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umbra-borealis · 8 months

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Little Toxin Masterpost. No ref sheet yet but for every like this post getst I'll leave a fact about Toxin and his parents below! Retweets count too!

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Fact #1

Toxin's parents are Shadow and... Scourge!

They're a close family that lives isolated because they all hate being around people for too long.

Fact #2

Toxin goes by he/they pronouns and is intersex like both his parents. Yes, both, it's a no brainer on Shadow since him being alien tends to go hand in hand with otherworldly... situations but Scourge requires some more context. Keep liking the post and I'll share that too ;)

Fact #3

Okay okay, Scourge context!

Scourge has fused with Chaos in this AU making him a water elemental. On top of that Scourge's mother was a mimic octopus pretending to be a hedgehog to trick his father, whom I've also re-written and given the name 'Cobalt', into marrying her to connect their kingdoms. When she was found out she fled, leaving her two sons behind, one of which was Scourge and this technically means he's already a hybrid. His affinity for water is genetic, he was practically born to be homies with Chaos.

Scourge didn't inherit the camouflage ability like his brother Sapphire did, no he got the funky gender shenanigans instead and with no one to tell him stuff or compare himself to, he opted to tell everyone he's cis and run if they ask sussy questions. Shadow is the first person he told.

Fact #4

Shadow 'carried', as much as you can call it that side his alien species is of the egg laying variety. (No I will not go further into detail) He's part of a race (that's essentially Black Arms and The End from Forces combined and expanded upon) called 'Nova Luna' and his species generally has traits such as digitigrade legs and crystalline growths on their body of varying shapes, colors and sizes. (I have art of this coming very soon)

High ranking individuals pose as fake moons, hiding their colossal bodies to influence a planet from a distance. Shadow however has turned his back to them for good after having met Scourge. Toxin and Scourge are the best things that ever happened to him.

Fact #5

They had no idea this would be possible, but Shadow had no issues carrying and Toxin hatched about as normally as a little toxic green alien hybrid pup can. Needless to say they were relieved to see a hedgehog and not some horrible mismatch of their DNA with a ton of genetic issues. Toxin was a healthy pup, if anything he was causing his parents problems instead.

Fact #6

Toxin is in fact, venomous! He's not lethal but a decent bite from him as an adult can paralyze you for a couple hours and a small nip is enough to partially paralyze/sedate the area. Scourge found this out the hard way after Toxin hatched and got nipped in his hand. They had to teach him in his toddler years to not use his teeth to solve every minor inconvenience.

Fact #7

Toxin's abilities are mostly Chaos Energy related. While his parents are fire and water elemental's Toxin appears to have an in-born talent to control raw energy by itself, which is incredibly dangerous! :D

Shadow and Scourge are only two out of seven Guardians who each have an element they master and controlling an element is just handling electricity cables while controlling the raw energy form is the equivalent of grabbing an exposed wire and hoping for the best. There's no buffer in the form of an element to focus energy in, on or through. Why Toxin has this talent is unknown... to most.

Fact #8

His shoes were absolutely a gift from Shadow and an updated replica of his own. Toxin was gifted the shoes when he was 18 and does regular maintenance on them ever since. Its important to him emotionally but not just because it was a gift. It allows him to keep up with his parents in speed and he has many fond memories of learning how to use them with their help.

Fact #9

I know the shirt he's wearing mentions a vape, but he doesn't actually use them. Most he does is smoke the good old fashioned way and even that is sparingly. Because of his alien DNA he's ridiculously fast at healing any injuries or ailments and isn't very addiction sensitive. He'd be lying if he didn't do it to look cool though. He's an edgelord. (Toxin is a cartoon, it's not my aim to romanticize or endorse anything. He'll be fine but us humans wont be, so with that said, don't harass me over art okay? Cool)

Fact #10

Toxin's personality switches between calm, reserved, barely talking at all and absolutely unhinged. It depends on who he's with. Shadow definitely brings out a calmer side in him while Scourge is the type of chaotic dad who teaches his kid curse words and pranks. He's a good guy though and knows when to be serious.

Fact #11

He considers Sonic and Knuckles to be his uncles, even if they're not at all related. They were the first people to give Scourge a chance and support his growth into a better person after all. They would've done the same for Shadow and when Toxin came along they would do anything from babysit to teaching the young hedgehog how to use his abilities. Toxin gets along great with both of them but secretly prefers Sonic, he'll drop just about anything to grab food with his favorite uncle.

Fact #12

The Nova Luna have a hierarchy based on minerals and as they age or improve in skill there's a chance they can 'evolve' into a different rank. Toxin is an elusive Emerald to them because their whole deal is their obsession with the Ancient's Chaos Emeralds. Controlling all that power would make them all powerful and be capable of controlling the galaxy. The thing is, none of them have ever risen higher than the Ruby rank. Toxin however is related by DNA to someone of said Ruby rank, as well as someone directly responsible for guarding and controlling at least one of the Chaos Emeralds in the present day. That combination of the perfect circumstances caused Toxin to be born with the elusive Emerald rank.

Fact #13

Toxin being this rare of a creature makes him priority number 1 to the Nova Luna and since I have no intentions of writing his story just yet since it's pretty deep into the AU I just barely started writing, I can go ahead and say that he does get taken and spends at least a year in servitude/training to the Nova Luna.

Fact #14

Of course has trauma from his time there, but he did learn a lot about himself too and managed to cling to that knowledge for dear life. Any progress he made in skill level would come to bite the Nova Luna in the ass super hard in the end. Once reunited with his parents, Shadow and Scourge help him process everything he's experienced as they too have experience with trauma.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #sonic fan character #chaos elements au

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alecmagnuslwb · 3 years

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Say Your Name Softly

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“Jaybird what happened to ‘don’t call any attention to ourselves’?” Roy asks as he looks around the bar where Jason has absolutely just caused a scene.

“I’m improvising,” Jason says throwing a wad of bills onto the bar for the owner as an apology for the trouble he’s just caused. “And choose between Jaybird or your trachea, you can’t have both,” Jason adds on because he doesn’t need Roy giving him some stupid nickname.

Roy, naturally, doesn’t listen. Jaybird sticks and despite his reputation and vague threats Jason never actually does anything to put a stop to it. Jaybird becomes common vernacular for Roy.

First Jason’s pretty sure Roy does it just to annoy him, especially when he realizes Jason wasn’t really serious about the whole trachea thing, delighting in every sharp glare that has less and less heat behind it every time Jason shoots one back.

From there it just sort of evolves, Jason stops glaring every time Roy says it and it becomes an everyday friendly nickname that as much as Jason is loath to admit it out loud he likes.

He’s Jaybird and well that’s fine.

***

Roy takes a running jump from the ledge of the building reaching out for the grappling hook and landing with a grace that sometimes still surprises Jason.

He doesn’t stop moving as he rolls to a stand and takes off, arrows knocked and aiming at the goons cornering them.

“Cover me Jaybird!” he shouts as he goes, expertly dodging gunfire while hitting three of the goon’s square in the chest with stun arrows. Jason curses under his breath already in motion guns at the ready. Beside him Dick chuckles.

“Jaybird?” he laughs and questions simultaneously as he stands and does a complicated flip jumping into the fray. Jason ignores him taking out the kneecaps of several of the guys while Dick kicks and punches his way through a pack of them, the blue of his Nightwing costume moving like a blur. Off to the side he hears the familiar thwip of a bow and thud of knocked out bodies.

Between the three of them they deal with the lackies easily, to the surprise of no one Black Mask doesn’t even bother showing his ugly, bony face. Jason’s tying up the last of the goons when he hears the sirens in the distance, Montoya most likely leading the charge. Jason stands to his full height about to shout over to Roy that at least he needs to get going, he’s not exactly on the best of terms with the GCPD just yet even if he’s been cleaning up his act.

Roy however beats him to it, “Jaybird!” he shouts from the other side of the roof where he and Dick have been chatting. “We better motor!”

Jason turns and shoots a thumb out to the direction of the next roof over so they can make their escape quickly before the cops show up not needing to say a word for Roy to know what he’s meaning. Roy nods in return before turning back to Dick, the two do some complicated bro handshake that ends with a loud high five before Roy immediately takes off in a run shooting another grappling hook for he and Jason to slide across.

“See you soon,” Dick shouts at Jason as Roy already makes his slide over to the next building. “Jaybird,” he emphasizes with a big doofy looking smile that Jason hates. He does not have time for his big brother teasing him about going soft or something by letting Roy call him a nickname.

“Hopefully not too soon, Dickie,” he shouts flipping his brother a playful middle finger as he takes off in a run following close behind Roy.

***

Dick isn’t the first, or the last to comment on the little nickname as more and more people hear it. Kory always gives Jason this look, this soft understanding look that he doesn’t understand every time he lets the nickname slide. Alfred drops on comms one evening to invite him over for tea and calls him Master Jaybird and Jason can hear his teasing smile in the words. One by one his family and Roy’s friends all start to just make little notices of it, like it’s some big deal.

Which it isn’t. It’s not like the words become more and more a term of endearment than a nickname, like lately Roy hasn’t taken to saying it a lot softer than he ever had before and started accompanying it with these lingering soft little touches. It’s not like Jason hasn’t found himself feeling something a little deeper than friendship of late when Roy says it, like he doesn’t absolutely melt when those little touches brush his skin. It’s just a silly name, that’s it.

“You good, Jaybird?” Roy asks his hand reaching out to turn Jason’s unmasked face to look at the cut along his cheek, all things considered it’s a minor injury.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jason says not making any move to stop Roy’s hand from lingering. That is until he catches sight of a small pack of Titans out of the corner of his eye. He clears his throat and steps back a bit a small grateful smile that he knows only Roy will notice on his lips. Roy just nods his head resting a hand a little too lightly to be considered some sort of bro slap on his shoulder before he steps away over to the little group.

Donna starts walking their way brushing Roy’s arm in a friendly manner as she goes, Jason’s stomach does a weird fluttering thing at the action. He’s not jealous, there’s no reason to be jealous. He and Roy are friends. Donna and Roy are friends. It’s as unmeaning as the nickname is.

“Jaybird, huh?” Donna says with a tittering laugh as she passes. They’ve just thwarted an apocalypse; Superman is somewhere on the metropolitan battlefield and that’s what she chooses to focus on. Roy just shrugs winking at her as he goes a look of some understanding passing between them that Jason can’t quite read.

Jason turns around bending down to pick up his helmet where it had been rudely knocked off of his head during a fight. Donna’s boots come into his eyeline, the amazon standing firmly beside him. He stands to his full height mirroring her stance with her arms crossed and hip cocked. She watches over where Roy, Dick, Gar and a few others have gathered checking in with each other.

“You better treat him right, Todd,” she says turning the full force of her warrior stance on him. Jason squints at her, the sky has turned back from its bright red to the sparkling night it should be, it makes the little constellations and stars on her outfit shine even brighter and makes her somehow more intimidating.

“That’s all,” she says before he can scramble to say it’s not like that with a wide fake smile, she reaches out her hand and places it on Jason’s shoulder like Roy just had, but with a much firmer grip, a grip that means business. It takes every bit of his Batman training not to wince.

She smiles more genuinely after a moment and steps away her eyes trained upwards when she spots Diana fly above.

Jason just watches her go expression unmoving realizing that maybe everyone keeps pointing out the nickname for a reason.

***

Jason’s not totally certain how he ended up at an arrow family dinner, except for the fact that he’s weak in the face of a bright-eyed pouting Roy Harper. So when he’d asked Jason to come as a buffer in case things between him and Ollie got intense his big green eyes bright in the morning sun with a pout on his face as he gave Jason a giant mug of coffee just the way he likes it, well he didn’t have it in him to say no.

Roy had been dodging the invitations for nearly a year, but when Dinah showed up in person and asked him to come there was no way he could say no.

Plus they’ve been spending more and more time in the warehouse in Star City than the loft in Gotham these days anyway, so really it was more a matter of convenience than anything.

So here they all are surrounding a big green table, which Jason thinks is a little on the nose, and everything has been shockingly pleasant so far. Dinah had practically burst into happy tears when she saw Roy on their doorstep and she’d even welcomed Jason in with open arms.

It’s clear the other arrow kids love Roy he’s oldest of them and they all look up to him and it pains Jason to see how surprised Roy is by that fact all the time. He’s not a screw up in their eyes, he’s their hero who overcame a lot to still be sitting at this table today.

Connor and Cissie are fairly indifferent to Jason which is just fine by him, except for Emiko who keeps asking exceedingly inappropriate questions about Batman that Damian always refused to answer. Jason doesn’t have any qualms about answering them however and he’s certain he’ll be getting a stern call from Bruce in no time about it. Mia is even shockingly polite, which considering their history is the most shocking thing about the whole evening.

Even more shocking though is Oliver Queen himself who is nothing but cordial and corny the whole night through. He’s clearly trying to maintain an easy-going environment and watching his words carefully so that he doesn’t test any boundary or limit that will lead to even one tense moment between he and Roy.

He doesn’t like Jason, but he’s never liked Jason so the simple fact he’s made not one negative remark about Jason’s presence is just enough for him. Everything about this night is clearly a win in Roy’s book judging from the smile that’s rarely left his face all night.

Dinner is perfectly pleasant and even makes Jason a little nostalgic for his Robin days when he was still innocent and family dinners weren’t just the occasional tea with Alfred. They’re lingering after dinner clearly each just waiting to see who will be the first one to break and say they need to leave and go on patrol.

It’s a waiting game Jason’s seen and always been the first to break at every gathering of his own brood, the only reason he’s not tonight is for Roy’s sake. He’s not even really paying attention anymore just lingering over the Tupperware of insanely good chili that Oliver had pushed his way moments ago letting the family just be together.

“Hey, Jaybird,” Roy says startling Jason out of his staring contest with the chili. He looks up and meets Roy’s eyes followed by the amused little smiles of everyone else and Ollie’s wide eyed, confusion maybe? Definitely surprise. “You ready to go bust up that fight club?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. The fight club in question has been on their radar for some time now, they’re 99% certain they’re using meta’s against their will and have been planning a little coup of their own over the weeks. Roy has about one and half feet in the door as a high roller, playing the role of spoiled rich boy looking to blow money even better than Jason does.

The next time he shows up he’s certain it’ll be the clubs last night in operation, he didn’t think tonight would be that night.

“You sure?” Jason questions searching Roy’s eyes for confirmation that this isn’t because he missed something going sour. Roy’s eyes look clear and certain and Jason knows he hasn’t missed a thing, Roy just wants to get the job they started done. He nods grabbing the Tupperware and the rest of the arrow kids take that as their cue each signaling their own farewells. Ollie never stops watching the two of them however, he looks like his mind has been running a mile a minute as he leans against the counter.

He finally moves when they all makes their way out the door, Dinah hugging each of the kids and even Jason as they file out. Roy and Dinah chat for a few more minutes while Jason safely secures the chili to his bike.

Roy looks so light and carefree and it makes Jason smile against his will. They walk over to the bike together Dinah hugging Roy one more time before he turns to Ollie and they do a weird bro hug style farewell that’s only a little bit awkward.

Ollie grips his bicep when they pull back. “You sure you two won’t need any backup with whatever you’re messing around with tonight?” he asks eyes briefly flitting over to where Jason leans against his bike.

“Nah, we’ll be good, Jaybird’s got my back,” Roy says. Ollie gets this amused look on his face as Roy steps away and takes the spare helmet Jason offers him. Jason gets on the bike first ignoring whatever is going on with Oliver.

“Jaybird,” Oliver mumbles under his breath before shaking his head. “Well if you change your mind, Pretty Bird,” he says looking Jason directly in the eyes as he pulls her close and places a lingering kiss on her head. Jason can’t ignore the implication of that comparison the way he’s managed to ignore everyone else’s glances and little comments. “And I are just a call away,” Ollie finishes with a chuckle.

Roy gives him a smile and a salute as he puts on his helmet and slips onto the bike behind Jason sitting a little closer and holding Jason’s waist a little tighter than necessary. Jason throws down his helmet visor to avoid the way Oliver’s still looking at him all meaningful and vaguely threatening before speeding away.

***

Tearing down the fight club is a hell of a lot easier than Jason expected it to be. They gear up at home then they’re in and out and sending vans full of free meta’s to safe havens set up around the city by the Black Canary herself in under two hours.

They’re both a little banged up when they make it back to the warehouse, but it’s nothing a few band-aids and a little Neosporin can’t handle.

Roy starts discarding pieces of the fancy burgundy suit he was sporting as soon as they’re in the door, Jason follows suit pulling weapon after weapon from his person in what they lovingly refer to as the discard box by the door. It’s their go to spot for all the weapons that need a good cleaning or maybe a good recycling down in Roy’s workshop.

By the time Jason’s down to just his pants and an under-armor shirt Roy’s settled down at the kitchen island rifling through the first aid kit with one hand and holding his other to a spot on the back of his head.

Jason walks up behind him picking his hand up from the spot he’s covering carefully.

“Did someone slice you on the back of the head?” he asks grabbing the rubbing alcohol from Roy’s hand.

“Yup, not sure how, but yup,” Roy grimaces when Jason takes a cotton ball to the slice.

“Told you not to cut your hair,” Jason says as he keeps cleaning the wound out. Last month Roy had finally parted with his scraggly red locks for a new cut short on the sides and back and just a little longer on the top. It looks good on him, but sometimes Jason misses the tresses of hair that would always slip their way out of his hats and blow around in the wind when they stood on rooftops. The hair not even fazing Roy from making a perfect shot when they’d fly in front of his eyes.

Roy snorts. “You just miss braiding my hair.”

“Yeah during all our pillow fights and sleepovers,” Jason huffs as he finishes cleaning up the slice and moves to open the Neosporin. He can’t exactly bandage this up so he’ll just have to badger Roy to remember to keep it clean.

Roy sighs. “If only you’d accept all my invitations to those, Jaybird,” he says seriously and there’s implications not even an emotionally constipated Jason Todd can’t catch onto under those words.

“You’re always calling me that,” Jason says as he slowly finishes up on the wound.

“Jaybird?” Roy asks slowly turning around to face Jason when he gives him a tap on the shoulder signifying he’s done.

Jason nods swallowing the lump in his throat realizing this conversation is happening there’s no jumping around it anymore.

“Well aside from your attempts early on, it was pretty clear you didn’t mind it all that much,” Roy says leaning back against the island. He reaches out brushing the bit of hair that’s fallen into Jason’s eyes, it’s the part that’s shock white a stark contrast to the rest of his dark hair. “So, yeah I call you that all the time.”

“You know Oliver calls Dinah Pretty Bird all the time,” he says tracking the movement of Roy’s hand as it falls slowly down the length of Jason’s arm.

“That he does,” Roy hums as he reaches Jason’s hand and tangles their fingers together.

“And you call me Jaybird,” Jason says looking up from their joined hands to Roy’s eyes.

“That has been established.”

“You know some people might make implications based on those similarities,” Jason says holding Roy’s eyes.

“Yeah they sure might,” Roy says pushing himself off the island. They’re practically nose to nose, eyes locked. “Damn do I wish the right person would realize those implications already.”

Jason swallows again a small smile forming on his lips. He never thought this would happen, that he’d work up the courage and finally acknowledge this ever-growing thing between them. That it would lead to a moment like this.

“Well I think he’s catching on,” he says. Roy smiles bright and lifts his other hand to gently cup Jason neck.

“About fucking time,” he says before leaning in finally breaching the space between them and connecting their lips. It’s a slow, sweet glide with so much passion and over a years’ worth of tension all seeping through when their lips move and their tongues meet. Jason’s not sure how much time passes, but eventually breathing becomes a necessity.

Roy doesn’t let him go far, keeping his hand on Jason’s neck and their fingers intertwined. He tilts their heads together while they both catch their breath.

“Well that works, huh, Jaybird,” he says stroking his thumb up and down the side of Jason’s neck.

“It sure does, Roy Toy,” Jason says with a chuckle hating the nickname even as it leaves his lips. Roy’s head throws back in a deep laugh he can’t seem to restrain.

“No way, nuh uh,” he says still chuckling. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, I’ll have to take up your trachea idea if you try to make that a thing.”

Jason snorts. “I’ll keep workshopping then,” he says before leaning back in and kissing the bright smile off of Roy’s lips.

#my fic #jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #the implications of ollie calling dinah pretty bird and roy calling jason jaybird are A LOT okay

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magnumdays · 3 years

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Magnum PI - 3.03 - No Way Out

So this week episode was...well, I don’t know.

I guess I enjoyed it and we got some fun moments. But over all I just... I just didn’t like anyone (weird because they’re my babies) . Everyone were just acting so not cool with each other. The bickering was annoying rather endearing. Seriously some of the most enjoyable bits were the Rick-being-worried-mother-hen ones.

Also where was the Miggy? There was barely any! (yes I’m saying that about the episode where we got this)

and an end scene like this

This little squint-y thing when she’s texting Ethan and smiling? We see you Magnum.

(And how can Jay just get hotter and hotter? I mean, seriously, someone call the fire department already!)

Magnum “keeping tally” of her dates....because of “the over under” that was pretty great too! And him pulling her out of the elevator. And her giving him a ‘mmmm nice’ look when he was wearing the sexy black commando outfit...

IDK, maybe there was some Miggy crumbs and maybe my slight ‘meehewh’ experience was it was just because I was watching this at 5 am and the streaming site kept buffering (and I just got so spoiled with 3.01-2). But I don’t know. It did feel a little flat. Maybe low stakes because I didn’t feel like no one was actually in danger, which is really weird during a hostage situation.

Plus point for the fact that they brought up / it caused problem that Higgy switched to TC for her Fake-Fiance! That was just so stupid I’m glad it actually came back to bite her. I would however have liked them all to be blaming themselves, rather than each other, because that just wasn’t cute.

Still, I mean some of the biggest reasons I watch Magnum because of good (and oh so pretty) characters, friendship and brotherhood (and partnership), Miggy, beautiful scenery and cool cars. I didn’t get much of any of that other than a minute at the end. Like seriously, there was not even one shot of the Ferrari this week...*tears*

Having some almost-personal-experience (one of my best friends is currently appealing her work visa and was possibly going to have to leave right before Christmas) it’s really tough to not know what’s going to happen. My friend is really broken up about it and I’m really bummed out too. It’s real terrifying to be at the whim of some government person who don’t know you or your circumstances other than from a sheet of paper. A person, that have the power to separate you from your new family and home.

So I kind of get why Juliet is upset and lashing out. She hates that she has no control. So I can forgive her.... for half of it.

But these guys all did this illegal thing for you Juliet, because they wanted you to stay so bad!

Magnum is easily as upset as you Higgy and TC isn’t happy either. They love you! Try to remember that!

(I mean TC lied badly and awkwardly for you girl, come on!)

Blaming them might be a cooping mechanism (and I actually love the fact that we got her fake crying about her ‘daddy issues’ because we all know that she probably got some. At least my head cannon Mr. Higgins isn’t winning dad of the year awards) but it’s also going backwards for her character (but when have they ever really cared about that?).

I figure it’s for the drama but it could have been equally dramatic if Higgy had just gone ‘I guess that means I’m going home for good’ and started mentioning all the things she was going to miss and Magnum was being all, ‘I’m sorry I fudge it up’ (even though I’m not sure I actually think it’s more Magnum’s fault than anyone else’s...)

Or they could have kept it all the same, but at some point actually had Juliet admit that she said yes to the proposal, she’s at fault too and maybe that she really should just have married Magnum. I mean that would just have been the simplest and most likely to succeed thing to do to succeed with the fake visa. Her switching messed it up and even with the ‘I own a business’ visa it’s still causing problems.

This could also finally have given them a moment to talk about WHY she did that (because they would be less likely that things went wrong with TC? Wouldn’t he go to jail if they found out same as with Magnum? How did switching ever make any sense?), maybe we could even have gotten some Miggy feels hinted at - of course interrupted by Bad Guys coming to shoot them.

I feel like this was maybe how it went in the original script - because of the whole “and I didn’t have to marry either one of you” comment at the end. I feel like that might have been meant to tie in with a scene like that. But that’s probably just my shippy sleepy brain making stuff up!

Despite this all I did enjoyed Magnum little speech about how it’s all his fault. It’s totally stupid and illogical for him to make it and if the immigration guy hadn’t been all ‘lets just forget about this because you saved my life, welcome to America’ it would maybe even have led to Magnum losing his license, them all getting arrested and Higgy deported. It’s still really cute and heartwarming and if Juliet keeps calling him immature man-child after this I’m gonna be annoyed.

The “welcome home” at the end and generally good feeling of things being some what settled with the visa (or so I’m assuming) is really nice. Higgy is finally actually home and we got a lovely family dinner with the whole gang, Juliet saying thank you and some Miggy puppy dog eyes to finish it all up with. Over all it felt vaguely like this might have been meant to air around Thanksgiving or something originally.

I guess I can’t complain too much. Little sad we didn’t get any kind of Christmas feels (but with the filming scheduled weird due to corona I get why no one would even have considered it) but I really hope we get a X-mas themed episode in season 4!

#magnum pi #magnum pi cbs #magnum pi season 3 #miggy #thomas mangum #juliet higgins #tc

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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richboy!seonghwa (part 27)

word count: 4k

angst, fluff

(part 26) (series masterlist)

the next few weeks were spent getting back into the swing of school. the hallways that were buzzing those first few days back quickly fizzled into a panic-induced frenzy. because if you thought the winter coursework was a nightmare, the spring proved to be much worse.

“20 pages? 20 pages!” you exclaim in the library to mingi and yunho. “i don’t even know enough words to make an essay that long!”

“okay miss scholarship student,” yunho teases, smirking when you smack him playfully.

“maybe if you weren’t so distracted by boys and read a dictionary instead, you’d be able to write those 20 pages,” mingi says casually, his own face in a book as he chews on a carrot stick.

your mouth drops as yunho snorts into his hand, the satisfied smirk on the red head’s face quickly falling when you speak up. “you really wanna talk about being distracted by boys, mingi?”

that’s quick to shut him up, only the crunch of him chomping on the carrot stick and the sound of your own chuckle between the three of you. the squeak of the library door opening causes all of you to look, your neck craning back to see seonghwa walking through with two boys from your 4th period class.

your eyes meet and he only does his usual greeting to you, a simple head nod with the smallest of polite smiles on his face before he quickly looks away. you let out a sigh, turning around to see the two boys looking at you carefully.

“still not saying a word?”

“no,” you sigh.

because the only time you managed to have a conversation with him was by catching him after your class the third day back at school. he’d been avoiding you like the plague and you suppose you understood that maybe he felt embarrassed about his drunken night and confessions.

but you didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t talk to you or that you were weirded out. so that’s why you watched the clock and got your books away before the bell, springing up from your seat when it rang reminding you of the other times you had to plan out a way to catch him before he bolted out.

“seonghwa,” you said, voice quiet but strong as he stiffens upon hearing it. he turns to look at you and tries to smile but it falls flat, his eyes and entire body deflating slightly.

“hey, y/n.”

the bustling of other students surrounds you as their feet scuffle and backpacks zip close, only a few people straying behind to wait for their friends or talk to the teacher. you two hold a tense eye contact, both of you unsure and guarded but for very different reasons.

you don’t know if you’re making things harder for him while he doesn’t know if you’re completely perturbed by the shit he pulled last week. because he thinks if there’s two people more disturbed by it than him, it’s you and yeosang.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” is all you say. because before that night, you guys were kind of back to normal. smiling and laughing and actually talking to one another.

“and you know why,” he mumbles, leaning his arm on the desk as he looks up at you.

“seonghwa, it’s fine,” you tell him softly.

“it’s not,” he says, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth. “i don’t even remember what i said to you but i know it had to be-”

“nothing. it was nothing and nobody’s mad at you,” you tell him in an attempt to make him feel better.

“it wasn’t nothing, y/n,” he snaps, your eyes widening at his unusually harsh tone. and he knows you’re only trying to make him feel less embarrassed and ashamed but it only makes him feel worse.

you hold your breath as you see him exhale one of his own, running his hand through his hair before he shakes his head. “i’m sorry,” he grunts lowly, “i’m just..i shouldn’t have done that.”

“and i shouldn’t have done a lot of things, either,” you tell him quietly, “i know...that that was kind of my fault.”

his adams apple bobs as he swallows, not even realizing the room has emptied out and people are waiting outside. he can only feel the thick tension between you two, your desperate attempt to make him feel better and make things between you guys normal again while he’s desperate to run away and just forget everything.

but even after everything, he’s desperate to tell you nothing’s your fault. that you didn’t do anything wrong and there’s no fault to put on anyone. but then the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks maybe placing the blame on you would make you feel better.

ask why you kissed yeosang when you knew he liked you. ask why you kept it a secret for those weeks after even though you both knew it was wrong. ask why the hell you chose yeosang but still insist on talking to him.

but he knows that’s not in his nature. he couldn’t ever put the blame on you when he sees how much it’s hurt you, how much you’ve cried and gone back and forth with yourself. it’s why he says:

“nothing was your fault,” he tells you. “i got drunk and said shit i shouldn’t have.”

“then why have you been avoiding me?” you ask softly. “yeosang said you haven’t really talked to him either.”

seonghwa swallows down the lump in his throat, his resolve to stay polite and good quickly leaving him. he shoots up from his desk and slugs his bag over his shoulder. he knows you mean well but he’s still sensitive and upset and the way he’s feeling hounded by you right now is making his skin prickle.

“why are you attacking me, y/n?”

his voice is such a short snap that it makes you draw back in offense; you were just trying to talk and make him feel better.

“attacking you?” you ask, “i’m just...i’m just trying to tell you we’re okay. that nothing has to be...weird now.”

air blows out of his nose and he can’t bring himself to look at your face, his head turned back to look out in the hallway. he sees a few younger kids waiting for them to leave, like their able to sense the tense atmosphere and stay far away.

it’s why he turns back and forces himself to look in your eyes, already feeling like an asshole when he sees the hurt and confusion swirling in yours. but for once in his life, he can’t bring himself to care that much. you say you guys are okay, but that’s not the case. he knows it, you know it, everyone probably knows it.

but because he needs to get away before he becomes a person that he isn’t at his core, he nods his head at you.

“you’re right. we’re okay. nothing’s weird,” he says, his voice soft but not with the warm sincerity you’ve grown to know. “i gotta get to class, y/n. i’ll see you around.”

“seonghwa,” you breathe out. but he pushes past you and out of the classroom, the people waiting outside immediately filing in and taking their seats.

that was the last time you’d talk to him and it was almost a month ago. you’ll see each other and nod or wave or attempt to smile but everything feels so forced and fake that it makes your stomach sink.

“it’s like after the move night,” you tell the two boys looking at you curiously. “we were finally becoming friends again, kind of, and then that call changed everything.”

yunho and mingi look at you then toward seonghwa, who’s walking through the library and looking everywhere but their corner. their hearts hurt for him, knowing how hard these past months have been for everyone but especially him. and they know you mean well but expecting him to be friends with you is a little...unrealistic right now.

“he’ll be friends with you when he’s ready,” mingi tells you, gently but firmly the way he always does. “it’s not that easy, y/n. think about if you felt the way you do about yeosang but he rejected you. and then try to imagine if he kept insisting you guys could be friends.”

you let out a sigh, knowing he has a point and is absolutely correct. but it still hurts your heart because you do love seonghwa and his friendship and everything he has to offer as a person.

but if he needs you to wait, you’ll wait. because you don’t wanna lose your first friend here over something as silly as a drunken night.

“did seonghwa talk to you today?” yeosang asks as you plop down in his car, leaning over to place a peck on his cheek before throwing your bag onto the floor.

“nope,” you say, a frown on your face before you ask him the same.

“not really,” yeosang says, shaking his head as he holds his palm up for you to take. “just his usual safe bullshit.”

him and seonghwa are in a similar spot that they were in after the movie night fight, tip toeing around each other and using their other friends as buffers. it’s not as bad, since they’re able to be in the same room as each other, but it’s still not their usual friendship; it’s why yeosang’s decided that today he’s had enough. he misses his friend and they have to talk it out again.

“that’s why i’m going to his house later tonight,” he continues.

“oh?” you squeak, playing with his fingers as he starts to drive off.

“yeah, i don’t know if he wants me to like...talk to him about that night?” yeosang questions, wondering if his friend is thinking he’s harboring ill feelings about the whole thing. because he was at first, but it hadn’t had anything to do with seonghwa. it was his own insecurities and stupid brain concocting a bunch of a bullshit. “but i have to go over there. last time it went well and he definitely wanted to punch me in the face back then. so this time should be fine.”

you giggle at his comment, nodding your head before looking over at him again. “maybe let him get one in this time. for fun.”

his eyes roll toward you and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you smile, your eyes lighting up when he says if that were the case, you’d be the one taking care of him afterward. you peck him on the lips and then do it again when you’re in front of your house, wishing him good luck and reminding him not to be an asshole later.

“i don’t know where you get this impression that i’m ever an asshole.”

his cute boyish chuckle rings through his open window after you slam the door at his comment, blushing and waving him off when he screams out the three words you’re still getting shy and giddy hearing.

yeosang waits until dinnertime to go over to seonghwa’s, texting the boy that he’s bringing chinese food and to have the door open for him. he doesn’t get an answer but knows the boy saw it when he gets there twenty minutes later, walking into the house and hearing the tv on in the living room.

he sees seonghwa laid out on the couch, passing right by the kitchen counter and missing the passport papers and boarding school pamphlet laid out for everyone to see. but it appears his house is empty again, everything spotless and untouched like a soul hasn’t lived here in months.

“hey,” is all he says, placing the food on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch.

“hey,” seonghwa says, eyeing the plastic bag before looking at the boy. “thanks for the food, though it didn’t seem like i had much of a choice.”

“you turning down a free meal now, you fuck?”

seonghwa smirks at the boy, fishing in the bag for a plastic fork before throwing one at yeosang. “don’t get shit on the couch. my mom will-” the words die in his throat when he realizes even if something did get on them, he could probably buy a new couch and have it shipped to his home before anyone noticed. “actually, it doesn’t even matter.”

“i won’t,” yeosang says, popping open his container before shoving a piece of sesame chicken in his mouth. the boys eat in a relative silence, a stray comment about the tv show and the sounds of their chewing filling the room.

“how long have your parents been gone?” yeosang finds himself asking, fishing around his bowl as he successfully avoids the pieces of broccoli.

“don’t know, maybe since november. hadn’t talked to them in a while.”

yeosang’s eyes widen, placing his sock-covered foot on the table and smirking when seonghwa smacks his foot down immediately. “hwa, what the fuck, you’ve been here alone for almost five months?”

the boy only shrugs in response, stuffing his mouth with a dumpling as he mumbles “i guess.”

“assholes,” yeosang grumbles, shaking his head before the last part of his sentence rings in his head. “but you’ve talked to them recently, then?”

the boy only answers with a short “yeah,” but yeosang doesn’t find anything about it suspicious. after all, they’re always a little short and cryptic when it comes to issues with their parents.

they finish eating as they watch tv, yeosang laying back on the couch with a grunt when his stomach feels like it’s about to explode. seonghwa wipes his mouth with a napkin before picking up the food, humming when the boy laid out thanks him quietly.

seonghwa dumps the food in the trash before eyeing the papers on the table, his gaze roaming to yeosang before back on the counter with a sigh. he licks at his lips questioningly, the short phone call with his father replaying in his mind.

“looks like we’ll be here for a few more months,” his dad told him firmly. it’s the first thing he said after saying hi, not a ‘how are you?’ or ‘have you been eating?’ just a pleasant reminder that he’ll be alone in his huge house for a bit longer.

“oh,” is all he managed to get out. and whether his dad heard the disappointment in his voice or not, the next sentence that left his mouth throughly shocked him.

“i know it’s your senior year but we figured we’d ask. would you wanna go to school here?”

his eyes widened at first, his immediate instinct to say absolutely not and enjoy the life of being a teenager whose parents are abroad in france. but he can’t even lie that the thought of getting away could be just what he needs right now. because his life hasn’t felt right for the past few months.

and he’s not only thinking about the whole thing with you and yeosang. he’s considering how much he’s hated being alone here, how he’s so sick of the empty house and not hearing from his parents for weeks. how he no longer wants to bother his friends with his weepy nonsense while they’re trying to enjoy their last moments of high school.

but does he really wanna do that? does he want to leave his friends and school and move to a country where he doesn’t know anybody?

“i-i...” he stutters, unsure of how exactly how to answer. but with his son not immediately blurting out the word ‘no,’ the man offers him time to think about it, informing him of the name and telling him to print out the brochure on the school’s website.

“it’s a great school, seonghwa. it’d be a good opportunity and my colleague’s son goes there. but we’re not gonna force you, it’s all up to you.”

that conversation was a little over a week ago and seonghwa had still been going back and forth with himself, every night going going over the pros and cons in his head. because while a part of him thinks it’d be good for him, another part of him isn’t sure.

but then when he pads his way back over to the living room and see’s yeosang sitting up with a serious expression, his brain pushes all of that out of his mind. he knew the boy had ulterior motives for coming over and now he thinks he’s about to get his ass handed to him.

“you know we gotta talk about it,” is all his friend says, placing his foot on his knee as the boy looks at him. “stop looking like i’m gonna punch you in the face.”

seonghwa lets out a snort, rolling his eyes as he plops back down on the couch. “you probably deserve to,” the boy mumbles.

there’s a few beats of silence before he hears, “you’re fucking joking, right?” seonghwa’s head snaps up immediately, raising an eyebrow as his friend just looks at him in disbelief. “you’re too good a guy, seonghwa, i swear to fuck.”

the boy only lets out a humorless laugh and shakes his head, looking away for a moment before back at his friend. “how do you figure? i called your girlfriend in a drunken fit and confessed all of my feelings to her.”

“she said you couldn’t remember anything,” he says. tone not accusing nor angry.

“i don’t,” seonghwa says, “but i know that’s what happened.”

yeosang looks at his friend and can see the inner turmoil he’s feeling, wishing the boy wasn’t always so hard on himself. he puts aside his own shit all the time to spare others and it’s something yeosang wishes he could do so easily.

“okay. so what?” yeosang says. seonghwa raises an eyebrow as he looks at his friend in confusion. did he not just hear him say he told his girlfriend he had feelings for her? not like he didn’t already know...but still.

“seonghwa, we all already fuckin’ knew that. we also know i was wrong in the first place for kissing her when i knew you liked her.” the boy pops his neck to the side, remembering the blow out fight they had in the basement that felt like it was, both somehow, yesterday and a year ago.

“but i know also you’d never do anything. you’re my best friend and you’re just too fucking good.”

seonghwa looks at yeosang and swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head at the boy. he doesn’t feel like he’s good, he doesn’t like that he put you in that position in the first place and he doesn’t like that he couldn’t put his feelings aside for his best friend’s girlfriend, no matter how sneakily you guys started.

“you’re also a fuckin’ pussy so...”

seonghwa rolls his eyes and kicks the boy roughly in the leg, smirking in satisfaction when yeosang lets out a pained groan. “you’re such a dick.” and just like a dick would, he only laughs before his face turns serious again.

“i’m serious, though, seonghwa,” yeosang says, “neither of us are mad or uncomfortable or any of that bullshit. we did have a fight that night but it’s because i was being a bitch.”

seonghwa raises his eyebrow at that tid bit of information; he didn’t know about that.

“she cares about you seonghwa. probably more than she’ll ever admit to me,” he continues to say. “because she was going no matter what i said. she didn’t want you being there drunk and upset.”

and even though seonghwa knows you’d do that for anyone, it does make him happy to know you were gonna be there for him no matter what. because you’re his friend and even if that’s all you see him as, it’s still someone in his life that’s there for him. that should make him want to stay and finish the year out where he grew up.

but...

“i’m going to france,” he blurts out.

a dead silence hangs between the two boys, yeosang staring at his friend in immense confusion; that was the last thing he was expecting him to say. what does he mean he’s going to france?

“what?”

and it’s like saying it aloud has finally made the decision final. he thinks he even knew that’s what he wanted, what he needed, the second he got off the phone with his dad that night. that even though he’s almost an adult, he needs his parents around for guidance and support and can’t be in this house for days at a time with just his own thoughts.

“my dad told me about a school there,” he finally tells the boy, now wishing he would’ve told him sooner by the look on yeosang’s face. “said it’s a good opportunity and asked if i wanted to go.”

“and you said yes?” yeosang asks in bewilderment, trying to keep his composure and voice calm. but what the fuck, “it’s our senior year, seonghwa. we’re supposed to be graduating in like four months.”

“yeah and no one would even be here to see me graduate, yeosang. they’re gonna be there for god knows how much longer.”

“so?” yeosang asks, knowing he might have a tiny point but not wanting to see it. because his brain can’t stop connecting all of this to the drama that’s been happening this whole entire school year and now he thinks he might be feeling the crushing guilt you’ve been experiencing.

seonghwa lets out a small chuckle at his friend, shaking his head as he looks over the boy. “so i want my parents to see me graduate. and if that means going to france, then that’s that.”

“thats bullshit, seonghwa, and you know it,” he says. “this is because of y/n, isn’t it?”

seonghwa swallows the obvious elephant in the room. because, yeah okay, he can totally see why he thinks that. he’ll even admit it may be playing a role in this. but even without all the drama, he might’ve considered this opportunity.

“no,” seonghwa says firmly.

“don’t fucking lie to me,” yeosang spits back immediately.

seonghwa rolls his eyes at the boy’s temper, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek before he throws his arm’s up in defense. “okay, it might have a little bit to do with-”

“fuck, seonghwa,” yeosang groans, getting up from his spot on the couch and pacing around the large living room. he allows his friend the time to process this, watching silently as the boy walks around the room and goes through the motions of allowing the information to sink in.

“if your feelings for her were this strong, you should’ve-”

“it’s not only because of you and her, yeosang, don’t think so highly of yourselves,” seonghwa says, surprising yeosang and causing a smirk to quirk at his lips despite the situation. it even causes him to settle ever so slightly, still feeling a pit in his stomach about his best friend really considering leaving just months before their senior year is over.

he lets out a sigh looking at the boy, not seeing an ounce of hatred or envy in his eyes. just an open honesty that causes yeosang to plop back down on the couch.

“so, paris?” he finally asks as he looks at seonghwa.

“i...i think so, yeah,” the boy responds, smiling sadly at his friend. he never would’ve thought in a million years that they’d be having this conversation. that seonghwa would actually take his father’s offer and allow him to ship him off to a fancy, school in europe.

“and it’s really not because of...everything?” yeosang asks, still unconvinced but trying for his friend, and maybe even himself, to believe the alternative.

“no,” seonghwa says, “i’ve been feeling...lonely, i guess, in this house. they weren’t even around much but when they were it was good, ya know.” yeosang only gives him a sad smile back, shaking his head as he feels his heart sink.

“no, i don’t.”

seonghwa looks down and wants to laugh at the situation. because there’s nothing more pathetic and cliche than sad kids with mansions and black cards. but if seonghwa has parents who are better than most wealthy ones and yeosang has a girlfriend who he’s incredibly lucky to have, then he thinks both of them are gonna be okay.

“not to take one from your book and be a pussy, but i think i’m gonna miss you.”

seonghwa throws his head back in laughter and it’s the first real laugh he thinks he’s had in weeks. but it’s always been like that with yeosang, a balance of teasing and serious that naturally comes after years of friendship.

“well i’ll be here for another week. cry then you little bitch.”

and now it’s yeosang’s turn to kick seonghwa in the leg, both the boys snorting in laughter as they try to contain their smiles. it feels good for them to be back to normal, turning their attention back to the show before suggesting to put on one of their favorite movies.

and with something unspoken in the air, yeosang and seonghwa crash on the couch that night because neither of them would ever utter the term slumber party to one another.

(part 28)

#italic flashbacks kept getting messed up #srry!#seonghwa #yeosang #seonghwa angst #yeosang angst #yeosang fluff #ateez #ateez angst #ateez fluff

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delicatebluebirdruins · 3 years

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Shadow and Bone

This will contain spoilers (duh) some names being forgotten and its going to get long and some context less chaos

I hope i got the image ids right

Episode one (23rd April)

- ahh so the Fold= Dark Island form VoDT but with less summoning of monsters?

ID: Ben Barnes holding onto the wheel of a boat

- Many smol beans

Brief interlude with Nausicaa Valley of the Wind

Episode 1 cont. up to midway episode 7 (24th)

- magical brown trouser time my good sir

- buddies!!

- they’re not going to leave Alina alone to her existential crisis are they?

That tent looks like a circus tent to me and I have no idea why

- hmm hello completely innocent fallen branch

me: turns to sis and asks if we can we take brief intermission for this headbanger (which we did)

Turns out our brief intermission for the song was useless because after pressing play again it started buffering

we were talking about it and Dad misheard it as shaggy bone

Imagine the darkling but in pastels and black lace

- how the flipping heck can you fake bleeding light

- do you want to get lost Alina?

On Ben Barnes beard: 50% hot damn and 50% fight me (the way he tilts his head in this makes us want to hit him in the jugular)

Episode 3

- ooh look at the stag

- i love the bathroom

- damn Nina

- I wish Alina had time to get some magic tips but oh well

- replays Ben Barnes saying Moya Tsarieta twice

- how?! (Look I told you there was going to be bits where the context is tricky to pin point)

- i love the goat

- oh Jesper

- blue and gold is a great colour combination

- about the dinner scene: if this were me it would be the very rare time I stand up for myself

+ I want to add a small thing about the food taster... one is dream job/ i like him/ and imagine a taster eating something and it goes down the wrong way

- yes Jesper hug the goat- and

ID: a man with his thumb up gif from The Hunger Games; with him saying “nice shooting sweetheart” but I couldn’t find a gif of him saying it

- true north? I am never going to be free of bellarke am I?

- oh that hurts

Episode 4

- “our saint has arrived to late” 🤧

- ohh the stag is so pretty

- horses!!!

- time for a heist- i love this goat

- aww wishing fountain bonding

- the darking is growing on me

- i love Mikhail and Dubrov

- I love what we get to see of Nadia and Marie and Kaz and Inej and Jesper and basically everyone

- i love a heist (this isnwhat the hobbit should of been but you know with more dragons

- Mal is baby

- poor Nina

- ah ha a vicious cycle against the Grisha and Fjerdan

- I thought Arkens reaction was a bit odd

- oh Alina sweet heart- flashback time

- the map room is a aesthetic- using Aleksanders own words against him

That shot of the two of them is great

- poor Alina

- yas queen

- oh the stag!

- oh the machine gun; Mal poor buddy and of course flashback time

- i knew she was going to get the scar removed

Episode 5

- poor Mal

- Nadia is me

- Genya is amazing

- hi David and great minds think alike Alina (i had the same expression on my face when they were flirting)

- oh the creepy masks had a purpose

- “you’re not Ivan” you don’t say

- aand height difference... this first kiss is kind of weird to me

- oh Jesper you flirt

- I’m sorry firey people you’re going to be outshined

- Inej is so beautiful

- Dima?!?!

ID: two people from a scene in the Anastasia Musical the song My Petersburg

- what is the librarians dudes problem?

- Genya you badass... poor Marie (does Alina learn about this?? It would probably be forgotten just like her causing the death of her fellow mapmakers)

- I love the costumes

- Tofin (Idk his name) we don’t know you sorry you’re dead

- oh the kissing

ID: a gif showing two people kissing

- and him giving her the flowers is kind of cute but where did they come from?

- *pinched nose* I hate cryptic messages Baghra... holy shit... i mean I kinda knew he was immortal but still holy shit

- oh Kaz... Inej! Collect your bloody knives

- *snorting* The crows being sent to kidnap Alina and Jesper just watching her climb into the getaway carriage will always be hysterical (i personally would be laughing and thats why anything involving stealth is off the cards for me)

Episode 6

- rest in pieces Arken

- Alina broke Inej

- I love Ivan (remember the thing i said about forgetting names/ getting them mixed up? This is it.. I love Feydor a lot more than Ivan but they are both so cute together)

- my heart will go on starts playing?

- i like that horse statue in the background

- i love the beach... look at those waves... the wet look is great

- you done mess up Alina but also cool

- Mal is burly squid

- “burly squid” wheezing nosies

- now hug

- Kaz I love the cane

- “I see you now” aww

- I knew they were going to snuggle... those cute laughs

- the alarm clock though... i knew Inej should have taken the knife... i love Jesper... poor Inej... clever boy Kaz

- does it hurt? Mal? Does it hurt?

I have a habit at picking at things that hurt and well fictional characters aren’t safe from me wanting to poke something painful

- ride OR die bitches

- aand more height differences... getting very close there guys... Matthias please don’t let her fall.... they are kind of cute

- David through a book... 😂 they carriage jacked the Darkling

- David raising his hand is me... but damn it

- Alina is amazing... please remember you’re wearing the ring... Mal is best boy

- “adorable” snorting noises

Episode 7

- horsey!!!

- ahh the return of the VoDT hair (see first gif)

- Luda is familiar...

- yikes

- poor Aleksander being turned into a pincushion is not a great time

- poor Luda

- holy shit

- rock and hard place

- fuck off Baghra

- he wanted to help 😔

- ah so its like the hollow from Charmed

Image ID: gif from the og Charmed with text saying “ohhh she’s a demon!”

- this shot is beautiful... ah so I guess this could have been what happened if Caspian resurrected the White Witch... i guess

- hi stag.... oh okay 😔 poor Stag poor Mal

Flashbacks to Cinderella and Snow White (the one with Krisien Sterwart) natually it follows along with Snow White

- *squishie noises* poor Jesper... we love you Jesper but please stop talking to Inej just in case she sews her finger to the wound

- i love the crows and i love the chat about the crows

Buffers

The next day (25th) episode continued

- David looks so sad

- personally I would downsize the fold just as reminder of it

- that looks like that hurt

- I love Milo and Jesper 💖

- don’t look at it Alina... Genya is right that colour is horrible... tell her off Alina... poor Genya

- I think Jesper had fun playing a guard

- I knew the Darkling read the letters

Sister: why does he look like Tom Ellis right now?

- oh Mal

- blow dart... lol Kaz

- Milo!?! Oh the bullet you clever boy Mal

- i like the tent... he’s not wrong... we want to play with that dangly bit... oh the angst

- I thought you looked older (idk context)

- I love the outfit but couldn’t the necklace be anywhere else?

- “no mourners no funerals”

- I love the music

Episode 8

- I don’t trust that opening

- me too Crows, me to... how could you not know who Milo is

- I love Nina and Matthias so much... they are so pretty... I am not a fan of taxidermy... oh his name is Feydor sorry we kept getting you mixed up

- God damnit Kirigan.. a not so sneaky Mal... the honorary Crow... pick a side already darkling... Sun Queen?... did anybody notice her being tied down?... Good Mal and good Inej

- Jesper is amazing... so much death... bad bitch Zoya... I love Inej kissing the knife and nailing the Darkling with it... head shot... hello buddy??... this music though... badass Alina... fucking Ivan... holy shit and of course music is amazing

+ brave Kaz

- Inej and Alina bonding time... hugs? No hugs ☹️

- he offered her his hand 😞... Inej wants to hug... finally some hugs... Zoya has grown on me... i love Kanej (is that the ship name)

- Matthias oh no buddy... hill house flashbacks

- i love Jesper so much... Nina going “someone say heartrender??”

Image ID: someone turning around and raising eyebrows at camera

- Kaz saying “she’s a saint” made my heart happy

- I doubt the Darkling is dead...... i was right

- well shit/ coolness of making shadow monsters follow you (please let there be a flashback for this)

Bonus

+ imagine of Matthias and Nina decide to sleep rather than get food and were caught cuddling by the Grisha... I thought of this as I was getting into bed that night and i got up ran to my sister told her my thought she found the idea funny then went back to bed

+ people who own trains are evil?? Looks at snowpiercer

Bonus: the soundtrack is on spotify and itunes

Image id: someone bobbing along with headphones on

#shadow and bone netflix #ellie watches #spoilers #long post

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Chapter Summary- At a party, Keanu and Y/n meet for the first time and here, more than ever, first impressions count.) Warnings- Age-gap, sexual insinuations (Releases on Wednesdays)

Chapter 1

Y/n never understood it, how she could manage to feel so alone in a crowd so big. Even with friends, the center of attention, just as she had been for so much of her life; the girl who everyone liked, who everyone wanted to be. The offspring of a socialite and the president of a company that ran the world’s fastest growing hotel and resort chain, rubbing elbows with the best of almost every industry. She came from a long line of old money, the finest of everything at her fingertips, being raised to be as influential as her parents, attending the parties, the fashion shows, taking the vacations. Y/n should have been happy, it was the optimum of the American dream and she hadn’t done a thing to deserve it. It was merely the luck of birth. She should have been happy, but she wasn’t, not really. Empty, maybe; she always had a hard time finding the same joy her parents had.

Things had gotten a little better after Y/n had returned from college, re-integrating into the life, but to say that she was truly happy would still be a reach. Sure, her empty laughs weren’t as hollow and her persistent frown had turned into a line, usually painted in deep red, but that was about it, at the end of the night, when everyone left their house, Y/n still just as lonely as she was when they were there.

“The guest list this time is insane,” someone said beside her, her cousin, just about five years older; Jillian. They usually found each at events like that, sticking together, with Jillian typically being the one to pull Y/n into crazy escapades that otherwise weren’t allowed.

Summoning a wide grin that she hoped would reflect pride, Y/n turned to Jillian, who looked much like herself. If their families weren’t so famous, if everyone didn’t know them, people might mistake them for sisters. A beautiful pair, who had been as genetically blessed as they were in every other way, had grown up extremely close, their families’ kinship intertwined; their fathers were brothers and their mothers were sisters, because after all, money was usually only ever attracted to money. At least, that was what they had learned. “It is,” Y/n nodded, “My mom met some people in Paris a few months ago, when she was there for fashion week. Some of the models brought their boyfriends.”

“Ohhh,” Jillian sang, “They must be the hot guys holding the purses. You think their open to infidelity?”

“What about Robert?” Y/n laughed quietly, for real that time. Robert was Jillian’s fiancée, but if they lived in nineteenth century, he might have been called her betrothed, with their relationship coming from family politics rather than love. He was a handsome man, probably in his early thirties, though his snotty demeanor and constant scowl had added another five years to his age. Robert’s family, like their own had descended from riches, and he was set to inherit millions in addition to a chain of companies. His still new relationship with Jillian, which had been an arranged one, was what their parents liked to call a “good match” and if Y/n didn’t start looking soon, she might be half of the next one.

“What about him?” Jillian scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Rob usually has a stick so far up his ass that he’s blinded to everything else. Besides, he’s terrible in bed. We tried once and he kept licking my cheek.”

“That’s....really fucking weird,” Y/n cringed, walking arm in arm with Jillian around the edges of the room as they surveyed the crowd, or rather, its selection of men. Looking around, one might have thought that money could by looks; most of the people there, especially the ones around their age were gorgeous; from models to movie stars along with other, pretentious looking faces filled the Y/n’s home. Some lingered in the grand foyer while several others had gathered in the dining room and in the living room on the other side. “He’s hot,” Y/n pointed out a man near one of the bars, holding a wine glass, talking with an older couple.

Jillian hummed in agreement, “He is,” she giggled, “And look at his hands, that means he has a big dick, right?”

Y/n shrugged, “I guess, but I thought it was shoe size,” she frowned, in all actuality, stumped on the issue.

“I don’t know. But at this point, it doesn’t matter, I just need to get laid,” Jillian grabbed Y/n’s hand, their fingers lacing as they placed their wine glasses on the table, “Come on,” she pulled her along towards their prey.

Keanu stood near a set of stairs, caught in conversation with people he didn’t even know. He didn’t know why he had accepted the invitation, maybe it was because when his manager had gotten the call, his publicist had insisted it wasn’t an invitation he could reject. They were too much of a prominent family, not going might have seemed like a snub which would only mean months of bad press.

So, there he was, faking smiles and pretending to like everyone. Keanu had only been there for about an hour, and he had yet to meet the hosts but already he could tell he wouldn’t like them. Who threw black tie parties in the middle of he week without any foreseeable cause anyway? Worse yet, their house screamed ‘pretentious snobs’; reflecting the highest levels of French luxury. Walls lined with art from internationally famed artists framed shiny marble floors which in turn surrounded a grand staircase with a glittering chandelier hanging above. Two hallways stretched into a seemingly never-ending distance and the rooms on either side of the foyer were enormous, decked with imported furniture and cream and gold embellishments. It was the kind of place that made people scared to sit anywhere, that looked as if it belonged in a magazine or on display. There was no personality, no one thing that might reminded the guests that it was a family’s home.

Keanu couldn’t wait to get home, and hopefully, never get invited to another one of their parties ever again. With a heavy sigh, he wiggled his way out of yet another polite conversation, “Excuse me,” he cleared his throat, already stepping away, “I’m gonna head to the bar.” His leave was greeted with stiff nods, polite smiles and empty promises that they would all talk soon.

Keanu journeyed to the bar, carefully avoiding any other interaction; he didn’t think he could stand anymore eye-rolling conversation without some sort of intoxicating buffer.

As Y/n scurried to follow Jillian her hand had eventually slipped out of her cousin’s. Gigging too much to pay attention to her surroundings, she ran straight into someone, “Oh my god,” she gasped, barely evading their spilt drink; her mother might have had a heart attack if Y/n ruined her brand new dress, it had been a gift from the designer himself. For a minute, she watched as the whiskey made a pool near the edges of the navy blue silk and Y/n even had to lift her dress a little to spare it. Thankfully though, the glass hadn’t fallen too, else that might have been worse. With her eyes still cast to the floor, she was given the opportunity, Y/n was given the opportunity to look at the other party’s shoes; a pair of worn brown boots that looked like they were more suited to hiking as oppsed to attending elaborate parties in Beverly Hills, “I’m so sorry about that,” Y/n mumbled, her eyes travelling up, settling on his face. She almost had to stifle a gasp, never in a million years would she expect to see him at one of her parents’ parties, it didn’t seem like his style. Then again, she didn’t know him, not personally. Longish dark hair framed a handsome face, ending just above broad shoulders and his trimmed beard peppered with hints of grey handsomely complimented chocolate eyes. You’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of him. Keanu Reeves.

He smiled at her warily, finding it a little cute that she stood several inches below him, “It’s fine,” he waved her off, “Maybe I’ve had too much anyway.”

Y/n chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “If you’re not leaving drunk, then I can assure you; you haven’t.”

“Is that so?” Keanu cocked a curious eyebrow, “What makes you say that?” Even as he spoke to her, Keanu found that the girl before him seemed oddly familiar, like he had seen her before. She was beautiful too, the kind of gorgeous that didn’t go unnoticed, still, he couldn’t quite place her face.

“Well,” she began, not in the slightest bit star-struck or phased that she was in the company of one of the world’s most famous movie stars- Y/n had had her her fair share of famous meets, “That’s what these parties are for. There’s propbaly more booze than there is water here tonight, and there are three pools in this place, so if you aren’t getting drunk, it’s all a waste.”

“You don’t seem drunk,” Keanu shot back, his handsome features taking on an interested smirk.

Y/n chortled, rolling her eyes, “Not yet.”

At that, Keanu scoffed; for a girl probably no more than twenty five, she sure seemed to have some fire in her. For a minute, they both just stood there, drinking each other in, and when he could barely hold her challenging stare for any longer, Keanu offered his hand, “I’m-”

“I know who you are Mr. Movie Star,” Y/n took his hand, her own easily dwarfed by his, giving it a slow, firm shake. It took a beat, but Y/n finally relented, ready to give up her own name when she was rudely interrupted by Jillian ‘rounding back towards them.

“Hey,” she greeted, smiling as she looked between them and Y/n reclaimed her hand, “You’re mom’s looking for you. She’s in the living room.”

Y/n sighed reluctantly, “Alright, to be continued?” She glanced to Keanu, cocking an eyebrow.

“Sure,” he obliged, watching carefully as she and the other woman, who looked much like her, they must have been sisters, he thought as they disappeared into the sea of people.

”Mom?” Y/n called as Jillian deserted her in search of more male entertainment.

“Honey!” Her mother returned cheerily, her father holding out an arm, pulling Y/n into a sideways hug, “We’ve been looking for you.”

“I’ve heard,” Y/n responded coolly, “What for?”

“Why else?” Her father was in a jovial mood, a sign that the alcohol had already shaken of his usual seriousness, “Our guests need to meet the future president of Warren Enterprises!” He explained, as if it were already plainly obvious, “Come on” with one arm draped loosely over her shoulder and the other secured around her mother’s waist, Y/n’s, father led them to and up the first landing of the stair case.

Loudly, he cleared his throat and clinked his glass with a spoon someone from the wait staff had provide. Y/n’s mother stood close to his side, smiling warm and proud, her hands circling his middle. Y/n’s scanned the crowd, for some reason, stopping when they locked with those of a familiar celebrity. From where she stood, she could almost see his mouth ‘o’ with recognition and she had to bite back a sly smile. When he had almost everyone’s attention, her father began, “Goodnight ladies and gentlemen and thank you for taking the time to join us tonight. Most of you know probably know my family and I, but for those of you who don’t; I’m Michael Warren and beside me, is my beautiful wife, who’s way out of my league; Heather Warren,” Y/n’s mother blushed, lightly slapping her husband’s chest. Nearly thirty years of marriage and they were still every bit it love, depending on the day, Y/n would either find it extremely sweet or nauseatingly annoying. After he had quickly kissed her cheek, Michael continued, “And finally, we have the apple of my eye, our greatest achievement and the future president of the Warren chain of companies; Y/n Warren, my daughter,” at that, the crowd erupted in a round of polite applauses. When they died down he kept going, “In a few years, I know that Y/n will lead the Deliciae hotels, along with all our other endeavors towards greater excellence, as she has done with everything else.”

Michael raised his glass and Y/n nodded in thanks, trying to ignore the bubbling anxiety that usually came with the thought of having to take her father’s place one day. As an only child, it was obvious that she’d be the one to do it, it was a fact that she had been sure of since she was twelve, but it never made knowing easier. Sure, she had gotten a degree from an ivy league school, graduating at the top of her class, she was being trained for it everyday, shadowing her father since her return from Philadelphia a few months back, but still, Y/n didn’t think there was enough education or training in the world that could ready her for running a multi-billion dollar company. “To Y/n,” the words broke Y/n out of her thoughts and she forced herself to smile, whispering a quiet thanks as everyone rose their glasses

Not long after, everyone dispersed again, the quiet hum of chatter all around filled the house once again. Excusing herself from the company of her parents, with shaking, nervous breaths, Y/n decided that she needed some air and a drink. Collecting a glass of champagne from one of the trays being carried around by a waiter, she hustled towards the nearest patio door at the side of the dining room. Waiting until she had burst through the wide screen doors, cool air hitting her like a much needed slap in the face before her breathing grew heavy and ragged. As the panic from in the troubling thoughts grew in her chest, she fought burning tears, trying desperately not to sob right then and there.

“Are you okay?” A familiar male voice asked, coming from the side.

Y/n almost jumped at his question, turning wide eyed to find Keanu coming out from a dark patch near the bushes, tossing a cigarette to the cobble stoned ground, putting it out with the toe of his boot. Quickly, she turned away, downing the contents of her glass and swiping under her eyes, “Yeah,” she nodded stiffly, her voice breaking just a little, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he commented casually, stuffing his hand into his pockets as he stepped closer, “That’s a lot of pressure for a.....”

“Twenty-three,” Y/n provided her age with a huff, sniffling, embarrassed that Keanu had caught her on the verge of tears.

“For a twenty-three year old. That’s what’s bothering you, right?” He smiled sympathetically and Y/n’s face fell a little further, admitting he was right. Keanu rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling a little ridiculous for checking her out when they had first met. She was just a kid, way too young to be worrying about keeping a business of that size successful and worse, too be befriending a man his age. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n scoffed a laugh that didn’t really have any humor behind it, “No.” Casting her gaze towards the awning land that spanned about a mile before it was blocked off by a high wall, she discarded her empty glass on the near by outdoor table. “I don’t know,” she shook her head, “I guess, I always knew that I’d have to do it one day. I mean, they aren’t gonna be around forever, but just knowing, thinking about it.....it’s horrifying. I’ve never even planned a birthday party or a family dinner I can’t run a company.”

“Maybe you can’t,” Keanu shook his shoulders, going to stand next to her, sure to leave an arm’s length between them, “Maybe you’re gonna suck. You could fuck it up, run the whole thing into bankruptcy, lose all your family’s money. You could do so terribly that all people will associate with you is failure.”

Y/n’s jaw slacked and her eyes widened with horror, “Well that’s not helping,” she scoffed, her lips quivering ever so slightly.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s also what you’re telling yourself. That you can’t do it. And you’re right to think it, because it is a real possibility. But you know what else is a possibility?” Keanu folded his arms, turning to face her.

When he didn’t offer anything further, Y/n loosely mirrored his stance, tilting her head, “What?”

“That you kick ass and you become one of the best presidents that your family’s company has ever seen,” when Y/n finally smiled at the positive thought, Keanu did too, pleased with himself that he had seemingly managed to help her mood. Then he continued, that time a little lighter, “Or you know, you at the very least, manage to keep it afloat.”

Y/n huffed a quiet laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder, “A plus advice,” she complimented as she grinned a little wider, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, but I don’t give advice,” he brushed off.

“Ohh?” Y/n raised her brows, curious, “So what was that?”

Keanu shrugged uneventfully, “Thoughts,” once again, he returned his gaze to the far off wall.

“Well whatever you call it, thank you,” Y/n said once again and they fell into comfortable silence.

For a while, they just stood there, but eventually, Keanu abruptly announced, “You know, I don't think we’ve been formerly introduced. Keanu Reeves,” he held out his hand.

Biting back a smile, Y/n once again took Keanu’s hand, marveling in how they could be soft and calloused at the same time, “Y/n Warren. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Keanu beamed, “I knew that you looked familiar.”

“Yeah? Y/n giggled, her hold on his hand steady, “Do you know me from that time I got drunk in Bali on Spring break or that ridiculous family of the year article on my parents?”

“Both good references,” Keanu agreed, finally putting together all the places where he had gotten a glace at her name or a peek of her picture somewhere on the internet, “But it was actually on that Time’s piece on top 20 heirs of the decade. If I remember correctly; you liked double chocolate ice-cream and your first car was a red BMW for your eighteenth birthday”

“Good memory,” Y/n giggled, her eyes sparkling, “But it was actually a Mercedes for my sixteenth birthday.”

Keanu nodded wistfully, rubbing his fingers through his beard, “That’s.....just as fancy. Mine was a Volvo,” his tone was light and teasing, highly unlike the annoyance she’d get from people who never saw past the money.

Y/n joined his quiet laugher, sighing as it died down. “What are you doing here anyway? No offense, but you’re not the kind of guy that I expected to see at one of these things.”

“And what kind of guys do you usually expect to see?” Keanu probed, admittedly interested in what Y/n meant.

“Arrogant pricks,” she offered bluntly, “But you,” she squinted dramatically, “You don’t seem arrogant, or like a prick.”

“Thanks?” Keanu chuckled, “I stayed at one of dad’s hotels a couple months ago and we met. It was probably for just a couple minutes, but I got then invitation about two weeks ago and my publicist basically said that I had no choice in the whole thing. So,” he gestured widely with outstretched arms, “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Y/n mirrored, blushing for a reason that she couldn’t point out. It usually took a lot to make her blush, but something about Keanu made it easy, or maybe it was the alcohol.

“So you were forced,” Y/n mused, “I can totally relate.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Keanu chortled, trying to ignore how much more beautiful Y/n seemed now that she was smiling.

Y/n snorted in a way that her mother might have deemed ‘unbecoming’, “You think I wanted to spend my Wednesday night talking about proposals and mergers? And worse yet, how available everyone’s son is,” Y/n’s eyes rolled at just the thought of all the conversations she had had that night, about how much time she had spent running around with Jillian dodging anyone with a single son her age.

Keanu’s head fell back in laughter and Y/n thought, that for a man old enough to be a father, she was immensely glad that he wasn’t, considering how attractive he was. Rugged handsomeness; Y/n had seen the movies and the pictures, Keanu had aged like expensive whiskey, if only she could have a taste. “People have been trying to set you up?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Minus the pony show, it kind of felt like a county fair.” Their laughter eventually became reduced to twined smiles and as the space between them lessened, “I’m not interested their type though.”

“Their type?” Keanu’s brows furrowed, “What’s their type?” He licked his lips, looking down at her close to his chest, as much as he had resisted it, Keanu had drawn closer to her. God, his mind whispered as their close proximity clouded his thoughts, she’s so beautiful, a doll wrapped up in fine silk.

“Boys,” her voice had grown hoarse, in a throaty whisper, “I don’t like boys, they’re so.....immature and inexperienced.”

Keanu hummed in a agreement, “Sounds like you need a man.”

“It does, doesn’t it? A man with experience, who knows what he’s doing,” as she spoke, Keanu’s hand went to her waist, running the side of her torso before going around her, settling on the small of her back.

“Aren’t you something?” Keanu chuckled lowly, Y/n a little closer, “And here I was thinking you were a good girl.”

Y/n gaze darkened and she smiled suggestively, “Is that what you want me to be?”

All the alarms in his head had started to go off by then. She’s too young, half of his mind insisted, but every other part of him pushed him to submit, to kiss her and then some. Y/n looked so delectable, already in his arms, pressed to him. Keanu could feel her heat through the barrier of their clothes and the inviting view of her cleavage aided by the low cut of a dress that didn’t allow for a bra wasn’t really helping either. “Fuck no,” he breathed, his hand sliding a bit lower, cupping her backside. Keanu would have liked to think, that by all counts, he was a pretty decent guy. The kind that followed the rules and didn’t typically grab a girl’s ass an hour after meeting her, but Y/n was so enthralling that she was reminding him that under the right, or rather; the wrong circumstances, he could be anything but decent.

Licking her lips one last time, Y/n’s arms circled Keanu’s neck and without another word, he leaned down, his lips hovering a bare centimeter away from hers. It was a hair away from happening, and Y/n knew that she wasn’t ready for it to end there. She could feel his breath on her face and she cocked her head to the side to get a better angle, closing her eyes as she did.

“I have terrible timing, don’t I?” And just like that, they sprang apart, both sucking in nervous breaths. Y/n’s hand went to clutch her chest, ignoring the sinking feeling she got as the moment got further and further away.

“Jill?” Y/n groaned, disappointed.

“Sorry,” she cringed, “You two were in the middle of something. My bad,” Jillian held up her hands defensively, “I swear I wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t important.”

“Okay,” Y/n nodded and when Jillian didn’t go on, she gestured with her hands, Well, what is it?”

“Oh yeah! Um, they need you inside.....it’s urgent,” for another minute, Jillian lingered in the doorway, her eyes flicking between them, “Well, I’ll give you two a minute and meet you inside. Okay? Okay, I’m going now,” she waved awkwardly.

Once again nervous, Keanu stuttered, “You should....”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded hurriedly, “I need to.....get......I’ve gotta go,” she shook her head, scurrying off.

With a heavy sigh, Keanu ran his hands though his hair. Half of him was disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to at the very least kiss her, while the other was relived that he hadn’t, the former being a little more overwhelming. Turning on his heel, he was trying to clear his head, when he heard the clicking of heels behind him, “For the record, you know where I live, and I’ll be here tomorrow if you’re still interested.”

“Alone?” He offered a intrigued smile.

“Completely,” Y/n winked, once again hurrying off. At her final exit, Keanu scoffed, still smiling, she really was something, and he could already tell that Y/n was up to no good.

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Changes 13

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Changes Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT`

Words: 2494

Warning: Swearing

“Hey Y/N, do you know a guy by the name of Park Jisung by chance?” Chan asked out of the blue as the four of you were at one of Soonyoungs favorite restaurants.

You were glad that Soonyoung and Chan seemed to take a liking to Jeno who they accepted as one of their own when they got to know him and his past. It seemed that Soonyoung had taken a big liking to him because in the end, it was Soonyoung sitting next to Jeno and not you. It was fine though because in reality, you were a bit closer to Chan since you were closer in age and he had helped you during your training camp when you still weren’t fully recovered.

You raised your eyebrows at your best friends name while Jeno’s ears perked in curiosity. Why would anyone be asking about Jisung?

“He’s one of my best friends.” you answered after you swallowed, “We met at summer camp after my first year abroad and he’s the only other partner I’ve had that wasn’t Renjun.”

“Ah, the one Xander told the group chat about that dropped you on your face. The bruise on your cheek looked nasssty dude.” Soonyoung said, cringing.

“What? He dropped you?” Chan asked, eyes wide, “Why didn’t I know this?”

“Xander only told the leadership group chat. Apparently this Jisung kid was flipping her and she got dropped on her face during rehearsal for their summer camp dance competition.” Soonyoung explained, “This is why I still ship RenY/N as my ultimate partner OTP.”

“Renjun rarely lifts me though.” you stated, “And if he does, he can’t hold it for long. This is why I can’t compete with him on a partner level.”

“I think you two would do fine.” Soonyoung commented pointing his chopsticks for emphasis, “You guys managed to choreo ‘Rewrite the Stars’ in eight hours which was a feat in itself but the fact that it was almost perfect is something else. It’s the main reason why I wanted to ask you to dinner tonight and it’s just convenient that Jeno’s with you and that you actually know Jisung. Makes my job a lot easier.”

“Your job easier?” you and Jeno asked at the same time and Soonyoung nodded, taking out two envelopes and handing it to each of you.

“You guys don’t have to answer yet obviously, but I need an answer by next semester so we can start the preparations, especially for you Jeno.” Soonyoung said as you both opened the envelopes, you already had a suspicion as to what it was but it was the contents inside that made tears well up in your eyes when you saw who the letter of recommendation was from.

For Jeno it was different, he had two letters. One was a letter of recommendation for Chan and an official offer letter from the Selects Foreign Division signed by the owner of the Selects Academy herself along with Soonyoung and Jongins signature as witnesses. He was too absorbed in reading the letters that he wasn’t even paying attention to how you were reacting to yours.

After you finished reading the letter, you felt as if your heart was going to burst, “When did he even write this?” you asked seeing that it was dated only days before your departure.

“He gave it to me when I went to visit him a few weeks ago...Jongin has something else as well but we wanted to be the ones who gave this to you…”Chan muttered from beside you, “He really did believe in you, you know.”

Feeling the tears spill, you stood up catching Jeno off guard and he looked up from his letters to see you running out of the restaurant. Before he could react, Chan had gotten up to chase after you and from the restaurant window, he and Soonyoung saw Chan wrap you in an embrace as you broke down. Not the silent crying Jeno had seen from you in the last few days, but actually full blown sobbing.

His heart ached seeing you in that state. He could see you shaking in Chans arms as you sobbed and Chan was running a comforting hand through your hair, whispering things in your ear in an attempt of comfort. He turned to Soonyoung when he heard him sigh and he too was watching you and Chan outside the restaurant with a pained look on his face.

“Xander wrote the letter didn’t he.” Jeno said, asking Soonyoung for confirmation and the latter nodded.

“He had it for a long time now…” Soonyoung said and turned to Jeno slightly surprised, “Did she tell you about him?”

Jeno nodded, “She said he was the glue that held everyone together. Sounds like he was a true leader.”

“He was...He knew Y/N and Renjun before any of us met them but he always talked about them everyday after classes. Their talent, how they always seemed to butt heads but when the music started it was like they were floating on water. He knew after their first year that they’d be a perfect addition to the Selects. We all knew from his texts that he may have liked Y/N as more than a friend and we thought they’d end up together before we even met her…” Soonyoung started remembering all the times Xander would tell the group chat that he found the perfect duo to join the Senior ranks, “But after summer passed and we all met up, the way he talked about her was like how an older brother would talk about a sibling. We knew that he took Yuwen under his wing at the request of Yukhei who he considered a brother at the time but after Y/N was casted, things changed drastically.”

“Cause she got into the accident and didn’t tell him that it was Yukhei who caused it” Jeno commented and Soonyoung nodded, “Yukhei goes to SMAA, we’re in the same dance club...they had a blow up last night after they found out about Xander. That’s why we’re here, she wanted to get away and I wanted to be there for her.”

“And I now understand why she held out all those years.” Soonyoung said putting his hand on Jenos, giving him one of his bright smiles, “You really do care about her don’t you.”

“Of course…” Jeno stated, “She’s the reason I worked so hard for Nationals last year...I actually thought I wouldn’t see her again.”

“Then it was fate.” Soonyoung said, “Listen, about the offer. Don’t feel rushed okay?”

“How is this possible if I didn’t even do a Semester abroad?” Jeno asked the first question on his mind.

“You’d be in Chan’s boat since you’ve won a National title, plus his Letter of Recommendation was an added buffer.” Soonyoung explained, “From pre-lims to Nationals, he followed you through the whole thing and though it’s uncommon, everyone on the Leadership Team thinks you’d be the best suited for the role.”

“And what about Y/N?” Jeno asked, “She just got one letter right?”

“Jongin has her offer letter.” Soonyoung assured, “She was on our radar for a while now and all she has to do is finish this term. I also assume that you know that she’s being casted again right?”

Jeno nodded his head, thinking about how you’d probably have to leave once more. Was he ready to let you go so soon after only getting you back though? “She’s going to have to leave again won’t she…”

“Probably...I’m not sure what Jongins plan is...Junior performance season is his section...Chan and I jump in once training camp starts next semester when we start holding auditions.” Soonyoungs brows furrowed, “Can I actually ask you a question?”

“Of course…” Jeno said and looked outside to see Chan holding your face in his hands as he wiped away your tears and the two of you seemed to be having a conversation.

“Don’t tell Y/N this yet but Xander wrote a letter of recommendation for someone else as well…I was just curious if you knew why.” Soonyoung started.

“Who?” Jeno asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Park Jisung.” Soonyoung said and Jeno froze, “In the letter, it said that he saw great potential in him after one meeting. All he has to do is pass training camp which means a semester abroad. If he passes training camp, then he’ll receive an official offer.”

‘One meeting…’ Jeno thought to himself. When would Jisung have met…his eyes widened, “They must have met when he was taking care of Y/N after she collapsed. We were in the middle of competition season and he booked it after they announced that I would represent the school in Nationals.” he muttered, “We all thought he was upset and no one could find him. Taeyong just told us he had a family emergency but Jisung never talked about it. No one knew where he was but one of our friends who were friends with both of them but she kept tight lipped.”

“That explains a lot. Xander did say he visited her with Mia after he found out what happened..” Soonyoung commented, getting the full picture now, “He was always someone who was easy to open up to. They probably got to know each other in a short period of time since he was with her till they left for summer camp.” he gave Jeno a bright smile, “Okay, then I’ll let Jongin know to accept his application.”

“Wait what?” Jeno asked, astonished, “He sent in an application?”

“Mhm…” Soonyoung said nodding, “I can’t say anymore but thanks for the information.” he then looked up to see you and Chan reentering the restaurant, your eyes slightly puffy but it was clear you were trying to hide it with your fake smile.

Jeno saw through it right away and got up to meet you halfway, gently holding you by the arms, he asked you in a concerned tone, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” you said giving him the best smile you could muster, “The letter made me emotional and I didn’t ugly cry. Are you guys ready to go?”

“Yea, just let me get the bill.” Jeno said and Soonyoung was quick to get up.

“I said I was treating!” he said quickly following him to the counter making you and Chan chuckle.

“So you’re okay with him taking a leadership role?” Chan asked, looking at Jeno and Soonyoung talking. In reality, the two of you were ready to come inside quite some time ago but the two seemed to be getting along so you took the opportunity to discuss some other things.

“If he wants to then yea of course.” you said, “I don’t think he expected it though judging by the way he looked.”

“I don’t think so either but his skills are too good to miss out on. He’d have to attend the last two weeks of training camp but that's about it. He’d receive credits through the training program anyways so it’s not like he’s missing school.” Chan explained, “And after that, you guys just take a semester off every year to lead training camp and compete at the scheduled events. You know how we do it.”

“I love how we do it. It just shows the strength of the team.” you said knowing of the complex training/practice program the Selects had, “I guess it helps that few of us are based here and can actually meet up.”

“That’s what I look forward to the most.” Chan said with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulder looking at Jeno who was still fighting Soonyoung to pay, “you got yourself a good guy. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks Chan.” you said leaning into his shoulder as you saw Soonyoung successfully tap his card on the card reader after grabbing it from the cashier.

“You guys should come for breakfast tomorrow then, my place isn’t that far from here and then we can pick up whoever you need to from the airport.” you heard Jeno suggest to Soonyoung as they walked back to you.

“Really? You’d do that?” Soonyoung asked with a big smile, “That sounds great.”

“Renjuns coming down anyways and they’re all meeting at my place so yea, it’ll all work out.” Jeno said with a thumbs up.

After everything was settled, the four of your parted ways with the promise of meeting early the next morning. When you got back to the penthouse, Jeno put down the shopping bags on the coffee table before he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace and put his face in your hair as he felt your arms wrap around his waist and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Are you feeling better after you ugly cried?” he asked, muffled and felt you nod.

“He was just so honest about everything in the letter...he told me why he didn’t want me to say goodbye...he said that I was already in good hands and he wasn’t worried about my development.” you said in a whisper, “He said he was proud of who I became in a short period of time...it was just too much.”

“He’s not wrong you know.” Jeno commented, pulling away slightly to look at you, wiping the stray tear, “Now no more crying okay? We have to prepare to be bombarded tomorrow morning. Knowing Jaemin, he’s going to have that awful coffee concoction on his way so he’ll be wired to drive early.”

“Renjun and I are probably going to have to meet with Jongin and Soonyoung privately, are you going to survive being with everyone else for a while? I’m sure Chan will join you too if he isn’t busy.” you asked looking up at him as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

“If I must.” he let out a sigh as you giggled, there was something about Jenos presence that made you feel uplifted and you knew that what Xander said in the letter about him was right but you weren’t going to tell him that, “Will you be okay though?”

“Of course.” you reassured, ‘As long as I have you, I’ll always be okay’ you thought to yourself as you leaned up and he met you halfway, brushing his lips against yours. You still couldn’t believe that this was happening but you were glad that you were open with each other, that you didn’t feel the awkwardness but instead butterflies when his lips were on yours.

You weren’t sure where things were going with him yet, but everything from what Xander said in the letter, to receiving Chan and Soonyoungs seal of approval, it was all leading in the right path. You just hoped that you would be able to pull through with what had yet to come.

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Slice of Life: A Total Drama Fanficiton

Chapter 1: First Day Jitters

Point of View(s): Cody Anderson and Heather Mendoza

Chapter Summary: The teens go back to school for their sophomore year of high school! Will a new teacher and new classmates cause strife for class nobody Cody Anderson and queen bee Heather Mendoza?

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September 3rd, 6:15 in the morning. The alarm on Cody’s phone started. It was officially his first day of sophomore year at the teenager-dubbed “hellhole,” more commonly known as Wawanakwa High School. After what seemed like the shortest summer vacation of his life, he had strong disbelief that going back to school was the right idea. The crisp fall morning brought an attitude of freshness to Cody, despite his dread to leave his bed. He finally crawled out after a self pep-talk and a few tears. Little did he know that sophomore year held more in store for the young man than he could handle.

“I don’t understand why you’re so apprehensive to go to school, Cody. It’s not like you’re getting, like, tortured in hell for eight hours every day.” Izzy laughed, still bounding a few steps ahead of the male. His morning walk for the last three years, now four, had consisted of chasing his neighbor down a block or two before barely catching up to her for conversation. It was a blessing and a curse, but a great deal of cardio each weekday morning.

“Except I AM!” Cody sighed. He was now at an equal pace with the redhead. Her energy levels at such an early time were not understood by the male, but he brushed it aside to continue getting his thought out. “I have a literal fear of Heather Mendoza. That’s not good.” Cody was too busy playing with the straps of his backpack to notice Izzy almost double over in laughter.

“It’s a rational fear. I think everyone fears that-” Izzy stopped laughing as a horn stopped her, causing the friends to peer into the street. What they didn’t expect to see was Noah Archya waving them into his older brother’s car.

“You’re gonna be late.” The brunette whined unenthusiastically, and Izzy compiled by dragging Cody into the street with her. What was the girl thinking? He grumbled in protest as she forced him to climb into the backseat. Why would he want to get into Noah’s car? The two were barely friends, but Izzy was the buffer for the time being. “What were you guys talking about? Seemed funny.” He chimed sarcastically, making Cody’s face go red.

Izzy smiled enthusiastically as she started speaking on the topic again. “Cody’s fear of Heather! Isn’t that so crazy?” She said, almost speaking a mile a minute. The scrawny brunette sent his friend a glare. No one deserved to know about his fears. Especially not Noah.

“Priceless.” Noah chuckled. “I had to work on freshman council with her last year. Sucked ass.” He said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. “I gave up all thoughts of running for president this year.”

Before Cody could even muster up the courage to answer, the car reached its destination. It was quite an oddity, getting a positive and meaningful answer out of Noah Archya. He had no time to mull over it, though. Izzy had already booted him out of the car and chided at him for being a slowpoke. Cody watched the students file over the school campus. Some, mostly freshman, were socializing in the middle of the pathway. Others could care less about conversation and made themselves straight inside.

“The first bell is in three...two...one!” counted Noah, who led the threesome through the wilderness called the hallways. Turns out, they were all in the same homeroom. And to think Cody had a break from the brunette.

On the other side of things, Heather Mendoza couldn’t wait to be back and reigning the halls of Wawanakwa High School. Freshman year was a bit rough, yet she still made quite the reputation for herself. Who knew telling half of the student body about Gwen’s crush on Trent would boost her popularity? And getting her hair cut by Gwen as a result? The perfect catfight. Everything was normal. She was the top of the food chain. The presidential election would come as a piece of cake to her. That was until she entered homeroom.

Wawanakwa’s current sophomore class was one of the smallest in its current cast of students, only being split into two or three homerooms that haven’t changed since freshman year. Heather walked into the classroom, immediately taking the middle seat Lindsay was saving for her. The two had fallen out over summer, but their status of the most popular girls in school kept them together.

“Hi Heather, how was-” Lindsay attempted to start a conversation, before noticing Heather’s drastic change in hair length. “Heather! Where did it go?!” She exclaimed, only for Heather to give a sigh as a response. Sometimes the blonde’s reaction time wasn’t too... outstanding.

“Pasty cut it off. As if she wasn’t already busy enough sucking Courtney’s boyfriend’s face off.” Heather said, loud enough for Gwen to hear. The goth ignored it though because everyone else had already assumed she and Duncan were a couple just because of their appearances. The chatter of the room was brought down by this year’s homeroom teacher, Mr. McLean. He was the new head of the drama department and taught English to teenagers who really didn’t care about why Harper Lee chose to write about Southern racism. Oh, and rumor had it that he once was famous.

“Alright, campers,” The man started, standing up from his desk. “I’m Mr. McLean, call me Chris. I don’t mind it.” He shrugged, now using the surface as a seat. He dressed casually for such a job and looked about in his mid-thirties to Heather. Sort of like the brother she never speaks of. “Enough about me though! Today, we have-”

Mr. McLean was interrupted by Beth Kanassis, resident nerd and wannabe friend of Heather. “Weren’t you on that figure skating show? The one where that guy dropped the girl? Right on her head?” She asked, and you could see the teacher get more and more flustered with every specification she gave.

“What a dumb assumption!” replied Chris, his face reading an emotion Heather couldn’t place. A girl from the back of the room stood up. “It was him! I’ve only seen it about sixteen times, though.” She said with a certainty that some students believed to be...unsure of.

“Speaking of new students, thank you, Sierra, for the confirmation!” An already aggravated Chris said. “Class, we have two new students joining us today!” He continued, staring the purple-haired girl down. “Please give a warm Wawanakwa welcome to Sierra West and Alejandro Burromuerto!” Chris waved the girl and a new, Latin-looking man into the front of the classroom. Given how many girls, and Tyler, were staring at him, Heather could tell Alejandro would be even more trouble than Justin.

“Hello! I’m Sierra, and I can’t-” Sierra already froze up during her introduction. Was it because she finally caught the daggers Heather was sending? The girl gave herself a mental pat on the back before softening her features. Even after she did, Sierra was still starstruck by something in the back of the room. Heather followed Sierra’s sightline to a brunette boy slouched in his desk. Cody Anderson? Oh god.

“Next!” Chris said, nudging Sierra back to her seat. Attention was now focused on Alejandro, the guy who Heather already hated. “Hello, I’m Alejandro. Always Alejandro. Never...Al.” He stated, his voice falling to a malicious mumble towards the end of his introductory statement. Most girls were already tuned out and just in awe, but Heather was listening, alright.

“Sorry, Al, could you repeat that?” Owen, another person Heather wasn’t fond of, asked the question to set him off. Instead of losing it, Alejandro kept his composure. “Please, el gordo, just stop talking.” He chided, returning to his seat after speaking.

So he was transparent, fake and...deliciously seductive? Well, not to Heather. Maybe he would be an easy target to gain as an ally, like Lindsay. But Owen pissed him off, so he was smart enough to comprehend that already. He didn’t know that Heather Mendoza was a force to be reckoned with, though.

Throughout the day, it was like she couldn’t escape the Latin Lover. He was in her honors classes, where she thought she could catch a break from at least some people. Lunch was the only period where she didn’t feel the threatening eyes of the new student. She made her way from the line to the table, immediately stopping when she spotted who Lindsay had already directed to the table. It couldn’t be real.

“Hello, you must be Heather. Lindsay has only said the most wonderful things about you!” Alejandro said, giving Heather that charming smile that made all of the girls, and Tyler, fall earlier in homeroom. He was good, too good, and so perfect. Heather would have to get it through the blonde’s thick skull that hanging around with him was bad news.

“That’s right. And you’re Al, right?” She asked, an emphasis on the nickname he hated. He kept his charming smile, and just blew a kiss to the girl who became an annoyance. Heather gasped, turning her head away from the boy in front of her. She could tell what was running through his mind, but it wasn’t until they were walking back to their lockers when Heather confirmed her suspicions.

“So, what do you think your purpose here will be?” Heather asked, still very uninterested at the thought of this boy. She was only playing nice for Lindsay’s sake. Yeah, for Lindsay’s sake. “You know, when you’re not too busy making everyone look more stupid than you do?”

“I was planning on running for class president. Lindsay suggested it to me. Nothing like a little bit of healthy, friendly competition. Right, Mendoza?” He said, opening the locker that lived three doors away from Heather’s. Thank god that he couldn’t see her face right now, for it was redder than his shirt. How dare Lindsay tell him about her plan? She would have no competition until the dumb blonde opened her fat mouth. Plus, the idea that he could just go and call her Mendoza like that? Unthinkable! No one disrespects the queen bee like that. Maybe behind her back, but certainly not to her face.

“May the best man win, Al.” She sneered, leaving the lockers with a thud and a growl that even scared herself.

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A Week Of Fakery. (Chapter 1)

Characters: Jeremy Renner, Scarlet Johansson. OFC. (Jessica)

Warning: Fake Relationship, lying, Implied sex, mentions of sex.

Rating: T.

Summary: Running into your ex, is never pleasant. If you’re Jeremy Renner, it’s even worse because instead of saying your fine, you’ve accidentally agreed to a couples vacation with your girlfriend. which would be fine, if he actually had a girlfriend.

Tags: @wolflhards @corie-the-writer

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.

Jessica is in the middle of washing peach shampoo out of her hair and singing her lungs out to the second chorus of No Scrubs by TLC when suddenly her music abruptly stops. She groans assuming the song is buffering and rakes her fingers through her pixie hair when a male voice startles her.

“I need your help.”

“Jesus fuck!” She shouts, letting out a deep breathe. “Jeremy!”

Jeremy can’t help but smile as he leans against the sink, “I’m sorry! Should I have let you finish your song?”

She grabs the shower curtain, pulling it open far enough to peek her head out. “How did you get in?” She asks.

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. “Key.”

Emotions drain from her face as she stares blankly at him, “The key I gave you for emergencies?” He nods forcing her to groan. The curtain closes quickly, causing the metal hooks to slide across the pole. “Whatever can I do for you, Mr. Renner?” She asks sarcastically.

He inhales before speaking, “I ran into Scarlett–”

“Which one was Scarlett?”

“You never met her.”

“Oh.”

“We started talking– and Christ woman, how can you breathe with all this steam?” He asks flipping the switch for the fan and opening the door to allow a decent flow of oxygen in the small space.

“I didn’t invite you into the bathroom, you’re more than welcome to leave.”

He rolls his eyes, “Anyway, I told her I was seeing someone–”

“Oh god, Jeremy!” She shouts, hitting the shower curtain to emphasize her anger. “Don’t make me play your girlfriend.” Jessica stares at the ugly pale wall before her, littered in beads of water, knowing with all certainty that she’s been chosen to play a role in whatever lies Jeremy has constructed.

It feels like hours before he speaks, “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?”

She hears the shower curtain move and glances over to see his hand pressing against it, a dark shadow the only indicator of his presence. It’s the equivalent of a hand on her shoulder. “All you would have to do is pretend to be my girlfriend for a week, seven days. That’s hardly nothing.”

Jessica rolls her eyes, pushing his hand away. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” She says with a hint of sarcasm on her tongue. She turns off the shower, sighing. “Towel.”

Jeremy is already there, shoving the towel through the opening of the curtain, turning his head and closing his eyes even though she was still hidden behind the dark blue shower curtain. He hears the curtain slide across the poles and then feels her body heat.

“Why did you tell her you were seeing someone?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly.” She gently pushes his chest. “Scoot.” he steps back, slowly opening his eyes and leaning on the wall next to the sink. Jessica uses her hand to clear the fog from the mirror then grabs a comb and taming her short spiky locks.

“She wanted to go to on a couples vacation, I panicked, she assumed I was with someone. I agreed before I realized what was coming out. I thought it was one of those things, you say yes but it never happens but she texted me this morning and saying she was planning on buying the tickets.”

“And you dated this woman?”

“Yes.”

Jessica nods her head, piercing her lips together. “Why didn’t I meet her?”

He chews his bottom lip. “It didn’t last long.”

She turns to face him, confusion spread across her face. “You barely dated this woman but you didn’t want to tell her you were single? What are you trying to prove to this woman?”

“That I’m not into her.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell her you’re not caught up on her?”

“She wouldn’t believe me.”

“Well… are you caught up on her?”

“No!”

“So, this extravagant lie is what? A fun past time?”

He glares at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I panicked.”

“I don’t know about this, Jeremy.”

“Please, it’s only a week.”

“A week of pretending we are a couple?” The question comes out with a sense of uneasiness.

“Yes. We won’t do anything, you might have to kiss me and hold my hand– or arm but that’s it.”

“I don’t know.” She sighs, scratching her hair.

“I’ll buy you a new set of heels.”

“Oh, you mean to go with my other non-existent set of heels I own?”

“Wrong gift.”

She nods, “Hand me my clothes and turn around.”

Jeremy reluctantly hands her the clothing and turns around, the wheels in his head turning as he tries to think of a way to get her to agree. “Lunch for a week?” He suggests.

“Try again.”

It’s silent as she dresses, most likely contemplating her options. She pushes past Jeremy and heads into the living room, startling him for a second. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just say your girlfriend is busy?”

“Scarlett bought the tickets already.”

Jessica shakes her head, “So, you agreed to..” her sentence falls short as she turns to look at him shocked and instantly Jeremy knows he’s fucked up. “Wait a minute... How did you she manage to buy a ticket if you don’t have a girlfriend?” She ponders the question for a second. “In order for her to have bought the tickets, they would have to be in our names. Which means you gave her my name before you even asked me.”

Jeremy is rendered speechless, staring at her like he’s a child caught lying to his mother. “I...” That’s all that comes out is a series of I’s.

“Jeremy? My damn dog may not be good for much but one word can turn that lazy ass dog into a killer.”

He half smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “I hoped you would agree.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“I would be forced to not go.”

“And another lie would be too hard?”

Jeremy plops down on the couch beside her, groaning. “Did you even shave?”

Her look is full of daggers, “Don’t try to change the subject.”

“I apologize.” He holds his hands up before dropping them suddenly to his side. “What do you say will you be my pretend girlfriend?”?”

Groaning, “Yes, I agree to be your fake girlfriend because you couldn’t tell the truth.”

Jeremy smiles, quickly pulling Jessica into a large hug “I want a haircut.” she mumbles into his shoulder.

“Didn’t you just get one a few months back?”

“Yes... But you see this?” She touches the side of her head, rubbing against the short strands of hair. “Notice how it is significantly shorter than the hair on top of my head?” He nods. “That’s how I like it. Less than an inch on the sides and back but with long enough hair on top to style. To achieve this lovely hairstyle, one must cut their hair frequently” She smiles.

“Fine.” He shakes his head. “I’ll pay for you to cut your damn hair.”

“And you get Luca’s dog food for the next three months.” He disagrees with that part, a week of a fake relationship with an all expenses paid for trip was not equal to three months of him paying for dog food for her never stop eating pitbull mix that spent half the day laid out on her bed, ignoring everyone. Yet he doesn’t argue, he accepts the terms knowing she was hesitant to accept in the first place, so he nodded, trying to no push his luck. “Couldn’t this have waited until morning?” The thought occurs to her.

“No, I expected you to be watching television but you being the shower prevented you from going anywhere.”

“You ambushed me?” She questions, shocked. “What a great boyfriend you’ll be.”

“That makes you the luckiest girl in the world, babycakes.” There’s an overly cheesy smile on his face.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Hawaii.”

Jessica groans dropping her head into her hands. “Great, Now I have to shave.”

Hawaii, the go-to destination for couples full of exotic animals, romantic islands and lavish expenses. Except her extravagant vacation was all part of a ruse and she was going with a man, she had the least romantic connection with.

A few days later, she found herself on the internet searching for pictures of Jeremy and his mysterious girlfriend Scarlett. The first picture she found was the pair at a festival together, the blonde has her hands wrapped around him while she kisses his neck. The next serious of pictures are all the same, the pair hanging on one another.

She calls Jeremy, putting him on speaker phone as soon as he answers. “Hello, babycakes.”

“God, tell me, you’re gonna think up a new pet name.”

“What’s wrong? Don't like babycakes?”

“No!”

“Fine, princess.”

“I’m gonna break up with you.”

Jeremy chuckles, “What’s up?”

“Why did you and Scarlett break up?”

"Just didn’t work out.”

Jessica raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because you two look like you were planning on having sex in public.”

“Are you looking at pictures?”

“I’m nosy. Wanted to know who I was up against.” She clicks through a few more pictures. “Would it kill you to date a girl that didn’t look like she could be crowned America’s next top model?”

“That’s why I asked you.”

“Asshole.”

“Are you all packed?” He asks changing the subject.

“About that...”

“What?”

“I’m not going to be able to go.” She winces, waiting for him to respond.

“What do you mean? You can’t go?”

“I have to work.”

“Scarlett already bought tickets for us. It’s all scheduled. You said you got the week off.”

“I have a mountain of paperwork.”

“I paid for your haircut and you’re bailing on me.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m sorry, would you rather I neglect my paperwork and let all the poor little children fail because their teacher went on a trip instead of grading?”

He mutters something under his breath, “Why don’t you bring it?”

“Bring it?”

“You can work when we get back to the hotel. It’s not like we’re going to do anything.”

“We’ll see.”

“If we’re going to do something?” He questions, jokingly.

“I’m really going to punch ya.”

He lets out a loud laugh, “I love ya, babycakes.” He says and quickly hangs up before she has a chance to respond. Jessica growls in response, grabbing her phone and sending off a quick text to him full of another insult.

The big day comes quicker than Jessica expected, suddenly it’s midnight, her bags are packed and she's sitting on her couch waiting for Jeremy to show up. “Be ready by 12:00, he said. No later. Not 12:01, or 12:05. Exactly 12:00.” She mocks, pulling out her cell phone she reads the time. “It’s 12:15.”

Her front door swings open letting in the brisk cold night air into the house. “Look who decided to show up. I thought you were leaving me.”

“Never.” He smiles. “Ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be.”

They arrive at the airport, luggage in tow as Jessica frantically checks the names on the tickets and that they are at the right airport. “Will you stop it, you’ve double checked everything fifteen times so far. It matches. One says Jeremy Renner, the other says, Jessica Beckham. The flight is at 3:30am, it’s 2:00. It’s alright.” Jeremy pats her on the shoulder as he reads the scheduled flights board before them. “And right there, is our gate.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes. Relax, I’ve done this multiple times. I travel all the time, I’m on top of this.”

“Excuse me, Mr. I’m famous, I travel with an entourage all the time. Those of us with real jobs don’t travel all the time.”

“Acting is a real job.”

“No, molding the children of our future is a real job.” She corrects with a smirk on her face. “Prancing around in front of a camera with makeup on is not a real job.”

“I should have never of asked you to go,” Jeremy says shaking his head.

“Nope.”

They head to Gate 6 when Jeremy suddenly stops, dead in his track accidentally making Jessica run into him. “God, Jer.” She groans, stepping to the side of him. He doesn’t respond or move. “Jeremy? Is this because of the jab about acting? I was just kidding.” She apologizes, truly unsure what he’s stopped for. “Jeremy? you know, for a fake boyfriend you could pretend to listen to me at least a real one would make it seem like he is.” She rants when suddenly they are approached by the beautiful Scarlett, whose full of smiles and laughter.

“Jeremy!” Scarlett shouts from across the room, glee in her voice.

Quickly, He reaches over and grabs Jessica’s hand as they start walking towards her. “Remember you’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh, thanks I almost forgot what I was doing here.” She jokes.

Jeremy stops, turning to face her, making it look like a couple's embrace, a romantic moment. He puts his hand on her waist, her brown eyes peering up at him. “Just cause I agreed to kiss you doesn’t mean I want to do it now.”

He rolls his eyes, “Woman, could we keep the sarcastic comments to a minimum while we are here?”

“Is three bags of dog food and a haircut really worth that?”

“Three bags of dog food, a haircut and a free trip to Hawaii is more than enough.”

“A free trip to Hawaii and I’m not with an actual boyfriend nor am I getting laid. Woohoo.” She tosses her arm up in the air cheering while Jeremy shakes his head. “Alright, I’m done.”

“Good. Come on.” He puts his hand on her back, smiling as they continue their walk towards Scarlett. “Let’s go to Hawaii, babycakes.”

Jessica doesn’t have the opportunity to respond before Scarlett rushes towards them, full of smiles. “Jeremy! I was getting worried you weren’t coming!”

“Are you kidding? We wouldn’t miss this for the world, right, babycakes?” He rubs, Jessica’s shoulders.

“Right.” She agrees, glancing up at Jeremy.

“Uh... Jessica, this is Scarlett.” He says smiling. “The lovely woman who arranged this trip.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett. I just want to say thank you for this. it means a lot to me. We don’t get the chance to get out much.”

“It’s no problem, I’d do anything for Jeremy.” She says with a sly smile.

Jessica nods, her smile slowly beginning to disappear as she quietly repeats Scarlett’s word, ‘I’d do anything for Jeremy.’ She glances at Jeremy who seems unfazed by the comment, completely oblivious as they talk about the plans after they land. Jessica stands idly by, watching the interaction when she’s greeted by a Daniel whose all smiles and far too handsome to be single.

“Old friends get together and suddenly no one else exists, huh?” He remarks with a hint of a southern accent. Jessica nods, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to avoid his glance. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Daniel, Scarlett’s Fiance.” She knew it, to handsome to be single.

“Oh! I’m Jess.” She says in a much happier tone. “Nice to meet you.”

“Ever been to Hawaii?” He asks, flattening his tie on his chest.

“Unfortunately not.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Closest I’ve been is one of those little snow globes that says Hawaii.”

He chuckles and nods. “Jeremy never taken you?”

There’s about a million sarcastic comments that come to her head, all of which would end the charade, she and Jeremy are pulling. Instead, she nods. “We are new, trying to take it one step at a time. What about you? Big time stock broker in Hawaii?” She asks, motioning towards his now wrinkled suit

He smiles, “No, I’m a big shot lawyer in Los Angeles.”

“Could of used you a few months ago.” She remarks, before Daniel has the opportunity to ask for more details, Jeremy’s hand wraps around her waist, pulling her into him.

“Ready babe?” He asks.

“If you are.” She forces a smile as the four walk towards the airport gate, each having completely different ideas of what this trip would include.

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ninjagoland-a-summer-rp-event · 6 years

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✨Ninjagoland pt 3.5: A Hasty Yet Action-Packed Transition!✨

"Nice try!" I jeered at the nindroid that'd failed to punch me. This was actually pretty fun, being in a fight alongside one of my fave ninja!

I attempted to return the favor, smacking it squarely in the head! But that ended up hurting me more so than it.... should've remembered it was completely made of metal...

At the instant, the gantry finally plunged! The sheer force of the fall launched Zane and some of the enemies into the cart's ceiling! The impact caused the already short-circuiting Nindroids to begin shooting lasers wantonly down at us!

I screamed and wrapped my arms over my head, hoping to shield myself somewhat from the blasts!

As luck would have it, no one's skin got scorched in the fray.......

But the stray rays had severed everyone's seat belts!!!!

"Hold on tight!" Zane called as he descended from the ceiling grate, "I'll try to find us a way out of here!"

The gantry wiggled for a bit at this stop, giving Zane just enough time to rid the vehicle of a few intruders by tossing them out of the open doors.

Then before we knew it, we were shooting up again, almost to the top! We could see the whole of the park from this open set of doors, but we were too petrified to enjoy the view!

Then, right as the ride cameras flashed, we plunged again, fighting to stay grounded as gravity forced us into mid-air!

"That's going to be some photo..." I quipped, trying to remain calm.

It now seemed like the gantry was free of Nindroids, save for the Ice Master himself. The ride pulled a wiggly-stop again before shooting upward once more, this time all the way to the top!

The lift locked into a hard stop, jarring us around. What now!?!?

None other than General Cryptor himself had pounced onto the top of the vehicle! Zane glared up through the metal bars at his new opponent, ready to strike should the other Nindroid make a move on us.

"Farewell, traitors!" Cryptor said, staring daggers down on us. He seemed to be referring to not only the Ice Master but Mr. Borg as well.

Then, he used his laser and shot the main lift cables on the gantry! Cryptor collapsed after the shot, apparently that had taken the last of his battery power.

We were now screaming down the track, both literally and figuratively, in full free fall!!!! There was no stopping the force of the drop as it ripped us all out of our seats, now left floating in mid-air! Normally the ride's brakes would catch us, but everything in the system no longer had any power running to it at all!

"I'm going to try and lessen our impact," Zane called to us, "NINJA-GO!"

With that famous battle cry, Zane focused his full icy power on the underside of the cart, as well as the sides and some of the air holes in the cage-like metal. He was essentially making an ice cocoon around us, with it being a thick enough buffer for us to land somewhat safely! But time wasn't on our side as the ground continued to speed towards us.....

The second to last floor was rushing by now. I was screaming my head off, mentally cursing myself for unwittingly ushering all of you guys onto a death trap!

Suddenly, a strange blue glow enveloped the cart. Then, an odd feeling washed over me. It was as though the world was in slow motion!

Apparently, it actually WAS!

Acronix himself launched into the gantry from seemingly out of nowhere, brandishing the Slo-Mo Timeblade! Despite our now sluggish state of hovering, he swiftly backflipped, grabing Cyrus Borg out of the air and slinging the inventor over his shoulder in the process! He cockily bowed at all of us before leaping out of the open doors, surely planning on vanishing into the crowds below. Zane missed this spectacle, for he had been looking at the ground when we got hit by the effects of the Timeblade.

Fortunately, the near-stop had slowed us down immensely, the gantry landing with only a sharp thud as opposed to the mangled crash it would've been otherwise.

~~~~~~~

"Brother!" Acronix called, grinning ear to ear as he returned to the hideout, "Look what I've found!"

"Excellent!" Krux replied, tucking his fake mustache away, "Not only have you reclaimed a Timeblade, but found the one person who can quickly repair the Iron Doom!"

"Who are you people!?" Borg asked in a mix of confusion and anger, "What is an 'Iron Doom'!?"

"We are the Time Twins, the future rulers of Ninjago!" Acronix boasted as he sat the inventor down on the ground, "The Iron Doom is, well, that hunk of smoking metal over there; but surely you'll know how to get it fit for time travel again."

"I can't believe you're falling for this," Krux interjected, "the man's clearly playing dumb."

"I honestly have no clue how to fix your apparent temporal plane-traveling war machine!" Borg responded, getting increasingly freaked out, "Even if I could fix it, I want nothing to do with whatever you two are planning!"

"Oh really!? Let's see how quickly you remember things when you're under Commander Machia's direct supervision!" Acronix threatened.

While his brother bickered with their captive, Krux began to suspect something was massively wrong. Borg, although incredibly smart, wasn't this good of an actor in any prior encounters that the elder Time Twin could recall.

"Mr. Borg," Krux said sharply, silencing the ceaseless arguing, "tell me, how many ninja protect Ninjago City?"

"Why should I?!" Borg replied.

"I am trying to find out if you are the right person we're after," Krux said, now cradling a temple with his palm, "now, how many ninja are there?"

"F-four." Borg answered, "Wait! Actually five. There was a recent addition, I believe."

"Thank you," Krux said, learning all he needed to know, "Brother, a word?"

The duo stepped out of their captive's listening range for a moment to discuss the info the Krux had apparently gleaned.

"Congratulations," Krux began, "you've managed to capture Cyrus Borg, circa 2013!!! Who come to think of it, shouldn't even be here, because this park isn't even in Ninjago!"

"So what realm are we in then?" Acronix replied.

"Apparently it's called Earth." Krux answered, "I found that out at this place's pathetic excuse for a museum. With the fact that Borg's not only here, but not even from the same year, I can only assume there's an issue with the time stream. This doesn't bode well...."

~~~~~~~

Zane had lifted us all one-by-one from the totaled ride cart to safety, and was leading us to the exit. We shuffled on, still a bit shaken from the experience. In time, we were back out in the sunshine.

"Are you all sure you're alright?" Zane asked us. We reassured him we were fine, despite our shock.

Satisfied with the state of our wellbeing, Zane was about to take his leave when P.I.X.A.L. returned, brandishing a techno chain-sickle! Zane expertly dodged her Overlord-fueled ambush and instead of returning the blow, gently touched the very tip of his Technoblade to her forehead. A small flash of icy light appeared and when it dissipated, we found that P.I.X.A.L's eyes had returned to their usual bright green!

"Zane?" She gasped as she lowered her weapon, confused as to what transpired.

"Everything is alright," Zane said, "however, we must find the others. Sorry there's not much time to explain."

They took each others hands and sprinted in the direction of Cars Land, leaving us all stunned in their wake.

"Well, this day couldn't get any weirder..." I muttered.

But it was definitely about to!

"Hello?" P.I.X.A.L.'s voice was calling from my pocket, "Can anyone read me!?"

I pulled out my phone, and we all crowded around to be met by the sight of her face on the screen; only she was in her new Samurai X gear!

"We read you loud and clear!" One of us responded.

"Thank the FSM!" The nindroid replied frantically, "We've been tracking the Time Twins, and just discovered that they've landed in your realm! We have no idea how this happened, but temporal anomalies have been happening with increasing frequency here in Ninjago, and could already be happening in your world too! We can't reach you, but you can help us! Please, find and stop these slips in the time stream! If they aren't fixed soon, the fabric of our realms WILL collide, with catastrophic res-!"

Unfortunately, the signal cut out before she could explain farther. We all glanced at each other, the events of our ride gone wrong suddenly making sense.

Silently, it appeared that we all agreed to accept the insane mission: hunt down the Time Twins and stop their mysterious plans!

But where would we start looking?

That answer came quickly, via a notification from the park app: "Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Forbidden Eye has returned to normal operations."

~~~~~~~~~

We practically sprinted through the crowds, not fully sure what we had gotten ourselves into by the time we finally hit Adventureland.

We drew our passes and began our walk down the super long queue. As we got closer to the first temple building, it was starting to dawn on us that we had zero clue as to what we were actually looking for!

The crowd was unusually backed up, even taking into account how people mob the rides the second they come back up. The source of the setback was apparently a small boy, whose crazy enough to be wearing a black hoodie in 80 degree heat, arguing with a cast member.

"What do you mean I have to have a 'FastPass'!?" The child said snidely, "Do you know who I am!?"

"Kid," the cast member dryly responded, "I've heard that one at least 10 times today. Now please get in the correct line."

"Well, if that's how you want to play, you should get to knowing then!" The child bellowed, "I am LLOYD GARMADON! Son of the terrifying LORD GARMADON! And I'll go wherever I WANT TO!"

Hearing that startling announcement, I turned to you guys.

"Looks like we kinda found what we're looking for;" I said, "any clue as to what we should do?"

@geekywinemom @kaospersona @ninjagofanficsandart @ninjago-hiveswap @lindsey-chr-not-found

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frances isn’t jealous . really . she isn’t .

well , okay , maybe she is . but just a little bit . it’s just not fair , though . not fair that jack gets to have a bunch of friends , friends who are cool and popular and frances is stuck . she’s stuck with no friends . jack was really her only friend . it’s sad to think that she’s a fucking junior in high school , her and her brother having turned seventeen just a few days ago , and she has no friends .

it’s halloween and normally frances would be ecstatic . it had always been her favorite holiday . she loved getting to pretend that she was someone else , someone who was happy and confident , for just one day . jack had always hated halloween though . which is why it doesn’t make sense to her that she’s having the worst time while jack is having fun .

this halloween party that thomas fucking jefferson has thrown every year since the seventh grade has been shit . frances had never really had fun at his halloween parties before . but they had been bearable because she’d have her jacky at her side . they’d make fun of drunk girls loudly singing karaoke together . but this year is different . since her brother got on the baseball team , he’s changed . he’s been hanging out with the other guys on the team . hanging out with jocks ( it’s kind of a slap in the face because they used to make fun of the self - absorbed jock assholes at their high school . ) . he’s been distant as hell . hadn’t had time for her anymore . it was always the guys this , the team that . but that was okay . frances wasn’t jealous .

barely twenty minutes into the party , frances locked herself in the bathroom and slid down the door to hug her knees tightly to her chest . she felt terrible . her and jack would always go costume shopping together . and she had stupidly waited until the night before , hoping that maybe that he hadn’t gotten a chance to go to the halloween store yet so they could go together like every other year . but he had already bought a costume , coordinated with the other guys on the baseball team . they were all dressed as fucking marvel characters . it made frances want to hate marvel , but she couldn’t - her , jack , and mom had seen pretty much every marvel movie on opening night together . and frances wasn’t wearing a costume . what a kick to the gut . it was like they changed fucking places , jack loving halloween and frances hating it now . she was wearing her favorite t - shirt , the one with the skeleton ribs on it , with a black and white striped thermal shirt on underneath .

frances wasn’t quite sure , but she’s pretty sure that she was having a panic attack . isn’t that great ? having a panic attack in the bathroom of a virtual stranger at the biggest party of the fall ? if anyone found out , she’d be ruined . at least she could blame the red eyes from crying on weed . that would be believable .

she crawled away from the door and climbed into the bathtub . frances thought that maybe if she was further from the door , then no one would hear her cry or talk to herself ( she had this habit . whenever jack wasn’t there to talk her through panic attacks , she’d just talk to herself . just another thing that would ruin her if anyone found out . )

“ i could stay right here or disappear and nobody would even notice at all , “ frances begins softly , eyes shut tight to try and stop tears from falling . it doesn’t work though . “ i'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my jacky kinda left me alone . “ she sniffles and shakes her head angrily for a moment . “ but you know what ? i'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly , or pretend to check a text on my phone . “ she’s rubbing hard at her eyes now , throat closing up a bit , chest hurting from all the heaving . “ everything felt fine when i was half of a pair . now through no fault of mine , there's no other half there . “

frances silences herself when she hears someone outside of the bathroom . it’s just some drunk girl , though , someone singing along somewhat nicely to the music thumping throughout the house , despite the owner of the voice being completely shitfaced . she thinks it might be maria lewis . girl had a set of pipes on her that frances would kill for . but frances was okay with being perfectly mediocre .

she lets out a breath of relief when the footsteps from the girl retreat , probably off to get some more beer . whatever . frances didn’t care . “ now i’m just frances in the bathroom at a party . i forget how long it’s been since jack wanted to spend time with me . “ she hears a knock at the door , sitting up with wide eyes . “ no , you can’t come in ! ! ! “ whoever it was , they muttered a small ‘ damn , fine then ‘ and walked away . jesus , frances felt like she was going insane now .

“ i'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leave . and picking at grout as i softly grieve . i’m just frances who you don’t know , frances flying solo , frances in the bathroom by herself ! “ the first part is kind of directed towards jack . she knows he’s not there for her to yell at , but it feels good . after all , it feels like they don’t know each other anymore . it sucks . it really fucking sucks . but she can’t do shit about it , she can just wait it out , hope he’ll come to his senses soon .

“ i am hiding , but he's out there , just ignoring all our history . memories get erased , and i'll get replaced with a newer , cooler version of me . “ frances gets kind of choked up at the thought . it seems plausible though . there’s probably a guy on the baseball team who has a sister . a sister who looks kind of like frances , but much cooler . frances wouldn’t blame jack , if he left her for that girl .

“ i half regret the beers . “ frances finds herself mumbling , rubbing at her eyes , letting out a half laugh . she’s kinda glad she had so much already because her anxiety would be killer if she didn’t have some sort of buffer . “ as i choke back the tears , i’ll wait as long as i need . won’t come out ‘til my face is dry . or i could just blame it on the weed ! everyone would believe that in a fucking heartbeat ! “ frances clambers out of the tub now , stumbles over to the sink . she leans on the counter and glares at her reflection .

as she looks at herself , she realizes that she hates everything about her appearance . her eyes are too big . her lips are too chapped . her nose looks weird . her hair’s frizzy as hell . it’s pulled back into a messy bun , but it doesn’t help at all . and her freckles . god , don’t even get her started on her goddamn freckles . there’s far too many of them . she thinks it makes her look stupid , like she’s got specks of dirt all over her face . she spits at her reflection .

“ it sucks you left me here alone , “ frances says softly . she looks similar enough to jack that she can pretend that she’s yelling at him instead of her own tired face . “ you left me in this stupid fucking teenage battle zone by myself . “ she shakes her head , more tears flowing . she thought that she was over this already . “ i feel the pressure building up . big mistake number who - the - fuck - knows of today was showing up . “

frances chokes back a sob as she turns on the faucet . she bends her neck towards the sink , splashes cold water on her face . she takes a deep breath to steady herself . she feels herself slip into a better place after that . it’s nice . she’s finally back in her somewhat - happy place . it’s the one she slips into when she doesn’t want anything to do with jack . the one where it’s just her and mom . her and mom spending time together at the park , going to see a movie , anything . she keeps her gaze on the sink , somewhat afraid of looking back at herself .

“ i can't help but yearn for a different time . maybe middle school ? shit was pretty good then . maybe before we even started school . that’s when shit was still good . “ frances scoffs softly , looks back up at her reflection . “ and the present is clearer . and there’s no denying i’m just . . . “

that’s when she breaks . she collapses onto the floor , curls into a ball and starts fucking bawling . she’s gotten most of her anger out now . now she’s just sad . really fucking sad . “ is there a sadder sight than . . . “ frances wants to finish her sentence . really . but she’s thrown into another sobbing fit , throat tight and chest burning . “ what a heinous night . “ it takes her , like , five minutes , but she’s finally regulated her breathing back into a normal pace . she slowly stands up , rubbing at the tear tracks falling down her cheeks .

“ i wish i had stayed at home instead and watched some shitty movie on fucking hallmark . “ the anger’s back now . “ or , i wish i had offed myself instead ! “ frances is full - on yelling now . “ or maybe , i wish i had never been born ! then i wouldn’t be dragging jack down ! “ she punches the door hard enough to hurt herself , but not hard enough to break the door . her dad would kill her if he had to pay to fix someone’s fucking door because she couldn’t control her anger issues ( she needed to go to anger - management classes . maybe she’d look into it in college . if she wasn’t dead by june . ) “ i’m just frances who’s a loner , so she must be a stoner ! god , what a fucking loser ! frances flyin’ solo , who you think that you know ? ! “ frances covers her face with her hands , screams into her palms before flinging the door open .

as she’s looking for thomas fucking jefferson , she lets herself say one last thing . “ all you know about me is my name , “ frances murmurs as she finally spots the tall boy . one of jacks’ baseball buddies , judging by his iron man costume . she taps him on the shoulder and is briefly surprised to see that thomas fucking jefferson was just talking to jack . “ hi . awesome party , i’m so glad i came . “ she doesn’t want to come off as rude , so she relies on pretending - pretending that she was happy , pretending that she had had fun . frances had even plastered on a wide , rather convincing smile . thank god for taking drama all throughout middle school .

thomas fucking jefferson smiles condescendingly at frances before turning back to talk to jack . frances unintentionally glares at jack before turning sharply to exit the house . jack mutters some half - assed excuse to thomas fucking jefferson before turning quickly to chase after frances .

when he makes it outside , frances is already clambering into her car ( she’s sobered enough to be able to drive now . and they didn’t drive together . it’s weird and abnormal , but they’re not exactly the best of friends anymore ) . jack runs up to her , grabs her arm a bit harshly and pulls her close to him . “ what the fuck is your problem ? “ he says roughly , eyebrows narrowed . if looks could kill , frances thinks that she’d be a dead girl .

“ excuse me ? what the fuck are you talking about ? “ frances shoots back , free hand coming up to try to pry jack’s fingers off of her arm . luckily , it works , and she stumbles away from her a bit . she’s looking at him the way she looks at their dad now and jack seems unphased . it doesn’t sit well with her , the fact that he doesn’t care that he’s equivalent to their shithead dad right now .

“ you’re kidding . you were being so fucking rude to thomas back there ! “

“ no i wasn’t , i was being polite . i told him that his party was awesome and that i was glad that i came . how is that being rude ? “

“ polite ? ! you call that being polite ? ! you were fucking dripping with sarcasm ! “ john’s stepping closer to her and frances is flinching . she doesn’t like this at all .

“ so maybe i didn’t have a good time , what - the fuck - ever ! it’s not like you care anymore about me to want to check on me ! fuck you , john goddamn laurens ! “ frances hisses , gets in john’s personal space before side - stepping to get to her car , purposefully steps on jack’s foot hard . she climbs into the driver seat , slams the door shut , and is soon peeling out of her parking space and is off towards their house .

jack found himself just standing there , eyes following frances ‘ s stupid fucking pt cruiser , completely shocked . frances was never that harsh towards him . he knew he’d fucked up , but he didn’t want to admit that he had done wrong . he was stubborn as shit , and so was frances , so he was pretty much resigned to the idea that they’d never be friends again . but he didn’t care . really . he didn’t . if she’s going to be an ass , then he doesn’t want to fight to be best friends anymore .

#☆.（ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ）┊❝drabbles !❞#☆.（ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳᶤᵗᵉ ᵗʷᶤᶰ）┊❝verse 003 !❞#( anyways here's fuckin wonderwall.#its 6 am. i havent slept since yesterday. im gonna go pass tf out. love yall <3 )

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc II: Watt Outta Hell (4)

Chapter 4: A Gun for Dinosaur

To any Hollywood directors who might be reading this:

When you guys finally get around to adapting my life story for the big screen, this is going to be the part where you put in the montage of me going from an incompetent loser to lord of the machine gun, interspersed with scenes of me hanging out with the gang, doing illegal crap like watching Hannah Montana unironically or leaving the toilet seat up. Have this cumulate in a final scene where I rip apart a Velossi casino using only my machine gun, watching impassively as the Velossi gang’s burning thugs plead for mercy while trying to escape the wreckage. I, along with F-Bomb and D-Bag, will turn around and walk toward the camera, just as the rubble explodes like a nuclear bomb behind us.

And now for the rest of you:

Like I wrote above (and don’t act like you didn’t read it), if this were a movie, this is the part where there’d be an epic training montage. I’d try to explain to you, but mere words couldn’t really do it justice. It’s me training with Deinonychus gangsters (or as they called us on the streets, the Deinono Crew. That’s really all you need to know.

As for what I was doing when I wasn’t training, I mostly just helped around. I put fake coins in the slot machines, built pipe bombs, refined my fake Brooklyn accent or just cut the heads off of My Little Pony dolls to put under our target’s beds. Stuff the gang needed doing but were too busy extorting the locals to do themselves. Only unlike at home, I kinda had to do what they said or they’d blow my brains out. Which wouldn’t kill me, seeing as I was a soul in Hell but it still hurt pretty bad. And when I wasn’t being evil, I was usually sleeping in my bed. And by bed, I mean sleeping under the craps table (yours truly wasn’t exactly high on the pecking order) looking up at the faded posters of featherless T-Rexes my predecessor, Turd Sr. left behind. And when I wasn’t doing that, A-Hole would take me under his wing and tell me stories about how the casino got there in the first place.

“Y’see, kid, once upon a forkin’ time, long before your race learned to drink milk from cow tips, the Deinonychus ruled the underworld. But life thinks it’s funny, see? A regular class clown. One day, your King of the Underworld, the next, some pricks dressed in bedsheets and stupid haloes waltz on in andtell your kind their time is up! So now, you gots ta live in this special buffer zone saparatein’ the inner an’ outer circles of Hell! That’s right! On one side, a horde of genocidal tyrants and rapists, on the other, dumb schmucks who didn’t eat their vegetables or refused to flush! And ‘cause life think’s it’s real funny, ya can’t get a wink of sleep ‘cause you’re so close to the forkin’ surface you can hear the mortals stompin’ around above you! And then, just when you finally get your big break, turns out some dumb Velossis have swiped the rug right out from under you! And then…!”

Around this point A-Hole’s ranting would turn into dinosaur screeching, followed by one of two things happening: either Weena would come in and lick his hand, or he’d start shooting the ceiling. With a machine gun. Multiple times.

But A-Hole wasn’t always that way, as I’d soon find out. One day, when I was on guard duty with D-Bag, the topic came up again. There’d been only five bombs going off and five thousand forks given in the past half hour, so it was a pretty slow day. We’d tried filing our toe claws, but they were so sharp we cut our files. Then we tried crank calling Satan on our walkie-talkies, but the underworld’s reception is really bad, so that put an end to that. Nothing to do, we did something that should only ever be used as a last resort: we started talking to each other.

“Hey, D-Bag,” I said in a really bad Brooklyn accent “every time I hear the Boss whine, it’s always Velossi this, Velossi that. Whenever we get in a turf war, it’s always the Velossi. Whenever the casino gets sieged, it’s the Velossi. Heck, I can’t even mention them without the Boss tryin’ ta cut me inta chicken nuggets. I mean, they’re dromaeosaurs like us. Just a bit on the short side. So what’s the Boss got on them?”

Well, D-Bag jumped back a bit, startled that, for once, he wasn’t the one asking the questions. Scratching his chin with his toe claw, he told me “See, Turd, this might surprise you, but once upon a time the Velossi and the Deinono was best pals. Fact, the Boss even hung out with the Velossi Boss. Things were good, until the day some hotshot director came down from the surface world to film a movie. Traded his soul to the Porcelain God to make some flick with realistic dinosaurs. And he wanted us ta star in it. You probably never noticed this, but the Boss has always wanted ta be an actor. I mean his office used to be covered in Woody Allen posters!“

“Cut to the chase. You’re almost as boring as staring into the Feces Pits.”

For those non-Hellions reading this, the Feces Pits are one of those lame roadside attractions we have for when The Lord wants to teach someone a lesson in humility or something. Basically people who forgot to flush are put in this giant tar pit made of poop they can never escape. On paper it sounds awesome, but since the casino was on a cliff overlooking the darn thing, it got boring real fast. Great place to dump (still alive) bodies, though.

Anyways, D-Bag put his hands in front of himself defensively “Alright! Alright! Stop putting pressure on me! Now where was I? Oh yeah! The Boss was sharp to get in on the action. Next thing you know, we were professional actors.” For a moment, his eyes misted over. “Only time in my life I had a job that was legal. Granted, director guy wanted ta film us naked for some reason- BUT! - besides that, everything was going great until one day, the Velossi started getting jealous of our success. Real envious director dude chose us over them. And you know what they did. After all our scenes were done, they bribed director guy to replace our credentials with theirs! Now at first, A-Hole tries to keep everyone calmed down. Take a breath, he says. Call a lawyer, he says. Well, next thing we know, some T-Rex who stank an awful lot of Velossi eats our lawyer a day before the trial, causin’ the whole thing ta get called off. And ta make matters worse, they lent director jerkwad another bribe ta have the lawyer eating scene in the movie. Just to mock us!”

Velociraptors.

Lawyers eaten by dinosaurs.

For the first time since summer vacation, the dusty old cogs in my brain spun as I realized what D-Bag was saying.

“Wait! You- You-“

“That’s right kid,” He took off his fake sideburns and sombrero, becoming instantly recognizable. One might even say iconic. “yours truly was in Jurasic Park.”

“But I thought those were just special effects!”

“Kid, do I look fake ta you?” He slapped me across the face for emphasis. At the time, though, I was locked in a trace. Inches from my face was one of the stars of the greatest movie of all time. It never failed. Just when I thought I knew everything about dinosaurs, they had something new in store for me,

“Hell ta Turd? Are you dead or somethin’? I mean, we’re all dead, but you know what I mean! ...I think.”

I nodded slightly, indicating I was (just barely) still conscious.

. . .

From then on, I saw my friends in a new light. Now we weren’t just gangsters, we were warriors fighting for justice against the jerks who had robbed us of our rightful glory. Sure, we might have extorted the locals for every Hell-penny they had, maybe burnt down a building or two, vivisected the occasional passerby in cold blood, but it was all for a good cause. Good for most of us, at least.

#My writing #Nature Trail To Hell #deinonychus #velociraptor #jurassic park

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sunkissis · 5 years

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Bonjour guys,

I’ve had the most formidable (as the French say), chill summer. We hosted many special and dear friends and family that we ended up staying in Paris all summer. I started a new venture called Mon Ami Paree walking tours and this weekend we are hopping on a train for our 17th wedding anniversary. It’s completely bananas to me that I have done anything for as long as seventeen years but I’ve been with lovely Antz for half of my life so I consider myself lucky. I’ve been thinking about how I am getting closer to the midpoint of my life (fifty is creeping on me) and all the things I’ve learned, failed and grown from. Here’s my list of real talk life advice that have shaped me thus far.

Don’t pick at your face. I am so old school in my skin regime that I still use toothpaste on my pimples and I never touch my face. Now that I live in a city without a car, I feel the dirt and sun more than ever. So, everyday I wash my face with Bliss fab foaming 2-in-1 cleanser & exfoliator with bamboo buffers (I bought a huge bottle before we left LA) and moisturize with my Holy Grail Aveeno Positively Radiant Sheer Daily Moisturizing Lotion. That’s it! I try my best not to frown but I am embracing my laugh-line wrinkles.

Manners first in everyday situations. When I was 11, I spent a summer in Oklahoma with my Grandmother’s sister. My Great-Aunt was super traditionally strict and she basically put me in charm school boot camp that summer. No elbows on the table, ask to be excused from the table and always say Good morning when you greet someone. These are no-brainer rules for Liv, lucky me I rarely have to remind her but it’s such a dying part of our society. Bring a gift the first time you visit someone’s house, hold the door for people struggling, make eye contact when you speak to someone. So many people have a hard time learning names but I always say the person’s name when we meet to remember it. I also write myself notes to remind myself (cute family we met at the park with two kids and live in the 2eme). Please learn a strong handshake. When I meet someone with a weak handshake I want to head bump them so hard. How far will you get in life with that weak grip? I don’t trust weak hand shakers. I often have to catch myself from saying “Bless you” out loud when someone sneezes on the bus because I get such strange looks (I forget, no one speaks English). One of the most charming things I appreciate here in Paris is you must always speak to a shopkeeper or bus driver when you enter. I also love how people offer their seats to elderly or pregnant women without a thought. From my observations, pregnant ladies get treated like princesses here. Remember, politeness goes a long way and shows integrity.

Always bring a umbrella! I have learned the hard way so many times since I moved to this land of unpredictable rain. I have gotten caught in rain and hailstorms without even a jacket. I am so LA that I forget to wear a jacket when I leave the house and the sun is shining bright. Little did I know it can take less than an hour for the weather to take a major turn. We have acquired so many cheap umbrellas because we get caught in the rain. Now we carry a bag every time we go out with two small umbrellas, a pack of wet wipes, portable phone charger and cords, hand sanitizer, our table tennis rackets (almost every park has a table) and a water bottle. These things used to live in the trunk of my car but now I have to schlep everything myself.

Invest in quality lip balm. I used to throw Vaseline on my lips if they were chapped for years in my twenties. Then I got an Anthropologie gift card for my birthday so I bought some fancy Smith Rosebud Salve. I loved the smell of the balm but the container would get bent in my bag and it was too cumbersome and messy to open. So when I found EOS in sweet mint at Target, I was addicted. I literally brought 20 of them to Paris with me because I fear running out. My Mom even sends me more in my care packages because she knows I am obsessed. Find a quality lip balm and never leave home without it in your purse. Trust me, I had to stop at a 24 hour grocery store to buy some lip balm while I was on my way to the hospital when I was in labor with Liv.

My Mommy keeps me stocked with LA necessities.

Don’t buy something with the hope of losing weight to wear it later. I bought a cute baby doll dress from Target thinking, it’s so cute and not expensive, I’ll lose some weight in my arms and be able to wear it in a few months. That dumb dress sat in my closet for five years. Why mentally psyche yourself up for something you can’t enjoy now? I no longer starve myself, or beat myself up about my weight. I am healthy and loved. I walk more now than I ever did and I feel great in my clothes. The apparel industry has come around to accepting that all women aren’t size six, so I feel great about being able to buy clothes that don’t look matronly or feel left out of what the cool girls are wearing. I was even asked to try-on clothes for two brands I adore (my darlings at Ace & Jigand Ban.do) This 42 year old lady is still as rad as I was at 22!

Never not wearing my favorite Ace & Jig dress

Embrace your quirky self! I used to have an unhealthy relationship with my hair. I have bleached it to death, chemically straightened it for years and mistreated it out of sheer laziness. The straw that broke my hair unhappiness was in January 2017. I was putting a chemical straightener on my hair when I had to take off my Olivia pendant necklace (the chemicals would ruin it) I somehow lost my necklace that day so I vowed to never use that stupid (and damaging) stuff again. I haven’t put any chemicals or color on my hair since then. I replaced my necklace too. When I want to change my look, I get colorful braids. Now that I live in a more humid climate (my hair literally turns into a mushroom the second I go outside)

I’ve learned to embrace my natural curls. I have an established hair routine that I do once in a while because I’m still lazy but the less I mess with my hair the stronger and healthier it’s been. I bought products I know keep my dry, damaged hair moisturized and leave it alone. I broke my expensive flat iron when I first moved her because of the dumb voltage. I bought a new Euro flat iron but it doesn’t work as well as my old one so I decided, why go through the time and energy trying to make my curly hair straight? Now I throw tons of leave-in conditioner in my hair, or sometimes I wear flexi rods overnight and poof! I’m little orphan Lizzie.

Young Lizzie and Lizzie in her 20s (with extensions)

I’ve retired my signature braids for the summer to give my hair a rest and let it breathe. Braids are a protective hairstyle in the Black hair community but they can also cause breakage if you use the wrong type of hair or have them braided too tight. Plus they are annoyingly hot.

Please for the love of God know the difference between homophones (words that sound the same but are spelled and mean different things!) I am in a Facebook travel group and when I see adult people typing “I waisted a ticket because the whether was bad,” I have a brain meltdown. Listen, I am no grammar snob, I am completely aware my spelling is atrocious (thanks autocorrect for fixing that for me) and I am a serial run-on-sentence writer, but if you aren’t sure (NOT SHORE) which word to use, take a second and Google it. It took me years to grasp the difference between stationary and stationery. I subscribe to Word Genius which emails me a new word a day. I really wish I had a reason to use the word hornswoggle on my blog. Learn new things all the time.

Master your penmanship. I may sound so old-fashioned and prissy in my unsolicited advice but have you ever tried to read a doctor’s prescription? I now live in a country where they write in lovely italic cursive however, I can’t tell an S from an R. Liv has beautiful penmanship, I have always instilled taking pride in your handwriting in her from an early age yet the French education system has taken over and she writes so teeny tiny, I can’t figure it out. I bought her a calligraphy set and she loves to practice writing fancy.

Not everyone is going to like you. Believe it or not this is hard for extroverts like myself to accept. I can be hypersensitive and get anxiety around new people. I am an only child so my friendships are everything to me. I have been told that I am a people person but I really have a small inner circle of only about five or six people who really know the real uncensored me. I’ve had to deal with people flaking on me, people mischaracterizing me and many people doubting me for years. My confidence comes from learning self-trust. I am okay being the loud girl who listens to weird music or dresses like a toddler obsessed with rainbows, that is who I am, not sorry about it. I can’t help but be selfish about my happiness. I try my best to set an example for my (sometimes shy and quiet) daughter because growing up is hard and things like bullying, eating disorders and now the fake Instagram perfection standard makes it even harder. I never had a sibling to give me advice or tell me I look crazy so I’ve made great friends and spent time listening and learning. I now have many sisters (by marriage and my bff) but I wish I knew at 13 that just because someone didn’t like me meant something was wrong with me. As you get older, you stop caring what other people think. What they think doesn’t matter and are inconsequential to your success!

Proud Pokemon Go Mom. If you play too, let me know so we can be friends!

Fail, ugly cry and then try that shit again until you succeed! OMG, this was a hard lesson for me to learn y’all. I am impatient and when I don’t immediately get my way, I turn into the biggest brat ever. I have gone through every type of disappointment, felt like life was over for me and through all the drama and heartache, always came through better than I started. It’s weird when you are going through something serious, it feels like being stuck in quicksand. I now know that the harder something is for me to achieve, the more it’s worth it. I also know that anything worth doing requires sacrifice and commitment. You may sacrifice sleep, spending money, eating desserts but will it be worth the sacrifice in the end? Ask yourself this when going into a new venture. I have learned in the past twenty two years that my internal stress and anxiety is a complete overreaction. I know deep down things will work out because it always seems impossible until it’s done. The word is literally I’M POSSIBLE!!

Have a lovely rest of the summer. I am still working on last summer’s travel posts, it’s taking forever because my laptop memory is full so for every photo I upload I have to throw away three. It’s moving slow but it’s possible.

Bisous

My mid-life check in Bonjour guys, I've had the most formidable (as the French say), chill summer. We hosted many special and dear friends and family that we ended up staying in Paris all summer.

#40&039;s #life advice #real talk

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nubnubblr · 5 years

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Day By Day .17

I sat on the bench outside the front of the zoo gates waiting for Insoo. He was suppose to be here twenty minutes ago, I'm honestly not even sure why he wanted to go to the zoo, or why I'd agree to do it. I mean he said he wanted to apologize for Seyong and stuff but there was no need for him to apologize for Seyong and even so he could have just taken me to a cafe or something. I didn't understand why he felt it was his responsibility to apologize for his friend, but here I was, sitting in front of the zoo waiting for him.

I pulled my phone from my pocket to ring him but paused when I seen Seyong walking up the path, he stopped when he saw me then made his way towards me. What's going on?

"Hey," he said when he reached me, I just stared at him.

"It's rude to ignore someone you know," he raised an eyebrow.

"Hi," I sighed still frowning.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. I wanted to completely ignore him, but I figured it would be better to just answer him so he'd leave.

"Waiting for Insoo," I stated bluntly.

"Interesting," he smirked nodding, I just stared at him again.

"I'm suppose to meet him here too," he said when I didn't question him. I guess he likes the sounds of his own voice.

"What?"

"Yeah, I'll call him and see where he is," he didn't sounds so surprised. Why was he even here?

SEYONG

I sat down next to her, she was clearly uncomfortable but I didn't move. She'd been avoiding me for just about two weeks and it was starting to bother me. Not because she was avoiding me, I could care less if she wanted to be around me or not. I just didn't like the extreme lengths she was going to, like going out with her giant friend most days she wasn't at the university, if not him then a shorter guy, Micky, I think she said his name was, she'd even started practicing late with that Kwangmin guy. I wonder what their 'practice' consisted of. Anyway, she was going to have to be comfortable around me at some point.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit speed dial, the phone rang twice before he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm not coming," I paused, Eunji was watching me as I spoke to him.

"Oh?" I said carefully.

"I got her there like I said I would, I'm not going to be your buffer. You need to fix it on your own. But if you make it worse, I'm not helping you anymore. I'm already going to be in enough trouble for this,"

"Okay,"

"I'm serious, don't be an ass and don't upset her. Swallow your pride for five minutes and genuinely apologize to her," his tone was serious.

"Okay, I'll see you soon," I hung up. If I tell her he wasn't coming she'll leave. Okay so maybe I care a little that she's ignoring and avoiding me. But if I tell her he's not coming she will definitely leave, she barely wants to sit here next to me, I'm surprised she hasn't already left. If I want her to stay I'll have to lie to her.

"He said he's running late, and to go in. He'll find us when he gets here,"

EUNJI

He had sat close enough to me for me to be able to hear what Insoo had said, they'd planned this? If Insoo wasn't coming there was no way was staying here with him. Why should I? So he can fake an apology and be an ass all day? That or the entire time we spent together would be awkward, no, I'm not subjecting myself to more scrutiny from him.

There was no way a day with Seyong would end well for me.I wanted to get up and leave, and I was going to, until Zelo's voice popped into my head;

~Flashback~

"You can't keep avoiding the dorm because he's there,"

"I'm not,"

"You are. You don't want to go home because you don't want to be around Seyong. I understand he unintentionally almost drowned you, but you can't blame him completely. He didn't know for sure you couldn't swim and he didn't know that you have PTSD when it comes to water. You didn't drown. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not defending him, it's clear the guy's a perv and only wants one thing from you. But that doesn't mean he doesn't feel bad for what happened, and you can't keep avoiding him. You haven't even given him the chance to apologize and whether you realize it or not, you need to hear him do so, so you can stop getting so anxious about going home. You're going to make yourself sick,"

~End~

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. I can leave at anytime, I told myself as I followed him to the entrance.

***

We'd been walking around for maybe ten minutes but it felt like hours. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and neither of us talked which just made the atmosphere worse. We walked together, to everyone else it probably looked like we were complete strangers. I hugged myself following behind him slightly. I wasn't really sure what else to do. Why didn't I just leave?

"Let's go in there," he pointed to a large blue building, I just nodded and followed him.

As we got closer to the blue building I noticed the word 'AQUARIUM' written down the side in big white letters. I stopped dead, which caused him to frowned when he realized I'd stopped walking.

"What?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Why?"

"I don't want to go in there,"

"You were fine to go in there less than a minute ago," he frowned walking back towards me.

"I didn't know it was an aquarium then,"

"You wont even be touching the water," he reached for my hand.

"I'm not going in there," I took a step back.

"You'll have to face your fear sometime,"

"I am not going in there,"

SEYONG

"Why not?"

"Seriously?" the color had drained from her face.

"It's completely safe, you'll be fine," I grabbed her hand and lead her towards the aquarium.

"Seyong stop," her voice was full of panic.

"I'm trying to help you," I paused.

"Seyong, let of me or I'll scream," she stated seriously, looking me directly in the eye, she hadn't done that since the beach.

"Eunji," I rolled my eyes.

"You're not making me go in there," she refused, she was almost as white as paper

The pure fear in her eyes resurfaces the guilt I felt after she almost drowned. Her eyes looked shaky and she kept blinking. I sighed letting go of her hand, and she instantly took a step away from me.

"I'm sorry," I sighed again.

EUNJI

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or if he was playing another one of his games. Trying to lure me into a false sense of security so he could try and drag me into the aquarium. He had to be playing once of his mind games.

"Okay," I nodded.

"That's it?" he frowned.

"What?"

"I just apologized and you're not even going to accept it?" his mood flipped just like that, I guess he wasn't joking.

"What are you apologizing for exactly?" I asked carefully,

"Trying to make you go in there, mostly for almost drowning you thing," he avoided looking at me, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I accept your apology," I frowned nodding.

"What now?" he spoke more to himself than me but I answered anyway.

"We could get something to eat," I suggested.

Honestly, I contemplated just going home but Zelo was right; I couldn't keep avoiding him and he'd seemed genuine in his apology. Eating a meal together couldn't hurt, right?

"You don't want to walk around some more?"

"Not really,"

"Okay, let's get some lunch," he nodded.

***

Seyong had gone to order our food, we were sitting in the food court. My phone buzzed in my pocket and 'Insoo' flashed across my screen.

"Hello,"

"Hey, sorry, I wont be able to make it. Something came up," I heard Jiyeon laughed in the background.

"Did you plan on showing up in the first place?"

"I though about it, are you still with him?" he asked.

"Is who with who?" Jiyeon's voice appeared again.

"Yeah, we're about to have some lunch,"

"You don't sound so enthusiastic, did he apologize?"

"Yeah, it's just awkward right now,"

"You can always leave if you don't feel comfortable," he stated.

"No, it's okay, I can't avoid him forever," I sighed.

"Is everything else okay?"

"Yeah, we're just going to eat then probably go back to the dorm,"

"Okay, we'll see you later tonight then,"

INSOO

I hung the phone up and rolled over to see a very angry looking Jiyeon. Needless to say I didn't tell Jiyeon about my little plan because I know she would never let me do it, it was better for her to be mad at me later.

"What did you do?"

"I sent Seyong and Eunji to the zoo,"

"What?"

"The tension in that house wasn't good for anyone, they needed to sort it out, he needed to fix it,"

"Why couldn't he have done that on his own?"

"With her avoiding him?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't we all go then?"

"For one, you still want to hit him every time you see him, and secondly; you're very protective of her, you wouldn't have left them alone to talk,"

"Why didn't you go then?"

"Because he wouldn't have apologized,"

"Why not?"

"Because he's Seyong," I shrugged.

"That's not a reason,"

"I'm sorry I kept this from you, but they needed to talk. They went to a public place, full of people. She could have left at any point, she had a choice," I explained.

She stayed quiet after that, but she still wasn't happy about it. I hadn't expected her to be.

JIYEON

"I'm sorry I kept this from you, but they needed to talk. They went to a public place, full of people. She could have left at any point, she had a choice,"

I wanted to argue the point, I was seriously irritated that he had gone behind my back and sent Eunji unknowingly to spend a day with that egotistical twat who has only ever upset her or tried to kill her. I don't care if it was an accident or if he didn't know that she couldn't swim, he'd still been responsible for luring her out their and throwing her into the water. I also find it hard to believe that she didn't tell him she couldn't swim.

But even though I wanted to argue with him or at least vent the anger I felt, I can't exactly be mad at him for keeping something a small as trying to help his friend when I'm keeping something as big as being pregnant from him.

EUNJI

"Here," Seyong placed the tray of food down on the table then sat opposite me.

"So, why are you so scared of water?" he asked handing me a spoon for the bowl of soup in front of me.

"I, ah, something happened when I was younger and I haven't been able to get in the water since,"

"What happened?"

"Something," I dead panned.

"Okay," he mumbled.

I wondered how long it will be before he turns back into an ass.

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survivordivergent · 7 years

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EPISODE 11 (PART 2) - “ FIRST YOU GET THE IDOL. THEN YOU GET THE IMMUNITY. THEN YOU GET THE WIN.” - ED

http://insidesurvivor.com/sarah-lacina-retrospective-25209

Huh I ctrl-f'd "truth" "honesty" and "trust" but they weren't there. Weird. It's almost like she wasn't any of those things, just a flop on a power trip. But you know whatever. Who needs an idol anyway, no one ever votes for the goat.

I'm suddenly ALIVE

WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS GAME WANT ME TO FUCKING QUIT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT TWO FUCKING TIMES I MAKE A BIG MOVE AN IDOL PLAY I WORK ON IT SO MUCH AND BAM FUCKING FAKE TRIBAL TRIBAL DOESNT FUCKING COUNT THIS IS SO UNFAIR TO ME I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE ITI HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT ITS SO FUCKING UNFAIR ITS SO FUCKING UNFAIR ITS SO FUCKING UNFAIR MY AUCTION ITEM WASNT EVEN ACTUALLY USED

FUCK YOU HOSTS. THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD, I WOULD HAVE FUCKING WON, BUT FUCK Y'ALL.

I am still SHOOK about this whole simulator thing. We didn't lose Melissa, Payton exposed their self as a snake, and we have majority. What was really interesting was that Payton tells our alliance that she had the Amity idol, that it was in 2 halves and you had to combine them in order to use it. AND THEN IT GETS PLAYED AT THAT TRIBAL COUNCIL!! There was no effort for secrecy, and it didnt seem too thought out because even if Melissa had gone, it still would have been 4-3 with Lucy, Geo, and Payton in the minority. This definitely gave the game some flavor. I just hope there is still a way for me to make it to the end

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I'm literally just going to tell peolpe to vote me off lol

I hate immunity and most of all, I fucking hate Lake. You didn't need to say my name when you did you bitter asshole. Calm the fuck down, at least I'm TRYING to play a game instead of hiding behind Eliza and hoping I somehow get to F2.

Meet the new round, same as the old round. Minus the whole fractured BH5 group, natch.

Won reward again, check. Got the Candor idol again, check. Won immunity again, check. Lake is threatening to leak false information to Lucy and it's a bad look for me if she runs with it, because then Payton likely chooses to run with that and idols the wrong person. That'd mean it's likely Payton going. And while that would be easiest for my game, by far... I'm super not comfortable with that. She's been my ride or die since the hop. It'd be terrible form to abandon her as soon as a plan doesn't work out.

On the other hand... I've gotten fairly tight with BH5. Melissa, especially, but Eliza and Jill are rad as well. I can't wait to find out who they really are, because I feel like we're all fairly in lock-step as far as this game goes.

Not feeling the Lake love, though. I get why he was pulled in, but he's running directly contra to mine and Payton's best interests. And he's leaks info like whoa. It's like BH5 is a boat and Payton was busted drilling holes in it. And now, the leakiest option is here to patch the hole.

I don't think I truly needed this immunity. But it's another feather in my cap if I can make the end. The fact that I won both competitions twice proves that it wasn't a fluke (even though it totally was.) Editing two videos for the All-Stars music video comp meant that I was more or less disengaged from the trivia from 4pm until 9. And my Internet at the office is so bad that in the time it'd take for a Google page to load, the question would already be answered and awarded. So hey, good thing I built myself up such a buffer.

I'm caught between a rock and a hard place here. Usually the right move shines through at me, but right now everything is murky. A part of me wishes the girls would just lie to me and blindside Payton, so I could have the ignorance to fall back on. I almost wonder if they wouldn't deliberately give me the wrong target out of fear it'd get back to Payton. But they can't afford to be wasting votes they have, can they?

I also can't just do what Payton did and flip. It'd be game suicide right now. Payton probably got Otto's vote at the end, and maybe Dani's, at the expense of the BH5 girls. But hey, it was a plan she wanted to put in motion, and it could've had some net positives if not for the Divergent sim reset.

I think my best bet is to make the end with Payton. We've been seen as this inseparable duo since the start, but I can win against her because, while I think her social game may have been better, her only REALLY visible strategic play backfired. She'll undoubtedly try to throw me under the bus for knowing about it, at which point I can say that I set myself up to be okay even if it failed. And then of course, comp wins. The trick will be convincing people that it wasn't a #boring way of playing.

If not Payton, then Melissa. We've been more or less on the same page strategically, but my comp game has been undeniably better, and I think the one point where my game's been weak – the blindside courtesy of Dani that was offset – would be cancelled by Melissa's blindside courtesy of Payton that was offset.

I don't think I can beat Eliza or Jill. Both have incredible social games and, I think, are seen as the driving strategic forces in BH5. And I think I can beat any of Lucy, Lake and Geo.

The more I write this out, the more it makes sense for me to flip. I think I can beat everyone on one side of the coin but not the other. So why am I so attached to a bunch of sockpuppets that I can't envision directly flipping on them?

The easiest solution this round would be a literal repeat of last round, albeit without Mel taking the fall. Let's do the same as last week only take out Lake first. That would be so much easier to deal with.

The more I think about this, the more I think I'm screwed either way. My jury management sucks.

Of those on jury now, I might get Kyle. Maybe Dani. Not Otto. And then either I get to the end with BH4, which means Payton (and by extension Geo and Lucy) are probably upset at me. That's three votes I probably won't get, plus Otto... that's a loss.

OTOH, if I flip on BH4 now? That's Jill, Eliza and Melissa I probably lose. Them plus Otto... that's a loss.

The only way out of this is if BH4 gives me (I can somehow convince Payton that I was fed) false information and the P/G/L side idol the wrong person, causing her to go home.

Otherwise, my game is over this round. The downsides of playing both sides it that it can really come to bite you in the ass when everyone is sure you're with them.

Never before have I hoped more that someone doesn't trust me as much as I think they do.

So Jill or Lake is going home next, we know that. It just depends on who Jill plays her idol on :)

None of those fuckers are getting my vote at ftc if I go home today, especially ed bc he'd have lied to me.

Let's be honest I'm probably dying again. A lot is happening as a result of Payton flipping and a new idol being in play and of course my death. Lake is supposedly on our side now, feeding us information about Lucy. Let's be real, I don't trust it but I need him to think I do. I used my vote sneak on Lucy to see where she goes, and Jill says she'll use her idol this week if necessary. Right now it's 90 minutes until tribal and Lucy hasn't voted yet. And I NEED her to vote to know what I'm doing from there. All of this is just an effort to make f7. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do from there but what I've been asking for since the very beginning has finally happened. The game got real.

Listen, this better be an episode title. We're playing the idol on Lucy, praying she's actually the target. If this goes right, it's #samegamedifferentname. If it goes wrong... I'm going home.

I think I'm leaving so I'm voting Lake in case what Ed says is true and it's lucy, and in case jill plays her idol. Bye world

I hate lake

I'm probably going home this week. i went to lake with a plan to vote out payton just so i was the one who didn't get votes, and now he seems to think he has melissa and eliza on board with his plan but i don't know why they would do that and i honestly don't think they take him seriously enough as a player idk.. honestly i really just want one of them gone and i want to try and flip my position in this game but idk if this week is the week to do it. i also really don't trust ed and i want him out and i feel like cutting payton would be a good move to getting him out since they're besties. OK SO I JUST DECIDED. IM GOING TO VOTE PAYTON, AND NOT USE MY IDOL. OR I AM GOING TO VOTE JILL. IDK I AM SO STRESSSSSSED <<<<<

I'm taking credit for erring those two idols and Payton out of the game I put in the work and it paid off. This round went perfectly.

#iwillbecomesomethingelse

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