#yep the best vacation location ever

[littlemissidontcare]

Please. Margo comes from money and spent more time on vacation than she did working when she dated Seb. Just because she’s an immigrant doesn’t mean she is poor and has a work ethic. People forget she did CA multiple times. Posted herself wearing Native America headdress in IG and laughed at people who called her out for it /// Well, first of all, it was a pic of her in a headdress, which is bad, but it was literally just her wearing it, no party, no full face paint, no offensive captions full of slurs. It’s still CA and still bad but just never on the level of Alejandra. I legit don’t remember her laughing at people or even people calling her out for it. They did however called her out for wearing a fur hat, which she was adamant to keep. And what you say did CA multiple times? When was that? Native headdress is one. That’s it. Her work ethic... yep, she wasn’t anywhere near the level of the workaholic Seb, despite that however she worked a lot. First of all, during her rs with Seb (in a span of 2 years), she did multiple acting workshops, which your precious AW is so above, she filmed 2 tv shows, at least 4 movies 2 of which ended up at Sundance. Already more than AW did in the last 2 years. She filmed 2 shorts for which she got some awards as the best actress and filmed a music video for a suicide awareness. Did AW ever do that? Did AW ever get any awards for her acting? Genuinely asking btw. Anyway, Margo ended up getting her role in The Deuce while still with Seb and he helped her film her audition tape after which she immediately cut their trip to London short to go back to in person audition. Just a few months after their breakup, she did an off broadway performance, ended up getting another longer off broadway play, filmed another movie, got some festival notices, got a part in a charity HBO monologue project, got her own TV show on Netflix in which she was THE LEAD in and the shoot was almost 6 months long, got another co-lead in a mini-series, filmed that, had 2 photoshoots, had multiple auditions, went back to London and did the promo for the mini series and now got 2 roles in 2 big franchises, one of which she’s currently filming in England. That to me sounds like WAY more than what AW did in the past year or 5. Margo’s vacations weren’t even so slumped together the way it always is with Alejandra who works for 3 days and then immediately goes to spa and vacations. I can recall just 2 proper vacations she’s had while in a rs with Seb (Mexico and Italy for his bday) all of which happened in 2014 and 2015. She started going on vacations more after their break up. I remember the issue with her being not working as much as he was, not even going some place. She was also actively involved in the charity in which SHE did something rather than asking people to do something. She read to the elderly every other month and visited children charities and actually spent time with them teaching them acting and dancing stuff. When was the last time AW did something like that? Oh yeah, she was at the donation location of Pine’s supported charity in 2020. Good for her. I’d ask whether she’d be there without him but I think we all know the answer.

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[airis-paris14]

Starlight Chapter 13

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who's spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T'Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

2 months later

“Amani, I’m about to head out,” Amare called, grabbing her house keys off of the hook. “Okay, hold on, I'll be right back Baby.” T’Challa nodded into the phone and muted himself to speak to someone off screen. Amani hurried down the stairs and smiled at her little sister. “Okay, passport, keys, tickets, wallet, and medicine in carryon?”

“Yes mother,” Amare smirked.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe kid,” the older Okeke smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “You’re 18, not 21, so please, no sneaking off without telling Shuri’s guards where you all are going. Limit your alcohol intake, I know it’s legal over there but the last thing I need is a call from a German hospital saying you have alcohol poisoning.”

“I promise I will limit the drinking, and the sneaking out.”

“Good. Have fun, be safe. I love you.” Amani smiled and pulled her sister in for another hug. “Love you too sis. I’ll only be gone for a week.”

“I know, but you know I hate saying goodbye. You’re all I have left kid. But I want to let you live, so go before you miss your flight. Hug Shuri for me.

“I’ll call you when I land.” Amare bounded down the front steps and into her already packed car. Amani sighed watching her wave one last time before pulling off down the street. She waved at the patrol car as it drove by on its hourly surveillance drive by, before locking her door and heading up the stairs into her office. “And I’m back,” she plopped into her seat, reopening her MacBook.

“Personally I don’t think it’s fair that our sisters see each other more than we do,” the king teased. Amani rolled her eyes, “This is their first time seeing each other since we came home, it’s only been two months,” Amani laughed. “Yes, and after having you here for three months, I’ve decided that 61 days is too long to be out of your presence.”

“Well you know I’m working to get the venue started up, I just can’t travel as much as usual. You know I would be there if I could,” Her voice began to tremble.

“I know my love,” T’Challa reassured, “I am just teasing,” he frowned, noticing her eyes tearing up. “I know but lately I’ve just been feeling like such a bad girlfriend,” she began to sob and the king panicked. “Hey no, you’re perfect. Nothing's wrong. It’s on both of us and I was gonna tell you that I was planning to surprise you with a visit.”

“Really?” Amani sniffled.

“Yes so please stop crying entle.” The heiress grabbed a tissue from the box she had begun to keep on her desk after noticing that even the little things made her tear up. “I’m sorry. I ruined the surprise again,” she chuckled, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It is fine, now you have something to look forward to. You hate them anyway,” the king teased.

“Are you sure you’re alright though my love? You have been extra-sensitive lately.”

“In more ways than one,” the heiress murmured. “Have you been to the new doctor, did she run the tests the doctor here ordered?” The king grabbed a stack of papers and began signing them. “Yep,” Amani read over and responded to an email her contractor sent before turning her attention back to T’Challa. “I have an appointment with her tomorrow. She and Dr. Zabulie both sounded very excited so I’m hoping it's a positive result.”

The king smiled at the news, “Well then I’ll be expecting a full report as soon as you know.”

“Of course. I’ll call your mother as well, I wouldn’t even be in this position if you all hadn’t encouraged me to go see another doctor.”

“We both just want what is best for you,” the king smiled, “but unfortunately I have a meeting to attend to my love. I will call you later tonight, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll see you later.” She blew a kiss through the phone before the king had to hang up. After responding to more emails, she scheduled some property manager interviews for later in the week and a building walk through. Her phone caught her attention as it began to ring, “Hello?” She answered. “Hey, Kura and I finished those designs for different set ups and interiors, are you free to go over them?”

“Yeah,” Amani smiled. While in Wakanda she and her friends decided to go into the event business together. They’d bought an old hotel downtown in Atlanta and decided to turn it into a sleepover venue. With suites and rooms designed for different party sizes and moveable features to make the room age appropriate. A spa, boutique, and restaurant, would be located on the grounds as well. There was also a separate grand ballroom and garden that allowed them to market the place as an all in one wedding venue. They’d started work while in Wakanda and now two months later they were weeks away from opening the ballroom, gardens, and other non overnight amenities for event bookings. They would use the money from the rentals to help recover the costs of renovating the hotel rooms.

“Bet. We’ll be over in 30. Sakura has to pick up the pizza first.”

“Cool, don’t forget extra garlic butter sauce. Imma hop in the shower. Y’all can just use your keys to let yourselves in.”

After hanging up the phone Amani hopped in the shower and let the water soothe her muscles. She’d been working so hard to make sure everything came together and it finally was. She was more in love with T’Challa each day, she was starting a business with her friends, and Darius had been spotted in New York living with some family he had there. She still had nightly surveillance, but knowing that he’d move out of the state definitely calmed her nerves.

“Madiyson?” The heiress called as the sound of the front door caught her attention. When she didn’t receive a response she shrugged and figured she had her beats on. She quickly motioned with her coconut oil,slipped into some sweatpants, and pulled a sports bra over her head before a voice sent a chill down her spine. “You’ve been holding out on me Amani.”

Darius got up from his seat behind her on the bed and revealed the kitchen knife he was holding. “If I had known you could look like that, I would’ve made you work out more.”

“How the hell did you get in my house?”

“No Thank you? Darius frowned.

“What do I have to thank you for?”

“Giving you a second chance,” Darius smirked before lunging at the Okeke heiress. Amani, dodged his lunge as he ran into the dresser she was standing in front of. “ A second chance for what you bastard!” The heiress resisted the urge to search for her phone, she knew Darius, he watched her eyes always to anticipate her next move. “You ruined my life. You were supposed to be my wife, look pretty, give me kids. Instead your ass got me locked up for damn near life. Now my dad is all on my ass because he had to call in a favor with the DA and the governor in one sitting-”

“Well maybe your ass should’ve just stayed in jail then!” Amani ducked, expecting the lamp on the nightstand to fly towards her head. She took the moment she dodged the light fixture to locate her phone. It was too far and she knew that she’d never be able to reach it before Darius finished his spiel. She’d have to leave her friends a clue that something had gone wrong.

“Now,” Darius eyed Amani as she backed up against the wall, “as I was saying. Everyone is counting on me to not fuck up! Which means I need to get my old life back, starting with you Ms. Okeke, now heiress of the Okeke Industries Tech Conglomerate.”

“No one will ever believe that we are a happy couple once again Darius, they found me, clinging to life, hypothermic, and bleeding because you literally beat our child out of me. It was on the five o'clock news for weeks straight.” Amani risked eyeing her keys once more, hoping that the plan she was hatching would work.

“What better way to show them that I am a changed man, than by having you forgive me. A redeemed love, a true love,” Darius stepped up to Amani and caressed her cheeks and lips. The woman felt like crawling out of her skin but she held it together. “Why don’t you just find another woman?” Not that Amani wished Darius on any other woman, she’d prefer he’d be locked up in a cell, but she needed to get him to back up. “Does it really matter? I want you, and I’ve already invested a lot in you Amani. You got a little break to have fun and spend time with other men, but you are mine. You always were and you always will be, it’s time I got a return on my investment. “ Darius took a seat on Amani’s bed and she silently rejoiced.

“Okay, then what’s your plan?”

“You don’t need to know all of that. Just know that I’m not leaving you behind Amani.” Darius pointed the knife and Amani nodded, “I’m just gonna grab my keys,” she gestured. “If I go missing, the police will look at all of your father’s and friend’s properties, no one will think I was stupid enought to take you to one of our vacation homes.” At least the waitress hoped this wasn’t the stupidest idea she’d ever had.

“Nah, cause I’m sure your friends and man know all about those places. Not to mention your little sister.”

“Amare is out of the country at a science conference, won’t be home for two weeks, you’ll have time to move me before she can get back. As for the others, they don’t even know we own vacation properties.” Amani scoured through her keys and grabbed the one she knew her sister would recognize as missing first. “Here, we can go to the chateau in the mountains in North Carolina. It’s secluded. No one for miles around.”

Darius stood up, “Nah, there’s a reason you’re helping me. What is it?”

“You’re never gonna leave me alone otherwise. I don’t wanna die, and this is most likely the last time I’ll ever get a decision about something that happens to me. Think of it as my final words.” As soon as the excuse left her mouth Amani felt her mouth go dry and heavy, for some reason, it did feel like she’d sealed her own fate.

“Amani!” Madiyson called as she entered the apartment. Sakura followed in hot on her heels to place the heavy pizzas in the kitchen. “I still don’t know why you ordered four pizzas for 3 people,” Madiyson laughed, dropping all of her interior design sketches and renderings on the table. “As much of a perfectionist each of us is… We're gonna be here all night and y’all are gonna be glad I bought enough pizza.”

“Well if AMANI would BRING. HER. ASS. DOWN. THE. STAIRS we could get started and be done at a godly hour.” Madison yelled up the stairs into the continued silence. “You told her we were coming, right?”Sakura joined her friend at the base of Amani’s stairs and frowned. “Yeah, she said just let ourselves in.”

“Maybe she’s taking a nap, she’s been doing that more often than usual.”

“Oh god, if she’s taking a nap then she’ll be dead to the world right now. You wanna wake her up while I set up?” Madiyson shook her head and walked back over to the couch in the living room. “Sure, just throw me into the lion’s den. You know she hates being woken up by anyone but Amare and Ada.” Sakura whined. “You’ll be fine, she would never hate you. Just make it seem like she woke herself up. Throw a pillow or something.” Madiyson shrugged and opened her laptop.

“Always the sacrifice, never the beneficiary,” Sakura mumbled as she jogged up the stairs into Amani’s room. “Mani,” the afro-asian woman sang as she burst into the room, only to be greeted by a perfectly made bed. “Amani?'' She tried to calm her heartbeat as she checked her friend’s closet and bathroom. “Okay focus, details details,” Sakura chanted to herself. “7:47, no phone in the room, nothing messed up, somebody sat on the bed,” the waitress took note of the room as she backed her way out, down the stairs, and towards the garage. “Hey, did you- what’s wrong,” Madiyson frowned as her best friend opened the garage door and looked out. “Did she say she was gonna leave?” Sakura ignored Madiyson’s original question, feeling her stomach drop at the presence of Amani’s car, and the empty house. “No, she said she was gonna take a shower-”

“Madiyson, She’s not here.”

“Look, I already told you what happened. Madiyson called Amani at 6:30, she picked me up, we picked up the pizzas, let ourselves in, but she wasn’t here when i went to check on her. I went into the room at 7:47. The shower had been turned on and the room was steamy, and someone had sat on her bed but Amani hates that unless she’s about to go to sleep. Except she isn’t in her room sleeping!”

“Why are you all not taking this seriously! Her abusive ex is a known kidnapping threat. For God’s sake she’s had a 24/7 patrol for months because there was fear he would try to retaliate! Now that she’s missing, y’all aren’t doing a damn thing.” Madiyson butted in frustrated at the officers staring at them like they were aliens from outer space.

“Ma’am, we are just trying to get all the facts first-”

I’ve given them to you three times, if you can’t comprehend then we’ve got a bigger problem!” Sakura fumed and the officers stood. “We’ll call headquarters and see what we can do. Technically it has to be 48 hours before we can report and adult as missing-”

“Just get out please,” Madiyson sighed. She held open the door for the officers who hesitated, their feathers obviously ruffled.

“I’ll try calling Amare again.” Sakura stood and walked out after the officers left. Madiyson locked the door and stared up at the clock, realizing she should probably call T’Challa.

“Hello?” Madiyson breathed deeply as the call finally connected to the king, “T, she’s gone,” the woman’s voice warbled but her words shook the king all the same. “What do you mean she is gone?” He stood, immediately stumbling to slip on some shoes and race through the halls to his mother’s room. “Sakura and I came for a meeting, and she wasn’t here. Her car is here but she isn't and she assured us she’d be here taking a shower. Someone else was here because someone was sitting on her bed, at the bottom. You know she hates people ruffling her sheets.”

“Have you talked to Amare? Are you sure she didn’t take her to the airport?”

“We’ve been trying to reach her but she's still on the plane. She would have been back by now if she just went to the airport. She knew we were coming.” Madiyson broke, sobbing into the phone.

T’Challa’s heart dropped, his mind racing back to how he’d begged his lover not to go back until the rumors that her abuser had officially moved were confirmed. Now she was gone and the king felt he had failed to protect her. “Madiyson, Madiyson, I need you to breathe and keep breathing. Did you call the police?”

“Yes, but-“ Madiyson stumbled trying to regain her composure, “they said since it hasn’t been 48 hours it’s not technically a missing persons case.”

The king felt anger rush through his veins, “So they aren’t doing anything?”

“Not really,” Madiyson moved to grab tissue from Amani’s bathroom. “Have her call the detectives over these two imbeciles. She was on 24 hour surveillance due to risk of revenge from her abuser. Them sitting around doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, I know, I’m heading downstairs right now-” Madison paused as she noticed Amani’s keys on her vanity. “Wait, one of her keys-” Madison trailed off flipping through the keys. “One of her keys is what?” T’Challa knocked on his mother’s door. “It’s missing. When her parents died, she kept keys to all of their properties. With them all labeled with numbers but I don’t know which one is which. Just number three is missing,” Madison ran a hand over her braids and huffed. T’Challa banged on his mother’s door again before taking a step back and pacing the hall. “Okay, You and Sakura just stay there, keep trying to reach Amare. I’m on my way and I’ll try to reach Shuri. See if you can figure out what key is missing.”

“Okay, call us when you land.”

T’Challa hung up the phone, “Umama!” He banged on the door before Ramonda yanked it open. “T’Challa, what in Bast’s name-”

“It’s Amani, she’s missing. We have to go now, can you try to reach Shuri? Her friends think they have a lead but we need to reach Amare.”

“How long has she been missing?” The queen mother rushed back in her room and started to get dressed and pack a bag. “We don’t know, I just got off the phone with Madiyson. They went to the house and she was missing.”

“Did they call the police?”

“They say they can’t report her absence until 48 hours has passed,” T’Challa opened his beads and messaged Okoye. I need you, Ayo, a plane, and five of your best warriors. Meet me on the tarmac in 30.”

“When do we leave?”

“In 30 minutes, I have to pack a bag. Ayo and Okoye will meet us at the tarmac with some back up, can you please try to reach Shuri while I get ready?”

“Yes, I will try calling her.”

The king nodded and turned to rush back to his room. “T’Challa,” Ramonda called out,”We will find her. She will be alright.” He offered his mother a sad smile before continuing down the hall.

“It’s the North Carolina key?”

“Yes. Number 3 it's her favorite number for her favorite house.” Amare insisted as Sakura flipped through the keys again.

“Do you know the address?” Madison interrupted.upiui

“Uh, number 3 Lodge Street Asheville, North Carolina.”

“And you’re sure that is the key that is missing?” T’Challa interrupted Madiyson and Amare. The teen looked at the king through the camera, the lights of the quinjet humming behind her as Shuri watched on. “Yes, I’m positive. Amani is heading to the North Carolina house.”

The king hit the table and turned to his guard, “We are heading to North Carolina. Now.”

“We’ll meet you there-”

“No,” T’Challa and his mother answered at the same time.``You two stay exactly where you are,'' Ramonda demanded. “All due respect, I am not staying over here in Germany when my sister has been kidnapped by her abuser!” Amare rebutted. “Yes, but for all we know he has men looking for you too. As well as Madiyson and Sakura. So until then, at least we know where you are. We are sending Dora Milaje to your hotel.” T’Challa finalized.

“No, I am not standing back when my sister is in danger. I wasn’t there the first time she was saved and opened her eyes, I want to be there this time.” Amare demanded while she teared up and T’Challa sighed. He walked around the desk to look at Okoye and his mother. “You all can head back to Wakanda, once the extra Dora arrive. Once we have her, we’ll bring her back to Shuri’s lab, there you guys can see her.” The king looked at everyone in the room, “Besides, I don’t think it is safe for any of you to be in the US alone right now.”

“So what are you saying?” Sakura sat up from her place on the couch. T’Challa nodded at the general of the Dora Milaje. Okoye tapped her staff and escorted the rest of the warriors out of the home. Once the door had shut the room turned to face T’Challa again. “I have been thinking, especially in light of what has happened to Amani, that you all should move to Wakanda. Stay in the palace of course. I know you two would have to travel for business and Amare we’d have to figure out your schooling, but it is obvious that this government has no vestment in keeping you all safe. I can do something about it and I will, if you all will let me.”

“I don’t know T-” Madiyson started.

“I had been thinking about transferring to study with Shuri, but I don’t know how Amani would take it.” Amare added. “She’s not just gonna give up her independence. She just got it back from Darius,” Sakura added. “I know but it is not safe here, at least for now. As well connected as that fugitive is, who knows what will happen to you all if he goes back to jail. I let Amani convince me she would be safe, and now two months later we are searching for her praying to Bast that she isn’t dead.”

“T’Challa this is not your fault,” Sakura interjected. “I know, but if I can keep you all safe, I have a responsibility to do so. You will have free will and autonomy, but at least inside Wakanda’s borders, I can guarantee your safety.

“I think this is a lovely conversation, but might I remind you all that this is a time sensitive case. Let’s table this discussion until we all make it back to Wakanda” Shuri interrupted the discussion that seemed to be heading towards an endless round table. “Shuri is right, time is of the essence.” Ramonda spoke standing, “everyone comes back to wakanda for the time being. Once we rescue Amani, we send our war dogs to clear any suspicions and make sure it is safe for you all to return. Then we make a decision. Until then-“

“We focus on the task at hand.” Madiyson finished and Ramonda agreed. “Shuri and Amare head back home once the Dora arrive. When we have Amani we’ll let you know.”

“Keep my sister safe T’Challa,” Amare asserted before hanging up. “She’s just nervous,” Sakura reassured. “We are all glad we have someone here to help us this time. But we should get on the road. Darius works fast.” The Afro-Asian waitress added solemnly. The king nodded, “Phambile,” he called and the guards opened the doors escorting everyone to the cars waiting to race to the airport.”

Fourteen Hours Ago

“Amani.” The heiress fumbled to wrap the stick back it s package and hide it on the sink before running out of her bathroom. “Hey,” she offered her younger sister a smile but only received a confused face in return. “Hey, you’re up early, I thought you’d be sleep,” Amare took a seat in one of the overstuffed arm chairs in her sisters bedroom. “I wasn’t feeling well. I got up to take some medicine no biggie,”Amani shrugged. “You go to the doctor again soon right? You should have her check it out.”

“She’s an OBGYN, but I’ll see what she might be able to recommend.”

“Cool, well I’d been thinking-“

“Oh that’s never good,” the heiress laughed as her sister shot daggers her way. “As I was saying. I’ve been thinking about transferring to study in Wakanda with Shuri. It’d make it easier for you to come see Tchalla and I could get accustomed to the culture before we move there-“

“Hey hey, who said we we’re moving to Wakanda?”

“Amani. I’m not dumb or a little girl anymore. I know how marriages and relationships work. I know you live tchalla. I know he loves you. And I know how monarchies work. I also know that T’Challa has asked you to move in or visit more often and that I’m probably the reason you’re hesitant about doing either.”

“You’re right, but I didn’t say anything cause I don’t want you thinking you have to move because of me and T’Challa. I want you to follow your dreams, and dtudying at MIT was one of those dreams.”

“And dreams change, Amare reminded. I used to any to be a ballerina, astronaut, actress, and hear I am studying at MIT. And now, I know that the university of Wakanda can offer me so much more. Plus I’ll get to spend more time with my best friend and take advantage of her lab. It’s a win win!” The young genius insisted. Amani sighed and settled on the chair next to her.

“How about we finish out this fall semester and pick up the conversation over Christmas break. I just don’t want you to regret anything.” The older sister explained.

“That’s fair.” Amare nodded and stood. “Back to you though, are you sure you’re feeling well enough for me to leave?”

“Now you sound like the older sister. I’ll be fine kid, you go have fun at your conference thing in Germany. Have you finished packing?”

“Nope, I wanted to get and early start at the stores so I can pack before my flight.”

“Okay, I’m headed back to sleep. But don’t crash the car and fill up the tank before you come back please.”

“I always do,” Amare smiled before kissing her sister's cheek and slipping out of the room. Once Amani heard the front door shut. She locked herself in the bathroom and unwrapped the third and final test. She sat them all in a row before flopping down on the toilet.

“Shit.”

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[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by joybucket

What’s something you believe in that others are skeptical of? God.

What was the last YouTube video you watched that you found entertaining? The type of ASMR videos I watch.

Do you own a Snuggie? Yes.

What are three things you love about winter? Christmastime, the coziness of it, and the weather.

Do you like where there’s snow? I love the snow; I wish it snowed where I live.

What’s been the best thing about your day so far? It’s only 630 in the morning.

Do you set goals for yourself each week/month/year? No. I haven’t set any in quite awhile.

Are you sitting by a window right now? No, but there’s one across from me.

What are you allergic to? Tangerines.

What did the last pizza you ate have on it? Red sauce, mozzarella and feta cheese, and spinach.

Have you ever had a supernatural experience? No.

How often do you have supernatural encounters? I haven’t had any.

Have you ever seen a spirit? No.

What are three of the most disgusting foods on the planet, in your opinion? Out of what I’ve tried I’d say seafood, wasabi, and Canadian bacon.

Do you have good neighbors right now? I don’t have an issue with any of them.

Would you ever get a tattoo? I’ve wanted one for a long time, but I honestly don’t see myself actually getting it.

Do you know anyone un-related to you that has your same last name? In high school I did.

Name five geographical locations that start with W. Washington, Washington DC, Wisconsin, West Virginia, and Wyoming. 

Do you know anyone who is truly evil? No.

Have you ever practiced self-hypnosis? No.

What is one thing you always wanted as a child but never got? I don’t know. I had a really nice childhood and was fortunate to receive a lot of things.

Do you like your natural hair color? No.

How old were you when you found your first gray hair (if applicable)? I swear it was like the second I turned 30 they started sprouting up.

When was the last time you watched a sunrise? I’m always awake when it happens, but I can’t see it from my window.

What was the cause of the worst physical pain you’ve ever experienced? I know my accident would be, but since I was only 7 months old I don’t have any recollection of it. The pain after the surgeries I’ve had I certainly do remember and they’ve all been excruciating. 

Is there anyone in your family who is colorblind, that you know of? Not that I know of.

What is one thing you want to do before you die? Travel to other countries.

Have you had COVID? No.

Have you had the COVID vaccine? No.

Do you know anyone who’s died of COVID? I do.

Who of your friends is pregnant right now? --

Who was the last friend of yours to have a baby? --

Name five people you know (or know of) that have died in car accidents. I don’t know anyone who has died in a car accident.

How many people do you have that you trust 100%? Two.

List five things that make you happy. God, my family, which includes my doggo, vacations, Christmastime, fall and wintertime.

Are you a Christian? Yes.

Do you have a sock drawer? Yep.

What is the first letter of the first name of the most evil person you know? I don’t know any evil people.

What is the name of your favorite book character? Some of them are Emma Griffin and Xavier from the Emma Griffin FBI mystery series by AJ Rivers, Autumn Trent and Winter Black from the Autumn Trent mystery series by Mary Stone, Blake Wilder and Astra from the FBI mystery thriller series by Elle Gray.

What does your middle name rhyme with? --

What is your favorite thing about yourself? I’m understanding.

What was your favorite class in high school? English and Spanish.

What is the silliest school team mascot you have heard of? *shrug*

Have you ever had a toxic friend that pretended to be your friend, when they weren’t? No.

[pricklybulbasaur]

Sparklers and Fireworks

Universe: My Hero Academia

Pairing: OC/Todoroki, BakuDeku

It was the last Friday of the summer and the Fireworks Festival was up and running well into the night. Cortez was wearing her pale purple Yukata with mint-green wrappings and Shouto was wearing a dark blue Yukata with white wrappings. They were currently waiting near the fountain for the rest of their schoolmates who were able to join to arrive so they can enjoy every last bit of the summer vacation together. While they were waiting, Cortez had a nervous thought as she realized that the rest of the gang never knew where she was living or that they were a couple.

“Should we tell them?” Cortez asked timidly and Shouto just slightly mumbled in thought.

“I am fine either way with whatever decision you decide.” Shouto said point-blank. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

Cortez flicked his forehead. “Liar, I can see your eyebrow twitch.” 

Shouto blushed when she called his bluff. “You know I don’t show a lot of my emotions, even if I am nervous it’s hard for me to reveal.”

“True, but I can see right through the façade.”

“Which is also why Bakugou is afraid of you.” 

Cortez feigned innocence. “Pommy? Afraid of me? Now why would he be?” She then giggled in one of her wrapped hands. Shouto then smiled and chuckled himself. Ever since she has regained some light, the Climate teen was much more playful and loves to tease. Shouto and his siblings laughed a week ago when she took a jab at Endeavor and his reaction was priceless. It amused his father, surprisingly, as when he turned to leave the room he subtly heard a huff and a chuckle.

“Heeeeey!” The couple looked up and saw Uraraka, Midoriya, Bakugou, and Tsuyu walk towards them. 

Cortez waved back. “Hola, minna! How was your summer!?”

“Shitty as usual.” Bakugou said in his usual irritated tone. Midoriya looked sad at that statement and immediately put the minty-haired girl in protective mode.

“Oh?” Was it because you lost to Bunny at the water shoot?” She said coyly and the blonde shuddered. Midoriya was snapping his fingers though.

“I thought I saw you at the Lavender Festival with Todoroki-Kun. You looked like you had a lot of fun.”

Cortez nodded and smiled, which the group noticed was much more vibrant. “Yep, I had a lot of fun. Shouto-Kun was kind enough to take me.”

Tsuyu then walked up to her best friend. “Is it just me or do you seem much happier? I haven’t seen you this bright since your mom passed away.”

Midoriya and Uraraka facepalmed at Tsuyu’s bluntness while Bakugou and Todoroki just looked passive, except there was a tick mark on the blonde. Cortez just sighed, “You have always been blunt, Tsuyu-Chan.” She said finally. “Yes, I have been feeling a lot lighter, I don’t know if you heard but my father was arrested at the beginning of summer break and I felt like some kind of chain that was holding me was broken.”

Midoriya lowered his head, “I-I did hear about a domestic assault involving 2 of the UA students, I wanted to call you when I heard it was at the Cortez residence but  Aizawa Sensei told me the situation and asked me to give you time.” He then started to tear up. “I wanted to know if you were ok but I also did not want to intrude.”

“You baka,” Cortez said and hugged the green-haired friend. “I am glad you were respecting some distance, but I didn't mean to make you feel bad. A lot of shit was going on and I had to figure out how to get rid of my past demons.” She then looked at Todoroki, and he nodded. “I guess Aizawa Sensei also told you where I was staying for the summer?”

“Yes, and I only told Tsuyu-Chan as she was getting worried too. She had not heard from you all summer, really.”

“Dammit, Bunny. Why do you guilt trip me like that? I deserved it though.” Cortez said and looked at her Frog Quirk friend. “I’m sorry Tsuyu-Chan.”

“Even though I am hurt you did not tell me anything, but maybe it was for the better.” Tsuyu said and Cortez was looking at her in surprise. “You know my bluntness, I wouldn’t think that would have a good way to heal your mind, don’t you think?”

Everyone else nodded and eventually everyone laughed and chuckled, ending the conversation. Then Cortez grabbed Tsuyu and Midoriya’s hands and gently pulled them forward followed by Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugou.

“Let’s go find the perfect place near the beach. I’m starving! I hope they have some good food!”

“As long as it’s not anything weird like that pumpkin lavender ice-cream.” Todoroki said and Cortez stuck out her tongue at him. 

“She likes weird stuff too?” He heard Bakugou say and the dual-haired teen nodded. “Deku’s the same way, damn nerd.”

“Hey Pommy, why don't you give us a little show before the big guns arrive!”

Bakugou developed a big tick mark. “Stop calling me Pommy, and I am the big guns!”

“Please, you don’t hold a candle to the spectacle! Now hurry up or I will have to blackmail you!” Cortez said with a tick mark of her own. That scared the blonde teen.

“Damn Dragon Bitch,” He muttered, then sighed in defeat. Whether she has blackmail material or not he’s not taking it to chance. “All right, I’m coming!”

Todoroki smiled at the scene before them as Bakugou was emitting small sparks from his hands and Uraraka noticed it.

“You like Aura-Chan, don’t you.” That blind-sided the IcyHot Hero and he blushed hard. He then heard the brunette giggled and looked at the scene happily as well. “You know, to tell you the truth, I had noticed that other than Deku-kun and Tsuyu-Chan you were the only other person she was open to, and you were opening to her. I thought you two may be able to make each other happy, and it looks like I was right.”

Todoroki nodded and looked back at the group in front where he eventually saw Cortez kick Bakugou upside the head and yell at him for making Midoriya cry. He was shaking in fury but could not retaliate. “Yes, and she seems more at peace ever since I saved her from her father. I am blessed that she and I were able to meet.” 

“Hey!” Cortez yelled, getting the other two’s attention. “The fireworks are about to start! Hurry up or we will miss it!”

Minutes later, they had found the perfect location facing the ocean, and not one minute later the fireworks started to dance into the sky, revealing lots of beautiful colors and shapes. Everyone laughed at Midoriya when a firework of All Might appeared as well and he was ecstatic. Todoroki and Cortez were holding hands and subtly looking at each other before looking back up at the spectacle. This was a fantastic night, and the best part is, the Festival will still be around until the morning.

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Ghosts

I initially had the idea to do this fic a while ago, even before I started writing my first Super Mario fic. I finally got around to it for Halloween after being reminded of the idea via coming across a fanart piece that depicted a similar idea. I'd link it because it's sort of fic inspiration but it's buried deep in the Bowuigi tag on Tumblr and in the reblogs on my main blog.

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Of course the hotel was haunted, why wouldn’t it be? Just when he thought he was finally free of having to deal with ghosts, this had to happen. Finding the Poltergust in the garage – indicating E. Gadd was here somewhere too, probably trapped in a portrait – was a sheer stroke of luck because Luigi had neglected to bring his own ghost hunting equipment. This one was the new model E. Gadd had been telling him about too which was neat expect for the fact that he now had to use it to deal with a hotel full of ghosts.

Before getting to that though, he glanced around the garage one last time to make sure he was alone before pulling out his phone. He needed to call Bowser, tell him not to come day after tomorrow after all. They’d been planning to have him show up at the hotel a couple days later and then finally reveal their relationship to Mario and Peach because away from home while on vacation when everyone was already in a good mood seemed like a good place to do that. But ghosts had happened instead so it’d have to wait.

Though it wasn’t super late into the night yet, hopefully Bowser would already be sleeping so Luigi could just leave a message. There was a very real chance Bowser would want to come anyway to punch the ghosts over their plans being ruined and only get himself in trouble. Luigi would rather not have to try to dissuade him from that so… He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said. “Aren’t you normally in bed by now?”

“Uh… yeah but um… well turns out the hotel’s haunted, it was a trap from King Boo. He uh… yeah, stuff happened and I have to deal with it.” He needed to save Mario and Peach, the Toads too. “So, you probably shouldn’t come after all. We’ll have to tell them… later.” Both of them had kept finding reasons to put it off, figures after finally committing to a plan something would go wrong with it.

“He got Mario again, didn’t he?”

“Yep and Peach and the Toads and probably E. Gadd too, since his car is here but he’s not.”

Bowser grunted. “How does King Boo keep beating Mario when I never could?”

“Please not now.” Mario was in danger; Luigi didn’t want to hear about Bowser’s rivalry with him when that was a thing.

“Oh uh… all right, sorry. You okay?” All the gruff bravado was gone from Bowser’s voice now. Instead he sounded concerned which meant Luigi’s plea had been filled with more desperation than he’d intended.

“No, not really.” How could he be in this situation? What if he couldn’t beat King Boo this time? Or what if… King Boo took it further and killed Mario before Luigi could get there to even try to save him?

“Right, you’re afraid of ghosts, huh?”

“I know I probably shouldn’t be anymore.” He’d dealt with two full hauntings and captured King Boo twice as well so logically he shouldn’t be afraid anymore but alas, his fear had never been rooted in anything logical. “But… they’re still scary.” He leaned against E. Gadd’s car, holding back a grown. This ‘adventure’ had only just started and he was already tired.

“All righty then,” Bowser said as if reaching some kind of decision. “I’ll go over and beat the ghosts up for you. Except me in however long it takes my fastest air ship to get there.”

“What? No, no, no, you don’t need to come down here. I can handle it on my own.” It was too late though; the line was dead.

Luigi groaned as he flipped his phone closed to slip back into his pockets. Now he had to save his brother and friends and watch out for when Bowser arrived to hopefully make sure King Boo didn’t get him too. Could the night get any worse?

***

The hotel was rather drab looking in the dark of night, there wasn’t a light on anywhere inside it. It had looked much better in the brochures so it was a disappointment all around. Vacation wasn’t what Bowser was here for though so whatever. Maybe a dark hotel would serve as a good arena to beat up some ghosts and King Boo though.

Mario was going to be so shocked when he saw it was Bowser who’d save him this time. That would count as finally besting him too, right? Defeating the person who’d defeated him was basically a victory over both of them, right? So, this was going to be a fun outing after all.

With a signal from him, the ship flew in closer to hover over the roof. “Circle at a distance until I call you back,” he instructed the shy guy at the wheel before vaulting over the edge. In hindsight, even with how much it would’ve slowed down the ship, he probably should’ve brought in a troop of minions for backup but he’d been in such a hurry and hadn’t wanted to wait for an entire troop to get ready to broad it and now it was too late. Whatever though, he could handle King Boo and his tiny boos by himself.

He landed on the hotel’s roof with a thud, the tiles cracking beneath his weight. Glancing around he was disappointed to see that the roof was empty. What his exact plan was, he had no idea but he didn’t a plan, he’d just wing it like he normally did and it should be fine.

The roof was pretty barren and thus it didn’t take him long to locate a possible way down so he could enter in properly through a window or something. Before he could start to descend though…

“Why are you here?”

He snapped around to see King Boo had come out of seemingly nowhere. He was holding a portrait of Princess Peach, which knowing King Boo’s powerset, meant it probably was her. Bowser had given up courting her a long time ago and had only continued to kidnap her to lure Mario in for another rematch. He no longer even did that because Luigi had decided to convince him not to which had ultimately resulted in their current relationship. But it still made him mad because if anyone was going to capture her, it should’ve been him. He at least treated her right, the way a princess should be treated, not trapping her in a portrait. So…

“I’m here to kick your ass,” he said with a slight growl as he balled up his hands into fists. He would’ve preferred to start with a blast of fire but he wasn’t sure how flammable Peach’s portrait was and he wasn’t going to risk damaging it and possibly her.

King Boo raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You’ll make a nice portrait so sure, I won’t question my good fortune, let’s fight.”

Bowser lunged at him even before finished speaking, intending to grab and rip Peach’s portrait out of his hands. But King Boo floated higher, dodging with seemingly little effort. And he was out of Bowser’s range completely, such bullshit.

With a flash of light from King Boo’s crown, there was suddenly an empty portrait floating beside him. “Sorry this isn’t much of a fight, I got stuff to do,” he said as it starting glowing, pulling Bowser in.

Like hell was he gonna be turned into wall art. He’d blast the damn thing to bits with fire and then…

 -

Next thing he knew, he was indoors and looking down at Luigi instead of up at King Boo. It felt kind of like waking up after a too long nap. He breathed out the breath he’d been taking, releasing a puff of smoke instead of the mighty blast of fire he’d intended it to be. He glanced around at the room, it seemed to be an office of some sort. “What happened? Where am I?” he said as he looked back down.

Luigi looked tired but otherwise mostly fine. He had the Poltergust on his back but a different model than the one he’d shown Bowser. This one had a clear tank with something green inside it. “You were captured by King Boo and turned into a portrait,” he said. “Why did you have come? I tried to tell you not to.”

“Because I wanted to.” Bowser always did whatever he wanted.

“Yeah but why?”

“You’re scared of ghosts, I wanted to beat them up for you.” And he still would, he just had to try a little harder. There were few problems that couldn’t be solved with a good punch and/or blast of fire.

“Oh uh… thanks for the thought.” The slight blush on Luigi’s face as he lifted his free hand to rub the back of his neck was cute and made look slightly less tired. “But I um… I’m fine. I can handle it by myself.”

Bowser sighed as he crossed his arms. He wasn’t too good at reading other people’s emotions but… “You don’t seem fine.”

Luigi deflated a little, letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s scary and I’m tired and… scared and stuff. Gotta save my bro though so…” he trialed off with a shrug. “You should probably go the garage but uh… I’m not sure how I’m going to explain your presence to E. Gadd and the Toads, that’s going to be awkward but I’m not sure where else would be safe.”

“Fuck that, it’s personal now, I’m going to beat up King Boo.” No way would Bowser ever stand for such a humiliating defeat. So he turned to march out the room.

Before he could take more a few steps though Luigi grabbed his arm pulling him back. Bowser could easily just drag him along or pick up and carry him with him or even just shake him off entirely but didn’t.

“You can’t,” Luigi said. “He’ll just turn you into a portrait again so… please don’t. I already have to save Mario and Peach, I don’t want to have to save you again too.” He sounded desperate and scared and… it made Bowser feel bad. “So just… let me do it.”

“You’re scared of ghosts though.” So he shouldn’t even want to do this.

“Yeah but… you need special equipment for hunting ghosts and… I’ve never lost to them so… I can handle it.” He was full on hugging Bower’s arm now, making it even harder to pull away.

Bowser could only sigh at that. “All right, fine, I’ll just help you then.” He could do that much at least. “I’m not letting that bastard get away with beating me so easily and I’m not letting you face the ghosts on your own when you’re so scared of them. And there’s nothing you can do to convince me to hide in some stupid safe place instead.”

Luigi looked like he wanted to protest but sighed instead as he rested the side of his face against Bowser’s upper arm. “Okay, that works, I guess. It’s… kind of nice to have some company anyway I suppose, it gets kind of lonely sometimes.”

Bowser grunted instead of trying to come up with a reply because he wasn’t sure how to. “Let’s go,” he said instead, gesturing towards the rooms exit. He wanted to see how Luigi fought ghosts, he’d been curios about what that was like ever since Luigi had told him about it. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mario’s face when I help save him.”

Luigi chuckled nervously. “That’s uh… certainly going to be an interesting meeting.”

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 20

Authors Note:                                                                                                So hey guys!! A lot of you figured out my mini-Easter egg when I mentioned New York City. Kudos to you smarties. Let me tell you my tag list is open, because I adore you guys a lot.

“So where's Dick and Cass?” Marinette asked wondering where Dick disappeared off to. He was SUPPOSED to be there on the plane with them. However, once they arrived at the airfield Dick was nowhere to be found. 

Flinching Tim looked up from the business files in his hands. 

Hey while he was gonna be in New York City he may as well look into future business partners and get some more jobs in Gotham. 

“Well uh, Dick he uh decided to stay..home because….” side-eyeing Jason he quickly elbowed him.

Startled while reading his book he took a quick second to decide on a good cover story “because…his ribs still hurt and you know what Bruce is like all overprotective and stuff…so shes babysitting him....” Ugh Tim and Him were going to have to practice on coming up with good cover stories. The whole Keeping the family secret from the family was getting really annoying.

“That sucks, this is my first trip to New York City,” Oblivious to the awful cover stories Marinette continued sketching. She did plan for her class to have a field trip to New York City to tour around. But all those plans went down the drain once she left. Oh well, there loss.  “I'm even going to meet up with my friend Chloe at the hotel!!!” Marinette said excitedly. Chloe sent her an email a day ago about her vacation plans, (her revenge plans too). Marinette was over the moon when she found out that she was going to be there for the Stark Gala too!!!!

Mr.Wayne, her dad, even extended the trip a few days and got her a room, aka suite so Chloe could stay with Marinette more. 

Chloe of course was curious as to who exactly these relatives were. I mean come on they booked a suite at a five-star hotel, in New York City, for Marinette and a Friend.

 Marinette promised to explain everything to her when they were together. 

“She's….the Mayor's daughter right???” Jason asked, trying to change the topic.

Unbeknownst to Marinette, Jason and Dick, before Bruce and Dick fought anyways, convinced Bruce to get Marinette her own suite, so she could do the babysitting job without distractions. It was pretty easy to guilt-trip Bruce once they pulled the “Daughter who you never knew about” card. Guilt-tripping works.

At Marinette's excited nod he added “She’s frikin loaded right?”

“Jason, you realize we’re on a private jet, on our way to New York City, to stay in a five star hotel, to attend the Stark Gala?” Tim teased, flipping through business papers. Bleugh Lex Corp that's a definite pass on that business offer.

“ Yeah right, you guys are attending the Gala” Jason rebutted “I have my own stuff to do Timmers”.  

“Stuff” meaning a top-secret joint mission with Captain Rogers and Black Widow. Working together to take down a drug trafficking ring located in the heart of the city. Working with the Avengers every now and then exhilarating for Jason. Sure the Avengers worked more closely with the Government but they didn't have a universal; “No-Kill” rule.

Which was why Bruce hated joint-missions with the Avengers.

Extra icing on the cake for Jason.

“Excuses” Tim mumbled, upset that Bruce was forcing him to sit the mission out. Something about him being “overworked” pfft. He wasn't drinking coffee that much.

“Speaking of the gala, Marinette you have your dress ready?” He asked. Knowing that Marinette decided to make her own dress for the gala. 

“Yep finished the detailing last night, and have my jewelry and shoes ready,'' Marinette said, patting her suitcase. Mr.Wayne was nice enough to buy her a bunch of fabric and also gifted her a necklace and bracelet to match. He also gave her earrings but she opted out of them since she learned her lesson about taking off her Miraculous. Thank you very much.

“What's with the armbands?” Jason asked, seeing Marinette pack them earlier. He assumed they had something to do with her “babysitting” job. 

“Oh they were Alexei’s, they match with that I'm wearing”

“Your biological mom?”

“Yep, gotta ask Mr. Wayne more about her, I was only barely able to pry so much from my mom” Her mom would get too emotional sometimes when Marinette asked too many questions.  Eventually, she just gave up asking.

“Ha Mr. Wayne, you do know that annoys Bruce to no end right?” Tim joked, seeing Bruce's face of frustration every time Marinette refers to him as Mr. Wayne.

“I do, it's just…” she was still struggling with her Biological parents and having a bunch of siblings suddenly “Too awkward for me to call him anything else”

“Jesus you sound like Peter” he scoffed. 

“Who's Peter?” She asked with a slight scrunch of her eyes. That oddly reminded both Tim and Jason about Bruce. Bruce would scrunch his eyes whenever asking a question sometimes.

“Oh trust me you'll meet him soon” Jason answered going back to his book.

Dick was right the whole Wayne vs. Stark rivalry would be a perfect distraction. Oh if only Tim had his Camera.

......……

They finally landed, and soon Bruce was helping everyone off and into a car and heading towards their hotel. Once at their hotel, Bruce checked their bags in. Jason stayed behind to “rest” while everyone went to Stark Tower.

“Wait so Tony Stark is the one who is Throwing the Gala?” Marinette asked curiously inside the car.

 “Yep he’s throwing the gala to raise funds for hospitals and clinics all located around the world” Rolling his eyes Tim continued “Well that's the official reason anyway, right now he wants to out-do Bruce's Charity Gala from a few months ago” 

“As if that will ever happen” Bruce added. Ha, Stark wished he could outmatch his Galas.

“Talk about rich people's problems” she sighed.

“You're not wrong, One more thing, watch out Tony might try to take you as his own”

“What!?” Marinette squeaked out

Soon they arrived and made their way towards the suites. The elevators swished open to a smiling Pepper Potts and pouting Tony Stark.

“Pep, you see this? Bruce managed to get another one, you know what's the score now? 7-4” Tony complained once he saw Marinette. Bruce only glared back.

Ignoring them Tim stepped off and made a beeline towards Pepper and hugged her careful to squeeze her too tight

“Congratulations Pepper,” Tim said.

“Oh Thank you, Tim. It's great to see you after so long” Pepper said, hugging him back. She glanced around and noticed that a certain Red Hood was missing

“Where's Jason?” she asked frowning

“Unfortunately he stayed behind at the hotel to rest” he answered rolling his eyes. “But I brought someone better,” he said, reaching and pulling a startled Marinette forward.

“Meet Marinette Dupain Cheng,”

“Eeeep, uh Hi, I'm uh Mari-Marinette, but youalreadyknewthat, uh Hi” Marinette stuttered out. 

Completely starstruck at meeting The Pepper Potts. CEO of Stark Industries and Style Icon. Oh god, she wished she brought her sketchbook. Maybe she can do a quick sketch on a napkin

Pepper couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the Stuttering French girl, reminded of another awkward teenager. Hopefully, Tony doesn't try and claim this one. She was pretty sure that Bruce wouldn’t appreciate that at all, judging by the way Bruce was eyeing Tony.

“Brucie dear you adopted another one!?’ Tony teased Bruce swinging his arm around his shoulder

“She's my daughter Stark,” Bruce responded, glaring at Stark  “also what are you pouting about?  I hear you're going to have a baby soon congratulations Pepper by the way”.

“Brucie, you have your gaggle of children. I deserve one too!!” Tony complained, wrapping his arm around his Pregnant Wife's shoulder. Trying, yet failing, to conceal his excitement at getting another kid.

He turned to greet Marinette when suddenly his eyes went wide. Marinette only stared back.  A sudden staring match between her and Mr.Stark was happening apparently. What was Marinette's life? She remembered once being a normal girl. Maybe she should just blink.

“Wait HOLD UP!!!” Tony exclaimed suddenly ending the staring match, looking back and forth between Bruce and Marinette squinting.  “Are you sure this adorable child is your child?” 

“Oh for the love of go- yes I’m sure Stark” Bruce sighed exasperatedly. “Why does everyone ask me that”

“Cause she's adorable, sweet, and all Sunshiney, and well you’re….you” Tim answered. 

“Bingo, Don't worry Bruce I got a Sunshiney child too, matter of fact here he comes now” Tony comforted.

“OhmygoshMr.StarkI’msosorry” a soot-covered Peter apologized running up to him. 

“There was a fire in the lab,dummytriedtoextinguishitbutthemhesprayedhimself,

“Kid, Bruce Wayne is he-” Tony tried to cut in

“soIhadtoputoutthefireandcleanDummyUp”

Rolling his eyes he grabbed Peter's shoulders and twisted him towards everyone else

“Oh...uh Hi?” Peter squeaked out looking like a deer caught in headlights at seeing the three guests

“Hiya Peter,” Tim chirped excitedly standing next to Marinette who was awkwardly waving hello.

“Hi, Tim” Peter answered relieved. Thank god Tim, fellow tech geek, was here. He doubted he could handle Bruce Wayne on his own.

‘Anyways Brucie you remember my sunshiney kid, Peter, right?” gripping Peter's shoulders from walking towards Wayne. Nu-uh he wasn't going to risk losing Peter to Wayne.

“Mr. Stark I'm not your kid, I still live with Aunt May. I'm your inte-”

“Hush kid“ Tony ordered covering Peter's Mouth.

Marinette sent a silent prayer.  Bruce now had his hands protectively on her and Tims shoulders while Mr. Stark was doing the same to Peter. She would need a miracle to be able to survive this trip.

College Francis Dupont                                                                            Paris, France                                                                                                      2 p.m

“NINO!!!”  Nino couldn’t help but flinch, he’s been trying his best to avoid Alya all day. 

Luckily the breakup happened on Friday so he had the weekend to put himself together thanks to friends and icecream, lots of ice cream.

Surprisingly Chloe was the first to approach him after the breakup. After her, Aurore and Kagami came over to comfort him. They brought him some chocolate filled pastries. After a few hours of comfort, he received a phone call from an unknown number. When he picked up it was the voice of the sweetest girl on earth that greeted him.

“Hey Nino”

“Marinette,” Nino breathed out left speechless “Why, why are you even calling me?” 

“Don't be ridiculous Nino, I still consider you my friend, and right now my friend just got out of a toxic relationship” Marinette answered, yep she was happy for Nino when she heard that he broke up with Alya. Finally. “How are you”

“Who even told you?” he asked, still trying to get over the shock.

Releasing a slight giggle she replied “Chloe”

Nino couldn’t help but laugh through slightly watering eyes “Of Course”

At the reminder of Marinette, Nino mustered up the courage necessary and turned to face his ex.

Be brave Be Brave Be Brave B-

“Nino wanna explain to me why you’ve been ignoring me and Adrien since last week!!??” Alya yelled.

Channel your inner Chloe Bourgeois, he reminded himself. “We broke up, remember? I didn't want to hear your excuses”. That was all Alya ever did, make excuses. 

“Excuses?” screeching Alya took a step forward closer to Nino, instead of staying there took a step back trying to keep his distance away from him “Yes, excuses you always try to act like you never did anything wrong, or not even bother to apologize” “No I don’t” 

“You're doing it right now, jeez why do I even bother Marinette warned me” 

“Marinette” she spat out. Of course. She’s the entire reason why she lost Nino. Well, she wasn't going to let her win. She was determined to get Nino Back.

Oblivious to her anger, Nino explained. “Marinette warned me, as your ex-best friend she became well-acquainted with your “apologies”” 

“I don’t owe you an apology, you just overreacted” Adrien called her, and told her how Nino refused to talk to him and was instead talking to the class traitors “Matter of fact I’m here to give you a second chance, we can go and be a couple again and be happy”

“Yeah, sorry no dice,” He started to walk away doing his best to block out her screams. 

“NINO, DONT DO THIS!!!” 

A purple butterfly soon emerged from nowhere. Nino watched as it made its way towards Alya. Only one thought ran through his mind as he witnessed the butterfly merge with Alyas glasses and purple bubbles engulf Alya. 

Run.

Authors Message:                                                                                        Hope you guys enjoyed this extra long chapter. I can’t wait till I post the next chapter. Also I’m gonna start writing a series that focuses on Dick Grayson soon.  

I have part two of the Hamilton AU written out I just have to do this annoying thing called editing. Keep an eye out for that soon.

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[saylors-universe]

All Hands on Deck, two

Rowaelin cruise ship vacation AU

Masterlist here

word count: 5193

[ Warnings: Explicatory language, references to drugs/alcohol, etc.]

[This is an interactive story! I will include certain Authorʻs Notes throughout the chapters to inform you when to start a particular song that you can find here in the All Hands on Deck playlist (Also can be found on the masterlist). For the best experience, listen with headphones, AND FOLLOW ALONG WITH THE STORY. Please try to use your imagination when listening and reading - live through the words. Have fun :) - Saylor]

[A.N.]- Heads up, this is a pretty long one. I had a lot of fun writing it and hopefully you guys enjoy it.

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DAY 1 - WENDLYN PORT - “Welcome all! Embarkment at 2:00 pm”

   Lysandra is going to kill her. That is if they don't die in a fatal crash on their way to the docks. Aelin yanks down the passenger seat visor, flipping open the mirror compartment to find her puffy eyes matched with fresh, dark bags resting underneath. She unbuckles her seatbelt quickly to twist around, reaching behind in the backseat to grab her purse, stacked high up on her tower of suitcases. Digging through her purse, she fishes out a pair of dark, round sunglasses and covers the evidence of her late-night crying session. 

   “Ae- are you sure youʻre fine?” Aedion interrogates, taking his eyes off the road for a split second to scan her face, now hidden behind the obnoxiously large sunglasses. When he makes out her unusual, quiet demeanor, he drops his comforting presence, revealing a more terrifying and territorial anger. “I swear to God Iʻll kill him. The next time I see him, Iʻm bashing his face in.”

   “Please donʻt Aedion,” she murmurs, “I just need to get distracted for a little while. This trip will be good for me,” she prays, “I just need to forget.”

   Forget. Forget his chestnut locks, his deep brown eyes. Forget their morning runs and late night conversations. Forget the man who had been the first to pleasure her, to claim her innocence. Forget Chaol Westfall. Forget the cheating bastard who had broken her heart just two days prior. Forget the medical resident who had been having an affair with his attending, he had called her Yrene. She couldn't believe she was living an episode of Greys Anatomy, replaying Meredith Greys “pick me, choose me, love me” speech. He didnʻt. She knew they werenʻt right for each other, but still, she had hopes they would eventually work it out. Forget him. Eventually you will forget this pain. You will replace these memories with better, happier ones. It WILL get better. 

   Before Aedion could retort, Aelin answers a ringing call from a furious Lysandra. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU ASHRYVERS”

“Good morning to you too”

“Oh Iʻm sorry, please do forgive my harsh tone. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU.”

“Weʻre nearly there babe,” Aedion butts in, “we had a ... late morning.” He looks over to his cousin, she catches a glimpse of the dashboard clock. 11:58 

“Are you guys okay? What happened?”

“Oh would you look at that, we just pulled in, be up there in a sec.” Aelin rushes out and hangs up abruptly. Exiting the car before Aedion fully parks in the stall. She takes in the vast, intimidating vessel - their home for the next three weeks. Fun.

   The two make a swift race of gathering together all their belongings, Aedion insisting on taking the more heavier bags - leaving Aelin to her bass guitar bag, a suitcase, and backpack. They proceeded to check in at the port center, showing their credentials and receiving their key cards. Then briskly went through security and began traveling up the ramp to the shipsʻ passenger entrance, closing right behind them. 

   As they enter the main lobby floor of the ship, Aelinʻs jaw drops to the floor in astonishment. To say the interior of the massive craft was “elegant” would be an understatement and a disservice. In the heart of the ship was a geniusly architectured ballroom, fit for the grandest of parties. A beautiful grand piano sat beneath the most gorgeous chandelier Aelin has ever seen, drowning the entire hall with warm light. She made sure to take mental notes and pictures to refer to the room for future dreams, or plans - this would be the perfect venue for a wedding ceremony.

“You coming Ace?” Aedion summons.

   Snapping back to reality, Aelin follows the blonde, muscular man carrying majority of their luggage to the lobbyʻs elevators. He examines their key cards - showing their rooms: 825 , 823 . Assuming their rooms would be on level 8, he invites Aelin to press the button for the eighth floor with one of her free hands. They trek the rest of journey in silence, until they reached their respective rooms, right across from each other. It seems someone had sticked colorful magnets of the alphabet, numbers, and symbols on their door, like the ones found on a familyʻs refrigerator. It was very clever, none of their phones would have service while out at sea, this provides a smart solution to know peopleʻs whereabouts when theyʻre out and where to locate them. It had to be the work of Elide Lochan. On one door, someone spelt out LYS + AEDION in vibrant magnets, the other ACE + MANON. Aelin peers around at neighboring rooms, but fails to find a similar door with the name ʻElideʻ spelt out in magnets. Weird. Surely Elide would have decorated her own door, if not only to personalize it, but also claim her territory. 

“Come get me once youʻre settled in? Weʻll go look for the others together.” her companion offers. 

   She nods in response before swiping her key card and entering room 823. It was a generously large cabin room with two queen sized beds, one fairly sized bathroom, and patio balcony. Seeing as the bed closest to the door was already occupied with bags, Manonʻs she assumed, she unloads her luggage on the bed nearest the sliding door balcony. In the bathroom stocked with all the necessary amenities, Aelin takes a quick look at herself in the vanity mirror. She lifts her large sunglasses atop her head, finally assessing the damage of her late night spent grieving her relationship. She was a mess, still beautiful, just drained. In hopes of reviving herself she splashes her face with some cold water, definitely waking her up. After taking a look around and getting situated she grabs her key card and leaves her cabin, takes the short trip across the narrow hallway and knocks on Aedionʻs door. There was some rustling behind the door, then Aedion opened up, revealing an identical room to her own. 

“All good?”

“Yep, you?”

“Yeah, letʻs go. Lys texted, said theyʻre scoping out the pool on the Lido deck.”

   They make their way to the Lido deck, finding it surprisingly crowded. The pool was massive and already occupied by a few passengers. The food bar near the pool, already had a line of hungry patrons patiently waiting for their burgers and fries. The elderly, kind looking chef at the grill and young, tawny curly haired chefʻs assistant both lock eyes with Aelin and offer a warm smile and welcoming wave as she and Aedion pass by. By some luck, they are reunited with their friends who were lounging on suntanning chairs on the deck.

“Hi baby!” Lysandra squeals as she runs into her boyfriends arms, who returns the passion just as fervently. “Hi, my love.”

“I missed you so much” “I missed you more”

   The interaction earned a not-so-subtle eye roll from the petulant Manon Blackbeak. “Spare us the lovey-dovey bullshit.” Which Lys returned by flipping the white-haired drummer off while pushing her tongue down Aedionʻs throat. Manon scoffs and then raises a hand to block her eyes from the blaring sun. Her very pale complexion already seemed tanned from the short time in the sun.

“Aelin!” Elide shouts, moving out of Lorcanʻs arms to embrace her friend, “you guys made it.”

Aelin returns Elideʻs hug as she meets her tan, dark-haired fianceʻs dour gaze. “Galanthynius”

Unlocking from her tender friendʻs clutch. “Salvaterre,” she returns, nodding her head once in recognition. 

“Did you guys find your rooms okay?” the brown eyed beauty continued.

“Yeah, we just dropped our stuff off.”

“Oh good. Okay, I talked with Dorian, the cruise director, and he showed me the music room we can use for practices. He said the performance stage is up there on the sky deck,” she points to a level right above the food bar, in perfect view of the pool, “itʻs across from the sport courts and thereʻs an open bar right over there”, pointing near the direction of the stage,”- so the plan right now is we only perform nights at sea. But we also switch off with the boys, so we wonʻt even need to worry about some nights,”

“The boys?”

“My guys,” Lorcan sneers.

“Lorcan Salvaterre? In a band?” Aelin mocks, and snickers.

“Iʻm full of surprises,” a response that manages to shut Aelin up pretty quickly. 

“Weʻve got tonight so you guys donʻt have to stress, but weʻll be out at sea tomorrow night as well so thatʻs all you guys,” Lorcan informs the women. He pulls Elide back and notifies her that he has to head off to his bandʻs practice for tonights show and that heʻll find her afterwards. They share a quick kiss that Aelin deeply regrets witnessing, and the broody giant saunters off to wherever the music room Elide mentioned was located, leaving the ladies and Aedion to investigate the gigantic portable hotel.

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“Come on Whitethorn, you really need to live a little,” the white wolf incarnate, Fenrys Moonbeam, teases the bass player in tempts of sharing some embarkment/welcome drinks before their practice. 

“You know I donʻt do that stuff anymore,” itʻs true. Rowan had made sure to never touch or consume anything that would dampen his senses or thought process, not since Lyria. He would never be that stupid again, never recklessly waste away at the bottom of a bottle only to have his loving girlfriend take him home. Except she wouldnʻt make it home. And it was his fault, he has to live with the guilt of being alive, without her instead of her.

“Besides, I prefer being at my best for our shows,” he adds.

“And whoʻs to say Iʻm not”

“Fen, you can barely remember half our shows,”

“Damn, they must have been good.” 

   His twin and night to his day, Connal, finally joins the two in the music room set aside in the ships corner, to provide some semblance of privacy during their practice. “Lor here yet?”

“I havenʻt seen him since we checked in our rooms,” Rowan had really lucked out. Lorcan would be in a romantic suite with his fiance, the twins decided to share a room, so that left Rowan with his own private room, room 835 a nicely sized cabin in the corner of the hall, far enough away from everyone else but close enough to the elevators. 

Lorcan slips in the room shortly after Connal had, “speak of the fucking devil,” the mischievous blonde wolf pokes.

“Okay boys, night one, we have to impress,” Lorcan chips in.

“Iʻm thinking we do the set we did in Ardalan,” Connal pitched. The rest agree, preparing their instruments, Lorcan taking his seat at the drum set and the rest tuning their guitars for their respective roles, Rowan-bassist, Connal-lead guitarist, and Fenrys - rhythm guitarist & lead singer.

   After a couple clean run throughs, the boys departed to their rooms to prepare for the night. 

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NIGHT 1 - AT SEA - “Live music from ʻThe Cadreʻ tonight at 7 pm on the Sky Deck”

   After the mandatory safety lecture and demonstrations on how to use the life vests provided in the cabinʻs closets and assigning the zones theyʻd report to in the case of an emergency, the Queenʻs Court + Aedion went around the whole ship, looking for a homebase to call their own and to meet everyday. They had decided on the food bar by the pool where the head chef, Emrys, and his assistant, Luca, merrily accepted them. Through getting acquainted, Aelin had learned that Luca was Emrys and his partner, Malakaiʻs, adopted son. She had also learned that they were from Terrasen like her. They quickly bonded over their shared experiences of growing up and life in Terrasen, the two culinary experts warmly welcomed her to their fold. 

“We better go get ready,” Elide had warned the group after finishing their amazing burger and fries made with love from their new friends. The squad quickly found their way to the elevators, Elide hopping off on the ninth floor, to Aelinʻs surprise. It must have shown on her face because Lys swiftly answered her minds wondering, “Lorcan and El got the better cabin suite, complimentary engagement gift from the cruise line.” To which she nodded in understanding.

   Upon returning to their cabin, Aelin collapses on her bed, still covered with her luggage. Manon notes the desperate fall and snickers, “You good Ace?” 

“No,” do I really want to unpack this all right now? - not referring to her clothes, “Chaol and I broke up. Well actually I found out he was cheating on me, and then we broke up.”

“Shit. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Good cuz I donʻt either.”

The insensitive banter coincidentally brought a smile to Aelinʻs face, “You asshole,” she calls and throws one of her bedʻs pillows at her now roommate. 

   Manonʻs lightning fast reflexes allowed her to catch the flying pillow without a second thought. “Look at where you are right now, weʻre on a fucking cruise ship with our best friends and weʻre being paid to do our favorite thing. Now if you donʻt lighten up, forget about that loser, and get your ass in a tiny, skimpy outfit then Iʻll fuck your brains out, make you fall in love with me and break your heart too. Any breakup heartbreak can be cured by a good oleʻ one night stand, and I normally donʻt do those kind of favors for bandmates so it looks like we are just going to have to find you some dick tonight ”

   Aelin knew she wasnʻt joking. When it really counts, Manon is always able to talk some sense and logic into Aelin, and tonight she would be grateful for it. So she did as the terrifyingly pretty, golden-eyed bisexual had commanded. Struggling as she slipped into a classic red, off the shoulder dress that hugged every curve of her sculpted body, barely passing her high-mid thigh. She curled loose waves in her long blonde hair, and applied a natural eye makeup look with a bold red lip. After studying this new woman in the mirror, she was reminded of how fucking hot she was, she felt stunning and daring, perhaps even more bold than her personality already permits. 

   Her roomie gave her a catcall whistle as she left the bathroom. Manon had prepared for the show with a sleek black halter top that exposed her defined midriff, and a criminally damning amount of cleavage, along with a tight black pencil skirt that also showed off her many curves. They were two dangerously attractive women, and they both knew it, which in a sense is even more deadly.

“Shall we?” Manon asks holding out an arm. Aelin takes it earnestly as the two strut their way to the Sky deck. 

   They manage to find Elide, Lysandra, and Aedion in the already massive crowd on the deck. Their group had really shown up tonight, they looked like they could be in a magazine catalogue, just a bunch of wildly attractive, and talented individuals. 

“You two made it just in time,” Elide greeted, taking them into their circle. 

   A disgustingly handsome, dark haired, tanned man with the most mesmerizing, sapphire eyes, took the stage. Aelin made sure to note Manon becoming suddenly stiff besides her as she took in the stranger on stage. “Howʻs everybody doing tonight,” he welcomes with an energetic, soothing voice. The crowd roars in anticipation. When the audience settles enough for him to be heard again he continues, “well Iʻm so very glad to hear that. We are so happy to have you guys here with us on the Ellywe Voyager, my name is Dorian, I am your cruise activities director, so you guys will be seeing lots of me,” he flashes an award-winning smile that causes at least twenty gasps from women in the audience. “Seeing as Ellywe will be all of our home for the next couple weeks, we ask that you be mindful of your living quarters and keep the noise down in consideration of your neighbors. In agreement, we have worked hard to organize not only one but two, awesome bands for you guys to jam out to in these live concerts throughout the weeks, how does that sound?” The crowd goes absolutely ballistic. This is the type of energy Aelin lives for, she could get used to this for the next few weeks. “I love to hear the sound of that, so without further ado, everyone please help me welcome The Cadre!”

[A.N.] - Start “What I Like About You (Live)” - 5SOS now, follow along, and let your imagination take you there. Find the playlist here.

The crowd screams in welcoming.

Crowd: “Whitethorn, Whitethorn, Whitethorn, Whitethorn, Whitethorn.”

Aelin: Whitethorn? What-

The music starts building and Lys scoots over to her bandmates, “Our competitions got quite the fanbase.”

“Yeah, letʻs see if theyʻre any good,” Manon scoffs.

The audience continues to scream, welcoming their entertainment.

Lorcan: Woo

Cadre + Crowd : HEY!    HEY!

Fenrys:    THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

                   YOU HOLD ME TIGHT

 AND TELL ME IʻM THE ONLY ONE WANNA COME OVER  TONIGHT, YEAH

Cadre:   KEEP ON WHISPERING IN MY EAR

     TELL ME ALL THE THINGS THAT I WANNA HEAR

        ʻCAUSE ITʻS TRUE

Connal:         THATʻS RIGHT

          THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Fenrys:          YEAH WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

                        YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DANCE

         OH-   WHEN YOU GO UP, DOWN, JUMP AROUND

        THINKING ʻBOUT TRUE ROMANCE, YEAH

Cadre:          KEEP ON WHISPERING IN MY EAR

           TELL ME ALL THE THINGS THAT I WANNA HEAR

          ʻCAUSE ITʻS TRUE,  THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Fenrys:     THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:          THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:     THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:          THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT --- YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Everyone:      HEY!

 Aelin watches, eyes wide, mouth agape, as a certain silver haired ghost from her past shreds a guitar solo. He catches her presence, and suddenly loses touch with reality - the sounds start to deafen around him of realization of who is in the crowd.

Fenrys:       “LISTEN UP *ELLYWE*”

Rowan:         WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Fenrys:         YOU HOLD ME REAL TIGHT.              heha.

                  NEVER WANNA LET YOU GO

            KNOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT

Cadre:        KEEP ON WHISPERING IN MY EAR

                TELL ME ALL THE THINGS THAT I WANNA HEAR

           ʻCAUSE ITʻS TRUE, THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Connal:       [HERE WE GO]

Fenrys:     THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:          THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:     THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

Cadre:         [WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU]

Fenrys:          THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT --- Y- Y-

                   THATʻS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOOOOOOOOOOOU

- The crowd goes absolutely nuts, yet his gaze never leaves hers. That canʻt be, he thinks to himself, what is she doing here? 

   The only blonde in the group grabs his mic, Aelin deduced this is the one called Fenrys from the squealing girls in the audience yelling his name. “How are we doing tonight Ellywe?”,walls of screams respond. “We are so glad to be here with you guys, so glad in fact that weʻve prepared a little treat for you guys,” continues shrieking, “take it away Whitethorn.”

[A.N] Start “House of Memories” by Panic! At the Disco now, follow along, and use your imagination. Find the playlist here.

Cadre:     OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH

Rowan:    IF YOUʻRE A LOVER, YOU SHOULD KNOW

        THE LONELY MOMENTS JUST GET LONELIER

                 THE LONGER YOUʻRE IN LOVE

                 THAN IF YOU WERE ALONE

                MEMORIES TURN INTO DAYDREAMS

                   BECOME A TABOO

-  Eyes still locked with hers as if in a silent conversation  -

          I DONʻT WANT TO BE AFRAID

             THE DEEPER THAT I GO

               IT TAKES MY BREATH AWAY

             SOFT HEARTS, ELECTRIC SOULS

             HEART TO HEART AND EYES TO EYES

                       IS THIS TABOO?

      BABY, WE BUILT THIS HOUSE ON MEMORIES

TAKE MY PICTURE NOW, SHAKE IT TILL YOU SEE IT

 -  He winks at the woman in the red dress who has captured his slightly divided attention.   -

             AND WHEN YOUR FANTASIES BECOME YOUR LEGACY

          PROMISE ME A PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Cadre:     OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH

Rowan:      I THINK OF YOU FROM TIME TO TIME

                     MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD

                    YOU WERE JUST TOO KIND

                  AND I WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW

                 THATʻS ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS

                             I WAS A FOOL

      BABY, WE BUILT THIS HOUSE ON MEMORIES

TAKE MY PICTURE NOW, SHAKE IT TILL YOU SEE IT

    AND WHEN YOUR FANTASIES BECOME YOUR LEGACIES

 PROMISE ME A PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Cadre:     OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH

Rowan:  THOSE THOUGHTS OF PAST LOVERS, THEYʻLL ALWAYS HAUNT ME

    I WISH I COULD BELIEVE YOUʻD NEVER WRONG ME

   THEN WILL YOU REMEMBER ME IN THE SAME WAY

                   AS I REMEMBER YOU?

   BABY, WE BUILT THIS HOUSE ON MEMORIES

   TAKE MY PICTURE NOW, SHAKE IT TILL YOU SEE IT

     AND WHEN YOUR FANTASIES BECOME YOUR LEGACY

               PROMISE ME A PLACE 

   BABY, WE BUILT THIS HOUSE ON MEMORIES

  TAKE MY PICTURE NOW, SHAKE IT TILL YOU SEE IT

   AND WHEN YOUR FANTASIES BECOME YOUR LEGACY

    PROMISE ME A PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Cadre:     OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH

Rowan:                   IN YOUR HOUSE OF MEMORIES

Cadre:     OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH-WA-A-A-A-OH-WOOAAH-OH

Rowan:                          PROMISE ME A PLACE

-  Once again, the crowd goes absolutely berserk, and rightfully so, The Cadre had really came out to impress tonight. Still in a state of shock, Aelin grabs Manonʻs wrists and pulls her to the open bar near the back of the stage deck, “I need a drink.”

“Damn. I have to give it to them, they are REALLY good.”

The band continues in the background, while Aelin completely loses herself to her racing mind.  -

[A.N] Start “American Idiot (Live)” by 5SOS now, follow along and let your imagination flow. Find playlist here.

Connal:      “Does anybody know the band ʻGreen Dayʻ?”

Fenrys:        “Iʻm not familiar”

Connal:        “The next song weʻr --”

Fenrys:         “Whoʻs that?”

Connal:        “Heh, the next song weʻre going to play is a very, very, very fast cover of them”

Fenrys:         “Iʻm sorry --”

Lorcan:          “Donʻt judge my drumming, I suck at this song, letʻs go,”

-    Aelin and Manon return to their group of friends, drinks in hand, completely enthralled by the performers.  - 

Connal:          DONʻT WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT

                        ONE NATION CONTROLLED BY THE MEDIA

                    AND CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF HYSTERIA?

                AND SING ALONG TO THE AGE OF PARANOIA

Fenrys:       WELCOME TO A NEW KIND OF TENSION

                    ALL ACROSS THE ALIEN NATION

                 WHERE EVERYTHING ISNʻT MEANT TO BE OKAY

                   TELEVISION DREAMS OF TOMORROW

            WEʻRE NOT THE ONES WHOʻRE MEANT TO FOLLOW

              FOR THATʻS ENOUGH TO ARGUE

Connal:             DONʻT WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT

                     IʻM NOT APART OF THE REDNECK AGENDA

                 NOW EVERYBODY DO THE PROPAGANDA

            AND SING ALONG TO THE AGE OF PARANOIA

Fenrys:         WELCOME TO A NEW KIND OF TENSION

                  ALL ACROSS THE ALIEN NATION

               WHERE EVERYTHING ISNʻT MEANT TO BE OKAY

                TELEVISION DREAMS OF TOMORROW

              WEʻRE NOT THE ONES WHOʻRE MEANT TO FOLLOW

                 FOR THATʻS ENOUGH TO ARGUE

-   Rowan has a bass solo, to which Aelin has a difficult time not being captivated by, her eyes never leave the silver-haired, green eyed, bassist, as if they are in their own little world.    -

-   Lorcan has a drumming solo to which Elide screeches, “THATʻS MY MOTHERFUCKING HUSBAND,” he couldnʻt have possibly heard her over the drowning music but he notes her excitement and gives her a wide grin, only meant for her eyes.   -

Connal:        DONʻT WANT TO BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT

                    ONE NATION CONTROLLED BY THE MEDIA

Fenrys:                INFORMATION AGE OF HYSTERIA

Connal:             ITʻS CALLING OUT TO IDIOT AMERICA

Fenrys:         WELCOME TO A NEW KIND OF TENSION

                 ALL ACROSS THE ALIEN NATION

              WHERE EVERYTHING ISNʻT MEANT TO BE OKAY

               TELEVISION DREAMS OF TOMORROW

             WEʻRE NOT THE ONES WHOʻRE MEANT TO FOLLOW

                FOR THATʻS ENOUGH TO ARGUE

- More headache causing, loud screaming from their devoted audience -

[A.N.] Start “Teenage Dream (Live)” by 5SOS now, follow along and let your imagination work. Find playlist here.

Fenrys:         “Whatʻs the next song *Connal Moonbeam*”

Connal:           “The next song weʻre going to play is a cover, so [crowd screams] itʻs not one of our songs actually.”

Fenrys:  “Itʻs usually for the people in the audience who donʻt know our song, so if you have a mum, or a dad, or someone here, aunty, uncle,

Lorcan:       “-significant other-”

Fenrys:         “-puppy, this songʻs for you, it goes like this.”

Connal:       “uno , dos, tres, cuatro-”

-   The song starts to build and the men on stage look completely in their element.    -

Rowan:      I THINK YOUʻRE PRETTY WITHOUT ANY MAKEUP ON

       I THINK YOUʻRE FUNNY WHEN YOU TELL THE PUNCHLINE WRONG

     I KNOW YOU GOT ME, SO I LET MY WALLS COME DOWN, DOWN

Fenrys:         BEFORE YOU MET ME, I WAS ALRIGHT

                   BUT THINGS WERE KINDA HEAVY

                      YOU BROUGHT ME TO LIFE

       NOW EVERY FEBRUARY, YOUʻLL BE MY VALENTINE, VALENTINE

Connal:            SO LETʻS GO ALL THE WAY TONIGHT

                      NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE

                 WE CAN DANCE UNTIL WE DIE

                  YOU AND I, WEʻLL BE YOUNG FOREVER

              YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM

               THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON, I CANʻT SLEEP

             LETʻS RUN AWAY AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

               DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

               MY HEART STOPS WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

               JUST ONE TOUCH, NOW BABY I BELIEVE, THIS IS REAL

              LETʻS TAKE A CHANCE AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

                     DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

Fenrys:         WE DROVE TO LA, GOT DOWN ON THE BEACH

                    GOT A MOTEL AND BUILT HOUSE OUT OF SHEETS

      I FINALLY GOT YOU, MY MISSING PUZZLE PIECE, IʻM COMPLETE

Connal:        SO LETʻS GO ALL THE WAY TONIGHT

                         NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE

                       WE CAN DANCE, UNTIL WE DIE

                 YOU AND I [here we go], WEʻLL BE YOUNG FOREVER

     YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM

              THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON, I CANʻT SLEEP

            LETʻS RUN AWAY AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

              DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

              ʻCAUSE MY HEART STOPS WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

              JUST ONE TOUCH, NOW BABY I BELIEVE, THIS IS REAL

             LETʻS TAKE A CHANCE AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

                    DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

Lorcan:         ʻCAUSE I CAN FEEL YOUR HEART RACING 

                                IN MY SKIN-TIGHT JEANS

                     BE YOUR TEENAGE DREAM TONIGHT

                  LET YOU REST YOUR HANDS ON ME

                          IN MY SKIN-TIGHT JEANS

                      BE YOUR TEENAGE DREAM TONIGHT [wooooooo]

Fenrys:      “*Ellywe*, if you know the words, please sing them”

Lorcan:      [ one, two, three, hey.  ]

Connal + CROWD:   ʻCAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IʻM LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM

                                    THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON, I CANʻT SLEEP

                                LETʻS RUN AWAY AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

                                     DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

                  ʻCAUSE MY HEART STOPS WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

                 JUST ONE TOUCH, NOW BABY I BELIEVE, THIS IS REAL

                 LETʻS TAKE A CHANCE AND DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

                                DONʻT EVER LOOK BACK

Connal:   “The next song weʻre going to play, is about girls, and girls like this”

Fenrys:         “Cooties!”

-     There is a mixture of laughter and screams from the audience.   -

[A.N.] Start “Valentine (Live)” by 5SOS now, follow along, and - yea you know the drill. Find playlist here.

Rowan:     “This oneʻs a new one. Youngblood itʻs called Valentine, it goes like                      this”

Lorcan:      “*Ellywe* letʻs fucking dance.”

Rowan:  I LOVE THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES AND THE DARK IN YOUR HEART

           YOU LOVE A PERMANENT CHASE AND THE BITE OF OUR MARK

       WE KNOW WEʻRE CLASSIC TOGETHER LIKE EGYPTIAN GOLD

                   WE WILL LOVE US

    IT DONʻT MATTER, BE COMBATIVE OR BE SWEET CHERRY PIE

       IT DONʻT MATTER, JUST AS LONG AS I GET ALL YOU TONIGHT

       [ here we go ]

Cadre:       I CAN TAKE YOU OUT, OH - OH

                  WE CAN KILL SOME TIME STAY HOME

 THROW BALLOONS, TEDDY BEARS, AND THE CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS AWAY

    I GOT NOTHINʻ BUT LOVE FOR YOU, FALL MORE IN LOVE EVERYDAY

                     VALENTINE,      VALENTINE

Lorcan:       SO FUCKINʻ DEEP THAT YOUR DNAʻS BEINʻ MESSED WITH MY                          TOUCH,      CANʻT BEAT US

Connal:     SO REAL, FUELING THE FIRE UNTIL WE COMBUST

                      CANʻT TOUCH US.   [give it to me]

Fenrys:        IT DONʻT MATTER BE COMBATIVE OR BE SWEET CHERRY PIE

                IT DONʻT MATTER JUST AS LONG AS I GET ALL YOU TONIGHT

Cadre:       I CAN TAKE YOU OUT, OH - OH

                 WE CAN KILL SOME TIME STAY HOME

THROW BALLOONS, TEDDY BEARS, AND THE CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS AWAY

   I GOT NOTHINʻ BUT LOVE FOR YOU, FALL MORE IN LOVE EVERYDAY

                    VALENTINE,      VALENTINE

Rowan:    FULL PLATE, DONʻT WAIT, HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO

                   [ SING ]

Crowd: FULL PLATE, DONʻT WAIT, [+ ROWAN] HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT

Cadre:       I CAN TAKE YOU OUT, OH - OH

                WE CAN KILL SOME TIME STAY HOME

THROW BALLOONS, TEDDY BEARS, AND THE CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS AWAY

  I GOT NOTHINʻ BUT LOVE FOR YOU, FALL MORE IN LOVE EVERYDAY

                   VALENTINE,      VALENTINE,       

Fenrys:         VALENTINE,      VALENTINE

Rowan:    WOAH - HEY - WOAH - HEY.  “you sing”

Crowd:       WOAH - HEY - WOAH - HEY   [ “JUST YOU”]

                     WOAH - HEY - WOAH - HEY - WOAH - HEY

                     [”ONE MORE TIME”]

                          WOAH - HEY

-  The crowd cheers. - 

Fenrys:      “Goodnight Ellywe, we will see you later!”

-  The men leave the stage, leaving their fans in utter bliss, and one certain blonde bad bitch in a stunning red dress is left alone to her thoughts, processing what the hell had just happened.  -

[ Hi, if youʻve made it this far good for you! I hope you like the story this far. I apologize for mainly including 5sos in this chapter, I just felt it fit the vibe of opening night best. Going forward I will include more diverse artists and bands that I feel sound like the characters. -- My inbox is always open for messages, Iʻm accepting prompts, I want you guys to write this story with me, so if you have any ideas or even songs you want to see in this story, let me know! -- If you would like to be on the tag list send me a message, thank you so much for your support - saylor loves you ! :) ]

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august - Yoosung Kim

This did not go ANYWHERE near where I expected. I had an idea and then fell asleep while writing and then went with another idea.

Summary: the RFA rents out a beach house for a vacation. You and Yoosung have been together and find it very challenging be to be overly affectionate in everything you do (one of Jumin’s rules). Yoosung gets jealous when Zen helps you put on your sunscreen

The RFA was in desparate need of a break. In the past two years you had had six parties; significantly more than the group had ever had in the past. You were really good at what you did it turned out; famous people and high-profile organizations were lining up to be invited to the next party, so you tried your best to keep up.

Of course, as time went on you branched out from your job a little; now you helped organize the location and call the caterers. V was more than happy to get your help with it.

Of course, the main reason why you enjoyed these parties so much was because you got to spend time with your boyfriend. However, it had come to Jumin’s attention that the whole group could use a weekend getaway.

And that’s how he rented a five-bedroom beach house. Truth be told, he would have gone for a bigger place but there was nothing for tent of that grandeur. Oh well. Seven would have to share a room with his brother (who had recently made his way into the RFA after a very confusing and dramatic turn of events) and Jumin and V would share a room (interpret that how you want). Of course, you were fortunate enough to get to share with your boyfriend.

You and Yoosung had moved in together about a year into your relationship when his contract for his apartment ended. You invited him to stay with you and he took the offer graciously. You liked sleeping in bed with him; it was a struggle at first, as Yoosung tends to toss and turn, but he’s calmed down a lot since because you hold him at night.

Your first evening consisted of the group sitting around the dining room table and playing board games (The Game of Life... Jumin won which made Zen very very upset) and then cuddling with Yoosung, cheesy as it sounds. You hadn’t realized how tired you had been until you recognized you could barely keep your eyes open during the story he was excitingly telling you. Luckily he forgave you for dozing off.

The next morning the group went off to the beach. You got into your swimsuit and stepped out, looking for some form of cover-up. You heard a thud. Yoosung had dropped his towel and sunscreen and was staring daggers at your body. “I. Wow. You look-“ his face was bright red but he didn’t look away. He had learned that there was no need. You were his and he yours, so it didn’t matter sharing all intimate parts of yourself with one another.

“It’s a bit much, huh?” You asked, glancing down at the suit and hoping he would say no. “I can change. Especially if you’re uncomfortable-“

“No!” He blurted out. “You look great.” He walked toward you, resting his hands on your hips and pulling you in for a kiss. “I’m so lucky.”

“Me too,” you whispered, faces so close you could feel the deep breaths he was taking on your cheek. “Have you seen my coverup anywhere?” You asked, chanting the subject. Jumin would be very annoyed if you two made the group late.

“Are you sure you packed it?” He questioned, going through the drawers. He threw something your way and you caught it. “You can just wear one of my shirts if you want.”

“Cute,” you commented, pulling the shirt over your head. It didn’t do much of a good job of covering you up completely, so you had to pair it with shorts. But it did make you feel all warm and cozy in Yoosung’s clothes.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, not even noticing as Yoosung’s figure crept up behind you, tackling you from behind into a hug, planting kisses across your cheek. “Yoo-sung!” You laughed, out of breath from the shock that gave you and the laughter that followed.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, looking back at your reflection in the mirror. “I just can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”

You grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the room and towards the living room. He was being so cute and affectionate but, again, Jumin would be PISSED if you kept him waiting. No surprise, everyone was waiting in the living room for the two of you. “All ready to go!” You cheered. Did you get very strange stares as they realized you didn’t have a towel with you? Yes. Did you have Yoosung go back to the room (by himself so he couldn’t get distracted again) to grab the towels and sunscreen that he earlier dropped? Yup.

Yoosung laid out your beach towels directly next to each other, making one giant beach towel so that you could lounge next to each other if you wanted. He took his shirt off and tossed it to the side before reaching down to grab the sunscreen. You torre your eyes away, extremely flustered. You focused your time on stripping down to your swimsuit as well, folding the clothes and putting them neatly on the corner of the towel.

“You want me to help you get some sunscreen on?” Yoosung asked. He had a very innocent tone to his voice, but you knew better than that. Jumin was very adamant on how he didn’t want to see a bunch of disgusting couple stuff and you two grabbing each other or getting it on (direct quote, you were not allowed to ‘do the do’ on this trip), so you knew Yoosung was using it as an excuse to touch you.

Still, you nodded. “I can get everything but my back.” The two of you very quickly and messily slathered lotion on your front-half, excited to be able to touch each other and be all cute when you needed to put the lotion on your back.

Yoosung instructed you to lay face-down on the towel, which you complied with, then made sure to move your hair out of the way so that he could cover everything with sunscreen. His hands were gentle: a callous here or there from playing games and writing papers, but overall very soft. You closed your eyes and let him do his work, his hands massaging your back gently when he sensed any form of tension. This was just a very over-the-top sunscreen application, you thought, it made you giggle.

Finally, his hands stopped. He looked down at you, a content smile on his face. “You look sleepy. Will you be able to get mine?” He was blushing. You pushed yourself up and nodded, instructing him to lay the same way you had.

What started as a simple sunscreen application had resulted in you drawing shapes on his back, different messages like “I love you” or hearts or clouds. He sighed. “You’re gonna make me fall asleep if you keep that up,” his voice was groggy. He had pulled an all-nighter two nights ago, so it was no surprise he was tired.

“If you fall asleep, I’ll make sure to keep adding sunscreen so you don’t burn,” you laid down next to him, pushing your shoulder into his. “Go ahead. This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation after all.”

He nodded, glancing over at you. “Well... could you do it again? It was really helping make me tired.” His ears heated up and turned bright red from his request, but you simply nodded, going back to drawing along his back.

Yoosung had fallen asleep. You were on your phone, checking the time to make sure you reapplied his sunscreen for him. Then Zen stopped by, his hair slicked back from the salt water, kneeling down to talk with you. “He’s really out, huh?” He asked.

“Yep. He stayed up all night the other night so I’m not surprised,” you brushed a piece of hair out of his face. His nose crinkled. “So I figured I’d let him rest.”

“Yoosung, that boy,” he shook his head, laughing. “Anyways I came to bring you bottles of water. I don’t remember you two having any.”

“Oh yeah! Thank you,” you smiled, grabbing the bottles from him.

“You’re starting to get a little red on your shoulders,” he pointed out, “might want to reapply.”

You glanced at your shoulders and wow, he was right. You grabbed the sunscreen and started to get to work. However, the wind was blowing your hair everywhere, causing it to brush against the not yet rubbed in sunscreen.

“Let me help with that,” Zen offered, grabbing your hair gently and pulling it away from your shoulders while you applied. You muttered a ‘thank you’ as you finished up.

Yoosung stirred, changing his position so that he could face you. His eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him unfold.

“Yoosung, Honey. You’re up,” you smiled, finishing rubbing in the sunscreen. “Thank you Zen.” He let go of your hair and situated himself back in front of the two of you.

Yoosung was flustered, his cheeks bright red. “Zen, I... I... I challenge you to a sandcastle building contest!” He declared.

Zen and you burst out laughing, but stopped as you noticed Yoosung didn’t join, his eyes narrowed. “Uh, okay,” Zen agreed awkwardly. “What are the rules?”

“Build the best sandcastle in thirty minutes!” He announced, jumping up from his spot and running towards the water. “Ready set go!”

You chuckled, moseying on towards the water and Yoosung. You savored the feeling of the cool water passing over your toes, turning to watch him frantically scoop up wet sand. “Yoosung, Love, how can I help?”

He paused briefly, looking up from his mound of sand. “Help? You want to help?”

“Duh,” you kneeled on the sand next to him. “We’re a team, we practically count as one person. So how can I help?”

“No!” He yelled, but not like he was yelling at you. More like a warrior call. He was getting very into this contest. “This is a battle to win your heart! You can’t help.”

“My heart?” You asked skeptically, your eyebrows raised. “You already won that one.”

“B-but...” you had made him flustered, drawing his attention completely away from the sandcastle. “You and Zen were...”

“He was helping me with my sunscreen. My hair kept getting in the way,” you glanced both ways to make sure nobody was watching, then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I would’ve had you do it but you were so cute sleeping. You know I’m not into Zen like that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He cupped your cheek gently, but you reeled away immediately, wet sand getting on your face. You squealed his name, backing up from his embrace and wiping the sand off your face. “I’m hurt,” he joked, giving you a puppy dog face.

You groaned, kneeling back down towards him. “Come here you idiot.” You pulled him in for a real kiss this time. One of his hands grabbed your waist, the other cupping your cheek once more, leaving behind wet sand again. You flinched at the feeling of it, but kept kissing him. You pulled away, pressing a kiss to his nose. “See? I’ve got sand on my face and everything but I dealt with it for you because I love you. Now will you let me help you with this sandcastle or not?”

You guys lost. Dramatically. It was no surprise Zen made something so aesthetic and beautiful. Yours was just a mound of sand with a few seashells on top. Yoosung whined that it was because you distracted him, but you were sure he didn’t actually mind. You were distracting him and not Zen. So who was the real winner?

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #378

“come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be”

Have you ever dreamt in another language? No. How long will you try out something you don’t enjoy before giving up on it? It really depends, but in most cases, admittedly very quickly. What’s something you recently realized or discovered about yourself? *shrug* What’s the most interesting news you read or received recently? What about the most depressing? Not in a good way really, but it was certainly interesting to learn I have such severe sleep apnea. Like, I was certain I didn't. The most depressing would be uhhhh... I guess Jason's mother's death, but I don't know how "recent" you'd consider that by now. Would you let politics get in the way of a relationship? It depends. Some beliefs I absolutely would not tolerate (like anti-LGBT), others I would just agree to disagree with. What is one way in which you need to learn to control yourself? I need to get better at controlling my mouth when I'm extremely upset. Do you use a photo editor? I use Lightroom and Photoshop for photography. Is your dad overweight? No, I think he's actually underweight. Ever been honked at? Yes. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend has had? Easton, I think? An old middle school friend had him. Have you ever taken medication to help you fall asleep faster? Yes, but they never work for me. How did your parents pick your name? I dunno. If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada. Do you have a balcony? No. Who is a singer that has given you chills? Man, I get chills easily with music. David Draiman from Disturbed, his cover of "Sound of Silence" is BREATHTAKING. That's number one. There are many others, they're just not coming to me at the moment. Do you have a drone? No. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some wings at Buffalo Wild Wings. I got some crazy hot sauce. Have you ever discovered something gross in your food at McDonalds? No. What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? A sandwich. How long did your shortest relationship last? Like a day lmao. Would you rather have a trampoline or swimming pool? A POOL!!!! I've talked before about how I want one so, SO very badly to exercise my legs without having to worry about sweat, and I can take a break the very moment I need to. Do you own a Snuggie? Yeah, somewhere. Do you listen to any unsigned bands/singers? Who? Yeah, quite a few on YouTube, but my favorite in Jonathan Young. He is SO damn talented. Who is your favorite video game character? Pyramid Head from the Silent Hill franchise. What kind of pictures do you post on Facebook/Instagram/Snapchat most frequently? Mostly of my pets lmao. Have you ever been on vacation with a significant other? No. Have you ever considered “unplugging”/taking a significant period of time away from technology? No. I know I'd never stick to it. Do you prefer to watch a documentary that is about a situation/event or a documentary that is more of a personal character study/biography? The latter. Meerkat Manor comes to mind with that, and everyone knows how much I adore that show. There was also one about rhesus macaques I fell in love with. Basically, I love animal docs, haha. Can you think of a recent time in which you might have been better off resisting, but you did something because you “just couldn’t help yourself”? Probably eating something. When you are getting to know someone, do you tend to worry that the other person will lose interest in you once they get to know the “real” you? Yyyyep. What is something that you would like to do, but really aren’t able to because of your location? (e.g., see art or get a certain job) Man, a lot of things. Photograph meerkats is a biggie. What sort of job do you think is best suited for your skills? Is this an in-demand position or something you’re unlikely to actually get? If I could actually handle the heat and was in good shape to traverse the outdoors, I think I'd be a great wildlife biologist. Even more though, if I could beat my social anxiety, I would ADORE being an animal educator with kids. Do you believe it is the responsibility of businesses, or prominent business leaders (think Bill Gates) to take the lead on social issues whether by using their influence or their money? Saying it's their "responsibility" sounds unfair and puts a lot of weight on their shoulders, but I do feel they should by their own volition and kindness use their position for good, such as through monetary assistance and other things. Have you ever gone to a job interview and realized that you didn’t want the job? Yep. Have you ever asked that someone sacrifice something (a habit, relationship, job, etc.) for you? A habit, yes. Looking back it was stupid as shit. What would you call your body type? Ew. Has anyone ever hacked your accounts before? Yes. Do you enjoy big holiday dinners? Considering I spend them with my sister's bigoted, homophobic, and racist in-laws, not especially. I always feel very uncomfortable and disliked among everyone for being the "black sheep" among 'em. Is your vision good? God no. Even with my glasses, it's very poor. I need a new prescription badly. Do both of your parents have jobs? Mom has something of the sort, like she cleans a local church for a small pay, but it's not really a "job." She's still recovering from cancer, getting her strength back up and such before she can handle a consistent job. Dad's had a job for as long as I've lived. What is something you’ve always wanted a boy to do for you? How heteronormative. But whatever. It's so fucking cheesy, but singing a cute song to me while slowdancing sounds so super adorable to me. What food are you craving right now? I am craving something sweet like you wouldn't believe. It's annoying. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes, but most are very negligible. I just scar extremely easily. Last person you saw other than your family? My primary doctor. Last movie you’ve seen in theaters? The The Lion King remake. Who was the last person you played a video game with? Ummm I think Girt. Last game you played at an arcade? Zero clue. What was your favorite nursery rhyme as a child? I THINK I particularly liked "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider?" None stand out strongly, though. What is your favorite cousin’s first name? I don’t have a favorite cousin. Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I think with a friend to prevent loneliness, but at the very same time, I see a great beauty in traveling on your own. Just taking new things in, seeing so many different cultures, beautiful scenery... I feel it'd be a great chance for exploration of insight. Remind yourself how small you are, that there's a much, much bigger picture than your own problems, that people are so unique but hopefully share common morals... I see a lot of poetry in it. Do you like the smell of coffee? It's one of my favorite smells. If you have a favorite photographer, can you describe their work? I can't possibly pick. I watch literally hundreds on deviantART, and many of them absolutely blow my mind. What’s one aspect of your life that did not turn out as you expected? My lack of a career. Outside of school, have you ever used a thesaurus? Well, online ones for writing. When you see a good-looking girl in skimpy clothing, what is your initial thought? I envy her confidence, like gotdamn girl. Have you ever been in a lighthouse? No. Are you on a laptop or desktop? A laptop. What color is your shower? White. Where do you order your pizza from? Domino's or Little Caesar's. What was the name of the last dog you pet? We've been calling the dog we're holding right now Zoe. Have you ever had anything stolen from you? Yes. Have you ever seen the White House? I don't think so, but it's possible I have when we've driven up to New York, but from a distance. How about Niagara Falls? No. What do you like in your salads and what dressing do you prefer? I just like regular iceberg lettuce with some bacon bits and ranch. Man, that sounds good right about now. Any posters of a band on your bedroom wall? Yeah, Metallica and Marilyn Manson. Do you think it’d be cool to have your body mummified after you die? No. I couldn't rock the mummy look even if I tried, haha. Can you tell the difference between a Scottish & an Irish accent? Not really, no. Can you read music? I used to be able to. Do you work the night shift? I don’t have a job, but if I did, I absolutely do not want to work the night shift anywhere. Have you ever slept over at your best friend’s house? Yes. Is your mother diabetic? Are you? She is, but I'm not. Would you like to learn how to make ceramic pottery? It'd be cool, sure. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. Who did you last kiss? My cat. Why did you last lie? I don't recall. Probably to just avoid confrontation with Mom. What do you put on your hamburgers? Cheese, ketchup, and mustard, generally. Who do you think cares the most about you? My mom. Have you ever sent a dirty picture? No. What’s at the center of your dining table? Honestly, we sit in there so rarely that I don't even know. I think we might have nothing, actually. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Do you like being outside? If it's cool, yes. What’s your favourite condiment? Maybe ketchup. Or honey mustard. Who sang/played the last song you listened to? Chris Motionless is the singer of Motionless In White. I don't know if that's his real last name, though. Do you like yoga? I used to. Now all the bending and shit would make me dizzy as hell with my "how are you still alive" level of low blood pressure. Do you always carry breath mints? No, but I do carry Tictacs with me, but they're for my dry mouth. It forces you to salivate, so it helps. What do you think your reaction would be upon entering the White House? I don't really know. I honestly don't even know how it looks inside. Thinking about it, I'd probably be more scared than anything, waiting for a bomb to drop or some shit lmao. Have you ever grown your own sea monkeys or dinosaurs? OH MY GOD I LOVED those!!! I definitely did! Have you ever thrown a game controller (or the game) and broke it? No, I've never been the type to do that. If I'm SERIOUSLY getting mad, all I do is tighten my grip. Did you ever own an Etch-a-Sketch? Yes. Do/did you ever have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling? I believe so. What movie were you really worked up for that ended up disappointing you? My answer is Warcraft, but only because the fucking orcs' voices were so baritone that I couldn't understand them almost ever lmaooo. Like I had a mild idea of what was going on because of the game, but still. What part of a paper is hardest for you to write? The intro, or the conclusion. Both are difficult to me. Like I want to compose a gripping beginning as well as an end that doesn't just repeat everything I've already said and ends on a strong note. Does it bother you that almost everything is done on computers now? No. KFC Chicken: original or extra crispy? I don't like fried chicken. Think about your first kiss. Did you have any idea what you were doing? I mean, I guess? Like I'd seen kisses enough to know how to give someone a peck. It just came naturally. Did you get Happy Meals just for the toys as a kid? Not just for the toy, but it's the main thing I wanted, sure. Have you ever seen your parents cry? If so, how did it make you feel? Seeing my mom cry absolutely destroys me. I don't want her to hurt EVER. Especially if it's seriously unfair bullshit that has her upset, I also get very angry (not at her, of course) and protective. I've seen Dad tear up once, back when he was telling us about his mother's funeral, and I felt immense surprise more than anything. He does NOT cry. How do you feel about animal testing? It's fucking disgusting and barbaric. Find a different goddamn way. Do you add condiments to your ice cream, or just eat it plain? If I'm having vanilla, I'll usually add chocolate syrup. Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes. What’s the coolest personalized license plate you’ve ever seen? I'm forever gonna get a kick out of this one that just said "omw," haha.

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1041

survey by chasingghosts

What is the age gap between you and your parents? 27 for both. Technically, 26 years with my mom since she had yet to celebrate her birthday when she had me, but she was going to turn 27 all the same. Guh. I can’t believe I’m just five years away from that and I’m still nowhere near building my own family.

How many bathrooms does your house have? Is this enough? Two. I’d say it’s enough. Two people in the family rarely have to go to the bathroom at the same time so it works out for us.

Have you sent a letter to anyone in the past year? Yeah. I used to give Gabie a handwritten letter every Christmas along with her gifts. I still plan on writing her one, but obviously the content will be vastly different now.

Have you ever video chatted with someone you met online? I did this with Carley a handful of times; we’d video chat when I came home from school which was around the time she would get ready for school. She was such an extrovert who was so lovely and bubbly around me, and I’ve always felt bad that she had to contend with my shy ass with my mic always muted lol.

Are you hungry or thirsty right now? I’m neither but I can go for a light meal right now, which is great because I got myself a chicken barbecue sandwich and a caramel macchiato from Starbucks as a treat for myself tonight :) I went through five video call meetings just for today alone, went through several breakdowns while at work, and am also on my period, so I thought I deserved a break.

When was the last time you ate something, and what did you eat? Literally just had a bite from my sandwich.

Have you ever seen the film Boondock Saints? Nope. Sounds nothing like my type of film.

Do you own a pair of gumboots? Nah. I don’t like walking in floods anyway, so I don’t plan on getting a pair.

What colour is your favourite mug? Copper.

How far away from your town/city is your state's capital city? I already live in my province’s capital.

Have you ever worked somewhere where you had to clean the toilets? I haven’t.

Do you know anyone named Doug? No, not really a common name here.

What cut of jeans is your favourite and why? Do mom jeans count as a cut? I’ve been all over those throughout 2020. They’re stylish and yet so comfy, which are two words that seldom go together.

Do you rate people's attractiveness on a scale of 1-10? Uhhhhhhhh unless a friend asked me to rate someone they know, I don’t really think in these terms.

Name a few of your favourite actors. Kate freaking Winslet. Also Kristen Stewart, Emma Stone, Audrey Hepburn, Brie Larson, Florence Pugh, and Eddie Redmayne. I’d name Timothée Chalamet but I have yet to see a work of his.

Do you collect anything, or have you ever? The first item I ever collected was notebooks. In my past relationship (is it obvious I’m not over it yet and probably never will be? Ha) I initially liked to collect receipts from places we went to and ate at. I’d also like to be able to grow a collection of wrestling memorabilia, particularly action figures and belts. It’s not really a life goal of mine but it’d still be a cool thing to achieve.

So, how has your week been so far? I mean it’s only Monday, so nothing much. I cried and broke down a lot today which wasn’t a good start, but tomorrow’s a holiday so no work; and for Thursday I was invited to the Christmas party of the department I initially interned at and apparently they’ll be sending over a Christmas kit over to my place so I’m looking forward to these! It’s super touching they remembered and still invited me even though I’m not a part of the team anymore, so I wouldn’t have missed the party for the world.

Is there anything that you could cry about right now? Definitely, and being on my period at the moment makes it so much easier to cry. But I already cried too much and too hard earlier today and it felt exhausting, so I’m trying to avoid it tonight.

How old were you when you learned how to tie your shoelaces? I was five. I probably would’ve made myself learn later but one of our ‘exams’ in kindergarten was to show that you know how to tie your shoelaces, so I had to ask my grandma to give me a crash course.

Have you ever slept in a car overnight? Why did you have to? Yeah. I had to pull several all-nighters in college and work at 24/7 coffee shops, but I usually gave up by around 2-3 AM and would sleep in the car by then.

When was the last time you used Facebook? Earlier this evening, but I couldn’t scroll too much because spoilers for Start Up are everyyyyyyfuckingwhere and I’m still several episodes away from the finale, which aired last night.

Do you have a PO Box or does your mail get sent straight to your house? Our mails and parcels get sent straight to our door.

Are you interested in entomology? Do you know what that is? Never been. I think it’s great that insects have a lot of capabilities and contributions that we often take for granted; but I personally find a great deal of them icky as well lol so I wouldn’t say I’m interested in this branch.

Have you ever had to claim insurance? What for? Hmm I don’t think so. Not my own nor my parents’. Do you like to listen to albums start-finish without skipping or shuffling? I’ll do this sometimes with my favorite albums, yes. Fuck knows how many times I listened to After Laughter from start to finish with no skips; it was my favorite for a while.

Do you have any unspoken enemies, or maybe frenemies? I’m not the biggest fan of Patrice, but it’s not something I broadcast to people because why would I? I’m sure she slightly does not like me too, so we’re even.

What was the last thing you broke? That would be my last phone charger cord. I’ve since had it replaced though.

Do you have a favourite state/province/territory in your country? Not necessarily an overall favorite but I do have a favorite place I’ve traveled to, which is Sagada. I need a second vacation to see if it still lives up to my expectations and if it would still be able to give me an experience as cathartic and therapeutic as my first trip there, but for the last five years it has sat on the throne.

How many vowels are in your street name? Is this question too mundane? Three. I mean I’ve never been asked this on a survey before, so I wouldn’t call it that.

What are your three top favourite flavours of ice cream? Cookies and cream, chocolate chip cookie dough, coffee.

How far away is the nearest Target? At least a couple thousand miles away.

Do you prefer Target, Kmart or Walmart? Idk and idc.

Have you ever farted in class or somewhere else you shouldn't have? No. I suppress my farts, even when I’m alone haha it’s just my least favorite bodily function.

What's your middle name? Would you change it? I’m not giving it away. I wouldn’t change it and I’m definitely not giving it up even if I get married. I’m keeping my middle name then just hyphenate my surname so that I get to keep all three names.

When was the last tie you wore heels? What was the occasion? September. Job interview for a position I didn’t really want but still chose to undergo because it was still an interview.

Do you find yourself lost for words often? I guess yeah, depression does tend to do that to me.

Did you share baths with your siblings/cousins when you were a child? Yep, I remember sharing the shower with my sister as late as when I was 10. Then puberty happened to me and I did not want to continue the practice anymore, haha.

Have you ever been a member of an online dating site? How did it go? I joined Tinder while I was in a relationship (she made an account as well at the time so it was fair game) literally just to people-watch. I wasn’t interested in cheating; I was just genuinely curious to see how the app worked. I put on a fake name, age, location and my profile photo was of a cat I saw in school so it was impossible to tell it was me.

Do you know what your neighbours even look like? I would not be able to recognize them if you lined them up with a bunch of other strangers, to tell you the truth. I’d probably be able to recognize the carpenters working on the house currently being constructed in front of ours though; they’re super nice and they’re crazy over Cooper haha.

How many siblings does your best friend have? Angela is an only child.

Do you put ketchup on your fries? No. Ketchup does not go anywhere near my fries.

Have you been lucky enough to make out with anyone in the past week? LOL lucky enough...but no, I haven’t done that in a while.

Have your parents ever worked in the agriculture business etc. on a farm? Neither have.

Do you have an ex that makes you angry with literally everything they do? No.

Are you easily susceptible to brain freeze? No but tooth sensitivity, yes. I have a certain tooth that acts up whenever I eat ice cream, and it can get soooo inconvenient and uncomfortable for a few seconds.

[deepbluexsea]

Task #1

Basic Information

Full Name: Jonathan Scott James-Michaels.

Nickname(s): Johnny, John, Jay (Briel only). D.A. James-Michaels.

Age: 47 years young.

Date of Birth: May 10, 1973.

Hometown: Manhattan, New York.

Current Location: Yep, you guessed it – Manhattan, New York.

Gender: Male.

Pronouns: Johnny goes by he/him pronouns only.

Sexual Orientation: Mostly gay. He has been attracted to women in the past, but it has been extremely rare.

Occupation: District Attorney of New York County, N.Y.

Living Arrangements: Johnny lives with Briel in the home they bought and renovated together in 2010.

Language(s) Spoken: English (native), French (proficient), Spanish (intermediate).

Accent: Typically, Johnny doesn’t have a very strong accent; as an attorney of 22 years, he has worked on having skilled vocal control. He also had voice lessons as a kid. However, when he’s not paying attention, not at work, or gets really into an argument, his accent is clearly NYC metropolitan. 

Physical Appearance

Hair Color: Dirty blonde/light brown.

Eye Color: Blue, very blue.

Height: 6′1″.

Build: Johnny usually maintains a fairly athletic and somewhat muscular physique.

Tattoos: Two. 1) A drunken “accident” in college that he now hides. Only Briel has ever gotten to see it. 2) His husband’s initials over his heart. 

Piercings: None. Never. And none in the future.

Clothing Style: Johnny is almost always found in a suit due to his profession. If he doesn’t have court, he’ll wear slacks and a button-up or a sweater. On his off days, he’s mostly business casual. At home, he dresses as most guys do (e.g., a t-shirt and jeans).

Favorite Accessories: His watch and his wedding ring.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Undeniably, Johnny’s eyes are hard to miss. People comment on his teeth/smile. Mainly, he’s noticed for the way he commands a room.

Health

Physical Conditions: None. Johnny’s physical health is good. He wears contact lenses and has a couple scars, but that’s it.

Mental Health Conditions: Alcohol Abuse Disorder - in remission.

Allergies: Some mild seasonal allergies, but nothing severe.

Sleeping Habits: Johnny typically goes to bed at or before 10:00 PM and wakes up around 5:30 AM (much to Gabriel’s chagrin). On the weekends, he’s a little more lax. One thing everybody knows about Johnny is that he can sleep anywhere, and will fall asleep when/wherever he feels the urge.

Eating Habits: Mostly healthy/balanced. He sticks to lean meats, veggies, etc., although he isn’t obsessed. Food just isn’t on his mind a lot. Johnny will often forget to eat if someone doesn’t feed him.

Exercise Habits: He enjoys running, boxing, and weightlifting a few times a week.

Addictions: None anymore, thankfully. He will smoke a cigar every now and again, but it’s far from an addiction.

Drug Use: In college, he experimented with psychedelics, molly, and weed. It didn’t stick.

Alcohol Use: Once or twice a year now that he is sober. One drink + water.

Personality

Label: It’s literally impossible to pick just one, right??? The Competitor (attorney + personality), The Advocate, The Liberator, and The Reformer (attorney), and The Thinker (personality). Different ones at different times, and sometimes a combination. 

Positive Traits: Intelligent, caring, hardworking, methodical, clean/organized, passionate.

Negative Traits: Competitive, stubborn, argumentative, blunt, relentless.

Goals/Desires: Taking an extended vacation on the boat. Seeing the aurora borealis. Raising/watching his kids grow successfully. Retiring and spending more of life with his husband. Seeing justice prevail more often than not.

Fears: Losing his family. Heights.

Hobbies: Watching the New York Yankees, taking care of and going out on his boat, playing with his pets + kids, cooking, reading, singing, traveling, taking Gabriel out.

Habits: Running his hands through his hair, chewing on pens, drinking when stressed (past).

Favorites

Season/Weather: Fall. Not too hot, not too cold.

Color: Probably blue. Maybe green.

Music Genre: Rock, singer-songwriter, classical.

Movie: Legally Blonde? He doesn’t watch a lot of movies because he doesn’t really have time, but when he does, he falls asleep during at least half of them.

Sport: Baseball, but he will also watch football.

Beverage: Coffee at all times of the day.

Food: Sushi? Pizza? Steak? Not picky.

Animal: Dogs. Definitely dogs.

Family

Father: Geoffrey Warren Michaels – former Wall Street analyst (deceased since June 2020).

Mother: Virginia Lorraine Matthews – former private practice attorney; current co-owner of Matthews & Wyatt, LLC. She resides at 305 West End Assisted Living Facility and is 87 years of age (although still sharp as a tack).

Sibling(s): None; a spoiled only child.

Children: Juliet Michaels (biological daughter), Andrew James (stepson), Constance James (stepdaughter), Arabella James-Michaels (adopted daughter, step-granddaughter via Constance).

Pet(s): Four dogs, two cats, a rabbit, a donkey, and an alpaca. The last two live at Gabriel’s place from when they were separated in 2018.

Other Important People: Sam Wilder – best friend. Joan Lourd (deceased; best friend for many years). His staff at the D.A.’s office. Gabriel’s friends and coworkers are also often a big part of his life (Nicola, Kale, Kid, Abby, etc.). 

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Taurus – smart, ambitious, stubborn, hardworking, inflexible, reliable, pleasure-seeking, resilient, blunt.

MBTI: ENTJ – The Commander. While Johnny wavers between introverted and extroverted, this personality type fits him best. “People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority. Commanders can be dominant and relentless. They are true powerhouses. They cultivate an image of being larger than life – and often enough, they are.” Strengths: strategic, efficient, strong-willed, inspiring. Weaknesses: stubborn, impatient, ruthless.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw – intelligence, knowledge, curiosity, creativity, and wit.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral: The Judge – law, tradition, order, organization, reliable, honorable. However, Johnny would not fit with the weaknesses; he is very appreciative of diversity and freedom.

Primary Vice: Pride – excessive belief in one’s own abilities; also known as Vanity.

Primary Virtue: Diligence – no matter what stands in their way, one with this virtue will accomplish their goals + stay true to their core beliefs. 

Element: Earth – real, methodical, physical, bull-headed. Though Johnny has characteristics of Fire (natural leader, dynamic) and Air (clever, free-thinking), and he has wished to garner more Water characteristics, Earth fits him best.

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survey by –rainboweyes–

1.] What age is your youngest aunt? She’s in her late 40s.

2.] Do you miss someone right now? My loved ones who have passed away.

3.] What can you see to the Northwest to you? A wall.

4.] Do you like bowling? Nah, not my thing.

5.] Can you pronounce Italian words? Some, yeah. 

6.] Do you prefer black or beige colored jackets? Black.

7.] Do you own a hoodie? I own several hoodies.

8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? Sure. I haven’t done that in quite a long time, though.

9.] Do you like cheesy puffs? Yeah. I loved the Flamin’ Hot kind, but I can’t eat spicy stuff anymore. :(

10.] What’s your name without vowels? Stphn. 

11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing? One.

12.] When was the last time you got a takeaway? What did you have? I had Wingstop on Sunday.

13.] If you could climb any mountain or range which would you chose? I wouldn’t.

14.] Do you alphabetically arrange anything in your room? What? No.

15.] Have you ever visited fat-pie.com? No.

16.] Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits? Sweet. I don’t like sour stuff.

17.] Do you like Flo Rida? Which song of his? I liked a few of his songs.

18.] How’s your dancing skills? I don’t have dancing skills. 19.] What is your favorite number? 8.

20.] Describe your best friend to me? She’s hardworking, devoted, caring, intelligent, sarcastic, funny, loves true crime, and loves Mexican food.

21.] What is your favorite alcoholic drink? None.

22.] Do you do any sports or have you done any sport professionally? Nope.

23.] What is your ringtone? One of the ones that came with the phone.

24.] Do you like chili flavored chips/crisps? Sure.

25.] Do you curl or straighten your hair? I haven’t in years.

26.] What’s the nicest smell of shampoo? Fruity or coconut. 

27.] What smell turns you on? How about turns you off? A nice cologne/BO, bad breath, musty.

28.] Who’s your favorite comedian? I don’t have one.

29.] RnB or Reggae? R&B.

30.] What brand of batteries do you usually get? Energizer. 

31.] Are any of your friends pregnant or have kids? Facebook “friends.”

32.] What is in your medicine cabinet? We don’t have medicine cabinet, but we have a medicine drawer full of various medications. 

33.] What’s your favorite aspect of the natural world? The beach and the ocean.

34.] What’s your favorite man-made thing? The internet? <--Yep. <<< Yeah, that is pretty great.

35.] Can you whistle properly? Nope.

36.] What song do you think is the most widely heard in the world? I have no idea.

37.] Where’s the strangest place a fast-food restaurant was located? *shrug*

38.] What countries surround your country? Or are you not land locked? Mexico and Canada.

39.] Do you own binoculars or nonoculars? What do you use them for? No.

40.] Do you ever wish you had a telescope on the roof or attic to stargaze? No. I’d never go up on the roof for one, for two we don’t even have an attic.

41.] What’s your favorite chocolate bar? White chocolate.

42.] Do you fall asleep easy in cars? How about planes, trains and boats? If it’s a long car ride, yeah. I haven’t been able to sleep on a plane so far, and I’ve never been on a train or boat.

43.] Would you rather live a year of your life in every major country or stay in the same place you live forever without vacations? Those both sound awful but the latter is closer to the way my life works anyway so let’s go with that. At least I’ll be near my loved ones. <<< Same, but damn it would suck to never travel at all. :(

44.] What will you not tolerate in a person? Someone being obnoxious and hateful and rude. 

45.] Do you forgive others easier or yourself? Why is this? Yes. Because I’m not kind to myself. <<< Same. I’m a lot more kind and understanding towards others but so unforgiving and harsh on myself.

46.] How was God made, if he exists? He always was, He’s the beginning and the end.

47.] Have you ever done aqua aerobics or polo? No.

48.] What age were you when you learned how to swim? I haven’t.

49.] What shows or characters scared you as a child? Ghostface from Scream, but now the Scream films are some of my favorites. 

50.] Do you stay up all night on New Years Eve/Day or go to bed after 12am? I stay up late every night, so New Year’s Eve is no different.

51.] What’s currently in your fridge? Food and drinks.

52.] How about your freezer? Food.

53.] What could you be doing now that is more productive? I want to be doing this.

54.] Give me some lyrics from the song that’s stuck in your head? Nah.

55.] What’s your favorite type of firework? I think fireworks in general are visually appealing, but ugh I wish they weren’t so damn loud.

[the-tiva-og]

His Ninjas

Hey, y’all. This is my contribution to @talisbirthdaychallenge for our favorite little ninja’s birthday. I’m going to warn you that it is 100% straight-up fluff, but there’s three chapters of it and that is the most I’ve written in a while, so I hope you enjoy it.

And if you want to read it on AO3, I’m gonna add that link. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24832249/chapters/60067054

Chapter 1: Departures and Arrivals

“I still do not understand why we need to take a taxi,” Ziva said, handing a suitcase to Tony as he loaded it into the back of the van. He grit his teeth a bit and anyone passing could immediately tell that this was certainly not the first time that this discussion had taken place, “I already told you, Sweetcheeks. I fight my way through the Metro five days a week, there’s no way that I’m doing it with three suitcases and a five year old in the middle of rush hour.” “Rush hour is exactly why we should not be taking a cab!” Ziva said with exasperation clear in her voice. “Daddy! Are you sure I can’t bring Kalev and Pikachu?!” Tali’s voice called out from the doorway of their townhouse, interrupting the bickering couple. Tony stood up and cracked his back, “I am very sure, T-Bird.”

The little girl looked sadly at the two plush toys in her arms. Tony walked over and knelt in front of her, “Listen, kiddo, one of these brave guys has got to stay here and take care of the house while we’re away. You know, make sure that Marc doesn’t over-feed the fish, keep the pigeons out of the flowers on the windows, things like that. I know that you really want to bring them both, but we’ve got to leave room in your bag for souvenirs, remember?” Tali looked, uncomfortably, from her father to the two toys she was carrying. “Which one should I bring?” she said, quietly, “I don’t want to make them sad.” “Well,” Tony said, holding out his hands to take the toys, “let me talk with them.” Very seriously, Tali handed them to Tony. “Okay, guys,” he spoke to them, “which one of you is responsible enough to take care of the whole house while we’re on vacation?” Using the toys like puppets, he had them look at each other. “Woof woof!” he spoke through Kalev and responded, through Pikachu, with “Pika pika!” He turned the toys back to face him, “Sounds like they made a decision.” Tali looked at him with bated breath. “Kalev has said that he’s gone on trips with Tali before, so he would be happy to watch the house. Pikachu has friends in Tokyo, so he would really like to go on vacation with Tali so that maybe he could see some of his old friends,” Tony responded, as though he was reporting actual facts. Tali looked from her father to each of the toys, in turn, then nodded. “That sounds good,” she said. Tony smiled, “Alright, why don’t you put Pikachu in your backpack and I’ll take Kalev back inside and let him know the rules while I lock up the house. Got everything you need?” Tali smiled, taking the plush Pikachu from his hands, “Yep!” “Good girl. Ima’s waiting for you at the taxi, okay?” he tousled her hair as he stood and carried Kalev back to the house.

“I see you picked out your toy,” Ziva said as Tali walked toward her, pushing Pikachu into her little blue backpack. “Yeah, Daddy said that Kalev needs to stay behind and protect our flowers from the pigeons.” Ziva chuckled, “Did he? Well, I am glad that you were able to get that settled. Kalev certainly is the best puppy for the job.” “Besides, Daddy said that Pikachu wanted to see his friends in Tokyo,” Tali said, letting her mother help her into a seat in the taxi. “Ah, yes, that is right. He’s from Japan, isn’t he?” Ziva said, smiling, as she buckled Tali into the seat and moved to take the seat beside her. Tony returned and took his seat. Looking at Tali and Ziva, he smiled and asked, “You guys ready for an adventure?”

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Tony checked his watch and smiled. “See, look at that,” he began, “made it in time to get through security, grab a bite to eat, check in, and we won’t have to rush the kiddo to finish her food before we get on the plane.” Ziva playfully rolled her eyes, turning from watching Tali happily munching on her sandwich to look at her partner. “Looking for me to stroke your ego, mon cher?” she snarked. He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes and a little pout, saying, “It would be nice.” She gave a bark of laughter before leaning across and pressing a small kiss to his cheek before giving it a teasing pinch. He yelped, drawing disapproving glares from many of his fellow travelers, but a wicked smile from his partner.

After Tali finished her dinner, Tony checked the time once more. Looking up from his watch, he announced, “Last chance for a potty break before we get on the plane. If you have to go, speak now or forever hold your pee.” Tali looked up at him strangely, “Is there not a bathroom on the plane?” He chuckled, “Yeah, but it’s not as easy to get to and you can’t use it until the pilot does the ‘ding’ thing and we can take off our seatbelts.” The little girl continued to give her father a skeptical look, trying to remember her last time on an airplane. Ziva broke in, “Well, I am going to the restroom. Tali, why don’t you come with me and at least try to go?” She gave a nod of agreement and hopped out of her seat, grabbing her mother’s hand and following her through the airport.

By the time that the entire family had returned from their pit stop, there was a general rustle in the air of the gate which indicated that boarding would begin soon. “Ah!” Tony gasped, “I’ll be right back.” He then dashed off away from the gate. “Where’s Daddy going?” Tali asked, looking in the direction he had just gone. Ziva looked after him with a similarly puzzled expression, “I… am not sure. We should go ahead and get everything ready to go, though. Do you have your backpack?”

Tony arrived just in time to board the plane with Tali and Ziva. “Where did you go? You were almost late” Ziva admonished, as they walked down the jet bridge to their plane. He grinned and held up a bag, “You always do forget your gum and magazines.” Her look turned soft and she gave a shy smile. To his credit, he managed to wait until she looked away before plastering a victorious smirk on his face. Dragging moments of cute, knowing romanticism out of Ziva had turned into one of his most compelling goals ever since she returned to him. Since this was their first vacation as a family since their reunion, he refused to let the opportunity pass him by.

They settled into their seats, Tony sighed happily as he gave a little stretch and snuggled into the cushion. “Ahh, business class on the company’s dime,” he said with a smile, “nothing better than that.” Ziva snorted a laugh as she helped Tali fasten her seatbelt. “I wanna see out the window,” the little girl whined. “Hush, hush, ahuva,” Ziva soothed, “When the plane gets in the air, perhaps your father would let you sit in his lap and look out for a while.” Tony turned to his daughter with a grimace, “It’s cloudy outside anyway, probably not going to be much to see.” Tali pouted a little, but accepted the answer. The roar of takeoff and a coloring book offered to her by the flight attendant soon had Tali completely forgetting about wanting to see out the window. Tony glanced over at Ziva and smiled as she colored a page, following their child’s instructions. He began scrolling through the in-flight entertainment, intent on catching up with the movies he had missed while working on his latest project. Tali, like her father, soon found the list of movies and fell asleep halfway through a cartoon movie that Ziva was certain she had seen before. She reached across and pulled the blanket up a bit over the child’s shoulder, then returned to her magazine.

When Tali awoke, the flight attendants were beginning to serve breakfast. “Where are we, Ima?” the little girl asked, groggily. Ziva showed her how to use the entertainment screen to see the map showing the plane’s location. “How much longer?” Tali asked. “Almost seven hours,” Ziva replied with a little smile. Tali frowned, “We’ve been on this plane forever.” Before Ziva could respond to that, Tali continued, “I’m hungry.” There was a much easier answer to that than the original question. “Well, you are very lucky,” Ziva began, “because you woke up just in time for breakfast.” Tali’s eyes lit up and she sat up straighter in her chair, “Where is it?” “Patience, my love,” Ziva corrected, reaching out to her antsy daughter, “they are bringing it.” “Who?” Tali said, wiggling in her seat, trying to see the people her mother said were bringing breakfast. “The flight attendants,” Ziva responded, “Sit still, ahava.” Tali leaned into the aisle and hissed, “Pssst! Abba! Daddy!” Tony took a deep breath and shook his head, blinking awake, “Huh? Wh- What is it?” “They’re bringing breakfast!” Tali whispered excitedly, as though letting Tony in on a wonderful secret. “Alright,” Tony smiled at his daughter, “thanks for waking me up, T-Bird. Don’t want to miss a meal.” He gave a showy wink to his daughter and partner. “It would be very unlike you to miss a meal,” Ziva teased. As soon as Tali got her meal, she opened the cover of the main course and gasped, “Ima! Look! My rice looks like a chicken!”

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“Alright, you take Tali to the restroom, I’ll go wait for our luggage,” Tony said as they surged out from customs with Tali grimacing and clinging to her mother’s hand. “Ima!” Tali cried out, tugging on Ziva’s hand. “We will meet you at the luggage carousel,” Ziva responded as she spotted the sign for the restrooms and hurried off in that direction. By the time that they returned, Tony had two suitcases and was waiting for the third to come around on the luggage carousel. “Daddy!” Tali cried out with a grin, “I saw a big picture of Pikachu!” “Hey, that’s great, kiddo,” Tony responded, glancing at Tali before looking and spotting their last bag.

The family passed the rest of the afternoon and evening in the hotel. Tony had to talk with his team and make plans for the next week. Meanwhile, Ziva and Tali read through some Tokyo guidebooks and discussed what they wanted to do in the week of vacation before Tony had to go to work. They had dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and returned to their room. Tali turned on the TV and found a channel playing cartoons. Tony watched her for a little while, grinning at how enraptured she was with the program, despite it being in Japanese and the little girl only knowing the few phrases that he and Ziva had taught her in preparation for their trip. “She gets that from you, you know?” Ziva spoke quietly, making him jump in surprise, not realizing that she had walked over to the office area of the room. He grinned and sarcastically responded, “Oh, you mean her natural drive to learn languages?” Ziva scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Hey, let me see that list you guys were working on,” Tony said, turning to face her. She gave him a curious look. “You know, we don’t really know our way around here, so I thought that maybe we should make an itinerary or plan or something,” he explained. “Look at you being so clever,” she said smiling warmly at him and handing the list to her partner. Tony glanced over at Tali to make sure that she was still watching television, “So, when do we tell her about her surprise?” “We should probably tell her soon,” Ziva responded, “Maybe over breakfast tomorrow?” Tony nodded, “That’s a good idea. I’m lucky you’re so smart.” She swatted his arm, “You have already won me over, you do not have to continue greasing me up.” He took a moment to think about what she said, opening and closing his mouth a few times and squinting in thought, “Do… do you mean buttering you up?” She shrugged, looking at him, “Do I?” “I hope so,” he laughed, taking the list from her and looking it over.

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27 Ways to Get Over a Breakup, Like, Right Now

Going through a breakup is low-key the best time to rebrand yourself. You can be whoever you want to be, do whatever you want to do, and try anything you want to try without having to consider anyone but yourself.

But considering breakups = losing someone who was consistently in your life, it can be easy to dwell on the past instead of looking at what your future self can bring to the table. Completely understandable.

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So to help you cope with all things breakup (since, hi, your future best self is waiting), we’ve sourced a bunch of tangible, practical ways you can actually get over someone according to experts who want to help. Because yes, sometimes buying yourself flowers at the grocery store is a lil start.

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1. Shower daily. I know this seems small, but trust, it makes all the difference. “Prioritizing your hygiene and taking pride in how you look can often make you feel better inside,” says licensed clinical psychologist Kristie Norwood. So get yourself a morning and nighttime routine that requires a rinse in the shower. After all, shower thoughts are the best kind of thoughts, and it might be super therapeutic. Small wins are the best wins.

2. Create a vision board. Yup, it’s time to paint a badass picture of what your future is about to look like. (Time to get on that manifesting kick). “After breakups, it’s important to figure out what your life will look like without the relationship as it was,” says Norwood. So pick up some magazines—yes, full permission to grab some Cosmos— and cut out images that you put into art your life goals and desires.

3. Treat yourself to a new sex toy. Luckily for you, vibrators come completely drama-free (and in some cases, are better than the real deal). “Cleanse yourself of any negative energy through an orgasm,” says sex educator Yael Rosenstock Gonzalez. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away (...that’s the saying, right?).

4. Go to therapy It’s time to make an appointment for therapy, suggests licensed clinical social worker Amalia Miralrío. Especially considering an unbiased perspective could offer you insight that you weren’t able to process yourself. Get started with some free options here.



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5. Buy yourself a big bouquet of pink roses. Put them in a vase, water them, and wait for them to wilt. When it’s time to throw them out, check in with your feelings. Guess what? By the time those roses die, you’ll already feel better. Then, keep buying yourself roses, recommends Veronica Yip, a San Diego resident who swears by this hack.

6. Visit a rage room. It’s…a legit thing. “Get out all your anger and smash objects to your heart’s content,” recommends Lauren Cook, who holds a master’s in marriage and family therapy.

7. Go on that vacation you’ve been dying to—even if it’s by yourself. “Getting away to an exotic location or somewhere peaceful is a potent source of distraction,” says therapist Rev. Sheri Heller. What’s better than lounging beachside with a good book, frozen drank, and the ocean waves? Talk about self-care.

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8. Rearrange your home. Get rid of all those bad memories. “A new look creates space for new memories. Out with the old, inviting the new,” recommends Krysta Monet creator and founder of The Feminine Truth.

9. Purge your relationship junk drawer. Yes, this includes that ticket stub you’ve kept from your first date. “You don’t need the reminders of a relationship that is no longer,” says Robyn Koenig, professional dating coach and CEO at Rare Find.

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10. Write hate mail to your ex. But don’t actually send it (and tell your sister not to either, à la Lara Jean). “The caveat is not to mail the letter but to do a ceremonial burning to get rid of the toxic energy,” recommends Samantha Gregory, author of No More Crumbs: How to Stop Dating for Crumbs and Get the Cake You Finally Deserve.

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11. Say yes to everything. “This is especially useful if you’ve been in a long-term relationship where you’ve compromised and negotiated what you ate, where you went, what you watched, and who you socialized with,” says Trish McDermott, CEO of Meetopolis Dating. “Who are you and what makes just *you* happy? Now is the time to find out.”

12. Eat alone. Whether you take yourself out to your favorite Thai place or make a home-cooked dinner, sit at the table and eat in silence. “Becoming comfortable with newly found silence is part of the recovery process,” says Megan Cannon, owner of Back to Balance Counseling.

13. Sign up for a boxing class—or any other type of fighting class. “Sometimes you need to find an outlet to divert the negative energies you get after a breakup,” says Celia Schweyer, dating and relationship expert at DatingScout. Trust, punching the eff out of something will *def* help with this added stress.

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14. Block them from your Instagram/Snapchat. If the temptation to see if they’ve been paying attention to your Stories is too much, just block them. This way, when you do start to get out there and share your day-to-day activities again, you’ll know there’s zero part of you that’s performatively “acting over it” in the hopes your ex will see it.

15. Don’t shit-talk your ex too much. Sure, it feels good to trash-talk your ex with your besties, and hearing that you were better than them from the start feels like a drug, but don’t rely on it. Hearing your friends bring down someone who made you feel shitty feels like it should be justified in the grand karmic scheme of things, but your health and happiness need not be contingent on someone else’s pain and suffering.

16. Don’t immediately suggest to “stay friends”—and if they do, tell them you need to think about it. This is an impulse because you don’t want to seem like you care too much about the breakup. Because you’re so chill. You’re so chill that your heart isn’t beating. Aaand, you’re dead. But truthfully, during this stilted, awkward breaking-up period, it’s hard to tell whether you’ll be able to be friends. Generally, one person wants to be friends and the other wants to be more. Gotta work that shit out before it can be a healthy friendship…if it ever can be. You’re not admitting defeat by not staying friends with them.

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17. Spend a lot of time outside. It’s a cliché, but fresh air really does clear your head. So does, you know, seeing the sun every once in a while. Take at least two hours from each day just to leave your Cave of Forgotten Dreams and interact with The Outside.

18. Know it’s okay to rely on your friends. Breakups can make even the strongest people feel like they’re worthless or not good enough. Hang out with people who appreciate you and remind you of what a good person you are. “This is when having a strong support network is essential because friends can show you that you still matter and that you still belong,” Burns says. “When your self-esteem is at an all-time low, these are the people who can help empower you while you work on defining your own self-worth.”

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19. Eat your night cheese. Yep, you have full permission to pull a Liz Lemon and work on your night cheese during a breakup. Fran Walfish, PsyD, a Beverly Hills–based psychotherapist and relationship expert, says that drinking milk or eating turkey, cheese, yogurt, or ice cream before bed can calm you down due to the ingredient tryptophan—a natural calming agent that relaxes you without medication.

20. Rebound with one incredibly hot suitor, if that’s what you want, and then give yourself some time to decompress and remember who you are. If you’ve had one rebound, you’ve had them all, in this woman’s opinion.

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21. If you start dating someone else, take it really slow. Dude. You just ended a relationship and your heart flipped over and exploded like a tanker in a Jean-Claude Van Damme movie. If you take it step-by-step and enjoy it as a casual thing for a while, that’ll give you some time to evaluate whether you’re actually ready to be with someone again or if you’re just ready to have really hot sex with them in an elevator once in a while.

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22. Establish a bedtime routine. When you’re going through a breakup, learning to be proud of the little things can really keep you going. And honestly, what screams “I have my shit together” more than getting enough sleep every night? Walfish recommends going to bed at the same time and setting your alarm for the same time every day. Avoid looking at screens (TV, computer, cell phone) for half an hour before bed. Not only does the light from screens keep you awake, but how many times has some unexpected drama on the timeline or an innocent Instagram scroll accidentally spiraled into a two-hour deep-dive of their life?

23. If you get a Facebook invite to their best friend’s party...stay home, put on a face mask, eat Chinese food, and watch Stranger Things. Going to that party still makes it all about your ex—not your emotional well-being. And seeing them will just pick open the scab.

24. Don’t scheme to get them back, scheme to get yourself back. Get some solid book recs, join a pickup sports game, go on a trip somewhere with a girlfriend. Paint your bathroom—I don’t care. Just do something for yourself.

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25. Avoid posting the details on Facebook. Or Twitter. Or Instagram. Or Tumblr. Live ya life! Airing your grievances on social media is not good for anyone, and it’ll be embarrassing later. Who’s gonna read it, anyway? Aunt Maggie? That girl you met during Welcome Week?

26. Take baths. Baths are half wallowing and half cleansing/pampering and thus are perfect for breakups. When’s the last time you really filled up your tub (clean it first, please) and had a good soak with a glass (bottle) of wine? Showers are not for the recently dumped.

27. Stop blaming yourself and thinking things like, If only I had watched more Bourne movies/had dyed my hair blonde/had given more rim jobs/were cooler. It takes two to tango.

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palmer osborne.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: palmer robert osborne REASONING: nope, not really. NICKNAME(S): ozzy, six PREFERRED NAME(S): he'll answer to pretty much whatever tbh BIRTH DATE: june 27 AGE: twenty seven ZODIAC: cancer GENDER: cis male PRONOUNS: he/him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: american CURRENT LOCATION: montreal LIVING CONDITIONS: pretty neat and tidy, if a little....bachelor-y.

BACKGROUND BIRTH PLACE: bismarck, nd HOMETOWN: bismarck, nd SOCIAL CLASS: upper, he guesses. EDUCATION LEVEL: in theory, he has a degree in history from the university of north dakota but........... FATHER: stark osborne, 67, retried state trooper MOTHER: peggy osborne, 65, retired kindergarten teacher SIBLING(S): adelaide ross, 40; jim, 37; natalie gilbert, 36; jennifer hoffman, 32, matt, 30 BIRTH ORDER: youngest CHILDREN: — PET(S): a polydactyl calico named hank OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: in-laws, legions of them. all of his siblings are married and he's up to twelve nieces and nephews. LEGION. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: like, he guesses. CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: single, ready to mingle. ARRESTS?: there have been Conversations with certain members of law enforcement, he will say that much. he's kept his nose pretty clean since junior year of college though.

OCCUPATION & INCOME PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: left wing, montreal canadiens SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: investing - his brother jim is a broker and has been helping him build a portfolio. he's not exactly sure what it all means so he trusts jim. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: yeah sure it's cool PAST JOB(S): AHL (st. john's ice caps/laval rocket), ECHL (greenville swamp rabbits), pizza maker SPENDING HABITS: reasonable - he's not a big spender, never has been. nice apartment where he doesn't have to share a bathroom with anyone else has been his biggest indulgence. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: man, he doesn't know.

SKILLS & ABILITIES PHYSICAL STRENGTH: A+ SPEED: A+ INTELLIGENCE: like a C ACCURACY: A AGILITY: A STAMINA: A TEAMWORK: he's a fantastic teammate TALENTS: hockey, loyal, tenacious SHORTCOMINGS: his temper burns fast and hot LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, ten words of spanish. he's aware he should speak more french, playing in montreal but it's only been a year and he's....trying. DRIVE?: yep, a bmw he felt like he was supposed to get but that kind of makes him feel like a dick. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yep CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: he could figure it out with diagrams RIDE A BICYCLE?: he couldn't tell you the last time he tried SWIM?: sure PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nope PLAY CHESS?: nope BRAID HAIR?: kind of? he's grown it out pretty long in the past and he fucked around with it with braids and such TIE A TIE?: yep PICK A LOCK?: sure

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS FACE CLAIM: jack quaid EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short, little curly. he's growing out a buzzcut. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: neither DOMINANT HAND: left HEIGHT: 6'1 BUILD: athletic, booty rockin everywhere. EXERCISE HABITS: daily, in one way or another. SKIN TONE: fair TATTOOS: shockingly, nah. he's thought about it but only usually when he's drunk and figures that's not a good time to get a tattoo. PIERCINGS: nah MARKS/SCARS: oh yeah. NOTABLE FEATURES: expressive face, mile deep dimples, freckles USUAL EXPRESSION: amused CLOTHING STYLE: jeans and a button down tucked in - he likes to look neat. suits for game day and he loves a nice suit. JEWELRY: nah. ALLERGIES: seasonal DIET: healthy but he puts hot sauce on everything like a monster. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: like aches and pains from hockey for twenty four years straight but he'll live. he's had a few concussions and a few hip and shoulder injuries but nothing.........truly awful.

PSYCHOLOGY MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: choleric ELEMENT: fire MBTI TYPE: ESTP MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: palmer has a chip the size of east texas on his shoulder. he only got a full nhl contract last year and he's still scared shitless that someone's going to be like "hey what are you doing here" and kick his ass back to greenville. SOCIABILITY: pretty good - he's friendly and upbeat if he likes you but will fuck with you if he doesn't but it's hard to tell because Dimples. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: he wears his heart on his sleeve - you'll see every thought and emotion. PHOBIA(S): The Big One, be it concussion or injury. ADDICTION(S): nah DRUG USE: nope, never ALCOHOL USE: very, very seldom during the season but yeah, sure in off-season PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not off the ice at least.

MANNERISMS SPEECH STYLE: measured, even. ACCENT: kind of flat midwestern QUIRKS: the hot sauce thing. HOBBIES: video games, hanging. he likes exploring montreal still. HABITS: working out? NERVOUS TICKS: clearing his throat when he's thinking or doesn't like the question. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: don't fuck it up. POSITIVE TRAITS: energetic, direct, tenacious, loyal, emotional. NEGATIVE TRAITS: insensitive, impatient, risk-prone, reckless, insecure. SENSE OF HUMOR: juvenile DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: tiny bit.

FAVORITES ACTIVITY: playing hockey - he's been playing since he was three and it's his favorite thing in the whole damn world ANIMAL: cats - he loves hank the most. BEVERAGE: water BOOK: nah. COLOR: red FOOD: breakfast food HOLIDAY: christmas MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: drive MOVIE: the mighty ducks is like, 70% of the reason he got into hockey. SONG: "could have been me" by the struts SCENERY: anything out of an airplane window SCENT: ice and pine SPORT: come on. SPORTS TEAM: he doesn't want to commit to an answer TELEVISION SHOW: letterkenny WEATHER: summer VACATION DESTINATION: anywhere warm and sunny

ATTITUDES GREATEST DREAM: keep doing this as long as he's able. that simple. GREATEST FEAR: see above, re: The Big One. MOST AT EASE WHEN: he's playing hockey - he's pretty confident in his abilities there. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: getting to this point. he's been clawing his way up to the nhl for five years, played his first game with montreal in 2017 (got called up from laval for a game, it was the best day ever) and signed his NHL contract two summers ago. so that.   BIGGEST REGRET: not keeping his mouth shut sometimes TOP PRIORITIES: his career, his cat, his family.

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With Great Power - Chapter 5

Title: With Great Power – Chapter 5

Catch up (or read on AO3) here!

Fic summary: Thomas Sanders is just a regular social media personality. But when he gets bit by a spider during filming one of his YouTube videos, his whole life is about to turn upside down—whether he (or the aspects of his personality) want it to or not. Platonic LAMP/CALM + Character!Thomas. Spider-Man AU.

Chapter word count: 3,515

Chapter warnings: cursing, nightmare mention, anxiety mention, minor spoilers for Danny Phantom.

A/N: Almost a month later, here’s chapter 5! So sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy it! <3 Shoutout to @creativenostalgiastuff for her help as always. Edited by yours truly so all mistakes are mine.

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Sorry for the delay, everyone! Thomas types out for Twitter, a couple days later. Wasn’t feeling great but we’re back at it! New CT coming to you soon!

He pauses, then looks up at Joan across from him, sitting on a chair in Picani’s office. “Hey, what if we did a livestream tomorrow?”

He still feels bad for having gone MIA for a week. Or, as MIA as Thomas ever really went. He’d texted Joan, Camden, and Talyn basically every day to tell them he still wasn’t feeling his best. It wasn’t… a total lie, he’d told himself despite the guilt that sat uncomfortably in his stomach. It definitely hadn’t helped that he’d consequentially been postponing finishing up the filming of Cartoon Therapy due to his absence. It had been a couple of weeks now without any video to post on either channel.

Joan looks up from laptop poised across their lap. “Uh, I can do that. As long as it ends before 6, ‘cause my piano lesson starts at 6:30.”

Thomas smiles. “Perfect. I just feel bad for making them wait, y’know?” To make up for it, he adds to the tweet, we’ll be having a Livestream tomorrow at 4! Open to everyone, not just members. Hope to see you all there!

“You can’t help that you got sick,” Joan replies as Thomas sends the tweet out. “They understand.”

“Yeah, but… y’know.” Thomas lifts a shoulder. “I just wanna do something for them.”

“It’s cool, man,” Joan replies. “I think it’s a good idea. And it’ll give us a nice break from the editing and shit.”

“Speaking of—” Thomas grabs the pen and journal prompts from the bookcase behind him—"how’s Camden handling his part of things? I haven’t talked to him about the vid in a while.”

“I think he’s almost done,” Joan replies. “We just gotta finish the last of Picani and we should have the rest of the footage he needs to finish his section.”

Thomas nods and adjusts the knot in the pastel green tie around his neck. It had seemed like every time they’d tried to film the rest of Picani, something got in the way. Thomas loved acting and he loved the filming stage of videos, but a small part of him just wanted to be done with it. The sooner he could be done filming, the sooner he could focus on… more pressing issues.

“Then let’s finish Picani,” Thomas says lightly. “We’ve just got the last scene with Valerie’s character, right?”

Joan nods. “Yep. Shouldn’t take long at all.”

“Awesome.” Thomas glances in the viewfinder and pushes the bangs that were falling into his eyes out of the way. “Ready when you are.”

Joan hits record on the camera, then looks down at their script. “I have to be the adult, y’know?”

Thomas taps his pen against his mouth, looking carefully at Valerie’s sightline. “You know, Elena… Danny’s older sister feels that way for much of the show, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Jazz is only a couple of years older than Danny. But she often feels like she has to be the adult in the family because she sees her parents as a bit… immature.” Thomas leans forward slightly. “So she acts way older than she really is. But that mentality ends up backfiring on her when she takes it a little too far.”

“Too far?”

Thomas places his pen on top of his journal in his lap. “In Season 2 Epsiode 7, Danny has to fight a ghost that can only be seen by kids while he’s on vacation with his family. Since Jazz acts and thinks of herself as an adult even though she’s only 16, she can’t see the ghost and starts to think—along with her parents—that Danny is going crazy.” Thomas pauses, remembering that they’d wanted to cut in with a video clip there. Then he continues. “Though her concern is well-intentioned, it leads her to trapping Danny and the ghost goes after their parents. It’s not until Danny is able to get Jazz to act like a kid again that she’s able to see the ghost, and ultimately help to save her family.”

Joan rolls their eyes to keep in character as they read Valerie’s lines. “Fine, but my family’s not under attack by ghosts.”

Thomas sighs. “You’re right. But the point is that Jazz thought acting like an adult was helping the people around her, when it really wasn’t. When she actually started acting her age was when she was able to be the most help—especially to her little brother, who was the whole reason she’d been acting so much older in the first place.”

“Huh…”

“From that point on,” Thomas continues, “Jazz tries to find a balance. She’s a mature person, and nobody was asking her to change that. But she also comes to understand the importance of still being a kid. She learns how to balance the two in a way that doesn’t ask her to sacrifice any part of who she is.”

Joan pauses. “I… guess I could try that. Maria isn’t a little kid anymore, even though I still think of her as my baby sister.”

Thomas gives a small, encouraging smile. “It’ll take some time. Learning balance is not as easy as flipping a switch. But it’s something we can continue to work on. It might even help your relationship with your sister in ways you don’t expect.”

Joan gives a single nod. “I’d like that.”

“Great!” Thomas grins. “So I’ll see you next week?”

“Definitely. And… thanks, Dr. Picani.”

“Any time, Elena.”

…

“We can tell them. Should we tell them? We can tell them. I think. Wait…”

Thomas laughs as Joan stumbles through their thoughts about half an hour in to the livestream. He laughs even harder when he sees the chat blowing up with people asking Joan to just say it already. They’d decided to go back to Thomas’s apartment for the livestream, if only for sake of tradition. Not every livestream had been from this location, but Thomas wanted some of the normalcy back. And Joan, though they’d seemed puzzled, didn’t appear to mind.

“I’m good to tell them who it is,” Thomas says.

“Wait, who as in the…” Joan arches an eyebrow. “Or…” They tilt their head. Perhaps strangely enough, Thomas knows exactly what they’re asking.

He laughs again. “Real name, not the character name.”

“Yeah, okay. That’s what I was thinking.” Thomas and Joan both look back at the camera.

“It’s Valerie,” Thomas says. “The new character we’re introducing is played by my friend, Valerie. Some of you probably know her, since she’s been in… a good number of our videos. We got really lucky that the schedules worked out, since she’s auditioning in Orlando at the moment.”

“Yeah, she’s actually been in a lot,” Joan says. They start counting on their fingers. “Reasons to Smile.”

“On the Spot in the Spotlight,” Thomas supplies. “Which we’re still planning on bringing back.”

“The first Tongue Twisted.” Joan snaps their fingers and points at him. “She’s been in a few of your shorts videos, too.”

“I feel like we’re missing something.” Thomas glances at the chat and smiles at the people shouting SANDERS SIDES in all caps. “That’s right! Goodness gracious, she was in two of the Sanders Sides videos.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, guys. Guess I’m still a little out of it.”

He manages a small, apologetic smile. But a moment later, there’s a flood of messages in the chat telling him not to worry, asking if he’s feeling better, reminding him to rest and drink water… he feels a sharp twist of guilt. He tries not to linger on it.

“Let’s see… other questions….” He watches the chat closely, the knot in his stomach loosening slightly as the messages filter from well wishes to questions again. One of them makes him frown. “Someone’s asking if I’ve seen the Ekko videos?” He glances over his shoulder towards Joan. “I haven’t. Is that a new thing? I don’t know if I’ve heard of them.”

Joan looks suddenly uncomfortable. They shrug, but its awkward and forced. “Yeah. It was all anyone was talking about a couple days ago.”

Thomas hadn’t been checking social media over the past week. A part of him felt relieved that they’d at least moved on from trying to identify who “Spider-Man” was. “What are they?”

Joan gives him a quick look. “I’ll… tell you after the livestream.” Thomas couldn’t quite read their expression, but there was a warning look in their eyes that made him nod his agreement. Whatever it was, Joan didn’t want to talk about it with an audience. They wanted to change the subject.

At Thomas’s nod, Joan leans forward to read the scrolling chat feed until they find a different question. Thomas glances at the screen as well, and sees a few questions with “Spider-Man” in them—they go too fast for him to identify what exactly they’re asking—and feels himself tense. Joan doesn’t seem to even notice the questions.

“Here’s one,” they say after a brief pause. “Thomas, if you could be any kitchen appliance, what would you be?”

As the livestream continues, Thomas finds himself falling into old, comforting habits. He’d always had fun doing livestreams, especially ones with Joan. He appreciated their ability to be thoughtful and intellectual one moment and crack a joke that would make Thomas’s stomach hurt from laughing the next. A part of him feels like he appreciates it now more than ever. Joan is his best friend, and he can tell them anything.

Well… almost.

The idea of telling them about the recent… abilities Thomas had come to acquire made his stomach squirm and his heartbeat quicken. He couldn’t quite explain why. Joan would probably be skeptical—even Thomas hadn’t believed it at first—but the powers were something he could prove, a voice that sounded an awful lot like Logan reminded him. He’d been proving his abilities to himself all week, after all. Maybe he knew there was a chance that Joan would freak out and never talk to him again. They wouldn’t do that. The thought sounds like Patton.

Even so, something whispers safer to not tell them in the back of his mind, and Thomas can’t help but believe it.

“I gotta go soon,” Joan says. They look at Thomas. “Should we end with Mind Meld or something?”

Thomas pushes his bangs out of his eyes. He smiles. “Yeah, let’s do it.” Thomas pauses, thinking of his first word. “Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“3. 2. 1. Giant,” Thomas chimes at the same time that Joan says, “Apple.”

Thomas laughs. “Giant and apple?” He makes a face. “I don’t even know where to go with that.”

Joan grins in amusement, then thinks. “Okay. I think I have one. Super and apple.”

Thomas stares at them in uncertainty before he gets an idea. “Okay. I do too. It’s kinda weird, though.”

“3. 2. 1. Honeycrisp,” Joan says at the same time Thomas spits out, “New York.”

“I was thinking like, a giant apple. New York?” Joan laughs. It makes Thomas laugh too.

“I was thinking like, ‘giant as in ‘big’ and then—”

“And then you went to Big Apple,” Joan finishes. “Okay. I kind of get that. Honeycrisp and New York. Uh.”

Thomas’s eyes widen as he frantically tries to think of some sort of connection before one occurs to him. “Okay! I think I got one. It’s… broad-ish?”

“Broadish?” Joan starts laughing again. “That’s very helpful.”

“Okay, like,” Thomas waves a hand. “Kinda broad.”

Joan furrows their brow before shrugging. “What the heck. 3. 2. 1.”

Thomas says ‘vendor’ and Joan says ‘food’. It takes another round before they both eventually end up saying ‘restaurant’. Thomas grins when they finally get there. He looks back at the camera.

“Took us a minute but we got there! Thanks for sticking around, guys. This was a lot of fun. Super glad we had the chance to do this.” He glances at the chat, laughing at all the reactions of people playing along. In the midst of the messages—some of them now transitioning to sweet goodbyes—he sees one that catches his eye.

oof after that ekko vid I could use a new reasons to smile

Something uncomfortable sits in Thomas’s chest, but he flashes a quick smile at the camera. “Love you all! Bye!”

He stops the livestream and closes his laptop. Joan sits back in their chair, the spark of amusement from the game of mind meld fades out of their eyes. He’s reminded suddenly of the solemn, uncomfortable look Joan had given him when he’d asked during the livestream about whatever the ‘Ekko video’ was about.

“I saw that message. I know what you’re thinking,” Joan chimes in quietly after a moment. “It’s… not something you really wanna watch, dude. Trust me.”

“Why?”

Joan sighs and reaches for their water bottle. “It’s just… this thing that freaked everyone out. I don’t know how to explain it, but Talyn had nightmares after they watched it.” They take a drink. “I think it’s just someone trying to get some attention. The best thing to do is probably not to give it to them, y’know?”

Thomas nods absently as Joan pushes back from the table and heads towards the kitchen. Talyn didn’t really spook easily. They played horror games for fun in the dark alone. Thomas had never really been that kind of person. But he can’t deny that he’s curious. A part of him does want to know, if only out of a morbid kind of curiosity of what could have that kind of impact on his friends. Even though Joan had talked about Talyn’s reaction, it was clear to Thomas that it had bothered them too.

Dishes clatter in the sink as Joan sets the water bottle they’d borrowed from Thomas amongst the plates and bowls that Thomas hadn’t gotten around to cleaning yet. Neither of them said anything, letting the whir of the AC unit fill the uncomfortable silence between them. Something about it had gotten under Joan’s skin. Something they weren’t telling Thomas.

Thomas opens his mouth to ask them about it when Joan interrupts him suddenly. “I don’t know, man. It was weird and it felt like a warning of some sort. Maybe that’s why Talyn and I both felt a little paranoid after we watched it.” Their dark eyes flicker up to Thomas as they turn from the sink to look at him through the cut out opening above the counter into the living room. “I just don’t really want to dwell on it.”

Thomas caves and nods. “Okay.”

“But if you want to do another Reasons to Smile, that might be fun. A few people in the chat were suggesting it. Maybe that’d be a good idea.” They cross back into the living room and grabs their jacket from the back of the chair.

“Sure,” Thomas says, still a little lost in his thoughts. What could be so bad about that video? “Yeah, I’ll reach out to Camden and the team and whoever is in town to see if they might wanna join in. Maybe I can get Lee or Mary Lee to join this time.”

“Cool.” Joan stops after they’ve pulled their jacket on. Thomas can feel their gaze on him. “You okay?”

Thomas blinks and shakes his head to clear it. “Yeah. Just worried,” he says honestly. He offers a faint smile. “You and Talyn don’t usually get freaked out easily.”

Joan gives him a look. “We have anxiety,” they deadpan teasingly. Thomas huffs a laugh, even though it does little to expel the tightness in his chest. Joan sighs softly. “Really, Thomas. We’re okay.”

Thomas nods again. “Okay.”

“I gotta run,” Joan says, sounding faintly apologetic. “I’m gonna be late for my lesson.”

Thomas gives them a smile that he hopes is reassuring. “Go. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Joan closes the door behind them.

…

Thomas slips his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and cranes his neck up towards the night sky. It’s  little late to be posting the Sunday Shout-Out video, but he liked the nighttime. The parking lot is empty except for his car, and even though he knows he ought to just go home given the hour, a part of him wants to stay out just a little longer.

Thomas sighs and jumps up on the trunk of his car and sits. He fold his hands behind his head and leans back against the windshield, looking up at the stars. Most of them are drowned out by the streetlights that illuminate the lot, but Thomas doesn’t mind. A cool breeze plays with the ends of his hair. It’s calming.

Thomas sighs and closes his eyes.

“I really ought to insist that you go home before too much longer, Thomas.”

The internet personality smiles faintly at the sound of his Logical Side’s voice. He cracks an eye open to find Logan standing beside the car, his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow cocked. Thomas’s lips curl up in a faint smile.

“I know, Logan.”

“If you know, then why do you appear to be falling asleep in the middle of an abandoned parking lot?”

Thomas sits up. “I wasn’t falling asleep.”

Logan hums, seemingly unconvinced. “All the same. Optimal rest is necessary for you to maintain a healthy lifestyle.”

“I know.” Thomas shakes his head a little, still smiling, and leans back again. “But this is nice.”

“This?” Thomas can hear the skepticism and confusion in Logan’s voice and tries not to laugh.

“Yes,” Thomas replies. He shifts over. “Take a seat. Try it out for yourself.”

There’s a brief pause, and Thomas isn’t sure whether or not Logan is going to take him up on the offer. Then Logan climbs up on the car, mirroring Thomas’s position beside him except for the folding his hands across his stomach rather than behind his head. Thomas smiles again. He’s a little surprised, although he supposes he shouldn’t be. Logan was the part of him that sought to learn, after all. And if Logan didn’t understand the appeal of something, he could usually be convinced to try it at least once.

“See?” Thomas says after a moment. “It’s nice.”

Logan doesn’t reply right away. “Perhaps.”

“The whole day was kind of nice, actually,” Thomas continues. He lets his eyes drift closed again. “It felt… normal.”

“Normal is a widely subjective term, Thomas.”

“Normal for me, I mean.” He takes in a deep breath of the night air. “Filming, livestreaming, hanging out with Joan. I think maybe I needed that. I needed a day to just be… normal again. Maybe not everything has to change, y’know?”

Logan doesn’t say anything. Thomas feels him shift beside him and he cracks an eye open. Logan is looking up at the sky. The streetlights reflect off the lens of his glasses. A short gust of wind tugs at the end of his stiped tie. There’s something in his expression that Thomas can’t quite read.

He doesn’t dwell on it. Thomas follows Logan’s gaze back up to the sky. “Do you remember,” Thomas asks, “when I was like, seven and wanted to be an astronaut?”

“Yes,” Logan replies. “I do remember that. It was an aspiration that lasted for nearly a full year.”

Thomas glances over at him. “Do you wish I still wanted that?”

Logan adjusts the frame of his glasses before folding his hands across his stomach again. “I don’t believe it’s that simple. I was more than content at your chosen field, Thomas, short-lived as your use of it may have been.”

“You’re talking about chemical engineering.”

“Indeed.” Logan is still looking up at the sky above them. “Although, such fields of study have many unexpected benefits. Perhaps it will prove useful yet.”

The corner of Thomas’s lips curls up in a faint smile. “Perhaps,” he says, echoing Logan from a moment ago. A comfortable silence settles between them. For all the times that Logan and Thomas had been at odds with each other, he’d never doubted that Logan was doing his best to look out for him, just like all of them always did. Most of the time, Thomas found Logan’s company a quiet kind of grounding. Calming. Tonight was no exception to that.

Thomas listens to the crickets and sound of distant car tires rolling on pavement for a long moment. His eyes drift shut again.

“You are getting tired,” Logan says softly, moments before Thomas was about to fall asleep. “I really must insist that you go home to ensure your safety.”

Thomas blinks his eyes open and sits up. He scrubs a hand across his eyes, bangs falling across his face in the process, and smiles tiredly at Logan as the Logical Side sits up beside him.

“You got it, Logan.” He pauses, the smile a little. “And… thanks.”

…