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QQ has me shaking in my boots ✊🏻👏🏻 but I’ve had a lingering question for the last few days; if the rest of the BTS members were in QQ, what districts would they be from? Love your work 🥺❤️

oh my god, okay here me out; an alternative Quarter Quell Fic were all past victors must play again and all the bts members are victors who come to play the quell but they somehow all become yandere over Y/n.....Lemme know if that’s something ya’ll would like to read. Anyway, here ya go;

(Btw I’m gonna base these profiles on the crackhead idea I stated up above, except I’m not going to do Jungkook and Tae bc they’re already in my Quarter Quell Fic and their games are being played right now so I don’t feel right doing profiles for them...it’ll deadass confuse me.)

BTS as Victors (Hunger Games AU)

Kim Seokjin- District One (Luxury)

Jin originates from district one, most would say that he figuratively hit the birth lottery by being from this district.

The first district is essentially the crown jewel of the capitol, it’s by far the most favored. The main job of district one is to provide the capitol with all luxury items, so most people make their money by creating jewelry and makeup. (Both of which are in extremely high demand in the capitol, so 1 is by far the most economically flourishing district.)

Jin never had to suffer food outages or abuse by peacekeepers because of 1′s good status with the capitol. To further his prosperity, Jin’s father was actually the mayor of district one.

Which makes Jins’ reaping all the more scandalous.

There was a rumor that Jin’s father expressed sympathy towards the damaged and less favored districts (11 and 12).So when Jin’s name was reaped, people suspected that the system was rigged and Jin’s name was going to get called out either way. Because after all, how would the capitol keep a loud-mouth mayor in check? By putting his son in the games, of course.

No one volunteered in fear of interfering with the capitol’s plans and getting in trouble.

However Seokjin fancied himself an actor and practically skipped to the stage with a big grin on his face, announcing his name proudly and even stating that it would be an honor to compete on behalf of his district.

His strategy was to get on the good side of both the audience and the gamemakers. Unlike other tributes who sometimes couldn’t help the look of terror they had, Jin made sure to constantly look happy and would even compliment the gamemakers in his interview by saying things like, “This game is going to be the best one in years, I could already tell.” “I caught a glimpse at the makers during my assessment and let me tell you...they’re not playing around this year.”

Because of this Jin wasn’t the target of any foul play or natural disasters bc the makers held no ill will towards him, if anything a lot of them actually wanted him to win.

He earned himself many fans and thus sponsors, mainly due to his good looks and partly due to his surprisingly goofy nature.

Jin was always sure to keep his attitude light. He constantly made jokes and did impressions in the arena, showcasting his humor bc the last thing he needed was to be painted as the bad guy. His number one rule was to always keep his fans satisfied. That kept him alive.

He stuck to the career alliance; teaming up with his district counterpart, two and the girl from four. He stuck with them because he knew he would need the numbers and the supplies. But a bit more than halfway through the games, when the careers took down all the main threats, Jin zipped up all the tents that his sleeping allies were in, took a good amount of supplies and set the camp on fire; effectively killing the career pact.

For two days after that he wandered alone but was having trouble with basic survival skills. Unlike more than half the tributes, Jin grew up in a city with no true sense of nature. He was struggling.

That’s when he came across a boy from 11 and a girl from 7. They both were rather weak and Jin offered them protection in exchange that they let him stay in their hideout with them. But when 11 and 7 were under attack, Jin fled and let them be killed.

Jin eventually had to go against the last tribute standing; a girl from 6. She was also frail and only lasted that long because of her hiding skills. Jin overpowered her and threw her off a mountain. Thus, he became victor.

He still is to this day one of the most popular victors and a really good mentor (although he mainly just advocates for having allies, using them, then killing them before they can kill you.)

because of his good looks, he is often sold off to elite women and men for a night with a handsome victor. Jin has no choice, it’s the only way he was able to make the president forgive his father. (Think of Finnick Odair).

Choice of weapon; spear, betrayal (all his allies will eventually end up killed by him)

Arena

Min Yoongi- District Six (Transportation)

District Six is responsible for all methods of transportation the capitol has. The hovercrafts, the high-speed trains and advanced cargo ships are all products of 6.

Citizens from six are heavily oppressed by the peacekeepers. Although not as poor as 11 or 12, they are one of the more rebellious districts. It’s also the largest district and the most unstable, lots of the population suffer from a morphling addiction which is party responsible for the citizen’s disobedience.

Yoongi came from a lower middle class background, raised by a single working mom who fell victim to the morphling epidemic. Needless to say she was very absent from his life.

Life at six is so bleak, when Yoongi’s name was reaped his first thought was ‘well, at least I won’t die in this shit hole.’

He was very numb due to shock so he appeared very aloof when he went up to the stage; a total contrast to his counterpart who was bawling her eyes out.

He managed to keep this stoic act up for the entirety of his time in the capitol, his thought process was that he never wanted to give the capitol the satisfaction of seeing him break.

He mainly enjoyed all the food and luxuries the capitol had to offer, thinking that he had no chance of winning and might as well enjoy his last days.

It wasn’t until his interview where even the host forgot his name that he realized that he might have a secret weapon under his belt; no one knew who he was, he was forgettable, someone who other tributes overlooked and even underestimated.

He went to his mentor with this revelation and was told to go the ‘Joanna Mason route’.

Ie; play weak and stupid until there’s only a few tributes left, then release your inner crazy and kill them all before they ever even saw you coming.

Yoongi figured it was better than nothing and decided this as his strategy.

Yoongi had no help of sponsors or allies, all he had was himself. But that’s the way he wanted it.

He hid for more than half the game, his small stature making it easy for him to hide into small nooks and crannies. He survived mainly on small plants, insects and any rainfall he was able to get.

It wasn’t until he witnessed someone die near one of his hideouts that he allowed his murderous side to snap.

It was a fight between a girl from 5 and a boy from 9. The girl had knives while the boy had an ax, the girl managed to get him in the throat and he fell over dead. After the girl searched his pockets for supplies, she turned around to stalk off, unaware Yoongi was only yards away.

Yoongi silently got out of his hideout, took the ax and ran up behind her before chopping her head off.

There was only four tributes left and Yoongi hunted them all down, tired with how long this game was taking and desperate to get home.

he managed to kill them all, the tributes being caught off guard bc of his excellent hiding skills

He became one of the youngest victors of all time, he was only 14.

As a mentor, he’s actually pretty absent.

Yoongi doesn’t like to get too close to the tributes because it becomes too emotionally crushing to eventually witness them die.

His general advice for them is to lay low and never draw any attention towards you, the factor of surprise is the ultimate weapon for those with patience.

Yoongi has never been the same since the games, he isn’t proud of it but he’s also become dependent on morphling; it’s the only thing that keeps his nightmares and depression away. (Like Haymitch, except Haymitch was dependent on alcohol and Yoongi is dependent on drugs)

He despises the capitol even more now, hating the fact that they made him a murderer and he was forced to play into the very game he promised to never have a part of.

He lives with that guilt everyday and doesn’t think he’s any better than the ruthless career kids he sees every year

He’s quite belligerent too. He is almost never given mentor interviews or screentime because he’s blown up one too many times that the hosts know to avoid him. (Think Joanna Mason and the one catching fire scene where she flips shit on national tv).

Weapons; hiding, ax

Arena

Kim Namjoon- District Three (Technology)

District three has some of the smartest tributes, and Namjoon was no different.

District Three is responsible for all the high-end technology the capitol has; the people may not be as strong as two or as flashy as one, but their intellect alone runs the capitol.

Kids from three are good at creating functional tools, codes, wires, ect. But sadly, these traits don’t translate well into the games given the clear advantage towards physical superiority over intellectual superiority.

Namjoon was determined to show the capitol how far a smart kid can go.

Like most tributes, Namjoon went into a little bit of a shock when his name was reaped.

He walked up, void of any emotion and avoided any eye contact with the district representative or the female counterpart.

When he was escorted into the room to say his goodbyes to his family is when he finally broke.

But his mother made him promise to do anything to get back home, she didn’t care how dirty he had to get she just wanted her boy to live

This encouragement/promise was enough to motivate him to become the last one standing, he didn’t care how gory he would have to get.

He utilized his mentor heavily, talking their ear off and asking countless questions. Soaking up any information/advice he could get, knowing it could very well be the difference between life and death.

His mentor advised him to choose the Beetee Latier strategy, telling Namjoon that if he just got his hands on some tools and put his mind to it he could be the most dangerous tribute in that arena.

During his training days Namjoon spent all his time in the rope stations, net stations and hook stations, knowing that his future plans would require him to be good with these skills.

During his interview, he hinted to the audience that he was very smart. He was careful to not make it obvious enough to make him a target of the careers but enough to raise the interests of the sponsors.

His personal score was also good, making the act of getting sponsors a little bit easier.

When the game began, he ran off from the blood bath but not too far. He stayed close enough to watch who left and with what supplies. With this knowledge, he began to track the people who had the tools he would need to play out his plan.

He would track these people very slyly, waiting until their guard was down to swipe their supplies.

With these supplies he would build traps and set them up for tributes to unknowingly walk into. His favorites were bear traps, snatching nets and digging up 8 ft deep holes then covering them up with debri for tributes to stumble into.

He managed to kill a decent amount of tributes before killing off what was left of the career pact.

However, Namjoon wasn’t able to avoid hand-to-hand combat forever.

When it came to the end, it was between a male tribute from 5, a girl from 2 and Namjoon himself. Both tributes had weapons while Namjoon didn’t.

He fought with them and got stabbed and sliced a good amount, but even with his fatal blood loss and fading consciousness, his brilliant mind came up with a plan.

He staggered over to one of his traps, making the tributes think he was just trying to run away when the truth was he was trying to lure them to their deaths.

They took the bait, got strung up into a net before being electrocuted to death.

The last words Namjoon heard before he blacked out was the head gamemaker announcing him victor.

Namjoon is now one of the greatest mentors of all time. Whenever it’s his turn to overlook the tributes of his home district the chances of 3 winning goes up 50%

He is very good at strategy and has even helped the gamemakers create certain arenas for future games.

namjoon teaches his students the importance of staying calm and sticking to a plan. “When kids are scared, starving and fighting for their lives they’re very easy to pick off. Utilize that.”

Weapons; stalking, traps

Arena

Jung Hoseok- District Eight (Textiles)

Hoseok was a victim of the reaping gamble. (The process in which kids will enter their names in the reaping bowl more times than required in exchange for food)

Hoseok is the oldest of four children, his mother died with the birth of the youngest child and his dad died years later due to poor health via the unlawful work conditions in the factories. (District Eight is responsible for all the clothes the capitol has, this means the vast majority of citizens work in factories. Eight is also very oppressed so peacekeepers beat citizens and hand out punishments often.)

Hoseok dropped out of school in order to help provide for his brothers and sister. He is the only one working and he refuses to let the second to oldest child drop out of school to help him. He just wants his siblings to get their education so hopefully they can end up with manager positions at the factories and wouldn’t have to suffer the awful conditions/abuse average factory workers go through.

Hoseok is used to putting his name in more times than needed. Of course it means his panic is through the roof when reaping comes but when the names are called and he’s not one of them, he walks away with a relieved heart and bags full of food for his siblings.

Hoseok depends on that food, because it saves him up to three weeks of salary and he can use that money to get his siblings some new clothes that they had to wait all year for. Along with some small gifts in order to make up for the birthday’s Hoseok wasn’t able to afford.

Since this was his last year of being eligible for the reaping, Hoseok made sure to add his name more than usual, hoping to get more food so he could spread out the money for even longer.

So in a way, when his name was called, he wasn’t completely surprised.

But he was heartbroken, realizing that in his effort to provide for his siblings he may have robbed them of yet another caretaker.

When it was time to say goodbye, he tried his hardest to be strong and promised them he’d come back.

On the train ride over to the capitol he was completely inconsolable, unable to sleep at the prospect of his siblings having to watch him die on national tv.

He went through the motions of the first days at the capitol, but it wasn’t until the training days begun that he was approached.

it was a girl from 10 and she was only 13 years old. She asked him if he had an ally and if he would be interested in working with her. Hoseok was about to say no when he fell silent, the girl reminded him so much of his younger sister that he couldn’t help but want to protect her.

They made an alliance.

And it was working rather well. Turned out the girl from 10 was very handy and knew how to keep her and Hoseok alive. The arena was a freezing arctic and she skinned polar bears in order to keep her and Hoseok warm, later cooking the meat for them to eat.

Most tributes that year died via freezing to death, very little fighting was done.

Not the career pact though.

They found Hoseok and the girl from 10, holding him down and forcing him to watch as they tortured her.

Eventually she died but he would never forget her screams for help.

This was enough to make Hoseok snap.

So he did.

Hoseok became a monster, broke free and killed the pact. There was only three (two boys, one girl), he stabbed one in the throat, strangled the other and tracked the fleeing girl down before holding her head under the freezing water till she drowned.

Hoseok won.

In a way he’s glad because now him and his family live on victor’s row and no longer have to worry about their next meal.

But his sanity will never be the same....

He is the kindest mentor, mainly because he knows that the majority of them won’t be coming back so he’s sure to be very nice and always offers to look out for their family when they eventually die.

Arena

Park Jimin- District Four (Fishing)

Jimin volunteered for the games, an act that was surprising to everyone and anyone in four.

It’s not that Jimin wasn’t strong, it was just that he didn’t seem like the type to hurt people and he was mainly just known as a really sweet local fisher boy.

People wondered how such an angel could even think of volunteering, much less actually win the games...

(Rumors even spread that he must’ve been suicidal or in serious debt, why else would he volunteer?)

But he strutted up confidently and announced his name, holding a certain benevolence that made him seem self-assured in his own ability.

Jimin was already acting like he won the games before he even got to the capitol.

He never really showed any anxiety or distress, he talked to the escort and mentors very casually....as if they were all old friends.

He also was extremely close to his designers/stylists, he allowed himself to get spoiled by the pampering and new clothes/makeup. (This also could’ve been part of his strategy. Most tributes could care less about their team but by Jimin becoming close to them, they most likely were more motivated to get him the best clothes, jewelry, makeup and overall helped him get more fans.)

Needless to say he became popular very quickly, he was by far the most attractive tribute and his laid back/flirty personality was infectious. For the first time ever a tribute’s concept was sex appeal, something that was unheard of for tributes to do because of their young age.

During his interview when asked about his strategy, Jimin just shrugged cutely and said “I’m a very lucky person, I doubt this will be all that hard.”

he buttered up the careers very nicely, they all basically just saw him as eye candy with lots of sponsors, not an actual threat.

Little did anyone know, Jimin was actually playing a very intelligent game that requires lots of manipulation.

His main objective was to stick with the careers until more than half the tributes were gone, then he would turn the careers against each other.

It would start off really slow and deliberate; going to one career and saying “This isn’t any of my business, but I heard (blank) talking in their sleep about offing you.” Or going to another and saying, “Don’t you think it’s weird how (blank) is acting? Maybe they’re thinking about killing us and winning this thing for themselves.”

He creates chaos and distrust and watches as they slowly turn against each other.

Eventually the careers would begin to kill each other, the alliance crumbling all thanks to Jimin.

Jimin would wait until only him and another career remained. At this point the career would realize that it was Jimin who destroyed the alliance...but it would be too late.

It was a girl career and although she was strong, she was no match for Jimin who dragged her to the swamp and held her head under water until the cannon sounded.

He would then kill the remaining two tributes, a piece of cake since he only kept the careers around to off the bigger threats, only weak kids remained.

Wins the game and becomes one of the most popular victors of all time. (Although it’s still a mystery as to why he volunteered, a lingering question Jimin has always refused to answer.)

Because of him a new strategy in the games was born; The Jimin game (ie; get in an alliance, use the alliance for supplies/food/protection, then when all the big tributes are gone plant a seed of deception into the allies so they all turn against each other)

Also because of him tributes began selling a more sexier side of themselves. (Esp tributes from four bc Jimin mentors them into it so that they can get more sponsors)

Jimin also frequents the capitol often, being an A-list celebrity and receiving special treatment whenever he comes around. Unlike Yoongi, Jimin fully embraced his role and is always ready to give out interviews or guest on shows.

he also sells himself to elite capitol women, not because he was forced to but because he enjoys the sex and gifts that come with it (sugar baby)

Although there is one catch to sleeping with the infamous Park Jimin.....you have to tell him a secret worth his while.

What he’s planning to do with these secrets....no one knows.

Arena

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Request: Your writing is amazing!!! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker where the reader is his best friend & is secretly in love with him (and also has powers & is a hero)? But then she sees him with MJ & her heart breaks & she suddenly distances herself from Peter, MJ, & Ned & nobody knows why? Then maybe the reader gets badly injured because she has a breakcown & lost control off her powers and hurt herself real bad? Then Peter realizes he loves the reader and can't bear to lose her?? Thanks!!!

Requested By: @canyouevencauseicant

Post Date: 7-13-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 6K

A/N: Hi! Sorry I’m a little behind on a few requests! Hope you like this and it’s what you wanted! I kind of got carried away a little... 😂

- Ria

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You pushed the grapes on your tray around with your fingers as you slumped into your hand, staring at the one person who could make you forget the world around you. Peter Parker. That is until Ned makes you look away.

“Ow! Ned what the hell?!” You screeched as your head smacked against the table under you after Ned pushed your arm away. Ned just smirked as he bit into his burger.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for 5 minutes and you have just been staring off in space. What are you even looking at?” He asked as you blushed. You hadn’t meant to be staring for so long.

“Just thinking about the science project.” You lied, finally shoving your grapes into your mouth as you face him. “What were you talking about?”

Ned began his speech again as you tried not to space out again, casually taking glances towards Peter, who was speaking to a teacher, every time Ned wasn’t looking. “... so how does that sound?” He finished as you blinked, realizing you weren’t listening once again.

“That sounds great Ned.” He raised his brow at you, causing you to sigh at being caught. “Ok, I wasn’t listening. Again.”

“Is it the team?”

You groaned at Neds guess, knowing it wasn’t the team, but instead someone on the team. “Something like that.” You grumbled avoiding his eyes as you focused on your food. Ned shrugged it off as he ate as well, keeping his eyes on you as Peter came over.

“Hey Y/N! Did Ned talk to you about tomorrow?” He said as he sat down across from you. You gave Ned a questioning look as he nodded, finally figuring out he was trying to.

“He tried to but I wasn’t making it easy.” Peter looked between you and Ned as you looked at your food, Ned shrugging once again as their eyes met.

“Ok. Well, we were gonna watch Star Wars at my place and wanted to know if you were coming or not.” He explained as you chuckled.

“Come on, Pete. You guys are my best friends, you know I never miss Star Wars nights.” He smiled at your comment and your heart skipped a beat at the warmth coming off of him. How can someone be so perfect! You returned the gesture before coming up with an idea. “Why don’t we just watch it at the tower?”

Ned grew more excited next to you as Peter and you shared an amused glance. “Do you think Mr. Stark would let us?” Peter questioned, growing concerned as you guffawed.

“The only time Tony can tell me what to do, is when he’s speaking through the earpiece and I’m on a mission. Other than that, I’m 17, if I want friends at my house, then I can have friends over.” You challenged as you stood up to throw away your garbage. Peter watched you leave, the smile fading on his lips as you called the tower your home. He knew you had problems at your house and was living in the room Tony had done for you for years now. He knew your parents hated your powers, hated how you could produce fire and create and control explosions. They always thought you would harm them or your sister or something, but that would only happen in extreme cases, a case you hadn’t fully reached yet. Peter furrowed his brows as he tried to think of the last time you had actually went home to see your family. It must have been around 6-7 months ago. “So, What do you say? Tower?” You take your seat across from Peter with a smile on your face. Peter’s thoughts left his head as he looked at how happy you were, you were never this happy when you were living with them.

“Sure.” He nodded and chuckled a little. “I’ll tell MJ we’re going to the tower instead.” Your smile faltered a little at his words, having seen Peter stare relentlessly at the girl and you couldn’t help but be jealous.

“Oh, MJ’s coming too?” You bit your lip and hoped the boys didn’t see the disappointment in your words. It’s not that you didn’t like the girl, she was your closest girl friend and right after Peter she and Ned were tied for your 2nd best friend. She knew you were in the avengers, having found out a few weeks after Tony let you come to Midtown, but she didn’t know about Peter being Spider-Man. At this point it was only Ned and May who knew outside of the team. Peter nodded at your question, luckily not catching on to your shift in voice.

You glanced up to see MJ heading over to you all before grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as she reached the table, arms crossed as you stand up to leave. “I forgot I needed to go to the library for a book for the AP History project. I’ll see you three around right?” You gave MJ a smile as she sat next to Peter, who just looked confused now.

“What project? We didn’t have a project in that class!” He yelled as he grabbed his bag, well intending to follow you to learn about this so called project. Your eyes widened as you stammered out a fix to your mistake.

“S-Sorry, Not-t History, I meant uh, Science. Yeah Science. I should go before lunch is over.” You quickly turned and left before Peter could say anything, watching as you disappeared from the cafeteria.

“She’s acting weird right?” Peter huffed as sat back down next to MJ, who put her hand on his arm.

“Maybe, but then again it was an important project and I’m sure Y/N is just stressed about it. Also about the History test.” Peters eyes nearly tripled as MJ stifled a laugh, Ned’s eyes rolling as Peter tried to grab his back again but MJ just blocked him from standing up. “Dude. Chill. I’m just messing with you.” She laughed as Peter blushed as he looked at the girl.

You had left a folder on the table during lunch, getting halfway to the library before realizing and turning back, only to see MJ and Peter laughing and Peter’s eyes remained locked onto her. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach. You were in love with your best friend and all you wanted was him to love you as well. But he wouldn’t because he was already in love with someone else. You blinked away tears as you decided to leave your folder, hoping Pete would just bring it to the tower later for you.

The rest of the school day went by faster as you stopped paying attention, choosing instead to focus on drawing. You found out when you were much younger every once in a while you needed something to do to calm your powers and when you discovered you could draw pretty decently, you wanted to do more. Now it was probably one of the main things you do and you loved it, always choosing to draw the people or the scene around you. Your favorite person to draw was Peter, you loved the way his curly chocolate locks framed his face or his nose would scrunch up when he was studying or laughing. But you especially loved to draw his brown eyes, always being sure to give them extra attention. He loved when you would draw him, always saying you looked cute as you would focus on the picture instead of anything else. You could feel the redness creeping up on your face every time he called you cute but you knew he didn’t mean it in the way you wanted him to, just saying it as your best friend.

You found yourself back in your room at the tower, surrounded by scattered charcoal drawings and sketchbooks filled to the brim with pictures of Peter, Tony, Ned, MJ, and a few others of the team. You hadn’t realized what time it was as you finished your latest page of Tony, flying in his Iron Man suit with the big blocked letters of his name at the top. You prided yourself in your work before the man himself was knocking on your door.

“I know you were probably to wrapped in your drawings to hear FRIDAY tell you diner was ready so I was sent in to get you. Let’s eat.” He smirked as you mumbled an apology, instantly throwing your stuff down as you hop off the bed. Tony had somehow gotten closer to the bed before you had realized it and picked up one of your favorite drawings. It was one of Peter after he fell asleep in your room, you were playing a card game as you tried to ignore the homework you were given before you both nodded off. You had woken up a little earlier than him, choosing instead of waking him up to just draw him.

You were still staring at the picture in front of you as Tony snapped in your face, trying to get your attention as you blinked yourself back into reality.

“When are you just gonna tell the kid Y/N?” He sighed as he dropped the paper onto the bed. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head as Tony smirked at you again. “Just tell Parker you’re in love with him already.” Your jaw dropped as he left your room, using his arm to beckon you to follow as you did, without saying anything. You sat through dinner in silence, choosing not to look up at anyone as they rambled on and ate their pizza. You had only eaten one slice before deciding you had enough, excusing yourself before heading back to your room. You pushed all your stuff to the end of your bed, careful not to ruin any of the pictures but not in the mood to clean up completely, before falling face first into the pillow underneath you. You drifted off to sleep before the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand next to you woke you up completely. You groaned as you slapped your hand onto the device, trying to turn off your alarm before realizing it was 1 in the morning. You groaned against the brightness of the screen, glaring into your face before you could even turn it down, and you saw a text from Peter.

Peter: Hey. u up?

You shook your head as you replied.

Y/N: I am now. :P What’s up?

Peter: sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Just wondering if I could come over?

Peter hardly ever had to ask if he could come over, always swinging in and tapping your window.

Y/N: come on over Sticky boy

Peter: I’ve told you not to call me that :)

You laughed as you tossed your phone to the side, cleaning up your papers a little before opening your window so Peter could just swing in.

“I brought pizza. Mr. Stark said you hadn’t eaten much so I thought I’d bring you some.” He said as he landed on your floor. You gave him a smile and thanked him before you jumped onto your bed. Peter just stayed in your window, staring at you before you gave him an amused glance.

“You just gonna stand there and make he eat this whole pizza by myself or are you gonna join me?” He let out a shaky breath, confusing you more as he joined you on the bed, pulling the pizza box onto both of your laps as you ate in silence for a little while. “So what’s up? Why’d you text instead of just coming over?”

You fiddled with your fingers and avoided his eyes, to unsure of what he was going to say.

“I don’t know. Just needed to talk or something. You were the first person I thought off.” His voice was quiet and you grabbed his hand, ignoring the way your stomach did flips as his eyes met you. He thought of you first? You rested your head on his shoulder as his head fell onto yours, both of you closing your eyes as you listened to the sounds of your breathings filling the room.

“How was your patrol tonight?” You whispered as he shrugged underneath you. “Pete, what’s going on with you?” He froze as you sat up, turning to face him as he squeezed your hand.

“I’m just glad you’re my friend.” He said smiling as your heart dropped, but you didn’t show it, only smiling and nodding your head.

“Forever and Always Sticky Boy.” He laughed as you marveled in the sound, loving each second of it before you both fall into a silence once again. “You staying here tonight or heading back to your apartment later?” You asked as he yawned. He frowned as he looked down at your phone quickly noticing you both have been sitting here for a little over a hour.

“I have got to get back, May said I couldn’t stay at the tower on school nights after last time.” He mumbled as you pushed your face in your hands. You knew exactly what he was talking about. One night after Patrol, much like tonight, Peter had came into your room and you spent all night playing games and eating junk food. The next morning Tony came into your room to see you with your head on Peter’s chest and his arms wrapped around you, both of you 2 hours late to school. Tony found it hilarious and took a picture before kicking you both awake, throughly embarrassing both of you. Now, Peter hadn’t made any move to leave before you tried to push him out of your bed, both of you hushing your now loud laughs for the sake of the other avengers.

“Night Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Pete.” You whispered as Peter swung out of your window, watching as his figure flew against the night sky.

You woke up to Tony voice echoing through your room as you shove a pillow over your ear. “Come on Y/N. Hate to do this on a school day but we got a news of someone in Brooklyn and it’s our speed. Everyone else is gone and I need you now.” You heard the urgency in his voice as you jumped out of bed, slipping into your suit as you made your way to Brooklyn.

When you finally got there you scanned your surroundings until you saw Tony, finishing up with the bad guy as you sauntered over.

“So what? Now we’re just calling me down here for fun?” You joked as you looked down at the kneeling Bad Guy who didn’t even look all that taken down.

“You’re flame.” He spoke as you furrowed your brows.

“Yeah. Why?” You tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as he stared at you.

“He had similar powers to you.” Tony whispered as the confusion never left you.

“How do you control them?”

“W-What?”

How do you control them?” He repeated as his eyes started to turn red, just like how yours turn orange. Tony took a step back as the man stood up towering over you as you took a fighting stance.

“By keeping my head. I take it you don’t control them?” He shook his head as fire began to circulate his hands, you soon copying his actions as you tell him to stand down. Tony’s mask flew back on his face as he watched the scene in front of him.

“I’m sorry...” the man whispered before fire erupted around him and within a second you had your hands out, taking in the fire he’s producing until you were both on the ground.

“Y/N! Are you ok?!” Tony yelled as you got up, looking at the passed out man a few feet away from you. You’d never met anyone with the same powers as you, some come close but his was the exact same and it felt... unstable as the explosion entered into your system.

“Yeah. I-I’m fine.” You huffed, hoping he’d believe you. His lips fell into a tight line as he checked you over, deciding you were ok. “I have to get to school. Even though I’m going to be late again. You got this covered Stark?” You nodded towards the man and pulled out your phone, scrolling through all the text messages from Peter as you told him you’d be late. Tony nodded as he patted your back, telling you to get to school.

You stopped at the tower to take a quick shower and grab your bag. It was lunch when you finally arrived, searching through the sea of students for Peter’s mop of a hair. You finally found it before your face fell at the figure next to him. MJ. She was sitting next to him as she laughed, slightly leaning into him as he threw his head back as he laughed as well. You watched as their eyes met, laughing slowly starting to stop as a smile landed on both of their faces. You felt hot. Heat rising from your hands up to your face as your breathing started to increase. ‘What the hell is happening?’ You thought as you rushed off to the bathroom. No one was in there luckily and you locked it, not allowing anyone else in as you turned on the sink, fingers hitting the cool of metal in the faucet and immediately noticing the difference in temperature. You gripped the edge of the sink, closing your eyes as images of MJ and Peter filled your mind. The burning smell had pulled you out of your trance, opening your eyes to your reflection in the mirror. An orange hue filling the area in your eyes. A gasp leaves your lips as you release the sink, seeing your shaking hands red from the heat it had produced.

“Control It. Control it Y/N.” You seethed as you clasped your eyes closed once again, letting the jealousy out of your mind as you step back leaning against the wall. You pulled out your phone, shooting Peter a text saying you couldn’t make it to school today before sneaking out of the bathroom, hoping to avoid your friends before you could leave. Unfortunately you made the mistake of heading down the hallway with your locker, seeing MJ and Peter chatting as he pushed a strand of hair from her face, her giving him an awkward smile before looking down at the ground. Peter just smiled before looking down the hallway towards you, but you were already gone, hurrying down the steps of the school and down the streets until you hit an alleyway. You fell against the stone wall as you held your shaking wrist, trying your hardest not lose control again.

Your phone buzzed as you realized Peter was calling you. You swiped on the screen before pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” You started as you took a few deep breaths.

“Hey! I thought you were coming, what happened?” He asked as you heard Ned laugh on the other side of the phone.

You stood up as you headed back to the tower, taking your time as you talked to Peter.

“Yeah, I uh wasn’t feeling so hot after this morning so I took a day off.” You could hear him mumble something to Ned and MJ, probably telling them what you said before the ringing of the bell sounded throughout the phone.

“Hey I’ll talk to you later alright? Or see you tonight if I don’t.” He sounded rushed as you heard scuffing from his end.

“Ok. I’ll talk to you-“ you began before the ending tone echoed in your ear. “...Later.” You finished before shoving the device into your pocket. When you got back to tower you ignored everyone as you made your way up to your room, laying on your bed as Tony knocked on the door a few hours later.

“So, how was school?” He smirked as you groaned. You gave him a fake smile before falling back onto the bed.

“Oh it was great.”

“Did you actually get there or go somewhere else?” You sat back up as you leaned against the headboard.

You fiddled with your fingers as you avoided his eyes, not really in the mood to talk. He sighed before turning around to leave, finally remembering why he was here. “The kid’s here with your friends.”

You nodded your head, going into the bathroom to make yourself more presentable as you looked down at your hands. They weren’t shaking anymore but they were still hot, hotter than you would’ve liked. After running your hands under the water then through your hair you headed into the living room, seeing your friends arguing over which movie to watch first. You rolled your eyes as you laughed, Peter immediately hearing the sound and head perking up to face you.

“Hey! Come over here and help us pick out a movie!” He yelled as he smiled at you. You shook your head before nodding over to the kitchen.

“I’m just gonna get some food. What do you guys want?” You looked between them as they all shrugged.

Peter was the one who ended up answering your question. “Pizza!”

You scoff as you playfully rolled your eyes. “We had that that last night Peter, you’re getting something else.” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen, oblivious to the looks Peter had gotten as they watched you leave. You scanned through the fridge looking for anything before finding giving up, pulling out your phone to order pizza. “Ok, Parker. You win. I ordered Pizza.” You said as you plopped down next to him on the couch, his cheeks were still red as you glanced between them. “What did I miss?”

Ned and MJ just shrugged as the movie started. When the pizza arrived you got it and made your way back up. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator you noticed MJ had switched seats with Ned, sitting on the other side of the couch from you on Peter’s other side. You put the pizza on the table in front of you all and grabbed a slice before sitting back on the couch. As the movie progressed, you found yourself falling asleep, accidentally lying on Peter’s shoulder. You woke up to MJ’s laughs as you rubbed your eyes, realizing Peter and MJ were the only two awake when Ned stirred awake soon after. It was around midnight when MJ and Ned headed home, Happy giving them rides as Peter stayed behind to help clean up.

“I grabbed the work you missed today, but I kind of left it at home. Sorry.” You gave him a tired smile as you waved your hand, telling him it was alright. When the cleaning was all done he pulled you in for a hug, lasting a few seconds longer than normal before he pulled away. “Night Y/N.”

“Goodnight Peter.” You said as you took in your typical nighttime routine, Peter always being the last person you talk to before you both go to bed. But lately it just seems different, you believed Peter loved MJ and of they did get to together then soon you weren’t going to be the last person he said goodnight to. As Peter left the tower, the normal way, you couldn’t help the thoughts of him and MJ intruding your brain once again and soon your hands were shaking again. This time you weren’t burning up, so you decided to just head to bed and figure out everything in the morning.

You woke up being dosed with water as FRIDAY tried to wake you up. Tony storming in a few seconds later as you were standing on your bed, completely soaked as you wiped your hair out of your face.

“What happened?!” Tony yelled as FRIDAY stopped the water. You glared at the man as you crossed your arms.

“You tell me! One moment I was asleep and the next I’m soaking wet!” He could sense the annoyance in your voice as both of your eyes fell onto the mattress underneath you. It was burnt, really burnt. It didn’t even look like a mattress anymore. You looked at your hands, something that you seem to be doing way to much lately. “Tony...”

Tony didn’t know what to say. “When was the last time you’ve done that?” He whispered as he helped you off your bed. You shook your head, mouth falling open and closed as you tried to come up with an answer.

“A while ago.” You knew when it was. It was right after your parents kicked you out years ago. The first night you spent living outside before Tony found you a week later. Tony didn’t know this. He didn’t know that you had gotten to mad, so out of control that you almost killed a few people sleeping around you. That was when you knew you needed to be in control, but now you were so lost on why you were losing control so easily. “I have to go.” You said as you grabbed your phone and sweatshirt, thankful you hadn’t changed after last night. Tony tried to stop you but you were to determined and told him to just let you go. But he finally stopped in his tracks when you said you we’re going to see your parents before dashing down the street and into the early morning.

Peter decided to stop by the tower first thing in the morning, wanting to see if you wanted to hang out, but when he saw the burnt up bed through your window he knew something was wrong. He found Tony in his lab, not even caring about interrupting something as he begun to bombard him with questions.

“Mr. Stark! Where’s Y/N? She wasn’t answering my texts. And why was her bed all burned up? Did something happen? Is she okay?” He blurted as Tony turned to face him, Tony gave him a sad smile as he stopped talking.

“She just needed some time. There was an accident this morning and she said she was going to her parents house.” Tony explained as Peter’s stomach dropped. You were his best friend, you would’ve told him if you were going to see your parents, right? “But I went there and she wasn’t there. I tried tracking her phone but she ditched it.” Tony couldn’t say anymore before Peter was swinging through the streets, looking for you, only to see you sitting on a park bench.

“Y/N! What happened? Mr. Stark said there was an accident and you went to your parents house? Are you ok?” You stopped his ramblings when you nodded your head, not saying anything other than an I’m fine and it was nothing. The cool crisp air brushed against your heated cheeks and hands, still engulfed in red from this morning.

“I just want to be left alone for a little while Pete. C-could you do that for me?” Your frail voice made Peter frown, not wanting to leave you here distraught, but against his better judgment he did.

The next few days you avoided any calls from Peter, Ned, and MJ only texting in needed occasions. Peter was worried and constantly visiting the tower to make sure you were ok but you were hardly ever there, choosing to spend your time outside where you could try and keep your temperature down. Your friends had no clue what was going on. No one had any idea about your problems because you didn’t tell anyone, choosing not to let others deal with your problems. Unfortunately, Peter dropped by today and you just happened to be in the training room, working on your punches.

Peter tapped your shoulder, getting your attention before you spun around to try and punch him, not knowing it was him.

“Where have you been Y/N? You haven’t gone to school in a few days and you aren’t answering anyone’s calls or anything? A-Are you okay?” He released your fist as they fell to your side. You rolled your eyes, heading over to get some water as he followed behind.

“I’m fine Pete, just a little tired lately.” You lied as you downed your water. You headed back over to the punching bag as you resumed your workout, only for Peter to stand between you and the bag. “Come on, Peter. I have to train and you have to move.”

He sighed as his hands fell onto your shoulder, stopping you from pulling away and you tried your hardest not to fall into his welcoming embrace.

“Y/N, whats really going on? I’ve been talking with Ned and MJ and we know when something’s bothering you. I know when you’re lying Y/N, you’re my best friend!” His voice echoed in the room and you knew you were losing control. You turned around, back facing him as you drank your water trying to drown the screams in your head but it was no point.

You opened your eyes as they started to glow a recognizable orange. You turned to face Peter and his eyes widened, realizing your powers were coming out to play.

“Maybe I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore!” You yelled, completely losing control as fire had started to circulate your hands. Peter looked down seeing the fire in your hands then looking up to the fire in your eyes, your orange hue was clear in your eyes but there was more, an unrecognizable red was shining through as it moved about the orange sea.

“Y/N?” Peter whispered before you cut him off.

“Maybe I don’t want to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else when I’m right here! M-Maybe... M-Maybe... M-M-May....”

Peter know something was wrong, your heart nearly tripled the rate as your breathing deepened, eyes clasped shut as grabbed onto his arm the fire on your hands slightly burning him but he held you up before you pushed him away.

“Peter, stay back! I’m not- this isn’t me! I’m not in control anymore!” He hated how desperate you sounded as you fell to your knees, hands resting on the floor as you yell to Peter to stand back. He didn’t want to but he stepped away, calling Tony to get down here as his eyes never left you. Your groans stopped as the fire around your hands became more intense, alerting you as to what’s gonna happen. You were going to make an explosion. You saw Peter, barely out of the way and you knew you couldn’t let this explosion happen. As soon as the fire began to spread from your hands into the air around you, you closed your eyes, sucking the energy back into your chest as Peter watched astounded. Soon your screams pierced his ears, putting his hands up to block his eyes from the light of the scene blinding him until he heard a thud.

You felt a weight on your hand as you tried to pry your eyes open, only to close them from the bright light shining through. You groaned as your hand pressed into your eyes, trying to figure out what’s happening.

“Y/N?” Someone whispered as you opened your eyes, blinking as you adjusted. Peter was sitting next to you, hand clasping yours as if he would let go he’d lose you. You were to busy staring at his eyes before you realized you were no longer in the training room.

“Pete? Where... where are we?” You asked, voice weirdly hoarse as if you hadn’t used it in a few days. Peter sunk into his chair as he squeezed your hand, making you even more confused. “Peter?”

“We’re in the hospital wing. You- You had an accident.” You sucked in a breath as you began to remember the previous events, losing control of your powers, taking in your own energy explosion, telling Peter you wanted to be more than best friends. Your wide eyes met his before his eyes started to get glossy. “I thought I lost you, Y/N... you’ve been here for a week. I thought you-“ he stopped as you joined him in his sobs, pulling him into you as you threw your arms around his neck, his wrapped tightly around your waist as you both buried your faces in each other’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I’m so-so s-sorry.” You cried as Peter shook his head. He pulled back as you saw the bags under his eyes and the red puffiness surrounding it. You were in control of your powers now, but you couldn’t control the flow of emotions coming out of your mouth right now. “Peter, I’m in love with you. I know that you like MJ and that you’re my best friend, but I’m lying to myself and you everyday I go out there and pretend you’re just my best friend. I-I’m sorry that I feel like this but-“

You were cut off by Peter’s lips on your chapped ones, quite surprised before you were realizing what was happening and kissing back. The butterflies in your stomach returned, and this time you didn’t bother pushing them away, instead using them to deepen the kiss you’re sharing. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his as you pulled your lip in between your teeth, missing the feeling of his lips on yours as your eyes fell closed.

“I’m in love with you too. I don’t like MJ like that, I like you like that. It just took you almost dying for me to admit it.” He flushed at his reveal, unable to look at you as your brows pinched together.

“But I thought... I mean I always see you guys together and you’re both l-laughing and you looked happy.”

He chuckled as he met your eyes, one of his hands cupping your cheek as the other stroked the back of your own.

“We were probably talking about you.” Your jaw dropped as he shook his head, wanting to go on before you could say more as he rubbed the back of his neck. “A while ago I started to get these feelings for you, around the time we woke up in each other’s arms. I thought it was just some crush you know that someone could get on their best friend. MJ kind of caught on to it after a while and was trying to convince me to say something, but I was convinced that you weren’t seeing me as anything other than your best friend. But then lately it seemed you could. I started telling her that and she was trying to help me ask you out. That’s why I was always laughing with her, she was just trying to help boost my confidence. It wasn’t until that night, when I saw you go down and not get back up that the thought of losing you tore me apart. I... I didn’t get much sleep. Mr. Stark tried to get me to leave here, but I didn’t. I couldn’t believe it took me losing you to realize I was in love with you.” His words died out as you wiped away his tears, him returning the favor.

You pulled his chin up to your face as you pressed a his lips against yours one more time, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you let out a slight moan before he pulled away. “I thought I lost you. I’m not ever letting you go again.”

You smiled as you pulled him onto the hospital bed next to you, facing him next to you as he put an arm around your waist, resting it on top of your side as you push yourself into him. “I’m here Pete. Forever and always.”

He kissed the top of your head as you fell into some much needed sleep. Peter mumbled against your head as you smiled, finally feeling in control again.

“Forever and always, Y/N.”

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I’m Yours

Summary: Audrey has recently taken up stealing and wearing Jay's clothes. One would think that this would drive him insane. Interestingly, it has been driving him insane in a completely different way. Jaudrey or Jay x Audrey.

Jay ascended the tree just outside of his girlfriend’s window.

It was his tradition, something that he had done since her grandmother had found out about them and Audrey had stood up for herself so bravely in front of everyone at the mall. He did it every evening after her school, and every weekend morning.

He knew that she never expected the exact time that he came. He purposefully kept it that way, so she’d always be at least a little surprised.

But this time, she most certainly wasn’t the one that was surprised.

Jay climbed through the window of Audrey’s room at her castle in Auroria, landing effortlessly on the floor with a slight thump. However, when he raised his gaze from his task of entering, his eyes went wide as he took in the sight of his absolutely gorgeous girlfriend lounged on her bed. She was wearing some of her favorite leggings, a pair of socks, and a big, baggy hoodie that seemed to swallow her smaller form. But the fact it was a big hoodie wasn’t the captivating part.

It was one of his hoodies.

He stepped forward, his eyes wide and his jaw slackened, and the floor creaked noisily, drawing her attention from her phone to him quickly. Audrey’s face immediately lit up in a delighted smile, and she got up to meet him.

“Hey, Jay! I didn’t hear you come in. I was browsing through the latest gossip columns of Auradon,” Audrey carefreely explained herself and she sidled up to him, her intoxicatingly alluring scent tantalizing him as she pointed to a particular post that had interested her. “Read this. I think it perfectly explains why she acts like she does. Well, you know, besides the obvious fact that she has one of those resting witch faces and voices anyway.”

However, despite her request for his attention, Jay’s eyes had never removed themselves from his hoodie. Audrey glanced up at him, ready to gauge his reaction to what she was showing him. However, when she saw that he wasn’t even paying any attention to what she was holding before him, Audrey grew somewhat irritated, raising an eyebrow as she stared at her boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Jay pointed out bluntly, gazing at her unashamedly.

“Well, yeah. Is there a problem?” she questioned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, meeting his eyes with some confusion. He turned to face her, looking her up and down.

He just stood there staring at her, and she tilted her head, trying to understand what was going on with him.

Jay hesitantly reached out to her, and she stepped forward into his grip. He ran his hands down her back and moved them so that they were finally resting on her sides. She raised an eyebrow, not exactly understanding the fascination but doubtlessly enjoying the attention it garnered her despite the fact that it wasn’t in the area she had originally wanted.

He slightly fisted her sides, feeling the excessive bagginess that was currently engulfing her body as he toyed with it in his hands.

“Jay?” Audrey questioned curiously, and Jay slowly brought his dark gaze to her own. She felt a little surprised at the flame that was simmering behind his eyes, but she couldn’t help but feel it bring a bit of fire to her own body. She took in a breath, her pink lips parting just a bit as she started to speak.

“What’re you doing?” Audrey finally asked, and Jay leaned in, brushing his nose against hers and Audrey’s breaths deepened as she took in his sudden closeness to her.

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Jay told her simply, and Audrey was more confused than when he said it before, but it could be attributed to her dazedness as a result of his proximity.

“Yeah… I guess I am,” Audrey replied just barely under her breath, looking between his mouth and his eyes as she was somewhere between kissing him and stopping to figure out why he was so fascinated with her and the hoodie.

After staring at her for the longest time, feeling her body underneath the hoodie, he finally pulled back from her, breaking the spell. Audrey cleared her throat, looking down somewhat strangely. She was honestly not sure what had just been running through his head, but it nevertheless hit her like a wave.

“So… Um… Gossip column?” Jay somewhat awkwardly redirected, but his eyes were still glued to her as he couldn’t even begin to rip his gaze away. Audrey swallowed hard.

“Yeah, yeah. Umm…. Sarah White,” she told him, showing him the phone screen.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. This was positively ridiculous. After all, she had stolen his clothes. And they call him the thief in this relationship.

Nevertheless, he decided that he was going to let it go. After all, he was feeling much better now that he had forced himself to get a grip.

But he wasn’t sure he was fully over it yet if the fact that he couldn’t stop staring at her was anything to go by.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

If the incident the other day with the hoodie wasn’t embarrassing enough for Jay and his attempts at suavely making a romantic entrance, Audrey was now proudly sporting one of his beanies around the school. First his hoodie and now his beanie. This was starting to become rather insane.

But the true crazy part was that Jay wasn’t really sure if he wanted his clothes back or if he wanted to give her all of his clothes and ask Audrey to do a fashion show or something.

He approached her and he suddenly realized that she was surrounded by a group of boys gathered around her. He could easily see that she was highly uncomfortable if her strained laughs and stiff posture were anything to go by, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of jealousy and protectiveness that was taking over his body by storm. His gaze hardened and he started toward the gathering, his jaw set firmly.

That was his girl and nobody took his girl or even dared to think that they were going to. Moreover, nobody should ever make her feel uncomfortable or push any unwanted advances on her like one of those ridiculous morons was doing as he stepped nearer to her.

As Jay headed over to the scene, he noticed that the closer he got to her, the better he could see the wear on the edges of the beanie as it fully confirmed itself to be his. Something fluttered in his stomach and chest, and a large longing welled inside of him as he unashamedly gaped at his girl in his hat looking so terribly cute.

Also, something about the way that it threatened to droop off of her head was overwhelmingly attractive for a reason unknown to the poor guy.

As soon as the boys facing him happened to look up, they all got a very worried look on their faces as they just stared at Jay. He offered a smirk and narrowed eyes in return as he approached Audrey, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulled her into his side. Audrey jumped a bit at the sudden touch that was certainly in the areas that was strictly reserved for Jay alone, but when she realized it was the boy in question, she immediately loosened up in favor of leaning against him heavily.

“Hi,” Audrey grinned, her gorgeous dark eyes searching his face, and he noticed a great deal of gratitude and relief as she gazed at his lips. He decided he’d give the boys a little show just so they could see just how much that his girlfriend belonged to him.

Jay only gave her a second of warning that came in his sudden smug expression, before pulling her to him and locking his lips with her own firmly. Audrey squeaked a bit, but she quickly returned it, although not quite as emphatically as Jay because people were actually watching them so closely.

Jay pulled away after a moment, looking at the boys as he boldly challenged them to just try to take Audrey away from him. Audrey, in spite of herself, couldn’t help but nearly lose the ability to control her legs after that toe-curling kiss.

“Hey,” he replied to her, and she snuggled deeper into his side, smiling ridiculously as she looked at the other guys.

“What’s up, guys?” Jay questioned nonchalantly, and all of the boys just shared glances as they looked at Jay with a bit of fear and quite a lot of uncomfortableness in their gazes.

“Nothing much, bro,” one replied coolly, and the others nodded, seeing a way to get out of this situation. Audrey had an enormous glow to her after Jay had planted one on her so wholeheartedly, and she pressed her temple against his pectoral. Jay looked down at her with a soft smile, pressing his lips against her hairline halfway for the show of it and halfway because he wanted to feel her skin against his.

The boys just smiled slightly in understanding before offering small goodbyes and making themselves scarce.

“Thank you,” Audrey expressed, full of gratitude as she eyed him thankfully. Jay shrugged with a slight grin, truly gazing at her face as he took in her appearance with his beanie.

“No problem,” Jay winked at her playfully, and she rolled her eyes, lightly shoving him away from her as she opened her locker to look through it.

“So… Where’d you get that incredibly stylish beanie from?” Jay questioned, and Audrey froze, reaching up and grabbing the hat on top of her head. She pulled it off, a waterfall of poofy bangs spilling out from underneath it.

“Oh! This! My ears got cold this morning on my run before school, and I guess I forgot that I had it on,” Audrey explained in a manner that was much too well-rehearsed and practiced for it to be spur of the moment. Plus, that odd sideways glance she had passed him explained everything that he needed to know.

“Here you go. You must have left it at my place,” Audrey told him, offering the hat to him, and Jay could easily see that she really didn’t want to give it up.

Jay raised an eyebrow as he took it from her, weighing it in his hand as he looked at it carefully. She was busying herself in her locker, but he knew that she was paying close attention to what he was doing.

Jay returned his gaze to her as he put a gentle hand on her waist, gently turning her toward him. She moved with his tugs and just barely smiled as she faced him. He took the beanie in both hands and positioned it on her head, rolling it in a way that it was stylish. Her grin grew even larger as he completed this action.

“I think you should keep it. You’re more gorgeous in it anyway,” Jay complimented, smiling at her as he held her face gently in his hands, and he felt a glimmer of something bubbly in his chest as she looked at him adoringly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty, but not your kind of pretty,” Jay joked, and she rolled her eyes before stepping forward, her eyelids drooping as she fully intended to kiss him. However, before she could say anything, the bell rang shrilly, and her eyes widened as she realized she needed to get to class.

He was fully convinced that she was likely going to make a run for class, but instead she outstretched her hand and pulled him so that his head came forward, her lips meeting his firmly. Once she had pulled away, he felt his insides turning into burning hot goo. He waved at her, trying to look cool despite the look on his face that was surely giving him away.

“See you at practice!” Audrey called, returning his wave.

“Same place?!” Audrey stopped in her walking to check with him, knowing that she had to hurry but still wanting to ensure that she was correct.

“Yeah!” Jay replied, raising his voice to be heard over the ruckus that was starting to commence around them with the other students moving from class to class.

“Be there!”

“Always,” he murmured under his breath as he pushed off of her locker, his gaze lingering on her form as she walked off and started to disappear in the crowd of students.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It was all he could handle when he spotted her later that day with a new article of clothing that he had no idea that she possessed.

Or well, had stolen from him.

There, in her bright blue cheerleader uniform, Audrey was wrapped up in a blue and gold letterman jacket as she strutted along, looking at her phone casually. Jay’s eyes widened, and he found that he was nearly drooling as he gazed at her.

His name on it coupled with her in the jacket was almost a stamp announcing to the world that Audrey was his, his, his. He loved the feeling of being able to physically claim her so that those other boys would know to leave her alone.

Not to mention the fact that she once again looked inexplicably attractive in his clothing.

Jay ducked under the bleachers, hurrying over as he waited for her to pass by. She was so enveloped in her phone and whatever she was doing on it that she would likely never even realize that he was there. A perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.

She passed just by the bottom of the bleachers and he grabbed her around the waist, dragging her under them with him.

“What the---” she cried before quickly being silenced by his mouth on hers and his hands roaming her sides. He pulled her closely against him, reveling in the way that the jacket sat on her shoulders and covered her upper body so perfectly loosely.

She pulled away with a sudden gasp, no doubt completely taken by surprise. He then dove for her neck, planting soft kisses along the side of it. Audrey immediately melted into him, clutching at his upper arms firmly. After all, that was one of her weakest points.

“Jay, what are you doing?” Audrey somewhat breathlessly questioned, and he just trailed his kisses up to her jawline.

“You’re wearing my letterman jacket,” he told her as if that were supposed to explain everything. Honestly, he had no explanation for himself. It’s just that for the past few days when she had been wearing his clothes, he had been going nuts. He didn’t even know why.

All he knew is that he couldn’t let her get by without him releasing at least a bit of frustration.

“Wh-what does that have to do with anything?” she stammered, unable to make good sense of herself at this moment, and he shook his head.

“What makes you go so crazy when I wear something of yours?” Audrey questioned, laughing but quickly stopping as she bit her bottom lip in an attempt to contain herself.

“Like the other day, you acted really weird when I had your hoodie,” he growled a bit at this acknowledgement, nipping lightly at her skin, and she was at this point having a very difficult time articulating what she was trying to say.

“A-and earlier… Earlier, I could see that you were watching the whole me in the beanie thing closely,” Audrey pointed out, and he dredged back up to her cheek all the way to the corner of her mouth. She just stood there in his embrace, letting him do as he wished.

He then finally stopped, cupping her face in his hands. She placed a hand around his wrist, holding onto him.

“Well… I guess it’s… Well… Because I’m dating you,” he pulled back just enough to look in her eyes, controlling himself now as he gazed at his girl.

“And when I see you in something of mine, I know everybody else knows you’re mine, too,” he expressed, trying to put into words what he was feeling as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Especially those idiots from earlier,” Jay informed her, his voice low as he spoke and pressed his forehead against hers.

“That’s actually kind of why I’ve started wearing your stuff,” Audrey expressed, and Jay furrowed his brow, somewhat confused at her admission.

“They’ve been bothering me a lot lately, and I somehow got the idea the other day. I thought if I snatched your beanie and your jacket, then maybe they’d get the message to leave me alone,” Audrey explained further, and Jay felt a flare of red-hot anger toward those boys but a rise of something warm, happy, and gooey inside of him toward Audrey.

“What about the hoodie?” Jay questioned quietly, and Audrey stubbornly refused to answer for a long moment, but after what seemed like forever, she spoke up once again.

“I kind of like wearing your stuff,” Audrey mumbled so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. He grinned widely and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.

He then pulled away slightly, smiling softly at her. His chest was just filled with tons of big, swelling emotions that he couldn’t hardly contain, and he edged his hands further toward the back of her head as he ran his fingers through her hair that was held up in a ponytail.

“You’re mine?” he told her, only the slightest bit of lingering question on the end as he gave her the choice to turn his statement down. Her smile went ridiculously wide and she squished her nose against his as she leaned in, grazing her lips against his own.

“I’m yours.”

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tiny-cloud-dragon · 5 years

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FF7: Random Bits 4 Chapter 4

Here it is, the final chapter for this Random Bit! Thank you to all of you who wait so patiently for me to update!

[Setting: Zack is having a bothersome tooth pulled, and Cloud is elected the lucky man to pick him up from his appointment.]

[Location: The car Cloud borrowed - Mid afternoon, almost at 7th Heaven]

Cloud felt nothing but relief as he turned down the street leading to the 7th Heaven. His enhanced vision could pick out the familiar store front and the sign that shone in the afternoon light like the beacon of salvation beckoning a lost soul home. In the seat beside him, Zack was in the midst of a heated argument with his hand. What he was arguing about was a mystery, as he was currently shouting in 'Boom Shaka-Laka'. The phrase had long ago stopped tickling Cloud's Funny Bone, and had begun to grate on his Last Nerve.

The dragon part of him uncoiled and was pacing, tail lashing peevishly as it hissed in utter vexation and tried to convince him that it would be a very good idea if they ate Zack. Cloud tried to shut out the dragon's ranting as he drove as fast as he dared while still staying mostly within the posted speed limit. He had no desire to be pulled over with an angry dragon in his head and a friend high on general anesthesia, and have to say "Sorry, Officer. I was speeding so I wouldn't have to eat my friend." while Zack shouted BOOM SHAKA-LAKA! the whole time.

Cloud gratefully pulled up to the bar. He got out quickly and wrestled Zack out of his seat belt. Zack was not not on speaking terms with his hand. Cloud had thought that drawing a little face on Zack's hand would keep him entertained so he wouldn't keep licking the window. The hand puppet idea fell into the Cloud's mental list under the heading Things That Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time. Zack had started out talking enthusiastically to his hand, then making out with his hand, and then came the intensely emotional break up. Cloud had been witness to the entire Courtship Process from hook up, to break up, to appearance on family tabloid scandal talk show compressed into the space of three minutes.

Zack was frowning so hard at his hand that the corners of his mouth could have almost been deemed a tripping hazard. Cloud couldn't help but smile at the sight as he shut the car door and pulled Zack's arm across his shoulders to help steady him. "Don't worry, Zack, " Cloud tried to soothe him, "At least you don't owe child support."

Zack harrumphed and glared at his hand. It blinked back at him and sneered as Cloud helped him inside. The door opened like a mouth, rolling out a long tongue like a red carpet welcoming an esteemed guest. They stepped through, the potted trumpet shrub in the corner played a brief fanfare, and the door closed with a genteel burp.

Tifa was behind the bar, getting clean glasses ready for when the bar opened. She began speaking with Cloud, but Zack wasn't paying attention to the conversation because a small Sephiroth had just scampered down his arm and seated itself on the hand Cloud was griping Zack's wrist with. Zack stared at it. It smiled almost benignly at him before pulling out its sword, darting up Cloud's shoulder and, after pausing to giggle mischievously, sliced the string tethering Cloud's balloon head to his body.

Zack gasped as if sucking up all the air in the room and stood by helplessly as the yellow balloon with Cloud's face on it slowly floated up. Right into the briskly spinning blades of the ceiling fan, where it met its end with a loud pop!

Zack shrieked and looked from the falling bits of yellow latex to Cloud's neck. There was a hissing sound, and a new balloon rapidly inflated and floated up out of Cloud's collar, bouncing on the end of its freshly tied string.

Cloud was filling Tifa in on the details of how the appointment had gone when Zack gasped like a set of dying bagpipes. They both looked at Zack as he loosed a lung-shredding shriek that threatened to liquify their eardrums. "What on earth-?" Tifa began as Zack all but gibbered with relief and grabbed at Cloud's head.

"He's been like that ever since I picked him up," Cloud replied, pulling Zack's frantic hands away from his head. "He's got this weird obsession with my head. You should have seen him when I picked him up!"

"I can only imagine," Tifa commented wryly.

Zack looked at Cloud and whimpered "Boom Shaka-Laka?" in the same tone one would use to ask 'are you alright?'

"Don't ask," Cloud said flatly as Tifa raised an eyebrow in question. "Let's just get him upstairs so he can sleep it off."

Tifa pulled Zack's left arm across her shoulders, and helped Cloud walk Zack towards the bar.

"Are you sure he's okay?" she asked, concerned as Zack went "Wheeeeee!" and started making random video game noises when she lifted the flip up counter top.

"Yeah, he's actually looking a lot better than when I first picked him up," Cloud grunted as he turned sideways and maneuvered Zack behind the counter.

"How can you tell?" Tifa grunted, giving Zack a helpful push as he decided to come to a dead stop halfway through the bar access door to stare around the room.

"Well, both of his eyes are looking in the same direction, and he's not falling down every half step."

"I'll take your word for it." Tifa said as Zack looked back and forth between her and Cloud, laughing hysterically.

The magical rainbow portal they had entered deposited them in an alternate universe where everything was the same, except the bar now had an odd 16-bit look to it. One might even go so far as to describe it as 'pre-rendered'. Zack turned his head to mention the observation to Cloud, and bust out laughing. Both of his friends had turned into bulky, low polygon, 3D versions of themselves. Their bodies were made of simple shapes, and they didn't even have hands, just stumpy hooves on the ends of their arms.

Polygon Cloud turned to give Zack an unreadable look, Zack jerked his face in the other direction to keep from being stabbed in the face by a spear of polygon hair, and almost lost an eye to a polygon tiddy. Tifa patted Zack with a hand stump, and he started laughing all over again.

He continued to giggle as they shuffled up the pre-rendered stairs. The confined space barely left enough room for one person, let alone three, and this caused a storm of frantic clipping as various parts of Cloud and Tifa passed through the walls and themselves.

Zack's brain, still reeling from the general anesthesia, found the whole thing highly amusing, which was nothing of note, considering that in his current state, he would have laughed at the color of dryer lint. One of Cloud's hoof hands clipped through Zack's neck, while Tifa's face clipped through his head, and that was when it went from hysterically funny, to bowel twistingly unsettling. Zack blanched, the color draining out of his face like a flushed toilet as he got a good look at the inside of Tifa's head. He was about to scream when everything went black for half a second as the scene transitioned, leaving them standing in the pre-rendered hallway, all nice and separate.

Wilting with relief, Zack allowed himself to be led down the hall towards the bedroom. They met with a temporary delay when Tifa got stuck on the wall next to the bedroom door. They had to wait while she aimlessly turned in circles and glitched against the wall before finally getting unstuck. Cloud opened the door, leaving Zack wondering how one turned a door knob with a hand that lacked fingers, or even a wrist, and they stepped back into the normal world.

Cloud sat Zack on his bed by the window, where it had been ever since Zack had gotten lonely in his apartment on Base, and Tifa and Cloud had insisted that he move in. He ended up sharing a room with Cloud after he and Tifa got into a row over Zack not wanting her go to the costly expense of renovating the bar to add a new room. Cloud had stepped in with the offer to share his room before Zack ended up having to be carried upstairs in a bucket.

Tifa went back down to the bar to get a glass of water for Zack, while Cloud tried to get Zack comfortable. He pulled off Zack's boots, pushed him over onto the mattress, and was about to toss the blanket over him, when Zack abruptly sat back up with a cry of "Wait!"

"What? What is it?" Cloud asked, slightly startled at the outburst.

"I forgot to floss!"

"What?"

"I forgot to floss!

"You just had a tooth pulled! You don't need to floss right now-!," Cloud began as Zack jumped up.

Tifa returned, glass in hand and found Cloud arguing with an agitated Zack.

"What are you two doing?" she asked as she set the glass down on the desk.

"I forgot to floss," Zack babbled.

"You don't-!" Tifa started to say before Zack shoved Cloud's hands away and started Flossing. Something told Cloud that the immediate future need to be preserved for future generations, so he whipped his phone out and started recording while Tifa gave him a disapproving frown. He noted, however, that she made no effort to step in and stop the shenanigans.

Zack started out Flossing slowly, as if testing his coordination, and then went a little faster. Cloud expected him to stop after the first five minutes or so, but to his surprise, Zack began to speed up. His arms just kept moving faster and faster, becoming mere blurs as he Flossed as if his very life depended on it. Cloud feared that he was going to dislocate either a hip or a shoulder as the motion began to stir up a breeze. The wall calendar began flapping slowly, and random papers on Cloud's desk began to lift slightly. Cloud began to really worry when the curtains started fluttering. He swore he heard a faint whirring noise before Zack Flossed himself into exhaustion and collapsed backwards across his bed, snoring faintly.

"Well, color me impressed," Tifa whispered in admiration as they quietly left the room.

Zack woke a few hours later, jaw a little sore, but feeling much better than he had that morning. He had the vague and suspicious feeling that a lot things (most of them embarrassing) had happened, but darned if he could remember what they were. He sat up as Cloud came in to check on him.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," Zack responded, his tone uncertain as he noticed the blank expression Cloud wore. He was very familiar with that look, or lack there of. Cloud usually had that look when he was hiding various emotions. By the way his mouth was tighter than usual at the corners, and the way his eyes were slightly crinkled at the corners, he finding something funny. And it had to do with him. More specifically, something he had done.

"What happened?" Zack asked in such a way that his question covered multiple contexts.

"What do you remember?" Cloud asked, enigmatically.

Zack, feeling more and more uneasy, searched though the jumbled box of hazy memories. He described the events starting from waking up in the exam room, all the way until he Flossed himself to sleep. Cloud listened, not saying a word until Zack was finished. Now everything made sense, including Zack's fascination with Cloud's head.

They spent a few minutes laughing at some of the more outlandish hallucinations, and the more humorous things Zack had done on the way home.

"But the best hallucination was the rainbow unicorn! It had a rainbow mane, an diamond horn, and get this: it flew by farting rainbow glitter!" Zack howled with laughter, wiping his streaming eyes.

Cloud chuckled with him for a few moments before stopping and saying in a dead serious tone, "The unicorn was real,"

The seriousness with which Cloud delivered the news hit Zack's ears like a granite slab. Silence rang loud in the room for a few heartbeats before Zack stuttered in disbelief and no small amount of suspicion that Cloud was pulling his leg, "It what...?"

"The unicorn was real. That was 3rd Class ELITE Eunice Cornelius, who just made his first Shift today."

Zack stared at Cloud, not sure of what to say, so he settled for nodding and saying "Well, Boom Shaka-Laka!"

The End.

#cloud strife #zack fair #clack #if you squint #ffvii #ff7 #ffvii fanfic #ff7 fanfic #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #random bits #ff7 random bits #humor #final fantasy 7 fanfic #final fantasy vii fanfic

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taleofharrison · 5 years

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A Million Dreams

Pairing: Ben Hardy x reader

Summary: Reader and Ben have a beautiful relationship that only becomes stronger as the years go by. He met her while he was working in Eastenders

Warnings: This pure fluff but maybe some grammar mistakes English isn’t my first language and the timeline may be kind of a mess, also I know nothing about fashion so I don’t know if there are mistakes about it.

A/N: this is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge, her blog is one of my favorite. It is based on the song A Million Dreams which is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies so this was really fun to write. This is my first time posting so if you like it let me know

2013

Your first job after you finished your career was in the BBC you took care of the costumes for different shows but your real dream was to become a successful fashion designer with your own clothing line. It wasn’t gonna be easy you knew that and you were happy working there it was a good way to start your life.

One of the shows was Eastenders you felt like it was a dream since you used to watch the show with your grandmother that’s where you met Ben you helped him get ready and fixed his hair a little bit though it wasn’t your work, he was always so kind and like to talk with you before his scenes you didn’t want to accept it but you had a little crush on him little do you know as weeks went by he developed a crush on you too.

“Hi Y/N” he said when he got back to return his costume “I was wondering if…you would like to go for a drink with me tomorrow”

You were surprised you never thought he could see you as more than a friend “I’d love to”

“Cool so…see you tomorrow” he kissed your cheek and left you were so happy you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

The next night you were at a bar near his flat both drinking a beer laughing this was the first time you ever talked to him outside work you couldn’t believe how funny and kind he really was.

“So…Y/N” he said after taking a sip of his beer “tell me about you we’ve talked enough about me”

“Well…what can I say? I love designing and I dream of having my own clothing line someday…maybe work in Paris or in Milan for a while” you said with a gleam in your eyes which Ben thought was adorable “I know it’s stupid it may never happen” you said looking down at your beer.

“No, it isn’t” he said holding your hand on the table “I think it’s great…you know when you talk about it you have a gleam in your eyes”

“Thank you my parents never wanted me to study design but my grandmother taught how to sew and she died before I got into college she wanted to be a fashion designer as well she was really happy when I told her I wanted to study design” you said you felt really comfortable talking to Ben about it both of you felt like you had known each other for ages “my parents said ‘you should study law or something like that you will never make it as a designer’ I guess they were kind of right”

“You’re joking? I’ve seen some of your drawings when I go get my costume and they’re so good” Ben said “You’re really talented”

“Thank you” you whispered

2016

You and Ben had been dating for three years now and you were so happy about it. A week after your first date he asked you to be his official girlfriend of course you said yes. Now you were getting ready to the premiere of X-Men: Apocalypses wearing a dressed you designed, now you were a well kwon designer you still remember when you got your job as an assistant in a fashion magazine.

“They are going to call you” Ben said trying to calm you kissing your shoulder “you’re the best fashion designer in the world”

“How can you be so sure? This magazine is really important if I get the job…” you said you were really nervous when the phone rang “Hello...yeah this is she…oh it’s alright yeah thank you”

“And…did you get the job?” Ben asked he wouldn’t admit it but he was as nervous as you.

“I got the job!” you screamed “I GOT THE JOB!!”

“You see baby I told you!!!” he hugged you so tight he was really proud.”I love you”

It was the first time he ever said that “I love you too”.

And from that moment on your career only grew you were discovered by another designer and he helped you to get to the next level you were finishing your make up when another memory came to your mind when Ben got the role for X-Men.

Ben was a really nervous walking around your bedroom this stressed you and Frankie out.

“Babe I know you’re really nervous so am I but you have to calm down you’re stressing Frankie too” you said from your desk you were working on some ideas for your next collection.

“It’s just this is a big role you know? It’s going to be great”

“You’re so talented they are going to call you” you said leaving your desk giving him a hug “do you want to watch Netflix until they call? I can finish later”

He nodded.

You were halfway through the third movie when Ben got the call saying he got role you were really happy and proud “I told you all of our dreams would come true” you said before kissing him.

“Ready?” Ben’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Yeah I am” you said looking yourself in the mirror for the last time you were really nervous this was your first public event as Ben’s girlfriend you both wanted and tried to keep your relationship private to avoid any hate comment but now you were tired of it Ben wanted to show he was your boyfriend to the world “you look so handsome”

“And you look so beautiful” he kissed you.

The premiere was awesome and you two received kind and beautiful comments on your instagram accounts people really loved you two together you even thought that you should have made public your relationship earlier.

Two months after the premiere he was sure he wanted to marry you. You both had a really good relationship, you rarely had big fights and when you had them you would always make up the same night, you started living together a year after you began dating and adopted Frankie together. It was a Sunday morning when Ben missed your body in bed with him he checked the time it was 7.30 am so he went to look for you he took the small red box he kept in his drawer at first he wanted to do something special like surprising you in Milan or a fancy dinner but you loved simple improvised stuff and he couldn’t wait to ask you.

He found on your studio drawing he smiled he thought it was cute sometimes when you had ideas in your dreams you would wake up and start drawing them in the middle of the night in fact seeing in your pajamas in yours stool with your hair made a mess made him love you more and he felt more confident of his decision of asking you.

“Hi babe” he said kissing your head “what are you doing up so early?” Ben was in pajamas you didn’t know what time it was you just had an idea in the middle of the night and you had draw it before you forgot it.

“I’m working on something I just got invited to the fashion week in Milan” you said in a yawn but with that gleam in your eyes that appeared every time you talked about your job or about anything you loved which Ben loved.

“I love that when you talk about your designs and all the ideas you have your eyes have this special gleam and I just want to spend every moment of my life next to you” you stopped what you were doing and turned around on your chair to look at him “we’ve been through everything together and I just love everything about you” he popped a red velvet box out nowhere “will you marry me?”

“YES!” you said bursting into tears you were so happy you threw yourself into his arms kissing him “I love you so much” you said as he put the ring on your finger.

“I’m sorry I asked you this way…I just couldn’t wait” he said “I was planning on surprising you in Milan”

“You know you don’t have to do that” you said “This moment is perfect just me and you”

2017

You’ve been married with Ben for five months now and you two were the happiest people on Earth you were working on something for your summer line you had taken some inspiration from the 80’s all the colors and prints really made you happy when Ben burst into the house.

“Y/N! I NEED DRUM LESSONS IMMEDIATELY!” he screamed.

“If you want to learn there is a teacher near here” you said calmly whenever Ben was stressed you stopped what you were doing to comfort him “you don’t have to act this way. Why are you so nervous?”

“I…may or may not have said I knew how to play the drums to get a role” he said you were confused.

“Why would you do that?”

“I really want to play Roger in a movie about Queen” he said with a smile just the thought of the possibility of getting the role made him really happy.

“Baby that’s awesome” you said you two were big Queen fans “You have to start your lessons right away!”

When he got the role you two were so excited he even took you to meet Brian and Roger and you were there when he met the boys, you were there first day shooting live aid you even did the BAB dance with Joe and Gwilym.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me today?” Ben said holding your hips “You know everyone will miss you there”

“Of course I want to go but I really have to stay here finish something for my new collection” you said but it was a lie the truth was that you thought you were pregnant you hadn’t had your period in 2 weeks and you really hoped you were pregnant “good luck” you kissed him goodbye.

Once he left, you did two different pregnancy tests to be sure they turned out to be positive you couldn’t wait to tell him it was happening you really were having a family with him you burst into tears again another one of your dreams came true.

When Ben got home from set he was really tired and he really had missed seeing you around even Roger and Brian thought it was weird not seeing you there.

“Hey babe” he gave you a small kiss on the lips.

“Hi! Did you have a good day on set?” You asked as he sat on the couch next to you.

“Yeah…but I missed you” he hugged you and pulled your back closer to his chest “everyone actually”

“Yeah I missed everyone too” you said in a sigh “especially Joe”

“I knew you were cheating on me!” he continued the joke “but Joe is mine, babygirl”

“You wish” you laughed with him “hey can you help me finish some designs? I ran out of ideas”

“Sure”

You gave him some drawings they all were baby clothing “You’ve never done clothes for babies why…” and then he saw the last drawing it said ‘which one do you like for our baby?’ “Are you…are you pregnant?” he said you nodded your head.

“I found out this morning” you said with a smile.

He got up from the couch with you in his arms he couldn’t believe it.

“We’re going to be parents!” he was really happy about it he put you back on the ground “I have to tell the boys! They are going to be so happy about it”

“Hold on” you said “we can tell them tomorrow on set…now can we just lay in the couch and cuddle? I missed you so much today”

“Yeah I can do that”

You giggled as you laid down in the couch with him his hands were in your flat belly while he kissed your neck you felt safe and warm in his arms you were thinking about how happy you were in that moment this was actually happening you were having a family with Ben you two had successful careers and been through a lot together you knew you were going to be wonderful parents and your life was perfect those million dreams you had as a kid came true the moment you met Ben and you couldn’t wait to see your kid making his or her dreams come true.

#ben hardy #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy imagine #borhap imagine #borhap #borhap imagines #ben hardy imagines #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #a million dreams #qnr2kchallenge #ben hardy x reader #borhap cast #borhap boys #my writing corner

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pomegranateanarchist · 5 years

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things about the lightning thief musical

#the lightning thief #the lightning thief musical #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #clarisse la rue #chris mccarrell #kristin stokes #james hayden rodriguez #jorrel javier #ryan knowles #sarah beth pfeifer #jalynn steele #original

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whatisthisnonsense · 5 years

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Okay you know what I am gonna talk shit in a proper well-thought-out manner because I’m salty and stressed and I may as well channel it into something fun like yelling about anime in an over the top display of angery as befitting this cesspool of a social media platform. This being said I’m gonna do it under a read-more ‘cause most of ya’ll ain’t got time for no negative nonsense and some of you genuinely enjoy Tri, and you know what, I respect you, you’re valid.

Okay so to explain how much I want to throw Bandai into a dumpster, we first need to go back and explain Adventure and the fiasco that was 02.

Digimon Adventure came out in 1999 (March 6th in japan and August 14th in the states, which coincidentally means this show came out exactly on my sixth birthday!) and lasted for about a year, with 54 episodes. The plot was simple; seven punkass grade schoolers turned out to have been chosen by fate to defend the Digital World, an alternate plane of reality created by various forms of digital information (the wee baby internet of the era, for example), mostly to kind of justify Bandai’s V-Pet (Tamogatchis but they’re gross and can FIGHT) and sell toys. So like, Transformers but with more human characters and kickass monsters and sometimes a lesson about the Power Of Friendship. Later, they find out they were chosen because they saw their neighborhood get wrecked by two monsters and Inexplicably Forgot This, as well as the fact there’s actually a missing member of their group (which less than surprisingly turned out to be the leader character’s little sister, who had already been seen in a prior episode and had also been involved in that early monster attack). It was hokey, the english dub generally bordered on that of a proto-abridged series if not aggressively sanitizing things (turning sake into green chili sauce, for example) and it was just good dumb fun and in the end everyone was crying anyway because dammit, while it was dumb fun you still cared about these characters and loved how they grew up. And then came 02.

Hoo boy. Digimon 02 came out in 2000 (April 2nd in japan and August 19th in the states) and lasted for another year or so. While sometimes listed as a second season, in truth it was a sequel series and it had...some interesting ideas, lets say. And I mean that sincerely! They did have some good ideas! But it was pretty clear from the lack of direction and the constant roller coaster of serious and stupid that it was being a sequel for the sake of being a sequel. For example, a whole new super secret crest turned up out of nowhere, which brings up a lot of questions in the lore but is mostly used to prove Ken isn’t irredeemable because he’s a Chosen Child ,as well as the questions about how this Crest is still present and useable and then literally gets no use. No Ultimate Form Wormmon for you, folks, NORMAL digivolution is out! I think I and @yunisverse have made our opinion on how to use that crest better clear while we’re being salty over Wizardmon, ha People have said that it’s big draw was that it had a heavier focus on character development and...yes and no? On the one hand, Ken and Cody’s arcs were genuinely enjoyable, Kindness shenanigans aside, as was occasionally exploring TK and Kari’s trauma, something often brushed over in the original series. On the other hand, more or less the whole of Adventure centered AROUND character growth where in 02 it’s...sporadic. Sometimes even random. However the main two reasons everyone was mad at 02 were these;

The original digidestined that were not Kari or TK got shunted onto the backburner, usually using excuses as they had given up their crest powers sometime between Our War Game and the present (despite that A) this is otherwise disregarding the fact they were supposedly not able to enter the digital world again until 02 and B) the power is literally inside them as part of their core, not something the digiworld actually gave to them, and while it could be diminished it could never actually be removed) or that it was the New Kids turn, often with wildly out of character personality developments. (Looking at you, Sora’s new docileness and Mimi’s lack of involvement in most of the plot period.)

The epilogue, which not only gave everyone really weird future jobs (why is Matt an astronaut?!) but also seemed pretty much out to be as aggressively Happily Ever After without actually stopping to think about any implications or actual lead-ups.

02 usually gets a pass from riding on the Adventure coattails, but everyone still tended to be at least disappointed in what had occurred. Also, more serious takes on Digimon, such as Tamers and some of the games, had been growing in popularity.

Thus Bandai, in it’s infinite wisdom, decided to cash back in on Nostalgia by focusing on the Adventure kids, making them closer to 02 so they’re older and they can therefore do more serious mature takes like Tamers, while also trying to rectify how they would even begin to come around to their epilogue jobs. They do this by killing the 02 cast in the first two minutes.

Welcome to Tri folks! Okay, so the 02 cast isn’t actually dead, but we don’t know where they are for six movies. Six movies!! The most we know for a few years is Ken, for some reason, has reverted to evil! And he has Imperialdramon, which implies Davis is brainwashed too!

He is basically doing this most of the series (which was initially going to be a mini-series before becoming a series of movies which then proceed to often be cut up into episodes, which that alone should tell you the problems BEHIND the scenes much less on screen) and we find out what he is (not actually Ken but an evil Gennai clone which is also out of nowhere) and what he’s doing (apparently bringing Yggdrasil, long time lore big bad of various digimon continuities and also god, into the Adventure storyline) not by efforts of the kids. Oh no. They’re too busy playing with their new friend Mei!

God I wish I was joking. The original squad literally shows no concern for where the 02 gang is until halfway through, and it’s a handwave at best and quickly moved on from. Hell, they barely react to “Ken” and CHEER on defeating Imperialdramon! More gravitas was given to having to kill the plot coupon of the day, Meicoonmon, than someone they actually know and should be upset about. Also making Tai NOT want to rush into a fight (what?), Turns Out Homeostatis Is Also Evil Or At Least Amoral (why), a reveal one of the backstory five original digidestined went mad with grief (no), and also I guess for some reason the kids and digimon were separated again given their reactions despite 02′s ending? That’s. That’s not even keeping your own continuity. Why are you like this. Also connecting to the epilogue just seem to be on a whim (not metaphor, Matt decides to be an astronaut on a whim), the general lack of gravitas in most moments followed by moments of SEVERE gravitas (which is the 02 problem but Worse), and bad jokes. I don’t mean Good Bad Jokes like Adventure, just really not funny jokes. And the real bitch of the matter? It had a few things that should’ve made it AWESOME! Like listen, I miss these idiot kids a lot, and the concept of a virus forcing a reboot on the digiworld and thus having to explore, finally, the digimon as characters and what they would be like without the kids? That’s cool! The idea of undoing all the Perma Digideaths (like WIZARDMON goddammit, and in this own show friggin’ Leomon again) with said reboot and thus having a pretty legitimate reason to allow it? Also cool! Worldbuilding about the previous five digidestined? Neat! And lets be real, you all cried at the cast version of Butter-Fly. You know you did. But the thing is they didn’t DO anything with most of this, or did it in a sloppy way. Example; the virus was basically a means to an end for waking up Yggdrasil (I’m not calling him King Drasil, that’s stupid), right? Why? When the Adventure-verse, often to it’s own detriment, is actively tied to the Milleniumon mythos, you could just pull in that eldritch horror and finally have Ryo make sense everywhere not japan. Or heck, the Dark Ocean! Remember the Dark Ocean? Where literally cthulu is and also Daemon now? Apparently neither do the script writers since that would’ve been a golden opportunity. Of course, this would be asking for continuity, which Tri has issues with within its own narrative. Remember when I said the reboot should’ve undone all permadeaths? Yeah, Wizardmon still shows up as a ghost later to lead Kari out of trouble. No lines or anything, just pops up facing away from the audience and leads her out, and then vanishes, despite the fact that according to the rules they made up for the reboot, he should be a cute little Mokumon in Primary Village at the moment who remembers nothing. Also it kind of low-key has the vibe that growing up is terrible and results in having to make awful decisions? Which I’m not sure is what they meant to do, but it does pretty much have that end result. And that sucks! Even Tamers didn’t do that! Growing up is HARD, sure, but there are GOOD things about it too, and being Adventure one would think that would be the main focus! Nope. I just. This should have been good and when it was announced I was super excited and now I’m pretty much exasperated by its mere existence. And now we’re getting a sequel after ANOTHER timeskip.

Bandai if this is how you give us a nostalgia feels trip, do us a favor and let Adventure die. You’re just making the sugary memories of childhood have a bitter aftertaste. Or, if you must, just do a proper reboot. Tie up things that actually WERE wrong with the original series and do some clean ups but otherwise leave it untouched. We all know you’re trying to capture the magic twice, guys, you’re not even trying to hide it now. TL;DR, The only parts I like about Tri are Butter-Fly (cast version) and the fact Tai and Matt are gayer than ever

#Digimon Adventure #Digimon 02 #Digimon tri #I'm about to get REAL salty so like #If you like Tri don't look you're still valid #I just do not and want to express why since I've been mulling it over since that ask

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neqeyam · 5 years

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Forgotten Myth; Chapter two.

Words- 2967

Warnings- height/falling, fighting, arguing, mentions Lee’s death

Summary- When fourteen year old Ruby Moore is chased down the hallway at school by a character out of one of her fever dreams, she gets thrown into a world of tales and myths that society has ruled out to be fake. Befriending a Pegasus that hates everyone, and gathering friends strong enough to be considered a small army, she has to embark on a journey that will change her life forever.

POV- Ruby

Chapter One- https://rqmcuwdwpjo.tumblr.com/post/188285543834/forgotten-myth-chapter-one

Will took me around the camp, Camp Half-Blood according to his shirt. Showing me everything from a strawberry field to the infirmary. He told me stories of our dad, about how Apollo got banished to be a mortal a while ago and since he’s back being a god he now has a new sense of identity. He took me to the archery range, where I impressed him with my archery skills even though I was new. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I took archery lessons from age six to age ten.

By the end of the educational tour, I was exhausted. I felt like I’d just ran a million miles, but he didn’t stop there. He took me to the only building in a rectangle of twenty other oddly specific buildings that literally was glowing gold in the setting sun. Inside there were about ten bunks, all pushed to the outside edges of the building so that there was room in the middle for three cots.

“Please tell me I don’t have to sleep in one of those.” I whined, pointing at one of the cots. Will made a face as if to say: I hope you like back problems. I almost started complaining but he laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder to keep from toppling over.

“Those are medical cots silly. But anyways, welcome to cabin seven; where children of Apollo learn the trades of our father.” I looked around and took in the scene. Books on various topics lined the many bookshelves in between the bunks, medical supplies spilled out of bags while syringes soaked in a yellowish-brown liquid. One thing that stuck out to me the most, was the fact that everywhere I looked, some sort of archery target hung from the walls with very distinct holes in the bulls-eye. Will rummaged around under one of the bunks that looked abandoned and pulled out a box. When he opened it, a faint light filtered out as if they’d trapped it in there.

“This was Lee Fletcher’s bow. If you want it, it’s all yours,” Will said, sadness drifting through his voice. I was tempted to ask what happened to Lee, but something about Will’s posture and aura told me that I’d better just accept the bow.

“It looks perfect, thank you,” he handed me the bow, and I had to admit; it was perfect. The nocking point seemed to be in a direct line to my shoulder, the bow string wasn’t too taut, I felt like this bow had been crafted just for me. As I was holding it, I realized that the bow itself was actually glowing; not blindingly, just enough for me to see a faint halo of light outlining the bow.

Once Will had enough of reminiscing about Lee’s bow, we went back outside. A horn blew in the distance, scaring me so badly I screamed and hid behind Will (Not my best moment I’ll admit).

“That’s the dinner horn, nothing to be afraid of-” he said, a dark figure appeared out of seemingly nowhere cut him off.

“eccoti, ti ho cercato dappertutto,” the dark haired kid said.

“Nico, for the last time, I don’t speak fluent Italian.”

“Ciao, chi sei,” they all turned to me as if I just grew another head. Though the black haired kid looked more grateful than confused.

“Puoi parlare italiano?” the black haired kid -who Will called Nico- asked.

“no, perché dovrei?” I asked. Will’s face flushed red, but he looked rather pissed.

“Would you two stop that! Ruby you’re speaking Italian!” He yelled, taking both of us by surprise. I looked down at my hands as if they’d give me answers; but no avail. I was thinking in another language too, symbols rather than english letters were flying around my head. I realized the same symbols were almost everywhere around camp, telling me where to go. For a moment, I completely forgot english and my whole sense of identity blurred. Will set a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from my hands.

“pós boró na milíso angliká?” I asked frantically. Nico handed me the book he was reading, thankfully it was in english and the other two languages seemed to go back to their hiding places. My mind went back to thinking in my first language; I handed the book back to Nico and huffed, “Thank you,” he nodded and started up the hill.

Dinner was cool, I could order whatever I wanted and however much I wanted. My plate just seemed to refill itself, the Greeks really knew how to eat. Mr. D (Will told me his real name is Dionysus, the wine dude) stood and banged a knife against his goblet of diet coke. When he had everyone’s attention, he turned to Chiron. (yes, the Chiron from the ancient times.)

“You all know what today is, the first Friday of the month. Which means-” he was cut off by the Ares table pounding their silverware on the table, chanting CTF; whatever that meant. The rest of the cabins joined in their chants till it was just a rumble of voices and an earthquake of silverware pounding. A stocky girl with dirty blonde, almost brown hair stood up and thrust her spear into the air.

“We’re on her team this month. If we win, I get the Apollo chariot back that she stole from us while Michael Yew was our senior counselor.” Will spat, he didn’t sound happy about being on her team.

“Then I guess we have to win.” I stated. I’ve always been competitive, and now I finally know how I’m so good at basketball. Will grinned at me, his eyes alight with an emotion I couldn’t place.

After dinner, and after Chiron was finally able to explain the rules; Will led cabin seven through the hoard of people and into the woods. Everyone seemed to know their place, some went up into trees, scaling them like squirrels. Others turned invisible and the only hint that they were still there was a rustling in the bushes. Will led me to a pile of rocks that looked like a thumb, a blood red flag shone brightly in the setting sun. he scaled a tree next to the pile of rocks, something told me to do the same. I climbed a tree with surprising ease a few yards away from the flag so I’d have a clear view of who was coming through. Two kids that wore the same mischievous grins that Ayla defaulted to walked through the clearing. Behind them, enough teenagers to be considered a small army without the multitude of weapons came walking into the clearing. The girl, who Will told me was Clarrise, barked orders at people.

“You excited?” someone asked behind me. My instincts pulled an arrow out and notched it all while turning around. I was met with a smug smile that I was so used to. Then I checked my pockets.

“More nervous than anything, your dad is Hermes isn’t it.” I asked Ayla. It hadn’t occurred to me that she looked exactly like him -based on a description from a book I found- She nodded and perched in the tree next to me. I looked over to where Will was perched to see him lazily going in and out of being visible. He flickered sometimes, like he got stuck halfway through his change.

“You and I are gonna charge the flag. According to Connor, they’ve got the entirety of Demeter’s children on guard duty, with Hecate’s scattered throughout the woods.” I nodded along with her, we’d need a plan to get through Hecate’s children’s magic. A bunch of grease covered kids walked into the clearing, -probably Hephaestus’s kids- and Ayla let out an audible sigh. I followed her gaze to a semi scrawny kid who would not stop moving -his dark curly hair and tanned skin gave him away as hispanic- talking to an equally dark skinned girl.

Clarrise held a thumbs up to the sky and then a few moments later a horn sounded. Our ranks bolted into the woods, and the Hephaestus kids started waving Wii remotes around really quickly.

Yells and screams erupted from the woods, and a few kids watched everything through a shield looking thing. The first wave of kids were all blonde except for the black haired kid from earlier (Will told me that he’s the son of Poseidon, Perry Jackson, or something like that). Ayla drew her daggers and charged from her spot in the tree. Will and I rained arrows down on whoever got too close to the flag (Although, most of my arrows missed). A water spout rocketed toward me, but I jumped and fired one of the rope arrows into another tree, swinging across the battlefield kicking anyone that got too close. Light beams burned kids slightly when they started their assault on the flag. We were being overrun by kids. Another kid with blond hair came running through the mess and I thought it might be Will, but then I started to feel sleepy.

“It’s Clovis’s magic!” someone yelled. I took a closer look at the blond haired kid and I realized that he was sleeping. Our defenses were dropping like flies, snores started the echo through the woods. They seemed to be protecting him, drawing a crescent moon around him. Next to me Ayla sleepily fluttered down onto the branch and closed her eyes, a good sized rock almost fell out of her hand. I knew what she wanted me to do.

“C’mon Apollo, gimme one luck shot,” I murmured and wound up. The rock left my hand at an upward angle, then arced down; smacking Clovis right in the temple, he fell like a load of bricks. Some of his defenses tried to wake him up but he didn’t. Our defense team woke up one by one, recharged and ready to go they fought harder than before.

My vision blurred and I saw a figure running for our flag, but I couldn’t see her. I sensed her. When my vision returned I saw someone grabbing at our flag, it rose and started down the hill. Almost all of the offensive troops had retreated.

“Team Ares!” I yelled, gathering everyone's attention. “Stop our flag,” they followed my finger and watched as Annabeth emerged from nothing and set down the flag. A wave the size of a small house flung half our troops out of the way, then the dark haired kid (Perry? Percy? One of the two I can’t remember what Will said) started fighting his way through the mess of kids. Ayla grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew we were zooming through the woods at top speed. She smacked into an invisible shield of some sort and crumpled to the ground with a groan. A few snickers from the other side brought my attention to a bunch of Demeter and Hecate children. Clarrise growled a few feet away from me and stabbed at the shield, getting thrown back. Ayla and I exchanged glances, something told me she wanted to go up. So we did.

The shield was definitely not as strong on the top as it was near the bottom. The only problem was that we were suspended fifty feet up in the air by some jello. Ayla pried a hole in the top and I shot four arrows down. Unbeknownst to me, they were all sonic arrows. Each arrow sounded like it was on eight amplifiers and a surround sound speaker. Good news, it was enough to blast out the shield and disoriant their first line of defenses; bad news, Ayla and I were now falling fifty feet to our deaths. Someone caught me, I was met with brown eyes that screamed anger. He set me down and kept running, as Ayla lowered herself down next to me. Together, the three of us ran at the Aphrodite children. I stayed back a little bit and shot anyone out of the trees, while the rest of our offense fought against Aphrodite, Nemesis and what was left of Demeter.

“Ayla! I have a plan!” I yelled, before I even had a P-L-A. She came running and I told her about what I saw Will doing and how he briefly explained it to me. Another kid came with her, however; it was the brown eyed Ares kid that caught me.

“You’re going to need a brute for that,” he grumbled, trying harder than necessary to sound mean. I didn’t have time to argue so I just grabbed their arms and ran, praying to Apollo that this worked.

The fact that no one tried to stop us told me that it worked. We ran and dodged roots that were constantly growing. When we came to a clearing where a stream ran through, I slowed down. In front of us stood their flag, and a multitude of traps. Ayla groaned at the sight of the traps but I told her to just fly over everything. A blond kid that looked to be about my age paced in front of the first trap, folding over a knife in his hand. He grumbled about something, we didn’t stick around long enough to hear what he was saying. Ayla flew us over everything, groaning and complaining everytime one of us moved the wrong way. The brown eyed kid, -who refused to tell me his name- grabbed the flag and bolted for Ayla and I. An alarm sounded in the trees and two more cabins came running into the clearing.

“Great, now what,” brown eyed boy grumbled. I hadn’t thought this far but I had the beginnings of something that would either be super cool, or the biggest failure in the history of camp. I pulled out my last arrow, it was a rope arrow. Thank Apollo, I thought. Without saying a word I shot it at an angle at Ayla; the arrow wrapped itself around her waist, almost pulling her out of the sky. Brown eyed kid seemed to be following my train of thought because he ran towards the closest kids near us and grabbed their shields. He threw one at me and stuffed the other under his foot. I stopped the shield with my foot, and gripped my bow better.

“AYLA, FLY!” I screamed and she took off. The brown eyed kid grabbed onto the rope with his other hand and held the flag under his arm.

We sped through the woods on shields, Ayla was going so fast that almost nothing could touch us. I’m sure we looked like a more badass version of the Three Stooges. She started laughing maniacally over the wind and we jumped a hill. Annabeth and the black haired kid (I’m pretty sure his name is Percy) were running back with our flag, thankfully they hadn’t made it back to their side yet. They ducked under us and gawked. Cheers erupted from the tree line where Ayla’s half brothers and sisters were gathering along with the Hephaestus kids. We were almost across when a wave knocked Ayla out of the sky, she hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

“Connor! Go long!” he yelled and threw the flag like a spear. One of Ayla’s brothers broke off from the crowd and flew to meet the flag, pulling it over the line; the crowd cheered and lifted him up on their shoulders. With Ayla’s momentum and no one to steer, brown eyed kid and I rammed right into a tree. He turned around right before we hit and grabbed me, his back smacked into the tree hard, and my head smacked into his armor. We both crumpled to the ground, groaning. Will was already working on Ayla who had hit her head on a rock. A few of my other siblings ran over to brown eyed kid and I, healing us with no problem. I stood up and stuck out my hand to help him up, he took it gingerly.

“That was quite the plan, Ruby,” he said and took off his helmet. For a moment I was overtaken with confusion but then I realized who he was.

“You- you told Mrs. Johansson that I FAKED A PASS!” I yelled, poking a finger at his chest. Jackson Ryans stuck his hands in the air in surrender, though the grin on his face told me he was just getting started.

“It was all part of the plan.”

“What plan?!” I demanded, only now realizing that he was a solid three inches taller than me.

“To get you here of course, we needed an actual reason to get you here or else you wouldn’t believe us and someone kept telling the monsters off your scent,” he explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. That didn’t help the fact that I got a detention out of it and was benched for two basketball games.

“He’s right, we did need a reason and Jackson volunteered to tattle on you,” Chiron said as he helped Ayla up off the ground. She brushed herself off quickly and thanked Will, who went to work on the others that were lying around groaning.

“I was benched for two games because of him!”

“Yeah, sorry about that one. That definitely wasn’t part of the plan,” Jackson said, scratching the back of his neck, still grinning. I wanted to smack him but Ayla led me away before I could, throwing me into a celebration that resulted in me, Ayla, Connor and Jackson on various peoples shoulders. Ayla and Connor start playing chicken, with two of the stockier Hephaestus kids. Slowly I realized that I was on an Ares kids shoulders, he was taking me toward their chicken game. Ayla punched me in the arm and Connor shoved my shoulder.

“Hey! No tag teaming!” I laughed, shoving them back. Jackson came over and shoved them with me, together we pushed Ayla off the Hephaestus kids shoulders and then went to work on Connor. He gave up and flew off the kids shoulders. Jackson held his arms out for a hug, I was reluctant but it’s kinda hard to dismiss a hug that you’re forced into. Jackson’s brother moved so that he could pull me into him.

“Okay okay, I forgive you… I guess,” I said so he’d let go of me. Did I actually forgive him? Not really; but something told me I’d have to or else this camp would be absolute hell.

#pjo fanfic #oc fanfiction #fanfic #forgotten myth #greek gods #Greek Mythology #ruby moore #ayla weber #jackson ryans #percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez #connor stoll

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mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker · 5 years

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Sometime in the first few months of 2000, I dropped Stan Lee a line saying I’d love to do some work for Stan Lee Media, Stan’s well-publicized and multi-staffed dot-com company, if he could ever use me. He replied that, while he’d like to work with me again, I would’ve had to be around L.A. to work for SLM, but that, by coincidence, he really needed a writer to work with him on the SPIDER-MAN comic strip… to plot out and do the first-draft script of the seven-days-a-week King Features strip. I said that sounded fine to me (even though I’d never really been wild about writing Spidey compared to the F.F., Avengers, Conan, etc.). He replied with a chuckle that maybe I should wait till I heard his offer, because the money was so minuscule… just $300 a week. I laughed, and told him that he had no idea how little money it cost me to live on my 40-acre place in the middle of South Carolina. The mortgage and both our vehicles were paid off, so Dann and I had no expenses except what we spent month-to-month. So a deal was quickly struck, and I went to work, with my first strip (a Monday, of course) appearing on July 17, 2000.

As it turned out, although I never got a raise in 18 1/2 years I basically ghost-wrote the strip (though, until recent years, with his often hands-on editing), it was a great gig. I spent maybe two days a month writing four weeks’ worth of strips, and another day 2 or 3 times a year doing outlines for upcoming storylines.

After Stan cut back his activities a few years ago, following installation of his pacemaker, etc., I worked primarily with his longtime assistant, Michael Kelly, with some indirect verbal input from Stan, and in some ways I liked that even better, since Stan and I were only about 80% on the same page as to what made a good comic strip. Despite his well-known (and correct) views on how important the writing was to the success of Marvel Comics from 1961 on, he would often talk about how it was the artwork that sold the strip. I didn’t think that reflected the realities of the situation, particularly after John Romita left the strip a few years after it began, and as the printing of the strips grew smaller and smaller. Stan’s brother Larry Lieber was a good journeyman penciler (and Alex Saviuk considerably better), but the artists didn’t really have the scope, especially in the dailies, to do the kind of artwork that was going to excite readers the way, say, Milt Caniff once had in Terry and the Pirates. The sight of Spidey or Dr. Octopus in a strip might draw people in, but the writing had to bring people back, day after day, since Spidey and Peter and MJ and Doc Ock would always look basically the same, squeezed into small panels–with no “full-page spreads” like in the comicbooks. And yes, I wrote a bit more text and dialogue than he did… but that was partly because, otherwise, I wasn’t sure people could really follow the strip from day to day… or at least, no new readers would be brought in if it was hard to start reading the strip at any given point.

Mostly, though, Stan and I got along fine. For the most part, he liked what I submitted, accepted most (not all) of my ideas for stories… and until a few years ago often “suggested” (or insisted upon) alterations in them. For some years, he would rewrite a panel or balloon here and there, or even more… while other dailies or Sundays would sail through without a single word change.

The major change I tried to effect, after the first “Spider-Man” movie, was to go back to a time when MJ and Peter weren’t married. Stan agreed, and seemed halfway enthusiastic about the change at first, and we did one whole storyline (involving Electro) that way. But then Stan changed his mind, and I saw at once that I wouldn’t be able to change it back. So I wrote a “Dallas”-type scene in which Peter woke up (after going to sleep in Aunt May’s apartment as a single young man) to find himself married (again) to Mary Jane… and that’s the way we kept it from then on. Actually, I was increasingly happy with that, as an alternative to the bouncing around of the comicbooks, in which MJ and Peter totally forgot each other and their marriage, and who-knows-what occurred. Left increasingly to my own devices, and building on MJ’s modeling career in the comicbooks, I gradually took her from working in a computer store to becoming a Broadway star and movie actress, playing a super-heroine called “Marvella” (before the female Captain Marvel was a big deal, or maybe even was around at all)…but I kept her and Peter, somewhat incongruously, in their relatively small Manhattan apartment (except when they were in L.A., of course)… although they occasionally shopped around for something bigger.

In recent years, I had taken increasingly to using guest stars: Wolverine, Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow, Ant-Man, most recently Iron Fist and Luke Cage. We never bothered to try to follow the current Marvel continuity, which Stan didn’t want to do… the more so, I suppose, as from time to time it was given increasingly to violent wrenches and re-starts, such as when MJ and Peter were abruptly uncoupled. If there were eventually several Spider-Man universes in the comics (with different Spider-Men, a Spider-Girl, whatever), well, our comic strip universe was yet another one… just about the only one, in recent years, in which Peter and MJ were a married couple, continuing the original direction of decades of the comicbooks. We were all kind of proud of that.

When the strip died (i.e., was killed), the Mammon Theatre where MJ’s hit play was running was shuttered by damage (in a Spidey-related fight, of course), and “Marvella II” had flopped, so the two of them took off to Australia for a vacation, and I wrote a couple of weeks of a continuity (along with a full outline approved by Michael Kelly) involving the villain the Kangaroo. Then Marvel decided to kill the strip and not print the final couple of weeks, and I declined to rewrite the last published strip or two to turn it into a “goodbye” strip. My feeling was that I had accepted the snuffing of the strip, and didn’t take it personally… it was just a business move (although when I was told the strip was being killed I wasn’t told—perhaps because those who informed me didn’t know–that Marvel was planning to either revive the strip with a new team or to start a new strip that might not be a Spidey strip per se, but more the equivalent of DC’s latter-day successor to its Superman strip, The World’s Greatest Heroes, which had featured the whole panoply of DC heroes). I felt that I had written what I had written for the strip, and they were welcome to do whatever they wanted to with the script (as long as I was paid for what I had done, naturally), but I preferred never to touch it again. When I’m done with something, I’m done with something.

Alex Saviuk, bless him, graciously reworked the final strip to show the two of us in it, and to add a “‘Nuff Said!” headline on the Daily Bugle. He was perhaps a better sport about things than I was… and I admire him for that, since he had spent well over two decades penciling the Sunday Spider-Man and then had only recently been promoted to seven-days-a-week penciler… only to see the strip almost immediately canceled so that he was out of a regular gig. I hope he finds one. He deserves it.

Naturally, I was sorry to see the strip end (the more so because it signaled the finale of the only long-lasting adventure strip launched in the past half century), just at the time when I could finally have begun to receive on-strip credit for the work I did… although of course I did have that for two years on the Conan the Barbarian comic strip at the end of the 1970s. But at least, once Stan wrote vaguely, maybe a decade ago, in his introduction to the hardcover volume Marvel Visionaries: Roy Thomas, that I “help[ed]” him with the Spidey strip, everybody with half a brain knew what I was contributing to the strip anyway. That didn’t bother Stan, and it didn’t bother me. The strip was Stan’s, and I was happy to co-write or write it under his name… although I wouldn’t have been willing to go on writing it anonymously once he had passed on, had that alternative been suggested to me.

Working with Stan and Michael Kelly (as well as with Larry, Alex, and the ever-amiable Joe Sinnott–with Joe spelled occasionally by Jim Amash or Terry Austin) on the Spider-Man strip was an enjoyable experience, and I’m grateful to Stan for offering me that “pittance” back in 2000. The strip became the last of our many collaborations of one sort or other, which began when, in early July of 1965, I inherited a Modeling with Millie story that he had previously talked over (I suppose) with penciler Stan Goldberg.

Best wishes,

Roy Thomas

The LAST SPIDER-MAN Daily newspaper strip! It’s been a fabulous time for me being part of such an iconic character for so long. I’ve drawn Spider-Man in comics and newspapers for 32 years in a row and unless I get another crack at him NEXT year that run will come to an end. But I am digressing a bit; I’m here to talk about the newspaper strip which for me OFFICIALLY started in the spring of 1977 probably around April-May. I say OFFICIALLY because back in 1980 , John Romita, Sr. who was still drawing the entire strip at that time called me and asked if I had the time to ghost lay out some Sunday strips for him since he was incredibly busy with everything else he had on his plate for Marvel. John lived ( and still lives, I believe ) in the town next to mine on Long Island when I was there and I actually met him about 10 years earlier since I was in high school with his sons. ( that’s right, I went to high school with JR, Jr.— he IS four years younger than me to the day and when I was a senior he was a freshman and today looks 20 years younger than me!) I was in a club in school with the older son Victor who over time found out I was interested in drawing comics and came to me one day and said “… my father draws comics — would you like to meet him?” Of course I knew that but I would never impose. We met soon after that. What happened after that is another story!

BACK TO THE STRIP: I did at least 4 Sunday layouts for John on vellum tracing paper and he took it to the next level and beyond yet saving him a ton of time. I was really happy and excited just to be called to assist him , first of all, and then get the privilege and honor of working with one of my comic book artist “heroes”. IDW just recently published that volume of reprints and it was fun to see our collaborations again.

FORWARD to 1997: Ralph Macchio at Marvel calls me up and asks if I would be interested in penciling the Spider-Man Sunday strip since fill-in penciler old time artist Fred Kida wanted to leave. Of course I agreed — i would get to work directly with Stan Lee and Joe Sinnott! I put a package together of my Web Of Spider-Man and Spider-Man Adventures books and sent them to Stan. His assistant Mike Kelly called a few days later and said Stan liked the work but wanted to see how I would handle a “horizontal” strip in a six panel grid format. I admit I was a bit surprised by that request since with my 20 years of experience at that time I figured i showed what I can do in just the comic books. But I went ahead and penciled a six panel episode of an encounter with Spider-Man saving JJonah Jameson from a few muggers with the end panel having an ungrateful JJJ waving his fist at Spidey as he swung away from the scene. I sent that in and a few days days after returning home from running errands I found a message from Stan Lee on my answering machine. “ Hi, Alex… this is Stan Lee. I LOVE your work and I’d love to work with you. It doesn’t pay that much but think of the GLORY!” Actually the page rate was as much as I was making at the time so i couldn’t complain. No raise in 22 years ( but from what I understand things havent changed that much for mainstream freelancers even today. ) I got my first script a few days later and in May 1977 I penciled a Sunday in the middle of a Kingpin storyline which was inked by Joe Sinnott , lettered by Stan Sakai and was published in August 1977. Sundays were always drawn 3 months ahead of publication. What a rush to see those preview Xeroxes and then the colored version in the newspaper( which I had to hunt down ! There were no papers in Florida where I lived carrying the strip but the local Barnes & Noble sold out of town newspapers so I managed to find one that published the Sundays )

FORWARD to Feb 2003: Got a call asking me if I could ink a week of Dailies drawn by Larry Lieber because inker John Tartaglione needed to go to the hospital for a procedure. John ended up being OK after that week but I had a blast inking Larry’s pencils since I really never inked anybody else other my own pencils for my Web Of Spider-Man covers. Sadly that November , I got a call that John Tartaglione has passed away at 82 because he lost the fight with his particular illness. At the same time I was asked if I would be able to take over the inking of the Dailies. Affirmative….

FORWARD to July 2018: Larry Lieber wants to retire at 87 after 25+ years ( maybe 30+? ) and I inherit the penciling duties! Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I thought the Stan Lee would live forever especially since a few years ago when he got his pacemaker he felt he was the next Tony Stark and felt stronger than ever. Unfortunately and sadly as we all know , that didnt happen and Marvel decided the strip shouldn’t go on without STAN LEE at the helm. But I am forever in Stan Lee’s debt for having me join him, Joe Sinnott, Roy Thomas and letterers Stan Sakai, Kenny Lopez, and Janice Chiang for all these years in bringing our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to our readers each and every day for these months and years! It’s been a joy, an honor and privilege which I will never forget!

( I do want to add that since since the Sundays were done so far in advance there are TWO more Sundays that followed March 17 that we did together that are now considered to be officially UNPUBLISHED! )”

-Alex Saviuk

P.S. Putting aside how Roy got his timeline mixed up because the back int ime stuff happened in 2008 not 2002, and just so you heard it louder at the back, Stan Lee and Roy Thomas 100% didn’t care fro OMD and actively sought to keep the marriage in the comics.

#Spider-Man newspaper Strip #Amazing Spider-Man Newspaper Strip #Roy Thomas #Alex Saviuk #Stan Lee #spider-man #peter parker #mjwatsonedit #mary jane watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker

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6lueshift · 5 years

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Things better left unsaid

Before I start I wanted to apologize if they sound too ooc, it was my very first DX fanfic, I did it /for/ Christmas, got frustrated, gave up, but hhh it’s here for anyone who‘s interested :|

As usual there’s a pic at the end, bc I can’t write without drawing, so

I also apologize for the lack of digital content lately, I’m moving so I don’t actually have a desk to place my tablet rn etc etc have fun

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It was Christmas Eve at Sarif Industries and, as usual, the employees were split into two groups, the ones who would take the Christmas break and the ones who would wait a little bit further and go for the New Year’s break. The Christmas group would have to work on the New Year’s Eve, and vice-versa.

Jensen had actually no preferences, but since last year he took the Christmas break to spend the night with Megan, this year he just wasn’t in the mood, at all, not after what happened to him, to Megan. But he also didn’t want to spend his Christmas Eve alone in his apartment, bringing back memories of moments that would never return.

Just as last year, Sarif would leave a gift on the desk of each employee. A thin ornate box, covered in a cliché, red and green, paper. Just a small memento, probably another desk gadget, like a classy pen with Adam’s name carved on it, or something like that.

Even so, that wasn’t the only gift Adam got from his boss. Sarif himself showed up at Jensen’s office earlier the day and gave him a nice and old whiskey, that rather felt like an apology. He patted Jensen on the shoulder, with his usual nod followed by ‘son’, and left.

And still, those weren’t the only gifts he have received either. There were greeting cards, more boxes, some smaller and some larger... He felt like people actually enjoyed his presence, maybe they even liked it, or maybe he just took a lot of butts out of the line, and that — somehow — was his payment. He smirked shortly at the thought.

He felt like stretching a little, since he finally managed to clean his inbox. Jensen got up, only to notice that his limbs didn’t crack as they usually did back then, heh, having no bones and actual joints made things... boring. He remembered Megan rolling her eyes whenever he would start cracking his knuckles, ‘Jesus, Adam, that will pay off later, you know, right?’, how he wished she was right.

...

Two hours passed, and Jensen noticed a notification pop-up on his computer screen. ‘You have 1 new message(s)’, it said. The subject said ‘Merry Christmas’, he gave it a click.

‘Good evening,

I wish you all a wonderful Christmas, it is always a pleasure to work with you.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Regards,

Frank Pritchard, Sarif Industries Chief of Cyber-Security’

Oh. Jensen rapidly checked the digital clock, it marked five, six, minutes past midnight, officially Christmas. And Pritchard? Late. Five minutes late. Adam smirked quickly. The all mighty Pritchard didn’t seem to be that perfect, and now Jensen had an excuse to strike back the colleague’s incessant bickering. ‘Oh, really, Pritchard? At least I know how to program a message to be sent in the right time, and I didn’t have to spend my life in front of a computer screen to learn that. I’m talking about your late Christmas message, what a shame coming from our remarkable tech.’

It was all about bickering and he knew that, he refused to act like that in front of a kid, but not in front of Pritchard.

someone’s late for the party|

He typed and sent it without thinking twice, relaxing on his chair. That made him realize that not only he stayed for the Christmas Eve, but also did the tech. Jensen actually didn’t think of the colleague as a Christmas person, left alone a religious one, Pritchard was probably sending those due to the circumstances, it was Christmas and... he didn’t want to sound insensitive, although the tech’s e-mails always spread that same rough atmosphere.

That made Jensen realize that eight minutes have passed and, for his surprise, the tech was still silent, Pritchard usually answers his e-mails very quickly, paranoia? Probably.

‘K, you know what? It was pretty much boring at his office right now, just staring at an empty screen under half-lights... Maybe he could use some fresh air, go to the bar downstairs, see if he could use a drink or two. It was Christmas for fuck’s sake.

Jensen then took the stairs, reaching for the first floor, the chitchat coming from the hall was a lot louder there. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with a break desire after all.

He finally made to the bar close to the helipad, it was crowded with people. Such dedicated employees you have there, Sarif. ‘Merry Christmas’ he heard here and there, he’d wave and nod in response. Fuck. He forgot to bring some credit chip with him, the bar was cool and all that but still he had to pay to drink.

And back up to his office he went. He soon grabbed two credit chips he found there, he couldn’t actually remember the amount of credit he had left inside those. He also took the time to check his e-mails. Still no sign of the tech.

Just after leaving his office, his eyes stopped on Sarif’s whiskey. He let out a sigh at the unexpected thought, grabbing that damn bottle. It was supposed to be mine, he thought to himself, closing the door behind his back.

Just a level below, Adam wandered through the corridor, till his gaze stopped over the words ‘Tech Lab’. He sighed impatiently, again.

Reaching the lab entry, he immediately spotted a head followed by a ponytail. Pritchard seemed focused, way too focused to notice his presence. The tech’s fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, while the coffee mugs surrounding him made Adam lose count of them, twice.

It was... interesting to watch. Pritchard’s gaze was serious, and his fingers moved almost silently. It almost didn’t look like the tech had in fact such a stubborn personality. The scene was... peaceful. Adam watched Pritchard working for whole five-ish minutes.

He then approached with the bottle and glasses in hands, placing it in front of Pritchard’s chest. The tech jumped slightly from the chair. ‘Christ, Jensen, I’m working if you haven’t noticed.’

‘Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too.’, he pushed a chair he found next to the tech’s electric bike.

‘Spare me the sentimentalism, Jensen.’, Pritchard stretched his arms in front of the computer. ‘Also, thanks for reminding me not to ever bring a spare chair to my lab again, people seem to have the tendency of sitting on it simply because— it’s there.’

‘It’s a chair, Francis, that’s what people do.’, Jensen noticed the tech’s gaze wander from the whiskey bottle to his own eyes. ‘Oh and no need to quote Hamlet or god-knows-what you read just because I brought a whiskey with me.’

‘Only because it further proves that you have no knowledge in English literature?’, he crossed his legs, turning on his chair, facing Jensen. ‘Interesting how we always try to avoid our weaknesses.’

‘Interesting how inclusive you are tonight, Francis, talking about yourself as well.’

The tech got serious, folding his arms. ‘What do you want, Jensen?’, Adam smirked at his little victory.

‘I couldn’t help but notice the lack of Christmas gifts you got.’

‘Is that it? Well, excuse me if I’m not over 50% augmented and look edgy enough to get people’s attention.’

‘Easy, Francis.’, Jensen took the bottle in hands, pouring the liquid inside the glasses he brought with himself. He wasn’t actually looking for trouble right now.

‘I’m working right now, Jensen...’, Pritchard muttered while Adam took his hand in his, placing a glass in it.

‘Nah. Right now you’re drinking with me.’, he clinked the glasses, slowly taking a sip from his own right after that. ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘Mm— this one is...’ Pritchard mumbled, tasting the drink, lips moist. ‘... strong.’

‘Yeah, I know. Sarif never fails. Here.’ he once again took Pritchard’s hand, taking it away from the tech’s mouth. ‘You’re drinking way too fast. It’s whiskey, Pritchard, not a beer.’ He then took his own glass in one of his aug hands. ‘Smell it...’ he did so, eyes fixed on Pritchard’s ‘then take a sip,’ again he followed his own instructions. It took five seconds, he swallowed it ‘only then you swallow it.’

‘Oh, I hate what he’s turning you into.’ Pritchard looked away, rolling the glass with his hand.

‘Now what are you talking about?’ Adam put down his own whiskey.

‘Sarif. He’s teaching you everything. He’s turning you into a perfect copy of him, or at least he’s very close to.’

‘Spare me from your superstitions, Pritchard.’ He rolled his eyes.

‘You’re right... You’re right.’ the tech mumbled closing his eyes, bringing his glass to his mouth, tasting the whiskey silently. ‘Merry Christmas, Jensen.’ He whispered.

They drank in silence from then on, apart from their knees that now were awkwardly touching each other. Jensen would still avoid Pritchard’s gaze after what the tech said about him and Sarif. Ironic how Pritchard managed to fuck up the mood so easily, even when he tried his best to keep it cool between them.

Jensen couldn’t help but notice the colleague soften on his chair. The alcohol seemed to be spreading quickly. He jumped slightly after noticing the tech’s hand over his. His fingers were warm, carefully exploring the textures of his augmented hand.

‘I apologize for earlier. Some things are better left unsaid.’ the tech recomposed himself, taking his hand away from Adam’s, just to be stopped halfway.

‘Go on, it feels... nice.’

Pritchard was way too waisted to care. He kept stroking Adam’s hand, while his own would shake in some sort of anxiety. He was curious to see how far could this take him, but was also afraid of what Jensen would think of him.

In silence they stood. Adam would intertwine their fingers, feeling the warmth of Pritchard’s palm against his. Knees still against each other, feverish.

The tech once again pulled his own hand away, heart rushing, cheeks burning. His head was spinning when cold augmented hands pulled him closer, and lips were pressed together.

Pritchard fought for full five seconds, just to give in at the warmth of Jensen’s tongue. Desperate, he would allow himself to explore Jensen’s mouth, the scent of alcohol taking over him.

They would run out of breath too quickly, since their movements were completely out of sync, but neither of them cared to move away, breathing against each other’s skins, mouths agape, they would exchange kisses until their heartbeats were calm again.

‘I-I don’t know what just happened. I-I have work to do, Jensen, please.’ he looked away, pulling some of the bangs behind his ears, recomposing himself.

‘You’re drunk, Pritchard.’ Adam stood up. ‘But fine,’ he sighed ‘I’ll leave you to it.’ Adam couldn’t deny he wasn’t somehow affected by the whiskey as well, maybe not as much as his colleague, but still. He placed the chair back from where he took it, and headed to the door. ‘You sure you’re ok?’

‘I’m fine, Jensen, now just leave me, wouldn’t you?’ he would look anywhere but at Adam.

Jensen, however, approached him once more, the tech shaking on his chair, eyes wide open as Jensen came closer. ‘Forgot the bottle.’ He whispered against Pritchard’s ear, placing a teasing kiss on his neck, followed by a bite.

‘Jensen!’ Pritchard pushed him away, pulling the turtleneck higher.

‘Fuck... You’re too loud...’ he complained, one of the hands over his ear, taking the bottle and glasses away.

‘Christ’s sake...’ Pritchard muttered at last, head resting in one of his hands, while the other stroke the sloppy piece of skin.

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#jensard

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ivadeshin · 6 years

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molly & caleb first time w/ virgin!caleb?

The team starts to head upstairs to the inn’s rooms, Jester giggling and saying something to Beau. Caleb replays Molly’s words in his head, frowns, and then grabs Molly’s arm before he can get out of reach.

“Molly, you said the first- where are we sleeping?”

Molly tilts his head. “Here,” he says, gesturing around to The Cackling Kenku and then to the rooms upstairs. “I just handed out the keys. Are you alright?”

“No, I, ja, you gave Jester a key and said it was for her and Beau and Nott, and then you gave Fjord a key for a one-bed room at the end?” The math gets a little funny with Yasha only being an occasional body to account for, and Kiri finally being dropped off, but forgetting someone and yourself seems ridiculous.

Molly laughs and reaches into his pocket and then holds up a third key, red gaze glowing a little more than usual. “You really thought I forgot us?” His tone lowers. “The whole reason I offered to arrange the rooms was to make sure we’d finally get a…” His expression falters a little as he looks at Caleb. “Okay, I admit I wasn’t expecting that reaction when we finally got to a town and had a chance for privacy.”

Caleb can feel his face burning and he knows that whatever he looked like when Molly sensed his hesitance, he looks like a tomato right now. “I only…” His gaze drifts back up the stairs, replaying the scene in his head. The rest of the group went upstairs without questions because they know. He and Molly have been sneaking away for rushed kisses and fumblings for almost a week now on the road. Why did he think he’d gotten it past them? Why did he assume that just because they hadn’t asked, that they hadn’t read it on his face and-

“…can get another very easily, or upgrade to one with two. They aren’t very busy.”

Molly has been talking. Caleb blinks rapidly and a line forms between Molly’s brows.

“Caleb, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” As a noisy dwarf shuffles past them and down to the pub, Molly draws himself up a little and seems to decide that this isn’t a great place for an intimate conversation. “We can talk about it later if you like. For now, I’ll go upgr- no, I’ll go get a second room. You keep this one, it’s the single at the end on the right.” Molly flips the key back and forth between his fingers in a nervous tic before handing it over for Caleb to take.

Caleb looks down at it. “Wir können- we can, we can talk in the room,” he says, and forces his feet up the stairs and pointedly not taking the key.

He’s halfway up the staircase before he hears Mollymauk’s boots behind him, not rushing to catch up. This gives him a little time to get his verdammt head in order so he can speak properly. Not only does everything have to be in Common, but he needs to actually get through the embarrassing parts of this or Mollymauk will think that he rushed Caleb or pushed him into something, and that, that is definitely worse.

Caleb stands outside the room and waits as Molly slips in beside him to silently open the door, hold it for Caleb, and shut it behind them both with a click of the lock. He’s standing very still like someone who’s ready to get bad news.

“I am very scared of this,” Caleb enunciates slowly, and Molly’s brows raise as if that wasn’t what he was expecting. Caleb gives Molly a moment to respond, but he’s blessedly silent, so Caleb forces himself onward: “You have not done wrong by me and it is not… about something you have done. I was scared before you, less scared now, now that I know you and we… we are close.” He pushes the heel of his hand across his brow. “For a long time I had many people with a lot of power over me who did not actually have my best interests at heart.”

“If you need time, or… Caleb, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He smiles crookedly, but Caleb’s known him long enough to know it’s a show. “As much as I love pushing you up against trees, it’s only fun if you like it too.”

“I do,” Caleb says, a little too forcefully, and flinches. “I think you are a very strange and very attractive man who I can trust, and, and I have been very nervous about admitting to you that I have no idea what I am doing.”

“You’ve never been with a man?”

“With a - with anyone, Mollymauk, I have not ever managed to let my walls down enough to be with anyone.” He turns now, hiding the heat in his face by looking out the window. It’s a very dirty pane of glass, overlooking the wooden panels on the butcher shop next door. Not much to focus on.

“How ‘with anyone’ are we talking about, here?” Molly is very quiet.

Caleb crosses his arms across his chest. “I think that night with your hand up my shirt and our hips rocking together was… probably the most ‘exciting’ thing I have done.” He hears a long exhale behind him. “What?”

“I thought you were cursed,” Molly says through a laugh. “Or maybe I’d been too presumptuous and pissed you off, I didn’t - Caleb, darling, were you worried that I wouldn’t want a virgin or that I wouldn’t want to take it as slow as you need?”

“Both,” Caleb replies, as if Molly just asked him if people need food or water to survive.

Molly leans back against the door and runs his fingers through his hair, relief playing on his face. “Okay. No more panic. Everything is actually fine.”

“You really thought I was cursed?”

“Well, you were so responsive when we kissed and felt each other up, and downstairs just now, it was like - like I’d signed your death warrant.”

Caleb swallows. “I might be awful.”

“Nobody’s perfect their first time.”

“I might not be able to handle something and we might need to stop.”

“That’s completely normal, sweetheart.”

Caleb thinks further. “Jester still says I smell.”

“You haven’t smelled since we started going to bath houses together. She just keeps saying that because she knows it annoys you.”

Caleb crosses his arms again. “It does.”

Molly laughs again, crossing the room and putting his hands on Caleb’s shoulders before leaning in for a gentle kiss on his cheek. “We can kiss more tonight,” he murmurs. “Or just hold each other in bed. Or I can still get another room. It’s all fine.”

Caleb feels himself deflating a little. “I really don’t know what I am doing,” he mumbles against Molly’s neck.

“Stop worrying so much and come cuddle with me under the blankets.”

#critical role #widowmauk #caleb widogast #Anonymous #mollymauk tealeaf #critical fic

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neroli9 · 6 years

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APJFM update, and two snippets

Sorry it's taken so long! Chapter 37 is out to my beta readers, and I hope to have it posted within a week or two. It's one of those chapters which used to be one chapter, then it turned into two. That means that chapter 38 shouldn't take all that long -- all I really have to do is rewrite a sex scene.

The APJFM Discord server is all kinds of fun, with several channels where we talk about APJFM, writing, cats and how much we hate Jerren. (Yes, except for @kenyaketchup, hello, I see you.) We did some writing prompts recently, thanks to @peonylanterns: the first one was "write an unsexy sex scene" and the second was "write a scene that includes an awful cosmo sex tip." So, under the cut, my contributions... if you want to read any from other writers, or join in the fun yourself, you'll have to join my discord server!

As Sans and Reader look over the prompt, Sans chuckles. "unsexiest sex scene my bony ass. all of our sex scenes are sexy. even the ones where you fart.”

"I— I haven’t farted in our sex scenes," Reader stammers.

"sure you do. you just think i don’t notice if you’re halfway across the room. but..." Sans taps the bone next to his nasal cavity. "magical senses, remember? i notice. and it’s like..." He shakes his head. "whew. concentrated dose of humanity, right there."

"But you’re into humans," Reader responds with some acerbity. "Do you get off on that?"

"we went over that in chapter 37, dont’cha remember?"

"They haven’t read 37 yet."

"then they’re dying for a sex scene with us, aren��t they?" He reaches for Reader and places her in his lap. "you know what they say, give the people what they want."

"But they want unsexy. How do you propose we do that?"

"go fetch me some whiskey."

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You’re sitting on the couch with Sans, straddling him and leisurely stroking his cock. He leans back, growling with pleasure. He’s several shots of monster whiskey into the evening, and you’re on your second glass of wine. Now feels like the right time to ask something you’ve been curious about. You lean forward, trailing your fingers down his cheekbone.

"Can you, uh... can you make it bigger?"

He chuckles. "c’mon sweetheart, that’s easy," he mumbles, his speech slurred. "bigger, she says. like ‘s hard or something." His cock under your hand grows longer and larger around, and you feel a tight, slick feeling in your vulva as you imagine it being forced into you.

You tighten your fingers around it and start jacking him off quickly. "Oh God Sans, that’s so—"

"bigger," he mumbles with a contemptuous air. "you’ve got— you’ve got no fuckin’ idea—" The cock under your hand continues to grow, and you squeal and scramble off his lap as it becomes the size of a baseball bat. "took so much damn work to make it right. t’ do the thing where it’s all hard on the inside but kinda squishy on the outside." He slaps his hand over the gigantic cock and starts shuffling it up and down. "t’ give the head the right kinda springy, squishy feeling. y’ever really just felt the head? s’ perfect.”

You give the head a tentative poke. "It really is perfect. Uh, can you go back to..."

He doesn’t seem to be listening. "an’ the hardest part was redirecting my normal orgasm response through this fucker so it comes out like—” He mimics a splurt of semen coming from the tip of the penis. “i had to practice so it was automatic, ‘stead of just all through my magic like usual. ‘s a fuckin’ weird feeling. never gets any less weird. so y’know what? just making it bigger, that’s nothing. hell, i can go bigger than this.” The cock balloons until it’s the size of a tree trunk. Its base covers his whole pelvis, and he has to sit with his legs spread to accommodate it. Its tip bobs above your head. He folds his arms behind his head and looks on with satisfaction. “now THAT’S a cock. like to see anyone else make a cock like that. c’mon sweetheart, take a ride.”

"Uh, Sans, that is not going in me..."

"here, like this." He beckons you to him, pushing his cock down to make room for you to sit right on top of it, your ass against his spine. It springs back up when he lets go, bopping you in the nose. "shit.”

You rub your nose. "I, uh, I’m ok..." And thank God for that. You couldn’t live with the indignity of having your nose broken by a gigantic magic cock. "Here... like this?" You adjust yourself over the cock, placing both hands on it.

“fuck. that’s good.” You give the side of his gigantic cock a tentative stroke, and he shudders. “that’s REALLY good.”

You slide your hand to the base of his cock, stroking it up and down. Then you lean forward, settling your weight against it and holding on with your thighs, and give it a hug. "It’s kinda like a big stuffed bear," you mumble. "Or a missile. You know, like that movie—"

"’s anachronistic. don’t think ‘bout it too hard, you’ll hit the fourth wall."

"Ok," you reply, giggling drunkenly. "How ‘bout if I..." You bring your lips to the gigantic shaft, kissing it delicately at first. Encouraged by his groans, you run your tongue up a few inches of shaft. Although you’re only licking a tiny part of the gigantic cock, his response turns you on, and soon you’re pressing it all the harder between your thighs, your tits and belly resting on it as you stroke it up and down the shaft with both hands and lick it with all your energy.

Sans groans underneath you, giving your ass a good spank from time to time. You giggle, and he mumbles "what’s so funny?"

"It’s like trying to seduce a telephone pole," you mumble between kisses.

"lemme tell ya babe, you’re something to phone home ‘bout.”

"I got your number," you giggle, giving the underside of his cock an affectionate pat.

"fuck... too damn right ya do," he groans, holding your ass with both hands and squeezing as you continue lavishing affection on his gigantic cock. You rub your hands from the base all the way to the tip, stretching to run your fingers over the slit, then focus your attention on licking the shaft, covering a portion of the outsized cock with saliva. "oh god, you dirty little human," he mumbles, his body tensing up. Cum spurts out of the gigantic tip and down the shaft, soaking your hands and landing on your head.

His grip on your ass slackens just as his cock vanishes, and you tumble to the ground, falling on your face in front of him. Damn, you forgot that detail! Your knees and palms feel raw from rug burn, and you make a show of groaning as you get back to your feet.

He doesn’t even notice. He’s slumped against the couch, perfectly still, with a blissed-out smile on his face.

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Snippet #2...

Sans and Reader scroll through the list of sex tips.

"donuts? kid, i'll go buy you a dozen donuts right now if you promise never to put any on my dick."

"Seriously? Sure, I promise," she answers, laughing. She continues scrolling as Sans vanishes. "Pepper under his nose... Does Sans even sneeze? Now I'm curious, but I don't think I want to choose the moment right before he comes to find out. Doing yoga, now that's anachronistic as hell... twist his cock? Am I reading that right?"

Sans pops back, holding a box of donuts, and Reader opens it up and takes one. "Thanks for getting me donuts for promising something I'd never do anyway."

"anytime." Sans takes over scrolling. "blindfold myself... hell no, i like the view. caviar --"

"No caviar," Reader says between donut bites.

"no caviar," Sans answers with a shrug. "how 'bout this one?"

Reader's eyebrows go up as she reads the tip. "Rhinestones and body glue...?" She looks down at her breasts and winces.

"can't imagine how that's any more attractive than whatcha already got," Sans answers. "i mean, they're tits. tits don't need improvement." He continues reading, squinting at the screen. "like you're opening a jar? that just sounds painful."

"I could try it," Reader says, her mouth full of donut.

"or not," Sans grumbles. "bedroom burrito..."

"That one was actually cute in that one story," Reader says, her eyes lighting up.

"good, then we don't have to do it too. beer facial? no thanks."

"What, you don't want to make your skull nice and soft?" "sounds like a nightmare. cook topless... hey, that has possibilities."

Reader leans in to read the entry, then shudders. "Yeah, nothing's sexier than burning my nipple off with tomato sauce. Except maybe smacking you all over with a fork." She reaches for another donut. "See how I'm devouring this donut? That's how I'm going to devour you," she says in a comically high, breathy voice.

"wow. just wow."

"Do I get ice cream, too, if I promise never to feed it to you in the dark?"

"if ya want."

"Maybe next time," she says, scrolling down. "Aw, this one is kinda cute, quizzing you on... what you know about me..." Her voice trails off, and the two of them look at each other blankly.

"you, uh... you like movies..." Sans offers. "and sweets. and opera. and, uh... you got a green soul, an' five letters in your name."

Reader raises an eyebrow. "Two hundred forty-six thousand two hundred and forty-one words, and we're still basically acquaintances."

"you like to draw, right?" He shakes his head. "who am i kidding. ya do that game with me and i'd be so covered with wax you could draw a thread up my spine an' make me into a candle."

There's an awkward silence. Reader takes another donut and bites into it as she scrolls down. "How about I just slap your dick around instead?"

"that sounds infinitely less awkward."

*******

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killjoy-loveit · 6 years

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Hack This Part 9

A/N: You may or may not know the drill by now, but here it is anyways: this is in 1st POV (like my other stuff), I hope it will be 10 parts (if it isn’t I will make it very clear), and I would also like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction. When mature content starts it will be denoted with ***

Summary: Reina almost loses hope for receiving the file, and her feelings are laid bare.

Word Count: 2,175

Bonus Scene

Profanity/MATURE CONTENT Warning!

***Do NOT read if you are uncomfortable with sexual content!

I didn’t hear from Noah for two weeks. Two weeks. The only option was to assume she got caught and for some reason that left my stomach in knots. My one chance of getting Z’s file was obliterated, just like that, and it was killing me. Now I would have to find some other way to get to it, if there even was a way and this wasn’t just some hopeless fools errand. I think I might have to get Z involved, it might be the only way now, as much as it pains me to admit.

“Z?” I call out, stepping into the living room.

“Yeah?” He answers back, sticking his head out from the archway of the kitchen.

“I need to talk to you.”

Z moves out of the kitchen hesitantly. “This doesn’t sound like a good thing. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing like that, Z. It’s- it’s something I did. Something I need your help with.”

A frown replaces the unease on his face as he makes his way over to me, taking my hands in his. “What is it?”

“I--.” I get cut off by the abrupt ringing of my phone. Pulling it out of my pocket, completely prepared to silence it, or shut it off entirely, but the name lighting up the screen made me freeze. In that moment I forgot about Z’s presence, hurriedly answering the phone and pressing it to my ear. “Noah?”

“Thought I was dead didn’t you?” Her snarky tone came across the line.

“Yes, actually.” I murmur, looking up at Z’s face at the squeeze from his hands.

“I got the file. It took longer than I thought it would. I slipped into the mailbox of your apartment ten minutes ago. That’s it, the life debt has been repaid.”

I whisper into the phone. “Thank you.” The line went dead.

“Why was Noah calling you?” Z questioned, tilting his head.

“She-she was doing me a favor, I guess.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “So, um, what were you gonna tell me?”

“It can wait, there’s something I need to do now.” I say, slipping my hand from his and rushing out of the apartment.

The file had everything. Everything. Names, numbers, amounts, locations, how much of the debt has been paid off, how much is left, and every job Z has ever worked. It was a crazy amount now, that much was for sure, what with the interest rates being extremely high. The time it would take to gather the amount to cover this debt would be a while, especially if I didn’t want to draw any attention to us. I would need at least three weeks to accomplish this, and that infuriated me because I just wanted this over and done with.

For the past week and a half I barely left my room, only leaving to get food and energy drinks. And then I was right back at the computer, coding until my vision swam. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but finally getting this done. The relief it would be, how amazing to be free once again. For him at least, there was no way I’d be let go without a fight, they’d probably rather kill me first. This was the one thing I could do for him though, give him freedom from this life, the freedom to live how he wanted now.

I was about halfway through hacking into a very-well off businessman’s bank account- he wouldn’t miss a couple million dollars, not with how much he had stored away. When the door to my room burst open, revealing Z who looked quite frustrated about something. He stood there for a second, his eyes locked onto mine, and appeared quite domineering in the small doorway. Then he moved forward until he was right in front of where I sat, towering over me.

“I got a call from Noah.” He finally said after what felt like hours.

Panic rose in my chest, she wouldn’t tell him about what I’d asked her to do would she? As if he could sense my thoughts, Z laughed, nodding his head lightly.

“She asked me if that file had been able to help with my situation. I didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then she kindly explained it to me.” Z turned, his feet carrying him across my room. He kept going like that, pacing in order to piece together his thoughts so he could form a coherent sentence. “You had her risk her life to get my damn file. Why? Why was it so important, Reina?”

I froze in my seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Z this upset about something I’ve done before. “I-I needed the file, Z. Your file is practically your life, and she said you saved Jongup’s life and for that she owed you. A life for a life!” I cry out in a weak attempt at an explanation for my actions.

His head snapped towards me, and he stalked forward, his stare burning holes into my skull. “A life for a life? This isn’t 17th century B.C.E, normal people don’t live by those rules anymore! She could have died, Reina! Do you understand that?” Z shouted, the veins in his throat making an appearance and letting me know just how upset he was.

By this point I was getting frustrated, tears had welled up in my eyes due to this frustration. “I know what could have happened! I’m not an idiot, Z. But when it comes down to it, the question to me was who is more important? Some girl I don’t know, or the guy who saved my life? It’s a no-brainer! Not when the guy in that question makes me feel safe, and makes me feel happy for the first time I can remember in years! To me, your life was more important, can’t you see that?” Tears streamed down my face as I spoke, the internal dam I built keeping them at bay having broke at his crushing words.

Z froze, my words sending him into a stupor. “Wait, wait. What? Could you please repeat that?”

“Which part? The part where I said you make me feel safe and happy? Or the fact that I find your life is more important?”

The anger faded from his face, a small smile appearing. “That’s it. The part where I make you feel safe and happy. Really?”

I let out a short laugh, choking softly on my tears. “How many times will I have to repeat myself? Yes, you make me feel safe, and happier than I have been in years. You-it’s so stupid, but you’ve become my sense of security, and you make me feel at ease, comfortable. I trust you. God, I’m such an idiot for admitting this.”

I spin the chair around, not wanting to face him after baring my feelings like that. Hands on the back of the chair spun it back around to face him. His eyes were intense with some unknown emotion, it was a fire burning deep in them, seeming like it might jump out and swallow me whole. I kind of wanted that, for the fire in him to burn me up. What would it be like to be consumed like that? Would I cease to exist the second the fire’s put out? Or would I emerge a new person, a phoenix from the ashes?

Z reached down, pulling me to my feet. “I can’t believe you feel that way.” He breathed out. “Because, damn, you make me feel almost the exact same way. You made me realize that I am not who this life made me become, you help me with that every day. Just with a smile or your snippy comments. Fuck, you make me so happy.”

Without any warning his lips were pressed against mine the second he stopped talking. The kiss started slowly, a gentle pressure against my lips. Then it turned heated, his tongue slipping into my mouth to deepen the kiss, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. A soft sigh escaped me when he finally broke from the kiss to take a breath, but he didn’t pause long, his lips went right to my neck not a few seconds later. My hands lifted up to thread through his hair, bringing his face back to mine. Our eyes met and I felt that connection I already had with him get stronger, pulling us closer together.

“Take your shirt off.” I whispered, a faint blush rising to my cheeks.

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There was no hesitation from him as he yanked his shirt over his head, but then he smirked at me, giving me a heated look. I knew what he wanted- my shirt off as well. That was something I could do, the material slipped over my shoulders, leaving me in my bra and jeans. Then just like that we were once more attached at the mouth in a heated kiss. There was no real battle for dominance in this, just a sense of the two of us working in tandem. I was becoming impatient though, the fire boiling in my veins and pooling in my nether regions making me needy.

My hand slid down his torso, coming to rest on his crotch, giving it a quick rub to which he bucked his hips in response. With that simple action, everything seemed to fast forward. One minute we were standing there making out with our shirts off, and the next we were both stripped naked laying haphazardly on the bed. His hands were exploring my body, squeezing, pinching and caressing, while his mouth made its own exploration with licks and bites. Of course I was going through the exact same exploration process with him, I wanted to know what made him tick. No, I needed to know what made him tick.

With a particularly harsh pull of his erection, he let out a hiss, hips bucking up into my hand. “I need to know how far you want to take this… I don’t know how much more I can take.” Z grunted, his lips leaving my neck.

I released his cock, my hands coming up to cup his face, making him look at me. “I want you. All of you. Right now.”

All trepidation of this situation left him, and warmth filled my chest at his worry for me. Though that warmth soon disappeared as his fingers circled my clit, and one pumped inside me. A moan slipped from my throat at his ministrations. After the addition of a few more fingers, he determined I was ready. As he hovered over me, lining himself up with my wet heat, a look passed over his face. One that showed concern, happiness, and, I think, serenity. It was brief and quickly replaced once again by lust, but I knew what I’d seen.

I cried out at his first thrust, hands clutching his shoulders desperately, willing myself to adjust quickly. “Move.” I panted out after a minute passed of him keeping still as a statue. Just like that the spell was broken, and Z began fucking me in earnest. His hips snapping into mine, driving me deeper into the mattress. Breathless moans were all I could manage at this point, with my head tossed back on the pillows, eyes half-lidded as I kept my gaze locked on his face. An assortment of grunts, groans and curses left him as he sped up, pounding harder and deeper into me.

“F-Fuck! Right there!” I cry out as he hits my g-spot.

He continues to fuck into me, hitting that one spot just as I asked, causing my orgasm to come crashing down on me without warning. My body quivers and shakes, muscles clenching around him as he continued to buck into me, trying to find his release. It didn’t take long either, not with the added constriction of my orgasm urging him on. Z shifted over so he was lying next to me, the sounds of our heavy breathing being the only things to fill the silence.

My eyes shut instinctively as exhaustion washed over me. I hadn’t been taking proper care of myself recently, too focused on fixing Z’s situation. Sleep would be really good right now, and I had almost completely drifted off when I felt a cool, wet cloth on my body. I opened my eyes in irritation, upset that such beautiful sleep had been taken from me. But I couldn’t really be mad at him, he was just helping, trying to make me feel more comfortable.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep.” He murmured after he put the cloth back into my bathroom, crawling into bed beside me. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest, and I knew then, I would have no trouble staying asleep. I nuzzled my head into his chest, letting his warmth envelope me, and promptly fell asleep.

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manicalicorn-art · 6 years

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2017 Writing Round-Up

source: https://trey.dreamwidth.org/584.html

Total year-long word count: 16,200

Word count by fandom:

BnHA: 12858

Assassin’s Creed: 2562

Original: 780

Fics completed: 3 oneshots

Works-in-progress: 2

This year I wrote and posted:

He Woke to Fire chapter 2

Rocket

What Goes Around chapters 1 thru 4

Wind

Slut Shaming

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?

Way, way more. I only started on He Woke To Fire last year, expecting it to be a short two-shot. Now not only has it evolved into a 4+ chapter fic, I also got into BnHA and have been inundated with new fic ideas and have actually, for the first time in my life, started organising and planning my fics in earnest. I only expected to write one (1) short little chapter for HWtF this year, and like. Look at that.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Fandom: BnHA!! I actually got into it because I saw an artist that I followed from another fandom drawing tododeku fanart and I was like ???? I’ve seen the split-hair guy around what show is this? and that was the first actual post that I saw having the title of the anime on it. I didn’t expect to fall as in love with it as I did, because I’ve been getting tired of shounen tropes, but BnHA has some really fresh takes on ideas and is quite self-aware/genre-savvy/trope-subverting on many fronts so I enjoyed it immensely.

Pairing: TodoBaku. I haven’t actually posted any todobakus, but I have been writing quite a few snippets here and there. As mentioned above I got into BnHA fully prepared to ship tododeku. Bakugou was introduced and I was like “Hah rival character I’m sure there’s BakuDekus out there” and I was right, and I did like it, because I like rivalships, so that was expected. Then while browsing BakuDekus I found KiriBakus and read a few and I was like “cute but why” so I went on watching the anime and reading the manga expecting to start shipping the KiriBakus any day now but I was,,,, still not shipping both tododeku and kiribaku. On the other hand, the Sports Fest happened and I had a sudden ‘oh hey imagine todobaku lol’ and then immediately after went ‘!!!oh hEY IMAGINE TODOBAKU!!!’ and here we are lmao.

I wrote fluff. I’m not kidding, this was the weirdest direction I’ve ever taken my writing. I’ve been a consummate angst slut ever since I fuckin knew how to read, and while I do read the Simple Fluff stories every now and again, they’ve never been things that truly made me happy as a reader. So the fact that I’m writing what’s basically a pure-hearted friendship fic is... mind-boggling to me, both as a reader and a writer.

What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?

Oh... this one’s hard, but I guess He Woke to Fire wins that spot. For one, it’s angst, and I’m an angst whore. For another, it’s a canon-divergence centred around the death of the main character before the story even began, which has seriously been fascinating (and it also gave me a long existential crisis at one point) to contemplate. Further, the substitute main character is a canon character who got like, two speaking lines and half a minute of screentime before dying unceremoniously, so it’s really given me a real mental workout trying to flesh out his character. Lastly, there’s a lot of psychological, ideological, and philosophical themes in original canon that by necessity needed to be addressed and recontextualised in order to suit this new AU, and I think I handled it fairly well so I’m really proud of that!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Writing fluff. As mentioned, I have literally never touched fluff ever in my (admittedly sparse) writing history. It has posed an interesting challenge in the form of needing to really think about ways to throw complications in the plot and resolving them without emotionally or physically traumatising the characters in any significant measure.

Character voice switching and a large cast. Really getting into multiple characters’ heads, understanding their personalities, strengths and weaknesses, asking myself ‘why is this character taking up this narrative role and not this other one?’ and trying to overcome biases for my faves. It’s not really an epic, and the background characters remain in the background even if they do do things, but I think I’ve gotten a little better at a more holistic approach to writing multiple characters.

Your best story of this year: hhHHHH He Woke to Fire. Makes me so happy.

Your most popular story of this year: (Based on AO3 stat numbers) that would be What Goes Around with 271 Kudos, 33 comment threads, 54 bookmarks, 112 subscriptions, and 2053 hits. I am... speechless. Thank you all so much.

Story of yours most under-appreciated by the universe, in your opinion:

Rocket. C’mon guys. Why have the parallels between Uraraka’s anti-gravity powers and Bakugou’s blasting powers and outer space travel never been talked about? Bakugou’s a literal human rocketship; why would he ever be afraid of Uraraka’s Quirk????

Most fun story to write:

... I had to resist the urge to simply answer this with ‘writing is not fun’ because I get writer’s block really really quickly. I second-guess every plot point as soon as I put it down and I struggle through every line. I write because I want need these stories to exist, not because I enjoy the process of writing. BUT I won’t be a cop-out so I’ll make an actual selection here: Rocket, because fight scenes are fun to imagine. Even if the point of this fight scene was that it wasn’t much of a fight.

Story with the single sexiest moment: The legend of Altaïr’s soul and the djinn beneath the waves in He Woke to Fire. I don’t care if ‘sexiest’ here was meant to refer to literal sexual themes I’m just taking it as ‘moment that made me the happiest’. The invention of this single legend allowed me to talk about a lot of aspects of Altaïr (his immense combat prowess, his cold personality, his fear of water, his death by suffocation) in metaphorical and mythical ways throughout the story and I’m very happy I came up with it by myself.

Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Thing is, I am well aware of how fucking messed up my imagination can get, so there’s literally nothing I can come up with that would surprise me or anyone who knows me. He Woke to Fire is the most thematically heavy and graphic one I have published I guess.

Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters: HWtF again. Like I said, it actually gave me an existential crisis that lasted practically a whole year because I realised halfway through that I was writing the story as though Kadar was just a cuter Altaïr, which he is obviously not. So I had to go back and replan the entire fic again which then made me introduce Maria as a major character, then I had another crisis because I actually hate the way Maria has been portrayed and treated in canon (and a lot of fanon too for that matter). So I had to really sit down and think about a way to reinvent her in a satisfactory manner for this fic. I’m still not entirely sure that I’ve got it, for either of them, but goddamn have I had to try.

Hardest story to write: HWtF, see above.

Biggest disappointment: The third chapter of What Goes Around. The writing there feels so stilted and forced, and a lot of the rhythm/word flows/pacing is very repetitive. Despite knowing exactly what I wanted to have happen, I struggled through the entire chapter and it shows.

Biggest surprise: Second chapter of WGA, that I wrote in the same sitting as the first chapter, that I wrote in the same sitting as the second chapter of HWtF. It was the easiest time of writing that I have ever had in my life ever and I didn’t even have to think - except for like, once, when I forgot to mention a detail I thought I had already written but I hadn’t actually so I had to backtrack a couple lines. And usually when I write that fast and fluidly, I’ll come back and read it later and find holes and logic errors and sections of senselessness but nope. It’s completely coherent. I have never written like that before or since.

Most unintentionally telling story: Probably What Goes Around. I generally try to mention every single student of 1A at least once, and Todoroki’s part in the story was supposed to be limited to that single incident with Tsuyu and then he was done. But he’s kept popping back in in subsequent chapters like a creepy stalker because my ridiculous TodoBaku-shipping heart just wants them to interact more goddamnit. Now I’ve just accepted that in the WGA canon, Todoroki has a crush on Bakugou and is actually following him around like a lovesick puppy and Bakugou just hasn’t really noticed.

Favorite opening line(s): From Wind: A wind. There’s a wind that blows across the land, a soft sigh on the bright sand.

Favorite closing line(s): From He Woke to Fire: “You’re not real,” Malik says with heartbreak in his voice. “I’m not,” the vision of Altaïr says with Altaïr’s voice, sounding surprised Malik could tell. Then with eyes glowing gold, reaches out a hand to caress Malik’s face, “but you could be happy here with me.” Tears slip down Malik’s cheek as he leans forward to catch ‘Altaïr’s lips in a kiss. “I couldn’t,” he says, voice breaking, arms wrapped bone-crushingly tight around ‘Altaïr’, “but by Allah I wish I could.”

Favorite 5 line(s) from anywhere: From What Goes Around: Katsuki took his food seriously. His old man had what his mum called the ‘art student diet’ where he, if left to his own devices, would just eat four boxes of chicken nuggets at three AM in the morning and completely forgo lunch and dinner, and it pissed her off to no end. So she had Katsuki trained to cook as well as she could (if not better) so that he could force his dumbass dad to eat a decent meal every once in a while whenever she had to go out for a shoot. Sixteen years of life and nearly ten whole years of (violent) culinary training later, Katsuki figured he knew his way around food. Whatever this… stuff was? Not food. He had to close the fridge door and spend a few minutes just breathing because no. Just. Holy shit, no.

This one’s my favourite because it’s me calling myself (and several other people I know *cough*) out for our garbage ‘art student diet’ while also talking about the BakuParents.

Top 5 scenes from anywhere you would choose to have illustrated:

He Woke to Fire: Altaïr gasping and dying in the sealed cavern, desperately trying to claw his way out till his fingernails are bloody, then scratched off, the dying firelight and the scattered corpses around him.

He Woke to Fire: Kadar clinging gracelessly like a worm to a rafter, looking over at Altaïr in the high narrow room, and seeing birds in cages.

He Woke to Fire: A badass Kadar with hardened eyes, wielding the eagle-pommel sword - Altaïr’s sword.

What Goes Around: Bakugou, so sleepy he can barely keep himself upright, exhausted and rumpled from hard work, giving a jittery Kaminari a one-armed hug until he calms down and feels comfortable in his own skin again.

Rocket: I would love to see this entire ‘fight’ animated but in particular, the part where Bakugou is just grumpily drifting along in the air waiting to be declared the winner.

Fic-writing goals for next year:

Finish HWtF and WGA. They’re my first proper multi-chapters and I do actually kind of know how they’re supposed to end as well as sort of how to get there, so I really want to see them through (as well as not being a dick and leaving my readers hanging)

bktd week. I actually have all the lore and outlines ready, and the outlines have (almost) all the dialogue already written. So hopefully I can actually see it through, and on time for the week.

Start working through my Endless Prompt List which is mostly self-prompts. I’ve taken screenshots of my yelling in great detail about many many ideas and filed them neatly away in the hopes that I actually get around to writing them. My final year in university starts in the second half of 2018, and I’ll be busy with my graduation projection and other important school work, and preparing my animation portfolios and showreels for future employment, and I’ll hopefully be able to get an internship which will be really taxing... So I don’t have very high hopes in terms of my writing for the next two years. Writing’s only a hobby that’s just simply neither important nor urgent in the grand scheme of my life so it’ll have to take a backseat.

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pinktatertots99 · 7 years

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an artist, through and through

ok I'm gonna write something that's actually good (HAH yeah right) and to do that, I'm writing about a ship that, oddly enough doesn't get a lot of attention.

story takes place years after nanba. nico and rock are around their late 20's in this. (26/27 and 29.)

warning for swearing (obviously) and a suggestive/slightly nsfw scene later. note: the lines that come in the middle are to symbolize a scene taking place shortly after the first scene. (kinda similar to how the series and many other animes do.) and the one in the middle is to symbolize that the next part takes place on another day. (hopefully this makes sense lol sorry if it doesn't).

(name of the fic is a lyric to a ken ashcorp song. guess what it is~)

the scratching of a pen filled the mostly quiet room as nico sketched on the piece of paper on his desk. said desk was scattered with finished colored pages, other blank drawing pages for later, pencils, pens, a corkboard with pictures and sticky notes and a lamp that was located above the piece of paper he had.

despite being completely concentrated with the piece, his ears perked at the sudden sound of keys jingling from the other side of the door. he continued to stay focused though as he heard the door unlock and slowly crack open, and then fully open, the door silently, or as silently as it could be closing, and light tiptoeing of work boots on the floor.

"I can hear you." he said. the boots stopped instantly. "sorry. didn't know if you were busy inking or somethin'." rock replied, heavy footsteps moving to the back of nico's chair, strong and hairy arms coming down on him and slowly encircling him.

he stopped the strokes he was doing to put his hands on said arms. "so, this the new chapter?"

"yep! I'm halfway there!" he announced throwing a fist in the air.

"so you gonna let me take a peek?" rock asked tilting his head to see the page. nico huffed his cheeks out. "no! that'd be spoilers! and I'm NOT gonna let you see till it's done!"

"aw c'mon. just a little peak?" he teased. nico threw his hands in the air to his face, trying to keep him from looking any closer. "AAAAAUUUUUGH NOOOOOO!"

_____

"by the way, I gotta go to a store. can you come with me?"

"sure."

at that nico went to take out a pair of sweat pants, a hoodie, sunglasses, gloves, and a medical mask. why didn't he ask him after he got in his disguise? he thought to himself.

after nico prepared himself the two were off. all of this was so weird to rock as they walked. he knew nico's fixation on manga and anime and comics would leave him inspired to make something, but he along with the rest of the guys never thought that it would lead to him actually succeeding in it.

once he mailed his manga idea all of them were ready for him to be denied and comfort him. it left them surprised when he got the memo back that the company liked his idea and wanted him to make it, which he got around the time they all left prison.

after that the two were able to get their own apartment together and rock got into working in construction, just to make a little extra for food and bills. that and boredom strikes fast when your not escaping from prison or fighting anyone.

the change though to only him and nico being together was still something he was getting used to, even if it's already been a while since they left prison. they were still able to keep in contact with everyone but it was a little hard getting used to not having two extra roommates to come back to. one advantage though was that now the two didn't have to worry about any...accidental walk ins from anybody. they still had to keep quiet due to neighbors but it was manageable.

his sudden trip down memory lane stopped once he saw nico had stopped. the otaku then took two steps forward and pointed in n overly dramatic anime pose. "THERE IT IS!" he announced. rock looked to see he was pointing at a clothing store.

he was a bit disappointed cause he thought they were gonna go to the grocery store or something. he had run out of purple dye a while ago and had been meaning to get some more but forgot. now his hair was mostly red with the purple on the tips of his hair, taking a bit of a darker shade. but oh well he suppose he'll have to go himself sometime. cause he sure as hell wasn't gonna wait another week to go back and get it. though it was odd that nico wanted to go here specifically. but rock had a feeling he knew why he wanted to come here.

the two entered the shop with nico seeming to already know exactly what he wanted, as he dragged rock to one of the clothes racks and then to the dressing rooms, holding an outfit.

"I need you to wear this." he said, and held out a-...oh no. a school girls uniform. it was the typical white short sleeved blouse with red bow n the middle and blue skirt. it seemed to have been a costume though, given that it was all connected. he sighed.

"uh, yeah, I can't wear that." nico pouted angrily at him. ho boy, here they go.

"but what about that time hitoshi-san made us all dresses-"

"it's not a skirt thing I just- it won't fit."

"poppycock." and with that nico opened one of the open dressing rooms and walked in. after a bit he came out, wearing the dress. rock could feel his face get hot.

"see. if it can fit me than it can fit you too!" he stated.

"that's kinda the opposite of what you meant."

suddenly the two heard snickering and looked over to see a small group of boys snickering and playfully whistling at nico, and saying stuff that rock couldn't understand but he sure as hell had a feeling of beating them up now. though he halted it once he saw nico giggling at them and posing at them.

"heehee they like it."

"uh nico. I don't think their serious about all that."

"hm? well too bad for them cause I'm gonna take these as genuine compliments."

"n-ni-ko-sensei?!"

the two looked over to see two highschool girls looking at nico in disbelief. they must've been fans considering they knew nico somehow and, looking closely, rock could see one of them holding one of nico's manga series chapters.

the three then started talking, with nico talking in perfect Japanese. it wasn't much of a surprise though, not only did he consume a lot of anime and manga but he also ended up gaining a disease where if he hears a certain language, he can speak it fluently. he didn't catch onto much of what they were talking about, Japanese being his weakest in understanding beside a couple of phrases and words but that was about it. all he could get out of it was the two were talking about his manga being great and all that.

incidents like this didn't happen a lot shockingly enough. nico tried hard to keep from anyone seeing him and disguising himself. but something would come up and it'd end with him undisguised and getting noticed by fans. not all their interactions were bad most of the time, despite wasting time. some were nice, some were weird, and some were just...ugh.

if they were ever together when those type of fans came around rock was instantly there close to nico. though he has heard that the times he wasn't around nico had to bear with those types though it usually ended with him saying he was very busy and couldn't stay. he did though buy a pepper spray JUST incase, so rock was fine with it.

he didn't even notice the girls had left already and nico had come back from the dressing room in his disguise again, with the outfit in tow.

"okay! we can go." he said. he paid for the outfit and the two left.

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after they got back, nico undressed himself from his disguise...and then undressed himself suddenly from his actual outfit, causing rock to jump at the suddenness of it. thank god their place was on a higher level and they didn't have to worry about strangers walking by the window and seeing.

the smaller male then grabbed the bag from rock's grip and pulled out the dress and started dressing himself up in it. "could you get my camera?" he asked. rock obliged and went over to the desk and opened the top drawer on the right, pulling out a large camera.

turning around he saw nico had already put on the school shoes and white stockings that matched the outfit and was currently ripping the small bag with hair accessories that also came with it. after nico put whatever accessories he wanted in his hair, which was a red scrunchie and two hair clips he went over to rock and started pulling him to a part of the room and commanding him to be in a specific position.

"ok!" he said as he walked away and got into a running position. "make sure you take a couple okay?"

"ok."

"and try not to let your big fingers get on the lens."

"got I-wait hey!" nico giggled at his reaction. turning on the camera and putting his finger lightly on the button, he was ready. "ready?" "yep!"

they took a couple pictures before nico told him to stop and went to look at them. he smiled "THESE ARE GREAT!" and with that he took the camera and went back to his study, quickly getting to work on his next page.

"neh rock." rock raised his gaze from the magazine he was reading and looked to see nico, looking a bit...nervous? he was blushing, his gaze was going anywhere but him, and his smile was weak. he wanted him to do something for him he thought. this was always how nico reacted when he needed something.

"yeah?" he asked. nico's face got redder as he rubbed a finger on his cheek, mumbling. "uh...um...could you uhm, c-could you maybe, uhm..." he then pulled one of his arms from behind his back and both his hands grabbed what it was in his grasp and pushed it to him. "c-could you uh...wear...this?" he asked.

rock took it and feeling it it was an outfit. he turned it over to see a red bow tie on a white short sleeved shirt. coupled witht the shirt was a matching blue skirt. oh god he thought. not again.

"nico I said I can't wear-"

"I-I know but, I got you one in a size that'll fit you." he smiled. "it was actually the biggest size!"

"that's...nice." rock muttered, not exactly thrilled at that statement. "is this for a reference? why not just wear your outfit and I take the pictures like last time?"

"I...forgot." rock squinted at nico suspiciously.

nico clasped his hands together. "please. please. pleeeeaaaaaase. it's only a couple of photos I promise!"

rock sighed in defeat at nico's begging. if it was only a couple of photos then fine he guessed. though, he was gonna close the window just to be careful. "alright." he agreed. nico cheered in victory as he turned around. "ok. get dressed. I'm not peaking."

"you DO know you've seen me undressed before right?"

"I wanna be surprised!"

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this was so awkward rock thought as he stood fully in the outfit. he knew regardless if it was the largest size it wouldn't exactly fit well. the top looked more like a tank almost crop top that showed his abs, the sleeves were a bit tight around the shoulders, but the skirt wasn't that bad but he naturally pulled it down a bit, not used to it. the shutter sound of a camera went off as he did that and he looked back to see nico.

"that was a nice one! very natural." he said.

"yeah yeah very funny. so, what'dya want me to do?"

nico then quickly pointed to their bed. "get on the bed." rock looked over at it, back at nico and back at it again. "heh, you sure this is for a reference? or was that an excuse for something else?" he teased. nico flushed and stuck his tongue out. "nyeh."

the hefty male decided to go along with the artist's demand and went to lay down on it. "ok, now put your hands behind your head, curve your leg up a bit, and try to look relax." the otaku ordered. rock complied. "lower the leg a little. little more. aaaaaaand there! perfect!"

rock could hear him getting the camera ready. "try to relax a bit."

"I am."

"your faking it. c'mon just pretend I'm not taking a picture of you in a school girls uniform."

"that doesn't help."

"just relax. like you usually do." at that rock took a deep breath in and out slowly, relaxing. the camera shutters went off multiple times till he hard them stop and the pitter patter of feet walk towards him. "that all?" he asked.

"not yet. I need close ups now." nico said. he then caught rock by surprise as he moved ontop of him, straddling him a bit. "wh-what are you-" "just relax. just keep the relaxed look and look as if your looking up at the ceiling." rock calmed himself again and did just that. after a few pictures nico told him to side eye the left side, and then after that the right.

"could you...lean up a bit?" nico asked. rock leaned up a bit on his elbows. he got a closer look at nico's face. he could see the deep blush on his cheeks and the look of lust and he swore hearts in his eye. he looked so cute. the burly man ended up turning his head to the side blushing a shade of pink, and the shutters went off again.

"that's...that's a good one." nico muttered. rock just chuckled silently. "y-yeah...very funny." he muttered as nico leaned over to the nightstand next to their bed. "so...is that it?" "just one more thing." he hummed, putting the camera down on the table and moving back. before rock could ask what he needed to do, his mouth was suddenly captured by nico's, kissing him.

the sudden kiss caused him to fall back on the bed as nico started to lick his mouth, wanting entrance. rock complied and the two's tongues started wrestling. he had a feeling his eyes weren't playing tricks on him earlier when he thought he saw...something in nico's shorts. the two made out heatedly, with nico's hands suddenly moving under his shirt and gripping his chest, twisting his nipples.

that was enough for him to sit up and quickly push nico down, kissing and touching him roughly. in the past he's tried to refrain such animalistic instincts when it came to nico pushing those right buttons. but after finding that he started to purposefully push them and infact liked when he got a bit crazy he refrained the inner animal less.

after a while they broke off, panting with a saliva trail following. "so," rock panted, wiping the saliva. "I guess...that need for a reference...wasn't the only reason you wanted me to do this right?"

"h..hah, yeah." nico replied. "but...this wasn't..the only reason I wanted you to do this." rock raised a brow at that. "actually, the other reason I wanted you to pose was because...well, you taking pictures of me posing...weren't that great."

that comment immediately caused rock's mood drop dramatically. "I mean," nico continued. "they weren't BAD but, y'know. they weren't great. but they DID work as a good reference. from what I was able to work with." he muttered the last sentence but rock heard it clear as day. he quickly got off of nico and walked in the direction to the bathroom.

"wha-wait rock! where you going?!"

"getting changed."

"what?! but-but I- but we haven't- ROCK COME BACK! ROOOOOOOOOCK!"

that night the poor fool of an otaku had to unreplenish his sexual desires by fapping to the reference pictures he took earlier. and then proceeded to sleep in his soft and squishy bean bag and blanket, considering that he was also kicked out of bed that night.

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