#oh god who invented school holidays

[aaled1d]

THIS IS A

PREMISE:

- the third person will be marked in italics;

- the speeches will be opened and closed with "quotation marks";

- external sounds will be highlighted in bold;

- the “pov” indicates the thought of the person indicated;

- the person indicated for the pov will be the only one who will not be hyphenated to speak,

former. Stan's pov: “My name is Stan Marsh” -”And I'm his super best friend: Kyle Broflovski!”-

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1. FRIENDS?

Same place, same bus stop, same school, even if in different classes . Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick are lifelong friends, inseparable you might say. They spent kindergarten, elementary school and middle school together, going on hundreds of adventures, committing crimes and even risking death in the old town of South Park, all of them (or almost all) coming out intact.

Kyle's pov:

Driiin.. driiiiin..

“What the-?” I pick up the phone with the intention of turning off the ringtone and I see the time *7:43*.

I rub my eyes and take another look at those phosphorescent numbers that announce the inevitable delay I will be late for school today. “OH FUCK!”.

I run left and right trying to get ready as quickly as possible, I rush down the stairs risking giving myself a concussion, I say goodbye to my mother and my brother and I rush to the usual bus stop. “HEY GUYS WAIT!” I risk stumbling multiple times, but I still manage to arrive on time and in one piece among my friends. -“Dude, look, you're at least 5 minutes early”- Stan, my sbf (super best friend) reassures me as he glances at his watch to confirm. -”Look what we have here today hehe..” the person who would occupy first place in the ranking of living beings with the greatest ego on Earth, if it existed, interferes; “Cartman.. Today I'm not.. anf.. in the mood for.. your fucking jokes..” I give him a lethal look - “Kyle, next time try to forget your head at home along with the hat, listen to me! hahaha-”.

I look at the fat guy thinking about what he said. No, it can't be; I raise my hands and place them where my usual green hat should have been. My eyes widen and I start to think: did I really leave the garment that I don't take off even at 30°C inside my wardrobe? I look up as I hear the laughter of the big ass fade away and I stare at Stan with a desperate expression, at least I think, so much that he finally gives in and gives me, after a loud snort, his hat - "Look, if you don't bring it back to me by tomorrow I'll make your hat disappear and then you can manage on your own."

In the meantime the bus has arrived a few minutes late and the four boys get on; not physically and mentally ready to say goodbye to the summer holidays for nine exhausting months and to face their first day of high school at Denver.

-"Guys, can you believe that summer is already over, that three whole months have passed without us even realizing it?"- Cartman begins to complain as always: -"Do you even remember what y'all did during the holidays? In my opinion the schools asked Doctor Mephisto to invent a time machine so that we would go back to studying without even a fucking day off!”-. The kids in the bus who initially seemed interested in Cartman's speech are now chatting, listening to music, reading, or contemplating the fatass theory. -“Help me collect some signatures for an “anti-time machine” project, let's skip school and...” - -”Stop talking bullshit!”- Craig Tucker says, followed by other passengers -”Be quiet and accept that you have to go to school like the rest of us!” - “Shut up for once, for god's sake!” -. Seeing the fatass dumbfounded is always satisfying, especially when he's totally on the wrong side. We spend the rest of the trip quietly, wondering what our new school will be like, class divisions and other similar topics; even though Stan and I applied to be in the same class.

The bus arrives at the stop closest to the school and leaves again, leaving the first-graders to observe, some with contempt and some with curiosity, the place where they will spend their next 4 years of their life. The gates open and a crowd of students, all freshman year, makes their way while the principal of the institute speaks through a microphone and introduces the school, the teachers and finally announces the classes. The kids at South Park Elementary are divided into 8 sections ranging from A to H. 1A: Eric Cartman, Wendy Testaburger, Kenny McCormick; 1B: none; 1C: Craig Tucker, Tolkien Black, Tweek Tweak; 1D: Annie Knitts; 1E: Heidi Turner, Nichole Daniels; 1F: Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Butters Stotch; 1G: Clyde Donovan, Bebe Stevens; 1H: None. The boys, after having listened and chatted first of all about the classes and classmates they have met with, head towards their new school where they will spend their next three years.

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Hello and thanks to everyone who read this rather haphazard first chapter. This is my first fanfic or story that I write freely, because I felt like it (not like the themes), and my main language is not english, I'm italian so I'm sorry if there are some wrong speech. It should be a ff focused mainly on style, but I don't know if I will also add the stories of the other ships, you tell me what I should do. I'm quite busy with school, which is why I will prepare some chapters before publishing it (the idea came to me towards the end of July/beginning of August). If you want this in italian just ask me~

So I'm sorry but when I finish the chapters already written don't expect me to post as frequently as other times. And so for the moment I leave you, to the next chapter.

Byee~

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#south park #style #south park fanfiction #sp kenjorine #kenny x butters

[blackcoffeeandtextbooks]

Day one of school holidays. The parenting while studying struggle is real. She wants tv, I gotta study, noise cancelling headphones save my life. Anyway. The show must go on.

#chaotic academia #student #university #studying #parenting #oh god who invented school holidays #two weeks of madness

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #hoo #toa #pjo #x reader #jason grace x reader #demigod x reader #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #piper mclean x reader #annabeth chase x reader #frank zhang x reader #hazel levesque x reader #nico di angelo x reader #hoo preferences #pjo preferences #toa preferences #rick riordan #riordanverse #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez imagines #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez preferences #angst #jason grace #jason x reader

[tortilla-of-courage]

Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

#attllhak #im once again rendered speechless (in a good way) by your creative mind attllhak #tortilla asks #long post #linked universe #ask to tag #injury mention

[decennia]

can you give me some fun facts about the hufflepunks? 🥰

YES WE'RE GONNA GIVE MORE IT'S THE SEASON OF HUFFLEPUNK

Althea Abbott

Has been known to never be able to turn down a stray. She accumulated so many lost animals, it got to the point her father, Joseph Abbott, started an animal adoption centre at the end of the summer holiday.

Her patronus is a Peruvian Vipertooth, a dragon that is diminutive in stature. but is one of the deadliest species.

Her boggart becomes Theodore's father, Cantankerous Nott IV, following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.

She didn't speak to her sister, Hannah, for three weeks straight because of the "Potter Stinks" badge she refused to take off. Althea thought they were cruel.

Whenever Althea or Hannah are upset, the other sister will hum them the lullaby their mother would sing to them when they were younger. It was Hermione Granger that told them they'd been humming Hey Jude by The Beatles.

Susan Bones

Sue became fascinated with muggle studies, and went on to study at a normal muggle school after Hogwarts. She sucks at math.

She was hospitalized for a bite wound she sustained putting herself between a first year and a snake Amycus Carrow had conjured to "teach the child a lesson."

Her favourite muggle invention are rollerskates.

In spite of all the teasing, she actually is a little clairvoyant. She knows exactly which route to travel through the castle, even when the staircases have changed.

She's a conspiracy nut, so she fully believed Sirius Black was not the Potters' betrayer. There was simply too much contradicting evidence.

Ernest "Ernie" Macmillan

Ernie once accidentally broke into the Restricted Section of the library. He didn't know how he ended up there, he'd been looking for a book on Pygmy Puffs, but oh, God, why was the book screaming at him—?

He shares a room with his best mate, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Zacharias Smith, who he really doesn't get along well with. Justin and Ernie often find themselves hanging out in the girls' room with Althea, Hannah, and Sue, usually to avoid Zach, who never shuts up about how much better than everyone he is because he's a direct descendant of Helga Hufflepuff.

Will demolish a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans without a second's hesitation because "that's the trick behind it, see? The good flavours will cancel out the bad ones and — Merlin's beard, this is disgusting, why are none of you stopping me right now, I'm doing it again, stop me, I have no self control—?!"

In fact, Ernie Macmillan is hardly ever without snacks.

He has a pen pal from Uagadou. He sends him snacks, too.

#i love them so much #y'all don't understand #the hufflepunks #oc: althea abbott #susan bones #ernie macmillan #fic: a funeral march in eight #fic: afmie

[eievuimemes]

CASPER (1995) SENTENCE STARTERS

“ [name] is growing up beautifully because of you. “

“ A little dog named [name] - a bitch. Just. Like. You ! “

“ A single guy your age is more likely to become a bank hostage than to make new friends. “

“ Are you a burglar ? “

“ Are you a ghost yet ? “

“ But what about the party ? “

“ Can I just say something here ? Get a little personal ? “

“ Can I keep you ? “

“ Could this be an expression of hostility ? “

“ C’mon, we’d have a great time together. “

“ Did she forget about me ? “

“ Do you need someone to talk to ? “

“ Do you want everyone in school to think we’re chicken ? “

“ Don’t scream, okay ? I get that a lot. “

“ Found your Visa card. “

“ God, I’d kill for a pinky. “

“ He had invented a machine to bring him back to life. “

“ Hey, sounds great ! Who’s that ? “

“ Hey, that’s my treasure ! “

“ He’s just a little…dead. “

“ High - this is very high ! “

“ I can watch over both of you until we’re together again. “

“ I can’t croak him now ! “

“ I come here every night. “

“ I have everything ! I’m just perfect ! “

“ I have no unfinished business ! “

“ I have quite a bit of experience. Not, y’know, like exactly doing it, but, uh- I’ve studied it. “

“ I must warn you that I am armed ! “

“ I think [name] is having one of them breakdowns. “

“ I told you I was a good dancer. “

“ I wonder why you don’t remember anything. “

“ Is she available ? “

“ It looks as if though we’re gonna go into sudden death overtime ! “

“ It’s just for tonight. Sort of a Cinderella deal. “

“ It’s so much nicer out here in the flesh- fresh air. “

“ It’s time. “

“ It’s what brings ghosts back to life. “

“ It’s your house. You’re haunting it. “

“ I’d like to make contact with you. “

“ I’d say we got a deal. “

“ I’m free ! I’ve never felt so good in my life ! “

“ Just stayed behind, so my dad wouldn’t be lonely. “

“ Listen, cut the crap, okay !? “

“ My dad hid it so no one could find it ! “

“ My MAAAAN ! “

“ Not the nose ! “

“ Now, don’t you feel just awful ? “

“ Oh, [name]. It’s perfect. “

“ Okay, okay. But can he do this ? “

“ Possession is nine-tenths of the law. “

“ She’s always treated you right. “

“ Show yourself ! “

“ Shut up and get your head down ! “

“ So, did you ask your dad about the party ? “

“ Some people go through life never questioning the norm. “

“ Stop being such a weenie ! “

“ The living impaired are known for haunting us. My question is: what’s haunting them ? “

“ They can’t haunt a pile of rubble for christ sake ! “

“ They need help sometimes. Just like the rest of us. “

“ This is beautiful. “

“ This place is a freaks holiday. “

“ Uh…where are we ? “

“ Um, [name] ? We’re in a closet. “

“ Wait ‘til you see it. “

“ We were just starting to have fun ! “

“ Well, that’s not really the focus of our sessions here. “

“ We’re gonna booze it until we lose it ! “

“ What a tragic waste. She had my favourite sunglasses. “

“ What, so silent ? “

“ What, you think I’m blind ? Of course I’ve seen her ! Who hasn’t ? “

“ Where’s dinner, I’m starving ! “

“ Who you gonna call ? …Someone else. “

“ Who’s got their pointy head in my-? “

“ Why don’t we just roll you in aluminum foil and you could go as a leftover ? “

“ Why don’t you tell us something special about yourself ? “

“ You actually live there ? “

“ You always made your costume. “

“ You know what the problem is ? [name]’s got no respect for us ! “

“ You’ve actually seen her ? “

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters

[miss-nov]

Over-Emotional: Danny Phantom Oneshot.

Original idea by @amabsis on their post right here!!

[Originally written on a reblog of the prompt but it went all screwy and left an incomplete version so I made it it's own post and I've made a few grammar and spelling edits. Sorry for any confusion!!]

(This is the first thing I've ever written for the DP Phandom so I apologize if it's a little OOC)

⚠️(TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK AND GORE!!!!!)⚠️

  Danny drifted through the skies of Amity Park, following the streets which were slick with recent rain. The stars twinkled merrily above and the beams from the street lights seemed to buzz through the comforting, crisp air. Not a sound disrupted the mellow atmosphere and ghosts had appeared to leave tonight alone and retired to their lairs. A soothing night such as this would have been Danny's favorite; it would have been a much needed break from his overly stressful life.

  Yet Danny couldn't shake off the creeping apprehension even as he twisted in and out of alleyways back into the lit roads.

  His parents had been working tirelessly  on a project that they wouldn't tell him and Jazz about. Jack, their father, would always jump at the chance to describe what he was doing and couldn't keep his antics quiet for long. Maddie's, their mother, eyes would have brightened as she recounted the innovate idea she had conjured and the necessary calculations she could toy around with. These facts coupled with Jazz and Danny casually inquiring about their latest project would make them incredibly ecstatic.

  But whenever the two had asked about it, put off by the unusual quiet of the parents, had only been given an amused smile and an occasional wink.

  Tonight, before Danny's patrol and during dinner, Jazz had managed to weasel some information out of them. Though, it left more questions than answers.

  "So, you guys have been in the lab a lot recently," Jazz said conversationally. "Working on some new ghost stuff? It seems important if you're spending most of the day down there."

  Maddie had given her a deliberate look like someone who'd finally decided to take a second cookie.

  "It's our greatest invention yet," she said lowly and excitedly. "I think your dad and I have found the solution to our little ghost problem."

  The siblings gulped and tried to suppress their shudders.

  "It's not going to hurt them is it? Phantom and the other ghosts." Jazz's voice was even and didn't show a hint of a tone shift.

  "Surprisingly, no. No harm will be dealt to them. It's not like they can feel anyway. That's exactly the problem," Jack chimed excitedly before going back to his ectoplasm contaminated lasagna.

  "Besides, we wouldn't want to hurt the object of our daughter's affection.  We all know about your crush on Phantom," Maddie teased but then added with a small frown. "Though it's not healthy to have a crush on ghosts at all."

 Jazz gave an aggressive gagging noise and Danny was torn between hysterical laughter and a gag of his own. Dinner resumed as normal —well, as normal as you could get being a Fenton— and Danny took note of the fact his parents had refused to say anymore.

  Danny was busy going over and dissecting the conversation and lax in his attention to his surroundings by the inactivity that he didn't notice the two shadow-cloaked figures tailing him. The taller one with a broader build was holding an intimidating gun, that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sci-fi movie, on his back.

  Maybe I should head back, Danny thought to himself. I have so much homework due and a test tomorrow. A pop quiz in calculus and a lab in science. I have to meet Nathan at my study hall period and at lunch. Liz needs my help…

  On and on the list went as Danny subtlety started flying home. Just thinking of things that needed done was making him more anxious and tired.

  "Phantom, we'll have you now," Jack cried, his voice echoing in the hollow streets.

  Danny turned around, slightly aggravated when he was struck by a violet beam and plummeted, crashing to the sidewalk.

  "Jack! I told you to wait," Maddie chastised as they walked over to Danny who had barely sat up.

  His head swam and Maddie and Jack looked like the reflections of a carnival fun house mirror. Though his vision corrected itself quickly.

  "I think you might have given him a concussion. But that doesn't make sense, ghosts don't have brains," Maddie said, slightly confused. She reached out to gingerly place her fingertips on Danny's temple and he flinched.

  "Don't touch me!!" Danny had yelled louder then he meant to and his voice came out with an extra echo; like he had been about to use his ghostly wail. The three stilled before Danny began crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on Jack and Maddie at all times.

  "I don't wanna hurt you," Danny whimpered and tears sprang to eyes like a line of men ready to battle. Why the hell was he crying!? He didn't cry easy, at least not of late, and he'd been in these situations and worse without crying so why was he breaking down now??

  Maddie looked at him with wide eyes and her hand, which had still been suspended in shock, dropped to her belt and Danny panicked.

  "Don't hurt me!" Danny tried to pick himself up to fly, to get the hell out of dodge but when he went to stand his vision and black an —god why were his veins burning with adrenaline???

  Danny's chest was caving, that was the only explanation as his ribs seized and threatened to crush his lungs. His heart had left its place and sprinted from the back of his throat down to right beneath his collarbone before starting all over again. Has his hands always been this sweaty??? Tremors wracked through his limbs —he couldn't deal with this now!! He needed to finish his Hamlet essay, and review his history notes, and hadn't Liz asked him to buy popsicle sticks for their art project??? That's what he had forgotten!! He can't think of this now!! Maddie and Jack could easily catch him now —but oh, God was he screwed when —if— when he went to school the next day.

  "Phantom, you're having a panic attack," Maddie said calmly.

  "No, shit there, Sherlock." Danny bit his bottom lip to prevent another scathing comment from escaping. Usually he had better control of his mouth believe it or not. He put his head between his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on, well, nothing. He felt tears slip from his eyes and barely stopped himself from screaming.

  "You know what a panic attack is?" Jack titled his head as he scanned over his shaking form.

  "Jack did you put the settings up too high while we were following him?"

  "Of course not! I was very careful not to bounce anything out of place. You've Done the math, four times, it should be perfectly calibrated." Jack twisted the purple and silver metallic gun in his hands, giving it a thorough look over.

  "What the fuck are you two talking about!!" The scientists' head whipped back to see Danny's eyes glowing a tad brighter than before and his mouth transfixed into a snarl. Maddie slid a careful hand to her holster.

  "Our newest invention. Ghosts, well most of them, are just whispers of feelings that people once had. They can't actually feel and so they do bad things or... or they mimic human behaviors really well to make it seem like they do, like they're human." Maddie's voice trailed off at the end as if seeing if he would explode.

  Danny felt that normally he would have but he started to hyperventilate. How was he going to reverse it??? Was there even a way to do so or did they not include a reverse button by mistake (on purpose?) like they had mistakenly put the 'on' button inside the portal??

  "We're going to take you to the lab. Check your... concussion and to stabilize your mood. Run a few tests..."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh—

   They would strap him down and cut and lay his chest open like a butterfly steak and their hungry eyes would roam over him and their hands would devour him by pulling at his nerve endings and removing his organs and Danny would scream until his voice was hoarse and then some like a helpless lamb. Would he bleed blood or ectoplasm when they drained him? Would they take turns as he bleed out?? Or would they flow out together like some sort of demented, holiday dinner?? Or—

  "Phantom! You need to calm down." Maddie was at his side (when had she gotten there?) and was squeezing his hand. Danny briefly noted her eyes were filled with worry as her goggles hung at her neck. "Just breathe with me okay, please."

  "Breathe with her, buddy" Jack, who sat on the other side of Danny, whispered as he gently rubbed circles on the boy's lower back. "It's gonna be okay. We aren't going to hurt you."

  Danny wanted to say a smart aleck remark about them not having the same sentiment five minutes ago but instead focused on his breathing. He faced his head skyward and tried to count the stars. Nothing but him and the stars, no home— just the stars.

  Danny was reminded of the time he went stargazing with the rest of his family. A rare occasion as Maddie and Jack seemed to always be working. They had smiled so big at him as he pointed out constellations, awestruck. Jazz had nodded along as she listened attentively with a smile of her own. The night hadn't been more clear in months and more stars then usually were out. The picnic blanket they laid on was soft and him and Jazz had rested in between their parents and God they had been so happy then—

  Danny let out an involuntary sob. The melancholy seemed to come from the depths of his chest but at least it seemed to push out the panic.

  "Phantom," Maddie asked as she huddled closer to him. Phantom, not Danny. It hadn't really bothered him before; they didn't know it was him so why would they call him by his name?

  But it still made him cry harder. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to so, so bad.

  Jazz had urged him to tell them. But Danny had always been afraid. Scared that they wouldn't want him anymore.

  Now the sadness had overwhelmed the fear and the panic. He felt so isolated even when his parents were next to him, right there, trying to coax him into being calm. He had to tell them. He had to do it now because he wouldn't be this impulsive again.

  He felt the white rings gloss over him and heard Jack yell out "Phantom". When it was over he heard them gasp.

  "D-Danny," Maddie choked out.

   "I'm so sorry," Danny said through his tears. He chanted it over and over again as his parents reassured him that he had nothing to be sorry for and that they should apologize.

  The three sat there for quite some time, huddled close and crying together.

  Soon they would head home and take care of Danny's quickly healing concussion and reverse the effects of the gun. They would ask questions tomorrow after school but, for now, they tucked him into bed, something they hadn't done since he was eleven, and gave him their good night kisses on his temple before creeping to their room unaware of Jazz watching them from her bedroom door. She would text Sam and Tucker an explanation and ask them to give Danny the answers to the homework in the morning. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.

  The streets were barely slick with rain anymore. The stars twinkled merrily and the street lights buzzed. The crisp, cool air was calm and mellow. The night soothing and the Fentons were a family once again.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #danny phantom prompt #danny phantom prompt fill #danny phantom oneshot #danny phantom fic #prompt fic #prompt fill #prompt oneshot

[readinginthereadyroom]

— Witch’s Canyon (Supernatural #2), by Jeffrey J. Mariotte

just. I CANNOT WITH THIS.

so the premise here is that dean is faking being stupid (about how the grand canyon was formed) in order to tease sam. and for a minute sam falls for it.

and sam’s knee-jerk reaction is to blame it on john. that he messed up dean’s education so badly. so fundamentally. that dean’s utmost interior self is damaged beyond repair.

which means we’re talking about more than school here. we’re talking about the fundamental building blocks of a person. a soul, if you will. which plato defined as the combination of intellect, emotion, and needs. aka the head and the heart and the body.

intellect = standard k-12 education

woefully lacking. I’m not sure if we ever learn how many total schools sam and dean attend (likely different amounts), but the lack of stable education would have a lasting negative impact on their ability to learn.

case in point: dean. he’s a high school dropout. he consistently self-deprecates (spn book #2). and he doesn’t consider himself as smart as either sam or john.

emotion = emotional development

I’m only mid-s3 on my rewatch but I can name some pretty bad instances of john not meeting (or modeling) sam and dean’s emotional needs.

he misses holidays (spn 3x08), he pits the boys against each other, he’s manipulative, he keeps secrets. oh and how about the big one—he tells dean to MURDER HIS BROTHER if/when he goes demon blood evil (spn 2x01).

needs = basic care of a child

not gonna mince words here. john is homeless. by choice. he stays at motels or in the car or couch surfs—and he forces sam and dean to as well.

and since john is too obsessed with hunting, that means dean becomes sam’s primary caregiver. by default. because there is no one else. dean feeds sam, makes sure he is entertained, that he gets to school. that they have enough money (and all that implies).

which means that dean doesn’t have a primary caregiver. his very basic needs of food and shelter are not met. he suffers so sam doesn’t have to.

and then there’s the survivalist hunter training. memorizing lore, killing monsters, wielding weapons. it’s the antithesis of how to build a soul. I’m not even that surprised that sam thinks dean is damaged. he’s so lucky that he isn’t.

and it’s really because of dean that sam is as well-adjusted as he is. how he made it thru 4 years of college—not the courses or the tests, but just being a normal guy. who makes friends. who has a girlfriend. who no one ever questions about his past. because why would joe-schmo sam even have a past worth wondering about? he’s just like everyone else.

but the thing is. doesn’t cas tell dean that his soul is beautiful at some point? the righteous man and all that. the implication being that it’s because he’s an arch-angel’s true vessel that his soul is so pure and wonderful.

but what if... what if he’s not the righteous man by only birthright? what if his soul only shines so brightly because it was destroyed? john ground dean into dust under his author/father/god heel. but dean just stood up, dusted off the shards, and kintsugi-ed himself back together.

dean took all his broken pieces and found ways to repair them. took the time and got his GED. had bobby and sam to care about him. turned the impala into a home. lined himself in gold and silver and platinum mortar.

and that is what cas saw when he lifted dean from perdition. what ultimately made him fall (and fall in love). if dean was born to be the righteous man. born for a purpose. then in order to fulfill that fate he first had to be broken. and it was in the breaking and the repair that dean crafted himself a brand new soul. a better one.

but no one saw. no one but cas.

because cas has a crack in his chassis. he’s been repeatedly grace-lobotomized. he’s different and he knows it. cas took one look at dean’s soul and understood that it was a template. that he could repair, even transform, his grace. piece himself back together better than before.

only first he’ll have to “break” himself further. run away from his author/father/god (who also happens to be thee biblical god). and leap or fall. depending on your pov.

and in so doing cas invented free will. pledged himself to humanity. to an inevitable human life. to dean.

and then spn 15x20 happened. >:|

#I write a beautiful meta spec #it encompasses canon-adj books and the canon eps #I HAVE SOLVED THE DESTIEL #only to have it all negated by 15x20 #the entirety of a 15 yr narrative arc just DECIMATED #dean should be alive #cas should be human #there should be a reciprocal declaration of love #saileen gets some adorbs in the background #jack should not be god (maybe a toddler) #heaven hell purgatory etc are abolished #and all monsters becomes just some guy (gender neutral) a la chuck #spn witch’s canyon #jeffrey j mariotte #spn books 02 #spn #john winchester’s a+ parenting #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #sam winchester #saileen

[ickle-ronniekins]

secrets

request from anon: Hi!I was wondering if I could possibly request something.Surprise me with either twin,I don’t mind!Maybe a story where she’s really close friends with them both,one a little more so,however they’re both oblivious to the others’ feelings.Could be set in the Burrow n Molly thinks they’re dating so she’s making comments and happens to say like “it’s okay if you want to kiss around us” etc and they’re both like what??N then confess feelings maybe!Thank you so much, I love your blog and writing!!!

word count: 2.3k

pairing: fred x reader

A/N: guys my writer’s block sucks right now so i’m so terribly sorry if this is choppy and awful—i rewrote it six times i kid you not, wtf is up with me lately??

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“Been ages since we’ve seen you,” George said as he pulled you into a tight embrace outside of the Burrow. The summer holiday was boring enough without your friends. But blimey, how many more people could Molly Weasley fit into her home? “Missed you!”

“Missed you too, George,” you beamed, even though it hadn’t really been that long—only a few weeks since the last school term ended, but it seemed like years. You were certainly thrilled to be back at one of your favorite places in the world. “Hey, Fred.”

Fred was leaning against the side of his house, watching you with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His eyes were sparkling underneath the moonlight. You’d arrived later than you thought you would. “Who invited you here?”

“Oi, shove off,” you said, walking up to him and pushing on his chest. You held out your arms for an embrace and smiled teasingly at him, “Come give your favorite girl a hug.”

Favorite girl. To hide any feelings that may have been showing in his facial expression, he wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly—so much so in fact that you were lifted off of the ground and he then proceeded to spin you in a circle. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Ginny giggling in the kitchen. Fred’s heart was pounding in his chest as he breathed in the scent of your flowery shampoo—something he didn’t realize he missed so much until this exact moment. When he placed you down, he took a deep breath and did his best to push down any nervousness rising in his chest—and so did you. Because, as it turns out, you had a huge secret you were trying to hide.

You were mad for him.

“We’ve missed you,” he said casually. “‘m really happy you’re here.”

You gulped. God, you’d missed him too. You grinned at him, “Me, too.”

Mrs. Weasley pulled you into an embrace and said, “So happy to have you, dear—hungry? I can whip something up for you,”

Gratefully, you thanked her and made your way into the Burrow, hugging Ginny excitedly and racing up to her room to change into more comfortable pajamas, something that everyone else was already in.

After a bit of dinner and a very large cup of tea, Ron suggested a few games of exploding snap before heading to bed—him versus George, you versus Fred, Ginny versus Harry. Hermione sat next to you all in the armchair, scribbling quickly in a notebook clutched tightly in her hands.

“D’you think a lot of people are going to come out for Quidditch tryouts this year?” Ron asked casually, although it was easy to tell he was already looking forward to it.

You felt sad at the thought. It was your seventh and final year at Hogwarts, your last chance to play for the team you’ve been on since your second year. “Dunno, mate,” Harry replied truthfully.

Fred and George were certain you three, and Harry as well, would make the team again this year.

“How do you know, exactly?” Ginny asked her older brother mockingly.

Fred just laughed and replied, “‘Cause we’re brilliant, that’s why.”

You actually snorted due to laughter. “Way to be modest, Fred,” you replied teasingly as he glanced admiringly at you across the table, shuffling the cards in his hands yet again.

“We are!” He tried to justify his last statement. It didn’t work—Ginny scoffed at him. Softer, he said, “Well—you are,”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, because his smirk spoke nothing but sarcasm—but when his eyes finally met yours, all you saw was softness.

“Thanks,” you replied brightly as he grinned at you. Your heart began to thump a bit harder in your chest—could he hear it? Could George? You caught Ginny’s eye and she grinned cheekily at you, turned back toward Harry, and went rosy-cheeked.

Fred bit down on his bottom lip and opened his mouth to speak, when a card exploded and made you both jump. “Oi, take it easy on me, would you? You’ve already won every bloody round!”

You began shuffling the cards as George stifled a laugh at his brother. “It’s in the cards, Freddie.” When you glanced back up at him to see him smiling sweetly at you, it seemed as though he didn’t really mind that you’d been winning.

When everyone became rather tired and shuffled off to bed for the evening, you stood outside Ginny’s room on the first floor, joking back and forth with Fred and George who were on the other end of the hallway near the steps before heading up to their own room.

“Got big plans this year.” Fred told you brightly.

“More inventions, then?”

“Loads,” George replied, placing his hands in his pockets, “care to test them out with us?”

You eyed the two of them suspiciously, as they laughed and glanced at one another before turning back towards you. “Only if you know they’re safe—‘m not risking burning my eyebrows off, or increasing the size of my tongue, only to have it stuck that way.”

“Deal,” they said together. Then George continued, “I’m knackered—see you both in the morning.”

As his twin shuffled up the staircase, Fred turned back towards you, his heart rate beginning to increase yet again. You began picking at your nails. He lowered his voice a bit, “We’ve got bigger plans than just inventions, actually.” He’d been wanting to spill his guts to you for ages. Maybe this time, he’d be able too.

He had you now. You raised your eyebrows at him and asked, “Really? Like what?”

“Not here,” he replied quietly, looking around to make sure nobody could hear him, “it’s kind of a secret—a big one, actually.. reckon we’ll have to sneak somewhere alone so I can tell you—”

Just then, Mrs. Weasley appeared next to you both carrying a load of laundry, making both of you jump, and smiled sweetly at her son. She’d clearly heard bits and pieces of the conversation, because she pointed at him and said sternly, “Freddie—there’ll be no sneaking anywhere,”

He went rosy and rolled his eyes when he looked at you. “Oi, mum—”

“Besides, you don’t have to pretend around us lot,” Mrs. Weasley began, placing a hand to her son’s cheek, “it’s alright if you want to cuddle or hold hands or kiss in front of us—just no sneaking off.”

Confused beyond belief, both yours and Fred’s eyes widened in horror and you both began to sputter nervously at Mrs. Weasley. You felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. Fred’s mind was racing, nervous that his feelings were now obvious to his entire family—and to you. Because the truth was, that Fred Weasley absolutely adored you.. and you hadn’t the foggiest idea of it.

“Wait, what?”

Molly then swatted Fred playfully with a pair of socks. “And why didn’t you tell us that you and Y/N are dating, Freddie? I had to hear it from my youngest—”

You and Fred both peered into Ginny’s room, shooting her a look, when she and Hermione both began to giggle quietly and Ginny turned away and pretended to be occupied with her Quidditch gear and trunk.

“Mrs. Weasley, Fred and I aren’t dating—”

“We just get on really well, mum, I dunno where Ginny got this idea from,”

Mrs. Weasley went as red as a tomato and began blinking quickly. It was probably the quickest you’d ever heard her speak. Everyone seemed to be flabbergasted now. “Oh, dear, I’m so very sorry—I thought—we thought—you two’ve always just been so friendly, and—Ginevra!” Molly ran into Ginny’s room and you heard a dull thump, and emerged looking rather embarrassed indeed. “I—well—I do deeply apologize,”

You laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s no worry, Mrs. Weasley. Have a good night.”

She kissed your cheek, picked up her laundry basket, and headed up the stairs, leaving a mortified Fred Weasley and you alone, awkward and nervous.

“Well, erm—best be getting some sleep, shouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, we should,” Fred replied, clearing his throat and laughing. He tried, again, to sound casual, but instead just sounded very, very flustered. “Ginny’s out of her mind—see you in the morning, Y/N.”

“G’night, Fred,”

He turned on his heel and headed up the stairs to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to turn around and wrap himself around you, sneaking off into the dead of night to tell you how he felt, how he’s always felt, for as long as he could remember.

Little did he know that you were getting under the covers in Ginny’s room, wanting to do the exact same thing.

Morning came a little too quickly—the sun was shining brightly through the open crack in Ginny’s windows. Breakfast was exceptionally uncomfortable, as Ron and Hermione continued to argue about upcoming lessons, Ginny did her absolute best to try and not glance longingly at Harry every few minutes, and you and Fred pretended that everything that had happened the night before, didn’t. George sat back in his chair, watching all of this unfold, grinning giddily to himself.

You were out in the garden with Ginny, testing out moves for the upcoming Quidditch tryouts on her broom, not dare speaking of last night, when Mrs. Weasley came sauntering out of the kitchen.

“Ginevra, dear, I need you to help with lunch,” she said brightly.

Annoyed, Ginny replied, “But I’m talking with Y/N!”

Mrs. Weasley folded her arms across her chest, and Ginny rolled her eyes and begrudgingly made her way into the kitchen, feeling poorly. To you, Mrs. Weasley said, “Dear.. I want to apologize again for last evening.”

Oh no, you thought. Why did she keep bringing this up? It was making it more difficult for you to suppress. “Really, Mrs. Weasley, it’s okay—”

“Not sure what got into Ginny, telling me you two were together,” Mrs. Weasley shook her head in annoyance. Clearly she was not quite finished discussing it with you yet. You figured you’d just let it happen, at this point. “Silly girl. Supposed she thought she’d have a laugh. I’m just so very embarrassed.. but it did always seem as though you two were closer than the others?”

“We just get on very well, is all,”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Weasley replied, smiling cheekily at you now. Her too? “Well, in any case, I do hope I haven’t embarrassed you—” when you shook your head no, she continued, “lunch should be ready soon.”

When she walked back into the kitchen, you heard a laugh from the second floor window. You peered upwards, the sun in your eyes, in through the window to see Fred and George setting off some type of miniature fireworks and yelling in delight—something Mrs. Weasley would, no doubt, put to rest as soon as she found out.

You felt a softness overtake you when you watched him smile.

Later in the day, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione headed into the village. The Burrow was empty except for you, Fred, George, and Ginny.

While Ginny was busy practicing her Quidditch skills with George out in the yard, you and Fred were busy on the couch, involved in yet another game of exploding snap.

“There’s no bloody way in hell I’m taking Potions this year.”

“Pleeease?” you begged, pulling on his shirt. “I need to take it and I really don’t fancy being alone in the Dungeons with Snape and all the Slytherins.”

Fred laughed, “There’s not enough gold in the world, woman.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks a lot,”

“What would I get in return?”

“Two extra hours a day with me?”

Fred thought about this for a moment, and softened. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips while he considered this—more time with you, what more could he want? “You may have talked me into it—”

“—‘m sorry about last night.”

You seemed to have caught him off guard, because his breathing became a bit heavier and his cheeks went rosy. “Y’don’t need to be sorry, it was just a joke, wasn’t it?”

You were just going to say it. “Was it?” you asked softly, putting down the cards in your hands.

Fred swallowed over a lump in his throat. He was pretty sure his heart was pounding out of his chest, now. Did he dare tell you how he felt? “No, it wasn’t.”

With a surge of confidence, you pushed aside the pillow on the couch, threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You could feel his surprise at first, but then he sort of melted into it—your lips molded together and he swung his hands around your waist, squeezing tightly. As far as first kisses go, it wasn’t exactly what you expected—it was kind of clumsy and was interrupted when the both of you began to laugh in the middle of it.

You slapped him playfully across the chest. “Why are you laughing, you prat?”

He took your hands in his and squeezed them, “‘Cause, I just—why’d we wait so bloody long to do that?” He felt like he had re-entered his body with that kiss, something he’d been waiting years to do.

“Too busy teasing you,” you joked.

“Ha ha,” he replied mockingly.

You shook your head and said suddenly, “Can’t believe they were right.”

Fred placed a hand behind your neck. “‘m glad they were.”

You did your best to hold back a large smile as he pulled you into him again for another kiss—this time, a lot slower and not as clumsy. In fact, you pulled him to his feet, forgetting all about the game of exploding snap, and tugged him towards the stairs to head up to his room. You glanced at the clock—you still had about an hour or so before the other lot said they’d be back. “Still want to sneak off with me—even if we get caught?”

Fred smiled and said, “Reckon it’ll be worth it.”

“Your mum’s going to murder us.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

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'Tis the Season- Percabeth

AN: Percabeth AU where Sally Blofis is an art teacher and a new student has just moved in down the street.  Percy wants nothing more than to spend his Saturday relaxing on the couch with his little sister, but when he meets this new blonde... well, needless to say things weren’t what he planned.

This is based on a real encounter my friend had so thanks Caeden, I hope you learn her name :)

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Percy puffed a mouthful of ice-cold air through his conjoined fists as he rocked back and forth on his heels.  He glared at the bare wooden door, manifesting it to open as he knocked again with more force this time, suddenly annoyed at everything-; the early hour, the freezing weather, the art supplies his mother had asked him to drop off at her new student’s house- the student that also happened to be his new neighbor, and even the lack of decoration on said neighbor's house.  

He couldn’t believe it, but sure enough, his hand had come into contact with the one door in the neighborhood- hell- the one door in New York that didn’t have a wreath on it.  

No lights rimmed the house’s massive exterior and no cheesy blow-up Frosty’s or Rudolph’s littered the front yard, no smoke came from the wood-burning chimney which was everyone’s favorite house perk around this time of year, and from what Percy could see through the windows, no extravagantly bright Christmas tree stood anywhere in the house.

Who were these people?  And what the hell was wrong with them?

Percy almost felt as if it was a personal attack on himself and his family who always went all out for the holidays starting right as October ended, shoving up the largest tree they could find in the living room and munching on his mother’s delicious blue chocolate chip cookies as he and Estelle decorated the tree.  

His little sister had even asked him to let her put the star on the tree this year and Percy had been more than obliged to do so, lifting her up until she sat on his shoulders and reached over his head to set their Christmas in motion.

So as he stared at the cold dark house, he couldn’t help but feeling a negative prejudice against them without having met the people. 

Distaste soured his mouth as he rolled his eyes and scooped up the box of heavy art supplies that had been lying at his feet.  This time his knock was anything but friendly and something a bit too aggressive for the holiday season. Percy heard rushed angry footsteps stomp through the house before the heavy door flew open as if it was nothing to reveal-

“God what-”  

The rest of the words buzz out of comprehension in Percy’s mind as he stared at the blonde in front of him.  He wondered if his jaw had dropped to the floor or if he was just imagining the sudden hollowness in his stomach and facial features as though one look from her had made his soul soluble and had phased through his body and onto the ground, ready to be stepped on by her.

She was- well, she was gorgeous.

Wearing simple black leggings and a sweatshirt covered with a flannel and toes covered in fuzzy bear socks.  The girl couldn’t have been any older or younger than him if Percy had to guess, but her high and defined cheekbones gave her the illusion of utmost respect and entitlement that also happened to frame her face in the picture of elegance.  Her tan skin indicated that she definitely wasn’t from New York or anywhere without too much sun but with her blonde hair it was unlikely that her tan was too genetic.  It was wildly curly, stuck in a strange knot she had clearly done up at the last minute, even forgetting some pieces that were sticking out in ringlets that framed her perfect face, some of them even covering up her eyes.

Her eyes.

God, Percy didn’t even know what to think about her eyes or where to start. The sharp gray color like storm clouds that reflected a power he didn’t know a teenage girl could possess?  Or the sharp electricity of the calculating gaze they fixed him with?  Her eyes held an intensity unlike Percy had ever experienced and he found himself unable to pull away- matching her look with his own, and green and gray met in the middle, colliding in some sort of delightful chaos.  

Apparently, she had asked Percy a question- she was now looking at him under raised brows.

“Uh-” Percy managed out.  “Sorry, what?”

The girl opened her mouth as if to snap out a retort but quickly shut it tried again, her eyes slipping away from his for a second before returning.

“I asked if I could help you?” she asked, not kindly.  But Percy couldn’t have cared less considering that her voice was just about as perfect as her face- smoky and lower than a girls usually was.  He knew he could listen to it for hours.

“Hello?  Are you conscious?” 

Or- maybe not.  

Get it together Percy.

“Sorry I’m just- uh, never mind.  It’s so cold I think I have a brain freeze,” he tried.

She didn’t laugh, and he couldn’t say he was surprised.  But something in her features softened, making her look younger, and the cold sent a blush onto her cheeks.

“So...” she urged him.

“Oh!” he reached into the top of the box to pull out a white piece of paper.  “Uh, I’m supposed to give this to... Annabeth Chase?”  

The girl inhaled and held out her arms, letting them drop to her sides after a second.

“That’s me.”

Annabeth.  And of course, the name had to suit her perfectly, clearly chosen with thought about which two names to mesh together for a child intelligent enough to probably invent a new space shuttle.

“Great.”  Percy had managed to find his voice again.  “This is for you.  From my Mom.”  She fixed him with a bemused look and as an explanation, he said, “She’s the art teacher at Goode, and because of the stuff her AP students are doing she usually thinks its easier for them to use her own supplies instead of the crappy public school stuff.”

Annabeth had started nodding halfway through his sentence, clearly picking up the hint quickly enough and before Percy could move an inch, the box was out of his hands and in Annabeth’s arms.  She held the weight like it was nothing which Percy- due to the walk there- could say definitely wasn’t true.  

“You don’t have to-”

“I’ve got it,” she replied dismissively.  “Anything else?”

“Trying to get rid of me so quickly Chase?” he smirked to cover up how fast his heart was pounding as her eyes met his.

“Well you know what they say.  When you try and don’t succeed...” 

“Ouch!” Percy feigned an injury, clutching his numb hand to his shoulder as if he had been shot.  But Annabeth just rolled her eyes and Percy was able to catch the almost unrecognizable tilt to the side of her lip in a small smile.  A beat of warmth coursed through him at the sight.  “I was also sent to give you...” 

Percy picked up the tin container that was on the ground next to Annabeth’s feet.

“These.”

“What are they?” she asked, and her gray eyes took on a curious note.

“They’re your official welcome to the neighborhood- from my Mom.  They’re cookies, she makes the best batch you’ll ever taste.”  Annabeth’s mouth almost pulled into a smile before flattening out again and when she looked back at him- well, Percy didn’t know what to think.

She arched a brow.  “What if I said I’m allergic to gluten?”

Percy smiled, playing along.  “I’d say you’re an awful liar and a buzzkill.”

“And if I said I just don’t like chocolate chip cookies?”

“I’d say you’re a psychopath and a witch.  How did you know they’re chocolate chip?”  When Annabeth smiled, a piece of Percy’s heart seemed to chip off, leaving him breathless at how beautiful it was.

“I guess I can just read you like a book Jackson,” she shrugged then turned her back to him as she looked inside the house as if contemplating something.

“Well, I have to put this inside and I’d rather your Mom didn’t fail me for killing her son, so you can come in.”  She didn’t wait for his response before turning and strutting into her house, leaving Percy with no other option but to follow.

He closed the door behind him and relished the warmth of the massive house and before he could look around Annabeth was back at his side and grabbing the tin of cookies from him.  She opened the lid and took one out- pausing to observe it.

She adorably quirked an eyebrow upwards.  “Blue?”

Percy shrugged, scratching the back of his neck to cover up how red it probably was.

“What’s wrong with blue?”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with blue.  Your choice?” she assumed, and Percy could just nod.  She was sharp, he’d give her that.

He tried not to watch as she took a bite and her eyes widened a fraction. 

“Are you sure your mom is an art teacher and not God?  These are amazing!” Percy smiled and rolled his eyes, shrugging.  His first Annabeth Chase compliment, and it had been to his mother.  

“Every Mom has two things,” he said, and he watched as Annabeth’s gray eyes darkened a fraction.  

“No,” she said quietly, finishing off the cookie and dusting her fingers off.  “They don’t.”  Percy opened his mouth to say something but Annabeth had moved to the kitchen counter and was unpacking his mother’s box.

He glanced around the room in silence, his eyes quickly migrating to a painting he could have recognized anywhere.  His feet seemed to fly across the house quicker than ever to observe the painting and his jaw dropped as he realized-

“Annabeth.  Chase.” he managed out.

Annabeth spun around and one look at his face had her own turning cold and letting out a broken laugh.

“Of course you recognize the painting.  I keep forgetting you’re the son of an art teacher.”  Her feet were silent as she walked to stand next to him and observe the painting, her calculating gaze back on display.

“Your mother is Athena Chase?”  

“The one and only,” she replied without taking her eyes off of the painting.  Angry eyes.

Percy gaped at her, somehow even more impressed with the blonde girl in front of him.  If her mother was one of the best painters he had ever seen and she was in a college-level art class- he could only imagine how talented she was. “She’s amazing!  I mean- she painted The Eye of Nobody in-”

“Twenty minutes.  Yep, I’m aware.”  Annabeth’s eyes shot back to his and the fiery anger in them stopped him in his tracks.  “And if you’re just gonna stand there and gawk all day, you can look it up on the internet.  So if we’re done here...” she began walking towards the door and suddenly Percy was the angry one.  

He hadn’t said anything wrong.  So why was she suddenly so pissed at him?

The words were out before he could stop them.

“Do you have an issue with me?” 

Annabeth’s hand stopped on the handle of the door and she turned back to him, her gaze searing into his face.

“Did I say I have an issue with you?” she snapped.

“You seem like the type of girl who has an issue with everyone,” Percy shot back, suddenly sick of being Mr. Nice Guy.  

Since the moment she had opened the door, Annabeth had been colder than the ten-degree weather outside and Percy was just about sick of it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Annabeth folded her arms in front of her and Percy could’ve felt the power and stubbornness in the stance all the way from North Korea, where he would much rather have been at this moment.

“That maybe if you stopped glaring for two seconds people might tolerate you.” The measly seconds that Annabeth had smiled- or even stopped glaring- had made Percy feel warmer than any present on Christmas day, and it seemed to be the one thing Annabeth refused to do.  

“Don’t flatter yourself into thinking I care what you think of me Jackson,” she scoffed, and damn if the sound didn’t make him want to kiss her annoying face.   Glaring at him in blind anger and she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and Percy was starting to hate her for it.

“Bold of you to assume I was talking about me, Chase.  Maybe I was referring to whatever poor soul gets stuck walking next to you on the sidewalk.”

Her eyes flashed.

“It’s cute how ignorant you are.  Keep it up.  We wouldn’t want anyone to think the Jackson boy is anything less than perfect, now would we?”

“So you do think I’m cute?  At least you admit it,” Percy smirked.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, apparently done with this conversation.  Her mouth pulled into a cold smirk.  

“The only thing that I think is cute is your complete lack of knowledge about anything not having to do with your precious swim team,” she gestured to his Goode High Swimming hoodie, “or what skateboard you’re getting for Christmas this year,” she sneered.

“Oh because you think of much more important things,” he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t need to meet you to know that I do, Jackson.”

He hid how the comment stung, unable to give her the high ground.

“Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say, Miss Chase.  We wouldn’t want you to end up on the naughty list.”  

Annabeth gave him a look of pure disgust and yanked the door open, grabbing his arm with so much force that Percy wasn’t ready for how fast he was thrown out the door.  Percy ignored the electricity her touch had felt like on his arm as he looked at her again.

“I’ll tell you exactly where you can shove your list.”  She arched her brow as if in a challenge and Percy couldn’t help it as a laugh burst out of his mouth and he caught the lift of Annabeth’s before she turned it back down again.  

“Well I have to say, bantering you has been fun, it really has.  I probably burnt off enough calories to eat an entire tin of cookies again.  But that being said, I am sad to announce that it’s time for me to make my departure.”

“An unfortunate event,” Annabeth replied in a monotone voice while rolling her eyes.

Percy ignored her comment.  “Aw don’t worry Wise Girl, I know you’ll miss me but no need to fret.  I’m sure our paths will cross once more.  So with these final words, I leave you.”

“Why, Jackson, do you insist on being such a royal pain in my ass?”

“Well I can’t very well be a peasant pain, now can I?  Have you seen this face?” 

Annabeth took a step out of the house until they were almost nose to nose, due to her being a step above his and Percy’s heart skipped a beat.  

“Indeed I have.  You better get going before I change my mind about getting an A and make some changes to that pretty face.  And say thank you to your Mom for me.  For the supplies-and the cookies.”  

Had she said something?  Percy was hardly listening with how close they were.  She smelled of lemon.  Of course, she had to smell like one of the best scents ever.  

“Well in that case,” Percy managed to get out.  

So Percy forced himself to step back and didn’t mistake the look of victory in the blonde’s eyes as he walked back to the front of her house where the mailbox sat.  He turned back one final time.

“I knew you thought I was pretty Wise Girl,” he called out with a wink, and Percy would’ve paid money to see her roll her eyes in such a humorous way again.

“Maybe I was pitying you.  ‘Tis the season and all that,” she shrugged, leveling him with a gaze he never wanted to break.

“Have fun with Max, Mrs. Grinch,” was all Percy said as he walked off without hearing the retort he knew she had ready on her tongue.  

Because she always had something to say.  Annabeth Chase could dish it out as well as she could take it and Percy had never met anyone like her.  She was witty and intelligent, and so damn beautiful that he couldn’t resist looking back just in time to see her turn to go back into the house.

And there was no mistaking the expression on her face as anything other than a true, gorgeous Annabeth Chase smile.  

And hell if Percy didn’t trip on his own feet and go careening straight into Mr. D’s massive pile of old snow that lay on the side of his house after seeing it. The snow shocked him enough to get out of Annabeth land long enough to dust off the snow and stand again, shaking the wet snow out of his hair when he heard the unmistakable voice of a certain blonde.

“I saw that Jackson!”  

‘Tis the season indeed.

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ahhhhh!!  that’s it!  i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it even though i totally strayed from my original idea of a cutie meet cute hehe my bad.  but hey, what’s percabeth without a little fighting right?  

anyway, thank you so, so much for reading and ily!

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where ignorance is bliss - chapter 2: where grass was green

SUMMARY: Obadiah is off to Washington to assist with the war in Vietnam, and Peggy and Maria grow closer, as Maria learns something she wishes she didn't. [AO3 LINK]

CHAPTERS: 1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 ☆

November 15, 1959 – Bronx, New York, Obadiah’s Apartment

Struggling to find ways to pass the time after the war, Peggy frequented my apartment. The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division (or, S.H.I.E.L.D., as everyone says to save precious time) has been involved in the fight with Vietnam for a few years now. Obadiah left for Washington right after the Stark Expo to give weapons consult in the war, and I haven’t seen him in almost three months. We would write letters sometimes, and phone even less. I moved into Obie’s apartment to take care of the place while he was away for an indeterminate amount of time, and Peggy crashed in the living more times than she would care to admit.

“Did you love him?” I ask, fixing the two of us another round of Old Fashions. The empty Chinese carryout containers are scattered across the coffee table before us. There’s a good restaurant between the S.H.I.E.LD. Headquarters and the apartment, and Peggy will frequently grab something on the way here.

“I only knew him for a couple months,” Peggy replies, taking the glass. I curl up next to her on the couch, our heads leaning in towards each other. “So it’s hard to say. It could have been. We were both young, thrown together during some of humanity’s darkest days. We were all looking for something to believe in.”

She swirls the glass in her hand, lazily watching the whiskey fall back down the side before continuing.

“What about you and Obadiah? Is this love?”

“I don’t want to talk about him.” The corners of my mouth curl downwards on their own. Peggy notices. Peggy always notices.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“It’s more like paradise when he’s gone rather than when he’s here.”

“Why is he your boyfriend if you don’t even like him?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I take a large gulp of my Old Fashion, the whiskey burning the back of my throat. “He’s my fiancé.”

Peggy sits up, and my head slides off her shoulder to the cushion of the couch.

“Your what?” She takes my left hand into hers and finds my ring finger bare.

“I keep it in my sock drawer. Whether out of safekeeping or embarrassment, I’m not sure.” I sit up.

“When did this happen? And why did you say yes?” She looks at me with a tight expression, concern and worry on her face. Her red lipstick is all but gone, a faint imprint of it left on the rim of her class, and her usually tight curls hang loose around her neck and chin. If she weren’t so upset, I’d reach out to tuck one of them behind her ear.

“The last day of the Expo. He… He’s comfortable. We have our routine. We play chess together, I straighten his ties, I smile at the men he wants to invest in his company. I get some of the profits for my charities, and we make each other look good.” I frown at the empty glass in my hand and contemplate fixing another.

Peggy sets down her unfinished drink and looks at me. She has a way of effortlessly shifting her gaze from disapproving to comforting in a second. I never know if I’m going to be talking to the “unrelenting founder of S.H.I.E.LD.” Peggy or the “let’s go shopping and day-drinking” Peggy.

“I’m sure there’s a man out there that complements you and makes you feel good. You just-”

“-haven’t found him yet,” I finish her sentence. I’ve heard it from everyone – my parents, coworkers, strangers who learn I’m 23 and still unwed. 24, I remind myself; my birthday was on the fifth, less than two weeks ago. I feel the effects of the whiskey settling in, my eyes growing heavy and my weight shifting to my stomach. “You’re lucky to have experienced two great loves.”

“Daniel is far from a true love, hence why I stay with you the majority of the week. I’m also fourteen years older than you and have had more time to find them. I was 24 when I met Steve; there’s still plenty of time.”

“There doesn’t seem to be many men like Steve left.”

-

Peggy was gone without a word the next morning, and I am left alone with a pounding headache. By the time I wake, its well past noon on Saturday, and the mail’s already been delivered under the door.

I rifle through the envelopes once my toast is done, the coffee pot almost full, and the majority of the mail is addressed to Obadiah. Bills and letters of interest from inventors that I’m supposed to forward to him in DC. There’s a letter addressed to me in his precise, meticulous handwriting, but the one that interests me most is from Roxxon Oil Company, a large, thick packet with “CONFIDENTIAL” stamped across it. Naturally, I open it.

Maybe it’s the lingering hangover or the knowledge that Obie would forgive me for anything under the sun, but I rip open the envelope as I sip on my morning coffee, pouring all its contents out on to the table.

Most of the information doesn’t interest me, talking about drill efficiency and rigs and pipelines, until I find the balance sheet and investing information. I did get my master’s in accounting, as Obie tends to forget as he relegates me to a trophy wife. As I drift back into sobriety, the pieces start falling into place. Roxxon isn’t investing in Stane International; Stane is investing in Roxxon, and they were already profiting, working together, inventing together. The copies of the blueprints are of Obie’s design, seeking to create clean energy to replace gasoline down the road. In the last two years, Obadiah has made hundreds of thousands of dollars, with deposits and withdrawals from countless accounts, and reinvesting it, the paper trail deliberately as confusing as possible. I’d call it embezzlement if it weren’t his own company.

I get a scratch piece of paper and start doing the math. It isn’t adding up. Nothing is adding up, the dates and locations, let alone the cash, with several documents addressed from Russia. I sit up, my heart in my throat, pulsing so hard it feels like the world around me was shaking.

Obadiah is not a sneaky man by nature. I knew that he was interested in me before he realized it; I knew when he was going to ask me to go steady with him; I know when he is on the brink of a great new idea. He tries his best to hide things, but every move of his body betrays him. I’ve caught him sticking things in the back of his closet and under his bed more times than I could count, and I’ve never had the opportunity to check with him there. But seeing as he’s away…

Kneeling, I fumble underneath the bed frame until my fingers find purchase on a briefcase, and I slide it out. I wrestle with the knobs until I realize there’s a four-digit code keeping it locked. Before I mess with the dials, I notice the number. 0213.

“Oh, Obie. Do you have to be so predictable?” February 13th was our first date; he chose the day before Valentine’s Day because he believed the holiday of romance should be reserved for people already together, and he made a spectacle on 14th because we were together at that point, by his logic.

The top of the briefcase pops open at my touch, and inside I find numerous telegram slips, copies of both those sent and received. I sift through them quickly, none of them really catching my eye, filled with code words that I didn’t have the motivation to try to decipher. One of them caught my eye, and this is one of the only times Obie’s over-organization paid off because the telegrams were in chronological order.

RECEIVED

September 21, 1957

To: Stane, O.

O., I am glad to hear you secured the trust-fund. Let me know what day you’ll tie the knot, and I’ll tell you where to wire the funds. I might just send you a gift to celebrate.

NEFARIA, G.

SENT

September 28, 1957

To: Nefaria, G.

I’ll be traveling for work extensively the next four months. Please send files to Location 2. She can’t know anything.

STANE, O.

RECEIVED

September 30, 1957

To: Stane, O.

O., safe travels. Remember the end goal – the reactor that threatens our future. It cannot be manufactured by anyone but us, for our sake.

NEFARIA, G.

Prior, my heart had felt like it was running a mile a minute; now, it feels still in my chest. Dead in the water, like a stunned minnow tossed in to attract larger fish. “The trust fund.”

I had been courted before for my parents’ wealth. In college, a boy had pursued me relentlessly. He made me feel beautiful, special, and like the only star in his sky. He had convinced me that love was this roller-coaster rush of emotions, one collision after the other, until his dormmate clued me in on his intentions. That’s why I try to keep Obie in the dark about what I’ll inherit, how big my trust-fund really is. Growing up, I was unaware of how good we had it; all my friends in boarding school were from the same social and financial class, we all vacationed at the same spots and shopped at the same boutiques. It took a lot of eye-opening experiences at university for me to realize life was different for others, and it honed my ability to detect insincere motives. Too little, too late, but I won’t let it happen again.

With shaking hands, I put the papers back in their order, and I snap the briefcase closed, pushing it back under the bed with a force. I return to the kitchen table where I had spread the other documents out, collect them, and place them back as they were. I’m not sure if I need to try to seal it to make it look unopened, or if I should destroy the whole thing. He hadn’t asked me about forwarding this one specifically, so he might not be expecting it. Under the documents, I find the letter addressed to me again. Obie’s handwriting hits me differently now. How well do I actually know the sender?

Mar- (God, I hate it when he calls me Mar.)

I am writing to you with success here in Washington DC. We have made valiant efforts with the war. We expect Vietnam to concede soon. Our troops are vigilant and the best America has to offer, and their farmers pose no threat to us or the hope of victory. I expect to return home to you Friday the 15th of November. I’m sorry, darling, that I missed your birthday, but perhaps I can make it up to you.

See you soon at home,

Your Obie

Friday. Today was Friday.

The living room was a mess. Peggy’s and my drinks and dinner dishes scatter the room, the mail on the table, and I look equally disheveled. I know Obie would be disappointed, as the apartment is always speckless when he’s here.

I am a flurry around the house, collecting garbage in the bin and dishes in the sink. I tie the heaping garbage bag and leave it by the door, and rush to check my appearance in the bathroom. A scarf around my hairline will make the windswept, frenzied style look intention, and I change into a simple blue sundress. Obie didn’t have a dishwasher, so I put an apron on to protect my dress from the dishwater.

As I was setting the last glass out to dry, a knock resounded from the front door. I could feel it reverberate in my chest, and my heartbeat pulsed in every finger in my hand. Shaking, I set the glass down, wiped the water off my hands, preparing myself to smile and wine-and-dine the man I’ve already committed myself to.

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[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

OC Master List

Obviously if you’ve followed me for any length of time you will know that I have a really nasty habit of making characters of my own design. I love to be creative and make my own realities through this medium. It’s actually one of my favorite things to do. I’ve wanted to make this for a while because my friends sometimes get confused as to which OC that I’m talking about so this is the master list for everybody. 

My Hero Academia: If I have any fandom where most of my OCs go it’s into the MHA fandom. I have currently five OCs in this show so let’s talk about them one by one. 

Mitsuki Haruka: My first OC that I truly ever created and invented with the knowledge of doing it. Mitsu has a really special place in my heart because she was the first and the one that I work for the most in this fandom usually. Her comfort character is Katara from Avatar The Last Airbender. Her quirk is water. She can pretty much do anything with water. She can heat it, freeze it, glide around on it, whip it out of her and use something that I stole from Fairy Tail called waterlock where she locks a person inside of a body of water. Her canon partner is Tenya Iida my favorite square boi. I often talk about her with her adopted brother and my amazing friend @bio-hazard0us OC Kaku. 

Violet Katsuragi: Violet is one that I don’t really talk about in great detail a whole lot because every time I try to I cry. Her family is a massive shit show and I always feel so bad for making it that way.  I’m always like “My poor baby who is making you suffer so much-oh yeah it’s me sorry about that babe.” She is my “villain” OC. She is really only a member of the league so that she can stay close with her boyfriend and love of her life Twice (Jin). Her quirk is that she can control the plant tattoos that are on her arms by summoning them and using them in combat. Her comfort character is Mary Poppins because it reminds her of her older brother. Violet is an actress for a local community theater once the league disbands quietly. She and Jin also adopt Toga (a younger member of the villain league) as their own daughter to give her a second chance at life. I love her even though she’s the saddest backstory one that I have to work with it’s also the most fulfilling when I write fluff for her. 

Shizuko Kanade: Another absolute baby with a crappy home life. I’m sorry that I made it that way hun but it gets better for you I promise. Shizuko is my quirkless OC and my genius tech girl. She lives below her best friend and brother in arms Denki Kaminari and they’ve been best friends since they moved into the same building together. Her comfort character is PJ from the Goof franchise especially from Goof Troop that was her favorite show to watch with her aunt when she was growing up. She starts off really chubby, the cute kind of chubby but starts drastically dropping pounds in order for her parents to love and accept her. When they still don’t Denki has enough and talks to his mom and they decide to call the police and foster Shizuko into their own home. They get a restraining order against her biological family and my best girl gets a happy home. She wants to be the first quirkless hero to rely completely on support items. (She is also partnered with Shoji if anybody is curious.)

Arashi Mitsuha: This absolute baby, I love them. Ari is my gender fluid OC that I made who started off as just your everyday cis male but then I had an idea that spiraled from Ari in eyeliner to Ari in a skirt and then we wound up with the gender fluid absolute icon that they are today. Ari has a weather quirk. Basically anything involving weather they can do it with their eyes closed. Thunder and lightning storms, tsunamis, tornados but also snow and sunshine. They’re really OP and hella versatile it makes it more fun to write their fighting style. I paired them up with Denki in your stereotypical meet-cute scenario. In terms of backstory they just had a really bad ex-boyfriend before Denki came into their life like a literal speeding bullet. Their comfort character is Hedwig from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. 

Litzy Diaz: My last and FINAL MHA OC I promise you. Litzy is from a small town in Mexico and transferred to UA giving herself a second chance to start anew with her new friends and away from her toxic parents. She is fostered by Aizawa and Present Mic who have already adopted Shinsou so they are brother and sister in every way but blood. Her quirk was very heavily inspired by my love of Dr Facilier in Princess And The Frog. She can control shadows, shadow travel through things such as walls and she can control her friends on the other side basically demons from the underworld. Present Mic sees her as his long lost daughter and basically worships the ground that she walks on. He loves her more than anything in the entire world. Her comfort character is Miguel from Coco and La Muerte from Book Of Life. Her canon partner is Juso from Class B. 

DuckTales: I only have one DuckTales OC (thank the Gods) but she’s very special and important to me. I love the reboot of this show even if I’m way the hell behind on it (I promise I’ll catch up after Gravity Falls Donuts!!). 

Sabrina Duck: Sabrina is a sister for Huey, Dewey and Louie!! She shares the title of oldest quadruplet by thirty seconds and often took over the motherly role for her siblings when their mom wasn’t there. She was always reminding them to do their homework, regulated who got TV time and who was in charge of the delegated family movie night. This resulted in a rift between her and her brother Dewey that only got bigger overtime. School was really hard for her to deal with. She was never the best at paying attention during her classes and had a really bad sensory overload one day. She was really close with her uncle Ludwig though and he offered to teach her. They have a really special bond between the two of them that I love writing for. Sabrina was the person that grounded Ludwig to not think up as many crazy inventions. She also knits!! She loves knitting sweaters for her friends and family around the holidays. I am partnering her up with Gosalyn eventually. 

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil: To be perfectly honest with you guys, I have not seen the entire show. It’s really hard for me to get into it. Because when you only really love one character in the entire thing it gets harder to keep coming back for more. Especially because in the first two seasons you don’t get a whole lot of him and I’m stuck on season 2. 

Allania (Nia) Alvez: I feel like out of all my OCs I am the most like Nia. She’s a half elf-half mortal princess that isn’t allowed to live with the elves so they sent her to live with her mortal father. Her dad’s run a bakery in town and she works there as an assistant baker when she isn’t preparing for her next drag show. She grew up in this family full of love and acceptance and grew excited about one day having a relationship just like her parents. Her first brush with love left her broken by the side of the road even though no relationship came of it. A lot of my feelings for my ex-best friend went into Nia’s personality. However, there is a bright side! Of course with every one of my fics so far there is a bright side that comes in the form of my favorite character Tom who gives her the love that she deserves. 

Animaniacs: Of course this is me we’re talking about so there has to be an Animaniacs OC on this list! This is actually the first character that I ever made on my own free will! She has changed a lot throughout the years that I’ve had her mostly because my tastes have changed.  

Elizabeth Martin: Lizzy is a member of the scene crowd, I was inspired by my best friend and what she wears every day. For the modern au that I have her in her and Yakko are dance partners in a musical theater style school. For the regular fic she’s cast as his love interest. I love this girl so much. To me she is everything that I want to be even now. Her strength and confidence to get through every situation, even the ones that she is afraid to deal with speaks volumes to how I want to be one day. One of the few things that we have in common is that we both did martial arts! She stuck with it for longer than me though and is currently a green belt in kempo karate. Her favorite musical is Fun Home because it’s the one that she relates to the most through the eyes of the mother Helen Beckdal. Her parents basically had three other kids and went here take care of these it’s your job. Every time I listen to Days and Days I think of how much she had to go through just to make sure that everything was going according to plan. 

Looney Toons: Who doesn’t love Looney Toons?! We all have our personal favorite characters, mine has always been the schemer Daffy Duck. I thought that he was a combination of the funniest and had the most personality other than Bugs. I love his antics and get rich quick schemes and I thought to myself one day “How cute would it be if he had an adorable little niece who loved space?!” 

Daniella Duck: This began the creation of one of the best ideas that I personally think that I have ever had. So Daniella is the only one out of all my OCs that does not have aspergers. Instead I looked at Daffy’s elongated tongue and was like “Hm something inside of me thinks that she would have down-syndrome...” At first she was just going to have a little bit of her uncle’s speech impediment but this is what happens when I get ideas when I’m working out. Daniella lives with her uncle on the warner movie lot in the show fic. I love writing for her and her uncle’s relationship because it’s soft Daffy (it’s very similar to writing for soft Grunkle Stan and I LOVE BOTH). Daniella also has an uncle figure in Bugs and Porky of course. I gave her canon partner to Wakko because I just thought that they would be SO cute together. He helps her work on her self confidence and working her way around her speech impediment. In the modern au that I have she has a brother Ding Dong (@oo-fabooo02 OC). She goes to school with Wakko, loves Ed, Ed N Eddy, helps her uncle on his podcast because Daffy is a comedian in this au and she helps him write his script for the episodes. She loves space in both aus but in the modern au she actually is able to become an astronaut! 

Teen Titans\Promare: I have the same OC for both Teen Titans and for Promare but she’s more for Promare right now. What started off as just a happy au that she could have with her comfort character from the TT fic sort of spiraled into this whole other au. 

Keiko Katsuragi\Fotia in the Promare au: Keiko is a really special OC in my heart. She’s adorable, fun loving, sweet and just an all around amazing girl. In the Teen Titans au she’s a lot more damaged emotionally. Her father gave her powers through a serum that she didn’t even really want (she thought that he was joking) and it caused her house to burn down. When she left Japan she was homeless until the Teen Titans found her. Keiko is a member of the decora community and loves cutesy, girly things (especially Pokémon, Sanrio characters, Spongebob, Strawberry Shortcake and Care Bears). Her collection of stuffed animals is immense and intimidating. Her canon partner is Beast Boy. I’ve had Keiko since I was six and only just started to refine her and make her into an official OC. Promare au Keiko still has BB as her partner but I made him into a fire fighter for this au to work. She started off in a poly relationship with Meis and Gueira but I changed my mind. Writing the Promare au gave me the chance to make a happy unscarred Keiko. Her comfort character in this au is Dot. 

Princess And The Frog: If you forced me to pick a favorite Disney movie this one would be one of the two answers that I gave to you. I have a very big soft spot for this movie in particular. It is one that changed my life when I sat there as a young child and watched the movie unfold in front of my very eyes. Every time I rewatch this movie I am reminded of how much of my childhood I spent loving hand drawn Disney animation. 

Rhiannon (Rae): Rae is the daughter of Tiana and Naveen. I named her after Raymond the firefly. If you knew what a big comfort character my favorite cajun firefly is for me and my mom then her name will come as no surprise. She is the baker and pastry chef for Tiana’s Palace. Rae is a multi musically talented young girl she plays the ukulele, trumpet and accordion. When I first started writing for her I knew that I wanted her to be bisexual. So I turned to one of my favorite animation fun facts that I know. When Jim Cummings was first auditioning for Raymond they had him sing a song. This song that he sang is by Leon Russel and it’s called Cajun Love Song. It is also the song that he sings when he is untying Tiana and Naveen’s tongues. The song is about a girl named Alice. And part of my brain that makes these connections went perfect! That’ll be the name of her girlfriend. Rae is mostly a daddy’s girl. The relationship between her and Naveen was really what helped me refine her personality. Her comfort character is Rabbit from Winnie The Pooh. She is a gardener in her free time and that’s where she gets a majority of her fresh fruits and vegetables for her pastries and desserts. She isn’t really the best at being a princess. In fact she hates when she has to go and visit Maldonia. She doesn’t feel at home there and they won’t let her cook or bake anything at all because it’s not seen as ladylike. This is when she mostly feels like something is wrong with her. Why can’t she just do this one seemingly simple thing for her dad? When he does so much for her why can’t she do this? She learns that even though she isn’t perfect she is so very much loved that it’s ridiculous. Her family loves her so much and they’re willing to move hell or high water for her to be comfortable. 

Gravity Falls: My most recent obsession (I did not have cable when the original show was being released please don’t kill me). I have recently been binging this show on Disney+ and have just started the second season. I hope to be done with it within the next week or so because I love it so much. My favorite character so far is definitely Grunkle Stan. I love his growth and development from a power hungry greedy old man to somebody that clearly loves the kids that are put under his care. Watching his adorable relationship with mother and the father son relationship with Dipper is something that is really close to my heart.

Twilight Pines: My most recent OC!! Twilight is the older sister of Mabel and Dipper and has been visiting Grunkle Stan for years prior to the start of the show. She’s used to his money scheming antics by now but she still loves her favorite Grunkle. Growing up, Twilight had a nervous stutter. She was shy, nervous a lot, socially awkward and was never really the best at dealing with other people. This made her comfort character Piglet from Winnie The Pooh. Her stutter is still there but it’s gotten a lot better!! She spent the year before the show starts at drama camp trying to get over her stutter. While it’s not gone completely it was a lot of progress. She has a really strong relationship with her caretaker for the summer because of the years that she’s spent with him in the past. Up until Mabel went with her for the summer she thought that she would be the only niece in his heart. See, after Mabel was born she took up a lot of the attention. Everyone wanted to look at the cute one instead of the nervous one. It’s just the way that life is. But during the summer she got to spend it being the favorite relative of somebody. When she notices how close Mabel and Stan are getting that’s when she knows that it’s over. She was naive to ever think that somebody would pick her as the favorite. Not when Mabel existed alongside her. It’s not that she doesn’t love Mabel because she clearly does. It’s just that well sometimes she wants to be loved and appreciated by her parents instead of constantly being sidelined. That’s why her summers with her Grunkle were so important to her. It was just three months out of the year. But for those three months working at the Mystery Shack and having all kinds of chaotic fun were the highlight of her year. She has to learn that she has her own values too. One’s that while don’t oversell her sister are still her’s and they are still beautiful. She learns that her parents love and care about her just as much as her sister. It’s just hard to be a show stealer in this house let’s be honest. Twilight is a pansexual and her canon partner is Wendy. 

#OC #my hero academia #DuckTales oc #Teen Titans oc #Promare oc #Princess and the frog #Gravity Falls #master list

[ohmyhera]

Headcanon #7

Imagine these two’s first real Halloween together as a couple

•Okay I feel like the one who surprisingly goes all out for Halloween is Will

•Actually it’s the entire Apollo cabin + some of the Hecate kids, it all starts on October 1st

•Nico walks into the Apollo cabin to greet Will and is very confused by the sound of spooky scary skeletons playing

•There’s only a few of them there, why must it be so loud?

•Will just laughs at his boyfriends confused face and the other campers beg him to summon some skeletons

•Nico does and is even more confused when the Hecate kids make the skeletons start dancing

•A few days later Will realizes that Nico was genuinely confused about the whole thing and starts talking about how Halloween is coming up

•Now Nico doesn’t really know what Halloween is—the boy was raised in 1930’s Italy he was catholic for Pete’s sake—but he kinda just nods along anyways

•No one is better at picking out a liar than an Apollo kid so Will keeps pressing him about it until Nico fesses up to having no idea what the holiday is

•When it finally clicks Will has never felt more stupid in his life, of course Nico wouldn’t know about Halloween

•This sends Will on a frenzy to make sure Nico has the best Halloween ever

•While Nico is out on a mini quest he spends time decorating the Apollo Cabin with fake cobwebs and spiders—he’s already given Annabeth the warning to stay away—and by the time Nico comes back it’s completely Halloweenifed

• “So the orange and black are traditional colors?”

• “Exactly”

•He practically begs Chiron to let them use the tv so he can show Nico the joy of Disney channel original Halloween movies

• “So they’re twin witches, and they just so happen to meet on their birthday?”

• “Don’t judge Disney!”

•And Nico falls in love, they sit there all day swaddled up in blankets and Nico thinks he can actually get behind this holiday

•Until the ugly sweaters

•That is where he draws the line

• “Nico just wear the damn sweater!”

• “You’ll have to kill me first!”

• “Me and Thanatos are good buddies so that can be arranged!”

•Will works something out with Chiron and the other campers so that him and Nico’s duties can be covered because he has something special in mind

• “Must we visit Naomi for every holiday tesoro?”

• “We’re not visiting my mama this time baby, you’ll see”

•Of course they go to visit Naomi first. Whenever Will is in town it’s like her mom senses start tingling and she just knows he’s there. Call it a gift from Apollo.

•Now it’s all fun and games until Naomi and Nico start talking because the two are obsessed with each other and making fun of Will

•They sit on the couch and drink pumpkin spice coffee that Nico just had to try while looking over Will’s old Halloween photos

• “And this is the year he was the sun from the Teletubbies-“

• “Mama stop it!”

•Eventually Will makes up some bs excuse about being in town on demigod business and practically drags Nico from the house

•The two walk for an almost unorthodox amount of time until Nico spots a Ferris Wheel coming into view

• “Is this the reason why I’m not training our kids to rip each other’s heads off?”

• “I-I-yes? Do you like it?”

• “Oh Will, I love it!”

•Then Will has a different problem on his hands

•Nico is an absolute child when he’s left to free range

•He’s never seen the boy have so much energy and it’s actually mind boggling

•He also seems to be an adrenaline Junkie which would be all well and good if Will wasn’t a healer.

• “Baby I don’t think this ride is safe-“

• “I can’t hear you, I’m already in line”

•They finish out the afternoon early because he promised Chiron they’d be back by midnight and Nico needed to rest before they shadowtraveled back

•They ended up back at Naomi’s who’s already waiting with cups of apple cider ready to hear about their demigod business

•Will tried to lie, he really did. But Naomi knew and he immediately cracked under the pressure

•He instead took this as an opportunity to make fun of Nico

• “Mama you should’ve seen him-“

• “Will-“

•“He was off faster than a shotgun at the Kentucky derby!“

•Nico wanted to laugh but he couldn’t help but recognize how similar the two honestly were. They both clapped their hands and stomped their feet as they laughed, it was freaky. He thought Will favored Apollo but maybe it was actually Naomi?

•Once the laugh fest was through and the apple cider was gone, Will gave Nico a few Ambrosia tablets—invention curtesy of the Apollo cabin—and sent him straight upstairs to take a nap

•Naomi immediately grills him on the dark haired boy

• “You love this boy don’t you?”

•“I...Of course I do mama, he’s my boyfriend-“

• “You know what I mean Will”

• “...I’ll tell him when I’m ready”

•The two say their goodbye to Naomi and Will’s heart was pounding the entire way back—or maybe he still wasn’t used to shadow travel—but he would tell Nico

•Halloween finally rolled around and Will surprised Nico with matching skeleton onesies

• “I could make you a skeleton for free”

• “...Is that a threat?”

•The whole camp had gone to the extremes of calling activities off and handing out candy to the younger campers

•Nico was in awe at that

• “You mean I get to eat as much as I want?”

• “As much as you want baby, that’s the beauty in the holiday”

•Once the day was through they decided to go back to the the hades Cabin to turn in for the night

•He had planned to tell Nico but the dark haired beat him too

• “Will I um...I’ve been wanting to tell you that I...I feel very strongly about y-“

• “I love you too Nico, so much”

• “Oh thank gods”

•They spend the rest of the night eating candy and sharing scary stories. will wasn’t sure what he was getting into with this because Nico had stories

•Later in the night when Will was fast asleep Nico couldn’t help but think over the last month and smile

•“Will?”

• “Mmyeah baby?”

• “I love Halloween”

A/n Hey guys I hope you liked this one! Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been real busy with school. If you guys want this in the form of a oneshot I’d actually love to write that because I had a lot of fun writing this one.

#Solangelo #solangelo headcanon #Nico Di Angelo #Will Solace #Naomi Solace #Percy jackson and the olympians #Apollo #good ‘ol texas similies #Halloween #Our favorite couple tho

[spacedancer1701]

Joanna’s French Teacher

(a Star Trek AOS fic)

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (AOS) Characters: Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Joanna McCoy Rating/Warnings: None Tags: Leonard is a loving father, Love, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Daddy Leonard Word Count: 1,329

I actually wrote this as a birthday gift to a lovely Trekkie friend, who happens to be a devoted French teacher, but I thought you might enjoy this little ficlet, too! 

Summary:  Once a month Leonard gets to talk to his daughter via subspace. Those are the days he lives for. Also, Joanna's French teacher is a real sweetheart.

Read it on AO3: Joanna’s French Teacher  

Leonard was walking out of sickbay with a huge smile on his face, a sight that attracted curious glances from all around. Some people openly stared, others quickly looked away again, but the doctor didn’t mind either way. In fact, he got a real kick out of confusing the hell out of everyone by being unashamedly happy and giving his crew mates a break from his default grumpy face once a month.

Because once every month, he got to talk to his darling daughter via subspace, and today was The Day. What’s more, there had been no last-minute emergencies or other catastrophes to keep him from this sacred routine, which was exceptional in itself. He couldn't even count the times he’d missed his little girl’s strictly scheduled subspace slot because of something or other. And God help the people unfortunate enough to cross the doctor’s path after such a missed call.

Today, however, was a good day. So far, everything had gone according to plan, and Leonard could barely wait to see his lovely daughter, who was a lot like him in many ways, except for the seemingly permanent beaming smile on her face, that never failed to brighten his – as well as most everybody else’s – day.

To everyone’s amazement, and Jim never missed a chance to point this out, Joanna was a real little sunshine. A trait she quite obviously hadn’t inherited from either of her parents, but which Leonard lovingly attributed to her Grandma McCoy’s genes. His mother was certainly the warmest, kindest woman in all of Georgia, and not even Jocelyn made a secret of how much their daughter enjoyed every visit to her grandma, happy to spend as much time with her as she could.

“Daddy, guess what?” Joanna burst out excitedly before the channel had even opened properly.

“And hello to you, too, sweetheart!” Leonard laughed, his heart brimming over at his daughter’s unbridled happiness. “I don’t think I can guess. You’ll have to tell me!”

“I wrote the best French test of everyone in my year!” she proudly announced, and the doctor couldn't have been more impressed, if she’d just won a Nobel prize.

“Did you now, honey,” he nodded his approval. “That’s wonderful news! I’m so proud of you!”

“It wasn’t really that difficult,” Joanna went on, rolling her eyes a little, “but most of my class mates just don’t get the subjonctif, even though it’s completely easy and logical.”

“I’m sure it is for you,” Leonard smiled, “but not everybody is as bright as you are, sweat pea.”

“You always say that, Daddy,” the girl giggled, melting her father’s heart with the musical sound. “But I’m lucky, I have the nicest French teacher, too!”

“Is that so?” the doctor raised an interested eyebrow. “What’s her name again? Ms. Anita?”

“Oh, Daddy, you always get that wrong!” Joanna groaned, treating her father to another one of her trademark eyerolls. “That’s our Spanish teacher. And she’s weird.”

“Don’t say that, pumpkin,” Leonard gently chided. “You know I don’t like it when you speak disrespectful of people. Especially your teachers.”

“I know, Daddy. Sorry!” his daughter replied, looking at him contritely. “It’s just that she’s really a bit … scary. But Ms. Anne, my French teacher, is really, really nice. She’s my favourite teacher of all!”

“She must be really nice, then!” the doctor smiled. “I think I’d like to meet her someday!”

“I’d like that, too!” Joanna squealed, delighted at the thought. “She’s so much fun! She tells the most amazing stories, and she has this lovely cat she sometimes brings to class, and she starts every lesson with a really bad joke and says her cat invents them. Can you imagine?”

Leonard had to laugh at his daughter’s enthusiastic ramblings. This Ms. Anne really sounded like a wonderful teacher. He was glad his little girl enjoyed school so much.

“Maybe you can come home right before the summer holidays next year?” Joanna asked hopefully. “Then you could come to our family days at school and enter some of the father-daughter competitions with me!”

“I’d love to, sweetheart,” Leonard sighed, “but you know how it is. I can’t make any promises other than I’ll certainly try. But I promise we’ll have a lovely time during my next home leave, even if I can’t make it to the family days.”

“It’s ok, Daddy,” Joanna said mildly, the doctor’s heart melting at the understanding in his daughter’s voice, “I’m sure I can get Ms. Anne and her band to give us a private bagpipe concert whenever you come.”

“A what?” Leonard spluttered, not sure if he’d heard right.

“A bagpipe concert!” his daughter repeated, looking at him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“But we’re talking about your French teacher here, right?” he asked again, just to make sure.

“Yes, Daddy,” Joanna confirmed, heaving an exasperated sigh. “But she’s good at everything! Just like you! You’re a doctor, and yet you make the best peach cobblers!”

“So I’ve been told,” Leonard laughed, feeling ridiculously pleased that his daughter thought so highly of him.

But of course, only someone who knew that peach cobblers were Joanna’s favourite food in the world could appreciate the high praise.

“Time’s almost up, sweetheart,” he said softly, always dreading that moment and hating how it seemed to dim the bright sparkle in Joanna’s eyes a little.

“Already?” she asked, frowning as she checked the chronometer on her screen.

“Afraid so,” Leonard sighed, “But we’ll talk again next month, pumpkin!”

“Can’t wait, Daddy!” the bright smile was on again.

Then Joanna’s face turned serious, and she briefly looked around, probably checking that her mother was out of earshot.

“I know that mom gives you a hard time when you miss our calls,” she whispered conspiratorially. “And I used to be really upset when I was little. But I’m a big girl now. I get that doctors sometimes can’t get away from treating people.”

Leonard had to swallow hard to find his voice again.

“I’m a grown up, and I still get upset when I miss one of our calls, sweat pea. But sometimes it can’t be helped. I’m very glad you’re old enough to understand that now. Just know that I’d never miss a call for anything less than a real emergency.”

“When I grow up I want to be a doctor just like you!” Joanna beamed. “I want to help people and make them well again, too! My friends are all so jealous that I have a dad who lives in space and helps all sorts of aliens get well again.”

“It’s certainly interesting and a big adventure,” Leonard smiled, trying not to give away what he really thought about living in space.

“Mom says it’s a stupid job and you can’t have a proper family. But you can! You have me and grandma, and I love you lots!”

“Love you more, sweetheart,” the doctor grinned, unable to keep his eyes from filling up any longer.

Joanna was so warm-hearted. So incredibly kind and loving. Basically, everything her mother was not. The girl really was the light of his life, and he was so proud of her. She made every pain Jocelyn had ever put him through worthwhile.

“Got to go now, pumpkin. And you need to go to bed. You’ve got school tomorrow,” Leonard told his daughter, then jokingly added, “Say hi to Ms. Anne from me, darling!”

“I will, Daddy! Did you know it’s her birthday tomorrow? She said she was going to bring a French cake. Some tarte, she called it.”

“That sounds awesome, sweat pea! Enjoy! Love you to the other side of the galaxy!”

“And I love you to the other side of the galaxy and back!” Joanna replied, giggling at their usual good-bye ritual, while Leonard made a face as if he couldn't believe so much love even existed.

“Sleep well, sweetheart! Talk to you again soon!”

“Merci! Bonne nuit!”

************ Disclaimer: Nothing of or associated with Star Trek is mine – it all belongs to Paramount / ViacomCBS (or whoever else is currently holding the rights). This is a work of fanfiction, no infringement intended.

#Leonard Bones McCoy #Leonard McCoy #Bones #daddy!bones #daddy!leonard #daddy!mccoy #joanna mccoy #star trek #star trek aos #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy fanfic #leonard bones mccoy fluff #leonard mccoy fluff #mccoy fluff #star trek fluff #family fluff #karl urban #star trek fanfic #star trek fic #spacedancer1701 #bones fluff #bones x joanna

[sunflowrhaz]

I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien​ to answer a few questions that dig a little deeper. thank you darling!! (this is literally months old oops) 💛

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen?

both really, i don’t have a preference

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city?

country! i hate cities so much! i grew up visiting my grandparents farm all the time growing up! although instead of the country preferably a seaside town such as the one i live in. it’s not too busy but not far away from everything.. plus i couldn’t part from the sea! 

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

picking back up painting, continue learning norwegian (don’t look at me like that marianne i keep saying i’m learning it but i’ve been so slack asdfdsasdf), get back into marimba

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar?

tea with sugar is so gross! i only drink herbal teas. my favourite is spearmint

5. What was your favourite book as a child?

the harry potter series!! and the rainbow magic books asdfgfdsa, the princess diaries series, anything roald dahl, anything dr suess, captain underpants lol, hairy maclary, mr mcgee and the biting flea asdfdsadf soo many i was such a loner as a child and literally read every single book i could find

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

showersss

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be?

a mermaid so i can live my h2o fantasy adfasdfds or a dragon 🐉

8. Paper or electronic books?

paper always! i love the smell and i would love to have a giant bookshelf filled with books one day! i read on my phone for fics of when i get a free ebook but my right eye is so blind it’s like bitch no stop please lmaoo

9. What is your favourite item of clothing?

all my flowy boho cotton blouses and pants! and my fave blue jeans and grungy tshirts

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it?

i used to wish it was a little more unique like shortening it to ren/wren instead of lauren because i had 4 other lauren’s in my grade at school 😂i was literally friends with two lauren’s asdfgfdsa

but in the end i do love my nicknames lozz,lozzy, lozza so it’s not so bad!

11. Who is a mentor to you?

my mother and my grandfather! my grandfather is my biggest inspiration 💛seeing all that he has achieved and his views and mentality on life.

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for?

nooo thanks. the only famous i would want to be is for activism/humanitarian/environmentalist stuff but even then i wouldn’t want to be super famous and known?

13. Are you a restless sleeper?

nope! once i’m out i am out! i love my sleep and do everything i can to ensure i get the best sleep ever! now if you’ll excuse me i’m off to listen to harry’s calm meditation 😂

15. Which element best represents you?

fire and air

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

my brother! i feel like i don’t see him as often anymore what with his work and living in seperate houses. he is my best friend so i miss just always having him near me all the time.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

no one so much as just not seeing my family as often even though i do see them every week. i just want a big family holiday to spend time with them. and i’m missing some of my mutals atm who are busy lately 😞

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

i blocked out so much of my childhood eeep ummm probably visiting my grandparents farm, riding horses, my grandfather driving us around on a trailer on the back of a tractor, collecting cicada skins with my brother and starting a collection of cool bugs, stealing berries off the mulberry bush ahaha, finding snake skins (why did we like collecting skins wtf asdfd) 

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

snails? crocodile? i don’t even know ahaha (snails are amazing btw yummm i used to eat them all the time in vanuatu growing up)

20. What are you most thankful for?

my family, my health, the beautiful country i live in, the friends i have made on here 💛so many things

21. Do you like spicy food?

yummmmmm yes! just not super duper spicy i can’t handle that asdfgfsa

22. Have you ever met someone famous?

no i don’t think so? wait patty walters from as it is i got a pic and a hug from him <3 other than that no i don’t think so i mean i’m in the middle of nowhere asdfdsa woohoo australia

23. Do you keep a diary or journal?

i kept a super embarrassing diary at 12 but apart from that nope! like seriously that diary haunts me i don’t know what happened to it please for the love of god i hope it got thrown in the trash asdfdsa the CRINGE 

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

pen! 

25. What is your star sign?

sagittarius sun, capricorn moon, libra rising 

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

CRUNCHY! wtf who is eating soggy cereal you are seriously disturbed asdfgfdsa

27. What would you want your legacy to be?

this is so tough ummm just bettering humanity and the environment idek 

28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read?

yes!! i was the loner kid in school who sat in the library at lunch reading all the books asdfgfdsa. the last book i read was the raven king by maggie stiefvater because LIBBY got me totally obsessed with this series god dammit what have you done to me and i am currently reading call down the hawk which is a sequel to the raven king (dammit libby asdfdsdfdsa)

29. How do you show someone you love them?

i always seem to cater to them with acts of service? so like cooking for them etc.. just doing stuff for them and looking after them in general? idk how to describe it. also sweet little messages and notes and cuddles! oh BOY will i tell you how much i love you in a birthday card or message asdsa like i will bring a tear to your eye baby just made my grandpa cry with his bday card asdfdsa

30. Do you like ice in your drinks?

crushed ice mmmmmm

31. What are you afraid of?

losing my family, never travelling, being stuck/tied down

32. What is your favourite scent?

the ocean, rain, books, sea breeze, wet grass, coffee, lavender, clean sheets, spearmint

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname?

mostly their name? i mean i feel like where i live in australia it’s pretty chill and not so formal? i even call my grandparents by their first names adfgfdsa mainly because my grandma did NOT want to be called grandma 

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

OH BOY! i would be travelling non stop! i would literally never come home, i would be travelling around the world, living overseas etc... literally i would just be living on a boat sailing around greece or wherever. omg how i would love to do that :(

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?

it depends. i would say the ocean (i love her so much) but also i was a swimmer for over 10 years so i love the pool too. i love sitting on the bottom of the pool, it’s so calming

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground

keep it but if i knew whose it was i would return it

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

no :( hopefully one day

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

i’m not having children

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

maybe a quote/word or something on the back of my arm above my elbow idek i have an entire tattoo board on pinterst asdfdsa even though i know i would never get one i am too indecisive  

40. What can you hear right now?

 i’m listening to a pop punk playlist on spotify

41. Where do you feel the safest?

at home with my family

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

my procrastination habits omg i am the worst!! certain family relations

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be?

dinosaurs mate, straight up, jks jks... no but really dinosaurs would be soo cool though, or maybe ancient greece?

44. What is your most used emoji?

💛✨😂

45. Describe yourself using one word.

more than one came to mind so giddy, optimistic, cheerful

46. What do you regret the most?

not travelling heaps after school ( i mean i was broke but still i should have worked more *sigh*) travelling looks really bleak now thanks to covid :(, losing touch with 3 certain people from high school i suck at staying in touch with people i am such an introvert 😞

47. Last movie you saw?

enola holmes and i loved it so much!

48. Last tv show you watched?

the mandalorian

49. Invent a word and its meaning

wobmap - intense affection and wonder for nature and the world

asdfgh what even

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#geez do i say asdfghgfdsa enough or what? #tag game #long post

[kingsombraisbestvillain]

A Chance at Peace Part 4

The group could only stare at the dark king as he gave them an unnerving smile. No one dared make a move as the king’s eyes swept over them. The guards around them were tense, all readying their weapons as they waited for the king to make a move. Suddenly the ponies jumped as the ramp to Sombra’s ship retracted and closed. Sombra chuckled at their fright. 

“Please don’t try to enter my vessel, it will only result in unnecessary harm.” Sombra spoke aloud, taking a glance at the guards who frowned at the king. He turned his head back to the group. His eyes widened when he spotted Spike and his new pair of wings. The drake gulped in fear as the king stared him down. His eyes narrowed as his smirk turned into a snarl.

“So, the welp has wings? Wonderful.” Sombra spoke, venom dripping from his voice. Twilight took a step between them. Her wings flared in a protective notion.

“What is that thing?” Applejack said, trying to ease the tension, Sombra’s ear perked at her voice and turned to her.

“That is a personal invention of mine, my personal transportation ship to allow me to fly across the land with ease.” Sombra answered, taking his gaze off the small dragon. “A definite upgrade from air balloons, and no I will not let you study it.” Sombra said, his eyes turning to Twilight. “I wasn’t going to-” Twilight began, before Sombra cut her off. “Please, I’ve studied each and everyone of you. I know your habits, your quirks, your every tendencies. I know you’re just begging to tear my vessel apart and for personal study.” Sombra said, taking a step forward, the ponies tensed as he moved closer. “I’m not in the mood to indulge your need for study. I don’t like my time wasted.” Sombra said looking down at the mare. Rainbow growled and prepared to jump at the stallion when Luna extended a wing out between them. “Then let us not waste any more time then.” Luna said, staring Sombra in the eye. The two stared each other down, neither making a move. 

“By all means lead the way.” Sombra responded. Luna narrowed her eyes till she turned and trotted toward the castle. The elements moved back in worry as the two passed them. Quickly the girls trotted after them along with a few guards. No one said a word as they made their way to the castle. Sombra meanwhile took the time to look about the area. “Ahh so this heart of Equestria. The white city of Canterlot.” Sombra bemused to himself. 

“Yeah be sure to get an eyeful, I doubt you’ll ever see it again.” Rainbow commented as they walked. 

“Hmm perhaps. Still it’s a lovely place, the architecture is unique and grand.” Sombra said not bothering to fall into Rainbow’s goading. “Though I must wonder, where are the decorations?” Sombra asked aloud, the mane six’s eyes widened at what he was implying. “Surely the city knows tonight is Nightmare Night?” Luna came to a stop as the group stood in front of one of the palace’s entrances. She made no move to answer the King. 

“It’s just that, with such a big holiday, I’d think that ponies would be celebrating! It only comes once a year after all.” Sombra teased as he glanced toward the lunar alicorn. “Oh dear, could it be that they were all too scared of my arrival to bother to prepare for the holiday?” Sombra asked, Luna remained silent however her wings shifted in unease. Feathers ruffling in annoyance. “I didn’t think my return would have such an effect on the populace. Such a shame too, a holiday in celebration of you Luna. About your turn to darkness and near usurpation of the throne.” The mane six glared at the king as his words cut through Luna’s skin. 

“We deemed it necessary to have the ponies prioritize their safety rather than prepare for the festivities.” Luna responded not turning to face the King. “Who in their right minds would host a party while a monster bangs at their door?” Pinkie slowly raised her hoof before AJ nudged her. 

“Who indeed.” Sombra responded. “At least they had a good reason to, it's not like they wouldn’t celebrate it under normal circumstances. Then again, I haven’t heard Canterlot to be the ‘nightly’ kind of city.” Sombra responded, Luna snorted in annoyance before continuing onward. After that the King remained quiet for the rest of the walk through the castle. Sombra took the opportunity to scan everything along the way. Memorizing every corridor, every window, every guard post. He would never get a chance like this again. Once they trotted through the ‘Hall of History’ his eyes widened as he looked across each stained glass window. He came to a stop when he saw the window depicting his defeat. The king gave a low growl unnerving the group. His eyes started to turn green as purple smoke started to pour out of them. 

“If you’re done staring at the window, the meeting room is right this way.” Luna said snapping the king from his trance. Sombra composed himself before he trotted toward the door. Once he entered he was greeted by the glare of Celestia. Her glare gave him no mercy as she sat on her solar throne. Sombra met her glare with a neutral look. He glanced about the room, no guards were in sight, no traps or magic runes ready to activate and ensnare him. Only a single unicorn who stood at the base of the throne, Starlight Glimmer.

“I see you kept your word. Seems you ponies are capable of understanding.” Sombra bemused as the group gathered in front of him. Luna flew up next to her sister and sat on her lunar throne. The mane six stood ready between him and the princesses. Spike wisely decided to place himself closer to the princesses. Starlight took a breath and stepped forward. 

“Um hello. My name is-”

“Starlight Glimmer, graduated student of Twilight Sparkle. Student Councilor for the school of friendship, defeater of Queen Chrysalis, and former leader of the Equalist movement.” Sombra answered for her, startling her and making the princesses eyes narrow. “As I’ve told your allies I’ve studied each and everyone of you extensively. I don’t overlook any threats to me unlike some foolish insects.” Sombra explained. 

“Ah...well okay then.” Starlight said, she shook her head as she addressed the king. “Well since I am the only one here who you’ve never directly interacted with I will act as the mediator for these negotiations.” Sombra raised an eyebrow at her statement. 

“So you’ve all truly taken my request seriously. Or am I wrong to assume this isn’t just hearing for me before you blast me away with the elements of harmony?” Sombra stated looking back at the princesses. 

“Yes as you can clearly see, the bearers have not brought the elements with them. We have agreed to your terms.” Luna explained. 

“For now.” Sombra thought. 

“Now that we’ve shown our good faith we shall begin.” Starlight said, her horn lit up as she conjured up a list. “Our demands are as follows, the safe return of all kidnapped citizens of Equestria and any other prisoners you have captured in your campaign against Equestria.” Starlight said, she looked up to the king. Sombra simply motioned for her to continue. “The surrender of all stolen artifacts, tomes, books, and scrolls that you have within your possession, and the dismantling of the Ethereal Fortress. Finally swearing that you will never make an attempt to conquer Equestria or the Crystal Empire.” Starlight said. Sombra looked between her and the ponies behind her. They all gave mixed looks, suspicion, fear, anger, unease, distrust and hatred. 

“Hmph, I expected as much from you Celestia.” Sombra said looking up at the solar alicorn. “Keeping all that knowledge and ancient items for yourself and the destruction of any power that would threaten your so-called ‘harmony’. So you haven’t changed a bit at all these last millennia.” 

“Hey you watch your tongue ‘King’ Sombra!” Rainbow shouted as she got into a pouncing position. 

“Like I care for your opinion. Now here are my demands.” Sombra said, ignoring the angry pegasus. “I ‘King Sombra’ shall no longer be hunted by Equestria or any of her allies.” Sombra began. “In exchange I shall not lay siege to the lands of Equestria. I will also be left to my devices and not monitored after I have left these lands.” “Now just one second here! You can’t expect us too-” Rarity interrupted but was shut down by the king’s glare. 

“I did not interrupt Ms. Glimmer when she listed off your demands for peace out of respect. I expect the same treatment, otherwise I shall take my leave.” Sombra threatened, Rarity looked to Twilight for aid. Twilight sighed and motioned for Rarity to save face. 

“Hmph. Very well, I apologize for my interruption Sombra.” Rarity said with a hint of anger in her voice. 

“That’s ‘King Sombra’ to you.” Sombra corrected, Rarity gritted her teeth but held her tongue. Applejack placed a hoof on her friend’s shoulder in comfort. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I will not be spied upon after I have left Equestria’s borders. I will also keep all of the artifacts and ancient tomes I have collected, nor will I dismantle my castle.” Sombra stated, Luna prepared to interject when Sombra continued. “It is only fair I keep them, especially when you ponies have a reality warping demi god on your side. Isn’t that right Discord?” Sombra stated looking around the room. The ponies eyes widened in alarm at Sombra’s guess. 

“Oh fine, be a party pooper why don’t you.” Discord’s voice echoed in the throne room. The world distorted as it was pulled back like a curtain with Discord stepping out with popcorn in his claws. “It was getting boring anyway.” Discord said closing the ‘curtain’ behind him. 

“How on earth did you know he was here?!” Twilight demanded.

“I’d spent months chaos proofing my castle so this fool couldn’t transform it into a giant desert with the snap of his claws.” Sombra explained. “I’ve long since learned how to recognize when chaos magic is about, and he radiates it like the sun.” Sombra said with a smirk. 

“Tis, true I’m afraid.” Discord said as he put a paw to his forehead and leaned back in dramatic fashion. “I simply cannot hide the raw beauty that is my chaos.” Discord said in a mock tone, a mirror appeared next to him reflecting him, before shattering into butterflies.

“Understatement of the century.” Spike muttered, Discord rotated his head 180 degrees and blew a raspberry toward the drake. 

“As well I find it hypocritical that I am not allowed to keep those items when Celestia and Luna have hoarded knowledge for centuries all for themselves.” Sombra explained. 

“We have had good reason for that! We do not use that which we have gained to further our own power or cause mayhem and destruction!” Luna retorted. 

“Clearly not, but then again you don’t seem to have a problem taking that which doesn’t belong to you!” Sombra stomped. The elements, Starlight, and Spike gasped in shock at his statement. “Or am I wrong, Celestia?” The ponies turned to their leader who had remained silent throughout the negotiations.  

“How dare you insinuate my sister would take that which doesn’t belong to her?!” Luna shouted, her wings flared. Sombra chuckled at her outburst.

“Still keeping secrets, Celestia? Even from your sister? Then again you did lie to the entire world of her existence! Making Luna out to be a foal’s tale, rather than live up to your own miss deeds!” Sombra accused. 

“You dare!?” Luna said her horn glowing as she prepared to blast the stallion on the spot. “Luna that is enough!” Celestia said, raising her voice at last, making her sister halt her attack. “We’re here to negotiate peace, not risk more war!” She spoke standing up. Luna looked to her sister in disbelief. 

“Still playing second fiddle to the so called ‘sun goddess’ I see.” Sombra spoke, before Celestia could retort he continued. “Which leads me to my two final demands!” Sombra spoke his voice growing louder demanding the rooms undivided attention. “The truth of pony kinds crimes against the world and the removal of Princess Luna and Celestia from the throne!” Sombra declared, his voice sending a wave of force too all in attendance. “Effective immediately! Only then will I return the ponies I’ve captured!”

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