#Life's Lessons Saga

[wayward-dreamer]

Leave It All Behind

Dean’s Lessons Part 4

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 1,736

Summary: Selected chapters from Life’s Lessons told from Dean’s POV. Scenes that you didn’t get his perspective on, or scenes that you didn’t see… now you can. This part takes place after the events of chapter 9 of Life’s Lessons, the Thanksgiving chapter.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief fight, that’s about it.

A/N: I know, it’s been a while. I’m really hoping to get back in the swing of things with the LL saga, and I just really hope people have stuck around for it and continue to, but I completely understand if y’all don’t want to. This part was a lot of fun to write, and something I was hoping to include in LL but it just didn’t fit properly, so here you go. As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my darling @evergreencowboy​.

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Dean jolted awake as his alarm blared loudly, fumbling to turn it off. He glanced to his side, seeing Y/N shift under the covers with a soft groan, before her breath evened out again and she went back to sleep. He cursed himself for forgetting to turn off the reminder to wake up at 7am, considering he had the day off as it was the Friday after Thanksgiving. He had no plans for the day, just wanting to spend it with Y/N as much as possible after the harrowing way her Thanksgiving ended. Her and Mark were most likely finished, at least he thought they were after everything she told him had happened at Mark’s apartment. He had blamed her for his own problems, and it had no doubt brought up some awful memories of her ex for her, so all Dean wanted to do was be there for her.

If he could find Mark and rip him a new one, he would, but there was no way Y/N was going to tell him where Mark lived.

Well, maybe she didn’t have to.

Deciding to make use of the time now that he was up early, he got out of Y/N’s bed slowly, being careful not to wake her. He smiled to himself as he remembered the night before, her asking him to sleep next to her because she didn’t want to be alone. He knew it was important to heal from the relationship with Mark first, but he was certain that this was the start of something incredible for them.

He walked out to the living room and picked up his jeans, pulling them on along with his jacket, tapping the pocket to check for his keys. Glancing around her living room, he knew he should leave her a note to tell he’d be back later and was glad to see a notepad and pen on the coffee table. He was in the home of a teacher, after all. He scribbled a quick note and ripped the paper off, slowly walking back into her bedroom, placing it on the pillow he slept on.

Mornin’ beautiful,

I didn’t have it in me to wake you up, but there’s some things I had to do this morning. I promise I’ll be back later, and we can hang out.

See ya tonight,

Dean

He smiled softly as he saw her body rise and fall with each breath, before he turned and left the room, walking to the front door and closing it behind him. He made his way across the street to his own home, opening the door and dropping the keys on the table near the door. Walking into his office, he sat behind the desk and pulled his laptop towards him, opening a new window. He bit his lip as he thought about how to start searching. Mark’s last name was Jenkins, and that was too common; he’d probably come up with at least five of them.

He also knew the man worked in advertising so that did narrow it down. He typed in “Mark Jenkins advertising” and found the company website and his profile, his picture making Dean’s blood boil. He looked at the address of the building, and then typed his name into the Kansas City directory. Sure enough there were five Mark Jenkins’, but he looked for the one who lived closest to the advertising agency, and the bar that Y/N had gone to for her birthday. He smirked as he found the one he was looking for, typing the address into the maps and closing the window, shutting his laptop. After a quick shower and change of clothes, he hurried towards the door and picked up his keys again, slamming the door shut behind him as he left.

He didn’t really care how early it was to make a house call. He needed to punch Mark Jenkins in his stupid face and give him a piece of his mind.

The day after Thanksgiving meant there was barely any traffic on the roads so early, knowing people would be out shopping later for the Black Friday sales. He sped down the highway, trying to figure out how he was going to approach things with Mark. As much as he wanted to hurt the guy, hopefully he wouldn’t have to if he showed he was sorry for the way he acted. If he didn’t, well then, all bets were off as to what Dean was going to do.

He reached the city after an hour, driving and turning through the streets as directed by the GPS voice. He pulled into the street parking right in front of the building, cutting the engine to the Impala. He got out of the car, locking it, before taking the stairs up to the entrance. He glanced over the names on the intercom, finding Mark’s name and pressing the buzzer.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice came through the speaker.

“Mark, it’s Dean. Winchester. Listen uh, we gotta talk, so can you let me in?” Dean asked, waiting for his reply.

“D-Dean? What’s this about?” Mark asked in return, his voice laced with confusion. But Dean knew better.

“I think you know, man. And unless you wanna have this conversation with your neighbors listening when they come down the stairs, I’d open the door, huh?” Dean reasoned.

The only reply he got was the buzzer going off, the door opening and letting him in. Dean took the steps two at a time as he went up to the third floor, finding it slightly ajar. He pushed it open, his eyes meeting Mark’s as soon as he stepped in, seeing the blonde-haired man leaning against his kitchen counter. Dean sauntered towards Mark, slowly, standing a few feet in front of him, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as his jaw clenched.

“If this is about what happened with Y/N, it’s really none of your business,” Mark stated, his voice rough and an octave higher than it needed to be.

He already had his defenses up, and Dean was going to have to put him in his place.

“It is when my friend comes home, in tears, because of the guy she’s been dating being a dick,” Dean countered, glaring at him.

“Hey, she’s the one who accused me of-” Mark started to argue but Dean cut him off.

“Look,” Dean took a step towards him, the scowl never leaving his face, “I don’t give a fuck about the specifics, okay? At least not from you, because there’s just no way I’m gonna believe you. You owe Y/N an apology, so just do it, and then you go on to be a disappointment to some other girl, okay?”

Mark stared him down, a glowering expression on his face. “Fuck you, man. And fuck Y/N. She wants to keep blaming me for issues when she’s been opening her slut legs to you or some other guy-”

Dean didn’t give Mark time to finish his sentence as he pulled his fist back, punching Mark across the face, the silver ring on his right ring finger cutting the blonde’s lip. He grabbed him by his t-shirt and turned him around, slamming him on the kitchen counter, holding him down.

“What the fuck?!” Mark yelled. “Get off me!”

“Say one more thing about her and I swear to god I’ll kick your fucking teeth in,” Dean snapped, his jaw tight with the anger coursing through him.

“I’ll press charges,” Mark threatened, his voice quivering, and Dean called his bluff.

“You really won’t,” he countered. “Because no matter how much you’re gonna deny it, you know the truth. So I suggest sending Y/N a message, telling her you’re sorry about being a dick and then end it with her.”

“So you can swoop in and take her, huh?” Mark asked, glancing up at Dean. “That’s the plan, right?”

One side of Dean’s mouth pulled up into a smirk. “There’s no plan.”

Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “Should’ve known there was something between you two.”

“At least I know a good thing when it’s right in front of me,” Dean stated, pushing his head harder against the counter. “Clearly an apology’s gonna do nothing, so now… you stay the fuck away from her.”

“Gladly,” Mark bit out.

Dean pulled Mark off the kitchen bench and pushed him against the wall, grabbing his shirt and staring him down, his scowl deeper than before. He knew it ultimately wasn’t worth getting into trouble for, so he shoved him back and stepped away. Without another glance in Mark’s direction, he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He hurried down the stairs and out to the street, getting into the Impala before he slid down in his seat, leaning his head back against the top of the leather bench. He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he closed his eyes.

He had no idea whether Mark would call the police or not, but he was willing to bet he wouldn’t. The guy probably didn’t care enough, and it was his ego that was more bruised than anything else. Dean knew he couldn’t tell Y/N because she’d worry, and while he didn’t want to lie to her, he also didn’t want her to overthink this. Knowing he did have errands to do today, he would just have to cover up his little visit with some more truths. He’d tell her eventually, but not when it was so fresh.

Turning the engine on and hearing it roar to life, Dean pulled away from the curb, turning Baby back towards Lawrence.

Mark was out of her life for good, and she could move on now. Whether that was with Dean or someone else, it didn���t matter to him. He just wanted her to be happy, to be free of someone who couldn’t see how amazing she was. They were both free to make their own decisions about what they wanted now. He knew he wanted to be with her, and had known since the day they met. He thought that she felt the same, but he wouldn’t know for sure until they really talked about it.

All he knew for certain was they could leave everything else behind them, because hopefully, they were each other’s future.

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[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… taunting god

#Src: Fan Art #Mod's Art #dailydegurechaff #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff #being x #oh tanya. one day you will learn your lesson and stop picking fights with someone who is capable of making your life So Much Worse #today is not that day

[lilithsaga]

I've been out of town this week staying with bae, so haven't had time to post much here.

But I did go to my first ever IKEA!

#i shall learn Swedish #and i understand the blajahs now #these are important life lessons #lilith saga learns

[thelastsaiyanprincess]

when you look back on your relationship and realize how much your ex traumatized and ruined you

#j #he came back into my life during mercury rx and the worst part was i let him in #only for him to destroy me again #i feel so broken and numb lolol i wish i never #vent #anyway no more of that lol lol lol #lesson learned #the j saga is over forever #until next time 😉

[julykings-blog]

It's been awhile since i created a blog, this picture was taken when i woke up earlier to do jogging, at this time i have all the time to think on what would be my next move, as i said in my previous blog i lose interest in everything, so i decided to quit again sound cliche but yes again and again and again why?

I know that this is not the right decision but this make me feel relax and freed from being stuck on the cycle of life, you know what i mean? study work and die, On those days at work i always get depress it makes me feel suffocated it make me feel uncomfortable on day by day which may lead to this decision to quit my job again, The advantage of this path that i chose was that i have more time to think to replenish to exercise and to focus more on recovering my body my mind and my health from stress and mental exhaustion specially now that i found out that i have deadly known illness which is diabetis which i inherited on my mother side it runs in our blood most of my relatives died in an early age because of this Diabetis, I know that this is not that hard for some people but for me it's really hard Diabetes killing me slowly day by day, Other thing that hinder from being successful was being an introvert which makes me more difficult to work and to achieve my goals,

Now that i have time for everything, i am now enjoying exercising jogging every morning or sometimes when i forgot to woke up early i do it at night, I was also reading books, watching my preferred movies and anime, The current series anime that i watched was the Vinland Saga, I don't know why I'm into this kind of story but i really like the stories when it comes to suffering specially real life stories it really get my interest that relate me so much specially if the story was about history, those things that they do in ancient times it really facinate me, I love stories where i could learn and apply it in my present life, It really caught my interest on how hard the situation of ancient humans compare today at the same time i could learn english and widen my vocabulary.

I highly recommend Vinland Saga Series you could read it in manga on internet websites for those people who love watching anime or history, and guess what ? Did you know Vinland Saga won the best anime this 2023 ? well now you know, Vinland Saga Won the title of best Anime series this 2023 before it won i already finish the season 1 way back 2021 and i could say this is the best anime and worth to watch! and i was not wrong they won the Best Anime in 2023.

The difference of this Anime to other anime was most anime's are just fictions but this Vinland Saga story are base on a true story you could literally relate from it at the same time you could learn a moral lessons in life.

Well i hope that i could find a job that suited on me i know that there's no easy job but if i could find one atleast i never get tired of it and get stress again, i hope i could find one which i enjoy doing it, though most people couldn't get what job they want but atleast hopefully we could find one because if you're enjoying your job you'll never get tired of it.

i felt empty and sad yet what i heard on Vinland Sage quote if you're empty then you could fit anything inside you.

#emptinessanddissapointments

#sorrowandunfortunate

#hardshipsandadversities

#vinland saga #lessons in life

[spider-chris06]

Do you know why Spider-Verse Miles is my favorite Spider-Man?

He, without having a choice, had to do in two days, what took all the other Spider-Sonas in the multiverse weeks, become Spider-Man, all under the unimaginable pressure of being the successor to the previous Spider-Man of his universe, which left the bar too high, having to meet everyone else's expectations, and having to go through a tortuous journey while learning from his mentor.

Even when the spider-gang not only didn't trust him but even seemed to dislike Miles at first (Except, of course, Gwen and Peter B, who are very special cases)

And pressing him to see if he was ready and treating him like just a kid (Even Peni).

All so that he then went to his uncle, who was like a second father to him and someone who truly understood Miles, only to find out that he had always been a hitman, going so far as to almost end with the life of his nephew, until he realizes what he was about to do and... well, tragedy happens.

The death of Uncle Aaron, due to the depth and history behind it, remains the most tragic "death of Uncle Ben" in all of cinema... ever.

Miles stopped being the same since then, and even when a hurricane of emotions possessed him, he learned that no matter what, Spider-Man always gets up and keeps going, at the same time he learned to take his leap of faith. Before becoming Spider-Man he had a normal and happy life, but after being bitten by that spider his whole life fell apart, but of course, Miles is someone truly strong and full of determination thanks to the people close to him.

In two days, he surpassed almost the entire Spider-gang, and in a year and a half he become almost a professional as Spider-Man, even giving lessons to everyone else, and making it clear to Gwen and the others what truly means being Spider-Man, not standing by crossed arms while someone is in danger, but trying to do everything you can to save everyone, doing both things, even when it seems impossible, Spider-Man should always try, because everything it's possible.

At the same time that Miles felt stabbed in the back by the same people to whom he wanted to dedicate his entire future just to see them again since he felt alone and sad inside in the world without them, and, specially, without Gwen.

And let me remind something, Miles actually thinks she doesn't even love him and only sees him as a friend, but he still wants to see her

On the ATSV betrayal, he release all that hurricane of emotions that he had to swallow and accumulate inside during ITSV and during that entire year and a half for not having time for ALL those things said before, leading him to have anxiety and panic attacks (Something confirmed in the synopsis of the short "The Spider Within")

All so that they later reveal to him that he was a mistake, an anomaly, that he should never have been Spider-Man, that he killed the Peter of his universe, causing everything that gave MEANING to his life fell down in just a few minutes, leaving Miles more traumatized, mortified and with more trust issues than he already had before.

He really became one of the most tragic character of all the saga (Along with Peter B and, put it in some way, Miguel O' Hara)

And just because Miles looks with a cool and chill personality doesn't mean he's any less traumatized and mortified on the inside (An example is Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man).

Even though in the comics that nickname is only used because that is what his universe is called, in the movies, on the other hand, even though there are people on the internet who deny the fact that he is currently becoming an unstoppable phenomenon that is marking an entire generation and will mark future generations, Miles Morales proved to be, without a doubt, the Ultimate Spider-Man.

As a bonus, even though she always screwed up with everyone around her, both the living and the dead, Gwen showed that she really loves Miles and that he truly is the love of her life, however, needless to say, she has a lot of work to do in her redemption arc to be able to fix things with Miles, which will be very difficult but not impossible, even more so taking into account all the hate she received for everything that happened in ATSV.

Now she has to PROVE not only to him, but to all of us viewers, that she truly deserves to be with Miles, that they can have a life together by her own merit, and that all the hate towards her after the ATSV release it's truly unfair.

However, I have to be realistic, there are characters like Peni or even Peter B who should not be anything more than simple 'acquaintances' or 'partners' for Miles, since, with what they did, the term "Friend" It's too big for them.

In any case, Miles has the last word.

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spider man #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider man into the spider verse #into the spiderverse #spideverse #into the spider verse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #ghostflower #gwen and miles #miles and gwen #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #peter parker #itsv #spiderman atsv #atsv #gwiles #beyond the spiderverse #btsv #atsv analysis #character analysis

[hanzajesthanza]

a lot of the “haha geralt is so annoyed by his friends!!” talk reduces the relationship of geralt & co. to the events of baptism of fire—baptism of fire geralt is very enjoyable to read, but lady of the lake geralt is the final evolution of a beautiful development of character. we really ought to talk more often about how his relationship with his company developed over the next two books and how by the end of it, he felt entirely responsible for their fates.

it can’t really be said that the hanza didn’t mean a lot to geralt and he would have chosen ciri & yen over them no problem. by the end of it he really valued their friendship and company. he literally identified himself as their leader, embraced his role as their leader. only with their company, he was finally able to fully ascended to what he is at heart and who he was meant to be, what his character was created to be: a hero.

he never liked to play sacrificial games. the entire reason he shunned (the majority of) the company (sorry cahir, he took extra issue with you) was that it was too dangerous of an undertaking, and he did not want to risk the lives of anyone else for his personal matters, sticking their necks out for him. it wasn’t just because he’s an old grump and sourpuss—he literally tells this to dandelion and milva multiple times, that he doesn’t want them dying because of him.

he decided against anything that would have put milva in danger when she was pregnant, refusing to risk her life or her unborn child’s life—remaining adamant that he would not sacrifice her child’s life for his own. and similarly when codringher presented him the hypothetical of pawning a decoy girl off on emhyr, he was disgusted at the thought of trampling the life of some innocent girl for the safety of his own.

virtuous to a fault, geralt abhors stepping on another to lift himself up. he won’t even kill innocent creatures to make a quick buck—they have to be real dangers—which, of course, makes him not only poorer and hungrier, but fighting, you guessed it, more dangers. this makes geralt unlike many of the other characters we’re presented with, who, even though they may not want to, agree to make sacrifices for their personal interests or the greater good (though, what’s the difference—the lodge and emhyr called their personal interests the greater good. that’s a big point of how the decisions of those in power is deconstructed in the saga).

i don’t think geralt would have sacrificed his company, given a choice.

but he did choose, of course, despite not being given a choice. it was a necessary sacrifice, though geralt, being the man he is, would never have made such a choice given the option (like the trolley problem—he’s impossible, he would continue to insist that neither of these choices are good and he doesn’t want to choose). i don’t want to kill either shrike or stregobor, i don’t want to take a side in the war, i don’t want to ride to cintra and claim my destiny. the whole saga is about how no matter if you decide to choose or not to choose, destiny still makes you choose. even if you think you can deny and avoid the choice. and after such denial, it stops asking you nicely. death dogs his footsteps, but death couldn’t catch up with him (for a while, at least), so it had to settle for others… the hanza are another, perhaps a final, manifestation of this lesson—calanthe and cintra being the first victims.

he and cahir dragged milva’s dead and bleeding body to safety, risking their own lives in the hail of arrows which rose again once she had fallen. his noble and virtuous heart still looked for cahir and angoulême in the corridor after the fighting had ceased, waiting for them to come out of the empty hall, before ciri shook her head to tell him no one would be coming down it. his scream rung in the air with regis’ as regis was being torn apart. and he, in pain and exhausted, remembered him, to yennefer when she asked, as a friend, and managed to utter some beautifully kind words in his memory.

i don’t think someone like geralt (feeling responsible for deaths of innocents whether they’re even his fault or not) would ever truly get over the loss of his company. after having, with ciri, buried them, by the foot of stygga castle, having to drag the bodies out one by one, close their glassy eyes, mound the wet and cold earth over them. and regretfully glance back at the melted stone column he cannot bury. he was woefully dreary after stygga, and kept returning to their memory as they retraced their steps into the sansretour valley. reminding himself about the sword of destiny with two edges… and again at rivia mourning them with the dwarven company.

we can at least sigh with relief that destiny allowed him to keep dandelion. it had to, because he is just, after all “like a burr on a dog’s tail”—destiny did not quite manage to slip its noose around his neck, for he did not touch destiny, but instead tagged alongside it. (plus, the cameraman never dies). if dandelion died, it would have broken geralt well and truly. it was the longest and deepest connection he ever had. the same goes for the reverse, of course 😬

#the witcher books #the elbow-high diaries #c: geralt #f: a hansa’s a hansa #kind of a stream of consciousness thing 🫠 not really coherent but just some thoughts #analysis #book: lady of the lake

[ravenscamander]

To celebrate the one-month anniversary of EPIC: The Circe Saga I present to you:

Moments in EPIC: The Musical that make me go

Mhhhhhhhh

dundundundun dun dun dundundun alright my brothers listen closely

but now we'll be the ones who ~Slayyyyyy~

Penelopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Penelopeeeeee

And TELEMACHUUUUUUUS

i couLD RAISE HIM AS MY OOOOOOOOOOOWN

The Blood On Your Hands Is Something You Won't Lose, All You Can Choose Is Whose

(literally all of Just A Man, that song will haunt me forever)

(but especially:)

how could I hurt youuuuuu

I'm just a man who's trying to go home even after all the years away from what I've known

I'm just a man who's fighting for his life, deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife

the choir chorus. Just. All of it.

forGIIIIIIVE MEEEEEEEEEE

forgiiive meee

I'm juuuust aaaaa maaaaaaan

The Full Speed Ahead Instrumental Intro.

Six. Hundred. Men.

600 miles of open seaaaaaaa

But the problem's not the distance (it's what lies in between)

And Ithaca's waitiiiiiiing, my kingdom is waitiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, PENELOPE'S WAITIIIIIIIIIIIING for meeeeeee

That High Note™ on full speed aheeeeeaaaaad

Captain? EURYLOCHUS

Captain?Politeeees

GIVE ME TIL SUNRIIIIIIIIISE AND IF WE DON'T RETUUUUUUUURN

Then 600 men can make this whole place BURN

So full speed aHEEEEEEAAAAAAAAD

WE'RE UP WE'RE OFF AND AWAY WE GO

You can relax my friend (...what)

That High Note™ on Give it a try it's not that hard

STAY BACK (stay back...)

See? This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms (~ahhhhhh~)

A CAVE

East! (That way)

Thank you! (Welcome)

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU

LET. ME. REMIND YOU.

~Goddess of Wisdoooooom~

~Master of Waaaaaar~

i HAD a challenge, a TEST of skill, a magic BOAR only the best could kiiiiill

Little Odysseus's LET'S GO

I can see youuu HOW CAN YOU SEE THROUGH MY SPELL

I was lying! And you fell for my bluff! Hahahaha

Nahhh, don't be modest, I know you're a goddess, so let's be honest you are

ATHENAAA (athena!)

Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best strategies we've seen!

The duet harmonies in the second chorus! Fucking superb

Look at all this food! Look at all these sheep!

WHO ARE YOU

YOU KILLED MY SHEEP

banger cello solo

MY FAVOURITE SHEEP

Take from you as you took from meee

theRE'S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING

Wine?

A gift from you and a gift from meee

My name is noooobody, Noooooobody, Nooooobody (aka That High Note™ part 3)

I'm so glad we see eye to eye

...what?

WATCH OUT

POOOOOOOLYYYYYYYYYPHEEEEEEEEMUUUUUUUUS

PO!LY!PHE!MUS!

Six Hundred liiiiiives at stake, it's just one liiiiiiiife to take

Stay in his blinds while you striiiiiiike his heels (STRIKE THE HEELS)

Show him that we're deadly! (HAH! HAH!)

SIX HUNDRED LIIIIIIVES AT STAKE IT'S JUST ONE LIIIIIIIIFE TO TAKE (pt. 2 choir version)

*body tumbles across the ground* cap...tain...

banger cello solo pt.2 electric boogaloo

*electric guitar fades in* dundundundundundun dundundundundundun

But captain, what will we do with our fallen friends?

remember them

REMEMBER THEM

(let's kill him!)

Remember them (part 3 choir version)

SCATTER

It was noooooobody, Nooooobody, Noooooobody

If nobody hurt you be silent! (Don't go!)

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU (no.2)

no

No??!!!

What good would killing do? When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?

don't

HEY CYCLOPS

The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them! Remember uuuuus! Remember me!

I'm the reigning king of Ithacaaaaaaaa

I am neither man nor mythicaaaaal

IIIIIIII am your darkest momeeeeeent

IIIIII am the infamooouuuuus

Odysseus

(aka the first time our main character gets actually named aka the worst decision ever made by the poor guy)

You were reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft! Your dead friends can attest! (hey) Put your emotions aside.

That Growl™ on I don't know where I went wrong

That's just like you! Why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain

You're Not Looking For A Mentor, I'm Not Looking For A Friend

At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone? You're alone!

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying, one day, you might understand, one day. But not today for after all you're

JUUUUUUST AAAAAA MAAAAAAAN

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*soft piano outro*

*epic horn intro*

*epic trumpet solo*

These waaaaaves and tiiiiiides have grown in strength and siiiiize

Brace for a STOOOOOOOORM (stoooooorm)

The likes of which we've never seen before!

Have them follow my ship, I'll ensure that we'll PREVAIIIIL

At this rate we won't make it out aliiiiiive

~an island in the skyyyyy~

We're gonna shoot for the sky! (what.)

STOOOOOOOOOOOORM, STOOOOOOOOOOOORM (this time with amazing harmonies)

WE'RE SHOOTING FOR THE ISLAND IN THE SKY! IN THE SKYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do

We're in the home of the Wind God! (We don't know for sure.) How many floating islands have you seen before? This is the home of the Wind God! (And what's your plan.) I'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand

Have faith friend, we've come this far

Yes, but how much longer til your luck runs out

You rely on wit and people die on it, whooaa

I still believe in goodness

I still believe that we could be kind

Lead from the heart, and see what starts

Thank you for the concern but brother I can assure you, our journey is almost done. I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed. But don't forget how much we already faced!

I took 600 men to war and not one of them died there. In case you needed a reminder.

If you want to talk more, let me pull you aside then. I need to talk to you in private.

Hahaha

I am the wind, twisting and turning

HAHAHA

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer! (Never really know who you can trust)

If they wanna get the bag open you gotta say No Sir (Sometimes killing is a must what)

It's treasure! what.

NO DO NOT.

Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed? That's how it's supposed to be.

Cause the end always justifies the means (everything's changed since Polites)

For nine days I've stayed wide awake, tried to make it home with no storm or tidal wave. I remain unopposed, the bag is still closed and I'm getting closeeeer to youuuuuuu (Penelopeeeee) I can't wait to make some new memories (Teleeeemaaaachuuuus) Time for me to be the father I never was

(just keep your eyes open) why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy (just keep your eyes open) I keep on trying to embrace you both why won't you LET MEEEEEEE (Just Keep Your Eyes Open) So much has changed, but I'm the same, yes I'm the SAAAAAAME

Just keep your eyes open, keep your eyes open

Wake up. Wake up, Odysseus, they're opening the bag, WAKE UP

EPIC ORCHESTRA™

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

STOOOOOOOOORM

OOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACA

do you know who I am

*wave sounds*

POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON Poseidon

In all my yeeeaaaars of living it isn't very often that I get pissed off

Iiiiii've been so graaaaacious

That's right, the Cyclops you made blind is mine (no)

I'm left without a choice, and without a doubt, Guess The Pack Of Wolves Is Swimming With The Shark Now

You are the worst kind of good cause you're Not. Even. Great.

A Greek who reeks of false right.eous.ness that's what I HATE

I mean you totally could've avoided all this had you just killed my son. But ~nooo~

YOU ARE FAR TOO NICE, MERCY HAS A PRICE

Unlike you, I have no mercy left to give cause

Ruth.less.ness is mercy upon ourselves

Ruthlessness is MERCY UPON OURSELVES

OURSELVES

*wave sounds pt.2*

We took no pleaaaasure in his pain

That High Note™ on We only wanted to escaaaaaape

The Line Between Naivety And Hopefulness Is Almost Invisible

die

When does a ripple become a tidal wave

43 left under your command

When does a man become a monsteeeer

Iiiiiii am your daaaaaarkest momeeeent

Any last words?

ALL I GOTTA DO IS OPEN THIS BAG (WHAT)

EPIC BRASS SOLO™

Remember meee...

*eerie strings*

We came across a palace, inside we heard a voice

Sir! Sincewelefthomewefacedavarietyoffoesfromawiderangeofplaces gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist, but this was a hell of a twist cause we are weak to a power like this!

What was it??? A woman.

What.?

She had us in just two words

~Come inside~

Damn

That Run™ on Go ahead and rest wherever you liiiiike

Take a seat (Yeah)! Let me bring you all something to eat (Yeah)!

This is the priiice we pay to liiiiive, the world does not tend to forgive

We have to go save them. No we don't

There's no length I wouldn't go if it was you I had to save! I can only hope you'd do the saaaame?

hehehe

hehehehehehe

hahahaha

I must say, what a brilliant speech you gave

Divine intervention, someone who's not afraid to... Send a message

Hermes? AHOHOHOHAHAHAHA

the chorus

That Run™ on When you take her on aloooooooone

the chorus again, this time with harmonies

~Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her on~

That High Note™ on then you'll manifest a Being of your creation (all you need's imagination)

And I call this root ~Holy~ ~Moly~

Ahh...

AHAHAHAHAHAHA

More Chorus with More Harmonies!

OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Don't thank me friend, you very well may die. Ahmhmhmhm! Good luck

*Carmen intro*

Lady of the palace

Did you do something to them? Who me? All I did was reveal their true forms.

You turned them into pigs.

Ha

I don't know who you are nor why you're here, but let me make this one thing clear: I've got people to protect, nymphs I can't neglect, so I'm not taking chances, dear

If you make one wrong move then you're done for, anything I don't approve and you're done for, I could put a spell on you and you're done for, boy you better run or soon you will be done for

I DON'T MEAN TO TIP YOUR SCALE

~dire consequence~

Hermes gave it to you, didn't he?

Okay fine, yes, but regardless-

Duet version of I've got people to protect

*sword sound* You've lost.

My nymphs are like my daughters I protect them at all costs

... I'm not sure I follow

There are other ways of persuasion, there are other modes of control, there are other means of deceit, there are other roads to the soouuul, there are other actions of passion, you have so much left to learn, want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you're willing to buuuuuurn ohhhhhhh

~so much power, so much power~

I can't

*Penelopeeeeee* but make it viola

She's my everything, my Penelope

*sigh* Poseidon, eh?

I know of a brilliant prophet! Problem is this prophet is dead

I remember actions of passion, I have been in love once before. Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no moooooooore. Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE

I apologise for any spelling mistakes and also for the length of this. It took me way too long but oh well

#epic: the musical #epic the musical #jorge rivera herrans #epic the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic the ocean saga #epic the circe saga #odysseus #the odyssey #greek mythology #musicals #i love this so much #you have no idea

[natlacentral]

The cast of Netflix’s adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender knows they can’t please everyone.

It’s a difficult life lesson that many of the show’s young actors have come to learn since they were chosen to star in a live-action reimagining of one of the most beloved animated series of all time.

Like any great saga, the latest iteration of Avatar has taken a circuitous route to the small screen. In 2020, two years after Netflix announced that it was developing a remake, original creators Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino departed the project over creative differences. A year later, former Nikita and Sleepy Hollow writer-producer Albert Kim officially assumed the role of creator and showrunner, intending to honor the Asian and Indigenous roots of his source material.

Since the debut of the new Avatar last Thursday, longtime fans have remained divided over the many changes that were made to turn a 20-episode half-hour children’s cartoon into an eight-episode serialized drama that has multigenerational appeal. But by maintaining the essence of the original while expanding the world that Konietzko and DiMartino have created, the new creative team is hoping to recapture some of the magic that transformed Avatar into a cultural phenomenon.

Every diehard fan can recite the basic premise by heart: The four nations — Water, Earth, Fire, Air — once lived in harmony, with the Avatar, master of all four elements, keeping the peace between them. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked and wiped out the Air Nomads. A century later, Aang (Gordon Cormier), a 12-year-old Air Nomad frozen in an iceberg, reawakens to take his rightful place as the next Avatar. With his newfound friends Katara (Kiawentiio) and Sokka (Ian Ousley), siblings and members of the Southern Water Tribe, Aang sets out on a quest to save the world from the onslaught of Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim) while avoiding being captured by Ozai’s tempestuous son, Crown Prince Zuko (Dallas Liu).

Almost every Zoomer who grew up watching Nickelodeon seems to have their own relationship with the original Avatar. Kiawentiio, whose older siblings would always have the show playing in their house, recalls being drawn to its depiction of a young Indigenous girl, at a time when there was scant representation of Native Americans. Ousley credits Avatar and Star Wars: The Clone Wars for inspiring him to take up martial arts. Liu has a vivid childhood memory of watching a restless Zuko and his tea-drinking uncle Iroh’s first scene together on a boat. Cormier, as the youngest of the bunch, admits that he had not watched the show prior to auditioning. But by the time he entered production, all he could do was live and breathe Avatar.

Daniel Dae Kim, who watched the original with one of his sons when it first aired, tells Teen Vogue that he held a kind of family meeting with his now-adult children and some of his nieces and nephews after receiving an offer from Albert Kim (no relation) to star in the new version. “I called all of them, and I said, ‘What do you think about me doing a part in Avatar?’ And they were like, ‘You should do it!’ without hesitation. Then I asked the next question: ‘Well, I’m playing Ozai. He’s a bad guy…’ They paused for a second, and then they all screamed, ‘You should still do it!’” he says with a laugh.

Once the cast was assembled, the creative team began the seemingly gargantuan task of trying to breathe new life into each of the characters. While the animated series dealt with weighty issues such as genocide, war and imperialism, there is an added human component in live-action storytelling that requires a more grounded approach to depicting real-life reactions and emotions. “We were all definitely allowed to look into the darker sides of each of our characters,” Cormier says. In Aang’s case, he is tasked with a responsibility that he doesn’t necessarily want but feels obligated to assume after discovering that he is the last living Airbender of his kind.

Aang is “naturally a really fun-loving, goofy 12-year-old, so to be hit with something so serious like a genocide [affecting] all of his people, it really affects him badly,” Cormier says. “We see in the first episode where I blow Katara and Sokka off the mountain how badly it’s affected me. It hurt me so much [that] I blasted into the Avatar state and started destroying my home. I think it just shows how serious and traumatic it is for Aang, but slowly, he’ll get through it and become the Avatar.”

The themes of loss and grief remain prevalent across all eight episodes, with each of the young characters being forced to confront their own unresolved trauma.

Katara is forced to reckon with how her memory of her mother’s death has affected her ability to become a full-fledged Waterbender. “Another thing that I feel like impacted her so much, without even really explicitly touching on it, is being the last Waterbender of her tribe,” Kiawentiio says. “She really feels so deeply connected with that part of [herself], even though it’s something that she can’t really access [at first], and she feels this sense of, ‘This is what I should be doing.’”

After his father left years ago on a mission to fight the Firebenders, Sokka was forced to grow up quickly and protect his tribe, especially his younger sister, from the waterbending abilities that had caused them so much pain. “Sokka is a perfect example of somebody that is not healed, is pushing stuff down and won’t let it come out, is putting on different masks to the point where he doesn’t even know who he is when we first find him,” says Ousley, who insisted on finding a way to bring out a more serious side in Sokka without losing his signature sarcasm in this adaptation. “I think the trauma that he has is covered up by humor often and covered up by acting silly, and he will have lots of moments where he actually discovers who he is.”

Zuko, however, may have the most compelling arc of the first season. Having been banished by Ozai from the Fire Nation, Zuko has effectively lost one father but gained another father figure in his Uncle Iroh (Paul Sun-Hyung Lee), who takes it upon himself to look after Zuko on his journey to capture the Avatar. In the first season, viewers see Zuko’s Agni Kai — or traditional Firebender duel — with Ozai, who was responsible for giving Zuko his prominent facial scar.

While Ozai “may not have the tools to do it the right way,” Kim understands that his character “is trying, in his own way, to shape his children into what he feels is necessary to secure the future of not only his family, but of the entire Fire Nation.” That kind of tough love, unfortunately, has done irreparable damage to his children.

In a dramatic departure from the original series, the writers decided to introduce Elizabeth Yu as Princess Azula earlier than in the original series. In doing so, the family dynamics between Ozai, Zuko and Azula become even more complicated. “Since Zuko’s away on his ship in the first season, you get a glimpse into, while he’s away, what is going on in the Fire Nation and who’s pulling all the strings,” Yu says. “For Azula, Zuko is very much more like a roadblock than anything else. You see that sense of family is not really there.”

“I think the writers did a good job of showing a rivalry between the two fighting for the father’s approval and attention without us directly interacting or speaking with each other,” Liu adds. “Zuko is just trying to prove he is worthy of his father’s love and attention just as much as Azula is. I think people will really come to root for Zuko because of everything that he’s been through.”

The production team was also keen to honor and recreate the costumes of the original series in a way that was not only beautiful but practical for the actors; Kiawentiio and Ousley had to wear heavy coats made of suede and fur, while Kim, Liu and Yu wore layers upon layers of corseted material with large shoulder pads.

“They really helped me complete the character because there was something about when I put on the wardrobe that made me walk [and] feel a certain way,” Kim says, “and it turned my character into someone more regal and powerful.”

It’s almost fitting that the most regal character is played by Hollywood royalty among Asian Americans. For the better part of the last three decades, Kim has been at the forefront of the movement to increase the visibility of Asian Americans in film and television. “The fact that I’m still working and able to see [the change] and be a part of it makes me feel very grateful, because success is not guaranteed to anyone in this business,” he reflects.

Kim believes the new Avatar is a reflection of today’s changing landscape in Western entertainment for more diverse stories that center Asian and Indigenous communities. “I don’t think it’s any secret to say that a live-action version has been done in the past, but it wasn’t done this way,” he says, referring to M. Night Shyamalan’s disastrous The Last Airbender film, which whitewashed many key characters. “I don’t think that it would have been done this way even five or 10 years ago because there wasn’t the same emphasis on proper representation and real diversity [that there is now].”

“I feel like we fought hard for the progress that we’ve made, and at the same time, I acknowledge that there need to be others outside of those of us in the community to push things forward,” he adds. “It takes a community working together along with allies.”

As the most accomplished actor of the group, did Kim have any advice for his younger castmates? “I don’t feel like it’s necessarily my place to be giving advice where it’s not needed or wanted, but it was nice of them to ask me about my experiences and how they could chart their own path forward in a business that’s very difficult,” Kim responds. “I can tell you that I really have been impressed by all of them, and I’m so excited to see the next generation of Asian American actors in particular come in with this attitude, with this opportunity. I would really love nothing more than to see them succeed beyond what we’ve seen in generations previous.”

The first season ends with Aang, Katara and Sokka successfully helping the Northern Water Tribe fend off a vicious attack from the Firebenders. Rather than following the advice of past Avatars, who stressed that he would have to bear the burden of his title alone, Aang realizes that he needs his friends to master all four elements.

“The Avatar still has to learn other elements, so we had to get the ball rolling on water and earth. If we did reach Season 2, I believe that we’ll find Aang already practicing water just because in the group he has quite the master to teach him,” Kiawentiio says with a smile, alluding to her own character.

But the last minutes of the finale also reveal that the attack on the North was actually a decoy for the Fire Nation. Ozai, as it turns out, had his sights on the Earth Kingdom — and his daughter, Azula, has taken over the Earth Kingdom city of Omashu with her own army. Aang’s old friend, King Bumi (Utkarsh Ambudkar), has now been taken prisoner.

“You have this idea of the prodigal son and you put all of your attention to someone who, in Ozai’s eyes, is failing him,” Kim says of the state of Ozai’s relationships with his two most powerful children at the end of the season. “So when there’s another child that you are not looking at in the same way that ends up surprising you, it’s a pleasant surprise, and it changes the way that you see the future. I think Azula was a surprise to him, and it brings him some joy, and he may have overlooked her in the past, but now he sees her as a real heir apparent.”

The revelation that his father has passed him over for his sister, at least for now, shakes up Zuko’s entire world, Liu says. “He feels a weird sense of betrayal because even though it is his sister and his father working against him, they are part of the Fire Nation, and his loyalty towards the Fire Nation was something that we know he was very persistent about, even though he was banished.”

Going forward, Kim would be interested in deepening the portrayal of Ozai’s relationships with his children, as well as his older brother, Iroh. “What is the relationship between the two of them when the second son supersedes the first? And how does Iroh feel about all of that? We never really see that explored,” he remarks. “I’d also like to see what happened to Zuko and Azula’s mom. These kinds of things are crucial to deepening the character, and I would love to see a little bit more of his history and how that informs who he is now.”

While the show has yet to be renewed for a second season, the young actors all have their own hopes for future seasons. Ousley would like to see Sokka “pick up the pieces” emotionally after the beautifully tragic end of his first love, Princess Yue (Amber Midthunder). Yu is ready to “do some of the really iconic Azula lines and scenes that we all know,” especially the Agni Kai in Season 3. Cormier is most excited to potentially adapt “Appa’s Lost Days” and the final fight scene between Aang and Ozai. “Throughout the show, I feel like he's going to learn more and more about why he has to be the Avatar,” he says.

#article #teen vogue #gordon cormier #kiawentiio #ian ousley #dallas liu #daniel dae kim #elizabeth yu #natla #atla #netflix atla #atla netflix #avatar netflix #netflix avatar #avatar the last airbender

[yournowheregirl]

remember when i said this was gonna be 5 parts? psych! it’s gonna be six parts of the secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson saga (thanks again for all the love on this fic & a special thanks to @gothbat99 and @legitcookie for listening to my rambling about this part 🥰)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 4: i will always love you

Eddie never thought himself to be an overthinker. 

In fact, during the majority of his life a lot of people assumed he didn't think at all considering the way he flunked senior year twice (He got there in the end, though). But lately - well, actually ever since Pat swore up and down Steve isn’t as straight as Eddie originally thought - Eddie’s brain has been running at a hundred miles an hour.

More specifically, Pat’s words have been echoing through his mind, haunting him, torturing him, every time he hangs out with Steve.

“Hey man, that shirt looks really great on you.” Steve says one day when Eddie shows up at Family Video wearing a red henley. It’s an old shirt he found earlier that week when Wayne forced him to clean out his closet, a little tight but it still fit so Eddie decided to keep it.

“What, this old thing?” Eddie scoffs, playing with the frayed hem of the shirt.

“Yeah, it’s… it suits you. Looks nice.” Steve smiles. 

“Thanks.” Eddie replies. His smile is tight, in the hopes that he doesn’t give away the swarm of butterflies currently residing in his stomach.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“Wait, what’s happening again?” Steve asks one night during Will’s latest Hellfire campaign. 

It’s the first time in literal years that Eddie’s been playing a character instead of DM’ing and so far, he’s been very impressed with Will replacing him. Though his story lines can be a little too detailed at times, which makes it hard for Steve - who hasn’t been there during every D&D night - to keep up. 

So, Eddie explains it to him. He’s patient, keeping his voice low so the others won’t overhear and carefully watches Steve connect the dots. Watches how that cute little frown in between his eyebrows slowly fades away and is replaced with a soft smile. 

“Which brings us here, to the Rotting Grove and now we gotta wait until Dustin’s character makes a decision.” Eddie says finally, but Steve stays quiet. He’s still looking at Eddie, eyes wide with wonder, maybe he still doesn’t understand the plot just yet. “Sorry, did I go too fast? You want me to start again?”

“No, no, I got it.” Steve shakes his head, smiling. “Thanks for explaining it, though. You’re a great story teller, Eddie.” He says, bumping their shoulders together but never pulling away.

Steve stays glued to Eddie’s side throughout the rest of the night, whispering the occasional question or snarky comment in his ear, sending a chill down Eddie’s spine every time he feels Steve’s lips brush against his skin.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“You really gotta be more careful.” Steve says sternly one afternoon, after Eddie has fallen face-first onto the ground during one of Max’ skateboarding lessons, leaving him with a nasty graze on his cheek. 

“I was being- fucking Christ, Steve.” Eddie hisses as Steve dabs a washcloth against Eddie’s bloodied cheek. “Will you stop that? That hurts like hell.”

Steve ignores his protests, rolling his eyes. “An infection hurts even more, so just stay still, will you?”

His hand, big and warm, finds Eddie’s hip, holding him still against the bathroom counter, as Eddie tries to think of literally anything that’ll stop his blood from going south because this not the place or time to pop a boner right now. Which somehow results in him being particularly mopey to Steve.

“I can take care of myself y’know? Been doin’ it all my life.” He grunts when Steve slowly removes the washcloth. 

“I know you can.” Steve replies softly. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone taking care of you for a change.”

He runs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the last of the blood before placing his his hand on Eddie’s jaw, turning his face to see if there are any wounds to be taken care of. When Steve nods, obviously proud of his work, Eddie almost wants to go out there and trip another time, just to feel Steve’s hands on his skin again. 

“Besides, you need someone around here who actually knows first aid. God forbid something happens to that pretty face of yours.” Steve smirks, before patting Eddie’s chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie speechless for the first time in his life.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

Pat’s words keep getting louder and louder in his mind to the point that it’s the only thing Eddie can think about. He overanalyzes every single one of Steve’s movements, every word that rolls off his tongue, every glance sent his way, to the point that he swears he’s going insane.

Because the more he starts thinking about it, the more Pat might actually be right and isn’t that the most terrifying thing in the wold?

-xxx-

“Dude, will you stop that?”

Eddie looks up from where he was mindlessly staring out the window and glares at Dustin, who glares right back at him. “What?”

“Your leg.” Dustin pokes him in said leg, the one that’s been bouncing uncontrollably for the past few minutes. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Dustin’s been at the Munson trailer since early afternoon, figuring out the perfect songs to  put on the mixtape he’s mailing Suzie for their anniversary. Eddie had felt honored that Dustin came to him, rather than the so-called leading expert on romance (Steve) but now his patience is wearing thin. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves the squirt with all his heart, but Dustin’s been contemplating between two very similar songs for thirty minutes now and his indecisiveness is starting to get on Eddie’s nerves.

“Maybe if you hurried the fuck up, my leg wouldn’t be shakin’ Henderson.” Eddie retorts. “C’mon, hurry up, will ya? I got places to go, people to meet.”

Dustin snorts. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You know, going out to the woods to deal doesn’t exactly count as Friday evening plans.” Dustin says.

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “You know I don’t do that shit anymore, not with those shady government assholes watching my every move.” He sighs, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “But if you must know, me and Steve are having a movie night at his place and you know how huffy he gets when I’m late.”

That’s not entirely true. Sure, Eddie’s going over to the Harrington house tonight and sure they’re gonna watch a movie, but it’s also the night that Eddie decided to finally make a move on Steve. And maybe, if everything goes right, tonight will be the night that he finds the guts to Steve how he feels.

Which is why Dustin needs to get a move on because he really needs those extra few hours to contemplate his existence, have a panic attack, talk himself down from said panic attack and figure out what he’s going to wear.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying.” Dustin says, looking anything but impressed with Eddie.

“What? I ain’t lying, Henderson.” Eddie frowns. He grabs the VHS tape from the coffee table and waves it in Dustin’s face. “See, I got the movie and everything.”

“Yeah, well, you must have gotten the days mixed up.” Dustin shrugs. “Steve’s got a date tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” Eddie says, rolling his eyes at Dustin and ignoring the way his heart is starting to beat a little faster out of sheer panic. “Steve hasn’t been on a date since he broke up with Emily. And even if he has a date, I doubt he would’ve planned it at the same time as our movie night.”

“Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I know for a fact that Steve’s got a date tonight because he told me.” Dustin’s tone is bordering on condescending but Eddie doesn’t even have energy to tell him off right now because what the fuck? What does Dustin mean by that? And maybe more importantly, why did Steve leave Eddie in the dark about all this?

A heavy feeling settles down in his stomach, but he can’t let Dustin see his inner turmoil so he goes with indifference instead. “Pff, sure he did.”

“I saw him buy roses, Eddie! They were red too and that’s like, a dead giveaway for romance!” Dustin declares. “And when I talked to him about it he got this… weird, mushy look in his eye, which by the way gross, and said something about making tonight special and shit. Which again, gross, but if that doesn’t scream romantic evening to me, then I don’t know what is!”

Slowly, as Dustin’s words are starting to sink in, the heavy feeling grows stronger and stronger until Eddie feels his stomach drop.

Steve’s going on a date. 

Steve’s going on a date and just ditches Eddie without saying a word.

Steve’s going on a date with someone who isn’t Eddie.

Steve’s going on a date which means Pat was wrong.

“Get out.” Eddie says, voice on edge.

“Geez, didn’t know you’d get so upset. It’s just a cancelled movie night, I’m sure Steve-”

“Out!” Eddie exclaims, his tone way harsher than it needs to be. It obviously affects Dustin, who flinches at his words, but Eddie doesn’t care. Well, he does but he’ll apologize to Dustin later, once he starts to feel normal about all of this. 

Dustin quietly packs his stuff, mumbling something under his breath as Eddie just stands there, frozen. Eyes glued to the coffee stain on the carpet, mind reeling with thoughts of Steve ditching him for some date he didn’t even tell him about. 

He hears Dustin say a quiet goodbye but he stays there for a good few minutes before he finally snaps out of his trance and grabs the keys to the van from the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even see the dark clouds forming in the sky, he just gets in the van and drives. 

-xxx-

Rain is still pouring down when Eddie arrives at the Off-Road. Not that he really cares about the weather right now, he’s got other things on his mind. He pulls his leather jacket over his head and jogs over to the entrance, only to find the door closed and the lights off.

Great. Like his day couldn’t get any worse.

Eddie slumps down on the porch in front of the bar, not caring that he’s sitting on wet wood or that the wind is blowing the raindrops right in his face. The rain is actually pretty nice right now, hiding the tears that are slowly rolling down his cheek.

Crying over Steve motherfuckin’ Harrington. That’s a new low, even for him.

And the thing is, any other time Eddie could’ve dealt with Steve getting another date. Yeah, it’d probably hurt like a bitch and Eddie would’ve been sulking for a day or two, but he would’ve been fine. It would’ve been just another Emily situation, just another reminder that Steve would never been his.

But Steve keeping him in the dark about his date, Steve just flat-out cancelling their movie night without even telling him, after weeks of, let’s be honest, low-key flirting? That somehow hurts even more. It just feels like Steve doesn’t really care about him, like Steve’s using him like a fucking Kleenex - use once, then throw away when it’s no longer useful.

The thoughts in his head are so loud, so overwhelming, that he doesn’t even hear a pick-up truck stopping a few steps from him. Doesn’t hear the hushed voices or the wet sounds of footsteps through the mud.

“Ed? Whatcha doin’ here kid?”

Eddie looks up from where he had been staring at his feet, only to find Pat and Tish standing in front of him, huddled together underneath an umbrella. The worried looks on both their faces makes Eddie just cry even harder.

“Oh honey.” Tish says softly. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

Pat and Tish lead him inside and up the stairs that lead to the apartment above the bar. It’s small, but cozy and feels like a home, with little trinkets and old photos scattered just about everywhere. Pat firmly plants Eddie down at the kitchen table and hands him a couple of towels as his tears slowly start to fade. He hadn’t even realized how cold he was until Pat throws a woolen blanket over his shoulders and Tish puts down a pot of hot chamomile tea.

“So…” Pat says as she sits down across from him at the kitchen table. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s stupid.”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Pat says sternly, though her eyes are soft. “Now tell us what happened.”

And Eddie just spills everything. How Pat’s advice has been haunting him, how he’s been overanalyzing every of Steve’s moves, how he was so sure that Steve liked him back, only to be tossed aside without a care. He tears up again a few times and it’s so embarrassing he wants to be buried alive, even with Pat and Tish just listening and telling him it’s okay.

Once he’s done, he just feels empty - no more tears to cry, no more words to say, just an empty, hollow feeling where his heart used to be. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, honey.” Tish sighs as she pours him another cup of tea. He’s not usually a tea drinker but he’s had two cups already - he swears Tish put some kind of crack in it, rather than sugar cubes. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t deserve you. Not if he treats like you like, pardon my French, dogshit.”

Hearing Tish swear, while she’s generally so prim and proper, makes Eddie laugh, even through his dried-up tears. “Thanks, Tish.” He sighs, slouches down in his chair and looks up at the wooden ceiling. “But I guess this was good, in some twisted, fucked up way. Just the slap in the face I needed.”

“What’d you mean?” Pat frowns.

“It’s just… I been running after him like some lovesick puppy even though I know he’ll never feel the same.” Eddie says. “And it’s not doing me any good, now is it? Guess this is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

He knows he said that before, back when Steve started dating Emily, and even though it clearly didn’t work out the way he wanted to, Eddie has to make it work now. He has to say goodbye to Steve because he’s not so sure his poor heart’ll survive if he doesn’t.

And he knows exactly how he’s going to do just that.

Eddie jumps up from the table and races downstairs, ignoring Pat and Tish’s confused noises as they follow him. He fumbles with the lights for a moment but as soon as the lights are partially on, Eddie walks up to the podium, grabs the guitar off the wall and sits down on the stool that has become so familiar to him.

The bar is silent because of course it is and for a second Eddie just wants to laugh at how weird this whole situation - singing in a bar just to process his dumb feelings, even with no audience around (well, there’s an audience if you count Pat, Tish and the wind howling outside). But he has to do this, needs to do this, audience be damned. 

His hands are shaking, hesitating to play the first few chords. It’s not like he doesn’t know the song, in fact he knows it by heart and played it plenty of times, But he never actually sang the words, too scared what’ll mean if he’ll say them out loud. 

“If I, should stay… I would only be in your way. So, I’ll go but I’ll know, I’ll think of you each step of the way.” Eddie sing softly, voice already wavering because he was right for not singing this song before - it fucking hurts. “And I… will always love you.”

Eddie’s voice echoes through the empty bar, causing to sound more hollow than it already is. A shiver runs up his spine when he feels a cool breeze of wind - the wind must’ve flung the door open. Eddie doesn’t look up, closes his eyes instead and lets the music take him.

“Bittersweet memories, that’s all I’m taking with me.” He hears Pat and Tish whispering to another, can’t really see them from where they’re standing in the dark but their hushed voices sound tense. Not that Eddie’s really listening, it’s all background noise as he continues strumming his guitar. 

“Goodbye, please don’t cry. We both know…” Eddie chokes on his on voice, the words hitting a little too close to home. He takes a deep breath and tries again, refusing to shed anymore tears. “We both know that I’m not what you need.”

“Eddie?”

Someone’s calling out his name. A familiar voice. A way too familiar voice. 

Steve’s voice.

But that can’t be. Steve’s doesn’t knows he’s here. Steve’s too busy wooing his goddamn date with those goddamn roses.

It’s just in his head. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him. He just needs to finish this song and then this fake Steve will disappear and-

“And I… will always love you. I will always-” 

“Eddie, please.”

Eddie stops playing as a shadow washes over him, a figure blocking the spotlight. He squints, trying to identify whether it’s Pat or Tish who interrupted him, only to find that it’s neither of them

Because there, with floppy wet hair plastered to his face and a thoroughly soaked pink button-down and blue jeans, stands the one person Eddie had run away from in the first place.

Steve.

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[starsworldd]

solar return observations pt. 5 (asteroid edition)

readings are open! 💜

only take what resonates and take with grain of salt 💜

more focus on asteroids, but i wanna say for the asteroids its not proven info!! i have done a little research but that doesn’t mean it’s guranteed so PLEASE take with grain of salt!! 💜

♢ aphrodite (1388) retrograde can mean getting involved with some negative drama that year

♢ as important as it is to check where your solar rising falls in your natal, i think it’s also important to check where your natal rising falls in your solar return chart. it can give you more clues as to how that year will go for you! (in my opinion)

♢ osiris (1923) in the 2nd house could mean finding a new job or new ways to regulate your finances

♢ mozartia (1034) conjunct 10th house ruler for that year can mean that you earn recognition for demonstrating musical genius or intelligence

♢ when planets are at anaretic degrees, look at the house where it’s ruling (ex: if mercury is at 29 degrees, look at the houses where gemini and virgo are located). those house’s themes may have some sort ending or grand finale which often give way to important experiences or lessons for the future. endings with new beginnings <3 (overall look for planets and asteroids that are at 29 and 0 degrees, especially 29, they will be important!)

♢ having asteroid saga (1163) in the 4th or 12th house can indícate an emotionally chaotic time

♢ this has been said before im pretty sure, but if you have moon conjunct sun in your return chart check what house its at. that’s where you have a completely blank slate

♢ in my opinion, where your born asteroid is (13954) can show where there’s a fresh start as well

♢ years which i had ganesa (2415) in my first house i was pretty content throughout the year

♢ adagio (576901) in the 12th house can indicate a fast-paced year, there’s a lot to keep up with

♢ asteroid tattooine (278141) in the 6th house can mean a very plain kind of desolate day-to-day (but also hardworking!!)

♢ leo moon in the 10th house could mean doing concerts/gigs for people hehe (if you’re in that field)

♢ asteroid messier (7359) in the 12th could show an especially chaotic sleeping schedule

♢ fletcher (3265) in the 4th can show moving to a better home, it’s not guranteed but definitely more enjoyment in the domestic side of life

♢ asteroid sirene (1009) conjunct big 3 can mean you draw people in with your artistic pursuits

♢ i think having karma (3811) conjunct lilith could mean payback for your previous wrong deeds, and although it’s not pleasant i find that lilith has a very much “just do it” energy so you’ll just end up doing what you have to do to make right of your situation anyways

♢ when i had artemis (105) in my 10th house i noticed that i had a better connection with my dad throughout the year

♢ asteroid nereus (4660) in the 5th house mean that you feel that someone else has stolen the spotlight from you

♢ cancelli (5842) in the 12th house may mean that there’s a focus on taking care of your mental health for that year

♢ hades (h41) shows where things take a TURN (good or bad i find)

hope you enjoyed!

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[wayward-dreamer]

What Is And What Should Never Be

Dean’s Lessons Part 3

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 1,550

Summary: Selected chapters from Life’s Lessons told from Dean’s POV. Scenes that you didn’t get his perspective on, or scenes that you didn’t see… now you can. This part takes place after the events of chapters 5-8 of Life’s Lessons.

Warnings: Slight angst, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head, masturbation, sex dreams

A/N: This is also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo, square filled: masturbation. I really hope you guys are enjoying seeing a few things from LL from Dean’s perspective, and maybe even a couple things you didn’t see! ;) As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean.

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Dean shut the door, resting his back against the wood, a large exhale leaving him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable feeling to kick in. Sadness. Loneliness. Anger. Regret. He waited for at least one of them to wash over him, but they didn’t. In fact, the only thing he felt was relief.

It was his first time coming back from work to an empty house. Lisa had left a few days ago, both her and Ben driving off in their car. The last thing he saw was the car taking a left at the end of the street, and they were gone. He was of course going to miss the kid, he had really formed a good relationship with Ben, but ultimately it was the right thing for everyone involved that he and Lisa finally broke up and she headed back to Indiana.

As he walked down the hallway, he did feel one of those feelings creep in. Loneliness. For the first time in three years, he was alone. No one to come home to. No one to ask him about his day or greet him with a kiss on the cheek. It only lasted the first year and a half with Lisa, but it was still good while it lasted. He longed for all of that again. To feel wanted by someone. It had never bothered him in the past, to be alone, because he always had something or someone to occupy his time with. He didn’t want to go back to the way he used to be, though. It would be easy to slip back into his old routine, that was true, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want those things anymore; drinking himself blind or hooking up with women he didn’t know. He was done with that. He had had his fun.

What he wanted, more than anything and especially now that he was free to make that decision, was to be with Y/N. Just like most things in his life though, even that wasn’t going to work out because now she was with someone else. Mark something. Mark, who he had met twice now. Once when he was out with his dad and ran into Y/N and Mark, and then again at her birthday when they were having drinks. Mark, who had insulted him and had earned a punch to his irritatingly perfect teeth next time he saw him. He honestly didn’t know what she saw in him, considering they didn’t seem to have much in common or even have much to talk about. He saw her at the bar when they all had drinks together. She was talking with Charlie and Meg mostly, but even if she tried to make it look like she and Mark had something good, he could see the truth.

Dean sighed as he stopped in front of the kitchen sink. He felt something else start to sink in then. Regret. Regret that he hadn’t called it off with Lisa sooner. If he had, he’d be with Y/N now.

His phone vibrated in his pocket causing him to jump, his hand reaching into his pocket and taking it out. He exhaled deeply, seeing Sam’s name on the screen before he answered. Like an idiot, he forgot he was supposed to meet Sam for drinks and called a rain check. His little brother even offered to come over with pizza, beer, and watch Die Hard, something they did when one of them wasn’t in a good mood, but he told Sam he didn’t need to. He could tell Sammy was worried, and probably didn’t believe him when he reassured him that everything was okay as he put on a light tone to his voice, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Dean hung up and placed his phone on the counter, pushing his hands through his hair as he leaned his elbows against the surface. Maybe he should’ve said yes to meeting Sam so he didn’t have to face the eerie and somewhat depressing silence of his house, but he knew his brother would tell him things he wasn’t ready to hear yet. He lifted his head as he heard a car pull up across the street, his eyes immediately finding Y/N as he looked out the kitchen window. He saw her take out a grocery bag and carry it under one arm, her other holding her phone to her ear. He frowned as he watched her walk across the small path to her porch, throwing her head back as she laughed.

His heart began to beat faster against his ribcage as he felt the urge to go to her, to ask her whether she’d want to have dinner, and maybe finally open up to her about how he was feeling. Now that Lisa was gone, he could finally be honest with her. With the way she was smiling, however, he knew that she was talking to Mark. He stepped back from the counter, shaking his head at his own stupid thoughts. Maybe he was free for them to be together, but she wasn’t.

He made his way down the hallway and into his bedroom, stripping off his clothes before he stepped into the bathroom and left the door slightly ajar. He turned the shower on, making sure the water was warm before he stepped in, pulling the curtain closed. He pressed his hands against the tiled wall, leaning forward as the spray washed down his head and wet his hair, down his shoulders and back. He couldn’t take his mind off Y/N but considering they had spent part of her birthday together despite her insistence that they couldn’t be around each other, he wasn’t surprised by that fact. She had been constantly in his thoughts since they met, and then he kissed her on that fateful night, and everything was different between them.

Suddenly they weren’t just friends and neighbors. They were two people who couldn’t explore their feelings because of their situations. Their timing was never right, with him ending things with Lisa just as Y/N found Mark. None of it was playing it out the way he had hoped, the way he had dreamed on nights he fell asleep beside Lisa but was overwhelmed by thoughts of his beautiful neighbor.

His eyes shut tightly as he felt his cock twitch, his mind getting away from him as he pictured Y/N. He saw her on the night she came over for dinner, laughing and smiling at him, her hand fitting perfectly in his, her lips against his as they forgot about the reality of their situation for a moment and kissed. His hand drifted down, wrapping around his shaft and pumping slowly, his other still pressed into the wall to keep himself steady. He groaned softly as he remembered the feel of her skin against his palms, as his hands slid up her back under her sweater, right before she pushed him away. The scent of her perfume as he kissed along her neck and collarbone drove him insane, nipping at her flesh.

A low growl fell from his lips as memories turned into fantasies, to images of her beneath him, their bodies writhing against each other as he moved deep within her. His hand stroked over his cock a little quicker, his imagination running wild as he heard her moaning his name in the heat of passion, his hands in hers as they stared into each other’s eyes. Their lips fused together in a searing kiss, Dean rolling onto his back as he held her close.

He smiled softly as he pictured her above him, gazing down at him, his hands on her hips as her hips rocked against his. Their movement became frantic as she pressed her hands into his chest, his thrusts faster as he lifted his hips to meet hers. His hand pumped faster, a loud groan leaving him as he felt himself getting closer to his release. His eyes remained closed as he imagined Y/N moaning his name as she reached the peak of ecstasy, a string of expletives along with her name fell from his lips as he reached the edge. A strangled moan left him as his neck strained back, spurts of his seed coating the tiled wall before washing away in the spray of the shower.

He blinked rapidly as he opened his eyes, wiping away the droplets of water from his face as he was hit by a wave of guilt. He sighed heavily as he cleaned himself, turning off the shower and stepping out. He wrapped a dark blue towel around his waist, wiping the fog off the mirror as he stared at himself, leaning his hands on the sink.

No matter how much he wanted Y/N in his life, she had moved on. She was with someone else, and he had to accept that. Even if every fibre in his being was telling him not to, he knew that he had to fight the voices in his head telling him to go after her. She wasn’t free to be with him.

That was something he was going to have to live with from now on.

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[tgmsunmontue]

Saga of Solitude 1/?

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA. DADT fully in force. Hangster AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version).

This 3.5k chapter is written on the assumption that you've read the prologue, but you do you (it will still 100% make sense, but He Remembers does set the scene).

PROLOGUE (He remembers) HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights) Updating irregularly. This is a SLOW BURN

2000 (Bradley is 17)

                His hands shake as he holds the envelope. It’s thick. He knows that that’s a good sign. He promised Ice he would wait for him before he opened it. He carries it around the house with him, room to room, nervous that he’s going to somehow lose it if he lets it out of his sight. Mav is meant to be getting back from his deployment this weekend, and the girls are also meant to be coming for the weekend, so it’ll be all his family in one place to celebrate or commiserate with him.

                God he hopes it’s celebrate.

                He really wants to celebrate.

                What if it’s not?

                Oh god he thinks he’s going to be sick.

                Yep.

                Yep, he’s sick, just making it to the bathroom before bringing up the remnants of his lunch and the afternoon snack he’d forced down.

                Oh god, he doesn’t know if he can wait until Ice gets home.

                He sips the glass of water slowly, lets his stomach settle, reminds himself that his life will be fine if it is in fact a rejection letter. He’s applied to other places, Ice and Mav both insisting on it. He’s an honor student, plays baseball, runs track and is a member of the swim team. All things Ice had suggested to him if wanted to strengthen his application and prepare himself physically for entering the Navy. He’ll be fine.

                He’ll be fine.

                He turns on the TV, a hopeful step to distract himself but keeps checking the time. When he hears a car he runs out to the drive and it’s Ice’s car, but there is someone in the passenger seat, in uniform and his heart jumps.

                Mav.

                Mav is home.

                “Dad!” Bradley yells, running and wrapping his arms around his father.

                “Bradley! Holy shit you’ve grown!”

                “Maverick, language…” Ice says, his sigh resigned like he’s just reprimanding him automatically and Bradley lets out a laugh. “Surprise. He got in early.”

                “I got my letter. It’s.. here,” Bradley says, shoving the letter at Ice, not wanting the pressure of opening it.

                He looks and Mav and Ice; they’ve both grown still, suddenly less happy as they look at the thick white envelope, Ice slapping it against his palm, expression serious.

                “Come on, let’s go inside.”

                They head inside, and he leans into Mav’s arm around him, barely reaching now, but he won’t say anything. Ice is grabbing a letter opener, holding it out to him along with the envelope and he shakes his head.

                “Can you open it please.”

                Ice doesn’t bother answering, simply slits it along the top, pulling out the folded wad of paper and flicking the top sheet out sharply, eyes scanning it.

                “You’re in.”

                He lets out the breath he’d been holding, entire body slumping with relief.

                “Like there was any doubt,” Mav mutters, hugging him again, but he can see the tick in his jaw, knows he’s upset or worried about something. He’d seen it a lot when Mav had been teaching him to drive before Ice had decided that maybe he should take over the lessons.

                “We should sit down… maybe have some tea.”

                “You’ve been spending too much time with that British-raised Admiral, thinking tea can solve everything…”

                “Well, Bradley’s eighteen, didn’t exactly want to offer him whiskey.”

                “That’s okay, I can offer it. You want a whiskey?”

                “Maverick!”

                Bradley laughs, his nerves settling a little at Mav’s sheer ridiculousness.

                “I’m joking! Stop looking at me like that.”

                Ice lets out a long breath and he wonders if maybe he should have a whiskey.

                “Okay, so there’s also something we need to tell you.”

                “If it’s about sex we can skip it…” Bradley blurts out, wondering if that’s what has got them looking so deadly serious. He’s not stupid, at least not anymore. He’s realized they’re more than just friends, even if Mav has never uttered the words. Ice hasn’t either but he’s seen them, when they think he’s not looking. Heard them when they think he’s not at home, which he’s never mentioning ever. They’re both looking at him in shock and he pulls a face. “What? I’ve had sex.”

                “Fuck. Please tell me you’re being safe,” Mav mutters, which Bradley thinks is hypocritical considering the shit Mav pulls, although of course he is. Ice and Sarah have that shit covered.

                “Yeah, of course. I’m not stupid.”

                “Good to know. Not what we were going to talk about, but, uh, still good to know,” Ice says, looking at the ceiling like it will somehow give him strength. Maybe he’s thinking of the sex talks he’s going to have to give Tamsin and Petra, although they’re only five and three, so at least he’s got years to prepare himself.

                “It’s about your mom.”

                Bradley sits back, going silent. His mom has been gone nearly eight years, he can’t even begin to imagine what they have to say about her now.

                “She didn’t want you to join the Navy. I’m pretty sure when she said Navy, she meant any branch of the DoD, but we won’t split hairs. It was something we argued about. A lot.”

                “She wanted us to make sure you never joined. You’re eighteen and we wouldn’t be able to stop you enlisting. However we wanted you to know what she wanted.”

                “What do you want?”

                “We want you to be happy.”

                “Safe.”

                “But it would be hypocritical of us to stand in your way if you really want to join the Navy when we’re both… in the Navy,” Ice explains.

                Mav hums you can sail the seven seas and Ice shoots him a glare and it makes him laugh, Mav giving him a wink.

                “Bradley, we’ll be proud of you regardless of what you do, as long as you’re proud of it as well.”

                “You don’t need to feel like you have to join just because your dad was, or just because we are…” Mav adds and Bradley nods.

                “So, if you decide to accept this… and you do still need to accept it, just because they’re offering you a place doesn’t mean you have to accept it. If you decide to accept it there are some things that you need to be aware of…”

                “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. So this is a sex talk…” He notes the look that Mav and Ice exchange and realizes then that they think he doesn’t know, that he hasn’t put it all together. “Uh, I know you guys are a couple by the way.”

                He doesn’t get the response he expects, although he doesn’t know what he was expecting exactly. Maverick is laughing, but Ice has gone pale, looks nervous and he reminds himself that he’s considering entering an institute that will deny him something as simple as acknowledging his chosen partner.

                “Told you he’d figure it out,” Mav says, and he’s standing, going over to the liquor cabinet and pouring two whiskies, placing one in front of Ice who takes a sip with a slightly trembling hand. Mav pull a face, and he can’t really parse what it means. They’re not happy, he gets that much.

                “Bradley, DADT means you can’t talk about… well. Us,” Ice starts.

                “Yeah. I figured that out. I know you guys aren’t out. You didn’t even tell me.”

                They both wince at that and he wonders what it is he said.

                “Well, you can mention us, but you can’t mention our positions.”

                “Maybe avoid the fact that we’re in the Navy all together,” Mav suggests.

                “It also means you need to be… careful. For yourself,” Ice adds, turning the glass under his fingers.

                “Yeah. I get it.”

                “Bradley… we’re saying this because we care. Because we’re worried. You’ve grown up in an age where it’s… more acceptable to be… gay. The Navy hasn’t exactly moved at the same rate.”

                “We both married women because we needed people to stop speculating. It’s far more acceptable to be a widow or a divorcee…”

                “Oh.” Of course. He knew Mav had married his mom to make the whole adoption thing easier, but Ice marrying Uncle Sarah. He’d maybe thought bisexual, not that they were trying to throw people off their scent.

                “Yeah… I think you’re starting to get the idea kid.”

                “I’m not a kid.”

                “You’ll always be my kid. Our kid.”

                Shit.

                They’re both looking at him, eyes sad, and he nods tightly, once.

                Stares at the floor so he doesn’t see them watching.

                He gets it.

                But.

                He still wants it.

                Wants it bad enough that he’ll ignore what his mom wanted.

                Wants it bad enough that he’ll hide away a part of himself.

                His stomach roils at the idea of being found out then, but he has to at least try. He wants to fly more than he wants to have a boyfriend. More than he wants sex. Sex hasn’t been that great anyway. His times flying have definitely been better and more memorable than the times he’s had sex.

                “I want to fly.”

                “Yeah. Okay. How about you take the weekend, read through everything. We can discuss timelines and Plebe Summer…”

                “And how to avoid answering questions about your family.”

                “I’ll just… not talk about you at all. If anyone asks I’ll say my dad was a naval aviator and he died in a training exercise and –”

                “That’ll probably make them stop asking you questions. Won’t exactly make you friends.”

                “I don’t want friends. I want to fly.”

                “You can have both.”

                “Not if you’re lying to them.”

                “It wouldn’t be lying.”

                “Half-truths and omission is still lying.”

                Bradley looks between them, and he knows they’re about to enter a pointless argument with no winner that they seem to do every time Mav returns from deployment. It’s a pattern he’s noticed, all their attention turned and focused on each other and oh… Right. He guesses he’s still got a bit to learn.

                “I’m going to take this to my room and read it. Let me know when dinner’s ready okay?”

                “We’ll order takeout, something to celebrate. What do you want?”

                “Pizza!” Bradley calls out, can already hear the scraping of chairs and he’s going to put his music on and blast it.

…             …             …

                “You okay? Ice?” Pete asks, crouching beside him and Ice looks up from his glass of whiskey.

                “How did he figure it out? We’ve been so careful…”

                “He lives with us. Not all of us together, but he knew I wasn’t interested in Carole like that… He knows I’m not straight. When he came out to me I told him it wasn’t easy being in the Navy and not being straight. I really don’t think it’s obvious, not to our workmates or the casual observer. We have separate homes, separate lives… Our friends and family know because we told them.”

                “We didn’t tell Bradley, he figured it out on his own.”

                “He’s a smart kid. We did a good job,” Pete says, running his fingers over the back of Ice’s hand briefly, a caress that could be brushed off as accidental apart from the number of times Pete has managed it over the last decade. The closest he can give to a comforting hug in public.

                “Yeah, we did…”

                “He probably thinks we’re having reunion sex.”

                “Well, it has been five months. I wouldn’t say no.”

                Pete coughs, caught by surprise.

                “I – really? But Bradley’s home…”

                “Your son, who apparently knows we’re together, is now in his room in my house blasting music so loud I can feel it in my bones…”

                “Come on then! Time’s a wasting!” Pete says, tugging at his hand now, not wanting to give Ice time to second guess his decision and change his mind.

                “You taking me to me bedroom Mav? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

                “I left it in my thirties, it was replaced by my desire to never have my son never walk-in on me having sex…”

                Ice laughs then, reaches for him, pulls him close and he’s being kissed. Kissed properly like it’s a whole conversation, telling him how much he’s been missed, how much he’s loved, how much he’s wanted. Ice holds him close, one arm around his waist and his other hand on the back of his head, fingernails scraping through his hair and he presses against it, mainly against the hard body in front of him and one of the few perks of deployment is getting to come back to this every time.

                “Come on, take me to bed.”

…             …             …

                Bradley has seen videos of his parents, knows he’d probably have siblings if his dad had lived. He probably would have also known more than he wanted to about their sex life, given that they’d seen sickeningly in love with each other and not afraid to let the surrounding people know it. He remembers them being constantly affectionate with each other, always cuddling each other, often with him sandwiched in between.

                Mav and Ice don’t have that type of relationship at all, he’s never seen them kiss, or hold hands. Hugs have been few and far between, always coupled with manly backslaps or punches to the arm and he can only hazard a guess that it’s different behind closed doors. Except nothing between them changes over the weekend. They’re still friendly with each other, there are still looks which could maybe have a heavier meaning, but on Saturday night Mav says he’s heading home, to his place and Bradley has to stop himself from asking why.

                They have an illusion they need to maintain and he needs to play his part in maintaining it. He offers to go and stay with Mav, after all he’s only just back from five months away. Instead he’s told to stay where he is, that Ice wants to talk to him about the USNA once Tamsin and Petra are in bed. And he might not have siblings, but he does have Tamsin and Petra, who get called his little ducklings with how they follow his every move when they come to stay, or when he stays with Sarah and her wife when Ice isn’t at home and Bradley still needs to attend school. Bradley’s the one that reads them their bedtime stories, so he hugs Mav goodbye and tells him he’ll see him tomorrow.

                “You want a beer?” Ice offers and Bradley does a double take.

                “Uh. Is this a trick question?”

                Ice shrugs and Bradley accepts the bottle hesitantly, because Mav offering him whiskey as a joke last night is one thing, Ice offering him a beer with his serious face on is a whole different ball game and he knows they’re going to talk.

                “You had a chance to read through the material yet?”

                “Yeah. You know I’m going to accept right?”

                “I know. Stopping you from doing this would be like trying to stop Mav from flying. An impossible undertaking. So. I know we have time, but Plebe Summer… you want to be as physically ready for that as possible. It’ll make everything else easier. Mav and I will start you on a training regime so it’s not too much of a shock. Also start memorizing the orders now.”

                Bradley groans, but he guesses he’s going to have to prove to some that he deserves to be at USNA and not sailing in on the fact that Ice is pretty much his step-dad or de facto guardian or whatever the fuck people have been referring to their relationship as. Actually, he should probably know what other people think, or know.

                “What do other people think about me? About me living with you when Mav is deployed that is?”

                “That I’m doing Mav a favor. Some people might think it’s out of guilt, because of your dad. But it’s not. Your dad was my friend too. More than Maverick was back then, that’s for sure. Also I love you, your my kid in everything but name.”

                “It’s kind of going to suck pretending I don’t know you. Or that we aren’t close.”

                “Don’t pretend. You can mention me. But maybe don’t advertise the fact, because there will be people that will want to use your connections. There always are.”

                “Uh… I wasn’t going to try and make myself come off as a massive dick like I only earnt my place because I’m legacy.”

                “Bradley, you’re… triple legacy? If that’s even a thing. If anyone was going to accuse the Navy of nepotism then you’d be the poster child. Except you’re aptitude tests are great, you’d be a shoe in even if you weren’t a legacy kid. If you don’t want to draw attention to your relationship with me then we can manage that. I find deflection works best. When you’re asked about your family, what will you say?”

                “My dad was a naval aviator who died in a Top Gun training incident in eighty-six and my mom died of cancer in ninety-four. I was raised by my step-father after that. Any other awkward questions you want answers to?”

                Ice chuckles then, takes a drink of his beer and shakes his head.

                “God you sounded like Mav just then… You know what Mav told me to tell people when they suggested I try and reconcile with Sarah? That she was a lesbian and it was pretty hard to reconcile that.”

                “Oh ouch…”

                “Yeah, be good at what you do. Be friendly but simply discourage people from asking questions and you’ll be fine. When you make friends, and you will make friends Bradley, you’re far too social to not make friends, then you can maybe share with them who helped raise you after your mom died…”

                “You helped before she died too. You’ve always been there for me.”

                “I’ve always tried to be there.”

                “Thanks Ice.”

                “My pleasure. Now are you actually going to drink any of that or are you just warming it up?”

                “You can have it, I don’t like beer.”

                “How do you know? You haven’t even tasted it,” Ice states, his expression flat and Bradley rolls his eyes, knows when Ice is trying to wind him up.

                “You know I go to parties. I’ve had beer before.”

                “Learning all sorts this weekend aren’t we.”

                “Like you’d believe me if I said I’ve never had beer before anyway…”

                “Somedays I forget you’re not the same age as Tamsin and Petra.”

                “Ice…” Bradley says, rolling his eyes, handing him the bottle of beer.

                “If you ever have kids of your own you’ll understand.”

                “How did that, uh, work, anyway? Are you…” he trails off, not really sure how to ask his other father figure how he might identify.

                “I’m gay Bradley. Sarah knew before we even got married. Your mom set us up actually. This was back when it was instant dishonorable discharge if someone found out. Someone made a stupid passing comment about Mav and me, and we weren’t even serious about each other back then. Your mom had just been diagnosed and we knew it was a solution that would benefit everyone. Anyway, would you believe Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is actually an improvement? It’s still not easy but…”

                “I get it. You don’t want to put me off going, but you want me to be prepared for how hard it will be.”

                “Yeah. Yeah, you get it. I don’t want you to come back to us and say we didn’t warn you. Mav isn’t academy, somehow thinks I have some secret insights I can share with you despite the fact it’s been over twenty-five years since I was there. Things will have changed.”

                They sit in silence for a few moments and Bradley knows they’ll support whatever decision he makes. That lying, even by omission, is going to become normal for him, habit. He has to accept that if he’s going to join. He’s going to have to hide himself, and his family.

                “Is it worth it?”

                “Is what worth it?”

                “Hiding.”

                The sigh Ice lets out is long and Bradley can tell he’s not avoiding the question, but more trying to formulate an answer, because he never rushes things, always treats Bradley’s questions with respect and gives him fleshed out answers, truthful ones, even when they might hurt. He’s talked more about his dad’s death with Ice than he has with Mav, knows that Mav still feels some level of guilt, and probably always will if what Ice says, so he doesn’t bring it up with him.

                “Yes and no. It used to be easy. No. That’s not right. It used to be easier. When we were younger, and had your mom and Sarah at our backs, it was easier. Now… well. We’re very used to hiding. But I’d love to take Mav to things as my partner. Officially. Not just pretend to bump into each other and pretend we haven’t seen each other in a while. It can be lonely.”

                “That sounds sucky.”

                Ice shrugs, seems reconciled to it and Bradley wonders if he’ll get like that and it makes him a little sad.

                “It is what it is. I can’t change anything. I’ve been very careful. But I made friends, close friends, ones that know about Mav and me, and some still serve now. If I lived my time again I’d make nearly all of the same choices. Maverick being one of them. He’s worth it.”

                “Even when he annoys you?” Bradley asks, because that seems to be a cornerstone of their relationship, and the smile Ice gives him is small and soft.

                “Especially when he annoys me. Reminds me not to take myself too seriously.”

                “Okay. Okay. Thanks for the talk…”

                “Anytime. You know that.”

                Yeah.

                He does.

CHAPTER TWO

#Saga of Solitude #IceMav #Hangster #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction

[jimblejamblewritings]

Our Violent Delights Will Not Have Violent Ends: The Twilight Saga Rewrite (Book 1, Twilight) | Part 2.

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. This is a re-write of Twilight.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Warnings for the Chapter: none

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again. 

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect. 

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack. 

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.” 

“Okay.” 

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class. 

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.” 

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out yout phone to jot down that note. 

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates…  I was wondering do you think Ang—” 

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car. 

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later. 

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”  

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you. 

“Ladies, first.” 

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.” 

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.” 

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.” 

“Personal reasons.” 

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?” 

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”  

“Apology accepted, I guess.” 

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?” 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.” 

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.” 

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.” 

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?” 

“Baseball.” 

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?” 

“No, I believe you.” 

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker. 

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?” 

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.” 

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.” 

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?” 

“No.” 

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.” 

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.” 

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move. 

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward. 

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out. 

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds. 

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.” 

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?” 

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie. 

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.” 

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.” 

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before we had to drive to the school to get my car and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you. 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked. 

Edward looked reluctantly as he made his way towards you. “What?” 

“How did you get over to me so quickly?” 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.” 

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.” 

“And what was that?” 

“You stopped the van with your hand.” 

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?” 

“Thank you.” 

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” 

“Not at all,” I tell him, determined. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” 

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward. 

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you. 

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!” 

“You need more than a van to take me down.” 

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived. 

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.” 

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?” 

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?” 

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.” 

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.” 

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?” 

“Most definitely.” 

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.” 

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination. 

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil. 

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.” 

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell. 

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.” 

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you? 

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.” 

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”  

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.” 

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—” 

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement. 

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again. 

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?” 

“Um. Ma—” 

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?” 

Edward took the opportunity to slip away. 

“Who?” you feigned ignorance. 

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.” 

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook. 

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends. 

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner. 

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”  

“Yeah. See you guys later.” 

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away. 

“So where are we going?” you asked. 

“Who picked last summer?” 

“Charlie.” 

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.” 

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.” 

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend. 

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up. 

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone. 

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.” 

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.” 

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done. 

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think. 

“Just gross, no offense,” you said. 

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.” 

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?” 

“Do you want to play it up?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over. 

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water. 

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking. 

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss. 

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.” 

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?” 

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.” 

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck. 

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?” 

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?” 

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.” 

“You say this from experience?” 

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.” 

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?” 

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.” 

“Hey, I’m a virgin.” 

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.” 

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes. 

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”  

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked.  Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well. 

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together. 

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.” 

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga the Masterpost

Welcome to Dungeons and Daddies the Manga! A complete, fan-run yonkoma-style recap of the second season of Dungeons and Daddies (a podcast about four teens kinda from our world trying to save our world after their grandparents messed it up). Use this masterpost to easily navigate yourself to your favourite episodes and remember all the nonsense our favourite daddies have crammed into this wild season.

Order the physical version of the manga, with 24 new exclusive pages over here!

Support me and this project and get a drawing with my ko-fi!

Lesson List:

Lesson 1: Dungeons and D.A.D.D.I.E.S.

Lesson 2: The Game of Life [Any% WR Speedrun]

Lesson 3: The Unbearable Linkness of Peeing

Lesson 4: Barf Bum Movie Men

Lesson 5: Dance Dance Revelations

Lesson 6: Dance Dance Revelations 2ndMix Link Version

Lesson 7: The Gofast Club

Lesson 8: Slumber Party Mayorssacre

Lesson 9: Debate Me, Cowards

Lesson 10: Dad Me To Hell

Lesson 11: That Thing? You, Dude!

Lesson 12: Scary Movie 2

Lesson 13: Children of the Code

Lesson 14: Welcome to Earth

Lesson 15: California Pizza Kombat

Lesson 16: Needlejuice

Lesson 17: OSHA’s Eleven

Lesson 18: Grand Theft Gato

Lesson 19: Pop Punk

Lesson 20: I Brought You My Catbus, You Brought Me Your Love

Lesson 21: Finding Forest Her

Lesson 22: Army of Tree

Lesson 23: Alright

Lesson 24: Spider-Boyz: Homecoming

Lesson 25: Stand and Delivery

Lesson 26: The Staircase

Lesson 27: Ei8ht

Lesson 28: King of the Hell

Lesson 29: S.O.C.C.E.R.: Shadow of Scorenogoal

Lesson 30: Mrs. Swallows-Oak-Garcia’s Home for Peculiar Teenagers

Lesson 31: Halt and Catch Fireball

Lesson 32: Con Mayor

Lesson 33: An Extremely Goofy Episode

Lesson 34: Finding Tori

Lesson 35: Apollo Four Teens

Lesson 36: When Terry Met Terry

Lesson 37: Cut My Life Into Pizzas

Lesson 38: Main Character Syndrome

Lesson 39: Hey, Dude

Lesson 40: The Teenhigh Saga: Break-in Wrong: Part 1

Lesson 41: We Need to Talk About Heaven

Lesson 42: Spirit Hallow Peen

Lesson 43: Attack on Titanic

Lesson 44: Atonyment

Lesson 45: Hell or High Father

Lesson 46: Lincoln in the No Holds Bardo

Lesson 47: Inside the Actor’s Funeral

Lesson 48: Next to Normal

Lesson 49: Halo Reach

Lesson 50: Larry the Capable Guy

Lesson 51: Cool Hand Linc

Lesson 52: Dood Riddance (Time of Your Life)

Lesson 53: Urination (Friends Forever)

Extras

Style Guide: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

New Years 2023

Page 69.5

Anniversary

New Years 2024

The Team:

Manga by @cerealforkart​

Transcripts by @confusedfoam​

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🌹   = personal favourite 🎄= christmas collection

🍑   = spicy / smutty 🍂 = cozy collection

 🌩  = emotional / angsty 💍 = wedding saga

🐥 = domestic bliss

formula one drivers

series

the one direction series

( lance, lando, yuki, alex, mick, pierre and daniel )

the katy perry throwback series

( charles, carlos, george, esteban, zhou, oscar and logan )

family are the friends that you meet along the way ( platonic! mercedes x reader ) 🌩🌹

tina! the series

charles leclerc

radiator springs ( series )

summary: following a career-defining three-way tie in france, charles leclerc finds himself drunk on tequila as he aimlessly drives around. after crashing in radiator springs, a nowhere town in the french riviera, he finds himself behind bars and on the hook for a few thousand dollars in damage he caused on his drunken bender. a former hot-shot city lawyer convinces the mayor to make charles stay until he fixes the town square, and charles ruminates on lessons about, fame, life and love while he slowly falls for the lawyer that caused it all in the first place. yes this is the plot of cars, no i do not take criticism.

pinup (headcanons) 🌩 🌹

summary: charles has a great idea to help his girlfriend feel more confident in her body

haunted house ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂

summary: charles and y/n go to a haunted house at the local fall fair. but the biggest scaredy cat of all may surprise you…

santa baby (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🍑🐥🌹

summary: it's christmas morning, his mother has the kids, and it's been too long since he and his wife got to enjoy a little bit of quality time, if you get what he's saying

cake is definitely a form of self care (headcanons)

summary: the last month has been rough for both of them, so now that they're both home, together, with no obligations, charles has a really great (but also really dumb) idea a.k.a, baking with charles

I’m with you (drabble)(cozy collection 2023) 🍂

cozy fall things with charles

she sells sanctuary (kinktober 2023) 🍑

she wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. and now that he is, she can’t stand seeing him so exhausted. a warm shower should fix that, right?

yuki tsunoda ( a.k.a the cutest human to ever grace planet earth )

enchanting ( headcanon ) 🍑

summary: italian winters are cold, and with y/n beside him, yuki thinks up a great way to warm up for the morning

paperback lover ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: yuki’s girlfriend loves to read, and he loves to observe

this is halloween ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🌹

summary: for their first halloween together, y/n shows yuki all of the things that she loves about spooky season.

breakfast in bed (headcanons) 🍑🌹

summary: it's his girlfriend's birthday, and yuki has the best surprise planned: breakfast in bed, with a little something *extra* on the side

super bass (headcanons) (miami gp 2023 special!) 🍑🌹

summary: its media day in miami, and y/n's boyfriend can hardly say he's wearing a shirt . . . unfortunately, there's no time to slip away, so she's biding her time until they get back to the hotel and her lover can take his time with her.

flower power 🌹

summary: he has so much love in his heart, and finally there’s someone he can share it with. or, all the times yuki almost asked y/n to marry him, and the one time she said yes.

pour some sugar on me (kinktober 2023) 🍑🌹

a little bit of lavender candle oil and a hot masseur can make a long, gruelling day at work (and some serious back strain) have a very happy ending

god knows i've tried (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🌩️🌹

stranded at her publishers office after the battery in her car dies, there's only one person she wants to call for a jumpstart

by my side

pasta always tastes sweeter when made together after a long week at work. all she wants is to bask in his sunshine. and hes all too glad to share his light with her

delicious 🍑

some unhinged thoughts

lance stroll

baby steps ( headcanon ) 🌹 🐥

summary: lance and y/n bring their daughter to a race for the first time. can be read as follow up to night changes

mr. brightside ( headcanon ) 🍑

summary: they’re supposed to be meeting sebastian for dinner, but once lance sees y/n in her dress, he gets other ideas

wait on me ( headcanons ) 🍑💍🌹

summary: the minute he met her, he knew she was his forever. now, when all the vows are said and done, he gets to make her his all over again. or, wedding night sex with husband!lance

apple cider and the tap tapping of little paws ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🌩🌹

summary: it’s their first fall living together, and lance thinks it’s time for the next step: adopting a puppy

tipsy (headcanons)

summary: eggnog, holiday spirit and christmas music. lucky for y/n, lance is a romantic drunk.

yule shoot your eye out (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🍑🌹

summary: it was supposed to be a relaxing getaway. instead, a snowstorm traps y/n ocon and lance stroll inside the mount tremblant cabin they had rented. so until the snow melts, she's trapped with her brother's best friend, and forced to reckon with her feelings.

there's a honey(mini fic) 🍑🌹

lance thinks that the image of y/n reading her scandalously smutty romance book is the image of sensuality. or, private library sex with lance <3

i've been meaning to tell you (headcanons) (unofficial sequel to 'baby steps') 🐥

summary: y/n has something to share with her husband post bahrain 2023 that might make the whole weekend just a little bit sweeter

november rain 🌹💍🍑

summary: after four long years and one pandemic cancellation, it's finally time for y/n and lance to return home to mount tremblant and tie the knot.

slumber party (headcanons) 🐥🌹

lance gets left in charge of his daughters slumber party after his wife falls ill.

mr. ghostface (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹🍑

a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

sleigh ride (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🌹💍

christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

don't go breaking my heart 🌹💍

weddings are joyous and festive, but can be stressful for introverts like lance and his wife. so when they were able to steal some moments with each other in the peace of his aston martin between the ceremony and the venue, they know these are the moments they will treasure the most from that day.

pierre gasly

bamboozled ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: pierre told y/n they weren't getting a dog together. well, they got a dog and now pierre has a new best friend

tell me more ( headcanon ) 🌹

summary: pierre always knew y/n’s music taste was a little different, but when she takes him to a concert, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into..

if you like pina coladas ( the cozy collection 2022 )🍂🐥

summary: after a brilliant weekend away, pierre and his girlfriend get caught in a storm and debate the best way to run from the porsche to the front door. (mini fic)

mr. winter (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄

summary: bad weather is keeping her flight grounded for the foreseeable future. as her holidays fall apart, she meets a handsome stranger in the terminal next to hers.

she keeps me up (headcanons) 🍑

summary: driving in the storm was a bad idea. when she gets stranded at a rest stop, what's the harm in having a little bit of casual fun with the hot stranger that's also stuck there?

twelve fractures  🌩🍑🌹

summary: the four times that y/n leclerc almost called pierre gasly, and the one time that he gave in and called her.

lando norris

bath & body works ( headcanon )

summary: y/n can’t find her perfume. a quick face time to lando explains why

would it be a sin? ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🍑🌹

summary: lando tries (and fails in the sweetest funniest of ways) to make his and y/n’s first night in their new house together a memorable experience

good girls go bad (headcanons) 🌹

summary: inspired by good girls go bad by cobra starship, y/n fancies the suave british dj that she meets in ibiza. dj!lando x female reader au

ribbons, scotch tape and holly (headcanons)

summary: a relaxing afternoon of wrapping christmas presents with her lover. at least, it was supposed to be. aka, lando is shit at wrapping presents

shut up and drive (street racing au!) (headcanons) 🌹

summary: headcanons i wrote after watching the fast and the furious movies . . . enough said. lando is infatuated with the woman in the pink mustang who kicks his ass in a bristol street race.

I want candy (mini fic) 🍑🌹

two p2s in a row for her lover boy deserves a reward.

kill of the night (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹

she hates parties. especially quadrant parties hosted in large creepy mansions. at least the hot pirate hosting the party is into her, or she would have left ages ago.

give me a kiss (or three) 🍑

matching clothes shouldn't turn lando on this much. but here we are.

alex albon

hungry eyes ( headcanons ) 🍑 🌹

summary: rainy days for alex and y/n means movies, slow dancing, scented candles and soft sex in front of the fireplace

better weather ( mini fic ) 🌩

summary: holiday break is coming to an end, and his girlfriends anxiety is starting to kick in ( *cough* holiday burnout *cough* )

bump in the night ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂🍑 (just a small smutty scene)

summary: y/n hates being scared, so when alex freaks her out on movie night, he takes advantage of that. or, where alex pranks y/n until he really can’t explain why the lights suddenly went out

the sexy alphabet 🍑

an nsfw alphabet.

under the mistletoe (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹

summary: alex has the perfect answer to his girlfriend's seasonal sadness: keeping things festive and decorating the entire house, with a little bit of help from the cats, of course!

featherweight (headcanons) 🍑

summary: nsfw thoughts about alexander albon and feathers. as well as me rambling about how soft and romantic that i think he is because you should know by now that i am a hopeless romantic.

a sweet, sweet, fantasy baby 🍑🌹

summary: she thought that settling down with the love of her life was just a fever dream, that being loved just wasn't in the cards for her. but alex made her dreams come true with a small silver ring. or, engagement night sex with alex.

i saw mommy kissing santa claus (the christmas collection) 🎄🐥

alex has to keep up the illusion that santa claus is real, and every year gets more extreme than the last. he's got footprints to put on the living room floor and cookies to eat and stocking to fill . . . and at this rate, he's going to wake up the whole house.

daniel ricciardo

maybe, baby ( headcanons ) 🍑🌹🐥

summary: daniel and his fiancee decide it's time for a baby, at a time when his future looks more and more uncertain

the songs that remind us of the good times (headcanons)

summary: singapore brings the best result of daniel's season. let the celebrations and declarations ensue

jack and sally ( the cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍🌹

summary: scotty and chloe are throwing a halloween party, and danny and y/n think they've got the best couples costume in the entire party.

cuts like a knife ( headcanons ) 🌹🐥

summary: he's a local legend in perth, and she's just the girl that works at the dive bar. ( for all intents and purposes, every song that he sings is by bryan adams. )

baby, it's cold outside (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🐥

summary: daniel and his wife celebrate his first christmas without f1 with their daughter while they reminisce on how they got there.

the right temperature to be keeping you warm (kinktober 2023) 🍑

she’s not used to october being as warm as it is when she joins daniel in perth for thanksgiving. the heat is unbearable, and daniel has a fun way to cool her down.

vermont (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄

the ski trip sounded all well and good in theory. except for the fact that she would rather be in the chalet than on the slopes. so when she gets stuck on a ski lift and starts to hyperventilate, danny is the one to calm her down.

zhou guanyu

exile 🌩🌹

summary:  after her boyfriend crashes at the british grand prix, nobody will tell y/n anything. ( she’s seen this film before, and she didn’t like the ending )

new year's eve (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🍑

summary: a sponsor event in the big apple, white wine on linen, a chinese stain removal method and a red silk qipao bring zhou and y/n together for a new year's adventure that teaches them important lessons about self-love, intimacy and the joy of living.

life in plastic, it’s fantastic (headcanons) 🐥

summary: zhou and y/n build their daughter a dollhouse, inspired by a very familiar garage.

this call is coming from inside the house (the cozy collection 2023)🍂🌹

the corn maze is her favourite fall tradition, and she's so excited to share it with her boyfriend for the first time. it's a shame that his wandering hands got them lost.

george russell

illicit affairs ( headcanons ) 🍑

summary: his girlfriend has had a long day, and george just wants her to relax for half an hour (bathtub sex with george)

ironic ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍🌹

summary: everything on their wedding day goes wrong, in all the right ways. inspired by verses from ‘ironic’ by alanis morrisette

christmas on the road (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌹🐥

summary: all george wants for christmas is to get home to his wife and his son. unbeknownst to him, his wife has a little surprise in the form of two pink lines that's about to make his christmas that much sweeter.

audiobooks (headcanons) 🌹

george records an audio version of his fiancée's favourite book so that she doesn't feel alone when he's out on a double header

the great christmas light fight (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🍑

their newlywed christmas might not be all they hoped it would be when a new couple moves in across the street and threatens to steal george's title as 'king of christmas'

esteban ocon

jetlag (headcanons)

estie bestie and y/n miss each other like hell. he’s just come back from a race weekend, and she’s gone to a hen week in another time zone

oscar piastri

insatiable (drabble) 🍑🌹

oscar is a tits man.

glad I crashed the wedding (cozy collection 2023) 🍂🍑🌹

summary: she needed a wedding date. he wanted a reason to spend time with her. but of course, the inn only has one bed, and oscar makes her feel alive in a way she's never felt before.

naughty list (the christmas collection 2023) 🎄🍑

oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

nation of two

a camping trip in perth, and a set of missing sleeping bags brings together a pair of childhood friends in a way neither of them had quite anticipated

logan sargeant

954 🍑🌩

florida man fucks shy college girl.

9 to 5 (what a way to make a living)🌹

its y/n's first day of work at her new job, and logan is trying his best to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

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