#(once he greeted her btw she completely made herself at home in his house. she took like two bubble baths?? and i couldn't ask her to leave

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Things that happened in my sims game today that ✨just make sense✨

-My sim went on a date with his stalker

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T S A W K S Y U L - sun lilly

Pairing: agedup!Neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

Words: 1k+ (7 min.)

Warnings: fluff, love confessions, mentions of mating, use of y/n, a slight insecure reader, wounds, bit of swearing, sexual thoughts, making out, jealousy

A/N: ok so I don't even know why I made this but I am completely obsessed with Avatar and Neteyam sooo why not write if I enjoy reading it sm? Btw English ain't my first language so there might be some wrongly written words, nevertheless I hope you like it!

Translations:

Oel ngati kameie - I see you

Paywll - water plant (used for medicine)

Maite - my daughter

"Sometimes two souls are matched by Eywa herself."

His grandmother once said, and that was exactly what crossed Neteyam's mind when he first saw you. You were both about 11 and he, alongside his brother were walking towards the healing tent after Lo'ak fell because of a vine.

And there you were, mixing up medicine with your new friend Kiri for the Tsahìk.

"You can't never get away from trouble can you child?"

Lo'ak scratched the back of his neck and sat down waiting for his grandmother to patch him up. Neteyam on the other hand found himself gawking at the new girl, with a tsawksyul resting on her ear, standing right in front of him.

She was beautiful, no, alluring. Everything inside him tingled when she turned her face to hand Mo'at a misture of plants and now Neteyam was wishing he was the one tripping over vine so that he would be cured by whatever was made by the girl's hands.

"Oh brother, this is my new friend Y/N."

Y/N Y/N Y/N, her name rang on his head like a song that never stopped musing.

"Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam." She held 2 of her 4 fingers to her forehead and dropped them, greeting Neteyam in the most unintentionall graceful way.

"Oel ngati kameie, Y/N"

He struggles to breath, the mighty warrior Neteyam was shaking because of a girl?

He knew his siblings noticed his flustered behavior, but he didn't care. He only cared about finding out everything about this Y/N, this behavior seemed to stay untouched for the following 7 years...

"Mama! I'm going to pick up some more paywll for the Tsahìk."

Your voice rang inside the tent you and your family lived. "Okay, maite. Just be safe and do not come home after eclipse, yeah?"

"Yup!"

You say as you walk out of your house, casually jumping to fasten your step. Teníu your ikran seemed to be already waiting for you and you immediately hop on top of him to sore in the beautiful sky, although you enjoyed being a healer sometimes you wished you could just fly across Pandora with no due time.

That was always on your mind but you cared too much for your people, who else would cheer up the young children while healing their swollen bruises, or patch up the hunters?

Well, someone else probably would but you like the fact everyone liked you, even the most sour kids.

While caught up with your own thoughts you fail to notice the na'vi in front of you preparing to make a clean kill on an animal.

"Oh shit-"

You bumped on the boy's back and he missed his target, something unusual for him. Him being no other than Neteyam.

"I am so sorry 'Teyam, I didn't see you- well I did see you but I didn't really mark your presence."

You ramble an apology to your friend and crush, hoping he could endure your stupidity, but the boy was barely listening to you if he was being honest, your voice was now a background sound while he discreetly admired your body and how your skin was glowing from the sun.

"It's all good Y/N, no need to tire yourself, I wasn't even interested in the kill." That was a lie. He actually needed that kill to bring home for lunch, but speaking with you was far more interesting than a meal. Plus, he made a promise to his parents to start courting you at the Hunt festival, not he didn't think to do it since forever but he just didn't have the courage. What if you rejected him and it made things awkward? He couldn't bare being apart from you.

"Oh, good then." You smile and your eyes wondered his body looking for wounds, a habit you seemed to pick up ever since you tasked yourself with healing.

"Come, you have a big cut right here, on your shoulder. I shall patch you up before it gets infected."

"Y/N, there is no need for that I am fine and it's not that big."

You looks at him with your doll like eyes and he immediately knows there is no way he can convince you to not patch him up.

You grab his forearm and he immediately took a deep breath, calming his body, or more so his cock. He did this everytime your hands were on him and he loved and hated when you patched him up because as soon as you were done with it, he knew he had to pleasure himself while thinking the most obscene things about you.

He knew it probably wasn't the right thing to do, and he sometimes felt shame for having these thoughts about you but he couldn't help it.

You arrived back into high camp and dragged the boy to the healers tent, your second home.

You unwrap the paywll you picked up and immediately started working on your favorite patient.

His skin was soft, and his gaze was stuck on you, amazed by your concentrated face. He was always struck by how beautiful and graceful you were, and he knew he wasn't the only one who thought this. In fact, he heard everyday comments from other hunters on your beauty. But they don't know you like he does, they don't deserve you like he does. If he could choose when to take his last breath, it would next to you, just so he could take your devine scent with him.

"Y/N?"

His voice was a whisper now, hell, he could barely hear his own voice now.

"Yes, I'm almost done."

"Y/N, do you like anyone?"

Your freckles glowed and you avoided his eyes at all cost.

"Y-yes of course, I like everyone."

You say, trying desperately to cover up your massive crush on the boy you were healing. He couldn't know, not when he probably already has his mate promised, not when he basically see's you like a another little sister of his.

"Not like that. Like, is there anyone you would like to mate with? We're at the age of finding a mate..."

You felt sadness wash over you now, although you knew what he was saying is true, you didn't want to talk about mating. Not when the one you truly wanted to mate with was far from your reach.

"Maybe..."

The silent was scratching your skin in a very uncomfortable way and you were counting the seconds till you where finished with the cut.

"Who?"

His voice was stern and with a hint of jealousy, but he couldn't control it. You with someone else but him? Never.

Your silence was not helping either, not that he wasn't confident but you always seemed so distant and uncomfortable when he talked about love or mating, perhaps even sad...

"Is it Naran?"

You shake your head still not daring to look at him.

"Heatey?" "No, no Neteyam it's not-"

He grabs your thigh with one hand and your chin with the other forcing eye contact with his eyes, looking desperately for an answer.

"Who is it then?"

He was starting to get close, too close. You could feel his hot breath on your plump lips and his fingers gripping your thigh ever so slightly.

"Neteyam..."

You sigh, it was him you liked. It was him you loved but you weren't able to make yourself say it, not when he's so close and-

His lips connect into yours. It was sweet and perfect just like you imagined, maybe it even surpassed your expectations. You both start moving in sync like you've done this for your whole life but it was only the first time your lips met someone else's.

He licks your bottom lip asking nicely for permission to enter your mouth, now what started as an innocent puppy love first kiss, turned into a heated make out, both craving each other. Not that you didn't want it but you were question if you were doing it right.

After a rough minute you pull away, a string of spit being attached to your swollen lip.

"Say it Y/N. Please..."

He begged with faded eyes.

"You, you are the... I love you 'Teyam"

He absolutely despised when other girls called him Teyam, with their annoying squealing voice. But you... Eywa, you said it in the most pleasing way for a word to be spoken. All he wanted to hear for as long as he met you was just said in the most perfect way.

He kissed you again, wanting to be stuck in your mouth forever.

"I love you Y/N, I love you so much it's arduous to breath when you're not by my side. It hurts to walk when I know that at the end you won't be there greet me. I am madly in love you."

You huff a breathy chuckle not believing your dream has just changed to a reality.

He smiles still holding your heated cheeks.

"I have something for you."

Your ears twitch in curiosity, as he pulls out a neck piece, obviously made with tsawksyul. It was beautiful.

"Wow Neteyam..."

You admire the accessory, stunned by it's beauty.

"Y/N I was originally going to give this to you tomorrow, to ask you to be mate but I cannot wait any longer. When I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a tsawksyul on your hair. It was beautiful, you were beautiful. It became my favorite flower and my favorite material, everytime I see one I think of you, I guess that's why I love them so much, I see them all the time."

He looks down and takes a deep breath like he always wanted to say this, but took himself back everytime.

"I want you to wear this necklace so I don't have to see a tsawksyul to have your image on my mind. I want it to be backwards. I want to think of tsawksyul's when I see you."

Tears were threatening from falling off your eyes as you hug him and feel a grunt coming form him.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I forgot about your cut."

"It's fine, I can handle a cut. What I can't handle is your rejection."

He arched his eyebrow and you giggle softly to yourself.

"I would love to be your mate Ma Neteyam."

Ma Neteyam... He could definitely get used to this. In fact, he wanted to hear that every day.

"I love you."

He says again connection both of your foreheads while cupping your cheeks like he always wanted, like you always wanted.

Is it just me, or does this lowkey slap? 🤭

Anyways I hope you guys liked it! (And lmk if you want a part 2, perhaps with some smut)

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Little Gems

Hi all ... it’s been awhile ... but i just can’t leave Mulder and Scully alone for long ...

Sorry about that ... the kid has a new baking business she’s running out of our kitchen (she’s 16, btw) ... we COVID-quarantine finished our basement ... I rewrote my entire third novel ... I’ve had things to do :)

Love and hug and enjoy ...

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Little Gems

It was the look that made her stumble on her words, stutter through two syllables, hesitate on the third before rallying to pull herself back to the courtroom. Face flaming hot in an instant, she hid her clenched fists below the wooden barrier and carried on, trooper that she was.

His look.

In the middle of her sentence, she’d looked at him, the quickest of glances to see his encouraging lip twitch or the barest of nods … instead, she’d gotten popping jaw muscle, flaring nostril, and furrowed brow. She’d done her stumble because, without thought to present day for half a second, she’d rewound the past two minutes in her head. What the hell had she done to deserve that pointedly angry look?

For the next 43 minutes, she steamed slowly while her demeanor revealed nothing, back to calm, cool, collected, cadence smooth, sentence structure sound. Finally free, she moved past Mulder, dodging the crowd in the hall and slipping through his fingers as he reached for her arm, elbow, to turn her, yell at her for not saying some theory or other of his that would have gotten the case thrown out but allowed Mulder the righteous indignation of his truth.

“Hang on.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

&&&&&&&&

Continuing through the crowd at a pace not meant for five o’clock on a Thursday afternoon near a Metro station, she didn’t care that he’d driven her there. She didn’t care that her ring of keys was in his pocket. She didn’t care that her stomach needed food, her brain needed a drink, her sweet tooth needed several dozen peanut M&Ms. She did care that she had approximately $10 in her pocket, which was more than enough to get her home and she had no room for anymore cares at the moment.

She always knew that house key tucked and forgotten behind her badge would come in handy.

She would be seeing his ass tomorrow and not a moment sooner.

Mulder, on the other hand, stood there watching her storm away. Not quite sure why she was so angry with herself over a few misspoken words but the set of her shoulders and the way she threw out the ‘see you tomorrow’ told him if he did indeed see or talk to her before tomorrow, he’d possibly and probably walk away with one less appendage, be it finger or more important things.

Watching her until she disappeared into the Metro Station, he noted it contained a Blue Line so, knowing she’d get home via either Foggy Bottom or Rosslyn station, he let her go, knowing she had a key behind her badge and her emergency cash behind that.

His mind wouldn’t let it go, however. She’d been good. Damn good. Until her stumble, which, for reasons unknown to him, had made her angry. She had hesitated on two words, taken a quarter second deeper inhale than usual before she gathered and continued. He highly doubted anyone but himself had noticed but given it was Scully, she probably imagined she’d screwed everything up completely.

He chewed on this as he returned to his car, unhurried because, regardless of if he ran or crawled, he’d still be stuck in some kind of traffic between here and there.

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Scully, for her part, hated the crowds in the Metro, disliked strangers pressed this close to her, shuffled together with the unwashed masses of society, tourist and native alike, all collectively tired from their day and frustrated same as she with the swaying train and the endless wait to put on comfortable clothing and take a deep breath.

And it afforded her time to analyze Mulder’s look.

Which is exactly what she did not need at this point in time.

&&&&&&&&&&

Both moved several times during the evening to pick up the phone, find out what the other was thinking but in the end, Mulder fell asleep on his couch, worried about her, and Scully fell asleep on hers, angry at him.

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He honestly thought the next day would be okay. She would have spent the evening picking apart her testimony and should have, logically, arrived at the conclusion that she’d done nothing to hinder anything. He would be telling her that today when she walked in, deciding at 5:42am, while shaving, that a little reassurance would be an appropriate thing.

She walked in still irritated but hiding it … not so very well ... but well enough to return his greeting and nod when he told her she’d done fine the day before and not to sweat the stumble.

Her mug got set no so gently down on the edge of the desk , tea splashing out the sides.

All right.

Plan B.

Waiting until she’d wiped up the carnage of her very own personal DC Tea Party, he handed her her keys from the day before, “come on. We’re taking the day off.”

With a sigh, “we can’t.”

“After your stellar week with Kersh and Skinner, you deserve diamonds and ice cream. Come on.”

Fuck it. It was Friday. Why not follow? God know, she could just as easily be irritated with him outside as she could be in the confines of the basement.

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“Are you kidding?”

“When is the last time you touristed DC? I mean, like, looked around and went to stuff and stared at it and read the little signs and learned something from what you read on those little signs?”

Another sigh, “it’s been awhile.”

“Then come on.” They walked over to the Mall, then Mulder tuned them to the Museum of Natural History.

Seeing the building and the crowd, “Mulder, it’s going to be packed in there.”

“Not where we’re going.” Up the steps, weaving through throngs in shorts and gym shoes, flipflops and sunglasses, they stood out like a tandem sore thumb, leather heels and barely there hose, Trinity tie knot and tartan pattern socks.

They drew more than a few stares. Thank God he’d left his suit jack behind.

Once they’d dropped the donation fee and flashed badges for guns, he led her past the dinosaur bones and then up to the second floor. Even though she wasn’t exactly happy, she had to ask, “um, you realize you passed the T-Rex, right?”

“He’s not going anywhere, Scully. I’ll see him on the way out.”

She hadn’t been to the second floor since, well, she wasn’t even sure what was on the second floor or if she’d ever been there at all, to be honest. Mulder turned her when they got out of the elevator and before she knew it, she was in a quiet area, glass cases surround her, a few people milling but the majority still downstairs with the bones and fossils.

“There’s nothing like the gem room in the morning.”

She fell in love as she took her first good look around. Minerals and elements and crystals along the walls, lights dimmed in spots, a sign for the Hope Diamond beckoning. Looking up at him, “how long has this been here?”

He laughed, quietly of course, because the area felt akin to a church or other place where silence and low murmurs were preferred over screaming children and echoing chaos, “the building, since around 1910, but the contents,” pretending to do some heavy math, using all his fingers and some of hers just for fun, “longer than that.”

Her crank meter dropped like a rock but some remained, “one day I’ll find you funny.”

Taking her elbow and feeling happy she didn’t jerk away from him, he led her towards the wall, “first, I’m going to take you on a tour of the blue section.”

“Are we dispensing with scientific names today? Will it be the green shiny ones and the square yellow ones and the ones that look like table salt but will kill you instantly if you ever tried to put them on a piece of corn on the cob?”

“One day, I’ll find you funny as well.”

They wandered in somewhat comfortable silence, sharing the oft-comment of ‘this one’s pretty’, ‘this one’s three trillion years old’ …

“Three billion, Mulder.”

“Once you get above a couple million, it’s all just really damn old and doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Are you sure you passed your science classes in high school?”

“Cute girls helped me cheat.”

She didn’t doubt it.

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Round about an hour later, while looking intently at the diamonds, Scully finally had to ask, her anger drained away, an empty hole left behind waiting to be filled with some kind of explanation. Standing beside him, hand resting lightly on the edge of the case, she asked in a soft voice, “why did you get angry at me yesterday while I was on the stand?”

What?!

“What?!”

“Right before I humiliated myself by not being able to say the word ‘epiglotal’, I looked at you and you were pissed at me.”

What?!

“God, Scully, no. No. I wasn’t mad at you at all. You were doing great.” He was leaning into her at this point, the intensity radiating off him enough to send world leaders to their knees in fear and her cheeks to warm at his proximity, “I wasn’t mad at you at all, I swear.”

Still quiet, “then what were you mad about?”

Talking at the glass but catching her reflection beside him, he felt like an idiot but didn’t think this was the time to attempt a lie, “um, the little shit paralegal behind me was whispering to his buddy about things he could imagine doing to you if he could get you alone in the closet in the hall for a few minutes.” She stayed silent as he stood there, feeling his stupidity growing in leaps and bounds, until he had to do something. Moving his hand closer, he reached out until he found her pinkie, hooking it with his momentarily, “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I’m sorry I messed things up.”

Sliding her hand out from him a second later, she moved it to his back, running fingers along the indent of his spine, up and down, down and up, stopping to palm his side before letting her arm dangle between them, “it’s okay. I’m just glad you weren’t irritated with me. I should have asked you sooner, I guess, instead of letting things fester in my head.”

Her touch sent his skin buzzing, his hand always on her back, but hers rarely on his, and he knew she felt his quick breath in but both ignored that for now, “just to let you know, I’d have throttled him had we not been sitting in front of that many lawyers and the judge.”

She finally smiled, the left side of her mouth turning up, “I’d have liked to have seen that.”

Going for broke, he moved his hand to her elbow, then slid it down, working his fingers into hers, as he leaned in a second time, a little bit closer, a little bit quieter, “jealousy is an ugly thing, Scully, let me tell you.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Finally, finally, finally meeting his reflection, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

Now warm from head to toe, “since I’ve already showed you the diamonds, how about I go get you that ice cream now?”

“In a few minutes.” Wrapping her free arm around the one holding her hand, she whispered over to him, “I kind of like it here.”

[sebastianshaw]

Someone at one of the boards I write at wanted to know if we had any advice or pointers about RP, and I got to thinking. I’ve been RPing fifteen years so it’s definitely a thing I have thoughts and opinions and tips on. I don’t mean to posit myself as the all-knowing expert whose standards you have to meet, but these are some things I think are genuinely helpful for a RPers to keep in mind no matter how long they’ve been writing. But also, just my opinions! SHARE THE SPOTLIGHT This is the biggest, first and foremost. RP is a two-way street, and I think the bulk of RP sins all trace back to people not understanding this and thinking that their character is the “main” character and everyone else is just an NPC in their story. This takes a ton of variations, with commonly seen ones being insisting that other characters act OOC for their sake (your character should fall in love with mine despite the fact they just met, your character should bully mine so I can be the victim in a hurt/comfort drama even if that’s totally unlike them to do that, your official-head-of-something character should bend the rules for mine because they’re just that special, etc.), needing to be the center of attention (the character who ALWAYS limps into the room having just suffered some terrible tragedy and needing immediate help, the character who always saves the day in such a way that the others weren’t even needed, etc.), or the character whose writer just can’t stop reminding everyone at all times how tragic/beautiful/powerful/helpless/witty/skilled/etc they are. This can go in opposite directions---the helpless character who always needs to be saved vs the all-powerful character who saves the day every time all on their own---but it comes from the same mentality, that their character is the star and everyone must revolve around them. This isn’t to say you can’t have RP arcs that “star” your character and are devoted to their story/development, or that your character can never be the hero, or never need to be saved, or any of that. That’s NOT what I’m saying. I’m talking about the person who does it EVERY time, often to the detriment of the story, derailing the plot, or showing up someone else’s cool moment to get the attention back on their own muse. If you’re gonna do that, just write your own fiction. DON’T DO PASSIVE STARTERS Something I see repeatedly in RP, whether it’s at a board or on Tumblr or on Discord, are starters where the character is just...sitting there. They’re studying in their room, or chilling at a coffee house, or just standing around at a party, or overlooking the ocean from a beachside balcony, or brooding silently in the corner... ...and not making any move to interact with anyone around them. It’s on the shoulders of the person replying to have their character make the first move and find some reason to walk up to them and engage with them. A starter is meant to begin an interaction, so if the second person is starting that interaction, why even bother with the starter you made? Starters where your character is just passively waiting for someone are not usually good starters, and that’s a big reason, in my opinion, why people usually don’t reply to a starter, because they’re stuck looking for a reason WHY their character would just walk up to this person and begin an interaction. My solution to this is, if it’s a planned starter, talk to the person you’re starting it for and try to work something out. For instance, the party starter. Ask them “hey, could it be a costume party?” and ask if their character might be dressed as a character from a show/movie/book that your character really likes---that gives your guy a reason to walk up to theirs and begin a conversation about that thing, and there’s your first post right there! A much more active starter! If it’s an open, it can be a little more difficult, but still doable. For instance, one open I did, I had my girl walk in and speak to whatever person was nearest; she was carrying a basket of Halloween decorations and asking if they’d help her decorate the place. I did not specify who it was, so whoever replied could decide if it was their character or not, but it was “active” in that she gave my partner something to respond and react to, rather than if she had just, say, quietly come in by herself without greeting anyone or doing anything. Obviously this might not work with characters who are shy or antisocial, but if you’re the one who decided to play that kind of character, it’s up to YOU to find ways to get them engaged; it’s not fair to make everyone else do it for you. For instance. Shaw is NOT a friendly person like Laynia, but I had him immediately address another person in one open by creating a situation where he’d have reason to do so, and would be stuck interacting with them. MAKE YOUR CHARACTER REALISTICALLY APPROACHABLE. This often goes hand in hand with passive starters; not only will the character not be engaging anyone around them, they will in fact be in situations giving signals that actively DISCOURAGE engagement. For instance, if someone is sitting in their bedroom, it’s entirely weird for anyone to come in that ISN’T their sibling or roommate. In a Discord college RP, one guy wrote his character going home and walking into his house and had that be an open...no one played any of his family members, so I’m not sure what he expected, that someone from school would just be waiting inside his house? There are also lots of situations where people are around, but realistically are not going to speak to you. Having your character studying in the library, sitting on the subway, or at a table in a restaurant are all common starter types I’ve seen...and all of them are situations where it’s extremely unlikely someone would engage you, unless it was an absolute emergency or they completely lacked any understanding of social norms. And if that’s the case for the character you planned it with, go ahead, you’re good. But if it’s not, or it’s an open, ask yourself---”If someone else made this open, how could my character realistically respond to it?” And if you have a hard time, change things to make it easier for the other player and their muse. This also applies to muses who are hard to approach regardless of the situation. People who are shy, or antisocial, or just for whatever reason do NOT want to engage with others. Those characters are great and I’m not saying not to play them, I play lots of people like that. But you shouldn’t expect other people to have to PRY an interaction out of them, and I see people do that---they write their cool loner or shy wallflower brooding in the corner, and if someone actually DOES walk up and talk to them, the character keeps pushing them away. It relies entirely on the other character just having to be that desperate to talk to them for some reason. And again, some characters will be, like I write a Squirrel Girl at another board who definitely WOULD pull someone out of their corner and into the party...but don’t RELY on other people doing that. Instead, try to find ways to make your character have to be engaged, instead of other people making them. See my Shaw example again. Shaw doesn’t normally like to talk to anyone unless he’s giving an order or has something to gain, but I found a reason he would for him. To use another example, there’s a very grumpy guarded girl that I write at another board, she doesn’t trust people or like them to begin with, and I put her on a subway car, aka one of the examples I gave about places where people realistically aren’t going to talk to you. No one talks to each other on subway cars except mentally ill people or beggars, unless you already know each other. So, how did I make it work? Well, I started the thread with just her and a few other people in the car. One of these people was a large man acting in an extremely threatening manner, pacing the car and muttering hostile things and occasionally shouting at the other passengers. It was in NYC, that shit happens. She kept her head down and ignored it, as most people would do, but when he singled her out and began to get her face, she confronted him back and stood her ground. I got things just to the boiling point, then had the subway doors open to let a new passenger in. Whoever stepped in would be walking immediately into a conflict, in a closed-off situation they couldn’t get out of once the doors shut again, and they would have to react to it in some way. If their character was the type to get involved immediately, great. If their character was the type not to, that’s also fine, because I could have the big scary guy turn his attention to them, basically dragging them into it. Either way, my open created a situation to REACT to, instead of just hoping the other person would do it, and it created a situation where interaction could realistically occur, even though it was in a setting when normally it would not. Btw speaking of that---”my muse bumps into yours on the street/in the hall/etc” is rarely a good idea for this reason. What do you think people normally do when they bump into each other? They say sorry, maybe help the other person pick up something they dropped, and go on their way. It’d be very odd if I bumped into someone and they tried to make an entire conversation out of it. Likewise it’d just be completely bizarre to, say, join someone you DON’T KNOW at their cafe table, etc. You can make these work but, as with the subway situation, you MUST get more creative to make a reason why it would work. “YES, AND” OR “NO, BUT” Okay, you got your interaction started, how do you keep it going? Well, there’s this rule in improv theatre for how to keep a scene going, and it’s that all your responses to your acting partners should be “yes, and” or “no, but” What this means is, whatever reply your character makes, it has to give the other character some hook to continue the interaction. Here are some examples. BAD Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Yes. GOOD Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Yes, and can we grab some pizza on the way? Joe doesn’t just agree to do the thing, he gives Sally something to reply to and keep the conversation going. And he could do this even if he DIDN’T want to go to the skating rink! BAD: Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: No. Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: No, but I was thinking, do you like the aquarium, how about that? Basically, whether he’s responding yes or no, he’s not closing the conversation. Of course, you do not ACTUALLY have to use the phrases “yes, and” or “no, but” just do stuff that will give the other person something to answer. Here are more good examples: Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Yes, I loved skating as a kid, but I haven’t been able to do it in years, so I might make a fool of myself! Promise not to laugh? Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Yeah, that would be great! It’ll be my first time. Do you skate a lot? Can you help me? Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Hell yeah, I’m the skatemaster! Prepare to eat my rink-dust! Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: No, I hurt my ankle last Saturday, it’s a...long story.  Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: No, and listen, Sally? I think you’ve really misinterpreted our relationship. We’re co-workers, and I think that’s what we should stay.  Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: No, I’m sorry, my mom is sick and there’s just...so much shit going on. I don’t know what I’m going to do if this keeps up.  Sally: Do you want to go to the skating rink? Joe: Are you serious?! That’s what you’re thinking of at a time like this?! I can’t believe you! Some of these are positive, negative, angry, happy, sad, competitive, but they all keep the conversation going better than a “closed” response does.

[nineteenninety-six]

Baby Steps

This is connected to 'A Daughter'. I love that fic so much and I wanted to do more for it.

I still haven't got a laptop btw! So ignore any mistakes

Tommy Shelby x Black!Reader

Dad!Tommy Shelby

It took a while for Freya to adjust living in Arrow House with (Y/N) and Tommy.

During the day, she would stick to (Y/N) like glue, never leaving her side and whenever Tommy was at the house, she would hide behind (Y/N)’S legs. The poor girl was afraid of pretty much anyone other than (Y/N) and it hurt to think about what the little girl had endured growing up. (Y/N) wasn’t even sure that Freya trusted her, it was possible that she only clung to her because of their similarities.

She wanted the girl to trust her and Tommy and begin to feel like Arrow House was home but she also didn’t want to pressure her and she had no idea of how she could make the transition easier so all (Y/N) could do was wait patiently and hope for the best.

It wasn’t hard to catch on to the fact that Freya barely slept at night, her room was close to theirs but she was too afraid to go to them so she forced herself to stay awake during the night but she ended up sleeping for most of the day curled up next to (Y/N) in the library.

Once (Y/N) caught on, she put her foot down and decided to sleep in Freya’s room for the next week, on the bed that was way too big for the little girl and she had successfully been able to assure Freya that if there was an issue then she could come to their room.

After that things slowly began to get better and (Y/N) felt like Freya had begun to trust her fully, she engaged her in conversation and gave her small smiles and giggles and in general, much more relaxed.

Her relationship with Tommy was a completely different thing, unfortunately. Tommy rarely outwardly expressed emotion and had a habit of looking moody. (Y/N) couldn't blame Freya for still being distant.

(Y/N) knew she had to speak to Tommy, especially since he was the adult but also because if they had any intention to adopt her, they had to have a good relationship with her.

Freya had found a friend in Cyril and Cyril didn't mind her companionship or the large amount of attention she gave him, in fact, he had gotten into the habit of following her around the house and his new favourite place was at the bottom of Freya’s bed. Curled up and close by as she slept.

Currently, (Y/N) and Freya, along with Cyril, were in the library, entertaining themselves until Tommy returned home from London. (Y/N) used to feel terribly money whenever Tommy went on his trips but now with Freya’s presence, she felt much less lonely.

When he entered the house, (Y/N) jumped into his arms, excited to see after a week while Freya watched from a distance, still not completely comfortable with Tommy. After Tommy and (Y/N) pulled away from their hug and exchanged a few words, Tommy turned to Freya and sent her the warmest smile he was able to produce.

”Hello, Freya” Tommy greeted

”Hello…”

(Y/N) smiled at them, whilst it didn’t seem like it, their relationship had progressed leaps and bounds.

“C’mon, dinner should be ready” (Y/N) told them before she shuffled them into the dining room.

Dinner was a quiet affair until Mary interrupted them, telling them that there was an important phone call for (Y/N), that apparently could not wait and Tommy and Freya watched with worried eyes as (Y/N) left the room. They still looked worried when she returned and (Y/N) was quick to wipe away their fears.

“It’s fine, do not worry.” (Y/N) made her way back to her seat, “I just have to visit my mother tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving?” Freya asked, looking mildly alarmed.

“Only for the day, I’ll be back to tuck you in.” (Y/N) was quick to reassure her, “Tommy will be here during the day as well, so you don’t have to worry.”

Freya looked as if she was going to say something before she snapped her mouth shut and returned her focus back to her food. Tommy and (Y/N) exchanged a look before they themselves returned to their food.

The next morning, Freya clung to (Y/N) as she got ready to leave, this was the most contact that Freya herself had initiated and if the situation wasn’t so sad, (Y/N) would be over the moon at how far Freya progressed.

(Y/N) crouched in front of Freya and gently brushed her thumbs over her cheeks, “I’ll be back soon, I promise”

Freya sadly nodded and (Y/N) pressed a kiss to her cheek before standing up to her full height and gathering her things and leaving the room with Freya tightly gripping her hand.

They met Tommy who was waiting in the foyer and (Y/N) passed the driver her luggage before she gave Tommy a hug.

“Don’t lock yourself up in your office all day, try to interact with her.” (Y/N) advised.

Tommy nodded and gave her a kiss, “I will don’t worry.”

(Y/N) pressed one more kiss to his cheek before she turned to Freya, “Goodbye, sweet girl.”

Freya wrapped her arms around her neck, “Goodbye.”

After one more goodbye, (Y/N) left them.

Freya stood on the steps outside of their house, watching as the car drove and away and once it left eyesight, she still stood on the steps. Tommy watched her and then eyed the dark clouds rolling in, it was going to rain soon.

“Come on, we should head in before it starts to rain.”

Freya turned her head back to face him and nodded before she made her way back into the house. Tommy trailed after her, he didn’t know how to interact with a seven-year-old but he was the adult in the situation so he had to make the first move.

“How about we ask if the cooks could make you some hot chocolate, how do you feel about that?”

Freya looked up at him and nodded with a smile and then skipped after him as he went to the kitchen.

Tommy watched her as she drank her hot chocolate and nibbled on the biscuits the cook added,

“What do you usually do with (Y/N) during the day?”

Freya nodded, “Sometimes we draw or read. I like playing with Cyril as well.”

Freya paused for a moment before she spoke again, “Can we do some drawing?”

Tommy nodded, “If you want to”

They spent the rest of the day drawing and doing whatever Freya wanted and Tommy found that the single day they spent together had improved their relationship far more than the past few weeks put together and he cursed himself for not doing anything sooner.

That night after dinner as they waited for (Y/N) to return, they sat in the library, Tommy reading a book to Freya. The little girl was tucked into his side and listened with rapt attention as Tommy read her the story.

(Y/N) felt as if she could cry when she stepped into the library and saw them together. Freya had quickly become one of the most important people in her life so to see both of them together, meant a lot to her.

“Can I join?”

Both of them looked up in surprise, not realising that she had returned.

“(Y/N)!” Freya jumped up and ran into her arms.

(Y/N) easily swept her up into her arms and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Did you have fun without me today?”

Freya nodded and turned back to exchange a smile with Tommy, “We did. We even made you something!”

Freya wiggles out of (Y/N)’s hold and runs over to pick up a piece of paper before she runs back over to (Y/N) and gives it to her. It was a simple child’s drawing but (Y/N) loved it so much.

“Thank you, this is the best present I’ve ever received.”

Freya beamed at the compliment before she tried to pull her over to where Tommy was sitting on the sofa, “Tommy was reading me a story, join us!”

“What are you reading?”

“Anne of Green Gables” Tommy informed her.

“Sounds good” (Y/N) said as she settled on the other side of Tommy. Snuggling closer as he continued reading from where he left off.

[enchanted--realm]

Heatwave

HMS ff Prompt - Hope Valley Heatwave

I had so much fun writing this. This is the first time I've ever written and completed fanfic for WCTH. I hope you enjoy! It's a Nathan x Elizabeth fic btw

Nathan enters his rowhouse, letting out a breath of relief once in the shade of his home.  Though the rowhouse is becoming hotter and hotter as the day goes on, it's an oasis compared to the oven outside.  A heatwave hit Hope Valley today and Nathan knew it was just the beginning of a long, hot week.

Removing his hat and belt, Nathan steps through to the parlor, and then undoes his serge.  A mountie’s serge is not ideal for hot weather and Nathan has been sweating all day and feigning off the heat that is getting to his head.  Clad in his undershirt, he wipes the sweat from his brow and heads to the kitchen.  Dipping his head in the sink, Nathan pumps the water straight over his head to cool off.  The water glides deliciously over his neck and through his hair, giving him temporary relief from the heat.  He cups his hand and drinks straight from the pump, and then washes his face, not bothering to dry off with a towel.  It's a Saturday and Nathan came home to break for lunch, but the heat took his appetite away.  He opts for some fruit to renew his energy and eats an apple on his way upstairs.  After changing into fresh clothing, Nathan puts on a hat and heads out the back door to grab his toolbox.   Allie is spending the day at the river with her friends to enjoy the water and the shade of the trees, so Nathan figures he’ll use the time alone to fix the porch steps that had gotten loose.  Normally, he wouldn’t be outside hammering away in the heat, but he wants to fix the porch as soon as possible so Allie doesn't hurt herself going up and down the stairs.

Rounding the side of the house to the front, Nathan sets his toolbox on the ground and kneels at the bottom step to get to work.   He can feel the hot sun beating down on his back right away and after a few minutes of working the skin of his arms feel like its burning.   Sweat drips down from his face and onto the wood right in front of him and he wipes his face and neck down with a towel.  He only hopes he can finish the job quickly so he can rest for a bit inside before needing to get back to the mountie office later.

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Sticking her head in the icebox, Elizabeth lets out a sigh of relief.  Hope Valley was hit by a heatwave and it’s been brutally hot all day.  Jack wouldn’t stop crying for the past hour, fussy from the heat, but she managed to put him down for a nap and hoped the weather would make him tired enough to sleep the rest of the day away.  Elizabeth takes a deep breath of the cold air when she hears a faint banging in the distance.  Standing up straight, Elizabeth closes the icebox and walks across the room to her front door.  The noise is consistent, like someone hammering away at something, she thinks.  She wonders who would be doing yard work in this kind of heat.  Opening the door she turns towards the sound of the banging and down the line of rowhouses she sees Nathan crouched down on his porch steps, working away at something.  She smiles to herself, leaning back on the door frame and just watches him for a moment.  Since she and Nathan started courting in the beginning of the summer, Elizabeth has felt the happiest she’s ever been in a long time.  She finally feels like she can move on after Jack and she's ready to do that with Nathan, she thinks.

Going back inside, Elizabeth walks to the kitchen and gets out the strawberry and lemon water she made earlier this morning.  She goes back into the icebox and adds enough ice to fill the pitcher she made.  Then, going next door to Rosemary, she asks if Rosemary can keep watch over Jack for a little bit while she goes to see Nathan.  Rosemary happily obliges and so Elizabeth is off to Nathan’s with her pitcher of water and a full glass ready for Nathan.

As she walks to his rowhouse the banging gets louder.  In the distance she can see the heatwaves rising from the ground and contorting her vision.   The sun bakes her skin and a drop of perspiration skids down her back.  As she approaches Nathan she can see him fitting a new board to the top step of his porch.  He places a nail in the wood and the starts hammering again.  When she gets closer she can see the sweat soaking through the back of his shirt.  His muscles tense with every strike of the hammer, and she tries not to let her eyes linger too long.  Not wanting to sneak up on him while he works, Elizabeth walks around his side so she could be in his line of sight.

Reaching for another nail, Nathan looks up and doubles back when he notices Elizabeth standing in front of him.  He smiles instantly, setting down his hammer and climbing off the stairs to meet her.

“Elizabeth,” he smiles in greeting and takes off his hat.  She smiles brightly at him and it makes his heart light.

“Hi,” she says, holding out a glass of water, “for you.”

He huffs out a breath, taking the cool glass from her hands.  “Thank you.”

He downs the class in one go to her surprise and she pours him another glass which he takes gratefully.  She watches as he sits back on the steps and she follows him, climbing the steps and sitting a couple of steps above him to have her face in the shade.  She sets the pitcher down on the porch and watches him drink the second glass with less desperation.  She looks at the way his neck stretches out and his throat bobs with every pull of water.  Drops of sweat line the perimeter of his face and his hair is dark like he's doused his whole head in water.  She has to admit she likes seeing him in this different state.  When Nathan finishes the drink she takes the cup from his hand and places it beside her.

"Thank you for that," Nathan pants, leaning back on his elbows.

“You’re welcome.”  Elizabeth can't stop smiling at him.  Then looking out at the hazy field ahead of them she huffs out a breath, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead.  “Goodness, it’s hot.”

Nathan groans as he wipes his forearm across his brow.  "It sure is," he agrees.

“Well, what are you doing working in the sun like this?” she asks, leaning back on your hands and looking down at him from the top step.  Nathan’s head falls back to look at her, his blue eyes bright in the light of the sun, taking her breath away.  His left eye squints and it makes her want to laugh a little, and pieces of his wet hair clump together across his forehead, making her want to run her fingers through his hair.  She doesn’t do either.

“The porch step was loose and then the other one was splitting,” Nathan sighs and kicks the new board he was nailing in when she found him, “and I wanted to fix it before Allie got home,” he explains and squints out towards the field.  Elizabeth hums in response and then bids him to come sit up a couple steps so he can get some shade.  He listens and scoots up to sit back beside her, leaning against the porch rail.

Facing Elizabeth this close, he takes in the full sight of her beauty.  The heat makes her skin flush pink and glow with perspiration and he thinks it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.  He smiles to himself.   Just her presence makes him feel more awake and lively despite the heatwave swelling through the town.  She sits with her head resting in her hands and looks at him.  They sit like that for a few minutes before he shifts against the porch rail and it groans against his weight.  Reaching behind him with his arm Nathan feels for the pegs in the railing and catches some that are loose.  He groans internally, another thing to fix.  Elizabeth notices his slight sigh and stands up, touching his shoulder as she passes him.

“You know, I have fixed a few porch rails in my time.” Elizabeth places her hands on the railing, feeling where it needs some tightening.

Nathan gets up then from the steps to stand beside her, just mere inches away.  “I'm sure you're more than capable, but a lady shouldn't have to do that." He looks down at her, smiling that crooked smile she loves.

She smiles back at him, looking up into his blue eyes.  Standing this close she can see the dark ring around his irises, making his eyes pop even more.   He takes an impossible step closer and she gravitates to him naturally.

Despite the heat outside, all Nathan wants is to be closer to her, and feel the warmth of her skin under his hands.  He leans down, and closing the distance between them, captures her lips in a soft kiss.  He cups her cheek in his hand and she leans into him instinctively.  She runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he kisses her more deeply, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.  Kissing Elizabeth is like a cool drink of water in this heatwave.  Pulling apart, they stand with their foreheads touching for a minute, and then Nathan gets back to work fixing the porch while Elizabeth sits and watches him.  She likes watching him fix things, letting herself follow his movements, memorizing the way the muscles in his arms flex and the way his hair falls over his forehead when he leans down.  She blotts him with the towel when he needs it and pours him more water when builds up a thirst.  After another ten minutes he's finished with the steps and the railing, and he and Elizabeth talk for a little while longer before they part ways, him needing to get back to the mountie office, and her needing to get back to little Jack and relieve Rosemary from babysitting.  She kisses him on the cheek goodbye and Nathan follows her with his eyes and watches Elizabeth disappear into the heatwaves until seeing her again tomorrow.

[deathsmallcaps]

July’s Story

My fifteenth Win A Commission contest is Crystal the Wise! If you would like to see my version, and see all my drawings together, please

There once was a gentleman who had quite a daughter. Whatever her teachers gave her to learn, she gobbled up. Foreign languages, geography, so—all were unspeakably easy for her. And mathematics! She could add up columns of figures far better than her father’s accountants could. Before long, she could have taken their place.

When Crystal (for so she was called) grew a bit older, the neighboring children came over to ask her to explain the problems their tutors had set. Soon everyone came to learn from her. In time, word of this reached the king. He wrote to the young woman, saying, “My son is nearly grown, but my daughter has trouble with her lessons, and needs a teacher who could make her understand. Will you come and stay with us for a few months?”

Crystal was delighted to do so. When she arrived at the palace, the king, queen, and princess greeted her warmly. The prince, however, sulked like a little child. He had offered to tutor the princess himself, but the king had said, “You’re too impatient. I have found someone else who can do a better job than you can.”

Over the next few weeks, the prince sat in the back of the classroom and contradicted Crystal whenever she spoke. His interruptions grew more and more frequent. Still, Crystal continued to teach, because she liked the little princess and wanted her to do well. Tired of being ignored, the prince stood up one day and said, “This isn’t how I learned it. Everything you’re teaching my sister is wrong.” Crystal walked right up and slapped him! After that, the prince kept away from her lessons.

When the time came for Crystal to leave, the prince went to his parents.

“I’m grateful for all Crystal taught me, and after all, she’s the cleverest woman in the kingdom. May I have your permission to marry her?” The king and queen eagerly agreed, and Crystal also accepted, figuring it was a good marriage. She hadn’t realized she was worth more. 

After the wedding, the prince took his bride to a secluded cottage deep in the forest. As she was changing into her nightclothes, he came in and said, “Well, Crystal, are you ready to apologize for slapping me?”

“Apologize? I was right to slap you! And I’ll do it again if you keep on about it.” Crystal didn’t enjoy violence but knew when to defend herself.

“Is that so?” the prince snarled. He and a couple servants dragged her down to the cellar, where he thrust her through a trapdoor, into a little cell under the floorboards. There was a bed and a table and almost nothing else. In the morning, he asked her if she’d changed her mind, but she said no. Every day he came down and demanded she repent. Every day she refused, despite knowing her chances of survival were diminishing rapidly in such a dangerous situation. She had tried to run away when he first grabbed her, but even her considerable talents were no match against ten armed men. 

Crystal grew weary of her imprisonment, but there was no way she would apologize. One day, she noticed a corner of her cell was blowing air, due to a spider’s web flying into her face. She blessed the spider for alerting her, tand investigated the hole. There, she discovered a rushing underground stream. She dug a hole big enough to squeeze through, and managed to swim all the way to her father’s house.

Her father was appalled to find out how she’d been treated. “I’ll see the king immediately.”

“Oh, no, don’t,” Crystal said. “Just dig a tunnel into my cell and bring me some decent food, and of course, my books. The prince only lowers bread and water.” And Crystal swam back to her cell with the prince none the wiser.

At last, he grew tired of her refusals and called down, “I’m going to Paris to enjoy myself. I’ll have a servant feed you while I’m having fun.”

“Go ahead,” she called back cheerfully. 

As soon as the prince had left, Crystal bribed the servant to stop lowering bread and water, telling him to lie to the prince should he come back. She ran to her father and, with plenty of money from him, hurried to Paris, formulating a brilliant plan to ruin him forever with her father. There she disguised herself as a girl named ‘Marie’ and bought a house next to her husband’s. 

She then forged a letter to the prince’s parents, explaining that ’Crystal’ had died en route to Paris, and that he was going to mourn for a while. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew this was a dangerous course of action, and very unhealthy emotionally. But she was SO angry.

Then, each day, she drove out in her carriage behind four white horses. Her gown was thick with embroidery, and her fan was trimmed with delicate lace, and she adopted a beautiful Parisian accent. When the prince saw her, he was dazzled by her beauty, though he didn’t recognize her in Parisian fashions. He began courting her, and wedded ‘Marie’ inside a month, never mentioning, of course, that he had another wife back home. Nor did he notice her glittering intellect, and thought her a dumb but lovely creature.  Nine months later, she gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. Since Crystal had learned a bit, she made the prince sign a contract, vowing the children would be his heirs. He signed it, thinking it would be invalid, for she had drawn it up herself and he thought her stupid. He was mistaken. 

Three years passed. Then the prince told her he had been summoned home, but didn’t tell her it was for a new marriage. He didn’t know that this third bride had been set up by Crystal’s father. Feeling bored with his (supposedly) new and beautiful wife, he agreed to return home and decided to leave Crystal and his children behind. 

Returning home, the prince hurried to the cottage but discovered the cell empty. The servant told him Crystal had died of loneliness, so the prince thought he was in the clear. 

His family got him all set up for the wedding, disallowing him to meet his match, claiming superstition. When the day finally came, he said the vows, and everyone cheered. He raised her veil, and saw Crystal grinning triumphantly back at him. His children toddled out from the audience, and he knew he was in trouble.

Stunned to see his triply-wed wife, the prince knelt down before the court and begged her forgiveness. But it turned out, she didn’t have to forgive him. 

Her father produced the contract proclaiming the children as the prince’s heirs and a written account of what had passed by Crystal verified by many sources, including the servant who was supposed to feed her. Disgusted by their son, the King and Queen banished him and stripped him of his personal land, money and title, immediately giving them to Crystal. She and her family promptly lived happily ever after. 

My Notes

Now, you may not have noticed, but this story? Extremely messed up. I mean, this woman is degraded and goes on the biggest revenge plot I’ve ever seen a female character do in a fairy tale. She even has revenge babies! They are going to have a pretty messed up childhood. 

Why did I choose Crystal the Wise? Well, for three reasons. 

One, I heard it on, you guessed it, the Myths and Legends podcast. I really liked his rendition, but I did NOT want to type the whole thing out (I did that with a different story of his that I’m going to give to a different little cousin). I found this version online. And this all happens in the story! Crystal is just that machiavellian, and I applaud her! I kind of wish she didn’t feel like she had to continue having relations with her abuser, or to change herself so completely, but she really hit him with the ol’ one-two, and I like it when people can dole out justice like that. Hopefully she had someone to talk to afterwards? Also its pretty problematic the King and Queen did not realize how much of a little creep they raised to be their heir. 

Two, I realized I hadn’t done a story from South America yet! I realize its definitely a more modern story, with less ties to the Native people of Chile (btw the royal family of Chile isn’t a real thing), but I really liked it. 

Three, I was looking up the Aymara people of Chile for unrelated reasons when I realized I would love to draw the women! I don’t know what the textile industry over there is like, but it must be pretty entrenched in the culture, because they have so many pretty patterns and colors in their everyday wear! Combined with the bowler hats (legend has it that a shipment of bowler hats made it to Chile just when they went out of style, so the haberdashers marketed them to women!) with all the lovely flowers added on, I was excited! So I wanted to draw an Aymara girl. 

Now that I’ve explained that, I’d like to explain my drawings. They weren’t as full of background as some of my other drawings, but trust me, I put a lot of effort into them! I had a kabillion reference pictures.

The title is not based off of any movie logo I’ve seen, for once. Rather, it is based a bit off of the ACDC logo. I was working one day, when someone with that logo on his shirt came up to the register. I was inspired! So I quickly sketched out a sort of geometric, sort of lightning-bolt-esque title in between customers. And I liked it!

The second picture, the slap, was a difficult one for me. It combined an unusual perspective, unusual clothing, and unusual face shapes for me. As you’ve seen with my art, and maybe with your own art, it is often very easy to have a character face you and not interact with another object or person, You can’t really have that happen with a slap. 

This story is supposed to be set in the early 1700s, when Paris was very in vogue. But as I really wanted to draw a modern Aymara woman, I did play little fast and loose with the fashion. There isn’t too many reference pictures for old Chilean fashion. I had to reach a little. Which led me to using a more European style of dress for the Prince. And this is the only time you get to see *Crystal dress in a way that is normal and comfortable to her. This is an important ‘theme’ of the story - sorry to go all English class on you!

*Just remembered that Crystal is not a very Spanish-sounding name. I’ve never found the story outside, even when I try to look it up in Spanish, so some part of me is worried that someone made it up and pretended it was Chilean. Please let me know if you find anything. 

Their faces are different than what I’ve drawn before. As you can see on the prince’s face, he has serious acne. I’m not trying to demonize acne, but I decided that he’s one of those boys who hates getting clean and despite literally everyone telling him so, will not stop touching his face and causing acne. I went through a stubborn phase like that. But I also wanted to show how young and already so privileged the guy is. I really wanted to make him annoying. Crystal also has a bit of acne, to show her youth, but what really makes her face different than my usual fare is the fact she has a mole, never gets to smile of joy in my illustrations, and she is plump. I have a tendency to draw skinny characters I’m trying to get rid of as an artist -  I want to be able to draw everyone, anyone. And i think she turned out quite pretty!

Third picture, the cave, was again sort of a challenge. I wasn’t sure at the beginning how to place Crystal so you could sort of see the hole that leads into her room, while also showing her climbing down and the underground waterways she is going to enter. And as you’ve might’ve seen before, when I draw caves and rocks, all I think of is really ‘geometry’ but in the way the guy in this meme thinks of aliens (look up history channel aliens if you don’t know).

But I guess I did it? As for Crystal, you can tell she’s uncomfortable, she’s skinnier in an unhealthy way and colder than before, her hair isn’t in the customary braids but in a crappy bun to keep it off her face, and her dress is in tatters. Not a happy camper, and understandably so.

Last picture, Crystal’s wedding dress, was sort of hard in a different way, again! I decided early on I wanted to base her dress off of Elizabeth’s wedding dress from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. But I had to draw that while Crystal was holding her two kids on her hips, and smirking. I think I managed it, though. I think it’s interesting to note that the look epitomizes the kind of person she had to emulate while tricking the prince; a meek, european-mimicking little wifey. Totally different than the person she really is, the person she is illustrated to be in the first picture. 

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed that! Another problematic story will be the one for next month! Thanks for reading!

@boopboopboopbadoop​

[myladyofsilver]

This is Constance. She started as a magical girl and ended up as a French painter who uses crutches to walk. Constance - or Connie - is also a Miraculous Ladybug OC because, when I got on my Obsessive Bullshit, didn’t have the motivation to make another OC and I though “Underdeveloped magical girl? Sure, I can use this.”

She actually wasn’t supposed to use a wheelchair or crutches, but I read a fic with a disabled Marinette and I liked the idea so here we are.

She is also a fashion designer, that was there before Miraculous, and is a painter.

She has a harem and I am ashamed. I just really like harem fics lol.

Connie originally had twin tails and brown hair, but I liked the black hair better and wanted it down, though she probably ends up cutting it to her shoulders.

Idk why she’s so pale all my white girls are pale oops

She’s a quarter Chinese and three quarters French.

She has nice arms because of her crutches and pushing her wheelchair,

She’s a little religious, she likes to pray and carries a rosary, a gift from her mother.

Connie smokes, and it’s entirely Death’s Fault.

She’s a little fucked up I guess? She’s a kleptomaniac and (even though she’s technically disabled(?)) is often hired to break into old homes to steal shit. She fakes a panic disorder in canon to have a reason to be missing during Akuma attacks.

Constance has aquaphobia from nearly drowning because her parents were too busy arguing. Constance doesn’t like to speak to men out of fear and can be considered selectively mute and uses sign language.

Speaking of her parents, her mother is dead. Her father is in an asylum/prison for killing her. Her father went insane after her baby sister, Ambre, was a stillborn and he murdered her mother and beat her. She now lives with her older half-sisters Kara, Death, and later Verity. They are a part of a larger universe that I’ll explain in a later post. Her aunt also lives with her, but she doesn’t last long.

Constance also picked up schizophrenia and it is completely her father’s fault.

Constance shows signs of PTSD from watching her mother die and her father’s abuse.

Constance is a descendent of a Guardian that survived Feast, and has passive magic.

Personality- she’s flirty and denies it left and right, even though she flirts with everything that moves. She’s a manipulative asshole who uses tears to get what she wants, but is nowhere near as bad as Lila, and is vengeful, swearing to hunt Hawkmoth down for interrupting her flirting abusing the Miraculous. She’s protective and will not hesitate bitch try me Kagami. Better social skills than Adrien (no high road shit) but is apathetic to other’s feelings and only cares when she befriends them. She sugarcoats things but won’t hesitate to cut to the chase when she’s short on time or is just fed up. While she is manipulative, she does understand that being a bitch and hurting others will get you nowhere in life, and is quick to jump to the aid of her friends. She’s intelligent science and artistically wise, but not so much maths and people wise. Constance is secretive, knows she has to live another day and often doesn’t take risks unless absolutely necessary, and likes touch, holding hands or draping herself over others with their consent. Religious but only really prays because it makes her feel better, she does believe in God but not in Heaven or Hell. She really hates pushy guys and people who touch her without permission. She's really creative and wakes up in the middle of night to start a painting or a sketch.

Constance is taken in by her half-sisters in Eden (country I made, later post) when she is around seven, returns to Paris she is when she is eleven and meets Chloe, and become Lady Dove when she is twelve.

OK ACTUAL PLOT NOW

This happens in the middle of the summer break, and Constance is in Paris for the first time in years. She is twelve and skips a grade.

Constance breaks into an abandoned home for Fiona, a client and later possible SO, to find an old heirloom. Constance breaks in through a window and finds some weird shit (weird spell books in code, diaries) and is seriously creeped out, but Kara didn’t raise no bitch so she keeps going, she’s seen creepier in Eden anyways.

Constance (on her crutches) goes upstairs and finds a room with a shine dedicated to a cameo. She picks it up because hey, it’s free real estate.

The cameo is a Miraculous, The Dove Miraculous of Restoration.

Constance freaks and thinks she’s hallucinating and Meme, the Kwami, snaps her out of it, and explains. Constance transforms into Lady Dove.

It’s a lame name but hey, I like it.

In Origins, Lady Dove only appears in Part Two of Origins, because Constance just doesn’t care and thinks that Ladybug can handle restoring the city and cleansing the Akuma. When Ivan/Stoneheart is at the top of the Eiffel Tower and spits out the mass of butterflies, Ladybug manages to get most of the Akumas and panics when they try to escape and get someone, Lady Dove uses a cleansing spell (learned from the tomes) to get the rest and makes her debut.

Also, in this mess Ladybug can only cleanse the Akuma and not restore the city, Lady Dove does that. Meme didn’t tell her that and only said something after the first Stoneheart.

She steals part of Ladybug’s role lol whoops.

Lady Dove cleanses Ivan’s Akuma, restores the city, and sleeps because that’s the first time she used the restoration spell and she’s fucking tired.

That’s Lady Dove, now to Constance.

Constance joins at the same time as Alya, and is Chloe’s friend. She gets mad at Chloe for being rude and scolds her in front of the whole damn class. Chloe get pissed and Constance gives up and just starts flirting with her to make her shut up. Marinette and Alya still end up with different seats and Constance sits in front in her wheelchair and pouts.

Constance tries to talk down Alya in the library and fails miserably.

Watches the fight on the news but otherwise doesn’t do shit

Meme begins her explanation of Miracle Boxes, potions, unification, and Feast. Meme explains that the runes she had Constance draw all around the house were to hide them as long as they stayed inside.

(Second Day) She gets mad at Adrien but is finds out what happened from Sabrina, but doesn’t say anything, deciding it wasn’t her problem. She sits with Chloe and fakes a panic attack to escape, realizing that Ladybug didn’t get the Akuma and god fucking damnit Alya. Lady Dove debuts.

(Third Day) Constance manipulates Chloe into letting her sit with some else, quoting Sabrina’s and Chloe’s strong friendship and how she wants to make more friends. Honestly probably just says she doesn’t want to sit in the front and gets mad when Chloe tries to get others to move. She sits with Chloe and Sabrina at lunch and occasionally in class when she doesn’t want to sit in her wheelchair or the second row.

Constance asks Alya and Marinette if she can join them in the second row, is accepted because she stood up to Chloe, flirts with Marinette, and probably sleeps through class or just flirts because goddamnit I want this bitch to have a harem.

When Adrien arrives, Constance greets him a little coldly but doesn’t ignore him.

She witnesses the umbrella scene and teases Marinette for falling head over heels with him.

MIRACLE BOX

Later on in the week, Constance's aunt dies in a crash. She receives her first Miracle Box, which is the one Meme belongs to because fuck you.

I want a kwami reunion scene with Constance in the background crying for her aunt but being utterly fascinated with the kwamis and the designs of each Miraculous.

The Eagle Miraculous of that box is missing.

Lady Dove introduces the idea of temporary heroes early on and uses her Miracle Box

BTW Master Fu doesn’t know Lady Dove’s identity and disapproves of Lady Dove handing out the Miraculouses out already and not hiding them from Hawkmoth, who might target them.

SKILLS

-Shitty manipulation

-Creation of high-quality paintings and articles of clothing she designs

-High flexibility and reflexes, and high upper-body strength

-Able to wield several Miraculouses at once due to high mental resistance

-Several spells to enhance the Miraculous

-A cleansing spell that can be used to cleanse a mass Akuma

-Can speak French, choppy English, Eden’s language, and learning Mandarin/Chinese and Japanese

STUFF I’M ADDING

She has four friends from Eden- Eshaal, Caitlyn, Himari, and Rowen. They’re not a part of the harem but run the Constance Protection Squad. They come in later one at a time – expect Himari and Rowen, they’re dating and refuse to be separated. Eshaal’s parents are diplomates, Caitlyn’s mother is a war photographer who takes pictures of Akuma attacks and her father is dead, Himari’s mother is a chef and her father a financial analyst, and Rowen’s mother is a painter and his father a general who was sent in to monitor the Akuma situation.

Eshaal is a pop star, Caitlyn is a photographer, Himari is a dancer, and Rowen is an actor. Caitlyn is a workaholic and likes to gossip, and Eshaal is a ball of sunshine and dramatic. Rowen is insecure but very flashy and unbelievably dramatic, and Himari is an introvert but not afraid to be dramatic or cause a scene.

I’ll do a post on them later because I’m still trying to figure out what they look like.

I’m also adding Edward and Thomas DeLeon, twins who join probably after Origins. Thomas is a jealous bastard and is aiming to work in business, while Edward is a musician and shy. Thomas falls in love with Constance and is like Chat Noir but worse with his flirting and declarations of love. He gets Akumatised later and gets beat down. Edward also get Akumatised because his song is stolen.

Thomas finds the Eagle Miraculous and becomes a hero, name pending.

Why Constance has a harem: Her passive magic has something to do with love and naturally draws people to her. This is only amplified when she finds the Dove Miraculous, whose side effects include making people easily drawn to her for one reason or another. So, she’s a walking love magnet :D

OTHER THINGS

She totally sets the classroom on fire to scare off Lila

- “Are you insane?!” “Schizophrenic, actually.”

Forgive the spelling and grammer I’m tired.

[koganphrancis]

Camless Episode 5

All The Writers Of This Show Are Shit

We had us a brand new writer this week and all we got was the same old same old: OOC, Retconing, and Repeats of Old Story Beats.

I’ll attempt a recap, but this episode really sucked the will out of me.

(gif credit: gallavichlovies)

I’m not going to do my usual character by character recap because frankly some really awful shit went down this week that I’m just going to refer to and not go into in depth.  Plus, so much of the episode was tedious repeats of shit the writer had JUST TRIED to say.  

We had both Debbie and Ian go knocking on the wrong doors for advice. We had two endless Lip scenes where all that was happening was he was running and riding a motorcycle.  Maybe next week he can paint a fence and we can all watch as the paint dries. Liam is sexually molested (off screen, but still) by another child who had been sexually molested. Carl and Frank both get slapped around in sexually-adjacent situations just as the show is once again trying to drive home what’s unacceptable for men to do to women-hey, Shameless, that goes for what’s unacceptable for women to do to men, women to do to other women, and men to do to other men as well.  They tried to make “going Fiona” a thing-twice.   There were at least four scenes where Frank tried to get an erection. There were endless retcons (more on those to come).  

My notes are all over the place and the show’s such a shit pile I can’t even begin to make a smooth narrative out of them, so here’s a list of my observations, saving the Ian shit for last.

Debbie had a running thread through a big part of the episode where she’s literally bored to the point of falling asleep listening to Alex-that is exactly how I feel about their relationship/the Debbie thinks she might be gay storyline.  Also, if anyone cares, Debs has completely dropped her equal rights/equal pay fight.  She doesn’t even seem to go to work anymore. Later, Debbie goes to visit the lesbians in Fiona’s building (rather than, I don’t know, talking to Vee about her experiences with Svetlana, since that seems maybe more in line with feelings Debbie is experiencing?) and the scene was clearly written in lieu of Shameless ever showing sex scenes anymore.  

The blond lesbian, Mel, exposes herself to Debbie in the doorway of her apartment (but sadly for the Netflix fans, her back is to the camera), without establishing if Debbie is not a minor, and then she kisses her in a sloppy slo-mo saliva string sharing close up.  Debbie is supposedly stunned stupid by this, but the whole “you like what you like and you don’t have to justify your sexual orientation to anyone” message falls flat.  Debbie has ALWAYS been starved for attention, and she misreads any attention she gets from anyone of any sex.  Since Matty she’s always equated someone trying to be interested in her as being interested in her sexually.  And that kiss wasn’t sexual at all-it too was a form of molestation-it wasn’t asked for or consented to.  This show is shit.  

Carl meets a young woman at a West Point mixer, the daughter of the scary military officer who is throwing the party.  Hello, we’ve done this already with Dom and her scary cop dad.  Yawn.  Carl films them not having sex after she passes out drunk so he can prove he didn’t molest/rape her, should it ever come in question.  At first the young woman is mad (and jumps on him and starts slapping him around, just like Katey Sagal will do in a scene with Frank), but then later she returns Carl’s phone and says she saw he didn’t film them having sex, but there is a recording on there of him having sex with someone else.  He says that’s Kassidi, his ex, but fails to let Kelly (the new chick) know she’s dead and he’s an accessory to her murder.  And how fucking creepy is it that Carl’s kept sex with his dead ex on his phone?  Is that something he’s still watching?  Does he get off to it?  This show is shit.

Kev and Vee get stuck with Frank in a few scenes, foreshadowing the boring seasons to come, should the show get renewed (why are they still sitting on announcing that, btw?).  There’s a subplot for Kev where he’s going to speak at a women’s rally in his new-found position of Vagina Safe consultant, but he wisely bows out when he hears the real hell women face on a regular basis.  Why this show is trying to be socially conscious this late in the game I’ll never know.  Especially since they’ll keep pulling their bullshit and defend it with “it’s Shameless!” like they’ve always done in the past.  This show is shit.

There’s the weekly Fiona/Bored disagreements-this time they’re about little things like music preferences and whether or not Fiona should care about her brother going to prison for up to two decades.  Bored winds up singing along to a song to Fiona at the end-it should’ve been Gus Pfender’s Fuck You, Fiona and they could’ve had a cute discussion about Gus being Fi’s ex-husband.  This show is shit.

Now Ian.  Sigh.  Nothing makes sense.  Everything’s either a lie or a retcon and we the audience still don’t know which.  At breakfast he’s telling the family his plea options, and when Liam questions temporary insanity, Ian rattles off, “Bipolar, off my meds.”  So is Ian saying that’s just the definition of the defense he could use, or is he saying “I was off my meds”????  WHY won’t the show give us any answers?  There were two significant scenes in Season 8 where he staunchly said he was taking his meds and that he (rightly) was entitled to feel emotions and be angry at times.  Are we supposed to think that right about then is when he stopped taking them and then Gay Jesus happened?  But if that was the case, why did he stop taking his meds, and now how long has he been off them-or did he start taking them again and now they’re working after being off them for all the GJ stuff PLUS when he was in jail for 9 months?  IF he was off his meds for any amount of time but especially a long amount of time (pretty sure an argument could be made he’d been off them since leaving Mickey/Monica dying/stalking boring Terror, blowing that old couple for money), why did his manic phase seem so different than when he was back from the army?  Can the show try to explain anything?  

Ian and Fiona and Geneva all go to the lawyer’s office-why?  There IS such a thing as client-attorney privilege and the lawyer, at least, would ask them to wait outside once the screaming began if not sooner.  But oh well.  Ian finally says, “Does anyone want to hear what my lawyer has to say?”  Me at home: YES!!!  Lawyer starts to talk, “I know this judge-he’s under...” Geneva starts yelling again and what gets lost in her bullshit is that later on, the judge is not a he?  

Outside Fi asks Ian, “Are all lesbians that dramatic?”  I asked last week, I’m asking again: Is Geneva a lesbian?  Is this just another retcon?  Her initial interactions with Ian seemed like she was crushing on him, that she wanted him, and there’s been nothing about her being a lesbian in canon.  I know it’s not important, but the lack of attention to detail on this show contributes mightily to its shittiness.

Suddenly Ian has a question, and he can think of only one place to get an answer (even though Liam was able to Google “what is cocktail attire?” and get an answer in seconds.  Ian should’ve asked him to look up his question as well).  

Ian goes to the Milkovich house and it’s so fucking OOC I don’t even want to think about it.  For whatever reason, Ian politely says, “Hi, Mr. Milkovich,” when Terry answers the door-why would he even bother?  Terry’s not big on manners, for one thing, and for another, the last time Ian saw Terry he was flipping him off as he was being carted back to prison.  Don’t think Terry’s going to be warmed over by a polite greeting.  Anyway, Ian asks him about being in the pen, and Terry says there’s ass and mouth rapings that Ian would probably enjoy, shitty food, and beat downs from the guards.  Ian asks if Terry was mouth raped (I think he specified that, I didn’t put it in my notes) and Terry indignantly says that Milkoviches don’t “bottom”.  Ian says, “Was Mickey adopted?” and I can’t tell if he was trying to piss Terry off or if he was genuinely curious, but as a joke it didn’t work-Ian knows (or the old Ian did, anyway) better than anyone that Mickey was absolutely nothing like Terry, in any way, not just in sexual preferences.  Another OOC comment to just make the viewer weep thinking about the old days.  Also, having Terry know, let alone USE, the term bottom was also OOC in the extreme.  He might as well have said, “All Milkoviches are cishet.”  It would’ve been just as believable.  

But back to the scene.  Ian says, “Rapings, food, guards-I can handle that shit.  I just need to know...” Terry interrupts him.  “Anyone can handle that shit.  (Again, me at home: Really?)  It’s the boredom that’ll kill ya...Start reading books, lifting weights...”  (Mickey already told him that about juvie AND prison-how dense is Ian that he never got it?)  “But you’re in the same place, with the same assholes, doing the same shit, every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every god damn year.  If I was you I’d pack my shit and run.”  

Ian’s face while he’s running down all the segments of time seems to look like Terry’s getting through to him.  And Terry telling him to take off is actually the best advice Ian winds up getting-in the long run Terry seems to care about keeping Ian out of prison more than his own family.  Terry easily could’ve slammed the door in Ian’s face and ignored him.  Does that mean I forgive Terry at all for everything he did to Mickey, Mandy, and Ian-not to mention his other sons and Svetlana?  FUCK NO.  But how telling is it that this show is now so bad that a villainous piece of shit like Terry is the one character we are listening to and agreeing with?  

One last thing about Terry-he just got out, but he knows Mickey’s in Mexico?  How?  I’m hoping this is a set up for Ian being able to find Mickey next week (or at the end of the season if we have to wait that fucking long), but this show doesn’t do continuity anymore, so I’m sure there’s no logical explanation for Terry knowing that fact.  

Fi goes to the Gallagher house looking for Ian and finds an empty box of hair dye, and a towel stained with hair dye, and that Ian’s drawers are empty.  I also noticed that his pillow was gone-did he pack that up too?  If so, I’m hoping it’s because he and Mickey shared it and he wanted to keep some part of Mick with him always, but we know this show ain’t about that anymore.  Anyway, Fi goes and tells Lip she thinks Ian skipped bail and they have to go find him.  Lip says no, Ian’s an adult.  This conversation also just took place with Debbie-or takes place right after, the show was so boring I couldn’t keep the repeated scenes straight if you put a gun to my head.  

WHY are the siblings so uncaring about Ian going to prison-or getting caught as a fugitive and spending even more time there?  WHY is everyone so stupid about whether prison is “bad” or not, especially for their apple cheeked, puppy-eyed brother who is dealing with mental illness?  Who may or may not be off his meds at any given time?  Ian couldn’t even handle VISITING Mickey in prison, why does he suddenly think he could do a stretch of multiple years if not decades?  All those years stealing cable and watching bootleg DVDs, did none of the Gallaghers ever watch Oz?  In a prior season it was established that Lip has read so much he was able to determine a Louis Vuitton purse was authentic by the stitching and the lettering-he’s never read about prisons and how they affect young men that are in them for a period of time?  “Hardened criminal” is a phrase he’s never come across?  Lip doesn’t realize how hard Ian’s future as a convicted felon will be when he gets out?  Trying to find a job (especially one with medical benefits), a place to live, all that stuff?  This show is shit.

There’s a meaningless shot of Ian at the train station (we don’t even get to know where he was planning to run to-as if we didn’t know-show us he’s at least headed south, you bastards!) and then there’s a scene where Lip comes home in the dark to find Ian at the kitchen table eating ice cream right out of the Edy’s carton.  (They don’t show us the flavor-it looked like it might be chocolate chip?  I didn’t see any chunks of cookie dough or anything.  Again, this is only important because everything else is so boring that actually knowing what kind of ice cream Ian likes would be interesting in comparison.)  

I guess the ice cream is sort of a metaphor?  Ian’s last sweet taste of freedom?  Or maybe I’m reading too much into it and they just came up with something for the brothers to share and it couldn’t be beer-because of Lip, not because of Ian’s meds because god knows they never cared about that, plus we STILL don’t know if he’s just magically back on them-if he is, how is he paying for them?  Anyway, after Lip’s earlier attitude about Ian being an “adult” and not caring all that much about him ever, he doesn’t deserve ice cream!  Here’s a snippet of their dialogue: 

Lip: So you didn’t run. Ian: Oh no-I ran.  I just...ran back.  (well, at least that’s in character since he ran away to the army and came back, and ran away with Monica and came back, and the fucking Mexican border, but I’m not happy about that fact)

They start listing the things Ian will miss if he’s gone for the next ten years.  Debbie may be married to a woman (I would think her being divorced is more likely, but whatever, I won’t be around to watch it either, I’m gone as soon as Ian’s back with Mickey), Carl will be a war criminal, Liam will be the father of a ten year old, Frank, dead.  Ian asks Lip, “You?”  “Still in AA, if I haven’t drunk myself to death.”  Ian says, “Do me a favor?  Don’t.”  IAN CARES MORE ABOUT LIP THAN LIP CARES ABOUT IAN.  Always has, always will.  “Lip deserves to get out of the ghetto.”  But Lip’s fine with Ian going off to prison because of the whole Gay Jesus thing that he never even began to try to understand or help Ian find a way out of.  This show is shit.

Next there’s a scene of Ian in a suit, dressed for court and talking to his Bible that’s on his bed (still no pillow-weird).  He’s asking Shim to talk to him one last time, maybe give him a hint what he should do.  His voice is soft and pleading and he’s almost in tears and all I can think is he needs Mickey to talk things out with.  Lip comes to the door and says something like they’re all downstairs, it’s time or whatever.  Ian gives the Bible one last look and seems to do a little wink-did he hear something from Shim?  Would it kill this show to let us in on some things?  This show is shit.

His plea hearing was so factually inaccurate it hurt.  His lawyer doesn’t say anything, and when asked what he pleads Ian launches into his entire defense.  And the judge lets him.  OMGJ.  

Again I’m pretty sure I’m witnessing a retcon when Ian says “A young man was being forced against his will into a van to be taken to a conversion camp.”  Um, as I recall (and I won’t rewatch the episodes to get all the exact details, they were too stupid), a young runaway came to the Church of Gay Jesus and claimed his parents were trying to make him get conversion therapy and they were giving him drugs so he couldn’t get erections because they didn’t like the fact that he was gay, but when Ian talked to the dad he said the kid ran away on his own because he suffered from mental illness, was off his meds, and was living on the street and prostituting himself.  As I recall the dad/parents didn’t say anything about conversion, they just wanted him home.  Maybe the dad sought help from the guys in the van because there was no other way to get the kid home-none of this has been established for the court, if nothing else!  This show is shit.

Ian gives a speech in a voice like wimpy Jeremiah trying to convince everyone Jerome was the bad one and it was just lame.  He claims his family loved him unconditionally-since when?  They only gave him crap about being with Mickey, or ignored him.  And then when he became “like Monica” there were definitely conditions on loving him-mainly that he be on his meds.  Right up to this episode they were all going around saying it’s time to let him go-they didn’t love him enough to want to keep him at the house and try to help him!  

Anyway, he then states in open court he was off his meds and in a manic state when he torched the van.  Then he looks back at Fiona and starts to give a tiny smile right before the credits.  Was he lying to get a lighter sentence and he’s smiling because he got away with it?  Or does he look to her like that because he knows she’ll be proud of him for finally telling the truth even if it disappoints/ruins the GJ movement (that is so implausible as a concept it makes my head ache)?  

By next week the show will be in another writer’s hands and I’ll never get the answer to that question either, I bet.  IF this means the-fucking finally-end to the GJ storyline, I’ll have to be happy enough with that. 

In conclusion let me say that once again the only “great” thing about the episode was ZERO mention of Terror!  

But the rest of the show was shit. 

[kitanoko]

`30 years too early

todomomo week day 3: Future. What happens when Aizawa introduces a random boy named Kazu to them, asking for them to help him get back home?

genre: comedy/fluff -On a seemingly normal day, todoroki and momo went to school prepared for their weekly math quiz. Math wasn’t todoroki’s best subject, but after Momo’s help the day before, he was slightly more reassured that he’d be able to get an A on this, perhaps even an A+. But right before their first class started, Todoroki over hears Momo and Jirou discussing about some ‘stalker’

-”Who’s stalking you, Yaoyorozu.” Todoroki didn’t even hide the fact that he was eavesdropping. “Is it …” He nodded his head towards Mineta with a glare, and Momo shook her head. She then told him some boy, around their age, had been following her to the dorms.

-That’s really strange seeing how UA’s security system should be top notch? Unless this kid was also a student?

-So after school, Todoroki, Momo and Jirou walk back to the dorms together. He needed to confront whoever this creepo was. Oddly enough, the stalker didn’t show up that day, and Todoroki was left a little disappointed.

-Aizawa called Todoroki and Momo to the office the next day during lunch and Momo had an eerie feeling that something was up. She had sensed sensei eyeing the two of them once in awhile during class AND he would be randomly chuckling too sometimes. What the heck was going on?

-”Maybe I failed the math quiz,” Todoroki suggested, hands in his pockets while walking down the hall beside Momo, “I can’t think of anything else.”

“But why would Aizawa sensei call me too? And no way would Todoroki-san fail that quiz! I have faith!” 

Momo raised her arm enthusiastically to illustrate her point and Todo grinned.

-The big reveal sat in his office when the two had arrived…

“That’s the person who’s been following me…” Momo said and Todoroki scrutinized the kid who sat beside Aizawa stiffly.

Aizawa was attempting to stay loyal to keeping the secret but his comical expression betrayed him. Then the teacher broke into full on laughter. Todoroki raised a brow.

“Sorry, just that I’m so happy for you two,” Their teacher said.

Even more confusion.

The boy shuffled in his seat and opened his mouth to speak, eyeing Todoroki and Momo like they had something he wanted.

“Gramps please.”

“God, I’m still not used to you calling me that,” Aizawa said, “Guys, this is Kazu. And no, before you ask, this is not my grandson. Not really anyway.”

Todoroki and Momo nodded to him and mumbled a greeting.

“Well? Fully introduce yourself.” 

Aizawa had that damn smirk again and Kazu seemed less uncomfortable now, standing to approach them. Todoroki was getting extremely impatient.

“If this isn’t important, I want to get back to having lunch.” Todoroki shifted closer to the door and Aizawa stopped him.

“Hey, don’t you want to talk to your son?”

Todoroki exchanged glances with Momo. Is this some early April Fools prank?

“What son?” Momo darted her gaze from Todoroki back to Aizawa and then to Kazu. 

“Your son. Both of you,” Kazu finally spoke, his voice was deep, “My full name is Todoroki Kazu. My father is the hero Shouto, and well, my mom is Creati.” 

-BTW Kazu has full short, black hair, blue eyes, and a perky nose like Momo

-”What? What the hell?!” Momo said and she mumbled an apology to her mother because Yaoyorozus don’t swear.

Aizawa’s rolling over seeing Todoroki’s jaw slack. It’s rare to see the great Todoroki acting ‘uncool’

-Kazu began to explain that ‘apparently’ some friend of his sent him back in time? With his quirk? And the only way for him to return to his own time is if he fulfills his purpose of coming back…which was…?

Ah screw this. This was friggin’ crazy. Nothing was entering Todoroki and Momo’s brain in coherent sentences. How can they believe this. Heck for all they know, this could be some random kid making this stuff up.

But if it’s true then Kazu’s friend needs to be friggin’ locked up for being so OP.

After Aizawa stood back up from lying on the floor in his worm suit (and he finally stopped laughing) Kazu took out his phone and showed them a family picture of them. Todoroki, appearing way taller than now, with his 5-o-clock shadow, an arm slung around an older (and even more beautiful) Momo. The latter had both of her arms around Kazu, who was holding a giant wrapped present, and she had shoulder length hair as well. The bright grin that graced her lips was shiny with lipgloss. This family picture looked really natural, and the background seemed to be at someone’s house, presumably their own. 

-Okay so during this Phase of Awkwardness, Todoroki and Momo went from standing next to each other to standing FAR from each other. Momo gulped for the third time. The only thing in her mind was:

Their SON flew back from the FUTURE. THEIR son. THEIR SON. SON. THEIR. TODOROKI-SAN AND I. US. SON. WHAT. DOES…DOES THAT MEAN TODOROKI-SAN AND I GET MARRIED? I CAN’T…I CAN’T TAKE THIS

-Todoroki of course was crossing his arms, still in complete denial, super weirded out but trying not to show that on his face, and just studied Kazu with eyes that could drill a hold through his head. 

Kazu returned a gaze just as stern.

Perhaps this WAS his son. 

-Aizawa then explained that he caught Kazu snooping around and given the anomaly that their security system was picking up, he had to confront him. Aizawa suggested Kazu stay here in one of the guest houses with little to no contact with the outside world in case it changes things in the future (ok don’t think too much about details ‘cas time skipping crap is annoying and I’m not a physicist). 

“So how do we help you get back home,” Todoroki started, “Assuming you’re speaking the truth.”

“Dad you’ve never changed. I wonder why Mom loves you so much sometimes given your emotionless facade.”

Todoroki grunted. Seeing Momo’s look of disapproval, Kazu quickly straightened and cleared his throat.

“So I would like you to help me take a picture of Uncle Izuku’s room? Just the posters. My friend needs it. That’s my purpose here since my friend can’t send herself back to the past.”

Aizawa nodded his head a few times interested at the turn of events. 

“Is your friend…related to Midoriya-san?” Momo asked but Kazu pinches his fingers together and does a zipping motion across his mouth.

“I shouldn’t say more than I have to. As Gramps said, it’d change things.”

- After knowing how to help Kazu, their teacher ordered Todoroki and Momo to head back to class now that lunch break was almost over. How was their homeroom teacher expecting them to act after knowing this? Momo avoided Todoroki’s gaze and ran up the hallway herself.

Like her, Todoroki had so many questions. For example, when did Yaoyorozu and him get married? How did they even reach that stage? Does Kazu have siblings…meaning did they have more children? Is he the top hero or is Midoriya or is someone else? Do they have contact with Bakugou or Mineta? Where’s his mother? Where’s Endeavor? Does Fuyumi have a family of her own too? And how about Midoriya…does he marry Uraraka like most people predicted?

So many questions.

But the biggest question really was …what the heck is Kazu’s quirk?

-Of course that night Todoroki and Momo didn’t sleep well. Momo found Todoroki sitting on the couch at the lobby and she reluctantly joined him. He scooched over and let Momo sit beside him with her mug of hot tea (decaf) in hand. They discuss all the things that were swirling in their heads and figured tomorrow would be a good time to ask Midoriya about his posters. 

“What do you think our-” Todoroki paused and continued, sensing Momo’s heated gaze, “son’s quirk is?” 

“I don’t know, maybe fire like yours? He did seem to have a fiery look in his eyes.” 

“I actually think it might be forging things, like you.”

“Huh. Really?”

“Yeah, its a great quirk, I’d hope Kazu has that.”

They both stop to laugh and yes this was totally ludicrous, and seeing how Kazu’s around their age, calling him their son seemed to be awfully funny. Heck, getting used to the idea of both of them being parents together was already absurd enough.

-Midoriya allowed them to take pics of his merchandise with Momo making the excuse of “Todoroki-san and I both want to study All Might’s history and his rise to fame so thank you for letting us take pics of your collection!” 

‘Course Kazu only wanted the posters so they gonna forward only those pics to him. Just didn’t seem as suspicious if they took pics of everything.

Midoriya assured them that there was no way they could find some of the limited edition merch anymore and both of them just nodded wearily. 

-Okay so after Momo sent Kazu the pics. Momo’s like “Well, I think you need to at least give us a reason why your friend needs these?” And then Kazu sighed. 

“Fine, she wanted to find a replica or something of one of these posters ‘cas her dad lost it. That’s all.”

Momo smiled. Her dad must be Midoriya then.

(The three of them are in an alley somewhere btw. Looking suspicious LOL)

Todoroki then goes “And…one more thing. What’s your quirk?”

“Oh, that’s simple, its ice creation.” 

“Isn’t that just making ice like me then?”

“Nope, its a fusion of you and mom’s quirks. Why don’t I demonstrate since no one’s around anyway.”

Kazu opened his palm.

Todoroki and Momo focused on it. They blink.

All of a sudden, a dog figure made completely of ice appeared out of his skin and the dog started to move and sit and play dead and all that. 

“That’s beautiful.” Todoroki said. He’s very proud. “It’s a very impressive quirk, just like yours, Yaoyorozu.”

Momo blushed at the compliment and Kazu smirked after melting the dog within his finger tips. 

“I guess you’re pretty cool too when you’re young, Dad. And of course Mom is as patient as she always will be. Any time now,” Kazu said, “I’ll go poof and be gone back to my own time. year 2048.”

Momo patted his head affectionately. It’s sorta sad how she met him for such a short amount of time (but Kazu reassured her that there are many years to come where they will spend lots of time together).

 There’s a connection between them, there really is no doubt about it. She sent Todoroki a knowing smile and he took a deep breath.

30 years later, they’ll have a son named Kazu. Who knew.

Bonus: 

thanks for reading my weird fanfic/headcanon thing!

- so the friend of Kazu is actually the child of Midoriya, the mom…I don’t know :P

 -Kazu was able to get through UA security despite it showing an anomaly is ‘cas Kazu is gonna be a UA student 30 years later and they use a security system with the same foundation just updated of course

-Kazu’s stats are pretty much like Momo’s 

-Kazu’s name means ‘peace’! 

-Yes, Kazu has siblings ;)

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VIGILANTE - THREE

SUMMARY: Alia is struggling to deal with the fact that she died and woke up with powers. To add to her problems, she’s put into a situation where she has to use them.

WORDS: 3,787

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WE MET WHEN WE WERE KIDS. It wasn’t because we’d met in a way that was so spectacularly one-of-a-kind that I remember it to this day, no. To be honest, it was really mundane. Despite that, I still can’t explain what it is that makes me so fond of the particular memory of meeting Peter. My sister, Rosa, and I had just been enrolled into yet another school after being forced into moving cities for what felt like the millionth time due to my mom’s demanding job.

The wind howled as the students arrived through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends were greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while my sister and I stood separately from the crowd, preparing ourselves to interact with the other kids. We attempted to carry ourselves with a sense of confidence – something we’d learned from switching schools over and over had a habit of attracting the other kids’ attention. Soon enough, my extroverted sister had become friends with half the class and she dragged me along with her to meet them, too. Soon after that, it didn’t take me long to make some new friends. When the bell that signalled recess rung, some of them pulled my sister and I towards the playground and we didn’t hesitate to follow them there, despite the freezing temperature.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a boy with a snow-bitten nose and shy eyes sitting on a bench with his hands folded in his lap as his legs swung back and forth underneath him. He watched the children playing and having fun, but he made no effort to join them due to his lack of confidence. Before I knew it, I had made my way towards him. My hand was outstretched towards him, inviting him to play with me.

“Hey, I don’t really know anyone here that well, and you seem kinda cool, so I was wondering if you wanted to join my sister and I?”

The rest of the day is mostly just a blur to me, but one thing that’s still very clear in my head to this day is the warmth radiating off of him despite the frigid temperature. After that, Peter, Rosa, and I were the bests of friends and we did everything together. Somewhere along the way, we met Ned and he joined our little gang, too. However, our friendship didn’t last as long as the four of us hoped. Naturally, Rosa and I’s friendship is still the same due to the fact that we’re sisters and unfortunately, we have to live in the same house together, but our relationship with Peter and Ned started to become strained in grade ten.

We had been put in different classes that year and my sister, being the social butterfly she’d always been, had not found it difficult to make new friends and she ended up dragging me along with her, yet again – similar to the day I met Peter. Of course, Rosa and I tried to keep contact with each them, but Peter and Ned seemed to be distancing themselves from the both of us. Their shyness and scholastic interests made them social outcasts and, on top of that, their hushed whispers and the secrets they were not-so-subtly keeping from us didn’t help to mend what was left of our slowly withering friendship. So by the end of the tenth grade, we stopped talking all together. Of course, if I ever saw either of them in the halls of school, I’d wave to them and be met with a shy smile in return.

The last interaction I had had with Peter was almost six months ago when he picked up a pencil that I had accidentally dropped onto the ground for me – until the events of two days ago, when my science teacher (who is a rat) had assigned him as my tutor.

And that’s how we got to the position we’re in right now – me, sitting directly across from Peter in his room with my worksheets and notes sprawled haphazardly across his desk still attempting to understand the basic anatomy of the cell. I tried to ignore the dull throbbing in the back of my head and focus on the words coming from Peter’s mouth but my mind kept wandering off elsewhere, something I’d noticed I’d been doing more and more often.

“-and that’s why it forms a phospholipid bilayer.” He paused his explanation to scan my face to see if I understood any of what he’s just explained. Peter jutted out his tongue, licking his lips and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on them for a second. If he noticed, he didn’t do anything to let me know that he did. Peter clenched his jaw before sighing in defeat, falling back onto his black chair. “Were you even listening to anything I just said?”

Embarrassment flooded over me as I shook my head. Peter sat up, his hands moving to collect the papers so he could explain the concepts to me yet again. “Sorry,” I mumbled so quietly I could barely hear it myself, while my cheeks flushed a burning red. He looks so cute I can’t focus. I thought to myself. A familiar feeling had begun to gnaw at my stomach, though I was unsure whether it was caused by the awkwardness of the situation or something else. I felt the goose bumps form on my skin and the temperature in the room waver. My eyes widened for a millisecond before I regained my composure, remembering that I wasn’t alone and that Peter probably felt it too. I quickly made the decision to ignore it and pretend that the temperature fluctuation in the room wasn’t caused by me – not that he’d ever suspect that it was, though. Why would his first thought be that you made his room cold, dumbass? He probably thinks it’s just the window open.

“No, no, no!” Peter rushed out. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, or anything! We just have to go over the concepts one more time, that’s a-” His rambling was cut short when his phone rang.  While he quickly pulled it out from under the pile of papers cluttered on top of his desk, I had a chance to think about our current situation. This is the first time Peter and I had had a proper conversation in what felt like ten million years and it was about biology (ew). I pretended to look over the notes while he said something about needing a second to text Ned, who I assumed was the one who called him. I couldn’t lie, it felt good to be spending time with Peter like this, even if we were forced into it by my teacher (again, a rat.) In the back of my mind, I hoped that eventually we would be able to move past just being a tutor and a student, and go back to the friendship we once had, but if he was still keeping secrets like he used to, I knew it was unlikely.

Soon, we decided that I was done learning for the day and that it was probably best for me to get home so that my mom’s wouldn’t yell at me for coming home late. Peter helped me pack up my things and together, we made our way out of his room and towards the door. On our way there, we were interrupted by an older feminine voice that I recognized belonged to Aunt May.

“Peter, can you d- oh.” She paused, noticing me. It took her a moment to collect herself and when she did, she made her way towards me. “Alia! I haven’t seen you here in a while!” she continued, grinning while she held me tightly in her arms - well as best as she could with her hands full with her papers, keys and some glass tupperware. Peter stood behind us, watching the interaction with a nervous smile on his face. I stood on my toes to hug her back, my height making it difficult for me to return her affection.

“God, I know!” I mumbled into her shoulder before I pulled away.

“So I take it Peter finally told you he’s-” Aunt May started but before she could continue, Peter cut her off by abruptly clearing his throat. Peter not-so-subtly sent her a look that said ‘shut up!’ and Aunt May looked confused for a second before her eyes widened in understanding and she coughed, trying to cover up what she had begun to say.

Told me what? I thought this whole tutoring thing could finally be a chance to give our friendship another try, but it turns out he’s still keeping secrets.

“Told me what?” I voiced my thoughts out loud.

“Nothing! Told you nothing!” He blurted before May could say anything else. I tried my best to conceal the look of hurt that threatened to reveal itself on my face. Of course, I had no actual reason to be hurt over the fact that he was hiding things from me, seeing as we weren’t actual friends - this was the first time we’d actually spoken in six months, for god’s sake! However, some part of me still hoped that Peter hadn’t completely forgotten about the friendship we once had.

Peter’s lips pursed into a thin line and he opened his mouth to say something before closing it again, probably realizing that nothing that he could possibly say would help to diffuse the situation. Damn, this got awkward fast.

“Well, it was nice seeing you two again,” I started. “But I should probably go.” I finished, now looking at the ground awkwardly. May hugged me one last time, saying something about how I should come over again soon. Once she let me go, she looked between Peter and I before saying something along the lines of 'You two probably have some things to talk about, so I’ll leave you to it.’

Peter and I awkwardly stood there for what felt like ten years but was probably only thirty seconds. I opened my mouth to say something - anything - that would relieve the tension that seemed to be so thick I could choke on it, but I was saved by my phone ringing.

Mom told me to pick u up. Wyd at Peter’s house anyways?

Rosa - 9:17 PM

I’m outside btw. Hurry up.

Rosa - 9:17 PM

“That would be my ride,” I said, looking back up at Peter. He nodded, leading me towards the door of the apartment complex. I turned to leave, but he caught my wrist in his, preventing me from doing so. My heart leapt in my chest and I turned to look at his face, which, might I add, was looking as perfect as ever in the soft lighting.

“Wait. I, um-” He paused to clear his throat. “I had fun today.”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. God, has he always been this adorable?

“Me too. Well, as much fun as someone can have studying bio,” I stated, having already forgotten anything Peter taught me. Peter leaned against the doorway with a cute smile adorning his features. Being around Peter made my mind go blank. What was I supposed to do now? Run away? Hug him? Without thinking, I stuck my hand out for a handshake. He gave me a look.

“A handshake? Really, Alia?” Peter questioned. Before I even realized what was happening, he pulled my hand forward, causing my body to tumble into his chest. I stayed there for a minute in shock. A million thoughts swarmed through my head. Oh my god we’re hugging. Where did this confidence come from? And when did Peter get abs? Blushing furiously, I pulled away, but not before noticing the fact that Peter was wincing.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I inquired. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second but he quickly recomposed himself before shaking his head.

“Are you sure?” I pried further.

“It’s nothing to worry about. Flash just elbowed my ribs during gym while we were playing dodgeball.” With the mention of Flash’s name, anger surged within me.

“Nothing to worry about? Peter, you look like you’re about to cry. Let me have a look.” I may not be a doctor, but I was taking sportsmed this semester and I was basically an expert, if I do say so myself. Peter laughed me off, even though it looked like he was in immense pain. How had I not noticed earlier?

He cleared his throat before responding, “No, really, it’s not a big deal. I’m fine.” I searched his face for any sign of him lying to me.

“Alright,” I answered hesitantly, not fully accepting his answer. “But if Flash does anything to hurt you again, come to me, okay? I’ll fight him for you.” I continued. He laughed, a sound so beautiful that it caused my stomach to flip.

“You don’t need to fight him for me, Alia.” I nodded, trying not to let it show that the way he said my name affected me a lot.

“Yeah, I know. But he pisses me off and I’ll do anything for a chance to punch that piece of shit.”  He laughed again, making my stomach do flips for the millionth time that night. Before I could reply, my phone dinged again.

I’ve been waiting for ten yeaaaars can u hurry thot

Rosa - 9:21 PM

“Sorry Peter, Rosa’s been waiting outside for a while and I don’t want to have to put up with her bitching once I get to the car,” I readjusted my school bag that was slipping off my shoulder. “Talk to you at school?” I asked without even realizing. Obviously Peter didn’t want to be seen with me at school, what was I thinking? “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that - I know we’re not best friends or anything, it was just instinc-” he cut me off.

“Of course.” Peter stated with a smile which, obviously, spread to my face too.

Getting into Rosa’s car, I sighed and threw my spine-crushing bag into the back seat. Rosa sat in the driver’s seat, her arm lazily resting a top the wheel. She stared at me expectantly while I sat in the passenger’s seat confused. “So?” She asked. When I gave her a look that said 'What?’ she decided to continue. “What were you doing at Peter’s house?”

“Studying,” I shrugged. I knew how much Rosa disapproved of Peter and Ned after they’d completely separated themselves from us last year. It seemed like she hadn’t taken them distancing themselves from us nearly as personally as I had. She had no problem making new friends and moving on, while I still thought of them once in a while. Don’t get me wrong, of course I was hurt, but it’s not like I was gonna mope for the rest of my life.

“Just studying?” she gave me a look. “Then why are you blushing?” Rosa questioned, immediately causing my hands to cover my cheeks before fumbling out an excuse.

“I’m not! The walk from the building was just really hot and my cheeks got red!” I wasn’t lying, It really was scorching outside.

“See, now I know you’re lying.” I gave her a confused look. “Alia, it’s negative five outside.” She said while starting up the car. No way in hell it is, I thought to myself. It’s so hot outside that I didn’t even need a jacket. Looking out the window, I started to notice the frost slowly forming on the glass. Oh god, not this again.

“Alia, you don’t have to lie to me.” Rosa started. She shivered, moving to turn up the heat in the car before noticing that it was already the highest it could be. “Is the heater broken? It just got really cold really fast.” She wondered out loud before glancing at me, noticing that I wasn’t freezing like her. “You don’t feel that?” I, however, was too busy worrying about the thick fog that was starting to form from my palms. Goosebumps rose on my arms and I tried my best to calm down while hiding the fog from Rosa. Thankfully, I didn’t have to reply, since Rosa kept going.

“Anyways, don’t you think it’s a little weird Peter’s trying to be your best friend? After him and Ned practically ghosted us last year?” Rosa raised her brow, her tone becoming more bitchy as she continued. “What if him and Ned are secretly scheming something?”

“Rosa, it’s not that deep. All we did was study together. And only because he was forced to by my bio teacher, might I add. And you know Peter’s not like that,” I argued.

“Isn’t he though?” She spoke, her frustration getting the better of her and her words coming out harsher and louder than she probably meant for them to. “Did one study session with him already make you forget about what they did to us last year? What they did to you?” I knew she was right, but I didn’t want to listen. I really didn’t want to be in this car with her anymore. To add to my problems, every breath I took was now visible as cold puffs and the frost on the windows had spread to the windshield, hardening into a thick layer of ice. I really had to get out of this car before she realized the temperature was dropping more rapidly than physically possible.

“Pull over.” I stated, my voice as hard and cold as the ice I had managed to create that Rosa had yet to notice.

“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me, Alia. It’s so cold my balls are freezing off, there’s no way I’m going to let you walk alone in the streets of Queen’s all alone just because you’re stubborn.” She scoffed.

“I’m not asking for permission.” The words coming from my mouth didn’t feel like they were coming from me. They seemed foreign. Never had I ever felt this much anger in my life - it felt like any little thing could make me snap. Why was I reacting like this? Over something this small? But it was too late to back down now and Rosa’s expression had only proved it. She clenched her jaw and her hands, which had to be freezing because of my impact on the weather, were gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. She gave me a long, hard look before pulling over.

“If you die, it’s not my fault.” I rolled my eyes before grabbing my bag from the back seat. Been there, done that. I thought to myself.

Almost immediately after my departure from her car, I could see the ice on her windows melting. My stomach twisted now that I had a moment to really think about what just happened. What was wrong with me and why was I being so irrational? Rosa’s car sped away and I pulled out my phone, checking how far I was from my house. Three whole ass miles. Great.

Already regretting my decision, I begrudgingly began the walk home. Not even five minutes into my walk, I could see the silhouette of a big, bulky man with another standing tall with another figure on their knees in front of him, doing what I could only assume was the nasty. Ugh. Only in Queen’s. I thought to myself. Unfortunately, the only other path to my house was blocked off due to construction, so this was the only path available. Maybe if I walked quickly, I could spare my innocence. Now I was really regretting getting out of the car.

I tried my best to walk past the couple quickly, but upon a closer inspection, I could see that the figure on their knees was being held at gunpoint and they weren’t doing the nasty like I had previously assumed. For a second I was relieved that they weren’t doing you-know-what, but not before the reality of the situation settled in. What was I supposed to do in a situation like this? My heart was pounding in my ears and it seemed to be the only thing i could focus on. My stomach twisted and turned and a familiar feeling settled in the pit of it. The feeling spread from my stomach to my hands and suddenly what I needed to do became clear to me. Obviously, I had to help him.

My hands shakily unlocked my phone and I tried to dial 911, but before I could, my phone died. Great timing. If I survive this, I’m suing Apple.

Looking down at my hands, I noticed a dense fog gathering like it had before in the car with Rosa. Except this time, it was different. This time, it felt like it was trying to lead me. I couldn’t be scared of these new found powers anymore. There was a man in front of me who was literally about to die and I had no other option but to at least try to help him. I focused on my hands, attempting to do something, anything, that would help to save the man on his knees in front of me.

From the distance I was standing at, I could vaguely hear him sobbing for his life, making my heart clench even more. The man holding the gun had his back turned towards me. The adrenaline rush helped me concentrate on my hands and I felt a spark fly through me. I could feel some kind of energy gathering my hand and it felt like it was only a few moments away from exploding. I aimed my hands towards the gun in my hand and shut my eyes tightly. The tension gathering in my hand reached its peak and I opened my eyes when I heard a bang!

I was too late and because of me, a man was dead.

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Mr. Gray and Mr. Wise:Prologue(Pennywise/ Robert Gray x Reader)

This is the prologue based on this fic idea I had and am surprisingly writing. This Robert Gray character is inspired by @coulsart ’s version of him(because I’m in love with him and there’s nothing y'all can do about it).Idk when I will update the next part, but enjoy this for now!(Btw, this is my own interpretation of the True Pennywise AU and not @my-gunpowder 's)

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Derry 1901

“Nice show today Bobby!”

“Yeah! You had the children cheering a lot more today!”

“And the mothers,haha!”

“Oh guys, come on…I’m not that good of a performer! I’m just a simple, ol clown."A ginger haired male exclaimed as he lifted his hands up almost in defense with a nervous chuckle right before one of his co workers slapped his back and made him flinch.

"Don’t be too humble about yourself Bob, we all know how much everybody loves ya! And how much some men around here envy you because you actually make their women laugh!”

“Ah, yes…I’m not too fond of that fact…"the young man named Robert and called Bob or Bobby  stated as he scratched the back of his head. "Partially the reason why I fear walking home alone,haha…”

“Aww, does Bobby want a big boy to walk him home?”

“Raul, stop it…come on. I’m a grown 23 year old man.”

“Raul leave the boy alone.” A woman called out from behind, and the two males turned their heads whilst the others walked away.

“But mama, it’s fun playing with little Bobby.”

“He may be a youngster, but let me tell you that compared to you he’s no little man.”

Raul slightly rolled his eyes, remembering how despite the age between him and his ‘friend’, there was no denying that Robert was far taller than he was.

“I know, I know…but he’s afraid that some goop’s gonna bash his head while his wife swoons over his cute little clown cheeks!”

Robert shook his head as Raul’s mother let out a chuckle, the old woman understanding the constant struggles her adopted son experienced due to his small town job as the popular clown loved by every child: Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

“Mama, I swear I can go-”

“Bob, honey. There is no reason for you to beg, you’re old enough to work and get paid, so you’re old enough to go home. Now go already before the tent is overrun with angry men.”

Robert smiled and nodded before leaning down to plant a quick kiss on his mother’s cheek before he turned and dashed out of the tent he hid in to remove his costume and makeup.

“Mama I think I shou- OW!”

“Shut your mouth already Raul, you’re not always going to be there for Robert.”

Elsewhere, Robert had stopped his running to now stroll along the noisy streets of his beloved, little Old Derry. His lanky arms swung at his sides as they were concealed inside a baggy old shirt handed down to him by his brother, along with the large overalls he was currently wearing.

“Good afternoon Robert!”

“Back to you, Mr. Smith!”

“Hey there Bob!”

“Hiya!”

Robert waved at every person who greeted, surprised yet glad that he wasn’t being chased down by some mother, single or not. He took a loud sniff and felt his smile turn into a grin when the scent of chocolate hit his nostrils. The man stopped walking to close his eyes and sniff the air, finding the source to his right where he found one of his mother’s male friends making some of the delicious treat. Bobby licked his lips before he sneaked over to the building and entered, not realizing that the man had originally planned this.

“Hey there Bobby! How are you doing on this mighty fine day?”

“Oh quite well Mr. Hershel, thought my day was bettered once I smelled whatever it is you’re brewing up!”

“Ah, I see you smelled my chocolate, eh?"Robert happily nodded and peered at the pot the man stirred a spoon in. "You know, the recipe has been in my family for some time and whoever joins the family gets to learn it!”

“I do believe you’ve mentioned that quite the few times sir."the ginger man smiled, finally realizing where this was going. "Um, and how much was a single bar again?”

“Five cents my boy, but for you, it’s on the house.”

“Really-”

“If you take my daughter out to a nice little picnic.”

Robert froze in his spot with a blank expression before his nervous smile crept up as he reached into his overalls’ pocket.

“I’ll just pay you your five cents…"he whispered before handing him the amount and quickly exiting the shoppe with his new treat. He made sure to walk as far away from the building as he could before continuing his calm and normal pace from before, unwrapping his candy to take a small bite and hum in satisfaction. Though once again, his temporary state of harmony was interrupted when he felt a small tug on his clothed leg. He glanced down and noticed a little boy who smiled and waved at him, knowing that his idol stood before him.

"Hey there kiddo! You lost your way?"he asked as he wrapped up his chocolate and placed it inside his front pocket.

"No, my mother wanted me to run over to you so that she cou-”

“Jamie!Oh, Jamie! I thought I lost you!"and cue one of the usual, flirtatious mothers that could not keep herself away from the young clown. "Bobby! I see you’ve found my baby, how could I ever repay you?”

“Haha, there’s no need of repayment Mrs. Johnson-”

“Oh Bobby please, call me-”

“Mrs. Johnson, I really must get going. My mother is waiting for me at home with dinner, so please excuse me.”

And before the woman was able to speak another word, he cleared his throat and smiled politely before waving at the child who waved back, and walked away. Once Robert turned a corner and was completely out of sight, he scurried away so that the woman was not able to reach him , or any women in fact.

He paused his running to press his back against a wall and take a breath, worried that turning any way would have him face another woman who would ask about his newest upcoming routine, or compliment him on his skills with children, or ask about his relationship status or ask why he had no children, especially a wife.

But soon enough, Robert has his thoughts interrupted when he heard music and laughter near his current location. Out of curiosity and a bit of worry, the male slowly dragged his body along the wall until he reached the end and flipped over so that his chest was place on it instead. In a slow and steady pace, he planted his long fingers on the edge of the building he hid behind before he nervously poked his head out to check out the source of sounds, and to make sure that there would be no familiar women that constantly poked at him.

Rather than having his worrisome thoughts be true, his blue eyes widened when they caught sight of a large crowd of people huddled in a circle that danced around another circle, and another: every single one of the circles cheering loudly whilst surrounding something in the center.

With curiosity filling him, Robert squinted his eyes before climbing onto one of the ladders on the side of the building to catch a better view of whatever it is the people danced around. Despite the higher he climbed, he could still not see what was creating such a joyful ruckus, so he shrugged and decided to take the risk and walk a little bit closer.

He hopped off of the ladder and followed the group before hiding himself behind a tree, thanking his thin figure for once because of its ability to easily hide behind almost anything. Robert peeked his head out again and sighed for a moment when the sea of people expanded and allowed much more access to spot the center, but it still was not enough. The young man stepped out from behind the tree and neared a pile of bushes which he crouched down behind of and soon enough, he felt his eyes widen when they landed on rosy red cheeks and a pearly white smile that released melodic giggles.

“Who…who is that?"he asked himself, never realizing that somebody crept up behind him and watched Robert’s expression somehow fall into a goofy one that could only be seen when he wore his makeup and performed for his young fans.

His eyes caught sight of a girl that he had never seen before, a girl who danced as if nobody watched her whilst everybody circled around her. Robert felt his eyelids slightly drop so that they were now half lidded as they continued to stare at the girl who held onto her dress with one hand and had the other swaying in the air along to the music.

"That, would be Old Man Gordon’s daughter."he heard behind him before he slightly jumped in surprised and snapped his head behind him, seeing Raul squat next to him as he chuckled. "They just moved here, and everybody’s pretty glad to see 'em here. Especially since her daddy brings good business!”

Robert rolled his eyes before he glanced them back to the girl and noticed that a man approached her with a serious face before he clearly told her to stop whatever it was she was doing, but she smiled at him before grabbing his hands and swinging them around so that he could join her dance. It brought surprise to Robert when the man gave into her and began to follow her lead and laughed along with the girl, then realizing that it was her father who was quite different from the ones he usually encountered in Derry: strict and no fun.

“Hey Raul, care to give me some details about this new family?” Robert asked, never taking his eyes off of the girl who smiled a smile full of a amount of saccharine that beat his chocolate bar any day and had locks that he wanted to entangle his fingers in. Her skin looked ever so smooth and her face…god her face made his heart thump like a woodpecker on a tree.

“Sure thing buddy, that man right there is her big daddy who moved here after remarrying, since his little girl’s mother died because of a disease or somethin’. From what I heard, the doll’s 19 and ready to have her hand asked for, though  I’ve also heard she’s just like you.”

“How so?”

“She’s had and got a plenty of suitors right behind her, but she ain’t gonna give in to them that easy.”

“A girl like that? Of course she’d have the hounds following after her like pups.”

“Take’s one to know one Bobby.”

“Shut it Raul…"he demanded with his rarely seen serious face that now matched the red cheeks he painted on every day, then shaking his head to glance at the girl who pranced around with her father who danced like a young man and not one of his age. "What…what even is her name?

"Oh, her name,right…if I heard correctly, I do believe it’s…”

[shadow-natural-blog]

This is the first chapter of a Shadowhunters fic I’m working on with @eminem-owns-my-asshole. It’s centered around an OC with background Malec and Saphael.  We have some interesting plans for this so I hope you enjoy it and let me know your thoughts! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: language, a whole lot of foreshadowing

(btw all of the dialogue is supposed to be in French since they’re in France. Just thought I should clarify <3)

Paris, France, 1924

She walked down the brick road with her head down.  The street was crowded, full of little shops and men selling useless trinkets made for those with money flowing from their pockets.  The street was bombarded with people, dressed in clothing she couldn’t even imagine owning, crowding around the men waving little dolls in the air and peering through the windows of shops.  She pulled her mother’s dirty, old coat tighter around herself and fidgeted with her gloves as a cold breeze hit the back of her neck.  She didn’t belong here.

Her stomach growled at her for the tenth time today and it was only noon.  She sighed and picked the cheapest looking shop around her and walked in.  The warmth and the smell greeted her immediately.  The aroma was heavenly and her stomach growled once again.  There were rickety looking wooden tables and chairs along the right wall and a counter along the left.  The shop was bare of any decorations except the dripping candles hanging along the walls, dimly lighting up the room.  The only patron in the entire shop was a young asian man sitting alone at one of the tables clutching a cup of tea.  He wore a withdrawn expression, staring into the murky liquid in his cup.

Suddenly a tall, dark-haired bearded man appeared behind the counter. “Bonjour, ma’am how can I help you?” he greeted in French.

She startled out of her thoughts and walked up to the counter.  “Bonjour, how much is a sandwich?”

“Two francs.”

That was a lot more than she wanted to spend, but she hadn’t eaten in days and she knew she wasn’t going to find anything cheaper around here.

She sighed and pulled her mother’s old change purse out of her coat pocket. She picked out two francs and reluctantly handed them to the man.

“Merci,” he said with a smile, taking the money and pocketing it.  He handed her a wrapped sandwich and walked back into the small room behind the counter.  She quickly sat down at the table next to the asian man, set the change purse down and unwrapped the sandwich.  She took a small bite, trying to savor what little she had, she had no idea when she would be able to eat next.  It tasted fine, but it certainly wasn’t worth two francs.  She set down the sandwich in exchange for picking up her mother’s change purse.  She took the money out carefully, glancing up to see if the man at the table over was watching her, but he was still staring into his cup.  She counted the coins even though she had done so just before she left home.  Maybe if she counted them enough times the amount would grow.  Seventy-one.  That was barely anything, but it was all she could find.  She had no clue what she was going to do when it ran out.

She pushed the thought away and focused on the sandwich in front of her.  She looked over at the man next to her once again to find him, for the first time since she walked into the shop, looking up from his cup.  He was staring right at her and it made her skin crawl.  She smiled politely at him and set the sandwich down.  “Bonjour,” she said, silently hoping he would stop burning holes through her soul with his gaze.  

He seemed surprised that she was speaking to him.  “Wait, you can see me?” he asked incredulously.  

She looked at him like he was an idiot.  “Uh… well, yes, of course.” Merde, this man is insane! she thought.

His surprised expression faded into one of smug satisfaction.  “It’s always nice to meet a fellow warlock.  What’s your name?”

“You’re insane, what are you talking about?” she said, completely confused.

“Hmm, you must be a new one.  My name is Magnus Bane and I am a warlock and so are you.”

“Okay, I’ve had a long few days and I don’t have the energy to endure this nonsense,” she said getting up from her seat.

“No, wait!  I can prove it, I swear,” he said jumping up out of his seat and walking over to her.  

“Fine,” she said crossing her arms and straightening her back.

“I have glamoured myself so that no one can see me except fellow warlocks, so you must be one too.”

“And how am I supposed to believe that,” she said with a frown.  

He sighed and suddenly, his eyes turned golden yellow and the pupils were slits. They reminded her of cats eyes.  “What in the…” she mumbled under her breath.

“I bet you have something unusual about you too.  Something that isn’t entirely… human.  Right?”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, fidgeting with her gloves.

“Are you sure?”  Magnus said, gesturing to her gloved hands.  “You don’t have to be afraid of me, I can help you.”

She studied Magnus for a moment.  His eyes had changed back to the dark brown they were before and she could see a fondness in them.  He wore a soft gentle smile, eyebrows raised in question.  He seemed sincere.  Maybe, for once, someone actually wanted to help her.  She had no idea how he could though.

“Okay,” she said softly and slipped the glove off of her right hand.

She watched Magnus’ face as he looked at her hand.  His eyes went wide for a moment and then his expression slipped into one of admiration.  He took her hand in his to get a closer look.  “I haven’t seen claws like this in over sixty years.  They’re gorgeous.”

“Really?” she asked.  No one had ever said that her claws were something to be admired, let alone that they were gorgeous.  Although, she tried her best not to let people see them at all.  She looked down at her hand to try and see what he saw.  Where her fingernails should be were black talons.  They were slightly curved at the base and extended out about half an inch.  They had been cut down and had dried blood coating the tips.

“We’ll have to get these cleaned up, that must hurt,” he said releasing her hand.  “How did they get like that?”

“Uh… Well I… I- I don’t really want to talk about that at the moment,” she stuttered as she slipped the glove back on.

“Oh, well, that’s alright.  You don’t have to tell me,” he said with a reassuring smile.  He was strange.  He wore extravagant, exotic clothing that looked otherworldly in this drab little shop.  He carried himself with such confidence and poise.  He also had a very casual, calm demeanor.  For some reason, it was easy for her to be comfortable around him.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked curiously.  She has known very few people who were ever this polite to her.  She wondered what his motives were.

“Well, I have made it a personal responsibility to take care of fellow warlocks, especially new ones, which are rare, so I am very pleased to meet you.”

“What do you mean ‘warlock’?  You keep saying that.”

He visibly sighed.  “Oh, darling, we are going to have to sit down for this talk.  Why don’t we go to my house, have a drink, and I’ll explain everything?” he said.  “Or we could go to yours if you prefer?”

She didn’t feel comfortable going to this strangers house, but she definitely couldn’t bring him to her home.  She also wasn’t sure she wanted to be completely alone with him, but she needed answers.  Plus, he offered her a drink.  For free.  She didn’t know how she could pass that up.  “Alright, we can talk at your place, I suppose.”

“Wonderful!” he said so cheerfully it startled her a bit.  She smiled fondly at him, he surely was entertaining.

“I assume this will be your first time using a portal, but you’ll get used to it,” he said, grabbing her change purse and sandwich off of the table and handing them to her.  She frowned at the comment, confused once again, as she pocketed the items.

He turned to face the back wall of the shop, waved his hands and a large, golden circle that covered most of the wall appeared.  It swirled and caved in on itself like a deep abyss.

“What in the hell is that!” she shouted, gripping the chair in front of her.

“A portal, it transports you from one place to another,” he said, gripping her gloved hand and guiding her closer to it.  

“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe,” he said noticing her panic.  “It’s going to take us to my house.”

“Uh… okay?” she said.  She was still having trouble believing that this was real.

“Oh!” he said, turning to face her with a calm smile.  “I never did get your name.”

[spider-boi]

Uptown Girl [3]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you to everyone who liked part 2 YAY! this part is in peter’s POV btw!

Peter Parker x Reader

Previous

“I have the perfect movie for us to watch tonight!” Y/N excitedly said from beside me.

6 months.

It’s been 6 months since me and Y/N L/N became friends. In the course of those 6 months, she had managed to wiggle her way into my life to the point where it was hard to imagine life without her beaming smile greeting me when I looked to my side. It was also getting harder to hide the fact that I was completely in love with her but was too much of an idiot to do anything about it.

“Let me guess?” I placed my hand on my chin, pretending to think. “Is it The Little Mermaid again?”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing? You love that movie!” She bumped my shoulder. “Also, it’s my turn to choose a movie for movie night remember?” 

“Like you would ever let me forget, Y/N.” Our hands were brushing against each other every step we took. 

“Exactly.” She wound her arm with mine and pressed herself to my side. I looked down at her and found her staring back at me. She scanned my face while I navigated us to her locker. I knew that she saw my black eye, no matter how hard I tried to cover it with May’s concealer. I also knew that she would question me once we stopped walking. We arrived at her locker and she stood in front of me.

“Peter.” Y/N whispered. I pretended to busy myself with opening my bag. 

“Hmm?” I asked, not looking at her. She placed her hand underneath my chin and pushed it up so that I met her eyes. Her concerned eyes looked into mine for clarification. I sighed. “It’s nothing, Y/N. Just a scratch.” I tried to make light of the situation. 

Y/N moved her hand so that it cupped the side of my face. She rubbed her thumb across my bruise which made me flinch a little. I heard her take in a sharp breath. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing, Pete.” She moved closer to me. “When are you gonna tell me the truth? Don’t you trust me?” 

I took her hand from my face and squeezed it. We had held hands before but it still made my heart skip. The fact that she was so close to me didn’t help either. “I-It’s not that, Y/N. Things,” My mind raced to the events of last night. “Things are complicated right now.”

She sighed and opened her locker. “You say that every time, Peter.”

“I want to tell you. I really do.” I explained.

“There’s a ‘but’ isn’t there?” She grabbed her notebook from inside and shut the door close.

“But it isn’t the right time yet.” Images of The Vulture flashed in my head. 

“Just...” Y/N reached out to entwine our fingers. “Be careful, please.”

“Always am.” I pulled her close and kissed her forehead, making her sigh in content. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I placed an arm around her shoulders.

Moments like this reminded me of what I could have forever if I could only tell her how I feel. These past few months of knowing each other basically made us inseparable and she keeps me sane in this crazy new world I’m living in. If only you had the guts to tell her that, Parker.

“Oh, lookie here.” A familiar voice interrupted us. I heard Y/N mumble something under her breath. 

“What is it, Flash?” She spat.

“Nothing. Just noticed you and Parker getting cozy.” Flash crossed his arms, a smirk plastered on his smug face. “When are you gonna finish up this charity case anyways? Dad just got me a new car. I could take you out for a spin after last period.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows and scoffed. “First of all, thanks but no thanks. And second, Peter isn’t a charity case. He’s my best friend, you ass.”

Flash’s smirk fell off his face. “He’s not even on your level, sweetheart. You’re from the Upper East Side and he’s from Queens! What’s so great about him anyways, huh?”

“He’s not you.” That shut Flash up. Y/N took my hand and pulled me to the direction of our classroom. By the way she was speed walking, I could tell that Flash struck a nerve.

“Y/N, wait.” I pulled her hand to stop her. “You alright?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. Something I learned she did when she was frustrated. 

"It’s nothing. Flash is just an idiot.”

“You say that every time.” I repeated her words from a while ago. She rolled her eyes, smiling a little. I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb. “Don’t let him get to you.” 

She nodded. Suddenly, I felt two hands on my shoulder. 

“Hey, you two.” Ned Leeds made his presence known to us and we dropped our connected hands. 

“Hey, Ned.” Y/N said. Ned waved at her. 

“If you lovebirds are done staring at each other lovingly, maybe we can get to class?” I elbowed Ned who grunted in response. Y/N blushed. 

Ring. Ring. Riiiiinng.

The sound of a phone ring filled our ears. Y/N pulled out her phone from the pocket of her skirt. She scrunched her eyebrows at the screen. 

“Just a minute, guys. I gotta take it, it’s my dad.” 

“Sure, go ahead. We’ll wait for you.” I said. 

“Hello, daddy?...Yeah, I’m in school...But, daddy...I understand that but I have a test today. I can’t miss it...But...” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll be there.” She hung up and ran a hand down her face. 

“Everything okay?” 

“My dad wants me at this event right now. Something he didn’t think to tell me beforehand.”

“But, we have a Spanish quiz.” Ned offered.

“I know, but I can’t disobey my dad.” She shrugged. “I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Of course.” 

She gave me a weak smile and pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. I turned red almost immediately. Y/N gave Ned a hug before speed walking to the doors of the school. 

“If you don’t ask her out anytime soon, I’m going to do it for you.” Ned said.

“She’ll never say yes.” I gulped.

“Dude, are you for real right now?” Ned exclaimed. “She’s probably just as in love with you as you are with her and if you don’t see that you’re not the genius everyone thinks you are.”

“Ned, I don’t want to lose what we have right now.”

“No, man. You’re just scared. Coming from Spider-Man,” He whispered. “That’s low.” I glared at him. “Just try. You two are good for each other.”

Were we? 

I knocked on the door of the L/N residence, grocery bag in hand. Knowing how tired Y/N gets after one of her father’s events, I brought along all her favorite snacks.

The door swung open and Y/N’s weary face appeared. When she saw it was me, she smiled.

“Hey.” I mumbled.

“Hi.” She gestured for me to go inside. Y/N was barefooted and still wearing her dress from the event. 

“Tired?” I placed the bag on the kitchen counter. The apartment was quiet, meaning Y/N was home alone. Again.

“Yeah. Kissing up to your father’s business partners for 3 hours straight can really do a number on someone. Not to forget that dad was being unreasonable as usual.” She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against my back. I twisted around in her hold and rubbed her back the way I knew she liked.

“It’s over now.” I whispered against her hair. “Guess what I brought?” She lifted her head from my chest.

“What?” Digging in the bag, I found the small bag of sweets and lifted it up for her to see. “Skittles! You’re the best, Peter. Now, come on. I want to watch Little Mermaid now.”

I rolled my eyes and let her pull me to the couch. We sat down and immediately Y/N snuggled close to my side. I placed an arm around her. 

Y/N turned the TV on and the familiar fanfare filled our ears. I watch Y/N mouth every word of the movie. Something that shocked me the first time she forced me to watch it. I was finally relaxing when my phone beeped. Signalling me that someone either needed to be stopped or saved. I groaned.

“What’s wrong?” 

Her eyes shined with concern. How did I get so lucky as to end up with the girl of my dreams tucked under my arm? I didn’t deserve her but for once, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted so bad to ignore the beeping in my pocket. I wanted to follow Ned’s advice and tell her how I felt. 

I wanted to do so much but there were bigger things to do.

“I have to go.” 

Y/N sat up straighter. “Again? Peter, this is the fifth time you’re leaving out of the blue.”

“I-I’m sorry. But I have to do this.”

“Where do you run off to? I’m worried for you.” 

“Don’t be. I’m okay. I promise. I’ll tell you soon about this but for now you have to trust me.” 

She had tears in her eyes. “Okay.” She sighed. I held her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it before going off to imminent danger. As I changed and exited the house, I decided to go up to peek inside the window.

She was still sat on the couch, holding the pack of skittles I gave her. She wiped at her eyes. I rested my head against the wall and groaned. I knew that the constant disappearances by not only me but also her parents, took a toll on Y/N. And I hated being the cause of her tears. The sound of an explosion tore me from my thoughts. I took one last look at Y/N and swung off. 

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#35: Season 1, Episode 4 - “What’ll Idol Do?”

Ren gets a pre-high school mentor (is that really necessary? lol) named June Marie. She’s clearly evil and fake as a 3 dollar bill, but Ren thinks she’s the cat’s pajamas because of her scholastic accomplishments. Meanwhile, Louis is obsessing over someone stealing one of his beloved VHS tapes of an SNL episode. And you know how much I love Louis The Aspiring Comedian... :) 

The episode opens with Louis reading a book called "The Art of the Joke." Wait a minute... Louis Stevens... READING?! Yep. When I was younger, Season 3 Louis was always my fave. But, looking back.. Season 1 Louis was amazing. He had so much ambition and a real goal to become a comic, much like Shia. So much so, he was actually reading and researching about it!! That pretty much tapers off eventually and he just becomes a little zany -- Also like Shia...? lol. It's not a bad thing by any means. I'm just realizing exactly how much I miss this more restrained, "real," smart and subtly sarcastic Louis. He retains these qualities throughout the series, they’re just highlighted more/better in the early episodes.

He’s literally skipping dinner to read here. Incredible. He’s also seen reading this book in “All About Yvette.” I think it must’ve been Season 1 Louis’ bible.

Anyway, Louis takes a break from reading and goes to watch a VHS tape of a 1995 Saturday Night Live episode ft. Mike Myers... when he discovers it’s missing! We see the rest of the family at dinner downstairs, being forced to listen to Ren talking up some chick June Marie like she’s the second coming of Jesus. She explains that June is her ~idol~ and will be acting as her “Pre-High School mentor.” Right away you get the sense that this is sketchy. Even though Ren Stevens is, well... Ren Stevens... We see her relying SO MUCH on June to help elevate her status once she gets to High School. Obviously Ren could easily achieve high ranking status herself -- And would most likely take pride in that. It feels a little bit out of character. Even Eileen seems very suspicious about it. We also find out that June is in Geometry class with Donnie. This is important information!

Louis barges into dinner, turning the missing tape situation into a major mystery case. He’s basically accusing someone in the family of stealing it. Aside from this scene going on just a tad too long, I still think it’s entertaining. Louis says a great line: “I’m not a detective. But I did watch 10 whole minutes of Nash Bridges once” which I freaking love. The entire family claims to have no idea what he’s talking about and they’re so fed up with him and his Dramatics™ -- it’s kinda hilarious. With every overly serious thing he says, they’re all just groaning like “oh my god.....” It gets me. The scene ends with Ren saying “Mother, may I please have permission to FedEx Louis to Timbuktu before June Marie gets here?!” And Eileen says “Absolutely not! ........UPS is so much cheaper.” I’m only mentioning this because I caught a rerun of the episode on Freeform recently, and this bit was mysteriously missing! I’m assuming it was cut out for “FedEx” and “UPS” copyright reasons? No idea. Idk man. I always kinda liked that part, and I was like ???????? Where’d it go?!

Ren practices in the mirror how she’s gonna greet June before she gets there and it’s too much. We finally see this June Marie character and her personality is so ugly. She seems like a rich, entitled snob. (Trust me on this, I have very good judgement.) Ren is in awe though and desperate for June to like her. Again, this seems a little out of character. But she wants to achieve flawless academic success in high school and believes June can help her do that. Ren is a perfectionist, sooooo. 

June is seriously the fakest person I’ve ever seen and Ren is looking at her like she is her savior. I’m sad. 

Oh yeah.. Did I mention that June Marie is also a creep? It almost seems like she's coming onto Ren at one point. I'm actually uncomfortable watching this. She’s so clearly up to something.

She’s saying “Could you imagine what we could accomplish on the high school yearbook staff together?” in a suggestive voice. Tell me this isn’t creepy as hell. Run, Ren... Run for the hills. 

At school the next day, Louis is complaining to Tawny about the missing tape now. She, too, is so done with his drama lol. I love this bit because he actually references the sketch “The Whiners” as a major influence of his and that the missing tape is what made him want to be funny. Awwwwww! Dear, god. I seriously love this so much. Even though according to Wiki, “The Whiners” was a skit from 1982-84. So, this tape definitely doesn’t exist irl. But, still! Tom overhears the crisis and offers to set up an audio/video home surveillance system in Louis’ house in an attempt to catch the possible tape thief. Tom is the best. He always has great lines and actor Fred Meyers’ delivery always makes me smile. Later that day, he ultimately sets up the system for Louis! He offers to set up one for Tawny as well and Louis says “Tawny doesn’t have a home. She lives on her bike. It’s a long story. It’s very tragic.” I always loved this. 

lol at Tom listening in. Also, I love how Louis and Tawny are such a couple’a outcasts honestly. They’re so perfect! 

Ren tells her placeholder best friend Jewel about June.. and I swear it’s like everyone somehow knows that June is trash, but they don’t want to burst Ren’s bubble. Jewel is clearly thinking “.....yikes! not gonna say anything”:

The “yikes” face is even punctuated by a suspicious dominant chord... just so there’s no confusion. What is UP with that hair, btw??? The Early 2000s were a mystical time in history...

While spying on the family from his room, (see cover image) Louis ends up overhearing the real juicy drama. Forget the tape! June Marie is over and meticulously quizzing Ren about high school stuff (”Details, woman! This ain’t junior high!!!” lol chill) when suddenly Donnie walks in and tells Ren she has a phone call -- which ends up leaving June and Donnie alone. Remember how I said they have geometry class together? Yeah. They have a small talk conversation about class - and as soon as Donnie leaves the room, June whips out a bulky Y2K cell phone (I knew she was rich) and calls her friend freaking out over talking to THE Donnie Stevens. She admits to having a plan to make Donnie ask her out, and that’s the only reason she’s hanging out with “his lame sister.” What a loser, for real. Thank the lawwd for Louis’ hidden cameras.

Louis is upset and tries subtly telling Ren by warning her that June “isn’t as cool as you think she is.” But of course Ren is all “JUNE MARIE IS THE COOLEST PERSON I KNOW!!!!!!!” - I hate when people refuse to listen to other people like their own family members when they're trying to help them. I wanna slap Ren. 

We get a mirror talk mid-episode from Louis in the bathroom about how he has to find some clever way to tell Ren to make her believe him. Yay! Caring Louis looking out for his big sis! His deep speech (accompanied by sad piano) ends with a curveball joke. (”...The worst part is........ I got a zit the size of a volkswagen.”) Shia's phrasing is always on point. I laughed. The joke helps saves the scene from becoming an overly sentimental, cheesy parody of itself.

We find out that Steve and Eileen have Louis’ tape and....... they accidentally taped over it. THE HORROR!!! If you lived through the era of VHS tapes, you understand. There's no "undo" option, people! This scene gets me so mad every time. Of course Louis is asleep when this is revealed on hidden camera. Louis is so smart, but he spends the rest of the episode completely oblivious to the fact that the tape is right under his nose. It’s cute.

Louis decides to write June Marie a note signed “Donnie” asking her to come over for a date. She shows up right on time, overly eager and dressed for the Oscars -- coming onto Donnie full-force. 

I just noticed it looks like they’re actually at the real house for this shot??? Or that could just be a painting in the background. Probably. 

Louis set everything up so that he could show Ren the live stream of June being a [Raven Voice] ‘lil nasty. She’s curling into Donnie’s side on the couch saying “I’m so glad we finally got together. I only became Ren’s mentor to get to know you better.” 

Ren gets so heated, she marches downstairs and tells June Marie offffffff for being a two-faced liar and a terrible role model. Donnie’s caught in the middle of it and has absolutely no idea what’s going on: 

Same, Donnie.

But, yaaaaassss Louis for #exposing June Marie. And yaaaaaassss Ren for confronting her. (”I got news for you, Little Miss Pretentious... I can get that job on the yearbook without your help.”) The sass level is through the roof. I love it. It's always satisfying to see a snake like June get rightfully stepped on. 

Ren yells at Louis for not telling her about June but....... he did tell you, Ren!! That’s what you get for not listening to your family. 

The scene that follows feels like an ad-lib. Shia and Christy are genuinely laughing. I’ve mentioned this a million times before, but according to Shia they ad-lib’d quite a bit on this show. I think this is one of those instances. It’s great. 

The episode ends with Eileen telling Steve to burn Louis’ tape. Meanwhile, Louis is still hoping to get it back. It’s supposed to be funny, but it honestly makes my skin crawl. I'm so sad for him D:

And that’s it! I remembered not being all that crazy about this one simply because it’s clear in my memory due to it airing very frequently. But it's actually a pretty satisfying and slightly scandalous story, haha. My only issue is that this episode is incrediblyyy slow paced. In most cases, that’s one of the things I love about the first season. But, here it just kinda draaags on a bit. 

The best aspect, of course, is Louis wanting to help Ren. Whenever they focus on the brother/sister dynamic, the show really shines because that is the foundation! Like, hello! Louis and Ren are the Stevens who are constantly trying to... get Even! So, yeah. I like when their relationship is highlighted in some way. For a more Ren-Centric episode, this one is pretty good. Although, this is another episode that involves a one-off character. This is something we see a lot in the first season, which I don’t understand??? The freaking premiere episode was about a random guy. This episode is about some random chick. The next episode is about Yvette. The episode after that is about some random dude. Like..... who decided that a chunk of Season 1, a.k.a. everyone’s first exposure to Even Stevens, should basically not fully focus on the main characters? Idgi. Might just be a symptom of the show trying to find its legs.

At least this is a case where they found a seamless way to combine the two plot lines. A story like this also helps Louis come across as endearing. So that’s good. :)

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