on your cheeks. You pressed your lips together before you rushed out of the car toward the old swing set, jumping on and trying to get as high off the ground as possible

“(Y/N)...” Matt sighed and the tone of his voice was all too familiar so you ignored it

“Come on, Matty!” you laughed when you called to him, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”

“(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...” he tried but you shook your head. You just wanted to forget what you’d just seen, forget about what was happening, forget that you might have to be alone again and you really didn’t want to be alone again

“Why?” you urged, “I wanted to come to the park to play not to talk. If I wanted to talk I would’ve gone home or to your place...” he finally walked to the swing next to you and began pumping his legs to meet your height before you could feel him watching you, leading you to hop off the swing and head to the next piece of equipment from your childhood; the Merry Go-Round.

“You’re gonna spin on this now?” Matt scoffed as he followed you to the metal death trap that you climbed on

“No,” you replied, chuckling at his question before lying down, your exposed skin meeting the cold metal below you, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” He compressed his lips and did as you asked, spinning you quickly and you laughed as you got increasingly dizzy with every turn before your grandpa’s face popped into your head; tears overcoming you as whimpers left your lips. Matt quickly dug his feet into the ground to stop the Merry Go-Round

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” he rushed to you, pulling you close to him, “what happened?”

“He’s all alone, Matt,” you cried as you remembered your grandpa in the hospital. He was all you had and the idea of him not being with you terrified you, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...” you shook your head frantically at the thought

“Shhh..” he hushed you, letting your head fall on his shoulder, “I’m here”

“I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” you sobbed

“You’re not alone,” he whispered and you felt his body move closer to yours, just to close the space between you, your eyes continuing to brim with tears, “you’ll never be alone.” Whether it was your fear of being alone, of losing the only person who had ever loved you, or if you just wanted to be close to someone, anybody, you looked up at Matt with soft eyes, hoping he’d make a move. But he didn’t. He just held you and, as nice as it was, it wasn’t what you wanted. You lifted your head once more, this time moving your lips closer to his as the sky filled with the dark hues of dusk, his breath brushing across your skin before your lips connected with his. He pressed his hand against your waist as he kissed you slowly, your lips parting just enough for his tongue to inch into your mouth before he shifted his body to lay your back onto the Merry Go-Round, holding your head with his free hand so you didn’t hurt yourself. Your hands found their way to the zipper of his hoodie, sliding it down and pushing the fabric from his arms and he left the kiss just for a second to easily throw away his hoodie, leaning back over you while you waited for him to continue kissing you but he pulled away

“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up as he did and you leaned against his back

“Nothing...” he said but you could tell he was lying, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...”

“I know what I’m doing, Matt” you scoffed and he turned his head back to you

“I know you do,” he smiled, kissing your nose playfully, “I just want you to know that you don’t have to”

“I want to” you replied, placing your hand on the side of his face to bring him closer to you, pressing your lips against his and twisting his body back on top of yours. You melted into each other, your breathing in sync as you undid the button of his jeans, setting him free before his hands drifted to push your leggings down. His lips trailed to your neck as he pushed himself into you, eliciting a quiet moan from you and a growl from him when you dug your nails into his skin. You tried not to make too much noise, worrying that the park was still too close to the neighbouring houses, but every once in a while you whined out a curse word

“Fuck,” Matthew moaned out before you could, “oh god” he grunted against your neck as he continued to pump in and out of you, your back arching to gain more friction

“Shit,” you whimpered, “fuck.” His speed increased and you giggled when you heard the Merry Go-Round start to squeak

“Shh” he chuckled

“I’m sorry” you laughed back, trying to focus more on the pleasure than the noise and after a few minutes, Matt released inside you and rolled to the side. You curled up beside him, placing your hand on his chest before you fell asleep next to him. You woke up with the dawn, letting Matt sleep while you watched the Sky lighten

“Good morning” he cooed, kissing your shoulder as he sat up

“Good morning,” you smiled, turning to lay a kiss to his lips, “we should probably get out of here before someone rats us out” he laughed but nodded in response, grabbing his hoodie from the ground and wrapping it around you. You watched him drive smoothly through the streets and you smiled to yourself

“What?” he smirked

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just... like you a whole lot”

“That so?” He chuckled to himself

“Yeah”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like you a whole lot, too.” He reached out his hand to interlock his fingers with yours and a flush of heat ran through your body. He had managed to make you forget about everything for a while and you were grateful to him for that but you were still scared that you’d end up alone in the long run. “Hey,” he said, seemingly catching your eyes fall to your lap, “I meant what I said last night”

“What?” You replied, furrowing your brow

“You’ll never be alone. I’ll always be here for you”

“Thank you,” you smiled, dropping your head on the headrest, “for everything.”

“Any time” he smirked, bringing your hand up so he could kiss it while the two of you drove silently back to his house.

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sage-nebula · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking about what I would have liked a sequel to InuYasha to be like, since the official sequel has been such a disappointment (to say the least), so I figured I’d go ahead and post my thoughts.

To start with, we’re keeping Moroha, and she would be the actual main character. She’s the daughter of the previous two main protagonists, her personality steals the show on the regular anyway, and the fact that she’s part demon while also having sacred priestess powers makes her far more interesting than simply doing half-demons 2.0. I’m not sorry.

So, the story. I imagine that hundreds and hundreds of years back, like well before Inuyasha was ever sealed to the Tree of Ages and all that drama with Kikyou and Naraku happened, there was a prophecy made by some kind of deity (or deity-like) figure. The prophecy was something like, when a demon had a child with a powerful priestess, that child would then end the warring period between demons and mortals—and would, in fact, put an end to demons altogether. In other words, the child of the demon and shrine maiden would lead to the modern era, where mortals still roam freely but demons are (typically) nowhere to be seen. Not many knew about this prophecy, but very powerful and high-ranking demons did (e.g. Kirinmaru, possibly Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru’s father), and because they didn’t want demons to disappear from the earth for very obvious reasons (even though the prophecy wasn’t clear on how that would happen), they made it a point to try to stop the birth of such a child from ever happening—or, if it did happen, they made it a point to kill said child as an infant before they could ever grow.

Hundreds of years passed. For a time there was great concern over whether Kikyou would bear the child that would bring about the prophecy, given that she was a powerful priestess (the most powerful priestess) who had several half-demons interested in her. Fears waned a little when Inuyasha decided to become human like Kikyou, forsaking his demon half and therefore rendering the two of them unable to bring the prophecy to pass (and there was some argumentation over whether a half-demon could bring the prophecy to pass anyway, but the danger was too great to risk it in the minds of those who knew), but then all of that drama went down before he could, and Kikyou died before she could have a child with anyone, so it became a moot point.

Regardless, those hundreds of years passed, Kikyou was reborn as Kagome, Kagome and Inuyasha fell in love, and they ended up giving birth to a child, Moroha, who inherited both demonic powers from her father and sacred powers from her mother. And while it’s not as if someone was watching Inuyasha and Kagome on CCTV to stalk their every action, other parts of the prophecy (such as the full moon and sun both being present in the sky at the moment of the birth, which happened just as day broke, or stars falling the night of conception) lined up and made it clear that the prophecied birth had come to pass. Of course, neither Inuyasha nor Kagome knew of the prophecy, nor did anyone else in the village . . . but Kirinmaru, as mentioned before, did.

So Kirinmaru shows up some time after Moroha’s birth, when she’s still a baby, with the intent on killing her and probably her parents as well, for good measure, so they can’t have another one. He’s not alone; I’m unsure of whether Sesshoumaru would be with him or not in this version (because I feel Sesshoumaru would have complicated feelings on the issue; he doesn’t want demons to disappear but also he’s doubtful Inuyasha’s child could make that happen), but Kirinmaru would at least have his top four lackeys and possibly many other demons with him. Enough so that everyone in the village would be at significant risk. Of course Kagome and Inuyasha aren’t going down without a fight, but also a battleground is no place for a baby, so Kagome takes Moroha through the well (which we’ll say was working at this point in time) in order to have her family watch her. This serves two purposes: It gives Moroha a loving family to take care of her, with Kagome herself ensuring that happens, AND it allows us to show Kagome’s family after giving a frick about her potentially dying, which Yashahime failed to show with their non-reaction to her potentially having a child.

Of course, Kagome’s family doesn’t want her to return to the feudal era if there’s some huge battle going down, but Kagome promises that she will survive, and she will come back to get Moroha. She promises. So her family agrees to babysit Moroha, and Kagome returns to the feudal era . . . only to not come back. As a result, Moroha is raised by Souta and his family, and cherished by her grandma and great-grandpa, even though there is also an ever-present sorrow and grief because they believe Kagome must have died in the battle she spoke of. And Moroha does feel the love from her family, but also recognizes that they also see her dead mother whenever they look at her, so there’s that, too.

With that said, Kagome isn’t dead! She returns to the feudal era and things are indeed going badly (in a flashback we get plenty of “INUYASHAAAA” “KAGOMEEEEE” for old time’s sake), but I don’t want to kill either her or Inuyasha off. So instead, we’ll bring the Rainbow Pearls back into it. Like in the actual sequel, Inuyasha and Kagome end up sealed in one of the Rainbow Pearls. But the reason here is because Kirinmaru finds out that Kagome sent Moroha away to a place where he can no longer reach her, and he’s furious about it. But he also feels that, when she grows up, she will seek out her parents. So he figures, he’ll take her parents, seal them in a state where they can’t escape him, and then use them as bait. He’ll lure Moroha to him and kill her then. It’s a perfect plan. (And while I would want to seal Inuyasha and Kagome into the Tree of Ages since that’s their tree, at the same time, Kirinmaru can’t exactly take a whole ass tree with him. I mean, he could, but it’d kill it and probably end the sealing power. So.)

Years pass, Moroha grows. She can pretty much pass for a human girl aside from her fangs and her super senses / abilities, so she doesn’t feel like too much of an outcast in the human world. She's a little older than in Yashahime, maybe around 16, and as such was able to do at least a year or two of high school and has a few years experience in archery and kendo clubs as a result. But though she doesn’t feel like an outcast, Moroha has always been plagued by the feeling that there’s more to her story than she and her family know. She feels like there’s something missing, like the assumption that her mother died just isn’t right. This draws her back to the Bone-Eaters Well time and time again, and the final time (the one we see) Souta follows her there. They talk about Moroha’s feelings and her desire to know, and Souta tells her he think that she can make the trip—and that she should, if she can’t rest. He gives her Inuyasha’s robe of the fire rat (which I forgot to mention Moroha was swaddled in when Kagome took her through), as well as her bow and quiver from archery, and some other provisions. Then Moroha jumps through and returns to the feudal era.

So the main plot, or at least the one that Moroha is aware of at first, would be Moroha trying to figure out what happened to her parents, where they are, et cetera (and people like Miroku, Sango, and Shippou bursting out crying when they see that Inuyasha and Kagome’s daughter did survive and is all grown up and looks so much like her parents). Then in the background of that is the prophecy and whether Moroha actually will carry it out or not. My thought is that she would, but it’s not that she kills all demons, because that’s pretty grim. Rather, it’s that the Rainbow Pearls would ultimately be used to seal or suppress demonic powers, with the implication that demons or people with demonic powers are very much still actually in the modern era, but they’re just sleeping, and could come back at any time. And perhaps this would be done at the end of her life rather than at the end of the series, I don’t know. But basically it would be written to explain the discrepancy of why there were demons and magic in the feudal era, but no longer in the modern era. It would make Kagome going back to the feudal era, meeting Inuyasha and building a family with him, something that actually needed to happen for her era to exist as it did at all. (So, a stable time loop, sort of.)

As for Sesshoumaru having daughters, I honestly really don’t think it’s necessary, but if he did they should be side characters (as in they can be part of the main group, but their story shouldn’t be the primary focus), and Kagura should be their mother. Since Kagura died, if we do still want them to be half-demons, then perhaps it could be that Sesshoumaru traveled to the modern era himself somehow to look for Moroha after Kagome sent her there (I don’t think the well would work for him, but this is a show about magic, he could find a way). He didn’t find Moroha, but he found Kagura’s modern reincarnation, a human woman who looked startlingly like her. He followed her around to figure out what was up with her, she thought he was a creep (albeit a very pretty creep), he eventually decides to leave her because she’s her own person and not Kagura, she follows him because she wants to know where he’s going, she ends up going back to the feudal era with him on accident, they travel together for a while, fall in love, have babies, etc. So I guess in that sense the mother of Sesshoumaru’s daughters wouldn’t actually be Kagura, just like Kagome is not Kikyou, but regardless, she’d be as close to Kagura as he could actually get and that’s better than the alternative that the fifteenth episode of Yashahime suggested, so I’d take it. (Granted I would have taken just about anything over that, but still.) With this scenario, Towa and Setsuna (if we kept those names) would be younger than Moroha, and would have been raised together in the feudal era. If they end up traveling with Moroha, perhaps it’s because Sesshoumaru sent them to do it by suggestion. The twins think they’re just ~bonding~ with their cousin, or at least helping her survive in an era she’s not familiar with, but also their father is using them to spy on her to see if there’s any chance she could bring about the prophecy.

So yeah, that’s what I got. If I’d been asked to come up with a sequel to Inuyasha, that’s what I would have written. Of course there are more details that would need to be ironed out, but nonetheless, we’d have a clear goal from the jump, the correct character would be the main character, and there wouldn’t be any child grooming or pedophilia. Win-win-win, honestly. We could have had it all.

#inuyasha #anti sessrin #inuyasha sequel au #moroha #moroha deserved better #so much better #anti yashahime

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

#south park #sp rewatch #i made way too many notes #kenny used to get dialog in almost every episode #poor kenny #he really gets shafted later

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lgcwookjin · 2 years

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DOWNLOADING “ JUNG WOOKJIN ” VERSION 04.2022 OPEN WHEN FINISHED? ☑

how do you choose who you spend your time with?

he allows himself to think having never consciously considering that kind of question. “i’m partial to people i can have fun with,” he finally replies. “life is short, so why waste time with someone—or anything for that matter—that doesn’t make you happy.” though after a moment of thinking, “that is easier said then done. sometimes it’s unavoidable to deal with people or tasks that aren’t fun. like who enjoys doing laundry or boring things like that. well maybe clean freaks, but they’re a little crazy.” he can sense himself getting side tracked, so he reels himself back in, “but with the right people with the right attitudes, anything can be fun.”

who is the most important person in your life?

“my grandmother has always been my #1 biggest fan, and i hers” he replied, “she has always been the most supportive of my dream, even before my parents. if it wasn’t for her i don’t think they would have ever let me move to seoul after i passed the legacy audition. my parents even told me that she was the convincing force. and i asked her about it, like what did she say to them. and she wouldn’t confess then! she just kept saying you’re talent was all the convincing i had. you were going to get there with or without them and everyone would be happier to be with you. which just...every time i think about it i feel warm.” the adoration is clear on his face. “to have someone like that, that is always on your side no matter what ‘dumb’ decisions everyone else chides you for...it’s priceless really.”

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

he immediately plastered on a fake surprised face, “what kind of need are we talking about? like a lawyer?” he smiled at his own joke. “but seriously, my family is always first. no matter what my parents say they have always been there for me. that’s kind of the whole point of family.” that felt a little cheap, so he continued, “but if it was besides them, i have a few friends here that i would consider my, in la you would say, ‘ride or dies.’” he ends with the english phrase. “friends that are like family in that they always have your back, they’re riding with you to the very end. i have made a few friends that i would be there for if they needed bail money or something” he thought about the faces like @lgcdaeho, @lgctee, @lgcxmax and more without naming names. he didn’t think he really had to, they all knew they were there for each other through thick and thin. “not that we would ever do anything jail worthy, never, well i mean doesn’t everyone—actually, i’m just going to stop talking now.”

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

“i was really caught up helping my grandma get through just the logistics of that, i never really gave myself time to work through it. i barely had time to help her and keep up with training. at time, i felt a little bit selfish thinking about myself too. like, my grandma is slowly losing this man that has been with her for almost 50 years, trying to make him comfortable and wrap her head around life without him. so i’m helping with him where i can, and trying to help my grandma wherever she needs it because she’s not at her best either health wise. that whole time was just really stressful and a real long out of body experience. coming to lessons and then immediately heading to her house, then coming home to try to sneak him some more practice to keep up or god willing sleep.” tears were starting to form at the edges of his eyes.

“it’s start to sound like i’m complaining, i’m not. i appreciated every second i got with my grandpa in the end and wouldn’t trade them for the world. though, it was incredibly disheartening to see this man—which he was, in every sense of the word—rapidly crumble from who i knew him as. every now and then i would see a little sliver of his old self again, and then it was gone.” he’s crying now, tears falling down before he can catch them with his sleeve. he was not expecting to cry today in front of this coach. a strained, “loss is just, really really tough.” is all he can manage to say after that.

have you ever felt truly loved by someone else?

after taking a moment to collect himself after that last question, and is glad to have a change of pace. “i mean what is love, even? like i love lux from league but i’m not kissing the screen every time she comes on screen, anymore. our relationship got really one-sided.” he jokes before going back to the question at hand, “in a romantic sense, i don’t think so. i’ve never had any big angsty teen romances. i had a couple girlfriends in high school before i started here, but nothing that was huge. and i haven’t dated since i started training. love isn’t something i ever actively seek out. i feel loved by my family and friends, which is enough for right now. at the moment i’m content with achieving my goals, then i’ll worry about love.”

what’s your idea of romance?

this is where all of his confidence drains, “trust? honesty? holding hands even when they get really sweaty?” he throws out guesses. “i don’t think about romance a lot. i have a lot more on my mind than that. the idea of dating 1) sounds super time consuming and 2) awkward. i’m awkward enough on my own, i don’t need the pressure of getting dressed up to impress this person i don’t even know. that’s what i want to do for work. i think flirting can be fun, but that’s harmless, right? romance comes with a lot expectations and pressure, i don’t have time for that right now.”

how do you show someone you care about them?

“like a love language? a girl i was dating a long time ago made me take a quiz but i can’t remember my result.” he took a second to try and remember, but came up blank. “anyways, i try to be there for my friends with whatever they need. you need a shoulder to cry on? mine aren’t that broad but let it out on ‘em. you need a distraction? i got a library of switch games. you need to yell because someone said something dumb to you? i already think they are an idiot so give it to me. stuff like that.”

though he catches himself before he sounds too self-aggrandizing, “though on the flip side, people i’m really close with know that i’m often, i don’t want to say mean...comfortable with them. i like to joke around and have a good time, often at my friends’ expenses” he confesses. “but it’s all in good fun. we go back and forth with stuff like that. i think the people that know me like that, know i roast their outfits out of love and other gooey stuff like that.”

#lgc:cupdate003 #file under : solo #maybe i used wooks other possible faces for this

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Chapter 1

I sat in the plane reading my book, I‘m incredibly bored….beyond bored really. I’m on my way to Japan. I’m supposed to meet Joseph Joestar and his grandson. My cousin is already waiting for me there. It was supposed to be just a simple trip but DIO, the vampire who was supposed to have died a century ago has awoken, and now Mr. Joestar’s daughter, Holly Kujo, has awakened a stand she can’t control so it’s hurting her. So now he has this little gang and they’re all going to Egypt to defeat Dio. It consists of: him(Joseph Joestar), Mohammad Avdol, my cousin (Noriaki Kakyoin), Caesar Zeppeli, my best friend (his granddaughter Emilia), and Jotaro Kujo. I’m not alone on this plane at least. My grandmother, Carrie, and my grandfather, Henry, are on the plane with me. As well as Caesar and his granddaughter, Emilia who might I just mention again I’m best friends with.

“Jolie, darling, we'll be there soon.” My grandma’s voice rings through the plane. Oh yeah I never introduced myself. I’m Jolie. Jolie Marina Elizabeth Olivia Speedwagon. I come from a prestigious bloodline. Let me explain how it all went down. Way back in the 1800’s Robert Edward Oliver Speedwagon met and fell in love with a bold and courageous woman, Anna Sun-Allaire(she wasn’t married but that was her foster mother’s last name). Robert was a former street thug who decided to help out Jonathan Joestar, Anna Sun was an orphan. So was Robert. They already had that in common. When they had finally defeated Dio(or so they thought at least) they quickly married and had their son, my great grandpa Idris. Idris Felix Rhys Speedwagon was a good man though Anna Sun was pretty overprotective of him. Idris travelled to France one day and he there met the French model Francessca De La Fontaine. He was enchanted by her. She found him intriguing and fell for him so he proposed before the trip was over and she went back to England with him. The two married there and had my grandfather, Henry. Francessca decided on his name apparently. My grandfather had to go on a trip to defeat some Aztec stripper gods with Joseph Joestar and there he met my grandma, Carrie Medici, her family basically funded the Renaissance. After knowing her for a week my grandpa proposed(please tell me you’re also seeing the trend of these people getting married crazy fast) and she of course said yes and when he had finished helping Joseph Joestar the two were married in London. They had two kids, my dad Robert(named for my great great grandfather), and my aunt Eliza. My dad married a Hispanic woman with a not-very-Hispanic-sounding-name(I know it’s weird), her name is Alisha and she’s my mom. My aunt Eliza married a man named Itsuki Kakyoin and they had my cousin(who might I mention is like 3 months younger than I am) Noriaki. I had an older sister, Lisette, but she was killed a few years back. It really affected my mom and older brother Finneas, and after that I just knew I couldn’t bring myself to be at home so I packed my bags and moved to London with my grandparents. Nori, Em, and I have always been really close. Here’s some more about me: I’m 17(I’ll be 18 on December 21st), I was born Willow Sage but I started going by Jolie three years ago. Alisha…...hasn’t always been the best mom but even so I still love her, the same goes for my dad. Lisette was older than me by four years. I love singing, dancing and acting. I have a manager, Becky. I want to be a pop star, I have green eyes, my hair is naturally brown but to fit in better with my dad’s family I bleached it blonde almost three years ago. My hair is also wavy but I flat-iron it a lot. I have tan skin and I’m 5’8.5 I guess now I’ll describe what I’m wearing. I’m wearing my hair down with a navy blue top hat that has a black bow on it, a jumpsuit that’s black in the front and white in the back, a navy blue pleated skirt, a black belt with a golden heart buckle and black combat boots. Another thing: I can use hamon and I have a stand, the same goes for Emilia. Her stand is Van Halen and mine….doesn’t have a name yet. I also have a lot of food allergies so I have to be really careful about what I eat.

“Bambina we’re almost there, how are you holding up?” Caesar asks me.

“I’m okay, just nervous is all. For one I haven’t seen Joseph since he stopped training me in hamon and after finding out all that stuff about him I’m disappointed, and then I’ve never met his grandson and you said he’s not entirely fluent in English, right?” What stuff? Him being friends with some Nazi named Stroheim and them helping each other out…..

“Certo.”

“What if we can’t communicate? I won’t know what he’s saying, I can’t speak Japanese.”

“Joseph and your cousin can translate.”

“I guess.” Our plane lands signaling that we’ve arrived in Japan. I grab my bag and a limo immediately pulls up to drop us off at the Kujo household.

We step out and I’m immediately introduced to the group by Joseph….after Carrie greets him of course.

“Joseph, how’ve you been? How’s Suzie?”

“Good, we’re good, I’m just concerned for Holly.”

“Of course.” Carrie responds.

“Everyone this is Jolie, Caesar, and Emilia. They’ll be joining us.”

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Speedwagon, I’ve heard wonderous things about you, I am Mohammad Avdol, I am a fortune teller.”

“You can just call me Jolie.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Jolie.”

“You too, Kakyoin.” The tall, tan one, with black, curly hair and blue-green eyes says nothing to me. I guess he must be Jotaro. Everyone greets Emilia and Caesar and then Avdol asks to name our stands.

“It’s quite simple, just pull a card from the deck and it’ll tell me what your stand is and what the abilities are.” If I’m going to be stuck with these bozos I may as well have my fun.

“I don’t have a stand, sir. I’m a skilled fighter but I don’t have a stand.” A complete lie. I motion for him to get closer to me and he bends down so I can whisper something in his ear. “I do have one but I’m going to have my fun with it. It does need a name though I suppose.”

“I see well despite this being a serious mission I’ll keep your little secret.” He whispers and winks at me. I carefully take a card from the deck. And I get……THE MOON?!?!?!? I LIKE CELESTIAL THINGS BUT JOTARO GOT THE STAR-

AND WHAT GOES WITH THE STARS? THE MOON! THAT WOULD MEAN……OH HELL NO, HE’S A JERK! A big, buff, strong, handsome jerk……BUT STILL A JERK! Carrie clears her throat to remind me of what I’m supposed to do. I take the Manila folder I’m holding and I hand it over to Caesar. “My file.” I say simply. Here’s what a file is: it’s all the important information about a person like their name, birthday, social security number, appearance, any health issues or allergies, height, weight, medical records, any health conditions, and prescribed medications, who their doctor is, any mental disorders, what their upbringing was like, etc. So y’know, important stuff. Carrie instructed me to give it to either Joseph or Caesar upon our arrival. This wouldn’t be such a problem if not for what exactly happened with my medical history. I can’t see out of my right eye, and I’m missing part of my right lung. About 25% I believe, two lobes. (One lung has two lives and the other has three) And let’s just say……well Joseph knows this I believe but he disappointed me a lot with what I’ve found out about him. I lock eyes with Jotaro for a split second then quickly look away. Okay I’ll admit he’s attractive, but I don’t even really know him, there’s nothing between us. I bet we don’t even have the slightest thing in common. As this trip goes on I’ll see if maybe we could be a thing but I don’t think so….chances are slim to none. Besides with those looks he could have any girl he wanted, in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if he already has a girlfriend. For all I know he could be homophobic and I’m bisexual. I know I probably seem like one of those bi girls, but I’m sure of this. I’ve known since I was like eleven. Little fun fact about me: I’m a hopeless romantic. I want that white Picket fence lifestyle. Loving husband(or wife, partner/spouse of life leads me in that direction) who’s always home, four kids, a yard to watch them play in with a dog, a porch swing, I want the ideal, stress-free life. I’m not willing to give up on love yet, but I’m close to ready after what happened with my ex, Sofia. And then I’ve been on and off with this guy Josh for a while, though I ended things for good about a month ago. I’ve….dated around, but I’ve found nothing but heartbreak so far. I know most people would say that I’m young and I shouldn’t give up on love so early, but if you’d been cheated on, lied to, and threatened in previous relationships I think you’d be just about as ready as I am to give up on love. I probably come across as just another spoiled, privileged, rich girl, and I am in a sense, but there’s more to me than people know. I may have had everything handed to me on a golden platter, but that doesn’t define me. I made myself a promise, and time is running out. I want to be married and done having kids by the time I’m thirty. If not then I’ll just stay single forever unless the right one magically comes along and swoops me off my feet into some fairytale life. But that’s never gonna happen and I’ve already come to terms with that. My ex, Sofia, she….she really hurt me. I won’t get into specifics but let’s just say I’m left with a broken, likely irreparable heart, trauma, and a fear of getting back into another relationship……

We head to the airport which signals the start of our journey. This is sure to be interesting……….. Hopefully we can just get this done and over with.

A/N: the picture is Jolie's stand, Ivory Moon. Welcome my friends, to The Stardust Crusaders Project

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idunnowatimdoin · 3 years

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so you wanna know where I’ve been, huh?? welllll ~

you see, life decided to fuck me over this year. it was honestly hit after hit after hit. first my uncle got hospitalized and died from what we’re p sure was negligence. then my grandma had a stroke and ended up in the hospital. she got out for about a month or two, but I came home for my uncle’s funeral in april and my grandma was dead by the first week of may. so that happened. had to finish out the rest of my clinical year in missiissippi away from all my friends and family while I grieved. at first it wasn’t horrible bc my family had me spend days writing these arbitration papers bc we’re pretty sure my grandma died due to gross negligence on the hospital’s part bc she went in with complaints of new onset weakness and they immediately wrote it off, focusing on her shortness of breath and only treating her for COPD. which is why she ended up having a stroke that went untreated for long enough that by the time they found out she had a stroke she was out of the time window for any helpful treatment interventions. so... I was writing up arbitration papers so we could sue the hospital so maybe they’d think twice about treating others the way they treated my grandma... but then they told me to scrap it. which took away my distraction/feeling of purpose/feeling like even though I was separated from them, I was helping. fast forward a month or so and my dog of 11 years died in my arms. she’d had cancer and she was suffering so much and was in kidney failure and couldn’t even get up to eat she was in so much pain. but my mom couldn’t make the decision to put her down. so I had to. which of course prompted my dad to start teasing and taunting me, calling me heartless and asking if I would put him aand my mom down as easily as I put Delilah down and then telling me I put her down before she was ready. so... that was fun. did I mention all of this was happening while I had to go through applications for fourth year audition rotations? and while writing my personal statement and working on my application for residencies.

then I move back to cali and move into my cousin’s house. seemed awesome at first. but then things started getting complicated. my cousin rents from our grandpa and she and her boyfriend were in the process of buying this house. but then my shitty ass, money-grubbing aunt got involved and jacked the price up so that the house cost as much as condos in LA (we don’t live in as desirable location as LA, ok??). this house has ISSUES. they have flying and subterranean termites. the power shorts out if we plug into the wrong outlets. there’s no working heater. they had to replace the floors bc the carpet was molded and causing my nephew’s asthma to get so bad he could barely breathe. the front bathroom can’t be used bc there’s so much water damage to the shower wall that if you put any pressure on it, even just with your hand, it caves in entirely. everything is outdated af. the sprinikler system is broken and leaks constantly, driving our water bill up. there’s black widows all over the backyard. and many more things I can’t think of rn. the point is this house isn’t worth LA condo prices. it’s worth foreclosure/flipper house prices. but they weren’t giving us that price. it got so bad that even the loan company my cousin was applying to told her she should seriously consider buying the house bc it didn’t seem like a good choice. the people whose job is to take your money told her to rethink her choice. well... now that my cousin told my grandpa she’s not buying the house he’s evicting us. so I had to scramnble and try to find an apartment that takes my dog and fits my budget. all while finalizing my residency applications and working an audition rotation with my number 1 program, which means I have to go above and beyond every day at work and by the time I get home I’m exhausted.

thankfully, things are finally settling down a touch. residency apps are submitted and I’m just waiting to hear back about whether they wanna interview me or not. my parents agreed to clean out their storage room and let me live there rent free until I figure out where I’m going for residency in july. I’ve settled well into my audition rotation and don’t come home and immediately pass out from exhaustion. small things, but itt’s the best it’s been most of this year. soooo~ I’m back until life hits me with another curveball. and I’m taking advantage of the time I have here by writing my ass off. so. hopefully you all enjoy the stuff I start putting out soon. bc it took a lot for me to get back into this.

tldr; 2021 fucked me up the ass with a 10 inch textured dildo and no lube. but I’m back for now. so enjoy my writing, dammit

#[ ;; THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD ;; ]#hahaha #fuck 2021

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prismatales · 4 years

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Through our lifetimes

Word Count: 2.7K

Bingo slot: Reincarnation

Pairings: Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

Tag/Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Soulmates AU.

Synopsis: According to legends, when both soulmates turn eighteen, they start remembering their past lives together. You’ve known about that story ever since you were a small child. The question is....are you ready to meet your soulmate?

Another entry for the bingo event, hosted by the @bnhabookclub ! This time with the Reincarnation prompt! This is also a birthday present for my dear friend @pixxiesdust , who’s one of the most precious friends that I’ve ever had the chance to meet! Happy birthday Zeze! We love you!

Beta readers: @todoscript & @etegomanere

Credits for the Kirishima cap goes to @eraserhead-transparents!

There’s an old myth about soulmates. One, that only a handful of people could tell you about.

An old story your grandparents have always talked about ever since you were but a small child that was just starting to learn how to speak, let alone memorizing things.

According to the stories, when both soulmates become close to turning eighteen, they start to remember their past lives together. They’ll keep seeing glimpses of these moments in the past the closer they get to this age, and when the day finally arrives they will start to remember each and every single moment of their past lives.

How was it possible that an old couple that always showed their family nothing but unconditional love and support, was able to tell you about this old myth like it had been something that they had experienced themselves?

It was pretty simple...It was because they had experienced it themselves.

Every single summer, you’d spend it visiting that small, cozy home in the fields. It almost felt like you were living inside one of those fairytale books that your parents would always read to your younger self before going to bed.

The days would go by listening to the stories about their past lives. You’d enjoy the nice breeze of summer, accompanied by an ice-cold pitch of sweet, tangy lemonade your grandfather would happily prepare for his two favorite ladies in the world.

It was a routine deeply engraved into your memories. Two tiny hands holding a glass way too big for them, filled to the brim with the sweet drink while you sat over your grandmother’s lap. Her wrinkly fingers would always caress the top of your head softly as she kept talking, and talking, and talking about the memories of her past lives with enthusiasm.

Despite being ridden to a wheelchair, your grandmother always made an effort to help her husband in their beloved fields. She would always help out by holding this huge basket over her lap, a way to help out the man standing in front of her, who was too busy choosing the best of their crops for their daily meals.

If there was something they took pride in, it was teaching you not to be a picky eater. There was something about their crops that made them so delicious, so different from the ones that your mother would always bring home from the supermarket.

It created some precious memories for everyone in the family when they saw the pictures of a small toddler, barely learning to walk, yet she already had her tiny, chubby face buried in a tomato.

As you grew up, it became a habit to come back during summer with the happiest smile on your face while helping out, carrying that huge basket filled to the brim with the delicious crops.

And many years later, once you finally started visiting them on your own, the habit of visiting the old couple every summer never died down. Some people your age would rather go to parties during the summer, or vacation to relax somewhere else.

But not you.

Each summer break would be spent visiting that same house, enjoying the nice breeze with a glass of tangy lemonade, smiling at the old couple as they kept telling you about the stories of their past lives.

Sighing deeply, you stared at the sliced tomato in your fork. Its color is pale in comparison to the ones from your grandpa’s fields, but even if their taste doesn’t even come close, food must never go to waste, so quickly, you start eating the delicious meal.

It’s just a typical lunch; a plate of pasta laid before you, carefully served in the shape of a small spiral, covered with a fine portion of tomato sauce, a sprinkle of parmesan cheese, and basil adorning the plate as the finishing touch.

The dish came accompanied by two slices of bread, toasted to perfection with a nice touch of melted, garlic butter.

Lastly, a nice portion of salad drizzled in balsamic vinegar as a side dish that, even though it was delicious, it couldn’t come even remotely close to those hand-picked crops back at those precious, grassy fields.

The taste of the salad may be bland in comparison, but it’s the company all around you that made the meal taste way better than what it was.

After all, it’s your very first get together after graduating from UA a few months ago. And the best part? It’s all happening during your birthday.

Being surrounded by your former classmates was always a nice way to pass the day. After mentioning how this would be the first summer you’d be unable to visit your grandparents, all of your friends came up with a plan to cheer up the dejected, young woman patrolling the city with a melancholic smile.

It was expected that you would feel this way after spending years visiting the old couple in that lovely house, but you knew it was bound to happen the moment you chose to become a hero.

So the morning your birthday came up, everyone had quickly dragged you out for the day, barely giving you the chance to get ready before being taken to one of the longest outings you’ve ever experienced.

From shopping sprees to a nice restaurant for lunch, and many other kinds of activities, the day literally flew by surrounded by those that could be considered a second family.

But as much as you adored the effort they put to raise your spirits, nothing could distract you from the dreams that you kept having for the past days.

Like the one where a young woman kept sneaking out of her house at night. A beautiful dress, that judging by the intricate design and the puffiness of the skirt was from the victorian era, was carefully dragged around as she walked cautiously through the dark, empty streets. She just kept walking, occasionally turning into a different direction, until a hand shot out through an alleyway, dragging her yelping self with little effort.

As terrifying as the gesture seemed, nothing but warm laughter came out of her lips when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her, holding her body against a firm chest.

“You’re late!” A voice exclaimed from above, resting their jaw against her head lovingly, their bodies swayed together as they enjoyed the other’s presence in their little hiding spot. “Did you have a good day?”

Pulling her head back, she looked at her lover’s face with a tender smile, wrapping her own arms around the stranger’s waist. “Much better now that I am with you.” From the way she stared at this man, the love they shared was more than obvious before they shared a soft, tender kiss.

But through your eyes, it was impossible to see what this stranger looked like because every time you had one of these dreams...there was a black blur over his face.

And of course...not all of these dreams had a happy ending.

Like that one couple, that despite trying their hardest to be together, their love became impossible the day she was betrothed to someone else in order to pay off her family’s debt. Her beloved, in a fit of heartbreak, went traveling overseas...and he was never seen again.

And then there were others, where the lovers never got a chance to meet, spending their whole lives waiting for the moment they could finally meet their special someone, just to realize, that in the end, faith had taken their loved one away before they could finally find each other.

“What do these dreams mean exactly, grandma…?” You asked this to your grandmother during a sunny day, pushing her wheelchair around the fields while she carried the same, worn-out basket in her wrinkly hands that were still full of strength. In the meantime, your grandfather was too busy picking some crops.

The moment you mentioned these strange dreams to the older woman, her face lit up with the same brilliance as that of a lighthouse in the middle of the darkest night. The basket fell out of her hands from the surprise, much to her husband’s surprise.

“Oh, my goddess! Honey! She has a soulmate! Our little girl has a soulmate!” She almost hopped out of her wheelchair from the joy. Seeing her being so excited that she almost stood up despite her legs being so frail, made the news even more exhilarating for the family.

You snapped out of the little trails of thoughts by a hand waved in front of your face. Blinking in surprise, you came face to face with a pair of red eyes and a slightly concerned face.

“Everything okay?” Kirishima asked, standing by your side while everyone else was engaged in their own conversation. “You’ve been spacing out for a while now.”

Warmth began creeping up your whole face, embarrassed about spacing out on your friends. You smiled awkwardly at the red-headed guy at your right side before giggling softly as you looked up at the vast and clear orange sky, filled with some of the fluffiest clouds you’ve ever seen as they took different shapes, some of them being cuter than others. It was amazing how fast time would pass by when you were surrounded by good company; it was already starting to get dark.

“Sorry, I was thinking about my grandma. We usually sit in the garden at this time of the day while she tells me this story.”

In the middle of your little speech, you failed to notice the way Kirishima kept staring at you fondly, knowing from past conversations at high school just how much you adored the old couple.

“You really look up to them, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” Looking back as everyone kept walking in their own groups after today’s outing, your attention then shifted back to the guy walking alongside you.

Who just happened to be your high school crush, but after all the hardships that occurred three years ago; such as the constant fighting against groups like The League of Villains, The Shie Hassaikai, and others. Dating became the least of your worries.

Especially now that you were on your way to become official pro-heroes, starting out first as sidekicks, of course. Your love life could probably wait...and hopefully, your future soulmate would understand…

“It’s getting pretty late, let me walk the birthday girl home!” He offered with that characteristic smile of his that could light up an entire room by itself.

“You really don’t have to!”

“I insist! What kind of guy would let a girl walk alone at night?”

Sighing in amusement, you gave in to his offer. Aftersaying goodbye to everyone else, both you and Kirishima began walking together in the direction of your small apartment.

The sky had already turned dark by the time you reached a small lake near the building.

“Hey, Kiri…Do you believe in past lives?” It was his turn to look back at the sky, stretching his hands behind his neck with eyes closing deep in thought and eyebrows half furrowed as well.

“Well...It’s not something I’d lose sleep over, but it could be interesting!” He opened a single eye and looked in your direction, the small grin together with those cheerful, red eyes could easily rival the beauty of the sunset itself. “You believe in them?”

“Well, yeah! I’ve heard so many stories about people who are able to remember their past lives, I think it would be amazing to know about ours!” He hummed quietly, nodding to himself in thought.

“What kind of stories have you heard?” He was genuinely curious. That, and seeing the joyful look on your face the moment he asked about it made it all worth it because seeing his crush happy was enough to make Kirishima equally joyful.

“Oh! This is my favorite one! According to the stories, when both soulmates turn eighteen, they see their past lives together!”

You kept explaining every detail to him, unaware of just how quiet he had become the moment you mentioned that once both soulmates turned this age, the hidden faces from their dreams, belonging to their lovers from a past life could finally be seen.

“What if they had an age difference? Say, five years?” He was starting to become more interested in the idea of these soulmates.

“Then they’ll start having the dreams once the youngest of the two also turns eighteen!”

“But what if one of them...dies before meeting each other?”

“Well...they’ll never know their soulmate...not all lives have a happy ending…”

“Oh, that’s...pretty sad.”

“Yeah, it is.” You looked back at the street, muttering softly to yourself. “Hope I can find mine, though…”

“Did you say something?”

“Ah! N-nothing important!”

After some slightly awkward silence, you finally came close to the building where you lived.

“Well...Here we are!” You stood in front of the gates. A bright smile was directed to Kirishima, who stood a few feet away, but still close enough that if he lifted his hand, it could easily brush against yours. “Would you like to come in? I have some matcha cake waiting inside!”

“You sure it’s okay?”

“Of course, silly! I’m a firm believer that birthdays must always be celebrated with cake!” He couldn’t help laughing at your enthusiasm.

But you didn’t get the chance to say another word before something flashed before your eyes. A burst of images began flashing at an overwhelming pace, different memories began coming all at once at an alarming rate that made you hunch, leaning on the gate and holding your aching head, throbbing painfully from the sudden wave of memories coming at all once.

Everything came so suddenly; all those dreams from your past lives came rushing like an avalanche.

That couple embracing each other in the darkness of the alleyway. The one that got separated because of a family dispute and the one that ran away together, everything just kept coming back.

And when they finally stopped, the very first one that you remembered stayed still before your eyes. The couple from the victorian era were embracing each other tenderly before he grabbed his lover’s face by their chin to give them one of the sweetest kisses you could ever witness.

His face was no longer hidden by shadows, and it was like a burst of colors painted this seemingly dark room filled with nothing but black and white with the brightest of shades. Like the sun itself had stepped inside that room.

Because that smile, that bright smile that could easily rival the sun...it was Kirishima’s smile.

Turning your head back slowly with eyes wide open, the first thing you noticed was that your so-called friend was hunched over, holding his head painfully before slowly opening his eyes to look at you, with the same look of absolute shock in those bright red orbs that were always full of life, despite everything he had gone through.

Neither of you moved for a solid minute and just stayed in place looking at one another before a tearful smile began appearing on your face.

“It’s you…!”

Carefully, your hands pushed against the wall for impulse, at the same time that he took a single step, before breaking into a short sprint until he reached you, taking you into a heartfelt embrace that was eagerly reciprocated.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He whispered, voice nearly breaking from everything he felt in that moment. Neither of you had the willpower to let go, not caring about anything, or anyone else.

“All this time...all this time, you were always right in front of me.” You whimpered. “We’ve been having the same dreams for a whole year and didn’t know it!”

“You’re not going to leave this time, are you?” You nuzzled closer to him, hugging him as tightly as possible and completely afraid of losing your soulmate all over again like in those past lives.

“Never, I could never do that to you!” He kissed your temple lovingly. “Nothing will tear us apart. I promise!”

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Teen Tracys

Muse is on a roll today, it seems (and I even managed to get some uni work done!). From a conversation with @janetm74 that started over a discussion about punk!teen Virgil with a green mohawk and Eco-Warrior!teen Gordon and snowballed into, well, something a bit like this.

Random, has not been particularly polished, and I threw in a time skip rather than deal with the serious conversation. Might write that later.

For ages, we’ve got Scott at 21, John’s 19, Virgil’s 17, Gordon’s 13 and Alan’s 9. Three teenagers in the house; uh oh.

Scott loved his brothers. Really, he did. But sometimes, they were just too much. Big brother just didn’t hold the same weight as parent, no matter that he’d helped to raise all of them, and every so often his little brothers remembered that.

“Gordon, no.”

The thirteen-year-old, decked out in nothing but recycled greens, glared up at him with all the self-proclaimed righteousness a teenager could summon. It was a lot.

“Do you know how much pollution is still being pumped into the oceans?” he demanded, not at all cowed by the fact he barely reached Scott’s chest. “They finally stopped all the fossil fuel in the 2020s, and plastic was entirely phased out by 2030, and then the world gave itself a nice pat on the back as though that fixed everything!”

Scott had heard this tirade before. Many, many, times before.

“Yes, Gordon, I know. Preservation of the oceans is important and that’s why this family – and Tracy Industries – does its bit to make sure nothing goes in there that shouldn’t, and is why you take part in charity events to continue to spread awareness. I know.” He didn’t have a problem with any of that, either. No, what he had a problem with were the rallies.

Charity work? Fine. More than fine.

The rallies? Not for an unaccompanied thirteen-year-old boy, and Scott knew they often involved illegally sabotaging places that still produced pollution. No matter how well-meaning Gordon was, it was Scott’s duty as big brother and guardian not to let him get tangled up in that.

“Clearly you don’t know if you think that’s enough!” Gordon retorted, and Scott sighed.

“Gordon, I know more needs to be done, but it needs to be done legally, and not result in you getting thrown in a lockup, okay? You’ve got that charity dinner with Lady Penelope next weekend, remember?”

“I can do both!” Gordon protested. “Scott, I have to go! It’s important for the planet!”

“Well it’s important to me that you don’t end up-”

Bright green in his periphery killed the rest of the sentence as he turned his head to see his normally sensible, reliable brother looking anything but.

“Virgil, you are not going out looking like that.”

“I can go out looking however I want, Scott.” Seventeen years old and the teenage attitude Gordon was showing seemed to have infected his next oldest brother at last. Virgil had been such a quiet, low-effort teenager – even more so than John, whose rebellion had been entirely digital and Scott was quite frankly afraid of what he might have done – until now.

Now, the punk phase had hit, and apparently the colour of the day was green. Vibrant, radioactive touch-me-and-die green. In a mohawk.

Scott tried to be the supportive big brother, he really did, but there were lines and the all-leather ensemble complete with mohawk and numerous piercings were pushing it. Worst of all was the noise-maker he called a trike that he’d gone and bought last week despite being explicitly told not to. That had crossed the line. There had been much shouting. Virgil refused to return it, and spent more time in the garage tinkering with it than with his family now.

Gordon considered it an affront, and Scott wasn’t entirely certain it wasn’t going to be a target for the so-called rally if Gordon managed to join it.

“Virgil, please.”

“I want green hair!”

They’d caught Alan’s attention. Great.

“No, Alan. You are not dyeing your hair green.”

Realising both green-themed brothers – if for two very different reasons – were both trying to slip out while Alan played distraction, Scott backed up to the front door and blocked it with his body.

“Virgil did!”

“And if his hair dye ends up in your hair, his entire new ensemble is heading straight for the recycler,” Scott growled. Three little brothers, all at once. It was enough to give him a headache. Gordon shifted, a shift that meant trouble, and he remembered the current household feud. “Gordon, if Virgil’s hair dye ends up in Alan’s hair, no more charity events until you’re eighteen.”

“But Scott!”

He didn’t even care which of the three said it. It could have been all of them. Why couldn’t they go through teenage rebellion from the sanctity of their bedrooms, like John did?

“I wouldn’t say green’s your colour anyway, Allie.” As though summoned by Scott’s thoughts, the fourth little brother materialised. Finally, some sanity- “how about we try black, or a dark blue, to match space? Maybe Virgil can help make it a galaxy?”

“John!”

Betrayal. Betrayal of the highest order, but Scott refused to get dramatic about it because he had three drama queens in the house already and that would only encourage them. Even if the smirk John sent his way made him want to throw something. Or scream.

Or both.

With four brothers ganging up on him – two because they’d hit the rebellion phase, one because his brothers were, and one just because he could – Scott knew he wasn’t going to win this with his sanity intact.

“Alan, no, you are not dyeing your hair any colour. Gordon, you are not going to that rally. Virgil, you are not going out like that. John, if you’re not going to be helpful, scat.”

“But Scott!”

That was all four of them. In chorus. If half of them weren’t feuding he’d think the whole thing was choreographed. Looking at John, he still wasn’t convinced the ginger genius hadn’t managed to orchestrate it. He was still smirking.

Scott needed to pull out the big guns.

“If you four won’t listen to me, maybe you’ll listen to Grandma.”

The woman was in the garden, taking a well-deserved nap away from five grandsons. Scott didn’t want to disturb her, but he knew when he was beaten. Two brothers, he could handle. Three, tough but doable. Four, when one was deliberately stirring the pot? Even Scott had limits.

Any hopes he might have had that the mere threat would be enough died when three defiant – and one amused, damn you, John – faces stared at him.

He pulled out his phone, gave them one more moment to change their minds of their own accord, before making the call.

“Scott?”

“Sorry to interrupt you, Grandma, but can you come back inside?”

“On my way. What have the trouble-makers done this time?”

Scott gave her a brief rundown, interspersed with varying levels of protest from each brother as it reached their turn. By the time he was done, the woman was inside the house, regarding all five of them.

Three faces were starting to quail. Alan in particular looked on the verge of tears, but no teenage rebellion was stopping Virgil being a Grandma’s boy and even Gordon had a healthy respect for her tongue. John continued to look far too smug, and Scott’s internal alarm bells were ringing.

Still, Grandma was here now. Grandma would sort his brothers out and Scott could get a blissful half hour – maybe even an hour, if he was lucky – without some sort of sibling drama.

“Well, I’m not seeing any problems here.”

What.

Grandma walked straight up to Virgil and started plucking at his jacket, deftly dodging the metallic spikes as she adjusted it on his shoulders. “When I was your age, it was all pink. Pink leather, pink hotpants.” She winked in Scott’s direction and the urge to scream bubbled up in his chest. “I dyed my hair to match.”

At least his brothers seemed to be as dumbstruck as him about that, even if Scott was watching his last bastion of support crumble before his eyes.

“Your Grandpa had the most amazing Harley,” she continued. “Ooh, what a beauty. Such a smooth ride. He really knew how to treat a girl, your Grandpa.”

Nope. Absolutely nope. Scott needed brain bleach, and an escape from the madhouse, preferably before he screamed.

With a hoarse yell that was only a yell, and not a scream at all, he yanked the front door open, all but ran through it, and slammed it so hard a shingle slid from the roof.

He stared at it for a moment before surging into a run, past the garage and that damn trike, over the front gate, and headed straight for… who cared, as long as it was away. Right then, the house could collapse or burn to the ground for all he really cared.

Scott tried to be tolerant, he tried to be fair to all of his brothers, but sometimes it was just too much to handle.

***

“Scott?”

He’d ended up sitting in a tree after running all through the woodland until his legs burned. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to stop his grandmother finding him when she wanted to.

“Are you ready to come home, dear?” she called up. He sighed and let his head thud against the trunk.

“Am I going to be ganged up on by my brothers over stupid things if I do?” he asked. “Because I think I’ve had enough of that.”

“Your brothers and I had a nice long chat, and we’ve put some new house rules in place,” she told him. “Gordon has agreed no more rallies and Alan no longer wants his hair dyed.”

“And Virgil and John?” he asked warily.

“Virgil has agreed not to provoke Gordon any more, but you two need to talk about policing each other’s clothes, young man.” Scott winced. “As for John, he knows he went too far, but just like with Virgil, you are going to have to talk to each other like the reasonable young men you are.” There was no reproach in her tone, but Scott felt scolded all the same.

He didn’t want to go home, but if Grandma was promising no more carnage… Scott could never bring himself to leave his brothers for too long. Reluctantly, he eased himself out of the tree, swinging from the last branch to the ground below.

“I know you don’t like what Virgil’s done to his hair,” Grandma said, looping her arm through his. “But remember it’s his hair, not yours.”

“It’s not that,” Scott admitted. “He can do what he wants with it; it’s that trike. He can’t wear a helmet with his hair all spiked up like that!”

“Then you should tell him that’s why you disapprove.” Grandma was, as always, full of logic. “None of you boys can read minds, you know. You have to talk to each other.”

“I know,” Scott sighed. “Sorry, Grandma, I messed up.”

“You’re just worried about them.” She squeezed his arm fondly. “They’ll appreciate it when they’re older.”

“Will they?”

“They’re not the first teenage boys I’ve raised,” she reminded him. “There’s nothing you and your brothers have done that your father and uncle Lee didn’t do already.”

“…Even the punk mohawk?”

“I still have the photos.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #grandma tracy #teen tracys #thunderfluff

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Fanfic Year in Review 2020

I saw someone doing one of these and thought it would be fun! So here you go! Also, all of my fics are Klance fics.

1.) List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

20 Questions (1/1 | 3,403)

Keith and Lance get trapped in a storage closet together and Lance is claustrophobic

I Can Hear the Bells (1/1 | 606)

Lance is a goofy theatre kid and Keith is a techie and they’re in love

To The Dungeon!!! (1/1 | 1,446)

Lance and Keith go to prop storage under the stage

Swimming in the Stars (1/1 | 1,630)

The team is living and working up by a lake for the summer and decide to go night swimming

Lock Me Out, Let Me In (1/1 | 5,011)

Keith keeps getting locked out but luckily his cute neighbor has a couch he can borrow

The Sharpshooter and His Knight (1/1 | 1,062)

Keith and Lance are traveling the world together and having fun

Already Gone (1/1 | 7,632)

Keith has to help ghost Lance with his unfinished business so he can move on

Getting the Corn Maze Creeps (2/2 | 2,025)

The team goes to a haunted corn maze

Pumpkin Pie Kisses (1/1 | 1,240)

Just Lance and Keith goofing around carving pumpkins and making pumpkin pie

When Witches Wander (1/1 | 1,219)

Lance is a witch out on Halloween night with his familiar Keith

Centuries Ago (6/? | 8,306)

Lance finds a knight who has been frozen in time (there will be 4 or 5 more chapters and I’m trying to update every Sunday now)

Snow Blue (22/40 | 53,220)

A Klance Snow White au (this fic is permanently on hiatus until I can get myself to write for it again)

2.) Number of words written:

86,800 (though some of that is from the early chapters of Snow Blue that were written the year before)

3.) Your most popular fic:

20 Questions with 1702 hits and 250 kudos

4.) Your personal fav:

Right now I would have to say either I Can Hear the Bells because it’s just so fluffy or When Witches Wander because I love the concept of Witch!Lance and Familiar!Keith.

5.) Your Fav scene:

My favorite scene is in Snow Blue and it’s the scene that I wrote the whole fic for. I think it’s in chapter 16 and it’s based on the balcony scene in Disney’s Snow White except angstier haha.

6.) A fic or scene that challenged you:

Well, the major one is Snow Blue. I had to drop the fic for now because I haven’t been able to write anything for it for like half a year due to feeling like my writing isn’t good enough to finish.

But besides that, I would say a scene that really challenged me was in Lock Me Out, Let Me In right after Lance’s grandma has died. It was difficult for me to write because I based the feelings in that scene on my own from when my grandpa passed away a few years ago. It was hard to write about those feelings, but I feel like it helped me process those feelings of grief that I’d been keeping inside me.

7.) A line of writing you’re proud of:

Honestly I have no idea. Once the writing is out of my brain and on the page, I rarely think of it any more even if there was a line that I particularly liked.

8.) A comment that touched you:

One comment that hit me really hard was one on Lock Me Out, Let Me In which thanked me for writing it because someone in their family had just passed away and reading my fic really helped them. When I read that comment I was just astounded that my work could touch someone so deeply with something so personal and it made me really want to write more things that people could relate to and feel like it helped them through a hard time.

And I’d also like to mention that I really appreciate all of the wonderful and amazing comments that I’ve gotten on my fics. They mean so much to me. I’d like to give a special shoutout to @midnighttales357 @otterobsession @gnotee @heavenlyfires @rexsartstuff and any others who I’m so sorry if I forgot you, who have all left so many amazing and sweet comments on my works and who I was lucky to be able to connect with on tumblr! I love you all so much!

9.) Something that inspired your writing:

I’ve been super inspired by a ton of other people’s amazing writing and all of the wonderful comments on my works which gives me the motivation to keep writing because I know people are enjoying my work!

10.) Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc.):

I’m just so proud of how much I’ve written this year! I started writing short fluffy Klance fics this summer because I wanted to try something new and I’m so glad I did because it makes me so happy writing them and I love seeing all of the amazing responses people have for them!

11.) Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

My writing goal for 2021 is going to be to post some writing at least every other week!

(A goal I would like to have is to be able to continue and finish Snow Blue, but we’ll see how that goes since I haven’t been able to write for it for half a year.)

This was really fun! I think I’m gonna try to do this each year now!

#klance #klance fics #katelfiredemon #fanfic year in review

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