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softspideys · 7 years ago

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Time After Time (Part XI) (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

warnings: none

words: 1.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: okay for some reason people think that the end of the last chapter was a cliff hanger (which, going back and reading it, I now realize it lowkey is) but I promise you that wasn’t my intention when writing it LOL so sorry to give you guys heart attacks but he’s fine. and it’s bold of you all to assume that my writing could be THAT well thought-out anyway

It had become a habit now for Peter to call you after his patrols. You’d tell him about your day in excruciating detail, and now and then he’d interject. Occasionally you asked about his, like what he was doing and if he was okay. Sometimes he’d tell you, but for the most part he didn’t really want to talk about it. He was just content to listen to you.

This went on for a few weeks until one day, you didn’t hear from him at all. Naturally, this worried you a little. By now you were used to the feeling in your gut that you got whenever he was hurt; it was kind of an every day thing now. The only problem was you never knew what, exactly, was wrong. At least you knew he wasn’t dead or anything, because you’d definitely be able to tell then.

But Peter had never forgotten to call before. There were times when you only talked for about five minutes because he was so tired, but they still counted. You thought about sending him a text, but decided against it in case he was just busy.

You found excuses to stay up later and later, taking your time with your homework and studying for quizzes that weren’t until next week. Still no call from Peter. When it was almost midnight, you forced yourself to put your work away. Maybe tonight he’d just forgotten. There was a first time for everything, after all.

You’d just gotten into your pajamas and washed up when there were several rapid taps on the window. You stopped in your tracks, listening hard.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

Definitely not a bird. Slowly, you went towards the window, drew back the curtain, and—

Spider-Man was clinging to the side of your building, peering in at you. Once he saw you, he waved a little.

“What the—Parker, what are you doing?” you demanded. But you were secretly relieved; at least he was okay.

He didn’t answer, preferring to point to your window. You bit your lip. On one hand, he clearly was here for a reason. But on the other, your parents were sleeping right down the hall and would likely not be pleased if they found him in here.

But he was your soulmate after all. With a sigh, you gave in and opened the window, stepping back and allowing him to climb in.

You opened your mouth to ask what was going on, but the question died on your lips as you watched Peter crawl through your window and onto your ceiling like an actual spider. The sight was so bizarre it almost made you want to puke.

He flipped onto the ground, landing lightly and staggering back. “Whoa, hey.” You stepped forward instinctively. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine. Just a rough night. I need to sit down.” He practically collapsed onto your bed.

“What are you doing here then?” you asked. You could feel that something wasn’t quite right with him. He was hurt.

“I don’t know.” Peter pulled off his mask, his hair flopping around his face. “I just needed to see you.”

You were horrified to see a huge bruise forming under his eye. The rest of his face was unscathed, but you knew that his body was probably just as beat up.

“God, Peter, let me see that!” You cupped his face in your hands, tilting his head up. “Does it hurt?”

He was looking at you strangely. “No,” he said slowly. “I mean, it did. But it doesn’t anymore.”

“What? How is that possible?” you asked. The bruise was still there, dark and painful-looking against his skin. You released his face and he winced, touching it lightly.

“I think it’s because of you,” he said. “You touched me and it stopped hurting.”

It made sense. The bond that soulmates had meant that they could do special things, like feel when the other needed help or was in pain, or in this case, take that pain away. But it didn’t stop you from blushing any less.

“Oh.” You looked at your own hands, as though you were expecting them to look any different. “Do you want me to . . .?”

“Only if you want to.”

You did want to, and you knew he did too. So you sat down on the bed next to him. The two of you mirrored each other, sitting cross-legged so your knees were touching. You put your hands on his face again, your thumbs fitting in under his eyes.

He let out a sigh through his nose, reaching out and circling your wrists, holding your hands in place. And then he leaned in, touching your foreheads together. You didn’t know why he did it, but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

“This is weird,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, I’m really hoping your parents don’t walk in right now,” he said. You both laughed a little.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Calm. You?”

“Same,” you said. It was true. The noise of the city had faded away, and you could no longer feel the bed beneath you or see the room around you. You knew they were there, but for the moment it was just your hands, his face. His hands, your wrists. Your foreheads, pressed together. You and him, connected.

And you’d never felt so peaceful.

“Do you want to stay here? For the night?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

But Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

Reluctantly, you let go of him and got up. You dug through the laundry and tossed him one of your dad’s shirts, and turned your back while he changed out of the suit. “Okay,” he said, and you looked over in time to see him pulling the shirt over a surprisingly toned stomach. You swallowed, forcing yourself to look at his face.

You thought having a boy sleep in your bed for the first time would be nerve-wracking and awkward, but when Peter climbed in next to you, it was like you’d been doing it for years. You reached out and took his hand, and he sighed again.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, eyes already half-closed.

“For what?”

“Letting me in.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Mm-hmm.”

You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be awake much longer, so you said quickly, “Why’d you come? Why didn’t you just call?”

He was quiet, and for a second you thought he’d fallen asleep. Then he said, “I’m not really sure. I got my ass kicked and everything just . . . hurt. But for some reason I knew that if I went to you, it’d be okay. You’d make it stop. So I did.”

He was snoring before you could even respond. You watched him sleep for a few minutes, taking in his eyelashes brushing the top of his cheeks and the tiny snuffles he made as he breathed. You couldn’t quite place the feeling you had in your chest at the moment; it was a warm, tender sort of affection that you’d never felt before.

As you drifted off to sleep yourself, your last thought was that maybe, you were sort of falling in love.

* * *

When you woke up the next morning, it was to your alarm chirping and the sight of a sleeping Peter Parker less than a foot away from you. Your hands were still joined together in the same way they’d been when you fell asleep.

As you sat up, Peter slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he gained his bearings. “Hey,” you said. As you looked at him, you realized—“Your eye. The bruise is gone.”

“Oh, yeah. I heal faster than most people, so.” He shrugged, sitting up and stretching.

“Oh right, you’re a superhero and whatever,” you teased. He flipped you off as he picked up the suit.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked carefully.

“Really good. Better than I have in a long time,” Peter said, a little shyly. “You?”

You nodded, relieved he felt the same. “Yeah. Same. Do you think it’s because . . . ?”

“I don’t see how it couldn’t be,” Peter said. The two of you mulled that over silently while he changed before he said, “I should probably go before May comes into my room and sees a disturbing lack of me.”

“Okay.” You watched as he opened your window, pausing there for a second before he turned back.

“Is it weird that I don’t want to leave you?” he asked quietly.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, because I don’t want you to leave either. But you have to, and I’ll see you in like an hour at school anyway.”

He nodded. “Right, right. Okay. See you.” With one last grin, he leaped out of your window, and your heart stopped for a second until you heard the thwip of his web hitting the side of a building.

A few seconds later he reappeared, and as he prepared to swing again, he turned and waved. Still smiling, you lifted a hand and waved back.

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haechanhearts · 7 years ago

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a trick or a treat

pairing: renjun x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: fluff?, angst? kind of?

warnings: all lowercase??

synopsis: you go trick or treating with renjun, who’s know what will happen??

“do you have your costume ready, y/n?” renjun asks you over the phone.

“uh.. no? i didn’t think we would be going trick or treating this year.” you respond slowly.

you were currently laying down in your room, trying to catch up on some homework. halloween was in about a week, but you didn’t really care about it to be honest. school was stressful, and that’s what you needed to focus on at the moment.

“what would make you think that?” renjun asks, surprised.

“oh i don’t know! maybe it’s because we haven’t gone in the past two years? or maybe it’s because we’re too old?” you say.

you suddenly hear the most exaggerated gasp coming from renjun, through the phone. chuckling a bit, you show a small smile.

“y/n, the only reason we haven’t gone, is because something came up on halloween. like i had to babysit, that one time, and you were puking all night two years ago.” renjun reminds you.

“mhmm. and this year, i’ve got a whole bunch of homework, so..”

“alright, y/n! this is what we’re going to do. you are going to find a costume. you are going to complete your homework. and you are going to go trick or treating with me. deal?”

“renjun, it really isn’t that simple. look, i’m going to try my hardest to get all of this homework out of the way, but if it doesn’t happen, i’m sorry renjun but i can’t go with you.” you tell him truthfully.

“fine! just know that if i don’t get to go trick or treating this year because of you, i’m not doing your christmas movie marathon.” renjun exclaimed.

eventually ending the call, you quickly went online to look at some of the costumes that were on sale. scrolling through page after page, there was nothing that caught your eye. Everything was just a variety of sexy this or sexy that, but all you wanted was to be comfortable.

going back to do your homework, you tried to complete as much as you could, just for renjun. the next few days consisted of renjun nagging about your halloween costume. renjun didn’t want to tell you what he was dressing up as, because apparently, you will be amazed. you dragged renjun to a store to buy some animal onesie that they sold.

“It’s between a unicorn or a dragon, renjun. you have to help me choose.” you say as you walk out of the dressing room. you thought you looked silly in both of the costumes, but nevertheless, you wanted renjun’s opinion on the two “costumes”.

laughing a little while looking at renjun, you cover your face slightly to hide your embarrassment.

“I think both of them are ridiculous. but i like them on you.” he states nonchalantly.

“i mean, like, you look silly in them, and it works because they’re just some random costumes. not that i like them on you specifically, although you do look ador-” he continues quickly.

“alright renjun, i get it. gosh you’re such a dork! just help me choose a costume!” you tell him while ruffling up his hair a bit.

“uh.. i like the dragon!” he responds shyly.

you finally purchase your “costume” and drag renjun out of the store, but not before stopping near the exit where you see bags of candy corn.

“renjun. will you please please go and buy this for me? i’ll pay you back, i just don’t want to wait in line again.” you ask him.

rolling his eyes, he grabs the bag from your hands and jogs to the line. smiling, you wait outside of the store.

“let’s go.” renjun says while walking in front of you, after tossing the bag of candy corn in your direction. instantly perking up, you open the bag and grab a few to munch on while you walk home. grabbing a few more, you put it in renjun’s direction, indicating that you wanted him to eat some.

he turns his head the other way, not accepting your offer. “renjun! eat some! i know you like cand corn! remember that these are seasonal and you won’t get these for a while.” you convince him. he slowly opens his mouth so you pop two pieces of the candy in it with a smile on your face.

“halloween is in two days, y/n. We’re going trick or treating, right?” renjun suddenly asks.

nodding your head yes, you show him a smile with candy corn still in your mouth.

“i think i’m all caught up with school, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” you tell him.

pulling you into a side hug, renjun says, “great! we both have our costumes! i’m so excited!”

on halloween night, you quickly got ready to go trick or treating. looking in the mirror, you thought you looked ridiculous, but renjun seemed to like it so you decided that it was cute enough to wear. you place the hood of the onesie on before you hear the doorbell to your house ring. you assume that it was renjun because you checked the time and it was about the time renjun said he would be arriving. as soon as you open the door, you were greeted by a few loud “trick or treat!” that were yelled by a group of kids. they startled you quite a bit, resulting in a small jump, but nevertheless, you grab the large bowl of candy that was placed next to the door and grab a handful to put in each child’s bag. a series of thank you’s were said before the group of kids scurried to the next house down the street.

closing the door, you take a seat on your couch waiting for renjun to text you that he arrived. You eventually hear your doorbell ring once again, so you get up and grab the bowl once more. opening the door, you weren’t greeted by any children, but instead a teenage boy in a moomin costume.

“trick or treat?” renjun mocked before showing you a smile. you suddenly died of laughter after you were able to take in what he was wearing.

“you look cute, renjun!” you exclaim before grabbing his arm and dragging him out towards the sidewalk. You didn’t know this, but while renjun was trailing behind you, a small blush dusted across his cheeks.

“you look cute too, y/n” he mutters under his breath so you didn’t catch it, but that pink on his cheeks would have turned a crimson if you did.

“where should we start? i overheard my little sister say that the houses with the best candy is three streets down.” you inquire while finally letting go of renjun’s arm. the sudden loss of contact resulted in renjun slightly pouting. quickly recovering, he puts his arm over your shoulders before saying, “we can go wherever you want! i just want to spend some time with you!”

“aww, that’s sweet! we can pass this street and start from there, okay?” you beamed while leaning into renjun a little bit.

finally arriving to the first house, both and renjun emmit a “trick or treat!” to which you both recieved handfuls of candy. you carried on with this until both of your bags were full. admittedly, some people didn’t give you candy because apparently you and renjun were “too old to be trick or treating”. you weren’t upset, but you had to make sure renjun didn’t fight them right then and there. it was definitely a sight to see.

the last place you stopped by was the library. it seemed strange, but when you and renjun were young, the library always gave out full sized candy bars, and that isn’t an opportunity you wanted to miss. once you finally got the last of the candy, you settled down in one of the seats in the library. it was a cozy atmosphere, with the lights and heater contrasting from the dark, cold night. renjun took a seat across from you. taking a glance at him, you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable costume for the fifth time this night.

renjun peered into his bag and pulled out two chocolate bars. he opened one slightly and handed to you, before doing the same to his. grabbing it from renjun’s hands, you take a large bite, savoring the sweet flavor.

“y/n, i’ve been meaning to tell you something.” renjun suddenly mentions out of the blue.

“what’s up?” you respond, while finishing the candy.

“um, this might be awkward, and i want you to tell me if this ruins everything, and that it you hate me, okay?” you nod your head, suddenly extremely curious about what he has to say.

“alright, well, i like you, y/n. like so much. and i just wanted to tell you that.” renjun rambles slightly.

“really?”

“yes. i really do.”

“okay. come help me choose a book to check out.”

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god--baby · 7 years ago

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get in pt 13 (sfw)

Henry Bowers x ambiguously gendered reader Patrick Hockstetter x oc Vic Criss x oc

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previously on: sophia wants to move in together, you and henry get jobs, butch beats henry

summary: sophia finds a house that looks perfect, you all go see it. also, the sweetest van in existence

word count: 2073

tag list: @heckstetter @itaddict @starchildmarggu @galaxy-moon @frostwolfie2936 @kylorans @violetdawn-k @cordysblog @itwasmathilda @passionfortrashin

The next few weeks was a whirlwind of work and getting ready for finals. Turned out Josh wasn’t just smart in his own way, he was a damn decent tutor, helping out Belch and Henry with their studying.

Sophia was alight, looking for rental listings in Portland, trying to find something perfect for all of you, even though Belch and Vic were still hesitant.

You knew they’d come around, though. Henry was talking about it every chance he got. You could see it in his eyes — he had hope. He was going to finally leave his fucked-up home and make a new one.

And you were going to be there with him, every step of the way.

“Dad doesn’t think I’ll actually do it,” he said one day on the phone. “Busted me a good one for bringing it up.”

“Jesus, Henry. Just wait, he’ll see. He’ll see.”

“Yeah, he will.”

You sat your parents down one Sunday after work.

“I’m gonna move out,” you said.

“When? Where are you going?” your mother asked.

“Portland. After graduation. I’m not gonna go to college, not for a while, at least, probably. But Sophia is, and I’m gonna move in with her and Patrick and Henry.”

“Are you sure you want to move in with him?” asked your father. “Things are different when you live with someone.”

“I’m sure. Listen, Henry’s… Henry’s got a really bad home life. His dad — his dad beats him. I just want to give him a better life than that. I want to be there for him.”

Your parents were quiet for a long moment.

“Oh, honey,” your mother said. “We didn’t know.”

“Why would you? He’s a police officer. It’s not like it’s something they could ever be open about.”

“That… explains a lot. About both of them,” said your father, obviously uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you said.

You wondered what signs they’d seen that you’d missed. Not that it mattered now that you knew.

“I hope you’ll understand,” you said. “I love him, and I want to live with him.”

“Do you have any plans of where you’ll live? Are you getting an apartment or a house?” your mother asked.

“Sophia’s looking at houses. Hopefully she’ll find something that’ll fit all of us.”

“All of you?”

“The whole group. We want Vic and his boyfriend and Belch to live with us, too.”

Your father laughed.

“What a house that’ll be,” he said.

You smiled.

“It’ll be a mess, for sure. But… it’ll be our mess. I really want this.”

Your mother mimicked your smile.

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” she said.

“So… is that okay?”

“Honey, you’re eighteen. You can do what you want. Just, I guess, make sure this is what you really want.”

“Well, I have time to think about it. But I’m pretty sure.”

“Okay, then. We’ll help you as much as we can,” your father said.

You got up and hugged him. Your mother joined in.

“Thank you so, so much,” you said into your father’s shoulder.

“Of course, kiddo,” he said.

The next day as you got into Sophia’s car to go to school, there was a small stack of papers on your seat. You picked them up and got settled.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Oh, that? That might be our house,” she said, smiling. “I got the landlady to fax over some more info and pictures of it. I think it’s perfect.”

You looked over your shoulder at Patrick. He was the only other one in the car — Vic and Henry rode with Belch, usually. He was smiling at you, sleepy, and far less sinister than he was most of the time.

“Oh yeah?” you asked.

You began flipping through the papers, looking at the add in a paper from Portland, advertising a four-bedroom, two baths near campus. Sure enough, there were pictures. It looked perfect, but you weren’t sold just yet.

“Looks good,” you said. “Can we go see it?”

“I was thinking we all take the day off one day this weekend and drive down,” she said. “Make a day out of it. Check out the town, hang out.”

“See if we can get jobs?”

“Sure.”

“Cool,” you said, sighing.

When you got to school, you caught up with the rest of the guys. Vic and Josh were holding hands and smoking, and Vic’s eyes lit up when he saw you and Sophia.

“We decided,” he said.

“Oh, yeah?” you said. “What?”

“We’ll move in with you.”

“You guys!” Sophia squealed, jumping up and down a few times. “I knew you would!”

“On one condition,” said Josh.

“Okay?”

“We don’t get a room next to you and Patrick. No offense, we just don’t want to hear you fucking all the time,” said Vic, his eyes sparkling.

Belch stopped chewing on his fingertip long enough to say, “I can soundproof their room.”

Josh beamed.

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem.”

“Well, then, look at this,” said Sophia, holding out the papers.

She handed them to Henry, talking about the house, the back yard. The neighborhood. Anything she could think of to sell everyone on it.

Henry looked over the pictures, then passed them around. He looked more excited than he ever had about the prospect of moving in together, and you understood why. This house, this very real house, made it more of a possibility than it had been before.

He grinned at you and you smiled back, leaning in to give him a short kiss.

“You like it, baby?” he asked.

“I do. Sophia, hey Sophia. You wanna tell them your plan for the weekend?”

“Yeah! I was thinking we could all take either Saturday or Sunday off and drive down to see the place. What do you guys say?”

“What, take both cars?” asked Josh.

“No, my uncle in Bangor has a van we can borrow. I can pick it up the night before with Patrick,” she said.

“Well, then. I guess we’re all taking a day off,” you said.

And you did. You all ended up at Sophia’s house on Saturday morning, looking at a frankly glorious van. There was a wizard and a unicorn painted on the side.

“You said this was your uncle’s?” you asked.

“Yep.”

You paused.

“Just how much does your uncle smoke?”

“None, not anymore. Besides, he told me a long time ago that smoking weed felt like having a really nice glass of wine. That was a lie.”

“Maybe things were different back when he was smoking?” said Belch.

“They probably were,” said Josh. “Things grow and develop really fast. You’d be amazed.”

Everyone let out a huh, and then piled into the van. Sophia was driving, and you were up front with her since the passenger seat still wasn’t far enough away for Patrick to stop being himself.

It took slightly more than two hours and a lot of wrong turns to get there, but Belch read the map carefully, sitting between the two of you and telling Sophia where to go.

You ended up in front of the house, with the landlady hanging out on the front porch.

You all got out of the van, stretching and grumbling just a little bit.

As it turned out, the house was as perfect as it looked. There was a fucking window seat in the living room, for fuck’s sake. There was an attic room that Belch took a shine to, two on the second floor, and one on the bottom floor. One on the second floor was just a little bit bigger than the others, and like children, everyone squabbled over who got it. Henry won in the end, everyone easily bowing to him.

It had a good front and back porch, a decent back yard with a big tree in the middle.

The landlady gave you the rundown on rent and utilities, trash, how she’d tell you before showing up. You were grateful for that — it wouldn’t be great if someone was fucking when they should be talking to her. You glanced at Sophia with that thought, and she was already looking at you, an eyebrow cocked. You had to hold back a laugh.

“The lease would start in June,” said the landlady. Her name was Jo.

“Holy shit — oh, sorry,” you said. “Sorry, that’s just so soon.”

School ended at the end of May, only a few weeks away.

“Honey, I swear like a sailor,” said Jo. “But yes, it is soon. I’m not very flexible on that, though. It’s the beginning of June or nothing.”

“Well, guys, what do you say? Is this the place?” asked Sophia.

“Yeah,” said Belch without a second thought. “Hank?”

Everyone looked at you and Henry. Henry looked so excited he could puke.

“Yeah,” he said. “This is our house.”

“Glad to hear it,” said Jo. “We got some paperwork to sign, and then you’ll be on your way. We’ll also set up a day for move in.”

After all was said and done and all of you were back in the van, none of you could stop talking. You swapped seats with Belch so he could navigate better, and you sat on the floor with Henry laying in between your legs. You played with his hair, listening to everyone go on about how perfect the house was, how brilliant Sophia was for finding it all by herself. She glowed in the compliments but didn’t let it distract her from driving.

You slowly drove around Portland, getting a feel for the town. It wasn’t that much unlike Derry, just bigger and a little more full of people roughly your age. The college campus was sprawling, covered in trees and people lounging around, in the middle of spring classes and workshops.

You drove past restaurants and shops, betting anything that you could get a job, use the fact that you were there in June and not going anywhere for a while to get the job.

Henry looked up at you, grinning.

It was all possible. The world lay at your feet, and you were going to explore it together.

You got back to Derry late in the afternoon, having stopped in some small town on the way back for lunch. You dropped off the van at Sophia’s place and drove out to the quarry to hang out and just talk, since none of you had anything else to do for the rest of the day.

“I can’t believe you found the perfect house,” you said to Sophia.

She was leaning up against the Trans Am, one of your cigarettes between her lips. She exhaled, smoke funneling out of her mouth in a short stream.

“It took a lot of looking, honestly. That on top of homework, and I thought I was gonna go crazy. But when I saw the ad for that one, I just. I got this feeling, like it had to be right.”

“You keep getting those feelings, listen to them,” said Henry.

“Oh, I will. How do you think I ended up saying yes to Patrick?” she asked.

“God, what did your gut tell you about him? Run or get the dicking of your life?” asked Vic.

“Something like that,” said Sophia. “Glad I didn’t run, though.”

“Mm hm,” said Patrick, putting his arm around her. “You love me.”

“Something like that,” she repeated.

He shrugged, like that was good enough for him.

“You really think you can soundproof their room, man?” Josh asked Belch.

“Should be easy. We just need a lot of foam. Easy.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

When you went home, you kissed Henry goodbye, going inside. Your parents were waiting on you.

“How’d it go?” your father asked.

“Oh, my god. It’s perfect. We signed. We move in at the beginning of June.”

“That’s so fast,” said your mother.

“I know,” you said. “But it was either that or find somewhere else.”

“Well, it’ll be good,” your father said. “You can get jobs that other kids have just left to go home.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” you said.

You kept talking all through dinner, the happiest you’d been around them in a long time. It was nice, how they were getting used to the idea of you and Henry together, how they were willing to help you leave this town.

You went to bed and stared at the ceiling, a big, sloppy smile on your face.

It was happening. It was really happening.

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ruffoverthinksthings · 8 years ago

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Disney: Please Run with Dizzy being the “Little Sister” character for all the VKs

Have Evie hire her for her new clothing business and make the two of them spend time working on projects, marketing campaigns, and going to social events together and constantly praising the other’s work, designing each other’s outfits, and working together to help make Auradon more fabulous and daring.

Make them hang out a lot, with Evie offering Dizzy advice about dating, make-up, and feminine problems because obviously Dizzy is on the brink of or in the throes of puberty, and that’s a messy business on the Isle where these things aren’t really talked about, nor do they have the proper supplies.

Have bad days for Dizzy, where at the end of them she knocks on Mal and Evie’s door, she asks to sleep with Evie, and they cuddle and talk about her problems until they fall asleep, while Mal goes off to the kitchen and comes back later with snacks.

“What are these?” Dizzy asks.

“Chocolate chip cookies,” Mal replies, “they’re supposed to make you feel better.”

Have Carlos help Dizzy with her homework, geek out together over technology and dogs, and teach her how to sew electronics into fabric so they can make matching light-up jackets in “Dalmatian” black and white and “rainbow unicorn puke.”

Get Jay to acquire (legally or otherwise) useful trinkets and components for her projects. Have Dizzy ride on his shoulders some days. Have her design a banner to cheer Jay on and it’s some sort of symbolism of him being the fist on a giant Auradon Fighting Knight.

Please don’t let her fade into obscurity. There’s so much potential to show the nicer side of the VKs and adorableness. Show that they cared about other people long before Auradon.

#disney #descendants #author's note

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kadtherine · 8 years ago

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Unsurprisingly, the arrival of the Power Rangers in Angel Grove brought even more rumours to the small town than it had before. Some called them reckless vigilantes, others spoke of a government experiment gone rogue. A few were sure they were aliens; fewer dared to call them heroes. Unsurprisingly, the sudden camaraderie that had formed out of necessity – people tended to band together whenever some gold obsessed lady tried to level the town in search of a crystal – disappeared as soon as the reconstruction ended. Angel Grove’s local high school reopening had proved this loss of solidarity further. Trini had never hated living in a small town as much as she did now. For some reason that she couldn’t begin to comprehend, everyone – she did mean everyone – seemed to be obsessed with Jason Scott. Being obsessed with Jason Grace – also known as Angel Grove’s former Golden Boy – also meant taking an interest in the things he did, the people he talked to and other stupid stuff white people seemed to find fascinating.

She wouldn’t have been bothered by it if she weren’t one of the people Jason Scott talked to. Trini was sure he wasn’t conscious – the boy was too oblivious for his own good - of the way his former teammates would look at her whenever he’d appear at her side in the hallways. He sure didn’t notice the cheerleaders’ loud whispers whenever he would nonchalantly wrap an arm around his shoulder, muttering something about getting together at the Krispy Kreme after school. Trini did notice the dirty looks and sneers that followed her whenever he’d leave her. While she liked to think that she didn’t need his protection or his constant presence by her side – the Red Ranger would agree to disagree, if he were present – Jason would always divert the attention back to him. Again, Trini didn’t know if he were aware of it and doing it on purpose, but she was grateful for it nevertheless – not that she’d admit it.

Adjusting her headphone onto her ears, Trini pushed through the crowd to the way to her locker, ignoring the glares she received and praying for her lost invisibility to come back. No such luck, she thought as she jumped over an extended leg, stiffening a smirk at the jock’s defeated groan. With a satisfied hum, she began bobbing her head at Cobain’s screaming in her ears, trying to ignore the weight of the glares following her. Sighing, Trini pushed back her beanie and held tightly onto her bag’s straps, not bothering to hide her disgust at the couple groping and grinding onto each other in a dark corner before she get out her phone to share her thoughts on the subject with Zack.

It’s the 21st century; I would’ve thought that the Straights would be able to control themselves by now

It didn’t take long for the ever-absent ranger to reply.

‘That’s heterophobia, I’m suing.”

Trini couldn’t help her snort at the quip, shoving the device in her back pocket before catching a flying can and throwing it back to wherever it had came from. As she arrived nearby her locker, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked up, only to freeze in her tracks at the sight. Her locker definitely hadn’t looked like that when she had left school Friday. The crudes drawings and insults she had gotten used to were now gone, covered by several layers of bright yellow paint that almost matched her armour. Subtle, Trini thought with an amused snort, a small smile tugging at her lips, as she got closer to it. In plus of being freshly repainted, patches and smirking emojis had been stuck onto the door. She couldn’t help an incredulous chuckle when she took notice of the Yellow Power Ranger in the corner, almost blending into the locker. Her head tilted to the side, the tips of her fingers traced each letter of her name, neatly written in blue calligraphy.

“Pretty cool, right?”

Trini didn’t jump at the sound of her team leader’s – her friend – voice. She didn’t give Jason the satisfaction. Her eyes widening was enough for him to realize he had taken her by surprise. Seeing the smug smirk plastered on his face, Trini found herself thinking that maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as he pretended to be. Jason leaned again the row of lockers, his arms crossed and his good leg supporting the most of his weight.

“Zack wanted to draw an unicorn across your locker and used one of your photos as its face. I stopped him and convinced him to draw that rainbow instead,” he said, his fingers tapping against the cheery cloud puking bright colours the length of her locker door.

Trini rolled his eyes at him, quickly undoing the latch of her locker as she heard the five-minute bell.

“Thank you, oh fearless leader for saving me from the last form of embarrassment,” she sarcastically drawled out, taking out her biology book and throwing it in Jason’s direction for him to catch. Wrinkling her nose, she tilted her head to the side, “Wait, are you telling me that Zack Taylor willingly stepped onto school grounds?”

“I think he was bored,” Jason shrugged, cradling her book and his own to his chest.

Trini hummed, grabbing a notebook and a couple of pens out of her locker, tucking one behind each ear, before she shoved her backpack into it and locked it. Again, she couldn’t help the twitch of her lips at the sight of the patches. Knocking with a knuckle against the Power Ranger patch, she then turned to Jason and lifted an eyebrow at her.

“Where did you get this? Kim?”

“Pearl, actually,” he corrected, his previous smirk turning into a genuine smile at the mention of the younger Scott, “for some reason, she’s opposed with the Yellow and Pink Rangers,” he added in a teasing tone, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“That’s because she got her head screwed on right,” Trini retorted, patting his cheek with unnecessary force. She responded to his glare with a smirk, prying her book out of his grasp, “You should take notes from her, Scott.”

He faked a laugh, rolling his eyes at her as he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. Trini’s smirk slowly vanished as she drummed her fingers against the hardcover of her textbook, under Jason’s annoyingly familiar – and unnecessary – concerned gaze. Clearing her throat, she pushed back her shoulders and shot him a small, yet genuine, smile.

“Thank you for this, by the way. To all of you. Including Pearl.”

The grin she got in return nearly blinded. Trini didn’t think it was worth it. Nor did she think that Jason had a really nice smile. None of it was worth it. She forced down the urge to shield her eyes, she settled for bowing her head, staring at her worn-out, yet, yellow DocMartens. Wow. It was like they didn’t even try to be inconspicuous. Giving a small knock against the locker, Jason pushed himself off of it. Trini almost didn’t notice the grimace that came onto his face when both of his feet touched the ground. Almost. He cleared his throat, stuffing his clenched fists into his pockets and plastering a smile on his friend.

“What are friends for?”

Trini’s smile widened, Jason’s previous discomfort momentarily forgotten, before it twisted back into a frown.

“Hey, just out of curiosity,” she tilted her head to the side, “I’m not going find Billy’s and Kim’s lockers both painted blue and pink, am I?”

“Ha!” Jason huffed out a laugh, “Might as well go the authorities and tell them that I, along four other teenagers, find a spaceship underground, gain superpowers and defeated the alien that attacked the town less than a month ago,” his smirk widened at Trini’s eye roll, “We may be dumbasses, but we’re not complete idiots.”

“Right,” she gave a small nod, mimicking his smirk, “Gotta keep our secret identities a secret.”

Jason approvingly clinked his tongue and winked at her, letting out a chuckle at her aggravated groan. His eyes widened at the sound of the last-minute bell, letting out a whispered ‘shit’ before going down sprinting down the halls. Mr Harrison, Angel Grove’s old, bitter and teens-hating History teacher, poked his head out of his classroom, scowling down at him.

“No running, Scott!”

“Yep,” Jason nodded, halting to a stop before resuming his walk – a limp in his step, “Sorry, sir.”

“Dumbass,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Heard that,” he called back without turning around.

“You were meant to.”

Her laughter died in her throat when Harrison turned to glower at her, his perpetual scowl plastered on his face.

“Don’t you have a class to go to, Miss Gomez?” he spat.

Plastering a sweet smile on, Trini made sure to keep her gaze locked into his as she walked into the opened classroom in front of her. Snickering at the glowers she received from the cheerleading squad, she gave them a wave before discreetly changing the gesture into a more obscene one. Ignoring their outraged gasps and the loud, familiar whispers that followed, Trini slid down in the free chair next to Kim, hiding a smile when the latter unconsciously made some place on their work station while frantically finishing her homework. Letting out a satisfied sigh, she crossed her arms over the table and laid her head on them., her eyes closed. Friends, Jason had called them and much, to her dismay, Trini hadn’t been able to stop the goofy smile that had stretched over her face nor the pleasing and warm feeling at the bottom of her stomach at the honorific. She supposed that was what having friends felt like. She supposed that having friends was worth the loud whispers and the glares and the newfound visibility. If that was what friendship was, Trini supposed it wasn’t so bad.

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