#well maybe for a day i love some cheerios
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Dick stared out at the snowy landscape past the window before turning back to his new baby brother. Danny was sitting in his high chair, happily munching away at some Cheerios. Looking at him now Dick thought back to how he had come to Wayne Manor just a few months prior.
Bruce had stormed into the Manor after coming back from a Justice League mission with a bundle in his hands. Dick who had stopped by the manor to steal food catch up with Alfred had been thoroughly thrown off by his father's open animosity. He could hardly recall the last time he'd seen Bruce this outwardly furious. The man's glare alone could rival Darkseid's omega beams. As Bruce sat down at the table, the two men finally got a good look at just what he was carrying. It was an infant. An infant who was fast asleep, his soft black hair falling over his eyes. Bruce quietly asked Alfred to prepare a room as well as all necessities needed for a baby. The old butler had immediately set off to just that.
Meanwhile Dick was quick to ask what had happened but Bruce didn't say. Even when the others gradually found what was happening and asked their own questions, he still refused to answer. Not even Alfred had been told where the baby had come from. The only information Bruce had offered up was that the baby's name was Danny and he would be staying at the Manor from now on. As for the rest of the details, he claimed he would tell them in due time. But Batman's "due time" was often too late to actually do anything about it so desperate for answers, the family had turned to their own investigations only to come up with nothing.
All files related to Danny were locked behind a mountain of firewalls and Oracle had apparently already been sworn to secrecy by the big man himself. Whatever it was, Bruce wanted absolutely zero interference, so for now, the family was forced to sit in their hands.
That led till now, 5 months later. It was mid-January and Dick was on babysitting duty. Everyone else was either out running errands or on a mission. Not that Dick minded though. Danny was incredibly cute and he loved taking care of him. Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to get Danny to see him as the favorite brother. Still, Dick couldn't help but feel couped up today. Maybe it was because it had been snowing the last few days leaving both boys alone in the giant manor all day long.
Dick stared wistfully out the window once again before an idea dawned on him. He turned back to Danny who had stuffed the last of the Cheerios into his mouth along with his entire hand.
"Hey Danny. Wanna have a snow day?" he asked cheerily. The boy cocked his head at Dick, hand still in mouth. Dick smiled wider. "I'll take that as a yes!"
Dick hoisted Danny out of his high chair and carried him upstairs to his room. After he set Danny down in his crib, he grabbed all the gear he needed. He picked out a long sleeve shirt with a cartoon star and big bold letters reading "You're a Star!" He also grabbed long socks, some elastic pants as well as jeans, a scarf, a blue beanie, and a pair of cute little mittens.
It didn't take long for Danny to be fully dressed for the outside elements. Though after Dick finished putting his shoes on, he squirmed a little and made a face.
"I know I know," Dick cooed. "But I'm pretty sure B. would make an exception to his 'no killing rule' if you got sick on my watch."
Dick admired his handy work for a minute (taking dozens of pictures as he did so) before picking his brother up and heading downstairs. After a quick pitstop at the door to grab his own jacket and gloves from the coat rack, he opened the door and greeted the chilly air outside.
Danny giggled as he reached up at the snow while Dick circled around to the side of the manor.
"Bitey! Bitey!" he squealed.
"Yep, Bitey," Dick replied with mild confusion.
Danny would say random things like that sometimes, forcing the world's greatest detectives to put their minds together in order to figure out what he was talking about. One time he just wouldn't stop saying "Em". It took everyone a whole day to realize he was referring to music. And an extra two days to figure out he was specifically referring to pop music.
Oftentimes he would call Barbara "Jazzy" and Duke "Tuck". On occasion he would even call Cass "Sammy". Every time he called something a new name, it was a race to figure out what he meant. Each time they figured out a new word, Bruce's face would darken and he'd disappear off to the Watchtower for the day. Something that was really starting to drag on Dick's nerves. It was like it was physically impossible for that man to share information.
Dick was startled out of his thoughts by a tug at his jacket and looked down to see Danny staring at him.
"Sorry sorry," he said with a smile. "Lost in my thoughts. Forgive me?"
Danny put on a pout but Dick knew by now that it was fake. One could tell by the mischievous look in the boy's eyes that he just couldn't hide. "So be it then!" Dick declared before pulling Danny close and snuggling into him. The boy shrieked as cold nose touched warm neck. "Fo-give! Fo-give!" he cried.
"Aw thanks," Dick said as he pulled away. Danny giggled again, his bright blue eyes crinkling with laughter.
The pair walked around in the snow for a bit longer before Danny started making grabby hands towards the ground. "You want down?" Dick asked. Danny nodded energetically.
"Alright."
Dick carefully set Danny down in the snow. The boy excitedly wriggled before putting his hands down to the snow. As Dick watched, there was a burst of light and suddenly there was a semi circle of ice, radiating out from their position. Dick stared at the ice in shock. Danny turned and blinked up at Dick, almost as if he were in shock too. But he very quickly went back to playing in the snow. Dick swallowed. Sure they all knew Danny had powers. It was pretty obvious when the third day there, he floated up to the ceiling. Still though, he highly doubted ice powers was up there on anyone's list of "abilities our new baby brother might manifest next."
Dick was so shocked all he could manage to utter was, "Huh. That's new."
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You Would do That for Me?
Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader
Summary: You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?
Warnings: Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying, annoying people just in general, swearing
Word Count: 5.04k
a/n: I tried to make this as enjoyable as I could, but some of this sucks, I tried really hard to get it to what I liked, but only some parts got there. Im hoping I’ll like the next part better. Sorry for the wait, but thanks for waiting! Also my Spanish is rusty lmk if it’s wrong.
Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,
High school. Not the most appealing place for anyone, especially not if you are the one having to attend. You don't think there has ever been one person, that doesn't come from some high school musical bullshit world, that enjoys going to high school.
You are top of your class, and you'd think that would make it easier but that's far from the truth, specifically when you go to a school where everyone is supposed to be top of the class, or they were from the schools they had formerly attended. Smart people don't like being topped. So it isn't really personal when you get cussed out or get verbally bullied. At least you don't take it personally, not enough for people other than the ones who do it to know about it.
Today is the start of another exhausting day of school. Before you open the door to your room you once over your outfit, and mentally prepare yourself for everything that is to come. You let out a puff of air and begrudgingly walk down the hall and into the big elevator at the end of the hall.
"At least I don't have to walk down stairs," you mentally thank your father for being lazy, as you push the 'floor level' button.
"Good morning Y/n." Friday says as you walk into the kitchen.
You mumble out a 'morning' and walk over to the pantry. You pull out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Then you get a bowl and a spoon, placing them on the counter next to the box of cereal.
"Hey kiddo," You hear your dads voice from behind you. You smile, turning to see him leaning against the fridge with a carton of milk in one of his hands. You chuckle, and walk up to him giving him a hug. He kisses your head while hugging you
with just as much love.
"Hi dad." You say as he hands you the milk. Your dad gives you a look as he watches you tiredly get your breakfast.
"What?" You struggle to speak with a spoon full of food in your mouth.
When he doesn't say anything you ask again. "Dad, what is it?"
"Nothing, you just eat exactly like me." He chuckles out. And you scrunch your brows.
"Well how the hell else would I eat?" You ask. He gives you a pointed look, "I'm not going to quote any ancient museum piece but watch your mouth young lady." You put your hands up in apology.
“But It’s not even that bad of a word. S’not like you don’t say it.” You grumble slightly before stuffing another spoonful of Cheerios into your mouth.
“Although, that does sound like some old man I know, maybe I will let him know that you are finally starting to listen.” You give him a toothy grin and he shakes his head frantically.
“Don’t, please. I don’t want him to know he's rubbing off on me.” Your dad rambles out grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You chuckle.
You both talk a while longer as you eat your cereal.
“How’s school? Any drama I need to know about?” You roll your eyes at him.
“No, sadly, unless you consider Peter losing one of Ned's lego pieces and not talking to him for a whole four hours,” Your dad chuckles.
“I would say that's a decent amount of drama for those two,” You dad comments, and you continue your pass time chatter.
"Oh, also, sweetie, Happy is driving you to school today," You dad says as you finish up your cereal.
"But,” you start, “dad, you said you would." Your disappointed look doesn't go unnoticed even though you try to not let it show.
"I know sweetie, but I can't today, I will try to find some time this week or next to drive you, okay honey? I'm sorry." He gives you a look of pity. And he really does want to drive you, he just can’t.
You can’t figure out why it bothers you so much. It’s just a ride to school. Maybe it’s because you barely ever see him. Maybe it’s because lately he has been more occupied with work than with his own daughter.
It bothers you that it bothers you. You shouldn’t be mad at him for working, for being a hero. You should get mad because you know it's not like he wants to blow you off.
"Yeah, um, ok," you put on a tight smile as you walk over to a counter stool that you backpack is sitting on, and sling it over one of your shoulders.
"Friday," Your dad calls out, and she immediately responds,
"Yes sir?"
"Call down Happy, and let him know, Y/n is ready to head out." Your dad finishes as he walks toward the hall leading to his office. He waves you a goodbye and you give a small smile in response.
Not even a couple minutes later Happy walks in, car keys in hand. "Come on kid, let get you to school," You nod and follow him outside.
The walk to the car is quiet. And Happy is not complaining with your ‘too tired to talk attitude’. He's not one for much unnecessary conversation. That's not to say he doesn't care for what you have to say, he just likes moments of quiet. Especially during the shitty morning.
"Hey, Happy?" You ask once he starts the car. He looks up at you through the rear view mirror letting you know he's listening.
"What did my dad have to get to?" You hear Happy sigh but don't say anything.
"Listen, your dad, he's a busy man, so it could really be anything." Happy informs you with a small sad smile, trying to make you feel better. You just nod looking down at your hands, so you don't have to look at another person trying to give you pity.
——
You slam your locker shut and turn to see Ned and Peter at their lockers that are a few away from yours. You nudge MJ and she closes her locker slightly to look at you.
"Yeah?" She asks and you nod towards the rest of your friend group. Mj doesn’t like that you called yourself that but she doesn’t have a better solution so she lets it slide.
"I'm going to go talk to them, meet up later?" You ask and she nods before bidding you goodbye.
"No, no, no, Peter, listen to me, I know it isn't a scam, because my cousins, best friends, little brother also ordered from the website and it came." Ned argues with who you are assuming is Peter.
"I don't think that's a credible source, dude. Have you even met your cousins, aunts, friends, brother?" Peter asks skeptically.
"It was my cousins, best friends, little brother." Ned grumbled out with an eye roll.
“The fact that you have to correct him just proves the point more.” You state bluntly entering the very stupid, conversation.
“See exactly!” Peter exclamins in your dereliction. Ned mumbles something out but you don’t quite catch it, Peter does though and his face goes pink and he hits Ned's arm.
“My, point proven,” Ned says quietly. And you brush it off assuming it's an inside joke. The bell rings and catches your attention.
“Okay come on you five year olds, let's stop arguing about credible sources, and whose brother said what.” You put your hands on both of their backs and push them toward your shared first period classroom.
When you walk in and find your seat. MJ is already sitting, in the seat right next to yours. And behind you Peter and Ned sit down. When the final bell rings everyone is sat down and ready for a long boring lecture.
The teacher passes out assignments and you all finish the assignment pretty quick, so, per usual, you sit around talking, or more, arguing.
“We need to agree on something and stop arguing.” MJ says calmly. You are all arguing about the movie you’re all going to watch at your house on Friday night. When someone proposes a movie, someone else always doesn't like it.
“I'm sorry MJ, but I will not watch Titanic, I can’t.” You deadpan, arms crossed over one another.
“Oh, come on Y/n! It's not that bad!” Ned tries but you shake your head with a look of utter disgust.
“It is that bad, I physically can’t watch it. I know it’s iconic or whatever, but I won’t let that movie play at my house. It’s not going to happen.” You slam your fist on Peter and Neds shared desk.
“What about Shutter Island?” Peter suggests. Looking at you for approval and you shrug. “I'm good with that.” You say.
“What's with all the DiCaprio movies?” MJ asks. And Ned groans, running his hands down his face. “So that's a no?” Ned says more of a statement than a question.
“I never said no,” She tries but you put your hand out to stop her. “You didn’t have to, it's a no.” You say tiredly.
“We have zero chance at agreeing on a movie by Friday.” Peter says resting his face in his arms that are arms crossed across the table.
“You know what else it is at zero?” Flash asks as walking past us to get to his seat after turning in the assignment.
Before you can tell him to piss off he continues. “Penis Parker’s girl game. You have Zero chance of ever getting any girl, even if they are the ugliest thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.” Flash’s friends snicker at his words and he laughs loud at his own joke. As he walks past other kids in the class he gets fist bumps.
You look at him unamused. And when you see the sad embarrassed look on Peter's face you want to respond to Flash by cussing him out, but MJ gets to him before you do.
“We get it Flash, you’re taking your insecurities out on Peter, because we all know your ‘girl game’ is peaking in high school.” MJ retorts glaring at Flash. She says girl game like it’s the stupidest terminology to use, because it is.
“His girl game is just going to keep getting better after we graduate from this high school shit hole” You add huffing out in annoyance.
Flash looks around trying to get people to stand up for him. But no one does. They all just look away or at whatever they were before.
“Whatever,” You see Flash shrink in his chair as he quietly speaks. You glance over at Peter, he gives you a small smile.
“Thanks,” he whispers. You nod smiling at him.
The rest of class he’s quiet, and you can’t help thinking that this sort of thing happens a lot. You wish you could help him more, or that you could prevent it from happening. You sigh and stand when the bell rings, the subject still on your mind.
——
“I don’t know, MJ,” You start while unlocking your locker. “I like the idea of a horror movie, but I don’t know if the boys could take it.” She shrugs,
"Well we should just make them deal with it.” You hum in consideration, “I mean come on, think about how many times Ned has made us watch Star Wars?”
You nod in agreement. She does have a point. You can’t count on one hand how many times you’ve had to sit through one of the Star Wars movies.
“Alright, fine.” You huff out, “But you’re telling them.” You poke her shoulder with your finger when you say it.
“Deal,” She takes your hand into hers and shakes it. You chuckle, shaking back.
You and MJ start heading out the front doors of the building. You spot Ned and Peter, and wave to them. Ned waves and Peter smiles.
You and MJ part ways as she heads to the subway station, and you head over to a bodega to get some food while you wait for Happy.
You cross the street walking along the white strips of color on the paved road. You pull out your phone when you get to the other side of the cross walk, to see if Happy texted you yet.
Happy:)
I’ll be there in ten.
Happy:)
Where do you want me to pick you up?
Y/n Stark
The bodega, want anything?
Happy:)
I'm good.
Y/n Stark
Cheetos it is! See you in a bit 🫡
You turn off your phone and put it in your pocket, stepping into the bodega. The man behind the counter's head shoots up when he hears the bell on the door ring.
“Hola, pequeño Sparky,” The man says.
“Hola, Sr. López,” You grin and wave. When you first met, Sr. López, he told you that you look like Tony Stark's daughter. But he said spark not Stark, it stuck. You never correct him, and you never tell him you are actually Tony Stark's daughter, because you enjoy the name just as much as he does.
“Can I get a bacon egg and cheese?” You ask and he smiles big.
“Ah of course, and cheetos for Sr. gruñón?” You nod and smile. “You know it, Sr. López”
You walk over to the shelf of chips and grab the bag of cheetos. When your order is done you pay and head outside, waving Sr. Lòpez goodbye.
“Que tenga una buena tarde, Sr. López.” You say stepping out of the bodega.
When you walk out you almost trip. You look down and notice your untied shoelace. You probably unintentionally stepped on it again. When you bend over to tie it you hear something.
More like someone. Or multiple people. You hear someone whistle, and you stand and turn around abruptly.
And that’s when you see them. The three little pieces of shit that always bother you. They are always somehow there just when you don’t want them to be. Not that you ever did want them there. They are the weirdo dickheads who never leave you alone. Somehow they always pop up out of nowhere.
The blond short kid named Derek, whistles again. Logan the tallest one begins walking over to you. The other two follow.
You quickly begin walking past them. And you get half a block before Otis the jet black haired guy grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a small alley. Derek and Logan gather around you whistling laughing. You struggle in Otis’s grip, you’re sure it will leave a big bruise.
“What the hell do you want?” You spit out and Logan tuts shaking his head.
“Well look at you,” He breathes out as you get out of Otis’s tight hold. “How is a pretty thing like you still so available?”
Derek chuckles and pushes your body against the brick alley wall with his hands.
“I have no clue, but if you want to, baby, I'm open to anything” Derek growls out, and your face turns into disgust.
“Don’t make that face, it makes you look ugly.” Otis says with a scowl.
“I have to go.” You say quietly looking down to stop your shaky breathing.
“What was that hon’?” Logan asks, leaning his face close to yours. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” You know full well he can hear you, he's just being a dick.
You snap your head up with an angry expression, glaring daggers at the boys. “I have to go.” You state firmly. You watch as their faces turn into smiles, and they begin to laugh at you.
Then you hear a ding from your pocket. Surprisingly they let you grab your phone. You wonder why until Derek snatches the phone from your hands. You try to reach for it but Otis pushes you back against the wall.
“Give it to me,” You shout. They ignore you and look at the text. “Seems like she does have to go, boys,” Logan says, tossing your phone back with an annoyed look.
“It's a shame, I would have liked to tease you more.” Otis’s comment makes you mad. You look down at your lock screen to see a text from Happy.
Happy:)
I'm here, where are you?
The boys move to make way for you. And as you walk past them you trip over Dereks, purposefully, outstretched foot. You stumble and don’t bother to look back, so you don’t have to see them cackling at you.
You quickly scurry out of the alley and towards Sr. López’s bodega. You see Happy in a black car across the street, he sees you and waves. Nodding back you cross the street.
You open the car door and slip in. You pull the Cheetos out from your bag and reach over the divider to hand them to him. He thanks you and pulls out from the parking spot.
“Where were you?” He asks, chewing on a cheeto. You shrug, rubbing your bruised arm. “Uhh, I was just walking around waiting for you.” Its a good enough lie to get him to drop the subject. The car ride from that point on is silent, uncharacteristic for you, but Happy doesn't comment as he continues driving and you eat your bacon egg and cheese.
——
You hate it.
Feeling helpless.
How could you not when you were raised by the Iron Man, and grew up around superheros, and just strong people. So, it makes your blood boil when you think about the way you let them treat you. You know how to speak up for others, but for some stupid reason your own brain is too scared to be able to defend you.
What makes you doubly angry when you walk into your house, is thinking about the way Flash and the other kids at your school treat Peter. “What makes them think they are so much better? They don’t even compare to Peter,” you think. Peter is smart and sweet and has the kindest soul of anyone you have ever come across, so it pisses you off how shitty people can be. If only you could fix both problems.
“What’s got you so grumpy?” Pepper asks as you walk past her to your room. Her voice breaks your train of thought.
“Everything,” You grumble out. Pepper hums in understanding. Pepper, although she's not biologically you family, you consider her your mother. She's always there for you and she watched and helped you grow into the person you are.
“Anything I can help you with?”
“Not really. Unless you can magically make people stop being jerks.” She chuckles as your shoulders slouch.
“Well, when I'm dealing with Jerks, I tell them to stop or I’ll fire them. I usually try to hit two birds with one stone to get them out of my life faster. So fire the problem not just one person.” Pepper says, trying to help. You nod. And you catch the end of a conversation when your dad and Clint walk in.
“So, no, there will be no boyfriends or girlfriends for Y/n for a long time.” Clint chuckles at your dad.
Your brows scrunch before your head shoots up and your face breaks into a grin. Pepper who was watching you smiles, confused.
“You are a genius, dad!” You shout as you rush over to him to kiss him on the check.
“I know,” Your dad looks surprised when he says it, but smiles anyway.
“Thanks uncle Clint,” You hug Clint quickly and he tries to hug back but you pull away before he can.
Then you run back to your mom, wrapping her in a hug, before she can say anything, or pat you back, you run off.
“Thanks mom, got to go!” You yell back to her as you rush into your bedroom.
“What was that about?” Clint asks Pepper, and she shrugs.
“I say let’s be happy, she's happy.” Tony says as he continues to walk to his lab.
When you shut the door you throw your backpack on your bed. You begin pacing back and forth in thought.
“Peter needs a girlfriend. And I need someone who can keep those assholes away from me.” You drop the pacing for tapping your foot and rubbing your chin. Your face scrunches trying to think of a solution.
“It can’t possibly be this hard to come up with something… who’s a girl who’s single, and likes Peter, or can at least tolerate pretending to like him? Who’s someone who I can have, help me?”
Your tapping gets faster as your brain works harder. “How the hell can’t I think of anything? I’m the daughter of fucking Tony Stark for goodness sake. There has to be someone-“ You cut your thoughts off and your eyes go wide at your realization.
“No.” You think shaking You head. “That wouldn’t be acceptable. We’re friends not- not…that.”
“Oh shit.” You say aloud this time. “It’s the only solution that isn’t 100% insane.” You breath out a shaky sigh. “I have to ask Peter Parker to be my boyfriend.”
——
“This is 100% insane.” You think, gripping the pole in the rocking subway cart. “I know it’s insane, he’s gonna think it’s insane.”
You got Happy to let you head over to Peters to work on ‘a project’. You do have your homework with you, but you can’t focus on anything other than the crazy conclusion you have come to. So, no homework could get done without talking to Peter.
The subway cart is pretty full, because it just hit rush hour and there’s a woman who’s standing a little close to you. You step a couple inches towards the bar.
You keep going over what you are going to say to Peter in your head. You can’t come up with a coherent sentence that doesn’t sound like you are just flat out asking him out. Well you are doing that, “but- no- not in that way” You keep telling yourself. You just have to explain the situation to him, and he’ll understand. Right?
You also have to consider the fact that no one out of school can know about it. If your dad knew you were dating someone, you think he might just kill them. You heard what he said to Clint. But what he doesn't know can’t hurt him, at least while he doesn't know. You know what the consequences are if he finds out, but you are willing to do it, for you and for Peter.
The train car pulls to a stop, and the doors open. You hear the automated voice ring through the train station as you set out of the train car. Piles of people rush in and out of the train. You dodge the hoards by swerving and slipping past them, out of habit. Living in New York, it's impulses to walk around slow people.
You climb the steps of the train station and out into the chilly air of Queens. You wrap your arms around your body, regretting the decision to ditch the jacket.
It takes a couple minutes to get to Peter and May's apartment, but once you travel up the elevator and your hand is inches from the door, all your previous courage drains from your body. You blink harshly to shake away the fear. Your heart is pounding and you can’t breathe properly.
“Just do it already, what are you scared of? its Peter,” You know there is lots to be scared of but you won’t let your mind drift that way.
You lift your hand to knock on the door, but it’s pulled open before you can make contact with the metal handle. You step back startled.
“Oh god, so sorry.” The woman in front of you says with a sigh. Your heart rate begins to slow when you hear her voice.
“No worries, Miss Parker.” You chuckle. She laughs out at your words.
“Oh please, I'm not that old Y/n, just call me May, like everyone else.” She smiles politely at you.
“I'm not everyone else.” You smile back. She shakes her head with a grin. “No you are not,”
“Well, I have to go pick something up from the store, help yourself,” she gestures inside, “Peters in his room, most likely building a lego set.” She pauses, “Or looking up ones he wants.”
You laugh and nod, waving goodbye and walking in. You take your shoes off and shut the door. You’re kind of glad May forgot to ask what you are doing here, that makes this easier at least.
You huff out looking out at the tiddy cozy apartment. You have always loved it here. It is so homey and welcoming, and it always makes you feel a little more at ease. And now is no exception.
You slip off your shoes and as you walk by the coach you put your bag down to rest.
“Peter?” You ask as you walk closer to Peter's ajar door. You see the back of his head turned down, looking at some papers on his desk. You can see the white wire of his head phones sticking out from under his chocolate brown hair.
You push the door slightly and slip through. You walk closer to him, trying to keep your heart from picking up its fast pace again. You call out to him again, and this time place a hand on his shoulder.
Peter jumps up out of his chair, trying to look intimidating in a fighting pose. But the intimidation doesn't last long because he slips on a sweatshirt on the ground and falls.
You erupt into a fit of laughter. Peters just looks startled, but when his brain finally acknowledges the situation, his eyes go wide in relief. When he gets up and you are still laughing, struggling to breathe, his cheeks go pink in embarrassment.
“It's not that funny,” he mumbles out. This only gets you laughing again. He tries to hide his smile by stuffing his face in his hands.
“Ok, ok, sorry.” You chuckle trying to slow your breathing and calm down.
“You just jumped so high and then slipped on nothing.” You say rubbing your face with a grin.
“It wasn’t nothing.” He says kicking the sweatshirt on the ground further away from him and then walks to the door.
“Mhh,” you hum in amusement following behind him.
“What are you doing here anyway?” He asks as he leads you to sit in the living room with him.
“Well,” You sigh, still a little breathless from laughing. You pause, try to create a coherent sentence that won’t make Peter run and hide. You sit in the meantime and Peter sits down next to you.
“I need to talk to you.” Your face gets more serious and it worries him. “Why? Did something happen?” He asks as his brows furrow in concern.
“No, no, no, nothing happened. Or, no. More like I want to stop something from happening again.” You realize the sentence makes the situation sound different then what it is.
“Did I do something?” Peter asks his brows furrowing further.
“No. No never. It’s just,” you trail off, and before you can pull yourself together to spit it out he cuts you off.
“Did someone else do something? Can I help?” Peter's head tilts and his lips form a frown listening attentively.
“No,” you stutter out. “Just listen to me for a second Pete.” He nods with a quick apology. Then his full attention is on you. His eyes unwavering staring into yours. Suddenly you can’t breathe, but you try to speak either way.
“You know how you get-“ you pause to rephrase. “How Flash is a dick towards you?” Peter nods slowly waiting for you to continue. You hadn’t told him about the guys bothering you, and want to keep it that way.
“And how, today he made fun of you for not having a girlfriend?” Peter nods, getting wary.
“Well, I mean-“ you stutter over your words “if you want, and feel, you know, comfortable or whatever,” you swallow the lump in your throat. He nods again, smiling softly to try and ease the tension in your shoulders and urging you on. You squeeze your eyes shut and blurt it out.
“I could pretend to be your girlfriend at school and stuff,”
When you peak an eye open, you see Peter's shoulders slumped and his eyes wide. In utter disbelief.
“Then no one would ever give you a hard time,” You quickly explain so your point doesn’t come across wrong.
You wait for Peter to say something. You wait for him to tell you no, or to say yes. You wait for him to say anything at all. But he’s radio silent.
Worry begins to creep up your spine. The pit in your stomach grows inch by inch every second he’s quiet. What if this is the wrong conclusion? What if you stepped too far? What have you done?
Fuck. You shouldn't have come. You shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think this was a good idea.
But out of nowhere, as if he just realizes that he’s the person you’re talking to, he speaks up.
“You would- do that for me?” He asks as his eyes grow soft and his eyebrows raise hopefully.
“Well, I mean, sure.” You nervously chuckle out. Rubbing the back of your neck with your palm.
“And anyways, you’d keep the creepy guys away from me.” You note as Peter seems to step back taking everything you’ve said in. What if he starts laughing? What if he is messing with you? He wouldn’t do that, right?
“I- I-“ you hold your breath as he begins talking, the pit in your stomach makes you feel like you might throw up. If he doesn’t hurry up you’re sure you’ll apologize profusely and run out of the apartment before he can say anything.
“I would love-“ Peter smiles “to be your boyfriend Y/n.”
Oh.
You let out a shaky breath. It worked. You don’t believe it. He said yes.
“Really?” You ask, a small quizzical smile on your face.
“Yeah.” He says grinning wide.
Well shit. It worked.
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Remember When I Said Taehyung Might Not Be As Gay As We Thought?
Don't judge a man by his milfy wardrobe, he looks goooood.
It was... awhile ago. Maybe as far back as 2021 although I do not feel like link-searching it. It's in the archives if I didn't kill it.
Granted, there was a lot going on, then. There's still a lot going on and until now I had no desire to ever - EVER - return to this hellsite. Because Taekookers are fucking weird, yo.
And some of y'all got a lil bit up in my shit too as I (fuzzily) recall. Which: it's whatever. I'm extremely unsocial, don't even answer my own DMs. And it's not personal, so I get it. I don't need or want to defend myself, but I will protect people I care about. With my absence, if necessary.
OT: I also totally kicked the big C while I've been out so that was nice. Yoongi the cat is pleased that his noms will continue uninterrupted. I will be in wigs for at least another year. It's all good.
Oh LOOK at what we have here. Don't come at me for publishing this, I will explain.
I got it from actual media days ago, okay, and also: there was no expectation of real privacy. Keep reading. Or don't, I'm not telling you what to do.
ANYWAY. I had to come back, mainly to say TAENNIE IS REAL I TOLD Y'ALL IDK WHY NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME BUT HERE WE ARE. I'm gloating. Honestly, it's so rude, I'd apologize if I cared. But I am rude and snorfling into my cheerios about this. Tae just made me so damn happy, is all.
LET THE MAN BE BI OR HETEROFLEXIBLE OR EVEN STRAIGHT IDC. Jennie clearly makes him happy. Look at his "I'm going to Paris to see my girlfriend" face!
And in that very specific jewelry look, no less. Foundrae. Again. Still. Hm.
Here's what I can tell you based on my limited third hand no sources no receipts this is probably utter bullshit usual disclaimer:
It's a soft open, kids. This whole "oopsie we just so happened to get caught taking a lil walk in public with our managers in tow during which date at least one of us signed several autographs, what a surprise" is in fact a soft open for what will likely be a public confirmation PRETTY DAMN SOON.
It might happen before I get this thing published, actually, depending on when I get it up. If it's before May 22 at noon my time, no idea. If after, well. Guess we'll see. Jennie's supposed to show up at the screening of HBO's The Idol that day, screening at the Grand Lumiere at 10:30 CEST. One wonders if she will arrive alone, or bring a plus one. It's a big ask, and if he does it they're probably getting married, that's how big a deal it would be. So I'm not holding my breath, but.
This seems like a reasonable prospect for a plus-one viewing. Might not be the only one but... Jennie's IN IT so.
I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN. I think it would be a fucking POWER move if it did, but I also do not necessarily expect that it will. It COULD. It... MIGHT. It might not. Either way they're a thing, I'm telling you. They are, have been, a thing. For awhile. And it is apparently quite serious - like up to and including talk of engagement serious.
Remember when a bunch of folk thought that one gummy bear dude was going to jail for "hacking" Jennie's phone only there's been no actual movement on any "investigation"? Yeah. Trickle truthing, they call it. Give 'em a little bit, let them deny it and yell and chew on it for awhile before you give 'em a little more. But c'mon, nobody's wearing half the love-themed couple pieces at Foundrae for no damn reason.
Seriously they got the whole collection almost and both have been seen wearing them almost exclusively. For a year.See airport pic above.
Look, I don't have inside info on Taehyung. I do not. I ain't hang with his friends and I don't know him personally. Never met the guy. But I know a PR move when I see one and this is exactly that.
We all know how toxic stan culture can be. Some ToadlicKKers (and a few of us house elves) are certifiably bonkers, if stan twitter is anything to go by. And the guys, the company, they expect a whole meltdown. They know this is not gonna make half their fans happy. I mean the tkkers have a point in that it looks like they wanted to be seen. BECAUSE IT'S A SOFT OPEN.
What Taejen/Taennie/Jenhyung and the companies also know is that based on historic shipper behavior, this is gonna come back on Jimin, Jungkook, maybe Rose' and Lisa. And by extension, the other members. Maybe not as much due to their respective distance, but still. I bet by the time I finish this it will have already started.
Oh look there it is. Fuck those bitches, really.
Good LORDT. I'm not adding the audio, if y'all are that hungry for psycho hose beast Jimin hate hie thee to stan twt.
But, totally off-topic kinda...
... wouldn't it be cool if Jennie, who speaks great English, was hanging out with Troye Sivan and was like "so you know my boyfriend tells me that his bffs..." I'M JUST SAYING NETWORKING IS COOL AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS GET THINGS DONE OKAY.
You know that girl has the scoop. If Tae knows it, she knows it. Oh heeeeyyy Troye.
Also OT: I love that Taekook have been hanging out a little more lately. It's refreshing. I genuinely think having Jennie in his life has been good for Tae in several ways.
And you know, I'm kinda surprised Taennie has lasted this long. I didn't honestly think they would. It warms my decrepit, sad old heart a bit. Turns out I have a lot more to say so IDK IDK, if I feel okay about it I might be back.
Right now I'm just waiting for the official Taennie nod and the continued total meltdown.
#oh shit here we go again#taennie#stan twt#cannes#taehyung#kim taehyung#jennie#meanwhile the jeon parks continue unabated but that's another thing#tae in paris#random troye sivan#cannes 2023#yoongi the cat not the man#why the hell am i even here
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I’m you do Quinn but would you do Santana? If not you can also use this idea for Quinn:
(they’re both popular Cheerios maybe co-captains)
R and Quinn/Santana are on a date at breadsticks and some jocks from school slide next to each one and start to flirt w them.
They both smirk at each other and flirt back to get free food, then after the guys pay for their very large meals they see the karaoke stage just finished being set up and they get out the booth and tell the guys they’re gonna put on a show😏
They sing take a hint from victorious and kiss at the end.
The next day they walk the halls hand in hand as usual surprised people didn’t know about their relationship in the first place, so they used this opportunity to confirm the rumours that are being whispered around the halls as they go to their lockers and they start making out in front of their lockers while everyone is just shocked then Mercedes and Kurt come over and tell them to stop playing tonsil tennis which San/Q put their finger up like ‘hold on a minute’ and finish by pulling away saying an ‘I love you’ to each other before turning to their friends saying ‘hi’ before turning and opening their lockers which are right next to each other ✨
I'll do San for this one cuz she suits the request a bit more than Quinn does.
Santana x Reader
Ah Breadstix. Lima's to-go date spot. It was the best and quite possibly the only place with the proper dating atmosphere. It's where you find yourself right now, actually. Across from the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Santana Lopez.
It started out as a fling. You and her would go out to sleep together and experiment as you do as teens. Then it became a friends with benefits situation. At least until Santana caught feelings, to your surprise. You had harbored feelings for her as well, but you were better at hiding it. You took what you could get for as long as you could. Apparently, it was for longer than you thought.
But here you are, feeding each other breadsticks when two of McKinley's beefy meatheads slide into your booth, trapping you in.
"Hey ladies."
"What's two pretty girlies like you doing at a place like this alone?"
Santana rolls her eyes while you facepalm. Resting your head on your hand, you look at the boys.
"We're not alone? We're here... Together." You point between you and Santana. This was always the double edge sword, being on a sapphic date. You could pretend to be just a couple of friends hanging out. But people also don't believe it when you're out together.
These guys just didn't have a clue.
"Nah. You're alone cuz you ain't got guys like us with ya." He flexes, almost knocking over your drink. "C'mon. We'll show you a good time."
When your gaze turns to Santana, a wicked grin is on her face. It takes a second, but you catch onto what she's thinking. It's time to play these boys. Suddenly, you're ordering steaks and salmon. Breadsticks and assorted sides pile onto the table and the boys are none the wiser as you keep flirting. When the bill arrives, both boys wince, but pay regardless. It was going to be worth it, right?
Now for the escape plan.
"Hey, how 'bout we sing something for you boys?" You mention. The Latina picks up the baton you passed.
"Yeah. Breadstix has a stage. And we're the best singers in school." You disagree, but you don't voice that. Santana gets in enough of a pissing match with Rachel and Mercedes as is.
The boys readily agree to be serenaded and let you slip out of the booth. After talking to the karaoke machine operator, you set up and the music begins.
Why am I always hit on
By the guys I never like?
I can always see 'em coming
From the left and from the right.
Everyone in the restaurant is rocking out along with the song. Even the jocks, not having a clue about the meaning of the song. It takes two thirds of the song for it to sink in and for them to realize that they weren't taking you two home.
At the end of the song, you're back on stage and belting out the last note. As soon as you stop, applause erupts from the other patrons and you and Santana share a kiss before racing out of the restaurant.
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The next day, whispers in the school hall can be heard echoing. It seems to travel alongside you and Santana as you make your way to your lockers, hands locked together and swinging between your bodies.
"Wait, are they a thing?"
"I mean... That's hot."
"You owe me $20."
The whispers start to get annoying so Santana pushes you into the lockers and latches into your lips, trapping you in bliss. The whispers stop as your schoolmates stare. It goes on for long enough that they start to feel awkward and walk away.
To you and Santana though? You were in your own world. The space between you two was non-existent. The Latina had a knee dangerously close to where you desperately wanted it. Your hands held her head in place as your tongues swept over each other. Her hands kept your hips still as she presses closer. Then, like a knife, a familiar voice cuts through.
"Oh God. Please stop playing tonsil tennis." Kurt gripes from behind Santana. "We don't need to see that here." Mercedes chimes in next to him.
"Lord knows we see it enough during Glee Club..."
Santana just raises a hand, her index finger pointed up to tell them to 'hold on a damn minute.' A sigh escapes from both of them as they wait, Kurt tapping his foot with impatience.
When you finally part, you feel teeth pull at your lower lip and you let out a soft whimper. She presses her forehead against yours as you collect yourselves. Finally you don't have to hide it anymore.
"I love you."
"Love you too..."
With a deep breath, you two finally separate and greet your friends as if you weren't just macking on each other right in front of them. Just another normal to get used to.
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Hello, future friend and current uhhh... actually can we just be friends now plz?? :3 hehe anyway-
I saw you have Dr Stone content (I don't know how the creator of Dr Stone managed to make something so beautiful)- aaaaaand was just curiously wondering if maybe you also played Project Sekai to some degree as well? You seem nice and chill and like a lovely person, plus your art is absolutely beautiful!
Anyway- cheerio! I hope you have a gorgeous uhhhh day? Night? Umm... existence, I suppose lol-
Hey! 😆
First of all thank you so much! 💕💕💕 I'm glad you enjoyed the Dr. Stone art 😊✨ And my art in general! 💕✨
Secondly, sorry but no 😅🙈 Never played this game. The only rhythm based games I played during the last years were Taiko No Tatsujin (on the Switch and in Japanese arcades 🤭🙃👌) and the Karaoke Mini game in the Yakuza/Like a dragon games 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (Idk if that counts for something 🙈🙃)
And thirdly.. Uhm welp 😅😅😅🙈🙈 I really don't want to seem rude but I tend to have a very old school view on the matter of "friendship". By that I mean that I usually don't just say yes to a question like that 😅 Simply because I don't know you at all 😅 I don't mind chatting with strangers 🙂 but for me, a real friendship is something that develops over time and needs chemistry 💕 like.. If it happens, it happens. If not, then not 🙃 That's just how I see it 😆 I hope you understand 🙏😉
And thanks!! I also wish you a lovely day 👌✨💕
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Can we hear about the Las Vegas Greasedinah kid and Carriebee?
Yessir!
Let's start with Carriebee
Mindy! Her real name is actually Madeline but everyone calls her Mindy because she just prefers that.
Mindy is a small mail truck with dirty blond hair and green eyes.
*(I don't think that the fankid has to actually has to be like the parents in one way or the other just similar. In Freight a mail truck is said to be a coach but since it moves things not people I think it is also kinda a freight, thus being a mix of Carrie and Caboose)
Mindy is quite reckless and hyper. From a young age she just did things that she wanted to do without any sort of natural fear. For instance, when was a toddler-train she climbed up onto the fridge because she wanted some cheerios (gave Carrie a heartattack but Caboose was almost impressed)
She typically gets what she wants one way or another. Carrie and Caboose try not to completely spoil her but she often outsmarts other people. For instance, if her auntie Dinah won't give her another cookie she can just get two more from her uncle Greaseball if she plays her cards right(acting like she is going to cry or just being cute)
I typically see her as maybe about 7 or 8ish maybe even 10. She hangs out with Rusty and Pearl's kid as well as Dinah and Greaseball's children.
Mindy loves her parents a lot and especially likes it when they read her bedtime stories and tell her goodnight. She insist that both of them are there so that they can each read her a story.
She is aware that something happened when her dad was in the racing game and that he was partially to blame for "The Great Crash" as it is called as well as knowing the he had helped her uncle Greaseball in his racing days but she doesn't know ALL the details like many of the other trainlets in the yard
Mindy enjoys spending time with her aunties and uncles (the coaches and the freight, as well as Rusty, Electra and Greaseball). She never says it be she does have favorites. Those favorites being Rusty, Dustin and Belle
She does go to school for the young rolling stock (Starlight Elementary??) and right now she doesn't really study anything to be a mail truck because she is too young. Right now she is just learning basic things along with the other trainlets
*sighs happily*
NOW GREASEDINAH, THESE TWO JUST DO NOT QUIT
~So, they first have one boy then one boy again then Greaseball said lets try for a girl then they end up with triplets. Now let's unpack this shall we?
When they first found out that Dinah was pregnant they were both a bit uneasy about it, seeing that it was right after the events of the race (as it turns out Dinah was pregnant during the race and didn't know). Greaseball was very worried that something had happened to the trainlet because of everything that had happened around that time. The trainlet was born early and was the smallest diesel that the yard had ever seen. This was Greaseball Jr.! It was actually Dinah's idea to name him this but Greaseball gave him a double name too which was Greaseball-Jackson but nobody really refers to him by that.
He is a passenger engine and can be a shunter. He has black hair with blond ruts that he sometimes dyes. He has blue eyes and wears a uniform very similar to Greaseball's
Even though he was born early thus being smaller he grew up to be anything but little. I mostly see him in his teen to young adult years like between 17-19 years old and he is only a little bit shorter than his dad
He does like working-out and racing but is not dead set on making it his career. He enjoys being a shunter but does let Greaseball coach him on racing too, just to keep on open mind about his options.
Greaseball Jr. is pretty responsible and level headed. He takes very good care of his younger siblings and often talks to Dinah when he has a problem with something or someone.
He is called Junior by his family but most people in the yard call him little GB or just G to try to separate him from his father. He doesn't really mind being called Greaseball but he wants to make sure he has a different identity then his dad.
He is a complete momma's boy! Growing up he never ever left Dinah and would have to be pried off her kicking and screaming if anyone tried to separate him from Dinah. He eventually grew out of it but still stuck by Dinah constantly but just without the same meltdowns if he couldn't be with her.
~Their second son is Dallas
Dallas is a very large diesel engine. Like from a very young age he was pretty big. In fact people though that Dinah was having twins or triplets but nope, it was just Dallas. Dallas has dirty blond hair and blue eyes.
Dallas was born a couple years after Greaseball Jr. because Greaseball and Dinah wanted to make sure everything was stable before they had more children. I have Dallas' age set at around 14-16 ish and when he was born there were other trainlets that were already born in the yard.
Dallas is very much like Greaseball. He is quite popular with the others his age and he can be a little bit cocky. It is his dream to become champion just like his dad was once which scares Greaseball a bit because he sees a little too much of himself in his son and is worried that he'll end up down the same road he went down.
Dallas is also much like Greaseball in that he is a bit more aggressive. He often seems to forget that his younger siblings are little and younger and would often get upset at them for bothering him or annoying him or just not doing what he wants them to do. Greaseball talks to him a lot about his behavior and is often subconsciously hard on him because of it. (Hes just worried abt his boy)
~Now the girls
Greaseball said one more girl and got three. Dinah wanted one coach and got 2. At first, they both thought it was another Dallas situation or the possibility of twins but were quite shocked to find out they were having triplets.
The oldest is Wynona, a snack car, then Dixie a diesel engine and finally the youngest Katie a milk car. Wynona has black hair and blue eyes, Katie has blonde hair and green eyes and Dixie has black hair with blonde streaks and blue eyes. I see them to be much younger then GB Jr. and Dallas, so they are between 3 and 5 years old.
All of the girls love Greaseball so so SO much. They like to go to work with him when he lets them come with him. They are all daddy's girls and hate to be away from Greaseball. They would cry and cry being put to bed unless Greaseball read them a story or nursery rhymes until they feel asleep (this made Greaseball fall asleep too)
Dixie, being the only engine out of the three of them is especially attached to Greaseball. She wants to be as strong as him and often tries to lift things that weight more than her (Greaseball always stops her before she can really hurt herself) just because she really wants to be strong like her dad. She tries to act though too just like she sees her dad to be but she is the clingiest out of the triplets and always want to be picked up or to have her hand held.
Katie is very mellow and often sleepy. Other then being with her other 2 sisters and her dad, she is comfortable with her uncles Caboose and Rusty as well as the gang but is weary of Electra for no apparent reason. Some days she is ok being picked up by him and would sometimes follow him around but other days if he asks to pick her up she just shakes her head. She is like this with most people but especially with Electra. She has admitted the Greaseball Jr. is her favorite brother and he lets her look at and play with his medals and trophies(he has won some junior races and tournaments already).
Wynona is the most talkative one even though none of them really speak coherently yet. Everyday she likes to tell Dinah and Greaseball about her day and may fall asleep while doing so because she tried herself out talking. She and Dallas argue like typical siblings, but he is the first one that she goes to if someone is mean to her. Wynona often hangs out with her auntie Buffy and they have a lot of tea parties together. Buffy sometimes gives Wynona some of the pastries and teas that Bobo sends her too. Wynona likes to "help" Dinah in the kitchen sometimes so she can seek little snacks here and there
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There you go! It was very very long but it is done!
I am now working on the art of the fankids but still feel free to ask about the others too
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A series of ficlets for @polyshipweek 2023!
Day Seven: Accidental Family Acquisition-Ray/Rose/Bobby|Trevor <-AO3 link
When Bobby changed his name to Trevor and walked out the door to stardom, neither Ray nor Rose thought they would ever see him again. The thought stung, as if the years they had spent together, the love they had shared was so disposable.
“We were fine before him, we’ll have to be fine without,” Ray said, resolute. “It won’t be the same, but we’re fine, just us two.”
“Well, maybe more than two,” Rose said, patting her stomach. “In a few years.”
“We did always say we wanted a big family,” Ray replied.
The thought however, was little comfort as they watched Trevor soar from afar. Rose cried after one of the songs he had written first aired on the radio. She remembered sitting in the kitchen when he wrote it, nervous to perform it, but she had loved what he had come up with. Now it was like a knife to the heart to hear it all polished and produced under a false name coming from the airwaves.
Ray banned all Trevor Wilson music from the house after that, if only to spare them both some heartbreak. But he still flinched when the man who used to hold both their hearts showed up on the entertainment news, or on talk shows they enjoyed. And maybe it was morbid curiosity that drove him to watch, but Ray did, and wept when Trevor played himself as some cool, aloof guy with no attachments, rather than the shy teen Rose had brought home one night after he suffered a great loss.
Eventually the hurt faded, though it never truly disappeared. But they learned to live their lives with that phantom limb, and were quite happy. Yet neither brought up finding another third, knowing it would not fill the void-there could only ever be one Bobby.
Then Rose announced she was pregnant, and life became wonderful. Even if Ray wished there was another large hand next to his on Rose’s swollen stomach from time to time. Rose wished that she could turn to the side and see another beaming face as she suggested baby names or nursery colours. The two of them would share a sad, meaningful look, then clasp their hands together, a reminder that they were okay, just them.
Julie was a delightful baby; always happily babbling away, rarely cried, and was the picture of beauty, even at less than a year old. She was trying to take her first steps but had yet to accomplish the feat. That was what Rose was trying to encourage her towards when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it mi amor,” Ray said, kissing her temple. “Don’t let her take her first steps until I get back to film it!”
Rose tittered with laughter. “Oh yes, we can’t have that, can we Jules?”
Julie giggled in response, clapping her chubby hands and fell on her diapered bottom as a result, gazing up at Rose before grinning wide, her little baby teeth shining pearly white in the afternoon sun.
Ray shook his head fondly, unsure how he ever got so lucky as to have such a great girl as Julie with her equally wonderful mother smiling up at her. Yet the smile slipped off his face as he opened the door, seeing a ghost.
“Bo-Trevor,” he whispered. “Hi.”
“Can I come in?”
Ray nodded, then sucked in a breath when Trevor stepped inside, and had a baby carrier in his hand. With a pink wrapped infant inside of it. They sat in the kitchen, and Rose looked almost grim as she entered, setting Julie in her high chair with some Cheerios. “Bobby.”
“Rosita,” he responded. Glanced at Julie. “She’s your spitting image. How old is she?”
“You’d know if you had been here,” Rose replied coldly.
Ray laid a calming hand on Rose’s back. “Julie is almost a year old.” He nodded meaningfully at the sleeping baby next to him. “Who’s this?”
“This is Carrie,” Trevor replied, his whole expression softening as he took in the girl. “She’s just turned eight months old. She’s mine. I… I did some stupid things while I was away. One of which was Paige, who ended up pregnant. She didn’t tell me until she dumped Carrie on my doorstep and hightailed it back East. It’s been-quite the learning experience.”
“Why are you here Trevor?” Rose asked.
“I missed you.”
Ray gave a sarcastic laugh at that. “Well you’ve done a good job at showing it.”
“I’ve done a very bad job,” Trevo retorted. “I left because becoming a big star was my dream, but it broke my heart to leave you both behind. I just…. Didn’t know how it could work, being in the spotlight and making you both take the brunt of it. I was a stupid kid who let fame come before his heart.”
“You left years ago. Why now?” Rose asked, her guard still up. It had taken them so long to get over him leaving, she wasn’t about to let him wander back in with just a plea.
“Lola passed away,” Trevor whispered. “She was the only real family I had, and I didn’t want Carrie to grow up not knowing… knowing who my heart belonged to, even after all these years. I know you have no reason to take me back, but I thought maybe we could at least try to be friends? Let the girls know one another?”
“We could try,” Ray replied. “Julie could always use more friends.”
They both turned to Rose, knowing she was the deciding factor. She held herself for a moment, but then nodded. “But you’re on thin ice Robert. Don’t test me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Now let me have a look at the gorgeous girl of yours.” Trevore handed Carrie over who was just blinking awake as he did. She cooed up at Rose, who felt herself falling in love in an instant. “Hi baby. I’m your auntie Rose.”
“Ma!” Julie cried, making grasping motions with her fingers, and Ray scooped her up, bringing her over so she could see her mother and the baby.
“Look Julie, this is Carrie,” he said. “I have a feeling you two will be the best of friends.”
~
At eight, if you asked Julie who Carrie was, she’d respond right away, “That’s my sister.” She didn’t care that she and Carrie looked nothing alike, or that they didn’t share any blood, they were sisters all the same. Delighting in playing together, or discussing how gross their parents were. It was commonplace to find mami, papi, and tatay all cuddled together, sometimes kissing, and both girls would screw up their faces in disgust.
Carlos would copy them, sticking out his little tongue, but he was three and well into his copycat stage, so they didn’t pay him much mind.
However, just because they were sisters, didn’t mean they didn’t have their own friends. Julie and Flynn had met the first day of school and had been thick as thieves ever since. Flynn and Carrie bickered sometimes, but they generally got along. Carrie brought home Alex as her friend. He was a shy, anxious boy who loved to dance, the colour pink, and the drums.
Ray, Rose, and Trevor welcomed the friends that the girls brought home, loving that their house could be a source of warmth for them. Flynn’s parents worked a lot, so they were more than happy to host her. They didn’t know much about the Mercers, but Trevor whispered he didn’t think they knew about the three of them, and he wanted to keep it that way.
“Why?” Rose asked, the hurt evident in her voice.
“Because I’m fairly certain they are homophobic idiots, and I don’t want Carrie to lose a friend because her parents won’t let Alex come over anymore if they find out,” Trevor explained. “And that boy-he’s gonna need us after he comes out himself.”
Ray and Rose exchanged a look and agreed. Ray knew what homophobic parents were like, he’d lived through his, and Trevor hadn’t seen his own since he was a teen. Sure they weren’t Alex’s parents, but they wanted to be here as examples, as a refuge, so they kept their relationship mum.
A few years later, Alex brought two boys over with him; Luke and Reggie. Luke freaked out a little, given Carrie’s dad was the Trevor Wilson, his musical idol. Reggie seemed more enamoured with Ray after he complimented the Star Wars patch on his bag. But both booths in the end, only had eyes for Julie, who took them into her heart as easily as breathing.
The garage became a studio, with all the gathered teens going out there to watch movies, study, and most importantly, make music. Carrie was a bit more into pop, finding a group of girls to do more dance inspired songs with, but Alex gladly helped do back up whenever needed. Julie and the boys formed their own punk type band, and Rose delighted that her old instruments got some love.
She watched these kids, and her heart felt full. Ray twined himself behind her, and Trevor clung to her side as she watched them all sing together. Carrie and Flynn cheering from the couch, alongside Alex’s boyfriend Willie.
Sure, they were concerned about how frosty Alex’s parents were after he came out, about how Luke kept making comments regarding his mom and fights, how Reggie clammed up when asked about his folks, how Willie’s foster dad gave them all the creeps. But they tried their best, making sure all the kids knew they were there to talk, the door was always open, whatever they needed.
“Good thing we wanted a big family,” Ray quipped as he dragged his partners off to get the barbeque started.
“How did we accidentally get all these kids?” Trevor jokes. “I could have sworn we only had the three.”
“We have room for all of them,” Rose said, smiling at her boys. “Besides, the more the merrier right?”
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3x14 Of Glee
(On My Way)
- wedding catalogue
- edited fake nude blackmail photos
- rachel and finn almost breakup
- dude gets outed
- dude almost kills himself to cough syrup
- finchel proposal
- random religious suicidal guilt trip
- bro tries peanut butter for the first time
- mr shue tried to khs in hs
- confessions about the future
- regional competition time
- dalton performance is an
acappella dedicated to the dude who tried to khs
- the main song is "glad you came"
- i forgot to mention sue is pregnant
- im absolutely losing my mind at this bs
- there is also a random church choir
- RACHEL AND FINN ARE GETTING MARRIED
- kurt and quinn are flabbergast
- new directions are preforming
- i have no idea what but i think its about survival
- there is fog
- SANTANA AND BLAINE RAPPING
- OH THEYRE PREFORMING "I BELIVE I CAN FLY" 💀
- KELLY CLARKSON
- britanna are singing kelly clarkson which is very funny, mercedes is the lead 🫶
- my face is numb. idk why maybe its the women.
- where did they get these background dancers when glee literally has a performer shortage 😭
- blainey days please sing cough syrup
- rachel what is this melody 🫦
- OH MY IS THIS HER LOVE SONG TO FINN
- SHES SINGING HERES TO US
- quinn was staring so intensely at rachel i got a JUMPSCARE 😭
- aww she sang it to finn :(
- OKOK DID THEY WIN?
- YEP! ND CHAMPS
- 2012 "mid"west regional champ
- one of my fav glee moments tho
- OMG QUINN IS A CHEERIO AGAIN 😧😭
- quinn fabGAY... jkjk
- "hey how do i look" gay.
- "well im glad youre happy."
- "when you were singing that song.. you were singing it to Finn and only Finn, right?"
- *the most hesitant and sad nod ever*
- "he really does make you so happy, i want to support you rachel, and finn, and come to the wedding if its not too late."
- some gay ass giggling and a gay ass hug
- we're back to suicide dude :(
- its been 3 days?! what is this timeline
- kurt and david make up :)
- david
- kurt asks david what he is looking forward to, this man said "im a sports agent with a sexy partner, adorable son, and a happy life" thats the dream.
- FINCHEL WEDDING 😧
- will x sue is a fav crackship
- SUE IS A CO-DIRECTOR OF GLEE CLUB NOW 😮
- the parents hate this
- carol >
- burt >
- the gay dads 😐
- THEY WERE GONNA CALL BARBRA STREISTAND
- omg rachel looks stunning
- im gay
- QUINNS A BRIDESMAID
- THEYRE WAITING FOR QUINN
- focus on the road babe
- STOP TEXTING AND DRIVING
- "face it quinns not coming" bs
- rachel about to PAUSE her wedding for quinn
- "im gonna fake an epileptic seizure"
"youre not an epileptic"
"thats why im gonna fake it"
- QUINN GOT IN A CAR CRASH
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I know the post is several days old but your tags on the Jill Tuck post where you talk about “losing one son and then killing the cuckoo in the nest” have been living in my head rent free like it’s so accurate…. The relationship between Jill and the apprentices is just so fascinating to me…
HONESTLY!!!!! Post/tags in question. This is gonna make another entry in the collection of 'Jack's asks that Cai turns into meta.'
I haven't really seen Jill Tuck much (hanging my head in shame from not having watched the later movies yet, maybe i'll watch the next one tonight) so some of this might not be as fully fleshed out as it could be with meanings and parallels.
I love her so much though!!!!! So much!!! Queen who only wanted to help, and honestly had more hand in shaping the Jigsaw philosophy than most people want to admit!!!!
After all, 'Cherish your life' was her slogan for her clinic and it became a central tenet in the religion of Jigsaw. Her core belief of fresh starts and renewal was adopted and twisted by John. Billy the puppet who became the face of the Jigsaw Killer(s) was created as a gift to show John's devotion to her and their future son.
Her tragic loss of Gideon set John down his road, and the event itself provided his selection for some of his first victims, including a future Apprentice. The death of one child creates the birth of another. She had as much a hand in creating Amanda the Apprentice as John did.
She was literally the origin point for Jigsaw.
How did John pull a bad bitch like Jill Tuck??? The world will never know. But her role as a surrogate mother to match John's metaphor as father figure for the Apprentices is so interesting to me. Warning, this is gonna be about her relationship to all the Apprentices, not just Mark, and a little bit about her and John, and a little bit more about John's relationships with the Apprentices again.
Because I love the little fucked up family that is the Jigsaw Killers. Some parts are going to be shorter than others cause, well. Like I said, I've not seen all her interactions fully.
This is under the cut cause uh, long, again. Almost eye-rolling-ly long. (Show us that sclera baby!) But, I mean, what else do you expect from me at this point? Let's go.
Amanda. Oh Amanda.
She is, in some ways, a mirror of Jill herself. If she was created by Jill's actions, then she is the shadow of Jill, her parent.
First off, parentification among daughters is well recorded. And while this phenomena chiefly impacts children going through adolescence and forming their personality, I think it could definitely be applied to Amanda, who has been reborn, as the movies explicitly say.
From Wikipedia, (bolded emphasis mine):
"Gender considerations mean that sometimes the eldest boy or eldest girl is selected, even if they are not the oldest child overall, for such reasons as the preference to match the sex of the missing parent. Girls, especially those who have a large family, are likelier than boys to be parentified."
She is constantly shown as the most caring (especially in a medical sense! Saw III shows this!) towards John, their fucked up little family’s ‘parent’ figure. She is deeply emotionally involved with John, basing her emotions often on his moods and expectations of her. This could easily be argued as a form of spousification as well, but uh. Regardless!
She is the one pushes around his wheelchair, who oversees the medical procedure in Saw III. She appears to have even taught herself some medical knowledge, and decorated the operating room with religious figures in a shrine like fashion. John is, after all, a father and godhead, and children often treat their parents as if they are rulers or gods within their family structures. Besides, who else would have gotten him his Lucky Charms Cheerios in Saw II? All jokes aside-Amanda is, essentially, his caretaker and most devoted disciple.
However, the caretaker role was not one she just happened to fall into, I think. No, I think that is a role she takes over from Jill.
Jill repeatedly tries to reach out to John, to care for him when he neglects his personal health in pursuit of the Jigsaw Killings, and he brushes her off, instead sliding that role over to Amanda.
Aside from acting as caretaker for John, she has an instinctive urge to protect those she sees as weaker than her, especially children.
Laura, who she guides into death by holding her, as if she is an older sister protecting her in her final moments. Daniel, who she leads around by the wrist, as if she is guiding a younger brother. Corbett, who she whispers advice to through the door, a final act of protection. She can’t help but betray herself in these small actions and gestures, having in some ways, the same caring nature of Jill.
She’s also the one trying to reunite Jill and John by presenting herself as the shining example of John’s methods working. In an almost desperate bid of ‘See? Look Jill, this can work!’ John presents her as if it’s a debutante ball, and for her part, Amanda looks so so so much like a nervous child presenting a report card to Jill that it physically hurts me. She is also placing herself between them, quite literally, in Shawnee Smith’s blocking in relation to Tobin Bell and Betsy Russell’s in that scene.
Which, one, breaks my heart, but also two, once again that’s the eldest daughter mode of playing go between for feuding ‘parents’. She is acting as their ‘third thing’, that object of shared attention where attention meets and intertwines.
Amanda must think, in parallel to John’s twisted thoughts, that if she can show how she’s changed, she can help John win back Jill, then everything will be alright again. John will be happy again and she can gain his parental love and affection she desires, maybe even the approval of Jill. It’s once again, that lost daughter of a broken family trying to make things better.
As for Lawrence, we don't get to see a lot of his relationship with Jill. However what we do see is impactful.
He is tasked with retaliating if anything should happen to Jill, protecting her life and memory as a kind of living, breathing insurance policy for her. When Jill learns of Lawrence, as she drops off the tape from John to Lawrence, she is trusting this unknown factor (a son she didn't know she had) to do what is right.
Lawrence, in turn, obeys John's will, valuing Jill's life and memory for John, like a distant but favored son would. It is an intense, focused, contained, dutiful sort of love towards her, made all the more significant as he's never physically mets her, face to face, within the events we are shown in the movies.
Aside from that, Jill is continuously shown in a white lab coat, the same costuming for Lawrence, which draws visual similarities between the two, and emphasizes the connotations linked with such mode of dress. Competency, knowledge, cleanliness, care, healing. It's a very interesting parallel as Jill was the last person who loved and was loved by John, while Lawrence (who could be argued as John's most successful Apprentice, and thus best loved) holds no love for John.
I can't speak of their relationship as nearly as much as I wish to, chiefly cause I haven't seen the full movie yet. Sigh.... I really need to get on that.
And now, on to Mark, who this ask was originally suppose to be about. Cheesus Crispy on a cracker, how did this get so long... and it's only going to get longer.
Mark, and how he relates to Jill, is very interesting. I've mentioned before how he is a Nero figure, killing his mother and burning down the kingdom. But you know who else he reminds me of, in a slightly roundabout way? Oedipus Rex.
Oedipus Rex, as you may already know, is the central figure of the Sophocles play originally titled Oedipus Tyrannus. Which, oof, much could be said about Mark as a Tyrant figure as well, someone with no legitimate claim to the throne, as he is not tested initially the same as the other Apprentices.
Oedipus Rex was fated by the Greek God Apollo to kill his father, and marry his mother, thus taking over the throne of Thebes. Mark's background expresses some of the details of the play, albeit in slightly varied ways.
Within the play, Oedipus is abandoned by his father, Laius, because he is fated to kill him. Laius asks Jocasta, Oedipus' mother, to kill the infant, however she refuses. She tasks a servant with killing the boy, however the servant also balks, instead (depending on the story) leaving the child on a bare mountaintop where he is found by a shepherd, or giving him to a shepherd who gives him to Polybus, a childless king of Coronith.
Desperate to avoid his fate that the Oracle of Delphi revealed to him, and operating under the assumption he is the child of Polybus, he travels to Thebes. Through a series of misadventures and heroic feats, Oedipus does fulfill the prophecy, killing his father and marrying his mother.
When the full truth is revealed, Oedipus asks for his sword, so that he may slay his mother with his own hand, but Jocasta has already hung herself. In despair at his tragic fate being brought to fruition, Oedipus gouges out his eyes with the golden pins that secured his mother's dress.
While the story of Oedipus doesn't exactly match up with Mark's, there are some remarkable details that jump out to me.
Oedipus being adopted by a childless king, which can be translated directly to John as a figure within his life. There's the contested details of the shepherd which, if you've read Adrian's glorious Saw etymology post, could be linked to Zep, the Apprentice that never was. There's the detail of killing his own father, as Mark had a direct hand in blackmailing Amanda, which ultimately killed her and indirectly caused Jeff to kill John.
Then there's the relationship Oedipus had to his mother, Jocasta.
When he desires to kill her, he wants to do so by his own sword, the item that is tied to his identity as a King, a warrior and the winner of her hand. And what is the Reverse Bear Trap except Mark's sword? It is his test, it is his formation as Jigsaw, it releases his bestial nature, and is what he uses to kill Jill. He is Oedipus, but one who has wrestled away the satisfaction of death from Jocasta's hands.
However, Jill's death itself becomes the golden pins, as Lawrence retaliates for Jill's death. He locks him in the bathroom, sealing him forever away in darkness, it's own form of removal of sight.
As for the more modern references of Oedipus, there's of course the Oedipus Complex. The desire (often sexual) for one's own mother, and a rivalry with one's father. Very gross. Fuck Freud forever. However, if you look at the Britannica's definition of it, it seems very relevant:
"Oedipus complex, in psychoanalytic theory, a desire for sexual involvement with the parent of the opposite sex and a concomitant sense of rivalry with the parent of the same sex..."
Mark has indeed a sense of subordinate rivalry with John, wishing to outdo him and carry out his own form of justice. As for the, uh, sexual side of Mark's infatuation with Jill, just..... This gif alone should be enough to show those undercurrents (which very interestingly parallels this moment with Peter. HUh. Parallels.)
As for my commentary about Jill losing one son and killing the cuckoo in the nest, it's intrinsically linked to her execution of John's last true will, the one in the box.
John's will is her final contact with John, a man who has ruled much of her past and life before her death. He is responsible for the greatest tragedy of her life, Gideon's death. This will is John's double edged apology to her. This is her moment for rebirth, moving forward. But it's also done in a way that asks her to still tie herself to the legacy of the Jigsaw Killers by murder a test. One last set of tasks, and then she can put John's ghost to rest.
She trusts the test part of this will to Mark, which becomes the test for William Easton. She hands that part of John's legacy off to this new, strange, brutal son.
Cuckoo birds, practice something called Brood Parasitism, in which mother cuckoos lay an egg in the nest of another bird. The egg is stronger than the host eggs, and so is resistant to being destroyed. When the cuckoo is born, they hatch faster than the host's eggs, have a mouth they hold constantly open, and grow larger then its nest mates, which it kills by tossing them out of the nest. The host birds have no choice but to feed this single offspring, even if it becomes larger than themselves.
He's the cuckoo bird to her, an interloper in the relationship nest of John and her, a creature she has no love for except she knows she must feed him, as he's thrown all other birds out of the nest. So she gives him John's final will, a poisoned morsel that draws him into her own test for Mark.
Killing Mark, using the Reverse Bear Trap, is the fabled end for her, the end of John and his continuation and legacy. She can move on, she can forget, she can wash her hands clean and be reborn how John always claimed people could be.
But she can't.
But it goes horribly wrong, like a Greek tragedy, and the cuckoo throws her from the nest too.
#cai says things back#saw#saw meta#DEAR GOD THIS IS LONG!!!!!!!! and probably makes minimal sense lmao#but also this uses some of a meta i was writing that i realized was horribly wrong cause i realized wait what.#apprentice order is mark amanda lawrence....... that's what i get for opening my mouth before watching all the movies#okay i'm releasing this into the world and hoping it's not too painfully dense
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I have run out of patience with authors and I don't know whether to start attacking or understand their situation I really hate waiting I mean why are you taking requests if it takes so long? Or worse, when they don't write it at all, without notifying me, and I wait for nothing
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Okay, before i answer this,
To all my followers and readers, i want to say thank u for ur understanding this whole time for how long it takes for me to update on my fic or write ur requests. i really really appreciate ur patience n understanding. I am very grateful for u. Without u, i wont be here this far in writing.🥰 Also thank you so much for not acting or being like this 🌿 anon.
Hello 🌿 anon! Wow, I had to read this ask twice to actually believe what i just read n it's really not the right time for this because i am very moody. I am a person who usually feel bad and appologize easily. But no, not to u, not this time, anon.
First, "why are you taking requests if it takes so long?" , we take requests as our appreciations to our readers/followers, so they can feel they have a piece of them in the fic that we write. It's also another form of way for us to interact with our lovely followers. Some people have great minds /ideas to express.
It takes SO LONG for us writers to write because uh we HAVE A FREAKING LIFE?! Do u think that we have nothing to do but to sit n write? No, anon, we have a life, a job, kids or whatever in our life that we have to take care of / do every day. I have a 2.5 years old toddler who doesnt let me to go to the bathroom in peace, for crying out loud!
Also, just in case u r not smart enough to realize, writing is NOT easy! It takes a whole damn process to write even a simple fic. So yeah, it takes time.
Second, "or worse, when they dont write it at all, without notifying me and i wait for nothing." Maybe u should think why we dont write ur request, maybe ur request doesnt fit with our request guidelines. Or maybe it makes us uncomfortable, or just simply dont feel like writing ur request. Us writers, dont owe u anything actually. It's our blog, we can write what we want or not writing what we dont want to. Also if u request on anon, how r we gonna notify u? Maybe we replied n inform u that we r not gonna write it n u missed it.
"..and i wait for nothing." Well news flash anon, thats life. Sometimes u wait for nothing, didnt meant to burst ur bubbles anon.
Third, " i dont know whether to start attacking or understanding their situation..", the fact that u even debating on this n says it, it pisses me off! WTF?! Of course u have to understand our situation! Bold of u to say this. U want to start attacking us??! What a shitty mind u have there. What u gonna do to us? Send hate ask n punishing us for making u wait? I meant, who r u? The only thing thats gonna happen if u attack us, u gonna end up being blocked by us. Jokes on u.
Lastly, "i have run out patience with authors.", well, same to us, anon. We r running out of patience with people like u.
N if u dont like to wait and have a shitty entitled mind like this, u r more than welcomed to unfollow n leave.
How about, u make a writing blog, write some fics, take some requests get them done while u do ur chores in life n keep ur life going then come back off anon, n talk to me.
If u hate waiting for us to write ur idea, then write it urself..
Also, did u request anything to me that i havent write it? U can tell me which one is ur request, anon?
Cheerio!
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hey quick question. ive seen some fans arguing that the UHT didn’t actually bully rachel and they were just rude to her, so I though I’d ask you since you seem to know the UHT more than anyone: do you think they actually bullied rachel at one point or they were just rude to her then it became a rivalry. thx 💕💕💕
Hey Anon, first of all flattered you'd turn to me. Given how many love the UHT, 'more than anyone' is a high bar haha. That said, I think anyone who says the UHT weren't bullies doesn't really know anything about them.
It's canon that they bullied Rachel. Rewatching the first season I was actually taken aback by the things Quinn says about - and to - Rachel. Despite what they try to retcon with Santana in s5, Quinn absolutely was leading the charge pre-Pilot and for the first few episodes when it came to bullying Rachel. It's implied she's part of the reason the rest of the school looks down on Rachel, too. And lots of other things are implied like it's often the case with Glee, but we also do see Quinn, and in s1 by extension Brittana mercilessly bully Rachel. Quinn also has several very weird transphobic comments about her, yikes, which are later transferred to Santana's repertoire of insults.
Santana and Brittany also participate - yes, even Brittany, idk why people would try to pretend Brittany was any less mean but I digress. Even before Santana became the Alpha Bitch in Quinn's place she also targeted Rachel and famously continued well into the show. And unlike Quinntana, who later develop a layered relationship with Rachel, Brittany never stops being at least lowkey mean to her. And maybe those later seasons shades and Santana's "casual" insults are more examples of being rude but make no mistake, the Unholy Trinity most definitely did bully Rachel. Even if we call later interactions something else, the first season was bullying.
And in terms of calling it a rivalry, to me that implies equal footing. Quinn and Rachel being in a love triangle with Finn, sure call that a rivalry. Pezberry being their dumb chaotic selves later on, rivalry. What Rachel had with Kurt and Mercedes were on and off rivalries. But the case of Rachel and the Unholy Trinity at the start of the series is not just a case of "oh, some girls were rude to me, now we're rivals". There was a clear power imbalance within the high school social hierarchy and they ruthlessly exploited that. IIRC there's a mention of Quinn ordering slushie attacks on Rachel. The Cheerios as a whole revel in humiliating her in the Pilot. They really weren't just rude, it was bullying clear as day and it was far from being a fair fight. They moved on, including Rachel who's generally very forgiving, but it was bullying.
Trying to say otherwise, idk, to me it's a woeful misinterpretation. We don't have to pretend the Unholy Trinity weren't bullies (at some point, anyway) in order to justify liking them, which is imo what some fans do. But their treatment of Rachel is part of the story and I see absolutely no reason to pretend it isn't. Actually I do see that line of thinking fitting into some of what I've seen of fan behaviour these days but I do not vibe with that. Pretty insidious if you ask me and doesn't lead anywhere good.
#this seems like a thread that would happen on reddit#with uht and rachel stans jumping at each other's throats#glee asks#anon#uht#uht asks#unholy trinity#rachel berry#rachel asks#santana lopez#quinn fabray#brittany s pierce
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Day 3: Data
@khoc-week
A nitty gritty look into how this small boy operates...
Maybe not nitty gritty, but close enough-
Stats wise:
He has a lot of heart! He cares deeply about others and that is where his strongest connections lie! Not everyone appreciates it, however, so he only has a couple close friends in the form of Iris and his Chirithy, Cheerio. A very low ratio of love to friends.
On the other hand, he has a fairly low intelligence score. Not that he's big dumb or anything, he just gets lost super easily in important conversations. You could be telling him the world is ending and he'd be like "Can't we just tape it back together???"
In terms of battle stats:
He is... very wimpy, not gonna lie. He's not the best at dealing heavy blows and is more of a fast hitter when he's not sad about the fact he is hitting creatures. :(
When overcome with powerful friend protecting rage, however-
Still kinda wimpy, but very entertaining to watch!
This is why he sticks to playing the healer role instead! It's a lot less work for a kid who can't even crack open a jar of pickles.
Onto other types of data...
He is definitely not technologically inclined. As soon as he gets handed a phone or a computer his brain completely shuts off.
So he leaves the tech stuff to the people with much bigger brains!
Even after being told he was in a data copy of Daybreak Town during the end of days he didn't quite understand what that meant. For the most part it gave him an existential crisis-
Somebody teach this poor lad about computers...
Well, that's about all I have for today's prompt, maybe I can finally tap into some of his fun adventures in his near future...
#sham's art#shamsbabs#alto#khoc week#khoc week 2022#digital doodles#i didn't have clear and consistent thoughts for this one lmao#got close enough to what i was spinning in my brain so that's good enough#my silly little clown boy can't use a phone oh woe is he#his brain too small :(#kh oc#kingdom hearts oc#khux oc
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hiya!
this is about the ao3 emoji ask and now I'm frantically searching for the right emojis because I never use them when texting, lmao. here we go!
👻 [ghost emoji]
🏅 [medal emoji]
✨ [sparkle emoji]
I wanted to ask much more, but I'll tone it down a wee bit right now :D
cheerio!
hello hello!!! oooh thanks for the asks! and hahah well, feel free to ask away if there's more you want answered later XD
👻(ghost emoji) What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?
Oh boy. So, I'm really very hesitant in general to ever say that fics are entirely abandoned - mainly because my interest waxes and wanes so easily, so it's entirely possible that I'm going to come back and pick something up, especially if I have a substantial portion of it written. However, I have literally probably a hundred little snippets of fics that are absolutely not going to get written into a full thing. Someday I’ll maybe get around to uploading them to the ‘unfinished stuff’ ao3 fic. Here's a little list of some of the ideas that won't ever get finished, most likely (most of them undeadwood, alas):
an aly/clay old guard au that was real sad
an aly/clay angel/demon au
a matty/clay olympics au
about ten "romcom" aus that were all stupid romcom type ideas lmao, they were fun to noodle about with but never made it past a few hundred words of writing
a sexy leverage ot3 one
many more that i'm forgetting
Some that i'm worried won't get finished but really want to:
a matthew/clayton shifter au with watership down themes
an undeadwood ladyhawke au
the nemesis au (it's so fucking long, someday i wanna finish it, i'm worried i won't)
the udw lighthouse keeper au
basically the moral of the story is - I love thinking about new AUs, and have a bad tendancy to start them and then never finish because I get a new idea. The goal now is to just like, let myself think about the idea and not worry about writing it in totality. I'm doing more "short prompt based chapters that aren't a big fic" these days, which seems to work a bit better.
🏅(medal emoji) What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
I have a holiday fic planned out that I'm actually really excited about!! And proud of the idea of lol, I think it's going to be fun.
Feels kind of like a silly one, but I'm also really proud anytime I continue to write or work on stuff that I know isn't going to be super popular? I'm aware that I'm like, a writer who gets encouragement from engagement, so I'm proud of myself for doing the thing regardless and continuing to unlearn the "kudos and comments are the reason to write" type mentality. Writing rarepairs even though only a few folks want to read them, still sometimes writing undeadwood stuff even though it's a really tiny fandom these days, etc etc. Writing because I love writing rather than because I want people to like my stuff.
(Also I do legitimately have some very lovely pals who engage with my stuff, and I love you many.)
✨ (sparkle emoji) Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.
Oh this one is tough hahaha. Hmmm. Expressive, interesting, and meandering (not in a bad way. But I do think it takes me a while to get where I want to be XD)
Thanks so much for the ask, friend!!
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so pat and cap have a standing lunch date where they get afternoon tea at some posh cafe every week/other week and talk about that week's goings-on (aka gossip), and pat pops by to tell cap that he cant make it this week because theres a special parent/child lunch thing on at daleys school and he cant possibly say no to that. he starts apologising but cap is like please stop, because its ridiculous that cap could be mad about pat taking an oppertunity to spend time with daley.
cap: actually, this is good news.
pat: it is?
cap: yes, because we can reschedule of course, and when we do this means i get group gossip, but also the daley gossip too.
pat: ...the daley gossip?
cap: yes. whats that little bitch ruby been saying about connor? did sharlene and erica get married a few days ago like they were supposed to or did jackson ruin it? is mrs peterson giving richard higher marks than she should because she's dating his father. come on patrick, keep up.
yes yes i love this idea!! pls read on!!
in my head they're already together but it's early days maybe? i imagine that the first time Daley spoke to Cap about the school gossip it was like, a generic Sunday, Pat's pottering in the garden, Cap is reading the newspaper at the kitchen table and Daley's like sighing dramatically into his cheerios and giving Cap pointed looks
Cap, without looking up from the newspaper: what's up Daley?
Daley: oh...nothing
Cap: you sure?
Daley:....
Daley: it's just that sharlene and erica were meant to get married under the big oak tree in the school field and i was gonna be the vicar but then jackson said they should wait until we're older so now they're not doing it for a MONTH?!
Cap: gosh...that's tough buddy.
Pat informs him after this parent/child lunch that Daley DID get to be the vicar and that they had tasteful rings made of plaited grass and Sharlene held a branch of the oak tree with some leaves on as her bouquet. Jackson walked Erica down the aisle. also Pat has met Ruby and despises her too. he may also have orchestrated the break-up of Mrs Peterson and Richard's dad. all round, a successful day.
also this interaction
Daley: the wedding was a complete success, i actually took inspiration from your and the Captain's wedding
Pat: Daley, love, we're not married
Daley: oh yes, my mistake, well, something to think about for the future then isn't it 👀
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Incorrect Quotes
Thanks for tagging me @mjjune ! This was way too fun and I might have gotten carried away.
Rules: Use this ( https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator ) generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like! I tagged as many people as I had quotes, but you can tag however many you want to!
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Okay but seriously, some of these actually just sound like the characters.
Marcel: The first time Maeve opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside they yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"
Maeve: How would you like your coffee?
Marcel: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Maeve, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
Marcel: What is your favourite mythical story?
Maeve: The Story Of My Will To Live.
Marcel: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.
Maeve, texting Marcel: sends a voice message
Marcel, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?
Maeve: No, don’t worry, just listen later.
later
Marcel: presses play
Maeve's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-
(This is ACTUALLY their dynamic. Maeve’s even an inexperienced fire mage, so this is entirely plausible)
Marcel: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.
Maeve: Actually, Marcel, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.
(I can legit see fashioning some of these to work in the book)
Marcel: The stars are so beautiful…
Maeve: They're just giant balls of gas.
Marcel: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-
Maeve: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.
Marcel: Oh…
Marcel and Maeve looking at a locked gate into a park
Marcel: Aw. :(
Maeve: You know what they say.
Marcel: Please don’t-
Maeve: BE GAY DO CRIME! hops gate
Marcel: Frick-
Marcel: Am I in trouble?
Maeve: Take a guess.
Marcel: No?
Maeve: Take another guess.
(This is like, already a whole chapter of the book. Maybe more)
Maeve: I failed my safety training course today.
Marcel: Why, what happened?
Maeve: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"
Marcel: And?
Maeve: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.
(Also plausible)
Maeve: Marcel has only knocked me out three time this week. Our friendship is really developing.
Marcel: Maeve! Have you no dignity?
Maeve: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?
Maeve: casually taking four stairs at a time
Marcel, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-
(A frequent occurrence in their relationship)
Maeve: How long do you think it'll take?
Marcel: I don’t know, three or four.
Maeve: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?
Marcel: Yeah, maybe five.
Maeve: Five what?!
Maeve: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Marcel: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Maeve: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Marcel: Somehow that's worse.
I’m not even kidding when I say I can see them doing most of these. I didn’t even cherry pick most of them.
Tagging: @writewithfire, @faelanvance, @magic-is-something-we-create, @kiraofthewind @queenofimaginedworldsWriteblr @gailynovelry @author-audrey-simmons
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JJK: Neighbors AU
List of all Jungkook fics under 'Neighbors' AU:
* ¹ - one shot ² - two shots s - contains smut
* Last updated: 22/10/2023
D R A B B L E S
Heartbeat by blackswanswriting-blog
Summary: Insomnia strikes once again. One night you end up calling your friend, Jungkook, for help. You used to think the best time of day was right around when the sunsets since you could enjoy all of the gorgeous hues that would paint the sky. However, over the past couple of months, that feeling has changed as Jungkook slowly becomes the only thing that can help you sleep when you experience a sleepless night. Now your favorite is between the hours of 2:00 am and 4:00 am. What started out as bouts of insomnia quickly became the most beautiful times.
How to Ask Your Neighbour Out by bluewhale52
Summary: Jungkook has a crush on his neighbour and he is determined to ask her out. If only he isn’t so shy.
Tough Luck by alpacaparkaseok doctor!Jungkook
Summary: He’s that annoying neighbor that sings in the shower.
O N E S H O T S
Arrow to the Heart by kidguk s wc~7.8k / gang au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook doesn’t understand what the fuss is about the rival gang’s sniper. She’s a perfect marksman, they say, yet every time he has faced her he’s gotten away - quite easily too. Is he just that good? Maybe. Is the real reason, unbeknownst to him, that he also happens to be kind of (it’s complicated) dating her? One hundred percent.
Behind These Walls by cupofteaguk wc~4k
Summary: You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all of my cheerios.
Close the Distance by hearts4joon s wc~13.5k / college au
Summary: Two different adults, living two completely separate lives — in the same neighborhood. A guy who’s overbearing mother makes him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. A girl who’s parents are all too drawn to her younger siblings to even give her the time of day. While the two fall in an unlikely relationship (very unlikely), they still ravish each and every part of one another in every way — the best of attention, the one they both craved all their lives.
Feels Like Summer by badbhye s wc~16.6k / brother's best friend
Summary: You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?
Give Me Something Good by reliablemitten wc~3k / single dad!Jungkook
Summary: Jungkook, his daughter, and their sweet dog Bam, are your tenants. You’ve let them into your home, on Halloween will a scare mean you let them into your heart?
Tell Me Something Good by reliablemitten wc~5k / single dad!Jungkook
Summary: You’ve started seeing your downstairs neighbor and tenant, the very hot Dr. Jeon. Everything is going so well, but is it too good to be true?
Hours by dawnagustd s wc~3k
Summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight.
Keyed by taemyg wc~3.8k / enemies to lovers
Summary: You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.
Last Christmas by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7.5k
Summary: Last Christmas, she gave you her heart, wrapped up with a note saying, I love you. She meant it. This Christmas, you give her back the stuff she left at your place and run into her next-door neighbor that knew all about your love. Somehow, you end up explaining why it went wrong.
Love Letter by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7k / university au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Mr. Ice by army-author wc~11.1k / enemies to lovers
Summary: The boy living in the apartment above yours is exceptionally cold to you, and you’ve not-so-lovingly started calling him ‘Mr. Ice’. But when the two of you end up snowed inside your apartment complex in the heart of a blizzard on Christmas eve, his icy exterior begins to melt…
Neighbors [AO3] by btssmutgalore s wc~6.1k
Summary: When your hands are full, a cute neighbor lends a helping hand.
Neighbour by imagniation s wc~4k
Summary: ‘You think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour Jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.
Snack Thief by astralkoo s wc~6.4k
Summary: In which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.
Snaps by cryxtal-moon wc~10.3k / photographer!Jungkook, assistant!reader
Summary: A tale of you as Jungkook’s assistant while he goes around with a camera strapped to his neck. More accurately, you being annoyed at him treating you like a mini helper and him cheekily taking more than six months to admit he loves you.
Spidey Spidey by kookings wc~7.8k
Summary: Your neighbor slash crush Jeon Jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. And also at kissing you.
Spring Snow by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.3k / coworkers au
Summary: In memory of you, the one I should have loved when it counted. But I didn’t. I’m sorry. To the backdrop of the black sky and white flakes falling down, you and Jeon Jungkook learn that you are far more connected than you could ever believe. I miss you.
* The Garden Thief by lemonjoonah s wc~9.3k / enemies to lovers, hybrid au
Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.
The Underwear Thief by gukyi s wc~10k
Summary: Jeon Jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.
Tinsel Wars by army-author wc~7.6k / rivals to lovers
Summary: You and Jungkook compete over everything, including Christmas decorations. But when your rivalry comes to a head one December, unspoken feelings bubble to the surface beyond the glare of Christmas lights…
Up All Night by moni-logues s wc~5.8k / enemies to lovers, PWP
Summary: You've moved into a nice, new apartment but there's just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide it's about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for.
Up To Snow Good by aredheadedmess wc~5.1k / enemies to lovers
Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Violet Hair & Lip Rings by hazytaezy s wc~4.3k
Summary: Jungkook wasn’t expecting much when he moved into the neighborhood. But then you came blazing into his life.
Won't You Be My Neighbor [AO3] by btsarmy9593 s wc~8k
Summary: You do not appreciate your new upstairs neighbor playing music at all hours. Even if it’s good music. Even if he looks like that.
* You're My Light by arainbowofchaos wc~9k
Summary: Trapped by social anxiety within the confines of your home, your world transforms upon Jungkook's arrival, your new neighbor. Little do you know, he's not just a stranger but a figure from your past with some hidden history. Could Jungkook hold the key to mend your emotional wounds and lead you towards healing?
T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S
I Gasp Once, and in That Breath, I Accept You In [pt2] [epilogue] by inkofyoonkoo s strangers to lovers, FWB
Summary: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past.
Remote Learning ² by hansolmates s
Summary: Working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. After buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. However, Jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.
Rattled by gukslut s single dad!Jungkook
Standing Ovations and Other Nonsense by vyduan s
Summary: “Thanks,” you stammered out as you suddenly realized you had opened your front door in a bikini. To compound your embarrassment, your cat had decided right then to squeeze out between your ankles and scamper down the hallway. “Oh, sh*t!” you exclaimed as you ran after your damned cat in a bikini and dropped your package on the floor. “I’m so sorry.”
What if I love you too much? ¹ [drabbles] by taleasnewastime s wc~20.6k / single mom!reader
Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.
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