#whoever marries jay in the future

[filmbyjy]

like a already married ff but like it’s so cute fluff

a/n: idk if this was connected to the ‘taking care of s/o whilst on period, hyung line ver.’ anyways! since you didn’t specify who…i’m gonna be doing my man jay🫶🏻 since we all know he is the most husband material🤭

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: fluff! married life with jay

synopsis: being married to jay brought so much different emotions, mainly happiness. you couldn't be more delighted being married to jay.

warnings: slight suggestive but it's just a sprinkle.

word count: 1K words

married you

you could remember the day. the day where you married the love of your life.

park jongseong

the most perfect human being on earth was now your husband. prior to the marriage, you could remember the most perfect proposal he created.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

it wasn’t a spontaneous proposal. rather, he decided to create a more stay at home dinner date. a candle lit dinner he prepared 5 hours for. when you had came home from work, you were surprised to see jay in a suit and tie. his hair was slicked back and he wore the most charming smile as he watches you enter the living room.

“welcome home, my love.”

you were shocked to say the least when you witnessed the boy in a suit and tie. he looked amazing. you had imagined jay in a suit and tie as he watches you walk down the aisle but you knew that would be in the future. little did you know, it would be soon.

you felt an arm wrap around your waist and small peck on your shoulder. it knocks you out of your zoned out state.

“morning, my love.” the deep voice that startled you a little. it was still raspy, he must’ve just woken up.

“morning, honey.” you say. jay hums. you could feel him snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“you weren’t in bed so I got a little scared.” he pouts, his voice a little muffled. you turned to meet the eyes of your husband.

“sorry, honey. it’s already 10am and I was getting a little hungry. i was also struggling to get out of bed, my legs and thighs hurt.”

“oh, why didn’t you wake me up? i could’ve carried you down and save you from the potential pain.”

“well if you didn’t go hard last ni-” you paused suddenly feeling the embarrassment rise. you cheeks quickly heat up. jay smirks, he goes to whisper.

“you were the one who wanted it hard last night.” he pecks underneath your earlobe. you shiver.

“s-shut up.” you smacked his arm. he laughs before he takes notice of the food you had prepared.

“thanks for the food, angel.” he swiftly grabs the second plate you had created. the both of you happily had breakfast before deciding to just chill on the balcony of the Airbnb.

“it’s so pretty.” you say as you watched the waves crash against the sand. the smell of sea salt invading your senses. jay backhugs you and sways you slowly.

“you’re pretty.” he says. you snort.

after the honeymoon, the both of you went back to your normal lives. jay had his business to attend to since he was about to become the CEO of his dad's company. he'd always come home and you had prepare a feast for him. he couldn't feel more content.

lately though, you have been getting pretty lethargic. you have also been feeling a little unwell. you thought maybe that the flu season was here but none of your friends got sick and even if they were sick, they would not throw up.

"try taking a pregnancy test." your friend suggests on the call.

"i don't know. both me and jay aren't exactly ready to have kids. besides, he is really busy with work. you know he is about to inherit his dad's company."

"(name), no one is ever ready to have kids. however, i do know both you and jay would be amazing parents. you've taken care of your nieces and nephews."

"that's true but i'm still afraid."

"how about this. do the test first. you can tell jay after."

"alright."

after the call, you had went to the grocery store and got a pregnancy test. you were nervous of the outcome. what if jay didn't want kids? what should you do? would this affect your relationship?

"honey?" jay calls out. you were in the bathroom currently, waiting for the test to fully show. you haven't looked at it yet and you were afraid.

"in the bathroom!" you yelled to let jay know. he doesn't enter since it was privacy. you could hear him humming. you flushed the toilet and wait a minute before picking it up and revealing it.

double lines on the first test and a plus sign on the second.

you felt your stomach drop.

"are you okay in there, love?" jay calls out. you opened the door.

"jay." he takes notice of two sticks in your hand. he tilts his head before realising what they are.

"i'm pregnant." you finally revealed. jay's breath hitches, he could feel his eyes starting to water.

"i'm going to be a dad?" he says, it almost sounded like a whisper. he was in shock but a good kind of shock. he quickly hugs you.

"i love you." he says.

28 weeks later, you were happily carrying your child. jay helps you out with the chores before he leaves for work. since, he had already settled into being the CEO, he could easily leave early if there wasn't much schedules for the day. he would spend his free time with you and the baby.

2 years later, you were happily living with jay and your daughter. it was actually quite hard to be parents but you learnt to cope well. there were times where you wished to have some time alone with jay but your child would walk in and insist to play dolls. jay would usually go over and played dolls with her since he loved to spoil her.

"it's about time we have another little one, hmm?" jay says as he backhugs you. you shook your head.

"lily is barely 2. besides, who will take care of her while we 'make another one'?"

"i can send her to my parents? you know my mom would be delighted to babysit her." you laughed.

"so are you going to send her tomorrow?"

"is this a yes for another little one?" jay asks.

"we could just try-"

"alright! let's send her tomorrow. let me call my mom!"

"jongseong-"

before you could even say anything, jay had left the kitchen.

let's just say 5 months later, you were eating for two once again and jay was definitely exhilarated.

[hwaitham]

hi hi! ship your moots with characters they normally don't ship themselves with?

okaiii ! :3 i luv all mi muts but i only shipped those who interacted wif dis post , where i asked whoever wntd a ship to like ﾉ comment on it . . 'm srrie if u missed it , but i am sure dere will be so many moar opportunities for cocopup to play matchmaker in d future so pls look forward to it 🐾 ! !

@richdesire ❤︎ okkotsu yuta ⌒ yuta deserves da sweetest , most friendly n' excitable little puppy of a girlfriend n' dat comes in da form of jay ‎٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و he gets all blushie whenever you do something cute dat you don't realize [ which is a lot of d time heh ] n' just really likes having you close by his side ! keeps his arm draped over your shoulder or occasionally gives you head pats since he loves having his hands on u ! !

@pastelle-rabbit ❤︎ kirishima ikuya ⌒ dis is da cutest cat boyfie x puppy girlfie combo ever ! ! i think ikuya would love you so , so very much amira . . gets teary-eyed thinking about how lucky he is to have someone so generous n' kind n' positive , someone who will stay by his side no matter what ! he hugs you so close at night n' always like having your hand in his , n' maybe he's just da slightest bit possessive over you . . ;3

@thevebleneffect ❤︎ cyno ⌒ bugsy n' cyno make such a fun couple ! ! he always makes you laugh , whether it be through his silly puns or just with his demeanour . all the other matra notice him smiling more often n' generally being less intimidating n' scary to approach , n' it is all thanks to you ! ! he massages oil into your hair just as you massage oil into his , take showers together n' wash it all off C:

@h4wkz ❤︎ kaedehara kazuha ⌒ jennie , we haven't been mutuals for very long , but you are nothing short of sweet n' supportive , and you deserve a man who can match dat ! ! kazuha will take such amazing care of you ; take you on sunset meadow walks n' writes so many haikus about you , kisses you like it's da first time every time !

@getoluver ❤︎ suehiro tecchou ⌒ dis is d ' fabulously dressed ' girlfie x ' always taking pictures of her ' boyfie couple to mi . tecchou is so loyal n' will always be at your side , angie ! ! really soft n' caring towards you , although when he tries to cook for you you may need to be in da kitchen with him . . ‎(╥﹏╥) but he always tries his best n' nothing makes him smile wider than whenever he gets to make you smile !

@kentoangel ❤︎ kita shinsuke ⌒ roma , you deserves a love so tender , pure , sweet . . an eternal honeymoon love ! one dat i think kita can give you so earnestly , spilling his heart into your palms :3 it is an added bonus dat he is such a family man ; oooo could you imagine how cute you would be with their children ? 'm thinking two twin daughters n' a baby boy , on a house atop a hill overlooking da sea . . . a married life so quaint and beautiful ! !

@soumies ❤︎ oikawa tooru ⌒ eeee such a playful n' adorable couple ! tooru will always keep you entertained , n' knows just how to take you mind off da bad things whenever you're having a bad day . there's nothing some smores made over da stovetop + taking a shower together + cuddles n' kisses can't cure ‎◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

@nagumoan ❤︎ dan heng ⌒ such a calm n' chill couple , everyone loves you two together (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ! dan heng loves to stroke your hair while you lay your head in his lap n' da two of you are reading , loves when you play with his hair while he listens to your new music . overall it's just such a sweet n' healthy relationship !

@mydiluc ❤︎ ryuguuji ken ⌒ da perfect daddy for graybun :3 ! ! he'll take da best care of you — protect you n' love you like it's da last thing he'll do . definitely likes to have you sit on his lap whenever it's possible n' rest his chin on your shoulder , lean into your neck n' leave little kisses there to make you giggle ! waaah he's just da bestest for gray !

@lunargrapejuice ❤︎ kamisato ayato ⌒ oooo luna n' ayato would make such an elegant couple ! he spoils you with so many gifts — da finest silks n' most extravagant of sweet treats , n' eeeee ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა loves putting your jewelry on for you n' also taking it off for you . . wink wonk . . . ehe he just adores to treat you like da precious little princess of his dat you are !

@ushiwhacka ❤︎ sawamura daichi ⌒ rika please i think daichi is so pawfect for u :3 ! ! he's so caring n' protective n' spoils you with how much he does for you [ like cutting onions for ur dinner hehe ! ] i think he has a bit of a penchant to baby you , but you love it when he does , so it is a win for da both of you ! !

@tetzoro ❤︎ gojo satoru ⌒ da prettiest girl needs da prettiest boy on her arm of course ! ! but in all seriousness , dis is d it couple . da supa sweet girlfie and her boyfie who she softens around his edges . . . i think satoru would absolutely melt at how kind n' welcoming you are with everyone , n' definitely calls you an angel because of it (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩ ྀི)

@saintshiba ❤︎ ushijima wakatoshi ⌒ i think dis sweet n' stoic hunk of a man would be absolutely smitten with you vlynnie . is always talking about you to his team , is always thinking about you whenever he's walking past da market n' spots your fave food , or some trinkets he thinks you'd like :3 he may not be all dat chatty , but he's always looking out for u , n' loves you sooooo much ! !

@suashii ❤︎ mitsuya takashi ⌒ suasua , just thinking about you n' tsuya together makes me all giddy ! ! da two of you are such a chill couple , da couple dat everyone adores ! i cn so see library study dates , you reviewing material for your midterms n' fashion student tsuya making sketches for his designs :3 you're his biggest muse n' he always makes u try on his clothes ! ! !

@maggiosluvr ❤︎ zhongli ⌒ seokie n' zhongli . . beautiful , beautiful couple ໒꒰ྀི ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀ ꒱ྀི১ like two glaze lillies swaying side by side together in da wind , two trees whose branches reach out n' brush over da others . . . a love so deeply rooted into da earth n' transcends lifetimes . a love full of romantic prose on pages dat you share with each other , brewing tea n' watching missus moon from da window as you curl up into his arms n' drift off . . .

@bunicate ❤︎ thoma ⌒ da sweetest bunnie deserves da bestest owner :3 thoma can never say no to you , you are his biggest vice ! ! always indulges your cute little pleas n' spoils you silly . is babying you n' cooing at you as soon as you get all teary eyed , da last thing he want to do to you is make you upset :C ! ! you've got him wrapped around your finger babie !

[lokislytherin]

tokrev lookism au

jay never says yes to joining the daniel crew, he leaves to study in seoul national university and become a doctor to help them in the future because if he joins the daniel crew his father still has the power to destroy him and everything he loves (including daniel) for real

he finishes his bachelor degree at age 24, then on his graduation day he sees it on the news: daniel, zack, and vasco all died in the boss battle against charles choi / dg / gun / whoever at the end

he gets hit by truck-kun the day after, which yeets him back to the same day 6 years ago (oof the emo blondie days!) which is coincidentally the same day daniel asked him to join the daniel crew (yes i know it's Allied but daniel crew vibes better) but this time jay says yes because he thinks if he joined the crew, maybe daniel and his friends wouldn't die

daniel fights hudson ahn to convince him to join daniel crew, jay knows daniel can probably hold his own so he kind of sits aside with zack who's bitching about hudson, jay offhandedly mentions he's from the future and zack holds his shoulder like "bro are you okay" but that sends jay back to the future

jay wakes up in the future to find out somehow zack survived the gang fight and also saved him from truck kun, they discuss things and jay's like aight. ig we just gotta go a bit further in time and same daniel and vasco then. and then Plot Happens and jay manages to save vasco but daniel still dies at the end

More Plot Happens and we reach a crossroad for the ending:

1) happy ending jay saves daniel and actually confesses and they beat the Twobody Dilemma and get married and live happily ever after with zack and vasco as best men

2) Angst Route daniel dies in front of jay's eyes Every Single Time bc he couldn't fight the narrative

[halfbakedideas]

When Life Goes Another Way

Desc: It's funny, how four seconds is not long enough to blink but long enough for someone to lose their life.

Or, Nya is four seconds too late to save the Ninja at the subway tunnel. How does this affect everything?

[Contains spoilers for Crystallised episode 16 “Darkness Within”]

The muscles in all their arms are screaming from the weight of the concrete from what used to be the roof. It is at that moment that the realization strikes all of them. Even with Cole’s superstrength and Zane’s titanium form, it is not enough. The four of them can only keep holding up the loose chunk of the subway tunnel for so long and that time is running out fast. Too fast. It won’t be long now.

A strange kind of peace washes over them all at that. After all the battles, fights and heart-stopping injuries over the years, this is how they will go out. Crushed by rubble.

“Guys, I’m sorry.” Cole says. His muscles are screaming from the immense strain of keeping them all from being crushed.

He’s the one with the super strength. He should be able to hold this piece of debris up. He’s the one who will fail them all. He’s the reason they will all be dead.

“It’s okay.” Jay tells him as sincerely as Cole’s ever heard him. There is no trace of humour anywhere in his voice. Those two words…he is not the only one who has accepted the impending death. There’s something strangely comforting in that.

I’m sorry guys.

Before Cole even opens his mouth after he has turned to him, Jay knows what he’s going to say. He knows what is coming. All four of them do. There’s an almost, kind of, peace surrounding them because of that. Contrary to what his best friend most likely believes right now, it is not his fault. The full blame rests on the shoulders of whoever controls the Crystal Spiders.

What Jay regrets the most is that he never had the chance to grow old with Nya; And that he was breaking his promise to her.

After Nya had become human again, the two of them had promised that they would always come home from a mission, battle, etc. They would eventually make it to old age together. Not anymore.

Not to forget that they would never get to marry. The couple had planned to get married when (not if, it had never been a matter of if for them) they got out of this current world-ending catastrophe (crystrophe, get it?). Now that would never come to fruition.

In those final moments, he was infinitely more aware of his Yang Medallion that was currently hanging around his neck and tucked under his tunic. All those years ago, he had asked Nya to be his Yang when no one had been sure if they would ever make it out of that battle against the Oni.

I’m sorry Nya.

Zane has come to the same conclusion that their brothers have. They will all die here and there’s nothing that they can do about it.

hopes that Pixal does not take the news of their death too hard. This fight will not be over just because three-quarters of the ninja are dead. Pixal will still need to fight, they hope that their death won’t impair her performance too badly.

The Yang medallion in their pocket is metaphorically burning them, mocking them for their hesitation. Hesitation that they will take to the grave. They had planned to ask the samurai to be their Yang later today. It seems that will never come to pass now; There is a core-deep sadness in that.

The two of them had made plans for the future. Eventually, they would have settled down and built a child together. They had been unable to come to an agreement on the gender of this future child.

“Then we will let them decide their own gender, when the time comes,” Pixal had declared and that was that.

They hope that whoever finds the remains of their body does not rebuild them again, once is enough. They refuse to continue to live in a world where their brothers do not. And that the Yang medallion will make it into Pixal’s possession. These two thoughts are saved as audio recordings in their “black box” instead of their usual memory storage; Until now, their “black box” memory storage had been empty. They had no need to use it until now.

I am sorry, Pixal.

The one thing that Kai regrets above all else is that they never had the chance to say goodbye to Nya. That she will find their bodies buried amongst this rubble.

They remember how destructive Nya’s ‘death’ had been and that had been only one person, how much damage will four deaths cause?

After all that joking around that their recklessness would one day kill them, that they will be the first one to die; that will actually be true. There is no coming back from being crushed to death by concrete, after all.

Oh. They never got to tell Cole that they love him. They hope that it is reciprocated. <s>I can assure you, Kai, it very much is.</s> Maybe there will still be a chance on the other side of the river?

They are leaving Nya behind. They are leaving her to fight a world-ending battle by herself (<s>she won’t be alone not with Skylor and Pixal at her side</s>). They won’t be able to protect her anymore.

I’m sorry little sis. 

In hindsight, it is a twisted kind of humour. Nya had taken four seconds longer to get to the boys, to rescue them. Those four seconds, barely long enough to blink, cost the original four their lives.

Her mech touches down in the street that is riddled up and down with more of those purple crystals. In front of what once was a part of the subway system that runs under the city.

There is no sign of her brothers anywhere in the street. All that there is here is destroyed concrete and debris. Nary a scrap of brightly coloured fabric to be seen anywhere. The samurai’s heart sinks at what it implies.

Her mech’s hands haul away boulder after boulder. Chunk after chunk. Finding nothing. Then finally, she pulls away the largest piece of debris. There are four bodies underneath, of four saddengly familiar people.

Their bodies are battered, slightly pancaked by the weight of the debris, but still mostly intact. An elephant-sized weight takes residence on her chest. With the utmost care, the former ninja picks up all four of the bodies and cradles them against the torso of the mech as she takes off back towards the monastery.

As soon as she touches down in the courtyard, the bodies are carefully placed down on the courtyard’s pavement before she jumps out of the mech.

“Pix, take the mech, go into the city; we’ll talk later,” Nya tells the android. She knew that Pixal had questions even though she nods, gets in the mech and takes off. But the battle going on in New Ninjago City is far from over just yet.

Master Wu has yet to say anything; is it for the better or worse?

When she landed, he was standing a few paces away, now he is kneeling over the prone forms of four of his students. The aging teacher looks up at her as she wordlessly joins him. After all, there’s nothing that she can say that can make this better, that can take away this pain.

Four seconds wasn’t even long enough for someone to blink. But it had been long enough for her brother, boyfriend and closest friends to lose their lives.

I’m sorry I wasn’t faster.

Epilogue: When they have the time, amongst fighting the Overlord and the Crystal Council, they bury the ninja at the base of the Mountain of Impossible Height. Pixal, Skylor, Nya, Wu and their parents are all present. For the three humans (well two full humans and one part-Oni) there was no doubt in burying them. But there was for Zane, who could be rebuilt and reactivated again. That is until Pixal comes across something interesting while she was going through the remains of the Master of Ice’s body. Upon connecting Zane’s ‘Black Box’ to the computer, Pixal finds two files. Both bear the main title “Zane Julien Final Wishes”; the first one has the subtitle “Body” while the second one’s subtitle is Pixal’s name. The android clicks on the first file. It is an audio-only file that outlines Zane’s wish to not be rebuilt again, being rebuilt once already is enough. They are steadfast in their refusal to continue to live in a world where their brothers do not. That will not be a problem, neither Nya nor Pixal were planning to rebuild them. The second file informs the viewer, whether that be someone else or Pixal herself, that the Yang Medallion in Zane’s chest cavity will make it into Pixal’s possession. She listens to the file once more before she crosses the room to Zane’s body and opens their chest cavity. She does indeed find a Yang Medallion in there. When Pixal comes out to join the others in burying the ninja, the Yang Medallion is hanging around her neck. Nya notices it, of course, she does, and the two share a sad smile.

We’re sorry.

[chlxbear]

             ˚◞  ♡  ❛     ( 1 )  NEW  ❛ CONFESSION ❜ POSTED

                                                                    @fiancehq​

                                            RECORDED DATE: ❛ MARCH 24, 2021

Once the cameras started rolling CHLOE had been standing up in front of the seated area and doing a lil dancy dance before she chuckled to herself and sat down, giving the cameras her undivided attention with a smile. “Third time might be the charm you guysss.” She stated cheerily as she clapped her hands together. “This is the most I’ve gotten out of a match and things aren’t forced either. I was scared of that happening and I’m glad that it didn’t because it probably wouldn’t have helped my confidence any. Let’s roll to these questions though.”

“Now that you’ve been here for a season. What are your feelings toward the show?”

She shifted in her seat and thought about the question. “I don’t think my feelings toward the show has changed any but I can say that the experience is so fast pace. It seems like there’s never enough time for much and those moments are escaping too quickly.” Which was true, she always felt like she was behind everyone else and had to do the most to catch up. “But that’s just something I gotta fix on my own. I can’t think I’m falling behind because I’m basing things off how others are moving.”

“Last season you and Halle released a new song and performed for the season finale. How was that process and will we get new music soon?”

“Yes! We did. Honestly the process was very easy. Music is something that we both love and we try our best to go over and beyond with it. We want the things that we do to be an experience for whoever’s listening.” Music was her happy place and something she enjoyed so putting her all into it was something that came with ease. “Performing is a different ball game but once you’re on stage you just can’t help but to come alive. We have full control over what we do and we’re able to give something different each time. As far as new music goes, you’ll just have too stay tune. We have some things up our sleeves before the month is officially over.

“We know that you haven’t had success with your last matches. How are things going with Jason?”

She chuckled at the question and crinkled her nose. “Man. I’m pretty sure God was playing games with me and didn’t want me to find someone. Both of my previous matches started out hopefully and after that initial meeting things just went down hill from there. Maybe it wasn’t my time, who knows.” She tied her best not to think too deeply about those situations. “Things with Jay are new but going better than expected. I didn’t really have much hope because I didn’t want to get let down again but slowly that’s going away. We seem to click pretty well and we have things in common. So I would say that things are going well. I won’t speak to much on it because I don’t want to jinx anything.”

“Do you think that the two of you will have a future together? As far as marriage goes?”

She pondered the question because it was a big step for her in the end especially being that she’s so young. “Well if things continue to go great, then I think it’s something that can happen. We had a mini conversation about that because I wanted to see where his head was since that’s ultimately the goal of the show.” She knew there were many factors that went along with having a future with somebody and getting married. She knew that it was something she could grow into if the person is worth it. “The whole idea of marriage is a little frightening for me only because not all the time are you going to expect that from every person that you obtain a connection with so once we that happens then I think it’ll all hit me late but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

[only-lonely-stars]

The Future is Bright, Chapter 6

[Chapter 1 (Beginning)] // [Chapter 5] // [Chapter 6 - you are here!] // [Chapter 7] // [Chapter 10 (End)] (FFN)

Cole now knows what he’s seen, but he still doesn’t know what it means. There’s still so much to know, and the mystery is centered in Shintaro. Good thing he has an ally who can help him find answers!

Summary: What would happen if Cole had indeed had a reflection in the tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master? How would that have changed his life later? What would it have been? This story follows what might have happened if he had seen something, and what it was; who he would have become. What if his future was already decided?... (Rated T for safety. Alternate title: the Cosmic Spoilers AU.)

Chapter 6: Drawing Conclusions

With the drawing from the First Master's tomb in tow, Cole hadn't wasted much time in going back to Shintaro, and had left a couple of days later. If he had any luck– assuming luck was real, like destiny apparently was– it would be enough to help him find whoever he was meant to find. Then it was just a matter of dealing with whatever that was.

When he at last arrived back in Shintaro, Vania greeted Cole with an enthusiastic hug, almost knocking him over. "Cole! It's good to see you!"

Cole laughed and hugged back, grinning. "Good to see you too, Queenie! I missed you!"

She beamed at him just as widely, almost vibrating in her excitement. "What's going on? I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon!"

He nodded, brushing his hair back. "I had something I needed to talk to you about, and I figured in-person was better than a letter."

Immediately, her brow creased with worry. "Something to talk about? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all!" He put up his hands defensively. "It's okay– everything's completely okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something that happened, and maybe get your opinions on it? If it's not a problem, that is."

"Oh! No, it's not a problem! I love talking to you." She turned her head questioning. "Did you want to talk somewhere private, or just anywhere?"

"Somewhere private, I think." He smiled awkwardly. "It's kind of... personal."

"I can do that!" She clapped her hands. "Follow me!"

Cole did as she asked, and she led him into the palace. They followed a few hallways, going deep into the palace, until they at last stopped in a private room with a fireplace. She shut the doors behind them, and together they sat on a couch before the fireplace.

When they were at last comfortable, she smiled at him. "So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?"

He sighed. "Okay, so I have to explain a little bit before I can get to it, but I'm kind of wondering if you can help me figure something out. It has to do with Shintaro."

"Okay." She nodded. "What do you need to know?"

"Well…" He shrugged. "I guess I kind of need to know about Shintaro customs, and stuff. There's a bit of a backstory to why I need to know."

"Go ahead and tell it," she urged him enthusiastically. "I have plenty of time, don't skimp on the details."

"Okay." He sighed, relaxing a little and managing a smile. He was just talking to Vania. There was nothing scary about that: she wouldn't judge him. "So, you probably heard about what happened a few years ago in Stiix, right?"

"Of course. All those ghosts!" She laughed. "That's one of the stories we heard about the soonest, I think."

"Probably, it was a big deal." He found himself talking with his hands as well as his voice, waving them around a bit. "Anyway, right before that, we were dealing with Morro. He wanted to get the Realm Crystal to summon the Preeminent. Still sound familiar?"

"Yeah, completely!" She leaned forward, invested. "What about it? Did you stop him?"

"We had to find it before he did– not that we succeeded, but it was okay." He thought back to the events. "It was hidden in the First Spinjitzu Master's tomb, and he made it only accessible to Spinjitzu Masters like him. Morro had possessed Lloyd so he could get in."

"That's terrible!" She frowned. "Is he okay after that?"

"He's okay." Cole smiled at her concern. "This was years ago, remember?"

"If you say so. I just wanted to make sure." She smiled back.

Cole chuckled. "Well, that's sweet of you."

She smiled a little more. "I try."

He grinned back. "Okay. When we got there, we found a bunch of traps that only Spinjitzu Masters could survive. One was this huge maze of ice– and when I say huge, I mean huge. Gigantic."

"A maze of ice? Wouldn't that melt?" She frowned in confusion. "Unless it was enchanted…"

"Maybe, I don't know. Whatever it was, it wasn't just normal ice." He paused, attempting to describe it. "When you look at your reflection in the ice wall, it shows you a reflection of your future self, and when we made our way through, I saw mine."

She gasped, staring at him in rapt attention. "You're kidding. It shows the future?"

"Yup."

That's– that's incredible! It must have been fascinating!" She grinned brightly. "Future vision sounds incredible!"

"It's really cool- no pun intended. It kind of showed me that I was going to be human again, which was really nice. Made it easier to deal with being a ghost."

"I can imagine." She leaned in a little closer. "Speaking of which, what was it like being a ghost?"

He chuckled. "Numb, really. You don't feel anything, just kind of cold. Not on my list of top ten recommended experiences."

"Probably not." She sat back, trying to control her excitement, but still clearly enamored with the story. "So… did you just see yourself as human? How does that connect to Shintaro?"

"I'm getting there." He pulled out his sketchbook as he spoke. "When we saw our reflections, Kai, Zane, and Jay saw themselves dressed like senseis. Jay even saw Nya with him, which was just proof that they've always been meant to be. Thing is, I didn't see the same thing." He flipped to the right page and handed it over. "Jay, Nya and I went back last week to take another look, and I drew what mine looked like."

She took the sketchbook gently and examined the drawing, tracing the lines with a light touch. A soft smile bloomed on her face. "You're an incredible artist," she commented.

"Thanks. I'm okay." He smiled, watching her look at it with that sweet look on her face. "So… what do you think?"

She hummed. "Well, it looks like Shintaran robes, obviously."

"Yeah, it does." He shrugged. "I don't know what the heck I saw, but I've kind of been on edge about it since we first visited. Do you know anything about what it means?"

"Hm…" She looked at him, and then back at the drawing, and held it up to compare. "Well… I can kind of tell some things." She examined it a little more closely. "In this, you're wearing white and blue. That's something not many Shintarans wear, because it's the royal colors, but it's not unheard of for non-royals if they want to emulate the royals. Plus, you're wearing your own crest, not the royal one."

"Wait, there's a royal crest?" He looked at her quizzically. "I've never seen it."

"Oh, absolutely!" She smiled at him, brushing her bangs out of the way. "It's a spear and some clouds. You might've seen it around the palace somewhere if you looked close enough."

"I don't know." He laughed. "Last time I was here, I spent most of my time underground."

"That's fair." She laughed too and looked back down, pointing at the sketch to direct him. "See your belt? That's where you might wear your crest in Shintaran formal wear."

"Huh! It's still my dragon..."

"Yep. Either that's the crest you stuck with for just yourself if you came here, or that's the crest your family would take on. Either way, it's not unheard of either." Her brow furrowed. "That said, the style of robes is pretty impractical for everyday wear. This is formal clothing, like I said, so I think it's probably likely that it's royal clothing. That explains the colors better."

His heart caught in his chest. "Royal clothing? Are you saying I become part of the royal family?"

"If you got married and your yin was a Shintaran royal, yes." She smiled up at him again. "Sounds like you'll be moving up in the world."

"Huh." He smiled faintly, head spinning with the possible meanings and making him feel a little dizzy. He had thoughts about how little he knew of Shintaro, yet it was clear how much this meant here… was there extended royalty in the Shintaran royal family?

Eventually, he found his voice. "That's… that's a thought."

"I bet it is." Her smile formed into yet another infectious grin. "That said, it would be awesome!"

That threw him for a loop. "Huh? How come?"

"Because then you'd live here! Then we could see each other all the time!" she chirped. "I mean, it's obviously not great to leave Ninjago, because that's your home and you love it and you've always protected it, but it would be amazing to have you around! You'd love to live here in Shintaro, I guarantee it."

He shrugged. "Oh, I wouldn't know... I haven't put much thought into that part of it."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe…" He reached over and pointed at a gold smudge on the paper next to the sketch of himself. "Okay, see that?"

"Yeah. Is that supposed to be there?"

"Yep. The ice walls sometimes show other people, too, but all I saw was a blur. It's my one clue to whoever my yin is supposed to be. She's got really bright blonde hair– just like yours, actually." He shrugged. "I don't know how common that color of hair is here, but either way it narrows it down."

"It's not that common," she noted. "I haven't met many other people with the same color. Most people here are brunette."

"Then it's even easier."

The conversation fell quiet, and a familiar anxiety crept back into his mind. His mind spun tales of the possibilities, some of which he dared not even think... but he was snapped from his thoughts when he felt Vania's hand on his arm. "Cole? Are you okay?"

He laughed humorlessly and nodded, shaking himself. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. I'm just– it's a lot to think about."

"I can imagine." She smiled compassionately. "I know you haven't really liked the idea of a relationship– just about everyone knows that. It must be pretty hard, knowing in the future you've got that, despite how much you don't want it yet."

He nodded. "Yeah, uh, you hit the nail on the head." He brushed his hair back anxiously. "I don't do relationships; never have, actually. Now the creator of entire realms has given me cosmic spoilers and told me I'm marrying someone from another country. It's hard to process."

"I'd bet it is." She nodded along with his story. "Having your future set for you before you get to it isn't fun."

"You must know about that, right?"

She let her hand rest on his arm comfortingly. "I do. I didn't really ever get told I could be anything but the queen in the future. It made some things easier, but others harder." She laughed quietly. "I can't imagine what it must be like to be told that, but about whoever you're going to end up marrying."

"Yeah, that's it. I don't know what to do, if I'm honest."

"Well, you could do a couple things." She shrugged, letting go of his arm.

"What do you mean?" He leaned in, listening intently.

Vania giggled at his blatant interest, and then began counting on her fingers. "One: you ignore it. Not the best idea, in my opinion, but it would work for a little bit. The future comes to pass whether we want it to or not."

"Yeah, definitely can't just expect it not to happen. Already tried that." He smiled.

"Yeah, exactly." She smiled back. "Two: you wait. You can let it happen in its own due time and do other things now, instead. Instead of pushing it and trying to find her, you can let her find you."

"But that'd leave it hanging over my head," he dismissed. "That's happened for long enough already, too."

"I figured you'd say that." She laughed quietly. "Three: you start looking for her now with what you know. She's got to be a noble or royal, and since she's blonde, you've got plenty of clues." She shrugged absently. "Of course, you could be wrong about part of it, and get mixed up, but you could try at least."

He nodded, thinking it over. Would it be worth it to look for her? Of course, there was always the possibility that he, Jay and Nya had been wrong. What if he was wrong? Or… what if she was right under his nose? What if they were right?

He sighed. "I guess I should figure out who it is, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm right about what I actually saw."

"Well…" She paused. "You drew it while looking at it, didn't you?"

"I did." He shook his head. "I just– my mind's playing tricks on me. I kind of wish I could see it again, but a third visit, and going alone at that, doesn't sound like much fun."

She hummed. "You have a point… I must admit, I'm extremely curious. It sounds fascinating to see the future!"

"It really is." Would it be worth it to go alone?...

She closed the sketchbook and handed it back. "Well… what if I come with you? We can look at it together and figure out what we're doing to find your yin."

"Really?" He took the book back. "You'd want to see it? I thought you wouldn't want to."

"Sure! It sounds fascinating, and I'd love to know a little more about my future, even though it's already mostly laid out for me. It would be another adventure!" She grinned. "That is, if you don't mind me coming along?"

"No, I'd be happy to bring you!" He grinned back. "That place is a little creepy when you're alone, seeing as it's a tomb."

"Well then, let's make it not creepy!" She got to her feet gracefully, seemingly energetic. "Let me just change and talk to Hailmar, and then I'm ready to go. We can make a day of it."

"Okay. It's a bit of a trip, dress warmly." He pocketed the sketchbook.

"Will do!" she chirped. "Make yourself at home! I'll come find you when I'm ready."

"Okay." Instinctively he wanted to come with her, but he kept himself back. There wasn't a reason to follow her, just that... well, she was the one he came to visit, but it would only be a little wait. There wasn't a need to miss her already.

Having gotten his thoughts in order, Cole stayed in the room and took the book out. As he looked at the sketch, his thoughts swirled in confusion. Who was this blonde royal he was supposed to be marrying? His suspicions fit too perfectly… but was it what he suspected?

[holylulusworld]

Masquerade

Summary: Believing your fiancée kisses you like never you give in to the heat he causes. What if there’s more hidden behind the mask he’s wearing?

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, language, wearing masks, semi-public sex,  sex against a wall, a hint of kidnapping, mentions of arrange marriage/breakup-ups

This is it...my 6.666 post...

Standing in the room full of people you look around, sniffling as your life will be controlled by the husband your father chooses for you. You never met this man before, still, your father insists he is the perfect partner for you. – Rather for your fathers’ business but who wants to argue about ‘true love’.

Snorting you glance at all the people behind masks. You know for sure all these men and women don’t need masks as they are wearing fake smiles every day.

It’s one of the huge masked balls your father likes to throw. You hate it, hate the greedy people entering such an event, hate you must be here instead of lying in the arms of the man you love.

For months you were sneaking out on your father, had an affair with a mere mechanic under your father's nose till he caught you red-handed as you talked to Dean on the phone.

Two days later Dean broke up with you, telling you it’s not right to take the money and your ‘good’ life away from you. That was four weeks ago, and nothing is like before.

You talked about running away, starting a new life and suddenly he cut you out of his life. He quit his job, changed his numbers and never contacted you again.

Love is a fairytale your father likes to say. Before Dean broke your heart you believed he’s a bad liar, now you know he’s right.

“Smile, act like you want to be here.” Your father insists and you nod, faking a smile. “Good girl. Don’t you worry, your fiancée is a nice man, with a reputation matching mine.”

“You mean a greedy monster…” You snarl through gritted teeth, breaking out of your father’s tight grip to run out of the room.

Taking your mask off you sink to the floor, silently sobbing as you will have to marry a man you don’t even know.

“Y/N…” A gruff voice tries to catch your attention and you wipe a few tears away as a tall man walks toward you. “Your father is looking for you. Isn’t it impolite to run away the moment he wants to introduce you to your future husband?”

“I just…” Choking out an apology you shake the man’s hand, giving him a cracked smile. “Sorry. I needed fresh air. Sometimes life becomes…”

“I get it, Y/N. Let me introduce myself. I’m …” You place your finger onto his lips, and for a moment they feel like Dean’s, so you close your eyes when he cups your face. “No names?”

“Just for tonight. Can we pretend we are not the person we are?” Now his eyes lit up and he nods. You want to say more but then his plump lips press against yours and you feel a spark ignite.

“For tonight I’m whoever you want me to be, Y/N.” His voice close to your ear now, his hands placed onto your hips he whispers all the right things. “All you want me to do, I’ll do for you…”

“I want…”

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The next thing you know is that your dress lies abandoned on the floor, just like your underwear. Brain mush, your body on fire you let the stranger you just met explore your body.

His lips travel down your collarbone as he holds you against the wall with strong arms. “Tell me what you want, Y/N…” That voice, so dark…deep…almost like Dean’s whispers against your skin as your legs tighten around him.

“Make me forget I lost him…please…” He moans against you, nipping at your soft skin to mark your body as his property. “Please…

“All you want…”

Shoulders, his broad shoulders feel like Dean’s, his lips caress your skin as your lover used to do and the way he sinks into you makes you cry out at the memory of the last time you made love.

“Can I…” Sniffling you hide your face in his neck. He’s still wearing his suit and the black mask. For a reason, it was his condition to make you feel good. “…call you Dean?”

“Do it, Baby…” His fingers dig deep into your flesh as he starts moving inside of you, making you cry out with every hard thrust. “Call my name…”

“Dean…please…oh please…” Not knowing how to stop the fire this man lit you lean against the wall, watching him work his length into you in a frenzy.

Underneath his expensive suit, you can see his muscles flex every time he pumps into you. “Say it again…call my name…” He urges you on and you’ve got no clue if your future husband is kinky or crazy, but you call Dean’s name, crying it into the empty room to let it echo through your father’s way too huge house.

“Please…I…” Gasping you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him close to your body while he drives into you faster, harder, with so much force your vision blanks out for a moment before you whimper his name one last time.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Did so well for me…” Grunting your name your stranger, rocks into you, thrusts four, five more times until his cum coats your walls. “Letting a stranger fuck you bare is dangerous, Baby Girl…”

Chuckling you rip the mask off Dean’s face to kiss him fiercely. “We should get out of here…”

“I know, couldn’t resist to have you right here, under his nose. Asshole.” Dean moans as you gyrate your hips, letting his dick twitch one last time. “Love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, dirty boy. Now let’s get my stuff and…” Dean’s lips silence you and you slide your fingers through his hair, whimpering as he pulls out. “Wear what I got you.” Pointing at a bag Dean smirkd, licking his lips as you walk butt-naked toward the bag.

“Pervert…” Giggling you open the bag to dress in a different dress and mask to not draw anyone’s attention toward you.

“I could just kidnap you naked, but I don’t want the security to see your naked ass.” Grabbing your waist, he twirls you around laughing as you squeal.

“Let’s run…now…”

“Sammy got your stuff and waits for us outside the gate. We need to hurry, Sweetheart. I don’t want your father to shoot me for real…” Taking your hand Dean leads you out of the room and toward the front door.

Laughing you almost bump into an angry looking guy. “Excuse me. Have you seen Ms. Y/L/N, I’m her fiancée?” Cole asks and Dean needs to hold back a chuckle as you lie shamelessly.

“She was in the ballroom not moments ago, Sir. I bet she’s still with her father.” You coo as Cole's eyes you up and down, licking his lips.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” Dean grunts, slinging one arm around your shoulders. “We have to go, our babysitter called. Little Charlie is crying for his mommy.” Dean lies to get away from Cole.

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“Where is my fiancée?” Looking at your father Cole squares his jaw, not wanting to wait any longer to lay claim on you.

“She must visit the restrooms, Cole. I’m sure she will be back soon.” Your father panics. Knowing you left the room over an hour ago he fears you went straight to your room to hide from your future husband. “I’m sure she will love to meet you.”

“I hope so, for your good,” Cole smirks, giving your father a cold glare as he can see the hesitation in his eyes. “If not your business could go downhill pretty fast.”

----

“Got her.” Dean pants as he runs toward the Impala while you hang over his shoulder, laughing like crazy as he insisted on ‘kidnapping’ you Winchester style.

“Dude!” Sam laughs, slapping Dean’s head as he helps you on your feet. “We should get the fuck out of here before her father realizes you kidnapped his daughter.”

“Right, I’ll drive, Baby shotgun. Sammy, backseat. We will start a new life somewhere far away from your shitty father.” While you sit next to Dean you smile as Sam explains he hacked your trust fond to transfer all your money to a new account.

“You are a genius, Samuel Winchester…” Squealing you give your friend a high-five as Dean slaps your ass.

“Safety belt, kiddos. Let’s roll…” Dean speeds off, smirking as a patrol car passes him by. “Do you think daddy is already missing you?”

“No jokes, Dean. Let’s get away from here as fast as possible. I want to become a dirty mechanics wife and have awful lot children with him…”

Dean smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as Sam groans in the backseat. “I love to make babies for sure.” Rubbing your belly Dean groans. “Soon you will be round with a Winchester, Sweetheart.”

“Dude, not when I’m around. Now take the next left and then the last exit to the right. This way we can avoid getting caught by cops. Can’t wait to see her reaction to the hideout we found.” Sam laughs as you glance over your shoulder.

“Hideout?”

“Uh, our grandfather was kinda crazy, sweetheart. He built a thing he called ‘the bunker’. It’s a bit underground but huge, safe and no one can enter it without a certain key. We can hide there till your father calms…” Pecking Dean’s cheek you imagine having a life with the man you love.

“I will live in your car if we have too, Baby. No matter where you go, Dean. I’ll go with you and your freaking tall brother…”

“Hey! I’m not that tall.” Sam smiles as he got a message from Jess. “Jess says she prepared food and a welcome home surprise for Y/N.”

“Your girlfriend is the best, Sammy.”

You lean your head against Dean’s shoulder, closing your eyes as he drives toward your shared future without your father and a husband you don’t love.

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[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

I feel like I have so many doors,

I don't know which ones to choose. But all of them I know which ones I wanna try learning and doing. Cause why not? Why keep imagining it? Nothing holding me back anymore, not even me. Except probably the fat, but that's insecurity. I'm not afraid to say what I am anymore or what I want to do in life. when ppl ask me and they say "ok weirdo"

I won't get offended anymore. I'll tell them and walk away. Lol its uselesss to please ppl, they'll always look for something else for you to do for them. Cause ppl who aren't pleased with themselves, aren't pleased with the world. And sadly that means everyone else in their worlds, will know exactly what I'm talking about until they stop caring too.

Its not you, its them. Be who you want to be it, and it won't matter. I t won't make sense to some, but who do you have to prove? Nobody except you and God.

Now go out there, sign up for dance classes, go back to school or don't got to school; the world is your education.

The school of life has hard knocks, it'll make you fall hard, deep in the asshole to a desecrating pulp, it'll push you out if you let it. You have the power the whole time, you do have control over your life, its just the resources, the connects, the opportunities wee see...you need to take advantage, take heed, but don't hurt other people to take advantage and be the better stead.

Life's not a competition. What's the rush? Is it a race between you and your past or between you and your future?

Who do you wanna be? What do you wanna look like, now, in this present moment?

What do your hands say, who do you see in the mirror? What have you learned so far? How far you wanna go in life? The average expectancy for a black man is in his 80's. Im going for 102, cause its similar to my birthday. I will be the funniest grandma ever.

I'm not gonna be old and alone after my music career. And yea, I'm doing it. I'm not gonna be afraid because my face doesn't look like everyone else's. I'm not gonna let the beauty standards of the world stop me from feeling pretty or feeling smart or feeling beautiful about myself. But I am gonna lose weight. I am getting stronger. And I will be better.

I will become a teacher, an artist, a painter, a producer, a sound foley artist, a musician, model, photographer, photography shoot director, video game designer, animator, a singer, pianist, drummer, violinist, guitarist, trumpet player, saxophone, therapist, counselor, pilot, driver, speed-racer, gardener, business owner, hotel/inn/airbnb/b&b owner, wood carver, car detail artist, shoe designer for plus size women with big feet, pyrographist, graffiti artist, poet, writer, journalist, korean/international music producer, illustrator, a house builder, an architect, treehouse builder, a mother, a herbal medicine maker, sex toy producer, mixologist, board game maker, movie theatre owner, sailor, music video director, movie director, costume maker, set designer, dancer, gymnast or at least try gymnastics, mma/martial artist, kickboxer, football player, basketball/soccer/volleyball/lacrosse player, track runner, 420/cbd grower, florist, party designer, interior designer, world traveller, volunteer, shelter worker, deep dive swimmer, tattoo artist, body painter, t-shirt maker, pottery maker, art teacher/music teacher, a healer, a spiritual therapist, relationship/marriage counselor, sex therapist.

I've always wanted to make a summer program for girls too. Those helped me when I was younger in florida and barely even spoke to anybody.

Omg, I just heard my heart say "I want a boy" and I've never said that before. What would my son's name be?

I used to be afraid of having kids and being a mother because I was afraid I would do it wrong? Like overthinking the worst because of what happened to me...

I know God will bring the best parts out of me and pour it into the seed of my son or a daughter if the genes come out to be that way.

I wish I wasn't such a cynic, but I know that will change too in a more positive attitude once I get my own beach house. Its been my dream to live by the water. Have a lakehouse too in the forest, with our own boat....whoever that person I'm supposed to be with at the time its made to be so.

Letting go of Jay and my dream to be married to them and their S.O, really did open me up to more possibilities. Better achievements.

I wouldn't have gone back to school to get my masters in psychology had I not met them and got mistreated that much.

Im glad I didn't stay in Flint just to be near them. God intended it for me the leave. I will look at the burn on my hand from that day with my mom, as a reflection to never let the heat of the matter overcome me to where I'm not who I am anymore. Be quick to listen, slow to respond, and slow to anger as He said in the bible.

I shall do all these things through Christ that strengthen me and more. There's so much more I wanna do, I wanna learn, explore, and give a whole bunch to the world to see and inspire. Yea I hope I inspire others and comfort them through their pain. Im a lover, a giver, a healer, with a heart of gold. Nobody can break that. I have visions and messages from Him to share. God knows my eyes have seen and heard many things and stories to tell. I write about them and continue to do so.

So I let these people in my life who have took me away from myself and I came right back where I started.

But I learned who I am now. And they love me too. We'll always remember each other, no matter what. I won't forget you.

Trust me I've tried a 1,000 times already lol 😁 Good luck to you both.

[thelucyverse]

Suburbs fic idea - Andromaquynh/2 (1)

Her first welcome committee arrives as Quỳnh is just about to finish moving the furniture in the kitchen where it belongs. Next would be the living room, but in the middle of it is still an antique wardrobe that is meant for her upstairs bedroom, and it is too bulky and heavy for her to carry up the stairs on her own. The previous owners had left it behind, and Quỳnh loves the sight of the dark hardwood doors already, but she'll need help to relocate it - well, if anything that's a good reason for her to be friendly to the neighbours. She's sure at least one of them will be willing and able to help. One already offered, even, when she was carrying things inside from the xxtruck- she had declined xxly, not wanting anyone to mess up her things, or spill the contents of a more dangerous carton. For the wardrobe, though... Well, it will have to wait now.

For the moment, she sits down on the kitchen counter with a bottle of cold lemonade - getting her minufridge running first thing had been the best idea she ever had - and enjoys a moment of peace.

It doesn't last long.

The doorbell rings, and with a sigh Quynh hops down from the counter, careful not to spill any of the lemonade. She briefly contemplates putting on something prettier to wear, one of her blazers perhaps or some jewellery to make a good first impression, but then she just makes her way to the front door. Whoever is there has no doubt already seen her move things all morning, even if it isn't the man who offered to help or the woman who had xxwaved from the window.

It is the woman from the house opposite hers, after all - Celeste, she says to call her, the "inofficial spokesperson of the street, though not so inofficial anymore after they tried to have me elected during the last garden party", as she introduces herself.

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you, Celeste," Quỳnh tells her with a bright smile and takes her hand. "My name is Ngô Thanh Quỳnh, please call my Quỳnh as it is my given name.

"Nice to meet you, Quỳnh," Celeste smiles, and then she slides her bag from her shoulder and pulls out a large box of salad. "I wasn't sure whether you had anything to eat, it must be a hassle going grocery shopping on top of moving, so... I hope you don't have any allergies? I figured a salad was safest either way..."

"It's wonderful, thank you," Quỳnh smiles, accepting the salad. "The only allergy I'm aware of is to walnuts, so as long as there aren't any of those in there..."

Celeste laughs. "No, there aren't! Although you should be careful at the Freemans' parties then, they have a wonderful big walnut tree, and Mrs. Freeman tends to put them in everything. She lives there in the house next to her daughter's, who moved here first and bought her neighbour's house for her mother when- well, you'll meet them both soon enough, Nile and her wife Jay are about our age."

"I'm sure I will," Quỳnh smiles. "Now, I best put this in the fridge... Do you want to come in?"

"If you don't mind?"

~~~

"Is that you?" Celeste asks, pointing to the large photo print on canvas leaning against the wall, showing two women embracing in the desert.

"No, a photographer friend of mine gave it to me," Quỳnh replies, thinking back to Lykon and his side hustle of smuggling documents with a smile. "Well, an acquaintance, really- though I guess he counts as a friend by your definition. I just like the picture."

"By my definition?"

"I would just use the word acquaintance instead, you see? But I've found that Americans say 'friend' much more often than I am used to, I just say it for what you might call best friends, everyone else I call friendly acquaintances."

"Ah," Celeste smiles, then tilts her head. "Do neighbors fall into the category of acquaintances?"

Quỳnh shrugs.

"Friendships can happen there too, of course, but honestly I'd take even longer to switch the terms there - you're neighbors first and foremost, you have to live in the same area, that's a category all on its own, isn't it? But maybe we can be friends in the future." she says it with a twinkle in her eyes to make sure Celeste won't be offended.

"Just maybe?" Celeste replies with a smile in turn.

"Well, I barely know you, I don't know whether maybe you're all bigots or something around here," Quỳnh replies with a grin to soften the blow. "I don't know you very well yet, after all- though from what you told me about the other neighbours earlier, I at least won't have to worry about too extreme homophobia, if a lesbian marriage is tolerated?"

"Oh, don't worry about that! We're an inclusive bunch, or trying to be. You won't have to worry about racism, or-" she nods at the photograph, "it's not just you Nile and Jay, either- I might be married to a man, but I'm bisexual, and we have a bunch of gay men as well... I suppose once an inclusive community like this exists, it attracts more of the same! We also have people of several different religions, So, you don't have to worry about that either, being a witch-"

"I'm not a witch," Quỳnh replies, a little perplexed.

"Oh, I just saw the crystals on the mantle, and the pentagram on your shirt... Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed," Celeste explains.

"Oh, this is a band shirt! And for the crystals, I just think they're pretty, no idea about any healing powers. I'm a bit of a magpie, if anything, a hoarder of shiny things..."

"Oh, you'll have to meet Booker then! He's an accountant, but he learned to do jewellery for his late wife, and he still does a lot of it now in his freetime- his neighbor and best friend Nicky is also gay by the way - not that I think you have to be best friends with all the gay people, of course! Just that well, you're here alone... And as far as I'm aware, he knows everyone in the gay community, he might be able to introduce you to some ladies in nearby neighborhoods, I don't think Nile or Jay would be much help there, they mostly stick to themselves."

"Oh, I'm not really looking to date anyone right now," Quỳnh replies a little awkwardly. "Not that I'd not like a girlfriend, but I need too much alone time for most people to handle, especially I think those in the suburbs aren't usually looking for a casual relationship like that, where the end goal isn't to move in together and constantly hang out..."

As she says this, Quỳnh notices a certain... /glint/ in Celeste's eyes. What - does the other woman want to prove her wrong? Well, if she wants to meddle, thinking she has someone in the area that might be interested in Quỳnh's way of life, that doesn't mean Quỳnh will have to act on it. And if maybe, just maybe... No, she shouldn't hope for a relationship on a hunch of someone maybe wanting to play matchmaker. She not just doesn't enjoy being around people 24/7, she also has a lot of secrets to keep, and she doesn't really plan to live here permanently, either.

"You're not much of a people person?" Celeste slightly changes the topic. "You seemed so extroverted just now."

"No, I do need my me time," (true), "So I guess you could say I'm not much of a 'people person'" (at least, she never learned to hang out with normal people), "...but I'm sure we will all get on fine. - I hope you don't mind if I don't always join all activities, it wouldn't be anything against you, I just don't always have the energy for that kind of thing." she much prefers the anonymity of the city for the same reason, where she can go out and meet someone when she feels like it, and stay in and ignore the world otherwise. If anyone asks, she'll say that she's a bit burned out and got recommended a small town to relax - what they don't need to know is that she is indeed quite burnt out from assassin's jobs, that she wanted to do one more big hit to get enough money to quit, but the job was so nasty, she instead killed her employer, a gang leader, and stole his money and organization paperwork instead of doing the assigned job - and is now lying low in case the rest of that organization is now looking for her. Same result, really, except she would have preferred to spend her retirement somewhere other than a suburban picket fence house.

"Alright... I guess maybe we should leave early then, leave you some energy to meet the rest?" Celeste asks.

"No, no, don't mind me, I can survive a day of welcomes, I just meant in general, for the future... Wait, is really everyone going to come today?" (goodness, those people are insane, they consider stopping someone from fixing their house for an entire day a friendly welcoming? Sounds more like slow psychological torture)

"I can text and ask whether some can come tomorrow or the weekend, if you'd like? Not that we have, like, a neighborhood groupchat, just several inofficial friendgroup chats, all friends here - well. By the american definition, I suppose, but most of us do meet up from time to time for more than just neighborhood friendlyness." Celeste offers.

"No, no, it's fine," (at least it will all be over quickly then), "and do you know anyone who could help me carry the old wardrobe upstairs? It's still standing in the living room now"

"Sure! Nile might be strong enough, or Nicky maybe, or if we try it in a group?"

"Sounds wonderful," Quỳnh replies, mentally going through the damage created by several people she doesn't trust carrying a large wardrobe up the stairs. Does she have any paint in case they hit the wall in places? She just hopes the wardrobe itself will survive. "I'm sure we'll all get on wonderful, if they're as nice as you are!" she adds with he bicest honeypot charm smile, mentally sending Now Please Go Away I Still Have So Many Things To Do.

[topconfessions]

Omg! I also read that about us getting a new superstar in the future! I honestly can't wait but I also read that she's not gonna end up with Drake because she's gonna be turned off by his super thotness lmao. But he'll absolutely wnats to be with her, at first because he'll want that super power couple image like Bey and Jay and later he'll actually fall in love and is obsessed even after they both get married to diff partners. Ik it sounds insane but some of the shit he does is even crazier than that, so I'll believe it😂

But I honestly want to have a new superstar that's gonna change the industry. I miss MJ and Bey also has declined musically wise (Beyhive can fight this WAP. I said what I said lmao). Someone new should take the throne

Beyonce has no memorable songs and doesn't make hits that will be classics. She makes music that fits the moment and that's all. And that's foul Tbh on drake end while I 100000% understand always having love for someone and still truly loving a certain person regardless of martial status, I would feel offended and leave his ass if I was the 2nd wife Tbh. You ever 10000% in love with me and over your past or not.

Drake is a super thot especially with the ant body plastic women he sleeps with... But he has a right to sleep with whoever and the whole damn crowd. He is who he is and people need to accept that. So I surprisingly feel 50/50 divided on the turn off from the girl. Is it the fact he a thot and sticks his D in anything or the Way he does it and the feeling of competition getting in the way?

And superstardom is over in this era but it would he great to see if this mystery girl could come up soon. We need it asap

[lord-explosion-baku]

Dark Elf!Aizawa x reader part 2

Warnings: dark themes, kinda horror, yandere

A/N: this is part 2 of the lovely @kattariapenn request for Dark Elf!Aizawa!! I hope you enjoy!

10 Years Ago

Hitoshi Shinsou pulls nervously at his shirt, stretching out the flimsy cotton as her searches the boundless forest for any sign of your return. Shinsou, being one year older than you, feels as though you’re his responsibility. He can’t be taking you home with dirt-clod shoes and scrapes on your knees but you had insisted on returning to the forest. After spending too much time in there, Shinsou had gotten nervous and challenged you to a race back home, but it had been nearly ten minutes since he’d gotten out of the forest and you hadn’t shown your face.

Shinsou knows he’s faster than you. He shouldn’t have challenged you to a race. He should be keeping his eye on you at all times. Where are you?

After deciding that he needs to start looking for you himself, before going home to your parents and worrying your mother, Shinsou nears the edge of the forest. All he hears is you. Giggling.

Shinsou passes one of the many twisted trees and calls for your name. The giggling stops. He spots you holding your white dress up as you dip yourself into an over dramatic curtsy.

“Y/N!” He calls again, “I beat you in the race! It’s time to go home now.”

“It was very nice to meet you. I’ll visit you again someday soon,” you say to someone you can’t see. “Yes, of course I promise!”

You giggle again and Shinsou’s eyes narrow. “Y/N!”

You turn to him, flashing the big smile that Shinsou adores. You make your merry way over to him and laugh when you jump into a huge pile of mud.

“Look at you. You’re all dirty!” Shinsou scolds though he’ll never admit that he finds your attitude very charming. “You’re mother’s gonna lash me for this!”

You hum back at him, paying no mind to his ridicule. Shinsou walks behind you as you both exit the forest, eyeing the trees that almost seem to be watching the both of you.

When you both come to the clearing, you twirl around in the grass, allowing your dress to flutter around you. Shinsou blushes.

“Ohh ‘Toshi, I’ve had the best day!” You sing, letting the sun rays dance off your skin. “I just love that forest so much!”

“Who were you talking to just before I found you?” Shinsou asks, taking a moment to peel his eyes away from you and glance back at the forest. His body gives an involuntary shiver.

“It’s a secret!” You laugh, spreading your arms out to catch the newfound warmth.

“I’m sure your parents taught you not to talk to strangers!”

“He’s not a stranger, ‘Toshi. At least, he’s no stranger than you. He’s incredible! He showed me how to talk to the birds, how he can make flowers bloom, and he can-! Well… it is a secret!”

Shinsou shoots you a doubtful look. “Whoever he was, he couldn’t have done all of that in such a short amount of time…” Shinsou can feel a prick of jealousy poking at his heart; moreover, his cheeks flush at his own pointed agitation with himself. He should not have left your side.

“He showed me so much! He said I could visit his forest whenever I want and-! and he said, that when I grow up, he’ll marry me!” You squeal, kicking your feet up in a jubilant skip.

Shinsou’s brows furrow. You must’ve gone mad. That, or you’re just trying to get on Shinsou’s nerves because you were upset about losing the race. You made up an imaginary man so you could make Shinsou feel bad about not seeing him! You always told lies like that anyways but Shinsou knows of the perfect way to get you back.

“You can’t marry him,” Shinsou smirks, “because while you were gone, a blue fairy appeared to me and she told me that I’m to marry you just so I can make sure you stay out of mischief!”

Your lips form a tight line. Your eyes search his. He’s piqued your interest. “Did she really, Hitoshi?”

“She did! I swear it!”

You take a moment to consider the situation before laughing to yourself. “Two proposals in one day! My, I must be reeeaaally pretty!”

Shinsou scowls at you. Sure, you’re pretty but you knowing you are makes him flustered. “You’re not so pretty when you’re covered in filth. You’re lucky I don’t dunk you into the river before returning you home!”

You mouth falls open. “That’s no way to treat your future wife!” You cry.

“Whaddya think I’ll do with you when you look like that?” Shinsou chuckles, knowing that he’s won you over.

Your eyes grow wistful as you briefly peek back at the forest. Maybe he hadn’t won you over.

“Hey,” Shinsou whispers. “Hey, I didn’t mean it. Even with all that dirt you still look…” he searches for the word to perfectly describe exactly how you looked… or how he feels about you. But you were too young and too dumb to hear his exact feelings without it going to your head. “Don’t be upset with me, Y/N.”

“It’s not that,” you let out a shaky breath. “My scarf… I left it somewhere… on a rock I think...” you make a move back to the trees but Shinsou grabs your hand.

“Forget about it,” is his immediate reply.

“I can’t forget about it; it’s my favorite!”

“You say that about everything you own!”

“Hitoshi!” You whine.

Shinsou looks back to forest. On the outside it looks like nothing more than thick greenery, a peaceful place where it might be nice for idle strolls. But on the inside it was dark, like a bottomless pit waiting to snatch up anyone who strays away from its already twisted path. It’s a dangerous place and Shinsou knows that but he can never resist going in there with you after you pester him for long enough. However, there are reasons why neither of you tell your parents about your short excursions. Even though Shinsou doesn’t entirely believe you’ve met a man who can make flowers bloom, there’s no way he’s letting you go back in there.

“I’ll get it.”

Shinsou resists the urge to grin at your shining, gleeful eyes. He’ll let you see him as your stoic hero forever.

You watch him go back into the woods. It takes awhile but when he returns, his eyes are tired and all the color drained from his face. He tosses the scarf over your shoulder and grabs your wrist, dragging you back to your home. He tells you you’re never going back into that forest. “And you’re not marrying any man in the woods. You’re going to marry me.”

Shinsou is different to you from that day forward.

The Present

You stretch your arms above your head and take in the floral aroma wafting around the forest. It’s springtime and the flowers are in full bloom! How lovely!

You turn to your husband, you both are laying in the bed he made for you and you find yourself overwhelmed with bliss. Spider silk sheets feel especially nice on your bare legs and he knows how soft you like everything to be. He spoils you, really, but you can’t complain. Everything he does, he does for you and for the forest.

You place your head on his chest and listen to his low and slow heartbeat. You grin when his hand lands in your head and he begins playing with your hair. You turn and kiss his fingers, beckoning him to caress your face.

“Good morning, sweet girl.”

“Mmmm, I’m not too sure it’s morning anymore,” you say with a yawn, curling against his warm frame.

“Have we overslept again?”

“We had a long night.”

“That we did… though it could’ve been longer.”

You laugh at the thought. By day, Shouta tended to his forest in a manner that you couldn’t call lazy or sluggish but he kept his attitude lax as he spoke to the animals and fed the fauna around him. At night, when his true splendor took form, he was bursting with energy and the forest, creatures and all, followed suit, coming alive and celebrating another beautiful twilight together. He didn’t waste any time winding you up and wearing you down when the time came for the two of you to be alone together. Again, you can’t complain.

You lean up and ready yourself to get out of bed but he interlocks his fingers with yours. “Stay with me, my love.”

“I would but I still need to eat, don’t I? I was thinking about going over to the river by the grape vines.”

Shouta hums and reaches around the bed to film a sack out. In it, were plush red grapes that he must’ve picked last night. He leans up, plucks one off the vine, and coaxes you to open your mouth where he gingerly places the fruit. He watches your lips and asks, “how is it?”

“Very sweet,” you grin.

“Let me taste.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You blush at the act, always quick to become flustered at his suave moves even while the two of you had been together for… a long time. The forest made it so time meant for very little to you though that did make you think about your family and how they are doing.

Shouta makes a movement with his tongue that enticing you to open your mouth for him. His tongue slips in and brushes along yours while his hands cup your face, bringing you closer for a deeper kiss. He groans into you and your stomach forms knots, feeling your energy pulled in by him. He breaks away and smiles, flashing his dangerously long canine teeth that you’ve grown to adore. You look into his mesmerizing charcoal black eyes and find your body growing heavy, the need to lay back next to him growing.

“Have your grapes,” he whispers, “but stay in bed. We can relax today.”

“Where was this attitude last night?” You ask, half serious.

He chuckles. “How can I resist acting so carnal when you were looking at me the way you were? My wife makes me act and feel like an animal.”

“You are an animal.” Still, you lay with him. You let him be content, at peace, but when his breathing yet again grows heavy and his eyes fall, you move furtively out of bed so you don’t make any sound and begin your walk. Sometimes you need to stretch your legs.

You stroll around the forest, collecting nuts and berries, smiling at the creatures watching you; a blue jay sitting in her nest chirps cheerfully at you, a shy fox skampers away, and a little fawn pokes its head curiously at you from around the tree. You feed the fawn some nuts, holding your hand out flat like your husband taught you.

You love the forest and everything about it. You love your husband though he can be a little too protective if you at times which is silly since he pretty much rules the wood. It’s just nice to get away for awhile, to relax and think. You try to shake the lingering sadness you’d gotten from the dream you woke up from. Dreaming about your ex fiancé while you’re completely content with the life you have is no fun but it did get you thinking about your family. They haven’t heard from you since the day you left to deliver muffins to the mysterious man in the woods that ended up turning your entire world around. You know that you can’t tell them about Shouta but they should still know that you’re alive. They’re not too far from you. Poking your head in for a short visit shouldn’t hurt.

Your hands brush against each moss covered tree as you pass them and you whistle a sweet little tune to yourself while you walk in the direction you think is home. But the forest grows dark, and it’s weird. It’s not time for sun down. You continue to walk and all the trees you pass a look like ones you’ve seen before. How can this be?

You start to run, deciding to take a new direction but still… everything looks the same. You pass by the blue jay’s nest and it’s weird, there are three little chicks gathered around the mother. She hadn’t even laid any eggs when you saw her before. A large bucks cautiously walks towards you and he looks at your hand expectedly. That couldn’t be… the dawn you’d seen just a short while ago.

Tears dot your eyes and you take off in yet another direction and that’s when you hear your name echoing across the trees. It’s not your husband’s voice. You race towards whoever called you, and freeze dead in your tracks when you see a man with indigo colored hair walking through the forest.

It’s hard to recognize him as your ex fiancé at first. If he hadn’t been accompanied by your ex best friend, the maid of honor that had betrayed you, Kyouka, you wouldn’t think twice about it.

He calls your name again and it pulls at your heartstrings.

“Are you sure about this, Hitoshi?” Kyouka pulls at her dress sleeves, eyeing the forestry around her.

“She’s in here. I know it. I know he has her.”

“I want to believe as much as anybody else that she’s alive but… Hitoshi, after that day… after what we did…”

“That wasn’t us,” he hissed, not even bothering to look at her. “It was him. I don’t know how, I don’t know why but I am sure of it. God dammit, why didn’t she talk to me?”

“How many more times are we going to do this, Hitoshi?”

“We don’t have to do anything, Kyouka. But I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna keep coming back to this damned forest until I find her! Y/N!!”

You call out to them but your voice doesn’t quite meet your tongue. You start to run but it’s like something was holding you in place. Bushes and fern pass you but you don’t get any closer to the two. “I’m here!” You half whisper but they don’t hear you. You watch as they both disappear behind a large redwood and your voice starts to break as you finally get to yell.

“My sweet,” you hear the dark velvety voice of your husband and freeze. You turn to him. Today he’s wearing lighter colored robes to signify the coming of spring. It would be nice if he didn’t have such a scornful look on his face. “What are you doing?”

“I…” your voice shakes, “I don’t know I thought I’d visit my parents today to tell them that I’m okay… and then I saw my old friends… and I… Shouta, I can’t seem to leave.”

“You were trying to leave?” His brows narrow, “again?”

“Again? Shouta, what do you mean ‘again?’ I haven’t… I… this is the first time.”

“No, Y/N,” he brings his arms around you and holds you in a tight embrace. He sighs. “Why must you be so ungrateful towards me? Have I not given you everything? Carried out your every whim? Need I remind you that I am entirely devoted to you and expect you to be the same?”

“Shouta… I just want to see my mother and father. My little sisters must be worried sick about me.”

“You can’t leave,” there’s an eerie finality in what he’s saying. “Perhaps I should’ve killed you when I finally found you again. Then you’d become a will-o-wisp and your allegiance to this forest would be much more supreme but I…” he pauses and looks into your eyes. “I could never hurt you, my serene bliss.”

“Sho…” you whisper his name and watch his dark eyes soften. “If this is a dream, I’d like to wake up now.”

Silver vines erupt from the ground and coil around your legs. Shouta smiles sadly about you. “I’ll put you to sleep today, Y/N. When you wake up, I promise you’ll be in a much better mood.”

The luminous vines wrap around your torso and you feel like you’re going to be sick. “Shouta, I don’t understand…”

He holds your chin between his thumb and his index finger and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. “It’s okay, my love. Just remember that you belong to this forest. These creatures are my eyes and these trees are my ears. You’ll never have to fret because I’ll always be watching you. You belong to me. You belong to the forest. And the forest won’t let you leave.”

“I… belong to the forest.”

“That’s right… Now…” he lifts a porcelain cup to your lips, “why don’t we have some tea.”

Confused but compliant, you let the liquid into your mouth. This has happened many times before but for some odd reason you can’t recall any single instance. You just know.

You let your body buzz over and lose control of your muscles. You fall into his gentle embrace and he carries you back to bed.

When you wake up everything is fine. You catch the fruity scent of strawberries and you’re thrilled to know that summer has come around. You turn to your husband who’s already awake, raking his fingers along your back, tickling you awake. His kisses your shoulder blade, sending shivers down your spine. “Good morning, sweet girl,” another kiss, “I’ve missed you.”

[phantom-does-a-thing]

WIP introduction

Here we go, WIP introduction again.  I’ve talked about this WIP way too much without actually giving an introduction.

Title: A matter of time and roses

Genre: Kind of adventure, kind of fantasy I don’t really know

Featuring: The impending question of “what on earth is your gender” throughout most of it, time travel, shapeshifting, celestial beings

Warnings: None that I know of

POV: First Person

Setting: Somewhere in America I don’t know I don’t usually think about that stuff

Status: First draft

Summary: Jay is trying his hardest to cause the apocalypse and somehow Ry is involved in this.  Jay—who is a shapeshifter—is from a different timeline.  Something that Ry didn’t even think existed until now.  She doesn’t really want the apocalypse so she has to try to stop him, only to figure out that there’s a much bigger threat that looms.  She comes across some interesting people in this time and hopefully they can work together and stop Jay, and whoever else is pulling all the strings from behind.

(Characters and other stuff under the cut)

Ry: 

Her full name is Rylan but no one needs to know that.  No one needs to know if she’s a boy or a girl either.  She’s got short cut black hair, brown eyes and a face covered in freckles.  She’s snarky and really not cut out to stop the apocalypse from happening, but she’s going to anyway.  Though she doesn’t do very well under pressure and can be very impulsive.  She’s trying her hardest and even though she’s not the strongest, or the smartest, don’t underestimate her.

Maribel:

She’s Ry’s best friend and has been there for Ry since elementary school.  Maribel is short tempered, you don’t want to get on her bad side.  She cares about her friends deeply.  She’s pretty good with first aid (which comes in handy when your best friend is a total idiot) but she’s not the best.  She’s got long brown hair and green eyes.  Maribel is really a sweet girl, as long as you don’t make her angry.

Tyler:

He’s obnoxious and annoying but he means well (I think).  He’s from a timeline ahead of Ry’s.  The same one that Jay comes from.  Tyler always carries a baseball bat with him and wont hesitate to smack someone with it.  He’s a pretty good fighter but not really the smartest.  He likes to piss people off and get a rise out of them (specifically Maribel and Veo).  He’s blunt and doesn’t really have a filter but you can’t get rid of him.  He’s got dark skin, short black hair and brown eyes, plus a scar running down his left eye.

Veo: (if you can’t tell he’s my favorite)

He’s the son of Mother Nature, but don’t ask about that, it’s kind of a touchy subject.  Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother dearly but he’s not happy with her.  He knows a lot about a lot of things, since his mother tells him tons of things.  He doesn’t have a timeline, but he can make timelines and has been trapped in one of his own making for centuries by his mother.  Veo is mostly blind, but he can somewhat see in one of his eyes (He is very particular about that).  He’s good at first aid and anything to do with plants.  He’s the curator of memories and light, the job given to him after he was born.  He’s got blond hair, tan skin and pale blue eyes.  Veo is kind, but when you leave his timeline it’s hard to remember him exactly.  A curse but on him by his mother.

Jay:

His full name is Jackson but don’t call him that. He’s a shapeshifter but he hasn’t always had that ability.  Father time gave it to him.  Jay pretends to be confident but he’s only following Father time’s instructions, with maybe a bit of guidance from him.  He’s from a future timeline and him and Tyler used to be friends.  Jay’s appearance is hard to tell because it’s constantly changing, but one thing that will never change is his bright red eyes.  He never stays in his original form, he doesn’t like how he looks.  But when he’s not changed, he has long black hair, pale skin and he’s skinny.

Mother Nature:

She’s a kind woman that obviously controls all nature on earth.  She created humans and other living creatures.  She and Father time have been married for centuries, forever in a harmony.  She’s sweet and loves all her creations dearly, including her husband.  But their relationship becomes a bit strained.  Her real name is Alva.  She’s got long curly red hair and green eyes.  She has freckles all over her face that may or may not be in the shape of stars.  She wears large round wire glasses.

Father time:

He’s rough and brutish but does his duty.  Making sure that time goes round, taking care of his wife’s creations.  He can shift time and create timelines (the only other person with that ability being Veo).  He loves his wife but doesn’t like that she always stays on earth.  Eventually he’s tired of going through the cycles over and over again, he thinks that maybe starting an apocalypse would solve that.  He just wants his wife back to himself.  He does truly love Mother nature though.  His real name is Elton.  He has tan skin and short black hair and brown eyes.  he has the start of a beard but it’s not very long and is always wearing square sunglasses.

Trinh:

She’s the daughter of Father time.  She represents Darkness and dreams though she doesn’t use that for good.  Often she’s the one giving people nightmares and scaring them.  She’s not the nicest but she has a soft spot for her half sister Luna.  She hates Veo (Her step brother) and he hates her.  She can see inside your dreams and what you fear.  She’s got long straight black hair and yellow eyes, she’s got a septum ring.  Don’t get on her bad side or she’ll really mess you up.

Luna: 

The half sister of both Trinh and Veo, she’s the daughter of both Mother nature and Father time.  She represents the moon, night time and the sky as her name portrays.  She’s a sweet innocent girl that just wants to make friends with everyone.  She loves Trinh and Veo but for some reason Veo hates her.  She wants to try and protect Veo and doesn’t really see him as capable because of his blindness.  She has long curly silver hair, silver eyes and freckles that may or may not be star shaped (like her mother).  She wears star earrings.

that’s about it for the characters I have, and I want to clear something up about like Luna, Trinh and Veo.  Even though they are like the children of both Mother nature and Father time, it doesn’t work like in Greek Mythology where the gods have affairs with other things or whatever.  No, they didn’t cheat on each other or like do any of that.  All three of their children (so far I might make more) have been made through like thoughts.  Like Mother nature, she knew that there needed to be a concept of like Memories and light and all of that and then Veo came.  So on and so forth.  They aren’t the biological children of both of them except for Luna, she was thought up together with Mother nature and Father time.  Kinda confusing.

Sooooo that’s about it, I was gonna include some snipits but this is already REALLY long even with the cut.  I’ve talked about this WIP for a very long time about the characters and all that but I kept forgetting to give an introduction to the wip (mainly because I didn’t want to introduce an unnamed wip, I just thought of the concept name today and I was like hell yes).  As always, if you have any questions feel free to ask.

[hitchell-mope]

(First film. Prologue. Instead of an iPad activated by Mal, Jay is in a white void room dressed for the coronation his hands are glowing brightest gold with magic)

Jay: once upon a time, well, two decades ago. The town loony’s daughter. Married the accursed beast. Of course he wasn’t a beast when they tied the knot (his magic creates images of the story as he tells it) true loves kiss solves everything. They had no honeymoon. Instead. Adam brought the kingdoms together and became the king of the United States of Auradon. And guess what he did? (Chuckles darkly) the overly shaved bastard pooled together his resources and magic. And engaged in necromancy, bringing back all the villains (passing by a line of said villains) you know the usual suspects, crown head, dragon lady, the psychotic furrier and my father. The mad genie. (He pauses in front of Jafar’s frozen form). Along with many many others who died in their stories. The “heroes”, for want of a better word, brought them all back. Along with the sidekicks and basically anyone who didntbfir in their perfect widdle bubble. To add insult to injury. The barrier they put up around the prison prevented them leaving even though the god of the dead were among the throngs punished. Can’t get out with out the fairy godmothers wand you see. There’s also no WiFi. So the days and nights are positively tedious. So it left them with nothing to do but procreate. How did they think villains would tear their own offspring when they’ve tried to murder innocents on multiple occasions. Needless to say their absolutely shit as parents. So we try to stay away as much as we can. Form gangs. Safety in numbers. It helps when you can turn some creepy old man who’s looking at your friend inside out with a snap of your fingers. You’ll meet more of us soon. But for now (he walks up to Ben’s portrait) you get to see the oh so handsome prince fight on our behalf against his nimrod of a father to give us basic human rights. See you soon

(His body glows completely gold and he disappears in a flash of light. Ben’s portrait is zoomed in on and changes to him rushing down a hallway with Doug)

Ben: oh darn we’re late

Doug: it’s alright. It’s not like they can start the meeting without you. You did call it after all

Ben: good point. Ohhhh if this doesn’t work I swear I’m holing myself up in my room with teenage dirtbag on repeat for a week

Doug: it’ll work

Ben: oh I hope so

(They burst into the meeting room. Several adults turn to look at him. Ben looks like he might pass out)

Ben: heh hhhhhhhhi heh heh

(He falls backwards but Doug catches him)

Doug: sorry about that but it was a long walk

Belle: it’s ok Doug. There was more then enough tea.

Adam: son.

Ben: mom. Pop. Uhhhh

Leah: Benjamin will this take long. I’m sure Audrey is waiting for you

Ben: pardon.

Leah: I’ve set reservations at a What was it Aurora?

Aurora: Burger King mommie. I suggested it.

Leah: why?

Belle (every fibre of her being fighting to not roll her eyes): anyway. Ben. What is it you wanted to talk to us about.

Ben: uh. Heh heh. As you all know I’m going to be king in a few months.

Adam: and we couldn’t be prouder

Leah: Audrey is so looking forward to your coronation then there’s the cotillion and we all know what comes after.

Snow: your majesty’s. Please. Let Ben speak. The poor child looks as though he might faint. Hello Doug dear

Doug: hi aunt Snow.

Snow: carry on Ben dear

Ben (slightly less nervous now): thank you your highness. As I was saying. I’m going to be king in a few months and I needed to decide on my first proclamation. And I’ve finally thought of one-hang on. Where are mr and Mrs Dearly

Beast: who?

Snow: the ones with all the delightful doggies

Leah: mutts. They are mutts. Who need to be shot

Aurora: I’m sorry for her. She’s recently been taken ill and hasn’t been quite the same since

Belle: she broke a leg coming back from a hunting trip. That is no excuse for her god awful behaviour

Leah: whatever do you mean?

Belle: I’d tell you. But then we’d be here forever

(Ben stays standing there unsure of what to do)

Doug: I think it may be time for Ben to say his piece yes?

Belle, Aurora and Snow: yes.

Doug: thank you. Carry on Ben

Adam: why are you here.

Doug: pardon?

Leah: yes Adam. I would like to know as well. Why are you here. Whoever you are

Doug: ah ha ooh boy. I’m Doug. Ben’s future major-domo. I’ve been in his class since pre-K.

(Leah just stares blankly at him)

Doug (long suffering sigh): my father is dopey the dwarf. Diamond miner. Made Audrey’s tennis bracelet

Leah: oh yes. So why are you in a meeting meant for royalty

Ben: IWANTTOBRINGCHILDRENOVERFROMTHEISLANDOFTHELOST

(All adults are silent. The the Dearly’s burst in)

Anita: we are so sorry we’re late. BB-8 got hold of my patent leather pumps and why does it feel like death warmed up

Belle: Ben. I’m. I’m

Leah: appalled. And so is everyone else. You have have something to do with this don’t you dwarf?

Doug (under his breath): that didn’t take long

Adam: this. Really. This is your first proclamation? Of all things

Leah (damn near hysterical): why not just tax the rich!

Aladdin: oh shut up you old bitch. Go on Ben

Ben: thank you. Al

Leah: you will address the sultan by his proper title you little bollocks

Belle: ok that’s it. Get out you psychotic old biddy

(Leah gasps dramatically)

Belle: Lumiere would you please?

Lumiere: of course ma’am

(He physically drags Leah from the room)

Jasmine: I’m assuming that us being here has something to do with what children you are picking

Ben: I

Doug (not willing to let Ben take the blame if it all goes wrong): we

Ben (immensely grateful): we, thank you Doug, looked through records and dossiers and found the first four, of many, we’d like to bring over.

Belle (encouragingly): go on dear

Ben (more firmly): the children of, Jafar, Cruella De Vil, Queen Grimhilde. And Maleficent

(From the hallway Leah lets out a hysterical screech. Belle throws a stress ball at the door to shut her up. The rest remain silent)

Roger: they, they uh. Oh my god.

Adam (trying to regain control of the situation): Dearly calm down. It’s not as bad as you believe

Anita (laughing hollowly): not bad. N. Not bad. How can it not be bad. Cruella De Vil has a child!

Aurora: oh those poor dears

Snow: stepmother has a baby? I’m a sister. No. Wait. They wouldn’t be fathers.

Phillip: how old are they.

Adam: it matters not how old they are

Aladdin, Roger and Phillip: THE HELL IT DOESN’T

Phillip: TWENTY YEARS. I SLAYED THE DRAGON. YOU BROUGHT HER BACK. AND NOW WE FIND OUT SHE HAS A CHILD. Oh my god!

Snow: I feel sick.

Adam: now look what you’ve done Ben.

Aurora: Ben didn’t engage in necromancy and bring people who have hurt us back from the dead, dump them on an island that we can all see from our windows. And leave them to raise children. I for one commend him on wanting to try and do what’s right by those that we have left to squander.

Ben: thank you Aurora

Belle: when do you plan on bringing them over dear?

Ben: about that.

(Aladdin laughs. Well. Cackles is more like it)

Jasmine: today?

Ben: yes. At least. I hope so.

Anita: pardon dear?

Doug: we don’t know what their parents are like. If they are like the sultan and her husband or if they are like

Phillip (looking directly at Adam): I completely understand. It’s just

Aurora: we’re going on vacation to Malta. Right after this meeting in fact. So

Ben: no matter how much you want to meet Maleficent’s child. You can’t.

Aurora: if it helps. Audrey will be here I’m sure she’ll support you in your des... (Belle gives her a withering stare) yeah I know.

Ben: I told her last month, when I came up with the idea in fact

Phillip: and

Ben: she laughed me off. Then made me take her shopping.

Doug: if it helps Lonnie Jane fairy godmother and I are 100% behind him king Phillip

Phillip: it does actually Doug. Thank you

Ben: dad. Just hear me out. Every time I look out there over the water I feel like we abandoned them.

Adam: then close the drapes

Leah (from the hallway): hear hear

Belle: SHUDDIT

Aladdin: I for one love the idea. I look forward to meeting them.

Ben: thank you sir

Belle: when do we expect them

Ben: this afternoon. Hopefully.

Belle: and I’m assuming you’ve had this set up for a while

Doug: fairy godmother had helps us get everything ready.

Belle: that’s good. I suggest we adjourn this meeting so Ben can put the finishing touches on the task.

(Everyone leaves the room. Ben and Doug stay behind with Belle)

Ben: thanks mom

Doug: thank you your majesty

Belle: you’re welcome boys. Remember. My door is always open

(All three leave and go their separate ways. The boys head to Ben’s room where two girls are waiting)

Lonnie: well?

Ben: mom’s on board

Lonnie: and your dad?

Doug: who gives a shit what he thinks?

Lonnie: true.

Ben: thank you. All three of you. I couldn’t have done it without you all

Jane: you didn’t need me.

Ben: I did. Your my friends. I can hardly do anything without you guys

Lonnie: well there are a couple of things you need to do with our us. Exams for instance

Doug: thank god you said exams

Jane: uh oh

Ben: what?

Jane: 3...2...1...

(Another girl throws open the door and walks in like she owns the place)

Doug (aside to Jane): you have to teach me that

Jane: it’s magic. You can’t learn it. I don’t even want it.

Audrey: of course you don’t

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

oooh I’d definitely like to see mick and xander for the character sheet thing!

Alright! I’ll do Mick on this one and a separate one for Xander.

Dotted orange text is category

Numbered bold text is subcategory (ie. favorite food and favorite color under Favorites)

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Name: Makana Kaya Birch

From: Broken Record and Creating a Rift (my Teen Beach Movie fanfictions)

Age: 16 (Broken Record) and 18-19 (Creating a Rift

Appearance: Brown hair, just past shoulder blades. Brown eyes with a green ring. Wears mostly shorts and t-shirts in her world, but wears more dresses and play suits in Wet Side Story.

Preferences:

Sexuality: Straight

Favorites:

Food: Tacos

Color: Red

Animal: Octopus

Weather: Snowing. She visited New Hampshire with her parents for Christmas one year and fell in love with snow.

Season: Summer

Time of day: Afternoon/Evening

Music: Beach Boys

Foods they will/will not eat.

Will: Pretty much anything.

Won’t: Chili and yogurt. (Frozen yogurt is fine, just not regular yogurt)

Religion: The attend church, never said which. It’s up to the reader.

Political Beliefs: Independent. (She chooses whoever seems best, not by their status as either a Democrat or a Republican)

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Personality: Empathic. Laid back to an extent, but mature enough to know when to be serious. She has a good head on her shoulders and has high hopes for attending a college in Florida, the other side of the country.

Family:

Parents: McKenzie Phoebe Birch, née Ellis, and Brady Aaron Birch

Any siblings? No.

Family life:

What was it like growing up? Pretty nice. Mack was the more serious one and Brady was the more laid back one. They evened each other out enough for Mick to have a simple, yet loving childhood.

Anything from childhood that affects them in their present state? Being taught to surf at only 3. Her great-grandfather (Mack’s grandfather) teaching her that communication is important in relationships. Her parents making her watch Wet Sode Story all the time and listen to their stories about being there.

Discipline as a child? If she got in trouble at school/at home she was kept from surfing, dancing and listening to music. If she got grounded for any reason, she was kept between home and school along with the aforementioned discipline. Getting low grades was never something Mick worried about, but her parents knew that if she got a grade lower than a C, she would get a tutor, but that was all.

Rich, poor or in between? In between. They weren’t rich rich, but they had enough to not worry about money much. Due to Mack being a professor and Brady creating new technology along with taking over the surf shop, they were well off.

Cultural history:

Any affects? Not really. She is French, Italian and a touch Scottish. Mack and Brady taught her that she was no different from anyone else and that skin color/cultures don’t mean you can treat/be treated by others differently.

Traditions? Visiting her Mom’s family back in New Hampshire every other Thanksgiving. They visit Australia to surf every year. Brady’s family will take the family for a vacation every once in a while.

Flaws

Overthinker. Mick takes things apart bit by bit until she’s come to her own conclusion, whether it be right or wrong.

Too straight forward. She has no filter to keep things from going directly from her mind to her mouth. Sometimes, she’ll catch herself, but other times, what she’s thinking will make it’s way out.

Over emotional. I think we’ve all seen her overreact to things like the whole journal thing and the idea that Butchy might drop her for someone better.

Wants

Attend a college.

Get married, maybe get a dog.

Visit England and maybe Japan.

Help her dad make new kinds of surfboards.

Needs

Family time.

Medication (EpiPen and inhaler).

Love, both familial and otherwise.

Pictures of cute animals.

Fears

Heights.

Alzheimer’s/Dimentia.

Losing the ability to surf.

Being strangled/attacked.

Losing her best friends/family/husband.

How do they handle:

Disappointment: If directed toward herself, she clams up and holds it against herself for a while. If directed towards others, she will make sure to say she’s disappointed, yet not make it a big deal after maybe a day or so.

Anger: Depending on the range, she can go from rolling her eyes and scoffing to full on assault mode where she can (and will) harm the person *cough* Xander *cough*

Embarrassment: Try to fight it and pretend her face isn’t a cherry look alike.

Betrayal: From a friend, probably alienate herself from them slowly until there isn’t any more contact between them. From others, most likely just say “why?” and try to move on.

Fight or flight: Depends, once again. In an attack, fight. In a situation she really doesn’t wanna be a part of, fly like a bird.

Money: Mick hates to spend money on herself. She likes to save her money and use it when necessary if it’s on herself. She’s all for spending on her friends, though, as long as it’s in reason.

Lack of sleep: Insert Red Bull and energy pills.

Alcohol: Hahahahaha! Fucking drunk off her ass. I could see her going through this, stage by stage, within maybe an hour of drinking:

Injustice: Try to find a way to make things right again. “There will always be a solution as long as we try hard enough.” -Mick from a future chapter...

Mental illness: She gets so frustrated about it, lemme tell you. When she got her memory back, a seed of fear planted itself in her that she may lose her mind someday. She’s not from the perfect world Butchy’s from, she’s scared of forgetting everything again.

Grief: Closing herself off so nobody can see her crying or worrying over existential fears.

Exercise: Other than dancing, surfing, and maybe riding her bicycle, she despises exercising. Her gym teacher in elementary school made them run laps on the track around the football field almost every class, so she developed a hatred of exercise. (My school had a mile long track around the field that our teacher forced us to do. Use that as a guide for how far the teacher made these 5-9 year old kids run)

Defining moment: You’ll see it soon, let’s just leave it at that.

How do they feel about:

Glitter: Every Halloween, Mick will run to the costume supply shop and stock up on all of the glitter they possess. Pressed glitter, yup. Little bottles that you’re supposed to put on as necklaces, you betcha! Glitter eyeliner, ooooh yeah! Glitter witch hats and sparkly crowns, she owns three of them already!

Ferris Wheels: HECK NO.

Camping: In a camper, yes. On the ground, no. Not with all the mosquitoes and other creepy crawlies lurking about. In other words, Mick is our average Glamper.

Coffee: Brown water with ground up beans? Yeah, no, she’ll pass.

Crispy or floppy bacon: Any bacon is good bacon. She likes it in the middle, but anyway is good, really.

Mushrooms: Allergic.

Twilight Saga: Sparkly boys and werewolves and a fucking creepy cgi baby and-, hold up, is that Jay? Like, Mal and Malina’s friend? Wtf??? 🤨🤨

Guns: Owns a mini gun for protection and shares custody of a shotgun with Butchy. Butchy taught her how to use them both properly in case of an emergency or if someone were to break in. She is a licensed owner and never has had to use them before. She believes that guns don’t kill people, the people holding them do.

Extras

Do they have a signature smile? Not really.

Do they have a tell when they lie? Fidgeting with fingernails or scratching her head.

Do they have any nervous ticks? Her fingers shake, she bites her lips/cheeks, and her legs bounce if she’s sitting at a table or something.

Do they speak loudly, softly, or average? Average, leaning more toward loud.

Quality of voice. Smooth, like a lake on a windless day. Her voice rises more toward the middle of her sentences, but can also fall into a deeper tone if she’s not really concentrating on her inflection. It’s almost like watching a pinball rise and fall throughout a game, never sure where it’ll go.

Do they gesture when talking? She’s French. Of course she talks with her hands. Perhaps she should take up sign language, that might help her to stop gesturing so loudly 😆

Do they understand personal space? Yes, very much so. She enjoys her personal space and grants that to other as well out of habit.

How do they greet others? Usually “Hey” “Hi” or “What’s up?”

How do they say goodbye? “See you later/around!”

Something they always have with/on them. The bracelet with Butchy’s initial that matches the one he has with her initial. Her engagement ring. The flower ring. Her lucky shell necklace with a heart bead dangling from the center.

Do they recognize people better by their face or their name? She’s terrible with both, to be honest. She knows the names of people, but can never decide if it’s them or not by looking at them.Reversely, if she were to recognize someone as familiar, she wouldn’t be able to place a name with them until they said who they were.

What do they admire most in others? Honesty. Fairness. Compassion. Love of animals. Love in general. Intellect.

Pet peeves. Silverware grinding on ceramic plates/bowls. Questionably sticky floors. Loud people when there’s no reason to be loud.

What grosses them out? The smell of sliced cheese with nothing else on/with it, the smell of peroxide/rubbing alcohol, moist objects, the smell of diesel radiating off of a truck.

[baekjohn]

whoever gets to marry jay park in the future,, i just hope they know that they are the luckiest bitch in the universe

[kaileah-kat]

There’s more, here’s part four.

I’m avoiding fluffy and shippy headcanons :D Plus I’m just really bored. Have some things that have happened to the gang while working! And these totally aren’t based on real events. That would be ridiculous. There’s fictional events in here too, don’t worry!

Patton once forgot to scan a large stack of a woman's coupons. She also works at Rainbow Mart. Sorry Kathy. :(

In the produce department, a cart of bagged salad fell and buried an old lady.

Virgil finished scanning a woman's groceries and at the end, she gave him a dollar. Before he could say/do anything she was gone.

Logan didn’t hear part of a customers question. He asked the man to repeat it and the man just walked away annoyed, leaving Logan equally as frustrated.

When Roman was a cashier, a man left his cart in Romans lane. The man left angerly, using all sorts of profanity. Emile was there, so was Belial. (The man also yelled at Belial) Roman just stood there, staring at the cart with at least $300 worth of groceries. Everyone was confused.

A can of corn fell on Virgils foot from an about 3 foot high shelf... He nearly screamed “fuck” in front of a four year old.

There are about four shopping carts in the grocery back room that don’t belong to Rainbow Mart. No one knows how they got there, they all just accept it.

Emile had a surgery and was out of work for a bit and whenever anyone saw Logan all they did was ask when he was coming back because they missed him. :’)

Roman once dropped a watermelon and it exploded. Immediately after he spilled a container of blueberries. He never felt so defeated.

The only time Virgil ever wanted to smack someone was when whoever was in charge of the soap and bleach cart last left seven broken containers of comet for him to be surprised with. The shit was everywhere!

Registers # 1,8 & 13 are the worst registers you could ever be placed at. Belial somehow manages to make sure Virgil was at one of them for at least half of his shift. 

Once a child said he wanted to marry Patton because he was handsome. It was the highlight of Pattons day and it was only the beginning of his shift.

Remember Kyle? Well, once he showed up for his shift and immediately ran up to Virgil and said something along the lines of “the snake is sleeping”

Virgil was so confused until he later walked past the front end managers office and saw Belial passed out on the desk because holy shit, Kyle got a hold of some Narcotic and put it in his coffee. Virgil still doesn’t know how.

On the good side, Belial didn’t bother them until the next day. 

Logan once caught Remy sleeping a closet in the supply room (probably because he was raving the night before). Logan just shook his head and went “You’re a disgrace to the uniform” and shut the closet door.

“Virgil want to cause chaos?” “How?” “Well I say we reorganize everything and confuse everyone-” “Kyle, let’s not.”

Emile nearly lost his mind when he gave an employee one really important task and it never got done. 

Once Roman lost a bet and he had to get acrylic nails. He hit them against something, one of them broke and he’s never experienced that intense level of pain.

I think I’m going to end here. I’m running out of ideas, oops. 

HERE’S PART ONE

HERE’S PART TWO

HERE’S PART THREE

HERE’S A FLOOR PLAN

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