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.fairytale of new york | four.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 4937

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, oral (male recieving) age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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Y/N

October rolled around quickly, the weather becoming colder and the nights becoming longer and darker than before. Less than a week had passed since your rendezvous with Bucky in the university library, and it was all you had been able to think about. You had never done something so scandalous before, something so risky. It was that which terrified you, how you could’ve been caught at any moment, yet that was also the thing that thrilled you more than anything else.

The next day you had been cuddled up under the covers in your room with Wanda and Yelena watching some sappy romance movie when your phone screen had lit up. Wanda passed it to you without even looking at it, and as soon as you saw the message you were thankful that she hadn’t.

Bucky (Prof. Barnes) Can’t stop thinking about yesterday and last night. The bed feels empty without you.

You were certain that had you not turned the lights off for the movie, both Yelena and Wanda would have seen the blush that rose up on your cheeks, likely the same red as Wanda’s pyjamas. They did, however, catch the smile that crept up your cheeks to kiss the corners of your eyes, and that was something that they wouldn’t let go.

“Will you just tell us what’s got you so happy already?” Wanda asked, leaning forward to pause the movie. “Because you haven’t stopped grinning since breakfast.”

“I actually think this grin is bigger than before even,” Yelena interjected, rolling over and using her arm as a pillow as they both stared at you expectantly.

“It’s nothing, really,” you lied, trying to straighten your face, but failing entirely.

“Yes, I was correct. Much bigger.” It was an off-hand comment, perhaps meant as a joke if you knew Yelena well enough, but the truth was that she was right. Ever since leaving the library the night before and sliding into the passenger seat of Bucky’s car, his hand planted firmly on your thigh the entire drive through the city, The Neighbourhood playing softly through the speakers, you hadn’t been able to stop smiling. That text was simply a reminder of how happy you really were.

Of course, it was complicated. He wasn’t your boyfriend, there was no possible chance of that happening, and he certainly wasn’t the type that you could take home to meet your parents over Christmas break or gush about to your friends. But he was still yours, even if only in the shadows. You wanted to know everything about him, you thought about him all of the time, and now it seemed he felt the same way. It wasn’t love, it was lust with passion but also a hint of affection. It was sex and fucking, with quiet moments of him playing with your hair as you fell asleep on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

It wasn’t something that could last, but you would enjoy every second of it whilst you had it.

“Is this about that boy?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly, as if she already knew the answer. “Did you see him again?”

Whilst you had told your friends about the conversation that you’d had with Bucky back in his office all those weeks ago, you hadn’t explicitly told them that it was Bucky, or what had happened after the conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell them, explain everything to them from the moment that you had walked into that bar on the very first night, but you knew that you couldn’t - it was too much of a risk, not for you, but for him.

“Yeah, I did see him again,” you replied, hoping that they wouldn’t ask too many questions. You were wrong of course - you really should’ve known better from them.

“What?” Yelena asked, dragging the word out as she sat up to look at you properly. With the two of them looking at you like that you felt almost as if you were on trial, about to be sentenced for a crime that they didn’t even know you’d committed. They didn’t know the extent that your sins went, and they wouldn’t if you had anything to say about it.

“Yeah, yesterday in the library,” you explained, giggling slightly as you thought back to the ruckus that you and Bucky had created between the bookshelves. “He helped me with my analysis, and then…”

You paused for a moment, wondering if you should tell them what had happened after that, finally deciding that they might as well know some of the details if they weren’t party to knowing who they were about.

“Then?” Wanda urged, flapping her hands in a motion to suggest she wanted you to continue.

“Then we slept together,” you finally blurted out, almost as if it were a confession that you were ashamed of, when in truth, you could never be ashamed of Bucky.

“You did what?” Wanda squealed, and Yelena nodded approvingly.

“I told you, fucking to get it out of your system works every time. I’m proud that you took him home,” she said, clearly content that you had taken her advice.

“Well…” you mumbled, catching Yelena’s attention who glared at you with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t exactly take him home at first.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda asked, clearly not piecing together what Yelena already had based on her shocked expression. “You said you slept with him.”

“Well, yes, I did go home with him eventually,” you said slowly. “But did you know that there are some parts of the library, especially upstairs, that are basically abandoned?”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yeah, we did,” you chuckled to yourself. Your two friends laid back down in bed, one on either side of you, their expressions the perfect picture of astonishment.

“When are we going to get to meet this mystery boy then?” Wanda asked, wiggling her eyebrows. You simply shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll bring him over one day,” you lied as you leaned forward and clicked play on the movie again.

A few moments later a knock at your bedroom door caught your attention and the three of you looked up to find MJ hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

“Shuri wanted me to let you guys know that we’re apparently having a party tonight,” she mumbled, her face stoic. “Not that I really want a party, but apparently it’s been decided.”

Yelena was clearly excited by this prospect, although you weren’t as enthused. You had really wanted a relaxed evening, and perhaps there was a small sliver of hope that Bucky would text again asking you back to his place that night. A party was the last thing on your mind.

Bucky (Prof. Barnes) I’m sorry I can’t see you tonight doll. I’ve gotta go to some student faculty fundraiser. Tomorrow?

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to see Bucky that night, but with the loud music raging on and the drinks flowing it was easy to distract yourself. A game of spin the bottle was being played on the living room floor, whilst Yelena was hooking up with some girl she’d met five minutes ago in the kitchen. MJ curled up in a chair with a vodka and orange soda, clearly waiting for the entire debacle to be over with, whilst Kate and Wanda made everyone drinks at what they were calling the ‘drinks station’ even though it was simply the coffee table in the lounge pushed against the wall with every bottle of alcohol they could find sitting on top next to 101 red plastic cups. Of course Liz and her posse had joined; the more time you spent in a class with them, the more they annoyed you, and you weren’t sure how you had ever contemplated being friends with them in the first place. She, like her friends, were sat front and centre of the party discussing the presents that her daddy had bought her for her birthday last week, all expensive, all unnecessary.

You on the other hand were perched on the couch simply taking in everything around you. The music was blasting from the speakers so loud that you were certain you’d get a complaint from the student union in the morning, but no one seemed to care. Everyone was having fun.

MJ had introduced you to her boyfriend Peter and his best friend Ned who were studying Physics, and had inadvertently turned your hallway into a meeting place for anyone willing to discuss Star Wars with them. A girl named Karli had introduced herself, immediately rushing into a conversation about politics with another girl named Monica, one which you had quickly excused yourself from to find your spot on the couch. It was chaotic, but in the best way; your first college party.

Two hands landed harshly on your shoulders causing you to jump, startled, turning around to find Yelena and the girl that she’d found for the night.

“I heard something!” She grinned, throwing herself over the back of the couch and motioning for the girl to join us. “I heard Shuri has planned an insane prank!”

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you took a sip of your beer, now warm and flat. “What might that be?”

“Something about pretending to be The Dean and inviting one of the professors to the party,” she chuckled, pulling a joint from her pocket and lighting it up, taking a puff and passing it to the girl she was with. You squinted your eyes suspiciously, looking over at your best friend.

“Which one?” You asked, but she simply shrugged.

“No idea,” she replied. “Apparently they’re cute though.”

With that she turned back to the girl, taking the joint from her once again, planting a kiss on her lips, and you simply resigned yourself to a night watching others enjoy themselves, chugging beer on the couch alone.

Bucky

Bucky stared down at his phone, looking at the email from Dean Fury, and then back up at the building that he’d found himself outside. The address was certainly correct, but the building that he’d found himself at didn’t exactly seem like the appropriate location for a student and faculty fundraiser. For a second he considered going home, or double checking with The Dean to make sure it was the correct place, but changed his mind; surely Dean Fury wouldn’t send him to the wrong place?

He made his way up the stairs and into the lobby. There were already people there, seemingly coming from the open elevator. He frowned as he watched them leave; they all seemed young, and very drunk. Slipping between the elevator doors, he clicked the button for the third floor, waiting as it moved upwards until finally the doors opened.

The hallway that he found himself on was small, with peeling wallpaper on either side, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Instead, he was focused on the few drunk students that were hovering there, most clearly underage with plastic cups in their hands which, if he knew anything about students, definitely contained alcohol.

He pushed through to the door that said 3B, the apartment that he was told the event was being held, and let himself inside. The music was blaring, and there were people everywhere, but from what he could see, none of his co-workers, or even a single member of the faculty were present anywhere. It definitely seemed like a student rager. A cheer erupted as he slowly but surely walked further into the apartment, coming to a stop as all heads turned to him, and he was left standing in the hallway in complete and utter confusion, until he caught a pair of familiar eyes.

Y/N

The room erupted into a cheer, every single head turning towards the door to the apartment. You clambered to get a good view at what they were looking at, gripping your beer tightly in your hand, but there were too many heads in the way. You saw Shuri rushing to whisper with Kate who burst out laughing, but you still didn’t understand the joke; was it the professor that Shuri had invited as a prank?

“Oh my gosh!” Yelena squealed as she pushed herself up onto her knees to peer over the other people.

“What?” You asked, frantically trying to see through the hoard of people, not wanting to be the only person to miss the joke. “Who is it?”

“It’s Professor Barnes!”

You froze, unsure if you had heard her correctly, a small ‘what?’ escaping from your lips as you followed suit and pushed yourself up onto your knees to crane over the heads of your fellow students.

That was when you saw him, standing in the hallway, confusion written across his handsome features. He looked formal, wearing a suit, his hair pulled back, no glasses instead presumably wearing contacts.

But there was only one thought that ran through your mind in that moment, and it wasn’t how good he looked.

Not him, you thought. Anyone but him. He doesn’t deserve this.

His eyes caught yours, and for a second everything around you seemed to slow, almost as if you were in a movie. The music and chatter from your peers downed out, your only focus now on him, on Bucky, on making sure that he was ok.

Without thinking you pushed yourself from the couch, squeezing through the crowd that was going back to their previous conversations, until you found yourself directly in front of him, his eyes trained on yours. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the now empty kitchen.

When you were finally out of view of the other students, leaning around the corner to make sure no one was watching, you turned to him. His eyebrows were still knitted together in confusion, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at the ends of his suit jacket.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?” His voice was concerned, his eyes darting towards the lounge where your friends and guests were still getting drunk. All you could do was sigh.

“My roommate thought it would be a good prank,” you explained awkwardly, grabbing yourself another beer from the fridge before fishing the good whiskey from the top shelf. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be you.”

Bucky leaned against the counter, running his hand through his hair as he watched you prepare drinks. “It’s ok,” he mumbled. “At least you’re here.”

You chuckled, handing him a drink, moving closer to him slowly, taking a swig of your beer. He glanced down into the cup, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip, smiling with a small chuckle as he realised what you’d made him.

“Whiskey neat?” He asked, placing the cup on the counter and pulling you close by your waist, looking down at you with affectionate eyes. “You remembered.”

“How could I forget your drink of choice?” You laughed, leaning upwards to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was tender, sweet, different to the kisses you’d shared before. He dragged your bottom lip through his teeth and you parted your lips, allowing him the access that he was asking for.

“Professor Barnes!” You heard Kate’s voice call from the lounge, and the two of you pulled apart, and you rushed to the other side of the kitchen as your roommate appeared at the counter. “Come play a game with us?”

Bucky glanced over at you, and you simply shrugged, leaving it open to him to decide whatever he wanted to do. He snorted, finishing off his whiskey in one go before turning to you completely.

“I’m here now, I might as well enjoy myself,” he chuckled. “But here’s the deal, no one can know I was here, and I’m going to need another whiskey.”

The circle that partook in the game was small, but the crowd that was watching was much bigger. You awkwardly sat between Bucky and Kate as they decided what game they were going to play, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for the opportunity to somehow get the both of you out of the situation that you’d found yourselves in.

“What about ring of fire?” Wanda suggested, but Yelena was quick to shut it down.

“We don’t have any cards, dummy.”

“Truth or dare?” Kate suggested, but Shuri disagreed. Finally Yelena came up with the plan.

“Never have I ever.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone else slowly nodded, but you could sense the panic that Bucky was beginning to feel. He wasn’t a teenager, wasn’t a student, and whilst you didn’t know that much about his past, you were sure there were certain things that he didn’t want to divulge in front of a group of his students.

“‘Lena, come on,” you tried to argue. “Professor Barnes is here, can’t we play something a little more…grown up?”

But the others disagreed, and before you knew it the game was in full swing. It began with a rather boring question, “never have I ever drank vodka straight”, to which almost everyone in the circle drank besides MJ and Peter. But after that, the questions began to get juicier.

“Never have I ever had sex in a car.”

“Never have I ever had a threesome.”

“Never have I ever slept with a person 20 years older than me.”

You took little sips for every thing that you had done, and from the corner of your eye you caught Bucky doing the same, laughing at each option, seemingly having fun. It was a completely different Bucky to the one that you had seen before; this was casual Bucky, with no obligations, no worries, simply him and a drink at a party.

It was then that the big guns came out, with Wanda staring directly at you as she asked her next question, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Never have I ever had sex in a library.”

Your eyes widened in shock, making a mental note to scold her later as you angrily took a sip of your beer, now nearly empty. From the corner of your eyes you saw Bucky take a quick swig, trying desperately to hide it, but one glance at Yelena told you that she had seen it, a slight smirk on her face as she watched him. But the way she giggled with Wanda about how Kate had also drunk showed that she thought nothing of it. She hadn’t worked it out. It was her turn next.

“Professor Barnes, this one is for you,” she chuckled teasingly. You felt the lump building in your throat in anticipation of what your best friend was about to say. “Never have I ever slept with a student.”

Your mouth went dry, your heart beating three times faster than you were sure was healthy as you watched Bucky’s eyes widen in shock, clearly weighing up his options. He waited a moment until the others grew bored of waiting for his response, and quickly took a swig before the next question was asked, catching your eye with a slight smirk as he did so. He was playing a game with you, and he was enjoying it. You couldn’t help but smirk at him as he threw you a quick wink before turning back to the question that Ned was asking.

But just as relief flooded your system at having evaded being caught you turned to Yelena. She was sat upright, her face blank as she glanced between you and Bucky. And just like that, you could practically see the switch in her head snapping, the lightbulb glowing above her head as she finally worked it out, her mouth falling open in shock.

You didn’t know what to do, quickly rising to your feet and grabbing her by the arm, pulling her towards your room and closing the door behind you, turning to her quickly.

“Y-You and Professor Barnes?” She practically squealed until you shushed her, glancing over your shoulder at the door behind you, letting out a sigh.

“Yes,” you finally said, placing a hand on her shoulder as if to calm her own thoughts, when your own were flailing around without a life support. “Buck-Professor Barnes is the guy from the first night, the guy from the library who I went home with, he’s the one I’ve been sleeping with.”

Yelena was speechless, and you didn’t blame her. If she had told you that she was doing the same thing as you had been doing for the past month you would have been in the same boat.

“But please, Lena, you can’t tell anyone,” you said urgently. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and if anyone found out he could get fired, and even I could get expelled.”

Yelena’s face melted into calmness, a gentle smile curling at her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Don’t want my best friend to get expelled,” she chuckled. “But, you lucky girl.”

She glanced over your shoulder towards where the party roared outside. You hadn’t even heard the door open until she looked over, and as you turned you saw Bucky standing awkwardly in the doorway, one hand on the back of his neck, two fresh drinks in his hands. You looked back over to Yelena apologetically, but she simply laughed.

“I guess I’ll leave you two to it.” With that she made her way back out to the party, brushing past Bucky and closing the door behind her.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, before walking forward and handing you your beer. You thanked him, perching on the end of your bed, an action that he followed only moments later.

“So,” he said awkwardly. “I guess your friend knows now, right?”

“Her name is Yelena,” you smirked, looking up at him awkwardly. “And yeah, she does. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologise,” he countered, brushing his hand down the front of his now unbuttoned suit jacket. “It’s not your fault. Sh-She won’t tell anyone though, right?”

“I mean, she promised that she wouldn’t,” you shrugged. “And I do trust her. She’s my best friend here. She’s actually in your class with me.”

He chuckled, his smile reaching to the corners of his eyes as he glanced down at the floor for a second before looking back up at you, his hand instinctively reaching for your thigh. “Oh, that I know. She’s the one that always doodles in the margins of any report she hands in.”

You laughed slightly before the pair of you fell into silence. After a swig or two of your drinks, staring into space together, completely comfortable in the quiet, he spoke again.

“Everyone seems to be leaving the party,” he said. “Guess it’s coming to an end.”

You smiled down at him, slipping your hand under his on your thigh, lacing your fingers with his, leaning forward to put your beer on the floor, shuffling back on your bed.

“You could stay here, you know?” You suggested quietly. “I could sneak you out in the morning.”

“You’ll be too hungover, doll,” he chuckled, turning to look at you.

“I won’t forget, I promise.”

He leaned down to place his cup on the floor by your beer, letting go of your hand only to shed himself of his jacket. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

And then he was on top of you, pushing you down towards the bed, his hands roaming your body, your hands in his hair, sliding further down, past his neck, down his chest, undoing every button as you went. When you reached the final button you pulled it open, and he quickly shrugged it off, your hands now able to roam over his muscles without a barrier between. He followed suit pulling you shirt over your head, practically ripping your bra from your body. Your hands pulled at the buckle of his belt, and he toyed with the button on your jeans. Soon, all clothes were discarded to the floor below.

He gripped at your hair suddenly, his fingertips pulling at the very roots, pulling you roughly to position you kneeling between his slightly open legs. His length was standing tall, ready for you, and you gulped in anticipation, your mouth watering, just as he looked down at you, waiting patiently.

“You know what to do.”

His hand didn’t move from your hair as you took his length in your hands, trying a few practice strokes which made him hiss as he threw his head back against the pillows, bucking up into your hand at the sensation. You leaned forward, and he gave just enough leeway with his grip in your hair to allow you to take his tip in your mouth. He was hot and heavy against your tongue, and you savoured the sensation. Based on the groan that he let out, he did too.

Almost painfully slowly for the both of you, you dipped your head downwards and back up, and then down again, each time taking just a little more of him, until finally you had taken as much as you could, able to feel him in the back of your throat. You pulled back, swirling your tongue across his tip before pushing back down again, gagging ever so slightly at his size. You began the job that he had given you properly, beginning to move more confidently, speeding up with every bob of your head. His hand guided you perfectly, occasionally pushing you too far and causing you to gag around him, something that made him groan loudly each time.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Feel so good, doll. Too good.”

He bucked upwards again when you pulled back, dragging your tongue up his entire length, palming his balls as you did so, and before long the two of you had found a rhythm that worked well for you, with you bobbing down at the same pace as he thrusted upwards. Drool fell down from the corner of your mouth, and tears began to pool at the corners of your eyes as he started the thrust harder, until eventually you simply held your mouth open wide enough for him, your tongue sticking out slightly, allowing him to use it as he pleased.

He glanced down towards you, cursing at the sight of you between his legs, mascara smudged, slick down your jaw, his precum dripping from between your lips. He pulled you back, up and away from him, pulling him towards him until you were straddling him, his lips connecting with yours hungrily. You were sure he could taste himself on your tongue, but he didn’t seem to mind as he lined himself up with you.

“Fuck, you’re so good doll,” he murmured between kisses. “Need to feel you, need you now.”

And you obliged, happily, allowing him to slide into you, moving down slowly and carefully until he was entirely inside you, filling you up with every inch. You both gasped at the sensation, this position giving both of you more pleasure than you’d felt before. It took you a moment to push past the pleasure that you were feeling, but finally you ground your hips against his, and the both of you cursed loudly. You repeated the action a few more times before planting your hands on his chest and testing the waters as you rose up and fell back down towards him.

In an instant he was sitting up, enveloping you in his arms as you rode him, each movement of your hips bringing a new wave of pleasure. Your eyes fell closed, your head falling back at the feeling, the feeling of being well and truly complete, as if he was the piece that was missing this entire time.

“Look at me,” he said firmly, his fingertips brushing against your chin to pull your gaze down to his. “I want to watch you, doll. Want to see everything.”

You whimpered, your bottom lip dragging between your teeth as you began to move faster, harsher, your eyes remaining trained on his. His hand fell down to the curve of your ass, squeezing at the flesh there as he helped to guide you in your movements.

“Mine.”

You weren’t sure you had heard it properly, your brows twitching between movements, but he repeated it, and this time you heard it clearly.

“Mine. You’re all mine. You belong to me, and no one else.”

“Y-Yes Bucky, all for you. Only you.”

The way that you finished together, your hands intertwining with each other, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes connected, trained on each other, felt more intimate than you ever thought possible. In that moment, you weren’t two people simply fucking, you were one, you were whole, together in this world.

Neither of you screamed when you finished, instead choosing to crash your lips together in a needy, longing kiss. Your body quivered above him, but he held you close as he finished inside you, supporting you, keeping you grounded even as you felt yourself floating away.

When you were both completely spent, having come down from your highs, you collapsed backwards into your bed, your breaths heavy, words eluding you, unsure how to even describe what you had just experienced together. He slid an arm out to you and pulled you towards him, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible, Y/N.”

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koreanbibliophilegirl · 7 months

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I am so curious about bedrock bros persuasion fic. share? :eyes:

OMG ANTIMONY-MEDUSA???????? o_O

Oh gosh, umm okay!! Hehe😅 Soooooo, basically, it started bc I LOVE LOVE LOVE Jane Austen(I'm not into romance stories, but Jane Austen's humor, and the neat way she handled the romances had me hooked), and Persuasion is one of my favorite Austen works!

Unfortunately, the 2022 Persuasion adaptation wasn't very..... um. Yeah. You can guess.

So that got me thinking about the theme & story of Persuasion. A little wandering of the thoughts, and boom. Bedrock Bros Persuasion AU.

This is gonna get a bit long, be warned:

So basically, Techno's family fostered/adopted Theseus, and the two boys get very close. Except their parents unexpectedly die, and Theseus gets sent off to foster care again while it's arranged for Techno to go live with his uncle Schlatt and cousin Tubbo. Techno would rather stay with Theseus, but ppl tell him Theseus would have a better chance at adoption if he was on his own since he's 11, and Techno is 16. Plus, Schlatt is really busy and doesn't think he could raise another 11-year-old kid. Techno REALLY doesn't want to let Theseus go on his own, but ultimately decides Theseus would be happier with another family(either the foster system is better in this universe, or Techno doesn't know it sucks. I haven't fleshed this bit out very well yet😅).

Theseus takes it about as well as you'd expect him to, and their last few days together are filled with bitter, sour silence.

Timeskip to like 5 years later, at the start of summer. Techno is a 21-year-old college student who's back for summer break, in the small town where he lives. Tubbo talks about the new neighbors who moved in recently, they have two kids, and the younger one, Tommy, is Tubbo's age. They've become fast friends, and the next day, after Schlatt leaves for a week(?)-long business trip, Tubbo takes Techno to meet the neighbors, and, turns out this Tommy Craft kid is Theseus. Theseus- Tommy now- is very much Not Pleased, and since Phil and Kristin invite both Tubbo and Techno to dinner, things are pretty awkward between them. It does NOT help that Wilbur, Tommy's current brother, insists that he and Techno look alike(they do not) and that they're basically twins.

So things are really awkward for Bedrock Bros, especially since Tommy and Tubbo(plus Ranboo) hang out basically every day. Tommy bascially just ignores Techno. Techno is sad obviously, but he doesn't say anything, just silently accepts this is their dynamic now. He doesn't even feel jealousy towards Wilbur. A bit of envy maybe, but he doesn't hold a grudge. After all, he wanted Tommy to have a happier life, and Wilbur clearly makes him happy. He doesn't see any reason to be angry- though he does wish he could have been what Wilbur now is to Tommy.

Then one day, while they're out, Wilbur gets into an accident(I'm thinking car accident, but this fic is still in the plotting process so idk for sure😅), and since Kristin(successful businesswoman) is absent for a few days, Phil is the one to stay with Wilbur in hospital, and Tommy stays with Tubbo overnight. And subsequently, stays with Techno overnight.

Tommy's in a bit of shock. Tubbo is also scared, but he's significantly calmer, and is more concerned about Tommy. Techno, seeing how bad Tommy's doing, starts the comfort routine they had when they were brothers. (He has a different routine with Tubbo. Tubbo and Tommy are different people after all, plus, Tommy's routine is for Tommy alone.)

Later that night while Tubbo's not there, Tommy asks Techno why. He doesn't elaborate, just asks why. Techno thinks he's talking about the comfort routine, & replies that he thought it would help Tommy calm down a little. That's not what Tommy meant though. He meant, why did Techno send him away? (Since he obviously cared/cares about Tommy, if he still remembers their routine down to a T.) Techno replies that he thought Tommy would be happier elsewhere. And Tommy is happy- right? Tommy goes silent for a moment, then slowly replies that yes, he's happy- he loves his family, and the friends he made- but he's not sure if going away made him happier. Because he was already happy. He was happy with Techno, and was heartbroken when he was sent away. And that hurt never really disappeared, even after his new foster family ended up adopting him almost immediately, or after he found a new brother in Wilbur.

Then Tommy (FINALLY) tells Techno he missed him, and Techno tells him he did too. They hug, and after Tubbo joins them they set up blankets and pillows in front of the landline, staking out for the call from hospital.

Late that night/early next morning they get the call, Wilbur's gonna be fine, he's sleeping now.

So yeah. After Wilbur's discharged they all just hang out. Later when Techno is reading in the backyard Tommy comes up and sits next to him. Tommy tells Techno that he'd been thinking, and he doesn't actually wish things had gone differently, since they wouldn't have ever met half of their friends otherwise. Techno concedes he has a point, though he still regrets sending Tommy away. They sit there quietly, watching the summer sun slowly start to set.

...Aaaaaand that's about as far as I've gotten for now haha. I'm gonna have to flesh it out more/fact-check some stuff before I actually start writing it.

Thank you so much for the ask, I had a lot of fun writing this! Cheers💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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#Lilly gets an ask #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tubbo #Lilly writes stuff #sbi #sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #bedrockduo #bedrock duo #bedrock bros

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raviosrupees · 1 year

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LINKED UNIVERSE ZOMBIESS

woooft hey friends, its been a while but LU never left my brain or my heart and i stumbled across a very interesting idea

Zombie Apocalypse AU for Linked Universe.

It could either be modern world or in their world, personally I like the modern world, it offers a lot of interesting tropes.

So minor CW for mention of hospitals, zombies, potential gore, guns and violence, all the stuff that comes with zombie apocalypses, ya know? :P

Hyrule I see being one of the ones closest to the outbreak when it happens, so he's been in survival mode for a while. He's eating anything edible he comes across. Old moldy fruit, dog kibble and water still in toilets are all on his menu. He never stays in any area for long, and often travels through the wilderness from town to town. Extremely skittish, doesn't trust anyone.

Wild woke up in a hospital after being in a coma for a while, and was just completely out of it, barely remembers a thing, and wakes up in a completely empty hospital. Since he basically had no real recovery period, he just goes absolutely feral from day one. Has secret worries he's actually a zombie.

Time works an office job, and has been beaten down with the stresses of modern life for a while now, and as soon as the outbreak happened he left work and headed to his nephews ranch out in Ordon. He feels a bit guilty for relishing in the freedom of it all, how he doesnt have to go to work everyday. Exhausted from trying to keep all these kids alive.

Twilight is out in the middle of nowhere, on his ranch, and wouldn't have even known there was an apocalypse until his uncle came over. Generally completely at peace with the whole thing, with some concern for loved ones, but passive. Until dem blasted zombers went for his goats. Adopts all the stray pets that no longer had homes and takes care of them. Has a full backup generator.

Sky seems like just a silly guy who bumbled his way to safety. Really good at helping the others open up and talk through their issues. When it comes to hand to hand combat though he takes the zombies down easily, and always comes through without a scratch. He's the guy that you'd think would be harmless but is actually a beast. Can tell when danger is coming by reading the signals wild birds give.

Four is an exhausted mechanic, the voice of reason, and is very excited to get to use their skills for more interesting things, ie. hotwiring cars, making bullets, and the creation and repair of other such weapons. Hard to keep track of, has a tendency to disappear and reappear like nothing happened.

Legend is a full on apocalypse prepper. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. His uncle was also a knight/military man, so I think of Legend as a kind of begrudging army brat. He's got the full army bunker with floor to ceiling shelves of medicine, canned food, water bottles, and likely a lot of firearms. Legend strikes me as pretty trigger happy, he's also super paranoid and doesn't really want to share with anyone. Has to be coaxed out of his super secure storm cellar. More scared of losing anyone he tries to protect that anything. Give us more redneck conspiracy theorist comic relief legend.

Warriors is a former military man who lost his squadron in the outbreak and now will do anything to keep his new family alive. He joined military school really young, and it kind of messed him up because it hadn't been what he wanted, so he's really protective of Wind. Always feels insanely bad about killing the zombies, because he still sees them as people.

Wind is a feral child, who said fuck middle school and all this, stole some knives and set off. He's hell bent on finding his sister who ended up at one of the refugee camps. Really good at swiping stuff off other people. Doesn't trust anyone besides War. Helps Legend makes maps of the areas around them, devises neat traps to kill zombies. Surprisingly cold blooded when fighting.

BONUS: They find Ravio after they found themselves in need of supplies and Legend is like, "I know a guy" and takes them to an outpost sort of place where Ravio has a little shop tent set up. Super sleazy, salesman chatting them up for a couple extra caps. Legend is really good at bargaining.

#linked universe #zombie au #sky is a sweetie #and kind of scary #should i write this?#linked universe time #linked universe twilight #linked universe wind #ravio writes <3 #linked universe wild #linked universe hyrule #linked universe warriors #linked universe four #linked universe sky #linked universe ravio #zombie apocalypse linked universe #linked universe legend

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kingofangst · 7 months

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Alright, I humbly apologize for the delay, but I am presenting chapter 4 of The Wings Of An Enigmatic.

Through unfortunate time schedules, intense editing and battling procrastination I have completed and it is a very long chapter with lots of name dropping, canon characters and new characters and plus a slight premonition spoiler delving into the future seasons of Teen Wolf. Plus a brief heartbreaking angsty moment between Seraph and someone familiar.

So be prepared.

(Note: Unfortunately due to Tumblr's writing settings, I was unable to have a huge chunk of the story underlined with italics because for some odd reason, Tumblr does not have an underlined text feature. So the premonition scene is in italics sadly and only some words/number are color coded and bold to let you know hints)

Tags list for the series: @rhyslahey @phantomraeken @bendystrah @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch

(If you want me to add you into the tags list, let me know and I will make sure you are updated on this series)

Chapter 4: Unpremeditated Future

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

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The moment Seraph, his mother and sister reach the driveway of the estate, they see a silver 1972 Daimler Double Six parked outside the cobblestone courtyard. They all know who is home, the father of Seraph and Celes and husband of Elizabeth: Azrael Kingfisher.

“Dad is home. How wonderful. I am pretty sure his precognition must have seen your act of Valor earlier.” Seraph utters out, getting out of the car.

“Yes and despite what your father may think, he knows it would be for a good cause.” Elizabeth remarks before getting out of the car before heading to the vermillion mahogany double doors of the estate. The moment they enter the door and step into the foyer, they are greeted by a deep voice.

“Must I ask what made you pursue that courageous endeavor that was enacted in my premonition?” The trio turn to see Azrael enter with a grim expression. Elizabeth sighs at her husband’s concern. “The faint scent of blood obscures my sense of smell and it is radiating from you, darling.”

“The hambone and the bruise already healed, despite the tiny drop of blood that leaked out of the bruised wound. But I am not limping anymore nor am I vulnerable to such a minor inconvenience. Besides, it was either me or Sheriff Stilinski, and we’re both aware that a human does not bear supernatural healing factors like ours.” Elizabeth inferred while dropping her handbag on the davenport of the L-shaped designed furniture. Seraph and Celes make no room to talk as they prefer not to recall the events.

“I am very well aware, but no one I love dearly, especially my own wife, should put themselves in danger. After all we have to hide our identities with the cursed Argents in town, as well as that pugnacious and barbaric Alpha in the shadows of Beacon Hills.” Azrael cautions, “That also does not exempt the two of you.” He points at his children.

“Yes, thank you very much, dad.” Celes dryly accepts.

“Oh please, if the Alpha knew what we are, he would have exterminated us a long time ago, considering that werewolves majority of the times are no match for a-”

“My dearests,” Seraph’s words were interjected by a gentle but firm tone coming from the dining room. The clicking of heels echo as a woman with white hair tied in a neat bun, soft but striking amber eyes that were not like Azrael’s gray ones, and a skin tone with little to no wrinkles emerges from the doorway leading to the dining room. She wore a beige turtleneck with a white knee-length skirt and white heels to match the lower half of her attire. The Grandmother of Seraph and Celes, the mother of Azrael and mother-in-law of Elizabeth, and the matriarch of the Kingfisher family, Concordia Kingfisher. “Please, let us not skirmish over a courageous and brave act that ensured the safety of the Sheriff.”

The rest of the family calmed down and dutifully made their way to the Victorian dining hall with a table of many dishes. As the butler, Arnold and the housekeeper, Milene handed out the silverware and utensils for dinner, Seraph stares at the array of antipastos, primos, secondos, and dolces in the table. No sign of repulsive asparagus.

“Yes Seraph, I made sure there would be no asparagus in our dinner tonight. Despite how common it is in Italian cuisine, your abhorrence of it is well regarded.” His grandmother spoke, already aware of Seraph’s wary gaze.

“Merci Beaucoup, grand-mére. I think I will enjoy our dinner tonight, unlike the other nights.” Seraph smiles tensely, as he takes the antipasto course first, filling his plate with insalata caprese and his glass with sparkling water. Concordia rolls her eyes at her grandson’s witty response before stabbing her fork in her own plate of antipasto platter.

“May I inquire about your impressions from your parent-teacher conference, Seraph? Notwithstanding the fact that your grade-point average is at a 4.7 in Beacon Hills High I presume.” His father speaks while he sips red wine.

“Your presumption about our son’s grades is impeccable.” Elizabeth verified while she fills her plate with bruschetta and prosciutto e melone. Seraph was about to reply but was cut off by his sister’s snarky words.

“Oh yes. Albert Einstein here has such a wonderful grade-point average that he has 100s in almost all of his classes yet he is unhappy that his academic rival has a 5.0 grade point average, 3 points higher than him.” Celes mocks him, biting a piece of her bruschetta. Seraph scoffs.

“You have such a penchant for pettiness. You are better off being Lydia’s loyal servant and lackey with that incorrigible attitude.” Seraph quips while inserting a sliced tomato in his mouth.

“Because Lydia is better than you in every-”

“Anyways,” He ignores his sister’s rambling, “my grades are indeed immaculate. Therefore this determines the conclusion of this conversation.” Seraph goes back to consuming his salad. His father nods his head knowingly before engaging in filling his plate with the primo course.

“Oh, let me remind you all. Ephraim, Volumnia, and their children will be coming here in 3 weeks.” Concordia announces to the group.

“Why? We already celebrated Christmans and New Years with them. What more do they want from our presence?” Seraph questions a little insensitively. Concordia sighs out with an emotionless look.

“They are your family, Seraph. Your uncle, aunt and cousins are family that would love to see you.”

“Oh yes, family only when they want to irritate you when you want time to concentrate on important matters.” Seraph states while he stabs his fork in the salad, before sipping his drink.

“Are you only saying that because you do not want to deal with Coriolanus?” Celes asks smugly. This moron.

Coriolanus Kingfisher is the cousin of Seraph and Celes, and the son of Ephraim Kingfisher and Volumnia Kingfisher. A graduate student at Stanford University and was once a close friend of Camden Lahey. They have been inseparable for their entire childhood and adolescence, until that incident that happened in the pool at the Lahey residence with one of Seraph’s former childhood friends, Matthew Daehler. Ever since the neglect and treatment of that incident and how carefree Isaac’s older brother was, Coriolanus cut off all ties with him. His 24 year old cousin was glad he didn’t join the swimming team back then. In doing so however, Seraph severed his ties with Isaac and Matt due to the scandalous actions of Mr. Lahey at that incident. His grandmother imparted the notion of their family distancing themselves from the Laheys, the Daehlers, and anyone else who was involved in that incident along with their familial ties. Severed relations aside, his cousin tends to be teasing, charming, a douchebag, and a prankster at heart. Not to mention he tends to tease his height too, as his cousin is 6 '4 feet tall and dwarfs almost everyone in the family except his father, Coriolanus’s father and mother.

The thought of seeing his older cousin fills him with unbridled aggravation. The catalyst for a sit-com drama that makes Seraph the universe’s punching bag. The epitome of his suffering will be in three weeks. This is Injustice.

“You are aware that Diana and Clemensia would not mind you being part of our shenanigans, right? Surely they are tolerable compared to Coriolanus, even though he is tolerable to me.” Celes specifies while taking a chocolate truffle. Seraph doesn’t share the sentiment about his other cousins compared to Coriolanus.

Diana, first daughter of Ephraim and Volumnia, is not the required norm for an average female college student. No, Diana is a femme fatale and a woman who is a fluid combination of compassion and ferocity. She’s a Beacon Hills Alumni from the class of 2007, and like Seraph, she was the enigmatic queen of the school. Hence why sometimes, Seraph is compared to Diana in some of his interactions. She is not as enigmatic as she used to be thanks to experiencing college at UCLA as well as traveling abroad and only comes to see her extended family on holidays and breaks, testing her patience is a grave mistake as she will deliver cold and savage vocabulary that can break someone’s ego and spirit. She’s done it before, so it’s no surprise if she retained that side of her.

Clemensia, in contrast to her older sister, is the true definition of privileged and being a “Diva”. She is treated like a princess, often goes on shopping sprees like changing undergarments, an enormous jet-setter as she travels to luxurious destinations all over the world. Her most recent picture in the Maldives already states her wealth without her explaining it verbally. While Diana likes her used Volkswagen Beetle, and Coriolanus drives a 1967 pick-up truck he bought from an auction, Clemensia is obsessed with driving cars like Mercedes Benz, Aston Martins, and Audis. She even will wear the trendiest clothes that are currently advertised now. Yet despite all of this, Clemensia contains an empathetic and warm heart, and she isn’t hubristic of her surroundings. She keeps her supernatural status a safeguarded secret. Clemensia, unlike her older siblings, attended Devenford Prep. Therefore she is attuned to the prestige and opulence settings, plus her lavish outfits and accessories.

“Your offer raises the expectation of reciprocity. Could you please outline any specific actions or terms you have in mind?” Seraph aims a sarcastic smile at his sister while he takes a portion of lasagna. Celes sends him her own sarcastic smile.

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors. Lend me your art room for the next year and I will humbly allow you to hang out with me, Diana, and Clemensia.” Celes requests. Seraph nearly chokes on his food before staring at his sister as if she had gained 3 heads.

“You have got to be kidding me, sister. For me to procure you my private art room full of authentic art pieces and my own work is a risky deal. Not to mention your mischievous nature to have stuff missing around the estate.”

Celes glances at her brother baffled. “What makes you think I would misplace your artwork for my own art? I have never done that before.”

“Okay then, how about the time you accidentally dropped my phone in the sewers when you and I were ages in early adolescence?” Seraph questions with narrowed eyes.

“That was one time-”

“Or the time you cleaned out the attic and threw away my science project that was due in 2 days, which took a week to complete, and almost cost me my grade in middle school?”

“Okay that was an accident. I did not mean-”

“OR, during the occurrence when you had crashed mom’s car last year to test drive it because you did not follow traffic law regulations and crashed into one of the Deputy’s police cruisers and mom had to pay a hefty fine for your negligence?” Seraph asks each of the turbulent times of occurrence of his sister causing small hazardous risks.

“OKAY I GET IT!!! But this time, I will not do anything to harm or destroy your pieces in the process I obtain your art room for the next 3 months.” Celes huffs out, no longer wanting the pasta but interested in taking the cannolis. The older relatives of Azrael, Elizabeth, and Concordia have already grown used to these antics amongst Seraph and Celes so they pay no mind to it so long as it doesn’t involve cruel or hurtful phrases.

“You state that now, but I can hear your heartbeat and read your mind, and you are having anxious thoughts while your heart has a couple of upticks here and there based on your words of accord. So I am not sure if I can trust you.” Seraph berates with a smirk. Celes' eyes narrow in slight annoyance.

“Fine, is there anything I can do to appease you to let me use your art room so that I can allow you in our social party?”

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors.” Seraph glances at her smirking, mocking the very same phrase she presented him with earlier.

“Oh for the love of God-”

“Fine,” Celes relents as she cuts off her father’s exasperation. “I will offer you a two way plane ticket I received from an auction to Austria, plus with that offer is a 7 day stay in Vienna at the exclusive Hotel Das Alpen at their spacious and opulent Penthouse suite.”

Seraph hums in delight and confusion. While he admires the idea his sister could achieve such lavish offers and the ability to travel to Austria sounds extraordinary, but for his pleasure, he will bask in his sister’s defeat…

“Sounds rather extravagant. An offer that sounds so spectacular, immaculate, and nigh impossible to not accept…” He trails off while thumbing his fingers on the dark brown mahogany dining table. “However-”

“Oh do not start that. We’ve been in far too many grandiose events and places to not even care about how something is luxurious and fantastic to cast aside.” Celes cuts him off with a glare. But Seraph doesn’t stop there.

“It doesn’t sound grandiose to me. Not like the Beacon Hills Gala our family hosted back in 2010, or the Hofburg Silvesterball in Austria, in addition to the Vienna Opera Ball, or even the Bal De La Rose of Monaco within the world’s creme de la creme.” Seraph lists out cooly while Celes’ patience and desperate attempts to get her brother to accept the offer are growing thin.

“Please, can you accept this offer so I can kindly use your art room for a year?” Celes asks kindly. Bingo, dear sister.

“Yes, I humbly accept.” Seraph replies without hesitation, dumbfounding his sister. But as she sees her brother’s grin of gratification, she gives him a piercing death stare.

“Oh you swine-!”

“For Heaven's sake,” Concordia interrupts with her hands clasped in front of her face, exhaling a stressful puff, which is ironic given their grandmother’s and their own immunity to stress thanks to their supernatural biology. “Let’s redirect our focus back to our dinner if the two of you do not mind. Me, Arnold and Milene did not prepare this meal for it to be sitting here like decorum.”

“Certainly grandmother.” Seraph gleefully says while Celes offers a wordless grunt of acceptance. But he then eyes his sister with feigning innocence. “It has been a miraculous delight conducting business with you, my esteemed sister.”

“You little shit…" Celes telepathically swears vehemently to Seraph, adding more to the enigmatic teen’s smug grin. As the family continue to eat dinner peacefully, the Alpha proceeds to do it’s vengeful quest and deadly hunting against those who deserve it in the thief of the night through the howling winds of Beacon Hills.

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The first few periods of class were anything but fascinating. The whole mountain lion incident that happened on the night of parent teacher conferences, which happened 4 days ago, was swept under the rug as if it was of no importance. Typical for humans to even assess such situations.

Now it is lunchtime and he enters the cafeteria with his tupperware of rotisserie chicken, quinoa, cauliflower, and cornbread. He was even able to get the last slice of tiramisu cake this morning, to Celes’ anger as she “claimed” the last slice of dessert. As usual, he will conduct his normal routine of being observant around him and listening to anything that could pique his interest. This town of Beacon Hills, minus the supernatural assessments it produces, is profoundly lackluster. So using his supernatural hearing, he tries to find anything mildly interesting while he enjoys his meal.

Oh, how he shouldn't have done that if he would have realized it sooner.

“The who of what?" A familiar and standoffish voice snaps.

“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Allison’s reply made Seraph raise his eyebrows at the legendary mention of the French monster that murdered 100 plus people in South France that Allison’s ancestors, the Argents, or more specifically, Marie Jeanne-Valet hunted and eradicated. Henceforth the progressive tradition of having Argent women become the leaders of the influential family since the mid 18th century. He continues to listen to the conversation.

“A quadrupedal wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne in South Dordogne areas of France from the year 1764 to 1766. Le Béte killed over 100 people becoming so infamous that the King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.” He hears Allison explain from her reading of her family’s historical biography.

“Boring.” Seraph rolls his eyes at Lydia’s faux-ignorant nonchalance. He knew the strawberry-blonde queen bee is jumping up and down like a jackrabbit internally at such inquisitive information.

“The church declared it a messenger of Satan. Cryptozoologists believe it was a hoofed creature called a Mesonychid.” Mesonychids are long extinct. The ancestors of wolves, dogs, and other types of canine creatures. While I would not be fazed if there were those who could shapeshift into one, it would be a odd phenomenon, similar to how werewtiches exist-

Seraph’s thoughts ended there when he began to feel an odd tingling sensation in his brain. An odd and rambunctious one, like the feeling is disorienting him and crafting his vision into such obnoxious shapes and lines. Why is there a tinge of water-colored blue in his vision-

He didn’t have time to process until his vision suddenly went black.

He felt odd and fluid, as if he were in a dreamscape. He opened his eyes and the sight before him was a perplexing conundrum. Through his lens, his vision shifted to an entirely different locale. Instead of the cafeteria he is supposed to be in where the rest of the students are, he is outside on a field. No, it’s his school’s lacrosse field. His eyes travel from left to right at the transparent scenery in front of him despite the nighttime sky. The field isn’t empty either. He heard chants, cheers, yells which means that there is a game going on while the Spectators observe. Seraph, through his dreamscape vision that is a myriad of pandemonium, he watches his school, Beacon Hills High going up against…Devenford Prep. Wait, pardon? Is this a vision? A premonition?

If so, this is a premonition he has never foreseen. Why is it showing him something that has to do with a lacrosse game? He thought that Scott was already gaining better control of his werewolf abilities and he seemingly found his anchor, which is Allison. Something isn’t- wait, that's Scott?

Scott, who appears to have shorter hair and a year or two older than the Scott he sees everyday look apprehensive, as if he is either expecting everything to collapse, or if something goes according to plan. It seems that’s not the only perplexing issue in this very bewildering premonition of his. Beside him, is Stiles who appears a year or two older as Scott is compared to the one Seraph sees everyday, which is weirder now that his hair grew from the caesar cut he had. Yet out in the field it is semi-chaotic. Aside from grabbing the attention of a much older Scott and Stiles, Seraph observes as best as he could, with confusion when he sees a female lacrosse player on Beacon Hills High team knock down a Devenford Prep player having the number 28 with suspiciously supernatural strength. Using his heightened eyesight, he is able to notice a fiery shield surrounding the girl, in the form of a fox.

A Kitsune…that is perplexing. But he doesn't have time to investigate this matter when the girl is removed from the game and she flings her helmet off in fury, heading inside the school. A younger girl follows after her with short blond hair and dark blueish eyes. The game continues at a rapid pace, Beacon Hills losing to Devenford Prep 1-5. But then he sees Scott instantly run to the school in a frenzy while leaving Stiles, the younger lacrosse player with the number 9 on his jersey and other lacrosse players to the mercy of the snobbish prep school players. Seraph crosses his arms, what is the point of this premonition? To help Beacon Hills High win a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep in the future? To see a Kitsune he has never seen before lose control of her powers on the field? What is the purpose of this puzzle he is having such difficulty figuring out?

Speak of the Devil and he shall come.

After watching the somewhat boring game that is still befuddling the enigmatic, something grim and malevolent entered his premonition. The shifting of the wind and a terrifying aura spooks him, and he glances just in time to see a quadrupedal monster with black fur and really icy blue eyes that were pupiless wreaking havoc on a school bus. Seraph’s eyes widened in pure shock. The sounds of cry and horror echo the field as the Beast Of Gevaudan exposes itself to the crowd of humans and supernaturals alike. But it's the devilish appearance that causes mass hysteria amongst the student body and an unofficial evacuation of teenagers running away from the bleachers and into the school, fluidly passing him.

This isn't a premonition for a lacrosse game to beat. This is a premonition to warn him of the near future. The near future where the Beast will resurrect and rise up again to attack Beacon Hills. A feat that is impossible unless it is through sorcery, spiritual possession, unholy witchcraft, or exorcism. Seraph watches with bated breath as the Beast climbs on top of the dismantled school bus, as students run for their lives, lacrosse sticks, helmets, snacks, water bottles, and even lip glosses dropping to the concrete ground.

His eyes travel to the field through the mass of fearful teenagers, and he gazes as the very same teenager with their lacrosse gear on and the number 9 on them, charges across the lacrosse field towards the Beast of Gevaudan, with his golden beta eyes and claws as he ignores the voice and urge of Stiles, which for some eerie reason, Seraph couldn't quite hear as Stiles voice came out like being underwater. Yet oddly enough he can hear the screams and shouts of students clearly.

His heart pounds against his chest rapidly as he sees the young teenager leap upwards with golden beta eyes and claws, attacking the Beast. Suddenly Seraph’s vision goes black.

He wakes up in a frenzy when he sees he is now located in the dark and chaotic hallways of Beacon Hills High, his eye vision still translucent and blueish. He tried shaking his head to get out of this disturbing premonition but it wouldn't let him, it was forcing him to see the diabolical hysteria that the Beast is causing. Just what on Earth, or who on Earth resurrected Le Béte in the future? What were they trying to prove?

The sound of a vicious roar echoes through the dreamscape hallway and to his surprise, Scott is propelled through a wall with the demonic beast hot on his trail. Seraph runs to the site where they are fighting only to see Scott save a few innocent human classmates before being dragged by the Beast again and fling out in the hallway. He runs through the panicked bodies to investigate while the auras of fear and fright sicken him albeit not feeling any physical movement nor can they see him. Scott and the Beast move elsewhere as he can see his classmates droplets of blood on the white tiled floor implying he is taking violent hits.

This gets Seraph to sprint after the Beast even though the premonition only allows him to see the events laid before him to foresee. He is trying to catch up to the vicious confrontation and is feeling something he usually never felt before and this was only his premonition. He was feeling concern, and it was concern for the future that is intertwining with this darkness. The moment he opens the double set doors is when his premonition fades to black.

Now Seraph finds himself in the transparent hue of the school's library. Despite the intense and dire subsequent changes of each premonition and his heart racing against his chest at a high paced event such as this, he observes anticipatively, seeing familiar faces of students escape the dilapidated library or hide behind bookshelves while it is being attacked. He sees a boy, human with chestnut-brown hair and blue eyes, skittishly hiding behind a bookshelf with a few other students. Seraph couldn't believe what he was foreseeing in his vision, the Beast of Gevaudan is causing destruction and chaos in its wake while exposing the supernatural to the human population. Le Béte lands behind his transparent form and roars, just as a louder roar pierces from Scott. Seraph glances at the teen but a flabbergasted expression is aimed at the older Scott, who instead of golden eyes belonging to a beta, it's blood red eyes that belong to an alpha while Scott's fangs and claws bare threateningly at the Beast. Scott’s roar was so deafening that it made Seraph cover his ears and he was unable to handle the pressure as his vision began to show black dots before fully cloaking them. Along with the sounds of claws clashing and bodies slamming against shelves and tables.

Seraph…

"SERAPH!!!"

The very familiar voice snaps him out of that painful and disturbing premonition and his eyes open anxiously to see Danny staring at him worryingly while Lydia, standing up behind him, is gazing at him in pure astonishment. But he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he glanced up to see compassionate, brown eyes and a face that was very concerned for him with fluffy brown-brown hair. It was Scott who was helping him.

"Hey are you okay? You're pale." Scott, the simple fact that Seraph secretly knows (not to Scott’s awareness) what Scott is currently going through and has bigger problems regarding his adjustment to being a werewolf. But here he is, beside him checking to see if he's okay and if he needs medical attention.

Putain! C'est embarrassant. He must have heard my racing heartbeat from that premonition. Shit!

"Are you alright? Usually you are the composed one here but to see you pale and shivering, is more unnerving than confusing." The voice of Lydia speaks. Seraph looks around and sees half the cafeteria including Allison, Stiles, and the teenager two tables down with dark skin and very short hair, is watching him in confusion. Seraph stands up, to Scott's and Danny's concern.

"Whoa- wait you were just-"

"I appreciate your concern, both of you." He tells Scott and Danny. "I will go to the bathroom to clear my head. Ciao." The enigmatic teen departs awkwardly, leaving behind many confused students. Scott just nods and shrugs simultaneously before heading back to the table with Stiles.

"Dude, what just happened? What possessed Kingfisher?" The Sheriff’s son questions Scott.

"I don't know. He didn't like he was being possessed, it felt more like he was in pain." Scott tells Stiles. "His heartbeat, his emotions, I sensed them, and he was enduring a horrible pain of some sort." Stiles hears out the whispered segment of his best friend's reply.

"He looked like he was suffering from a migraine that came from hell." The Caucasian teen muses out. "Never saw the icy enigmatic king go through something like that. That was…weird."

"Okay why is everyone calling him a 'icy enigmatic king'? Why is that a title or nickname for him? Is everyone here intimidated by him?" The werewolf asks, just very baffled by the school seeing him as that.

"Scotty, are you kidding me? Do you not know the reputation and aristocratic flair he holds in our school? He earned that nickname or whatever after ridiculing and verbally destroying the entire senior grade boys' egos when he was a freshman. Plus he holds popularity in a way and has a academic rivalry with Lydia-"

"I know the last part," Scott interjects Stiles, preventing him from going on a logorrhea of dialogue. "It's just that he didn't look too good. He looked…frightened."

Stiles eyebrows raise abruptly at Scott’s reply with Seraph being frightened.

"I don't hate him, I feel like he hates me for being a chatterbox and ruining his ''work time" for being excessively annoying or with my presence around I don't know." Stiles let's out with a sigh. "But I have to teach you to master your werewolfiness."

Their conversation to help Scott continues in hushed whispers.

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Harsh footsteps clatter against the white tiles of the school, the very same ones he sees everyday that will soon be filled with students scrambling in panic and fear in the near future.

It lacks logical evidence. Why did he get such a severely critical egregious premonition? One that conveyed him the impending danger of the Beast of Gevaudan who will soon cause havoc and rampage on innocent teenagers in a high school during a large lacrosse game?

What caused the Beast's rise? On a more serious inquiry, how did Scott become an alpha? Did he…kill the Alpha that turned him into a werewolf and gained his powers? It isn't adding up. He doesn't qualify Scott to be a killer even if he is a werewolf.

Who was the young player with the number 9 uniform? The beta werewolf who attacked the Beast? The Asian girl who is a Kitsune? People in the near future? Because despite his indifference and carelessness of who others are, that doesn't mean he doesn't remember a face. His photographic memory is too keen for that-

His pestering and unquenchable thoughts were cut when he suddenly clashes into someone. But due to his supernatural strength and stability, he remains still. The sound of someone gasping slightly and a thud to the floor makes Seraph glance down to see a familiar face.

"Damn. What the hell are you made of, bricks?" Isaac Lahey asks, his voice a rough mixture of annoyance and apprehension.

"I am sorry for that." Seraph apologizes. Dread and angst coil within his abdomen. This is the second time he bumped into his ex-childhood friend. "Let me help-"

"Why? You ghost me at any chance you had in school. You're about to go back to doing that after you help me up." Isaac declares with snark, getting up on his feet. The slight bruise by his eye is visibly showing. Seraph tries to ignore it.

"I have my reasons for doing what I did."

"Yeah, reasons that you clearly didn't give me and left me unable to figure out."

"As if you could comprehend the strictly strategized reason I carefully planned out. It is none of your concern." Seraph replies coldly, his patience running thin. Isaac sends him a vehement expression.

"I-I don't understand…what did I do to…deserve your iciness? Why did you stop talking to me? Was it because you decided to cut ties because you were rich and intelligent?" Isaac probes, sounding small and anxious.

"Lahey I do not have the patience to properly assess this right now. I have important matters to attend to. " Seraph cuttingly implies. Ignoring the remorse swirling inside of him.

"You even call me by my last name instead of Isaac. You don't have the patience to do it or you don't want to because you want to feel better than everyone else?" The tall teen asks, testing his luck.

"Are you going to continue your nescient skirmish? Because I am not the one who keeps his abuse wrapped up in lies or pretends to think he isn't a victim when he is a victim." Seraph hears himself answer back before it's too late and his eyes widen slightly at how harsh he sounded. He glances up to see Isaac’s aghast and crestfallen expression plastering his roughed up face, and his eyes shining with water.

Seraph never says his brutal and honest thoughts out loud to prevent reactions like this. He usually has a well thought out response he carefully plans. But that premonition is discombobulating his brain. He did not mean to hurt isaac.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to respond like-"

"Don't bother. Now I know where we stand." Isaac hisses out between anger and sadness before shoulder checking Seraph and out of his sight. The enigmatic exhales a sigh of frustration. He didn't mean to respond to Isaac like that. It wasn't his intention to throw his abuse and pain in his face.

Damn it, since when has a harrowing premonition disrupt his train of thoughts and brain activity so severely that his cold and icy words let out in a spree of carelessness?

Has Isaac always tried to understand why he severed ties with him? Has Matt also tried understanding why or was he too focused in his recovery from trauma to ask?

Guilt clouds his mind and abdomen, Seraph stares at the floor in disappointment. That shouldn't have been said to a childhood friend he knew for 12 years. It should have ended differently instead of being cruel and callous.

Now he may have lost any chance to recover that once golden friendship he shared with Isaac.

Suddenly, the urge to continue classes felt fruitless today. He turns right and heads to the main office to have himself go home today

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Ouch! I wrote the ending with angst. Sorry, not sorry. (But I am truly sorry for Isaac😢😢 Seraph you jerk.)

But what did you all notice from the chapter? The foreshadowing? The unmentioned yet familiar characters? The first ever interaction between Scott and Seraph? Or the amount of name drops and familiar names you read? Let me hear your thoughts, feedbacks and criticism?

Also, what are the Kingfishers? What is Seraph's supernatural identity?

Chapter 5 will be release the following Monday. Have fun figuring out the dilemma😈

#teen wolf #teen wolf oc #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf canon au #teen wolf fanfics #scott mccall #allison argent #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #danny mahealani #isaac lahey #matt daehler #the wings of an enigmatic series #twoae

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phantomphangphucker · 2 years

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DannyMay Day 3: College Days - Scientific Peculiarity - Chap.1: It’s Such A Delight!

Typically, university/college wasn’t much of an interest or in the cards for Danny. But when the kid’s actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD with ghost hunter gear and tech plus super creative, and then you add in Vlad’s deep DEEP pockets… Meanwhile, Tadashi and co. think the new face is a little… strange. Hiro’s friend or not.

“Wait, you mean you’re going to be coming down here!?! SICK!”.

“Yup! Vlad wrangled me in, I’m not asking how but I’m in! I’m honestly really excited even if it means being outside of Amity for a while. Though… getting away from my folks is probably for the best”.

“Yeah”, he winces, he knew that Danny’s parents weren’t the greatest. Hiro might be ‘a fourteen-year-old kid’ but he’s not stupid. Someone can only mention their parents forgetting to feed them so many times before it’s obvious that it’s a habit. And their lab safety sounded really sad. Hiro had enjoyed bugging his brother by randomly mentioning whatever latest thing Danny’s parents had done, leaving his big brother practically ranting about lab safety.

And now Danny was coming here. To San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. To work on lame nerd stuff but still. Maybe Hiro’ll actually go to the labs there, like Tadashi’s always wanted him to, just to watch Danny harass everyone with his goblin energy and Fenton style ‘lab safety’.

“I’m honestly just surprised that I got approval to work with ecto and all that”.

Hiro chuckles, “yeah, you always make that stuff sound super dangerous”, smirking, “and fun”. Aka really cool in Hiro’s opinion. Even if he’s not… entirely sold on the whole ghost thing. But it would be really neat! And the possibility of seeing the dead again… yeah, he’d like that.

“Oh it is. All the chaos. Speaking of dangerous and fun, win any bot fights lately?”.

Now that, that gets Hiro grinning, “you know it! Tadashi was mad and totally got thrown in jail”.

“HA! Nice! Gotta stick it to those overbearing siblings sometimes! When I get there and finally meet that brother of yours I’m going to immediately ask when we goin’ bot fighting and when he tries to ask if I’m into robotics to try and steer the conversation away from illegal activities, I’ll tell him that ‘nope! Interdimensional travel to the land of the dead’s my thing!’ and he will cry ”.

Hiro is actively laughing hard enough to be tearing up a little, “he actually might!”. His big brother was probably the most anti-things-that-haven’t-been-proven-by-science guy he knows! And Hiro’s pretty sure that if someone tried to argue if leprechauns were real just to be silly, Danny would respond with ‘oh I don’t know, probably?’. You could say you rode a unicorn and he’d just judge you for not having pictures. Just the same, Danny was the only one who didn’t go all mother-hen on him about the bot fighting.

“Anyways, I gotta finish packing this mess. Before my dad offers to help”; Danny’s cringe is very noticeable.

“Cool, bye”. Hiro smiling down at his phone. Oh he hopes Danny’s lab space or whatever gets put in with Tadashi’s!

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Danny lounges, feet up on the dashboard of Vlad’s expensive ass car. Hands behind his head, “Ancients this is gonna be so awesome”.

“I’m glad you’re excited”, Vlad side-eyeing Danny, “and that you let yourself go”. Making Danny shrug, “eh, I’m on good terms with a lot of ghosts now so I know they won’t do any serious damage, any others Val’s tough enough to handle and she can call me if she needs help”, smirking at the older man, “you know I’m a fast-flying motherfucker”.

“Language”.

“Boo to you. Boo”.

Vlad rolls his eyes as they finally pull into the university’s parking lot, “well now you can get out and stop scuffing up my dashboard”. Danny smirking and making a point to just scuff it up more as he opens the door and gets out. Vlad gets him back by managing to make the back door open just right to smack Danny in the face. Danny sticking his tongue out at the man while Vlad smirks. Vlad rolling down his driver's side window, “got everything?”.

“Yup! You can so totally go back to your silly mayor duties”.

“And I will. Just remember, ghosts might be an open secret, but they’re not ‘having a ghostly sparring match in broad daylight in the middle of San Fransokyo’ levels of an open secret”.

Danny waving the man off with a piece of luggage, “pffft I know, I know; old man. Geez. But if, say, Cujo decides to haul ass through whatever lab or one of the probably evil head professors decides to do shit; who knows”.

Vlad quirks an eyebrow, “‘probably evil’?”.

“Callaghan seems super sketchy”.

Vlad sighs, “well he is the one who let you in to work on ghost tech. So that would line up with your very unlucky track record”.

Danny laughing and beginning to walk off, “yup! Evil therapists! Evil doctors! Evil carnival! Evil mayor!”.

Vlad just rolls his eyes with a chuckle before smoothly backing out and driving off.

Danny lets out a long breath when he gets inside, smiling. This was gonna be nice! Sure he was the only sixteen-year-old here probably and was probably going to get that ‘child prodigy’ treatment/label, but fuck it. First! To find his dorm! Which he thankfully doesn’t have a roommate for due to ‘health concerns’ regarding ectoplasm and probably the school or whatever looked into what happened to the last person who played roommate to any Fenton. Aka, Vlad getting hospitalised for seven years. Jazz just got her own apartment too; which Vlad also paid for. Their parents had set up college/university funds but not very big ones, most of their money went to their work, not his or Jazz’s futures; though Jazz got all the money from the fund, since they didn’t think Danny would ever go. But pretty much entirely thanks to Vlad being the decent but kinda crazy uncle he was, Danny was fucking HERE. At basically one of the best tech schools out there so that he could work on ghost tech that was all his own. Was Phantom Grade.

Pausing his walking and staring a little, holy crap there was a bar attached to the building. Too bad he can’t legally drink… in the living realm anyways. Either may he chuckles over the little not-so-hidden find, before hauling ass again.

His dorm room… is tiny. Oh well. It’s just for one person so it’s probably the smallest in the building. Shrugging and stuffing things away before being smart and putting some (invisible) ecto-proofing spray all over basically everything. It would be really bad form if he contaminated the place too horribly or ecto-burnt a hole into the carpet or accidentally brought his dresser to life.

And now… Lucky Cat Café! To let Hiro know that the problem has arrived! And was late! Like usual.

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Hiro, and Tadashi for the first time in a while, were currently helping Aunt Cass out with the workload at the café, when Danny basically kicks in the front door. Him sauntering in like he’s trying to cause problems, rough blue steel-toed doc martins, patch-covered beat-up crust-pants, a leather jacket with dick-shaped studs on the collar; in short, he looked like trouble. Him throwing up his hands and shouting, “Hiro!”.

Hiro throwing up his hands too, “Danny!”, dropping his hands, “dude, did you put on makeup to make your scar more obvious?”, and laughs. Danny grins stupidly, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks over, “hey now, I had to look like the definition of a ‘bad influence friend’ for meeting your family for the first time”, and snickers before waving at a curious-looking Aunt Cass and cautious-looking Tadashi.

“You’re such a Problem”.

“Why thank you dearly for the compliment. Also!”, Danny sticking up a finger while also pulling out a little paper, “since Tadashi goes to SFIT, he can tell me where my lab space is”.

Tadashi blinks, frowning a little, “you’re going to SFIT?”, he sounds both impressed and less than impressed.

“Yup! Richest man on the planet paid my way! That, and being on the cover of genius magazine and being raised by tech geniuses probably helped. Even if I am, like, four years younger than you”, waving him off, “my sister went to Yale. Lame, I know. Pioneering some new branch of psychology or something”, and shrugs.

Tadashi looking to Hiro with a fond quirked eyebrow, “now when did you go befriending a child genius?”. Aunt Cass adding in more judgingly, “and why have we never met before?”, her looking to Danny, “how do you like your coffee?”.

Danny smirking, “as caffeinated as you’re willing to make it, legal or otherwise”, sticking up a finger at her while Tadashi does actually take the lab assignments paper from him, “I’m from Illinois, Amity Park specifically”. She nods acceptingly and quickly goes to make him something real quick.

Hiro blushes a little awkwardly while Danny turns his attention on Tadashi, grinning devilishly, “and we met over battle bots”, and looks very very smug when Tadashi practically gives him a death glare. Tadashi sighing after a beat, “well I’m glad you’re doing more with your intellect than just that”, quickly giving Hiro a look, which the teen rolls his eyes over, before looking back to Danny, “and I take it you’re into robotics then?”. Making Hiro facepalm, since Tadashi just walked right into this like Danny said he would.

Danny, somehow, looks even more smug, “oh no, I’m working on ghost hunting tech and interdimensional death portals”.

Aunt Cass blinks, handing Danny off a ludicrously strong coffee, “well that’s certainly intresting”. While Hiro bends over laughing at Tadashi looking like he just bit a lemon.

Danny waving Tadashi off with a smirk, “both my parents are ghost hunters, Jazz is doing work on ghost psychology and ghost envy, there’s even a few witch hunters in the family tree”, and grins open-mouthed. Knowing full well Tadashi officially hates his guts.

After a bit… “tell me that’s a joke”.

Hiro starts laughing, hard, again. While Danny just snickers, “I don’t know, guess you’ll just have to find out”.

Tadashi hands back the paper politely at least, “well you’re in the same lab as me”; everyone can feel the ‘unfortunately’ tacked on the end there. Danny saluting with his cup, “well I guess lll go wander around the lab area until you come and lead me there like a lost little puppy”, gives him a mocking pout and walks out.

Tadashi blinks, looking back to Hiro, “ghost hunters? Really? Really”. Hiro shrugs, “he’s admitted himself that his parents are crazy”.

“Oh thank god”.

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Danny wasn’t kidding, he did actually just… wander around aimlessly. Unnerving a lot of people. Tadashi shaking his head before waving Danny to follow him; smiling slightly at the excitable first year… even if he was a little strange.

Which the teen proceeds to prove as soon they get into the lab by sticking out his hands and shouting, “I AM HERE TO SAY HELLO TO MY COLLEGE YEARS! HA HA!”. Everyone pausing what they’re doing to look at them.

Tadashi resisting sighing purely to avoid discouraging the teenager. Absently realising that this was that friend with parents that had truly horrible lab safety tendencies, that Hiro had mentioned more than once. Watching the teenager walk off to the only open lab area and slam his hands down hard enough to make

everything on it bounce. Alright, he’s not entirely sure how he feels about this.

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Innocent

-- (Title may change) This is different from usual but I thought I would do a sweet Jake x Floyd!OC :) i originally wrote this as a oneshot with a reader character but I think I wrote all the 'you's' out but please tell me if I missed one.

Also, I am flip flopping on this but I think that while Jake is from a family of mainly guys, I do think he had a little sister. On the other hand Bob is absolutely the big brother in a large family

Taglist: @mavswife @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @dempy --

Mom and Dad were downstairs, trying to help her move in while she sorted through her boxes and tidied things a little. They weren’t making much progress, if only because her younger siblings kept running around the parking lot when they weren’t looking. She had asked if maybe they could leave the little ones at home but that had earned her such a glare from her father that she had almost immediately forgotten her initial idea.

There was paperwork to be filled and she had no clue how to do it.

« You need any help ? » A girl asks

« Sorry, my brother usually helps me with these kinds of things. I’m really clueless when it comes to these » She replied. It wasn’t too much to read and she was pretty sure she just had to sign on page one, three and five but she’d read it over and understood nothing. All in all, not being able to understand move-in-day paperwork was probably not a great sign for her university degree but maybe it was just nerves.

« Oh, no worries. You can borrow mine, if you want » The girl said, a smile on her face « My name is Cassie »

« Victoria » she shook the hand the girl held out.

A man walked in, two large cardboard boxes in his arms. He was tall, blonde and very muscular.

« Where do you want these Cass ? » He asked, the same southern drawl in his voice that she had heard when her new roommates spoke

« Over there is fine, » Cassie pointed at an empty spot on the floor near her desk « Jake, this is Victoria. Could you help her with the paperwork ? »

He lowered the boxes down where Cassie wanted them then made his way to her, smiling. Jake towered over her by at least a foot.

« So, where is your brother, then ? '' Cassie asked over a chocolate milkshake a little later in the day. It was just the two of them now, her mom and dad having left almost as soon as the boxes had been unloaded out of the car and with a rushed goodbye.

« He’s navy. So he’s currently in San Diego, learning to become a WSO »

« Oh hey ! Jake’s navy too ! He finished Top Gun a few months ago. He graduated top of the class »

She looked so proud it made Victoria laugh a little.

« Maybe they know each other ? » She said

« I don’t think so, Robert isn’t super sociable »

« Ah… Yeah, Jake thrives on attention » Cassie said

« At least, if they met they’d have something to talk about » Victoria smiled

She knows she met Cassie about three hours ago, but she really likes her. She’s nice and friendly so far, and Victoria finds out later that she’s competitive and supportive in the best way possible.

She has won the roommate lottery too, Cassie’s neat and cleans often, there’s never an argument about chores and if Victoria ever can’t afford the launderette fee, Cassie’s more than happy to give her the money and ignore her pleas to let Victoria pay her back (she does though, Cassie keeps her coat by the front door and whenever Victoria gets paid, she slips the money in Cass’ pocket. Victoria’s unsure her friend ever actually noticed)

It turns out Cassie doesn’t live too far away from college. She admits she only rents a dorm room to get the full college experience and while Victoria thinks it’s a little silly at first, she realises that if she went to university in Wyoming close to home and had the money to do so, she might have done the same.

Their budding friendship stays its course through the first year of college and after a rocky period during the exam period, it grows stronger for the second year. So much so that Victoria found out Cassie asked her parents for permission to bring you home for christmas.

She had warned there would be a dress code : ugly Christmas jumpers during the day, and terrible Christmas pyjamas at night. Going shopping for an appropriate outfit had been very fun and very foreign. Christmas at home for Victoria was a much more formal and religious affair. It was almost sombre, the celebration of the birth of their religious symbol almost overshadowed by the sacrifice He had made to save their soul.

Victoria’s mom and Dad had put up a fight when she asked to stay, but they had relented when they found out that the family budget didn’t allow for a plane ticket. They had made her promise to keep up with daily bible study, morning prayer time and church, which she did, more out of duty than faith.

Cassie’s parents were nothing like Victoria had imagined. They were filthy rich in an old Texan family kind of way, but she wouldn’t have known just by looking at Cass’ father who insisted on dressing like a cowboy at all times. Cassie’s mother was a tall and thin woman who was always kind in a poisonous kind of way. She could insult someone and probably had, and they would have thanked her for it. And Cassie's siblings, bar Jake whom Victoria had already briefly met, were equally unexpected. The youngest of four children, Cassie and Jake were bubbly and extroverted and while her brothers were all by no means shy, they certainly were quieter and more reserved. Her own shyness would have likely hindered any conversation if it hadn't been for Cassie's niece, a curious toddler, and her mother's urgent need to pee.

"Hi, I know I don't know you but do you mind looking after her for a second?"

"Sure" Victoria replied with a smile, uncertain as to why the mother had asked her and not the baby's father or Jake, who were both in the room, but it had seemed like a genuine emergency.

She played with the girl and tried to speak to her a little, quickly falling back into what Victoria did at home in Wyoming with her younger siblings. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jake watching her like a hawk. He was engaged in conversation with his older brother but managed to follow every single one of her practised movements and words. She played with the child until well after her mother came back and by the time someone else noticed Victoria was too busy babysitting to enjoy any of the conversation and too polite to ask the mother to take her daughter back, it was bedtime for the baby.

The air inside the room was hot and the sunset pretty, so Victoria allowed herself to slide open the French bay windows a little and sit on the back porch to watch the golden sunlight sink into the horizon. Her arms were wrapped around her knees in an effort to keep herself warm. The jumper she had bought had made her overheat inside, but outside it proved to be a very flimsy barrier against the biting wind and general cold.

« Do you miss home ? »

Victoria hadn't even noticed Jake sitting next to her.

« Kinda ? I mean I’d like to see them all again but it’s always so chaotic in the house. This is nice though » She looked back inside, Jake’s brothers were playing a board game with Cassie while sipping on hot chocolates and eating cake. It was so quiet and so calm. It made her feel guilty, but this was the best Christmas she had ever had.

« Do you have many siblings then ? » He asks

« Eight, soon to be nine » She said, Jake winced a little « Three sisters and five boys. I’m the oldest girl »

« I figured. You have a surprisingly ‘big sister’ vibe about you »

« What’s that supposed to mean ? »

Victoria is not sure whether to be offended or happy

« I don’t know, you’re caring. Very good with children… You know… »

« Yeah… »

« Do you like college ? » He changed subject, feeling her awkwardness

« It’s kicking my ass, I’ll be honest but I like it better than the alternative, which is going home and taking care of three children under five and waking up to baby screams »

Jake nodded

« Do you like the navy ? » She asked

« I like flying. I like the structure. I could do without the constant moving, but it is what it is » He takes a sip of his beer only to find that he’s emptied the bottle. He stands up, « Do you want a drink ? »

« Nothing alcoholic, please »

« We have coke » He says and she hesitates, sugar this close to bedtime is never a good idea « It’s got Santa on the label »

« Well, you’ve sold it. I’ll take a coke please »

When Jake came back, it was with a coke, a matching glass and a coat. She wasn't sure who it belonged to, because it certainly isn’t hers or Cassie’s but it was warm and comfortable. She slipped her arms through the sleeves. They make her feel like a kid, trying on her parents’ clothes and being dwarfed by the amount of fabric. She giggled.

« You having fun there ? » He asked as she flapped the arms about

« Whose coat is this ? »

« Mine »

« It’s comfy »

« Every class at Top Gun gets them at graduation, your brother will get one »

She looked at the coat, its brown leather emblazoned with patches of his callsign and the Top Gun logo

« Hangman » Victoria said, a smirk on her face. She looked him up and down as though she was trying to figure out if it suited him. He chuckled a little. « Yeah, I think it suits you »

« Well, now you approve, I’ll go ahead and embroider it in the rest of my stuff » He laughs « I never actually asked, what are you studying ? »

«Oh, err, Psychology » She replied

« Didn’t follow your brother’s footsteps then ? »

« I am so scared of heights. I can’t even stand on a chair »

« Good to know, if I need to hide anything from you, I’ll just put it slightly out of reach. It’ll be safe there »

« You are so mean to me »

The sun was down now, and creatures of the night were starting to call out. Their cries creeped her out so she went back inside, Jake right behind her. Cassie noticed them both coming in and she took Victoria aside in private as soon as she could.

« Is that Jake’s Top Gun coat ? »

« Yeah, I was cold »

« You know no one is allowed to touch that thing, right ? I looked at it wrong one day and he nearly threw me down the stairs » Cassie said with a smile

« Ah, well, maybe he took pity on me, all alone and far away from home on Christmas »

Uh huh, Cassie thought, fat chance of that.

She was too innocent, Cassie had decided. She had discovered quite a few things about Victoria a few weeks ago after coming home drunk and pestering her sober roommate into playing 20 questions. Admittedly, it had turned more into an interrogation than a game but Victoria didn’t seem to mind too much.

« Okay, okay… Have you ever … gotten drunk ? »

« No, I don’t drink »

« Have you ever dated anyone ? »

« Err once, but I stopped seeing him when Robert went to basic because there was no one to chaperone me » She replied and Cassie was so shocked by the casual tone of her voice.

« Chaperone ?! Remind me, how old are you ? » She laughed

« I told you ! My parents are strict about these kinds of things »

« I mean I thought you meant like, no fooling around, bedroom door stays open at all times. Not like, chaperoned dates »

« Oh yeah, I got shouted at for like an hour when I held hands with a boy once. I think I was ten ? »

« Oh you poor thing ! »

« It’s fine. It’s not that bad »

Cassie looked at her incredulously

« What did they say about Christmas ? »

Victoria shrugged in a ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ kind of way. She had made that phone call that evening, picking a night where roommate wasn’t home and Cassie now guessed Victoria had done it on purpose to avoid her hearing the shouting that had ensued.

« Are you going to be okay ? I mean it’ll be different »

« I think different might be good »

And different did seem to be good, because Victoria had attended every Christmas they threw since, and even though her mother pretended to be apprehensive about their guest, Cassie knew that the gigantic stocking with Victoria’s name on it hadn’t just appeared one day.

This was the fifth Christmas Victoria attended and the second one she was celebrating with Jake and she seemed to be having fun so far.

« Hey, Victoria, I’m going riding with Matt and Elisabeth. Are you okay to watch Jane ? » Her mom had asked. Cassie was never picked for babysitting duties because she didn’t have the patience to deal with her niece, but she didn’t understand why Victoria kept getting asked when Jake was right there.

« Hey, I’m here too. I can babysit » Jake spoke up before she could.

« Oh, she doesn’t mind »

« Mom, did you even ask ? » Jake said, mom mumbled something and Matt rolled his eyes.

« Do you mind babysitting, Victoria » He asked, making an effort to convey he thought this was a completely stupid discussion to have

« I don’t mind » she lied. She did mind. Cassie and one of her other brothers were icing Christmas cookies, it looked fun and she had planned to join them.

« See, Jake, don’t be so sexist. She’s a big girl, she can speak up if it bothers her »

Jake almost laughed at the irony.

Matt, Elisabeth and his mom left for the barn and Victoria sat down with Jane to play. He nudged her with his foot.

« I’ll watch her, don’t worry. Go make your cookies » He winked at her.

Cassie saw her friend stand up and smile. Next to her, Mike busied himself with a piping bag

« So, what are we betting ? » Mike whispered, bent over the cookies, with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

« Huh ? » Cassie asked

« I say they don’t realise they’re in love and it takes them three years to get together »

« I say they’re together by next Christmas » Cassie replied, well aware that she would do anything in her power not to lose her bet.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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bigdickevans · 1 year

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i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

#gail babbles about dumb shit

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Bayonetta 3 thoughts spoilers

I beat Bayonetta 3 tonight and over all liked it I have always cared more about combat than the story and Platinum delivered on the combat as always. There were a few things I didn't car for with the gameplay though. One was that at the end of each chapter Bayonetta gets a new weapon but you then have to play as Jeanne and Viola before you get to play as Bayo again. So you don't get to play with the new weapon for 45 mins to an hour. The Jeanne levels were kinda pointless and not very fun except for the last one, I feel that time and money could have been spent elsewhere. Viola's stuff was fun but not as deep as say Nero from DMC (who she clearly was inspired by). Last gameplay complaint is that the gimmicks at the end of each boss fight were kinda bad. The timed one was okay and the bubble one was fine but the Kaju fights were slow and I don't like Rhythm games. These parts of the boss fights were clearly inspired by Wonderful 101 yet none of them were Punch-Out such a waste. Stuff I liked about the gameplay the rest of the boss fights especially the rival fights and werewolf fights. The set pieces were mostly really fun except for the one that ran really bad (blame the Switch). Most of the new weapons were fun but I mostly stuck with the yoyos. I liked all the demon forms that replaced Panther within (Bird and Spider were fun and Train was neat but I rarely used it). The Egypt level was really good but I think my favorite was Paris. The Final Boss was pretty fun. Now for story SPOILERS ahead. So Bayonetta and Luka while cringe and eye-rolly didn't bug me since I correctly assumed this wasn't Bayo from 2 (the gay one) or even Bay from 1 (both of whom show up in the game. However what bugged me was killing off Bayo and replacing her with Viola. I liked Viola she was fine and I enjoyed how much she took after Luka (I wish she was just Luka's kid and not Bayo's would have made more sense when factoring in the other games). That said she doesn't hold a candle to Bayo in personality or how fun she is to play. Not sure why Platinum chose to do away with Bayo maybe they were tired of her, maybe Nintendo wanted a less sexy protag or maybe they thought it made sense for the story like Rosa to Bayo to Viola. I don't know but I hope Bayo from 2 and Jeanne are having a lovely time in whatever universe they ended up in. The ending implies that all the destruction caused by the big bad was fixed when he died so maybe the other Bayos are okay the didn't get dragged to hell at least. I liked how the big bad was present in so much of the game, I like when the final boss is a character and not someone who just shows up for the final fight. Also I loved the Lupin the 3rd homage it was so much fun. Getting to fight Luka, Rosa, Jeanne and Bayonetta was also neat no Enzo fight though. Even though I didn't care for Bayo being a mom it makes sense since all 3 games are about motherhood. Bayo is always taking care of a child in these games (Luka also tends to look out for them). The Rosa stuff also. If they had Bayo live I would feel a lot better about the ending I wouldn't even mind the Luka stuff is she had lived even though I prefer Bayo and Jeanne together. And hey you can't tell my Egyptian Bayo and Jeanne weren't a thing lol. Rodin mentions Luka to Viola at the end implying he is alive but he was dragged to Hell so does that mean Rodin visits Luka in Hell or that he some how got out? I assume if they make a Bayo 4 the backlash to this ending will make it so they bring back the real Bayo and not just calling Viola Bayonetta (which ugh sucks). 2 other things I think the Bayo staff played Spider-Man 2018 because of all the was crawling and web swinging you can do in this game. Also I think DMC 5 got it in their head that they need more playable characters (which I disagree with). This game also has a lot of Astral Chain, Wonderful 101 and I assume Scalebound DNA in it for better or worse. Bayo 2 is still the best in the franchise, The ranking goes 2 then 3 then 1.

#bayonetta 3 spoilers

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martanomb · 2 years

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MB's Monologue: Advice and Tips on How I Dropped Over 4 Stone in Weight

Introduction

I recently shared a somewhat candid post regarding many aspects of my life over the past 2-3 years and the progress I’ve made. Since then, I’ve had a tidal wave of kind comments and positive feedback, both online and in person and to be honest it’s really quite something! If you have taken a moment to reach out to me then I offer you my sincere thanks, it’s very much appreciated and I don’t say that flippantly. What I didn’t really expect though, is that a few people have been in touch to either say that what I shared has helped them in some way shape or form (e.g. gaining some inspiration to make a change) or to ask some follow up questions regarding specifics in order to get themselves onto a better path.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately that I do enjoy writing as an outlet, although hardly ever utilise the opportunity to do so. I believe in part for my own reasons (you know, to articulate a thought on a more creative platform) that there may also be some value in providing more detail and nuance as to how I managed to shift over 4 stone and become significantly fitter, healthier and consistent considering the feedback I have been receiving. I’ll keep the focus on weight loss specifically as I’ll end up writing a piece longer than my dissertation from back in my university days if I go too far off topic!

I would like to provide the preface that everything I am going to talk about here is specific to me and what works for me may not work for you. You should always absorb as much information from as wide a variety of sources as possible and figure out a bespoke approach which works for you on an individual level. I’d like to think that I’m quite an observant person and I’ve taken such a huge number of ideas and details from sources like reading books, YouTube, trial and error (my favourite!), observing habits within others and listening at the right times. Some ideas I added to my routine and have remained in place ever since, others served their purpose and were discontinued and some were immediately discarded because they were likely just garbage. An important thing is to be willing to adapt until you get it right or even just a little bit better until you can find what a new normal is – you’ll never look back once you do, trust me.

However, I do hope that for anyone who needs it that they are able to take at least one or two nuggets of information to empower yourself to progress closer to where it is you want to be. If no one does then that’s still not a bad thing as far as I’m concerned because I’ll have spent some time doing an activity I enjoy and been able to get a thought off of my chest – albeit a rather long one.

Step 1 – Increasing Activity Levels

One of the first things I changed when I started my journey (God I HATE that expression) was to become more physically active. I decided early on because I was strong yet unfit (as well as overweight) that one of the easiest ways to achieve this was to simply walk more frequently. So I strapped on my Fitbit or smartwatch and made sure that I hit 10k steps per day as often as I could manage. I now average around 15k steps per day.

By doing this I was burning an incredible number of additional calories and over a period of time the compound effect is more or less inevitable, this has such a positive impact for weight loss. There are so many forms of exercise and it is easy to get hung up on the intense stuff (which is great by the way!) or what I can't do, but walking was and remains my superpower. It should not be undervalued – it’s a calorie killer.

This leads on to the general principle that by walking more I was increasing my Non-Exercise Activity Thermogenesis (NEAT) which essentially boils down to how active you are physically out with regular exercise. General examples of this are to walk instead of taking the car for short distances (e.g. work, going to the shops, taking the stairs rather than a lift etc).

An example specific to me is that I walk to my gym every.single.time. This is approximately 2,000 extra steps per day. Now that’s 2,000 steps per day x 6 days per week which is 12,000 steps per week or over 600,000 steps per year! Do you see how one small change can lead to such a significant milestone over time? That’s the compound effect in action and it should be everyone’s ally, it’s certainly mine.

How you choose to approach a task/routine/activity (e.g. half-arsed) is likely how you will do most things in your life and your outcomes will be aligned with that. By taking a measured, positive and I’m going to give it my all here approach to every single thing you do in life will stand you in good stead, imagine how far you could progress if you actually tried and gave it your all? It’s amazing - honestly, try it. Unless you are in a very small percentage of people your body is exactly where it deserves to be, we are the result of our actions on a daily basis over a long period of time, it’s a transparent, qualitative and rather easy way of tracking progress.

In short you need to get your butt moving as often as you can and by doing so your baseline of how many calories you can consume in a day will increase, the health benefits are absolutely stellar.

Step 2 – Calorie Management

I don’t like the term Calorie Tracking so I have gone with Calorie Management as I feel it’s more appropriate because you can track anything, that doesn’t mean you’re going to see a difference. Taking responsibility and managing your caloric intake on the other hand? Well that’s something entirely different...

Weight loss can be a confusing topic when you aren’t armed with a little knowledge and it can be quite jarring at times as a result. But here is the kicker and it’s as simple as this; on any given day your body has an energy balance in terms of calories. Go over the number and you’ll gain weight, hit the number and you’ll maintain and if you create a deficit, you’ll lose weight. That’s it in a nutshell.

My biggest issue was that I didn’t fundamentally understand what I was consuming, how many calories were within that regime and what should I be looking to hit for my physical profile? I downloaded an app called Nutracheck (I now use My Fitness Pal; they all do the same thing) and started tracking what I was eating and ensured that I hit my calorie target as often as I could. I naturally fell into a 5:2 nutrition plan whereby 5 days per week I would be in a sustainable and healthy deficit with 1-2 days to allow more flexibility (e.g. the weekends). It’s important to still live a full life when cutting weight. Throughout the year or so while I was losing weight I did not skip a single social occasion that I didn’t want to (I skipped plenty I didn’t fancy, haha!) and ensured that any blow outs were accounted for and whilst doing this will slow progress down, overall I still lived a great life and didn’t have to make sacrifices which aren’t worth it, it’s important to stay connected and foster sustainable change.

To summarise this section succinctly I determined what a good calorie target would be for me and made sure I hit it on a weekly basis rather than a daily basis. You can’t be in a calorie deficit every single day for long periods of time, it’s not that good for you; physically or mentally.

Step 3 – Food Selection

After I gained a solid understanding of what I needed to do to lose weight in terms of calories, this inadvertently forced me to consider what I was eating. Whilst I can now create a deficit quite easily if I need to, I do this by selecting foods which A. I like and B. fit the right profile (e.g. calories, protein etc). Meaning I can eat loads and never feel hungry whilst maintaining a calorie deficit.

An example of how I achieved this was that I swapped almost all of my snacks to fruit, low fat yoghurts, Greek yoghurts and high protein yoghurts. I found that I still got that sweet hit but for a fraction of the calorie count of other snacks (e.g. sweets, breakfast bars etc) and often got extra protein which helped me keep my strength up as I love to lift weights.

If you drink full fat fizzy juice, just don’t. They’re a source of empty calories and best avoided (I never have but appreciate many do).

Breakfast cereal was swapped for healthy alternatives such as scrambled eggs most mornings. The eggs also contain more protein, less calories and they take more energy for your body to metabolise, honestly, they’re like a cheat code.

By understanding what you are consuming and how many calories are within you can make more informed choices and actually end up eating more and feeling fuller for less calories.

(Fun Fact: Did you know that a pint of beer has approximately 220 calories? Whereas a 25ml rum and diet coke has approx. 60 calories? Informed decisions are available everywhere, you just have to look for them.)

Step 4 – Portion Control

Leading on from calorie management is portion control and for the first time in my life I now own a set of kitchen scales. I now ensure that all portion sizes are accounted for and appropriate so that everything I consumed was part of the plan.

For example in the past I would habitually just have two of basically anything (e.g. chicken breast fillets) and why? I’ve not got a clue; it was just an ingrained habit I had. Whereas now I tend to batch cook in advance and weigh each portion so that I’m getting the correct amount. A key thing for me was weighing all loose items so that I understood their calorie profile and ensured that everything in my diet was accounted for as best as I possibly could.

Please watch your portion sizes, they’re a silent killer when it comes to gaining and losing weight. But with a little effort this has actually been something I really enjoy. Although it’s rarer now, there were many moments where I thought: Oh fuck, I didn’t realise there were so many calories in that!

(Yes, I like to swear within my inner monologues.)

Step 5 – My Training Programme

I’ve done weight training for a number of years now (10+) and it’s something I’m passionate about and thoroughly enjoy. However, at the start of this process I found despite my physique making me outrageously strong I was overweight and fundamentally unhappy with myself about that fact. One thing which really made me realise that I was unhappy about my appearance was when I was thinking why am I avoiding getting my photo taken? I used to love getting a wee photo here and there... The answer? I looked dreadful and subconsciously I knew it. I'm back to normal now though guys, get the cameras at the ready, haha!

After a period of time (over 6 months) of simply walking more and eating progressively better I went back to a public gym and really doubled down on my training.

I very gradually implemented some light cardio, then dabbled with classes and now I do both classes and weights (probably a lot more than anyone could be reasonably expected to, but that’s just me!). Although it’s something that I love, training as such is not necessarily required to make real changes. Although I would highly recommend that everyone engages in some form of exercise, it’s good for you.

Importantly it’s always a case of taking one steps at a time; walk before you can run.

Step 6 – Consistency and Dedication

This aspect is truly a winner and probably something which cannot be taught and is difficult to master. Consistency and dedication are truly my golden bullet, being consistent over a period of time you will almost always win and win convincingly, trust me.

Most changes in our lives will take time to bear fruit and at least initially change can invoke a lot of effort and stress, but this gets easier as you go. Hang in there and maintain course and your consistency will take you levels beyond what you thought was possible, beyond your initial goals and this has certainly helped me on the up-and-up. You will find if you can be consistent, you will quickly see, hear and feel the benefits whether it be kind words from others or having higher energy levels. Every day is a small-scale battle and every battle won is a step forward and ground gained. This keeps me motivated to always keep pressing forwards (not blindly though, adapt as you need to).

You’ll need to work on this one yourself here though. The best advice I can probably offer when confronted with a moment whereby you doubt yourself or you’ve hit a brick wall and you know you’re going to forfeit consistency and dedication - is to stop making bloody excuses and start making plans on how you’re going to deal with the task at hand.

In Summary

If I was less like me, which I’m not… It would have been easy to have gone in the opposite direction after realising that I was overweight. You know, my knee is fucked, I’m overweight and let’s head down the slippery slope of regression, feel sorry for myself and start a pity party – woe goes me. But that’s not me, I don’t have that in me and as a very good friend of mine told me recently: you always overcome, Martin.

Those words mean a lot to me and I’ve thought about them every day since. I wasn’t born with any outstanding talents, I lacked confidence in myself at times when I was younger (e.g. at school) and was somewhat of a late developer but now? Now I feel like I can do anything and it’s an incredible feeling. I feel well-rounded, I feel accomplished, I feel knowledgeable, I feel powerful, I feel resilient, I feel capable and I feel like I have scope to help others. I absolutely love to see people do well and work on themselves. We all have our limitations (e.g. physical) and must work within that framework but every day is an opportunity to start working towards a better tomorrow and the moment to act is now, not tomorrow, not after you’ve done X-Y or Z, it’s now. Right now.

If anything I’ve said here has resonated with you, please feel free to reach out and let me know and please also take care of yourselves. You’re important and you matter, don’t forget that. Especially if you’re not where you want to be right now.

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- February 28th 2024 -

What were you doing one hour ago? Looking around online for house painting businesses. I want the crown moulding on the kitchen cabinets in the new house painted white to match the rest of the cabinets.

Where were your parents born? My mom was born in Delaware, and my dad was born in New Jersey.

Have you ever used public transportation to get to work? Yep, back when I was in college and working at the university airport, I took the bus there for the first year-ish that I worked there, until I bought my first car.

What do you miss the most from before Covid times? Not having to worry about catching it lol. Unfortunately I'm not able to get any further Covid vaccines because 2 out of the 4 boosters I've had so far gave me heart problems, and the most recent one gave me a full-on heart rhythm disorder that I need to take medication for long-term. It's been over a year since that last booster and I'm still not better. I'm very pro-vaccine, I'm just one of the very very few unlucky people to have a serious complication from it. But thankfully I've never had Covid, I'm really hoping I simply have some sort of natural immunity to it.

What has been the best thing to happen to you in the past year? Traveling to Ireland last September/October with my husband, parents, brother, and sister-in-law. And also my husband and I are currently buying a house which is super exciting.

Who do you have listed as emergency contacts in your phone? My husband, my brother, and my parents.

Are you prone to jealousy? Nope.

How did you get through the lowest point in your life? Loads of self-care, and the support of my husband.

Have you ever been someone's first love? Yep, my husband and I are each other's first loves.

Have you ever played frisbee golf? I played it once in gym class my freshman year of high school. There was a huge park across the street from the school, and it had a frisbee golf course.

What is your favorite silly, feel-good movie? The Barbie movie lol.

How old were you when you got your first gaming console, and what kind was it? Around 8. Nintendo 64.

Who in your family has the coolest job? My husband is an airline pilot, and as a former commercial pilot myself (non airline) of course I think that's cool. I also have a second cousin who's a boat captain up on Cape Cod. Oh and my brother's job is pretty neat too, he does anti-fraud investigation in the banking industry.

Is cereal technically a soup? Haha I suppose you could see it that way.

Have you found your first gray hairs yet Nope.

What is something that drains your energy really quickly? Socializing with anyone other than close family. I'm a hardcore introvert, that shit wears me out so fast.

Did you parents teach you how to make a budget before you moved out on your own? Yep. My parents are very financially savvy and they made sure to teach me all of that.

What is your favorite food to put gravy on? Roast turkey and stuffing.

Do you know anyone from Canada? Yep, one of my friends from flight school was from Canada. And my Great Grandy and Nana lived in Montréal for many years, but they weren't originally from there.

What's your opinion on astrology? It's unscientific rubbish.

Do you use TikTok? Nope.

What do you have going on the rest of the day? Hardly anything. I'm going to have dinner soon, and then I need to wash my hair because I'm meeting my realtor and home inspector at the new house tomorrow and I don't want to look like a greasy hobo.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal blog

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damiencordle · 1 year

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I Found This Interesting. Joshua Damien Cordle

Scientists discover material that can be made like a plastic but conducts like metal

Breakthrough could point way to new class of materials for electronics, devices

Scientists with the University of Chicago have discovered a way to create a material that can be made like a plastic, but conducts electricity more like a metal.

The research, published Oct. 26 in Nature, shows how to make a kind of material in which the molecular fragments are jumbled and disordered, but can still conduct electricity extremely well.

This goes against all of the rules we know about for conductivity -- to a scientist, it's kind of seeing a car driving on water and still going 70 mph. But the finding could also be extraordinarily useful; if you want to invent something revolutionary, the process often first starts with discovering a completely new material.

"In principle, this opens up the design of a whole new class of materials that conduct electricity, are easy to shape, and are very robust in everyday conditions," said John Anderson, an associate professor of chemistry at the University of Chicago and the senior author on the study. "Essentially, it suggests new possibilities for an extremely important technological group of materials," said Jiaze Xie (PhD'22, now at Princeton), the first author on the paper.

'There isn't a solid theory to explain this'

Conductive materials are absolutely essential if you're making any kind of electronic device, whether it be an iPhone, a solar panel, or a television. By far the oldest and largest group of conductors is the metals: copper, gold, aluminum. Then, about 50 years ago, scientists were able to create conductors made out of organic materials, using a chemical treatment known as "doping," which sprinkles in different atoms or electrons through the material. This is advantageous because these materials are more flexible and easier to process than traditional metals, but the trouble is they aren't very stable; they can lose their conductivity if exposed to moisture or if the temperature gets too high.

But fundamentally, both of these organic and traditional metallic conductors share a common characteristic. They are made up of straight, closely packed rows of atoms or molecules. This means that electrons can easily flow through the material, much like cars on a highway. In fact, scientists thought a material had to have these straight, orderly rows in order to conduct electricity efficiently.

Then Xie began experimenting with some materials discovered years ago, but largely ignored. He strung nickel atoms like pearls into a string of of molecular beads made of carbon and sulfur, and began testing.

To the scientists' astonishment, the material easily and strongly conducted electricity. What's more, it was very stable. "We heated it, chilled it, exposed it to air and humidity, and even dripped acid and base on it, and nothing happened," said Xie. That is enormously helpful for a device that has to function in the real world.

But to the scientists, the most striking thing was that the molecular structure of the material was disordered. "From a fundamental picture, that should not be able to be a metal," said Anderson. "There isn't a solid theory to explain this."

Xie, Anderson, and their lab worked with other scientists around the university to try to understand how the material can conduct electricity. After tests, simulations, and theoretical work, they think that the material forms layers, like sheets in a lasagna. Even if the sheets rotate sideways, no longer forming a neat lasagna stack, electrons can still move horizontally or vertically -- as long as the pieces touch.

The end result is unprecedented for a conductive material. "It's almost like conductive Play-Doh -- you can smush it into place and it conducts electricity," Anderson said.

The scientists are excited because the discovery suggests a fundamentally new design principle for electronics technology. Conductors are so important that virtually any new development opens up new lines for technology, they explained.

One of the material's attractive characteristics is new options for processing. For example, metals usually have to be melted in order to be made into the right shape for a chip or device, which limits what you can make with them, since other components of the device have to be able to withstand the heat needed to process these materials.

The new material has no such restriction because it can be made at room temperatures. It can also be used where the need for a device or pieces of the device to withstand heat, acid or alkalinity, or humidity has previously limited engineers' options to develop new technology.

The team is also exploring the different forms and functions the material might make. "We think we can make it 2-D or 3-D, make it porous, or even introduce other functions by adding different linkers or nodes," said Xie.

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Materials provided by University of Chicago. Original written by Louise Lerner. Note: Content may be edited for style and length.

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Illustration of the structure of the material

Journal Reference:

Jiaze Xie, Simon Ewing, Jan-Niklas Boyn, Alexander S. Filatov, Baorui Cheng, Tengzhou Ma, Garrett L. Grocke, Norman Zhao, Ram Itani, Xiaotong Sun, Himchan Cho, Zhihengyu Chen, Karena W. Chapman, Shrayesh N. Patel, Dmitri V. Talapin, Jiwoong Park, David A. Mazziotti, John S. Anderson. Intrinsic glassy-metallic transport in an amorphous coordination polymer. Nature, 2022; DOI: 10.1038/s41586-022-05261-4

#joshua damien cordle #damien cordle #technology news

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fmp2liamberryboi · 2 months

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Visiting Buckinghamshire New University!

Getting to BNU was a long trip as is, it was a 2 and a half hour trip to make I here and it was pretty worth the journey! I arrived two hours early with my dad, we parked the car in the parking garage across the street and walked around the local area, experiencing how it was and how it would be like if I lived there.

We first visited this toy shop that was shutting down. It had many thing that were half off as well as a bunch o things that hadn't sold years and years ago. I bought some Moshi Monster pins and a cool looking sky landers sticker. It also had this odd looking dinosaur? It was kinda cool but I have never seen such a dinosaur before!

We then visited this model shop with a giant Dalek and it was actually for sale! But it was like 3000 so it was WAYYY outta budget, especially if I am going to have to pay for a student loan soon. They also had this really cool train display that has this really neat spinning ferris wheel!

There was a HMV nearby so we had a look in there too, there was mostly anime stuff but I peeked at the vinyls. pretty cool!

They had the flocked five nights at Freddy's figures for sale in this other shop we visited MENKIND. It was chill in there, I like the final stuff a lot.

There was loads of cool artworks on the walls of this building, but I didn't get very good photos, mostly because of the fact we were almost running late for the meeting and we had to go. I did end up getting there late. I waited an hour for the guy to interview me because we were 5 minutes late. He apologised, and asked me how far I came from. I told him and he said he understood because of how long the journey was. I decided not to tell him we made it 2 hours early.

I had the interview, it went amazing! He told me I reminded of how he made art when he was younger. Bringing the model was a definitely great idea because he really liked looking at it. He loved the work I had made, and how skilled I was with super sculpey, he asked a few things about how I made it like how I cooked it and everything. He told me he would guarantee me a place and because I live far away and are a first year I would basically have top priority with getting accommodation! The area is also the outskirts of London, so I wouldn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle as much as most people would. There is A lot of positives when it comes to being here and I think I would be happy to study here, even if the interview goes well I know I will have a hard time choosing. After the interview I Looked at the wall to see these photos of big bird in many places. I LOVED IT the mirror one really spoke to me.

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girlindelusionn · 3 years

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finally finished himym!! hated the finale (of course) so here's another "most likely to" but much longer to help me cope (negate, why lie to you) with how the most awesome couple ended

(also this probably has a million mistakes but im too lazy to do something about it, having to write in english is hard man, so please ignore it:D)

most likely to: swarkles version :)

Who spends almost all their money on the other?

barney, definitely. he's not exactly the best at actually coming up with gifts so sometimes for birthdays or stuff like that he just takes her to the mall and lets her pick whatever she wants (he also makes fun of her the whole time, but i don't think it's necessary to clarify that)

Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

barney doesn't know how to drive and is generally better with technology, so robin drives and he gives directions and prevents her fights with the gps to get really violent

also robin is a REALLY violent driver, she doesn't go really fast but if anyone has the audacity to get in her way shes going to definitely roast the fuck out of them

"oh i know you're not honking at me… LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, IM GOING TO MAKE THE TURN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? YOU WANT ME TO FLY OVER YOU? GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND LET ME GET IN THE FUCKING L– there you go, thanks!..."

Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they're tired?

barney to robin, one of the "corny couple" million things he swore he wasn't going to do. but then robin simply looks at him with a sad face, explaining how much her feet hurt and he can't say no

Who is the most affectionate?

barney, actually

it's surprising, cause he's always been someone who likes his space but there's times, mostly in private, when he just can't keep his hands to himself. and you would think it's purely sexual but no, in the contrary, most times it's just a hand in her hair or her back, or demanding hugs and cuddles

Who falls asleep in the other's lap and who carries them to bed?

trick question! barney is who carries robin to bed, but she falls asleep in his shoulder

and he is the one who falls asleep in robin's lap, with her running her hands through his hair

Who wakes up first?

neither of them is a morning person, but usually robin works out in mornings so her. on weekends they stay in bed as long as they can

Who apologizes first after an argument?

they're both stubborn as hell so they schedule apologizes and take turns on doing it

Who is the nerd?

both of them, in different aspects. like robin likes math to the point of doing problems and equations for fun ??? and well, barney is a huge star wars, lord of the rings, that kinda books, nerd

i like to think that they have harry potter in common, they've read all the books, make marathons with the movies, they even went to the universal park! and had a lot of fun there (of course they've never told the guys that)

Who makes the other one laugh the most?

barney, he knows robin cant be mad and laughing at the same time and he uses it as an advantage

Who sleep talks?

robin 🥺

Who hogs the blankets at night?

also robin, but barney doesn't care

Who is the neat freak?

neither of them, but they manage to keep the place decent

Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts?

barney! single flowers, tiny chocolates, etc

Who buys the healthy food in the house?

robin, but it's mostly barney who does the actual cooking

Who has better music taste?

robin 😎

Who takes care of the spiders?

they do it together as a team, and if that doesn't work (aka if the spider is slightly bigger than average) they just go whining to marshall and he fixes it

Who uses more nicknames?

barney is mostly sweetie but after the wedding robin is kinda obsessed with the word husband

"so how's the most handsome husband, huh?"

"did you buyed the milk I texted you for, husband?"

"hi, husband!!"

robin is babe or sometimes honey, and after the wedding barney keeps calling her his "ex-girlfriend" (don't tell anyone, but he also LOVES the term wife, he can't comprehend how is he so lucky to have her as his wife)

(update after actually finishing the show: r-train and b-nasty!!!)

Who's the little spoon?

first year of dating? robin

after that is barney, you can't change my mind

Who suggests scary movies for film night?

robin!! but they both like them

Who gets jealous more often?

both, barney is less dissimulated about it

Who brings up kids first?

no of them, lol

Who borrows who's clothes more?

robin, she has stole the few hoodies he had and sometimes for sexy times likes using his ties

barney secretly uses some of her giganteus t shirts (he makes fun of her for buying them but he's actually glad she does) for sleep when she's away for the night

...they smell like her, okay? leave him alone

(also he loves when she uses his underwear and sometimes the only way to convince her to do it is doing the same himself, so he has wore panties)

(don't tell ted)

(please)

Who cries more during sad movies?

barney, is hard for robin to cry for movies, also he loves villains and they hardly have a happy ending so...

Who falls asleep on the other more?

robin, she falls asleep very easily

Who says I love you more?

barney :)

Who initiates kisses more?

also blondie, again he's a little obsessed with his wife

Who initiates hugs more?

robin this time

Who takes more pictures of the other?

robin, for sure. at first it was cause she wanted that bad picture of him, but then his husband is really cute with his sleepy eyes and the sun on his face, or looks so excited to watch the next episode of some lame show, or he's bringing her breakfast at bed with a big smile or looks a little too good with his new suit and she can't help but take her phone out and snap a pic of him

Who leaves notes for the other one around the house?

barney, at first it was to annoy her, like writing "you lost the game!!" at random places (i'm sorry lmao, i just realized i made you lose too, lol) or "sorry, babe! i ate it all last night" at the empty wrappers of candy in the fridge

but then one day barney found one in a coffee mug:

"wow, you didn't put much imagination in hiding this one, didn't you?" he said, his girlfriend was in the bedroom finishing to get ready for work.

"read it!!" she shot back, a little… nervous?

"i love you", the note said.

"scherbatsky?"

"yeah...?"

"come here"

"what's up?" she finally showed up to the living room, looking all tiny and scared

"love you too, loser"

Who gets drunk faster?

barney? i don't know, they both handle scotch pretty well, so i'm guessing it takes a while for them to get drunk

Who gets hit on more by strangers?

robin, but she couldn't care less

Who makes food for the house more often?

barney, he's a surprisingly good cook

#swarkles #barney and robin #robin and barney #robin scherbatsky #barney stinson #fuck the finale #himym

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transferred part four - atla smau

TRANSFERRED - zuko x fem!reader

masterlist | part 3 | part 5

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

warning: cursing

a/n: IM SORRY I KEEP SWITCHING POVS the one at the end is katara lmao

taglist: @ourbestfriend-mishacollins , @lil-lex1 , @xxshad0wxb1rdxx , @zuko-is-the-sun

You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and got out of your car, taking a few moments to stretch out your arms and legs after the long drive. It was a little weird to think that this was going to be your new home and university, especially after so long in Kyoshi, but you were honestly looking forward to the change. After the disastrous breakup you endured, it was time for a new chapter.

Your eyes instinctively snapped over to where you heard a noise, and a huge grin broke out on your face. Two people were coming out of the complex, and they were none other than your two roommates.

“Sokka, Aang!” You yelled as you ran towards them. You barreled into Sokka and wrapped him in the tightest hug you could muster, looping Aang into it as well for a few moments before you pulled away, smiling so wide your face hurt.

“Aang, it’s so good to see you, and Sokka — Sokka, you’ve gotten so tall!” You mussed up his hair with your hand which he swatted away.

“It’s good to see you too, Y/N, but it hasn’t even been that long! And I don’t know how many times I have to remind you that you’re only a year and a half older than me!”

“Sokka, I haven’t seen you since I moved to Kyoshi for college. It’s been far too long.” You gestured with your head for them to follow you as you started walking over to your car. “And Aang, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you too! You better be treating Katara well.”

The shorter boy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, faint red tinting his cheeks. “I like to think I am, we’re really happy together. She’s the best person that I know and the most beautiful girl ever and she always h-”

“Okay, that’s enough! Seriously Y/N, you don’t have to whip out the interrogations right away.” Despite his complaints, Sokka gave you a genuine smile and you could tell he was just as happy to see you.

“Whatever. I’m gonna need all the details on everything that’s been going on the past three years. The occasional facetime call has not been enough.” You went to the back of your car and opened your trunk where most of the boxes were, turning your head when you heard another car pulling up.

“That’s Katara’s car!” Aang exclaimed. “That must be her and the other girls!”

The car pulled in two spots away from you and as soon as it stopped, an auburn-haired girl jumped out of the driver's seat and streaked over towards you, wrapping you in an even tighter hug than you gave Sokka.

“Suki!” She was practically suffocating you but you were so glad to see her that you didn’t even care. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Like I would miss my best friend’s moving day?” The two of you pulled away and went through your increasingly elaborate handshake, ending in a hip bump that caused you both to dissolve into giggles. “You look amazing, Y/N. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been together.”

“Well, we don’t have to worry about that anymore, because I’m here to stay! At least for the next four years.” You laughed and looked over to where your sister was helping Toph out of the car and gave her a wave.

“As much fun as I’m having with all these greetings, we gotta start moving these fuckin’ boxes! At this rate, I’m gonna be sleeping outside.” You hugged Katara as well when she walked over, then you picked the first box up and motioned with your head for everyone else to get one as you started walking backwards towards the apartment. “Toph is the only one who’s exempt from this, everyone else gets a box and s-”

You stopped in the middle of your sentence when someone bumped into you from behind, causing you to nearly drop your box. You were just as surprised when you felt hands on your waist, keeping you steady and helping you regain your balance. You turned your head and could immediately feel your cheeks heating up as you hastily moved away, laughing nervously and occupying yourself with the box in your hands.

“Hey! Zuko! Nice to meet you! It is Zuko, right?” His golden eyes seemed to burn into you, but they were offset by his kind smile and the casual nod he gave you.

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry I’m so late, I was showering. I didn’t think you were gonna be here so soon.” He waved at Katara and Suki and they smiled back at him.

He was even more attractive in person. His jet black hair, still a little wet from his shower, hanging just above his eyes was really doing it for you, and god, his eyes. They were intense, but more like a comforting campfire than a raging wildfire. You didn’t even realize you were staring until Sokka elbowed you.

Your eyes widened slightly and you quickly averted them, adjusting your hold on the box and letting out another nervous laugh. “Now that we’re all here, how about these boxes, huh? I don’t have that much stuff because I’m broke, which is good for all of you.”

You had gotten out of your flustered state by the time that everyone had a box in hand, save for Toph, and conversation flowed much easier while you and the rest of the group walked into the complex.

“How was your drive, Y/N?” Zuko asked, holding the door open with his back as you all filed inside.

You shook your head and scoffed as you hit the button to call the elevator. “As boring as you can imagine. Traffic wasn’t horrible, but I swear I hit every single light on the way here. My music was the only thing that kept me sane.”

“One pro of being blind is that I always have company in cars, but it also kinda sucks when the only source of conversation you have is Sokka or Katara,” Toph said with a teasing grin.

“What?” Both of the aforementioned yelled at the same time, causing everyone except them to dissolve into laughter.

“This is what I missed. I don’t even have to make up for three years of missed teasing because Toph’s had it taken care of.” You patted her on the shoulder as the elevator door opened and everyone filed in. “What floor are we on?”

“Three. There’s a lot of foot traffic and we have some very annoying neighbors, but it’s one of the cheaper places here!” Sokka pushed the button and the doors closed.

“Sounds.. fun!” You couldn’t really complain because you had practically begged for Sokka to let you live with him, plus you couldn’t afford anything more than splitting rent four ways in a cheap apartment. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Sokka never washes his dishes and only takes out the trash if you yell at him to do it. Zuko always leaves his towels on the ground but he’s a neat freak so the cleanliness of his room leeches into the rest of our apartment, it’s great. And I’m a perfect roommate,” Aang said with his smile that could convince you to give him everything you owned.

“That is such a lie, Aang! I do everything that I’m supposed to do; your room is a mess that can’t even be cleaned up by Zuko, plus you stay up super late all the time talking on the phone to Katara! Thin walls buddy, THIN. WALLS.”

“Do you want to talk about thin walls? Because you play your music as loud as possible, and somehow it’s always when I’m trying to study! And every time we drink, you become a huge mess.” After Zuko put his word in, the three boys all started arguing. You made eye contact with Katara and Suki; Katara gave you a sympathetic smile but Suki just grinned.

“Alright, boys! We’re here, so kindly shut up.” You elbowed Sokka in the side as you walked out of the elevator, giving him an innocent smile when he scowled at you. “Lead the way, bro.”

It took about ten minutes to get all of your boxes in the apartment with six people helping you, and though the girls wanted to stay they had to get back for some stuff relating to their classes. You thanked and hugged them all, and soon it was just you, your brother, your sister’s boyfriend, and the guy that you thought was hot.

You spun around in the living room before collapsing onto the couch, spreading your arms out above you and sighing heavily. “I feel like I could fall asleep right here.”

“I hope you can because that’s where you’re gonna be sleeping.” You looked up at Sokka with shock, and he stared back at you for about five seconds until he started laughing.

“Ah, you should’ve SEEN your face!” He managed to get out through his laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Do you enjoy causing me pain?”

“Very much so.”

“You and Sokka are sharing a room, Y/N. Aang and I are in the other. And don’t worry, there are two twin beds in each so you don’t have to share share,” Zuko explained quickly.

“Oh, fantastic. My boyfriend always snored a lot so I’ve gotten very good at tuning them out. You’re lucky that I’m the best roommate ever, bro.”

“First you invade the sanctuary that is my home, and then the sanctuary that is the group chat for the home, and now you embarrass me in front of all of my friends for no reason? You are not my mom!”

“Come on Y/N, we can show you around your room and the apartment.” Aang interrupted Sokka’s spiel, still going on in the background as the two of you walked over to a door with a large band poster on it.

Zuko watched your retreating figure with a small smile on his face until you disappeared into the room, snapping out of his trance when Sokka started pulling him towards the room, grumbling about how ‘no one appreciates my genius’ and ‘can’t believe they left me’.

#atla smau #smau #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar smau #social media au #zuko #zuko smau #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #sadie writes

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