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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 2 - preparations

*i realized today was Saturday and was like “oh holy shit time to post part 2!! so enjoy!*

*felt like doing another episode entrance to this so deal with it*

-a camera pans from Auradon to the isle of the lost, zooming in on a large ship that held the symbol of Harriet Hook, the camera zoom fades into Harriet watching her crew move around the deck, a small stack of papers in her hand-

Harriet glanced up suddenly as Xiaohui slid down from rope as she switched out with another member of the crew for lookout in the crow's nest “what ‘cha got there captain?” she hummed, stepping next to Harriet and leaning over to look at the papers.

“just stuff that king beasty sent me, something about guardians for the twins, Sammy, and CJ” Harriet muttered, folding the papers and shoving them into her inner jacket pocket. “apparently because im a legal adult” Xiaohui rose her brow in confusion and Harriet waved it off “Auradon thing I don’t know, but since I’m an adult, they think that I can be the twin's guardian and they are trying to see if I can be CJ’s at the same time since im her sister n stuff” Xiaohui nodded a bit and looked back at the crew, most of which was getting the new supplies of food and water into the lower decks for safekeeping.

“I’m slightly impressed that (y/n) girl actually kept her word” Xiaohui hummed, crossing her arms and leaning on Harriet a bit, who pushed her back with her shoulder “like only a week ago the king announced the new program for us getting better shit and its already in full effect.”

“I think (y/n) scares whoever's in charge of that stuff and made ‘em work faster” Harriet snorted, remembering when she had passed by the main market almost everyone was whispering about the Auradon girl that had kicked her father's ass and left him as an amputee.

“well, she sure scared the fuck out me when she went apeshit on your dad” Xiaohui chuckled, pushing off the rails of the ship and about to walk towards the crew as they began to head out for another shipment “so how long do you think it gonna be before they get the next group of kids off” Harriet looked off for a moment.

“well with the letter Harry sent me, they are aiming for at least within the month, and at most within the next two, but first they got to get the guardian shit out of the way first” Xiaohui nodded, glanced back at the crew then back at Harriet, “I think once we get over there, I’ll be able to help out with choosing more kids to come over to Auradon, Evie might have her heart in the right place but she hardly even knows any kids, I have a lot more tabs on everyone on here and will be able to help get those who need it more off first.”

Xiaohui nodded again, understanding that the crew would probably be left on the isle for a bit longer just to make sure everything was running smoothly on their side, to make sure no one ruined a single kids chances at getting a better life. “now go on, Im pretty sure Sammy’s about to trip over nothing there”

Xiaohui turned and sighed, running over to Sammy and catching his arm just as he stumbled forward, she chided him as they walked off the ship and towards the barges again to collect the last of their shipments.

Harriet let out a small sigh and took out the papers again, tapping her foot anxiously as she flipped through the “guardian” application copies that Ben had sent her just in case she wasn’t able to be the twins and CJ’s guardian, and they needed someone from Auradon to be their guardian.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Skipper Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sterling Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eugene Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sammy Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

Harriet raised her brow at the repeat of applicants, especially the Wendy Darling one, considering she dealt with her father and uncle Smee first hand. Though (y/n) had written on the blank side of the applications that Wendy had applied for that exact reason.

She folded away the Smee papers and looked at her little sister's Guardian application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Calista Jane Hook - parent; James Hook

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eric & Ariel Barnes, Tiana Maldon’

Once again Wendy Darling and freaking King Eric and Queen Ariel had applied to be a guardian of her “family” Harriet sighed again and let her hands drop to her thighs, staring off at nothing as she thought about the upcoming future.

She broke out of her trance as a sheepish Dizzy stepped onto the deck, hands clenching tightly to her denim jacket “um…Harriet?” she squeaked, stepping forward a bit as Celia, Dr.Facilier daughter, pushed her towards Harriet “I-I was wondering if there was anything about…me in those papers King Ben sent you?”

Harriet brought up the papers again and flipped through them, nodding as she spotted Dizzy’s name on a guardian application and a blue envelope “yeah” Harriet muttered, handing the envelope to Dizzy and glancing back down at the application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Dizzy Tremaine - parent; Drizella Tremaine

Guardian applicant(s) - Ella Charming, Fairy Godmother, Anita Radcliffe’

She handed the younger VK the application a moment later and the girl gasped as she read the names of the people who signed up to be her guardian “Cinderella? Fairy Godmother??” she squeaked, crunching the papers in her hand as Celia walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder “why would they-holy moly!!!”

“please just say fuck” Celia laughed, snatching the application from Dizzy and looking it over, curling her lip at all the other information details under the main application script. “wow that’s a lot of shit do to”

The guardian applicants had to fill out most of their information, sign waivers, and multiple other things just to be the guardian of a singular kid.

“oh, Harriet?” Harriet looked up at the call of her name and raised her brow as Dizzy held out the letter she had gotten from Evie, pointing at the back of it “there's some stuff for you on the back of the letter”

She grabbed it from Dizzy and started to read, not recognizing the handwriting but it had been signed by (y/n).

-Hey Harriet, so real quick all I need you to do is pick out who YOU would want to be your fams guardians (aka CJ, the twins, and Sammy) and we’ll pick out who we think is best with your opinion in mind. the kids are never obligated to interact with their guardians but I thought you would be more comfortable knowing exactly who the guardians were.

There are two pieces of blank paper in the envelope with Dizzy’s name on it, one for Dizzy to write back to Evie and one for you to write to me.

-see you soon, (y/n) (l/n)

Ps. Gil and Harry scream-said “hi”-

Harriet snorted at the last bit and folded the letter back up and gave it back to Dizzy “ey Dizzy” the younger vk looked up at her with wide eyes, Celia peeking over her shoulder “who would you rather be your guardian, Cinderella, FG, or that Anita chick?” Dizzy looked off for a moment then shrugged.

“um, I don’t know?...I guess which everyone Evie picks out is okay?” Dizzy gave a slightly uncomfortable grin before jumping as Harriet's crew started to return and lug the last of the new supplies abord. “oh, um, I have to go, bye!” Before she could leave, Harriet grabbed Dizzy’s shoulder and grabbed the envelope from her, taking out one of the blank papers then letting the vk go on her way. Dizzy and Celia turned on their heels and raced off the ship, Dizzy’s letter from Evie clenched tightly in her hand.

Harriet hummed to herself and lifted the papers again, looking at the notes next to the guardian applicants that (y/n) had put.

She made eye contact with Xiaohui and nodded at her, the girl nodding back and taking command of the ship as Harriet moved to go into the captain's quarters. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as Xiaohui took command, he might have been the first mate but he was horrible at being in control of things.

Harriet sat down at her creaky old cherrywood desk, grabbed a pen, and started to write.

“im still surprised that we actually got more people signing up to be guardians for the vks” you chuckled setting down the copy of Dizzy’s file and leaning back on Bens desk “I mean, almost all of them are repeats for the first round but my point still stands” Ben smiled and nodded.

“yeah, something about since the first round went well enough that people are not as averse to being guardians for the vks” Ben signed off a paper with a flourish of his wrist and set it aside. “though we might have to figure out something else as we go along, I don’t think there are enough adults in Auradon to claim every single kid on the isle, even if one person can claim two kids”

You sighed and nodded, rubbing the side of your head slightly “yeah, and at some point, we need to figure out another way to transfer kids off safely without having to go through the whole ‘guardian’ thing, because eventually, we will run out of guardians”

Gil, who had joined you and Ben for today's ‘vk shit’ meeting, looked up from his bowl of grapes “oh this reminds me of when Harry and I went to the animal shelter with Carlos, and-and um, there was a bunch of rooms for the cats n dogs n stuff and Carlos asked something about chips and the lady said that as long as the worker was licensed, they could claim the animal” he looked back down at his snack as you and Ben looked at him with wide eyes “what?”

“that-that was the weirdest thing you have ever said” you laughed, shaking your head a bit and crossing your legs at the ankles. Ben smiled at the blonde-haired vk and turned back to his papers, then popped his head back up with sparkling eyes and a wide grin.

“THAT’S IT!” you and Gil jumped slightly at his suddenly loud voice. Ben stood and pointed at Gil “Gil that is brilliant!”

You and Gil looked to each other then back at Ben “Ben please tell me you didn’t get an idea from Gil's weird rambling?” you laughed, leaning back a bit as Ben's grinning face turned to you. “you did….what is it then?”

“A shelter for vks!!!” Ben exclaimed, bouncing on his heels as he moved away from his desk and towards a large blue painted filing cabinet to the left of his desk. “here in Auradon! And I have just the place for it!!! And-and we can start an organization just for people to be guardians for vks! And we can figure out a system to have one person be responsible for multiple kids so we’ll never run out of them!” he rushed back to his desk and threw a set of building blueprints along with the deeds to the building.

You looked over the papers, raising your brows as you realized you were looking at a large castle that was written in Bens name “that…doesn’t sound like a bad idea?” you laughed, picking up the blueprints as Gil pawed at the deed. “in my world there's a thing called orphanages or foster systems, they kinda suck but usually there is one or two people in charge or responsible for sometimes over twenty kids, so this could work for our vks if we do it correctly and get good people” Ben grinned and nodded, grabbing the paper from you and shaking it in his hands.

“and-and! This castle, which was my parents, is in my name! I can do whatever I want with it! Let's turn it into the shelter! It's near the ocean too so these kids can see the real ocean every day and go swimming or build sandcastles whenever they want!!! And-and during the summer! Or warm days! I can hire people to take the kids on boat rids or-or!” you laughed and set your hands on Ben’s shoulders, calming him down a bit.

“Ben! Amazing ideas, love them, let's take it one step at a time, first we get Harriet and the others off” you gestured to the stack of papers for the six vks that held their information “then we start working on the shelter and the guardian organization, not baby steps, just one step at a time” Ben took a deep breath and nodded, the grin still wide on his face

“then let's finish up! All that’s left is choosing their guardians! Then we can send the limo next week!!!” he set down the castle blueprints and picked up two of the vk folders, handing you and Gil the last three “we got no time to lose!”

Celia slyly glanced up from her cards as Dizzy danced around her grandmother's hair salon, her aunt and mother busy working on some client's hair as Dizzy swept up the fallen locks. “now Diz” Anastasia, Dizzy’s aunt started to speak, the young vk immediately stopping in her little chore and looking to her “remember, while there will be people there that will accept you with open arms there will inevitably be people that will be out to hurt you” Dizzy’s shoulders dropped at the reminder and slowly nodded “that doesn’t mean we don’t want you going, it just means that even in Auradon it's not a fully safe space, there will always be assholes in every place” the clients ignored the surprisingly supportive talk from Anastasia and looked down at their torn magazines.

Dizzy sighed and nodded again “I understand” Dizzy smiled, starting on her chores again, though with less energy than she had a moment before. Celia looked away from Dizzy and shuffled her cards, laying them out on the table in front of her and closing her eyes, focusing her energy on Dizzy and hovering her hand over the cards.

In her mind's eye, three cards seemed to glow. She quickly picked them out and flipped them over to show their art. Celia opened her eyes, and looked at the first card, which symbolized Dizzy’s past.

The reversed fool. Celia furrowed her brows; Dizzy had been taken advantage of? When? Then again, Celia hummed looking to the next card, this was the isle, being taken advantage of was a daily thing, especially for someone like Dizzy who sometimes could be a bit airheaded.

The next card, which symbolized Dizzy’s present, was the upright chariot. Dizzy was heading in the right direction then huh? She was going to Auradon soon after all. Celia looked to the last card, which symbolized Dizzy’s future.

The upright sun. Celia nodded again, Dizzy’s adventures in Auradon would be successful then, all the more reason to see if she could stay on Dizzy’s good side even after she left for Auradon so that maybe one day Celia could have that success as well.

“watcha doin?” Dizzy asked suddenly, peeking over Celia’s shoulder as the younger VK jumped and threw herself over her cards. Celia looked back at Dizzy with a pout.

“if you have to know” Celia sighed, pushing off the table and gesturing to the now strewn about cards. “I was reading your fortune, I got curious” Dizzy hummed at that and kneeled next to Celia slightly, looking at the cards that were still facing up.

“what do they mean?” Dizzy asked, picking up the upright chariot and tilting it in her hands.

“just stuff from your past, present, and future. Your past is not the best, your present is going in the right direction, and your future is bright, that’s basically what those say” Celia held out her hand, Dizzy setting the card and a few coins in her hand “uh-“ Dizzy grinned.

“well you did read my fortune, and I remember you said you never read without a payment!” Celia stared at Dizzy as the girl skipped over to her chalkboard with all her chores on it and checked off the sweeping chore. Then she started cleaning the windows, picking up a rag and a spray bottle with a blue liquid chemical in it.

Celia watched for a moment before looking at Dizzy’s aunt and mother, who finished up with their last clients and sent them along, getting their payment and reminding Dizzy to close up properly as they went upstairs to the family's apartment.

“Hey, Diz” Celia started, fixing up her cards and putting them into her hip cardholder. The older vk hummed and turned to look at Celia “you…you aren’t gonna forget me once you get to Auradon…will you?” Celia, while her original intentions with Dizzy were ill-intentioned and she just wanted to get a leg up on a future in Auradon by being friends with the vk that had connections already, but Dizzy was just that kinda person you couldn’t be fake around, and Celia had come to genuinely care for her.

Dizzy’s face bloomed into a bright smile that could blind the sun and she set down her rag and bottle, skipping over to Celia and hugging her tightly. Celia froze at the sign of affection and moved to push Dizzy off but stopped herself as Dizzy pulled back and shook her head “of course not! Once I get to Auradon I’ll make sure you’ll be the next one off, just after me! I would never leave you here willingly.” Celia felt her nose and eyes burn and she quickly twisted around, wiping her face as Dizzy giggled.

“sap” Celia chuckled, letting out a small breath as Dizzy slammed into her and wrapped her arms around Celia, shaking them around a bit “hey hey come on” Dizzy giggled again and released the young shadow witch, skipping back over to the rag and bottle and resuming her chores.

Celia let a smile grow on her face as she bopped her head to the song Dizzy started to hum as she took out her pocket watch and checked the time. “oh shit it's late, I got errands to do, bye dizzy!” Celia grabbed her bag and bolted out the salon door, rushing towards the market to grab a couple of things for her “boss”

Well, less boss and more someone who just hired her to grab stuff for him because he was a hermit and didn’t like going outside his little underground hidey-hole.

Celia skidded to a stop as she spotted the short ombre blue hair of Hadie, the son of Hades. Aka the son of her “boss”. Hadie was a tall, oddly buff, blue ombre haired, punk-styled villain kid, the oldest on the isle at that at, being born before Hades had been shipped off to the isle.

“hey,” she muttered, reaching around him and grabbing a couple of peaches, that were not bruised thanks to the fresh shipments that were coming as of late, from in front of the much larger vk. Hadie glanced down at her and opened his messenger bag, allowing Celia to dump the fruit into it. “what’ca here for?”

“stuff” Hadie simply replied in his usual dry tone, following Celia as she started to travel the merchant stands, grabbing what Hades had requested from her and letting her dumb the items into his messenger bag.

One of the merchants, which Celia had stolen from before on her own time, sneered at her, flinching back as the spotted Hadie just behind her just staring at him. The merchant looked away as Celia took two cans of corn and dumped them into Hadie’s bag, skipping away with the older vk following her.

“why does he let her do that?” one of the market keeps whispered to their friend, who shrugged and looked back down at her stock of oranges.

“dunno, but it keeps the creeps off of her and keeps a fight from breaking out so who am I to care?” Hadie glanced at them but kept pace behind Celia, scrunching his nose slightly as one of the merchants leered towards Celia, the merchant reeling back as Hadie flashed his pocket knife.

Celia smirked to herself knowing that Hadie was subtly protecting her as she picked up things for his dad, and with a snatch of some packs of water, she was done for the day. “come on!” she yelled back towards Hadie, who grabbed a small pack of blueberries and followed after her, digging his key to the opening of the mineshafts that lead to his dad's lair out of his pocket. Celia bounced on her heels as Hadie opened the gate and followed him inside.

The two foregoed the bicycle contraption and just walked down the length of the tunnel that lead to the main area, Hadie taking one of the water packs from Celia and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

He ignored the echoing bark that blasted in his ear as he passed by a speaker that his dad made him set up a couple of years ago to keep trespassers out. He and Celia finally made it to the main living area and Celia skipped down the wooden steps, setting one of the water packs on the large metal table in the next room.

Hades looked away from the fading tv and raised his brow as Hadie let Celia snatch the bag from around his neck and take out the items she had taken from the market. “you get everything kids?” Hades teased, standing and walking over to the vks, ruffling his son's hair and laughing a bit as the just shorter Hadie smacked his hand away. “yep” Celia nodded, turning and holding out her hand to Hades, who dug into his jacket, pulled out a small red velvet pouch, and dropped it into her hand, Celia tugged it open as Hadie reached around her to grab a small peach and moved to plop into his dad's makeshift minecart seat. Celia nodded five rubies and several silver coins. “pleasure making business with cha’” Celia held out her hand, grinning as Hades gave it an exaggerated shake and skipped out of the lair, leaving the two gods behind.

She skipped all the way back to the hair salon and moved into the alleyway just next to Hades restaurant. Celia knocked a specific rhythm on the spray-painted door with the words ‘Pa Deranje’ on them. As it slid open Celia slipped through and ran into the quiet arcade her dad manned when school was out for the summer.

“Daddy~!” Celia cheered, running towards her father as he spotted her and held out his hands to lift her up and around.

“Cher~!” he called back, setting her back on her feet and wrapping his arms around her shoulder “so how was the hussle tonight?”

Celia grinned and held up the red velvet bag, her father grinning and holding out his hand. Celia dropped it into his palm and sat down at his fortune reading table, gasping happily at the steaming bowl of food that was resting in front of her.

Her father gestured for her to eat as he dug into the bag, nodding to himself as he saw the inside. He took out the silver coins and set them in front of Celia, stashing the rubies away for safekeeping as they were a higher currency on the isle.

“mmmhmm!” Celia hummed happily around her food, kicking her legs as she took another full bite of the soup-like meal. “what is this?!”

“good ol’ Gumbo my dear” Facilier took a seat in front of her and dug into his own bowl of Gumbo. “found all I needed to make it with at the market, thanks to those shipments” Facilier laughed at his daughter as she eagerly downed the gumbo, reaching out slightly to slow her “now slow down there cher, it’s a bit strong” Celia glanced at him and obeyed, setting the bowl back down and swallowing her current mouthful of food. “now after this you head straight to bed, it’s almost nine am and you’ve been up since eight yesterday” Celia went to object but stopped as her father gave her a look.

“fine” she pouted, smiling behind her bowl as he nodded and reached out to tweak her ear.

The two finished their “dinner” in comfortable silence, Celia finished first and stood from the table, giving her dad a quick kiss and hug before running up to the apartment where she and her dad stayed.

Facilier sighed and took the two empty bowls and followed Celia up the apartment, counting down from 5 and nodding as the telltale sign of Celia’s room door closing sounded just as he reached 0.

While the isle was just a bit better nowadays, thanks to the program that Hooks sons girl had started, he still hoped one day his little girl would be in Auradon one day and never have to worry about where her next meal would come from.

“one day cher” Facilier whispered to himself, setting his top hat on the hat rack and moving to his room “one day you’ll get your cut.”

-end of part 2-

here it is! part 2!!! hope yall liked it, and yes, Dr.Facilier is a good dad, i liked that in the OG D3 so thats what i kept, Hades is kinda an asshole but Hadie is Persephone's kid he’s gonna love and tease the young punk looking god to death, Dizzy's aunt is kinda nice, grandma still ain't but Anastasia was redeemed twice in the Cinderella sequels. anyway yeah tell me what u think and i hoped yall liked! part 3 next Saturday!

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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A Favour - Part 2

A/N: Written for CJ’s Twisted Valentine’s Challenge. @buckeverlasting this is a long one. Apologies for the delay. Not my gif!

Part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Cursing, angst, some faux fluff.

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The empty training room was filled with grunts and angry kicks and punches at 4:00 am on Sunday morning as your sleep deprived self and the need to blow off steam had led you to your trusty punching bag.

“Why do I do this to myself?” You muttered under your breath, finding yourself on the train of thoughts that had brought you here and in first place & rethink your deal agreement. Your knuckles were sore, body covered in sweat but the anger still simmered beneath the surface as you prepared yourself mentally for that dreaded brunch which you were supposed to leave for in six hours.

“Trouble sleeping?” A familiar voice called out from the door, your head snapped towards the source and found Steve Rogers leaning against the wall, arms folded, regarding you as a source of amusement.

“Something like that.”

“We can go for a run if you want. Or you have plans of punching the sand out of that bag?”

He nodded towards it with a small smile before you stepped back and began unwrapping your gloves. You wondered why he was awake at this hour, it wasn’t uncommon to find Cap running along the compound perimeter as the horizon lightened, but this was way too early, even for him.

“I think I’ve had enough. I’ll leave the destruction of punching bags to you.”

Steve chuckled, remembering the number of times he’d been too aggressive with his training, and the times you had found him in a pensive mood, revisiting his past, sometimes regretting it before your words of encouragement and your listening ear made him feel better.

As you walked past him with your gym bag, he stepped in your way as you had expected. Steve wouldn’t let you be if he knew there was something bothering you.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?”

“Of course. I’ll see you later.” Giving your best faux smile, you headed upstairs.

I can do this. I’ve had years of practice. I’ve got this.

Murmuring this over and over under your breath as you got dressed for brunch, you faced the mirror for the hundredth time and back stared a girl who’d been clobbered more than once yet had never gave up, a hopeless romantic who still believed in miracles, that one day all the unspoken love for one man would be reciprocated.

The man who wanted you to help him avoid losing face at a social gathering hosted by his ex. A pretend date, some rehearsed terms of endearment to call one another in public & nothing more.

As your thoughts took that painful turn, tears began gathering in your eyes clouding your vision as you heard a knock on your door.

Time to put on a mask.

“(Y/N) you ready?” Steve called from the other side while you dealt with your watery eyes situation before opening the door.

“Alright let’s do this.” You grinned brightly, eyes expectantly searching for a compliment as Steve stared at you, mouth hanging open just a little bit.

“Wow you look fantastic. I—I mean beautiful. As always.” He breathed, cheeks turning pink as he struggled, shifting weight back and forth on his feet as your heart soared & smile widened.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Cap.”

Steve offered you his arm which you gladly took before closing the bedroom door behind you and passed some of your Avenger friends who all had one similar perplexed look except for Natasha who knew the whole ordeal and just gave you her best compassionate smile.

Sharon’s house was bigger than you’d expected, a familial neighbourhood, buzzing with light chatter and catered food and drinks being passed around by smartly dressed waiters, definitely remote from your taste and style.

“We should probably hold hands.”

You whispered, elbowing Steve who was busy searching for the host in the sea of people gathered in the space. He nodded and laced his fingers with yours, pulling you to his side as he smiled down at you warmly making your heart flutter without consent.

Soon enough you saw Sharon making a beeline for Steve, her smile vanishing slowly as her eyes landed on you.

“Steve you made it!” she exclaimed giving him a swift hug and kiss on his cheek before facing you expecting an introduction. You were preoccupied by the way he’d let your hand go to greet her, making the rational side in your brain scold your sentimental one.

“Sharon this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I think you’ve met her in HQ before. We’re dating.” Steve beamed down at you after grabbing your hand once more, surprisingly convincing as Sharon flashed you a faux smile. Similar to the one you were putting on ever since you’d arrived here.

“Wow. That’s some development isn’t it? Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“You too. Steve’s told me a lot about you.” you shook her hand firmly, not lying about the last part. Sharon Carter was all Steve spoke about after she’d helped them find his best friend Bucky some years back.

Someone called her name and she excused herself, leaving the two of you to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

You found yourself in a secluded spot out in the backyard after brunch and interacting with a hundred people repeating the same well-versed story about dating the great Captain America. You played your part well and so did he, considering he felt absolutely nothing and you the complete opposite. There was no reason for people to believe you weren’t a couple, except for Sharon who kept eyeing the two of you every now and then.

Blaming your own stupid self for getting into this whole ordeal in the first place, you were glad there was alcohol being served at this party to drown your sorrows in. Watching every happy couple so in love and interact with them was harder than you’d expected.

Steve hadn’t noticed your absence, at least not for a while as he animatedly chatted with Sharon and some of her colleagues about something you didn’t care for.

You closed your eyes took a deep breath after gulping down your third glass of wine that afternoon when Steve decided to find you.

“I sneaked two donuts from the desserts bar.”

He revealed two chocolate covered donuts from behind his back, offering you one after you chuckled in response.

“That went well…I think.”

“Sure.”

“You alright?”

When you didn’t answer, he came closer and stepped in front of you, urging you to look at him by placing a hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing your skin in circles.

“No Steve, I’m not okay.”

Looking him in the eye was a mistake, his baby blues were full of concern making you feel worse than you already were. You were determined to speak your heart out at this point, regardless of the outcome.

“I haven’t been okay for a while. This was a huge mistake, I never should’ve agreed to be your date. Not when I’m in love with you.”

“You’re…you’re in love with me?”

“You’re really blind aren’t you? You’ve known me for years and yet you didn’t notice my cancelling plans to tend to your needs. You never saw my demeanor change whenever you’ve brought up her name in a conversation because you were too fucking busy plotting this in hopes of winning her over!”

“That’s not true—”

“I’m not finished!”

His eyes reflected guilt and shame more than concern before he cast them downward, not able to face your furious outburst as tears blurred your vision and your voice cracked.

“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about going on a real date with you? God I feel so stupid right now. I waited for you to make the first move. I waited for months Steve!”

“Nat kept saying you were working up the courage to ask me out. She was stupid, I was stupid. All of this is-is so fucking stupid!”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you paced back and forth on the porch making no attempts of wiping them away, glad that there wasn’t another soul to witness this drama unfold.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. And that’s what sucks. I think I’m gonna leave.”

Making yourself presentable, you placed the glass you were clutching on the steps before leaving Steve alone on the porch. He caught up while you reached for the front door, turning a few heads your way.

“(Y/N) wait! Let me drive you home at least.”

“I can manage.”

“Please?”

His eyes were helpless, sad. You knew arguing with him was pointless, he never failed to get you home safe. You could never really say no to that face.

“Okay.”

“How can I make you feel better (Y/N)?”

“Ice-cream?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers imagine #captain america angst #captain america x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you

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uncrownedmox · 3 years

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Dirty Secret

The Rigmarole: Mention of sexual contact / descriptive- dirty language. Swearing. Mox being a dominant cocky asshole. Sexual shenanigans (oral, male/female giving, toy play, alpha status) 18+ only.

Pairing. Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley x OC

Rating. MC

Summary: When she looked at him she knew she was complete. She was HOME. They laughed and spent all their free time together. She wasn't surprised by the rumors, hurt yes but surprised no.

But he said not to worry, in the wrestling world, everything becomes a storyline sooner or later. That was fine with her. Sooner or later everyone will know who she is- the only thing she didn't plan on was the Shield. Or how looking at HIM made her into someone new, someone larger than life. She thought she was complete before? That she was home? Now..she knows better.

But now Evolution is back.. and that sledgehammer feels so heavy in her small hands.

(Actually, matches and timelines WON'T match up to this story. )

January 2013

Looking around she wasn’t sure where to go or who to speak to. The busy buzz of backstage was intimidating at best and people seemed only to be concerned in their own little bubble. Moving to the side as a fast-moving cart of clothing came flying by Catherine Jane Parks sighed and continued down the hallway.

Her long platinum hair was tied back into a loose braid and she had loose strands framing her face. Her light honey-colored eyes darting left and right until she came across a blonde woman standing around the round looking over a sheet of paper.

“Excuse me, Miss.” Keeping her voice light and hoping her confusion wasn’t too evident.

Watching as dark brown shot up to her and saw the surprise as the other woman took in her jeans and Nike hoodie. Smiling in what she hoped was a friendly matter CJ pushed forward.

“I was wondering if you could tell me where to find.” Pausing for a moment she had to remember what exactly to him.

Their relationship was so new and fragile that they had dared put a label on it. Digging out her phone from her back pocket she scrolled through some text messages and nodded silently when she came upon it. Looking back up at the blonde she smiles big.

“Hunter?”

She saw the blonde’s eyes go wide and dart from left to right then swallow hard. Then after a stale moment, she nods and chokes out softly as she points down the hallway. Licking her lips as she starts to speak and rolls the paper she had been looking at up in her hands.

“Down that hallway, take a left, third door on your right. Knock right- always knock first.”

Then she taps the rolled-up paper against her head as if she was reminding herself to do so. Nodding as she turned down the hallway CJ thanked her and made her way with the directions she was given. Coming up on the door she leaned her head against it for a moment. This would be only the second time they have met, and it took her breath away.

Knocking as she got herself back under control, hearing his rough voice call out in a biting command.

“Come.”

Smiling as she pushed the door open and slipped inside. He was sitting at a desk, in a dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were focused on a piece of paper, but twitching to look at a laptop screen that was set up to his right. CJ simply leaned against the door and watched him for a few seconds.

Then his eyes flicker to her, a ghost of a smile graces his lips and gentles ask. “How was your flight?”

Kicking herself off the door and moving closer she settles into the plush chair that is across from his desk. Their eyes haven’t strayed from one another, they are both smiling like idiots now. There is so much to say and to do now that she is here, here with him.

“Good, I have never flown before so it was something else.”

She sees the surprise in his dark eyes, the hurt as well but she dismissed it. She doesn’t want regret or hurt between them. Reaching to lay a hand on top of his she squeezes lightly, hoping he understands. Smiling a little when a light shines in his dark eyes. Suddenly there is another knock on the door. Withdrawing her hand she sits back in the chair, almost ashamed. Smiling a little when he whispers out an apology and then bellows out.

“Come.”

Turning cause she is curious about his life and his business because she wants to be a part of everything that is him. She blinks in surprise as three rather large men come walking in, Hunter sighs and picks up the paper he had been looking at when she had came in.

“Joe, Colby, Jon, good good.” His eyes dart to her and she realizes that maybe she has overstayed her welcome?

Hitching her thumb towards the door in silent question and wanting to squeal in delight when Hunter shakes his head. She simply nods and tries to melt more into the chair. Hunter sighs and shakes the piece of paper at the three men.

“Care to tell me what this was about?”

Glancing back when she heard a deep sigh followed by a grunt. She saw the man in the middle close his eyes and rub at his temples, the man to his right just stared ahead, but the man on the left looked right at Hunter and muttered softly.

“Poor timing or self-defense?”

He said it so innocently CJ was almost convinced until she saw the glint of his hard blue eyes. The small kick of a smile on his lips, then a lock of his hair fell into those devilish eyes and CJ knew what he was. He was pure trouble. Moving without thinking about she made her way to stand by Hunter’s side. Not trusting Mr. Blue Eyes for a minute.

She was aware her movement had all four men looking at her in question. Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced down to see the paper Hunter was waving around at the three men in front of him.

A police report

Snorting softly, it would seem as Mr. Blue Eyes was a little troublemaker. Feeling his hard blue eyes on her she moved closer to Hunter, and keep on reading the report only stopping when Hunter spoke again.

“How do you claim self-defense, Good? She was an undercover cop.”

Mr. Blue Eyes, aka Good which she found hilarious because she only see him being good at being bad.

“Fine Entrapment then, fuck boss-man the things she said she could do with her pus.”

Eyes wide, mouth going dry. Watching as the guy in the middle slapped Mr. Blue Eyes in the chest and the other man grunted. Hunter raising out of his chair, a snarl on his lips.

“You watch your fucking mouth, Good. There is a Lady present.”

Mr. Blue Eyes blinks at Hunter then at her, all the while rubbing his chest. When goes to open his mouth Hunter snaps out.

“You all three are fined ten thousand dollars each, consider it a welcome to the big leagues.”

When Mr. Blue Eyes flares in either anger or disgust Hunter adds.

“The next time it will be fifty thousand and a suspension. I don’t give a fuck hot the Shield is right now. You will learn to play by my rules and understand that this is not the fucking indies- you understand me, Mox?”

Putting a hand on Hunter’s foreman she wasn’t sure if this was a normal business day for him or not but he seemed so invested in what was happening. That it got her blood pumping, when he cast her a look. She smiled big for him. When he shoots the three men another glance she can tell he is calmer.

“I know you’re still adjusting, especially you Jon. I told you once, listen to Joe okay. He may have the least amount of experience in the ring as you and Colby but damn it man you all can learn shit from one another.”

Nodding in satisfaction she beamed at him, letting go of his foreman she knew from her own background that wasn’t always peaches and cream.

“It’s all about being a team. Learning each other's weaknesses and strengths. It’s not always easy to let someone in or let pick at the scabs you have.”

All four men were looking at her again, blushing. She shrugged and picked up a pen from Hunter’s desk, and clicked a few times.

“Colton words, not mine.”

Mr. Blue Eyes asks and she can hear the amusement in his voice. Making air quotes with her fingers she murmured.

“My dad, ex-bad boy player extraordinaire.”

Mr. Blue Eyes actually laughs at her then sticks his hands into his jean pockets.

“Darlin you don’t know bad boy until you know me.”

Now she is laughing, so much so that she has to hang onto Hunter’s chair so she doesn’t fall.

“You a bad boy? Please!”

She totally misses the hardness that enters his blue eyes as he takes a step forward, the middle man jerks him back and grunts out.

“Leave her alone man, she is just a little girl.”

Snorting as Hunter opens his mouth but she adds.

“I and a group of my friends met Colton at Peru’s. He had just bent my mother over in the bathroom for fifteen minutes after a fight, didn’t know who in the hell I was so after some angry sex and seeing my mom talk to me he thought it would be cool to try to get with me in the same bathroom.”

Hunter is snarling and has her in his arms in a flash. She is laughing cause she thinks it’s so damn funny now. Mr. Blue Eyes is smirking saucy.

“He didn’t piece it together for a while and for a while I let him play the charmer. You, can’t outdo Colton Messer, my friend. No matter what you say or do.”

The third man finally speaks up in a low smooth voice.

“The Colton Messer?”

Nodding she laughs as he flinches and glances at his friend then sighs. He mumbles a second later.

“Yeah, Uce give over. If half that shit is true- not even Mox is as bad as he is.”

Nodding as she shyly snuggles deeper into Hunter’s embrace she watches blue eyes blink then narrow. He licks his lips then after a moment he shrugs, turns to face Hunter again.

“Okay fine, you tightened the leash on your new puppy. Can we go?”

Hunter only grunts, his hand is in her hair, his lips on her forehead and she finally knows what it’s like to be home.

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Watching him across the room she can help the smile that graces her lips. Seeing him in this element is breathtaking, his wife Stephine stands beside him but she could care less about that. The woman doesn’t seem to care for CJ, and that’s just fine. Hunter keeps them separated most of the time, except when they are at shows.

WWE shows

At twenty-four CJ never thought she would be working for such a company. Currently, she is working with Mr. Maddox who is a pure gentleman and a delight. She has caught on quickly that the wrestling world isn’t like the outside world, or even the racing world. Colton was always trying to sucker into working for him after graduating from college this spring. Hunter had put his foot down and told her absolutely not.

Glancing at him again she couldn’t help but be proud. She was aware of the rumors backstage, Hunter and she hadn’t gone public with their relationship. Hunter was trying to give his wife as much as needed to adjust to having CJ around and in her face. But the rumors were there already.

They simply chose not to acknowledge them because in Hunter’s words.

I am sorry CJ, like it or not. I know Steph- you’ll be a storyline before long.

Then the nature of their relationship will come to light, some would doubt it she was sure of that. But Hunter promised to take care of things. And so far he had upheld all his promises to her.

Like never having to see Chase Beckett again.

Frowning at the thought of the man that almost ruined her life she blushed when Hunter suddenly met her gaze. His dark eyes weren’t soft and playful like they normally were but hard and cold. She had gotten used to seeing that look for the cameras for TV. Watching as he brought his cell phone up to his face she watched in slight concern as after a moment he hung up and looked away from her. His attention back on whatever his wife was talking about.

“That was strange.”

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, jumping slightly when a warm hand comes to rest on her right shoulder. Turning she comes face to face with one Dean Ambrose, whom she first met in Hunter’s office three weeks ago as Mr. Blue Eyes. Of course, she knows Dean is just his character’s name and his real name is Jon. But she still gets confused sometimes on what to call these guys.

“Mr.”

He doesn’t let her finish instead he gently takes her elbow in hand and starts to lead her out. They were at some charity event and blinked as his two friends flanked him as they near the door.

“No fuss and no noise sweetheart. Hunters command.”

The phone call

“But why?”

The question is out of her mouth before she realizes it, the man gliding her only grunts but when a reporter at the entrance calls out.

“Chase, can we get a word?”

Stiffing she tries to melt into three larger men, she hides the best she can. Once they make it out, pass the entrance and into a SUV she reaches in her purse and digs out her phone and hits a speed dial number.

“Yes?”

His voice is gruff and hard, but she can hear the concern under it. It makes her want to weep.

“Thank you.”

There is a pause then in a year of their relationship she finally whispers.

“Thank you so much and I love you.”

He sucks in a breath, and she starts to openly cry. His words are light and his voice is gentle.

“I love you too, CJ. Since the day I met you.”

She hears him hang up and she can’t stop crying because even with the hurdle of telling Hunter she loves him she feels so very much alone. A strong arm comes around her shoulders and she doesn’t even blink; she just turns into him and balls her eyes out.

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May 2013

To say he has gotten used to being a WWE superstar is understatement. But he has watched and listened. After the fiasco in January, Joe had put the hammer down to their partying and he had cleaned up his act. Not that he was super bad to begin with.

Jonathan Good was a good man, or that’s what Colby and Joe says. Joe’s old lady swears by it too.

If you wasn’t I wouldn’t trust you with my daughter, you asinine.

Chuckling at the memory as he warmed up, they were coming off Mania season and anything could happen. He had no clue if the Shield’s thing with Sheamus, Big Show, and Randy Orton was completely done or not. Then inside of his brain snarls and pokes at him. He wouldn’t tell a soul about this- about how bad he is hurting because being handed a scripted for every promo kills him.

The snarling and poking inside of him, he knows is from his creative side. It’s a side that has mashed into his old Mox character and the fucker is still breathing and living deep in his soul.

But he is trying to cut it out, slowly and carefully. And, it feels like, with a dull ass spoon. Certain things don't help, either. Namely the little young number that is currently his boss' side piece.

Since that back in January he has kept a loose eye on her. CJ Parks even landed herself a job as a personal assistant to Greg Maddox. That he mused, was an injustice, all by itself. But who was he to say otherwise, one of the perks of fucking the boss man he supposed.

Looking over at Joe he put it out there.

“A what-if for you.”

It’s a game they play, Joe was quick to catch on it helped with his mental state at times. So six month into their run, having become closer, the bigger man only grunts as he sits down and slips on his boots.

“If you were the princess. Wouldn’t it piss you the high off that your hubby was keeping his younger side piece in your face all the damn time.”

After all he mused Hunter had called him and his boys from their charity interview a while back to pull his babygirl out of the whole event for some odd reason. Colby butts in with.

“Maybe it’s an open arrangement?”

Looking at Joe specifically he asked more heatedly.

“But I mean, the age- wouldn’t it be like robbing the cradle or something?”

Joe chokes on thin air and shakes his head, Jon can see the smile he is sporting though. The is a knock on the door and when whoever doesn’t wait for an all clear it speaks volumes. Watching as Hunter himself slips into the locker room, Jon plops down and reaches for the tape out of his bag. It doesn’t take Hunter long to get to the point.

“Tonight you boys will seek out Maddox for a new challenge. However he will get wind of it, and high tail it out of here. That leaves you dealing with his assistant.”

Sighing softly so this was why the personal face to face. Hunter wanted to make sure they treated his side piece with kid gloves. Fair enough, he supposed, they could-

“Ambrose I want you to go full throttle on her.”

Blinking in total surprise and a little shock, he nodded.

“Sure I can- WAIT. What?”

Joe snickers at him and Colby clunks down beside him in a hurry. Hunter only grunts then raises a hand and rubs it over his domed head.

“If you can get her to shed some tears even better. Dip into Mox if you have too but keep it PG. Cause this where things are going to get interesting boys, seems like Dave is coming back. And well since Randy is still wanting some of you boys.”

Colby is leaning forward like a kid on Christman morning. His eyes are lit up and sparkling up but Jon can’t seem to care because he can’t seem to wrap his mind around Hunter wanting him to cut a promo on his side piece. And not just any promo. Suddenly Hunter's words break through his thoughts.

“That’s right Evolution will be reborn next week.”

Shaking his head he drops his tape and snaps out.

“Hunter are you sure, you want me to cut a promo on your girl? I mean..?”

Hunter gives him a hard look then stands, looks at his watch and nods. Moves towards the door, all without looking back at him.

“You have one hour Jon. And three takes to get it done. Don’t disappoint me Jon.”

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The Shield finds Maddox's assistant in their joint office, her pretty long platinum hair is twisted into a messy bun that has chopstick sticking out of it. Her eyes look so fucking delicious behind a pair of reading glasses. She is on her cell phone, her eyes go wide and big when she sees them.

Dean gives her credit for standing when they file into the office room. He barks out.

“Where is Maddox?”

She physically flinches and replies to whoever is on the phone.

“Mr. Hemsley one moment if you please.”

An errant “Jon” thought crosses his mind.

Do you call him that behind closed doors baby?

Dean quickly pushes it away, there is no time or space for Jonathan Good or Jon Moxley in the here or now. This, THIS right now belongs to him- belonged to Dean Ambrose. He won’t screw it up again. Never again.

“Gentlemen how may I assist you tonight?”

The Mox in him howls and begs at his control, they had rehearsed the promo earlier. It had taken all three tries to get, he not happy with the first- she the second. And now here was another damn character in his head wanting to detail the whole damn thing. With something that clearly wasn’t PG. That clearly would get him fired.

“Little girl, you can’t assist me with what I want.”

And there it was. Jesus Fucking Christ. Not only did he see the surprise in her honey colored eyes but he FELT the surprise in his teammates. Shifting the US Championship belt on his shoulder he grinded his teeth together, how in the fuck to save this?

“What you can give me, and my boys, what we want!”

Okay that was a little better, at least it was getting them back on track. Then to his horror he saw something flash in those shiny golden eyes, saw her lips form in o pout and the tilt of her head as she looked him dead in the eye and leaned forward.

“Nope!”

His mind blanked.

Time stilled.

When it picked back up and he reacted it wasn’t Dean Ambrose that snarled back, almost happily.

“I was hoping you would say that, doll.”

As quick as lightning his hand shot out, tangled itself, her messy bun hair do and brought her smashing up against his body and her lips up against his.

Jonathan Good knew as the cameraman called out that they were all clear that he was good as fucked. The question was, did he care?

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oroblio · 3 years

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hi internet

i know there's a very small percentage of likelihood that anyone will see this, but that's kind of the point. today i've been reminded again of the amount of performativism we all, as young users of the internet, partake in. this has prompted me to trust some of my protective instincts and delete most social media, but, at the same time, it has made me want to act on this performativism the most, so here i am, acting on it, ignoring the signals of "omfg dont do this" that the rational part of my brain is sending and just make a giant fucking public journal entry of my thoughts in the moment.

i watched cj the x's most recent video on bo burnham, it was honestly really emotionally draining (2h30 of talking about how social media is infiltrating the minds of young people and modifying their responses and behaviors will do that i guess). i'm generally a pretty internet oriented person, i've been on here since i was a tiny child, and my view of it is not exactly great morally, i think social media might just be the worst medium by which humans have ever expressed emotion. its all for profit. we know this. platforms aren't really made for us they're made for others to profit off of our attention. i've been conscious of that for a bit. that's why earlier this year i changed all my methods of internet usage to exclude google.

people asked me why i did it, and my usual response is smt about privacy or the like, but every single person i've met and talked to about it seemed to think that was kind of weird :"what privacy do you want exactly? do you have something to hide ? is there a reason for us to do this when ads being targeted to us are made to improve our life"(yes that was a real line quite a few people told me) and i had no response to that other than "it creeps me out to think somebody else has that much info on me, info i don't even know myself". i think i have a better answer now though

i don't want my life to be a commodity

i don't want my life to be something to be sold to the highest bidder

i know it doesn't have that much value, but i feel like caving in to all the small things collected about you over the years you've been online is a bit of an affront to your dignity

you are human

your life, relationships, experiences and emotions deserve respect

its not a question of law its a question of making profit on the back of somebody that doesn't even know where that profit might come from

whenever i think about my internet usage i feel soulless

i honestly don't quite know where that comes from

i just want to be able to exist, online and offline without feeling the existential dread that comes with not being performative

i don't post, but i do narrate everything i do in my head like i am

i don't interact online, but i know that any algorithm can figure out what i'd like to see next and i feel almost violated

i don't trust this perpetual sense of danger, i guess, that comes with existing online

i've met so many incredible people through it

i've discovered so many interests, learned so many new things

why does that have to be monetized, used, why do i have to live my life without using social media or interacting with anyone who does to relieve this sword of damoclès hanging above my head

i just want to not

i want this to not happen to people who are starting to use the internet

i want them to be able to live without constantly feeling like they're being watched

why do we all want to go live in the woods without social interaction or any pressure? isn't it because we've had enough ?

tumblr may be the least of the offenders, but it's still on the list, its still taking advantage of all of us

worst thing is we cant really get off of social media anymore, all our lives are built around it, built on it. i want to go ahead and delete everything so badly i cant even express it, but i still have school online, i have people trying to reach me online, i cant use a map and i don't have a watch, i don't think i able to get off this shit until i'm at least 26, with enough money to go in a small village with no internet and no cell service and live the rest of my life on the money i have, selling whatever i make there

i want my generation and the following generations to be ok, but maybe that isn't possible right now with the tools we have

we don't know where to start to enact change

its all too much at once

we shouldn't quit just yet but if you feel like its too much as well, learn to take a break, just go be one with the silence of reality

go touch grass or whatever

this is all unimportant, i'm not making this because it has any value, but i do think my thoughts deserve to be written down somewhere accessible, as do yours, as do everyone's, not all the time, but when it feels like the right time

have a nice day

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Loud House Reviews: The Loudest Thanksgiving

It’s almost Thanksgiving! And a vastly diffrent one than in recent memory: Most of us are slimming down family gatherings to just whose in our house, you know because theirs a pandemic going on and it’s not worth risking your life for it. To those either guilting their families into it or doing so because MAGa or some such I only have this to say.

Speaking of Black Friday i’ts spread over a week and it’s cyber deals mean I got a ton of graphic novels for a dollar a piece and my christmas shopping almost done. So in other words, boo Maga, yay safe and responsible captalisim. But while the holiday may be diffrent, as well as the pseudo holiday attached that spawned a wonderful musical and many many injuries, one thing stays the same; Holiday Episodes. And despite being the less popular of the three holidays, Thanksgiving still produced tons of great holiday episodes and specials. And with everything being so busy I simply didn’t put too much thought into what to do for Turkey Day.. well okay the day proper i’m going to eat, spend time with family and watch a bunch of mystery science theater 3000, stay the course even in these troubling times, just with only the 4 other people who live in my house. But in terms of episodes I thought i had nothing.. then I started actually thinking on it and what do you know I have three things I want to do for the holiday, though one might wait till next year, and possibly a fourth. But given my workload currently, i’m not one to back away from a challenge, so welcome to a three or four course meal of reviews. First course: The Loud House thanksgiving special, the loudest thanksgiving. I originally wasn’t going to do this one, mostly because due to my large workload and constant battle with procastination, I keep having to push back the latest episode review, and I have to do that one soon, as there’s a new episode in december and a christmas episode i’ve put off watching for far too long , as I INTENDED to watch eleven louds a leapin for every chirstmas up till now and never got to it before the season was over. But just like elven louds.. Nick forced my hand.. and by that I mean the SPINOFF got a thanksgiving episode that’s also a sequel in some fashion to this episode. If I wanted to cover that episode this thanksgiving or the next I had to at least watch the original. And frankly, this close to the holiday there was no reason not to review it. So with that out of the way.

Let’s Get At Er. This is The Loudest Thanksgiving... after the break

The Loudest Thanksgiving takes place during season 3, and still pre-casagrandes spinoff launch despite the christmas special taking place earlier. This is actually easy to explain: The Loud House runs on Comic Strip time... i.e. the characters don’t age unless the writers decide they do. But while the spinoff was in motion at this point, it was still a season off airing wise, and ill advised raitings stunt mini series wise, so in order to keep the Casagrandes fresh in people’s minds presumably, they did a crossover that at this point wasn’t a crossover but now technically is because the show exists but this existed before the show.

It’s just a show, and I should really just relax. Point is this is a pre-crossover crossover, the two families meet for the first time, the man already said pitter patter, let’s get back at er. So we open with Flip serving as our magical snowman narrator and regaling us with the tale of steven. Every compastionate can you imagine it... and i’m fucking with you, it’s of course abotu that time the louds and the casagrandes tried having thanksgiving together.

We then cut to Lori and Bobby being all cute, as usual, and both talking over the phone as each show off their thanksgivings to each other and the enusing family shenanigans. On Lori’s side Lynn is wearing baggy pants so she dosen’t miss the game or the meal by going to the bathroom.. because that’s how pissing yourself works. Look if your going to do something that gross, stupid and broish just woman up and wear an adult diaper. The twins are guarding Lynn sr and the food, poorly, and Lisa has invented a Gravy Squriting robot. I can only see this ending one way.

Yeah those single function robots really get useless once the exestnetial crisis kicks in.

On the casagrandes side, Rosa is likewise guarding her kitchen, Frida is painting and Hector plans to sernade eveyrone because Hector is the best and you all should know that. Even with the recent Bobby Abuse he’s still awesome. As for the Mercado, CJ and Ronnie Anne are running the annual canned food drive because CJ is better than the best and should really be used more often. Both wish they could be there.. and both honestly talk about possibly spending thanksgiving with each other and just one of their family. It’s not a wild proposition: Both are going to college soon, both are in a longterm relationship.. they plan to get married down the line for now. If things hold they will eventually have to figure this out. Of course rather than fate let them figure this out themselves, Hector overhears on Bobby’s end and Lincoln, whose busy A Clock Work Oranging himself so he can stay awake during dinner, overhears on Loris, leading to an emergency family meeting for both sides. Both families are worried their prospective teenager going to another house of their longterm significant other for one year will mean they get all the holidays. Having never had a relationship last long enough to worry about this, I don’t quite get it as in my experince watching couples juggle this.. they usually just alternate years, spoilers the solution the episode goes with, or trade off christmas and thanksgiving, both fair solutions. Buuut as much as this bothered me at first the more I thought about it the more it actually made sense: People.. aren’t always rational and won’t always do the smart or correct thing, especially when it comes to their children. And with Lori leaving college and the casagrandes being togehter for thanksgiving for the first time in about 5 years, with both ronnie anne and her mom not having had a proper one in some time due to her mom needing to work thanksgiving, presumibly because of the eternal curse of gravy chugging contests, they have valid emotional reasons to go a bit nuts and do some irrational and assholish things. They just don’t want to loose their big sister and big brother, and that’s fair. It may not be at all accurate but it’s fair.

So thus began the great Guilt Off of 2018. ON the Loud side they START with a fairly soft pitch, the twins simply offer her food early, and she takes it because honestly I would too. Then again, i’d also take free food in just about any situation, so i’m not really a good gage for this. As long as it’s not poision i’ll probably eat it if it’s free. The next two are a little.. less subtle, with the kids talking about Lori’s roll in the annual thanksgiving skit.. which I’m assuming is soley for Lynn Sr. as no one else seems to be going to their thanksgiving. Which granted theirs valid explinations for why their neighbors didn’t go, the mcbrides and mr grouse have their own families and while Mr Grouse rarely gets to see his, he now has neighborly friends after the last holiday special happy to help. But Pop Pop.. makes no sense as his girlfriend, the only plausable reason he wouldn’t be there, was said to not have much family in her debut. So he’s just.. absent from thanksgiving for no reason. Thena gain we later find out this play is movie length, so maybe he was just trying to escape that which in that case, who can blame him. Rita almost reigns things back in with the mother’s trump card: parental guilt. Almost. She then almost crushes lori’s hand but it’s funny enough. At the Casagrandes, their opening move is largely the same only Rosa wins in terms of execution, cooking up some of bobby’s faviorites to specificially target him. Frida paints him into a painting, again the Casagrandes win his one in terms of effort. They do tie in the last bit, as Maria and Ronnie Anne try the same sort of guilt slining with the same bone crushing. Eventually both teens get fed up with the next bit; For Lori, Lucy gives her a long overdramatic poem about an empty chair which is easily tied with one bit later for best bit of hte episode.. which granted when I can only think of two or three gags that really made me laugh...

Bobby likewise gets Hector telling the story about a realitvie not going to thanksgiving. Both get angry.. which for Lori, isn’t all that suprising, if entirely warranted. For Bobby though? It’s like pissing off a dolphin. IT’s hard to do and very much not something you want to actually pull of. Both families are forced to admit they eavesdropped, and are incredibly worried about this whole situation, with Lynn Sr selling lincoln up the river for telling them... this man’s capacity for selling out his children is as awe insprising as it is truly pathetic.

So the two teens go back to their rooms to figure something out and come upon a reasonable solution: just have one of the families host and both come to it. That’s more than fair. But given we still have a full special to pad out, both families are still treating this like a competion: while the louds win the coin toss, both sides are determined to win thanksgiving. IT’s far from the most insane contest i’ve seen this month, x of swords was happening and i’ve seen a russian yank a goblin out of the demonic alligator skin he was using as a puppet. And we don’t know for sure Arrakoa and Krakoa didn’t have a trial over a baby turkey being adorable as one of the challenges. Other challenges included getting drunk, an eating contest, telling someone to murder a kitten and a wedding, all of this is actual stuff that happened in this recent crossover, I have made up nothing.

So after the break and Flip realizing oh shit the audience is back, the war begins. The Louds are preparing for war, with Lola putting out a picture of herself instead of bobby and laurie because of course.. still not a half bad gag. The Casagrandes arrive and in in a passive agressive move that was already done a year before this special by Brooklyn Nine Nine and better, brought their own food.. though the roast pig is a nice and unique touch. Points for that. And this.. is where the special gets tedious. Yeah while the IDEA of this episode was really good and I was excited to cover it in practice it’s just similar gags on both sides done for both halves: The first being “let’s guilt them into staying” and the second being “Let’s one up each other” with only two bits really working: Frieda having a painting and the louds annual skit. And the skit is because it raises a LOT of questions: Why is it 90 minutes, who played the adorable turkey in the years between babies? Was it just whoever was youngest? Who wrote this? Who is this for besides Lynn Sr and Pop Pop? Who all has sat through this thing at some point? Is that why the mcbrides don’t come over for thanksgiving? It’s just.. fantastic is what i’m saying.

But otherwise this part is just the family trying to one up each other with food, or toasts, or song, before devolving into a big fight. What makes it not work is.. there isn’t a lot of personality there. You have these two big, plentiful, intresting casts, even at this stage with the Casagrandes far less established and fleshed out. And instead of finding interesting ways for them to play off one another meeting for the first time, and to use that to also flesh the characters out more for the inevitable spinoff, it’s just

For most of the second half. Thankfully it DOES manage to bring things around as after things degenerate into a food fight, the families decide to just ASK the two of them where they want to go.. and find them entirely missing. It then turns out, in a nice twist, this is where Flip came in. Since his place is the only place open 24/7 and 365, barring fishing season, Bobby and Lori fled here to flee their insane families.. who then follow them there because Carlos and Lisa have them chipped. I was suprised at first Carlos had a tracker on bobby but honestly, i’ts just common sense. The man is like a golden retriver in a man’s body. Here’s an artists interpretation

Both families breifly bicker before Lori and Bobby announce their starting their own family thankgiving with blackjack, and hookers. They really shouldn’t of let Flip in on the brainstorming session. Both families don’t want that, and apologize, admitting they just didn’t want to loose them and both genuinely offering to let the other have them next year. Flip, who despite having a “pay for my colonoscopy jar” with a picture of his ass on it, is somehow the voice of reason and just suggests trading thanksgivings every year, everyone accepts, and we do get a genuinely heartwarming ending of both sides gathering everything for a gas station thanksgiving. Honestly reminds me of king of the hill’s airport episode, but in a very good way and still unique enough circumstances to work.Also Flip, of all people, donates the cans needed to finish the can drive.. granted i’m not sure if they WANT any of that meat, but hey, he meant well and it made me really like the character. We get a heartwearming duet between hector and luna and sono the whole family and we’re out.

Final Thoughts: This was disapointing. I’ve listed most of my complaints already, but overall it wasted a good premise of two families coming together, and even the feud parts could’ve been funnier. As it is it’s just.. ehhhhhhhhhh. It has some good parts, and bobby is an angel here on earth as always. But the whole just feels padded. Like this was SUPPOSED to just be 11 minutes, got bumped up, and thus here we are. It’s not the worst Loud House has done, i’ve seen and heard of muccch worse, but for a holiday special it just feels stale and i’ve seen way better thanksgiving specials. And i’ll be getting to that. If there’s an episode of a cartoon you’d like me to cover, just pop in my ask box or dms and you can comission a review for 5 bucks a piece. Discounts on bulk, 15 for movies. Until then , happy thanksgiving.

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The Anchor

Part 1.

Uma x Harry

Warnings: Swearing, near character death, angst with a happy ending, Harry should come with a warning.

“Uma, ye can’t possibly think of doing this.”

The blue-eyed first mate approached his Captain from behind as she walked down to her room.

“And why not, Harry?”

Uma asked, irritation showing. Her nerves were already frayed after having failed to Mal yet again.

“It ain’t safe for ye out there all alone, Capt’n.” The pirate argued back, his brogue thick his obvious agitation rose. He seemed to reach out to her before thinking better of it and standing at a respectable distance.

“Are you saying I can’t protect myself?” Uma snapped back, already fed up with the conversation.

“I know very well that you could best anyone in a sword-fight, me included, but the whole Auradon guard will be there. And without any of the crew or me and Gil-“

“I don’t need you or Gil to baby me!” She retorted instantly, temper glaring at the assumed slight.

“That ain’t what I mean, Uma. This whole plan stinks of fish-bait!”

He was just as riled up as her now, all up in her face.

She shoved him back, away from her and glared hotly.

“You suggest a better one, then.”

He nodded vigorously and began speaking with absolute conviction, “When the purple fairy gets bored of Boredon, you bet she’ll come skipping back here. And then Benny-boy will follow, and we’ll get him again- no fuck-ups this time, eh?”

“That’s just sea chum,” she hissed, “Even those traitors won’t be dense enough to make the same mistake again. This way, we’ll rule Auradon!”

He huffed, frustrated, and said, “Well, it’s make me feel better if-“

“And you think I care how you feel?” Uma asked, low and malicious, designed to hit where it would hurt.

He blinked, once, then twice. That hurt. She had never done that before. Anger rose in him, fierce and fast, and he moved to grab her hand, muttering, “Now I dunno what ye’re think with this codswallop plan, lassie, but-“

Before she knew it, she had her sword out and had knocked his hand away from her with the butt of it, sending him sprawling on the splintered floor at the impact. He stared up at her in stunned disbelief as she snarled, “It’s Captain to you.”

Then, moving the tip of her sword from his forearm to his throat, Uma watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as she fired out words she could never take back,

“And you are just my First Mate. You ain’t special here, Hook. All you have goin’ for you is that insanity, and I can find that in spades anywhere on the Isle. You wouldn’t be that difficult to replace, understood?”

He completely deflated, the words pushing their way into his brain. Dully, Harry muttered, “Right you are, Captain.”

He made his way to the door of her cabin, where he paused and and made a final, tired attempt to sway her.

“Me still think-“

“Leave, Harry,” she said sharply.

And he did exactly that.

For an instant Uma felt relief at his departure, before the guilt began eating away at her. She had been short with Harry before, but never so intentionally cruel. Another wave of remorse hit her as she went over her words- she’d done exactly what his father always did, pointing out his uselessness.

She hadn’t meant any of it, of course. Harry was the most loyal and devoted first mate any Captain could have, and a skilled swordsman.

It’s alright, she convinced herself,

First win that crown, break the barrier, then you can come back and make up with him in a few days. Everything will be okay.

-X-

It wasn’t.

Her plan failed, and the barrier remained shut. And she had to swim away for six months, hidden under the sea, looking for any cracks in the barrier, searching for anything that would let her back to her home, to Harry.

And by Gods, Harry.

She didn’t know how it was possible to miss someone so much. She felt just plain odd, not having someone to tug at her braids or steal her food or even clean up the Chip Shoppe with. No one who would constantly move forward to protect her when she encountered someone new.

Uma didn’t want to remember how they’d parted. He needed strength, and she took it from the good times that they’d had, blocking their less-than-stellar farewell out of her mind. She focused on her Harry, her right hand, her best friend, to help her through her time hidden under the dark blue waters, staring at fish so big she could dance on their backs.

Which is why she was unprepared when she saw him after months and months and didn’t really recognise him. For one, his hair was black. And he looked tired, the kind that only comes from hen one is thrust into an unprecedented responsibility. Uma felt a spike of guilt, knowing he must have had to act as standing Captain to the crew while she was away.

Strangest of all, he didn’t look at her the same. Where was the everpresent devotion, the longing, the seduction and the million other emotions she had always been able to read in his eyes? In its place was a strange, unfamiliar blankness, and Uma couldn’t help but feel as if something had been stolen from her.

When Harry spoke her name, it sounded wrong too. He said it like Gil would- just another name, another person. She had never been just another person to him- until now, apparently.

Later, when she rose out of the water and Harry stalked closer, his walk just the way it used to be, lopsided and graceful and dangerous, she allowed herself to smile wide and big, slip into her fantasy that everything would be okay. She’d dreamt of this moment at her lowest point, imagining curling her fingers around the familiar coolness of his hook, hugging him tight and close and smelling sea salt and metal when she did so.

Instead, he danced out of the way when she went to touch his favourite weapon, his eyes cold under the smiling veneer he’d donned, and the unspoken message hung heavy in the air-

You don’t get to do that anymore.

And Uma had never wanted to cry so badly even once in her entire miserable life.

-X-

They were trudging around Auradon, searching for this ‘Evil Queen’ as she liked to call herself.

Ha! Uma snorted at the title, shaking her head at the cupidity of those princesses.

As if Little Miss Cheerleader would know true evil even if it her in the face.

Gil chartered away behind her, having easily fallen into step with their old habits, accepting her ‘I was looking for a hole in the barrier’ explanation guilelessly. Harry, as she keenly noted, had not. He did nor stand behind Uma to back her up as usual, no had he edged himself up in front of her as was the norm when any threat or trouble was afoot.

Instead, he walked almost bored to the side, occasionally teasing the runt pup, Carlos.

Uma noticed how Jay said something inciting, causing Harry’s shoulders to noticeably stiffen even under his signature red jacket. She prepared to shoot forward and grip his arms, coax him away from the eve of insanity he was almost always teetering on and that only she could pull him away from, a snap retort ready on her lips to tell the insolent son of Jafar to say away from her people-

Only to see him straighten and smile in that infamous Harry Hook way, all teeth and malice, promising blood. He was under control again.

“He’s become better at keeping calm.” She noted it quietly, almost to herself, but Gil at her left shoulder heard, and he stopped his spiel on how the sunlight was so very pretty, to reply to her.

“Yea, he has,” Gil brightly interjected, somewhat like a proud mother hen, “There was times we thought he was going to like his ole’ daddy, but he dinnit. Bonny helped him loads.”

Uma’s head snapped to her second mate, eyes narrowed even as her heart pounded at an alarming pace.

“Bonny helped?” She asked sharply.

“Oh, yes!”

The son of Gaston continued, oblivious of the trouble he was creating.

“Aye, made him breathe an’ all. Helpful lass, Bonny is- they spent lotsa time together.”

Uma felt sick. So Bonny helped him now? Bonny kept him calm? Well, that was fucking new.

“How much time?” She questioned, not even wanting to know the answer.

Gil tilted his head in thought, and replied,

“Well, when he ain’t w me or CJ and Ettie, or with the full crew, he’s with her. Nights too, sometimes.”

“Nights?” Uma gritted out, her stomach clenching painfully. What the actual fuck were they doing in the night together?

Well, let’s see, her inner subconscious snarked, a handsome pirate and a pretty girl, all alone under the cover of night. However will they spend the time?

And it was true. Bonny was pretty, all wind- blown blind-bleached hair and rosy cheeks, sharp, wide grin too. If she weren’t an Isle girl through and through, her looks would’ve made her fit right in with them Auradon folks.

Some primordial monster rose in her belly at the thought of them together, clawing at her insides and breathing fire into her bones.

“I dunno,” Gil said, but his words had faded to a dull him as she absorbed the new, distressing information.

“Discussing crew, maybe- Bonny was second mate while yeh were gone, ya know?”

There, she thought satisfied, snapping to attention, something that you actually have the right to confront him about.

Uma only faintly registered the blond pirate behind her, calling out, confused by her abrupt departure. She marched over to Harry, grabbing the lapels of his jacket a little more roughly than she needed to, dragging him to the side.

The others didn’t even stop in their way, moving ahead, used to Uma bossing her people around.

Harry wasn’t very pleased at the action, she could tell from the way his lips curled ever so slightly at the ends, and his eyes glittered. Uma wasn’t deterred.

“You made Bonny second mate? What about Jonas? He should’ve been next in line.”

She demanded, with righteous anger.

Harry grunted, and moved her hands away from him, not letting his fingers linger on her tanned, brown skin.

Beautiful, his heart said.

She hurt you, she will hurt you, his brain argued.

“Jonas has me anger. Gil and me already got the brawn covered, we needed Bonny to help plan and count and arrange the stores.”

“Oh, really?” She asked suspiciously, but unable to deny the point.

“Why not Gonzo or Drew then? He’s got brains aplenty.”

“Gonzo’s busy with the rigging, and Drew’s sweet on one of the Tremaine twins- he don’t wanna be up the pirate ladder any more than he already is. And what’s wrong with our Bonny lass, anyway?”

His voice was gruff as he explained, the lack of distance between them obviously affecting him too. Even so, frustration leaked into his voice.

“That ain’t what Gil said.”

Uma said stubbornly, like a dog with a bone. The son of Hook ran a hand through his black hair and answered, his tone menacing,

“Gil’s been running his mouth again, eh?”

When she remained silent, he barked out a short, humourless laugh.

“Don’t ye worry, Captain. This ain’t got nothing to do with my feelings.”

Harry emphasised on the word, and Uma immediately flinched as she caught the reference to their last conservation.

“And if ye had been around, ye woulda known that Bonny lass has is bad for our Desiree. And ye know she and Gonzo been running around each other for years.”

“Oh,” Uma deflated, eyes down. The storm in her belly slowed and she emerged out of her jealous rage, but the pain remained as she looked into Harry’s scornful eyes.

“Now if ye‘ve finished this whole interrogation shindig, we need to get moving.”

She nodded silently, for once not offended by him telling her what to do. He must’ve learned a thing or two about leading while she was away.

They resumed their walk, and he easily moved away, closer to that witch Mal of all people, and Uma felt the sting of his absence like a million swords stabbing into her.

Not that she could show it. She never showed it.

-X-

Uma found hope.

She found hope when they fought the suits of armour, stabbing and whirling and he immediately moved to her side, warning her and protecting her- that instinct of his hadn’t faded with sharp words and six months.

She found it when they fought side by side, the way they used to, knowing exactly when and where the other would strike, moving like a well-oiled machine, parrying and feinting and laughing crazy like only Harry Hook could.

She caught another sliver of it when the boys came back, Beasty Ben in tow, and she saw the relief at seeing her safe and sound in his eyes right before he concealed it with that new cold, hard mask of his.

And even when Uma was completely devastated at the revelation that Mal had betrayed and lied to her yet again, that the children- Bertie and Rina and Lassie and Tony- would never make it off the isle, and that they may never see the crew again, she found hope in the way Harry naturally gravitated towards her to let them deal with the grief together, as they always had.

But honestly, fate was just such a fucking bitch. Just when things were going in the direction of terrible-and-sad-and-confused-but-I’ll-have-Harry-with-me-maybe, they saw a goddamn dragon rise up in the air and face off with that Pink Witch Bitch, who’d caught Celia.

Uma knew she had to help then- Mal and her crew could go fuck themselves but Celia was an Isle kid, one of her own. And let nobody say that Uma didn’t take care of her own.

Besides, ‘Queen Audrey’ had put Dizzy and the Smee twins to sleep, and god knows how many other other children across Aurodon. Uma cared fuck-all about the pasty-pink do-gooders of the city- they had left them to rot in the Isle, after all- but the kids were innocent. And surely, at least some of the adults must be too.

She couldn’t just leave them there and skip off into the sunset with her best boys- not to mention, her crew were waiting on the three of them back in the Isle of the Lost, and she’d vowed to protect those people.

So Uma ran and Harry followed, holding up her shell necklace and chanting along with the traitor pixie, Mal, because as much as she despised the future queen, she couldn’t leave a whole populace to suffer because of a petty grudge.

“We’re stronger together, I’m right here, girl, I’m right here!”

They were winning. Uma felt it sure and true. Good always does- and for once, she was on its side.

Audrey knew it too. The daughter of Ursula felt something close to sadistic triumph seeing the cheerleader-turned-villain back away from the turret of the high tower she was on, fear and apprehension etched onto her face. Celia, bless her cunning little heart, had pulled away to the other side without being noticed, and Uma internally gave her props.

Audrey’s face twister in a gruesome snarl as she looked down at the pirates on the ground, straining to keep the spell of the sceptre going. Uma smirked back, not caring one bit if she was provoking her. The bitch was done for, after all.

Then, she felt something change. Audrey was desperate- she was going to fail, careen and crash and burn, and she knew it. Maybe it was for vengeance, or a sick revenge, or something- just as the power of the ember overwhelmed her, the pink-haired villain shot a final curse out- right in Uma’s direction.

Her eyes widened. She should have gotten out of the way, should’ve used used those reflexes she’d spent her whole life building, but she couldn’t move. A death missile was literally in her path, and all she could do was stare dumbly, limbs frozen with the absolute certainty of these being her last moments alive.

God, she was going to fucking die, she knew it, oh my god-

And then a strong body slammed into hers, and she saw the malicious pink of the spell hit Harry’s body instead of hers.

He crumpled in a heap, hook thrown to the side, his arm twisted unnaturally. Uma dimly heard the sound of someone screaming- animalistic, hoarse and broken and painful, and realised it was her. Because her best friend, her bloody best friend, her first mate, her Harry Hook lay prone on the ground due to a curse that was meant to be her undoing.

And it was.

Mal was back to her human form, Ben and Mal and Evie we’re running there, but she didn’t care, she didn’t care about fucking anything at all because Harry Hook was not dead. He was not dead, he was not dead, he could not be dead, he was hers, her boy-

“Harry,” she screamed, “HARRY!”

She’d give anything, anyone, for Audrey to undo what she’d done. Auradon, the Isle, Atlantica, Neverland- take them all, just get Harry back to her, please-

“Uma,” he rasped, and she breathed out hard and harsh because if he was speaking, he was alive, and that was everything to her.

“Uma,” he said again, and she scrambled forward to reach him, grabbing his free hand, almost laughing at the fucking bitter irony that now was the time he chose to say her name properly, all reverence and awe, and god, she was crying, she didn’t even notice-

“Always meant to be this way, don’t ye cry.”

Uma couldn’t even speak, her throat blocked and her eyes red, breathing frantically and loudly. The others had formed a circle around them in a silent vigil, but neither of the pirates cared.

“I’ll make this right, Harry, you’ll be okay, I-“

He shook his head, and it caused him effort, so she just cupped his jaw and he leaned into her touch, and it was sweet and perfect and just the way it was supposed to be. But then he just had to go and speak and break her heart-

“I ain’t gonna make it. Me sisters, you take care of them, aye? Ye’ll be okay, ye dinnae worry, ye be happy, hear me?”

Uma pulled her head down to his, forehead’s touching, so she could see the strain it was taking him to stay conscious. Her tears dropped onto his cheeks, and he smiled that beautiful, goddamn gorgeous real smile, and let out a shuddering breath, looking into her eyes,

“Uma.”

Then, Harry Hook closed his eyes.

Her howls pierced the still night air.

-X-

“Why’re ye crying, Uma?”

A confused ten-year old Harry asked, propped on her bedroom window, watching as she sniffled into her duvet.

“Am not! I don’t cry!”

The girl retorted fiercely, despite her runny nose and red eyes. She eyed her best friend carefully, then decided that he wasn’t going to tell anyone, and beckoned him in.

Harry immediately bounded over to her, frowning,

“It’s ye birthday. I dinnae like you spending it like this, all mopey like Moody Mandy.”

Uma looked up in vehement outrage, and slapped his shoulder, hard.

“Don’t call me Mandy Mim, you sea chum!”

He grinned, not the least bit bothered by her outburst.

“Got ye to stop crying, didn’t I?” He said smugly, bouncing slightly at the thought of outsmarting her.

With a start, Uma realised that he really had made her stop. A small smile rugged at her lips, and he noticed it before she banished it away.

“I wasn’t crying.” She repeated petulantly, unwilling to admit defeat so soon. Even at these tender ages, they were no strangers to sparring with each other.

“Whatever,” Harry shrugged dismissively, and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Was it Mal Bertha again? I can hook ‘em if ye want me ta.”

She giggled at the name he gave to her nemesis, before wrinkling her nose and replying, “Shut up. Ettie would kill you.”

“Cali would kiss me, though. And it would be worth it, for ye.”

Harry said seriously, and she smiled again, before snuggling closer into his arm, not that she would ever admit it.

“Gil didn’t come to wish me on my birthday, and Jay pulled at my hair and called me stupid and took away Miss Drizella’s birthday treat to me. Even Ma didn’t remember my birthday.”

Harry looked furious.

“We’ll get them back for that,” he promised, and she believed him.

“Besides,” he smirked, and removed one arm from behind his back to reveal a beautiful cracked crystal ball. It wasn’t much to look at, by no means expensive or gorgeous, but it was glass and pretty clean and charming, and Uma loved it.

“Not everyone forgot ye birthday. Ye’re still a wee lass though, don’t ya forget that.”

She was too stunned to even punch him for the last line, and stared at the ball in his hands with fascination. She still hadn’t said anything, and Harry was growing more worried by the minute.

“Uma?” He nervously questioned, “I know it’s not much, but I found it on me dad’s old ship, the Lost Revenge, and it was pretty so I thought ye would like it, but if ye don’t we can go raid the other ones for something-“

She cut him off by turning and flinging her arms around his small body, her face in his neck.

If there were anywhere other than the Isle, then Uma would’ve said “I love it” or “I love you,” but there were on the Isle and love was weak, so all she said was, “Tell me about the Lost Revenge.”

But he understood, and did as she said, and spun tales and legends about the derelict old ship, not knowing that one day they would rule it as Captain and First Mate.

-X-

“CJ’s after me, run!”

The two teens sprinted down the dockside, jumping over sails and tarps and broken rafts, occasionally looking back to see the little girl angrily chasing after them.

Uma grabbed his hand and pulled him behind a huge sail, so that it covered their heads.

“What did you do this time?”

She questioned breathlessly, still panting from the chase.

“I might’ve told Ettie who stole her green barrette.”

“The one she wanted to wear for Hadie?” She asked incredulously, “Your younger sister’s got some nerve, getting Harriet angry like that.”

“Tell me about it,” he huffed, annoyed, “The many times Ettie’s been in a foul mood and drank all day because of that little chit, I cannot count-“

“Not like you can count anyway, Harry.”

Uma rolled her eyes at the boy next to her, still holding onto his hand despite their apparent safety for the moment.

“Hey!” He protested, and then added quickly, smirking, “I never learned to count cause I’m number one.”

Uma looked at him in pure disbelief for a second, and then burst out laughing loudly.

“You-“ she choked, “Are incredible.”

He grinned back, eyes shining and stated smugly, “I am, aren’t I?”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” she instructed, but her strictness was lost in the ensuing fort of giggles.

“Found you!”

A high, childish voice sounded and CJ lifted the tarp and looked at her brother wide-eyed and cowering behind Uma, who still couldn’t stop laughing.

Moments like this defined family for her.

-X-

Part 2 coming!

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parkersharthook · 5 years

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Could I request some Hevie? Would it be possible to ask for Harriet and CJ to interrogate their brother’s new girlfriend? I love when writers explore Harry’s family relationships and meet the girlfriend/boyfriend scene can be really fun! Have a great day!😋🙂

MEETING THE FAMILY

(Harry Hook x Evie Grimhilde)

Warnings: this got away from me lol, not much some tension

3k+ words

A/n: thank you so much for the request!! sorry Evie and harry aren’t newly dating also I used a Scottish translator, but I tried to make sure it was still understandable lol

“Evie, you’ve been fixing your makeup for forty-five minutes. You look great and it’s gonna be fine.”

Evie huffed leaning closer towards to the mirror, swiping at the top of her lip with a sharpened nail. She eyed the blue haired girl relaxed on her bed through her vanity.

“that’s easy for you to say, you grew up with them.”

“and she’s not Harry’s girlfriend.” Mal pointed out casually as she typed something on her laptop. Evie pursed her lips and glared at her best friend.

“okay so that’s an example of what not to say to help me.” Uma sniggered at Evie’s anxiety-filled response. “plus, I haven’t seen them since the isle.”

“They’ve been here for a year and you still haven’t talked to them?” Mal asked with a raised brow

“No! Me and harry were only sneaking around on the isle so I never met them, and we only started dating again 6 months ago, 3 of which were the summer.”

“They ur gonnae loove ye princess.” Harry smiled as he walked out of the on-suite bathroom, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

Evie quickly shooed him away, “I did not spend over an hour on my makeup for you to kiss it away pirate.”

Harry let out a deep chuckle as his phone binged. He pulled it out and smiled at his girlfriend, “They’re haur.”

Evie let out a shaky breath and stood up, wiping her sweaty palms on her skinny jeans. She wasn’t entirely happy with her look but both Uma and mal suggested something casual. Evie had originally protested, wanting to wear one of her signature blue skirts but harry just politely agreed with the other girls and suggested she stay casual, knowing that his sisters may see her as a “princess”. And though Harry loves her for everything she is and doesn’t want her to change, he also really wants his sisters to like Evie. So that means she’s wearing dark blue high waisted jeans, a red velvet crop top, and industrial black boot heels.

She let out another shaky breath, checking herself out in her full-length yet another time. Harry sighed with a fond smile and gently pushed Evie towards the door, grinning at her nervous mumbling. He led her out the door, offering a small wave to his former captain and the purple-haired queen to be. Evie chewed on her bottom lip nervously as they walked down the castle corridor and towards the grand staircase. Evie took small nervous steps as they descended the staircase, knowing that she would be face to face with Harry’s sister the minute they walked out the door.

Evie’s breath picked up as she made out to girls sitting on some stonework right outside the door. Her pulse picked up and her eyes widened as she spun on her heel to head right back to her room. Harry stopped her with his body, placing gentle hands on her arms.

She looked up at him with a down right scared look in her eyes, “Harry I can’t do this.”

“princess, aye ye can. Ah promise ye ‘at they will loove ye.”

“No harry… I can’t. this isn’t like making amends with Gil and Uma. Uma only hated me by association, so that wasn’t my problem and Gil can’t hate a single soul. They were easy, they were a part of my life for so long and I had classes with them and I got to know them. It’s not like that with your sisters. This is your blood, your family. I know that their opinions mean everything to you.” She let out a shaky breath, “This can’t be the reason we break up.”

Harry sighed slightly, his hands rubbing up and down her arms ever so slightly. “Aye princess they ur mah faimly, but sae ur ye. Sae is Gil an’ Uma an’ e’en Jay, Carlos, an’ Mal.” Evie smiled at that, “Faimly isnae jist bluid, faimly is who is by yer side thru thick an’ thin. Their opinion is important but sae is yoors an’ sae ur others. They dinnae decide who ah loove. Ah dae.”

Evie nodded hurriedly and turned back around, gripping Harry’s hand tightly as they walked towards the door. She opened it gently, squinting as the bright sun ambushed her.

CJ squealed slightly as she ran over to hug her older brother. Harriet continued to lean against a wall, acting cool and suave.

“Haye thaur ye wee runt.” Harry smiled as he hugged his sister and spun her around. “Hoo is skale treatin’ ye?”

CJ placed her feet back on the ground and pushed a loose blonde strand behind her ear, “It’s gud. Sophomair year is easy sae far.”

Evie placed her hands behind her back, “How was freshman year?”

CJ sent her a look that had Evie bristling and Harriet smirking. Harry was just clueless. “Fine.” Evie’s lips folded in as she rocked on her heels slightly. Harriet pushed off the wall, flicking some dirt from her fingers. She took a few menacing steps forward, arms crossed and eyes heated with judgment. Her eyes raked up and down Evie’s form, her tongue tracing over her lips slightly.

“Sae yoo’re th’ famoos Evie.”

Evie quickly smiled at the older girl and stuck her hand out, “I know we didn’t really see much of each other on the Isle but it is nice to see you again Harriet.”

Harriet eyed the princess’s hand slightly before quickly grabbing ahold of it, shaking it just a tad too roughly and quickly.

Harry just smiled brightly, clapping his hands together and looping his arms over each shoulder of his sisters. “let’s gou tae lunch.”

The three siblings started walking down the pathway leaving Evie to huff in frustration and strut after them.

CJ had been wanting to try a sandwich place so she took the lead and decided that they were going there.

“Ye ken, it woods be gud tae ask e’er’body if they want tae come haur.”

CJ simply waved him off as she opened the door to the small restaurant. “Harriet owes me a body an’ ah ken Evie won’t min’, reit Evie?”

Evie just smiled, “not at all CJ.” The four took a seat at a small table near a window and began thumbing through the menu.

Evie smiled at the girls, “order whatever, my treat.”

CJ smiled happily and began rattling off all the things she wants to get as Harriet just eyed the girl. Harriet was about to open her mouth and say something snarky, Evie assumed, but Harry’s phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and cursed lightly under his breath.

“It’s Gil, jist gezz mah a minute.” He excused himself from the table and walked outside just as the waiter came around. Evie’s eyes stayed focused on Harry who was pacing outside the window, phone pressed to his ear. Evie watched as he threw his head back before roughly pushing his phone back into his pocket practically storming back into the restaurant. “Weel Ah hae tae gou, 'at divit Gil is in th' wey o mess up uir project.”

Harriet snorted, “classic Gil.”

Evie’s heart sped up immensely and she looked to Harry with wide eyes, “we can uh… reschedule the lunch if that’s better.”

Harry just waved her off, not sensing the immediate surge anxiety that was beginning to overcome her, “nae tae wurry, ye shoods gi’e tae ken each other while ah deal wi’ th’ divit Gil.”

Harry gave one last smile to the gaggle of girls seated at the table before scurrying off, muttering things about how Gil can’t be trusted with even the simplest of things.

Evie swallowed thickly and looked to the two sisters sitting in the booth across from. Her eyes flitted from the short blonde to the strong brunette, how could she feel this intimidated? She was the daughter of the evil queen for evil’s sake!

“So… Harriet, how is UA treating you?”

Harriet picked at her nails, seemingly uninterested in the question before she eyed the blueberry princess heatedly. “Huvnae started skale yit. but let's nae bortha wi' th' wee gab, we ur haur tae gi’e tae ken each other better arenae we?”

Evie smiled tightly and nodded, breathing out a small breath of relief as the waiter came by and set down a water in front of both her and Harriet and a large milkshake in front of CJ. CJ shrugged, “Evie said she was buyin'.”

Evie giggled slightly, “no worries CJ. Get whatever you want.”

The waiter tapped his pen against the notepad and smiled at the ladies, “What can I get you guys today?”

CJ rattled off her order in a speed so quick Evie would be surprised if the waiter caught it all, but instead of complaining he simply smiled at the younger girl. Harriet ordered next, her meal sounding much simpler.

The waiter looked towards Evie last with an expecting gaze. Evie had been so preoccupied with anxiety that she had forgotten to look at the menu, “could I just have the salad of the day please?”

The waiter smirked and sent her a wink that had her bristling uncomfortably, “would that be all for you beautiful ladies.”

Evie blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, “yes that’s it. Thank you.” She didn’t breathe properly until he had completely walked away with the menus, only then did she deflate into the booth slightly.

“Wa ur ye flirtin' wi' other men fur when yoo're wi' mah brither?” Harriet accused.

Evie gasped, “I was not flirting!”

“A salad aye?” CJ said completely changing the subject and pulling Evie’s attention to her.

Evie just nodded, “um… yeah I’m not too hungry right now.”

“Tryin' tae lose weecht? daein' one ay those detox teas those princesses fancy haur sae much?”

Evie shook her head looking appalled, “of course not! Those teas are horrible for you, and no I’m not trying to lose weight. I really just wanted a salad.”

Harriet eyed Evie up and down, “Weel it's guid 'at yoo're nae tryin' tae lose weecht coz ye coods afford tae pit oan puckle poonds. harry likes his burds a wee bit thicker.”

Evie pursed her lips and forced herself to calm down and answer politely, “Well thank you for being concerned for my health but I promise you I’m taking care of myself.”

“Och aam sure yoo're takin' caur ay yerself but ur ye takin' caur ay uir brither?” Harriet snarked over her glass of water.

CJ nodded with a mouth full of milkshake, “He can be quite forgetful sometimes. needs someain tae swatch it fur heem.”

“well I do take care of your brother but I’m not your mom so I’m happy to say that I act like a girlfriend more than anything.” Evie said sharply before forcing herself to take another calming breath.

“Keep uir mammy out ay yer gob princess. that'll be th' only time Ah warn ye” Harriet whisper with a deadly glare. The air was tense at the table only for the waiter to break it up by placing their plates down in front of them. He sent Evie another wink, but she didn’t even look up from her salad to thank him.

“I’m sorry.” Evie said softly, “I didn’t mean to offend you.” Another tense pause. Evie ventured forward cautiously, “Harry’s told me a little bit about your mother. She’s sounds wonderful.”

“she was.” Harriet snapped, “Far tay guid fur baith uir faither an' 'at godforsaken islain ye left us oan.”

Evie choked on her salad, “that I left you on? I’m the reason you’re off the isle right now!” Evie was trying her best to stay positive and cordial towards Harry’s sisters, but this was beginning to be a little too much.

Harriet scoffed, “Harry tauld me 'at ye an' heem waur a hin' an' 'en ye left heem fur these stuck up princes.” She folded her arms defiantly, “Hoo lang did it tak' ye tae remin' 'yoor true love' an' gi’e heem aff 'at place?”

Evie winced, “too long.” Evie looked up from her food, “Look I know we messed up. We all did. The VKs, King Ben, Former King Adam, hell all of Auradon messed up but we’re trying to make it right. And yes it did take me longer than preferred to get more kids of that isle, but I won’t let you sit there and say that I simply forgot about your brother and moved on no problem.”

Evie let out a shaky breath before continuing with more strength, “I was the one who wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to meet you from the beginning of our relationship. Harry thought it wouldn’t be a good idea and looking back, he was right. We’d both be dead right now if we told any of our friends or family, so we kept it a secret. Leaving him on that isle was on the hardest things I have ever done, and the worst part was I couldn’t even miss him! I couldn’t tell anyone that we were a thing because we were secret and then Mal went and screwed up again and got us in that entanglement which is a whole other thing to deal with.” Evie huffed out as she pushed her locks from her forehead.

She folded her hands into her lap and softened her voice, “I’m sorry that it took us so long to get you guys off the isle, I really am. But don’t think that I ever stopped loving your brother, because he was and is the only person I’ve ever loved.”

“Whit abit Doug?” CJ who had remained quiet during Evie’s small outbreak spoke up softly.

Evie gave a small humorless laugh, “Doug was a distraction. He was nice and kind and funny and I was new to Auradon so it was overwhelming. He helped me settle in and start my business, so I always be thankful to him for that. But… there never was anything between us. Sure a kiss or two but no sparks.”

“Diz mah brither ken thes?” Harriet asked, a new easiness taking over her persona.

Evie nodded, “yeah he does. Gave Doug a bit of a scare when we first got back together but they’re okay now. Doug even helps him with English assignments from time to time.”

Harriet sighed fiddling with one of her messy braids in what seems to be a nervous fashion, “Weel princess, there's a chance Ah judged ye tay early.” She glanced to her younger sister who was happily munching on her sandwich, “We baith did.”

CJ nodded her head, a small piece of lettuce falling from between her lips. Evie smiled at them, “well thank you for giving me a chance. I really do like your brother and I was hoping to get along with you all as well.”

Harriet smirked slightly, “Ah hink we coods make somethin' wark.”

~.~

The rest of lunch was uneventful, the girls sharing funny stories with a few interjections on the upcoming school year. They reminisced about their time on the isle and grimaced over their parents. Overall it ended up being pretty okay, if you looked past the one rough patch. Evie had hugged both girls goodbye before going up to her dorm room, with what could only be described as a content smile on her face. She opened her door with her key and fell onto her large bed with a sigh.

“I presume it went well?” Mal asked from behind a book

“yeah it actually did.”

“harry stopped by earlier looking for you.”

Evie picked up her head slightly, “do you know where he is now?”

Mal looked over the edge of her book, her black rimmed glasses pushed high on her nose. “Do I look like his personal GPS? This is why we have phones.”

Evie snorted but pulled out her phone nonetheless and typed a quick message to her boyfriend.

Princess: Mal said you were looking for me

Pirate: aye Yeah Ah was seein' if ye waur back frae th' lunch yit.

Princess: I’m back now, are you in your dorm.

Pirate: aye

Princess: I’m coming over

Pirate: Cannae wayte.

Evie rolled off her bed throwing her small purse over her shoulder once again. She turned towards Mal as she walked towards the door, “I’m going to see Harry, don’t need to wait up.”

Mal just sent her a thumbs up as Evie picked up the small bag of leftovers and walked outside her dorm. She made quick work of exiting her dorm and crossing the short path to the boys’ dorm. She pulled out the spare key Harry had given her (shhhh! Don’t tell fairy godmother) and entered the building quietly. She checked to make sure no guards were around before scurrying up the familiar staircase and walking to his dorm.

She knocked lightly on the wood and it was only a second later when the door opened. Evie was immediately greeting with a shirtless grinning Harry, arguably one of her favorite sights. She smiled a little coy smile at him and lifted the brown bag into view, “I brought leftovers.”

Harry’s smile widened as he placed a dramatic hand over his chest, “A lassie efter mah ain heart.”

Evie walked past him with an eye roll, “I thought I already had it.”

“Aye princess ye dae.”

“Hey!” the sharp voice sounded from Gil’s bed and Evie looked over her shoulder to find Uma glaring at them. “the rule is no lovey dovey stuff while other people are here.” Gil just nodded from beside her while munching on some popcorn. The two of them had obviously been watching a movie on Uma’s computer.

Evie lifted a small cardboard box, “what if I offer you some dumplings?”

Uma smiled and motioned for Evie to toss them, “You’re forgiven.”

Evie settled on the bed and began unpacking the bag. Harry eyed her curiously, “Did ye buy me dinnah?”

Evie smiled, patting a spot on the bed next to her for Harry to sit down. He did so willingly. She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling out more food, “It’s to celebrate.”

“Celebrate whit?”

Evie smiled up at him cheerfully, “your sisters loving me.”

Harry rolled his eyes but pulled her close anyways, “Ah tauld ye.”

Taglist: @awkwardfangirl2014 // @givinggoodvibes // @unhealthyobsessionwithmarvel

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theearlymorningmist · 6 years

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Strawberry Pancakes Prt. 2

TONY STARK x READER, TONY STARK x PREGNANT!READER

PLOT: You and Tony are best-friends and partners in crime, but when you find out you’re pregnant Tony steps up in more than one way… An ongoing series.

Part One, ------, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Word count: 1500

Warnings: None, just fluff and angst.

(Y/N) = Your name, (Y/L/N) = Your last name

Masterlist

You were 21 weeks pregnant now and your belly was fairly prominent. A fact Tony Stark rarely let you forget. How could he, he found it to be the funniest thing in the entire world.

You’d walk by him and Tony would dramatically slam himself against the call and call out. “Clear a path!! Make way! Get the civilians to safety!” To which you usually laughed and gave the man a playful glare.

The only time his comments had ever actually upset you, was when your belly first popped, and it seemed to only just occur to Tony what you being pregnant meant.

“Woah, so like, you’re going to get seriously big! Hey do you remember in How I Met Your Mother when Lily dressed all in white and told everyone to call her the White Wha—“

“---If you care about your testicles at all, you won’t finish that sentence now or ever, Stark.” You snapped, slamming down your book and leaving the room.

“(Y/N), wait… I’m sorry, come on, (Y/N)?!” He called after you.

After some grovelling, you finally forgave Tony, and agreed maybe you had over-reacted a little bit. Since then, all jokes were taken in stride. And there were a lot of jokes and crazy behaviour to deal with, especially since the rest of the Avengers had found out you were pregnant.

It had only been 2 days since Tony and your discussion the washroom. Since then, you had agreed to move into the Tower, and leave Craig. To your surprise, when Tony and you had gone to get your stuff, the man didn’t make a scene. He simply drank a beer in the corner and glared at you.

Once everything was packed in the moving van, Tony got in and began driving you two back to your new home. But Tony could tell something was off from the way you stared blankly at your feet.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, softly. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, but then sighed and shook your head. “No. I just…” You hesitated. “He seemed so glad to be rid of me…rid of us. Like we were some giant pain in his neck. I don’t care if he doesn’t want me anymore, in fact I’m glad….but…I just can’t stand thinking about someone hating this little fella.” You put your hand to your stomach, looking over at Tony sadly.

The man pulled over into a parking lot, because he sure as hell wouldn’t risk not paying attention to the road with such precious cargo aboard—and he wasn’t thinking about the boxes. “Listen, even if he hates this little girl—“ Because Tony was sure it was a girl. “You, and me, and all the rest of the avengers are going to love her so much that it’ll cancel everything else out. And even more, he’s doesn’t deserve to love this kid. So good riddance, if you ask me.” The man smiled.

All you could do was smile back, and take Tony’s hand in yours. “Thank you.” You whispered, leaning in to give the man a soft kiss. He returned it, gently placing a hand on the side of your face, caressing your cheek.

After a few moments, you parted. “Now come on, let’s get back home, I can’t wait to introduce little Tonita to the team!” You and Tony hadn’t actually discussed what you were, yet. You were just enjoying it, whatever it was. And this certainly wasn’t the moment to bring it up, so instead you just continued the lighthearted conversation.

“I am not naming my kid Tonita!” You laughed, as Tony began driving again. The name argument continued all the way to the tower, and even up the elevator. When the doors opened, you and Tony stopped, because the entire team was doing something or other in the common room.

“Hey, where’d you guys go?” Asked Rhodey, snacking on some chips on the couch.

“We went to go get (Y/N)’s stuff. She’s officially moving in with us, guys!” Tony said, in a cheery tone. Everyone was so swayed by Tony’s tone of announcement that they didn’t stop to think about what you moving in really meant. Instead all the guys just started talking about how you could babysit Tony more.

Natalie however, came over and took your hand, giving you a sad look. “Are you okay?” She asked, knowingly.

“Yeah, I’ve washed my hands of Craig, honestly.” You replied, smiling.

“But that’s not the only news!” Tony began. You were about to make a comment to Tony about how he was acting like this was his announcement, but he looked so genuinely happy how could you stamp on his enthusiasm? Besides, you were glad you had someone to share this with.

“You guys can all start calling this one Special Agent Prego!” Tony chuckled. “Because she’s knocked up.” He added, to clear up the matter.

You shook your head, smiling. “What this idiot is trying to say, is I’m pregnant!”

No one spoke up at first, until finally Nat, of course it was Nat, asked what everyone was wondering. “Is it Stark’s?”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, and Tony scratched the back of his head. “Uh, no.” You answered. But looking up at the man, you felt compelled to add. “But he’s going to make one hell of a great father figure.”

“Next question…” Clint began. “How about the name CJ! You know, Clint Jr. My wife didn’t let me name any our kids that, but it’s a cool name, am I right?” He grinned.

After that all the congratulations came washing over you. Everyone was happy for you, and everyone was making a point to make sure you knew you were supported. And in that moment, surrounded by your friends and the man you knew in your heart you loved, you never felt happier.

In the end, you were right about the gender, forcing Tony to give you 5 bucks compensation for losing.

“Haha, and you were so sure! ‘I bet my suit it’s a girl’ you said. The great Tony Stark, wrong.” You gloated.

“(Y/N), would you please hold still, I’m still checking your blood pressure Bruce said, stifling a chuckle.

“Alright, alright I get it. Geez, you’ve been gloating all morning. I never should have let you find out the gender.” Tony said, rolling his eyes.

Bruce finished up, and gave you a smile. “Everything looks good.” Then he turned to Tony. “You really don’t need me double checking after every time (Y/N) goes to the doctor.” Bruce added.

“What it’s not like you’ve got anything else to do, Brucie.” Tony teased.

Bruce rolled his eyes. “So (Y/N) now you know the gender, have you thought of any names?” The man asked you.

“Actually yeah. I know exactly what I’m going to name him.” You replied.

Tony raised his eye brows, giving you a look like ‘well?’.

“Oh, I’m not telling.” You said, grinning slyly.

Bruce watched in amusement as Tony then went on to guess name after name, and get shot down each time.

“John? Fredrick? Peter? Bruce?” Tony asked.

“Sorry Bruce, but no.” You chuckled.

“No offence taken.” Banner nodded.

“Oh god…no…don’t tell me. You’re not really ganna name the kid Clint Jr are you!?”

“No, I’m not naming our kid Clint Jr!” You laughed.

Tony paused, giving you a sly grin. “Our kid?” He questioned.

Bruce took the moment of silence that followed Tony’s question to quietly excuse himself from the room.

“Um…I mean…” You stumbled through your words, before finally just looking at Tony and saying. “You know what, yeah. Our kid.”

Tony’s eyes lit up. “Does this mean that we can stop not talking about what we are?” He asked, pointing between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Tony complied all too happily.

“So!” He began, after parting from you. “As your boyfriend, and the father if this child. I think I should get to know his name.” The man demanded, playfully.

“You do, do you?” You replied, teasingly.

“Yes. So cough it up, (Y/L/N).

“Okay.” You smiled. “Edward Anthony (Y/L/N).”

Tony made a face. “Edward Anthony Stark sounds better.”

You shoved the man’s shoulder lightly. “Well, marry me then.” You joked.

“Okay.” Tony shrugged, his face serious.

“Wait, no I was joking!” You quickly corrected.

“What, why do you look so horrified!?” Tony laughed. “You don’t want to marry me that much?”

“We’re not discussing this.” You laughed, beginning to walk away.

“Come on, marry me! I’ll make you strawberry pancakes if you do!” He shouted after you.

“Strawberry pancakes make me nauseous!” You shouted, without looking back.

“Right, no strawberry pancakes then.” Tony noted, a smile on his lips.

He pulled out a picture from the sonogram earlier, and his smile widened. “Don’t worry little guy, I’ll get your mom to say yes one day.”

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hyunwoork · 6 years

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[CJ E&M // #4047 - Kim Wonshik] Panel Round. Episode; 2 // Outfit; X // Skill; Rapping [0:50-1:50]

When it comes to competitions, Wonshik isn't one to mingle with "the enemy." He prefers to stay to himself and keep his head down to focus on whats really important. Winning. Which is why it comes to no surprise that he doesn't interact much with the other contestants once he arrives at the CJ E&M building. He enters with his arms folded tightly across his torso and earbuds planted firmly in his ears to drown out all surrounding noise. It was a habit he picked up from his years of semi-professional boxing, and it helps to center him. Not to mention it allows him to avoid the need for awkward small talk. Something he had always hated.

After a few minutes to himself, Wonshik heads to the stage to locate his spot around the small circular stage. The small platform was surrounded on each side with rows of chairs for the participant. Even numbers on one side and odds on the other. It takes him a few moments to find his own spot, but once he does he steals the opportunity to surveys, the contestants surprised first by how young many of the contestants were, and second by how many males there were. He was at a clear disadvantage regarding both age and skill. As one of the eldest male contestants in a sea of youngsters, he knew that age was a huge factor in everything. If you turned on any tv to Musicbank or Mcountdown what did you see on the screen? Nothing more than a bunch of young teenyboppers dancing around stage in obnoxious outfits and making cute faces at the camera. The last thing anyone wanted to see was Wonshik making questionably 'cute' gestures at the camera while dancing around.

There are precisely two benefits that Wonshik can think would come from being one of the last people to perform. The first one is the fact that it gives him time to watch those around him to see how he stacks up and if the first round of auditions were anything to gauge skill level off of the competition would be stiff. The second benefit he could think of was getting the chance to calm his nerves, but as odd as it was he wasn't nervous. Ever since his initial audition, he's felt a strange sense of calmness. In general, he was never the type to get too shaken up when it came to performing in front of people, after all getting punched in the face on a weekly basis had a way of knocking those nerves out of you very quickly. However, even to him, a self-proclaimed level-headed individual, this calmness spanning a week was abnormal.

The week following his first audition was a mixed bag of feelings. On the one hand, he was furious at his roommate Jaeyoon for coercing him to audition for the show when being an idol was the farthest thing from his mind. While on the other hand, he was curious what would come of his audition. He didn't spend much thinking about the latter and instead threw himself back into his daily schedules to keep his mind off of things. Working out in the gym, volunteering, and preparing for his students for matches that were up and coming. He distracted himself so well in fact that he forgot about the auditions and completely missed the airing of the first episode of the show. Not realizing that he had passed the first round and that Jaeyoon hadn't, until almost a full day after it had aired. Thanks in part to the flood of texts from friends who saw him on TV and the influx of new Instagram followers.

But with the positive, there will always be negative. After the announcement of the MGA casting things in the apartment took a tense turn. The tiny two bedroom apartment was electric with Jaeyoon's negative energy and as the week leading up the first live show wound down the two males were practically at each other's throat. It wasn't hard for Wonshik to understand Jaeyoon's feeling though. Jaeyoon had just auditioned for what should have been his big break and yet his roommate, a guy who didn't even want to attend in the first place and complained all the way home, had just come in and stole his dream in one fell swoop. It was no surprise that he was livid, but it wasn't his fault that Jaeyoon hadn't made the cut and he refused to feel guilty for someone else not making the cut.

With that situation buzzing around his mind Wonshik knew that all of those negative emotions had to be put aside to focus on the task at hand. It was apparent just by looking at the people sitting in these adjacent chairs that they are not here to play around. This was their dream, and here he was - an outlier- taking up a spot that some other idol "wannabe" would kill to have. As the performances began, he knew now more than ever he had to get his head in the game. He still wasn't sure if being an idol was something of interest to him, or if it was just the sheer curiosity of seeing how far he could go in the competition that made him show up to the filming. What he did know was that he was here now and he at least owed it to himself to take the situation seriously and to put on a good show.

When Wonshik heard that contestants had to perform a 90-second performance for the first episode, His first thought was to dance. He had danced for his audition, and that had turned out pretty decently so why not stick to something he knew. It was also the one skill that Wonshik had the most confidence in, and it didn't hurt that there was a friend who could help him choreograph a routine for the show. This all changed though when searching the MGA official website and he saw exactly how many contestants listed dancing as their main skill. It didn't take long to change his mind and choose to rap for the first episode instead. A long shot to say the least but in his mind, he had a better chance to stand out from the crowd in a pool that was less saturated.

Wonshik was no stranger to rapping. He had lent his vocals to a few close friend's Mixtapes and enjoyed the occasional rap song, but ultimately he was a 'familiar stranger to the skill. The week leading up the first episode was an odd one. The struggled to find a song that was easy to learn, would show off his skills, and also fit into the 90-second time frame was his real burden. A task that was easier said than done, until he ultimately settles on a freestyle rap by Flowsik. What follows, is a week of memorizing lyrics and practicing his performance in front of a mirror all in preparation for D-day.

As the performances trudged on the male's expression turned darker until his arms were once again crossed tight in front of his chest. He had been seated restlessly for close to an hour and a half waiting for his turn to finally come. Boredom had crept its way upon him, and a very audible yawn slips out. As each subsequent performance blended into the next Wonshik got more and more restless. Shifting in his chair and tapping his foot impatiently during a couple of acts as he awaited his turn.

His turn finally arrives, just as he’s close to dozing off, and the brunette stands and stretches before making his way to the middle of the stage. He eyes all five of the judges with a subdued interest before stepping forward greeting them with a bow. Hoping his voice didn't betray his sluggishness.

"Hello, My name is Kim Wonshik. I'm twenty-four years old, and I'll be rapping for you today. I hope you enjoy my performance."

He takes a step back and gets into position. His legs shoulder width apart, head down, and his hands clasped firmly in front of him. He waits for the music to cut in, a hushed silence covering the stage, and finally the beat drops.

자 삽들어 삽, 삽

땅 파 32년산 산삼 캐

걍 대충해도 상대방 멘붕, Crush you with 산사태 yah

배고픈 사냥개, 물고 다 씹어 These 껌종이 Wrappers

난 폐품을 걸러, 널 백리터 종량제 봉투에 담어,

Hook 재활용하는 You 쓰레기 Rappers

His rapping is slow but steady. With him preferring to get the word across rather than show flourish. Making an impression isn’t only defined by pulling out all of the stops, sometimes it’s the understated performances that draw attention. Being able to Emanate real confidence and charisma while leaving them wanting more was a talent itself and he hopes the judges would appreciate his approach. The male takes a few steps across the stage to get closer to the judges as the song descends into the second bar of his rap making sure to make eye contact with each judge.

You sound like an 어린이 Never hit 변성기

숨 차는 벙어리 Loosen ur 허리띠 bruh

Still at ur puberty huh huh

He makes his way back to the starting spot and starts the third bar. Turning his attention to the other contestants and aims his next verse in their direction, trying to catch a few of their eyes. Making sure that they knew what an actual threat the male could be, before facing the judges once more this time adding more intensity to his words.

길을 막지마 To the 나침반이 가리키는 가치관

하루 아침 안에 변한 마지노선 막바지 버텨 24시간

좀 아는 놈은 아는 야시장, 찾아와봐 기다릴 테니

The performance comes to the final bit, and Wonshik crouches down on one knee for the finale. He delivers his last few lines with pure power. Making sure to emphasize each word.

Hungry as ever let me take your life, put bodies in bags for a bag of that rice.

His body sways to the beat as the song winds down to it’s last few seconds and just before the final few notes play Wonshik stands up with his feet shoulder-width apart. Mimicking his starting stance once again to signal the end of the song.

He bows once more as the music stops and offers the judges a smile, heading back to his seat to finish watching the remaining performances and await his fate.

#rkmga4panel #wc:1.7k #this literally killed me #i'm sure there are typos #i apologize in advance

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itsworn · 6 years

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Rat Stang! This 1970 Mustang Is Officially The World’s Coolest Parts Hauler.

You may find this Mustang tearing up a Southern dirt road. Stallion Autosport is located in the woods of South Carolina.

A pair of conspirators had their priorities straight while building this ’70 Mustang fastback. They left the paint—or what’s left of it—as-is, and worried about the good bits like engine and suspension.

The previous owner was mid-restoration when he sold it to Terry Howard of Reidville, South Carolina in 2010. From the moment the Mustang was purchased, his best friend and owner of Stallion Autosport, Jonathan Bridwell, pestered Terry to sell it to him. Instead, the duo tore into it and went to work, creating what they call the “Muscle Rat.”

Our story starts much earlier, however, when Jonathan learned how to detail as a preteen. “My father put a buffing wheel in my hand at age 12,” he says. Jonathan taught himself most everything after that and developed a knack for fixing body shop mistakes. He picked up big contracts and evolved into making enough money to supply his racing addiction.

Jonathan began a career in road racing after watching his father race Corvettes most of Jonathan’s adolescence. Once he turned 18, he picked up more driving gigs including seat time with BMW and vintage road racing.

“I had it in my blood, but didn’t have the funds to do it. I met up with some guys in road racing, they saw my ability, and gave me chances,” said Jonathan. “I started making money to cover the bills. I worked to pay fuel bills, hotel bills, tire bills, and for things I broke.”

As Jonathan’s detailing business grew, he taught himself bodywork and metal shaping. He said local shops refused to hire him, so he began to work for himself. The local paint-supply business required a shop name in order to purchase paint, so Jonathan had the bright idea to start his own.

The mix-matched panels come from the previous owner’s attempt to restore the Mustang. Despite many discussions amongst friends, Jonathan and team refuse to paint it. Freiburger would approve.

“My high school nickname was the Italian Stallion,” said Jonathan. “Then there’s this shop in Virginia I’ve always been a fan of, known for making high-end, quality hot rods. They had ‘Autosport,’ in their name.” Thus Stallion Autosport was born.

Road racing took a back seat to marriage and family as the business grew. Now, the muscle rat is the shop vehicle that is driven on most occasions. Terry has since sold the Mustang to Jonathan, but Terry is still involved because, well, who wouldn’t be with a fun machine this cool? (If we didn’t know better, Jonathan and Terry could very easily be the real-life version of Krass and Bernie!)

There’s no lock back here, unless you have a “universal key,” aka screw driver. They don’t know the back story, but have yet to fix it.

“We’ve thought about painting it 100 times, but there’s no plans,” said Jonathan. “It’s the only car we have to jump in and go and act a fool and not worry about it. We drive the car, play with it, enjoy it.”

TECH NOTES Who: Jonathan Bridwell What: 1970 Mustang fastback Where: Reidville, SC

An MSD distributor is wired to a Mallory 6AE ignition box and the engine is dressed up with Ford Racing valve covers.

The engine keeps with the theme of the car, built with tech available in the early ’70s. The original 302ci Windsor was rebuilt 8,000 miles ago.

Dimensions remain about the same with a mild .030-over bore. The rods and pistons are courtesy of Eagle Specialty Products, and the combination now results in a 10.5:1 compression. Jonathan says he normally runs 93 octane, but occasionally mixes it with leftover race fuel, “just for the smell really,” he said with a laugh.

The cam is a special-order from Comp, with a combination Jonathan came up with after his years of racing. He says it works best with an automatic. Comp double springs, retainers, and 1.72:1 roller rockers finish out the valve train.

The short-block is topped with GT40 heads and a port-matched Edelbrock Performer intake. Fueling comes from a Holley 600, which Jonathan went through and says now pushes about 635 cfm. An Edelbrock water pump plumbs into a generic three-core aluminum radiator with a Flex-a-lite fan and no shroud.

Hedman Headers long-tubes dump into 2 1/2-inch exhaust with Flowmaster mufflers. A TCI torque converter with a 3,200-stall and a C4 transmission built locally (with a performance shift kit) makes for a muscle car that’s enjoyable to drive.

Suspension & Chassis

This Mustang has been nicknamed the “Muscle Rat,” and although everything Jonathan Bridwell owns is for sale, this one he doesn’t advertise. It’s the shop vehicle and shared amongst the staff.

The stance began with the budget-friendly “Shelby drop,” which lowers the mounting holes of the stock upper control arms by 1 inch. This lowers the center of gravity of the car and adds camber gain in the corners, a trick Carroll Shelby started with the 1965 G.T. 350, hence the name.

Jonathan reached into his old shelves of race car parts for a set of Maier Racing 585lb coil springs, and called CJ Pony Parts for single-adjustable Koni Classic shocks. Up front is a one-inch sway bar. A 1-inch lower block and 1-inch drop 4.5-leaf mid-eye leaf springs (also from CJ Pony Parts) finishes out the rear suspension. The ride height was never measured before and after, but Jonathan guesses the combination results in about 2-3 inches of drop compared to stock.

The stock 9-inch rear axle features a 3:50 gearset with an Eaton TruTrac and 31-spline axles stolen from a Boss 302.

Brakes

The aluminum Cragars, black with a polished machine lip, measure 17 x 8 inches with 4.5 inch backspacing all around. Tires measure 245/45R17.

Stopping power comes courtesy of NOS Kelsey Hayes Shelby brakes, with a non-power master cylinder and 11-inch rotors with two-piston calipers. This set up was available on 1967 Shelby GT 500s.

Interior

The only thing modern about this Mustang is the aftermarket CD player, speakers, and amp mounted in the trunk. No amenities like cruise control or A/C.

The Mustang was purchased with painted Fox-body seats—the original owner’s addition. Jonathan and Terry got lucky with a set of NOS original seats in immaculate condition. The door panels were replaced along with a new carpet.

Jonathan Bridwell and Terry Howard are best friends. Terry claimed he’d never sell the Mustang, but when a dream project became available he decided to sell it to Jonathan, who was there at the beginning.

A 3-core radiator keeps the freshened 302 small-block cool on the hot Southern days.

The gauges originally featured a clock, which had to go. Jonathan and Terry recessed some AutoMeter Phantom gauges into the factory binnacle.

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i want to get into the galaxy fandom can you tell me where to start?

oh my gosh so hello!!!! first up you want to go ahead and follow this blog (unashamed plugging what what)

secondly you gotta know that there are several elements to each of the groups - so far galaxy has 2/3 boy groups and 1 girl group, as well as 1 pretty soloist. HOWEVER, i have once explained this as sort of.. a step-by-step to get the most out of these babies. i’ll put this under read more because it’s gonna get long

so first up, you want to get straight into the galaxy boys. i recommend starting with this gem. the boys who are currently still at galaxy in this mv, as far as we know, are yoo kyungwon, park cheol and geum hyungil. from then on i’ll put some bullets into what you should do next xoxo

REVOLUTION / CHEOLCHEOL

revolution - park cheol: what’s happening (so this is my favourite of the revolution’s 4 mvs they released. also please stan park cheol he’s still going to do wonderful things, look at his face. see also: click / click / click / please don’t stan too hard because they disbanded and cheolcheol set off on his solo journey

if you want to keep stanning park cheol, and i strongly suggest that you do, please click me - please love my chubby hamster cheeked son oh my god

so that’s kind of OLD SCHOOL galaxy, they were dead silent for a little while? cheol got his poor little just u song played over and over and over until he just kind of disappeared? SAD FACE. they still released a bunch of songs with some of their other talent, but it was mostly feats which can be found here.

so that takes us to the second wave of galaxy boys, which has brought you the fluffballs that we know and love as titan alpha/beta and crimson kings.

1 / 2 - so galaxy boys released 2 songs this time. if you’re worried about who is who there’s something on my blog which sort of gives you a run down on how to tell each of them apart

TITAN ALPHA / BETA

titan has 12 babies altogether and they can be found here

for all of your kyungwon/woondo shipping and stanning needs please see here

and then to further confuse us poor little stans, they went and released this - which is very galaxy boy-esque, but happens to also be a cf that some of them were involved in. i realise this is just me sharing mvs, but i mean, what better place to start??????

debut aka the day i died honestly please just stan galaxy and the groups they create because wow? holy c r a p. this is TITAN AS A WHOLE. YEP. A WHOLE. THIS IS WHERE IT GETS COMPLICATED.

because titan isn’t just ANY kind of group - nope - it’s made of 2 sub units. one is alpha, which is full of the gorgeous hyunglike, and then beta is full of all the tiny sunshine babies who you just wanna smoosh. or kiss. or kiss and smoosh.

here are the 3 mvs we currently have for alpha: 1 / 2 (this cute af cf) / 3 (i’m still slain)

and the 3 mvs we have for beta: 1 (aka the day i became a hiwan stan) / 2 / 3 (don’t talk to me or chohee about this ever)

here’s the rest of the mvs for titan as a whole, please enjoy: 1 / 2 / 3

there’s also a bunch of social media pages here if you want to know them all a little better

CRIMSON KINGS

honestly i think you need to speak to chohee about these because hahaha this group is a drug

anyway cks currently has 5 members, which can also be found on the members link above mmmmm. like i said i don’t know SUPER LOTS about these it’s really chohee’s forte but i’ll link you to all their mvs LEGGO.

DEBUT. AND LET ME TELL YOU. i was shook. the most shook. because WHAT THE HECK. galaxy legit throws out call me baby and then snaps us up with this banger with our hardcore boys and honeslty just. shook to the COREST OF CORES.

and they continued to produce bangers like all. the. damn. time. YO

i swear to god yOUR FAVWES COULDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

click on the social media too and go and stan the shit out of ALL OF THEM. in fact LET’S JUST SHARE SOME CUTE ASS FACTS

NA HYEONWOO AKA CHEN is the CUTEST you will EVER LAY YOUR EYES ON. he was such a good leader honestly, he brought it ALL THE TIME in mvs and in variety shows and honestly. THE. SOFTEST. MC. you wouldn’t even believe it, given what the damn mvs are like but my goodness.

YU MINJAE like ODNT EVEN GET ME STARTED. i don’t particualrly stan rappers but my GOD. i really like minjae because in vlives he always forgets they’re actually live and you can just hear him cursing in the background and watch sungki’s face get ALL SHOOK. honest to god. but he’s a sweetheart, he tries his best to do like all the girl group dances and also who the heck allowed him to be so good at aegyo?? rip us all tbh

YO JOONSUH AKA CJ. now he is a twin and his twin is in titan beta and like oh my GOD. THEY’RE THE CUTEST. LEGITIMATELY. i have a special place in my heart for their laugh because it makes me feel like i could rule the world. flowers grow EVERYTIME this laughter happens. and he’s so cute in his vlives. he’s honestly just……. like just watch some variety shows you’ll see trust me

YANG JEONG AKA JOEY AKA NEW LEADER OF CKS. like. i don’t have words for this prince he is SO PRINCELY. like im in love with him tbqh, he makes my heart boom so much. my favourite thing about him are his hamster cheeks they’re so cute and just embgnfkd i wanna pinch them lots. i need to just never talk about him because i could literally write an entire about me page where i just cry about joey.

KYM SUNGKI. DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. ABOUT KYM SUNGKI. PUPPY BOY. please. any sungki stan can vouch for me. watch his vlives. watch his insta stories. watch his snapchat stories. just watch everything this boy has to offer because he is the gift that keeps on giving. he is. just. my everything. AND THE LOVE THE OTHER PEOPLE AT THIS LABEL HAVE FOR HIM. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. geunho x sungki best bros forever i’m so upset my goodness me

PYXIS

so osskgf okkay my GIRLS BABY ANGELS HELP. so like galaxy boys, galaxy also does this thing called galaxy girls. the year they did this, it was at a much larger scale to galaxy boys - i think it’s a little sad we lost so many, BUT. WE GOT SO MUCH TALENT. you can see their gg mv here

their debut was. golden. i mean trust galaxy to stay in with the whole SPACEEEEE WOOO vibe, but i live for it a lot. and just. we know SO LITTLE about these lovely angels because galaxy’s very much BOYSBOYs. but please, take time out of your day, your week, to just stan these ladies. it’s so important.

they also had a station song which is SUPER FREAKIN CUTE.

THE N THEY HAD THIS JAM THIS YEAR OH MY GOD

GINO

so remember the whole galaxy boys - well if you looked hard enough you’ll notice there’s one princely boy who didn’t get a place in titan or CKS. there was a lot of salt that i’m not willing to throw. HOWEVER. i’m sure if you wanted to be that into it, there’ll be something in the galaxy boys/gino tag

anyway gino shook us with his softness and i am sure he will continue to dO SO!!!!!!! again we don’t really know much about him since he only debuted this year BUT his vlives with sungki aRE THE CUTEST THING YOU’LL EVER SEEE RKBHMGTKRMFKGFM

debut

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