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lillian-nator · 3 years

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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days

Thank you (with additions from sleepy my beloved)

Okay

Wilbur isn’t the oldest

Techno is

But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs

The soldiers come first

So Techno is the commander in chief , the general

Wilbur, second born

Is heir to the throne

To the diplomatic side of the empire

and Tommy Gets shit

He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid

Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen

Was he really born to be the understudy

he was born as a backup

Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that

like he's the Zuko

Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack

Wilbur is 21

Techno’s 23

Tommy’s 17

However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does

Ever since he was like 4

Everyone has said yes

He wants to defy them

He wants to just do something to make someone say no

That and he lowkey

He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him

Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him

He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention

He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things

He’s never been stopped

People consider him snobby and spoiled

He's a brat

He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no

Tubbo = Stable Boy

Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)

Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.

Bench Trio = Best freinds

I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close

they just have jobs and shit

They took over Phil's shit

they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it

Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close

she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"

but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene

that and she's not who he's looking for attention from

You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~

The answer is:

like the UKs

But more like

Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say

Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything

instead of a judge

HOWEVER, that's in the national level

in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system

because the judicial system isn't regulated

So bonus questions:

Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?

soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports

Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two

Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does

Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country

I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy

The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy

Phil doenst really see her much either

Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around

Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras

its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people

And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife

Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again

Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride

With Absolutely No Repercussions

Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked

Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm

Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn

Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers

he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit

dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything

The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT

The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends

Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents

Betty is short for Elizabeth

He brings them in off the street

Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now

He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes

The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs

like a modern celebrity

Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH

By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"

most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off

He poses for them

just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off

He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them

If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will

Tommy befriends some of the staff

he hates a lot of the butlers tbh

thinks they're stuck up

but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."

that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats

Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions

Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"

For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty

He calls Wilbur Your Majesty

It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil

Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it

He never wears the clothes

He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways

Instead he donate them all anonymously

Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful

By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse

he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy

a spoiled brat

He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it

The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him

he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear

and give every magazine a story to tell

they notice him

he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please

Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.

he has holes in his face yes.

he pierced his ears and his nose

He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo

Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him

Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him

Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction

and its not like he's only doing it for attention

he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does

he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air

but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie

Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually

Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb

Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated

and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious

Tommy's life here is just

'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'

Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey

I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids

And the press

And the news

However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him

But they never see the pictures

They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony

They don't see how bad it is

Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him

Phil sees it however,

And he’s so disappointed

He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works

Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does

Not like their mother

And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to

It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"

not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"

He never asks if Tommy is ok

He never asks if he’s safe

Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS

He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her

I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills

Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.

Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there

His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.

Wilbur does put out the fire a bit

He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind

But man

The news headlines

They do him dirty

Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over

They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time

Tommy loves it, just a little

Bad press is still press

He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that

It’s a tense week after that headline is released

His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine

They just don’t know

Kristin asks him

She’s the only one who believes him

I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too

But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore

Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better

Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now

This isn’t even the worse headline

One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction

Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy

They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week

The things they say are close to the truth but not quite

The PR Team tries their best to help but

They don’t even know what’s true or not

Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize

They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control

But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so

Fair trade really

Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl

It’s the worst shit

Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window

(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)

And the next morning, recalling what he did

He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place

Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note

It’s fucking DAMAGE control

Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can

They are

When Tommy’s handler isn’t around

Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit

Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot

Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.

Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.

Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.

Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.

Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit

I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.

Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit

One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.

Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.

I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy

But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?

He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.

Never too fantastical for classism

But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.

Tommy is appalled.

And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone

And Ranboo laughs and goes

“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”

“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”

“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”

“Sure man, let’s go with that.”

Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”

Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”

The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur

Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers

Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy

But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy

He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself

It probably wouldn’t end well for him

Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can

But they’re SO busy

That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit

Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.

Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.

I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.

So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.

I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines

Purples is Tommy’s friend

Rich family, old money

Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to

Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy

Frat Boys

I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle

Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit

But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit

Also, yiu know Pongo right

101 Dalmatians

That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter

They are like standing completely proper and walks straight

ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too

the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs

and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."

One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"

"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."

Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.

It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.

Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.

But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting

Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.

It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.

Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.

The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.

He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be

He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past

Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now

And he knows exactly what he needs too

They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo

They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now

ANywyas

Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship

she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths

they eat breakfast together every morning

the whole family does

but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week

he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill

With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important

he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes

not on the bad weeks

not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool

Tommy likes sport cars

big car guys

He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars

its truly like

disgusting

how many cars he owns

Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive

But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments

Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet

to be fair

Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments

Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general

But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall

Never meant to be used

It’s so many

I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much

His babies

he has his expensive cars that he wrecks

and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold

They’re named

Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves

Its a bright orange ferrari

(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)

(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)

all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs

Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible

but he wishes his dogs were that small

Easy to transport

but they got all gangly limbs like him

and stand up to his hip

Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable

its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp

It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch

its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him

they know

but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars

The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding

He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself

If someone breaches that

They risk getting blacklisted

that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in

im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever

Clementine barely sees the road I think

She’s kept in top condition

By Tommy’s own hands

But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties

Or the brunches

Or the clubs

She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events

Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car

And he has to exit her before she’s parked

So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside

It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events

so its modern right

so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes

so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets

he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows

Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest

But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied

The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it

Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff

Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.

Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.

Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie

“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”

Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways

“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”

“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”

The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining

It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers

And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit

“Thanks Wil.”

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy

“Of course.”

Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur

Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room

“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”

Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much

Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him

“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book

Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think

Just weed

and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs

for sure, its stressful

Wilbur smokes cigarettes though

and he can't act out like Tommy can

and Phil loves him..

Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to

They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention

he gets to do shit

like he gets to be a real teen

the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience

like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars

And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT

See him have actual friends

And they’re happy for him

But it hurts a bit

And Tommy's hurting too

It's a lot

but its like

even if Phil wasn't shit

its a lot of attention

like everyone is watching them at all times

Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press

Tommy gets to put on a show for them

Yeah yeah

Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?

Too much

Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK

The guy never has to work again

Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him

They are both laughing at him

Tommy swung on a chandelier that night

A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter

The amount of people in her dms for that picture?

Ludicrous

Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories

Magazines pay thousands

Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like

Just tapping through

“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”

So, Dessert Drinks

It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them

That are meant to taste like a dessert

So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks

They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world

Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff

But no

He wants the sweetest thing you got

Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?

He also like wine strangely enough

The like really expensive wine

Bc it reminds him of Wil

They have it down in the cellar

Techno is the whiskey dude

Or like 1942

Which is just a really bougie tequila

He just likes the shit that burns

Tubbo will drink literally anything

He’ll eat anything too

It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything

Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants

One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one

Fucking loves giving presents n shit

It's his love language

Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting

Tommy insists on paying

Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it

Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money

Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he

And by he I mean Phil

But you know, Daddy’s card

Black amex all the way

Boujie motherfuckers

Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment

When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy

He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers

So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them

Just full of affection

Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad

Kicked puppy

He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all

making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled

"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"

He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week

he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels

he also trashes his friend's rentals

on the other hand, he hugs his brothers

and steals Wilbur's crown

when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes

Still does after all these years

He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big

Tommy has his own crown of course

he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does

Wilbur wears his all of the time

Tommy wears his when

A. he's drunk and with friends

B. at formal or royal events

he likes wearing it when he's partying

still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him

He makes techno give him a piggy back ride

He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man

Can you blame him?

They all really miss being little

They miss being able to be kids n shit

when their mother took care of them

and their father did all the king shit

And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden

When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar

Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?

Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice

And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar

And it’s so similar to when they were younger man

...

but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting

and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds

and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers

and people wonder why Tommy likes partying

fills the time, doesn't it?

He wakes up cold and alone and hungover

And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man

It’s a bad two days

Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days

And Tommy is barely sober during those two days

After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week

He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?

Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk

He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas

half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk

sometimes he'll get high

but he just likes the adrenaline

and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates

POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you

He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was

mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night

It’s not a good night for anyone

Got drunk as hell man

No dd

Car crash

I don’t think Clem is totaled

And Tommy is ok

But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels

Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him

And with that crashing down

Clementine was bound to crash too

Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed

But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere

Tommy wrecks Clem

Then fucking goes on a bender

just destroys shit

parties so he doesn't think about it

and then he fucking crashes

Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him

So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel

maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner

And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know

And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is

And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food

The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”

And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man

He’s gone

he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage

He doenst even take Tubbo

they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys

Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage

And Tommy’s phone is turned off

They can’t contact him

Tommy gets handcuffed

he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car

he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose

like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something

And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls

Straight vodka type night

there's a bottle in the cupholder

He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood

The dent in her door

The cracks in the windshield

And he just takes a swig of the bottle

He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace

Clem is towed back too

He doenst care man

this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit

So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed

he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad

and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"

and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head

and he's out

he needs to leave

he doesn't need her pity

and he just goes to Purp's and parties

because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie

His brothers are there as much as he lets them be

Tubbo too

Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines

he gets on a jet

and goes as soon as he sees the news

cause Clem was Tommy's baby

He loved that fucking car man

And then

Boom

One dinner is all it took to ruin everything

Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"

Techno is straight faced

Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil

And Kristin just looks stressed

She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of

none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates

They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened

Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities

1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.

10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral

he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day

It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”

It was his fucking grandmother Phil

Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can

Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed

Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month

Obviously number one is

But then the bender headline

Then the coffee one

And then the Wilbur one

They seem like a series of events

big month for the press

Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up

And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home

wilbur fucking glares at the cameras

Tommy's used to it

And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum

Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close

and Wilbur never does that

he's so in-line

he never breaks the rules

but goddamn if they take one step closer -

He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man

He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck

He just wishes he could make everything better

Tommy relishes in talking to the press

Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother

The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke

Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell

It’s his smoking coat

And it’s what he picks Tommy up in

So he smells like smoke

And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public

just like a dark overcoat

really expensive wool

Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras

when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy

like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15

Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too

Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera

it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10

like immediate blacklist

And also maybe some legal issues

Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head

And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit

Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too

But it’s just shit like that

Tommy has a great support system

He really does

His brothers love him

His mom loves him

He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well

And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?

Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets

And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events

but also like, steals food off his plate

and ruffles his hair

Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face

god thats tommys favorite thing to do

he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit

The fucking big boobs bit

But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala

ALSO

THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT

TOMMY HATES IT

LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?

HE DOESNT KNOW HER

But Royal Families are always big on that shiit

They try to hug him n shit

And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare

he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers

who say they're family

like he's too sober for this

He needs a god damned drink

But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head

And he can’t have a drink

god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules

the crown comes on and he's the proper prince

He fucking hates it

he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes

Flask in his sleeve

Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed

god is that a look on Techno's face

He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink

And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says

Good for you

Bc techno also needs a drink during these events

Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks

as Wilbur regally sips on wine

Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events

Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes

Wilbur puts on his best face

and pretends he wants to be there

and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass

god he fucking hates it sometimes

and sometimes he loves it

but man, does he hate it sometimes

Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how

“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”

Wilbur sits between them

The table goes

Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy

Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask

he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit

Slumps back in the seat

He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that

Not like Phil is actually looking at him

He can let the press have it

He doenst care

just like leaves the flask next to him

under teh table

and jsut takes large swigs from it

Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events

Not an important one

So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building

He just invites a wild group of socialites

It’s nice

It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party

But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting

they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit

Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering

It’s not wild

But it’s not stuffy

It’s nice

Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little

and that takes a whole lot of work

It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing

but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic

truly a king

Less someone putting on a mask for their father

A little bit more authentic

he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame

It’s nice to see his brother in his element

its a bit sad

but its nice

A little yeah, Wilbur’s

Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but

Wilbur being king is-

It’s going to be hard

Different

More than it is already

Wilbur will always love him

But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy

Just like Phil is

And it hurts

But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room

Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet

Tommy looks real regal too

Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees

But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix

Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic

and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome

and everyone eases up around him

Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees

also

Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once

Wow so many dog pictures dude

but also

:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:

That was hell to clean up

it fucking was

it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)

and said shit about Phil

and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public

and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend

Tommy was terrified

Ranboo too

He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it

He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault

like of course he could've not said it over text

but one of his best friends lives an ocean away

and his life is just all about secrets

dont make this something too

:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:

if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number

dms

they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions

dms can get leaked real easily

Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous

Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to

Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother

And they always get photographed and shit

But they have a great time

They’re always smiling when they’re together

Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died

It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years

Or just walk the dogs together

Just hang out and be brothers

They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8

When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty

Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them

And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too

To like take a breather

Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him

Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them

He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile

And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder

Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur

As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring

But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger

when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot

big thin

and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"

and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine

He doesn’t have an issue

It’s just a little stress relief

King at 21 is a lot to handle

and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem

but hey its his relief

its legal

he's fine

That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time

he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home

wilbur does

he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes

The empire is on the brink of war, it always is

He looks in Tommy's room, its empty

And he sits on the bed, waiting

10 minutes later he's asleep

The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting

They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne

The smell like Tommy

and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo

its perfect

and the dogs are in Tommy's room too

he's a little less alone

Betty is the cuddler

She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil

but she wont do it to just anyone

its a bond, its trust

its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur

she growls at Phil

she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin

anyways

its lonely and sad

because Tommy usually doesnt come back

Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in

Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed

Uncovered

Completely dressed

He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered

I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy

like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur

It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come

But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home

I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."

I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon

in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him

like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother

however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck

this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed

either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest

Tommy has daddy issues

Wilbur has the weiht of the world

Techno has ptsd

Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!

Wilbur’s nicotine addiction

Tommys abandonment issues

Technos fucking PTSD

Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit

He smoked a whole pack in a day

And then just kept going

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking

why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking

Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick

He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him

Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight

His brother needed him

His king needed him

And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him

He stood right behind Wilbur

Every decision

He was right behind him

Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there

And that was a grounding fact

If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week

Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands

When the advisors and court had left

Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises

Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes

They would get through this

Together

They would, Tommy would make sure of it

Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though

Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around

And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger

The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers

Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed

Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with

But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end

And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire

He could get ANYTHING out there

Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle

Two thrones smaller aside him

Within the like office / study / planning room

Tommy's hasn't been used until just then

Tommy finds it quite uncomfy

But he can deal

Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so

No “Big Man”

It was “Will” and “William”

Your Majesty at one or two points

But that felt a little too formal for both of them

Too alienating

Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week

Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that

Well

He can’t not listen if he’s not there

It’s different IRL too

Seeing all the decisions

It’s terrifying

And he’s exhausted

Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics

And life / death decisions

So many cuddles dude

Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”

And I think

That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it

When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy

Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe

In the midst of all the death around Wilbur

He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright

Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time

:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:

I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother

and how he was smoking outside of her funeral

maybe it was during that time in his life

really dark place in his mind

smoked and drank every day

Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet

they probably drank together a few times

like straight up vodka

Just they’re so young and so tired

and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle

Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading

like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time

Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess

HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained

They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one

How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.

Interrogations or some shit

none of the princes are allowed to leave

they have to do clean up

they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press

they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking

its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)

major damage control

which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief

and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that

Phil does not care

They fucked up

Someone else fucked up

And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”

meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him

just - can't even cry anymore

just empty

Literally just despondent

Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face

like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit

He hasn’t showered in days

He is very much not presentable

like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death

and he still is processing

He is no where near done grieving

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The Thought Of Losing You

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Fandom: Lethal Weapon 1987 {1}

A/N: This follows sort of around the ending of the first Lethal Weapon film where both Riggs, Murtaugh, and Rianne were being tortured in separate ways. I know it sounds brutal, but trust me, it isn't that bad. AND! Happy ending! (Spent all night on this!)

Relationship: Martin Riggs x Reader

Summary: When a team is formed, Roger Murtaugh and Martin Riggs are solidified together once Y/N is added to the mix, squeezing in perfectly. Although very fiery and stubborn at heart, childish games and teasing became common place for sergeant Y/N and Martin, unable to let the other out-trash their own trash talk. But, when there is a complication during the final breakthrough of the whereabouts of the heroin-trafficking cartel, Y/N is separated from the duo. Only coming together when a kidnapping sends her in a desperate spiral trying to save the people she loves, especially Riggs.

Warnings: violent themes, kidnap, manipulation, torture, violence, language, attempted!self-surrender/suicide, 18+ audience suggested, read at own risk

Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist

Prompts: #67, #68, #100 (from this list @palettes-and-prompts) & #6, #8, #17 (from this list @waiting-for-motivation)

{I do not own any of the prompts, credits to original owners above, nor do I own the gif below -> @leofromthedark}

Strolling around to the back of the supposed drug dealer's extravagant condo, Murtaugh, Riggs, and I engage in light conversation, silently noting and observing our surroundings. Stopping just near the edge of the rather expensive-looking below ground pool, Murtaugh and Riggs catch sight of two brunette women inside. Rolling my eyes, I expect Riggs to do something flirtatious, a painstakingly common reaction to almost every woman he lays eyes on. Every woman... except me. Yet, I pay no mind, Riggs' crazy nature probably too much for me to handle anyway.

Murtaugh flashes his gun, indicating to the women that he is armed. In a flash of a second, just merely after he had shown his weapon, the women duck and run from within the glass-paned wall, just in time for a man to blast a shot from behind. More specifically, the source being a shed occupying the space on the opposite side of the pool we resided on, destroying bits of its siding from the sheer distance and voracity of his attempt of subduing at least one of us.

But, we came prepared, although we were slightly taken aback, Murtaugh's swift abilities with a gun coming in handy as he lands on the drug dealer's right knee, lower thigh area. Splitting off, Murtaugh and I take either end of the pool's side, desperately trying to corral the person of interest. All the while as Riggs takes the women from in the house outside and to the nearest tree, in case of them being suspects as well, handcuffing their wrists together around the tree.

Once the task is done, Riggs hurries over to our aid, following our one, sole purpose: keeping the suspect alive for questioning.

Coming around the perimeter of the pool, Murtaugh reminds Riggs of this rule, replaying it to refresh his sometimes questionable mind. This, however, does not work in our favor as the man pulls yet another gun, this time a pistol, as Riggs had went to pull the man up.

"He's got a gun!" I scream, yet it's all in vain, as Riggs tries to act just as fast as his reflexes would've allowed, lifting the man's aimed arm as the trigger was pulled.

Yelping in surprise, I clench my teeth as the copper red liquid instantly encompasses the injured area, jerking as far away from the incident as possible.

"Y/N!" Murtaugh yells, instantly coming to my side as I go crashing to the concrete floor, catching my head and my left side as I now slowly lean into the ground below me, clutching the stinging injury to the right of my abdomen.

As Murtaugh had come to my side, Riggs took care of the suspect, unfortunately not being able to accomplish our sole purpose of being here, but overall getting rid of the threat.

"Cocksucker," he all but grunts, as he makes sure to shoot the man once more, pissed at the fact that I had gotten shot, although that fact being unbeknownst to me. "I'll call the ambulance," he all put spits out some time later, not making any attempt to check on my well being nor even making eye contact, stalking back through the side gate we had entered through.

//Some time later//

Now nestled safely and securely, I lay within the gloomy walls of the hospital, hooked up with some anesthetics and monitors, all for separate purposes. The stitches surely going to leave an awesome scar, only adding to my aggravation and exhaustion as the day finally settles and the slightest of movements constantly sending sharp pains within my whole body.

The doctors, coming in every so often, had reassured me of a discharge after the course of at least 2-4 days, only needing to ensure the proper sanitary measures are used and stitches being durable and strong without issues or tears.

Staring off at one of the four blank and colorless walls, in a daze, my ears perk up at the sound of a knock on my door, followed by Roger and Martin entering the room.

Handing me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, I smile at Roger as he pulls a chair beside my bed, asking, "How ya' feeling, Shortie? How're they treatin' ya' here?"

Giggling at the nickname, I respond with an, "I'm doing just as good as I can I guess. It's not so bad here either. The nurses are nice, although they're all pitiful glances and meek gestures, coming in and out as quickly as possible. I guess bullet wounds aren't their preferred cases?" I joke lightly, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

Roger catches on instantly, having caught wind on Martin's rather uncharacteristically quiet sulking in the far corner of the room. Turning to look at him briefly, he all but shrugs at me as he comes up with no response or solution to his partner's unknown issue.

Checking the time, I make up an excuse, assuming Riggs just didn't want to be here maybe? "Damn, look at the time...It's almost 9 pm guys, don't wanna be late for Trish's cooking do ya'?"

"Shit, really? Come on Riggs, you know the ass whoopin' I'm gonna get? Let's go, minus well feed you too, huh?" Murtaugh says, getting his coat and squeezing my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic look that I swipe away quickly. Riggs just gets up, side-eyeing me once quickly, but above all, ignores my presence and leaves the room. With one final look from Rog, he shuts the door, leaving me to my boredom for the remainder of my stay.

//Some time later//

Having been discharged, Roger had caught me up on the recent news, and how they had left to finish the job a day before I had gotten out of the hospital, that being yesterday evening, and it now being a full 24 hours of no communication from them.

This had struck me as odd, given that they were very advanced in their fields. Finding the whereabouts was the last big hump of every mission, the rest supposedly coming easy. This had all changed as soon as I had stepped foot onto my front porch, a not left hanging slightly within the pocket of my mailbox.

The words shocking me to the core;

"Come to xxxxxxxxxx if you want to save your partners. 8 o'clock. Sharp."

Rushing to my car, I waste no time, pulling out of the driveway and to the given destination, the time being almost too close to the deadline as I preferred it to be.

Once outside of the destination, an old, run-down warehouse stands gloomily in front of me as I slip my gun into the waistband of my jeans. Another, tucked against my ankle within my boots.

I move quietly, staying alert as I enter the warehouse quietly, instantly hit with the cries of what could only belong to Riggs, my heart wrenching. A new feeling that I instantly push aside. Following the pained screams, inching closer to the source, I catch wind of yet another's set of booming cries as well, recognizing it as Murtaugh.

With this new set of knowledge, my heart does another painful flip, as the sheer terror now courses through my veins as if it was my blood. They were the toughest men I had ever known. At least that is how I had always felt, how I feel right now, but with their pained screams, it makes me feel utterly hopeless.

Drawing my gun, I aim it before me, right beside the wall I hide on, lining it up around the corner, my full intention at being able to at least shoot down one of the three men guarding one of my teammates; their identity unknown to me at the moment with the unfortunate dimness.

Taking the shot, I hit one man, the two now swinging to guard the area, looking my direction. The man held captured, Riggs, tied to the ceiling, consistently doused in water, making the homemade shock therapy increasingly unbearable with multiple relentless blows.

"Come out now, Little Rabbit, or I pull the trigger," a booming voice commands, me now peeking out from the corner to see none other than Mr. Joshua, the man we've been after, pressing a firm gun to Riggs' limp form.

Coming out from my hiding space, Joshua motions for his goons to grab me, now taking Riggs off the hook, and into another room. The room we are led to happens to be the room Murtaugh is in, his daughter beside him, both incarcerated and handcuffed. Moving Riggs to the chair beside the pair, he is tied down just as I am, the four of us now completely helpless.

Mr. Joshua, confident and prideful of his work, moves Riggs to the center of the room, starting his interrogation, answering with beatings and threats here and there. The cause: the information given by Hunsaker on his heroin-trafficking cartel.

Just as Joshua leaves yet another powerful blow, Riggs' strength starts to run low, just watching him making me squirm in my chair, wanting nothing but to take him in my arms and drag him as far away from here as possible.

"If you have to kill one of us, kill me. Take me instead, please? Just stop! Stop all of this now," I say breathlessly, doing anything in my will to get their hands off of Riggs.

"What would I want with someone as pathetic as you?" Mr. Joshua answers bitterly.

"Information. That's all you want right? You just want details about the business, you went through all this trouble, and for what? Just to kill us in the end? I know your type. You can't get off without getting what you want, and this would've all gone to waste without it," I respond, determined now.

"So, what do you want? To strike a deal?" I nod. "So, if I let them go, you'll give me what I want?" I nod again.

"Y/N no," Riggs says, now worried about what you're going up against.

"Shut it," Joshua states strictly.

"Y/N, listen to Riggs! You can't do this!" Murtaugh adds, now borderline terrified as everyone in this room is filled with the most important people in his life, all threatened with the only thing that could take them all away: death.

"SHUT IT!" Joshua all but screams now. "Fine. I'll take you up on your little deal. However, you fuck with me, I'm killing them."

"I don't agree with you unless you cut them loose right now, and I am assured that they are out of this building," I say confidently, yet shaking with fear.

He nods his agreement, showing a security camera view from one of his computers, watching as Rianne, Roger, and Martin are all led back outside, handcuffs removed, and all moved into my car, them pulling away from the warehouse.

Pulling the computer's view away from me now, he turns to me sharply, my gaze turning upward as my arms are still strapped behind my back, behind the chair. "Now," he starts, the voice strict like a parent beginning to question a toddler, "The information. What did Hunsaker tell you?"

Taking a breath in through my nose, I exhale through my mouth as I ponder my response, "Just as much as he's told you."

With this, Mr. Joshua lets out a scream, landing a punch to the jaw, my body leaning in on the stitches. Taking notice to my sharp intake of breath from the movement, Joshua uses that to his advantage, grabbing a knife, lifting my shirt, and pressing the cool metal along the line of handiwork. The only thing keeping my skin together at the moment.

"Let's try this again, what information did you receive from Hunsaker?"

"I told you. I. Don't. Know."

"Bullshit!" He digs into the skin, smirking at the cry of agony and shaking engulf my body.

"I-I don't know anymore than you do! Please! He was killed before we got anything from him!"

"Bullshit," he answers playfully now, dragging the blade of the knife wherever he pleases now, enjoying my pleads.

As he opens up my stitched bullet wound, he goes to start at another spot, the attempt being short-lived as a bullet wound of his own goes through his skull, the source standing in the doorway alongside Murtaugh with Rianne tucked under her father's arm.

Crying now, I sigh in relief as Riggs rushes to me, cutting me loose and lifting my limp body. Carrying me to the car, we make our way to the hospital once more.

During the wait and multiple switching of rooms, Riggs stays, waiting for me, only getting up once I emerge from the exit, patched up and clean. He smirks at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading me to Rog's car, taking us to the only place we find comfort; his house.

//Some time later//

Getting settled in at the Murtaugh residence, Riggs and I share Rianne's room, which was so generously offered as one of the youngest decide to have a sleepover with her.

Looking over at Riggs, he looks at me, covered in open cuts and bruises, dirt and grime, and, taking a first aid kit from Rianne's desk, I make it my priority to get them fixed up.

"What are you doing?" Riggs asks, tiredly amused.

"Taking care of you, it's the least I can do," I reply determined once again.

"Awww! Someone's got a little crush on me huh?"

"Hey! When I finish patching you up, I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you," I say jokingly. Riggs replying by grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.

Locking eyes on one another now, I couldn't help but joke once more, adding a sly, "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

Giggling, he looks down, placing his head on my chest, murmuring, "I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do. I mean, I've been married before, and I- I lost her and I don't wanna lose you too- I couldn't live if you go too, I-"

Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head upwards to meet my gaze, "Look at me, Riggs. Look at me. I love you."

Eyes watering, he leans in for a kiss, my hands finding way to his hair, while his pull my hips into his lap, wrapping lightly around them. After leaning back for air, we giggle once more, leaning our foreheads against one another.

"I never want to ever feel the fear of the thought of losing you again, okay? So don't be a dumbass, Dumbass."

"Yeah, yeah," Riggs answers once more, leaning in for another kiss.

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The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 13)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cute, slightly suggestive, mention of ex, plot thickens

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A couple weeks later you find yourself moving around your place, picking up dishes here, wiping off a surface there, moving to the music of your 60s Playlist that played to the lone earphone in your right ear. Louise was taking a nap in her room and has been since 4 that afternoon. It was now 6 pm. Were you gonna regret it later when all she'll want to do is play or watch a movie or dance to music at 11 pm? Possibly. But right now all you know is that the house was quiet, everyone you know and love are safe, and tomorrow was one of the few Saturdays you had off and all you were planning to do was watch TV in either the comfy pajamas you own or in your underwear. You still had to choose, and maybe you could just have Peter watch Lou. If so you should text him now. Your thoughts began to drift, wondering if May would be there to help Peter, wondering if you could plan some sort of day out with her and Imani soon, but the thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when you hear a knock at the door. You quickly move over to look out the peephole, swiftly pulling back to open the door when you see that it's Bucky.

"Hey, how are you doing today?" Bucky chuckles as you jump into his arms, squeezing his neck in a tight hug. "Woah there, we just talked last night."

"Yeah, but I haven't had affectionate contact, or any physical contact for that matter, from the man that I love for 3 weeks. I'm touch starved, you can’t blame me.” You speak into his neck, taking hefty sniffs of the cologne you love so much and rubbing your face on his few day old stubble. Bucky continues to hold onto your clinging body as he takes a few steps inside your place to close the door.

“Fine, I guess. Where’s Louise?” Bucky sets you down and lightly pulls at a few coils that stuck out of your pulled back puff as you continue to rub at the stubble that adorned his face and study his tired eyes. He always looked tired, even if he had a full night's sleep.

“Taking a nap.” He cocks an eyebrow at your word with unsaid concern. “I know she’ll be up all night, but I’ve gotten so much done.” You whine, gesturing to the kitchen. That doesn’t stop Bucky from looking around the entrance and the living room, which is currently slightly cluttered with Lou’s toys and coloring apparatuses. “I know, I’m not working as fast as I should be, I may have taken a couple short naps here and there.” Bucky just sighs and gives you a lingering peck on the forehead before moving around you to start picking up toys.

“What are you doing for dinner?” Bucky stands and turns to look at you, stretching and groaning as he does.

“I ordered pizza.” You smile, rubbing his jaw as you head back to the kitchen.

Right as Bucky closed the door after accepting the pizza from the delivery person, almost as if it was staged, a small voice came from the door of Lou’s room.

“Do we get pi- BUCKY!” The little girl with her hair still askew, sprints to Bucky and clings onto his right leg.

“Woah there, Puff. Let me set this down first.” You watch through the pass-through from the kitchen as Bucky limps over to the living room table. “What is it with you and your mom and clinging to me today.” A squealing giggle is earned from his comment before he finally sets the pizza down, swiftly picking up Lou in return and swinging her around.

“Is Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam coming, too?” Lou runs her little hands through Bucky’s hair as Bucky’s eyes met yours before he made a choice decision.

“Uh, no. I thought it could just be you, me and your mom.” Lou’s hands stop what they’re doing and Bucky watches as tears well up in her eyes. The next moment consisted of a hard toddler yank to Bucky’s hair, that had you running in to pull her off of him and setting her on the ground.

“What in the world, was that?” Your voice was stern, but it wasn’t a yell, and it definitely held your four year old’s attention.

“I want to see Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve.” Lou inexpertly crosses her arms and scrunches her face. The attitude doesn’t go fully unchecked when you change your stance to match hers, shifting your weight to one side and crossing your arms, but instead your face sported a cocked eyebrow.

“Fix your tone, little girl.” Silence rests between the two of you, with Bucky standing off to the side, not knowing what to do. “Now,” you squat down at first to meet your daughter's eyeline, but when your knees begin to fail on you, you go for a straight kneel before you continue. “I know you like when Steve and Sam come around. They are a lot of fun aren’t they?” Your question receives a small head nod which allows you to continue. “Your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam love you very much, but they can’t always be here. I will see if they can come over soon, but you cannot do this again. When you want something, you ask nicely, and if you can’t have what you want right now, what you just did is a no-no. Now apologize to Bucky for pulling his hair.”

“Sorry Bucky.” Lou’s voice trembles as she walks over to Bucky. He picks her up onto his hip and hugs her close after using his unoccupied hand to help you up off the ground.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m fine.” Bucky’s calm voice soothes her before the crying even starts.

“Hey, let me take her. Can you go get some plates?” Bucky nods and hands Louise off, but fluffs her hair once before he goes to get the plates. “I love you, babygirl. So much.” You bring her close to kiss and take a whiff of her scent that honestly hasn’t changed since she was born. “You want some pizza?” Lou nods lightly so you set her down on the couch and head back the kitchen to get everyone something to drink, right as Bucky comes back with the plates. “Show Bucky what piece you want.”

A couple hours later, two empty pizza boxes laid empty on the table and a tired four year old layed asleep with her head on Bucky’s thigh and her feet occasionally kicking you. “Thirteen hours of labor and this is the thanks I get.” You grumble under your breath after receiving one last kick before standing up to clean the dinner dishes. You take one last look at Bucky and his loving gaze on your daughter before heading back to the kitchen. As you put the cups in the sink you laugh at the devious thankfulness you have for your daughter's temper tantrum and crying earlier because that never fails to knock her out and hopefully her circadian rhythm will take over.

“I’m gonna go put her down.” You jump out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky’s voice behind you at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just, in my head.” You shake the water off your hands and turn around. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead and put her down, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Uh, do you want me to wrap her hair?” He gently adjusts her on his hip, freezing when she shifted in her sleep.

“Nah, not necessary. It might wake her up, and I don’t want her to wake up. I might regret this choice later but right now, I don’t care.” You finish your spiel with your lightly bubble covered hand against the counter behind you. Bucky just slowly nods and heads back to your daughter’s bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in your room, quietly making out with your boyfriend. He sat on the foot of your bed, hands gripping your ass as your tongues fervently danced together. Once the moment to come up for air came, you took that opportunity to push Bucky back onto the bed, and then sent a welcomed attack on his lips that had him pulling you closer than what would be considered humanly possible. After some time, his lips moved down to your neck, the scratch of his facial hair sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Ah, James…” The words quietly drip from your mouth, and the vibration from his chuckled response causes you to moan quietly.

“Oh, it’s James now. Okay.” His right hand begin to trail up and down your torso, gently lifting your shirt until its finally up over your head. He flips the two of you over and sits back on his heels to get a look at you. “Say my name again. Please.” His voice is deep, sultry, and you watch as he slowly gets up from the bed and move to the foot of the bed, lightly griping your leggings.

“James.” Your words start Bucky’s removal of you pants, hooded eyes keeping your gaze on his, but after a few seconds the removal stops.

“Again.” You do as told and he continues, slowly pulling at leggings with help from you shimmying. This repeating continued until your pants are finally off, but a small detail that Bucky didn't pay attention to was how your words began to slur together and fade off, and how your shimmies became less vigorous, so by the time Bucky had removed his own shirt and pants, all he saw when he looked up was you asleep, head fallen to the side and a small amount of drool already escaping from your mouth. “She did seem pretty tired.” Bucky goes into the top right drawer of dresser to get one of your big night shirts then reaching into the adjacent drawer filled with his own items that he brings over whenever he stays the night for a pair of pajama pants. He pulls on your night shirt for you and tries his best to tie on your scarf before finally climbing into bed next to you, pulling you into his body before finally falling asleep.

Lou’s little feet pad along the wooden floor, first to your side of the bed to attempt to wake you up, but when the effort led to a fruitless reward, she moves over to where Bucky was laying.

"Bucky." Lou begins to shake at his back which was currently facing her direction, and once she sees him stir slightly she continues. "Bucky, wake up Bucky." She climbs into the bed and sits on her tucked under legs and starts to play with his hair again. He got a rather drastic hair cut a week ago, and she's just been trying to familiarize herself with the style. The light touch of her fingers and the sing-songy way say repeated his name eventually had him awake enough to flip over and look at her.

"What's up, Puff?" He wraps an arm around her as she pushes the Rouge hairs on his forehead out of his face.

"I'm hungry." Her focus still on Bucky’s forehead.

"What time is it?" Bucky tries his hardest to stall fully getting out of bed, but deep down he knew it was a frivolous effort.

"Time for breakfast." She now begins to lightly tap out a beat on Bucky's head, so he answers quickly to get it to stop.

"Okay, okay. Go turn on something for us to watch. I'll be out there in a second." The child immediately leaped of the bed and ran to the living room, giving Bucky room to look at his phone on his night stand for the time. 6:00 am. He slowly makes his way out of the bed, pulling on his shirt that was still sprawled out on the floor and heads out to the kitchen to start breakfast, but not before giving you a light peck on the forehead.

Your internal alarm clock had you stretching and reaching for your phone at 8:45 am. It just so happened that as you scrolled through your notifications, eyeing texts from Imani and Sherry about their dates with Steve and Sam respectively, you nose catches a whiff a heavenly smelling breakfast, and the equally heavenly sound of both Louise’s and Bucky’s laughter from outside your bedroom door. So after going through and responding to said texts, you get up and pull some shorts on under your nightshirt and head out to the kitchen.

"Hi, mommy! Me and Bucky are making breakfast." Lou's little head pops out from around Bucky’s torso. “He let me pour the waffle dough.”

“It’s called batter, Puff.” Bucky turns his head to smile at you. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You walk over and lightly kiss his lips then look over his shoulder to see the waffle iron closed and steaming. “Be careful, baby.” You feel your child’s, now daunting, curls, and watch them bounce as she nods to display that she was listening.

“Hey, we should go on a date tonight.” You blink from behind the refrigerator door, watching as Bucky unknowingly lifts Lou off of the step stool and moves the waffle iron next to the sink but back toward the backsplash.

“Uh… okay. Where did this come from?” You grab orange juice from the fridge and close the door, reaching in the upper cabinets to grab cups.

“It would be a redo of our first date.” You totally forgot the night was cut short due to Louise being sick. The part of the date that had occurred was nice, and having him there to help you was also great, but it did suck that a whole portion of the night had to be cut.

“Oh yeah. Well, uhh, if you have something in mind, I just have to see if I can get someone to babysit at such short notice.” You finally sit down at the table with your plate filled with a waffle, a couple pieces of bacon and some eggs.

“Well, I can tell you that Imani and your other friend, uh-ah-Sherry, yeah, they won’t be available.” You look up from scrolling through you phone with a playfully cocked eyebrow.

“And you know this how?” You take a bite of waffle, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“Well, Sam is still trying to woo Sherry, and apparently,” He raises his hands in defense before continuing. “Apparently, Imani has been keeping Steve very busy.” You nearly choke on the waffle your were chewing on trying to stifle your laugh, but the noise and the subject at hand earned your daughters attention from the living room.

"Do I get to see Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam today?!" Her question came out as an excited squealing as she whipped her head back to look at you two.

"Uh, no, babygirl. Not today, but you might be able to hang out with Peter. How does that sound?” You watch as a bright smile spreads across your daughters face and her curls begin to bounce as she hops up from her spot at the coffee table.

“Peter! Yay Peter! My boyfriend!” You and Bucky both stop and look at each other, stifling your laughs.

“You like Peter, huh?” You finish your text asking Peter of he’s free to babysit tonight, and take another bite of waffle.

“Yeah, he’s my bestfriend!” You nod, still holding in a chuckle as Louise smiles brightly.

At that moment you receive a text back from Peter:

Peter Parker (Babysitter):

I would love to watch Louise tonight! I just have some homework to do that I can do while I watch her. But is it ok if I come over there to watch her? May has a date tonight.

Perfect, now you don't have to take Lou there then come back and you can just leave from your place instead. You answered Peter confirming plans and then look back up at Bucky. "Wait, where exactly are we going? I haven't seen you make any reservations recently." You finally place your phone down to finish your breakfast.

"We won't need them." He just give you a toothy grin as he gets up from his seat to clean up his spot. Then you watch him with your signature cocked eyebrow as he comes around to give you a kiss on your scarved hair. "Always so skeptical."

"Fine then Mr. 'I Got This', what should I wear to this date that you got all planned out?" You get up from your spot to clean your dishes and Bucky heads to the living room to say bye to Louise. He thinks for a second before answering.

"Remember the outfit you wore when we took Louise to the giant Toys R Us? The outfit with the cardigan and the jeans?" You nod from your spot as you continue cleaning dishes. "Something like that, kinda casual."

"Well, thank you for being so specific." He nods and finally gets to Louise, whose focus was being held by Saturday morning cartoons, in this case it was Looney Toons.

"Hey, Puff. I'm heading out but I'll be back tonight to take your Mommy out, okay?" He picks her up so she could be at eyeline with him.

"Okay. Where are you taking her?" Lou's hands wander back to Bucky's hair, the little hands rubbing at the short hair bringing Bucky a sort of peace.

"It's a surprise. But I'll tell you all about it right after, promise." Lou nods at Bucky's words then gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, that being Bucky's cue to set her back down. "Alright, I'll be back to pick you up around 7, alright?" Bucky's keys jingle as he pulls his shoes back on.

"Okie dokie, love you." You speak to him from the sink thought the pass through.

"Love you too. Both of you." And with these words he leaves, leaving a hopeful feeling for tonight's festivities.

It was now 6:30, and you were still stationed in the bathroom, a bit past starting your make up.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can Louise have some ice cream? She keeps asking and I just wanted to check." Peter pops his head into the bathroom. "You look very nice by the way."

"Thank you, Peter. Um, has she eaten all of her dinner yet?" You go back to dusting some shimmery maroon eyeshadow along your eyelid.

"Well, it looks like it, but I have an odd suspicion that she hid her broccoli." Peter responds, still only having his head poked into the bathroom, holding onto the door frame.

"She would do that." You sigh, giving your eyes and hand a break. "Lightly grill her to make sure she did eat her broccoli. If she did actually eat her broccoli, then yeah she can have ice cream. 2 scoops."

"And if she didn't eat the broccoli?" Peter's face contorted to a questioning expression.

"Hold out on he a bit. She'll crack and eat the vegetables. Then you can give her some. Have you had anything to eat? Dinner or anything?" You go back to swiping on eyeshadow, now a deeper brown color.

"I got a small pack of powdered donuts before I got here, but I really haven't had anything since lunch." You stop again watch look at him, chuckling as he begins to cower under your gaze.

"Peter, go eat some food. Fridge is open to you, okay? I don't want you starving while you're over here." You take glances back at him using the mirror, smirking at the smile growing on his face.

"Okay, I will. Thank you Ms. Y/L/N." Peter's head finally disappears from the door frame and you hear the boy questioning your four year old, knowing either way he will most likely just give her ice cream.

Eventually 6:30 became 6:55 and you found yourself fixing little bits of your appearance in your full length mirror, checking out your outfit, which comprised of a dark brown cardigan, a basic flowy white t-shirt, leggings and black calf high boots. "This is gonna have to be casual enough." Just as you speak to yourself in the mirror, you faintly here the knock at the door and Peter letting Bucky in.

"Hey, Peter. Thanks for watching Louise tonight." Bucky keeps his attention on Peter as he limps over to the couch with a squealing four year old clung to his leg.

"Oh, it's no problem at all. I love watching her." They both look towards your room when you ask for a couple more minutes then go back to their conversation. "Um, I actually have a question for you, if you don't mind?"

"Kid, I am not helping you with your history homework again. Don't you have the inter-" Bucky begins to rant before being cutoff by a now more nervous Peter.

"No, I actually was wondering if you could help me with this girl at school. You know getting her to notice me." Bucky just cocks a curious eyebrow at him and he continues. "Well, when you and Ms. Y/L/N started dating you weren't t-the most approachable, ya know,"

"Thin ice, kid." Bucky has now put some of his attention into helping Louise color a page in her coloring book.

"S-sorry, it's just, I was wondering, well, hoping you had some pointers to help me talk to her." Bucky hadn't noticed until now that Peter has moved to the other end of the couch which wasn't far from where he sat but the increased distance was noticeable, so be took a breath and gave his advice.

"Don't overthink it, and stay relaxed. That's really all the advice I can give because Louise is the only reason I got the opportunity to talk to Y/N. So, yeah…" Bucky's eyebrows furrow when he sees Peter frantically typing into his phone, about to ask what it was, that was until you exclaim your emergence from your room.

"Ta-da! This casual enough?" You hold out your arms and quickly step to turned around, displaying not only your outfit, but your dangly "diamond" earrings, and your hair, currently in its natural form but done up a bit.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Bucky walks over to you with his arms open and give you a light kiss while gently pulling you towards him by your upper arms. While he was coming towards you, you got a glance of his outfit, dark jeans, burgundy quarter sleeve henley, and leather jacket, a common combination for him that he wore so we'll.

"Well you look great too. Shall we get going?" You go over to the pass though to grab your purse and then the living room to give Louise one last kiss. "Be good for Peter. Love you, babydoll."

"Yes ma'am, love you too mommy." She grabs your face with her little hands to pull you in for another kiss, and then goes back to coloring. "Thank you again Peter. We should be back around 11:30."

"Okay. Bye Ms. Y/L/N. Bye uh- Mr- B- uh…" Peter frantically looks back and forth between the two of you, and you just stifle a laugh and look towards Bucky.

"It's just Bucky kid. We've been over this." He leads you out the door by the small of your back. "Have fun you two." Finally, you and Bucky were out the door and off to the mystery date location.

"So you having fun?" Bucky asks as you two sway back and forth, slow dancing to the music of an acoustic guitar being played on the stage of a small amphitheater-like area decorated for a date night event.

"Who knew eating a box of pizza in the car and then slow dancing in Central Park would be so romantic.?" You lift your head from Bucky's chest to scan his face, admiring how soft he looks in the light glow of the twinkle lights above. "I like your hair like this." You run your finger up and though his short hair, scratching his scalp and eliciting a deep groan from him.

"You did that on purpose." A mischievous grin grows on his face as his grip tightens slightly around your waist, one hand beings to slip down to grip your butt. "I will not hesitate to bring you back to the car. You owe me from last night anyway." You playfully hit his arms, making him laugh then go to kiss your nose.

"I was tired. You can't blame me, blame my severely messed up circadian rhythm." You giggle your last few words due to the tickle of Bucky's stubble on your neck as he begins to sprinkle kisses up and down.

"You smell good. You always smell good." His kissed being to move along your jaw.

"You have never smelled me after a 12 hour shift, huh?" Bucky's lips finally reach yours, starting with light pecks and ending with deep passionate kisses boarding on inappropriate frenching.

"Woah there, I'm sure you could take this party somewhere more private. Thinking about it, you weren't one to be very modest were you?" That voice. You know that voice. You hate that voice. No, it can't be.

"Trevor." Is all you say, not looking to the man standing a few feet from you and Bucky, seeming to be with someone.

"You know this guy?" You can tell by his voice that Bucky was on edge, hugging you close to him and turning you away.

"Unfortunately. Bucky, this is my uh- ex-husband."

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fandom-obessesive · 4 years

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I never told you pt 2

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Word count: 1160

Warning: Ends on a cliff hanger😢

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The rest of the day you had been haunted by the look he gave you, the intensity sending shivers down your spine. You stayed after a bit to get caught up on anything else you had missed along with a promise to Chase about etching out the details for Saturday after you got home, it wasn’t long before you practically threw yourself onto your bed. Maybe it would have just been better if you had stayed home today. Instead of berating yourself any longer on decisions that could not be changed, you instead allowed your eyes to flutter shut, and let sleep take you somewhere less stressful.

Bzzt bzzt…..bzzt bzzt….....bzzt bzzt…………..bzzt bzzt

‘what the fuck’ you thought, irritated at being woken up. Flailing around in your sheets a bit before hearing a thud, you snatched your phone from the floor.

Today 6:43 pm

Heyyyyyy, you make it home okay?

Today 6:46 pm

Its Chase, from lunch by the way

Today 6:51 pm

Sorry that probably sounded a little weird,

a random number texting you to see if you

got home safe

Today 6:58 pm

Anyway, just checking to see if we’re still

on for Saturday haha

Today 7:01 pm

Yeah sorry, ended up taking a nap,

how does 11 sound? We could order

some pizza, maybe study a bit?

Today 7:03 pm

Sounds perfect!!! See you then:)

You smiled at his eagerness, finding it endearing. It felt nice being wanted after these past 2 weeks.

‘Welp, time to torture myself some more’ you thought throwing one of Paul’s sweatshirts on. You loved to steal them, especially since he was a big dude to begin with but always insisted on buying oversized ones. The material seemed to swallow you whole when you wore them. Bringing the fabric up to your face and inhaling, it still reeked of his cologne, pine, and salt.

‘I remember that day’

You and him had gone to the beach, him insisting it was going to rain and you just brushing it off saying it was always cloudy in La Push. He ended up being right and never took it back after seeing you shivering when you got inside his car.

“Don't leave me here, Paul!” You yelled as he got up and started sprinting to his Jeep as it started to pour.

“Wait” you could barely get the word out through your laughter as you got up to start running as well.

“Why are you so slow? You. Would. Be. Useless, if this was the zombie apocalypse” he yelled back jokingly running back towards you, opting to just throw you over his shoulder.

Rushing to the car, your laughter seemed to get louder as he made unintelligible noises trying to simultaneously unlock the car, open the door, and quickly seat you down. As he ducked in, looking over to you he put on as serious of a face as he could manage.

“When the time comes, I’m sorry to say, but you must be sacrificed” he said solemnly, slowly dragging his finger down his cheek.

“Dude if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna pee myself” you wheezed holding your stomach. He soon broke into laughter too, starting the car up. Without a word, he pulled the sweatshirt he had been wearing off before draping it over your head and began the 10 minute ride back to your house.

‘Still nice and warm‘ you thought, pressing your face into it. You pulled it on and smiled at him. The rest of the day had been spent eating junk food and watching The Witcher, with Paul commenting about Geralt's hair and what type of conditioner he uses, Ciri being the new Eleven, and mimicking Jaskiers songs, making his own up for the rest of the day.

That was one of your favorite memories with him, and unfortunately what seemed to now be one of your last. A frown tugged at your lips after the realization. You wondered if there was any way to capture the smell, maybe turn it into a spray so you wouldn’t have to forget.

Not for right now at least.

Running to the kitchen and grabbing some food, you quickly ate wanting to go back to bed so you could have a break from these type of thoughts that seemed to cloud your mind, and once again sleep was your only giver of peace.

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Friday morning you spent almost a half hour just laying there debating if it was worth it to even go to school and risk a part 2 of yesterday.

‘I’ll just say I’m having a bad day and ask to do my work in the library’ you decided, almost forgetting to change out of his sweatshirt. Throwing on some sweatpants and one of your own sweatshirts, you got in your car and sped to school.

The day passed uneventfully, and just as suspected, you were able to hang out in the library for most of the day, haven been given a pass due to it being Friday.

As day became night, thoughts of Paul filled your mind, and you found yourself growing worried about tomorrow. You just didn’t know if you could afford anything else happening tomorrow.

‘Please let tomorrow go okay, that’s all I’m asking’ with those silent prayers in mind, you went to bed.

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11 rolled around sooner than you would have liked and Chase had arrived on the dot. You had to stifle a laugh when you first realized, also trying not to think about if he got here early so he could be on time. True to your word, you guys ordered some pizzas and studied most of the day, but you were also able to learn a lot more about Chase. It was actually kinda nice once he relaxed. He ended up leaving around 7 with an awkward hug and a promise to text you later and you were once again left alone.

‘Fuck this’ running upstairs, you grabbed Paul’s sweatshirt and headed out the back door.

Living near the woods definitely has its perks, like a trail behind your house to a clearing on the cliffs. You had discovered it when wondering around one summer and quickly made it a secret hideout for you and Paul. Paul was even able to bring over a bench that you and him painted. That summer had been one of the best, so carefree and filled with memories.

Making your way up the trail, you seem to have spotted the hunched over figure sitting in your bench a second too late. A little gasp left your mouth before you could stop it. You tried quietly leaving but before you could, he spoke up.

“I was wondering how long it would take him to leave” he said, standing up turning to face you.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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The Pretender Next Door Part 2 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warning: Swearing. Summary: Lying is despicable, but nothing beats the humiliation of pretending you have a lovely boyfriend when, in fact, you have none. Could your handsome neighbor help you, though? Words: 2138. Part 1 _____________________________________ It went better you thought it would. Your colleagues were mostly friendly and open, your work environment seemed both interesting and challenging enough, and living in the new apartment was comfortable and pretty peaceful. Well, that man from the 5th floor was singing songs from Bridget Jones Diary on Friday mornings really loudly, but you were an early bird, so you didn’t care, truly. You hadn’t seen Steve much, though it was more an advantage rather than not. He wasn’t bringing any girls into his apartment, and it really bothered you. Worse, he wasn’t bringing any boys either. Your last hope was that Steve belonged to some kind of swingers club or something and had orgies in a different place.

Swingers club? Damn, girl. This man was making you crazy.

You did your best to forget about that perfection of a man living next door. You needed to build your life from scratch in this mad city of New York, and having relationships now was not on your list. In fact, it had never been.

One busy month had already passed when you got a chance to talk to Steve again. You were stepping inside the elevator, tired after work. Next week you were organizing a big holiday party for employees, and things were going more and more stressful with each day. It turned out that way more people had allergies they didn’t state previously, most of them new employees like you, and you had to adjust the menu; then that band your VP of Marketing wanted to have suddenly asked more money than you discussed before, and…

Well, event planning was always like that. Why complaining now when you spend all those years in college and then decided to move to NY? It was predictable. What was unpredictable was you lying to your married colleagues that you had a boyfriend. Why on Earth did you say that? Yes, it was a bit embarrassing to be the only woman who wasn’t in a relationship, but did you ultimately have to lie about it? It was so stupid and childish. Surely, there were more than one single woman in New York.

Anyway, you had a bottle of white wine and Netflix movies waiting for you at home. You would deal with everything else later, including your imaginary boyfriend.

“Wait, please!”

You snapped out of your thoughts and immediately pressed a button to leave the doors open, and the next second Steve almost flew inside the elevator. Oh, was he just in front of you and you hadn’t seen him again? Seriously, you needed to put yourself together.

“Hello.” You smiled a bit shyly and pressed another button to get the elevator moving.

He looked as handsome as always in his dark blue jacket and… oh God, he could wear nothing at all and still looked like a prince. No clothes at all would be far more preferable…

“Hello.” His glowing smile made it hard to keep your eyes off his face.

Nonono, just stop staring and keep your eyes down. You had enough things on your plate already, there was no place left for a giant sun named Steve Rogers who would indeed burn you to ashes the same second you decide to come closer.

“So, are we going the same floor?” He suddenly asked. Wait, did he forget you literally lived next door?

“Um, yes.”

Steve scratched the back of his head; for a few seconds he seemed lost in thought. You decided to drop it. Maybe he had a bad memory or something.

“Oh, I get it, you probably visiting my new neighbor.” He just grinned through those perfectly white teeth.

What? Did he already forget he spent at least half an hour in your hallway repairing your bookshelf? Just how bad was his memory if he didn’t recognize your face, for God’s sake? Well, anyway, if you wanted him to have a flaw, you had to be happy he got one. Better than being a secret swinger, wasn’t it?

“Actually, I am your new neighbor.” You let out an awkward laugh and stared at your pretty kitten heels shoes you bought before leaving Key West. Why were you upset? You just thought about not getting into relationship with anyone. Besides, you doubted you had a chance to date Steve Rogers even if New York’s female population would be five times smaller its actual size.

Lost in your thoughts again, you missed his immediate change of expression, his face completely red with embarrassment and shame.

“God, I’m an idiot with a fish’s memory span.” He groaned and looked somewhere up, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. “I’m so sorry! I mean, of course I remember you, Y/N, it just, ugh, you know… you just look a bit different and… Jesus Christ, I’m gonna say something stupid again, aren’t I?.. Just, ugh, sorry.”

With the guilt all over his pretty face he reminded you of a puppy who ate someone’s shoe, and you chuckled. It wasn’t as bad as you though, he still remembered your name. It was true you were different comparing to the day he met you – you were wearing way more makeup, including bright lipstick, to look older for your colleagues who were in their 40s and 50s. You also had a nice New Look black dress, and your hair were curled. Although you did not expect to look so different to others, maybe Steve simply didn’t take a closer look at your face that time?

And you could still take it as his flaw. Not bad enough, but still something!

“Don’t worry, you only saw me two times in your life.” You laughed it off and stepped out of the elevator once the doors were open. “Now if you see here a grumpy old woman with Ikea bags please remember the way I looked today.”

Steve followed you into a narrow corridor and burst out laughing, his face slowly losing its funny redness. You suspected he still felt kind of guilty, but he tried to keep it cool when you bid him goodbye and entered your apartment.

Thinking of any other possible flaws he might have, you took off your shoes and threw you bag on the comfy grey sofa in the middle of the room. You were finally home. Now you could change into your favorite blue pyjamas and fluffy slippers, take off your makeup and have some good time watching your favorite romcoms. Although you didn’t have anything for dinner, you could easily order something like a nice pizza or lasagna from that family-owned pizzeria around the corner.

The next hour you spent in a tub, washing away your worries. One was still there though: what were you supposed to do with your imaginary boyfriend? Your biggest issue was that your colleagues asked you to bring him to the party. Of course, they thought it was a nice gesture since they often brought their own husbands and boyfriends, but now they just made your life way more difficult. Even if you could say your boyfriend got sick or something at the day of the event, what then? Thankfully, no one demanded to see your photos yet, but they could. And they might ask you to bring him to dinners they had altogether sometimes, and God knows what else.

You were stupid enough to make up some super romantic story about a perfect guy any girl would like to date. It was embarrassing to think of it now, but you definitely got affected by the marriage stories of your colleagues who spent the whole lunch hour talking about their lovely husbands. Your problem was you tried to fit in too much.

Well, you probably had to come up with something about breaking up once you moved to NY. Funny, because your “boyfriend” was living here and waiting for you for a year to come over and transform your long-distance relationships into something bigger. Hell, you even said you might marry him. Why were you so careless? Why did your colleagues’ opinions matter so much?

You sighed, putting on an old black hoodie. You were hopeless.

Then you heard the doorbell rang and frowned. You were not expecting anyone since you didn’t order your pizza yet.

You hurried to the door in your slippers and put your hair into a ponytail on the way. It was around 8 pm. Who could it be? Did someone just mistake your apartment for someone’s else? You knew your aunt wasn’t coming without telling you first, and no one else knew where you moved to.

But you opened the door, and you found glowing Steve there with a plate in his hands. You were so stunned you just kept standing there until you heard him snicker. Wait, what? Steve? Did he need to borrow anything? Why was he here?

“H-hi Steve. Please, come in.” You stepped back awkwardly to let him go inside and saw him smiling even wider once he spotted your fluffy blue slippers. Could it get even more humiliating than that?

“Hi there. I’ve actually come to apologize properly for the… well, you know.” He almost looked like he was blushing a bit. “And I brought you a lemon pie. Although I baked it myself, I swear it’s not poisonous!”

Great, your absolutely perfect blue-eyed neighbor with blond hair and a winning smile was so nice he brought you a homemade pie. Girl, you were losing it. Maybe he was a serial killer instead of a swinger? It would make sense, indeed. Maybe it wasn’t wise touching this pie? Damn, you hoped he tried to kill you instead of just being nice, because Steve was clearly out of this world.

“I mean… not like baked it the way my mother did… more like googling an easy recipe online and putting everything I found into an instant pot…”

You were ready to slap yourself when you saw Steve fidgeting nervously in the hallway. You had to keep your lovely neighbor out of your mind.

“Thank you so much.” Taking the plate from his huge warm hands you felt your body temperature rising. “But you didn’t have to do that. There’s nothing to be sorry about!”

“No, I was being stupid and…”

“Well, whatever. Just come here and share this pie with me so I can check if it’s poisonous or not.” You tried your best to make a joke out of it and laughed, nodding towards the kitchen. “I can make either tea or coffee. What would you prefer? Um, if you’d like to stay, of course.”

“Only if you don’t mind the guy who couldn’t recognise his own neighbor.”

You spent the next hour chatting about anything and everything. Even though you had never been talkative with people you barely knew, Steve had seemed so trustworthy and friendly you were not able to stop. He talked a lot too, telling you more about himself, claiming he was “just a kid from Brooklyn.” He didn’t finish his university degree because of some financial issues and was now working in an auto repair shop. He still wanted to return to engineering, though, but the only jobs he was offered were some unpaid internships and things like that. And he also played guitar. And he had just finished renovating his own apartment.

The only flaw you found was his issue with keeping the rooms clean as he was overly impressed with your place and how tidy it was. Well, it was something.

Then you had somehow told him about your work, new company, colleagues, the event, and… and that imaginary boyfriend of yours. When you realized you complained about your silly lies, it was already late. Steve was biting his lips not to laugh. Oh, great. Now he was thinking how pitiful you were, pretending to have someone in order to gain some respect from your new coworkers. What kind of girl would say these things to a man like him? You were clearly out of your mind. The only good thing about it was that Steve would probably walk out of your apartment and never come back again.

“Please don’t think I’m laughing at you. It’s… a bit funny, I mean, that you think there’s nothing you could do with your issue.” He grinned at you, almost pouting like a little baby. “Think of it, you just need to ask some guy you know to pretend he’s your boyfriend. Ask him to come with you to this holiday event, and then some time later you can say you broke up with him.”

For a minute you fell silent, staring at the guy in front of you with wide eyes.

“Wait, but I don’t know anyone here. I can’t merely go to anyone on the street and ask him to do this for me, right?”

“Well, for starters, you know me.”

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finn-wolfhard · 4 years

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I need me some quality content and this is the best place for it. Could I get some being Steve's sister and dating Robin? (If that already exists somewhere then please direct me to it bc this idea is like crack to me) Thanks!!

Yo! I've just gotten back into Tumblr since quarantine has given me an abundance of time. I can guess that you ended up getting this elsewhere, anon, but for the folk who also want to read about wlw Robin B and Big Bro Steve - this ones for you!

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“Turn that shit down! GOD! I feel I’m listening to them in concert.” Steve was screaming from downstairs for me to turn my music down and before I could move an inch to do so, he barged through the door. “Look, I don’t want another complaint from Mrs. Fritz next door. Can you please turn it down. I promised mom and dad that the roof would still be on this place by the time they got home. I’m heading to work. The money for delivery is on the table. Just try not to get yourself into bother, OK?”

“Yeah, sure, sorry Steve. What time will you be home?” our parents are both out of town on business and so Steve has been appointed man of the house. Last time we were left alone, Mrs. Fritz called the police on us, placing a noise complaint. It was just me playing my radio a little bit too loud in my room. My bedroom window is right next to her living room.

“I’ll be home around 8. Do you want to wait till I’m home to order pizza?”

“Sure thing, dude” I answered, giving him a thumbs up and a grin.

“You’re a goof. I’ll see you at 8.”

Steve and I’s relationship is reasonably good for the average brother and sister. He’s a year older than me and has the same interests. Such as; Hair, Pizza, our looks, and girls. I’ve known I’ve been into girls since I was a little kid but dad would kill me if I ever brought a girl home. Mom would be a little more understanding, yet still against the idea - and I don’t even know how Steve would react if he found out. I think he’s the only person I’d be fully comfortable telling, but I don't want to risk it going the complete opposite way.

I hear the door slam and decide to get out of my pajamas and actually DO something today. The schools broke up for summer last week and all I’ve been doing is reading, listening to music, and waiting for my best friend Jennifer to get home from vacation and tell me all about it. She’s due home in three days. I finally muster up enough self-motivation to move from my cozy, pink bed to the bathroom. The cold tiles under my feet wake me up and I stare at myself in the mirror for a bit. I had managed to grow a little spot just below my hairline (which I quickly treated with zit cream) but that was about as far as the flaws went. I usually take good care of myself; drinking enough, taking my vitamins, brushing my teeth after every meal. I do care about my looks and I shouldn’t be ashamed of that. It helps gets me a lot of attention in school, and I’ve never been an outcast. I guess having Steve as a big brother does contribute to the high school fame, but I don’t let it get to me much. I'm just glad I’ve gotten through high-school without being bullied at least once. I looked at my scraggly hair. I had just had a perm done two weeks ago and it seemed to be holding up pretty well. I scrunched my hair to make it look nice and messed it up a bit to give it volume.

In the kitchen, there was the money on the table, like Steve said, and a note next to it.

Save me a slice! Steve :)

He must’ve written the note then realized that a slice won't suffice after a long shift at his dorky Scoops Ahoy! job, and asked me to wait up for him. It's a shame people don’t get to see this side of Steve and I. I know how we come across to other people. I’ve heard the odd remark here and there about how he’s a player and I’m a priss. It mostly comes from the social outcasts in the school, the ones who aren’t in our friend circles, and don’t get to see what we’re really like. Even then, our school personalities are a bit of a performance to uphold our popularity. Only Steve knows my real self and vice verses, and we both understand why it has to be like that. Its an unspoken rule type thing.

I open the fridge and get some milk for cereal. I pour a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Fred smiles at me from the box as I grab the phone off the wall and dial Amanda’s number.

“Hey Mands, you want to go to the mall today”

“y/n! Hi! That sounds great. I need a new outfit for my date with Justin on Friday.”

“Cool, so, 12? That sound ok?”

We agreed on 12:30 (since she had to take her dog on a walk) and she suggested we meet outside the Gap. Soon enough, 12:30 rolls around and I see Amanda smiling wildly at me, where she said she'd be, outside the Gap. She sweeps me into a warm hug and we gush about how much we’ve missed each other since school broke up.

“Ok, so I need to go to Claires to get some earrings.” I agree to help her find a pair that would, quote “make Justin harder than math.” I don’t really understand how a pair of earrings could do this to a guy, or even if guys pay attention to earrings at all, but I was open to being proved wrong. We start making our way to the stairs when Amanda realizes she’s suddenly craving ice cream. I put it down to the fact that there were Scoops Ahoy! Adverts on every trash can (I’m unsure if that is a sign or not). We make a detour to Steve’s work and I make a plan to pull a few strings to get a free cone or two. We enter the ice cream parlor and… Steve isn’t there. Instead, a girl with short blonde hair is serving the queue of customers.

I squint at her, trying to remember her name. Rosie? No, that's not it. It begins with an R for definite. Its to do with an animal… a R-R-Robin! Her name is Robin. And she’s…pretty? Like, really pretty. And not very girly? I can’t tell since she’s wearing a silly uniform… but god, is she pretty.

As I’m staring at her, a slew of slurs come racing into my mind. Slurs I panicked were being shouted at me down the halls but never were. They were always aimed…at her. At Robin. Words beginning with D and F that make my blood boil. Chip, A boy in my own friend group, muttering “Stay away from my sister, homo!” In class. I put a hand up to my mouth to hide a gasp. This girl was outed, by someone she thought was her friend from band, in Hawkins - which isn’t known for being the most accommodating and accepting town.

Amanda and I reach the front of the queue and I find myself unable to look directly at the girl serving me.

“Hi! Welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What can I get you today?” She seemed overly enthusiastic for some reason.

“Hi, is Steve here?” I say, breaking the awkwardness I had built up in my own mind. She looked away, disheartened? I couldn’t tell.

“Steve, your sisters here” then she whispered something that sounded like “you can leave your little nerd friend to figure it out for a bit” but I wasn’t really sure.

Steve appeared from around the corner.

“what do you want, squirt?”

“2 sundaes please” I replied, smiling.

“that will be five dollars pleas-“

“STEVE! Can’t you gift your baby sister with a sundae for once?” I cut him off, appalled that he’s making me pay, but still keeping it lighthearted.

“…fine. But only this ONE TIME” he shot back. I winked at him, thanked him, and waited for him to finish our sundaes. He brought them over and sat with us.

“Who’s that girl?” I instantly questioned, trying not to sound too interested but failing miserably.

“Oh, that's Robin Buckley. She’s in your year at school, don’t you know her?” I do know her. But I don’t want to admit that yet, I want to play it cool.

“I think I’ve seen her around yeah, I’ve just never had a good look at her before. I think she’s in my social studies class?” I look to Amanda to ask this question but Amanda is already nodding by this point. Steve looks unconvinced.

“well, I invited her for pizza tonight,” he said, not wanting to ask ‘is that ok?’ In front of Amanda to keep up his macho ‘I’m Steve Harrington’ persona. I glance over at Robin. By this time, she’s known as lovely Robin in my head. Not that I could help it, along with the butterflies in my stomach or the extreme excitement that she was going to be having dinner. With me. In my house. Tonight!… What am I doing? Get a grip of yourself! You’re not out - as if that is ever going to happen anyways - and Robin was coming for Steve. Of course she was. I mentally roll my eyes. Just my luck.

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. Amanda gets her outfit and ‘math’ earrings - which I still don’t understand - and I get a few cute t-shirts and skirts thanks to my allowance mom gave me before she went away. By the time I get home, it is 4 pm which means I have precisely 4 hours to get myself ready for tonight. I go to my room, read for a bit, then put my makeup on in my vanity mirror. I don’t want to mess this up, but then again, why am I caring so much?. I eventually get myself sorted and wait for 8 pm to roll around. At 7:45 I phone Hal’s Pizza Shop and order 2 pepperoni pizzas and 1 plain Margherita. I came to the decision that If Robin is vegetarian then she can have the just cheese, but if not, I’ll take it.

I hear Steve’s key in the lock and he shouts to me from downstairs.

“Hey that's me back, y/n, did you order the pizza?”

“Sure did!” I came to the top of the stairs and looked down at the front door. Robin was staring up at me and I couldn’t help staring at her back. Steve obviously missed this whole exchange of tension.

“Good! Because I’m starving. I’m gonna put a video on, anyone down for watching Indiana Jones?” He mimics a whipping sound and runs off to the living room, leaving Robin and me to awkwardly start a conversation.

“So, you work with Steve. I’ll apologize on your employer's behalf.” I laugh, eventually. Robin looked relieved that I had said something, and even more so that it was a joke.

“It's not as bad as you would think, he brings in loads of customers with that ‘magnificent hair’” she replies, making fun of Steve’s obsession with his, admittedly, perfect mane.

“I’ve seen you about school before, sorry I’ve never talked to you before,” I said. I really meant it, she seems cool. And kinda hot? But that wasn’t important to me…

“Yeah, I guess our groups don’t tend to mix as much. I'm surprised you even know my name” she looks at her feet. She knows I know about the slurs and bullying, I can tell. Just then, there's a ring at the door and Steve reappears, running to get the door that we are standing 2 inches away from.

After sitting, eating, chatting, and laughing our way through Indiana Jones, I realise Steve has fallen asleep beside me. So does Robin. We both snicker at him and then collectively tuck him in with the blankets on the back of the sofa. We sit in silence for a minute.

“Robin. I want to say I'm sorry for all the stuff you get called at school. It's not cool and especially from my group-“

“it's fine” she cuts me off. She seems distant though.

“I don’t think you understand what it does to me hearing people shout words like that at someone. It's inhuman,” Robin looks at me over her cup of hot chocolate Steve made us halfway through the movie. She looks on the verge of tears. “I mean, I don’t know how I would cope with that if people knew I was one too.” I look away from her confused stare in embarrassment. Robin is the first person I tell this massive secret to and I've only been in her company for the past 3 hours? But it felt right. It felt too right, almost.

Robin picks herself up from her space in the armchair and comes to sit on the arm of the sofa. She doesn’t hesitate to put her arm around my shoulders and squeeze me in for a side hug. I hadn’t realized that I had started to cry and I wipe my eyes and nose with the back of my hand.

“I’m so sorry they said those things to you” I whispered while silently sobbing.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n, I have pretty thick skin when it comes to bullying. I've been in band for the past 3 years,” I look at her and let out a small laugh. The smile fades from her lips and a serious look takes over her face. “You don’t need to feel ashamed. Or embarrassed. I’m honored you told me, I know how much trust that takes. Thank you.”

We sit embracing for a couple of minutes and I try to defuse the tension. “You know, I think you’re pretty hot.” She laughs, and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. She’s blushing.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Harrington,” she gives me a small smile. “I think you’re the prettiest girl in our year.” Now it was my turn to blush. I’m not sure if she’s saying this out of courtesy, sympathy, or if she really means it.

“You don't have to say that” I roll my eyes and let out an embarrassed giggle.

“I do.” She whispers back, the darkness multiplying the tension by 10. After a while of nervous silence, not sure what to say next, Robin asks you a question.

“I hope I’m not out of line for saying this, and you can one hundred percent say no,” I looked at her, questioningly, “but why don’t we go out sometime? We can go to the park or we can go to the cinema. Your choice… if you want-if you want to.” She was visibly nervous. In the pitch black, with only the dim glow from the paused movie TV static lighting up the room, I agreed to go on a date with her (”I’d like that”). We both can tell the other is excited but can also tell the other is exhausted. Robin moves back over to the armchair, which was just big enough for a teenage girl to curl up in, and I curl up to my sound asleep brother. It takes a while to finally get to sleep, but I can’t help my mind doing laps, thinking about my future date with Robin Buckley.

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loveisblindfanfictionbka · 3 years

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Three

Marcus smirked as he watched Chris mess with the straw in his drink, “Man, whoever she is has got you messed up bad.”

Chris jerked his head up and frowned in confusion, “huh?”

“You have completely zoned out on me, Bro. What’s going on?”

“Just thinking.”

“So your divorce? What happened?”

“I wasn’t any good for her. It just wasn’t gonna work out.”

“How’d she take it?”

“Not good. I’m surprised she hasn’t put a hit out on me.”

Marcus chuckled, “that woman loves you too much.”

“Loved.”

“Loves. I said what I said.”

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“Do you know she hasn’t dated since your divorce?”

“No. I never bothered to keep up with her.”

“Really?”

“I don’t have the right to. Why keep up with her life if I didn’t have the decency to stay in it?”

“You got a point.”

“So who is the new girl?”

“There is no new girl. Just somebody I’m getting to know.”

“So there is a new girl.”

“No.”

“Chris, we can play with semantics all night but be honest, do you like her?”

“Yes but we’re just friends.”

“For now.”

“She’s still in love with her ex-husband. I’m not in control of my life and neither of us are looking for anything serious.”

“Then what’s the harm in making her your new girl. You both know whats the deal up front.”

“Besides she doesn't want to meet me anyway.”

“You’ve never met?”

“I met her online. I only have a vague idea of what she looks like but we’ve never actually seen each other or spoke to each other.”

“Really? I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I set it up out of boredom but I got lucky with talking to her. She’s really nice.”

“What she do?”

“She’s a Vet. Owns her own clinic and shelter”

“Nice. Is she local?”

“Not sure. I know her business is in the city. Never asked if she lived there or not.”

“Chris, you might know her already.”

“I doubt it besides I think the not knowing her is the best part.”

“No identity, no expectations.”

“Exactly.”

“Well more power to you. Hope you don’t miss out on an amazing woman wanting to be all mysterious and shit.”

“I’m not concerned.”

A: How has your day been?

C: Hectic. My daughter caught the flu so I’m out of commission for the next few days

A: Aww...poor baby. Is this the first time she’s been sick?

C: No so I’m pretty prepared for the theatrics that will be coming my way

A: She’s that kind of kid, huh? Lol

C: Lol regardless of the fact that she’s three, she gets sick and reverts to an infant but I love babying her. Just don’t tell her that

A: Lol, your secret is safe with me

C: How have you been?

A: Good. Finalizing details for this gala a certain someone got me to attend

C: Lol, you made the deal, I just accepted

A: Yea. Whatever.

C: Did you decide on a date for our virtual outing?

A: I mean you have the child

C: It’s not like I’m gonna be leaving my house though

A: That is true

C: Are you nervous?

A: No, it’s not like you’re gonna hear my voice or see me. What’s there to be nervous about?

C: I don’t know I’m asking you

A: Are you free this weekend?

C: 8 pm Saturday?

A: Works for me

C: Cool

A: You know you could’ve just picked a time and told me

C: Yea but it was your idea so your choice

A: Hmm...I guess

C: What you thinking about?

A: If I should send you a sneak peek of my dress

C: You have it already? I thought the gala wasn’t for another month

A: A month goes by fast especially if you own your own business, time is not of the essence

C: Ah, very true. Are we still doing text to speech or?

A: I have some equipment I can use for voice changes. You?

C: I work at a college, I’m sure I can find some

A: Cool

C: Is your voice that distinctive that I’d be able to figure out who you are from hearing it?

A: Yes.

C: Ah, now I’m curious

A: It’s not that I’m worried about knowing you but I’ve been interviewed and stuff before so hearing my voice would definitely be a dead giveaway and ruin the mystery

C: I understand.

A: Does any of this make you uncomfortable?

C: No. It keeps things simple and uncomplicated. No complaints from me

A: Cool

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Robyn quickly composed herself as she posed for the picture in front of her phone. The self-timer clicked and she grabbed the device to see her handy work. She smiled at the successful shot. No identifying marks but it captured her body and clothing perfectly. She sat down and logged into her dating app to send the picture to Chris. Not wanting to be consumed with nervousness, she logged out completely before taking off her clothes and heading to take a shower. Their double blind virtual outing was tonight.

Chris smiled as his phone pinged and he clicked on the new message. The long-sleeve navy blue dress hugged every curve of Anna perfectly. She was completely covered but it still felt just as sexy as if she was naked. That was an art. The message read, “I probably could’ve waited a few weeks to send you this but I figured what the hell. What do you think?”

Chris rubbed his hand along his chin then through his hair as he stared at the picture. Was he making a mistake letting this stay just an online thing? Could she really be as amazing as she seemed? Maybe it was just the lust talking. He had sworn off women the past few years so it wasn’t like he had many outlets for any kind of attraction. Anesa was with his sister and cousins for the night while he had his virtual outing with Anna. He really didn’t understand why she just didn’t call it a date but then again they aren’t supposed to be dating so it makes sense.

Robyn shook off any nervousness as she sat down in front of her computer. It was easier to not be tempted to use the camera if she didn’t have one so she decided to use her desktop instead of her laptop. The older monitor was wired for sound but not video. She had emailed Chris a link to the video chat site with its autoset to start at 8pm. She glanced at the cover of the screen and sighed as the clock flipped from 7:59 to 8:00.

“Hi Anna,” an auto generated voice came through her speakers

“Chris, it’s nice to hear your voice.”

Chris laughed, “well something like my voice. How are you?”

“I’m great. You?”

“I’m good. Thank you for the picture.”

“Eh, I was trying it on and thought why not. You never answered my message”

“Well, I knew I was gonna talk to you soon so I figured it’d be easier to say what I was thinking than writing it”

“Ah, so what do you think?”

“I think you look incredible. It’s hard to be sexy and completely covered from neck to toe but you definitely pulled it off.”

“Why thank you. My friend was a little upset that I picked that dress.”

“Why?”

“She thinks I need to show more skin.”

Chris laughed, “well you’re single, no harm in doing that.”

“Single and not trying to mingle though.”

“If you look as amazing in the face as your body does. Nothing short of staying home would keep people, men especially, from trying to talk to you.”

“Oh don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

“Still don’t say it.”

“You’re afraid of dating?”

“No, just not prepared for it. I don’t really want to like anybody else.”

“Not even me.”

“You are a very pleasant and partially unwanted surprise. I don’t think I could not not like you though.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

“Good because I meant it as one,” Robyn laughed, “Feel weird yet?”

“Nope. This is a lot easier than typing though.”

“It is.

“So how was your day?”

“It was good. I had the start of auditions for my upper level songwriting and music composition classes.”

“Really? How do those work?”

“The student either performs live or brings in a recorded piece that they wrote and/or composed.”

“Do they have to be the performer?”

“It is preferable but no. I get my share of duos from time to time.”

“Is it easier to audition as a duo or solo?”

“To me, neither. I try to be equally as hard on all my students.”

“Did you work in the music industry before?”

“Actually no, just a dream deferred, I guess.”

“What about your divorce made you switch careers?”

“Music has always been healing for me. I had no desire to be famous or anything like that but I wanted to deal with music. Teaching did that for me.”

“Were you healing from your marriage?”

“No. My mother had passed away and it just threw my life into a spiral.”

“Were you close?”

“Not like we should’ve been. I was raised by another family member and my mom wasn’t really around most of my life.”

“That’s sad.”

“It’s life. You learn to make the best of it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you did.”

“To be honest, I didn’t at first. I was mad at everything and everybody. I just gave up.”

“And your marriage was a casualty of that.”

“Yup.”

“And you still love her?”

“I don’t want to but I do.”

“I know that feeling. So you were adopted by the family member or they just took you in?”

“Just took me in, nothing official.”

“Oh ok.”

“You have a good relationship with your family?”

“Yea, I think we still sit on different sides of the fence when it comes to my ex but other than that nothing major.”

“Why?”

“They loved him. He was my high school sweetheart so we kind of grew up together.”

“Same here. Do they want you guys to get back together?”

“Absolutely.”

Chris laughed.

“Sometimes I wonder if there were things he told them that he couldn’t tell me.”

“It’s possible. It's easier to open up to somebody you don’t feel responsible for. Men worry a lot about looking weak in front of their spouses. We wonder if women will still trust our judgment if they think we’re more emotional than logical.”

“Any woman worth her medal knows men are more emotional than logical, y’all just like to play with semantics. Just because you don’t deal with your emotions doesn’t mean they don’t exist or magically go away. Y’all just have different methodologies than we do.”

“Were you a therapist in a past life?”

Robyn laughed, “No, I took basic psychology classes in college.”

“Definitely sounds like you took more than the requisite elective.”

“I did. Almost had enough for a minor but I overloaded on vet classes to try to finish my bachelor’s early.”

“Did you?”

“Just a semester early, nothing too major.”

“That’s awesome. Were you always a vet?”

“Actually no. I took a few years off after veterinary school, did a bunch of odd jobs before I came back to my chosen profession.”

“Ah, good deal.”

“It had its perks.”

“How’d your husband feel about that?”

“We weren’t married initially but he didn’t seem to mind even after we did get married. He had a bit of an old school rearing and liked being a provider, I can admit.”

“And all that time you never had children?”

“I don’t think he could’ve emotionally handled children but then again, we might have fought for our marriage more if there were some involved.”

“You think so?”

“We both grew up in separated families, raised by a single parent or guardian. Two parent households weren’t the norm for either of us.”

“Ah ok.”

“We had always maintained the idea of having children once we got married but then we got married and things just didn’t work out. I wanted to try immediately after the ceremony but he kept stalling. First, it was getting his career off the ground then the timing just wasn’t right and by then we were divorced. I don’t think he wanted children with me.”

“You know being a parent isn’t something to take lightly, from what it sounds like it wasn’t you, he just wasn’t ready. At least, he was self aware to know that.”

“And your wife?”

“After the first year, we barely had sex.”

“Were you not attracted to her anymore?”

“I was. I just didn’t really like myself anymore and it made it hard to be physical with her. We had years of having sex and making love. I wasn’t the same so it didn’t feel the same, I felt like I was shortchanging her.”

“Sounds like you made a lot of decisions for her.”

“I know she would’ve stayed if I didn’t leave but I also knew she wasn’t happy. I couldn’t say I love her and subject her to an unhappy marriage, it’s not fair.”

“Why didn’t you just get help?”

“I did that’s what led me to ask for a divorce.”

“Your help told you to get divorced?”

“Not explicitly. My therapist told me that I needed to take time to focus on myself with no distractions. My mother had died, My father showed back up in my life. It just felt like everything was falling apart and then I had my wife. Trying to be supportive but completely unhappy and walking on eggshells. It felt like I was torturing her and I didn’t want us to live like that. I didn’t want her to live like that. When I tried to explain what was going on, it just made everything worse.”

“What you mean?”

“I broke her. In such a short marriage, I broke her and I didn’t know how to undo what I had done. I also wasn’t in the space to undo it. I just wanted to die and I didn’t want her to see that.”

‘Did you try to-”

“It was a week after she had moved out. Complete nervous breakdown.”

“Chris, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was bound to happen. The mind can only take so much before it has to reset itself.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No. I made my family promise not to say anything to anyone either. I made her leave for that exact reason. Sometimes you can just feel when you’ve reached your breaking point.”

“True. So she had no idea?”

“No. If she had, she probably would’ve came back and never went through with the divorce. I didn't want her spending her life fixing my mess, that’s my job.”

“Wow. I appreciate you telling me this.”

“I’m surprised I did. Had this been a year or two ago, I probably would’ve stopped talking to you as soon as you asked about her.”

“Really?”

“Yea. Failure sucks.”

“Well, it doesn’t sound like you failed. It’s not like all avenues had been exhausted.”

“If your ex-husband had did this, would you be so accommodating?”

“If he had actually told me all this happened with him, absolutely. This is so much different than the silence and moping around that I got.”

“What if it wasn’t?”

“I mean I definitely have to get over feeling so betrayed first. Ten years of a relationship and he couldn’t trust me enough to let me in, that’s a hard pill to swallow.”

“Yea but it happens. I imagine my ex-wife would probably feel that exact same way.”

“I might not know you well enough to say this but I really think you should find her and talk to her. The years may have softened her.”

“I don’t think it would be right. I caused her enough issues, the last thing she’d probably want is to be reminded of me.”

“There you go making decisions for her again. You never know until you find out.”

“I guess.”

“Unless you don’t want to find out.”

“What you mean?”

“I think you’re afraid that you really did break her and she never bounced back. I think finding out that she hasn’t moved on scares you more than anything.”

“I-”

“You love her and I don’t think you will ever stop, so you want her to be happy. You want her to have forgotten about you and got everything she ever wanted in life. But if she hasn’t, you’d have to realize that though you did everything to protect her, you made the biggest mistake making her go especially when she didn’t want to. As a woman who’s been there and still there, you didn’t give her a chance to be what you needed because you were so worried about not being what you thought she wanted, even though you never asked.”

Robyn pulled her covers up under her chin as she laid back staring at her ceiling. Talking to Chris, really got her to thinking about her ex-husband. Did something happen to him to make him shut him down? Did he really walk out to save her like he told her? If so, why didn't he trust her to be there for him? At least this Chris is healed but clearly she has a penchant for damaged men. Is she a damaged woman? Did her ex really break her to the point she could never recover?

Chris sat on the phone with Anesa, half listening to her ramble about her day. He was going to go get her from his sister’s house but after talking with Anna, he needed the night to himself, to regroup. He couldn’t say that she was wrong. He never really thought about if his ex-wife was happy or not since he left. At least not out loud. Like what right did he have to shake up her life again after shaking it up in the first place? That’s why he never asked about her. It wasn’t right to be about her life if he made the initiative to walk out of it. Anna really showed him the other side of the situation, it really wasn’t as pretty and hopeful as he thought it would’ve been. He never thought of his divorce as a mistake but did he really ruin something that could’ve been fixed?

#loveisblindfanfiction #chrianna

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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tiny swap part one: damian and aaron

"This is stupid." Janis huffed. "I don't wanna go with Gretchen."

"Hey!"

Damian laughed at the girl in his hands. "It's only for a week. Besides, we all have pretty similar schedules. I'll be there."

"Who am I supposed to talk to while I'm in art?"

"Uh, Gretchen?"

Janis shook her head. "It's not the same."

Damian clicked his tongue. "Just don't be too reckless okay? No jumping off tables or climbing on arms. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Nu-uh. If I have to be miserable, I'll make it fun."

"Janis."

"Yes?"

Damian gave her a pointed look and the artist caved. "Fine. No fun. Totally boring week. Got it."

"That's not what I said."

"Sure sounds like it."

"Are you guys ready?" Karen called out. Each tiny and their giant were talking a bit before a swap. Damian wanted to laugh at how dramatic this whole 'event' was being made out to be. They're still gonna see each other. He'll just be holding Aaron in the halls and making sure Aaron doesn't dive of tables. Not that Aaron would do that.

"Yeah," Cady said, Aaron gave a thumbs up.

Regina mumbled something and Gretchen just shook her head with a smile. "We're all good."

"Same here." Damian pulled Janis close to his chest as everyone met in the center of the empty classroom.

"It's Monday, seven am, before the official school day." Karen reminded them. "You will all be 'swapping'." She did air quotes. "The giants are in charge of making sure their new tiny gets to everywhere they need to be safely, whether that's around school or rides to and from school. Tinies need to make sure not to drive their temporary giant insane."

Janis laughed nervously as Karen pointed to her.

"This is mainly so Damian and Gretchen will stop arguing over who has more bullshit to deal with."

"Hey! Wait a second-" Regina made a noise of offense.

"Everyone will swap back, Friday at lunch." Karen continues. "Obviously if something bad happens, we can switch back, but let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Damian nodded. There have been plenty of times where Janis would get so worked up over something and only Damian could calm her down. It comes with being friends with her for so long. He knew Gretchen and Regina were the same.

But let's hope it doesn't come to that.

"Everything clear?" Karen asked. After receiving a chorus of 'yeahs' she grinned. "Then lets swap!"

Monday, 7:10 AM

Damian walked down the hall, Gretchen to his left and Cady and Karen on his right.

Aaron sat closest to Cady and talked with her, Regina, and Karen.

"So, Janis." He grinned to her girl on Gretchen's shoulder.

The artist crossed her arms. "Sorry, I don't talk to traitors."

"Okay, Jan." Damian rolled his eyes at his best friend's antics.

She blew a raspberry in retaliation.

She'll get over it in ten minutes.

The group made their way to period one. A class they all had together.

Gretchen sat in the front row with Cady behind her and Karen next to her, while Damian sat a couple of rows back. Typically Janis would be with him, probably trying not to fall asleep and it was easier to hide her from the teacher form the back of the classroom.

But not this time.

"Bye, you guys!" Damian said, waving to the group.

Aaron threw up a peace sign as everyone sat down.

Damian watched as Janis let Gretchen place her on the table instead of slipping down herself. He smiled to himself knowing Janis was paying attention to what he said at least a little bit.

Monday, 2 pm

"You sure?" Damian asked.

"Yeah, I take the tiny bus all the time." Aaron said waving his hand.

They stood at the tiny pick up zone.

"We both know Cady isn't the best driver. I just take the bus to and from school, it's no biggie."

Damian grinned. "Do I even want to tell Cady you said that?"

"Oh, she knows."

"Alright then. Get home safe Aaron."

Tuesday, 12 pm

"Lunchtime!" Regina cheered as Damian sat down, lowering Aaron to the table.

"So," Karen grinned. "Everyone is here. Who's been dropped yet?"

"Almost." Janis wiggled her eyebrows.

"It was her fault!" Gretchen raised her hands in defense.

"I believe it." Damian teased. "Just be glad you only have her for a week."

"You love me." Janis huffed.

"I do." Damian agreed.

Aaron walked over, sitting next to Janis and Regina.

It was during lunch when things felt normal. Janis and Regina would bicker, everyone would ignore them until Regina threatened violence and shoving people off tables. Gretchen and Karen would carry the conversation for the most part, while Cady, Aaron, and Damian join in whenever.

"It sucks not to be able to just-" Janis made vague motions with her hands. "Take a nap whenever! I'm so fucking tired all the time."

Damian laughed. "Miss me?"

"Just your jacket."

Wednesday, 8:56 am

"Damian."

The boy looked up from his classwork. Aaron was sneakily texting on his phone.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna stay after today, do you think you could give me a ride home? I might not be done before the tiny bus, it's unclear."

"Of course." Damian nodded. "What are you staying after for?"

"English afterschool help."

Well, Damian knew what that meant.

Wednesday, 3:15

"They haven't had any of their secret rant meeting in months," Cady said, standing at the tiny pick up zone. "Do you know how crazy we must be driving them for them want to have English help again?"

Damian laughed. "Speak for yourself, I'm having a great time with Aaron. He doesn't jump off my shoulder while I'm walking."

"Janis is a nightmare," Gretchen said, sipping coffee at three pm.

"Damian tried telling you." Karen points out.

"I'm gonna be so grateful to get Regina back. She can yell at me for a month and I won't complain oh my god."

Damian laughed. Yeah, he was nervous with the idea of Gretchen carrying Janis around. It wasn't a big secret that Gretchen wasn't the best at not dropping tinies. Add that onto Janis's overall reckless behavior and somebody's gonna get hurt.

Probably Janis.

"I will say though," Gretchen pauses to sip her coffee. "She isn't nearly as bad to me. Like yeah, Janis has no regard for her safety, but it's clear she doesn't trust me as she trusts you. For good reason, too."

Damian smiled softly. "For still seeing Janis all the time, I'm sure miss her a lot this week."

"I don't." Gretchen sighs. "You got the easy tiny, Damian."

"Yeah," Cady nods. "Regina is a nightmare. She's no Janis but I'm so used to Aaron that this is wild."

Karen laughs. "I have to deal with them whenever one of you is sick from school."

"A true wildcard." Cady grins.

"If this week is teaching me anything, its to respect Karen a hell lot more." Gretchen said.

Thursday, 12 pm

"I would like to take a moment to point out that Gretchen hasn't dropped me yet." Janis says from her perch on Damian's shoulder. The gang agreed lunchtime could be a free pass since the tinies typically sat with anyone regardless of whos giant was whos anyway.

So naturally, Janis didn't hesitate to scale Damian's arm.

Just when he was starting to get used to this whole, not having a reckless tiny thing.

"Thank you, Gretchen." He laughed.

"It's not easy." She grumbled.

"Trust me, he knows." Janis grinned, leaning into Damian's neck.

"I would like to say right here right now that Aaron no longer gets tiny support group rights. Cady's an angel." Regina said from her spot at the table, leaning against Karen's water bottle.

"If we're playing that game, Damian isn't half bad when you aren't jumping off high points every thirty seconds," Aaron said from his vantage point in Cady's shoulder.

"That's just because he's with you," Janis said shaking her head. "Damian would worry if I was in his pocket all day."

"It's true, I won't deny it," Damian said with a grin.

"But I also think maybe Regina is more reckless than we thought. Because Gretchen drops her a lot more than she drops me." Janis said.

Thursday, 5 pm

"The final day is tomorrow." Damian said, Aaron's face filling his phone screen.

"Yeah. This week wasn't bad, actually. For any of the tinies. I though Janis would go through it, but we all had fun."

Damian would never get over how tinies sounded on call or camera. Their voices were louder, more clear. And slightly lower.

Aaron was no exception.

Wild.

"It was nice to have a tiny who wasn't trying to jump off me at all times."

Aaron laughed. "I do try and prioritize health."

Damian smiled. "Seriously, thank you, for making this week easy. I have a hunch Janis wasn't on her best behavior, intentionally."

Aaron just laughed. "You know Janis. Did you ask Cady how Regina's been? When I asked Regina she told me to mind my own business."

Damian shook his head. "Cady had been oddly quiet about her experience. Gretchen and I won't shut up and she just sits there. I hope everything went okay for them."

Friday, 12 pm

Damian weaved his way through the halls, heading to the cafeteria with Aaron on his shoulder.

"You excited to be with Cady again?" He asked.

"You and Cady aren't too different, Damian," Aaron says. "This week wasn't a drastic change. I had fun."

"I did too." Damian smiled, entering the cafeteria.

There was an excited buzz in the room-

-and a crowd around their lunch table.

"Oh, that's not good." Damian pushes passed people, mindful of the tiny friend on his shoulder.

He reached the center of the crowd as gasped filled the cafeteria.

Everyone fell silent.

well shit @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt @sourishlemons

#g/t mean girls #tss #tiny aaron #giant damian #ft #tiny janis #tiny regina #giant gretchen #giant cady #giant karen

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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I’ll Still Be Here

A/N: Oh look, I made a gender-neutral reader! Also, this picture of baby Ash makes me feel things. Anyway, gender-neutral reader x Ash blurb in 3... 2...1

And away, and away we go!

~~~

Ashton rolled over in bed, his arm instinctively reaching for you, eyes opening in still-asleep confusion when he didn’t find your warm body sleeping next to his.

He rolled back over, blindly reaching for his phone to check the time. 11:38 am. No wonder you weren’t asleep next to him. He almost never slept in this late himself, not even with his late nights out with the band.

He shuffled out of the bedroom, yawning and stretching his arms over his head, hunting for you. He eventually found you in the office, a frown on your face as you stared at the computer screen in front of you. Your fingers typed hurriedly at the keyboard, paused, then mashed angrily at the delete button.

“Morning, love,” Ashton said, drawing you out of your work trance.

Your head glanced up and you offered a smile. “Morning, Ash. How’d you sleep?”

“Better if you had been next to me,” he told you, coming over to place a kiss on your head. “How long have you been up?”

“Mmm, since like 8 I think,” you answered, cracking your fingers and getting ready to set back to work.

“And how long have you been working?” was the follow up question even though he knew the answer. You were still your pajamas. Your hair was still a mess. A plate of barely-nibbled-at toast sat just out of reach of your hands, along with a cold cup of untouched coffee.

“Bout as long,” you answered sheepishly, watching as he grabbed the plate and coffee cup. “I got distracted, I’m sorry.”

Another kiss found its way to your head. “How about I make us some lunch?” he offered.

“That’d be great, Ash, thank you,” you said, smiling.

“Of course, love. Don’t work too hard,” he gently warned, leaving you to your work.

“I won’t,” you lied. You had a huge presentation you had been putting off doing for a while, and your procrastination was coming back to bite you. You’d be lucky if this didn’t take you the rest of the day.

You quickly set back to work, challenging yourself to see how much you could get done before Ashton came in with lunch. The short answer was not enough to make you feel even the slightest bit of pride or satisfaction.

“Break time,” Ashton announced, walking in with an already-cut-up individual pizza and a drink.

“Mmm,” you smiled, your mouth watering as he placed the food in front of you and moved your laptop out of the way. “Thank you, bubs.”

“No working while you eat. And don’t rush, either,” he told you with a kiss.

“Yes, sir,” you mocked, giving a playful roll of your eyes. It was sweet the way he wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. But you were also capable of taking care of yourself. And more importantly you had work to do. “Wait, you’re not gonna eat with me?” you asked, noticing he was already in the doorway.

“Nah, do what you gotta do. I’ll still be here when you’re done. Holler if you need anything.”

“Okay. Thank you, again, Ash.”

“Of course, love,” he smiled before disappearing out of the room. Through the open door you could hear the sounds of the TV playing in the living room.

You smiled and munched on your lunch. You loved that he understood that you needed to get work done, respected that you needed solitude in order to do it, and didn’t make you feel guilty about it.

~~~

“You don’t need to apologize. That’s what healthy relationships are,” he had told you the first time you felt you had hurt his feelings by saying you needed to work. “You have a life that requires your attention. I know that I’m only part of that life.”

“An important part,” you had assured him, still feeling guilty.

“Love, it’s okay,” he had pressed. “Do what you gotta do. I’ll still be here when you’re done. Holler if you need anything.”

And so had been the supporting phrase uttered by both of you whenever the other got caught up in other things: Do what you gotta do. I’ll still be here when you’re done. Holler if you need anything. 3 simple sentences that meant just as much to both of you as 3 simple words.

~~~

Ashton kept himself busy and out of the way for the next few hours, occasionally walking by the office to find you still working.

He held back a sigh when he noticed that a quarter of your pizza remained untouched.

He knew how you got when you worked- so lost in your own world that you forgot the real world around you.

He also knew that you didn’t like it all that much when he pushed you to take care of your own needs when you got like this because “Ash, I’m not doing this on purpose. I know how to take care of myself, thanks.”

So he went about his day, watching TV, keeping in touch with the guys regarding the band, doing anything and everything he could to fight against the instinct to take care of you.

But, when 4 pm rolled around and you still hadn’t made an appearance, he had enough.

He went to the bathroom and ran a bath, paying careful attention to the temperature of the water, before adding bubbles and lighting a candle for extra effect: something he knew you loved when you wanted to relax.

With a freshly clean towel waiting on the counter, and the bath ready, he went to the office in search of you. “Alright, c’mon,” he announced, startling you.

“Jesus, fuck, Ash!” you breathed, hand flying to your chest. “You can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, but c’mon,” he said, holding out his hand to you.

“What? Ash, no. I really need to get this done.”

“And I really need you to come with me,” he responded in a tone that said this wasn’t up for debate.

You narrowed your eyes, wondering if it was worth to fight him on it, but his look matched his tone- he wasn’t budging unless you did what he was asking of you. No. Not asking. Telling. Ordering, really. “Fine,” you conceded, taking his offered hand and standing up.

“Thank you,” he grinned, leading you out of the office and over to the bathroom all the while you cursed that damned smile of his that you both knew you’d do anything to see.

“Ash!” you scolded once you saw the bathroom. “You’re using your power for evil again.”

“Am not,” he protested. “You need a break. And we both know you work better when you feel better, and that you always feel better after a bubble bath.”

You looked over at the inviting water and back at your boyfriend, who was leaning against the counter smirking at you, clearly very proud of himself. “A half hour. That’s it. And you have to join me,” you compromised.

“Deal!” Ashton happily agreed, quickly stepping out of his sweatpants and getting in the tub.

You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh before joining him, laying between his legs with your back pressed against his chest. His arms came to wrap around you, holding you close to him. “You work too hard,” he murmured as his chin rested on your shoulder.

“I don’t work hard enough,” you corrected. If you had set aside proper time to work at this project slowly, rather than putting it off, you wouldn’t be scrambling now.

“Nope,” he disagreed, shaking his head. “You’re too hard on yourself. You know you’ll get it done. You know you’ll do great. You need to stop and take a minute for yourself.”

“It was taking a minute for myself that got me into this mess in the first place, Ash. Too many me minutes, not enough work minutes.”

“Shh, stop,” he said, his voice soft. “Just be here with me.”

“And you’re one to talk,” you pressed on, your mind still spinning at a million miles an hour. “You work yourself damn near to death 24/7.”

“Hey, stop,” he said again, his voice switching from soft to stern as his face tilted to look at you. “I’m trying to do something nice for you, and you really wanna fight with me instead?”

You sighed and rubbed at your face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’ve been really sweet making sure I’m well taken care of. But, I’m stressed, Ash.”

“I know, love,” he said, his voice back to being soft. “Take a minute to refocus and reset.”

“Fine,” you said, relaxing into him, closing your eyes as you did so.

~~~

You emerged from the office at 8:17. Ashton had been right, that bubble bath had made you feel so much better and you had returned to your work with renewed energy.

And now, after roughly being at this for 12 hours, it was done. And so were you.

You curled up next to him on the couch, lying down and placing your head in his lap.

“Hey, love,” he greeted, an arm coming down to rest across your shoulders.

“Hi,” you mumbled into his lap.

“Finally done?”

“Mhm.”

He leaned over you to kiss your head. “Good job, baby. I bet it’s great.”

You shrugged. “I guess.”

“Want me to run you another bath or make you something to eat?”

You shook your head. You just needed him- his presence, his warmth, his love.

“Need me to hold you?” he asked, picking up on your slight mannerisms.

You nodded.

“C’mere then,” he said, suppressing a giggle.

You adjusted yourself so you were sitting in his lap, facing him, your arms wrapped around his neck, and your face pressed into his neck. You felt so small in his arms and it was just what you needed. “I’m so tired, Ash.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he answered, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Brain won’t shut up.”

“Is it saying bad things or stress spiraling?”

“Both.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna sit here and breathe. And if you need to cry, go ahead and cry. Or scream. Or whatever. Do you what you gotta do. I’ll still be here holding you when you’re done.”

#i'll still be here #ashton irwin #ashton blurb #soft caring boy!#5sos #galcal irwin

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Invader Pink- The Pink Nightmare (Finale)

PART 3

THE NEXT DAY Beach city Middle school was like any other school you’d see. Kids were making their way out of their parent’s cars and into the school building, pretty normal stuff. Or somewhat normal until a brightly colored Van with MR. UNIVERSE on the side. All the kid’s eyes were immediately on the van and the boy who just exited it.

“Have a good first day of school Stu-ball.” A slightly balding long-haired man said poking his head out of the car

“I’ll try dad.” Steven says with a small amount of enthusiasm

“Hey Steven, your gonna do great. I know it.” Steven’s dad says

“Thanks, I’ll do my best.” Steven says getting a smile from his father as he drove away

Steven then turned and faced the school, plus all the kids who were currently staring at him. He gave a small smile and wave letting out a “Hello” in hopes of making a good first impression. All the kids immediately turned away from him and started whispering amongst themselves. Steven let out a nervous laugh as he slowly made his way to the school steps. He was halfway when another van pulled up, this one more normal. And he turned to see who it was.

“Connie do you have everything for school?” a woman says

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says exiting the car

“Books, pencils, notebooks, phone, ID?” The woman asks

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says taking her backpack

“You Remember your class schedule?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says checking its contents

“Okay I’m gonna be late at the hospital tonight, so you will have to walk home. You remember the way right, I set a route on your phone just in case.” The woman yes slightly worried

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says as she begins to walk away

“OH CONNIE! Your book!” the woman says holding out a book, Connie immediately turned around to go and get it, and as soon as she did the woman gave her a kiss on the forehead

“I love you Connie. Your gonna do wonderfully.” The woman says smiling

“Thanks mom.” Connie says with a blush and smile

Steven watched as the car drove away and the girl Connie opened her book. She became totally engrossed in it walking and reading seamlessly making her way up the stairs with no trouble.

“H-Hi I’m Steven nice to-.” Steven said fumbling with his words as the girl passed him without paying him any mind

“O-okay then.” Steven said with a sigh as he made his way inside

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Steven made his way to his class U-213, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was greeted by a rather chaotic scene or kids sitting on their desks, talking, using their phones, and throwing paper. Steven closed his door behind as he entered watching everybody go. He stood in the front silent nervously as everybody did their thing no paying attention to him

“I-um-excuse me-I wanted to ask-.” Steven said quietly not getting anyone’s attention

BAM

Everyone turned as the door slammed open. In walked a woman in her late 20’s she had brown wavy hair with a blue Highlight in it. She was wearing short sleeve light blue button up shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her eyes were heavy and bored as she walked to the desk in front of the class everyone looking at her. Steven watched as she sat down with her cup of coffee, Steven focusing on the mug which said ‘LIFE’S A BEACH AND THEN YOU DROWN’.

“Um-Hello I’m-.” Steven said trying to introduce himself only for the woman to raise a finger to stop him.

She took a large swig from her mug before looking over the class. She then raised her head taking in a deep breath, and then letting out a long groan as she lowered her head onto the desk. There was a full minute of silence with everyone looking at her as she just rested her head on the desk.

“And I’m ready. Hello class I’m Ms. Lazuli, I’ll be your teacher for this year. You work with me, I’ll work with you, and this will be less painful for all of us.” Ms. Lazuli says looking over the class with her bored expression

“I know every single one of you here so let’s not waste any time on that. However, we have some new students. You with the Star, introduce yourself.” Lazuli says

“O-Oh right, hello everyone my name is Steven Quartz Universe. It’s nice to meet you all.” Steven says enthusiastically some of the kids snickering at his name

“Quite the colorful name, your parents were really into peace and love when they had you huh?” Lazuli says

“I am pretty sure they like Peace and Love, I do a lot. Do you to?” Steven asks with a smile getting a look from Lazuli

“Take your seat, it’ll be the one your butt gets used to all year.” Lazuli says pointing to the desks

There were only 3 desks left near the center. And Steven took the one dead center locking eyes with Ms. Lazuli. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the boy who seemed to be exuding optimism. Then the door opened again.

“I am really sorry I’m late Miss.” Connie says entering the room

“Trust me kid it doesn’t matter…... nothing really does.” Lazuli groans

“I promise it won’t happen again, I just needed to talk with the main office about-.” Connie says in a rushed toned

“Kid, Kid, stop before you bite your tongue. New kid, introduce yourself, take a seat.” Lazuli says pointing to the desk

“Hello my name is Connie Maheswaran, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” She says like it was rehearsed bowing her head to the class. She then took the seat to the left of Steven as he looked at her nervously

“Okay then, all that’s out of the way we can get started. Please pay attention, I won’t repeat myself and take note so-.” Lazuli says getting up and picking up some chalk only for a knock at the door to get her attention another adult standing outside

“Uuuuugh, what now? I’ll be back don’t cause a ruckus,” Lazuli says going to the door and walked out

As soon as she did the room went into chaos again Steven and Connie the only ones remaining in their seats. Connie however took out her book and started reading again, while Steven drummed his fingers on the desk. His mind raced as he tried to think of something to say to her, she was a new kid like him this was his best chance at making a friend. But he didn’t know what to say, plus she didn’t seem interested in talking at the moment. His eyes then went to the book she was reading.

WHEN SPACE LOOKS BACK: TRUE ACCOUNTS OF EXTRATERRESTIAL ENCCOUNTERS

“Oh, you’re into aliens?” Steven asks

“I know what you’re about to say, so please spare me the jokes and taunts I’ve heard them all.” Connie says almost annoyed not looking away from the book

“Wha?” Steven asks

“I’m used to it; everyone thinks I’m weird. Calling me the crazy girl for believing in aliens, so if your gonna start just save it and keep to yourself.” Connie says gripping the book tightly

“Wait, Wait I’m not gonna make fun of you. I believe in Aliens to.” Steven says making Connie immediately put the book down and lock eyes with him

“What game are you playing? This is supposed to be the long con or something?” Connie asks

“Why would I, I’m new here to?” Steven asks as Connie looks at him curiously

“So, you don’t think that aliens are just for conspiracy nuts and were alone in the universe?” Connie asks him quizzically

“Well if the universe is a big as people say, it wouldn’t really make sense if were the only functioning species. There’s gotta be something else out there.” Steven reasons

“FINALLY, SOMEONE ELSE GET’S IT!!” Connie yells surprising Steven

“So, you…… wanna meet an alien?” Steven asks smiling

“Meet no, I’m preparing.” Connie says

“For what?” Steven asks

“For the Invasion of course.” Connie says

“Invasion.” Steven says

“Yeah, of course someday an extraterrestrial threat will descend upon us and try to take over our world. And we must be ready to fight them off and defend humanity.” Connie says

“What if their friendly?” Steven asks

“If they come in peace, we’ll extend a hand of friendship, but we still must be ready. Who knows what terrifying powers they have or advanced technology thousands of years ahead of our own or their incredible intellects?” Connie says

“What if they aren’t super terrifying or really that…... intelligent.” Steven says thinking back to last night

“They would’ve perfected space travel of course they’re smart.” Connie says

“Well not everyone can be a rocket scientist, I mean we aren’t right. Maybe it’s the same for them.” Steven says surprising Connie

“Heh, I guess you’re right.” Connie said smiling making Steven smile

“So, are aliens your thing or?” Steven asks

“Not just aliens, I’m completely into the Paranormal as well. I’m gonna be an investigator of all the unexplained mysteries of the world and beyond…... or I could be as long as it doesn’t affect my grades or my extracurricular activities.” Connie says

“Oh, cool you believe in Ghosts and Monsters to. I swear once when I woke up I night I saw eyes looking at me in my closet and when I woke up the next morning my socks were gone.” Steven says

“I’ve heard about similar cases before, it’s most likely a small level 1 roaming specter. They can only manifest small parts of themselves in dark areas and usually make mischief than be actual threats. The worst case I heard is about a guy losing all his teeth.” Connie says

“OH WOW! How did you know that?” Steven asks amazed

“Just some friends I have online, we keep each other up to date on all the cool stuff. Like last night one of my cohorts found some strange disturbances from satellites over the U.S between 8 and 9 pm.” Connie says

“Heh, ain’t that something.” Steven says nervously

“Anyway, what’s your interest in aliens. Have you had a close encounter?” Connie asks with a smirk

“O-O-Oh well ya see.” Steven says nervously until the door opened again

“Alright class due to a technical mix up our supposedly EXPERIENCED COMPUTER EXPERTS BOTCHED! We have been given another new student instead of the one who was supposed to be, and is late either way.” Lazuli says

“What happens to them?” Steven asks

“I don’t know they wander I guess or something. Anyway kid, come in and introduce yourself so I can finally get this class started.” Lazuli says walking to her desk leaving the door open.

Steven smiled excited that another new kid was in this class, he managed to start a conversation with Connie and seemed to be going well. Maybe he could do it again he could make friends on his first day. But that smile soon fell as a weight filled his heart as he saw the silhouette behind the door. Then a Pink ballet shoe with a white poof at the end stepped out from behind it. Steven felt his eyes widen and his heart stop for a moment as he looked at what was before him. Pink now being Steven’s size still with her hair that was twice the size of head, her pink skin, and Diamond Irises. She wore a Dark Pink shirt with the words ‘I Love Earth’ on it and a light pink skirt with a white trim that went to her knees. She smiled as she holds up a white and dark pink backpack with little nubs on the bottom.

“Hello friends, my name is Pinkamena Diamandis. But everyone calls me Pink Diamond or just Pink for short.” The chibi Pink says with a smile as everyone looked at her like weirdo she was.

Steven almost broke out in a sweat when he saw Pink, everyone was looking at her. But Steven saw Connie was looking at her the most intently her finger raised and shaking, single eye twitching and mouth slightly open.

“As you can all clearly see I am a completely normal human worm baby, who has lived on this wonderful planet for……… 12 years.” Pink said taking a moment to think of the last part

“There is nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing you should find suspicious about me and there is no reason to look into my background or history. And if you do think there’s suspicious about me YOUR WRONG AND YOU’RE A FILTHLY LIAR!!!” Pink screams the last part pointing at everyone before her like a crazed maniac

This of course got a whole lot of looks at her, at which Pink realized being her hands back to her chest.

“Anyway, I’m normal, so just ignore me and we’ll be fine. I hope we can all be friends.” Pink says with a large toothy smile

“I just got all the characters here huh? Take the last seat next to star kid there.” Lazuli says pointing to the desk right of Steven

Pink with her large smile takes her seat next the sweating Steven and the glaring Connie oblivious to both. Steven was trying not to lose his cool as he looked at Pink and felt Connie’s eyes going past him and to Pink.

“Okay now that we’ve wasted enough time, we can finally get things started. Our first subject is…… yes Pink?” Lazuli starts but stops with a groan seeing Pink raise her hand

“Yes, education giver, I have a question. Let’s hypothetically say this planet was to be suddenly attacked by an alien armada, how prepared would humanity be……... TELL ME NOW!” Pink says growling the last part

“………………. Right.” Lazuli says annoyed ignoring the question making Pink frown

“So, who has pencils?” Lazuli asks as Steven and Connie are the only ones to raise their hands

“Do you have enough to share with everyone?” Lazuli asks as the two shake their heads no

Lapis slams her palm on the desk taking a deep breath before walking out of the room to retrieve pencils for her class. The room was left in silence with Steven nervously sitting between Pink and Connie.

“…… okay I’m not the only one seeing this right.” Connie says

“Hello their fellow child-human, my name is….” Pink starts turning to Connie

“Yeah, no stop that. You’re an alien.” Connie says blatantly almost making Steven gag on his own spit

“What are you talking about?” a random boy asks

“ARE YOU SERIOUS LOOK AT HER!!” Connie yells pointing at Pink

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I am a normal 11 cycle old human.” Pink says defensively

“You said 12 before.” A girl says

“That’s what I said 12. I am normal so why don’t you be a pal and SHUT UP!” Pink yells the last part

“I will not shut up and you are not normal! Look at her freakish Pink skin and eyes, her irises are Diamond shaped nobody has that!” Connie says

“MY SKIN IS PERFECT YOU INSOLENT LITTLE…… I have a skin and eye condition which I am very sensitive about. And my eyes are a Proud part of my organic heritage you DISGUSTING DIRT MUNCHER!!” Pink says seething on her desk

“Oh, for the love of just give it up! That is the worst disguise I’ve ever seen, and I cosplayed at Familiar-Con last year! You just asked if the planet would be prepared for an invasion! Everyone heard her right, she’s not normal!” Connie says pointing at Pink

“Yeah she isn’t and neither are you!” a boy says making the other kids laugh which made Connie blush in embarrassment

“Connie maybe you should calm down for a bit.” Steven says trying to stop her before she does something drastic

“Why don’t you listen to the adorable Human-boy, who I never met before. You should sit down and shut that mouth of yours.” Pink says sinisterly

“I WILL NOT! Steven you see it right! She’s not human!” Connie says looking to Steven

“Oh w-w-well I think….” Steven stammered fiddling his thumbs as he looked between the two who were glaring at each other

Steven’s eyes then wandered under Pink’s desk and saw she had a watch like device on her wrist. Steven watched as she dragged her finger across it in a circle making it glow. His eyes then went to the window and the tree outside the building. He saw the leaves rustle and then 5 small red figures start to emerge. He almost let out a gasp as he saw the rubies in the tree looking like they were ready to jump into the class and attack. He was in full panic mode as he sat in the middle of this dangerous situation.

“Okay here we go, they aren’t sharpened so deal with it.” Lazuli says entering the class with a box

Connie immediately sat down politely once again hands on her desk, and Pink brought her finger in the opposite direction of her watch turning it off. Steven saw the rubies hide in the tree once more making him sigh in relief.

“Okay so English was supposed to be our first class, but since we’ve wasted so much time today, we’ll just go to math. Pay attention.” Lazuli says going to the chalkboard

“Um, Ms. Lazuli! I can’t see past Pink’s massive hair!” The boy sitting behind Pink says

“Tough luck kid I ain’t a barber…… well not anymore. Pay attention now.” Lazuli says as she starts

Steven tried to focus but was mentally gone as he sat between the two girls who were glaring at each other. He slightly sunk in his seat as his first day got a little more chaotic.

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“Enjoy our school’s delicious food.” Lazuli says sarcastically as the bell rings and the kids leave the classroom

Pink made sure she was the last the leave making her way out of the classroom with a peaceful smile on face. She made her way halfway down the hall coming to a door. And as she did a hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm. She let out a yelp as she pulled into an empty classroom.

“PINK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Steven yells in a panic

“Oh hello, fellow human. How are you? I was just going to…… um.” Pink says trying to remember what it was

“Lunch.” Steven says

“Lunch. That’s it, just needed to remember, we said it at the same time so I knew it.” Pink says

“Pink what-?” Steven tries asking

“Oh, by the way what is your name? Since we’ve never met before.” Pink says

“Pink, we’ve met last night you know my name is Steven.” He says

“Hello Steven nice to meet you.” Pink says making Steven grunt in annoyance pinching the bridge of his nose

“Although perhaps I may seem familiar to you.” Pink says smirk

“Pink it’s you.” Steven says

“As if we have met before one cold Earth night.” Pink says

“Pink I know it’s you.” Steven says deadpanned

“Something so strange you could’ve sworn it was only a dream.” Pink says trying to keep up the mystery

“It wasn’t, it was last night. You landed on my front lawn.” Steven says

“Behold! Your eyes do not deceive you it tis I! THE RADIANT PINK DIAMOND!!” Pink says as with a flash of Pink she shapeshifts to her normal form towering over Steven

“Oh-wow-what a surprise.” Steven says feigning amazement

“Yes, yes your tiny human mind is reeling. But make it quick I have to-.” Pink says as she turns only to hit her head on a light

“AAAAARGH!!! STUPID-HUMAN-BUILDING, WITH YOUR LOW CEILINGS AND HANGING LIGHTS!!! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FREAKING SMALL!!” Pink shrieks

“Because I’ve never met a human who’s a big as you. I mean my mom might have to duck to enter this room, but still.” Steven says as he takes Pink’s hand pulling her down into a kneeling position

“Ah, whatever, this whole place is dumb anyway.” Pink grumbles sitting on the floor before Steven

“Okay two things 1. You can shapeshift? And 2. What are you doing here?” Steven asks

“Yes, one of the amazing skills my race possesses. We can bend our light construct bodies into any shape and size of our choosing. Allowing us to be masters of disguise and infiltration.” Pink says as with another flash she transforms into her ‘Human’ form

“As for why I am here this is just phase 1 of my world conquests plans. I first must gather all the information I can on your world so I can begin forming my plans for takeover and how to properly cull the masses of this world to my reign.” Pink says

“You want…… to take over the world by going to middle school?” Steven says

“You said it was a place human go to learn about the world. Plus, my gems are doing their own research as well.” Pink says

“Yeah I did say that. Though it may take a while for you to learn everything you want.” Steven says scratching his head.

“Oh, I can wait as long as I need to.” Pink says

“Hope so, also how did you end up in my class specifically?” Steven says

“Oh, we found your name in the registry saying you would be in that room. So, I moved the other guy and put myself there.” Pink says

“Why?” Steven asks curiously

“Well…… um…... well because…… I-wanted-to see you…… again.” Pink says embarrassed blushing

“Awwwww~” Steven says blushing as well with a smile

“Y-y-yeah I mean you are my minion! You can help me better acquaint myself with this Middle School.” Pink says

“Yeah, I’ll help you, don’t want you getting hurt or hurting somebody else. And on that point, why are those short angry people in the trees?” Steven asked pointing out the window

“The rubies are here for my protection. And to silence any humans who get in my way, like that annoying visor girl.” Pink growls

“Yeah. You gotta tell them to leave.” Steven says

“WHAT WHY?” Pink asks

“Pink you can’t have a hit squad on call outside our class in a tree. What if somebody sees them?” Steven asks

“Oh, please they’re highly trained soldiers, with centuries of experience. They aren’t gonna get caught.” Pink says with a laugh

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Outside a school maintenance worker carried a ladder to a tree while whistling a tune. He sets up the Ladder on the tree and takes out some trimming tools. He continued to whistle as he scaled up the ladder with the leave trimmers. He then reaches the top and takes the trimmers getting ready to do his job. He then parted the leaves only to be greeted by a scowling Ruby. In a moment of pure surprise, he dropped his trimmers wide-eyed and silent. The Ruby then punched him in the face knocking him out and making him fall off the ladder onto the grass. The Ruby then retreated back into the tree pulling the ladder up as well.

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“Yeah. You also can’t go around attacking people!” Steven says

“Steven, I’m not gonna attack everyone. Just People who cross me, Like Dirt Muncher.” Pink says simply

“Connie.” Steven corrects

“I know what I said.” Pink says seriously

“Okay, you two got off on the wrong foot. But I’m sure if you just sit and talk you two can become friends.” Steven says optimistically

“No. Never. To the day my light leaves me gem. To the day the last star dies. And Beyond that. No.” Pink says simply with narrowed eyes

“Okay then think about this pragmatically. Connie has a family, people who care about her, people who would worry if she suddenly vanished. So, worried they will call the police to try and find her.” Steven reasons

“Po-leze?” Pink asks with a raised eyebrow

“They are humans who enforce the law. And a big law on Earth is that you don’t hurt people. And if you break the law they’ll come after you.” Steven says in a warning like tone

“Pfffft, what do I a Diamond have to fear from some scrawny humans?” Pink says with a laugh

“Numbers.” Steven says with a smirk

“What?” Pink asks with an annoyed look

“You have 5 of those little red guys, while the police have dozens and dozens of officers.” Steven says as Pink looked slightly worried

“And you don’t have to just worry about the police. There’s also the FBI!” Steven says

“Wh-what’s the FBI?” Pink asks worried

“The super police and they have even more guys than the regular police. And they always catch people who break the law!” Steven says pointing at Pink’s nose

“What am I, supposed to do? I can’t get caught!” Pink asks

“First don’t hurt Connie…... don’t hurt anyone. Tell your guys to get out of the tree, and back to wherever they came from. And if you are doing this infiltration thing, try to just fit in. Be nice and get close to some people, and try to be low key about it.” Steven asks

“Okay then, any suggestions.” Pink asks

“Okay then first the Shirt…... what is that?” Steven asks looking at Pink’s ‘I LOVE EARTH’ Shirt

“What about it?” Pink asks

“I-It’s just too much, it’s to on the nose,” Steven says making Pink examine herself

“……. Ugh, you know what you’re right. I asked Pearl to be honest with me, she said it looks great. Of course, she did.” Pink says with a sigh as her upper body flashes pink and the shirt is changed, it now having a light pink upside-down diamond.

“Okay that’s good. I’ll walk you through the rest of it as we go on, but we gotta get some lunch.” Steven says as he starts to leave

“ALRIGHT!..... What’s Lunch?” Pink asks

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The school’s lunchroom was about what Steven expected loud, kinda cramped, and smelled funny. Still Steven walked into the main hall with a smile as he held his tray filled with what he guessed they called food here, again another thing he was expecting. He made his way down the aisle looking for a spot to sit amongst the tables. He could make out that certain cliques sticking together nerds, jocks, music, the usual. Steven found an open spot and rushed towards it, only to have another person take it immediately

“Um, hey could you scoot over a bit? I-.” Steven said before everyone at the table glared at him making him back up

“Okay, Okay. New kid, means I don’t have a table.” Steven says as he walks away, until he notices an empty table

“Alright!” Steven says going to the table, many of the kids watching and whispering as he did

Steven made his way to the empty table and sat, the lunch room getting noticeably quieter as he did. Steven even swore he heard a gasp, but didn’t pay it any mind as he sat down. He put his tray before him and took a spoonful of what he guessed was beans and prepared to eat.

“Yo.” A voice said from behind stopping Steven in his tracks

Steven turned around to see a girl his height with wild purple hair which has a baseball cap over it. She had dark skin and black eyes, she wore tattered jeans and a loose T-shirt that said RUNT on it.

“Oh Hello, there.” Steven says turning around

“I’m Amethyst.” Amethyst says not breaking eye contact with Steven

“Oh well I’m Steven, nice to meet you.” Steven says extending his hand to be shaken as everyone in the lunchroom was looking at them

“You’re in my spot.” Amethyst says

“Oh sorry.” Steven says as he scoots to the side

“This whole table is my spot.” Amethyst says seriously

“You…... have a whole table?” Steven asked curiously

“Yep, everyone knows this table belongs to me.” Amethyst says sitting beside Steven with a malicious grin

“O-Oh well I am new here.” Steven says nervously

“Yeah…. You smell new. You wanna know what happened to the last guy who tried taking my spot.” Amethyst says with a sly and evil grin

“A-um…” Steven stammered nervously

“I broke his nose. Blood splattered everywhere, I got suspended, guy didn’t come to school anymore.” Amethyst says simply playing with a plastic fork

“Oh…... well…… I guess I don’t have to worry about you doing that to me.” Steven says with a nervous smile

“And what’s stopping me from clocking you right now?” Amethyst asked leaning in

“You…. Would…. Get blood all over your nice table.” Steven says with a sheepish leaning back

There was a heavy silence that filled the lunch room as Amethyst stared down Steven. A sweat drop rolled down his forehead as he locked eyes with her.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You’re alright Steve-O, call me Amy dude.” Amethyst laughs patting him on the back

“Heh, alright. That was a nice joke you pulled, that was-that was really…... terrifying.” Steven says honestly

“Heh heh, yeah, that wasn’t a joke. Ya see all those whispering faces looking at ya right now.” Amethyst says pointing out to the cafeteria and all the people who were looking at Steven and whispering

“I got a bit of a reputation and school, and the fact your sitting next to me and I didn’t sock you means ya got a reputation to.” Amethyst says smiling

“Is that a good reputation?” Steven asks

“Your gonna have to find out by yourself bro.” Amethyst says with a laugh before eating her lunch

Steven gave a confused grunt as he looked at his new ‘friend’ eat the school lunch. He looked out to the lunchroom and saw that most had returned to their own activities with only a few looking back at him. Steven shrugs and get comfortable ready to eat his lunch

“STEVEN!!” Connie yells slamming her food in front of him

“CONNIE!!” Steven says happily

“Amethyst!” Amethyst says raising her spoon for a second but going back to eating

“So, who’s your new friend?” Connie asks

“Oh, this is Amethyst…... Oh right! Amethyst you’re not gonna punch Connie, right?” Steven asks

“Don’t care, eating.” Amethyst says between chews

“Wait was he gonna punch me?” Connie asks

“Well she said she isn’t.” Steven says

Connie was confused but sat across from Steven, trusting the boy. He had a genuineness to him that Connie found friendly and comforting. He meant what he said and what he said was nice.

“Steven there’s something I wanna talk about.” Connie says

“Oh, I do to.” Steven says smiling

“Oh, you do? Then please go first.” Connie says politely

“Well where are you from?” Steven asks

“Wh-what?” Connie asked surprised

“Where are you from? Now is a good time to get to know each other, I wanna know more about you.” Steven asks with a smile

Connie stares at Steven once again surprised by the genuine niceness coming from him. She takes a moment to compose herself and then answers.

“Well I am new to town, my family had to move here cause my dad’s a private security guard and my Mom’s a Medical scientist.” Connie says

“Cool I’m new in town to and my mom is also a scientist.” Steven says enthusiastically

“Well ain’t that convenient?” Amethyst says between chews

“What about you Amethyst you new too?” Steven asks

“Nope lived here all my life. As much as I would like to be a part of this exchange, I am super hungry.” Amethyst says still chewing

Steven shrugs and continues

“Did you have friends in your old town?” Steven asks

“N-no, we move around a lot. I don’t really…. Get the chance to.” Connie says sheepishly

“Oh, will you be moving again soon?” Steven asks a little disappointed

“I don’t think so, the place my mom is working really wanted her so she says this could be permanent residence.” Connie says

“THAT’S GREAT!!” Steven says happily nearly coming out of his seat

Connie yelped at his enthusiasm but smiled still happy that he was happy.

“What do you like to do, aside from reading Alien book?” Steven asks eagerly

“Oh well I also like reading Unfamiliar Familiar, I play tennis, I like watching Under the Knife.” Connie listed

“YOU LIKE UNDER THE KNIFE TO?! HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWEST THE EPISODE WHEN THEY HAD TO GET THE DIAMOND…!!” Steven said excitedly

“OUT OF HIS BRAIN YEAH!!” Connie replied happily and the two started to laugh

Amethyst continued to eat but smirked at the two

“Aren’t you two a cute couple.” Amethyst says smirking

“AH-WHA-?! A co-couple, w-w-we just met we can’t…...” Steven stammered as Connie blushed

“……. Oh, Steven that reminds me, I wanted to talk to you about-.” Connie says wanting to change the subject

“Oh my god! Check out the freakshow.” Amethyst says laughing looking away from the table

Steven didn’t need to look up to know what Amethyst was talking about, but did anyway just to be sure. And as he predicted at the end of the aisle stood Pink holding a tray of food looking at it confused. None the less she took a deep breath and made her way down the aisle head held high trying to give off an air of superiority. Most of the students either gave her a passing glance or ignored her. Pink then made her way to the end of a table to a girl eating her meal, until she noticed Pink.

“I eat food! Just like you!” Pink says smiling holding out her tray

The girl gave her a look before scooting away from Pink. Pink gave a small frown, but continued on her way. She then stopped at a boy who was eating.

“I HAVE A STOMACH!!!” Pink yells in a shrill voice with wide eyes and a manic grin. The boy gagging on his food from the surprise

Pink clicked her tongue before locking eyes with Steven a smile growing on her face. She quickly made her way to Steven’s table sitting across from him, shoving Connie a bit with no regard getting an annoyed grunt.

“Hello Steven.” Pink says happily

“Hi Pink.” Steven says equally happy

“Hello Squealing Flesh bag.” Pink says with a sly grin and condescension in her voice, making Connie growl

“Hello Space-Girl.” Connie says back making Pink’s eye twitch

“And Hello…… you.” Pink says confused looking at the eating Amethyst

“Yeah, good old…... you……. Yoooooou~” Pink says as if she was buying time to think of something

“She wasn’t in our class; you haven’t met her. This is Amethyst.” Steven says

“Oh, thank the stars!” Pink says relieved

“Sup, your hair looks funny.” Amethyst says

“S-so does yours…... also, you look kinda familiar.” Pink says looking at Amethyst with narrow eyes

“What she looks like your BFF, back on your home planet?” Connie says with a smirk

Pink grinds her teeth a bit with a strained laugh

“Well, despite your RUDENESS! I am so happy to join my fellow humans to be in this smelly hall to enjoy…… this?” Pink says looking at her tray of food the smell making her nose twinge

“Those are beans, this is lunch time where humans eat food…... which I think this is.” Connie says unsure looking it

“I KNOW WHAT FOOD IS MAYWEATHER!!” Pink yells annoyed

“Maheswaran.” Connie says

“Whatever. I know that organics, WHICH I AM! Need a constant intake of substances in order to keep functioning, WHICH I ALSO DO! And I have partaken in many delicacies.” Pink says proudly

“Nobody talks like that.” Connie says

“Oh, you’ve eaten stuff before.” Steven asks smiling

“Totally and this just happens to be my favorite flavor, FREE!” Pink says taking the spoon and digging in to the food with a joyous expression

Pink took a spoonful of the beans and shoved it into her mouth without care. She chewed on them letting out a simple grunt as she did.

“Hm, not to bad…... Little rough…… and there’s a bit of a funny afterta-AAAAAAGRRH!!!” Pink starts calmly but then lets a pained scream her eyes nearly bulging out of her skull.

Connie and Steven looked on surprised leaning back bit as Pink slammed her head onto the table and fell backwards under it. The two humans looked at each other concerned as Pink pulled herself panting some of the beans still on her mouth.

“Wha-H-How can you put that in your bodies?!” Pink yells horrified

“Eh you get used to it.” Amethyst says taking another spoonful as she chewed her body jerked a bit for a second as if she was just poisoned before going back to Normal and taking another spoonful.

Steven and Connie looked at Amethyst concerned and then to their trays. Both kids share a look before pushing their trays away.

“You know she’s an alien, right?” Connie asks Amethyst leaning over

“So am I, my family from Chihuahua.” Amethyst says simply

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER! I am a completely Normal human being like you with your flesh, various bodily juices and odors, and…… other stuff.” Pink says trying to be convincing

“You talk funny.” Amethyst says

“You know, you’re actually making consider that while there is life out there it’s not intelligent.” Connie says bored looking at Pink

“You know, I’m actually impressed you can keep your head up with that Massive Visor you have. Seriously it takes up ¾ of your face.” Pink says with narrowed eyes

“These are prescription and to help me see.” Connie says offended

“You need help to see? What are you defective?” Pink asks confused

“WHAT?!” Connie yells angered by what Pink said

“PINK?!” Steven says equally shocked

“WHAT?!” Pink says not understanding why she was being yelled at

BRING-BRING-BRING

The groups attention was brought to Amethyst who reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. I was old and pretty beaten up looking, the screen cracked, wires sticking out, and there even being tape on it.

“Ah this stupid thing.” Amethyst says shaking the phone

“Someone calling you?” Steven asks as Pink and Connie continue to stare each other down

“Probably not, this thing has been busted for months. I’d cover your ears if I were you, this things speaker is busted and it does this really annoying-.” Amethyst starts but stop once it lets out a horrible high-pitched sound

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Steven and Connie immediately covered their ears with a hiss as Amethyst shook her broken phone and slammed it on the table to stop.

“Wow, that is annoying! You ever hear anything like that before-?” Steven went to ask Pink but stopped as he looked at her

“Ah, AH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHGRRRHHHAAGRH!!” Pink yells as she holds her eyes her eyes going wide and apart

Steven, Connie, and Amethyst watched as Pink screamed holding her head and flailing in the seat kicking her legs. Steven got up from his seat worried for his friend as she fell back once again. Suddenly there was a massive pink flash followed by the sound of a CRACK. Worried Steven peered over the table slowly, followed by Connie and Amethyst. The all looked on shocked as Pink laid on the ground spread eagle breathing heavily. Though what drew their eyes was the massive what they can only describe as a crack going across her face pink light glowing from it. He chest rose and fell quickly as her left eye was milky white, looking like she was in a lot of pain.

“Dude, gnarly.” Amethyst says surprised

“OH MY GOSH, PINK!!” Steven yells terrified

“OH MY GOSH EVERYONE LOOK!!” Connie yells joyously

This got everyone’s attention as they looked to the table the three were at. Steven looked on in a panic knowing how bad this situation, Pink was going to get outed and who knows what would happen to her.

“I told you she wasn’t human! Just look at this, that is not Normal!” Connie says pointing over the table as everyone approached

Steven’s breath quickened as the people got closer and his mind raced a mile and second. He couldn’t think of a way out.

“PINK, YO-!” Steven said looking over the table back at Pink only to find nothing, he looked up just in time to see the doors swing open after Pink ran through them. Everyone came just in time to see the same nothing Steven saw not noticing the doors

“You’re Crazy.” A student says as Connie gave an annoyed look

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A few minutes later Steven left the lunchroom with an excuse to use the bathroom, though he was now scouring the halls for his new friend.

“Oh, I hope Pink is okay, she looked really hurt.” Steven says

As he walked down the hall, he passed the janitors closet and a Pink hand shot out and grabbed him pulling him in with a yelp.

“Pink can you not yank so hard, it feels like your gonna pull my arm out of it’s so-OH MY GOODNESS YOUR FACE!!” Steven yelled terrified looking at Pink’s face

The Diamond’s face looked like a rock that was splitting open, she was sweating intensely looking like she was dying. Her left eye looking like a TV screen on the fritz as her pupil shook and crackled.

“St-Steeeven.” Pink groaned like an undead

“PINK WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! ARE YOU DYING?!” Steven yelled in panic looking at his friend

“S-sound from th-the purple girl’s device. It’s dis-dis-disrupted my f-f-form.” Pink says holding her head as the crack got bigger

“OH MY GOSH-OH MY GOSH!! Y-YOU NEED HELP!! YOU NEED A DOCTOR!! I’LL BRING YOU TO THE NURSES OFFICE!!” Steven says trying to pull Pink

“N-No! C-c-can’t be exposed. N-n-n-need you to h-h-help Spinel!” Pink stammers

“Spinel?” Steven asks

“HELLO!!” Spinel yells happily her head popping up behind Pink

As expected, Steven jumped back and screamed his back hitting the door. As he did Pink’s backpack unfurled revealing Spinel in full as she vaulted over Pink and landed before Steven as Joyous as ever.

“Your backpack can talk!?” Steven yelps

“I’m Spinel. Pink’s Bestest Best Friend, EVER!!” Spinel says with a happy pose

“Um, I’m Steven. Human and Pink’s…... friend.” Steven says

“Pink told me about you, it’ll be so cool to have two friends now! The others don’t like the games I do and I when I asked Sapphire to play hide and seek, she froze my feet to the ground. A cunning strategy.” Spinel says

“So, you were disguised as Pink’s backpack?” Steven asks

“Yep it was Pink’s idea. She saw that all you little humans had those back thingies so she figured it would be a good idea to have one of her own. And Pearl thought it would be a good idea to have me around.” Spinel says

“You were really quiet.” Steven says surprised

“Oh, it’s Pink’s favorite game ‘The Quiet Game’. I don’t make a sound until she says I can and then I win! And I always win.” Spinel says

“The-Quiet Game.” Steven says surprised

“Yeah, it was something the other Diamonds played with her a lot and now we play it together.” Spinel says

“Uhuh.” Steven says with narrowed eyes

“H-head hurting, help me.” Pink slurs trying to get their attention

The two turned to face Pink who was leaning against the wall. Steven looked on worried as Spinel happily jumped over to Pink.

“S-spinel, my head it’s, it’s-.” Pink says gesturing her head

“It’s Grotesque.” Spinel says

“Yes, help me put myself back together.” Pink asks

“Okie Dokie!” Spinel says with a salute

As soon as she did Spinel stretched out her arm wrapping it around Pink’s forehead 4 times. Spinel then reached out for Steven who looked on surprised.

“Shake my hand, new best friend!” Spinel says wiggling her fingers

Steven hesitates but grabs onto Spinel’s hands giving it a decent squeeze. Her hand felt like squeezing taffy squishy with some firmness.

“Now Pull.” Spinel says as she pulls on her arm with Steven doing the same

The two pulled putting Pink’s head in a vice, the monarch helping by using her hands to push the crack close. With enough effort the crack was closed, Pink then began to grunt and strain as the scar began to vanish is a Pink flash. Pink let out a gasp as it was finally sealed, Pink giving her head a few whacks so her eye became normal.

“Ah, well done the both of you.” Pink says relieved touching her complete face

“That’s what friends are for.” Spinel says giving the thumbs up

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Steven says

“Indeed, I’m gonna have to dispose of that weapon the purple girl has.” Pink says

“Her name is Amethyst and it’s not a weapon, it’s a phone.” Steven says

“Yeah whatever, Spinel let’s go.” Pink says pointing to her back

“Pink I’m glad you’re okay, but we need to talk about Connie.” Steven says

“What? Is she annoying you? You reconsidering my idea?” Pink asks

“No, about what you said to her earlier. That was very mean and you clearly offended her.” Steven says

“What about being defective? If she needs those things to see, she clearly is. I mean you don’t need help seeing and I haven’t seen any other human needing help.” Pink says

“There are plenty of people who wear glasses, they can’t help it sometimes they were just born like that. You need to apologize to Connie.” Steven says

“WHAT?! I am not apologizing to that mouthy little clod! Why should I care if I hurt her feelings?” Pink says defiant

“Pink, what you did affected her even if you didn’t mean it. An apology is the least you can do, I mean how would you feel if someone called you defective?” Steven asks as Pink visibly flinches her eyes widening Spinel looking worried

“Don’t you think it’s wrong for someone to be made fun of just because they’re different?” Steven asks as Pink’s fists clenched and she bit her lower lip

“Pink. Buddy. I think you should say sorry.” Spinel says taking her hand with a smile

Pink looks at Spinel and then to Steven. She lets out a sigh as she unclenches her fist and slouches a bit.

“Fine I’ll…... I’ll say sorry to her.” Pink says defeated

“Thank you Pink.” Steven says happily

“YAY!! Can she be our new friend?” Spinel asks

“No! Now let’s get out of here this place smells.” Pink says as she opens the door

Later that Day

DING-DING-DING

“Okay everyone remember your homework and have a-.” Lapis says as all the kids ran out of the classroom not paying her any mind

“Eh day.” Lazuli says bored slumping in her chair

Lapis groans reaching in her desk and pulling out her phone and headphones. She scrolls through her phone and starts to put on her earbuds. Reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small container filled with gum

“Um, Ms. Lazuli.” Steven says standing in front of the desk surprising the Teacher

“Oh…… your still here?” Lazuli says very surprised

“I, um have some questions about the math we did today.” Steven says nervously

“Can’t you just look up videos online?” Lapis asks with a raised eyebrow

“I-I-I could, but I-um-I have-w-well-.” Steven says nervously as he plays with his fingers not looking at Lapis

Lapis’s face soften as she saw that Steven looked visibly nervous and upset biting his lower lip. Lapis let out a sigh as she sat up on her chair.

“Okay, Okay kid. What are you having trouble with?” Lapis asks

“………. IMSORRYIDONTUNDERSTANDALLTHISSTUFF! ITRIEDTOLISTENBUTYOUWEREGOING REALLY FASTANDITHINKIMISSEDSOMESTUFF! PLEASEDONTTHINKIMSTUPID!!” Steven says in a hurry as he holds out the paper

“Whoa there! You’re not stupid.” Lapis says trying to calm him down

“W-why is math so hard! I always have trouble with it! It’s the first day and I’m already flunking.” Steven says upset looking down at the ground

“Listen…... Steven, I’m gonna let you in on a secret. Math SUCKS! It’s needlessly complicated beyond the basics and most of this stuff has no function in the outside world. The only thing it’s good for is confusing and upsetting kids like you.” Lapis says leaning forward making Steven look up

“Trust me, you probably aren’t the only one feeling like this right now, I bet you at least ¾ of the class are as just as confused as you are. But the difference between them is that you had the courage to come to me and ask for help.” Lapis tries to reassure him

“Really?” Steven says with some hope in his eyes

“Yeah really! Now tell me exactly where I lost ya before I’ll talk slower this time. Do you have anywhere to be? Are your parents coming to pick you up?” Lapis asks

“No, I’m walking home. And my dad won’t be back till 4.” Steven says sitting beside her and putting the paper on the desk

“Well that’s more than enough time. Trust me, this is a lot easier than it looks.” Lapis says

“Thank you so much for taking the time to help me.” Steven says

“Hey I’m a teacher it’s……. heh-what I’m here for.” Lapis says with a small laugh realizing what she just said

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As children flooded out of the school in a happy rush, Connie slowly plodded her way down the stairs grumbling to herself. She was conflicted, on one hand she befriended Steven and was happy to do so, the boy was very friendly and his optimism was infectious she couldn’t help but smile when around him. On the other hand, she just met an alien and yet nobody could see that or believed her, not only that the alien was rude calling her names defective being something that hurt her to her core. She’s been made fun of her glasses before on multiple occasions but defective was a new and very hurtful one for her. She fumed and growled thinking about it until a voice from behind got her attention.

“Hey.” Pink says from behind

Connie kept walking

“Hey!” Pink says again

Connie walked faster

“HEY!” Pink yells

Connie walked faster

“HEY!!” Pink yells louder

Connie was almost on her way to a full sprint

“HEY MALIWAN!!!” Pink says

“It’s Maheswaran, you hibiscus looking jerk!” Connie yells turning around angrily

“Whatever. I have something to say to you.” Pink says waving her off

“Well ‘Whatever’ it is I don’t want to hear it. So why don’t you jump in your space ship and…...” Connie yells turning around

“I’m sorry.” Pink says gently

“…… What?” Connie says turning back around

“What I said was during Lee-unch inconsiderate and ignorant and I am sorry.” Pink says getting Connie’s full attention

“I am a totally normal flesh human and I should know that…... I should know that you shouldn’t make fun of people just cause they’re different. It hurts, it hurts bad, feeling like you don’t belong. Nobody deserves to feel like that……. S-So I swear on my Human life that I will never again intentionally or unintentionally take your physical differences and make them the object of ridicule. So…...there.” Pink says standing up straight Connie looking at her surprised

“……D-do people make fun of you?” Connie asks curiously

“WH-WHAT?! NO! I’M FINE! I’M PERFECT, BY HUMAN STANDARDS! TOTALLY NORMAL AND FITTING THE MOLD!! YEP I CAME OUT RIGHT!! AND PEOPLE LOVE ME, AND TOTALLY DON’T TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” Pink says in a panic laughing hysterically

“Right…… well thank you I accept your apology.” Connie says

“Good, now get out of my way.” Pink says as she tries rushing past Connie down the street

Connie raised an eyebrow at Pink, there was something up with her. Connie knew she was alien, but her apology seemed genuine. And her reaction clearly showed that she was hiding some issues. Perhaps she was a refugee escaping an oppressive world, Connie needed to know more.

“Hey Pink wait up!” Connie yells running behind Pink

“I said sorry, what else do you want?” Pink grumbles annoyed

“Well as a normal human-.” Connie says deciding to play along

“Finally, you get it!” Pink yells exhausted

“Mhm, so you live in town?” Connie asks

“Yes.” Pink says as she keeps moving

“Where?” Connie asks

“None of your business.” Pink replies

“Got any friends?” Connie asks

“Steven…... and many others you don’t know about.” Pink replies

“Got a family?” Connie asks

“Nnnnnnn-yyyyyyessss?” Pink says unsure

“Mother, Father, grandparents, siblings?” Connie asks

“Yeah, yeah sure got all that stuff.” Pink says

“Are your parents employed?” Connie asks

“Yeah totally.” Pink says

“What do they do?” Connie asks

“You ask a lot of questions; you think your entitled to answers.” Pink says annoyed

“Hey, I’m just curious. I mean my mom’s a medical scientist and my dad is a cop.” Connie says

“A…... cop…... police?” Pink says stopping in her track’s eyes widening

“Well he’s not actually a cop, I just kinda say that. He’s more like a private security guard.” Connie says not paying attention to Pink’s reaction

“As in the police with dozens and dozens of soldiers who look into strange happenings?! And if they are really bad call the FBI who have even greater numbers and always capture the things they’re looking for!?” Pink says in a small panic

“Well I think this town has like maybe a dozen or so police tops and they can only call the FBI if-HEY!” Connie starts but stops upon noticing Pink in full sprint down the street running from her

Connie immediately takes off after Pink, but just as she left Steven exited the school with Ms. Lazuli by his side.

“Wow it really was that easy.” Steven says amazed

“Yeah books make it look a lot harder than it actually is. But you gotta keep practicing with it that’s the trick.” Ms. Lazuli says

“Will do Ms. Lazuli.” Steven says happily

“Hey Steven, outside of class you can call me Lapis.” Lapis says with a calm smile

“Oh-okay, Ms. Lapis, See ya tomorrow.” Steven says smiling as he leaves the school

“Yeah and you have a…...Nice day. Heh, Nice day.” Lapis says with a laugh surprised by her own words as she re-enters the school

Pink breathed wildly as she ran down the sidewalk going past other students and their parents. A quick glance behind and she saw that Connie was chasing her, Pink let out a terrified yelp as she pushed passed a girl and ran to the crosswalk. Pink ended up stopping in the middle of the street looking for an escape route as a car screeched to a stop before her.

“HEY GET OUT OF THE ROAD!! I COULD’VE HURT YA!” The man driving the car yelled

Pink looked at the car and then ran towards it. The driver yelped as Pink jumped onto the hood of the car and onto the roof. The driver watched as Pink scanned the area seeing Connie come at her. Pink then jumped off of the roof of the car onto the hood of the car behind it. Pink then leapt from that back onto the sidewalk and continued to run.

“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING!!” Connie yelled as she chased after

“I’M NOT RUNNING!! YOUR RUNNING!! I’M JUST JOGGING, NORMAL HUMAN JOGGING!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Pink screams as she passes a trash can

Acting on instinct Pink grabbed onto the trash can and lifted it up, unaware that it was bolted to the ground. She easily pulled it out of the concrete taking some of the sidewalk with it and then threw it at Connie. Connie screams in terror as she sees the metal can flying at her, though she luckily ducks at the right time letting it fly overhead and crash into the side of a parked car. Connie looked in shock at the car before looking at Pink who ran again, taking a moment to gather herself Connie continued the chase.

Pink panted as she weaved through the people trying to get away. Connie was behind but saw that Pink was incredibly fast and didn’t seem to be slowing down. She knew she couldn’t keep up with her for long. Just then a jingle filled the air and Connie turned her head to see an Ice Cream Truck. Pink continued to run a smile coming across her face as she felt that she was getting away. Then she heard the jingle and turned her head to see the Ice Cream truck and Connie riding on the back of it.

“AYAGAH!!” Pink yells as she flails and turns a random direction down a street

But she unknowingly turned down a dead end, before her was a bar fence blocking her path. Connie had just jumped off the truck and continued to chase Pink, thinking she had Pink cornered. But Pink did not slow down as she ran full speed to the fence.

“Try catching me now idiot!” Pink yells as she jumps towards the fence

Connie watched as Pink’s body glowed lightly and started to slim. Her body was now thin enough for her body to slip through the bars. And she did…. Halfway till her gem got stuck between bars. Pink yelped as her upper half was on one side of the fence with her lower half on the other side.

“St-stupid thin bars!!” Pink yells as kicks her legs

“Wha-how did you do that? Is that a Diamond?” Connie says astonished as she looks at the trapped Pink reaching for the gemstone

“DON’T TOUCH ME!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!! I WILL BE THE RULER OF THE PITIFUL DIRTBALL!! I AM AN CONQUEROR AND DEMNAD TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT!!” Pink shrieks angrily

“…….. Did you say conqueror?” Connie asked

“……… You didn’t hear that.” Pink says realizing what just came out of her mouth

“It’s an Invasion. You’re an Invader! I knew it! You just said your here to take over the Earth! And you said it in front of every-!” Connie says ecstatic as she turns around only to see no one was there

“Oh there’s no one here.” Connie says disappointed

Just then Pink kicked Connie in the face sending the girl to the ground. Just as Connie picked herself up Pink reached for the bars and then pried them open allowing her gem to get through. Connie followed the hole being big enough for her to get through. Pink continued to run down the alley with Connie hot on her trail.

“SPINEL!! HELP ME!! WE NEED TO GET BACK TO BASE NOW!!’ Pink yells

“Gotcha buddy!” Spinel says as her arms unravel around Pink

Spinel wiggled her fingers a bit before her arms stretched out and reach to grab onto the roof of a building. Connie was surprised once again as she saw Pink’s backpack come to life, but then watched as like a slingshot Pink was shot screaming into the air. Pink soared high into the sky and flailed as bit as she started to slow down. Pink then reached into her hair and pulled out her disk once again and formed a bubble in the center. Pink grabbed onto the bubble as she rocketed towards the ground. She landed on a house yard creating a small crater before being launched into the air again with a SPROING. Pink screamed as she held onto her bouncer and spun in the air as she came back down to the earth again.

In an alley a teen with orange hair and a purple donut shirt just threw trash into a dumpster. He was about to walk away until he heard screaming. He turned around just in time to see a Pink blur crash into the dumpster with a large BOOM. The teen fell onto his rear as the wheels on the dumpster flew off and it crashed into the ground. The teen picked himself up just as a Pink fist crashed through the side of the dumpster. Another Pink hand came out and pried open a hole letting trash spill out along with a small Pink child. Pink panted and breathed hard as she stumbled out of the dumpster and leaned against the wall trying to gather her senses.

“Y-huff-You saw nothing!” Pink panted as she ran past the shocked teen

Pink ran breathlessly upon the Beach before she finally came up to the three houses collapsing on the sand.

“I-huff-I did it! I made it! AHA! Take that Con-e! Thinking you could capture a diamond!” Pink yells happily as she kneeled in the sand

“So that was a Diamond?” Connie says

“AAAAAH! How’d you get here so fast?” Pink yells scrambling to her back

“I took a shortcut. Now your gonna tell me what your plan is before I-!” Connie says threateningly pointing as Pink until Pink grabs a handful of sand and throws it at Connie’s face

As Connie yelped wiping the sand from her glasses Pink got up and ran towards the house on the right of Steven’s. She ran up the stairs and opened the front door. Pink ran inside as Connie followed and locked the door behind her.

“YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!” Connie yells slamming on the screen door

“I don’t have to do anything you say! Get lost, I win! VICTORY FOR PINK!!” Pink yells through a window as she sticks her tongue out at Connie

“WOW! That was fun!” Spinel says appearing behind Pink

“Spinel not in front of the flesh bag.” Pink says pushing Spinel back down

“You think you’ve won? That this is over? It’s far from over. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m not gonna let a jerk like you take over the world! I’ll stop whatever you have planned and then I’ll expose you to the world! AND THEN-!” Connie yells

“Hey Connie, Hey Pink!” Steven says as he makes his way up the stairs of his house

“Steven?” Connie and Pink says confused

“What are you doing here?” Steven asks looking at the two

“I-well-I…... wait a minute…. I live here.” Connie says taking a moment to look at where she was

“WHAT?!” Pink yells

“Oh really?” Steven says amazed

“Yeah I live right there.” Connie says pointing to the house on the left from Steven’s

“Wow looks like were neighbors, Hey Pink are you living in that house? When did you move in?” Steven asks

“Um-last night.” Pink says

“I moved in last night.” Connie says shocked

“Ain’t that a coincidence, me to. Must’ve been asleep when you both came in. Wow all of us living so close together. It’s almost like, Fate or something, though my mom doesn’t believe in fate.” Steven says as the two girls were in shock of their current situation

“Well I’d love to chat, but I got some math exercises to do. We all should totally hang out together, see you guys later.” Steven says smiling as he walks inside his home

“I-we’re-same class-how……. I’m going to lay down.” Connie says defeated as she walks down the stairs of Pink’s home onto the Beach and to her own

“Y-yeah you better run! That’s right retreat for you are no match against my might!” Pink yells pushing her face against the glass as Connie walked

“Shut up.” Connie says exhausted

“YOU SHUT UP!!” Pink yells back angrily

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“Hey Mom, it’s me Steven. I know your busy, so I’m sending this to let you know how I’m doing. My first day was…… interesting. I made three whole friends today, on the first day. They are a little weird, but I can tell they’re good at heart. There’s this girl named Amethyst who is super tough, but is kinda chill about…. Everything. And there’s Connie’s she’s really smart and is into Aliens and ghosts and stuff, I think you’d like her if you meet her. And finally, Pink, probably the weirdest and also my first new friend. She…... thinks highly of herself and has really, really…… really big dreams. I think she might be a little insecure and is trying to overcompensate, but I didn’t ask and even if I did, I don’t think she would answer. She tries to act mean, but is kinda goofy and she’s like if I was trying to act like an adult. Also, I don’t know why but…... she kinda reminds me of you, it’s just a weird feeling ya know. But she is like Super new to everything, so I’m gonna try to do my best to show her around. She and Connie got odd on the wrong foot, but I think if they sit down and talk, they could be friends. Anyway, you probably got super cool science stuff to do, I hope we can see each other again soon. I love you mom.” Steven says into a phone before hanging up and petting his cat

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“Connie’s Log #1, I have started to record these logs because I am on a mission. I have discovered and alien is living in my town and plans to try to take over the world. I will keep notes on everything I learn about this creature and my attempts to stop its conquest. It calls itself Pink and has the ability to shapeshift taking on a human…...esque appearance and can alter its body in many ways. She is incredibly strong and fast, seemingly having limitless stamina, she is my physical superior in every way. However, her intelligence seems to be somewhat lacking, that will be my way to victory. I will continue to update the more I learn……. also, as a reminder ask Mom if it would be possible to explore more of the town on the weekend, it could be a chance to hang out with Steven a little more. Okay end of log.” Connie speaks into a tape recorder before shutting it off and focusing on her work.

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“Earth Conquest log Day 1, my infiltration of Earth went of perfectly as expected. No one suspects my true origins…... except for Connie, but she’s dumb…… And Steven, but he’s a minion. Oh yeah, I also successfully coaxed a human onto my side, first try and success. He will be instrumental in my understanding of human society in order to better disguise myself, plus he’s like Super nice. Anyway, once I am fully integrated into human society, I will begin my conquest of the miserable dirtball!” Pink say into a small device as she sits on a throne

“Wow, how are we gonna do that?” Spinel says peaking from behind the Pink throne

“Oh-well-I d-don’t know. But I’ll think of something, one step at a time!” Pink says

“My Diamond, if you want, I have some suggestions.” Peridot says standing beneath her

“Peridot if I want your suggestions I’ll ask. Just focus on getting us this Wi-Fi and Cable, humans can’t seem to live without it and we must know what secrets it has. None of these flesh bags will know what hit them, soon all will bow before PINK DIAMOND AND HER COURT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Pink started to laugh maniacally

“My Diamond we have returned and we have brought you an Earth Device.” The commander Ruby said as she held up a ladder

“Watch your step.” Sapphire says walking past

Before Ruby could question why she said that Ruby foot got caught in a wire and she fell forward extending the ladder. As Pink leaned over her throne to see what was going on the top of the ladder hit her head and she fell off the throne onto the ground. The rubies came in and started to check on Pink as Pearl walked by into a dark section of the room. She pulled out the glowing device once she was sure she was hidden and activated.

“I require an update Pearl, how is Pink doing?” Yellow says appearing on the screen

“Pink is in good spirits; recent developments have really livened her mood.” Pearl says

“What developments?” Yellow asks with a raised eyebrow

“Well Pink found a planet and…...” Pearl started but stopped when she heard Pink

“Of course, I’m fine, don’t worry your little red head. Just today I crashed into a weird smelling receptacle after being chased by a human. Not only that they had some strange noise weapon that nearly exposed me, but I was able to get away.” Pink says

“You’ve must’ve been terrified my diamond.” The leg ruby says

“TERRIFIED, HA!! That was the most excitement I’ve had in the last 57 cycles, today was awesome. I can’t wait for tomorrow!” Pink says happily a huge smile on her face which Pearl saw and felt her eyes sparkling for a moment

“PEARL!! What developments, you said something about a planet?” Yellow asks annoyed

“Oh well the planet…… we full of the air spouts that launched Pink into the air she had fun jumping in them. She wasn’t hurt.” Pearl says screaming internally as she realized she was lying to a Diamond

“And is the planet suitable for colonization?” Yellow asks

“No, my Diamond.” Pearl lies again internally banging her head against the wall

“Well as long as Pink isn’t bored, good job Pearl keep her happy and keep us updated.” Yellow says as the device shut off

Pearl leaned against the wall and slid down with a groan hiding the device as her mind ran with what she had just done. It was in the spur of the moment. She didn’t know why she did it.\

“Keep her happy.” Pearl groans curling up

“Pearl what are you doing down there.” Pink says finding Pearl

“Oh-I was-um-.” Pearl stammers

“Whatever come on I got a story to tell about this Earth School.” Pink says as she gently picks up the surprised Pearl and carries her to the others

“Now check this out, these humans have to learn how to do math not only that it’s like level 1. It’s freaking hilarious!” Pink says as she sits Pearl next to Spinel and sits on the ground

“Um, my Diamond. Don’t you want to be up there?” Pearl says pointing to her throne

“Wha, nah! It’s cool here, besides I wanna see you guys reactions to what I got. And it’s just us here, no need to be formal.” Pink says

“B-but you’re a Diamond and were your court and-.” Pearl says panicked

“Pearl my court is like 9 gems, not a thousand. It’s not like Yellow and Blue are gonna shatter you for not bowing they’re not here. It’s just gonna be us for a while and we might as well get comfy as we take over this world.” Pink says relaxed as Pearl looked at her wide eyed

“But I am still your Diamond, so not to relaxed okay.” Pink says sitting up with a rather goofy grin

“Yes, My Diamond.” Pearl says with a calm smile giggling a little

“Heh, you have a cute giggle.” Pink says

“And you have a radiant smile my Diamond. I think you’re going to be a great ruler someday.” Pearl says smiling

“O-oh wow…... thank you Pearl.” Pink says genuinely happy

“Hey I wanna ask what’re we supposed to do with this?” Sapphire asks pointing to the ladder

“Study it of course, based on earlier it’s obviously some kind of weapon.” Pink says as Pearl’s mind wanders off

“Keep her happy, I’ll keep her happy.” Pearl thinks happily as Pink goes off on the ladder

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(Invader Pink Opening-Invader Zim theme song)

A massive group of gems stands before a stage and the flag of the Diamond authority before saluting.

Pink jumps onto the stage presenting herself with a huge smile before the gems, just as three massive shadows loom over her.

Pink looks up at the shadows of Yellow, Blue, and White who looks at her curiously as Pink gives them a smile Spinel popping up behind and waving

Yellow and Blue look at each other worried as White smiles reaching down and picking up Pink dropping her onto her leg ship.

Pink falls into the ship and it takes off sprinting before leaping into the air and vanishing with a twinkle, the ship then quickly appears over Earth.

From the ship a pink object is shot out towards the planet, the object crashes on a beach and from the Crater Pink shadow emerges with an evil grin with other shadows backing her as crystals and wires emerge from the ground

Connie is shown in front of a computer screen her glasses illuminated in the dark as she types away numbers, codes, and images flashing on the screen.

A red fist comes crashing through the screen as Ruby pries it open and runs out with a battle cry the other ruby following

Amethyst is shown playing a video game with a headset as the screen splits and show Sapphire also playing the game. Scowls at the screen before touching it and incasing it in ice

Spinel is then shown frantically running towards the screen with a smile on her face before smashing into it causing it to shatter.

Finally, Steven is shown on a table kicking his legs casually as Pearl scans him with a device and Peridot looks at screens showing his body and vitals.

A ruined Beach City is shown with fire spreading and crystals coming out of the ground as thousands of people start to kneel and bow their heads. They are shown to be bowing to Pink’s Leg ship which stands proudly on the Beach, panning up to show Pink on top laughing manically over her Colony with Steven by her side.

Pan out to show that this was all in Pink’s head as she is standing in the playground in her human disguise. Steven is shaking Pink’s shoulder trying to get her out of her fantasy, but finally jumps out of the way as a dodge-ball comes flying. It hits Pink square in face making her flip and land on her face with an annoyed groan

INVADER PINK

#steven universe #pink diamond #connie maheswaran #su au #steven universe au #invader zim #invader zim enter the florpus #invader zim au #fanfiction #crossover

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peaky-shelby · 5 years

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When he sees me [5]

Pairing: Chris Evans x oc

Summary: Delilah is a simple shy girl. What will happen when famous actor, Chris Evans sees her? Will she hide, will she run again? Will he make her come out of hiding instead?

Episode 5: The one with That day

Read: prologue, episode 1, episode 2 , episode 3 episode 4

Words: 2.344

Based on When he sees me by Sara Bereilles

Warnings: awkwardness, mentions of anxiety and a fight

Author’s note: sorry for the delay, from now on updates will come every Friday!! luv ya xx

8:00 AM

“AH!”

Delilah’s heart dropped out of her chest when she saw Sebastian coming out of her bathroom. His hair were messy and of course he was naked from the waist up, looking like a complete god. “What are you doing here at eight in the morning?” she hissed at him, hitting him in the shoulder for scaring her like that. “I could have been naked! wait- have you been here all night?”

“Good morning to you too shorty!” he replied, giving her a smile. Delilah hit him again, this time the punch was harder and Sebastian stepped back out of instinct “Ouch!” he rubbed his arm and frowned his eyes “jeez, you’re dangerous in the morning- have you talked to chris about that?” Sebastian walked to the kitchen before she could hit him again, laughing at his own joke, because he is a dork.

“wait-” Delilah rushed behind him “if you were here all night... did you-”

“yeah we did. We were spying on you two from Laura’s window, you can’t imagine the way she screamed when she saw you kissing-” Sebastian started making coffee, totally ignoring Delilah’s little cries for help. That kiss was already bad enough but to have Laura see it, that was way worse.

“Well you should tell her that it meant nothing”

“You can tell her that when she wakes up but I doubt she’ll believe you. Coffee?”

“why wouldn’t she believe me?” she questioned sitting down on the kitchen table and nodded about the coffee. Sebastian left her the cup on the table, smiling.

“Because I don’t even believe you, because you are lying.” Finally he took a seat next to her and a sip from his coffee. He looked so comfortable around the house, moving like it was his own apartment. “Chris is a nice guy, you shouldn’t run away. Not this time.”

“How do you know about my running away history?”

Sebastian tilted his head and smirked like the answer was obvious and then it clicked for Delilah too. Laura.

“look” he cleared his throat and leaned closer to her “You don’t have to talk to me, you barely know me but I know chris, he wouldn’t have kissed you on the first date if it meant nothing. He never does that. Don’t run way and If you don’t do it for yourself, do it for him. He looks tough but he is not all that tough.”

“I-” Delilah bowed her head, her thoughts felt too heavy “don’t you and Laura have better things to talk about?”

Sebastian chuckled and at that moment Laura came in dressed in his long black shirt, her black hair up on a bun, she slid her hands down his chest and leaned down to kiss his cheek “Morning” she sang in his ears. Sebastian’s face lit up the second he sensed her standing behind him.

“Good morning doll. I made coffee”

“You’re an angel.” Laura raised her head to look at her friend and gave her a quick kiss “good morning D” she poured herself some coffee and took a seat across from Sebastian “Did Chris call yet?”

“Laura its eight thirty in the morning , what do you think?” question Delilah.

“He’s probably gonna call later, we got press today. Which reminds me I’m gonna need my shirt” he pointed at Laura smiling but she pouted “Oh come on doll, you can come with me, it will be really boring-”

“I can’t I have rehearsals today, all day.” She reached to hold his hand and winked “But Lilah could come with you”

Delilah chocked on her coffee as a response to her friend’s suggestion.

“Sure! I bet Chris would love to see you-”

“I can’t! I have to go to the coffee shop-”

“But you have the night shift today” reminded Laura

“Actually Zac called me, he is sick and he asked if I could fill in for him”

“You mean he texted on the group chat if anyone could help and you said yes because it was an excuse not to deal with Chris Today.”

Delilah took a sip from her coffee, looking at her friend like an innocent kid.

“Unbelievable”

Sebastian could only laugh and shake his head. “wow”

1:00 PM

“D, your phone is ringing!” Called Paul as Delilah entered the kitchen. She walked over to him wiping her hands on her apron. “Is it Laura?”

“No, it says Evans”

Delilah stopped on her tracks and her entire body turned white, matching the walls of the kitchen. Should I answer? No? Maybe? fuck.

“D?” Paul asked, worried by the way she looked “D?” He asked again, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. Delilah looked up at him and grabbed her phone, very quickly shutting it off.

“No talking when we are working.” she explained, she was mostly trying to convince her self that what she did was right. She turned around, picking up a tray and walking back out the tables. She was replacing her thoughts about Chris with orders.

2:00 PM

“how much time do we have left?” Asked chris, sinking back at his chair. This was the worst Part about being a Hollywood actor, press could get very exhausting, you would sit in a room for hours answering the same questions, to different people and most time the chairs were so uncomfortable.

“A little more Buddy!” Sebastian gave his friend a light pat on the knee. “You ok?”

Chris opened his right eyes just a little to look at sebastian “you said she’s working, right?”

“oh god” he laughed

“What?” Chris at up straight opening his eyes completely “I’m just asking”

“Yeah I know You’ve asked about twenty times”

Chris groaned and sank back at his chair again. He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to calm his mind “I’m an idiot- I shouldn’t have kissed her, It was just the perfect moment and her eyes looked so pretty, her lips- I couldn’t help myself.”

“Dude calm down!”

“I really like her, she’s feisty but cute at the same time, she’s got this mystery about her...”

“Of course there’s a mystery. She’s a writer, mystery is what they do best.” Sebastian sighed “Look, you can drop by the house tonight with me, I was gonna go anyway”

Chris thought about it. he leaned back, looking at the ceiling, all he could think about was her and her smile. Her lips, her taste, her smell. He had to see her again.

7:00 PM

“Ms. Green, I promise I’m fine, I don’t have to go home yet-”

“Delilah you’ve been here since nine thirty, its time to go home.”

“Why can’t you be like the other bosses who force you to stay all day instead of kicking you out.”

Ms. Green laughed, the wrinkles in her face getting more visible by the way she smiled. She was a very kind woman, with lots of stories to tell and the owner of the coffee shop “Sweetheart, what ever it is you should go home and deal with it, overworking yourself will not solve the problem.”

“How do you always see right through me?”

“Go Delilah.”

8:00 PM

When she opened the door she didn’t think she would have to deal with her problem, she didn’t think that he would be sitting on the couch drinking tea and laughing but there he was on her couch, talking and laughing. The keys dropped off her hands, landing on the floor and earning everyone’s attention. Laura was the first one to sit up, ready to run in case Delilah was going to attack her. Sebastian tried to hide in between the pillows of the couch, pretending like he was innocent and Chris smiled, that boyish smile with that adorable charm.

“Hi.” he whispered in her direction.

Delilah knelt down to pick up her keys, not taking her eyes off chris while doing so. She tried her hardest to fake a smile and look comfortable in this situation but in reality she was freaking out. Every bone in her body was telling her to run and the voices in her head grew louder and louder, drowning her in doubts amd fears.

“I didn’t know you’d be here” she gulped.

“Oh yeah, it was a last minute call, Laura offered to cook and I was exhausted by the press and I thought I’d stay and surprise you”

“Well I’m surprised” She answered in a high pitched voice “I love Surprises- But I actually have to go out again-”

“Delilah!” Warned Laura, making her way towards her. Delilah shot her a killing look in response, warning her to back off and then looked back at chris with a sympathetic smile. “My friend Zac he is really sick and he asked If I could go watch after him, I can’t say no-”

“Yes you can Delilah, You are not his nurse!”

While Laura and Delilah were arguing, Chris bowed down his head, looking at his hands. He was feeling like an idiot, he scoffed at himself as he got the message, she didn’t want him here, she didn’t wanna see him and she didn’t answer the phone because, she didn’t wanna talk to me. He stood up hiding his hands in his pockets, the two friends stopped arguing when they sensed his tall figure getting up and looked at him. “I’ve left didger alone at home, maybe I should go too-”

“No!” Laura replied quickly “neither of you has to go! I cooked! I never cook! So you will both stay here and appreciate the food that I made you!”

Chris wanted to be kind to Laura and stay but looking at Delilah, god she was so easy for him to read. He could see her trying to hide behind that wall that she was always carried around, behind that smile but he saw it in her eyes, that hurt and pain, that fear. He wasn’t going to push her anymore than he already had and maybe she would eventually come to him instead.

“Lar I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you I promise.” He stepped closer to Laura and kissed her forehead and then smiled at Delilah, he was trying to let her know that it was ok but he doubted she’d listen to his voice among all the voices in her head. He turned to the door to leave when he heard his name.

“Chris, wait-” She walked to him and gave him a sad smile “walk with me?”

He hesitated at first but nodded “sure”.

Neither of them said anything until the came out of the building

“chris-”“Delialh-” they both laughed awkwardly and motioned for the other to go on.

“You go first”

“No you, insist” he smiled

Delilah took a second to gather her thoughts and remember all the things he wanted to say. She was never good at this things, being open about her feelings, talking about her fears. “I..” She scoffed at her inability to speak “I’m sorry-”

“No you did nothing wrong.. You don’t have to apologize-”

“But I do, because I’m about to use the most cliche line in the book” she stopped walking, he turned around to her, looking at her with those magic puppy eyes “Ok here it comes... It’s not you It’s me”

Chris really tried to hold himself from laughing but failed miserably. The laugh escaped his lips as easy as he breathes, it was shirt but loud. Delilah nodded in understanding, she deserved that laugh. “chris..”

“No I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but you really used the most cliche line in the book... problem is you are wrong.”

“I’m wrong?”

“Its not me but it’s not you either, its the noise... only noise.”

Delilah bit her lip and this time it was her turn to scoff. god it was so annoying how everyone talked about that noise, how everyone acted like they had her sort out. “you don’t know me Chris, and you definitely don’t know the noise in my head”

“D-” “No! Stop! Just-” she sighed “I’m tired of everyone pretending they know what I;m going through- this is why i don’t get close to people, I don’t need this in my life, that smirk and your smart-ass!”

“Delilah!”

“Chris, this is not gonna work-”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know me! And in the end I will only break my heart and maybe yours too! Because I don’t know how to get close to people! because I can’t-” she paused, swallowing down the anger and the sadness but tears had already started falling down her eyes. “and you can’t either! You can’t deal with this and you don’t have to so I’m giving you a pass because I can’t let you in and then have you run away-”

“Funny you accuse me of being a smart-ass but what about you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You think you know exactly how this will end, you make the decisions, you have it all planned out in your head and you listen to no one but yourself because you think you know everything but you don’t!” Delilah looked at him in shock and anger. She was pissed for only one reason even if she wouldn't admit it and the reason was that he was right. “You know what you’re right, this is not gonna work if you’re not gonna let it work. So let’s save ourselves some trouble”

“That’s a great idea” she spat out

He stopped closer, only a kiss away from her “Tell me to stay and I’ll stay, say go and I’ll leave and you won’t have to see my face again”

Delilah looked at him with her teary eyes. Her heart was pounding, she wanted to kiss him, hold him, she anted to love him and she was so close into doing that, only one second away. She was ready to say the word when another came out her lips like venom.

“Go.”

@annoyinglydarktriumph-us @purely-myself-03 @yelyahcardella @tfandtws @thejemersoninferno

#Chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans x oc #steve rogers #imagines #marvel actors #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan imagine

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stellar-imagines · 5 years

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝conspicuous truth.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou was never the type to work with people but this was a case he couldn’t avoided and he needed help from the police. He discovers a person with an interesting quirk ― the ability to read’s someone’s mind.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Hah, the Police?"

"Yes, yes. We need their help if we want to know where their group will attack next. They say that they're gonna interrogate the villain today!" Kirishima said with a smile as he stepped into the main building of the police station.

Bakugou and Kirishima's agency had been chasing after a group of villains who had been attacking the city recently. Their attacks were rather confusing and it didn't seem that they're targetting a specific location. None of them had a lead on what they were trying to do. Whenever they arrived the scene, the villains would have already made their escape. They didn't do anything significant, only breaking in, capturing hostages, shutting down survelliance cameras and nothing else. At first, there were no quirks involved and they left it to the police but it started to get a little bit out of hand and the villains began to use their quirks for big scaled invasions and the such.

The Police force consisted of people with inadequate quirks and only arm themselves with weapons. Bakugou knew that being a hero was no different than being in the police, because you're both working for the safety of the civilians. However in the modern society, people tend to rely on heroes as they have abilities to do feats that a mere policemen/women can't do. As soon as the two Pro Heroes stepped into the building, a man greeted them and guided them to the interrogation room.

"We really appreciate your help on this case. To be honest, it was merely a small case that we could handle at first but when it started to get a little bit more violent, we needed your help." he said with a small smile.

"No, we're surprised that the Police has been handling this case for so long."

"Yes, although we were really worried when they started using quirks. By that time, we decided to reach out to you, Pro Heroes for some assistance."

The conversation was just boring but Bakugou listened anyway, hoping that he would get any information regarding the case they were dealing with. He stayed silent throughout the entire walk to the interrogation room. When he arrived, he was led into a room with no windows. Bakugou had ever seen interrogation rooms from movies and he couldn't help but agree that they were no different than what he's familiar with. Within this room, there was another where the villain was sitting in. They were cuffed with the custom made quirk-cancelling handcuffs. He looked like your average man, nothing much stood out, save for the mouth mask he was wearing. The room the suspect was in, was bleak. Only two straight up chairs without arms, one each for interrogator and suspect with a long table in between.

From where they stood, both Kirishima and Bakugou could observe the current interrogation and hear every single sentence and response. The glass seemed to be visible only from the outside. The interrogator was asking questions but failing to get answers.

"This one is a hard case to crack, he just refuses to say anything about their plan. So I guess its time we bring her here. She must be finished with her case already by now."

"Y-Yes, I'll be back in a bit."

"Her?" Bakugou rose a brow, wondering about whoever they were referring to.

“Ah, truth is, ever since we got a new partner, interrogation is easy thank to her quirk. But I wouldn't advise you to get too comfy with her." Both Kirishima and Bakugou exchanged a look.

The sound of the door opening caught their attention and they saw the man who had left earlier. With him was a girl with [Eye Color] eyes and [Hair Color] hair. The moment you entered the room, there was an unknown yet awkward atmosphere in the air. Bakugou turned to see you making a beeline towards the interrogation room, not bothering to ask for any information or details about the villain you were going to interrogate. Sitting atop the table inside was a brown envelope which you assumed was the case's details. You looked through it for a while before asking questions. The villain's answers were the same but no one told you that. Instead, they all kept silent and watched.

"In two days, at 8:00 pm they will launch a simultaneous attack at the harbor and the resort hotel. But the attack at the hotel will only be a decoy, their main objective is to obtain a certain container in the harbor." you announced. Both males were surprised to hear you say this so confidently.

"For further information, they have been launching simultaneous attacks this whole time to distract us from tracking their main force. Judging by all the items they’re gathering, they’re probably illegally selling things.” you further added.

Soon, everyone started to get busy. Some decided to drag the villain into their designated cell while the others decided to file a report and all that. Eventually, you were left alone with the two Pro Heroes. You exhaled and turned towards the two males.

“You both must be confused. I’ll guide you both to the cafeteria. I’m sure you’re hungry.” you said before leaving the room.

The two males had no choice but to follow you. Once seated in the cafeteria, Kirishima and Bakugou couldn’t help but notice that there were some who stood up to leave when you arrived.

“So....how did you manage to get those answers?” Kirishima broke the tense atmosphere between the three of you. Bakugou grew curious as well but didn’t show on his face. The ash blonde merely kept on eating while wondering how you managed to interrogate with ease.

“I understand your curiosity. It’s the work of my quirk.” you said before taking a bite of your egg roll.

“Why not? I don’t see the harm in it.” Kirishima shrugged. You remained silent after hearing his question, looking a little bit uncomfortable. Bakugou noticed this and stabbed a piece of meat before taking a huge bite out of it.

“If she doesn’t want to then don’t pester her.” Bakugou snapped at the red head whilst chewing.

“I don’t really mind telling. My quirk is basically thought reading. I can read the thoughts of people around me.” you told them. The two males remained silent for a while. They now understood why people distanced themselves from you, it was because they were afraid of becoming a victim of your quirk. Everyone has thoughts that they prefer to keep to themselves after all.

“Yeah, so it gets a little bit lonely. They come for me when they need my quirk. They only turn to me when they need my help but they stay away to protect their privacy. No one seems to trust me but they need me, so I guess it’s fine.”

Bakugou found out that it was kind of stupid at first. You had a very useful quirk that helped in interrogation. Although it doesn’t sound like it would be useful in combat, it was suitable for a job like this. When he heard you talk about how it felt nice to know that you’re needed, he couldn’t help but think that it was a little sad.

With every case he was presented, he was always somehow involved with the police. And every single time, you would be the police inspector in charge of the case. That was mainly because no one wanted to deal with Bakugou’s explosive personality. He didn’t mind it though, you had became someone that he was able to tolerate and you seem to overlook his rude attitude so that was a plus. After handling so many cases together with you, he had developed these weird feelings towards you.

The two of you were friends but there was this voice at the back of his head telling him that it wasn’t just that. Bakugou’s feelings towards you was more than just friends. He enjoys your presence, sometimes he looks forward to working with you. Kirishima had teased him for having a little crush on you. And Bakugou can’t believe that he was thinking that Kirishima might be right. He had been feeling this way for a long time and there was no way he could just confess to you.

He decided to ask on instict. Sometimes he offered to walk you home and sometimes, he would take you out for dinner. For someone who had dealt with so many people and could easily pick up small signs from their behavior, you were so damn oblivious to his feelings. To the point where it was irritating. Bakugou was literally dropping hints at you like a kid making incoherent noises to attract attention.

“Hey, Bakugou? Are you listening to me? Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked.

“You’re so stupid.” he said all of a sudden.

“Huh? What did I even do? All I asked was what you were going to get because I’ve never eaten here before.” you mumbled before shifting your attention to the menu.

“Then use your quirk and find out what you should get because I’m not saying it out loud for you.” Bakugou said nonchalantly.

“.....I’m not using my quirk on you Bakugou. I promised myself that I wouldn’t use it outside of work.” you replied, putting down the book.

“Just do it because I say so. I gave you my permission too.” he muttered. You sighed, shoulders falling as he said that. You never really liked using your quirk on people because it felt like you were invading their privacy. But maybe this was fine, because Bakugou gave you his permission. Your eyes glowed red, into a color that could rival the intensity of Bakugou’s own eyes.

“I like you, idiot. Fucking get that already.”

Out of reflex, you deactivated your quirk, staring at the ash blonde who sat across you with a small, knowing smirk. He had planned this! Was he messing around with you to tease you? But you know Bakugou, he was not the type to say things like that to mess around!

“Wh-What do you mean?” you mumbled.

“What does it mean to you?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I wanna fucking date you. Save me from embarrassment, do me and yourself a favor, be my girlfriend.”

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An Extremely Detailed Guide to Writing A Character In DC

hey what’s up its ur gal queen morgaine comin atcha live with another Extremely Detailed Guide!

in the wake of shows like veep and house of cards, tons of political and adjacent characters have sprung up round the rpc, many of whom live in Our Nation’s Capital™. i’ve seen guides for how to write characters that live in nyc, la, san francisco and lots of other places, but not for how to write characters that live in dc. but Fear Not! i live here! i’ve been living here for well over five years! i can’t wait to leave!

so here is a LONG-- and i DO mean LONG-- list of Spicy DC Shibboleths you can use to make your character realistic, straight from the mouth of a grudging native. ready?

IF YOUR CHARACTER’S IN DC, THEY SHOULD....

use the metro. the metrorail, called ‘the metro’ by locals, is our version of the t ( boston, ) the tube ( london ) or the subway ( nyc, ) and most locals rely on it to get from point a to point b. much like the other commuter systems listed above, most people use a plastic card, called a SMARTRIP CARD, to pay for fare, which is anywhere from $2 to $6 depending on the time of day. ( the metro charges more for ‘peak hours,’ which is the afternoon / rush hour time period between four and eight pm. ) the metro has numerous stops all throughout washington dc proper, maryland and virginia, and we usually refer to the lines on it by their colour ( eg red, yellow, green. ) unless your character is the queen of sheba and gets carried by servants or has Nerves of Steel and drives everywhere, they probably use the metro to get where they need to go.

.....complain about the metro. this is a huge one. however much your character currently complains about the metro? it’s not enough. they need to complain more. for a system supposed to make travelling easier, the metro sure is awful at working consistently. the metro is a dumpster fire on wheels. and there is always some Bulled Shite going on with it, i promise you. your character’s train is late. your character’s train stopped for no reason on the way to a station. some drunk frat bros from au just got on and they’re being loud and drunk. it’s late and the trains are only running every twenty minutes. your character’s metro track might Literally catch fire. the train your character thought was their train dumped them out at a certain stop and now they have to wait fifteen minutes for another one. the metro SUCKS and we ALL hate it, but we’re STILL Beholden to get on it every Focking day to try to go to work or school because Deep In Our Heart of Hearts, we know that driving here is way worse. so yeah, we accept our fates to get on the HellRail9000 every day, but we’re gonna bitch about it the whole time.

probably not live in dc proper. ‘but queen morgaine, my character is a sexy rich 54-year-old illustrious powerlez politician! she has to have the Best Pad around for miles!!’ i hear ya ( also, is she single? ) but The Fact of The Matter Is, it’s really hard to find somewhere to live in dc proper for a multitude of reasons. for one thing, it’s WICKED expensive. ( though that also means, of course, if your character is loaded, don’t worry about this part. ) for another, dc has succumbed to a terrible gentrification problem, which means that more and more regions in the city are being forcibly transformed in order to make them ‘nicer’ for young up-and-comers, displacing longtime residents in the process. it’s Not Unheard Of for your character to live in dc proper, but it would be more realistic for them to live in its outskirts instead ; and people who live in surrounding areas all say they live in dc anyway. popular areas ( especially for politicians or other well-off characters ) include:

bethesda, maryland. the $8 Coffee Snob Epicentre of the dc metro area. LOTS of rich people here. expensive to live in. tons of Chic Fancy Restaurants, lots of cutesy expensive boutique shops ( like sugarfina, lululemon, anthropologie and sweetgreen ) lots of wealthy older ladies walking dogs in Athleisure. very expensive and prestigious private schools here too, like stone ridge and sidwell friends school, but also a few very large public ones, such as bethesda-chevy chase ( bcc. ) the national institute of health headquarters are also here. probably your top-tier best bet for a rich or otherwise Well-Off character. about fifteen minutes into dc proper via metro.

chevy chase, maryland. super nice, though a little on the Pricey side. people here tend to be more Modest about their money, so this area is pretty affluent, it’s not as hoity-toity as bethesda. awesome shopping-- right next to friendship heights in dc, which has lots of high-end stores like jimmy choo, bloomingdale’s, whole foods, etc. about five to ten minutes to friendship heights, fifteen to twenty minutes via metro into downtown dc. ( it’s also right next to the region with the same name in dc. )

kensington and garett park, maryland. i used to live here!! quiet and VERY cute. kensington has an adorable historic district down a hill, with a tea room and 'antique row,’ a block of vintage shops. east of bethesda, about ten minutes there by car. beautiful brightly-coloured victorian houses here. has a Small Town Feel and lots of kid-friendly Wholesome activities, so lots of older people and families with young kids live in these areas. huge beautiful art and music venue, strathmore, is here as well. about thirty-five to forty minutes into dc proper via metro.

arlington, virginia. i don’t go here very often so i can’t Vouch for it as hard but my dad used to work here so i’ll try. probably the most Work-Focused and Capital-G Government area outside dc. mid-tier expensive, but not a whole lot to do other than work or go to school from the Overwhelming Presence of federal buildings, colleges, and businesses here which makes it a less popular choice. big area, proximity to dc ranges depending on what part of arlington you’re in-- anywhere from five or ten minutes or half an hour away via metro.

alexandria, virginia. sort of like arlington, but prettier. i don’t go here much either, but it’s also a popular choice for those working in dc but wanting to stay in virginia. its Main Hangout, old town alexandria, sits right on the potomac waterfront, and supplies most of the area’s non-work activities. has lots of ~Small Town Charm~, cute bars and restaurants and a couple niche museums, like the apothecary musuem. lots of bakeries here as well. also mid-tier expensive. about forty minutes away from dc via metro.

if your character isn’t a rich politician or is otherwise just Dead-Set on living IN dc, here are some popular areas in the city itself, from most to least expensive.

georgetown. EASILY the Most Elite, Absolute Ritziest and overall Top-Tier Prestigious neighbourhood in the district. means most of its denizens are wealthy snobs, and the cost of living here is astronomical-- if bethesda has $8 coffee, georgetown’s are $8.50, before tax. georgetown is very hilly, full of townhouses and paved with cobblestones, so your character will probably do a lot of walking and stair-climbing. it’s always busy, and even though the snobby people irritate me every time i go, the shops ( lush!! sephora!! dr. martens!! ) and 700 bakeries with adorable treats ( sprinkles cupcakes!! baked and wired!! ) keep me from staying away completely.

jinx proof, a wicked good tattoo parlour, is here as well!!

downtown dc. probably what you think of when you think of ‘washington dc,’ because most of what makes dc dc is down here, as you might imagine. has the capitol building, most of the museums, chinatown, the white house and ford’s theatre. SUPER expensive because of this.

dupont circle. my personal favourite area of dc, just a few minutes down the block from downtown. lots of great food and shopping-- fantom comics, my favourite comic book store, beefsteak, a vegan restaurant are some of my Usual Haunts here. mid-tier expensive.

it’s also a historic Gaybourhood: one of the earliest lgbt protest marches and the first real dyke march Ever was held here in 1993! capital pride is also hosted here every year.

capitol hill. despite the name, not the austere, cutthroat Essence of DC Politics you’d probably think. pretty quiet, lots of row houses ( something dc is famous for, see the ‘bits and bobs’ section at the end here. ) lots of ~Indie~ businesses and coffee shops. was home to phase 1, the area’s oldest lesbian bar, till it closed in 2016 ( rip mama!!!! ) mid-to-lower-tier expensive.

u street / cardozo. ah, U Street, my Other Home. great food here, like sugar shack donuts and ben’s chilli bowl. but u street’s Star Attraction is most of dc’s music scene, most notably All Flavours of rock ( esp punk, ) indie and alternative--i spent almost all of my teenage years Cavorting About till the wee hours of the morning on school nights at concerts, parties and diy shows on u street. mid-to-lower-tier expensive.

adams morgan. also an Artsy Hangout in dc. lots of restaurants and bars, lots of Weird Shops, has the adam’s morgan festival every year. home to a gay bar, pitcher’s, and dc’s newest lesbian bar, a league of her own! mid-to-lower tier expensive.

georgia avenue / petworth. most of my friends who live in dc proper live here. not a Designated Gaybourhood but lots of gay people, there’s a lesbian party at a bar here every month. lots of animal shelters. good bar scene and ample public transport. right next to howard university, so quite student-heavy, but pretty quiet. lower-tier expensive.

takoma park. i also love it here. ~Technically~ just called takoma, but since it’s mixed with the super-close town in maryland, takoma park, locals tend to just. call it that. quiet and relaxed HippieTown, called ‘the berkeley of the east’ and ‘the people’s republic of takoma park’ with good reason-- lots of Greenie Boutique Places, lots of hybrid cars and ~Progressive~ ally lawn signs. adorable food co-op and tons of bookstores. pretty inexpensive.

none of these Jive with your character and you Really wanna get Spicy, they could could always live in baltimore and get the marc train ( another lightrail serving the dc, maryland and west virginia areas ) every day for a half-hour commute to dc.

have Opinions about food. greater dc��has a very strong restaurant and food scene, made easily accessible by the metro. there’s ALWAYS something cool to eat in dc anywhere you go, and we love telling people about it.

said Food Opinions are often very divisive, and people argue their side with as much Fervour as those debating pineapple on pizza. for example, one thing people fight about here is mumbo sauce: ‘are you for or against,’ ‘what exactly is it and what do you put it on,’ etc. the one i get dragged into is ‘georgetown cupcake vs baked and wired.’ my dad’s staunchly pro-baked and wired and anti-georgetown cupcake, i love ‘em both, but every time we’re in georgetown we bicker.

never fall short of things to do. like i said, dc is ALWAYS bustling on any given day. sure, a lot of it’s expensive and very often alcohol-focused ( like nyc, we do a lot of wine and beer tastings, cocktail parties and galas ) or otherwise geared towards adults, but if you hop on the metro or a bus, you’re almost guaranteed to find something. see the ‘places of note’ bullet here for some ideas.

have gone to a museum at least once. the area surrounding the national mall and capitol building also has our museums, which are owned by the smithsonian institution. they’re the first place i reach for when i want something to do, and i’ve been going to them so frequently and for so long that james smithson is practically my third parent lol. they are free, which is what makes them so hugely popular, and the Big Three are the national museum of natural history, the national air and space museum, and the national gallery of art. everyone who comes to dc goes to at least one, even if they never go again, and if your character lives here, they’ll probably go to several. ( they also make great date spots, fyi. )

have Opinions about the national cherry blossom festival. dc has lots of cherry blossom trees along the tidal basin and potomac river, given to us as a token of friendship by japan in march of 1912. to celebrate, the national cherry blossom festival is held every spring from late march to early april when the trees are in peak bloom. it isn’t so much a Hard and Fast Festival but more of a fourteen-day period with various cherry blossom- and japanese-themed events, like kite-flying, marathons and sake-tasting with a Great Big Street Fair at the end. people flock to dc every spring just for the cherry blossoms, and most locals either love it, take five billion photos and celebrate with thematic cupcakes and cocktails, or Loudly hate it and call it an overhyped tourist trap ( while still sneaking their annual cherry blossom pic for facebook On The Sly. ) your character should probably be one or the other, i don’t know a lot of neutrals.

probably not call it ‘washington dc.’ if your character does call it that, it should be a defining trait and / or signify that they’re new or visiting. no one here calls it that, we either call it just ‘dc’ or ‘the district.’ it’s not Sacrilege, like calling boston ‘beantown’ ( yuck ) or san francisco ‘frisco,’ more like calling nyc ‘the big apple’-- we just think you sound like a dweeb.

complain a LOT. however much your character is complaining, it’s not enough. they need to complain more. dc locals are ALWAYS complaining about something, in a way similar to a cranky new yorker. i’ve never known a dc local, especially an office worker, who wasn’t complaining every five seconds about one thing or another, and this is largely attributed to its wealthy, ambitious and politically-driven population-- most of us here are Important Individuals, or think we are ; so unfortunately lots of people look down upon those who are not also doing Important People Things.......and end up acting like entitled brats as a result. the metro, like i said, is the biggest one, but other topics of District Annoyance include--

the president’s motorcade. not super common, but takes forever and holds up traffic.

the beltway. the interstate 495, typically just called the beltway, is a highway that makes a loop around dc, as well as the surrounding areas of maryland and virginia. almost always road construction, an accident or traffic no matter what time of day it is and it’s just Generally Terrible. if your character is driving, they’ll probably complain about the beltway.

interns. dc has TONS of interns, especially in the spring and summer. most of them are between the ages of twenty-two to twenty-five, and they come here to work in government buildings or for specific senators and representatives. the most popular place to intern is capitol hill, so ‘interning on the hill’ is something your character will hear or say a lot. most locals don’t like them because they’re super arrogant about what they’re doing and can’t go five seconds without bringing it up.

DC’S STREET SYSTEM AND THE QUADRANTS.

the city of dc is shaped like a broken diamond, and split into four sections, called quadrants: northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest, with the capitol building marking the middle.

maryland borders the north half of the quadrant, generally, and virginia the south.

dc streets run three ways: east-west, north-south, and diagonally, and the streets are named with numbers, letters ( excluding j, x, and z, ) states or a combination.

lettered streets go east-west, numbered streets go north-south, and diagonal streets have state names.

the national mall runs west and east, respectively, away from the capitol so all the east-west letter streets run next to or parallel to them.

starting with the capitol, the first east-west streets north and south of the capitol are called a st, the second east-west streets north and south of the capitol are called b st, the third is c st, etc.

because there are two of the same number or letter street, you should include the quadrant if you’re mailing something or giving an address. like ‘555 k street nw, washington dc 42069.’

if that sounds confusing, it is. here’s a diagram that might help.

now that i’m done with specific traits, here are some Places of Note in dc you can set your threads in and your character can frequent!!

the smithsonian museums. i can’t make this list without putting my Beloved smithsonian museums first, sorry! they’re all wicked sick, but i’m particularly fond of the natural history museum ( which recently got new ocean and fossil halls i’ve been obsessed with, ) all of the art galleries ( we have five ) and the brand new african-american museum!

politics and prose and kramerbooks. politics and prose is a dc-based bookstore with its Main Store in chevy chase, but has locations in a couple other parts of dc. it also has smaller satellite stores that are part of busboys and poets, a combination restaurant and spoken-word venue. kramerbooks is a single independent bookstore in dupont circle. it’s open super late and has a cafe, called afterwords, on top!!

georgetown cupcake. like i said, it’s a cupcake bakery headquartered in georgetown, with a bethesda location as well! known for its Cute Ass Pink Boxes.

the wharf. waterfront entertainment district in southwest, popular with rich people. awesome music venue, the anthem, where i’ve seen florence + the machine and kt tunstall but it’s primarily fancy restaurants, high-end shopping and cocktail bars, including a milk bar.

baked and wired. like i said, georgetown cupcake’s rival. REALLY BIG cupcakes, which it calls ‘cakecups,’ with flavours like ‘uniporn and rainhoes’ and ‘chocolate doom.’

the black cat. goth / punk music venue and entertainment space on u street. i went to my first ever Capital-G Goth Event here shortly after i turned fourteen!! i love this place a lot and i hung out here all the time in high school. lots of great diy or less-mainstream artists play here, like waxahatchee, ex hex and daughter, and i go to their smiths vs the cure and depeche mode-themed parties every year.

the 9.30 club. the black cat’s cleaner and slightly hipper older sister, just a few blocks away on u street. i also love this place dearly and saw most of the concerts i’ve been to here, including haim, kate nash, new politics, the vaccines and sleigh bells. this is where most big indie and alternative bands play when they come to dc. there’s a coffee bar on the topmost area!!

the satellite room. 1960s-themed diner right behind the 9.30 club. open really late, awesome food especially vegan milkshakes and really cool arcade games in the back!! been here after many a concert In My Day.

nellie’s sports bar. gay sports bar across the street from the 9.30 club. great food and awesome drag brunch!! can be really crowded on weekend evenings though, so proceed with caution.

pitchers / a league of her own. gay bar and lesbian bar in the basement of said gay bar respectively in adams morgan. i’ve not been yet, but i’ve heard it’s fantastic!

strathmore. art and music venue in bethesda / kensington. has a mansion, for small concerts and a tea room, and a huge beautiful concert hall that seats over a thousand people for symphonic and other bigger concerts.

eastern market. craft fair in capitol hill that sells handmade goods, artisan food and fresh produce from may to october, roughly. great Wares, but hot and miserable unless you go early.

fantom comics. adorable comic book store in dupont circle. i’ve also been coming here for ages!! it has mainstream comics and indie ones, and it hosts events as well!

bits and bobs / miscellaneous info--

montgomery county in maryland, where i live, has a five-cent charge for plastic bags in grocery stores. it’s really annoying and your character will probably lie to the self-checkout machines when they buy stuff or complain about it to cashiers.

the grocery stores here are giant ( litcherally just stop and shop with a different name, ) safeway, and wegmans. we also have smaller region-specific ones like mom’s organic market, magruders and yes!

ocean city in maryland, virginia beach in, Well, Virginia, and rehoboth, dewey, lewes and bethany beaches, which are all in delaware, are where most locals go for summer vacations.

almost everyone who says they live in dc, doesn’t actually live in dc. they usually live in a surrounding area, like bethesda or silver spring, and say ‘dc’ for brevity’s sake.

you can’t buy alcohol at a grocery store in maryland, but you can in dc and virginia.

sometimes metro stops will Randomly shut down for maintenance, which means that sometimes you have to get off at that stop and wait for a ‘shuttle’ ( aka a free bus ) to take you to the next one. it’s the worst thing ever.

most of the houses in dc proper are row houses, which more closely resemble nyc’s brownstones than row houses elsewhere. maryland and virginia tend to have more Real Live Houses, townhouses and apartments.

marylanders LOVE their state flag for some reason, and because so many of them live and work in dc, you’re bound to see it there too. the maryland flag is absolutely FUCK-UGLY and they plaster it on EVERYTHING. bumper stickers, keychains, phone cases, you name it, even board shorts and tank tops.

those cameras on traffic lights that take pix of you when you speed? everywhere. you WILL end up with a ticket from one eventually.

we have three international airports, reagan international, dulles international and bwi. dulles and reagan are metro accessible, but bwi is in baltimore, so it’s not.

so there you have it!! a Comprehensive List of DC Shibboleths from a dc local!! have fun, and feel free to tag me in or tell me about your headcanons you use this post for, i’d love to see them!!

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