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artfulacrostic · 10 months
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some of my favorite moments from the 1995 10th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables bc it's BARRICADE DAY and thus tis the season:
the convicts during Look Down all being Valjeans from different countries
the bishop M is baby faced and has an angelic voice
the clips from the fully staged show that they insert whenever there is too long of an instrumental/to explain things
colm wilkinson and philip quast's confrontation makes me want to chew on my laptop screen. so good. so crisp
baby cosette gets spooked by a balloon popping during castle on a cloud but barely flinches and keeps singing
the entire cast in the background of master of the house bopping back and forth in time. they are so here for it and it's amazing
philip quast's stars. he's so fucking good. i'm insane about him
michael maguire as enjolras's little happy dance when gavroche tells them that lamarque is dead
michael ball as marius somehow gives himself literally heart eyes whenever he talks about cosette. i can see them. it's so funny
during a heart full of love, colm wilkinson and philip quast are so invested in the background. they're leaning over to whisper to each other. they are besties
lea salonga as eponine delivers "i know this house i tell you, there's nothing here for you. just the old man and the girl, they live ordinary lives" like a GODDESS she is EVERYTHING
michael ball surreptitiously wiping his sweat on lea salonga's hair during her death scene. mans is dying a little
drink with me features anthony crivello as a fucking stellar grantaire, and after his verse, enj comes over and puts his hand on his shoulder to comfort him for a very long time. complete with a lingering touch on the arm and everything. fantastic exr crumbs 👍
the clips from the full show of the final battle are hilarious. completely different cast (though only obvious to insane people like us.)
highlights include one of les amis right on the middle of the barricade doing like. a backwards worm he's so into his death throes. he always has me losing my shit
empty chairs at empty tables includes the fucking cruel choice to have the entire les amis cast of actors line up on each side of michael ball and just a step behind so that they're in shadows, all staring sadly at him for the whole song. gives the impression of all the ghosts of marius's dead friends looking on from the afterlife and demanding answers. heart wrenching. THIS IS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A CONCERT, WHY ARE U DOING STAGING LIKE THIS
beggars at the feast has everyone in the background clapping/tapping along again. love seeing the thenardiers get their due appreciation
the 17 valjeans from other international productions enter after the finale and they all have their gavroches holding their country flags it's so fucking cute
and of course final encore with all the additional valjeans and the whole cast is fucking ACES
ANYWAY if ur looking for a production to watch that is good af this is the top of my list even though it isn't fully staged. it's sooooo. it's some good fucking food. happy barricade day!!
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queen-of-boops · 5 months
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Volume 6 Thoughts
Geri is about to catch some hands. Girl cannot take no for an answer and is beyond delusional when it comes to Joyo. Telling her off felt good.
Why does Joyo's little pouty face get me every time? It's so sad and cute at the same time.
No Travis, I don't want you, I don't know how many times I have to say it.
I'm sorry, but why do none of the couples change anymore? There was so much drama last week and still nothing changed.
The sleepwear options are cute, especially the teddy. My MC is fully embracing her Barbie era with all the pink outfits this season.
I've seen quite a few other people say it, but why the hell do we need to sneak out to the daybeds? I want Travis and Geri to know we don't want to sleep next to them.
Joyo mentioned in casa that he loves dirty talk and girls whispering in his ear. Idk if the other boys said that or not in this volume but it is a Joyo specific thing in my head now.
All the boys smell like cedarwood apparently and I reject it. Joyo's a scuba diver from a beach town for Christ's sake, he should smell like the sea and maybe something like bergamot. Not cedarwood (that should be Alex specific and I'll die on that hill).
Bits scene itself was short ànd kinda lackluster.... I don't have time to rewrite it, but it's tempting.
Okay, again, idk what the morning chat looks like for everyone but I was kicking my feet and squealing like a little girl. It was established in casa that Joyo hates camping and sleeping outside, but he goes on this little rant about how much he enjoyed sleeping under the stars with us and how we're the only person he'd do that for. Can you say swoon-worthy?
Fuck off Geri, JOYO DOESN'T WANT YOU.
Okay, on a non Raf route, Daph is adorable. I love her and Raf together.
Movie night titles were way better this season. I particularly liked 'Jumping for Joyo', 'Geri Much In Love', and 'Daph-Need Your Love'.
But the movie night drama was not it. Wow, a bombshell came in and flirted with me, call the press! Thank God Evan said something. The rest of the clips felt contrived or like they were just there to make Geri look bad (can't Joyo just pick me cause he likes me more and not cause Geri's a hot mess hypocrite?)
Can we also just appreciate that when I say my head isn't turning, everyone knows it's still on Joyo. We've been asking for this since casa s2 and it's finally, consistently remembering who I said I want to be with no matter how many people are interested in me.
Date with Evan was fine. Love that he seems to respect the word no. His sprite is fine AF, but I really just want him to be my villa bestie.
Love how soft and melty Joyo is one on one now, it's precious.
I absolutely howled when Joyo came to pull me for a chat and talked right over Geri's protests. She was so shocked.
Yes, Joyo! Admit you're a jealous motherfucker and let's get back together already!
Travis. Get it through your head. I'm telling you I'm closed off with Joyo, that doesn't mean I want to keep getting to know you like that. I don't want you.
Flowers, really? Kinda hoping they actually aren't from Joyo (and think they might not be just so FB can have him be jealous and start more drama). It's a little weird honestly and an interesting choice for a cliffhanger.
Still really enjoying this season for all its faults honestly. Joyo has me in the palm of his hand and I'd happily go with him anywhere. Not totally sure I see the vision for where they're gonna take the rest of the season, but as long as I get to keep flirting with Joyo, I'm good.
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starry-hughes · 7 months
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bestie i haven’t been able to keep up with the celly bc of school and stuff so forgive me if this has already been done but 1. ignoring each other and 6. “you’re going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?” with trevor if you will 🫶🏻
trevor smoothed out his shirt as they hooked a mic on him. media day was always his favorite. he enjoyed talking so this was fun for him.
he didn’t catch the interviewer’s name as he saw down and the cameras starting rolling. “trevor zegras, how was your summer?” he was asked.
“good, really good, lots of golf, lots of hanging with friends,” trevor answered. the interview went on. “is there a special person in your life? someone to keep you grounded?”
he thought for a second. you of course came to mind but he couldn’t just say that. “my family obviously and the dudes i grew up with like jack, cole and alex,” he answered. “no one else? no special lady?”
he hadn’t revealed you to anyone yet, just jamie and his mom. you said it was fine whenever he wanted to. “no, no one.”
the clip immediately went crazy on twitter. fans freaking out and happy that trevor was reportedly single. but for you, it broke your heart. trevor returned from media day to find you gone. your location turned off and your car no longer in the driveway.
after three calls you finally answered, “what trevor?”
he was taken aback, “where are you baby?”
“i’m not home, because i’m not your girlfriend.” he was confused. “not my girlfriend? i don’t recall that we broke up?”
“your interview! you said you didn’t have a girlfriend. are you embarrassed of me?”
he immediately panicked, “no, no, no! i just didn’t want to say it because we had a conversation about it once! i didn’t want to make that choice right then and there without talking to you!”
“i told you i was fine with it!”
“you’re fine with constant hate and people dragging up your past to throw at you? you’re going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?”
you were silent, wiping your cheeks to get rid of the tears. “i don’t know trevor.”
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pseudonymphomania · 10 months
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This is the first time I've made something for my own MC. "Dear Love" refers to my IRL partner, whom I pretend to write to about my adventures in the Devildom.
I play the game as everyone's platonic friend. I am asexual and enjoy Queer Platonic Relationships for myself. I also play matchmaker in my own Devildom universe.
My attributes: average height. Black hair styled with a medium hold matte pomade. Brown eyes. Beauty mark under my nose. Dimple on one side of my face.
Clothing: Prefer formal wear over casual. Suspenders over belts. Monochromatic colours or loud ostentatious patterns, no in-between. Comfy dress shoes in black or brown but open to other colours to match outfits; I'm wearing leather monkstrap shoes in the picture. Metal accents like tie clips are crucial. Got laser eye surgery but sometimes wears fake glasses to feel something on my face. Satchel contains good pens, quality paper, and workstation. Fitbit on my wrist to count every step I take to solve the problems of the day.
Personality: wry and dry humour. Workaholic. Lifelong learner. The Parent Friend. Always happy to help. Frontline tendencies.
Skills: technical writing, sewing and clothing construction, trades and mechanics, hair cutting, musician (piano and guitar), singer and actor (theatre), novelist, artist
Likes: obtaining new skills and making new friends. Justice. Equity.
Dislikes: misunderstandings, situations that could have been handled effectively but weren't. Unclear communication.
Occupation before I got Isekai'd: Director of Operations
Character I relate to the most: Lucifer
Character I would date if I was inclined: Diavolo, because he reminds me of my actual partner.
The reason I ship DiaLuci so hard: I love my partner the most and this is a mirror to that, right down to situations and actual conversations we have had in real life. The narrative potential. Other reasons.
My MC and OM Characters in my Devildom:
Lucifer: would smugly tell me that I've used a comma splice and I'd tell him to "shove a semi-colon in it". He's my bestest friend in the entire Devildom. We go to cafes and bookstores and go shopping for office supplies. I tell him to stop working so hard and he stares at me like "You're the one telling me this? The audacity." I needle him about his crush and he tells me to fuck off but his face is red.
Mammon: my other bestie but in a wildly different way. He brings out the shit-disturber in me. We play billiards together and play for treats. I disapprove of his gambling but am all-in on the shopping. He takes me out to all the best food places. "Try this, Beckett, you'll really love it." Meanwhile it's some sort of Devildom Atrocity, but somehow it's still good.
Levi: my nerd friend. I bring him offerings and leave them outside his door. We play games often with Mammon and I kick their butts at fighting games, but get wrecked when I have to make choices. We stay up hellishly late and I wake up with chocolate on my face. "Lets do this again: ive got the hottest new dating sim to try!" We are both groggy and destroyed and i have to go to work, but I agree to come back tonight.
Asmo: my favourite boy toy. He's stylish as hell and knows what looks good on anybody. Hes my personal stylist. I cut his hair in exchange. Just like with Mammon I go shopping with Asmo, except he knows all the good places for clothing and knows where all the thrift stores are. "It doesnt have to be new and expensive to look good honey!" I agree. I cuddle with Asmo the most because he loves touch.
Satan: my boy thirsts for knowledge and I do too. We skill-trade and fan over cats. Unfortunately I'm very allergic, but I appreciate them from afar and draw cats for him to hang in his book-filled room. "Do you want to come to the cat Cafe with me?" Oh Satan. He's his father's son alright, but he's just as much of a shit disturber as Mammon. He teaches me fun curses to use on people but I'm content with just knowing it.
Beel: when I'm tired Beel carries me back home and talks about the science behind calories and energy retention in relation to demonic body types. He enjoys cooking and I love testing recipes on him, but I have to swat him away from eating it before it's done. We do exercises together and buff up together. "I can almost see your six pack, haha".
Belphie: he's my sleepy boy. He can be irrational sometimes but I put a blanket over his head to shake him out of it and he snuggles closer. I play him songs on piano and guitar and sing him to sleep, but then I also end up quite sleepy. He's like a son to me and I lecture him often. I try to keep him and Satan from screwing with Lucifer too much. I'm a double agent in the anti Lucifer league lol
Diavolo: i enjoy it when he regales me with Devildom laws, traditions and customs. He speaks of how the executive branch and legislative branch operates in the context of his kingdom and I suggest to strengthen certain areas of his constitution to bring his vision of equity and interrealm relations to the forefront. I am also a shit disturber and needle him about his crush. "You are asking beyond your means, Beckett. Forgive me if I don't answer." Hm... yes, of course. Sorry.
Barbatos: I learn how to be the most efficient I can be from someone who is the most efficient. He is skilled in everything and I must learn from the best. I'm his best student and I'm a teachers pet so i love to hear it. He's been and seen everything and he is an excellent linguist. He is poetry personified in the every day. "Don't let Solomon ruin you too much." I won't!
Solomon: I use my knowledge of mechanics and trades and recontextualise it to be an artificier and create magical items. He is also one to bring out the shit disturber in me and I have almost become Thirteen just from the incidentally nonsense stuff I make. "Oh that's an interesting effect. I wonder what will happen if I give this to Barbatos". Solomon, dude. Do you want to get murdered. Is that what you're into.
Simeon: he is my sweetest and chillest boy. My bestie to talk about justice and relationality with. When I'm insecure and feel like people don't like me as much as they do, he reassures me and tells me stories of his own relationships. "There is nothing wrong with stepping back. Once you've regained your sense of self, you'll be able to pursue the path of friendship again and people will be ready to receive you."
Luke: he is like my son. I make sure he doesn't get nightmares because he seems to have a hard time acclimating to his demonic environment. He teaches me how to bake so that I can make some cakes that look like real inanimate objects and eat them in front of people, to their shock.
Mephisto: I am like Lucifer 2.0. He doesn't really like me but I have no hard feelings toward him.
Thirteen: my Bae. She's a delight but I have to make sure her shenanigans don't cause too much damage in the area or accidentally kill me. I would date her after Diavolo if I was inclined to do that.
I hope you enjoyed seeing my experience and interpretation of the game from my point of view. Everyone's MC journey is very personal to them and I do not believe there is a wrong way to enjoy the game. Thank you for reading. :)
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Born or Created - a post-apocalypse au (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)
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Summary: The monsters invaded five years ago. Creatures like the ones native to our world, but just slightly off. And exceptionally deadly. No one knows where they came from, and at this point, no one cares enough to ask. The cities lay abandoned, the forests deadly quiet, and what of humanity that's left is scattered - focused only on survival.
Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)
Word Count: 6199
Warnings: flashbacks in italics throughout, violence, gore, horror creatures, the end of the world, guns, car crash, blood mention, pregnancy mention, early/premature labor/birth (in a world with no nicu...hopefully you can see where this is going)
ONE | TWO | THREE
-> likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!
-> this was born from a made-up fic title sent in by @newlibrary and i just took it and ran (also thank you for beta reading bestie)
-> please let me know if you want more of this!!
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“Ronnie? Ronnie, can you hear me?” Jake spoke frantically into the phone as he fished his keys out of his pocket. “Darlin’ where are you?”
“I-I’m at the house,” she replied, voice high-pitched and wavering through the phone speaker. “Jake, what is — ?”
There was an explosion somewhere in the background, she screamed. Her breaths still came in heavy against the speaker, static and rough. 
“Look, just — just stay where you are. I’m comin’ to get you,” he said. 
His hands were shaking. He finally got his truck door open before he jumped inside, slamming it shut behind him. Something fell out of the sky and landed right next to him in the parking lot. The truck rocked back and forth at the impact. But Jake tuned it out, all he could hear was Ronnie’s terrified whimpers through the phone. 
“I’m scared,” Ronnie whispered. 
Jake screwed his eyes shut. “I know, baby. I’ll be there soon. Get somewhere safe in the house, okay?”
“Okay — “ 
The line went dead. He looked down at his phone — no service. A cell tower must have gone down. Jake started the truck, felt it rumble beneath him as it turned over. He wrapped both hands around the wheel…
And he hesitated. He looked over his shoulder, back at the air base he just ran from. Helicopters were slowly rising into the air. He flinched as one got blown out of the sky, exploding into a ball of flame, by one of the unknown objects. He took a vow to protect and serve his country. Had dedicated nearly his entire life to it.
Jake turned back around, his eyes catching on the black band on his finger. He took a vow to protect and serve her too.
His choice was already made.  
Something banged against the truck’s window, cracking the glass into a spider web. Jake turned, jumped back away from the broken window, and he saw a deer. Or what could have been a deer. Accept there were too many horns, too many eyes — and when it opened it’s mouth, the teeth were sharp and deadly. And he watched, something like ice gripping his heart, as it rose up onto its hind legs. 
“Oh, fuck!”
Jake grabbed his rifle and checked the clip. Plenty of shots left. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use it or any of the spares that he had in his backpack. Things were usually calm at that time of day. Slinging the gun and the bag over his shoulder, he exited the tent. 
The sky was overcast. Painted in shades of grey, blotting out the sun. That meant the Crawlers may come out of their dens. Maybe there would be some use for his rifle after all.
As he moved through the grid of tents, boots sinking slightly into the wet earth, he nodded in greeting at the other people milling about. The women washing their clothes in the basin of dirty water. The men chatting over a shared canteen. He passed through the tents and came out onto the main road, a wide path tred so often the grass refused to grow. 
The Big House loomed on top of the hill to the north. A giant brick colonial covered in creeping ivory, looming like a beast with too many eyes over the tents and farmland that spread out below it. To the south, The Gate stood as a mouth wired shut. Meant to keep everything out and let nothing escape.
Jake avoided looking at the house as he turned towards The Gate, adjusting the pack on his shoulders. 
People were screaming, running with anything they could grab in their arms. Several houses on their street were burning, smoke rising into the bright blue sky. What might have been a bear ran past the truck as Jake sped down the road, but he didn’t have time to look.
Their house seemed intact save for the windows being blown in, though their neigbors’ front room was gone and a great smoking crater took its place.
Jake parked the truck in front of the house haphazardly. Tires up on the sidewalk before he cut the engine and lept from the vehicle. Another explosion went off somewhere, the screams echoed through the neighborhood. Somewhere, he heard a baby crying.
The front door was unlocked and he didn’t even notice until he barreled into the living room, eyes frantically searching for any sign of his wife. 
“Ronnie! Ronnie, where are you?” he yelled into the house as he ran down the short hall to check the spare room for her. 
“Jake!” her voice replied. “I’m up here!” 
He bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. A flood of relief washed over him when he finally saw her. Standing in the middle of their bedroom with fear in her eyes. There was a cut on her cheek, the blood running down her face dried like a tear. They crashed into each other, tide to the shore — his arms banding around her shoulders and holding her to him like he needed her to breathe. She shuddered as she gripped him back just as tight, burying her face into his chest. 
“Come on.” Jake pulled away first, stepping back to retrieve a bag from their closet. “We need to get outta here.”
“What about Brad? Did you see him?” she questioned.
Jake paused, hand white-knuckled around the door handle. “He stayed. He’ll be safe there.”
She nodded and left it at that.
“Where are we gonna go?” she asked, even as she opened up a drawer in their dresser and started pulling out clothes. 
“I don’t know. It’s the same everywhere — we — we were getting reports from all over,” he said, tossing her the bag before kneeling down to reach under the bed, then he paused. “Have you…Seen any weird animals?”
Ronnie began stuffing the clothes inside. “A-After the Cole’s house…I thought I saw a bear with six legs.”
“Yeah. Saw a deer like that — it tried to kill me.”
From beneath the bed, he pulled out the case for his hunting rifle.
The Gate was heavily guarded. Twelve feet high and made out of dense layers of pine wood and sheet metal. Jake remembered the day it was finished and people cheered. He couldn’t help but feel, however, like they were being locked in instead of being kept safe. Men supplied with automatic rifles and tac vests stood in pairs inside and outside the gate, and then on either side on top of the wall.
Jake approached with unease weighing heavy in his gut. This was his least favorite part of the job. But at least he was the last to arrive. The rest of his team already stood at The Gate waiting for him. They said their hellos and then went over their plan of action. Which locations they were going to check out for anything of value. 
Then they turned to the guards and asked that The Gate be opened. The guards did as they asked, undoing the many bolts as thick as a man’s arm, and pushing open the doors. 
“Scavengers,” one of the guards scoffed to the other as the group went past, the two of them chuckled to one another.
Jake felt the group around him tense, but no one said anything until they were several paces into the field that surrounded the wall and they heard The Gate clang shut behind them. 
“Big House Thugs,” Natasha grumbled under her breath, flicking her dark ponytail over her shoulder. “I’d like to see them try to survive without us.”
“Yeah, who do they think finds all their bullets and shit?” Javy joined in irritably. 
Mickey opened his mouth to join in, but Jake cut him off, “Guys, just drop it.”
The scavenger team moved into the treeline and Jake unshouldered his rifle. The other three followed his lead, holding their weapons ready to fight off whatever creatures may appear now that they were truly in The Wilds. Dense, overgrown, forest that was once tamed by man. But was now ruled by horrible creatures, designed to kill.
“You tellin’ us their shit doesn’t bother you, Jake?” Mickey asked, voice hushed and somehow dampened in the close air of the trees. 
“Oh, it fuckin’ bothers me,” he replied, eyes alert as he took lead of the group. “But we all know complainin’ is a good way to disappear.” 
Natasha snorted. “They can’t hear us out here.” 
“You don’t know that.” 
Jake took the backroads, assuming that the highways were going to be packed and dangerous. He still didn’t know where they were going. But it didn’t matter as long as they were together. 
They were driving through a forest on their way out of town, the road practically deserted. And already it was calmer here than it was just a few miles back. They could still see, above the canopy of the trees, the fire raining down from the sky. The drive could feel almost normal if it weren’t for that. 
“Any signal at all?” Jake asked for what felt like the thousandth time since they left the house. 
“No. Nothing,” Ronnie replied with a sigh, locking her phone once more. “Jake, where are we even going?”
“I don’t know! Just…Somewhere. Somewhere safer than back there until all this blows over,” he said. 
She looked down into her lap with a shaky breath. “Do you really think all of this is just gonna blow over?”
“No. No, I don’t.” 
They kept driving. Further and further away from the chaos and everything they once knew. Jake gripped the steering wheel tight, the leather squeaking beneath his fingers, as a guilt burned inside him. Made his stomach turn, made his limbs feel heavy. 
He didn’t regret his choice. Looking over at Ronnie sitting in the passenger seat, cleaned of blood and alive and safe with him. He wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he stayed. If he didn’t know if she was alive or dead or hurt. He just knew that would’ve been the case, and he wouldn’t have been able to bear it. But he can bear this guilt now. This guilt over leaving his duty and fellow man behind.
Coward. Deserter. Traitor.
Ronnie pried one of his hands off the steering wheel. He hadn’t even noticed his knuckles turning white or the pain forming in his joints until his fingers were free. She slipped her own fingers between his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. And when he looked over, her smile was soft — understanding. She knew. Of course she knew. Ronnie knew him better than anyone, even himself. He squeezed her hand back. 
He looked back at the road. His eyes widened. Ronnie gasped. He slammed the brakes.
“Jake!” 
As scavengers, they would be gone for days at a time. Trekking out miles away from the safety of The Big House and The Gate and the walls. Searching for anything of use or value they could bring back. Last time they went out, they found a house on a large piece of land that was once a farm, but they did not have time to check it out. Now, it was their main goal.
The group of four walked through the dense foliage in a line, each of them with a weapon raised and eyes sweeping all sides from any signs of danger. They would switch off every hour who took the lead. The house was eight miles east. They could get there by sundown.
Here was the thing about The Wilds: the further in they went, the more dangerous things became. The trees grew closer together, taller, wider. Nearly like they were walking deeper into an ocean made of green. The air became dense. Noises echoed in a strange way. Eventually, the sky would be blotted out entirely by the canopy of leaves high above them. 
Whatever happened that day all those years ago changed the very chemistry of the whole world.
The usual noises of the forest remained. Birds chirped and small animals skittered about the foliage. It was when the world went silent that there was reason to worry.
He woke up slowly, mind slipping over reality like wet soap. Blearily, he saw the cracked windshield, the crumpled up hood of the truck, the giant smoking crater that was once the road just beyond. There was something in his hand, woven between his fingers. He looked over, and Ronnie’s hand was still held tightly in his own.
Ronnie was bleeding again. This time in a stream down the entire left side of her face. The blood coming from her hairline. Her eyes were closed and Jake didn’t like it. 
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice screamed for him to move. To grab Ronnie and run. So he started moving. His limbs felt stiff as he unbuckled and pushed open his door. It creaked in a way that made the ringing in his ears stop. Jake fell out of the truck onto his hands and knees, legs too unstable to keep him upright. The asphalt tore into his palms. Embers burned everywhere.
He knew he was moving too slow, but he couldn’t get his body to go any faster, as he got up from the ground and moved around to the other side of the truck. Prying the passenger door open, he reached across Ronnie’s lap and unbuckled her seatbealt.
“J-Jay?” she mumbled out just as her eyes blinked open. 
Everything snapped back into focus. His brain finally caught up. He could feel the pain in his chest, hear the crackling of fire, and the distant echoing roar of some beast. But most of all, he could see Ronnie looking over at him with brown eyes glazed over and blood drying on her face. 
“I’m here, baby, I’m here,” he said as he reached out to cup her cheek. “You okay?”
“I — I don’t know.” She flexed her fingers. “I think so.” 
“Can you stand?”
She nodded as she took his hand. He helped her down from the truck and made sure she was steady on her feet. 
Touching his face, she whispered, “You’re bleeding.” 
“So are you,” he chuckled, smearing the red on her cheek with his thumb. 
She laughed too. At least they were alive. Together. 
They grabbed their few precious things from the truck and headed into the woods. Not knowing where they were going, what dangers or safety they would find, but that was okay. They were together. The two of them against a world changed forever. 
Climbing a steep hill, they reached the eastern edge of the forest. Where the trees grew thick and tall as skyscrapers. Down below in the valley was the farm, just a few acres of now barren land with a dilapidated house at its center. From this angle, they could see the crack in the trees where the road now cut through like a canyon. 
The sun was setting. Painting the sky in shades of purple, pink, and orange. It would have been a beautiful view, except that Jake noticed large black shapes moving close to the house. 
“Mickey, can we get a closer look?” he asked as they all looked down into the valley. 
The younger man nodded, black curls bouncing, as he fished the binoculars from his pack. He held them up to his eyes, and they all waited on bated breath. 
“Yep, we’ve got Crawlers,” he said after a minute of searching. “Three of ‘em. From the looks of it they found somethin’.”
“Poor whatever it is,” Natasha grumbled, lip curled as she looked down at the scene. 
Eventually, they watched as the Crawlers stalked off — dragging two lifeless forms behind them. Back to their den to feast.
“We clear?” Jake questioned as he looked back at Mickey. 
“Yeah. We’re clear.” 
The group started down the hill.
A year. They did alright for themselves in a year. Found a hunting cabin to take refuge in. Figured out the patterns of the strange creatures that now roamed the forest. Watched as the trees grew taller, as the woods grew into something gnarled and twisted. But they endured. They adapted. They found a way to survive. Together. 
Just like it was supposed to be. 
Jake knew that something was wrong. Heard voices in the trees, and it definitely wasn’t the voice of his wife coming back from her foraging trip. Taking up his rifle, he followed the voices. The sounds of snapping twigs and brushing foliage that he had learned to avoid.
He came upon one man at the edge of a clearing. He could have sworn he heard two voices, but at that moment he didn’t care. For just beyond the man’s shoulder was Ronnie, unaware of the strangers presence as she squatted down to the forest floor — picking mushrooms. 
Jake was soundless as he stepped up behind the man, as he raised his rifle and cocked it. 
“Get any closer and you die,” Jake warned as the man looked over his shoulder at him, hands raised in surrender. 
Ronnie gasped as she finally took notice of the intruder, of Jake holding him at gunpoint. She rose to her feet, laying a hand on the swell of her stomach where new life was taking form. An accident. One they both feared but Ronnie still accepted, still loved. While Jake couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to remorse. 
“Put down the gun,” another voice said from behind Jake, the distinct sound of a gun cocking echoing through the trees. “Or she dies.” 
“J-Jake?” Ronnie whispered, voice shaking. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, baby daddy’s gonna give it up nice and easy. Ain’t that right?” 
Jake felt the muscles in his jaw clench, teeth nashing against teeth, as he shifted on his feet. Then he lowered the gun, raising it into the air along with his other hand. The first man turned and snatched the rifle away. Jake kept his hands up as he was searched for any more weapons. They found none besides a pocket knife. 
“We don’t want any trouble,” Jake said. 
“Oh, come on now, you really think we’re trouble?” the second man questioned mockingly as Jake was shoved in the direction of the clearing. 
Jake pulled a hand through his long hair after he caught his footing. Then Ronnie was at his side, taking his hand, pulling reassurances from him. He tugged her in close. A protective hand rising to her bump. But he kept his eyes on the men who just grinned at them. 
“We’re the good guys here. We’re here to save you.” One turned to the other. “Go get the boss — he’s gonna wanna see them first.” 
One left, but the other stayed to keep watch. Jake curled his hands around her tighter as he kissed her forehead.
“It’s okay, darlin’. We’re okay.” 
“What the hell did he mean by save us?” she questioned quietly, tugging at the fabric of her shirt that barely still fit. 
“I don’t know,” he replied. 
He stiffened when they heard someone approaching, pulling Ronnie in tighter against him just in case. The man from before broke through the treeline, followed by another.
It felt like the breath got snatched from his very lungs as Ronnie pulled away from him. 
“Maverick?” she questioned softly, remaining in the security of her husband’s arms. 
His dark hair was long, but he kept his face clean. It was definitely him. He was even still wearing that same leather jacket. Blue eyes ever observing and calculating. But he stopped once he came into the clearing, his head cocked to one side as he smiled.
“Ronnie?”
“Oh, my God! Maverick!”
She broke away from Jake and met the other man in a laughter, tear-filled embrace. While Jake remained rooted to the spot. He never thought he would see his old Captain again — see any of them again.
“Wow, look at you,” Maverick said as he held Ronnie out at arm’s length. “Do you know how far along?”
“Maybe halfway? We’re not entirely sure.” 
“Bradley’s gonna be so excited to see you.” 
She made some choked noise that made Jake’s stomach drop. “Brad’s with you?”
“Yeah. He’s back with everyone else.” 
“Who’s everyone else?” Jake asked from where he stood.
Maverick looked around Ronnie’s form, brows furrowed, almost like he hadn’t even realized Jake was there until that moment. His face set, he walked around her and came to stand toe to toe with Jake. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Maverick punched him — or pulled the gun he clearly had on his hip on him. Jake could sometimes still hear Maverick calling for him to stay at the base, to man his post.
But he didn’t. He ran. And he hadn’t stopped running since. 
Surprising Jake entirely, Maverick reached out and took his hand. “It’s good to see you, Liuetenant.” 
“Uh, y-yeah.”
“And everyone else —  “ Maverick let go of his hand, smile back on his face. “Is Eden’s Shore. Only, we’re still looking for a safe shore to land on. Survivors. 
“It’s better if we stick together, right?” 
It took them another twenty minutes to get down the hill, and by that time, the sun was set. The world cast into darkness. They turned on their flashlights as they approached the house. It was eerily quiet. Now that it was truly dark, the Crawlers could come back. More of them come out to hunt. They took caution as they walked around to the front of the house, seeking the shelter they would find inside until morning. 
“You guys hear something?” Javy asked in a hushed whisper as they crept along the edge of the house. 
Jake stopped, and they listened. Yes. There was a noise.
“Sounds like it’s coming from inside,” Natasha said.
“Eyes on, everybody.” Jake moved the party forward. 
They rounded the northernmost corner of the house. There was a covered front porch. The path leading up to it glistened with blood. And a lone severed, human arm rested on the front steps. 
“Jesus Christ,” Mickey hissed as they took in the carnage. 
Jake toed at the arm. It had been ripped from the body, flesh hanging off the shoulder like lunch meat. 
“Must’ve been hiding out here,” he commented. “Didn’t know the Crawlers could come out during the day.”
“Let’s get inside,” Natasha said wearily as she moved past Jake and up the steps onto the porch. 
They packed up their things for the first time in a year. It brought back all those horrid memories of the first time. The fear. The unknown. The hurt. The guilt.
“You’re moving slow on purpose,” Ronnie pointed out as she pulled back the curtain from where they kept their preserves. “What’s going through that head of yours?”
Jake sighed. Hands paused in packing their few precious items away. Of course she knew. She always knew. 
“Something doesn’t feel right about this, Ron,” he admitted, and it truly did feel like a confession. 
One to a god who just wouldn’t listen. She only smiled at him, small and understanding, as she crossed the room to hold his bearded face in her hands. But still, he leaned into her touch. Let his eyes slip shut as she held him, as she stroked his cheeks and felt their child kick against his abdomen. 
“They’re family. Maverick and Brad — hell, even Javy is with them. Besides, we’ll be safer with them. Mav even said they have a midwife in their group.” 
He relented. There was no use in arguing. All her points were valid. Were probably right. But still, the feeling, deep in his gut, remained. 
Eden’s Shore walked for three more days until they found their safe haven. A large patch of land that once could have been a farm. A big brick colonial house stood at the northern edge, on top of a gently rising hill.
It was perfect. 
Everyone pitched their tents around the house. But Jake noticed when the sun went down that Maverick and Brad, along with several other men, went inside the house. 
And no one else was allowed in. 
When they passed through the front door, the noise became louder — more distinct. It sounded like a crying child. But they couldn’t take any chances. It very well could’ve been a Decoy. A creature that looked like a bobcat, but the body was too big, the fangs were too long, and it could mimic any sound it liked. Often using it to lure in unsuspecting prey. Jake had heard them sound like a woman calling for help or a chirping bird. 
Using hand signals, Jake told Natasha and Mickey to stay on the main floor of the house and keep watch. He and Javy would go upstairs to check it out.
The walls and The Gate were finished that morning. A way to keep the creatures out and keep the people of Eden’s Shore safe. People cheered and booze had been passed around. Jake saw no reason to celebrate. It was like prisoners screaming in joy at being behind bars. 
But he kept up appearances for Ronnie’s sake. Who was just so happy to have her brother back, her uncle back, to be with people again. It had been just the two of them for so long. But now there was an entire colony to find support in, to lean on one another. Humans were pack animals by nature. And Jake had to admit it felt good to know where their next meal was coming from and to know that, for the most part, they were safe. 
It really was just a bad feeling. A few odd things here and there. He would get past it eventually, he was sure of it. For Ronnie’s sake. For his own sake. For the sake of their child. 
“Mm, J-Jake?” she spoke quietly into the darkness of their tent. 
He stirred from his spot beside her on their cot, hand reaching out to touch, still half asleep. “What’s it, baby?”
“Something doesn’t feel right,” she replied, instantly he was more awake. “Feels wet…” 
Jake sat up and turned on the solar powered lantern that hung above their cot. The heat drained from his face, his stomach dropped, an ice ran through his veins. Ronnie laid on her side, holding her swollen belly, and the inside of her bare thighs were covered in blood. She reached down a hand between her legs and brought it up to her eye level — trembling fingers coated in crimson. A choked sound slipped past her lips.
“I’ll go get May.” 
After throwing on a shirt and pants, Jake ducked out of the military issue tent they had been given when they joined Eden’s Shore. He hated leaving her scared and alone, but he was of little use to her now and they both knew it. 
If only all the tents lined up in rows didn’t all look exactly the same. If only he could remember exactly where the midwife’s tent was located in the grid. Gritting his teeth, he set out in the direction he thought was right. His heart beat rapidly inside his chest. Sweat accumulated on his palms. Panic filled his mind like a fog. 
He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose her.
When he finally reached what he hoped and prayed was the right one, he pulled back the flap and called inside. The figure laying in the cot grumbled that she was the next one over. Thank God. He moved on to the next tent and followed the same steps. 
“May?” he spoke into the darkness, trying not to let the panic show. 
The older woman sat up. “Yes, what is it?”
“I-It’s Ronnie. She’s bleeding.”
The way she instantly threw back the covers and grabbed her bag of supplies didn’t help his anxieties. 
“How much?” May asked as she passed him to go outside. 
“A lot, from the looks of it,” he replied as he followed her. 
“Oh, dear,” she sighed. “Must be going into labor — didn’t think she was far enough along for that.” 
When they finally made it back to their tent, Ronnie was sitting at the edge of the cot, breathing deep and cradling her belly in her hand. Sweat had already started to accumulate on her brow. The blood was now everywhere. The cot, her legs, her hands, her neck, the towel she had tried to clean up with.
“Alright, Mama, how’re we feelin’?” May asked in her usual gentle way as she got down on her knees in front of Ronnie and opened her bag. 
“Scared,” Ronnie admitted bravely, glancing up at Jake who remained glued to the entrance of the tent. 
The panic had subsided. Now that he saw her again. Now that she was looking at him and flashing him a small smile. But then a new sort of guilt stabbed him in the heart. Not once did he think about the life and health of the baby. Didn’t even cross his mind. What was wrong with him?
They talked about starting a family before they were even married. He used to look forward to this. To becoming a father, to seeing Ronnie or himself in their children. But that was before the world ended. Before their lives were nothing but survival.
“That’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.” May pulled out the stethoscope and put the plugs in her ears. “Alright, honey, let’s check on baby.” 
She pressed the diaphragm onto her bump, reassuring grin falling as she moved it around — searching. It always took a minute. It wasn’t an exact science. So many other noises going on in there. Eventually, she put the stethoscope away, saying that her not being able to find the heartbeat was nothing to worry about right now. But Jake could see it. The concern on May’s gently wrinkled face. The terror crashing in Ronnie’s eyes.
Ronnie’s face collapsed in pain, the heels of her hands digging into the cot as she tucked her chin to her chest and whimpered. Jake crossed the tent in an instant. Kneeling at her side and cupping the back of her neck with one wide palm.
“Jake, please,” she whispered. 
He didn’t know what she was asking for. But he wanted to give it to her. Wanted to make this stop. Wanted to go back to a lifetime ago when everything was happy, when everything was good. 
All he could do was press his forehead to her temple and mutter his reassurances, as hollow and empty as they felt.
Jake and Javy crept up the stairs, guns held aloft. The house was old, falling apart at the seams. Each step creaked and groaned beneath their weight. But still the noise persisted, somehow getting louder. 
As he listened, Jake wondered if it really was a Decoy. There was always a repeat point. Like a track resetting, or the needle skipping over the grooves in a record. This noise didn’t have that. It just kept going, never repeating the same thing twice.. A high pitched wailing. Sucking gasps for breath. More crying. 
He readjusted his grip on the rifle as the stairs opened up into a hallway.
There was only one way to find out. 
Ronnie wailed, head thrown back against Jake’s chest. The contractions were right on top of each other now, constant and even stronger than the ones she had been dealing with for hours. 
The flap to the tent was ripped open and someone ducked inside. Jake sat up straight, holding Ronnie’s body up as they sat on their cot, ready to dive for the pocket knife just out of reach. The stranger straightened back out. 
It was Bradley. Only some of the tension released from Jake’s shoulders. 
There was no greeting. No expressions of his excitement or love or worry for his sister. Only: 
“You need to find a way to keep her quiet.” 
“W-What?” Ronnie questioned as she wreathed in her husband’s hold. 
“It’s still dark out — the noise could attract those giant bug things,” he said, hands on his hips. 
Jake could only look at him bewildered. “She’s in labor.”
As if on cue, another contraction started. She tensed in his arms, pushed back against his chest as she groaned low in her throat — already trying to keep herself quiet like her brother demanded. 
“Yeah, I get that. But she’s gonna get all of us killed.” He then looked at Ronnie, his expression softening. “You understand that don’t you, Ron? Just tryin’ to keep everybody safe.” 
She nodded. And he left. May came back into the tent just as he was leaving, carrying blankets and water warmed over the fire. It was time to start pushing.
Ronnie took Jake’s hand frantically as her body convulsed uncontrollably. Her voice came out in a strained whisper, “I can’t  — I can’t keep quiet. I’m gonna…”
Jake didn’t want to. But there was truth behind Bradley’s words. They had experienced the giant bug-like creatures before. Knew just how deadly they could be. And he could see it on her face. She desperately wanted to keep quiet, but she just couldn’t. There was no way she could as she propped up her legs and began to push. 
So he did the only thing he could think to do. He grabbed the damp cloth that he had been using to keep her cool, and pushed it into her mouth. She took it with no fight, clamping her teeth down on the gag hard just as she bore down. She screamed, and the rag muffled it just enough. 
They stalked down the hall, heel-toe, letting the noise lead them. It was coming from the closed door on the right. 
From the looks of it, the door would swing in to the right. So Jake signalled that he would go ahead and flank its other side. Javy would open it, and Jake would go inside first. 
Javy counted down from three silently, then he reached out and opened the door. Jake stepped inside, gun raised and ready to open fire. 
He was so small, skin bright pink. May laid him on Ronnie’s still heaving chest. Something wasn’t right. His body was tiny in comparison to his head, the ears weren’t developed, his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. Like he was fighting for it. 
“Why — Why isn’t he crying?” Ronnie asked, her voice hoarse. 
May looked up at them somberly as she cut the cord. “Because he can’t, honey. His lungs…He came into this world too early.” 
Ronnie sobbed, shaking hands curling around his tiny body. Holding him to her chest. Jake could only stare. Kiss his wife’s face in what he hoped was a comforting way as she continued to cry. Watch as that too small hand wrapped around Ronnie’s finger. 
His son. That was his son.
Jake cupped the back of that tiny baby’s head. It fit entirely in his palm. He wasn’t going to make it. There wasn’t anything to be done. If they were in a hospital, maybe there was a chance. But they weren’t. They were at the end of the world instead. And Jake felt…
Relieved. It washed over him and then it twisted inside him like a knife. 
“We never decided on a name,” Ronnie spoke quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks. 
“Darlin’...”
“I know…I know. But he still deserves a name.” 
Asher. Happy life.
They held him until morning. Until his body finally gave up the fight. Jake had to pry him out of Ronnie’s hands. 
He buried his son outside the camp in silence. He didn’t mark the grave. And he did it all with a guilt and relief weighing heavy inside him. A stone. A mountain. A grave.
It wasn’t a Decoy. Jake didn’t know if what was actually standing in the middle of the room was any better. 
He instantly dropped his gun, mouth falling open in shock. 
A baby stood there, red faced and crying. They were holding themselves, tiny arms wrapped around their middle, as tears and snot streamed down their face. 
Javy followed Jake into the room with a furrowed brow. Then he noticed the child and whispered, “Ah, shit.”
The baby instantly ran up to Jake. Wails still tumbling endlessly from their mouth as they came up to him with arms raised — wanting to be held. Jake could only fumble for a moment. Glancing over at Javy with questioning eyes. What was he supposed to do?
But then the child began to cry, “Up! Up!” 
And Jake caved. He handed off his gun and bent down to pick them up. The baby curled into his chest, wails reduced to whimpers as they buried their face in the fabric of his jacket. Jake stood back to his feet, mind reeling, as his body swayed in some natural soothing instinct. 
An unmarked grave but he still remembered where. That even after all these years he still visited from time to time. A relief. A guilt. Heavy as a child in his arms.
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tammyisobsessedwith · 2 years
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How I would’ve structured Season 4
I’m not even talking major revamping like changing character designs, motivations and so on (that would be another major post), just some structural changes within the overall plot of the season.
We get to watch the first coupling up as it happens
Make Kelly and Bruno OG Islanders, they’re coupled up when we get in
MC gets in as soon as the first coupling up happens as the eleventh Islander OR MC takes out all the boys on a (sit down, have drinks and talk) date during that first night
MC has 24 hours to pick a boy to couple up and everyone knows it
Girl left single due to MC picking her partner stays in the Villa, no one else recouples during that
Give us the option to be in a friendship couple if we’re not vibing romantically with anyone so far. They could go out on a daytime date the next day and establish that or develop further romantically
On day 3, Youcef and Oliver drop in - they both need time to develop worthwhile stories with MC (Youcef is too closed off/scared to open up at the beginning, he just stays behind this whole “I’m so sexy and smoldering” armour; and if Oliver’s whole thing is being friends first then let’s give him the time for that). They drop in during a party and there’s some group activity like truth or dare
On day 4, they each get to pick two girls to go on (separate) dates in the hideaway terrace/at the garden outside the Villa driveway that night (both choose MC as at least one of the dates, of course)
On day 5, Some cheeky kissing challenge happens (like rate the best kisser) and people start showing signs of wanting to switch couples, maybe some minor drama happens
First full girls’ choice recoupling on day 6, girl left single by MC gets to pick first, single boy is dumped. If MC coupled up with a girl (Najuma/Kelly), then Islanders have to vote to dump one of the single boys
MAJOR GRAFTING AS EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING. Just get MC to circle around and chat to people throughout the Villa, that’s what they’re there for. The bestie moments are nice, but I want to interact with everyone, even the people I may not like as otherwise how am I gonna get to know them?
On day 7, they get a silly challenge, like one of those gross out food ones or body paint/slime/dive into water
On day 8, Juliet and Valentina hit the Villa while the girls are out having brunch/having a spa day and start stirring shit up (that’s why they’re there). Give MC the opportunity to befriend them as the previous girl bombshell and strategize together
On day 9, they take boys out on those dinner dates (one boy prepares starter, another the main, the third the dessert) while the OG girls need to stay inside and fret (or not)
On day 10 they have a cheeky challenge where they have to kiss person whose secret is about and a party
On day 11, it’s a boys’ choice recoupling. The girl not picked is dumped. If MC had been with a girl before, they’re actually forced to separate but they can remain “together” while in official (friendship) couples with the boys. They can choose to sleep outside on the daybeds, for instance
On day 12, new cheeky challenge, like those silly obstacle course ones where they get wet and need to make out at the end. It’s possible to pick someone other than their couple and possibility for drama ensues
Day 13 is a chill day, something silly like playing around in the pool or games like Never Have I Ever
Day 14 there’s dates all around. DIFFERENT DATES FOR DIFFERENT LIs - like Oliver would be something to do with nature, Youcef would be a sit down dinner date, Bruno is something fun like paddle boarding and so on
Day 15: CASA AMOR! Give us six new hot guys to interact with. Bonus: Dylan could be a CA boy (minus all the red flags) while Tiffany is a CA girl
Day 16: Villa vs Villa challenge then cocktail party
Day 17: the video with suggestive clips from original boys drops in first thing in the morning, then they have brunch and Stick or Switch recoupling in the evening. Single Islanders remain in the Villa for now
Day 18: potentially awkward drinks date if a CA girl (could be Tiffany) stole your original partner (if we were with a girl and just in a friendship couple with one of the boys it’s a great drinks date with possibility for flirting as well) and integration party to get to know new Casa people
Day 19: dumping of least voted Islanders (possibility of breaking up couples if one is liked and the other isn’t). If MC was left single during Stick or Switch, usual deal where MC picks one Islander up for dumping. Final numbers are six couples, so depending on how many couples were formed during Casa Amor a lot of people could be going home then
Day 20: Tom and Cora invite people out on dates before even hitting the Villa. There’s a cocktail party in the evening to welcome them
Day 21: silly couple’s challenge or something like Most Likely To hosted by Tom and Cora
Day 22: chill day with some game like volleyball or a barbacue or something like Talent Show for integration
Day 23: Boys’ choice recoupling, but Tom and Cora pick first - MC of course gets stolen by one of them
Day 24: Brunch date in the morning, heart racing challenge in the evening
Day 25: They go out to a beach party where Returning Islanders (boy dumped in day 6 and girl dumped on 11) rejoin the group. Least favorite couples are revealed at the party (Tom/Cora and respective partners are immune from voting). Islanders need to choose to dump one couple.
Day 26: Mean Tweets/Movie Night - let’s stir shit up and ramp up the drama with unseen bits and shocking developments coming to light. This is where Dylan’s true nature could come out if we chose to recouple with him after Casa Amor (I’d still rather he be the perfect guy until we win the game and he chooses the money)
Day 27: The girls choose who they want to go out on dates with and we have final girls’ choice recoupling. If we’re with a girl, two of the boys couple up as well (either as friends or romantically, there’s possibility for that with some of the boys)
Day 28: Baby challenge then dumping of 2 least favorite couples (we get to influence who stays)
Day 29: Meet the Parents and Final Dates (gimme something glamorous that I’d never get the chance to do again in my life!!) then final dumping down to four couples (we choose who stays)
Day 30: Prom prep (shopping, dance lessons, speech writing) and Prom
Day 31: The Final
This is very basic, I’d still need to go into details of what happens each day exactly, group dynamics, couples drama thrown in the mix and so on, but this pacing would be so much more to my liking. There’s possibility for getting to know people before actual recouplings and we can actually choose to be with people outside of our official couples (as it happens in the show).
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Am I the only one who absolutely do not care if Omar and Edvin are besties in real life? As long as they have an insane chemistry in S3 as they did in S1&2, and from that S3 clip we can already see it being as strong as ever, then I'm good 🤷🏻‍♀️ give me all the Wilmon🤩
No, you are not alone. I mean, it is a bonus that they get along well, I enjoy Edmar interactions as well. But I do not care whether co-stars are besties in real life. Gale Harold and Randy Harrison had that chemistry, and I did not care if they were besties. The same goes for David Boreanaz and Sarah Michelle Gellar, Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara, Kate Moening and Sarah Shahi, and many more.
But yes, give me that amazing Wimon chemistry. It looks absolutely fantastic on screen, and even in that teaser, you can see it burns intensely. Such great great chemistry. That is why I am expecting a couple of very intense intimacy scenes in S3. Let it burn the screen. Show people beautiful intimate queer relationships exist. Use artistic choices to make it more intense and intimate. For these reasons, S2 dream sequence was perfectly portrayed!
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I did both routes but tbh I actually prefer Ozzy to Noah by miles. 3-way kiss is whatever when that man came running to propose to my MC even after I pied him in the challenge, a man that's willing to humiliate himself so much to win me over is a keeper Idc Idc. Also he never questioned what MC did in CA even tho he knew we went to the Hideaway there, while Noah's out here preaching that the only reason he twisted was cause he knew MC must've been a slut in CA, like sir get out of here.
Idk bestie!! Pre-casa Ozzys route was “better” in the sense that you actually have sooo much time with him and can kiss him a few times. But the one thing the writers did with Noah’s that’s different to Ozzy’s is they actually made it make sense to who he was as a character. Every convo was different with Noah.. he started off almost angry that MC would even think to break up his one day old couple to being conflicted that he disappoints ppl and how he’s a people pleaser and makes choices that are better for everyone else but himself. When you step back and look at Noah it actually makes sense that they never coupled up in the villa (even though I wish we had bc I love that pixel man lol) but with Ozzy he was wayyy more into MC and flirty with MC from the start. Yes FB tried to show he’s a slow burn but then his actions didn’t really reflect that and after weeks of it it got to a point where it actually didn’t make sense for him to still be with Grace and not us. Personally yes it was awesome Ozzy was making those choices like picking us to marry, or choosing to kiss us in every challenge before that. It wasn’t one sided. But then casa really stepped him out of this character profile and they never really explained it well. We had to pick up fbs pieces and create a narrative that we would be okay with just to move on from that and continue with the route. At least Noah got a video of us in casa doing whatever we did, Ozzy never saw anything and still decided to go skinny dipping and make out with two girls. It’s giving lads holiday. And for him to be the only one that went wild was also bizarre given he’d never even had a one night stand. As for him not even questioning what we did in the hideaway.. that’s just lazy fb writing bc they didn’t even show that in our movie night clip. You mean to tell me I could’ve boned Andy in the hideaway, chosen to not bring him back and they’re still gonna show the clip of me telling Ozzy I like him too?? PLS!!
It all really just boils down to the writing bc s2 had an actual slow burn with tension that built throughout the season. Noah and Hopes connection was also way stronger than Grace and Ozzys. Ozzys route lowkey started to not make sense bc why did we find out this man wasn’t attracted to Grace?? Bc at that point why in the hell after the first chat with him in the pool didn’t he say ok I’m dumping Grace since im not attracted to her and picking you since we have so much more in common??
Idk overall after s4 fb just fell off completely and their storylines just don’t hit the same anymore
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lily & Other idols relationships
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shuhua - (G)-idle
the "iconic idc" duo
Lily had met shuhua during MAMA backstage, after what lily calls it their "breath taking performance", she seemed to float towards shuhua more as they both were very open minded and blunt about their choice of words shuhua likes to think of lily as another version of her, (never ask these two how you look when together) not gonna get answers you expected.
"should I get this shirt?"
"absolutely... not"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lily - Nmixx
Twins
They may not look alike but they have the same name! Them having the same name is what obviously drove them to want to know each other and it's also funny when someone calls their name and they don't know which Lily their talking about.
"hey Lily what color should I choose"
"uh which one of us are you referring to?"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Mina - Twice
The sexy duo
The sexy duo as the members of their groups like to call it. Lily and mina never fail to do something sexy without even trying, sometimes mina and lily do this on purpose to see their fans reactions. Yes they know what they're doing there doing it on purpose!
"we should walk out and do a dramatic turn"
"they're gonna go crazy"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Kai - TXT
mother & Son
Another one of lily's children other than jeongin aka baby bread she has another child which is kai she also baby's him a lot and will threaten anyone who tries to hurt him it's her mother instincts, kai won't admit it but he secretly loves when she treats him like a baby ( shh you didn't hear it from me) moas love to tease kai that they well tell lily if he does something bad knowing she's just gonna come over and give him more affection.
"don't worry about it I'll buy another one"
"ha told you hyung"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Somi - Soloist
besties
These two actually hangout more than people think they do, they always stay at each other's apartments, going out together you know doing what friends do, but this friendship is one that is unbeatable.
"if you dye your hair blonde I will too"
"bet"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jungkook - BTS
Brother & sister
Since jungkook is older he refers to her as a little sister but don't let that friendship title fool you most of the clips of them seen together is Lily acting/being the older sister which is such a plot twist but never the less one of the best brother & sister friendships.
"I'm older so you have to listen to me"
"when has that ever happened?"
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newsworth · 1 year
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     @tahitiwoke said:   five times kissed 🔪🔪 but maybe platonic besties 🔪🔪 or maybe not 🔪🔪
one.    of all the ways for them to make their snl debut,  this wouldn’t be chris’s first choice.   there’s fleeting moments that tease towards a bit more sophisticated humor and chris catches himself fighting a smile once or twice,   but it’s primarily meant to be an on the nose commentary on claire hale leading what kate mckinnon dressed as a reporter refers to as “ most operatically horny display in politics since the clinton administration, “  with overdrawn silences made less silent by the rousing laughter of the audience as the sexual tension builds in time with the music.  
the tightly framed close ups of suggestive looks amount to the guest star who’s meant to be phil  ( what he lacks in resemblance he makes up for with the same enthusiasm he’d brought to his lip sync battle,  which chris had thought done britney some real justice )  grabbing colin jost by a tie that chris would have never worn on his neck in real life ,   and ...    
“  wow.  “   chris’s voice startles the trio of chuckling interns into slamming down on the space bar of the keyboard and pausing the youtube clip of the sketch right as they start to see some tongue.   “  they’re really going for it.  “   the three of them turn,  red faced and apologizing throughout the coughing fit that had become of their laughter,  just in time to catch phil’s approach at chris’s shoulder.    “  hey.   you catch this?  “   chris says to him and watches every stage of grief pass across the each of the interns face as they part to make space for phil’s looming figure to lean in towards the computer screen.   a few moments pass before the chief of staff says anything,   and when he does,  it’s only to complain:   that guy doesn’t look anything like me. 
two.    “  holy shit!  “   chris’s hand took what slack it could find at the front of phil’s shirt and wound it tightly into his fist.   it’s a one hander,  a downcourt hail mary that sinks the net at the last stroke of midnight.   the sound of the buzzer through the tv is eclipsed by the uproar of that becomes of the bar.
now,   phil doesn’t give as much of a shit about basketball,  and chris is mindful enough of that to feel a little grateful that his truimph is enough to propel them both off of their barstools.  his smile catches the apple of phil’s cheek with a celebratory smack as peanut shells rain down like wedding rice.
three.  there’s a prickliness in phil’s broody mumbling that is usually reserved for things that fall under the claire and i had a fight category,   which chris has expressed in the past is hard for him to be entirely objective about so there’s just shit phil doesn’t bring up to him.  shit that chris doesn’t feel secure enough in their friendship to run the risk of repeating that two week long freeze out by prying after.   
whatever it was this time had phil’s near drunken deadweight hanging off of chris’s side in a way that was painfully awkward with their height disparity.   they’d barely made it through chris’s front door and the trek from the foyer to the bedroom felt miles long.  one step down,  twenty more to go,  and phil’s body was already swaying its weight onto his outside foot,  almost sending them into the console table where chris had just deposited his keys.  
“  you have to work with me here,  phil.  “    chris said.   
phil straightened his spine and shaded his brow under a two finger salute before using the full extent of his ungodly fucking height to survey the area.  “  this isn’t my place.  “   “  nothing gets past you.  “   chris bent down to help phil step out of his shoes.   “  mine was closer.  “   there was a turning point where phil stopped being consoled by the top gun soundtrack and got fussier the longer he had to sit in the car,   so chris made an executive decision.  there was some back and forth about whether or not phil was going to let chris offer him the bed that got settled by chris having to swear on someone’s grave  ( he gets the feeling that phil just picked a name,  any name,  because they don’t have a tonya in common )   that he really did like sleeping on his own couch.   then,  mercifully,   phil planted face first into the mattress.  at first it seemed as though he fell asleep in that same instant,  but then he groaned at the sound of chris’s wastebasket sliding across the floor towards the head of the bed.   “  i won’t throw up.  “  “  just don’t do it on my bed.  “    “  i will not throw up.  “    “  i believe you.  “   that doesn’t even sound true to chris’s own ears.   “  bathrooms through that door.  “   something phil already knows,  but a reminder can’t hurt.   “  there’s water and an aspirin on the nightstand.   i’ll be up for a while.  come get me if you need something.  “   he’s almost out the bedroom door.   “  chris?  “   phil lifts himself up onto his arms and turns to look at chris from over his shoulder. “  yeah?  “ they sit there for a moment,  phil’s expression softly obscured under the darkness but with one eye narrowing against the glow of the street light coming in from the window.  chris waits,  and he realizes he might wait all night if phil needed him to even if he would never let phil do the same for him.  what he gets in return for his patience is phil’s sloppy grin turning into an air kiss,  a wink.
that was a little too cute for chris not to grin back.  he catches the kiss with one hand and tucks the gesture in his back pocket with a wink of his own before turning the light back off.   “  sleep tight,  maverick.  “   “  g’night,  goose.  “ you shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.  even after he closes the door,  chris can hear him humming into the pillow.   too much love drives a man insane.   four.   "  what is it about your attraction to phil coulson that makes you uncomfortable?  “ dr. garrick is stoutly built.   his face has aged into a perpetual frown of intense contemplation over a set of deep set eyes that glister with their acquired intelligence and curiosity for more,   and he’s been chris’s therapist since the shooting in dallas a few years ago.   something about garrick reminds chris of his grandfather,  a man he’s never met in the flesh and only knows through the stories told by his mother from before she’d run away from home.   connecting with a therapist is not something that came very easily to him.   it was a great deal of trial and error for garrick and him get to the point where they are now. “  when i say attraction ...     i’m not speaking of a strictly sexual,   or physical attraction at all.  “   garrick clarifies with a wave of his hand.   “  the ...    incident you’re describing sounds a little more complicated than that.  “ the panic attack had come out of nowhere.  in the dark of his office he’d found the empty cave he’d made of the back of cassidy’s head,   claire’s face slack and empty through a stain glass mosaic of blood and bone,   only she couldn’t see him back.   the air was no good and sour as it left his lungs in scatters until phil set his hand on chris’s chest and willed his breathing towards a measure of five beats with the low steadiness of his voice.   cassidy’s been dead for almost two years.   he doesn’t know why the image of him had suddenly come back like that,  or what had warmly turned his mind away from that lapse in reality when phil settled him with a stare.   some of the details had to rearranged in his admission to garrick,  obviously,  but chris was better at omission than he had been before he took the job at the white house. 
the couch in garrick’s office reminds chris of the one he has in his living room at home.  the yield of the leather is right at that sweet spot that he appreciates but getting comfortable still feels like something he’s having to talk himself into.   as the moments continue to pass without much of anything offered from chris’s side of the room,   garrick shifts in his chair,   resting his hand on the knee that crosses over the other.   the notepad he uses is a ridiculously tiny thing that fits entirely in his palm.   one of those richly green,  tactical notebooks that doesn’t hold more than a hundred sheets,  and chris has only seen him write anything inside it a handful of times.
“  hearing you talk about it,   i’m reminded of..    other times you’ve expressed a struggle to identify the,   um ...   i think you described it as the thrill of your own vulnerability,  the intention behind it.  “ chris becomes reminded of them too,  even before garrick recalls them aloud.   “  the nature of your relationship with audrey shifted quite ...   dramatically,  because you had allowed her further into your life when you felt no judgement from her for your relapse.   we haven’t discussed it very much but i think you had a similar experience with your friend,   grace?  “
“  i’ve never wanted to sleep with grace.  “  giving garrick claire’s real name wasn’t an option when they started to broach certain discussions that fell outside of the realm of the assassination attempt,  and he was obviously quite limited in his ability to be perfectly candid about how much deeper their relationship ran than what was easily explainable.   easy isn’t the point of therapy.   he knows that.   garrick knew as much as chris felt he could safely tell him and still yield what he considered to be useable results. “  keep in mind that a desire for intimacy doesn’t start or stop at sex,   chris,   but grace is another situation where you were drawn to the security of having not been rejected for having allowed yourself to be seen in a certain light that you don’t typically afford to people.  “   again,   chris falls silent,  pensively chewing on the inside of his cheek as though that was where he was meant to find the truth inside that morsel of thought,  so garrick continues.   “  it may be difficult to make that distinction if most other times you’ve faced a situation like this has been with someone who had those certain expectations of you afterwards,   the way audrey did.   but i think that’s a fairer estimation of what you’re struggling with,   here.  “   
he knows how much garrick hates to be the one doing all the talking during these sessions,   how counterproductive it is to the whole point and moreso a waste of three hundred dollars for the hour,   so chris clears his throat.  “  that makes sense.  “   he scratches at a phantom itch of the word seen where it sits just behind his ear.   “  it was just ...   it felt really intimate.   when we locked eyes.  “   
“  that’s not surprising.   you’re familiar with the expression that the eyes are the window to the soul.  i like to consider how the optic nerves serve as something of a natural extension of the brain.  that when two people are capable of looking at each other while willingly stripping themselves of their private defenses,   it’s something like ...   a kiss between two minds.   a very vulnerable experience.  “   
with a look,  garrick reminds him of the rarity of chris allowing himself that experience.   the clock on the guitar pick table clicks to indicate that they only have a few minutes left of their session,  which is usually when garrick prefers to turn the conversation towards a lighter mood so that chris doesn’t leave the office with a tremendous weight over his head.
“  phil sounds like he’s a good friend,   when you let him be.  “ 
that’s why you called me and not the cops. 
“  he is.  “
five.   “  as always i’ve got chris,  meech,  and scott.  “   says phil from behind him.  chris turns just in time to catch a bounce pass and tucks the ball under his arm.   the sun hangs directly over their heads so their shadows don’t stretch very far across the asphalt.  one of the interns who they can always count on being goaded into a game of pick up puts enough stretch into his lunge to make chris smile despite how unwell he feels.  “  i think i’m gonna sit this one out.  “   he says and passes the ball back to phil.   waves off the look of interest he meets on ed’s face.   “  its hot.  i’m tired.  “  there had been a brief discussion earlier in the day about how little sleep chris had gotten the night before.   that may be why phil doesn’t fight him.
“  you can be our cheerleader.  “   phil says.  “  shame you don’t still have the skirt.  “
“  what makes you think i don’t have the skirt?  “    phil pauses mid jump shot,  and chris meets his eye from over the textured curve of the basketball.   “  don’t toy with me,  brady.  “  chris blows back that kiss he’d been saving in his back pocket.   phil takes one hand off the basketball to catch it in mid air with a wink and uses it put a little umph into the three pointer that the intern makes a comment about it absolutely not counting.  
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Wednesday 22-02-23
Hii diary!! So like OMG, i saw LIREALLY the most adorbes tiktok earlier, totally super cute and stuff. So Kim K was with Mimi, and their kids North & Monroe did a dance video and their moms joined in in like a total twist ending! so fun lol, luv how such boss girls like KK and MC are besties like their kids, total inspo BFF goals! Loved Mimi's leggings and boots combo too, so fetch, need to try see what brands they were!
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I know what isn't fetch though. So like, 2 my fav influencers seem to me having major fallout which is super lame :( Brekie Hill is calling Livvy Dunne a bully and a mean bitch, but like Livvy is super amazee, so I think Brekie is being a total bitch and being super catty because she's well jel how popular Livvy is! I know I am but thats cuz i wanna be popular (esp with the boys!!!) but I'm super happy shes done well! She deserves it!
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Speaking of cute boys, Harry Styles is holding a tour soon! I wont be able to make it this year, but I need to save upo to go to his next one! He's soooo dreamy and like such a gd singer too! Gonna watch every clip of his tour online I can find for now! I luv this pic of him in PJ's, I'd wear something cute if slept with him too but also super sexy bc its Styles duh!!!
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I know it wasn't a tour, but RiRi's performance at the sports thing was amazee! Such a total queen I had to shake my booty to her! AND Oh My Gawd!! She's pregnant!!! Her amd ASAP Rocky are the perf couple, bet this baby will be super cute just like her baby boy! I hope we find his name out one day!! But like her outfit was to die for! Total crimson red she was on fire! But shes so amazee with her fashion choices, like I seriously would never have thought about wearing a cotton canvas flight suit, but she pulled it off so well! That silk jersey catsuit and leather corset just made it to die for! Was custom made for her by Loewe, who I've never heard off, so will totally look them up and see if I can get some fake stuff to feel like RiRi hehe! Also I'm gonna make sure I get like all her albums. Don't worry RiRi, I'll get you your money!
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I do need to invest in some makeup though, and take a look at my skin care routine. Gonna watch some tutorial's on the basics and see if I can get some Kylie makeup. Love her brand and shes an icon too! A girl at work always looks on point, I might have to ask her what she uses!
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TTYS x
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olivieraa · 2 years
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so in relation to Pete
I like his humour, he hasn’t said anything that’s offended me (too much) and every interview he’s in I like him more and more
what I didn’t like:
(I’ll get the long one out of the way). so I hate when men pull the “if a MAN did this he’d be arrested/face backlash/have his career ruined/etc” card. saw one earlier today when that fucking Gaston clip resurfaced and the top comment has always been “If a MAN touched a Disney Princess chest he’d be--” and like over a thousand likes and an endless list of women agreeing or saying the same thing. 
but when Pete did it, I kind of agreed. so after him and Ariana broke up, his way of coping with it was joking on SNL, his job (and not even in like, an awful way). her way of coping was through song, explicitly naming him as well and made a dick comment.
but Ariana came after him like he wasn’t allowed to make any jokes in relation to the relationship.
I’d agree with her IF they were bad. if they were misogyny filled. but he basically did a joke where the host of SNL said soemthing and he said “wanna get married?” basically implying he’s quick to jump into marriage, cause... that’s what he did with Ariana. and she didn’t approve of this specific joke.
so, on his stand up, he talked about how it wasn’t fair that she was allowed to use him in her song but he couldn’t make a few comments doing his comedy job (and like I said, his jokes weren’t bad and it was expected of him to comment on SNL after the break-up)
so that was all one thing
another would be his comments on JRK. hasn’t said much but I wasnt a fan.
and third would be his choice of faves.
I don’t like MGK, Pete’s bestie, who is a certified creep. and I don’t like Kim K, who is the actual cause of the standards girls and women face today.
so just like I don’t hate Taylor for being a GoT fan (hard to find someone who isn’t), I don’t hate Pete for the above. he, like Taylor, has done more likeable things than what I don’t like.
whereas Lizzo, she out here not just being a fan or friends with Chris Brown, she said he’s her “fave person in the world.” I drew the line there already.
but then to know she’s a big hit with Gen Z, the most impressionable generation ever and her biggest fans on Tiktok (the app keeping her relevant, and those people happen to be teen girls) and she’s promoting choking kink on there.
she already lost me at Chris Brown........
I was out here showing my niece all her songs (and live performances, and I dont do that) till that shit happened.
sorry, her “positivity” aint for me
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munamania · 2 years
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oh my god. my camera work for some of these clips is SO BAD
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cedricslover · 3 years
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can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george
Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!
As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33
Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader
Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo
Word Count: 2.4k
“You want a future with me?”
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“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts. 
“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too. 
“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining. 
“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs. 
“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more. 
“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.
“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings. 
You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.
It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business. 
Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.
He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet. 
 “Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted. 
Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.
“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them. 
“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down. 
You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.
A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks. 
The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t. 
“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer. 
“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs, 
“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway. 
“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.
“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door. 
You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes. 
There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair. 
An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction. 
“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink. 
While he relaxed you opened the letter. 
Hello beautiful, 
                   I’ll arrive there at six, see you. 
Your husband, 
George
You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen. 
“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,
“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces. 
“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door. 
“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet. 
You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you. 
“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips. 
“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake. 
This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now. 
George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice
“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George. 
George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer. 
“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.
“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils. 
“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head. 
“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out. 
It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next 
Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex. 
“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room. 
“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.
“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head. 
“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table. 
“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond. 
“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light. 
“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind,  you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.
“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect. 
And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him. 
Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist. 
At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995. 
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23-“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” For jily???
Hope you don't mind I used this prompt to write a second part to this one. There was a concerning amount of distress over it and I am nothing if not a compulsive people pleaser
Happy mf birthday to my bestie, my other brain cell @clare-with-no-i words cannot express how much I adore you. Hope you'll enjoy the custody of our shared brain cell for your birthday as a gift <333
He tried not to feel guilty about the loud noises his feet were making as he ran through empty hallways, an act that went against his every instinct as a Marauder. He just needed to remind himself that he was not hiding from an authority who’s about to catch him this time, rather running towards it actually.
In his haste he forgot to bring his cloak too, though what good it would do to him in this scenario was dubious. Maybe it could’ve helped with a sneak attack, but it wasn’t like they were expecting him now anyway. Occasional ghosts and portraits seeing a pair of feet run around in Hogwarts would be amusing perhaps, if he was in the mood for it.
He clutched the map in his hand tighter. He couldn’t dare to take another look at it in fear of losing time. When he first announced he was up to no good today, it was certainly not because it was a Thursday. Sirius had actually seen to that, making sure that the map was always in the hands of another Marauder every Thursday patrol, without asking for James’ input of course. Today was a fluke, his first one to be exact.
It wasn’t like he had been looking for a little dot named Lily Evans for his own selfish purposes, he was literally supposed to be up to no good before he got severely sidetracked. He winced remembering how he left the dorm quickly without giving an explanation to Peter, trying not to think about the telling off he would receive from Sirius when he got back from his detention.
Well, he could get something for Peter from the kitchens on his way back. As an apology, and a thank you.
Right now wasn’t the time for planning his return though, he first had to hurry up and reach them. When he finally turned the last corner, he had no expectations as to what he would see, only prepared to fire the first spell possible, taking his wand in his right hand.
As he took in the scene in front of him slowly, he realized that was not true, he had been expecting a fight. Certainly not… this.
His eyes passed over Cresswell quickly, cowering in a corner by himself and seemingly not moving a muscle as he stared ahead blankly. Anxiously searching for that flash of red, he finally found it when he turned his head a little to the right. Just not in the way he expected.
With the natural shock of seeing blood, he only lost a second before he ran to its direction. He felt his way around in the dark before remembering he was a wizard, doing a quick lumos to locate where the blood was coming from. The young face in front of him didn’t react to the light at all, laying dead still (not dead, not dead) in front of him. He saw his Hufflepuff tie, yellows darkening with blood, before he saw his wound. All the bleeding seemed to come from his head, his skin paling every second James left to go to waste. But healing spells weren’t his forte, they were Lily’s. He finally let his eyes find her, a coil releasing inside him with the permission.
The first thing he noticed were her hands; one of them fisted, the other one raised, still holding her wand, both shaking. He stood up to go by her side slowly, afraid to spook her out. When he was finally beside her, he saw her empty eyes were fixed on the bleeding boy. No, not empty – terrified, shaken, and devastated but not empty.
He stepped to come between her and the boy, desperate to cut across her line of vision to save her from some of that terror. “Hey, look at me. “He broadened his shoulders to block as much of that scene as possible. “Focus on me alright?”
His words appeared to have no effect on her from the way she was looking. He put his hands on her shoulders but couldn’t decide if shaking her to “snap out of it” would actually be beneficial before he realized where she was focusing on. Green gaze cut a straight line to his heart, he tried to slow it down for her sake.
Her frail hands found their way to his chest unsteadily, clasping firmly right above the beating. He let her clench the shirt between her fists, trying to encourage her to copy his breathing. When her eyes met his at last, it was his turn to lose his breath this time.
“James? What–what are you doing here?”
Her breathing still felt too shaky for him to relax, so he bent his knees to stare her directly in the eye instead. “Lily, I need you to breathe in and out at the same time as I do. You think you can manage that?”
Eyes widened slightly with a manic look, she nodded her head unsurely. Her inhales steadied comparably after a few tries, hands loosening slightly from their tight fists. Scared she would take them away, he put his own on top of hers, allowing her to ground herself as long as she liked.
“They have left.” Her voice trembled slightly. She didn’t continue until James squeezed her fists, once. “Just before you came. I didn’t understand why at the time, but I guess they thought you were a teacher.”
“Who has left?” he asked gently.
“The Slytherins. They were—” She finally seemed to remember what stood behind James. “Is he okay? I couldn’t break his fall in time. There were three of them and—”
“Did you try to take on three Slytherins on your own?” He tried not to grit his teeth, but it was hard, voice coming out clipped anyway.
“It’s not like I had any other choice. Cresswell was…” She trailed off, not sure how to finish her sentence. James knew exactly how he could finish it, but that might be his bitterness talking.
He couldn’t focus on how if he were the one with her tonight, he could’ve helped her. Lily needed his supportiveness now, not his ugly jealousy rearing its head.
“I think he has a severe head wound, but I didn’t know how to stop the bleeding. And he isn’t moving at all.”
Lily dropped her hands in a flash, running around him to go to the Hufflepuff’s side. Before he could mourn the loss of her, she had her hand under the boy’s nose, “Well, he’s still breathing.”
“Can you do anything about his injury?” He was crouching beside her now, watching her do some spells to check over the still body.
She looked pensive for a moment. “I could but if he lost consciousness there is a chance it might be something more serious.” The look she gave to James as she got up was urgent. “We should take him to Madam Pomfrey immediately.”
“I can help you with that.”
They both turned to the voice coming behind them, surprised that Cresswell was up and about. He was looking back at them sheepishly, neck flushing under their gazes.
“I think you’ve done enough help so far,” James sneered. He knew this was not the prefect’s fault per say, but the anger simmering behind his skin had not passed after hearing what Lily had to do alone, prompting one cutting remark from his lips.
He had been good so far, he deserved it.
“Why don’t you go back to your room, Dirk?” She sounded tired, and he immediately regretted his little moment of pettiness. “James and I will handle the rest of it from here.”
She turned her back to him without waiting to hear his retorts, starting to levitate the injured boy carefully. While James cleaned the blood on the floor, she waited. He tried to suppress the giddy feeling rising inside him at the act.
They started walking towards the hospital wing side by side, Lily surprising him by taking his hand. If it weren’t for the occasional blood dripping from the boy in the air, it could be considered romantic, like a midnight stroll in the castle.
They continued without speaking, until Lily finally broke the peaceful silence. “I think it was a bad idea.”
He desperately willed his heart to calm down. “What was, Lily?”
“Us not patrolling together and… other things. I may have made a mistake.”
His grasp on Lily’s hand tightened with the words. “Well, we still have time to fix it, don’t we?”
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FairyTail Characters Babysitting!
Natsu Dragneel
Natsu would 100% be the fun uncle whenever someone needed a babysitter, more times then not the kid begs for atsu
The parents are always a little hesitant, because c’mon it’s Natsu, they would end up in some sort of trouble wouldn’t they? This is the guy who breaks mountains for fun and fights friends and foes for entertainment
But they always relent because as much of a troublemaker Natsu is, they know he would protect their child with the fierceness of a dragon
Ironic, right?
Natsu would love to play dress up with the kid
He would end up in some stuffy costume of a dragon and breathe fire and pretend to wreck the guild while the the kid, the Fierce Knight of Magnolia had to stop him
He rolls about on the floor and ends up out of breath quicker than any magic training ever does to him
He tickles them till they can’t breathe and pretends to dramatically collapse when they stab him with the wooden sword he bought them
Natsu ends up in a pretty pink dress and he thinks he looks amazing
“Look Luce! It matches my hair!”
His hair that had butterfly colourful clips attached
Whenever they play games, like tag, he’s not always the best at letting them win
“Just because their tiny doesn’t mean they automatically win! Come on!”
However, in the end...
He always let then win
He pretends to be grumpy about it but then the kid offers him some food and they’re back to being besties
He just wants the kid to have fun, that’s his main priority (apart from safety as well)
It’s not like he doesn’t care about the rules, he just thinks that bedtime can be a little later if they’re in the middle of having loads of fun
And Vegetables? On their own??? He didn’t want to eat them as an adult, why would they want to eat them as a kid
Dinner at FairyTail? 100%
“Wait till you try the barbecue chicken!!!!”
The parents almost have a heart attack when they come back to the child being thrown miles into the air
Only to be caught by Natsu at the bottom
They’re both laughing and the kid shouts “again!”
And the parents breathe a sigh of relief, this is a normal thing
WAIT THIS IS A NORMAL THING?!?!
“Nap time!”
“Yay!”
“... I wasn’t talking about you Natsu”
They share nap time anyway
Lucy Heartfilia
Lucy was the smart practical choice
She was the safest option out of all of them, right? What could go wrong?
Lucy always agree with a smile and a nod, happy to help— plus she loves spending time with kids!
Until she realises she has no idea how to look after a baby/child. No offence but everything was always done for her by maids when she was younger
“Diapers? Uh... origami more like”
Despite this she’s amazing at it, she tries her best and it always ends up going well
Her cooking could use a little work but she’s pretty good after having to make Natsu breakfast when he sleeps over, or her team dinner when they (WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!) plan to crash at her flat for the night
At first Lucy ends up being pretty strict — well not strict exactly, but she abides by the rules exactly not wanting to mess up or accidentally put the kid in any trouble or harm
“Yes you will eat your dinner, otherwise no dessert for you. Don’t think you can guilt me with those puppy eyes mr/miss!”
But once Natsu tells her to relax a little
Relax a little eh? let the little kid have a little fun, you can’t control everything, Y’know?
She starts to let loose a little, it wasn’t because Natsu asked but because she didn’t want the child to feel trapped with her
Controlled and watched and dismissed
She wanted to make the child feel like they can act like a child, because when she was a kid that wasn’t an option
She reads the kids stories
After realising Jane Austen wouldn’t really be their style, she stocks up on children’s books — her favourite were the interactive ones with flaps and puppets
Damn right did she do the funny voices, every character had a specific altered voice
She also made up stories, though more times than not she told her own stories about her and the team, about her trip to a cursed island, or how she defeated a dragon or took down a whole army of monsters—
Okay...so she exaggerated the stories somewhat, they had to entertaining right?
She forced Happy into doing voices with her more times than not
The kids almost always love her magic, she might not be the most powerful out of everyone of the guild but everyone could admit her magic was stunning, and that her spirits were a crazy bunch
Taurus gives them piggy back rides
Cancer joins in during sleepovers and dressing up sessions
Plue is just adorable and cuddly
“Another brat? Why did you call me for that! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNT THAT I AM NOT A BABYSITTER YOU USLESS CHILD”
She never called Aquarius for bath time again
Gray Fullbuster
Gray was the last resort before the last resort
It wasn’t that he was reckless or dangerous or bad, it just that he seemed like he wouldn’t have any interest, or any idea on what to do
Or how to entertain a child who always needs entertaining
The first time he babysits, he and the kid ended up in staring contest, silent as they look at each other
Gray was unsure and the kid was confused
He stood there awkward and stiff, with his hands in his pockets for five minutes before he cleared his throat
“So kid, what do you like to do for fun?”
The kid stayed silent. Gray hated every second of it
Natsu made fun of him for it, they ended up in a fight
The kid ended up loving his and Natsu’s bickering, clapping their hands while they fought and tussled
It clicked with him and decided to duel everyone in Fairytail
Was it the smartest idea? No
Would the kid stop crying? Yes
That decided it for him. Battle of fairytail 2.0, what could go wrong?
The kid giggled when he beat Macao and Wakaba
It snorted when Juvia refused to fight her love, clinging onto his feet begging to show her passion for him in another way
They died with laughter when Gray was immediately knocked out by Erza
By the end of the day Gray was exhausted and sore and was that a broken rib? But the kid thought he was the coolest! and he supposed it was worth it all
After that, he became more comfortable with the whole babysitting a tiny child thing
He uses many nicknames
“Hey Bud”
“What’s up Kid”
“Come on Champ!”
He never had a younger sibling, there was Leon, and Ur but he couldn’t say they were the perfect examples so he was kinda winging it as he went along
He allows the kid to train with him, offering tips and tricks when he can
The kid always insists they can keep up and Gray can’t help but grin because he can see himself in them
After he figured out that every time the child got bored he couldn’t just start a fight, he resorted to something else
Board Games, which he is becoming to become a pro at if he doesn’t say so himself
His personal favourite is poker, (usually strip), but that isn’t child friendly
So his next best thing is uno
We don’t mention the fights that’s started over someone getting a +4 card
Gray wants to cry every time when it’s time for their parents to come back
“Gray darling.. are they yours?”
“Yeah, this is my adopted kid now. Meet Juvia, kid!”
“They kinda look like you Gray-Sama”
If anyone sees him crying, no you don’t.
One time when the child is sad, Juvia and him band together to make it snow and they end up in a snowball fight
The guild has to force Natsu away in case he burned it all away and he sulks in the corner, his arms folded, with a snickering Lucy
The kid strikes him in the face with a snowball and he decks them into the snow
Erza sends him a deadly glare and he looks down sheepishly
“You’re the coolest of the cool, remember that. I’m an ice wizard, so I know cool, alright?”
“Be safe little guy” he says through the tears as he lets them go back to their parents
He does this every time
No matter how many times he babysits
The mum mutters as she leaves “he does know they’re going to be at the guild tomorrow, right?”
Erza Scarlet
While Erza can be seen as strict, she was often one of the first choices when asking someone to babysit
The guarantee that nothing would happen to their child with the ‘Mighty Titania’ was always comforting
Before they could even finish asking her she’d cut them off with a- “REQUIP” changing into her special babysitting armour
It contains baby bottles in holsters, a baby seat holder on her front, and a lollipop for the ready in each of her pockets. Not the mention the diaper fanny pack around her waist
“I’ve come prepared for every situation possible. You don’t have to worry”
Erza would put on a one woman show for the child, drawing a more masculine style on one side of her face, that had a moustache and bushy eyebrows
Then a more feminine look on the other with bold red lips and long lashes
They were accompanied with costumes she’d requip between — one of her favourite props was a cane
The kids loved it, her acting was a little experimental but her conviction to it sold the show
At first it was a joke around the guild, but each performance she’d draw a bigger crowd in
By the end of it the whole guild is huddled around her, sitting on the floor, chairs, the bar eager to see how the story would continue
Stage fright meant nothing when it came to entertaining a child
“That sword looks so real!”
“That’s because it is real, look out!”
Erza would invest in smaller armour so they would feel included and would be able to match with her
Erza would take them on small jobs with little to no threat level because “Any FairyTail wizard is strong enough to accept quests!”
Their parents might disagree
She would also take the time to tutor them if they’re struggling in a certain subject
If she could teach Natsu, she could teach anyone
Maths? Easy. Science? Things go boom. History? Prepare yourself for a lecture on the history of magic and the wonderful Mavis
Every time the kid did good, or learnt something new, she would treat them both to slice of whatever they wanted from the bakery
Of course Erza always got a slice of Strawberry Cake for herself
(And then twenty other cakes to put in her fridge, but no one mentions that)
and the kid tries a mix of things before it decides to stick to Strawberry cake “So I can be like Auntie Scarlet!”
One time they accidentally knock Erza's slice over
She cries and has to take a moment outside the guild to compose herself
She comes back to a cupcake with a strawberry on top
And she could never stay frustrated with them
When it’s time for pickup she nods at them
“It’s been an honour small one, I hope you remember our training. I won’t go easy on you next time”
“Thanks for having them Erza, I hope they weren’t a bother- Wait training? With you? Our child? WHAT?? ARE YOU CRAZY?? YOULL KILL THEM??”
Wendy Marvell
She was younger than the rest when she was abandoned by the dragons so she had learnt how to look after herself pretty quick
Even with Mistogan, there was girl things y’know
So when she was asked to babysit she had a pretty good at idea on what to do, and plus she’d have Carle if she was unsure on what to do
That doesn’t stop her being extremely nervous and second guessing every action
“Can baby food go out of date???”
Although, younger or older, the kids usually love Wendy anyway
She follows their rules to a T but in a way that the kids don’t have a problem with it either
The house is baby proofed but that’s done more for Wendy than the actual baby
She would be incredibly clumsy with the extra nerves and would trip over her feet all the time
The kid found it hilarious, giggling every time she fell or walked into a wall
Yet when the kid trips during a game of tag Wendy immediately rushes to their side to heal them, even if it’s a little scrape on the knee
Even if it’s all healed up she puts a little plaster on it and kisses it better
They end up drawing and painting together
There’s a collection of pencils, paints, chalks, coloured pens and more spread across the guild bench while they ‘work their magic!'
“Hey for a four year old, that’s not terrible, there’s always growth for improvement! Is.. it uh, a cat?”
“Maybe get it in the lines, next time buddy?
“Wendy don’t cry!! I didn’t know that was your drawing!”
“It’s a dinosaur! Not a cat!” 😭😭😭
Wendy’s mature but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy the classics,
she’s the first one to grab the blankets and watch Disney movies with them
Singing along not so terribly to the songs
She loves Tangled, it’s her favourite
Rapunzel actually reminds her of Lucy a little bit, with the golden hair and all
The parents come home to Wendy and their kid on the couch with a bowl of cereal
Cereal despite it being late at night
She rushes to explain “T-they’ve had their dinner but, but you always need cereal when watching cartoons!”
They try and pay her for her time but she insists that they keep it
“Please no it’s fine, I promise! I had fun, made me feel like.. feel like I had a little sibling for an afternoon”
“Thank you!”
“Anytime!”
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