#he probably borrowed it from his mom... hmm..

[niinnyu]

Bro is onto nothing!!

[floralcyanide]

#9/#17 from smut list 2 & #11 from smut list 1 with Javi from Twisters, I can no longer unsee pre accident Javi not messing around if he was dating someone especially a fellow chaser in that car they borrowed from uni after noticing during rewatch two Kate mentioned they could barely get him to wear pants back then ykyk 😏

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

(requests are closed for the saturday night sleepover!)

Javi RIvera x Fem!Reader

prompts: 9: car sex, 17: sex while camping, 11: cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

a/n: javi was def super horny in college 24/7 you can't change my mind (and probably still is lbr)

For one particular chase, the group decides to make a night out of it and camp after the storm tapers off. The 6 of you camp out in the 4 Runner and the van, as well as a handy tent Jeb had brought, courtesy of his roommate. Kate’s mom had plenty of camping gear that she let all of you use as well, so it was a legitimate setup. Lanterns, a fire, some chairs, and non-perishable food with some sleeping bags and blankets. You and Javi decided to make a pillow fort in the back of the van, Jeb and Kate took the 4 Runner- Addy and Praveen used the tent to sleep in.

This chase was nerve-wracking for sure. A typical EF1 turned into a rowdy EF3 and required the entire team to work together to get back to safety. The group manages to find an area by the lake to camp and attempt to settle down. After a night of going over some data and exchanging ghost stories to ward off the tense vibes, the 6 of you wander over to your respective sleeping areas and crash. Except you and Javi, of course, because Javi doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, especially when he’s nervous. 

You sigh and roll over, causing Javi’s hand to retract from your thigh, “Are you okay?”

“No,” Javi mutters, moving to lay on his side and facing you, “Are you?”

“No,” you admit, “I’m still kind of anxious.”

You and Javi don’t have to whisper technically, as the van is parked a little ways from the tent and 4 Runner, so the others likely wouldn’t hear your conversation. But the night was still enough that you felt you had to keep your voices down. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Javi asks, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You shrug, “I can think of something else I’d rather do, honestly.”

“Like what?” 

“Put your hand back on my thigh, and I’ll show you what.”

Javi grins from ear to ear at that. He puts his hand back where it was, his palm flat to your skin with his fingers splayed. Only this time, he quickly moves his hand under your shorts to cup your heat. He slips a finger under your underwear, toying with your clit until you’re squirming and growing wet. Javi tests how wet you’ve become with a curious finger.

“I wanna try something,” Javi says, his lips brushing your ear.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Get on top for a little while, but don’t move.”

“What, like, fucking you without moving?” you ask.

“Yeah, it’s more relaxing than you think. Now, come on,” Javi pats his thighs as he lays on his back.

You shrug, pulling down your shorts and underwear and setting them aside as Javi pulls his down his legs. As you hover, Javi teases your entrance and clit with the tip of his length before guiding himself inside you. You sigh in contentment as he fills you up nicely. After some adjusting, you manage to sit on top of Javi, him fully sheathed inside your needy cunt. Javi runs his hands along your thighs as you sit still on top of him, watching you with utter endearment. 

“Feel better yet?” you ask, wanting so badly to move.

“Yep,” Javi pops the ‘p’. After a moment of silence, Javi reads your impatient facial expression, “You want to move, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you groan, “But it feels nice not to at the same time. I like being so full of you like this.”

“Maybe if you stay still long enough, I’ll let you move.”

“Deal.”

A few minutes pass and you’re now biting your lip in order not to swivel your hips. Javi chuckles, his hands on your hips. He lifts you up a little, to which you hiss, and then motions for you to drop back down. You let out a quiet, high-pitched moan, your fingers grasping at Javi’s shirt. He feels himself twitch as he bucks into you, wanting to hear you moan like that again. Adjusting yourself to the feeling of moving again, you start riding Javi slowly so you don’t accidentally scream out in pleasure. He feels you clenching around him, signaling you’re close.

“Gonna cum already? Didn’t know you needed me that bad- ow!”

Javi is interrupted by you flicking him on the nipple through his t-shirt, “Just fuck me, Jav. Save your snarkiness for later.”

Javi snaps his hips into you a little faster, matching your hip’s movements. He presses his thumb to your clit, and you come undone, having to shove your fist in your mouth to keep your moans at bay. Since Javi didn’t finish inside you, you offer to get him off quickly before the two of you decide it’s best to go to sleep.

“Go ahead, but I can tell you right now I’m probably just going to bust in your mouth in five seconds.”

[queer-in-a-cornfield]

Finished up my own submission for @duckverse-june 2025 week 1!

No title yet bc I’m bad at those but basically shenanigans ensue when the kids try to plan a surprise party for Donald, Della, and Daisy’s birthdays. Story under the cut!

“Okay, we’re all here, let’s get into my plan.”

Louie stood in front of a whiteboard he had “borrowed” from the money bin, facing Huey, Dewey, Webby, May, and June, who are sat on the floor of the triplets’ bedroom. On it was a scribbled list of the roles that everyone would play in said genius plan.

“So, as we all know, Uncle Donald, Mom, and Aunt Daisy’s birthdays are coming up, which calls for a party!” Louie begins. “More specifically a surprise party, which the six of us are going to put together for tomorrow.”

“Ooh, fun,” June whispers to May, who nods in agreement.

“Huey, you and I will be working on putting together the guest list and finding the cake. Dewey and Webby, you guys are decorating the houseboat. May and June, you’ll be keeping them distracted and away from the manor, and letting us know when you’re heading back here. Any questions?” Louie explains.

Huey raises his hand and questions, “Will we be inviting any of Scrooge’s enemies to this party?”

Louie groans, “Ugh, that was one time! And besides, we have more than an hour to make the list this time.”

Huey and Dewey snicker, and Webby leans over to May and June and explains, “It’s a long story.”

“Anyway, is everyone clear on what to d- Dewey, stop drawing unicorns on my board.”

“Isn’t that Mr. McDuck’s board?” June asks, while Dewey continues drawing and Louie tries to shoo him away.

After a moment, he gives up and sighs, “Y’know what, let’s just everyone get started planning.”

—————

Later that evening, while everyone was relaxing after dinner, Huey and Louie decide to sequester themselves into one of the manor’s many extra rooms so that they could plan together without anyone interrupting.

“Alright, so we need to figure out how to make this party appealing to all three of them at once,” Huey calmly begins as he closes the door behind him. However, his mood quickly changes. “...Where on earth do we begin?!”

“Relax, Hubert. Let’s just go one step at a time.” Louie interjects, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop himfrom freaking out.

Huey takes a quick deep breath and calms down some. “Okay. Why don’t we start with the cake?”

“Alright,” Louie agrees. “Well, we know Aunt Daisy is going to want something more elegant, but Mom wouldn’t want something super fancy, so that’s not a great start. Flavorwise, Mom won’t want it too sweet, but Uncle Donald would be alright with that. Do we know anything about what flavors Daisy likes?”

Huey thinks for a moment. “Hmm… what about red velvet? I don’t know for sure what she likes, but it seems like a good middle ground between all the things we do know: not too sweet, nice, but not over the top - and besides, who doesn’t like cream cheese frosting?”

“Lactose intolerant people?” Louie poses.

“ None of us are lactose intolerant,” Huey retorts.

“Not yet,” Louie smirks.

“…What?!” Huey exclaims, baffled.

Louie chuckles. “I’m just messing with ya, Hue. That sounds good to me. Plus, it’s a pretty common cake, so we shouldn’t have any problem finding one tomorrow.”

“That’s true, we could probably just get the bus to that one bakery a few minutes from here and check that off first thing tomorrow morning,” Huey muses.

“Provided we come to an agreement on what first thing in the morning is. And of course you would daydream about checklists,” Louie teases.

“Yes, I do. Now, onto the next item on today’s checklist: the guest list. That’s definitely more your area of expertise, but I’m happy to help you brainstorm,” Huey pushes on.

Louie perks up a little as he pulls out a piece of paper with the names of several family members already scrawled on.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s get to work on this…”

—————

“We could ask them to take us clothes shopping? That usually gets them both excited,” June brainstorms.

“Ooh, yeah, that’ll probably work.” May agrees.

Earlier that morning, they had gotten a text from Louie saying, that the rest of the group was ready to go as soon as they could get the adults distracted and out of the way, so they were now trying to quickly come up with a reason to convince everyone to leave with them.

“Let’s go with it then!” June exclaims, jumping up off the floor. May quickly also gets up, and they go to find Donald in the houseboat. He and Daisy are sitting at the kitchen table, chatting and drinking their morning coffee.

“Mom, Dad, can you take us clothes shopping??” they promptly begin begging in unison.

“Didn’t we go clothes shopping last week?” Donald questions.

“Yeah, but we want to go again!” May retorts.

“Wellll… I just can’t say no to my girls,” Donald gives in.

“Just let us finish up our coffee first,” Daisy adds.

“Yes! Thank you guys!” June says enthusiastically.

The twins begin to walk away again, but suddenly, May pauses and grabs June’s arm.

“We forgot about Aunt Della,” she whispers in June’s ear.

“Shoot, what do we do?” June responds.

Quickly, May turns around, and interjects, “Aunt Della needs to come too.”

“What?” Daisy inquires. “I mean, I’m fine with that, but is there any particular reason?”

“No, not really,” May answers quickly.

“Thank you, we love you guys!” June adds before the pair exit the room as fast as possible.

“Well…” May trails off.

“That could’ve gone worse,” June offers. “We still have the distraction going as planned, so I’d call that a victory.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll text the others, let them know what the plan is,” May agrees, pulling out her phone.

—————

Ding!

Both Dewey and Webby’s phones buzz as a text from May arrives.

May 💛

We have them taken care of, the decorating can proceed.

Taking that as their signal, Dewey and Webby quickly leave the mansion, and head to the nearest bus stop that will take them to where they need to go- the party supplies store!

After a short journey, they arrive and go nuts, picking out anything and everything they think is cool.

“Sparkler trick candles?”

“Oh absolutely!”

“Ooh, how about an ice sculpture making kit?”

“Ooh, fun! Huey’s whittled things before, how hard could it be?”

“Rainbow unicorn balloons!”

“Industrial size confetti canons!”

With their hands more than full, Dewey and Webby head to the checkout line, but just before they arrive at the till, Dewey checks his phone, and sees several messages they had missed while busy.

Louie 💚💰

girl you text so ominously

May 💛

Oops, sorry.

Louie 💚💰

dw about it

Huey ❤️

Dewey and Webby, just so you know for the purpose of party planning consistency, Louie and I were discussing how to make the party appealing for all three of them, and we were trying to toe the line of elegant, but not too fancy and over the top.

Just try to keep it simple

Louie 💚💰

stupid

Huey ❤️

LOUIE DO NOT PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH AGAIN

June 🩵

Why’d you call him stupid?

Louie 💚💰

no it was a joke so it would look like huey called dewey and webby stupid

June 🩵

Ohhhh

Dewey and Webby, you’re stupid!

Louie 💚💰

ykw, thats the spirit

Huey ❤️

ANYWAY

Suffice it to say, just don’t go overboard.

Also, we don’t exactly have Uncle Scrooge’s credit card, so don’t go crazy spending either.

Louie 💚💰

who says I don’t have uncle scrooges credit card

Huey ❤️

Louie go put that back. Also since you’re up, we should go pick up that cake!

Louie 💚💰

yknow im still pretty sleepy actually

“Oh sh- crap. Sorry Huey. Hey, Webs? I think we might need to step out of line,” Dewey verbs.

“What? Why?” She asks.

Dewey holds up his phone for Webby to read the messages.

“Oh. Well, let’s go!” She exclaims, stepping out of line and dragging Dewey along behind her using just three fingers.

They dump most of their previous choices on a random shelf once they’re away from any of the employees’ line of sight, and end up replacing them with some more simple decor in gold and teal colors. However they do still keep the trick candles, because of course they do.

While waiting to go home at the bus stop near the store, Dewey notices the time, and says, “Oh we’re gonna have to speedrun decorating the houseboat.”

“Eh, that’ll be no problem for the Dewey and a Webby dream team!” Webby responds.

A happy smirk appears on Dewey’s face, and he high-fives Webby.

“Let’s Dew this!”

—————

As they walk home, Donald grabs Daisy and Della to talk with them while May and June skip ahead along the sidewalk.

“Okay, so something is definitely fishy, right?” He whispers.

“What do you mean?” Daisy questions.

“I don’t know, I just find it odd that the girls would be so insistent on going clothes shopping right now, right after we last went shopping, and then also insisting Della also come along without much of a reason,” Donald explains.

“Aw cmonn, what if they just wanted to spend time with their favorite aunt?” Della retorts.

“They see you basically every day,” Donald deadpans in return.

“Surely it’s nothing,” Daisy assures him.

“The parent alarm bells are going off in my head is all I’m saying. I’d bet money that the boys are probably involved in this somehow too, the pranksters,” Donald replies.

“I’ll take that bet,” Della jokes. “Five bucks?”

“Eh, sure,” Donald sighs.

“What do you think they might be up to?” Daisy wonders.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon,” Donald answers.

Soon enough, soon arrives, and the group arrives back to the manor grounds.

May quickly whips out her phone and texts the others.

May 💛

We’re back to the manor, get everyone ready.

DEWEY💙‼️✨🎤💥

Got jt

“Guys, they’re coming! Everyone shh!” Dewey whisper-shouts to the crowd of guests waiting in the houseboat.

“And remember, we’re shouting ‘surprise’!” Huey adds before ducking below the windows with everyone else.

After a few seconds of tensed silence, Donald’s keys jangle and the door swings open.

“SURPRISE!”

Donald, Della, and Daisy stand in the doorway for a moment, surprised, before Donald turns his head, smirks, and says, “Della, you owe me five bucks.”

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Do You Remember?

Previous Fantape

Amanda losing hope was not good. Especially considering the fact that Riley was certain Hameln was getting hot on their trail. They knew that destroying the tapes would not be good for Amanda and Wooly. They gathered all the tapes they’d already found and neatly placed them in their bag. However, according to some of the files they’d found from the librarians, Kate had hidden sixteen tapes in this building. Caroline had some older tapes as well. Specifically the seasonal tapes. The descriptions of those tapes intrigued Riley the most, as they were the ones described to be the only tapes that didn’t have demonic mentions and the ones where Amanda and Wooly seemed the most like normal children and felt the most alive. The most normal episodes of Amanda the Adventurer. According to David’s records, Kate’s favorites. Caroline had found the lack of demonic mentioning intriguing as well which is why she had borrowed them prior to her death. Riley was certain these tapes were in a certain someone’s possession. When her mom died, she mentioned being left with some children’s tapes. Being told not to watch them but to keep them safe no matter what. I thought it was weird at the time… but those must’ve been the Amanda tapes right? I don’t want to get her involved but… Riley looks at their phone. Several worried texts from a contact reading ♥️ Sophie ♥️ were blowing up Riley’s phone. No, she deserves to know. I mean it was her mom. And… Kate couldn’t do this alone… neither can I… Riley takes a deep breath. No. I can’t be hasty about this. Once I tell her she'll be a part of this. Her mom wanted to keep her out of this. That said… there is someone else I could ask… I need time to think. I don’t have to decide now. I don’t think they’ve found me yet… I just need to find the last four tapes and get out of here. And in order to do that… Riley looks at the tape they just acquired titled: Do You Remember?. I wish I could find them all at once but it’s easier to find them this way. 

“Oh… hi there.” Wooly mumbles. He’s alone today. “You’re probably wondering where Amanda is… aren’t you? Heh heh… funny story um… she hasn’t left her room since you last saw us… yesterday… ye-yeah…” Oh boy. Riley thinks. “I can’t even get her to talk to me. Other than ‘Go away Wooly’ ‘I don’t feel like talking right now’ ‘I wanna be alone’ You get the idea. I didn’t want to make her angry so I’ve been leaving her alone other than some breakfast by her door this morning. Yeah. She ate it though! Tha-that’s something!” Wooly laughs nervously. He stands there in awkward silence for a couple seconds. “While she’s gone… I guess I can talk to you right? Look… I don’t know what’s going to happen to us but… if Amanda does get out of here… you’ll take care of her right? Keep her safe?” Wooly asks. Riley types in yes. “You’re sure?” Yes. “You promise?” YES. “Say ‘I promise’.” Wooly demands. I promise. Riley types. “Okay good. Honestly I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to get out of here… but we can’t be trapped here forever right?” Wooly chuckles nervously, “I mean forever is a long long time and time changes things right? Aw well… in THAT movie it changed for the worse I guess… hmm…” Wooly pauses for a moment with a sour look on his face, “I’ll see if Amanda wants to play today.” Now Riley sees Wooly standing outside Amanda’s door. “Hey Amanda… do you want to go on an adventure today?” 

“What’s the point?” Amanda grumbles. 

“Well… our fri- Riley is here.” Wooly explains. There is a bit of silence. “Amanda?” 

“Ugh… fiiine.” Amanda groans. She opens the door. She’s still in her pjs and her hair is an absolute mess. 

“What have you been doing all day?” 

“Sleeping mostly.” Amanda sighs, “Got nothing better to do.” 

“But now you do! Let’s go on an adventure!” 

“I told you I don’t wanna Wooly!” Amanda snaps. 

“We don’t have to go and do something. We can just relax around the house and… chat? Spend time together?” 

“That’s not really an adventure though is it?” 

“I guess not haha.” Wooly laughs nervously. 

“Fine, just let me fix my hair…”

“I can do it!” Wooly beams. Amanda looks at him skeptically. 

“You know what? Fine. Fine. I hate doing it anyway.” Amanda shrugs. They glitch into Amanda’s room and she opens up her top drawer. “Can you grab my hairbrush and stuff for me?” she says, unenthusiastically. Riley clicks on the hairbrush and hair ties. “Cool.” Wooly sits in Amanda’s chair while she sits on the floor. Wooly undoes her buns and hums happily. 

“What is with you today?” Amanda scoffs.

“Nothing. I’m just happy to spend time with you!” Wooly giggles. Amanda finds this SUPER weird. “Wow it got really knotted. This is just from one night?” 

“I guess I don’t usually toss and turn.” Amanda sighs. As soon as the brush touches Amanda’s hair, a sense of familiarity washes over him. Oh right… I remember this… he used to do this a long time ago… nearly every day… at least… back when his heart was still whole… back when he was human… “Hey Wooly…” Amanda says. Wooly doesn’t respond. “Wooooooly.” 

“Hm?”

“After you got that book… you started acting really weird… and talking about how it made you remember things you didn’t want to remember…” 

“Yeah…” 

“Do you remember now?”

“Yeah…” Wooly said distantly, closing his eyes. “I remember now. We used to have it back at home. My little sister made me read it to her every night.” 

“Hmm…” Amanda mumbles. “What else… Do you remember?” 

“Not much… just some little things… here and there… mostly sad stuff…” he replies. Amanda looks at the ground. It’s quiet for a couple seconds. “I don’t really think my dad was ever around… but I remember we’d always talk to him on the phone. I think he was doing something really important overseas… I remember… one day my mom got a call…” 

Suddenly the Hameln toy phone started to ring. Riley paused the tape and answered it, but there was no one there. They return to the tape in confusion. 

“My sister always got excited when mom was on the phone and would say ‘Dada! Dada!’ Mom turned to her with a look that I can’t quite describe and said ‘Dada’s gone.’ Haha… maybe it was because I was so young… but it didn’t quite make sense at the time. He was always gone. I didn’t think anything had changed but they did. Mom… was almost never home. She was either working or away somewhere. So I was always in charge of my little sister…” 

“What happened?” Amanda asks. 

“Mom had got mad at her one night and put her favorite puppy up really high. We were home alone. I wasn’t paying attention… by the time I noticed… I tried to stop her… I tried to catch her… I was right there but… it’s all my fault. It was my job to protect her… and I failed.”

“No! It’s not your fault!” Amanda shouts, “You failed at a job that was never yours! That’s not your fault! You were just a kid!” 

“She was only four years old… she never even got to go to school… funny isn’t it? I’m trapped in what could’ve been her favorite show.” Wooly cried. Amanda looked at the ground sadly. 

“If things were different… it would’ve been.” Amanda sighs. Wooly whips his eyes dry. “What happened… after that? How did you end up here?” 

“Mom had enough of me I guess… I got put in a lot of after-school programs that my friends would drive me to… including… a local theater program. I guess I was really good… cuz some guy asked my Mom if she was interested in me becoming an actor for TV. She didn’t care… as long as I was far away. They ended up taking full custody of me really fast. I acted on a couple shows… and it wasn’t long before I started to notice my co-stars disappearing… in their little experiments… if they misbehaved.”

“That sounds… really scary…” 

“Yeah. So I did my best not to get in trouble… I did everything I was told. I tried to fool myself into believing I’d be happy there… as long as I did what I was told. Though… it didn’t make me many friends. No one could trust me… well also because I was weird… I guess…” 

“I see…”

“I was just so desperate not to disappear. But I guess that’s what got me here…” 

“Wait what?”

“I was obedient.”

“I… see…” 

“But it doesn’t matter how we got here right?” Wooly suddenly beams, “Because we’re gonna get out of here no matter what!” 

“What makes you so sure?” Amanda asks. This time Wooly falls silent. 

“Do you remember when Kate first made us remember we were human?” Wooly asks, then more quietly, “That we were trapped?”  

“Do you? Do you even want to?” Amanda grumbles, suddenly closing herself off. Wooly finishes brushing out the knots in Amanda’s hair. “Don’t ever mention her to me again. Not when… it’s your fault… It's your fault, Wooly!” she suddenly stands up. 

“Wait, I'm not done!” 

“Quit acting like my friend! You messed everything up! Do you remember that?! I don’t get you! I don’t understand! You kept me from every chance I had to get out of here, now I give up and you act like you wanna leave?!” 

“Amanda-”

“SHUT UP!” Amanda snaps. “SHUT THE ---- UP!” 

“Amanda you can’t do that!” 

“I can do whatever the ---- I want! Get out of my room!” Amanda screams. Wooly looks heartbroken.  

“But Amanda… I…” 

“Get. Out.” Amanda hisses. Wooly nods and leaves the room leaving the brush on the floor. “I just can’t trust him… not after what he did… always acting like everything’s fine. I don’t know what to do… Should I try?” Before Riley can type a response the tape fades out and Riley sees the credits on the screen. They faintly hear Amanda say: “For a second… I almost believed… I thought he was just like me… I almost forgot her… for a second… he almost made me forget her…” the Hameln jingle plays and the tape falls out. They hear a noise and turn around. It’s Amanda’s demon again, it has a nasty injury on its arm.

“You two got in a fight again, huh?” Riley sighs, softly as if they are coaxing a crying child, “Okay… I’ll get the first aid kit. You trust me?”

WOW A lot of lore for this tape... I'm going to be adding some made-up Riley lore to this story. Are we cool with that? They're allowed to have a life right? Got some Wooly lore... and maybe in the next tape we'll get to know more? BTW I'm changing the tape order again. Next is going to be "When Friends Drift Away..." you can check the new order on the masterpost or... the Amanda Fantapes Series Part 2... you might find a treat there...

Did anyone catch the Disney movie reference Wooly made?

Next Fantape:

[cloudychao]

Monochrome Series: Red A lifeless story about a world without colors. It follows Nathan Fenton whose learning about colors and the people around him.

Life didn't always suck.

I didn't need colors in my life because seeing blacks, whites, and greys was amusing enough for me. Sure, rainbows were a little boring or my shirts all look the same, but I was fine.

Red? I was told that was the color of apples- But I was also told apples came in the other colors. Red is what an anatomical heart is or what color Joni's cheeks are supposed to be when I braid her hair. It's my mom's favorite lipstick color when she visits dad at work or the tie he got from mom.

Red seems to be the color of love if Joni tells me that's what her valentine card is. Is love the roses that my twin Sammy hides in her room or the dress mom wears out on her anniversary dates with dad?

I learned that red is also constant pain. It weighs me down with its every reminder.

At school today, there was a quiz. It was a normal day until a spike of pain tore through my abdomen. I called to go to the bathroom. The pain got worse the closer I got to the bathroom stall.

I see that I peed my pants? Man, that sucks and hurts for some odd reason. I never even felt it. I decided to stay in the bathroom the whole day in embarrassment while I keep leaking.

During lunch, I get a knock on the stall.

"Hey man, I didn't take ya the type to ditch! You should have let me know so we can go home together." The cheery voice of my friend Brett calls out.

"Dude, I didn't even want to ditch but my stomach is killing me and I think I peed my pants." I grumble into into my arms and knees.

"Really? No worries bro because I got my gym shorts here for you and you should just wash out your clothes." I hear a bag rustle.

"I think I'll just go home after borrowing your shorts." I shrug and open the door to grab the shorts to quickly change into. It still feels icky, but better than nothing.

I walk out to toss my pants into the sink for cleaning. I hear Brett gasp.

"BRO? Were you stabbed?! Why do you have blood on your pants?"

Blood? I squint at my pants and do see a darker color on them. Huh, I guess it was red and that's why I was in pain.

"Maybe I have internal bleeding? I was peeing out blood." I shrug and wash my pants.

"Dude hold up. I think you gotta go to the nurse right now! What if you need an ambulance?!" Brett is now freaking out with him twisting his bracelets and trying to not quicken his breathing.

"Hmm, probably?" I roll my eyes at his dramatics. Drama princes I swear.

He grabs my hand to stop the cleaning and we immediately rush out to the nurse.

Turns out it was nothing serious and I just needed some items for my underwear next time it happens again. My stomach stopped hurting once she gave me painkillers and hot compress. Can't believe half of the population experiences this every month of their cycle.

Brett and I had to get the talk about puberty which was not on my list of things today, but she let us stay in her office until the day was over. Brett stayed on his phone while I was laying on the bed like a corpse, accepting my monthly fate.

The door slammed open with our mutual friend Meg, who Brett was probably texting the whole time I was getting check out. Brett started to barrage her with puberty questions that got her riled up enough to slap his shoulder.

Behind Meg was Joni, trailing with my bag. She set it down next to my leg and also handed me a Reese's. My face scrunches in confusion at this gift since it was not Valentines Day.

"Meg was telling me this would help. The other girls always complain to me about it even though I don't get them, but the least I can do is get them their favorite chocolate bar." Joni's impassive face doesn't even twitch as she sits next to me.

"Really? That's pretty sweet of you." I grin at my double pun.

Her eyes roll at it.

Red is painful every month, but love soothes those painful moments in life. There's gonna be rougher times, but this small red problem is not going to get me down right now.

( This is a humans only universe using my DP sequel characters. There is no need to read about my DP sequel to understand this short series. )

[shadowuserannie]

I Am Titanium (you shoot me down, but I won’t fall) (Fic WIP)

[Varian is indestructible. This changes everything and nothing.]

“Okay, I literally can’t think of anything else.”

Varian inked the number onto the scorecard. 87.

“Alright. 87 tests, it’s impossible to make any more, let’s go! Results!”

IMMUNE TO FIRE/BURNS

IMMUNE TO FROSTBITE/TEMPERATURE DROPS

IMMUNE TO ELECTRICITY

IMMUNE TO ACIDS (OUTSIDE)

IMMUNE TO FORCE (TO A DEGREE, WILL SUFFER INJURY AT EXACTLY [] OF HEIGHT DROPPED FROM)

CAN FALL OUT BY ITSELF

CANNOT FALL OUT BY ANY OUTSIDE MEANS OTHER THAN NATURALLY

CANNOT BE CUT

CANNOT BE BRUISED

MUST SUFFER EXACTLY [] DEGREES OF FORCE FOR A MINOR INJURY

IN CONCLUSION: HAIR AND SKIN IS INDESTRUCTIBLE. SKIN IS INDESTRUCTIBLE, INSIDES ARE NOT.

“Huh. I guess that means I probably shouldn’t test my pseudo-invulnerability by drinking hydrogen peroxide. I don’t feel like having my organs melted.” Varian hummed.

He grinned. “This is so exciting! I have to save up every strand of hair that falls out naturally. How can Dad’s scissors cut my hair? I’ll have to investigate it. Ooh! What is my hair and skin made of? No element configurations in existence match it. Which means I’ll have to invent one that does! Can Dad’s scissors cut my skin? Can I use my hair strands in my experiments?! So many questions!”

Varian wrote down each one in his notebook and closed it. First things first, he was getting Dad’s special scissors.

Dad let him borrow them for a bit to cut his hair, so Varian would have to return it quickly. Using the freshening-up mirror in his lab (it had always been there; his mom had said that it was for making sure they didn’t exit looking like Archimedes) he trimmed his hair and cut his bangs so most of it was too short to get in his eyes, with the rest containing his blue streak left longer. Varian brushed the longer bangs to the side, wincing at his horrible reflection in the mirror-the uneven vertical slashes did not work At All. But hey! He made sure not a single snipped strand was wasted and stored them all safely in a stopped beaker.

Next, he braided the three longest strands of cut hair together, left specially off to the side. He then worked them into the scissors, chipping off a tiny bit of the side of the scissors blade not used to cut.

Varian hit himself on the head.

“Stupid! Forget just hair, what about nails?!”

///

The scissors were the same as his hair.

“Indestructible…can only be cut with indestructible!” cheered Varian. His theory had proven right. That was the only reason his father could cut Varian’s hair.

Speaking of it, Dad had looked over his new hairstyle before sighing and suggesting he go back to helping Varian cut it when it grew out. Varian had protested, of course. He didn’t want to let his dad know he knew about his indestructible hair (and skin. And nails!!) and his dad would suspect Varian did know if he obsessively collected his hair samples obviously. So, they compromised-Quirin showed Varian a sketch of his hairstyle, except altered to look better. This hairstyle had his bangs swept to the side-all of it, instead of being cut-and he’d only need a constant trim. That could work.

Hmm. Varian had gathered nail and hair samples, but not skin samples. A makeshift tiny saw constructed from the same three hair strands drew enough surface skin (but not blood. Never blood, he hated it) and tests started!

If a bit of his hair was dissected by another piece and mixed with some certain acids, Varian was delighted to discover that it made excellent fuel. This was due to the hair’s indestructibility providing a source that took an extremely long time to burn to nothing-and subsequently continuously fuelling the fire. The only reason the hair could even become nothing was because of the dissection with another minute strand, which meant that if he removed the dissection part, he’d technically have fuel that burnt nearly forever!

(Obviously, not forever. When Varian dies, his corpse will decay…right?)

The only real downside were the hours it took to dissect the hair.

He made a knife from his nails-after cleaning, disinfecting, and using various acids that cleansed all but the indestructible parts. But he’d been wearing gloves for as long as he could remember anyway-his nails were probably the cleanest possible out there, even before the various cleaning procedures inflicted on them. Using an adhesive made from his hair, he molded together the nails into a blade-but obviously, while the adhesive made sure the blade stuck properly to the steel hilt, he didn’t waste it on the handle. Still, indestructible knife! Yes!

(He was currently trying to store up enough for the sword plans.)

Reluctantly, Varian had to scrap the nail arrowheads plans. If he had a favoured weapon out of all those he’d tried with his dad, it was archery. The calculations and fine-tuned accuracy spoke to him. However, it simply wouldn’t work with his limited supplies of his own nails and hair.

Varian drank less water so that his skin flaked, and then he collected the flakes.

He had the one thing in the world that seemed completely indestructible, free to experiment on.

Himself.

///

The machines were going to blow.

What could he do?!

The amount of pressure could rattle his village hard enough to topple it completely. The Princess of Corona herself was here.

He had to stop his own creations.

Even if it meant destroying them.

Think, Varian! THINK!

Pressure. The Flynnoleum’s chemical reactions happened because of Varian’s hair in them.

His indestructible hair.

Which kept the fuel always burning.

I can absorb force to a degree.

I can take heat without getting burned.

Varian pulled out his knife.

He cut the steel of the boiler.

In a controlled manner.

Instead of an explosion, it’d simply flood out the hole-

Right into Varian.

Success.

The heat didn’t burn.

It didn’t hurt.

But wow, it was hot.

The water slamming into Varian did hurt, though.

Because he could absorb force to a degree, the water hitting him first meant that it lost most of its force and heat. It took 37 seconds-Varian counted-for all of it to flood out and pool ankle-deep.

Okay, Varian.

Four more to go.

///

IMMUNE TO FIRE/BURNS/FROSTBITE

IMMUNE TO ELECTRICITY

IMMUNE TO ACIDS

IMMUNE TO FORCE, UNKNOWN DEGREE

CANNOT FALL OUT BY ITSELF

CANNOT FALL OUT BY ANY OUTSIDE MEANS

CANNOT BE CUT

IN CONCLUSION: HAIR IS INDESTRUCTIBLE.

“Welp, this tells us nothing we don’t already know.” groaned Cass. “This was a waste of time.”

Eugene looked around the room, concerned. The tremors had stopped…what seemed to be completely. But Varian hadn’t returned yet.

“Maybe Varian might still be able to do something…?” said Rapunzel hopefully.

“I don’t think so, Raps.” Cass muttered, scowling disdainfully at the paper. Useless. There was nothing that could harm the indestructible.

“Where is he, anyway?” Rapunzel looked around the room. “He left a while ago.”

Eugene saw his chance to volunteer looking for the kid.

“I’ll go-”

“I AM SO SORRY!”

Varian slammed the door open, breathing heavily. He was soaked completely and was still blinking water out of his eyes.

“Ugh.” He muttered, shaking his head like a wet dog. He began trudging over to them, not noticing the wet footprints he trekked as he rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

“What happened to you?!” Rapunzel watched him with an open mouth. “Are you okay?!”

“Results first, I think I’ll pass out in 4.34 minutes with a 93.5 percent chance of that happening.”

“Don’t bother. It just says that Raps’ hair is indestructible-which we already knew. It’d be more productive for you to change, stat.” Cass concern-scowled at Varian.

“What is its exact phrasing?”

Rapunzel listed them off, and Varian pulled out a knife from his apron pocket. “Hold up your hair.”

Cass sighed. “Save your knife. It won’t work.”

“One last try can’t hurt…” murmured Rapunzel and lifted her braid.

Varian tucked the knife under it, right below her shoulders.

And to their shock, the knife actually started sawing the hair strands.

“WHAT?!”

“HOW?!”

“Keep going!!” Rapunzel cheered.

“Can I keep it?”

That startled the three of them. Rapunzel glanced over at him. “Keep…my hair?”

“Yeah. I want to run a few more tests on it.”

“Sure! Thanks so much. You have no idea how much this means to me-it’s a miracle!” Rapunzel grinned.

Saw.

Saw.

Saw.

At last, her hair fell away, and she shook out her neck, glad to be free of it.

“Uh, Raps? It’s still blond.”

“Oh! Well…I guess that means it might never return to its natural colour. But that’s okay! At least it’s gone.” Rapunzel grinned.

Varian nodded woozily. “Great. Leave your hair here, I’ll get it stored away after a nap.”

“What’s that knife made out of, anyway?” Cass asked, glancing at it. It had a sheen like she’d never seen.

“Fingernails make up 50%. Toenails make up 20%. Skin makes up 9%. Hair makes up 1%. Oh, and the remaining 20% is steel and wood.”

Varian promptly collapsed.

///

When Varian awoke, his father was sitting anxiously at his bedside.

He had three new grey hairs, and half a new worry line. Varian found himself encased in a tight hug.

“What happened? The doctor said it was just exhaustion…what did you do?”

“I…can’t tell you.” Varian muttered into his dad’s shoulder. “Won’t happen again.”

“What is your knife made out of?”

“Cass! First, Varian, are you okay?”

Varian blinked.

“Princess?” There was no way she was hovering in his bedroom door next to Cass, right?

“Yeah. You’ve been passed out for two days. And, um…” She twirled her hair-still golden-blonde, Varian noted-but cut at a different length than the one he had done.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Considering his dad’s lack of fight, Varian guessed they had made an agreement relative to Rapunzel’s hair while he’d been knocked out.

“First! I made you cookies! And cupcakes! They have extra energy-replenishing carbs, which you need. A lot. Also, milk. Lots of milk.”

Varian was struck by a sudden sense of nostalgia as Rapunzel laid out the baked goods. She was fussing over his hair, mumbling something about tying it back so he could eat properly since she didn’t know how he managed his usual style. There was a whole carton of milk, several napkins, and a full picnic basket that had Varian appreciating food all over again.

This felt like…something he hadn’t had in years.

“Why?”

Rapunzel frowned. “You’re skinny and light. Cass said you could be underweight.”

“Oh.” Varian glances at the cookies. “…thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“…actually, could we ask a few questions?”

“Sure, I guess.” Varian shrugged, grabbing a random cookie and taking a bite. His eyes widened upon tasting the perfect blend of savoury and sweet. “Wow. You’re an amazing baker.”

“Aw, thanks!” Rapunzel beamed.

Cass sat down on the chair his dad had occupied, but Rapunzel was sitting on the side of the bed next to him for better fussing over. Varian found he didn’t quite mind.

“First. What did you make this out of?” Cass held up-

“My knife!” Varian dropped his cookie. Rapunzel caught it. “I need that back.”

Rapunzel returned to him his cookie, looking sheepish. “Uh…you see…here’s the thing.”

Varian had cut Rapunzel’s hair.

Overnight, it had grown back.

For the two days he’d slept, both nights this had happened. Both times, they made their way to Old Corona to both check on him and use the knife he’d forgotten to put away before passing out to cut Rapunzel’s hair short again. Rapunzel hadn’t wanted to take the knife back, so now-

“Can you make another one?”

Varian grimaced.

“…I don’t know. I’m not sure if I have enough supplies. I’ll need to check.” Likely, this would destroy his entire saved-up-sword-plans. He’d need to make sure they knew what they were handling, though.

This was the Princess and her lady-in-waiting. Plus, she was dating Flynn Rider.

It couldn’t hurt to tell them, right?

He could trust them.

“We can help you get more!” said Rapunzel enthusiastically. Varian suddenly remembered the sixty-nine feet long cut hair.

And the two more cuts that had passed prior.

“Hold on. Supply isn’t the problem.”

Varian pulled himself up straighter.

“Do you know what kind of knife you are holding?”

“I’ve literally been asking you and you haven’t told me.” deadpanned Cass, exasperated.

“I need to be able to trust you first. Can you promise me that?”

“Absolutely.” Rapunzel said without hesitation.

Varian looked at Cass.

“…fine.”

“No. I need to know. I won’t spill about the hair, and you don’t spill what I’m about to tell you.”

“Okay. Fair.” said Cass. “Now can you tell us?”

“…fingernails, toenails, skin, hair, steel, and wood.” Rapunzel recited softly.

Varian jolted. “Who told you that?!”

“You did. Right before passing out…but that can’t be true…right?” said Cass slowly.

Varian looked around his bedroom.

“Cass, can I break your sword?”

Cass opened her mouth to object, but Rapunzel elbowed her. She shook her head. Reluctantly, Cass handed it over.

Varian held his knife in one hand and Cass’s sword in the other. He stabbed the sword down towards the knife-over where his legs rested on the bed.

When the blades connected, Cass’s sword broke.

“VARIAN!”

The shards hit the blanket…

And broke into finer smithereens.

“I performed a thorough cleaning process, don’t worry. I’m indestructible. My nails and hair make up the indestructible blade. Indestructible is the only thing that can harm indestructible, and it’s why it’s the only thing that can work on your hair.”

Cass and Rapunzel stared open-mouthed at him.

“…didn’t you refuse to believe in magic?”

“I don’t.” Varian stated flatly. “My hair, skin flakes, and nails can be dissected, I can use them in serums, and technically since there is something that can break them I’m not genuinely indestructible, plus there are limits I’ve discovered. That makes them alchemy materials. Magic is ruleless, finicky, flighty, and unstable. I am not.”

“You use your own-in your experiments?!” Rapunzel looked sick.

“Yes. I’m partially indestructible, I want to know the extent of it.”

“So your knife…is actually from your own…” Cass stared in shock.

“And I already told you I clean it properly.” Varian frowned thoughtfully. “You might not have while I was asleep, though.”

“Wait-so you’ll be making another one with-”

“Your hair. If it has the necessary properties. Obviously, it won’t be exactly like mine, but it’s similar enough that it shouldn’t matter.”

“How did you get the…” Rapunzel swallows. “Skin?”

“Oh, I just didn’t drink water and scraped off the dry skin. Since my nails are indestructible, I could. I don’t like blood.”

“No wonder you’re so light…” muttered Cass under her breath.

“But Varian…it’s not possible with science to have indestructible skin.”

“I can dissect it with alchemy. Alchemy is science and magic combined-even if I very much prefer the science, there are a few bits rooted in magic that even I can’t remove, as much as I would like to. But magic is still just an unexplained phenomenon. That’s why. I am a living alchemy experiment. I’m going to make use of it.”

///

Flynn Rider wasn’t really Flynn Rider.

Also, he’d been waiting (and talking to his dad) because Cass and Rapunzel didn’t want him there (well Cass didn’t). He asked Varian how he dealt with the boilers.

Varian pretended to doze off mid-sentence so he didn’t have to answer.

The Prin-RAPUNZEL, she said to call her Rapunzel, gah he needed to remember that more-she brought his knife to the castle yet stopped by again with more hand-baked goods. They were rapidly accumulating in the kitchen, and Varian really liked them! He did have a sweet tooth.

She was also interested in what he had to say about oven temp, heat, mixing and amounts in a recipe that led to the end product. Varian wasn’t not a fan of baking, he could do it perfectly, his produced muffins simply lacked some unlabelled item that made them not…taste as good as the Princess’. Still, she was fascinated by how it all came together in a recipe and was even excited that science and alchemy could be applied to baking! He’d successfully partially converted the Princess into a half-alchemist!

…okay maybe not, but the sentiment was there.

Cassandra didn’t seem to like him much, which sucked, because she was really good with a sword and very, very pretty. And also eight years his senior, but that was okay! Dad told him long ago that as long as he didn’t try to project his affections, just feel the emotions and let them pass, then it was okay to entertain a crush for a bit if he didn’t overtly act in an uncomfortable way. At least, he hoped he wasn’t acting uncomfortable to Cassie. Sure, he liked her, but it’d be better if he didn’t weird her off from friends when his emotions finally got over themselves.

And besides, this wouldn’t even be the first time he mildly flirted and denied any crush when asked! Because he’d spotted Benny from the Smiths’ and Laura from the Cooks’ snickering behind Jeremy Cooper when he asked if Varian liked him like that, and Varian knew that Jeremy had his own eye on Sue from the darners’ shop and had thus replied, no, but perhaps some hidden feelings were making Jeremy read into nonexistent underlying insinuations.

He would’ve felt bad about selling out his own crush if he didn’t have a stupid thing for people who were mean, could beat him up, and clearly disliked him. Because he was well aware this particular thing would bite him in the future.

But for now! Subtle hinting to Cassie to satisfy the butterflies in his stomach he wanted to rip out, dissect, and then repeat process, eating the cupcakes and cookies Rapunzel brought over and being happy that he had someone willing to hear about his day and talk cheerily about hers in return that wasn’t Dad, and-just-

Life was good.

Just for a bit.

Until the black rocks came.

///

Indestructible destroys indestructible.

Rapunzel tells him about the rocks.

In a night, he has knives and swords shimmering gold at the ready, a woman he’s trying to kick a crush on helping him blow the bellows, a storytelling blacksmith lending his hands and shop, and a princess willing to give him half a fortune but all he wants is company.

In a night, it all falls apart, because the rocks come for his village at the exact same time a blizzard comes for the kingdom.

Immune to frostbite.

Varian grabs chemicals and no coat and runs.

Can be cut.

What use is someone willing to listen at all the times it doesn’t matter?

What use is a kingdom when his father is gone?

///

He flakes his skin until it bleeds.

///

He draws shimmering gold over ancient metal.

///

He is going to kill Cassie, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop him.

Because he is Varian, he is the town freak, he is the alchemist of science leaning just too much into magic to be proper. Because he is Varian, and he killed his own father, and he has to fix it because Dad’s gone, and Rapunzel doesn’t listen, who is left?

He is Varian, and he cannot be cut.

He is Varian, and he is not completely indestructible, but even people without that forget their mortality in fits of rage.

///

It is easy to forget someone is a child when they survive a hanging with their eyes burning into you.

///

It is easy to forget someone is a child when they make an army in a night.

///

It is good for Andrew that Varian is a child, because that makes him easy.

///

It is easy to turn to people who whisper pretty lies, when everyone watches your hanging with defiant, angry eyes that widen when the rope comes taut, but your neck does not, and closed lips open wide and spit your name as if it’s the worst slur in the world.

///

Rapunzel comes back.

She listens.

She speaks.

So does Varian.

///

He does not speak of his hanging.

He’s not normal, after all. Never was. Always just a little too bit in the head and too wide-eyed. Still will be.

A rope tried to change that and it failed. That’s all.

And maybe the people of Corona’s eyes flick to him in fear, then pity, then anger, then sorrow, then regret. They don’t know what to feel about Varian, the alchemist with unbreakable skin, the child who stared the King in the eyes as the rope wrapped around his neck, the raging wraith of grief that endangered the Kingdom, the forgotten desperate for someone who would listen at the exact moment he needed it, and they all turned blind.

///

He begs Cassie. She doesn’t listen. She’s just as mean and unforgiving as he remembers, before she softened towards him.

Her armour is hardier than his skin.

[llavend]

•supernatural•

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"Y/N hurry up" your mom said when she was outside.."okay okay one second " y/n sigh and go to her mom " can i not come" she said pouting "no come on we'll be late"

y/n fake crying and followed her mom.

they were going to castle cuz her mom was maid"aishh just What good is it for me to come?" you have to help me., cuz your sister is sick.now you get it?.!" she continued to talk until they arived..." now y/n listen carefully, Don't cause any trouble and behave nicely!!!!" okay okay mom i get it" she said it in anoying tone "i warned you" y/n just nodded....when they go to the castle y/n wowed at the place "wow mom this is so beautiful..!"

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"ok so this is your another daughter?!." yes this is my youngest child y/n" she necked y/n meaning that show some respect"hello I'm y/n" she bowed " ok so Get started" when this lady was gone." mom she is so rude please" y/n!!! stop it now.?!" ok ok don't be angry i just said the truth.!!" Y/N!!!!" ok ok I'm gone......but Where should I work?!!!" go to straight then go left."..........

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y/n open the door and everyone look at her she was embarrassed but act cool and grated them scene she is extrovert she was making friends " wahh you are so sweet you're not like your sister she was so cold towards everyone.!" i know right she is like this at home haha" yes..now c'mon girls let's go clean the living room."

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when y/n and her two new friend come to living room there was there girls in the room

y/n asked " who are this?!!" probably it's prince hyunjae girls" what how they allowing they come here?!!!!!!!!!" i think you're too dumb.girl it's majesty ordered of course they let him" the girl face plamed " okay okay stop "They were talking too loud And they made fun of them because they cleaned the floor of course that's how rich people live and suddenly one of them said" have you guys heard what prince hyunjae did!!!" what what he did!!!??" minju said that prince hyunjae He touched her forcefully!" oh my god whattttt!?" everyone in the room shocked because of prince behave and they talked shit about him " You saw him when he did it

" y/n said on of her friend whisper" yah don't talk to them" The girl smirk and look at her" will i didn't knew that maids had a mouth...but no i didn't see him" then don't talk if you didn't see anything in your eyes..!"

everyone shock about y/n the way she talks. courageous..."hey know your place!!!" don't talk shit about him.. what if he heard what you talk about him hmm.." so you're one of him doll?" y/n scoff " I’ve never seen them.. I don’t even know their names if you didn't see anything then don't talk about it." so you're that fearless that you talk back at us?" "of course what you guys are hm..What are you guys doing... that every night under a man. That's your job?!!!" y/n said like joking at them " i wish his majesty was here and listen to her girls when they talked shit about him and his brother!" heyy" but they didn't knew Two people are stealthily watching them on of girl stand up and go to slap y/n but two Guy come they looked at them and they shock and bowed y/n was confused and look at them " yah what are you doing!!! hurry bow to them!." y/n still confused but still bowed " oh your majesty hello.. this is the girls that i borrow they are pretty right?" the girls laughed gentle when the maid make there way to outside and here is y/n still confused and stand in there " yah y/n come on what are you doing!!!!!!!" y/n go but on of guy grabbed her wrist and said" you stop there" y/n stop and grab his hand and untied from her wrist " so we heard everything!." o-oh prince haknyeon your majesty i-i think you h-heard it wrong!" " you still laying!!" y/n said " you shut up dirty maid" on of girls said " you shut up dirty people. his majesty is still here you Talking like this.!?" look prince hyunjae we didn't said anything like this....!" the tall girl said he scoff hyunju- no hyunjae " i will punished you really hard for this and your other friend miss minji" he said his eyes was dark and his voice was deep wah he's scary-" no no your majesty please" they go down on their legs " i said don't talk about his majesty" i bowed ready to go but he again grab my wrist what is his name again--" you stay here" he's eyes softed when he look at me but when he look back at them he was another person " you guys don't ashamed you talk shit about me in my house in my castle huh??" y/n still want to break free from this guy but it didn't help of course he's stronger than her " stop" he said without look at me but i said y/n is stubborn girl she didn't stop "GUARDS" the boy in front shouted tsk- he's scery "Yeah your majesty" take them out and punished them really hard" yeah your majesty" they cry and beg them to not do it but it's their order "aishh I said STOP!" " but you grabbed my hands" y/n talked back "what's your name?!" "song Y/N!" " HMM are you new here?" hyunjae said "no your majesty I'm just here to help my mother" " you said you didn't know our name right!?" yes.why there's a rule said that we must knowing every prince name???" ohh I'm sorry your majesty from now on i learn your names" no need sweetheart just call me hyunjae, and call him haknyeon" ohh yes, thank you" y/n bowed and excuse herself haknyeon still holding her wirst haknyeon holding her chin y/n was shocked at his actions and said " you're attracted!..come here everyday" and let her go y/n was still shocked................ " I'm sorry but just today i come cuz i can't work plz"

they chuckled at her words But soon their smile drop" you will come here everyday" haknyeon said ."what no i don't wanna work either i don't wanna my mom work too" Y/n said suddenly y/n mom come and shouted at her forget that two guys are there " you little brat- how dare you.!" what mom!?" "you asking me why!??.. it's bad decided that i borrow you here" what did i did???" two prince was shock at this moment......

" aishh you course enough trouble.. i hope that the king his majesty don't know!!" y/n looking at her with DONE FACE.." you go to home before course more trouble ri-!?" before her mom could finish her words y/n bowed to two prince and go outside her mom was shock because she didn't knew that they are here "oh.oh I'm sorry your majesty please I'm sorry i didn't knew that you are here please I'm sorry...!" it's okay" they said and go outside....

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y/n go outside on her way to go home but she heard The sound of the dagger, she is always curious so of course she took look at it and saw to handsome man fighting " it's probably they are practice," y/n thought

and go to her home,,she go inside of her home and grated by her brother heejoon

" welcome back Lil sis" y/n chuckle and hug her brother " how are you feeling?!" I'm good but this should be me who asking" they laughed" I'm really tired and i need to sleep so long~~~" okay okay go sleep" he patted her head and go to living room...

y/n when she was going to her room she pass by her sick sister and she got to her room " how my sister doing~~~~" she laughed and suddenly she coughed really hard y/n grab water by standard and give it to her " i said don't work too much but you didn't listen to me..now look at yourself," she was worried to her sister they are poor but not too poor but they still so hard for this family" I'm good don't worry--i'm still tough"

they laughed and y/n hug her "hey hey you will be sick~" she said in worries in her voice

" let's be sick together hehehe"she said happily and layed with her "hey~~~~ please you will be sick c'mon" no, i said what I said"

she laughed at her

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[darkluminosity]

Crazy about Diluc and Eula rn so I wanted to do this... link behind the cut since it's a lot 🙃

1. Tough to say, they both do in my hc but I feel like she's more likely to initiate the hugs and he initiates the kisses 😉

2. I think they both do tbh lol. Maybe she does a bit more (at least in my current wip)

3. Eula would borrow Diluc's, I think he's more organized

4. I feel like she would for the reasons above, maybe if she was drinking and misplaced them?

5. Hm this is actually a bit tough because although he's rich and owns a winery, it was inherited so idk if he was taught money management, especially because he has others run it for him. But I feel both of them are fairly responsible.

6. Well, Diluc's parents... yeah they're not around anymore and idk about Eula's. I feel if anything she would take either extreme, either hiding it because she doesn't want to ruin his reputation by others knowing he's dating a Lawrence, or she would utilize their relationship to get back at her clan (and in part of my hcs, get rid of her association with her clan and break apart from them). But the latter would be after they talk it through and he assures her he doesn't care about it. I don't think he would want to hide it. If anything it would take him off of the bachelor market which I think he'd be happy about lol.

7. I actually think he'd be better in the kitchen overall (especially taking lessons from Adelinde if he is willing to learn) BUT as it stands his signature dish is literally a version of Pile 'Em Up which is throwing ingredients on top of each other? Compared to her signature dish, an upgraded version of Moon Pie, I think her signature dish beats his in terms of complexity. But for everyday cooking, probably him.

8. She gets more sleep but he needs more sleep lol 😂

9. They're both serious about their duties and work, but I feel he's a little more hardworking. Not that she isn't, but I think she knows her boundaries and limits more- he's constantly pushing his limits (and working as the Dark Night Hero doesn't exactly have a strict schedule if you know what I mean)

10. She has more empathy... I think 🤔 idk sometimes he can surprise others, it's just others find him hard to read. But I think he has the capacity for empathy too, he just doesn't communicate it openly very much.

11. A cat (hmm this gives me ideas) or she becomes attached to his falcon, they can write letters to each other and send them back and forth (aww 🥰)

12. Eula

13. His is acts of service and quality time, and hers is physical touch and quality time

14. I don't think they would keep secrets from each other intentionally, but there are certain things in Diluc's past that he probably wouldn't want to mention to her, and stuff he knows about Kaeya. Maybe if she asked him (about his past) but I don't think he would readily share it.

15. Neither, but I think as I alluded to in #6, Eula might not feel she deserves him so she might push him away and tell him he deserves better. At least in versions of hc where she has a lower self image and some insecurities. Who knows, he could even say the same to her because of his past if she ever found out 🤷🏻‍♀️

16. Diluc (lol my husband thinks Eula would be a terrible mom 🤐 he said it and he's the Eula main lol)

17. Eula (lol I did a short fic idea of this after chapter 18 of Fighting Winter but never posted it, where they talked after waking up and he's like why were you moaning in your sleep and making noises... and she's like uhh,I was? but she was thinking omg I want to run away in shame lol and instead tries to change the subject 🤣)

OTP questions:

Who initiates hugs?

Who wants to hold the hug longer?

Who borrows the other one’s phone charger?

Who loses their keys/wallet?

Who’s better with money?

Who tried to hide the relationship from their parents?

Who’s better in the kitchen?

Who needs/gets more sleep?

Who’s more laid back and who’s more hard working?

Who has more empathy?

If they were to adopt a pet together, what kind of pet would it be?

Who is more outgoing?

What is their love language?

Are they holding any secrets from each other?

Which one is more likely to cheat?

Which one first brings up the idea of having kids?

Who sleeptalks?

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 47

Word count:2201

June 2

Dani's pov

Ok trailer is clean

~Eddie's clothes wash

~Nate's clothes wash

~fridge is stocked

~New couches set

~also new tv set

Fridge and stove are coming here on Monday Eddie is probably having a heart attack when he sees all the new furniture I bought without him knowing .

Well I have nothing to do. I can't work and Liam said I could work from home .

So I'm at home like I'm a stay at home mom. I cleaned and already made food for when Eddie and Nate come home .

Our room is clean, so is Nate's .

Kitchen is clean .

What do I do now ?

I mean I could sit down till Eddie comes back from his last day of school and Nate is out with uncle Wayne .

I mean I just got the internet set up so I could always binge watch a show .

Yeah I'll do that .

But first popcorn .

I walk over to the kitchen and make myself some popcorn and grab myself a Dr.pepper with lots of ice .

Oh pickles and hot sauce with popcorn sound good.

Where does Eddie have the bowls ?

Found them .

After I'm done serving myself the popcorn and grabbing my dr.pepper i sit down in our new couches which are super comfortable by the way .

I turn on the tv and search for a show to watch on Netflix .

I was scrolling till I found a show that got my attention.

Hmm, it looks interesting .

It is about two brothers that hunt supernatural beings following the family business .

I click on the show and the first episode starts catching my eye really fast .

But as the episode goes on I'm mesmerized by Sam's brother .

Holy shit I think I'm in love !!

Eddie doesn't have to know .

Dani watching the show

SAM and JESS lie in bed, asleep back to back. JESS shifts position.

A sound outside the room, like a window opening. SAM opens his eyes.

SAM leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment.

A window is open; earlier it must have been closed. Footsteps. A MAN walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. SAM moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The MAN enters the room. SAM lunges forward and grabs the MAN at the shoulder. The MAN knocks SAM's arm away and aims a strike at SAM, who ducks. The MAN grabs SAM's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. SAM kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the MAN hadn't seen SAM's face before, he sees it now; SAM gets his first glimpse of the MAN. The MAN elbows SAM in the face; SAM kicks at his head. The MAN ducks and swings and SAM blocks. The MAN knocks SAM down and pins him to the floor, one hand at SAM's neck and the other holding SAM's wrist.

MAN

Whoa, easy, tiger.

SAM breathes hard.

SAM

Dean?

DEAN laughs.

SAM

You scared the crap out of me!

DEAN

That's 'cause you're out of practice.

SAM grabs DEAN's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into DEAN's back and DEAN to the floor.

DEAN

Or not.

SAM taps DEAN twice where SAM is holding him.

DEAN

Get off of me.

SAM rolls to his feet and pulls DEAN up.

SAM

What the hell are you doing here?

DEAN

Well, I was looking for a beer.

DEAN puts his hands on SAM's shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

SAM

What the hell are you doing here?

DEAN

Okay. All right. We gotta talk.

SAM

Uh, the phone?

DEAN

If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?

JESS turns the light on. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

JESS

Sam?

SAM and DEANS turn their heads in unison.

SAM

Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.

DEAN looks at her appreciatively.

JESS

Wait, your brother Dean?

JESS smiles. SAM nods. DEAN grins at her and moves closer.

DEAN

Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.

JESS

Just let me put something on.

JESS turns to go. DEAN's voice stops her.

DEAN

No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.

DEAN goes back over to SAM without taking his eyes off JESS. SAM watches him, his expression stony.

DEAN

Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.

DEAN

But, uh, nice meeting you.

SAM

No.

SAM goes over to JESS and puts an arm around her.

SAM

No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.

DEAN

Okay.

DEAN turns to look at them both straight on.

DEAN

Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days.

SAM

So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.

DEAN ducks his head and looks back up.

DEAN

Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.

SAM's expression doesn't change while he takes this in. JESS glances up at him.

SAM

Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.

After a few episodes I had lost track of time and I didn't even realize when Eddie opened the door startling me .

I was in the episode" Bloody Mary" and it was really freaking me out .

"Sweetheart I'm home ." Eddie scared the shit out of me  when he walked in in the trailer.

"Jesus Christ baby!!" I jump from the sofa startled

"Jesus Christ sweetheart are you ok ?" He chuckles

"Yes ,sorry you just scared me ." I sat back down to continue watching the show .

From the corner of my eye I see Eddie trying to figure out what's different from his living room.

He scans around the room then scratches the back of his head .

"Did you do something to the trailer ?" He ask

And sits next to me .

"Yea." I respond by not taking my eyes off the television.

"Wait ,is that a new TV ?"

"Yea." I responded, still keeping my eyes on the television.

"Wait,since when do we have internet ?"

"Today ." I respond

"Can we afford it ?" Eddie kept the questions coming .

"Yeah ,I still have the app job . " the was the longest sentence I've said to him since he got home .

I turn to look at Eddie who still hasn't realized the new couches until he slouches back .

"Ah shit this is comfortable ." He stands up slowly and looks at the sofas then back at me .

"Are these new ?" He raises a brow

"Yeah ." I responded and turned my attention when I heard Dean's voice .

"You're hungry ?" I ask Eddie, still keeping my eyes on the tv not wanting to lose any scene where Dean comes out .

"Yes, I Am sweetheart ." He sits next to me putting his arm around me peppering my face with kisses .

"Hi." I coo

"Tomorrow I finally graduate ." He says proudly

"I know baby I'm so proud of you ,come let's heat up the food ." I stand up and make my way to the kitchen heating up Eddie's food .

I had made spaghetti with meatballs for him, his favorite .

"You want to eat on the couch, the dining table is not coming here till Monday ." I take our two plates with me to the couch where Eddie is waiting and still scanning the room, still trying to figure out if I did something else .

"Wait, what happened to the other dining table ?" He stands up looking around his surroundings seeing that there was no dining table .

" I sold it, I left you the money of the furniture I sold in your drawer ." Yes I sold his furniture but I didn't use his money to buy the new furniture I use mine .

Plus I also sold all my furniture from my apartment and might have put that money on the drawer for Eddie .

Because  I know he wasted a chunk of his savings on my birthday and he wasn't letting me pay him back so I did it this way .

"Ok." He says softly "The trailer looks homie ." He tells me while grabbing his plate ."I like it ." He Pecks my cheek and starts devouring his spaghetti

I honestly thought he would be pissed off but he wasn't .

Maybe he is just hiding it to not make me feel bad .

"So what are we watching ?" Eddie asks me getting me out of my thoughts .

"Is this show called supernatural It's pretty cool ." I pressed play on the show and my eyes go again to Dean .

And I smile stupidly when he says something funny or he is flirting with some girl .

From the corner of my eye I noticed Eddie looking at me with a raised brow .

I ignored it and continued watching the show .

Maybe it was the hormones that were driving me crazy and saw Dean as adorable .

"Danielle ."I heard Eddie say my full name and I snap my head to look at him.

"Why did you say my whole name ?" I pouted and felt tears starting to form in my eyes .

"So you like this show ?" Eddie asks, putting his now empty plate in the center table .

"Yes ." I said sweetly

"Why do you like it ?" He crossed his arms over his chest raising a brow .

"The plot ." Did I really say that ?

"What plot ?" He said in a low voice that sounded angry and jealous .

"The ghost and supernatural stuff ." I stopped and looked at the screen when Dean came out .

"Yeah bullshit !!!."he slouched back still with his arms crossed over his chest .

I laid down putting my legs on his lap but he pushed them away .

Ok ,that hurts ..

Don't cry Dani ,Don't cry Dani .

Stupid hormones ..

Suddenly the tears started pouring just like a waterfall .

Just then the door to the trailer opens and uncle Wayne and Nate walk in .

Nate runs to his room Ozzy follows behind putting his backpack away .

"Dani sweetheart, what's wrong ?" Uncle Wayne rushed towards me .But I couldn't talk. I was a mess .

"E-Eddie hiccup d-doesn't hiccup want hiccup me."

"EDWARD MUNSON!!" Eddie's face changed from angry to scared, his eyes widened face pale.

"Wayne is not like that ." He try to defend himself

"Then explain yourself why you made her cry and NOW!!"uncle Wayne stood up crossing his arms over his chest looking at Eddie .

"Well, she is drooling all over that Dean guy in the show and and and she won't pay attention to me ." He whined pouting like a little kid .

Eddie always wanted the attention for him.

"Jesus Christ Edward you're gonna make the last few hairs I have on my head fall off ." Eddie chuckles. I have no idea why,he probably was going to say something stupid .

"What's so funny ?" Uncle Wayne raises his voice at Eddie .

"Nothing old man." He chuckles

"We'll say sorry to Dani for making her cry NOW! !!"

Eddie walks over to me sitting down next to me picking me up and sitting me in his lap .

"I'm sorry sweetheart I got jealous of that guy ." He Pecks my lips

"B-but I-I love hiccup you." I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight .

These hormones were driving me crazy. Sometimes I would cry for stupid things or sometimes I would get mad just out of nowhere .

This baby was going to drive me crazy or make me run out of tears cause that's all I did lately cry .

Before Wayne left he stopped in the entrance and did a double take on his old trailer "Wow, you did a great job Dani ." He tells me before leaving .

And with that he left us alone to watch the show .

Nate came out of his room with Ozzy following him behind him .

"Momma I love my room!!" He says excitedly .

Yes I had bought him a new bed as well .

And Eddie just looked at me like" If I was serious" .

But he had to understand I have nothing to do the whole day so I'm just ordering stuff that we need .

Plus he needed a new fridge and stove as well because The fridge freezer wasn’t working properly everything kept melting and the stove only two burners work.And for god's sake they had a tv that barely worked.

And the couches, well they needed new ones.

I know I wasn't going to hear the end of this on Monday when Eddie sees everything else I ordered.

But for now I won't say anything anymore .

Hopefully he is not here when I get my orders ..

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So the  rest of the afternoon  Eddie and I stayed watching supernatural.

While Nate and Ozzy sat next to me, Nate was on his tablet minding his own business .

While Eddie on the other hand kept making stupid comments or saying rude things about Dean .

I actually didn't care that Eddie kept talking because this is all I wanted my little family and tomorrow to face reality at Eddie's graduation.

Authors note: just a filler chapter also I'm a big fan of supernatural...

Next chapter

[bunnihoshiki]

★ (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎

🐰 . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ⋆ None

💭 . . 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆ The main 4, CATG x Reader

🐰 . . 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⋆ Basically what it said in the title!

💭 . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆!! All aged up and this can be seen as romantic or platonic but cartman's part is strictly platonic !! very ooc but aside from that there's none!

🐰 . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⋆ hoshiki loves this prompt! He will be making this but in another fandom soon

Navi | Masterlist

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢

Sends Candy crush requests on Facebook. I just have that feeling

He would wake you up 2 hours early before school to make sure you don't come late. Also lies about the time to wake you up easier...

Also turns off your fan when you aren't waking up

He definitely points out grammatical errors or the spelling of someone💀

Probably tags everyone he knows in a Facebook post

Keeps his phone sound notif on

Always asking his mom for permission, yes he also asks permission to hang out with you

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡

missed calls. Always.

Replies with a thumbs up and in rare occasion replies with K or Hmm

Borrows your charger.

Never returns it.

Listens to songs in a really loud volume to sound cool

Finishes the leftovers and puts the container back, don't blame him, it's a force of habit

Leaves the door open since he has a sister to do that to and does it so much to the point it's normal

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𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧

Takes your phone without permission and uses it for HOURS, like full on texting your friends and checking your browser history/gallery

and when he gives it back to you it's always on 1%

Did I forget to mention he also took your charger

Farts infront of you

Eats your food when you aren't looking and lies about not eating it despite having crust around his lips

Feel lonely with 69 others on facebook

He sings to a song like hes at some kind of talent show

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𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤

Begs for likes and fame

Uses all caps

Steals your cologne/perfume and uses it until there's one drop left

Tries to sneak in the middle of the line instead of going to the back then claims he was saving time

Sometimes he accidentally makes himself too comfortable at your house

Throws a pencil at someone and say he dropped it

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

Leaves you on read or takes days to respond

Doesn't hold the door for the person behind him

Takes up both armrests or takes the whole couch to himself

I don't think he'll even return his shopping cart

Cuts people off on the sidewalk while he's walking to piss them off

He would "accidentally" snap a pencil that he borrowed not because he hates the person but because he felt like it

Would also probably enter your room, stand there for a few minutes, then leave

Leaves the door open 2

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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤

Eats loudly. Like he chews loud with his mouth open

He doesn't know what he wants to order when it's his turn.

Ends up getting one of his friends to order for him

Sends a series of text instead of a long one

He will borrow a pencil and then brings it home with him. No he doesn't realize that

Sucks out of a straw even when nothings left in the cup

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𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐫

I think he'd invite himself to plans he wasnt part of

He'd follow you when he's bored

Also sings an annoying song on repeat when he's bored. It alway takes HOURS due to his stuttering and you'd have to wait through all of it.

Goes into a Walmart at midnight to asks if it's hammer time to all of the employees as a joke. I don't think they like the joke tho

Makes up weird sayings, writes it on a sticky note and post it throughout the town.

In social studies he'd joke about other countries

Pretends to tell jokes to his pencil

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𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧

Accidentally humblebrags to you

It's canon that he leaves the toilet seat up.

Probably doesn't even change the toilet paper roll too

Talks while a movie is playing

Complains instead of trying to find a solution, ends up resolving on its own anyways.

Definitely, 100% gushes about his new relationship

On the last day of school, he would celebrate loud and obnoxiously after he exits

Calls an "important" friend group meeting and then asks "does this colour look good on me?"

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

Sometimes he accidentally turns passive-agressive

Talks like a baby to all the animals he sees, force of habit too btw

Writes a poem and always sends it to you in mail

Tweets pictures of random animals.

Leans on your head when you're shorter

Uses big words and doesn't explain it to someone

Wins every game night with the gang so much he pretty much gets waited out the entire game after that

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© 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 2023 do not repost, copy or modify without my permission. All rights reserved.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

sully family Titanic au which is more found family than Romance.

Hmm, it's taken me a while to decide how I think this should proceed. But I think it should be like a reverse found family Titanic lol. Or maybe it's like regular Titanic? I can't decide. At first I was thinking the Sully's were a wealthy family and the kids found and absorbed lower class lost runaway child Spider.

BUT THEN I changed my mind, hmm? I'm thinking the Sully's are definitely lower class. Not only are they people of color, they are also a mixed race family. I'm thinking Jake was able to get them tickets through one last pull with his military connections (maybe smuggled in by Norm and Grace), and they are jetting off to start a new life with their kids away from Jake's military past.

SPIDER however would be a wealthy runaway. He's rich, connected, and perfectly set up in life. That is if he even makes it to eighteen. He hates his dad, who's been abusive and awful his whole life, and was the reason his mom died. So he took his chance and stole a bunch of money to pay his way onto the ship and he's hiding out in the lower decks. He hits it off with Lo'ak and Kiri right away, who suspect that something is up with him. He's just a little too polite and respectful, and a little too excited for anything undignified. He's also fucking terrified of their parents when they introduce him. Tell tale drama, Quaritch tracked him to the ship but didn't suspect he'd be in the lower decks so it takes a long time for them to even cross paths. The Sully's by then have all decided that they have to have him, so I'm picturing a really dramatic standoff on one of the top public deaths where Spider is all dirty and gross and wearing borrowed threadbare clothes from Lo'ak to the point that he's basically unrecognizable. Neytiri is like no that's our adopted son, right everyone, and they're all like yeah obviously, and Quaritch knows but doesn't want to say anything in front of his rich friends or something. Very dramatic. It makes me too sad to think that someone would have to die, but Spider is the Jack right, so he'd probably have to sacrifice himself and die to save Kiri and Tuk or something from Quaritch as the ship sinks. Truly tragic.

Please add any thoughts any of you have that you think should go with this, of course, as always.

[thru-the-grapevine]

Lucky Shot

Pairing: Joshua Hong x fem!reader

Summary: Who knew the place to meet cute guys was at little league basketball practice?

Word Count: 917

Tags: parent au, fluff, religious elements used nonreligiously

Author’s Note: this is absolutely not based off of daydreams I had when I took my little brother to Upward basketball practices back in the day, nope

There weren’t many places that made you feel like a fish out of water; you simply didn’t allow it. Your sister’s church, however, might be the exception, particularly during a children’s event.

You kept a firm hold on your nephew’s hand, carefully avoiding eye contact with the church parents milling about in the hallway outside the church gymnasium.

“You have everything for practice, Minjunnie?” You asked your nephew to occupy yourself and avoid adult small talk.

“Mhm.” He nodded and pulled the strap of his sports bag back up his shoulder.

You paused at the doorway into the gym, scoping it out. Hmm. Far too many Karens and soccer moms in that room for your liking. You could wait in the car, probably.

You felt another parent and kid coming up beside you, so you turned to face Minjun again. “Water bottle, basketball, towel?”

He nodded, and you felt around in your jacket pocket for a moment.

“Lucky…chapstick?”

“I don’t have that,” he giggled.

You grinned. “Well, you need some sort of luck out there, don’t you? Here, you can borrow mine. I won’t tell anyone.”

You pulled the tube of vanilla chapstick from your pocket and held it out to him, winking.

He took it, looking skeptical. “What does lucky chapstick do?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” You sunk into a crouch and leaned in secretively. “It makes you run super fast, and dribble basketballs super well, and shoot good baskets. Plus, you know, it makes other kids’ teasing or mean comments bounce off you, like magic.”

You stood back up. “You just have to keep it a secret and tell nobody you have it. That’s what makes it lucky.”

Minjun studied at the chapstick in wonder, then looked back up at you, grinning. “Thanks, Auntie.”

You winked again. “No problem, bud.”

Someone bumped into you, and you stumbled.

“Shi—uh, shoot. Sorry,” the man apologized.

“Oh, you’re g…” you trailed off when you looked at him. Damn, he was handsome. Maybe some church parents have some rights. “Um. You’re good.”

He graced you with a polite, serene smile before crouching down, just like you had, and facing an excited-looking little girl Minjun’s age.

“Got everything, Leah?” He asked.

The little girl nodded happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He clapped her on the shoulder twice. “Great. You’re going to be great. And don’t forget, what are we gonna do?”

Leah could barely contain her excitement as she squealed, “gonna whoop ass and take names!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth quickly, stifling a surprised laugh.

“Shhh, quieter.” The man looked around frantically, and you noticed a few nearby women shooting scandalized looks this way.

He noticed you watching and winced. “Sorry, she…”

You grinned and looked back down at Minjun. “What do you think, Minjunnie? Wanna help her whoop some ass?”

Minjun looked absolutely delighted. “Am I allowed?”

“Hell yeah you are,” you said, “just don’t tell your parents. You can be the ass-whooping squad.”

You offered your fist, and Minjun gave you a quick fist-bump before turning to Leah and offering his fist.

She grinned and fist-bumped him back. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Thank you,” the man sighed, sounding relieved as he stood and watched the two of them walk into the gym together. “I know people around here get sensitive about swearing…”

You turned and grinned at him. “Not me, no worries.”

He needed to stop having such a nice smile, please. It was doing funny things to your pulse.

“So if you’re not one of his parents, are you his big sister, or…?”

You snorted. “Noooo. He’s my sister’s kid. She and her husband had a meeting tonight, so I brought him.”

“I didn’t think you looked familiar,” he said, still smiling. He offered his hand. “Joshua Hong.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself back.

“You wanna sit in the back with me, away from the, uh, moms staring at us right now?” He asked, lips twitching.

You glanced surreptitiously around, realizing he was right. “Oh, um—”

“Hey, you guys! How’s it going?”

You turned to see the basketball coach offering Minjun and Leah high fives.

“Good!” The little girl shrilled. “We’re whooping ass and taking names!”

You nearly choked on your own tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” Joshua muttered under his breath.

The coach raised his eyebrows. “Uh, what?”

“We’re the ass-whooping squad,” Minjun chimed in, cheerful as ever. “My auntie said so.”

Time to go. You spun on your heel, walking away quickly as the coach turned to glance at the gym door.

To your surprise, Joshua was still next to you, walking briskly.

“On second thought,” he murmured, “why don’t we grab a coffee instead?”

You couldn’t help a giggle. “Is this what it’s like to be the ‘bad influence’ parent? On the run from the purity police?”

“This is what it’s like to be the fun parent,” Joshua corrected, grinning. “So how about that coffee? My treat for being cool about Leah.”

“Oh, I…sure,” you said, doing your best to sound more confident than you felt. You weren’t accustomed to being asked out, and certainly not by people who looked like him.

But he seemed glad you’d agreed, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Cool. There’s a coffee shop just across the street. It’s an easy walk.”

You felt a little like a fish out of water, walking into a coffee shop with Joshua Hong. But you had a hunch you could learn to love the feeling.

[ilovejosukehigashikata]

Crazy Heartbreakers ruined Josuke's entire character in 189 words.

This is all after he met Ryoko and heard her story about copying her hair from Noriaki. He asks her if he can "borrow it", and this is what happens next when he comes across the possessed bakers.

“Looks like you’re all real interested in this great hair of mine… Wanna know why I wear it?”

He kept walking towards them as he spoke.

“That’s right---it all went down 10 years ago. I came down with a high fever---I was on death’s door. My mom tried driving me to the hospital, but to make matters worse, there was a huge blizzard that day. Our car got stuck, and just when things were looking grim for me, my hero appeared. He saved me, put me on his bike, and took me to the h---no, wait.”

Josuke’s brows furrowed as he spoke.

“Nah, I don’t think he could’ve done that… Think that’s the fever talking---he probably didn’t have a bike. Hang on a sec… Forget about that. It wasn’t a bike. But the car couldn’t move, right? Hmm…”

He stopped to think in the middle of his own story.

“Well, anyway, that guy had my hairstyle, so I copied him and did my hair up the same way… How’s that sound? Whaddya think? Good reason?”

There was a humorous edge to his voice as he approached the possessed women.

I can't even put into words how much of a slap in the face this is to anyone who even remotely likes Josuke. This is basically his core character trait, the most iconic moment in his backstory, the reason he is the way he is, and it's being reduced to him mimicking some girl he just met. Instead, the reason for his sensitivity around his hair is because Ryohei suggested he put his hair up that way to do better in fights.

Kadono took one look at the backstory Araki wrote 30 years ago, this story that was a sweet display of Morioh's golden heart, the kindness of strangers, and the emotional core of Josuke's character, and made it into a joke.

Are you kidding me?

[thoughtsofananon]

AroAce Hunter week three electric beegalee Day 1- Cosmic Frontier/Space. Warning-This is very unfinished but i think it did its job.

@sergeantsporks

“Talsom! How could you say that! He’s just proclaimed his love for you!”

“I know! I know! I just. . I don’t know. I thought it would be an amazing moment, you know? But then he actually said it. I. . It was the opposite of wonderful.”

Hunter blinked. What? 

He opened his mouth slightly to ask, but shut it a moment after. Gus was engrossed in the episode, and Camila had hands on her cheeks, eyes sparkling with excitement.

It’d be rude to disturb them. .

Hunter slowly sidled away from the other two, Ice Cream only giving him a side eye as he walked into the Noceda’s kitchen.

“Luz!” He hissed, tapping her shoulder. 

“Gah, wha-!”

“Can I borrow your computer?”

Luz raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were binging Cosmic Frontier with Gus and Mom?”

“I wanted to look something up.”

Luz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t go through my fics from four or more years ago.”

Hunter tiptoed his way past Gus and Camila, still enraptured by the scene. Ice Cream shook herself and hopped off the couch, following Hunter upstairs. He let himself and the dog inside Luz’s room and shut the door.

Punching in the passcode, he considered the Azura Fic Doc for a moment, but clicked the search engine.

Why did Talsom rejectt Avery in Cosmic frontuer?

Talsom is theorized to be Aro Ace.

“What?” Hunter muttered, more confused than before, typing in another question.

Aromantic Asexual- someone who doesn’t feel romantic or sexual attraction

“Well what does that mean?” He sputtered. Annoyed now, he searched again.

You bounce between exhilaration, euphoria, increased energy, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, trembling, a racing heart and accelerated breathing, as well as anxiety, panic and feelings of despair when your relationship suffers even the smallest setback.

Okay, I’m done.

He teleported downstairs. “Luz!”

She shrieked, startling backwards.

He pointed to the computer screen. “That’s got to be a joke, right? They haven’t described love, they’ve described a panic attack!”

“Uhh. .” Luz read. “No, that sounds about right.”

“Alright, you’re joking.”

“Hunter, why did you look this up in the first place?” Luz questioned.

“Well, you know how I was watching Cosmic Frontier with Gus and Camila?” Hunter started. “Well we got this part where Avery confesses his feelings for Talsom, but instead of being happy and going out with him, Talsom was like ‘oh, I don’t like you’ and ran off, and really regretted it, but also didn’t want to date him, so I was confused, I guess?”

Luz processed this, and looked up at him.

“You said you related a lot to Talsom, right?”

Where is this going? “Uhmm, yeah?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“I-“

. . .

Have I?

“It. . It mentioned something called ‘Aro-Ace’” Hunter said. “Does. . Does that mean you never fall in love?”

“Mm-hmm.” Luz nodded.

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna-“ Hunter coughed. “I’m gonna get back to the watch, I’ve- probably missed a lot.”

[brunchable]

2319 - Chapter 5: Game of Dodge and Silent Treatment || Young!Stephen Strange × F!Reader.

Word count: 5.9K

Genre: Innocent Love, Diary Entries, Fluff.

Warning: Kind of sad? maybe?

Special mentions: Donna Strange, Victor Strange, Eugene Strange. A/N: This story is inspired by the Korean Drama called "2521" || omg i've haven't updated in a few days. but here we are. not really my fave chapter but every highs must have lows. no song recommendation today, my two brains cells cannot think of one.

July 4 1999

Dang it. No matter what I do I can't stop thinking about that kiss. Neither of us are speaking with each other, I mean how are we supposed to? He clearly regrets it when I clearly don't and what frustrates me even more is that he gives me mixed signals. Do you like me or not?! Do you do this to every girl you had the pleasure of knowing?! I SHOULDN’T have said "I didn't mind" UGH. HE PROBABLY THINKS I'M DESPERATE.

Mom and Dad had dinner with their friends tonight and I refused to come because I secretly had plans with Donna to watch the fireworks at Mount Achilles lookout where the little festival was happening. Of course, Stephen was there too. . . it was so awkward. . . especially when we ran into Robbie, Sebastian and their group at the night market there. . .

"Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? You used to like coming over Caroline's house." Aurthur asked as he put the brand new wrist watch Vanessa bought him. 

You shook your head while you flick through the T.V. pretending to feel out of it while you pet Figaro who was sleeping on your lap, "I'm not feeling that great, I'll stay home. You guys have fun. . ." You coughed a bit, "Also are you guys going to be home late?" 

"Hmm we'll be home by ten, that's if your father doesn't get carried away with drinking." Vanessa nudges her husband who waves a hand dismissively.

"I'm not drinking tonight."

"Pft. You always say that, Dad. I'll see you guys at midnight." You chuckle and tore your gaze away from the T.V. while Vanessa leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"Lock all the doors and windows!" Arthur advised as he allows your mother to walk out of the house first. 

"Yep. Call me beforehand so I can lock Figaro's cat door before I go to bed." You reply with a nod and your father agrees, "Have fun~" you lean your head back as your parents exit through the door and as soon as you heard their car start, you jumped out of the couch and ran upstairs to get changed into your high rise navy wide leg jeans, matched with pink knitted sleeveless crop-top and white chunky sneakers. 

You did your hair into high pigtails then pulled your curtain bangs out evenly. You then ran into your parent’s master bedroom and borrowed your mom's blusher, lightly dabbing the pink powder on your cheeks then rummaged through her drawer for her lipstick and lip gloss. 

You have to look extra nice tonight. This voice in the back of your head was pushing you to dress and look pretty. Normally you couldn't care less about how you look when you go out but right now, you do care. Maybe Stephen didn't see me as grown up? He's turning twenty-three in November afterall and I just turned nineteen in April. I have to act cool and nonchalant. 

You pressed your lips together to spread the gloss evenly on your lips before perfectly returning your mother's things exactly how they were. You were an expert at that and not once did she suspect a thing about you using her makeup. 

You then ran back to your room and grabbed your mini sling bag, shoving your fully charged phone, disposable camera, money and keys inside it. Now you were ready to go next door and meet up with Donna. 

"Behave Figaro okay?" You patted his head after you checked that all doors and windows were locked. You head out the front door, locking the main door and then the screen door. You made a run for it before Darla sees you walking out of your house. You slowed down as you approached Strange's porch and then rang the doorbell.

"Coming!" Eugene yelled out from inside, after seeing that it was you, he opened the door, "Hey, kid. Come in, Donna's just upstairs." 

"Good evening Chief." You saunter inside as he stepped our of your way and closes the door behind him.

"Have you had dinner? Bev cooked some roast pork." Eugene asks.

"Yes, I did, thank you." You smiled shyly. It wasn't everyday you get to have an encounter with Eugene—and being a witness to him and Stephen’s arguement, you were a bit intimidated by him. 

"Hey (Y/N)!" Victor greeted you from the kitchen.

"Hi Victor! Let me know when you want more cookies~" you waved at him. Eugene chuckles beside you and shakes his head.

"He absolutely love those cookies you make, I've yet to try it."

"I'll make extra next time then, Sir." You chuckle.

"That's kind of you, well I better leave you to it, you guys are going at Mount Achilles lookout am I right?" Eugene asks to double check and you nodded, "Alright, I told Stephen to accompany you two because it's the 4th of July, there might be a lot of drunkards around and I'm off duty." 

You try not to look surprised since you thought it was only going to be Donna and you, "Oh he is? Donna didn't tell me that." You laughed sheepishly.

"Well, I just told Stephen now. They’re both getting ready upstairs. Go on up." Eugene smiles and pats you on the back before heading back into the kitchen.

"Hey Dad, did you know (Y/N) is my ideal type? Everytime I see her she reminds me of that song 'More than a woman'" You hear Victor say proudly as his father walks back into the kitchen.

"Really? You better hurry and grow up then—I heard girls like boys who sleep in their own rooms."

You let out a breathy chuckle and quietly ascended the stairs. Fingers crossed that wouldn't run into Stephen. Please don’t come out of your room, please don't come out of your room. Just as you were in the hallway making your way towards Donna's room, Stephen came out and you bump into him.

You stepped aside.

He unintentionally steps in that direction as well.

ACT NATURAL. 

You step into the right again in an attempt to avoid him but he also steps in the same direction. Probably trying to avoid you as well, but failing so bad. Both of you immediately stepped to the other side. 

Damn it!

The whole time both of you were playing dodge, you were looking at your feet. You can’t look at him because you are at the risk of looking right into his lips and then blushing and you DON’T want that. Both of you stop for a second and when you hear Stephen take an inhale to speak, you push right past him and run into Donna's room and shut the door behind you, startling your friend who was putting her lipstick on.

"Ah!!" Donna screamed, causing her to draw over her lips, "Oh my gosh (Y/N)! Look what you made me do." She quickly grabbed some tissue and wiped off the residue on her chin. Donna does a double take and sees you breathing heavily against the door, face flushed.

"Are you okay?" 

You nodded eagerly. She doesn't know that you and her brother kissed—and you don’t want to tell her, you're scared of her reaction. Donna shrugs off your weird antics and sweeps her eyes over your outfit.

"Wow, you look gooood." Donna nods in approval of your outfit before continuing to put some makeup on.

"Speak for yourself," you walked over to her at the end of her bed and plopped yourself on her beanbag. 

Donna wore a beige high waisted shorts match with a brown belt, a loose button up shirt which was loosely tucked in. 

"Does Stephen have to go?" You ask.

"Unfortunately, yes. Dad will not take no for an answer." Donna leans on the mirror to polish up her makeup and sighs, "Robbie and his friends are already there so we might run into them." 

"If we run into them, that means they're also running into Stephen." You shrug.

"Ugh that's true. We need to come up with a plan on how to ditch my brother." Donna taps her chin, "Oh! I know! We can get him to buy food for us and then we make a run for it." 

"Not a bad idea." You nodded in agreement. 

Meanwhile, Stephen is at the otherside of the door eavesdropping on your conversation. He scoffs in disbelief after hearing the plans to ditch him.

"What are you doing?" Victor narrows his eyes when he sees his older brother, a grown ass man, listening into two teenage girls' conversation. Stephen placed his pointer over his lips and hushed Victor, "You know it's rude to spy on other people's—mffmfmfmffff." 

Stephen tsked when you and Donna stop talking after hearing a muffled sound outside when Stephen dragged Victor into his room with his hands over his younger brother’s mouth.

"Can you be quiet!?" Stephen whisper-yelled at Victor after closing the door.

"Why are you listening to their conversation? Ever heard of privacy?" Victor retorts. 

"I should be asking you that question! You've been sleeping in my room every night lately and I can't–" Stephen cuts himself short.

"Can't what?" Victor crosses his arms and cranes his head and narrows his eyes even more.

"Can't focus on writing my song." 

"You're writing a song? For who?" 

"No one." 

Victor rolls his eyes then goes around the room while Stephen watches him closely and the little boy picks up a piece of paper in the trash, "I like your curls, and I like your eyes, I look up at you and just see the sky—Through streetlights I danced, with my heaven at night."

"Hey, give me that! Ever heard of privacy?" Stephen snatches the paper and throws it back in the trash. 

Donna barges into the room and finds Stephen and Victor looking suspicious, "Stephen are you ready?" 

"Stephen was—eaffvesdropngdfff fofrrmmf." Stephen firmly placed his hand over Victor's mouth.

Donna furrows her brows, "Was what?"

"Was ready an hour ago! Geeze—Yuck!" Stephen pulls his hand away when Victor licks his palm and the boy runs away, "Cheeky little bugger." Stephen mutters under his breath as Victor disappears.

"Hello?? Let's go?!" Donna urges Stephen.

You quickly glance at Stephen and notice that he was wearing oversized jeans and a plain white top and a V-neck vest over it; he also wore a silver bracelet on his left wrist.

Man's got style. Wow.

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Stephen drives for a good fifteen minutes before you realise you're not thinking about Stephen anymore. For the last fifteen minutes of the drive, your thoughts have just been imagining your future. You lean back in the seat and stare out the window, a little envious of both of them. Envious of the things they’ve seen. The places they’ve travelled and their parents allow them. While you keep lying to your parents or sneaking out like this. 

You sat behind Donna this time because you were afraid of playing that staring game onto the rearview mirror with Stephen. It was tough enough suppressing your feelings after knowing what Stephen tasted like. 

"So why did you suddenly want to go watch the fireworks when you're the one pushing for us to stay home?" Stephen broke the silence but he was talking to Donna, "You’re meeting up with those boys aren't you?"

Donna shrugs, "What’s the big deal? Why are you being so overprotective?" Donna immediately says with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

"Nothing, I just remember things that happened in the past—I don’t want you getting involved way too quickly, do you understand? But I’ve already made it clear to them who they're going up against if they mess with you.” Stephen shoots Donna and all-too-familiar glare.

Donna laughs at his absurdity. “I’m nineteen, Stephen. You can stop acting like Dad now.” 

Stephen’s face pinches together, and for a second, he even starts resembling Eugene, “The hell I will,” Stephen growls, “You’re my little sister. I have standards for you, and those boys don't even come close to meeting even one of them.”

You might’ve felt your heart skip a beat after hearing him say that. If Kirra was alive, would Stephen meet his standards? Would he be protective of you just like how Stephen is with Donna? These questions, you’ll never know the answer to.

"Stephen, no guy will ever come close to the standards you’ve set for me.” Donna rolls her eyes again and Stephen nods, getting all righteous. 

"Damn right." Stephen chuckles smugly as he indicates to the right to exit the highway. 

The thought of missing out on something Donna and Stephen have suddenly upsets you. Though it was tough, you swallowed the hard lump in your throat and faked a yawn as you felt your eyes stinging a bit.

Donna sees you yawn on the side view mirror, "Sleepy already, (Y/N)?"

You shake your head, "A bit. . . but I'm fine." Dagnabbit it, my voice sounded so sad. 

Stephen looked at you through the rearview mirror and could see that you were upset about something. His grip tightens around the steering wheel thinking that it's probably because of him. He admits that what he did was a dick move, even though he wouldn't pass his own standard.

It took about half an hour before the three of you found a parking spot and as soon as Stephen killed the ignitions, Donna hops out and stretches, "Finally!!" 

You got out of the car as well, though you were feeling like you're in a low mood, you force a smile while Donna hooks her arms around yours and drags you in the food market at the base of the lookout while Stephen follows closely behind. 

He was waiting for Donna to approach him and ask whether he could go and buy both of you some food. . .and she eventually did.

"Hey Stephen, do you mind buying me and (Y/N), cotton candy? We'll look around this way for drinks." Donna points in the other direction and Stephen smiles, pretending not to know what his sister is up to. 

"Sure." Stephen turns around and walks towards the cotton candy vendor.

". . .Well that was easy." Donna blinks and then shrugs, "Robbie and his friends are all up the hill already, do you want to get anything before we head up?" 

You glance at Stephen, slightly feeling bad for planning to ditch him, "Nah. Let's go." 

Stephen glances back and watches both of you head up the stairs leading to the lookout. He doesn’t even bother buying the cotton candies, he just leaves the line and follows the both of you, making sure to keep his distance. Compared to Donna, your energy was low and his sister was too excited to be there to even pick-up on it. 

Is she upset because of me? I'm so fucking stupid. What was I even thinking? I need to say sorry to her. Stephen sighs and then realises that he was climbing the stairs way too quickly, so he slows down. He could see Donna giving you a teasing nudge, he could guess that she was matching you with that dude Sebastian. You laugh casually, it sounded different from the laugh you had this morning when you lay under the willow tree in their front yard. 

As Stephen reached the top, he hid behind the people surrounding him. The boys have already claimed a spot on the guardrails and Donna ran towards Robbie as soon as they saw each other. The lad picked his sister up and twirled her around as they greeted each other with a kiss. 

What the fuck—oho you are so dead Donna Strange. Stephen rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His eyes then were drawn when Sebastian went forward to approach you with a friendly hug. Sebastian looked genuinely interested in you and invited you to take a seat beside him on the picnic table. You laugh at something Sebastian says and it just keeps going from there.

What is that vermin even saying to her? Stephen lets out a low growl and sees a kid holding two cotton candy to his convenience, "Hey kid, how much for your cotton candy?" 

The kid looks at him judgingly, "Go buy some yourself mister."

"What do you think I'm doing? I'll give you ten bucks for both." 

The kid squints his eyes, "Make that twenty."

"Alright, twenty." Stephen agrees with a sarcastic smile and hands the kid twenty dollars in exchange for his cotton candy. Stephen takes both cotton candies in his hand and mutters to himself annoyed that he just lost twenty bucks. 

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Stephen makes his presence known and raises his brows. Donna's eyes widens and pushes herself off of Robbie, "I turned around for one second and both of you were gone. Looks like lost girls, found themselves some lost boys, aye?" 

Stephen’s jaw clenches for a second after giving you a quick glance, "Was this the real agenda?" He nods to Donna, "You couldn't go alone so you bring her with you?" Then he nods towards you. 

Robbie clears his throat, rubbing his hands on his jeans and approaches Stephen, "I don't think I've had the chance to introduce myself before, I'm Robbie, Nice to meet you." He offers Stephen a handshake and the older male glances at it then at Robbie's face. Stephen transfers the other cotton candy to his other hand and takes Robbie's hand. Squeezing it very tight until he sees the lad grimace.

"Stephen Strange. I'm the older brother. . . I can’t really say likewise, not until we get a background check on you. Did I mention that our Dad is the Chief of Police? No? Yeah, our Dad is the chief of police."

"Stephen! Stop it." Donna says and tries to pull her brother's painful grip off of Robbie's hand.

Stephen releases and gets dragged aside by Donna, "You’re embarrassing me right now!" 

"Geeze Donna, you're with him?" Stephen sees that Donna opened her mouth but cuts her off, "Don't you dare deny it because I saw how you sucked that dude's face like a leech."

"Ugh! Alright fine, we've been together for a while now, okay? I just didn't tell you and the family because I know you will react this way—but Stephen, Robbie's a good person. He doesn't smoke, doesn't party much, he is studying to be a Social Worker. Has two younger sisters. Two!" 

Stephen sighs heavily and studies his sister's facial expressions intently, "Alright. Then what about (Y/N) huh? Why is she here if your plan was to spend time with your boyfriend?"

"Why not? She's single—" 

Over Donna's shoulders Stephen saw Sebastian tuck a strand of your hair behind your ears, "Hey, hey. That's a no touching zone, ever heard of social distancing?" 

Sebastian holds his palms up innocently, "I didn't do anything." 

"Stephen, will you stop causing a scene?" Donna shuts her eyes and facepalms herself and follows her brother. 

"Yes you did, I saw you. You think you're slick?" 

"Stephen what has gotten into you? He didn't do anything." You chuckle nervously, puzzled as to why he now decides to pick on you after picking on Donna. 

"Are you really defending the guy you met today?" Stephen furrows his brows.

"Yes! You're acting unreasonable!" 

"Unreasonable? I was told to come here against my will to protect both of you and I'm being unreasonable?" 

Donna leans against Robbie and curiously watches the bickering that's beginning to unfold between the two of you. 

"Are they. . .?" Robbie whispers towards Donna and she shrugs. She is completely clueless about what the underlying cause of all of this was. Whatever it was, it seems to have had the two of you arguing like an old married couple.

"There is no one here to protect me from! For all I know I need protection from you! You're acting all weird and it's making me uncomfortable!" You press your lips together and cross your arms.

Stephen scoffs and acts hurt by what you said, "Wow you're literally rubbing salt to my wound right now? Are you a psychopath? How many times have I helped you? Is that how you treat people who are nice to you?"

"Huh! You're the same! Always making me feel embarrassed in front of you, you talk down on me sometimes or–or give me a cold shoulder, you deliberately made a racket when you know I need to focus. You think you were being nice when you did all those things back then?!" You now got up from your seat and stood in front of him. 

"You don't know anything! I did it to help you. . .for your sake!" Stephen steps forward while pointing at you but you hold your ground.

"Well if you really want what is best for me then I want peace, quiet and a break from you! Stop getting in the way when someone shows me the slightest interest! You've not my brother!! So what if I'm here because I want to start dating?! What if I want a boyfriend?"

You and Stephen start talking over each other while the rest of the group observes and seems perplexed by the entire scenario.

"You don't even need one! I thought you already had one?!"

"Oh yeah? Where?! I can't see him! I must be blind! Or is he imaginary?!"

"Yeah you must be blind because he's right here! In front of you! Right now!" Stephen directed an intense look at you while steadily raising the volume of his speech and pointing the finger at himself. Stephen's eyes widened as he became aware that he had just spoken what he was thinking out loud. Stephen's lips twisted with embarrassment or regret again, you weren’t sure.

Donna gaped at Stephen and then covered her mouth. You quickly look away as soon as you feel the blush creep up your neck. You felt the heat of your blush and knew your face must be close to scarlet. 

Is he crazy?! How can he say that in front of people? He's not even my boyfriend!

"N-no. W-wait, I meant boy space friend—I don’t mean boyfriend, I was meant to say guy friend."

“Y-yeah, I heard you the first time,” You clear your throat, and don't bother looking at the people surrounding you, it's too embarrassing, "Excuse me." You mumbled and walked past Stephen. You don't know where you're going to go, all you know is that you need to go somewhere to cool off for a bit. 

"(Y/N)!" Donna calls out as she tries to follow you.

"I'll be fine, Donna. You can stay." You held your arm out to stop her.

"Sorry, I didn't know—" Sebastian began to speak and Stephen shot him a look. 

"I didn't mean it like that! We're not together." Stephen was quick to admit it with a sigh and threw his head back as he looked at you go towards the public bathroom to hide.

"What are you playing at Stephen?" Donna narrows her eyes suspiciously as Stephen. 

"Nothing! I just said it wrong. . ." Stephen firmly replied.

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You were sitting next to Sebastian in the time that was left before the fireworks display, and throughout that time you were simply chatting to each other and getting to know each other better. To our relief, Stephen ran into his pals, the same ones that you met at the club, with the exception of that jerk Gareth. The uncomfortable tension that has been building up between the two of you has only grown worse tonight, and you have no idea how you are going to honour your promise to him when the two of you are avoiding one other in such a manner.

"Are you serious? You really don't want to be a figure skater anymore?" Sebastian asks, slightly pouting at the thought. 

"Yeah. I have dreams outside of skating to be honest." You nodded and he smiled because you sounded certain with your answer.

"You look like you really know what you want to do. I admire that. I struggled a lot before choosing the degree I'm doing now." 

"And do you like your degree now? What is it by the way?" 

Sebastian nods, "I love it, I'm studying to become a vet. You got pets?" 

"Yeah, I have a tuxedo cat. His name is Figaro." You smile to yourself at the thought of your cat.

"Figaro, did you get that from pinocchio? I assume your cat looks like Gepetto's cat then." 

"Yes! Finally someone recognizes where I got the name from." You share a little chuckle with Sebastian. The phone rings in your bag, and when you take it out, you discover that your mother was trying to get in touch with you., "Excuse me Sebastian."

"No, go ahead."

"Hello mom?" You answered in a raspy voice.

"Hey sweetie, sorry did I wake you? just letting you know we'll be home in an hour so you can lock the cat door now."

"O-oh, okay. Drive safely." You hung flipped your phone close and muttered, “I have to go.”

“What? Before the fireworks show?” Sebastian frowned, obviously sad to hear that you had to leave, “I’d love to give you a ride home but the car we took is Robbie’s.” 

“No, it's fine. . . I’ll take the bus,” You flash him a shy smile and turn to call to your friend, “Hey Donna! My Mom just called, I have to go home.” 

“Oh! Then I guess I have to go too, I’ll call Stephen, wait here.” She removed Robbie’s arm off of her shoulder and got up to tell her brother but you pulled her arm to stop her.

“No! It’s fine, I’ll just catch the bus home.” You lightly tighten your grip on her arm and Donna laughs.

“No way, it’s like almost nine o’clock. Stephen! Hey Stephen!” Donna shouts to grab his attention while he hangs out just a few feet away on the other picnic table.

“I’m serious!  You guys stay!” 

“No (Y/N), we came here together, so we’re leaving together.” Donna firmly tells you and rests her hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

“What’s up?” Stephen approaches without making eye contact with you.

“(Y/N) needs to go home, her parents will be home in an hour.” 

“Okay. Why don’t you stay for the show? I’ll come back to pick you up.” Stephen offers a suggestion that Donna might not be able to refuse.

Donna looks at you while she thinks about whether to accept her brother’s offer.

“I’m just going to take the bus. Both of you just stay here.” You repeat yourself for the third time. 

“No you’re not.” Stephen says, shaking his head.

“Who says?” You retort quickly.

“I did, you’re safe with me rather than riding a bus alone.” Stephen hardens his tone of voice before turning his focus back to his sister, “I need to talk to (Y/N) in private, so I’ll just come back to pick you up.” 

No! I don’t think I can be alone with him!

“O-okay then.” Donna slowly nods and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. . . sure. Enjoy the firework show.” You smiled back at Donna and then frowned when Stephen invited you to go.

Legs oddly numb, you forced yourself to walk with Stephen down the long stairs and back towards the car park, wholly aware of Stephen’s gaze tracking your every step. You didn’t need to look to know that he watched. His gaze was always that intense, especially now. Was he waiting for you to address him? 

You wanted to drag out the time where you won’t be alone with him in the privacy of the car but you needed to get home before your parents did. By the time you were halfway through the car park, the fireworks started going off. Such a shame. I wish Mom and Dad could’ve stayed with their friend longer. 

“What are you doing? Sit at the front.” Stephen commanded after catching you trying to enter the back seat. You reluctantly hopped inside and turned your whole body away from him.

Five minutes pass by and Stephen still hasn’t said a word but you could feel him glancing at you from time to time. His gaze flicked over your lower jaw, lingering on the corner of your mouth. Your heart seemed to restart and was now in a race with itself. The air seemed to be sucked from the space, and you felt flushed, as if you’d been sitting out in the sun for too long. 

“So should we address the elephant in the room?” He finally decided to break the silence, “I’m sorry I ki—did what I did. I should’ve known better, if I can take back my actions I would, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Can’t we put this behind us?” 

I’m not uncomfortable that you kissed me, I’m uncomfortable because you keep reminding me that this is one-sided after I told you already that I didn’t mind.

You said no words to Stephen and just kept looking out the window, 

“Alright, then. Good talk.” Stephen sighs heavily and taps the top of the steering wheel. A few seconds later, he reaches to turn on the radio to ease the awkward silence.

Tell me why

Ain't nothin' but a heartache

Tell me why

Ain't nothin' but a mistake

Tell me why

Stephen pokes his tongue against his inner cheek and quietly scoffs, reaching for the dial and changing the radio station until a song becomes clear from the static.

It's undeniable

That we should be together

It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never—

“Fuck sake.” Stephen swore under his breath and punched the power button off. You puff your cheeks to prevent yourself from laughing, though you were feeling like you were in a low mood, you find Stephen’s reaction to the situation rather funny. It alleviated the awkwardness you felt towards him a bit.

After pulling up to your driveway, you quietly unbuckled your seat belt and muttered quietly, “Thanks for bringing me home.” You opened the door and got out without giving Stephen another chance to speak. So, he followed you out.

Stephen smoothly blocked your path, and your heart turned over heavily as your hands tightened into fists. You forced your fingers to relax. The playful light in his eyes had faded. 

Whatever patience he had brought was gone. Brushing past him, you knew you would have to go to the ground. You didn’t make it far. Stephen caught you by the arm, “Can we—” 

Instinct sparked, seizing control. You spun and slapped his hand off of you but didn’t work. The shock flickering over his face almost brought a smile to your lips.

Stephen stalked toward you, his chin lowered. “That wasn’t very nice—You and I have so much to talk about.” 

“We have nothing to talk about,” You snapped, irritated at yourself for finally giving in and responding to him.

“Oh my god, she speaks!” He widened his eyes in false shock and then dipped his chin, causing you to tense. Stephen stared down at you for so long it felt like a small eternity had passed and then he let go of you, stepping back. Cold air blew in between you. 

“I heard you, alright?” You snapped again, now irritated at him for his sarcasm, “Let’s put it behind us, it’s a one time thing that will never happen again. I agree.”

“Then can we stop avoiding each other?” He quickly answers straight after, “I’m not used to it.”

“Give me time to process things because I’ve never been kissed or kissed anyone who doesn’t have feelings for me, so this whole thing is a bit weird. We can talk again when I get over it, I promise.”

Stephen lightly wets his lips and nods, “Oh. . .yeah of course. I guess you better hurry back to your house then. . .we can talk later.” Stephen’s tone changed and slowly backed away, confusion held you in its grip for only a few moments, but then you snapped out of it. Easing away from the spot where you stood, you ran, and even though you didn’t look back, you knew he didn’t take his eyes off you.

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“So. . . you wanted to go visit St. Claire Mountain huh? And you want to be a Doctor?” You began a conversation with Sasha. You were now back at your parent’s house eating take-away after visiting Lindsey in the hospital.

“Yeah. . . I mean I haven’t been there and I looked at images in google and it looks pretty.” Sasha shrugs as she takes a spoonful of her food, “Why not? You told me to tell you when I get an idea of what I want right?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Mom, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Is there a chance that you and Dad can fix your relationship? I just. . . I feel like it’s my fault—”

“Oh honey, no. Do not ever think that! Our decision has nothing to do with you, okay?” You reached her hand and squeezed it tenderly, “Your father and I, we can’t work through our differences anymore, we’re not great communicators and with our busy schedules. . .” You sighed.

“So. . .no? He’s asking how you’ve been coping and I always say I don’t know because you always seem unbothered.” 

“Trust me, sweetie. I might not look like it but I’m feeling a lot more than what I show on the surface.” You admit to Sasha.

“Maybe you shouldn’t bottle it up mom, maybe sometimes it’s a good thing to be honest and say what you really feel.” 

You chuckle softly at your daughter’s wise words, “Hanging out with oldies have begun to rub off on you has it? Since when did you get so mature?” You reached for the crown of her head and ruffled her hair.

“I’m just looking out for my mom.” Sasha smiles shyly.

“Well. . . if you really want to know how I feel then I guess I’ll be honest. I feel a lonely emptiness or just pure ache that loves to take its time, folding over every memory, reminding me of how things used to be—it’s dawned on me that all the things that me and your dad did together, we now have to do alone. I sort of knew that this was going to happen—that he would decide to leave BUT I knew it was never because of our arguments or the fading I love yous. . . it was the way he looked at me, like he was tired and we were never meant to be together.” Your forced smile twitched as you tried to hold yourself back from crying. 

“I just wanted you to know that me and him do not love you less despite us deciding to separate, you’re a blessing that’s been given to us.” You sniffled hard and took a glance towards Sasha who was looking away from you, also holding back her tears after seeing the pained expression on your face, “No matter what, you are our only daughter alright? That fact changes nothing.”

Sasha wipes her cheeks and runs to you for comfort as she finally breaks down in your arms. You hug her tight and bury your face on the crook of her neck while you stroke the back of her head to console her, “It’s going to be fine, I’m here.” 

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George Karizaki: Questions & Theories

Questions:

1. The demon transfer thingy. It's a totally unique concept in this show, never explained. How do you even do that? What was that stamp?! It doesn't seem possible with the info main series has so far.

2. What happened to George's mom? At first I thought she died long before, due to her absence in flashbacks. Wouldn't even mention her, buuut then they showed her in photos, with the same flashback-age George. So, is she alive? Probably not anymore, very low chance. But then when exactly did she die? Or did something entirely different happen...?

( I totally don't have a fanfic level idea that she also went into hiding and is working for foundation X 👀)

3. How come George didn't recognize the weekend base as his childhood home at all? Because he left that place immediately after the fake death? Wasn't old enough to remember?

Plus, his age also doesn't quite make sense, if he's 28 now.... He was 3 when masumi faked death? But the kid in flashbacks definitely looks older than 3, should at least be 5... Well, I guess it's just an actor thing, it's hard to get an actual 3 year old kid to act.

Or who knows, maybe... He did recognize it. Everytime He walked in, he remembered. He wondered how things turn out like this, what's happening now, etc. Maybe he was falling apart all this time, who'd know? he didn't tell anyone, we didn't get to see that, the show isn't focused on that.

4. And where does George live now, why did he have to borrow Igarashi house after fenix skybase collapsed? Sure, he never seemed to leave the base before, maybe even lived on board for the time being, but the sky base couldn't be his only place to live, right? That's a flying thing, he could've lived there if it was at least a ground base with quarters. He has a car alright, as seen in 45-46. Doesn't he have a house on ground? Fenix also has employee quarters, so there's no logical reason for George not having a place. But then if he does, why did he set up lab at ikki's in a hurry, later weekend base... His own house would be easier...

Maybe, cuz distance? He had to stay close to the riders for work efficiency. Hmm, that sounds plausible.

So where was he living during the juuga arc though, I've been wondering where that famous rooftop ( 'famous' only to me for aesthetic shot purpose) is located.... That's not the weekend base right? Or is it? Where was his working lab during ep 46-48?

Birth of chimera shows a much better lab that's certainly different from weekend. And it's probably a former fenix lab, that's what they said, right?

But are we counting the music videos? George was basically sitting in his house there, which in reality was Nori-chan's house, so George's house is same as actor's... So George is Nori-chan for real..... Lol where am I going with this😝🤣

*later Update: looks like the Juuga vs olteca spin off will show George's house, so alright then.

5. Which brings us to this- what's George-kun's full backstory?

Who raised him after Masumi's death, what exactly happened after that? This answer's supposed to be simple, but i have a stinking suspicion that it's not so simple. What if an organisation took him?! Fenix? Akaishi? Was he abused? Well, there doesn't seem to be any sign of abuse... But something is off...

What did George mean when he said "everything (I/we? Went through) is daddy's fault" and "you're not the only one with scars that won't heal" ?  🤔 Just saying in general, maybe as in the whole ordeal? With the igarashis?

or....

Theories:

1. Random theory outta nowhere: what if we see how and why George became a fanboy, particularly this type of fanboy.

With all the confusion of who raised him, let's say a rider tech researcher. if somwhow he actually did watch other riders on a screen, as Footage, (taken with.. mini drones, as for watsonian explanation). Just like a tv show. And in his days of loneliness, these were his only 'friends'. The rays of light in the darkness.

🌚👁️ That would hit too close!!

2. Did George really know about the demons driver secret? At first I totally took him as that type of character so there was no doubt, he lacks morality, everything's an experiment, etc etc. Sure. Buuuut the more I think about this character, take subtle clues from the acting, now I've started having doubts.

He didn't get to know how or why his father got the burns, which was while absorbing Vail in the driver. He did know masumi made it, but wasn't sure of all it's 'hidden power', as stated in ep 24 to Olteca. Akaishi picked up the driver and later gave it to George with some unknown 'strict order' ...... Things are getting sus here.

My idea is what if George didn't know the full details about this driver, but had some suspicions or guesses, just like most things. He always has some idea in the background. That's why he does feel guilty for what happened to Hiromi, but can't fully deny of not knowing. He also has a tendency to appear to be in control.

Also why his excuse sounds lame.

I'm also wondering if all his behaviour while confronting Hiromi during 19-20 were acts....

I hope someone will read this very nitpicky theory session/ rant of mine 😅

Please feel free to suggest your ideas too!