#but to be fair he goes to the gym everyday... and as a kid used to punch banana trees (his words) lmao

[doexoeyes]

TASM!Peter Parker Love Triangle

Notes: Been thinking about this concept for a while, because TASM did come out during that YA love triangle era, so I wanted to do kind of an outline of how I would see that play out with the events of the movie. Doing this with bullet points cause I have too many wips that I never finish & this would be the quickest way to get it done 🤧

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Peter/ Gn!reader (no pronouns used)

- You’ve been best friends with Gwen since diapers, but you’re known for being complete polar opposite’s of each other.

- Gwen is of course the super intelligent, future class valedictorian and is absolutely beautiful. The perfect girl next door.

- You’re known for being sent to the principal’s office for your fair share of ‘incidents’, which include putting Flash in his place and calling out teachers when you thought they were being unfair. Perfectly misunderstood.

- “Are you kidding me? This is your 3rd detention this month. You’re starting to give me gray hairs,” Gwen comments once you arrive at your locker which was, of course, right next to hers.

- “Mr. Stevens hates me, ok. I don’t even know what I did this time. I think I just breathe and he automatically thinks I insulted him,” you grumble, back slumped against the locker door.

- “Well, maybe if you didn’t make it your absolute mission to humiliate him everyday, he wouldn’t be out to get you,” she states, putting her books away.

- “Well maybe if he actually graded me fairly and didn’t give me a D- on a paper that was clearly profound, then I wouldn’t have to call him out on his ridiculousness. Like really, a D- ? That shouldn’t even exist. Just give me a normal ‘D’ then, asshole.”

- “Wait a minute. A ‘D-‘? Really?” she looks at you, flabbergasted.

- You nod and Gwen slams her locker door closed. “I literally helped you with that paper! You’re totally right, he is an asshole. Forget him.”

- No matter what, at the end of the day, Gwen has always had your back, and you had her’s. You were inseparable.

- That was, until Peter Parker came into the picture.

- Listen, you had to forgive Peter for having individual crushes on the both of you.

- Yes, it made him feel like a complete tool, but to be honest, he liked you both for totally different reasons.

- He liked how smart and kind Gwen was. Her passion for academics and her self confidence was something he admired, along with the way she would wear her hair and the sweet smile on her face. She’d be the first person to raise her hand in class and the first one to help anyone that needed it. She was pretty much perfect.

- He liked you because you were anything but. You were unapologetically yourself, always standing your ground and not afraid to say what was on your mind, which was always funny or witty. You always wore the coolest t-shirts and he found your favorite pair of red sneakers adorable and he liked that, despite what you might think, you were actually very intelligent.

- Guilt aside, Peter didn’t think his crushes on the both of you even mattered, because it’s not like either of you were paying any attention to him.

- Until you did.

- And boy, was he in trouble.

- Gwen had come to his defense from Flash at the courtyard, and from then on, the playful flirtations and bashful interactions ensued.

- And you? The basketball court, where you were helping Missy Kallenback finish painting a banner.

- Flash being Flash, of course, just had to throw a ball at you two. And that got you fired up.

- “What’s your problem, Thompson?! Are you that inept that you can’t do the one thing you were bred to do? There goes the possibility of you having an actual future,” you fire back, clearly irritated.

- The whole gym whoops and hollers, Flash’s teammates making mock hissing sounds as if they had gotten burned. Flash’s eyes are on you now, nostrils flared and fists clenched.

- “At least I have a future. You’re going nowhere, you know that? Except maybe prison like you’re old man,” he says, laughing along with his buddies.

- You’re seething at this. Flash, along with the rest of the school, would bring up your dad’s incarceration every chance they got. It was the real reason why Mr. Steven’s was against you. Why people picked on you. Why no one saw your potential; You were looked down upon by everyone for your father’s mistakes.

- Except for Gwen.

- Gwen was always there for you, even offered her home and family to you whenever you needed it. She never treated you like your father’s actions reflected your own. She saw you for you and gave you the love and acceptance you always craved from everyone else.

- So you think of her before you make your next move because Gwen’s dream was always to walk the stage at graduation together, and you knew that if you punched the living daylights out of Flash now, that would never come true.

- So you choose to stay quiet, focusing on helping Missy clean up the mess of paint created by Flash’s ball. It’s a couple moments later that you notice the ball is coming your way once again, this time straight at you.

- Before you can move out of the way or even try to duck, two hands are in front of you, having caught the ball that was about to hit you square in the face.

- Peter Parker catches the ball with seemingly no effort and you look at him, completely shocked.

- He gives you a wink and ends up making a complete fool of Flash in your honor.

- It ends with him shattering the backboard behind the hoop completely.

- “Peter, right?” you call out, catching up to him after he exits the principal’s office. He’s with his uncle, who gives you a moment to speak alone, but not before revealing that Peter has a picture of you in his room.

- Peter bashfully claims that it’s because he takes pictures of the school’s clubs for the yearbook committee.

- “But I’m not in any clubs…” you claim with furrowed brows.

- “Then maybe it’s about time you join one. Extracurriculars look great on college applications,” Peter suggests, clearly embarrassed and trying to make a joke out of a situation he wished he was spared from.

- Despite catching him on his lie, you find his attempt amusing, so you let it go.

- “You might not know me that well. We don’t really have many classes together because you’re a boy genius, and I’m not, but I’m still smart enough to know that what you did back there wasn’t humanly possible. So, what are you hiding, Peter Parker?” you ask with folded arms across your chest, a suspicious look on your face.

- At first he just looks at you, completely at a loss for words as he tries to mask his nervousness with a laugh.

- He then comes up with a very Peter-like answer and says “I drink a lot of milk. You know, great source of calcium. Builds strong bones.”

- And of course, you don’t buy this. Not even for a second. But you choose to let it go, because in truth, you always had the tiniest little crush on him, having spotted him skating around the school.

- He also never picked on you. In fact, now that you thought about it, you were both kindred spirits. Both misunderstood and mistreated by those around you.

- “Thank you, for what you did back there. I know you probably got into serious trouble, but it really meant a lot to me. Plus, Thompson definitely deserved that ego check.”

- “It’s not a big deal. Honestly, you’re always the first person to stand up for everybody else. It’s about time someone did the same,” he says, instinctively moving closer to you with every word.

- “And what Flash said back there is wrong. You’re going to have a future that’s way brighter than anyone else’s here. I know it. ”

- This makes your cheeks heat up as a warmth surges through your chest.

- Peter makes you feel like you’re walking on air instead of into a battlefield like everyone else does.

- “Hey, would you like to…? Or if not..we could…instead…maybe?” Peter’s cheeks are pink and he doesn’t finish the sentences that he tries to stammer out, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say, and you feel butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

- Peter Parker was cute. Very cute. And sweet. And smart. And chivalrous. And the list could go on, really. If he was asking you out, you would say yes in a heartbeat.

- But just as the words are starting to come out properly, Peter pauses once he spots Gwen walking down the hallway.

- And that’s when it hits him.

- He was so screwed.

- He apologizes to you and says his uncle’s waiting for him and then just leaves you in the hallway, frozen in place, completely confused.

- And you’re also hurt because you’re not exactly sure what you did wrong to make Peter run away like that.

- “Was that Peter?” Gwen asks, appearing from behind you.

- “Yeah…he’s umm, he’s really weird, isn’t he?”

- “I think he’s kinda cute. I might ask him to come over one of these days,” she admits, and that’s when your eyes widen.

- Oh.

- Peter and Gwen.

- Got it.

- Makes perfect sense.

- So of course you back off from then on because Gwen is your best friend in the entire world and no stupid boy is going to get in the way of that.

- And Peter and Gwen are perfect for each other anyways, so you’re happy to sit by the sidelines and let them be together because they’re truly meant to be.

- It’s a bit awkward at first and sure it stings just a little, but hey, you’ve been through worse.

- On Peter’s end though, he’s just overwhelmed with everything else he has to deal with. The death of his uncle Ben really brings him down and eats him up. He obsess over it for a bit till he finally comes to the understanding that in order to move on, he needs to do better.

- So he puts all his energy and focus into being Spider-Man, which then consumes his entire time because there’s now a giant lizard running amuck in the city.

- And then of course there was the question of both you and Gwen; Who did he like more?

- It would mess with his head relentlessly in school, although lately he’s starting to think that you were never interested in the first place because of how distant and dry you’ve been.

- You barely acknowledged him, even when he approaches you at school and when he came up to your table at lunch, you immediately got up to leave, claiming you had to stop by the library.

- With your absence though, he’s able to get closer to Gwen, and he’s starting to think that she’s the one he’s supposed to be with. His feelings for her grow and in turn they become closer. He has plans to go over to her place one night for dinner and considers finally confessing his feelings for her, but something else changes his plans while he’s on patrol that night.

- You should know better than to go into a creepy dark alley.

- I mean come on, it’s a creepy dark alley in New York! Did you have a death wish or something?

- So he watches you from above the building because he knows there’s a chance something might go wrong.

- And as if on cue, a group of troublesome men trail behind you, and he knows for sure they’re up to know good.

- He doesn’t even think, just jumps right down once one of the men grabs and pulls you by your wrist.

- Peter is just straight up pissed when he hears them calling you insulting names, so he punches the one with the big mouth hard on the face, and he doesn’t care if he possibly broke his nose.

- He deserves it.

- After kicking all their asses in less then 3 seconds, he webs them all together to the wall, where he’s sure the police will find them.

- When he turns to you, however, his anger and adrenaline completely fades.

- Your chest is heaving, eyes glossy, and he’s never seen you look so small before.

- You were terrified. If it wasn’t for Spider-Man, who knows what might have happened to you? So the tears fall down your cheeks as you spill out multiple apologies to him.

- Peter, shakes his head and immediately tries to comfort you.

- “Hey, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m sorry that happened. But you’re okay now, I promise.”

- You’re visibly shaking so without thinking he embraces you, hoping to keep you steady. He feels you stiffen at this, but just as he’s about to pull away, your arms wrap themselves around him as you cry into his chest.

- You’re like that for a while, Peter just letting you spill it all out, because he knows it’s much more than you being shaken up. He knows the constant mask you put on for others, acting like you’re unbothered and above it all. He knows you act strong, but that facade shouldn’t last forever, and you deserved to be honest and vulnerable with yourself.

- Personally, he thought you deserved the world.

- “Eww, gross. I’m crying on a stranger wearing latex,” you jokingly say after a moment, sniffling.

- “Hey, I’ll have you know it’s actually spandex, ok.”

- You pull away and Peter has to fight every urge not to pull you back into his arms.

- “Seriously though, thank you. You probably saved my life.”

- “It’s not a big deal. Honestly. That’s my job as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

- There’s something in the way that he says that that clicks in your head and you realize that Spider-Man seems a little familiar…

- You don’t make that obvious to him though.

- So Peter goes home, sneaks into his room, through his window, and is in the middle of taking off his suit when he starts to feel like someone is watching him.

- He turns around and there you are, sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes as wide as saucers.

- You stand up, mouth wide open as you begin to scream “Oh my god, you’re Spide-!” but Peter shoots a web right at you, pulling you into him and smashes his lips on yours.

- You’re stiff until your eyes slowly flutter close and you melt into the kiss, completely forgetting what had just transpired. It isn’t until Peter himself pulls away that you realize what had just happened.

- “Did you just…kiss me to shut me up?” you ask, dazed.

- “It worked, didn’t it,” he teases, voice soft as he rests his forehead against yours.

- Turns out, you had come to his house to talk to him because ever since the incident in the alley with Spidey, you couldn’t shake the feeling off that he felt a little too familiar. And given what had happened at the gym with the shattered hoop, putting 2 and 2 together wasn’t that hard.

- He tells you about it all; the spider that bit him, Dr. Connors turning into a lizard creature, even about his guilt over Uncle Ben’s death.

- You’re easy to open up to, and he’s comforted by the way you listen and reassure him, especially since, mid talk, you ask Peter for his first aid kit and start to help patch him up.

- After talking for a bit, Peter leans in to kiss you once more, but just as you’re lips are about to meet, you pull away.

- “N-no. I’m sorry. Gwen. She…she really likes you, Peter.”

- The guilt consumes you and Peter closes his eyes, the realization hitting him as well.

- “I’m not going to do this. She’s the most important person in the world to me. And you guys go really well together. I know that you like her, too. I see it. And I’m not mad, I mean I get it. It’s just…I don’t want to be the one that gets in the way of that.”

- He looks at you, a pained expression on his face, because why would you think that you’re just something that’s getting in the way when you were so much more?

- He tries to say something, anything to get you to understand, but the words fall short and he doesn’t want to make you feel worse than you already did.

- So he lets you leave and he begins to understand that he needs to stop being an idiot and make his choice. He thinks about you and Gwen and he tries to ignore the icky feeling he has because he respects you both too much to put you in this situation, but he knows a choice has to be made.

- And he finally makes his decision that night, because he realizes it’s not a tough one to make.

- He intends to make it known the next day, picking up flowers from a local floral shop to bring to school, but then Dr. Connors had to crash in and ruin everything.

- As the entire school runs out of the building, you go to find Peter.

- “What are you doing here?! Get out, you’re gonna get hurt!” he shouts at you.

- God you’re too stubborn for your own good.

- “You need to tell Gwen! About you. About Connors. She works at Oscorp, she can maybe get you a serum or something!”

- He hates that you’re right. But with no time to tell Gwen himself, he gives you the ok to fill her in, and continues to focus on getting the lizard out of the building.

- And everything seems to go according to plan, until he gets a call from you.

- “Dr. Connors is at Oscorp and Gwen is still in there!” your voice is shrill and panicked filled and Peter feels his breath catch in his throat.

- No no no no.

- “Peter please, please you need to get her out of there.”

- He can hear that you’re crying on the other end, and it adds to his own panic.

- You were consumed with fear and guilt because you were the one that put Gwen in the middle of this.

- You had never known real fear till the life of your best friend came into question. The incident in the alleyway was nothing compared to this.

- Peter’s mind is racing, blood pumping rapidly. He needs to get Gwen out. He needs to save all of New York. He needs to make sure you’re okay. It’s all too much to deal with.

- His run-in with Captain Stacy doesn’t make it any easier.

- At the end of the day though, Peter accomplishes all those things. He defeats Dr. Connors and Gwen is safe and reunited with you as a crowd of people gathered below the Oscorp building.

- But Captain Stacy had died and Peter can’t help but feel like it’s his fault.

- Time moves fast yet stands still at the same time. There’s a funeral for Gwen’s father, but Peter can’t find it in him to attend. The guilt is too much.

- He watches from afar, however, and he spots the both of you together, you visibly comforting a crying Gwen.

- It breaks his heart.

- And this is when he decides that he’s going to leave the two of you alone.

- Because he can’t risk losing either one of you, or have you losing each other.

- He tries his best to ignore you both at school, doesn’t answer the phone and declines any visits May announces are for him.

- He puts his whole mind and body into his work as Spider-Man.

- Still, he sometimes imagines what it would have been like if he had gotten the chance that day to tell you that he wanted, more than anything, to be with you.

- It ends up being one of the things he thinks back to when he’s in need of motivation.

- On the days where being Spider-Man was the hardest, he pretends that he needs to make it through the night so he can come home to you.

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[hellishgoat]

Ahhh I need to get way stronger!! Dx my coworker just kicked my ass not once,, not twice,,, but three times in a row in an arm wrestling contest 😩

#I’m gonna get beefed! 😤 #it was so embarrassing in the beginning I held my own for a couple seconds #then he just wrecked me XD #but to be fair he goes to the gym everyday... and as a kid used to punch banana trees (his words) lmao #ahhh I even gathered an audience XD (of three) and I said I’m gonna kick your ass dude #so you guys are gonna witness me becoming the beast I was meant to be this year #so I can take him down #I have a rematch scheduled tomorrow #even my manger didn’t believe in me 😔 #anyways just gotta share a snippet of my work life to show that isn’t always horrible 😅 #((lmao I was looking at his bicep and I was just immediately.... shit.... I’m so gonna lose))) #hellishgoatvomit #theo chatters

[teddy06writes]

A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school 

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this. 

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile. 

“Good morning, (y/n).” 

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed. 

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room. 

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?” 

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes. 

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side. 

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed. 

~~

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in. 

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block. 

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him. 

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk. 

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.” 

“You say that everyday!” He laughed. 

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed. 

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-” 

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off. 

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!” 

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?” 

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.” 

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

~~

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math. 

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang. 

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds. 

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained. 

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?” 

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?” 

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.” 

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled. 

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.” 

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.” 

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil. 

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.” 

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled. 

~~

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem. 

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!” 

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?” 

“Oh no chance.” 

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab. 

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally. 

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried. 

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.” 

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!” 

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it. 

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again. 

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!” 

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.” 

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam. 

~~

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo. 

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room. 

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one). 

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered. 

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.” 

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables. 

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed. 

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets. 

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!” 

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!” 

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!” 

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind. 

~~ English: Mr. NotFound 

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music,  you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in. 

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing. 

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period. 

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated. 

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class. 

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen. 

~~

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered. 

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said. 

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out. 

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said. 

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.” 

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!” 

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon. 

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best. 

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together. 

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions. 

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!” 

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.” 

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made. 

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters. 

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.” 

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed. 

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen. 

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?” 

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed. 

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?” 

#mcyt x reader #platonic!mcyt x reader #minors gang #teddy06 writes #teddy06

[pan-fangirl-345]

Where’s the Manager?

Summary: You visit your boyfriend, but, as always, your captain is content to have the worst timing.

TW: Slight swearing (Kyouken and Iwa-chan have potty mouths)

A/N: There weren’t enough Kyoutani x Reader fics out there so I wrote my own.

As soon as you walked into Seijoh's gym, all eyes were on you.

"Oikawa, I think there's a fan here for you," a spiky haired man shouted, making a guy with a knee brace turn.

"My fans don't usually come to nightly practices," the man, Oikawa, said.

"Because you always stay so late, Shittykawa!"

"Who's Oikawa?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm here to see my boyfriend."

"And who might that be?" Oikawa asked, looking slightly offended. He must've been the guy with the fan club your boyfriend had told you about.

"(Y/F/N)? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow!" Kyoutani said, rushing over to hug you, spinning you around a few times.

"Ken," you laughed. "Put me down!"

He set you down lightly, giving you a big smile.

"That's the school uniform for Fukurodani, isn't it?" someone else asked.

"My school cancelled classes today due to the fact that it's raining so hard you can't see an inch in front of you. I figured I'd come surprise you," you muttered, smiling back at him.

"How did you know we were ending practice?" Kyoutani asked.

"You told me silly," you teased. "Yesterday. I asked you when you got off practice."

"Woah, woah, woah. Let's recap for everyone whose brain just liquified and melted out of their noses," Oikawa muttered, making you wrinkle your nose at the description. "Our resident Mad Dog-chan, not only has a girlfriend, but he has a cute girlfriend from a different school."

"Not to mention she's hot," a pink-haired guy added.

"And goes to a pretty prestigious school," the other third year chimed in.

You flushed a little, but rolled your eyes.

"Ken, you didn't tell them about me?" you asked, pouting a little bit, then giving a small laugh. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"Didn't think they needed to know," he grumbled. "I already have to share you with my sister."

You snorted, putting your hand over your mouth, smiling at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous," you teased, bopping him on the nose lightly. "I'm (Y/N), I'm Kyoutani's girlfriend. And for whoever asked, yes, this is the uniform for Fukurodani."

"How old are you?" someone asked.

He looked like a creampuff.

"I'm a second year, just like you Yahaba," you told him.

"You know who I am?" He looked surprised.

"Well, yeah. You slammed my boyfriend into a wall and shouted at him," you told him, deadpan. "I wanted to know who you were. And I already know about Iwaizumi-san because Ken talks about him all the time. And he complains about the fluffy haired dude, who I am assuming is Oikawa."

Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa pouted, and you glanced at Kyoutani, who was too busy smiling at you to really notice.

Your phone ringing caught your attention and you dug through your bag looking for it.

"Ugh, it's Bokuto-san, give me a moment, would you?" you asked your boyfriend, scooting away so the others could bombard him with questions.

"(Y/L/N)! Why aren't you at practice?" he shouted and you winced, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"Why are you guys even having practice? It's practically a hurricane there! And I'm visiting my boyfriend, I told Akaashi that when I left," you told him. "Didn't he tell you?"

"Boyfriend!" he shouted. "That punk looking blond?"

"His name's Kyoutani, but yes, that's him."

"Your our manager (Y/L/N)! Your fattenizing with the enemy!" Bokuto whined.

"I think the word your looking for is ‘fraternizing’ Bokuto-san," you corrected. "And he's not the enemy. Do you realize how little we go against teams like Seijoh? They always tend to be in a different bracket," you pointed out.

"That's not the point!" he said, and you could practically see his hair deflating on the other end of the line. He was going to go into emo mode if you didn't do something.

"I promise to help you with your line shots when I get back. I'll stay after with Akaashi the next practice we have, alright? Please don't be sad Bokuto-san," you said, feeling slightly bad that you hadn't told him.

"All the guys miss you though!" Bokuto whined. He was definitely pouting. And he was definitely trying to trick you.

"And I miss you guys too, but I see you all everyday, I barely get to see my boyfriend. How would you feel if you only got to see Akaashi every few weeks?"

"That's not fair!" Bokuto shouted again.

"Put him on speaker!" Kyoutani mouthed and you rolled your eyes, but put him on speaker anyway.

"What if he tries to steal you away?" Bokuto asked, sounding extra whiny, the way he did when this sort of thing came up.

Which it did.

Often.

"I'm stealing her for a weekend Owl-san, you and your team will have her back on Monday," Kyoutani said, draping himself across your back, wrapping his arms around you waist so he could talk to your boyfriend.

"I feel like a glorified, underpaid babysitter," you muttered.

"You and me both," Akaashi said. "I apologize for this (Y/L/N), I told him where you were and he got all . . . deflated."

"It's alright," you assured him. "I'll just give Bokuto a heads up next time."

"Next time!?" Bokuto yelled from the background, making you stifle a laugh.

"Yes, next time Bokuto-san, did you think I was breaking up with Kyou this weekend?"

"You should! He's trying to steal you from us!"

"You say that every time a member of a different team talks to me! You did it with Kuroo-san, and Kenma, and Suga-san, and don't even get me started on the other Tokyo teams," you reminded him, watching your boyfriend's team laughed at your captain's antics. "You thought Hinata-kun was trying to smuggle me back to Karasuno when he was just walking me to our bus!"

"You're a good manager (Y/L/N)!" Bokuto retorted. "They want you all to themselves!"

"While I'm flattered that you think so Bokuto-san, the only people that even act somewhat like that are Tanaka and Nishinoya! And even then, Akaashi is usually right by me, or I'm with the other managers."

"But-"

"Look, Bokuto-san, I have to go," you interjected. "I can't spend all weekend arguing with you on this. I'll text you when I get home so you know where I am. I promise, I'll be back practice on Monday. I think you can handle a weekend without me."

You ended the call before he could respond, silencing your phone and slipping it back into your bag.

"How is he one of the top five aces in the country?" Kyoutani asked when you sighed. "He acts like an overgrown child.

"I have no fucking clue," you muttered, laying your head against his chest. "I love Bokuto-san, he's like an older brother to me, but sometimes I wish he had a little more fucking tact."

"That's the captain of Fukurodani?" Oikawa asked.

"Yeah."

"Is he always like that?" Iwaizumi inquired.

"Pretty much," you sighed. "He gets a little different during games, but he pretty acts like that all the time unless he's alone with Akaashi, our setter. Who also happens Bokuto's designated babysitter whenever we go to tournaments or practice games. And training camps, but Tsukishima from Karasuno and Kuroo from Nekoma tend to have him on a leash too."

"The salty glasses kid, and the cat with the fucked up hairdo?" Kyoutani asked.

"Yep, that's them. Hinata, the red-head spiker from Karasuno, tends to keep Bokuto busy when we have training camps with them because Bokuto is too busy trying to 'mentor' him. They make my job so much easier."

"You know a lot of people from other teams," Oikawa pointed out, squinting at you.

"As a manager, I run into a lot of different people. I'm friends with a lot of Nekoma, Karasuno, the other Tokyo teams, not to mention Shiritorizawa and Date Tech. And I know a few people from your team now. I tend to liaison between different teams to help set up practice matches and just to check up on them. It helps out our coach and advisor, plus, I get to meet a bunch of new people."

"That's actually kind of how we met," Kyoutani admitted. "She was the manager for my middle school team."

"I lived near here until the start of my first year. I would've gone here, but my mother got a job transfer to Tokyo, so I moved. Kyoutani and I knew each other from middle school and we helped each other out a few times."

"I never would've guessed that Kyoutani would have a girlfriend like you," Iwaizumi said.

"Why not?"

"Have you seen him?" Oikawa asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Have you guys ever seen him with his sister, or his dogs?" you countered.

"No," they admitted. "He's a pretty private person."

"Kyou's a good person, but people don't get to know him before they decide he's a bad person and it's best to steer clear. Not to mention that most idiots believe the rumors that fly around. I can tell you that he's only ever been in one fight, and it was to protect me."

"I still have the scar," he mumbled.

"That's because you attacked a guy who had a knife!"

"I didn't know he had it when I tackled the son of bitch!" he retorted.

"I could've handled him. I take self-defense classes for a reason dipshit."

Kyoutani shrugged.

"Dumbass," you teased.

"Idiot," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

You rolled your eyes but smiled.

"I can't tell if you two are disgustingly sweet or slightly concerning," Makki muttered.

"Both," you answered.

"My sister is wondering where I am," Kyoutani said, pulling his phone out of his bag.

"Then let's go, I want to give her a big hug! I've missed her."

"And I've missed you," he told you, making you smile.

"Of course you did! I'm your girlfriend."

"I'll see you guys on Tuesday," Kyoutani called.

"It was nice to meet you guys!" you shouted as you raced Kyoutani to the doors.

"We didn't even introduce ourselves," Watari muttered.

"She probably knew anyway, Mad Dog-chan loves us," Oikawa said, gathering up his own things.

"I think he loves her more though," Yahaba pointed out.

"Definitely."

#kyoutani x reader #kyoutani #kyoutani fluff #kyoutani is a simp #fluff #haikyuu x reader

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 5--Out of the Ashes.

Okay, though.  I’m already excited about this one because Carol and Lydia are on the little guide picture thingy, lol.  My girls.  

As usual, I’m going to put the rest underneath a cut to save you lovelies potentially being spoiled should you not want to be.  

Wow.  Look at that full moon.  And the colors in the woods.  

I’m telling you.  These cold opening scenes have been generally pretty awesome this season.  

Aaron with Gracie always gives us such sweetness but this time maybe not.  

Omigosh.  Now *that* is a nightmare--the Walkers, the Wolves, the Saviors, the Whisperers, Mays.  Did I miss anybody?  And then Gracie gone just like that?  Poor Aaron.  All he wants is to keep his little girl safe and happy.  

So.  Is Gracie sleeping right next to her daddy because she had a nightmare or because her daddy’s been having them?  Because either way, oh my freaking heart.  Especially at her still sleeping with her stuffed bunny.  I’m really, really hoping that bunny isn’t a bad omen of sorts for our Gracie, because little girls with bunnies haven’t fared all that well--going all the way back to the first episode and as recently as the subway episode where Daryl found that picture of the two siblings after they’d already found the bunny from the picture amongst the bodies.  Please not Gracie.  Aaron has already been through so much.  

Are they all just communing together now?  Because I can see how that would harken back to Season 4.  

Jerry!  Not even 3 minutes in and already two of my faves are present.  I can tell this is going to be a good episode.  

That really sucks.  Not even being able to take a peaceful piss because you can see Walkers shambling past your window, lol.  

There goes my queen running straight at danger as real queens are apt to do.  ;)  

Were there always lights coming on in the windmill during the opening credits or is that a new thing for this episode?  

That orientation video was so surreal.  Had to laugh at the political touch of having “this message is approved by Pamela Milton” at the end.  

Okay.  So they’re getting their work assignments, huh?  Orientations are the worst, lol.  All that damn paperwork.  

Retail clerk--Princess being excited at the prospect of working in a mall, even having a mall again, has me LMAO even as I’m like girl.  No.  You’ll love it ‘til you hate it.  

I didn’t catch Eugene’s job.  But Ezekiel doing animal control kind of cracks me up.  For reasons.  

So.  Essentially Eugene and Princess and Ezekiel got blue collar jobs while Yumiko’s got an invitation to join the upper crust.  

I love Lydia being accepted as part of the community.  About damn time.  

For a second I thought Rosita said what’s left of the horses plural and I was fixin’ to go OH NO.  

This is where I’m at on the Maggie/Negan issue, for better or worse:  Maggie absolutely, IMHO, has earned the right to stay mad at Negan for the rest of her days.  Because Glenn.  Because her little boy was robbed of his daddy.  That said?  I don’t think I have it in me to watch 5 more episodes of this beaten horse antagonistic conversation much less a whole season.  It would be one thing if it hadn’t already stolen valuable and earned screen time from other characters that seem to have been pushed to the periphery to spotlight it like it was the marquee event or something.  I don’t want want 2/3′s of the final season so heavily focused on the conflict between these two when there are so many characters that are already woefully underutilized.  It’s only compelling if it doesn’t become commonplace.  

It’s a sad business having to put down people you know, I’d expect.  Funny, though.  We never knew them so the impact is kind of artificial.  I appreciate the intent of the scene, though.  

Where the hell are all the Walkers coming from?  Like, I thought most of them went skydiving off that cliff without parachutes.  

Judith training the other babies.  If only her parents--every damn one of them--could see her now.  

Gus!  How cool and awesome for him!

ASZ is just full of asshole teens isn’t it?  How dare that little dipshit push our Asskicker down like that and say such hateful things?  To be fair, though, the kid is probably just repeating what he’s heard from others and I’m glad they’re being realistic here even if I don’t like seeing Judith cry.  

Cailey Fleming’s expressive face and eyes!  This kid has my heart, ya’ll.  

That perfectly pretty cake wasted!  LMAO.  Seriously though.  How does a cardiothoracic surgeon end up assigned to work in the bakery?  Yumiko’s reunion with her brother Tomi honestly was on par with what I’d expect from someone seeing the sister they’d long given up as dead.  

Freaky still how the Whisperers choose to herd the dead even without Beta and Alpha.  

Was that the real Stephanie in the scene with the ice cream?  Right under Eugene’s nose while he’s with Fake Stephanie?  They have a connection, ya’ll.  Eugene felt it.  

Okay, though.  I wanted the kids having their first ice cream cones.  If I were Eugene, though, I probably would have inhaled that thing after being deprived for so long.  

The Milton Hotel?  Alrighty then.  Somebody feels self-important.  

Aww.  Eugene’s thinking of Rosita and Coco.  They really have evolved into such a sweet, good friendship and I miss them together.  

Literally, I love Princess more each time I see her and hear her open her hilarious mouth.  LOL at her with the ice cream cone.  

Is everybody in ASZ staying in the same damn house?  Whoever broke the board with Carl’s and Judith’s handprints on it needs an ass kicking.  

“Me, too.”  Welp.  Guess RJ’s already met his line quota per appearance 24 minutes in, LOL.  

Aww.  My heart.  A Rosita/Judith scene.  I’m already loving it but not gonna lie.  Who do we have topay to get a Carol/Judith scene because she’s been there since Judith was an embryo?  

“Now it’s broken.  He’s gone.  Everybody is.”  The way this scene is unexpectedly gutting me right now.  Because Rosita’s right.  It never really gets easier.  It’s just something you figure out how to carry.  How many people devastated by Covid or other illness or tragedy are carrying these same feelings of loss and hurt everyday?  

Give us more of those heartfelt moments, dammit.  This girl at least craves them.  Not the endless Maggie/Negan conflict.  

Ouch.  “I think I haven’t met a Whisperer who wasn’t a liar.”  Damn Aaron.  Lydia’s right there beside you. 

Angry Jerry hurts my heart in ways I cannot explain.  

On a completely shallow note, Miko’s brother is attractive too.  I quite like his accent, lol.  I wonder why he’s so hesitant to put his skills as a surgeon to use.  

“Want some cake?”/”Hell, yes.”  Yumiko=me 99% of the time.  LOL.  Just kidding.  In reality, I have to say no.  

“They clearly got a gym in this joint.  Your chiseling is perfecto.”  LMAO.  I’m all for Princess/Mercer.  She flusters him a little and I’m loving it.  When she told him he had beautiful eyelashes, I howled.  

Oh my sweet Aaron.  I’m in the same kind of pain and disbelief as Lydia watching you interrogate that Whisperer.  

Thank you, Carol.  Melissa McBride?  I effing LOVE you.  My heart hurts.  

I’m sure she’s gonna get hate from the usual crowd while they cheer Aaron further along his dark and desperate path.  Yes.  Ya’ll are *that* predictable.  

But Maggie, though?  How long you gonna wait?  Because you gonna be waiting on Daryl’s ass a long time.  

“Cheesy video guy.” LOL.  Leave it to Princess.  Somehow that Lance dude looks even cheesier in RL.  

By the screaming cave?  What the hell is the screaming cave?  

Ohh.  Next episode actually looks interesting.  Thank goodness it’s not a bottle episode strictly focusing on Virgil/Connie though because no matter how much I like Connie/Lauren?  I don’t think whatever story she’s stuck in with Virgil is enough to keep me riveted to the tv.  

Overall impression of this episode--again, I enjoyed it.  Aaron’s dream was dark AF.  Hell.  Aaron was dark AF in this episode.  Ross Marquand did some really strong work and I’m glad he finally got a moment to shine even though I hate seeing him leaning into the darkness instead of his inherent goodness.  Judith and Rosita’s scenes were touching.  Carol/Melissa made me bawl in the span of two minutes.  That’s why she’s the MVP of this show, lovelies.  She does so very much with so little.  I’m just glad we didn’t have to see Leah and her band of bitchass brothers this episode.  

I’m going to miss this show when it’s gone.  At least I’ll have the Carol and Daryl spinoff off to ease my heartache.  

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons

[echo-three-one]

Chapter 27

Who's still reading this? Have fun!

CW : character death (This spoils a lot I'm sorry but I have to put it.)

THE ROAD SO FAR

Previous Chapter : What's behind door number two?

Staying in Shape

John Price

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland

It has been almost three days since the culmination of the New York Attack and most of his contacts regarding Nero and Shepherd's movements were quiet. He was getting anxious to step back into the fight, but without sufficient intel, or even better weapons, they couldn't do anything.

Price scanned the room, everyone else started to pair up with each other, a dynamic he expected to happen anytime soon. With all the challenges they've been through, finding love within each other was inevitable. And Price was fine by that. Heck, when he was younger, he had his fair share of romance during missions.

With the thought of Nero and Shepherd resurfacing any moment soon, Price devised a plan, to keep his crew in shape and always prepared to deploy as soon as sufficient intel is presented.

With the help of Jack, they created a training and endurance exercise schedule, where the soldiers, including Price himself, would follow to still continue to stay in shape and prepared for battle. They asked permission from Soap who was more than willing to help, an excited grin all over his face.

"I'll help you set up." he said, gaining a nod from the old man.

"France will train at the basement gym." He added and Soap nodded.

From that moment, the team started training, improving their physical abilities and endurance. Weapons training wasn't possible at the moment as they left it all in Brazil.

Jack overlooked the team from afar, Samantha and Maxine were at the gym helping out France's version of the training. They did the regular set of training from standard 141 protocol, using everyday materials in exchange for some of the equipment Soap didn't own. Price also instructed a specific dietary plan for the soldiers instead of just eating whatever they liked.

While on break, the two girls, Samantha and Maxine approached Price with an excited look in their eyes. Priced raised an eyebrow and asked what they were up to.

"Everyone's doing their best and We both wanted to offer our help." Samantha explained as Maxine inserted.

"We'd like to apply as the team's dietician and health consultant. My resumé is that I have vast knowledge in cooking along with their nutritional information." She grinned.

"And Samantha here has little background on tending to physical wounds and pain. You could see how fast Alex's face healed!" Maxine added. Price was more than happy to accept their offer, it goes to show that they were willing to give whatever it takes for the people and cause they cared about.

"Alright. Guess you're both hired." he chuckled as the two cheered and made their way to their respective 'partners', probably out to share the good news.

Wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel, he looked around the main room where everybody was. Jack was by the office, looking up something on the laptop or probably just playing solitaire. Soap and France were at the gazebo, he could barely see them by the angle he's at but he couldn't miss that flashy mohawk.

To his left, he saw Samantha sitting on Alex's lap as she carefully cleaned Alex's bruise, Roach sat on the other end of the sofa, chugging a bottle of Gatorade while Maxine stood behind him, he could barely hear it, but it looked like the newly hired dietician was already lecturing him about the benefits of said drink, saying the word 'electrolytes' somewhere in the sentence.

He felt proud that this team stood by him ever since he made that choice. He was very grateful that he had someone whom he shared common goals with.

"Price. It's for you." Jack called from the office, causing him to immediately get up and answer the call.

"Aye, this is Price. Got anything for me?" he muttered.

"John. Looks like your friend is on the move." Kate Laswell spoke on the other end of the line, her voice was authoritative as always.

"Which one?" he chuckled, it was about time he received some news.

"Shadow Company. Looks like they're brave using the same car again. Same plate and all." she informed, giving Price the last route they went before going cold once again. It led them to an empty warehouse just by the docks.

"Just what are these bastards up to…" he muttered.

"I have no idea. Think you'll do recon? It doesn't strike as a threat to warrant an official team, this leads really calling your name, John."

Laswell hinted. Despite him being out of the force and one of Fbi's most wanted, Kate insisted to use such perk for further trapping the suspicious Shepherd.

"I worked hard forming the 141 and he easily disbands it like it's nothing…" she added, her voice sounded very bitter.

"Now now, Kate. Take it easy. We'll get him. He's bound to fuck up anytime soon. Keep in touch, mkay?" he said as they both said their goodbyes and ended the call.

"A little recon mission won't hurt, right?" he nudged to Jack who grinned proudly at the solitaire victory screen, cards bounced all around the edges of the screen.

John Price found himself unable to sleep. It was either he's actually excited to do some missions or he's too worried about what they're about to discover, what would Shadow Company be up to and what is the quiet Nero planning behind the scenes? His thoughts raced to a dozen possibilities, all calling for drastic measures and sacrifices. He knew he had allies by his side, allies that are always ready to do whatever it takes to fix this mess.

He lazily dragged his feet to get a glass of water in the kitchen, despite being huge, the house was awfully quiet. Too quiet that he could hear every soft rustling from the halls.

He wasn't one to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but hear soft murmuring near MacTavish's bedroom.

"So.. um.. same time tomorrow?" said a low Scottish voice a chuckle followed. It was obviously Soap and Price thought only enemies were doing something behind the scenes.

"You wish.." a female voice giggled.

"But seriously… Thanks for tonight John." she added.

"No problem, Francine. So.. what's stopping you from staying overnight?" he chuckled. Price knew this was wrong but his glass of water was still half full.

"You know that I'd love to… but Maxine also needs me right now. Especially that she's slowly recovering bits and pieces of the past." she reasoned and Price knew it was time to head back to his room quietly.

Maxine Winters

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland

It felt real. She looked around and felt that this was more than just an ordinary dream. The vision was too dark with a small ray of light peeking from the slightly ajar door.

She knew where this was. She liked hiding here, her parent's closet.

She was waiting for Francine to find her, Francine always knew where she hid. But in this certain memory, she wasn't there.

She giggled quietly and hushed herself as soon as the door opened, France was going to find her. But instead, what she heard was her Dad saying words of assurance followed by heavy breathing. She was curious enough to peek through the small opening.

Her dad carried her Mom to the bed, his hands held hers tight, wiping the sweat off her forehead as her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath was labored and her eyes looked tired.

"Hang in there, love. The doctor's on the way." his father assured, making his wife comfortable as they wait for help to arrive.

"I don't think I can make it anymore…" She whispered.

"No no no. Don't do this to me Coraline, don't you want to see our angels grow up?" he sobbed, tears fell on her hands as he kissed it. Maxine remained still, she wanted to cry but she just sat inside the closet, peeking, frozen in a mix of fear and worry.

"I do , Love … but it looks like my body can't make it to that day… I'm sorry…"

"Don't! Please Coraline, stay strong, for me… for the kids…"

"I am… and I know that you know it." she exhaled, panting heavily after the last sentence. Her Dad hugged her until her breathing stabilized, while Coraline weakly raised her hand and hugged him back.

"Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…

Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…

And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you… Francis Maximus Winters." tears fell from her tired eyes. Her dad held her cheek and wiped it off, sobbing as she slowly closed them.

"I'm not sure if I could keep all of those promises… but I will try… I love you Coraline Winters, I always have and I always will, until the time we'll meet again." he muttered. Maxine witnessed it all, the way her father's face frowned when he realized he just lost his wife. It was one of her saddest memories.

~

Maxine gasped and opened her eyes, touching her face as soon as they opened. Tears. She was crying while asleep. She flicked the lamp and looked around her, France wasn't around. Just as she pulled the sheets so she could leave the bed, the door knob slowly turned and a soft creak was heard. It was Francine.

"France!" Maxine gasped and immediately ran to her side, hugging her tight as she began crying. France smelled different, almost masculine, but she didn't mind.

"Max! What happened? Are you okay?" France quickly hugged her, rubbing her back as she quietly bawled out her emotions.

"I saw… " She panted.

"I saw… Mom…"

"Mom died…" She exhaled as Francine escorted her downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm her heart.

"You were in the closet. We were supposed to be playing hide and seek." France muttered as Maxine turned to her.

"Francis… Maximus Winters." she recalled.

"That's dad's name. It's quite long, right? Mom actually liked him because of it." France enlightened, trying to make Max calm down.

"Yeah… is he ?" Max asked.

"Yeah… but he's kinda forgot about us now. Every time we visit he just looks for Coraline."

"Mom."

"Yes."

"He kept his promise." Max said.

"Huh?" France tilted her head.

"Mom's last words. Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…

Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…

And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you…" Max recalled from her dream and as more words were added, France's sobs were louder.

"He… he did them all…" France cried as they both hugged each other. And it was the moment that Maxine remembered what France looked like when they first met, her smile… It was the smile of someone who was finally reunited with her only family, and it was painful how the only ones she could cling to couldn't remember her.

"What's that smell?" Maxine asked as she killed the mood of the sisterly hug. France's face turned red, even in the dimly lit room, Max could tell that she was blushing.

"N-Nothing… I don't smell anything." She laughed nervously.

"I swear I passed by that scent somewhere…" she looked at her suspiciously and laughed, shrugging it off which actually made France relax her shoulders.

"Let's go back to sleep." Maxine invited her sister and they both got back to their room.

Next Chapter : Docked and Loaded

Notification Squad my Beloved

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[candyshua]

It’s a Long Way Home | Chapter 4

Pairing: Joshua x Minghao x Reader

Synopsis: It was dark, and then it was light. You’re finally lucid. After 15 years of not being conscious, you wake up in a desolate and post-apocalyptic earth where infected flesh-eating beings roam the streets. Soon enveloped into a mysterious group of survivors, you consistently wonder who they are. But most importantly, who are you?

Genre: Heavy angst, some fluff here and there

Warnings: Gore, bad language, physical & verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.6k

Throughout the time period of a few weeks, you drifted in and out of consciousness hazily. Joshua and Minghao checked up on you daily, along with Cleo, Margo, Junhui, and of course Seungkwan. You were high on morphine for the majority of the first week, the second week you slept most of the time. The third week is when you started to slowly get better, recuperating with baby steps. The fourth week is when you were again coherent, and most of your bruises and wounds had healed. Of course, there would be some scars that never faded.

Throughout your hazy isolated rendezvous, you had dreamed of many things. You were convinced some of the dreams were memories, but you couldn't remember them. All you could process is that there was a doctor whom you were terrified of.

Now on the fifth week, you decided to contribute to Fort Lockwood. You had gained everyone's trust (even Junhui's) much to your surprise. Today, you were to go back to your assigned house, where you'd live with Cleo and Margo. They welcomed you warmly, for which you were eternally grateful. Everyday, you'd help out just about everywhere, until working with Seungkwan is where you realized you were much more useful than you thought.

Many important bits of knowledge came to your head while helping out various patients, until you realized that you were very educated on the topic of medicine. You knew how to address a wound, what medication to give them, yet you were still frustrated. Where had you learned this?

One night, while walking back from a shift at the community "hospital", Joshua had approached you. You walked in each other's silence quite comfortably, until he broke it. "Are you okay?" He asked, and you knew he wasn't asking about your injuries, or your recent experiences with Seungcheol, he was just asking you if you were comfortable.

"Slowly, memories are coming back to me. I don't know if I'm okay, but I don't think I am." You admitted, the two of you walking down the sidewalk. You reached his house, and he made the notion for you to come in, and you did so quietly. Junhui was passed out on the couch, so the two of you sneaked quietly up stairs. You arrived in his room, which was next to Minghao's (his door was closed which did not surprise you in the slightest). His room was quite plain, the beige walls and king sized bed were the main parts of it. There was a plain wooden dresser, and the floor itself was a tan rug. His curtains were closed (it was a rule to do so at night when a lamp was turned on), but you had a feeling it'd be closed anyway. What grabbed your attention was a picture on his nightstand. It was a framed, old photo, with him and what looked like his mother in front of the Statue of Liberty. You picked up the frame without thinking, while Joshua closed the door. He looked over to you and you smiled shyly, and he didn't know why he smiled so easily around you, but he just did.

You two sat on the floor of his room, legs crossed while you held one of his pillows. He admired the way you leaned on the pillow you head, your cheek squished against the soft material. "Can I tell you a secret?" You questioned, positioning yourself to a more upright pose. Joshua merely nodded. "I-I'm not okay. But no one is, because everybody has lost somebody, but I just lost myself." You admitted, Joshua's intent gaze on you the whole time.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He said, and you nodded just like he did. "I'm really fucking scared, Y/N. I don't know how exactly I became the leader of this place, and I don't know what to do with it. I just want to keep the human race alive for as long as possible. But it's hard when people are trying to kill you, and it's even harder when you kill them. I've done a lot of fucked up shit, but everybody has. Everybody. I'm just afraid that this is it for us - humans - I'm afraid that there will be no more future generations to clean up the mess that was created. I'm just so scared." Joshua rambled, his brown eyes sad and intent while his soft voice said all the words that made him more likable. You looked up into his eyes, those beautiful brown orbs swimming with many unreadable emotions. You swallowed.

"I'm scared too. I'm getting to know myself, all while comprehending the fact that I killed people when I could've solved it differently, but I killed them." You said, eyes distant and empty.

"We have all killed. Even the kids here have, it's what you do to stay alive. The first person I killed was my mother." He said, those words hanging in the air. You sucked in a sharp breath, letting him continue.

"She was bitten. I shot her before she could turn. This was about six months in, and a part of me still isn't over it. It's a miracle that I've survived three whole years in this mess, but I stayed alive for her. So her death wouldn't be another meaningless end to a sad unlucky life." He explained.

"You've managed to stay a good person throughout all of this. I think that's why you're the leader of this place," You began abruptly, "because you're genuine. Your intentions aren't malicious, you aren't power hungry nor evil. You're a good human being, and that's why you're still alive. It may seem like the evil people rule this world now, or those infected things, but if you manage to stay a good person you're stronger than other those other evil bastards. You're strong, Josh."

He gave you a small but authentic smile, and you returned it shyly. You were glad that you came across a person like Joshua throughout this horrendous confusing life, because with him you felt a little less lost. "I should get going." You muttered, standing up. But Josh reached up to your wrist and held it, looking up at you with hooded, tired eyes.

"Stay." He almost pleaded, so you sat down next to him immediately. You wanted to stay anyway.

-

You didn't realize how long you two had been talking until it started to get a little lighter outside. You told Joshua everything that you could remember, from waking up in the city to your experiences with Seungcheol. You talked about your memories, showed him your scar, and tried to figure out what your memories meant with him. But in between those heavy topics, lighthearted ones bloomed peacefully. You'd share the occasional giggle with him, along with playful banter. It felt like you had known Josh for years, and he felt the same. His heart felt light when talking to you, which was quite odd. Even when talking to his best friends, the stress of responsibility weighed him down. But when talking with you, he forgot all of his troubles in the world. His undivided attention was focused on you, and you only.

"Have we been talking for that long?" You giggled, and he nodded with a light frown on his face. You heard the door of Minghao's room creak open, to which you looked at Joshua confusedly.

"He gets up at dawn, and goes and works out in our gym." Joshua explained, and you nodded. "If you want to sleep, go ahead. I don't get much sleep anyway, so this won't affect me much."

"I don't get much sleep either, to be quite honest." You admitted, so you walked downstairs with Josh and started making breakfast with him. "What are the plans for today?" You asked while Joshua was frying eggs.

"Since you're kind of weak from all of your injuries, Minghao is going to train you today, since he just wants you back in shape. When you finish eating, head over there ASAP."

"'ASAP?'" You questioned.

"As soon as possible." Joshua chuckled, and you nodded innocently.

-

To be quite honest, you needed to get back in shape. You became soft after five weeks of doing absolutely nothing, and softies didn't survive in this world. "Hey Minghao." You greeted, walking into their "gym" casually. It was merely the basement of their "hospital" with punching bags, various equipment, and some mats.

"Mhm." The preoccupied Minghao responded. He was sprinting on a treadmill, his harsh eyes completely focused on the task at hand.

"It's Y/N. I'm here for 'training'." You further explained, which caused him to realize that it was you, and then turn off the treadmill.

"Hi."

"Hey! How are-"

"I'm so sorry." Minghao interrupted, which only made you chuckle lightly.

"I know, and I forgive you. We've been over this many times." You responded, with a warm grin plastered on your face.

"I'm such a pussy. I shouldn't have ran, it was selfish of me. I only ran because I needed to get more people so we could come and save you, Y/N. I would never run solely to save myself-"

"I know." You sarcastically said, already exhausted.

-

Within 15 minutes of your training session, you were burnt out. But, Minghao was merciless. He pushed you until you physically couldn't move, and the moment you could you were back on your feet.

You worked on your fighting, your stamina, and your overall strength. You lifted weights, ran for what felt like hours, swung at the punching bags mercilessly, and now it was time to face off with him. "Please go easy." You huffed.

Minghao couldn't help but find you incredibly cute. Whenever he trained, he became serious, strict, and quite mean. You were no exception, but your cuteness definitely challenged him. "No." He spat, and you rolled your eyes.

To be fair, you held up a good fight. It took Minghao a good fifteen minutes to pin you to the ground, and even then you still fought. You struggled underneath his tight grip, his legs sprawled across you so you couldn't kick him. "Ughhh!" You groaned, which resulted in a slight smirk on Minghao's end.

He lied next to you on the mat you just fought on, breathing slightly quicker than usual. He was barely fazed, unlike you, you were a glistening sweaty mess whose breathing could not slow down. Suddenly, a pang reverberated through your head. You closed your eyes, knowing what exactly was about to happen.

"You need to learn all of these things, Y/N, so you can survive when you're down there." Your father explained while you were hunched over, hands on your knees.

"I know, Dad. I'll try harder." You promised, and the both of you knew that your promises were sacred. You continued to fight with your father, until you managed to flip him over when he attacked you. He landed with a loud thud, but he showed no sign of pain.

"Good job, Y/N!" He encouraged, and you wore a genuine smile after succeeding. Smiling was a rare occasion, so your dad savored the moment. He savored every moment with you, because you were the most important thing to him. He loved you, and he made sure you knew that while you still could.

You were sixteen, and at that age you were a desperate and curious soul. You would indulge in books about medicine, human anatomy, and much more. Learning is what kept you sane, along with your dad.

"One more round, Y/N." Your father demanded, and you nodded and got back up. He loved you so much, and you would never remember how much he did.

"Oh my god." You said breathlessly, holding your head in a hunched over position. Minghao's worried face was actually quite cute, and he held you trying to calm you down. Each time you remembered something, the pain was less severe. "Minghao...I think I know why I can fight. My father taught me." You mumbled, while Minghao furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

"My father. He trained me how to fight, so I could survive while I'm 'down there'." You explained.

"What?"

"My exact thought." You responded. Was "down there" here? Why was earth down? Where were you at that time?

"Y/N, your memories will come back slowly. But eventually, all of your questions will be answered." Minghao said with an insightful tinge to it. A few moments of comfortable silence passed until Minghao spoke up again. "Y/N," He began, "why'd you tell me to run? Why did you save me, instead of yourself?"

"Because, people need you. You're important. I'm not." You muttered, shrugging casually. You soon felt his hands on your shoulders, long, calloused fingers and a large palm. He forced you to face him, his brown eyes boring into your irises, while he clenched his jaw tightly.

"You're important to me." He stated, his words leaving a thick tension in the air. "Don't ever pull shit like that again, I was worried sick about you."

"But you barely knew me." You argued, which was quite true.

"People who go out of their way to save my life are automatically important to me. You have saved me twice now, and I owe you just about everything. I'm sorry if I'm a jerk at times, it's just who I am, but don't ever doubt your importance."

His gaze was intense, and you - a naturally dominant person - felt vulnerable under his dominant eyes.

"Minghao," You muttered, "who are you?"

He sighed. He knew he owed it to you, you had to know who exactly he was. You deserved to know the horrible things he had done, because he knew that you enjoyed his company, but usually nobody ever does once they find out the truth.

You had learned that his parents were Chinese immigrants, so he was fluent in the language. You had also learned he had a girlfriend he was engaged to when the outbreak began, and he watched her turn because he was too scared to save her. "I just stood there, frozen, as the love of my life died right in front of me." Is what he had said specifically.

He also told you about what that had turned him into. After the death of his girlfriend, he became a monster. He killed survivors, stole their supplies, and continued to live on his own.

That was until one night, when Joshua, Junhui, and Seungkwan weren't important figures but mere struggling survivors, came across Minghao in a house on Lockwood Street. He had begged for them to kill him, because he was horrible, he was a monster, worse than the infected. He was a fucking monster.

But they refused. And slowly, Minghao unwound his past to them, thinking he was horrible. But he changed, and slowly he got over the love of his life, and he built Fort Lockwood with them, and two women they met along the way.

He expected you to hate him, and spit on him like you did with Seungcheol. Instead, you hugged him. "I'm glad I saved you." You whispered in his ears, the soft echoes of your voice making the hairs on his neck stand up straight.

"When you're lost, you let yourself go. You lose all sense of who you are, and I never exactly had one in the first place. But if it weren't for you and your group, who knows what would've happened? You don't need my forgiveness, nor your victims' forgiveness as well. You need your own, Hao." You stated sagely, giving him a spontaneous new nickname.

He was taken aback by how wise your words were, and how much he needed them. You were completely right, and it surprised Minghao to no end. Instead of dwelling over your words, he got back up.

"We need to continue training," He said, but he did that for selfish reasons. He needed you to get back in shape, so that you could protect yourself again. He needed you to survive.

He just needed you.

#the8 #joshua #the8 x reader #joshua x reader #the8 angst #the8 smut #the8 fluff #joshua angst #joshua smut #joshua fluff #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #xu minghao #minghao #hong jisoo #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong #seventeen joshua #seventeen the8 #the8 seventeen #joshua seventeen

[something-in-the-seas]

High School AU

Have I done this before? I don’t even care lmao. 

Fontaine is definitely the guy who sells weed in the back of school. He makes a mini drug empire and rises up to become one of the top dogs in school only after a few months of transferring. Ryan, who’s head of the student council, is not happy at all. 

Ryan’s on the golf team while Johnny, another transfer student, is the leading quarterback on the football team.

Ryan read Atlas Shrugged once and thinks he’s the foremost expert in objectivist same with Lamb reading the Communist Manifesto. So many pretentious arguments in class are started and the election is AWFUL. 

Fontaine/Lamb/Ryan’s campaigns are wild AF and they all play so dirty. Grace and Alexander, the former’s on the choir, is the manager for Lamb, Tenenbaum is Fontaine’s, and Sinclair is Ryan’s. Cohen makes a shout out for Ryan during the school plays, rumors are thrown by Sinclair that Lamb’s little sister, Eleanor, eats gum off the playground, and Fontaine starts drama about Ryan getting Jasmine, the head cheerleader, pregnant. 

Jack is still a grown ass man. Tenenbaum and Suchong were going to use him to win the science fair but they both wanted the credit and so drama broke out. He’s mistaken for being an older brother and he’s right there cheering at Ryan’s speech. 

Elizabeth is a transfer student from the rival school Columbia and her dad, Booker, is the new gym teacher. He is hungover 99% of the time but everyone loves him because he just gives no fucks. Everyone may or may not have a crush on him, but Liz is embarrassed to know him. Sex Ed from him is something... 

Daisy is the Latin teacher who hates Fink and everybody goes to her to talk shit about him. She lives for drama.

Jack was conceived at prom after Ryan ditched Diane for Jasmine halfway through. 

Atlas is just Fontaine’s ‘twin’ brother who transfers after Fontaine’s expelled and continues to start shit. Diane dates him as revenge on Ryan. 

Porter’s the sweetest guy ever and head of the robotics team. He lost his long-time girlfriend Pearl in a car accident and he’s still so in love with her. His locker has a bunch of pictures of her and notes she wrote to keep him going. 

Alexander is also on the robotics team and he’s smitten with Lamb. He’s part of her entourage with Grace and Wales and sticks notes in her locker for Valentine’s Day but she throws them out. 

Stanley is on the school newspaper and while he’s off to get scoop on Sinclair, he’s paid twenty dollars by Sinclair and Ryan to infiltrate Lamb’s group and get information. He later fuels a rumor of Eleanor doing her homework. 

Eleanor and the other little girls are part of the Little Sister system where the neighbor elementary school first grade class get a senior buddies. Johnny is Eleanor’s and they’re best friends. She likes to go over his house when her dad and Lamb are being too much and they watch Disney movies together. She also likes to watch him play video games with his friends. 

Grace would also die for Eleanor. She brings her candy is the big sister she always wanted to have. 

Tenenbaum befriends the Little Sisters and they help her in the lab. Fontaine’s ready to use them for his dealings but she finally leaves him. She volunteers at their elementary school. 

Fink teaches Economics and everyone fucking hates him. He is such an asshole who plays favorites and then also tries to make anyone he doesn’t like fail. Only Ryan, Sinclair, and Fontaine do well in that class because they’re just as ruthless as him. Lamb barely passes and Liz gets an F but that’s changed to an A when Daisy and Booker go in after school to kick his ass. 

Wahl is that asshole who takes credit for Porter’s inventions but everybody hates him. 

Robert and Rosalind teach chemistry/psychics and they’re both sick of Julie and Tasha making out in the labs. Still, they love fucking with everybody’s head and getting the students pissed. 

Stanley is in love with Johnny and he’s always writing fanboy articles titled things such as: JOHNNY TOPSIDE DOES IT AGAIN! WHY WE LOVE HIM! or THE HERO OF RAPTURE HIGH JOHNNY TOPSIDE! Sadly for him, Johnny never reciprocates, but he’s still nice to him. 

Sinclair is a dweeb who still wears those suspenders and the fanny pack. No one likes him but Ryan keeps him around anyway because he’s got some pull in the school. Also, he's shady as hell. Johnny later becomes his only friend and probably the first person he’s ever cared about. Johnny, Eleanor, and he become a trio and she then gets two big brothers.

They’re later found making out by Wales in the bathroom during prom and he rants about the sins of lust. 

Ryan goes to prom with Jasmine for senior prom, Atlas goes with Diane, Tasha and Julie are dates, and Bill goes with Elaine. He’s so done with Ryan’s drama, he’s such a nice guy. Fontaine and Tenenbaum went together for junior prom but they hated it. 

Jack and Booker are the chaperones. 

Ryan and Atlas brawl for Prom King just like he and Fontaine did for Homecoming King, but Johnny won that one. Porter wins, though, the Prom Queen is Pearl posthumously. 

Tasha and Julie have a rivalry going on but everyone knows they’re gay as hell. Tenenbaum has to watch everyday their shit-talking eventually turn in to a make-out session while she’s working after school in the lab. 

Cohen is that weird ass theatre kid. You know, that guy. 

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock infinite #highschool au #andrew ryan #frank fontaine #sofia lamb #jasmine jolene #augustus sinclair #johnny topside #stanley poole #charles milton porter #pearl porter #jack ryan #jack wynand #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #brigid tenenbaum #gil alexander

[xxreadersxx]

Longer story in which reader doesn't like when people touch her or are too loud around her (it's stressful and embarrassing for her) but slowly gets used to her boyfriend's touch. With Iwaizumi and/or Kuroo.

{Uwaah I’m tired! I somehow managed to write this haha! I made it more of an everyday experience with Iwa-chan~! I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!!}

My quiet morning walk changes for the worst when I turn onto the road that leads to my new school. Gulping the remaining saliva in mymouth, I began my decent down the road, my destination: the school that isbrand new to me. It wasn’t my idea to start my second year at Aoba Johsai, butmy family decided the school was cheaper to attend than the one I previouslywent to. I was nervous, but I was determined to make it work. Plus, it wasn’tlike I didn’t know anyone at Aoba, I do have a boyfriend here after all.

Walking through the large gathering of student bustlingabout and chatting with each other, I tried my best to avoid any unwantedcontact. Scurrying over to the left-hand side of the front gate, I pulled outmy phone to re-read the messages Iwaizumi sent me. Passing a few buildings, andwalking through the courtyard, I found myself in front of the volleyball gym.

“Oh~? Is that (F/n)-chan I see?” Oh no…not now. I turnquickly, seeing the unmistakable sight of a certain brunette running towards me.My mind freezes, and I become unable to move. I didn’t want a scene, but withOikawa, that thought was shattered. Now he’s only about three feet from me, butmy legs feel like rocks, and my arms are frozen in front of my chest.

“I haven’t seen you in years~” He yells, reaching out,undoubtedly to give me an unwanted hug.

“You’re still as cute–ack!” Then his body is suddenly pulledbackwards, and he half falls backwards, a figure catching him under thearms. Oikawa looks up and his face pales. My boyfriend, the volleyball captain’s best friend, and ace, wasthe one holding him by the collar.

“I-Iwa-chan! That’s mean! I was just trying to say ‘hi’ to anold friend!” He tries to reason, but Iwaizumi’s brows were furrowed, and hismouth turned down in a frown.

“No. You know they never liked being touched, even if youare an old friend. Besides, I would appreciate it if you didn’t try anythingfishy with my girlfriend.” He gets quiet at the end, only loud enough forOikawa and I to hear. My face gets hot. Oikawa chuckles.

“Fair enough!” He says, putting his hands in the air indefeat. Iwaizumi helps him to his feet. Brushing himself off, he dramaticallybows a bit in my direction.

“Sorry for scaring you!” He says, his voice causing me toflinch, Iwaizumi sighs, and bops his friend on the head. Oikawa makes eyecontact with me, and I wave it off and accept his apology. He stands upstraight again, and we hear the warning bell ring. His face goes pale again,and he starts running towards the gym saying he forgot he had a meeting withthe coach. My boyfriend sighs again, and rest his hands on his hips, shakinghis head towards the back of his team captain, causing me to smile softly. Heapproaches me then.

“Are you ok? Sorry he can be kinda…extra.” He explains,rubbing the back of his neck. I smile, a light giggle escaping my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good, and I remember him, but he seems worse now.” I say, looking towards where he disappeared, I turn back to Iwaizumi. “It’s really nice to see you again.”  

We have been an item ever since the last day of middle school,but it was a little long distant. We both had high school, so we could onlyspend weekends together, but he had practice every free day recently, becauseof the upcoming sports season. He gave a calming smile, and replied. 

“I missed you, too. We should probably get to class. Here, I’llshow you to your class.” He comes up next to me, to walk next to me. Itentatively reached for his larger hand, but my hand shook slightly as itclosed in. Why does this have to be so hard? He’s my boyfriend. I breathed in,and close the gap, grabbing his hand firmly. He jumps a bit at the suddengrip, but then relaxes seeing my concentration face. He chuckles lightly. 

“You don’t have to push yourself. It’s been a while, afterall.” He says, pulling up my hand to look at it. My face gets hot, and I turnaway.

“I-I like to hold your hand. S-so don’t question my actions!” I say,my voice shaking from the amount of effort I had to put into it to make it loudenough for him to hear over the growing crowd.

As if knowing my growingdiscomfort in the increase in humans, Iwaizumi pulls my hand to rest behind hisback, so that he makes a little aisle for me to walk down, free from the occasional brush of the arm or shoulder. I gratefully accepted his help,and walked behind him, only about a foot from his back, watching as our feetmoved in sync. I smiled looking at his back, the muscles just barely visiblethrough the thick fabric. I then look at his hand, noticing how gently he isholding it, and I’m reminded of how much I love this man. My smile grows and Ionly look up when he stops abruptly, causing me to bump into his back. Hechuckles at me and my face gets hot. I pull on his hand a bit, a pout coming tomy face. He just smiles and hands me my printed schedule again.

“Here is your class.” He gestures to the door with my roomnumber on it. He then turns back to me. “I’ll meet you after school at the front gate, ok? Don’tleave without me!” He says, his smile becoming cheerful. I nod, and look at ourhands, still entwined, and frown. I just got used to holding it, now I have tolet go? My hand gets lifted up, and I follow it with my eyes as it rises up toIwaizumi’s lips. He kisses it softly, and whispers. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you hold it anytime you want, ok?” Hesays. I giggle, and pull my hand out, play slapping his shoulder, and helaughs. “Glad your getting comfortable. I’ll see ya later!” He says as he turnsand walks down the hall, presumably towards his classroom. I turn to entermine, and I breathe in, readying myself for the inevitable headache, as I walkin to the noisy classroom.

The day wasn’t too bad. There were some loud guys, andgossipy girls, but luckily, only a few people talked to me. I replied politely,but they quickly left me when they realized I wasn’t exactly sociable. Atlunch, I was sitting at my desk, about to enjoy my packed lunch, when a girlwalks up to the desk in front of mine, and sits down gracefully on the seat,facing me with a smile. A smile appears on my face as if she was using magic. I already remember her name from introductions earlier.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you!” She says, her voice wassoft, and gentle, not at all like the loud students before. I sigh in reliefand respond in kind, smiling. We share our lunch time talking together, and bythe end, I can safely say that she is an acquaintance, but given a few days, Ican tell we’ll be friends.

As the final bell of the day rings, I smile softly, mynerves have stayed nice today. I pack my things up, say a quiet goodbye to mynew ‘acquaintance’ and walk down the hall. All I can think of is how much Iwant to share my good first day with Iwaizumi. I didn’t notice the group ofguys until it was too late. Walking past them, one of the outside guys getspushed in my direction, and next thing I know, I’m sitting on the floor. The hall went silent. Myday was going so well! Why did this have to happen? Tears sprang to my eyes asthe embarrassment set in. I quickly collected my dropped items, I heard somechuckling from the group the kid came from. I forced myself to glare up at them.Their eyes were all on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“(L-L/N)?” I hear from down the hall. I look over thatdirection, and see Iwaizumi running towards me. The chuckles die down, as thegroup of guys realize who is running to my rescue.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He asks, his face covered inconcern. Reaching for some of my fallen items. I rub the tears from my eyes before I respond.

“A-ah..I tripped and fell, it’s ok, I’m ok.” I assure him, afake smile plastered on my face. His brow furrow and he holds a hand out for meto pull me off the cold tiled floor. I gratefully accept it, but immediatelylet go when I’m upright again. He glances over to the group of guys as themurmur behind our backs, casting quick glances towards us. Iwaizumi looks likehe’s about to say something, but I just pull on his sleeve. He takes one lookat my face, sighs, and turns to start walking. I catch up to him and timidlyplace my hand in his, his eyes flicker over to mine, and he clasps his fingersaround my hand. My eyes drift to the floor, watching my feet. As soon as we’reoutside, he pulls me to the side, and we walk over to a secluded shady area. Myface gets hot thinking about being caught alone with Iwaizumi, but then Iremember that it would be better if people knew the two of you were alreadytake. He abruptly sits, and pats the bench next to him. I sit slowly, and lookat him. He smiles and asks how my first day was.

Excitedly, I recall my newfriend, and he smiles at the story. The whole time we exchange how our dayswere, he gently rubs his thumb on the back of my hand. A smile creeps onto myface at this small gesture. I look up to his eyes and notice now that he looksa bit uncomfortable, and is looking at the ground at his feet. I tilt my headto enter more into his periphery.

“Iwaizumi? I-is everything ok?” I ask, squeezing his hand abit tighter. He turns his head towards me, a pained smile on hisface, I swallow. I think I know what this is about. I look around quickly as hesighs, shaking his head that nothing is wrong, and looks back to the ground.Breathing in deeply, I release his hand and instead grab onto either side ofhis face, swiveling it to face me. I then squeeze my eyes tightly, to block outhis surprised expression, and I place my lips firmly on his. It takes him onlya couple of seconds, and then he kisses me back. It was only a quick smooch,but that was my current limit. Pulling away, my face is now burning, and I turnaway from him slightly, and speak again.

“I-I’m sorry that I am this way…but–” I start to say, butmy chin is pulled to face him again. His features are painted with a gentlesmile and his eyes show understanding. My shoulders relax, the tension releasing. I return a smallgrin.

“I know you’re trying. I’m not trying to force you to doanything you don’t want. I’m here for you.” He says, his hand releasing from mychin, and for the first time in all my life, I felt like he released it toosoon.

My face fills with surprise, and he cocks an eyebrow. I smile andshake my head. Grabbing his hand tightly, I stand up and pull him with me. Hechuckles when I tell him he is going to be late for practice, reminding himthat if he was even a tiny bit late, Oikawa would unleash his wrath in the formof verbal picking…again. I’m really looking forward to this new school life, the feeling of excitement from new opportunities to get closer to Iwaizumi. 

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi scenario #iwaizumi fic #iwachan #iwa-chan #oikawa #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #anime x reader #manga x reader #ask box open

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I think he Knows (Episode 19)

Wednesday took forever to come around and even when it arrived the hours dragged by. Declan drove Himself, Tess and I to the gym for training that afternoon, Angus, as per usual was waiting for us at the desk.

"I missed you" I greet him, hugging him tightly

"Ugh, it's been two days, get a room kids" Tess pretends to complain as she pokes me in the ribs

"Where's you bags Princess?" Angus asks me concerned that Ive forgotten them

"In Declan's car, I'll get them afterwards. Can I please be told where we are going?" I beg

"We know where you're going" Tess teases me

"She gets told and I don't? That's not fair" I pout

"I'll tell you when we get to the airport but for now I need you guys to start warming up" Angus tells us and we run off to the mats and start our warm up routine.

Our session goes by slowly but finally it's over, I collect my bags from Declan's car and say my goodbyes to Declan and Tess. She pulls me in tight for a hug

"I'll miss you to the moon and back" She tells me

"I'll miss you more Teresa" I promise her, we pull back from our hug and I see her eyes are filling with tears. Tess never cries unless something is really gets to her. They drive away and we go up to the apartment.

"What time is our flight?" I ask Angus, thinking it's getting late

"7pm, it's a 3 hour flight and there's a time change so we will be arriving at 7pm too" He explains, "Did you pack an extra bag to leave here for when we come back Saturday?"

"Yep and I packed enough underwear to last me a month" I laugh, I always over pack because I fear I'll need something while I'm away from home.

"Medication too?" He asks

"Yep, I got everything, the pill, anti anxiety, aspirin, paracetamol, ibuprofen, multi vitamins, you name it, I packed it" I may be slightly over prepared.

"Ok, shower first and then we go" He says

The airport is busy and we join a long line of passengers checking bags in.

"You've been very patient so I'm going to tell you" Angus says, dragging it out

"Where are we going?" I'm bursting with excitement

"We are going to Del Sol Valley" He announces and I wrap my arms around him, I was secretly hoping we were going to Del Sol Ray, I've heard it's the celebrity capital of the world.

We pass through security and head towards the waiting lounge for first class passengers, a secluded area where they have food, drinks and video games.

"You spoil me" I tell him, filling a bowl with pasta and meatballs

"You're worth it" He assures me as he fills a plate with steamed vegetables, I love at it and just giggle.

We board our flight just after 7pm, taking our seats and watch the safety video. My nerves are starting to kick in as we start taxiing down the runway. Angus grabs my hand and holds it firmly in his.

"Just breathe baby, it will be ok" He tries to soothe me as the plane lifts off the ground

"I don't like this" I whisper to myself, squeezing his hand and shutting my eyes. Tess made me ride the wooden rollercoaster at a theme park over and over a few Summers ago, I was terrified with every dip it took and it was on a track, the plane is just flying through the air a million kilometres from the ground and we are just going up higher and higher until suddenly it stops climbing and levels out. I loosen my grip on Angus' hand, I've probably crushed it out of fear. A stewardess comes through the cabin and offers us champagne and potato chips, this part of flying I like. I let go of Angus' hand and watch him stretch it out

"Did I hurt you?" I ask him worried

"No but you do have a strong grip" He laughs and I blush

"How many times have you been to Del Sol Ray?" I ask

"Too many times to count, I'm thinking of buying a house out here eventually" He says casually as if it's no big deal to purchase property in Del Sol Valley, where the housing prices go into the millions.

We land just after 730, hire a car and drive to our hotel to check in, the receptionist hands us the keycard to the penthouse, a room that can only be described as grand, two bedrooms, both with an ensuite, lounge room, dinning table and full kitchen, it's luxury.  I text Tess to let her know we arrived safely. Angus pops open a bottle of champagne, grabs two flute glasses and carefully pours it into the glasses, handing me one.

"Shall we order room service? Cheseburgers and fries?" He suggests, studying the menu

"Yes please" I say, sipping my champagne.

"Do you want to try out the spa tonight" He asks, cheeky smile spreading across his face

"Where is the spa?" I don't remember seeing it, he draws the curtains and opens the door to the balcony, we step outside and there, sure enough, is a spa on the balcony. The balcony looks out over the whole city, we are the highest building, it's a beautiful sight. Our room service arrives and we sit at the dinning table to eat.

"This place is so huge" I marvel and he smiles at me

"This she's impressed by" He laughs

"Won't Imogen get angry that you've spent so much money on a holiday?" I fret

"Doubt it considering she's the one who suggested bringing you here, don't worry Zo, Immie's not the type to get angry"

"I'm getting tired but I want to get in that spa so badly" I tell him

"We can do whatever you want Princess" He tells me and I run off to find my swim suit, "You won't need it, no-one can see us up here" He calls after me

"Really?" I sound like I don't believe him even though I know that there's no other buildings as high as ours. He walks up behind me, lifts my dress over my head and throws it to the floor

"I promise you, no-one will see us"

Angus fires up the spa and I climb in, the water is pleasantly warm against my naked skin, I watch him climb in and he sits across from me, studying me closely

"You took your pill everyday right?" He asks cautiously

"Everyday, at 10" I confirm

"Very good" He praises me, pulling me over to where he is sitting, "You're beautiful Zoey" He whispers in my ear and I climb on top of him, letting him enter me and I begin riding him slowly, he kisses me deeply.

"Keep it at this pace, I want to take my time loving you tonight" He asks me sweeping my hair to the side and kissing my neck softly. Every move we make is sensual, tender. He runs his fingers over my skin, between my breasts, I feel his thumb circle my nipple and I feel a bolt go through me. I can feel him inside me, getting in deeper with every thrust and a moan escapes my mouth, he smiles at me sweetly.

"I love the noises you make when you're enjoying yourself"

"I love you Angus" I tell him as I lose control and let the pleasure take over me, I come to a rest, hugging him tightly

"Zoey I..."

"I know, I'm just resting and I'll start again in a moment, I'll get you there" I promise him, I go back to building my momentum, moving at a faster pace this time, I watch his face, listen to every moan and feel him explode inside me.

"I was never going to leave you hanging" I tell him laughing and he kisses me softly

"You're a good girl Zoey Green" He praises me.

We climb out of the spa and he wraps a towel around me before grabbing his own. We dry off and crawl into bed together, naked and snuggle into each other

"I like the spa" I say sleepily and I hear him laugh

"I knew you would"

"Thank you for bringing me here" I feel myself drifting off as he strokes my hair softly

"Wherever I am I will always want you with me" He promises

#sims4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 discover university #sims 4 city living #sims 4 get famous #sims 4 get to work #sims 4 cats and dogs #simblr #sims 4 gameplay #taylor swift #wickedwhims

[djinnacekiran]

Task 14 A&B: GETTING TO KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU

Character's Full Name:  Ace Kiran

General Info:

Name Origin:  Ace is apparently Latin, Kiran is Indian

Nickname: None

Does s/he like the nickname? N/A

Birth date: May 31

Place of birth: New York

Ethnic background: Djinn

Religion: None

Degree of religious practice (e.g. orthodox, casual, lapsed):  N/A

Current address: The Institute, Room BO5

Does s/he rent or own? N/A

Brief description of home (apartment, house, trailer, etc.): Cell

Does s/he live with anyone? Kalani Ochoa, Ophelia Azarel, Ryland Matthews

Describe the area in which s/he lives 

(big city, town, rural, other): Island

Is this his/her ideal home and location? No

If not, what would s/he prefer? 

Home decor (check all that apply):__X_ Expensive ___ Inexpensive __ Carefully planned __X_ Comfortable___ Neat ___ Cluttered

When someone walks in, what's his/her first impression? that it’s a cell with a cute guy in it

Pets?__x_ No (why?) ___ Yes | Slaves don’t get pets.

If yes, what kind and how many? Name(s)?  N/A

How important are they? How well are they treated? N/A

Current occupation (include length of time, location, job title): Student / Slave

Job satisfaction (happy, discontent, ambitious...):  Pissed off

Income level: very little accessible but his invested ill gotten gains are earning millions yearly (he gets a small allowance on the island)

Education: Spottty.  Studying Computer Science

Does s/he drive? What kind of car does s/he own, if any? (Make, model, color, age, etc.): Yes.  He owns mostly red and yellow sports cars and motorcycles.  None are currently accessible.

Sexuality (e.g. straight, gay, bisexual, asexual, unsure...): Homoflexible.  

Marital status: Single

If married or currently romantically involved, with whom, and for how long?  N/A

List any significant previous romantic partners: N/A

For current spouse/partner, what does the character call him/her (pet names, nicknames, etc.)? N/A

How did they meet? N/A

Any children (include names, ages, other parent if different from current partner)? N/A 

Describe relationship with each child (if any): N/A 

Physical Appearance:

Height: 5ft 11in

Weight: 155

What is his/her body type (skinny, slim, athletic, curvy, overweight, muscular, etc.)? Athletic

Eye color? Light Brown

Does s/he use glasses? Contacts? Hearing aid? No

Skin tone (pale, ivory, ruddy, tan, olive,

brown, black, etc.): Fair skinned

Any prominent features, freckles/moles/scars/tattoos/

other distinguishing marks? No 

Face shape (round, oval, chubby, thin, long, square, heart-shaped, etc.)?  Square

Whom does s/he most look like (e.g. famous person or relative)? Dylan O’brien

General health (good, excellent, poor...)? excellent

Any chronic conditions? no

Any current health problems? no

How does s/he dress (mark as many as appropriate):

PRICE:_x_ Expensive     _x_ Average    __ Inexpensive   __  Cheap

STYLE:__  Haute Couture  __  Conservative  _x_  Trendy    _x_  Eclectic   __  Business  _x_ Sexy    __  Gaudy    _x_  Casual  __ Sloppy                

Does s/he dress to be noticed? Why? He used to dress to be noticed sexually, now his wardrobe (parent provided) is best described as cute/sexy geek

Any special jewelry? He has been forced to wear a genie bottle necklace

If so, why is it special? His parents are kind of hoping he’ll be claimed by a master who will get dispensation from the administration to force him to live in it, furthering his punishment.

Other accessories: no

Grooming:___ Every hair in place, very neat (Why?) _x__ Average grooming___ Clean but sloppy___ Unkempt (Why?)

Hairstyle (long, short, crewcut, locs, bangs, side-part etc.): short

Natural hair texture (thick, thin, wiry, smooth, wavy, curly, nappy, etc.): wavy

Current hair texture (if different from above):N/A

Natural hair color:Brown

Current hair color (if different from above): N/A

Speech and Communication:

Pace (does s/he talk fast, average, slow?): fast

Accent or dialect, if any: indistinct american though he can adjust to any local accent/dialect

Voice tone (shrill, high, average, deep, squeaky, hoarse, harsh, authoritative, cultured, etc.): seductive

Any favorite/habitual words/phrases or curse words? no

Describe general vocabulary or speech pattern (e.g. educated, precise, pretentious, average, childish, uneducated, vulgar…): average with a cheeky/sarcastic/flirty/rude edge

Mannerisms/demeanor?_x__ Cool/confident__x_ Volatile/moody___ Nervous/fidgety/shy___ Other?

Typical posture:___ Stiff and rigid___ Stands straight but not stiffly_x_ Average, varies with mood___ Slumped and defeated___ Slouchy, careless___ Relaxed___ Other

Gestures:___ Doesn't gesture much__x_ Deliberate and controled ___ Only when excited/upset ___ Most of the time_ __ Wildly/weirdly

Common gestures (e.g. nail-biting, hair patting, drumming fingers, clenched fists, hands in pockets, etc.): none

Everyday Behavior/Habits:

Finances: prudent/cautious, average w/some debt, lives paycheck to paycheck, deep in debt, criminal activity, etc.): Spends a lot but invests wisely and often gets others to pay

Describe any personal habits, e.g. smoking, drinking, drugs, gambling, etc. Are any of these addictions? Lots of drinking, not addicted

Morning Routine:  Describe the character's morning rituals. Who else is sleeping in the same bed? What time does he/she wake up? Is he/she cheerful in the morning? What wakes him/her up -- alarm, spouse/lover, kids, pet? What does he/she do during breakfast-read, watch tv, feed kids, etc. :  He sleeps alone in his cell bed but with his roommates nearby naturally.  He’s not a morning person unless sex is involved.  Routine is:   Get up, shower, hit on a guard/piss off a guard, breakfast

Afternoon/Workday: Now describe the character's workday or afternoon behavior. Does s/he work outside the home? How does he/she get there? Does he/she anticipate, dread, resent the work ahead? Does s/he give the job genuine attention and effort? Does s/he enjoy this work? Is s/he good at this job? What would he/she rather be doing? How long and hard is the work day? : He goes to class and is generally surly about that.  

Does s/he stop for lunch? Where? Cafeteria unless he can get someone to buy him lunch

Dinner: Does s/he eat at home or go out a lot? If the latter, what is/are his or her favorite restaurant(s)? At home, who prepares the meal? Who does he/she eat it with? What does it typically consist of? What goes on during dinner -- tv, conversation, fighting, reading, etc? Who cleans up?  He eats at the cafeteria unless he can get someone to buy him dinner

Evening: What does your character do on a typical evening? Where? With whom? How much does he/she enjoy it? What is the ideal evening for him or her?:  Homework or reading.  He hangs out in the gym or the bars when allowed.  At a bar, he hits on masters and tries to get free drinks.

Bedtime: Does he/she go to bed at a consistent time? Alone or with someone else? Does s/he usually fall asleep right way, or is s/he an insomniac? Does he/she dream -- a lot, a little, never? Are most of his/her dreams scary, pleasant, sexual, imaginative? Are there any recurring dreams? Does s/he sleep well or poorly (e.g. tossing & turning)?:  he goes to bed around midnight and usually falls asleep quickly.  His dreams tend to be either sexual or fantasies about messing with people.  He sleeps alone unless he’s with a master.  He prefers to sleep with a master.

Skills/Talents: What is s/he particularly unskilled at? He’s most skilled at hooking marks on fantasies and then fucking them their lives up once he’s done getting what he can from them.

Any hobbies (sports, arts, collecting, gaming, etc.):  Hooking marks on fantasies  / sex

#theinstitutetask

[spideycents]

B-Roll // Shawn Mendes - 5: sound speed

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Michael's still asleep when I come back. I don't wake him. I sit and eat in silence while I read on my phone.

When a couple PAs and casting assistants start setting up for check-in, I take that as my cue to go set up at one the lighted mirrors that are on two folding tables for the hair and makeup people.

I bump Michael's chair with my foot and he groggily lifts his head and I gesture to check in before walking away.

I'm really glad the production's taken the liberty of putting bar-height director's chairs in front of each mirror because I completely forgot to bring my own.

A few other makeup and hair people arrived while I wasn't paying attention and already set up their things, so I find an empty mirror on the makeup side and open my bag.

I lay out my pallets and brushes and a battery-powered electric razor for the idiot men who think they don't have to shave to play high schoolers or who just expect makeup to shave them when they get here. I made a checklist so I wouldn't forget to bring any of my makeup and tools. I should've added a chair.

By the time I'm ready, the first few extras have been checked in and are filling out their paperwork so I sit in the chair at my mirror and pull out my phone.

"I don't think I've seen you around before."

I look up and a redhead woman at the mirror on my right is glancing at me while she cleans a blush brush.

"Is this your first production?" she asks.

"For crew, yeah," I nod. "I used to do extras work."

"Oh okay," she nods. "For how long?"

"A couple of years," I say.

"So you know how this goes then?" she smirks.

"Yeah," I chuckle kinda awkwardly. "This isn't my first rodeo."

"Well," she shrugs one shoulder. "It's a different kind of rodeo..." She trails off and we both laugh lightly.

"Yeah, I guess it kind of is." I agree, then add, "but it's okay. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting myself into."

"You probably do," she nods and sets down her brush. "My name's Sarah, by the way."

"Lyla," I hold out my hand and she shakes it. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," she says. "If you do run into any trouble or have any questions or anything, don't hesitate to ask. I've been doing this for...seven years now." She hesitates before saying seven, probably counting the years in her head. "So I should have an answer for anything you might want to ask."

"I'll be sure to remember that. Thank you," I smile kindly.

Before Sarah or I can say anything more, Angela, the head of the makeup department, comes over and welcomes us to the production and gives us the rundown of the kind of looks we'll be doing today. It's just everyday makeup for high schoolers so we can and color to some people and even out skin tones and cover blemishes and bags under eyes and make everyone look youthful and awake.

Before she leaves, she hands us our paperwork and tells us where to go to check in every morning and that the PAs can wrap us out at the end of every day.

We have a few more minutes before the first extras wander over, so Sarah and I sit and chat while we fill out our I-9s. We talk about different productions we've done, our favorites and the worst sets we've ever been on. We laugh about set mom's and how they're literally some of the worst women on the planet. We keep talking through the first extras until we get distracted working and the occasional extra strikes up a conversation with us.

I don't get many talkative people. Michael is okay'd by another person down the line, but swings by my chair to get me to even out his skin and brighten his eyes.

He obviously doesn't shut up once while he's in my chair, which thankfully sets some kind of example to everyone else and people start to talk to me more. I meet lots of lovely people who'll hopefully come back to me tomorrow. I'd like to start making some friends. That would be cool.

Julie-Anne is snatched by Sarah while I'm working on covering the neck tattoos of a man who looks like he's in his 30s, but told me he's booked as a student. She asks Sarah about her day and her life as a makeup artist so I don't interrupt them or talk to her until she gets up to leave, then I make a gremlin face at her and she pulls one back.

"There are so many kids today," Sarah exclaims beside me. She puts her hand on her forehead, over her eyes, and scans the line stretching across the gym. "It never ends."

Of course it does, but she's not exaggerating by much. It does seem like they grabbed every available extra between the ages of 16 and 25. The line for makeup and hair mixes into the costume line so it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. Both lines are at least 50 people deep. When the single file line bunches up into groups, it makes it seem like even more people.

It's really weird to hear Sarah call them "kids." I think she's in her late 20s, maybe early 30s, but I'm just out of college. I'm the same age as a lot of the extras and I look younger than most of them.

"At this rate," Kevin, the head of extras makeup, chimes in. "We'll be here until lunch."

"Don't say things like that," I cringe. "I'm fragile." And also now determined to be the first person done and to get through this line as quickly as humanly possible.

I know I just had breakfast, a surprisingly good breakfast, but I really want some food right now.

Just give me a piece of bread.

Or an apple.

Or a stick of gum.

Or an ice cube.

I'll eat anything. I'm so fucking hungry.

I credit my stomach for why we finish the last person half an hour later. The second I finish cleaning up my station, I make a beeline for the crafty table.

Both Julie-Anne and Michael are gone to set, so maybe I should grab some snacks for them before the wave of extras comes back and empties the place...

I should.

Michael'll hate me if all the gummies are gone later and he finds out I could've swiped him the whole box.

I grab a few bags for him, some crackers, and the good Quaker Oats granola bars.

Hopefully, that's enough...

Fingers crossed they don't kill me.

I hide their snacks in my backpack then go back to make myself a PB&J.

Peanut butter and jellies are a godsend. I've literally never had anything more delicious in my entire life. This is so fucking good. I might cry.

"Lyla!"

I'm mid-bite, my cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk, but I instantly look up at Kevin.

His eyes widen, but I'm too hungry to be embarrassed.

"We have to go to set." He gestures for me to follow after him. "Touch-ups."

My eyes bulge. How the fuck did I forget about touch-ups?!

I look at the half-eaten sandwich in my hands. Should I just pitch it?

"Bring it with you," Kevin shouts. "Hurry up."

I take a massive bite so there's not much sandwich left, then rush over to my mirror, grab my see-through makeup bag that has all my stuff packed back into it, sling it over my shoulder so it crosses over my chest, and speed walk after Kevin.

He's holding open the back door of the gym, waiting for me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I hurry through and he lets it fall shut behind us.

"It's okay," he huffs. "It's not like we've got places to be or anything?"

I duck my head slightly. "Sorry."

He rolls his eyes. "Have you ever done this before?"

I shake my head.

"Jesus take the wheel," he mutters under his breath.

"But," I almost shout and instantly lower my volume. "I have been on sets before and I know the job. I know what to do."

Kevin raises an eyebrow. "If you insist."

We follow the arrows pointing to set around the school, toward the main entrance. We head for video village where the rest of the makeup and hair people are camped off to the side, but still in view of some monitors. Most of them are either already sitting in lawn chairs or setting them up.

Gah, I really need to remember to bring one with me tomorrow.

"Second team rehearsal!" The first AD shouts.

I chill with Sarah and finish eating my sandwich while they walk through the scene. From what I can see, all the extras look okay right now and no needs touch ups yet, since they literally just got their makeup done.

"Thank you, second team," the first AD calls. "First team coming in."

I watch as the cast makes their way to their marks. They're all split up right now, with their character's friend groups.

"Picture's up!" The AD shouts and it's echoed by the PAs

Zendaya is talking very animatedly with Tony Revolori while they cross the sidewalk toward the flagpole. I see Lana Condor weaving between people with a drink in hand. I don't recognize a fair number of cast members, but I'm fairly positive most of them are day-players. They're all followed closely by their hair and makeup teams.

"Last looks!" The AD, again.

Kevin hops up to go do checks with the day-players and Sarah clicks her phone shut and gets up so I follow behind her.

We make our way toward Zendaya and Tony's friend groups and double check that they're makeup is good. Which, of course, it is.

I bump into someone tall while we make our way back to video village.

"Sorry," I say quickly, flustered.

"Sorry," a man says at the same time, but neither of us stops moving so I don't see his face.

The morning goes by fairly quickly and smoothly. We spend five hours shooting this one scene of all of the students going into school in the morning. There are multiple angles and choreographing over 100 people milling around a small area in specific patterns requires quite a bit of maneuvering.

"Cut! Moving on!" The AD yells eventually.

After a brief pause for what I can only assume is someone checking the time and deciding whether or not they want to start the next scene or break for lunch, someone, I'm not sure who yells:

"That's lunch!"

To say there's a bit of a stampede is a gross understatement.

The PAs are screaming at the background to stop before they take them back to holding.

Sarah and I laugh to ourselves about the madness while we walk over to crew catering. I have to run to the bathroom and, thanks to a line outside the trailer, by the time I come back she's gone off to eat and most of the food has been picked clean.

I manage to snag some stuff I know Michael and Julie-Anne will appreciate and get myself a salad, another sandwich, and a cup of ice water then go back into the gym to eat with them.

"Thanks for saving my chair," I say as I set my plate and drink down on the table and move my backpack and some of Julie-Anne's things to the floor.

"No problem," she smiles.

It feels like Michael waits for me to take just one bite of my food before quickly asking me what I know he's been dying to know since we broke for lunch.

"Did you see Shawn?"

"Nope," I say.

"So he didn't say anything to you?"

"Nope."

"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do about this bland ass chicken?!"

I shrug. "Go find Shawn and tell him about it."

Michael makes a face. "I don't wanna."

Julie-Anne's gaze ping-pongs between both of us. Her eyebrows are knit together and her mouth is slightly agape.

"Did I miss something?" she asks.

Michael's head whips to face her, his eyes ablaze while the corners of his lips turn up. "Have we got a story for you..."

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If any of you have any suggestions for people to cast in my pretend movie, let me know cause I have a few ideas but who doesn’t love a healthy dose fan service

#b roll #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes story #shawn mendes fic #mendes army #shawn #mendes #shawn peter raul mendes

[duchess-of-weirdness-blog]

The last time I pour my heart out.

The last time I pour my heart to another human being was today. If you refer to my post right before this one you will be caught up to speed.

I didn’t want to risk something so real ( or what I felt was real) turned out to be a lie. I wrote everything I could to try to ask this guy to think for himself. Going into a marriage with someone you don’t even know and will never love? Sounds sounds absurd to me. I was in a place were we became best friends just the distance killed us. I planned to meet him next month. He dropped a bomb on me… below I’m sharing the long text letter that I sent him. I am sharing this becuase my pain might help someone else not to make the same mistake. Don’t long distance date. If you are interracially dating please make sure you are not with a coward. Make sure that you are with someone who would stand up to every system.. every person to fight for you like you would do for them. Everyone is not that strong and will use you for their selfish needs.

( my open heart below )

Sourabh… Please only read this when you are alone…

This is some of the worst pain that I ever felt. I was so open and honest with you from the beginning about everything. I feel like everything you ever said to me was a lie. I understand that we are in two different places. I also know it’s a new world how can you follow old traditional views.. that you told me you didn’t even follow. What we had was so genuine and real. I know if we could have met up things would be different. Not knowing if we could have been something more is what feels like it’s killing me inside. I couldn’t even sleep… I couldn’t eat. Just like trying to keep busy working on my projects.. it’s crazy how if I got to send a message you pop up first because you were my most contacted person.  You went from telling me good morning everyday to just silently leaving me. I’m writing a lot because writing is like my therapy and I gotta get it all out. It is possible to survive in this world with two totally different people. You don’t have to be the same ethnicity or religion to really love someone. 😑 love is love or like.. whatever and it should happen naturally not forced.. Not because someone said. We talked about this so I really feel like this hurt was done on purpose. You did everything to heal my heart just to break it again.  That’s the most fucked up shit I ever felt in my life bro… Then you tell me to give you time like there’s even a chance of hope for me and you. I know that there isn’t any hope. I never got to hug you talk to you.. or do any of that fun stuff like showing you around California and going to concerts like we talked about.  I hate when I get a message on whatsapp now because it’s never you. How could you call someone your best friend and just abandon them & their emotions? Trust me I know how important family is and how they can have a influence on you. You should man up and do what you really want to do. I really wish we could have met in person. It’s different.. like if we would have met & it didn’t work out fine… but now it’s like we never got the chance to try… I can’t go from having all these feelings for you to going into the friend zone. If I’m taking the time to write all this and get everything in the open I hope that you can see how much I really did care. My emotions don’t lie… I felt it so strong and asked you if there was someone else… you just asked me why I always thought so negative. It wasn’t that I was thinking negatively I was thinking the truth. You just lied to me in my fucking face… and then tell me I can’t text you in a loving way for some bitch you never even met or talked to…. That’s crazy we chose each other. That should mean something… you can’t just block someone special out your life. You have to fight for them. You only get one life and you have to fight for the things you want. Me writing this is my way of fighting… although I know this is a war that I’ve already lost. Fuck all the stress and these terrible feelings that I feel… I wish we could just run away and spend some quality time with no labels and no pressure just doing fun stuff together. There is a long life ahead there’s no need to rush into marriage or any situation just because someone else thinks its best. Don’t get all scared thinking someone else will see this… I wouldn’t care if the world saw this message because it’s something so pure and just heartfelt. We live in a world where everyone is just out for self gain… All I wanted to gain was maybe my best friend falling in love with me.. now I’ll never know. I only tried to start my old job back while I was still feeling sick just to meet you in person. I know I’ll have to let it go for my own health.. my blood pressure got really high crying and just thinking about you… crying the whole time that I type this. Remember the guy that I told you that u reminded me of? Hassan ? That comedian… it’s crazy because in his show that I love so much… he almost lost his wife because his dad tried to change his mind… but his sister stepped in and told him to follow his heart.. they’re both two different religions and the odds  were stacked against them.  But they just followed their hearts.. Follow your heart even if your heart doesn’t lead you to me.. listen to your heart because your brain just tells you everything that won’t work.. but your heart tells you everything that will work. Trust me I’m not trying to steal you away from your family or friends. Everyone can exist together.. I have no idea what’s going on in your mind… I know I’m probably not even on your mind because my texts are just empty… I can’t just sit around while you try to get to know someone else…. 😑😑😑 I was really trying to spend your birthday with you & party like we talked about. Ughhh Why did I believe it? I’m so fucking stupid.. but people are only stupid for people they really care about. I swear this is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to write because it’s a goodbye before a beginning. It’s like the end to something so natural and pure.. We are so different yet so much the same. I know love probably isn’t in the forecast for me. I just hope you’re happy… and just know that some people really have stronger feelings than others. Like don’t fuck with someone’s emotions especially when they were so open with you about being hurt before. It really feels like that lady gaga song bad romance.  I know I could never be your friend. I can’t watch the guy I wanted so bad growing to love someone else. It’s not fair for me to get online and just see that I don’t have a message from you. Do you realize that we talked everyday? That meant something to me. I know now that it didn’t mean anything to you. I don’t normally make that much time for men.  I’m not just anybody… like I actually do shit.. I know u met me when I got sick but I’m a boss.. I really wanted to do business with you  and make money. Do you know how epic that could have been? My connections in the USA! Your connections in India.. that could have really been some power couple type of shit. Espically when my app drops.. wow I know this is long but I feel like it will probably be the last thing that I get to say to you.  Although I wish things would go my way & you would just be like nooo I choose u haha but deep down I know because I felt you disconnect from me… I felt it when I asked you & u just lied to me & said you were dating the gym lol remember that? 

It sucks cuz I’ve been going to work on my projects sick.. of course I’m not gonna blame all my stress on you… but of course losing you hurts a lot. In a perfect world of course I wish you would just be like I choose you! We could just explore and travel u show me india I show u California and we go on different adventures together…. but this isn’t a perfect world is it? 😓 I know.. life changes but I didn’t think it would change this fast. Lol I told you how I’m writing scripts all the time well now at least you get to see something besides short texts lol I do want to say thank you for the times when I was really sick you motivated me got me in the gym. These past few days I haven’t eaten meat & I’m gonna stay that way now. I hope I had or have some kind of impact on you also. I also want you to know that it’s okay to interracially date. It’s so beautiful to be with someone who is not exactly the same as you. You have to be a very brave person to do that.. because the world will judge you! They will hate it but I feel like for something real it’s worth it.  I don’t know where you stand with all that we never really talked about it. Mostly that’s what it boils down to tho in this world. 

I’m still a virgin so I don’t have much experience… but I do know if I ever have kids I want them to find true love on their own and I’ll love them enough to respect their choice no matter what it is. I honestly didn’t know things like what you’re going through is still happening in 2017! Fuck I feel like I’m saying last words at a funeral or something.. but the truth is life goes on… I can’t lie I’m gonna miss you so fucking much. I hope you think of me some time. I will tell you this… she can never care about you or love you the way I did..  It won’t ever be real.. she’s just going along with some bullshit plan and tradition so she can have a life and be taken care of.. it won’t ever be real love.. your future kids none of that shit will be made out of real love… one day you’ll regret not standing up for yourself and being your own man.

That’s what I’ve been learning how to stand up for myself and say how I really feel. I had a crazy business meeting today and I stood up and told everyone the truth! That they were full of shit and it was beautiful. Lol I probably would have been texting you all about it haha.. but anyway I won’t.. I will say that I’m sorry for opening up to you so much… I’m sorry for trusting the things you said.. because I just opened myself up for this pain… I won’t be open with anyone else like that ever again.. I’m learning to protect my feelings.. I’m growing and learning but I know one day I will get there. I just have so many questions did your family find oit you were talking to a black girl and get mad? Or did u know this was happening all along? Why would you meet new people if you knew you were trapped in a traditional world? I hope you set yourself free. I wish I had no feelings I swear😑 I’m mad I feel so used… I know you technically weren’t mine but u knew I was gonna meet u and we would have been together…  I can still pick up on your vibes.. just like when you lied I felt it.. I can feel when u think about me… I can feel when you just ignore the feeling and do nothing about it.. We talked everyday… now this.. I’m not even good enough for a hello… With friends like this I definitely don’t need any enemies. Sadly coming to the end of writing this I feel like I wasted so much of my time. You won’t listen to a single thing I said because you’re blinded. I’m still gonna send this to you tho.. because I’m stupid and I always like trying one last time. I’m addicted to the feeling of heartbreak.. that shit has happened so many times until it feels good.. It’s like a high.. I knew that shit was coming. I should have never entertained you. You’ll probably just block me again or something and go on like I never existed. Idk… I’m so excused.. I think I said as much as I can say.. Sincerely the girl who actually never lied to you and valued you - Dawnn

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The free fyre zone

Incendiary bombs lit up the ruins of the civil war torn city. It lit upon the fort lay grand buildings, reduced to ruin by warring militia groups. It lit up the casinos that had become killing ground and the hotels that had become bombed out shells. It also illuminated a straggling line of hipsters making their shell shocked way to the weed choked outdoor theatre. Once there had been great concerts, when the civil war hadn’t turned tourism into a sick joke. When this had been a desirable place to take a holiday. That the hipsters in their burning man tshirts and faux ironic trustafarian beads didn’t seem to have got the memo was just another hollow irony. They came clutching tickets that promised the concert of a lifetime and an experience like no other. That the experience was likely to be death from a either bullet or cholera was not mentioned. “its…its here right?” asked one boy who had been mugged as soon as he’d stepped out of the perfumed safety of the international airport. Relieved of his passport, his bitcoin e-purse and a fair amount of his innocence he had still doggedly journeyed through the desert heat, past wilted palm trees and rubble piles to the bombed out ruin of the old Hilton hotel. “sure…I guess” said a girl whose face was smeared with soot from the cooking fires that had kept her alive. Best not to ask what she had killed and cooked over it, but it was unlikely to be the organic free range fare that her rich complexion was hitherto used to “its menna be…its menna be….” However words had failed as her spirit had been crushed, the thousands of lolcoin spent on flights and supposed exclusivity to the party of the century. “yeah” said another boy, who had used the last of his e-glass charge to google how to make weapons from the everyday trash left behind by the civil war. He held in his hand a shank made from the remains of a crashed drone cam, downed by some local fighter irritated by network news overflights filming their plight for youtube Epicwarfails videos “stage is down here” he gestured down steps that were pocked with bullets. Beyond there lay an amphitheatre that had clearly been used for executions and had what could be charitably described as a stage. That it was daubed with fundamentalist slogans from one of the more extremist militias did not suggest it was likely to host any international pop acts. “three days…” said the first boy “three days and this…” he sighed in exhaustion. The hundred or so other hipsters, representing a mix of nationalities and ethnicities but all hailing from the richest one percent of the youth demographic were either sitting or wandering about in shellshocked horror. What little light there was came from the few remaining working e-glasses or bespoke antique retro blackberries. The rattle of machine gun fire in the distance and the crump of explosions were now so familiar that the hipsters didn’t even look up. Those that had been fashionably slim before were now unfashionably gaunt, gym trained muscles unused to dealing with the strain of living in a war zone. All of a sudden the last of the lights failed and the amphitheatre was plunged into darkness. The sound of booted feet on the stairs and the whispered crackle of callsigns over radios boded no good at all. The audience all suddenly remembered all the stories their nannies had told them about ISIS and White Pride gangs and what they did to little rich kids when they caught them. “oh my god…” said the girl hysteria in her voice “this is….” “ladies and gentlemen!” boomed a voice from speakers hidden all around them “Freefyremedia entertainment are proud to present – the Beastie Boys!” Spotlights flashed on, illuminating the stage. With a flourish the cloth covered slogans calling for death to blasphemers and heretics fell away to reveal to the now iconic flame logo that had become the byword for ultimate extreme live entertainment. On the stage the cloned and copyrighted heirs to the New York rappers struck a pose. “this first one goes out” cried the cloned Mike D, his DNA reset to License to Ill era youth “to all your crazy mofos who hiked through a goddamn desert war to see us. Make some noise!” “epic!” continued the girl drowned in the sound of people fighting (for their right) to party “absolutely epic!”

The idea to run luxury festival in a warzone had come to Gigi Khan Rodriguez Tesla after the fourth time she had been kidnapped on her Instagram sponsored charity yacht tour of Somalia. “it’s like, you have to give something back” she said, being interviewed on the first day of the Free Fyre festival. Behind her the broken skyline of the city served as the perfect backdrop to her earnest interview. Indeed she had called in her own drone team to demolish a particularly unsightly building that had advertised one of her rivals sponsors “I wanted to both create the ultimate party experience for the spartan race, climate change fighting generation -  and to raise money for kids like these” she gestured to where some local boys - their faces  photogenic in their malnutrition -  lounged adoringly. They were skinny, but not too skinny – that would upset people too much -  and they were dressed in Gigi’s own line of refugeeware tees “I mean, we’ve all done burning man, and Coachella got yawny after the third orgithon” she smiled her perfect smile “when you’ve lived in the bubble of luxury all your life what’s left to experience?” she gestured behind her at a city torn in two by civil strife. Where those left behind feared their own government as much as the roving bands of extreme religious militia. Where the buzz of drones overhead meant either foreign bombs or worse, foreign journalists. “except the real world?” “but Gigi” asked a journalist through a small floating camdrone “what about those who say you’re exploiting these kids for your own gain?” the journalist was not, as might be suspected, talking direct to Gigi. Most journalists from serious publication wouldn’t be able to afford the ticket price to a free fyre zone event. Instead this journalist was skyping from a café in downtown Mumbai “that if anything your events actually cause more instability to the communities they are meant to help, and serve as nothing more than a chance for dumb rich kids to pretend they are facing the real world?” “an excellent question” replied Gigi, who had zoned out slightly during the longer sentences. As a seasoned social media pro she was an expert in the art of multitasking. She had been loltagging her latest set of Instagram pics, hitting the right balance between artistically beautiful shots, perfectly toned flesh and serious photo documentary of ruined buildings that her people told her had historical value. Her lack of attention hardly mattered as there were enough of her paid PR staff to feed her the next lines as she paused to look thoughtful over the heat hazed ruins of the city. One reason to chose this particuatl warzone, the desert climate made it an excellent backdrop to their photos, the sunsets alone were worth the ticket price. “you know, these are people that have lost hope” she said, reading the lines of her e-glasses autocue “They’ve been abandoned by their own government . The international community doesn’t care. The UN doesn’t even bother to send aid anymore. If nothing else we’re making this place cool. And if a place is cool then people will care again. Because of us its trending on social media. People are actually talking about this city. That has to help right?” The journalist wanted to ask another question but has been shunted to the back of the queue. There are other media organs who had paid more money and want to shoehorn in either paid hashtagged phrases or to begin some celebrity faux flame war arranged weeks in advance between Gigi and her carefully curated list of frenemies. “Okay good people!” Shouted Gigi to the crowd. It was the last night of the festival and the renaming in hipsters that had not been airlifted out due to injury, food poisoning or their mummies and ad dies getting scared cheered loudly “we’ve had a great time these last couple of days. We’ve all had a blast – literally” she nodded at the members of the vegan fundamentalist militia who had allowed the hipster to get access to their social cache  of weaponry for just a small extra fee. For even more the audience could choose their own list of targets to be destroyed. All proceeds going to a good cause, of course “but we shouldn’t forget the real reason we’re here, and I’m not talking about your awesome pecs, Bieber junior” at the side of the stage the excellently quaffered but definitely illegitimate child of the singer showed his famous chest. That he had been created without his fathers consent hardly mattered, after all if Beiber senior had wanted to remain childless then he should not have tried to pay off his legal bills with access to his own DNA “no, its all about the good people of this city. Kids like the ones I’ve been speaking to” behind her graphics of more cute kids show, all of them with cute injuries – nothing too disturbing. Research shows that kids with arms missing don’t make people feel anything but sad, and sad doesn’t help anyone “they are the ones that have to live here while we get on with our lives” Gigi does her serous face, it’s one she carefully practices and highlight best the doe eyes her parents paid so much money to have encoded into her genes “so let’s give it up one more time for everyone living in…” there is a pause when Gigi realises she’s forgotten the name of the place. Well all these little shithole desert cities in their failed states all sound the same. Was it Spanish? Latin? Arabic? Didit even matter? “ this great city” there is a roar from the crowd of approval and the noise of elegantly manicured hands that have never known a days work clapping away “and now make some noise for our final act!” With that the lights go down and Gigi exits the stage, grabbing her smart glasses from an assistant. “You said I didn’t need these. Said I looked cleverer without” muttered Gigi angrily “I looked like an asshole instead. Not knowing the name of the place” she pulled on the glasses as behind her the band began one of their most famous numbers. The one from the advert, or the film. Gigi never bothered to remember . It was hummable, that was all that mattered. She climbed into her private APC and the engine coughed into life, driving her out of then city and never looking back. As she passed the edge of the city limits a bullet perforated sign reminded her of the name of the city. “Las vegas!” She said proudly, as the former casino city vanished into the background – now one of many front lines in a bitter civil war “how could I forget?” Behind her the sun set and against the backdrop of a rocket attack Coldplay began their set in earnest. It was going to be epic.

#fyre festival #sf #celebocracy

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NSFW #17: Make It Here

The East River at early morning. The city that never sleeps was just beginning to bustle, the late night partygoers and club kids heading to bed just as the everyday 9-to-5er gets up to wash and brush up for work. From Manhattan to here in the Bronx, the crisp, cold dawn is rising, splashing color over the wide flowing water. A morning jogger ran through the park, breath coming in foggy puffs, either unaware of or ignoring the two people on the fishing docks of Hunts Point Landing, bundled up in winter coats and matching orange and green scarves, large gold plated belts on their shoulders and their new GoPro mounted on a tripod aimed at them. This very spot was deeply significant to both of them… but nobody else needed to know that. John’s finger hesitated before turning on the live feed. He turned his head to Mike. “Your hand holding up?” His mind summoned the image of Mike hauling off on Lovecraft. Mike’s exhilaration wiping away the brief twinge of pain on their face on the moment of impact. The winter break had been therapeutic to say the least. His own afflictions: sometimes he could hear himself breathing before dozing off and also how his side pained him when he hit the ropes. Part and parcel of this business - he always knew that. “Right’s rain now. I think it’s about back to normal. Man, did you see it when they took the cast off? Looked like the hand of the fuckin’ Cryptkeeper.” They flexed their gloved fingers- beneath the layer of leather, their hand was all but fully rehabilitated, the atrophy countered by a lot of squeezing exercises. “How about you? Are you okay? I mean, last week was fun with all the viking shit we did at the lake, but… you haven’t really talked to me about, y’know. Fucking Saunders.” Mike huffed. “You had him dead to rights you know. Another second and I’m sure you coulda got another tap out of him after that. He didn’t deserve to beat you.” “But he did.” John shrugged. “Not going to dwell on it. Can’t change what happened. Dominic may have been disingenuous but it’s time to move forward.” His other hand gave a light squeeze to Mike’s forearm. His mind drifted to their brief meeting with the new charismatic general manager. “I liked the other guy. Good idea man. But Spartan is keen and wants change. He wants to move forward, too.” Mike leaned into the touch a bit, a slight, huffy sigh floating off in a puff of steam. “He’s interesting. I like his crazy-ass beard. Not’s much as yours though.” They furtively glanced around to see if they were alone. Once they confirmed this- the jogger had continued her path and was now quite a long way off- they rose up on their toes, giving the neatly trimmed scruff on his cheek a quick kiss. “I know I get stuck on stuff too much. I shouldn’t hold grudges like I do. I just want things to be… nrrrgh. We don’t have to win all the time but I just want things to be fair. You deserve fair. I deserve fair. But life’s not, is it?” John stared off into the water. “No, it’s not.” There was a moment of silence between the two. John turned his attention back to the camera. Why they were here in the first place. “Starting to realize that we can make do together. Maybe outside of this.” Finger right over the button. “Let’s get this done.” “New York City. Center of the universe. And, might I add, a pretty significant place for your Tag Champs.” Mike McGuire patted her belt’s gleaming faceplate with a gloved hand. “I mean, not only did the greatest night of our lives happen here, but as a lot of you know by now, I grew up here. I was born and raised here in the Bronx. My dad owns a gym here, my folks live just a few blocks away in the house I grew up in. Family’s an important thing. Your roots can help you get a bearing in this crazy fuckin’ world. The problem is… I think our opponents this week are puttin’ a little too much stock in the power of family ties.” John Bishop Church’s expression was pensive. He contemplated his partner’s words. By now, they led each other to and fro with each statement. Weaving their points in with ease. “Family. In the literal sense. They had everything going for them. Two opponents thrown together. Neither with an affinity for tag team wrestling. Neither with much success as of late. The Clifton Sisters - an established unit. They compliment each other. The stars seemed to be aligned for a perfect debut.” A poignant pause - as to allow reality to set in. “Ended up going bad.” He shook his head, as if disappointed at the result. “We can commiserate. Mike and I thought our breakout moment would be against The Trinity. Instead, we learned we had a long way to go.” Mike chuckled a bit, looking up and rubbing at her chin as if reminiscing. “Oh man, I remember that. Actually… I don’t really remember that very well at all. Took a nasty fuckin’ drop to the head and scrambled my recollection’a the whole night something awful. Anyway, lesson learned. And I’d say we took every lump and hard knock since then and used it to reconstruct ourselves into something strong enough to take what we knew was meant to be ours. And along the way? It didn’t just make us better competitors. It made us better friends. Better partners. Maybe even the best partners this company has- the proof is in the pudding and the pudding is right here on our shoulders.” Mike shrugged, giving the gold another quick pat for emphasis. “You ladies like to point out that you're family. That you got a 'blood bond' goin' on that'll make you unbeatable… heh, that was already disproven on Uprising. Let me tell you something, blood don't mean near as much as you two like to think it does. To elaborate, there's an old saying- 'blood is thicker than water'. Thing is, my partner here informed me that people keep misquoting that shit. The real saying went like... 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb'. That means that someone you love because you choose to? Someone you go through thick and thin with and wouldn't replace for nothin'? That goes a hell of a lot further than somebody you have a bond with just 'cuz of relations." John nodded. “And so our harshest critics will ask just why the Clifton Sisters are getting this chance? Mike and I are in agreeance with the new general manager. We are not here to sit on ceremony and wait for challengers to be decided for us through any more tournaments or hoops to jump through. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you have or haven’t done, you will get the opportunity to take these from us. Doesn’t mean we won’t have anything to say about you. Take last week for example.” Mike sighed, shaking her head. “What a fucking disappointment that was. We made it crystal what we wanted. What we expected. And we barely got anything out of it! It’s like the Volsung Death Squad wasn’t even trying and that more than anything else pisses me the fuck off. I can’t speak for Church here but I would be all too happy to lose these belts if it was a good hard fight and our opponents really deserved to win.” “But we watched you two in your debut. Saw your piece. We saw the hunger. We saw the tenacity. Aimee made a bold statement. Future tag team champions.” Mike and John looked at each other briefly before he continued. “Maybe the future is now. That’s what this opportunity is about. This isn’t the Moors Murders’ division anymore. We aren’t letting these collect dust. These right here are what matters. This isn’t Rob Garcia’s division anymore. These are no longer props in someone’s delusions of grandeur. Since last fall, we have taken on every challenger that has stepped before us and showed them why we are the premier tag team in this company.” “This is Not the Sisters’ or the Family’s World. It’s ours. And it’ll take more than blood bonds and setting shit on fucking fire to knock us off the top of it. If you can’t do it? We open our gates to the next one. And the next. One line, no waiting. The infinite open challenge for the Tag Team Championships starts with you. And maybe ends, who knows? You’re a pair of hungry-ass girls, but we got Fenris’ own appetite.” Mike cracked a wolfish grin, her eyes glinting with emerald fire. “The size of the bonus don’t mean shit. The amount of blood and sweat put in's what counts. We take personal exception at being called bottom of the barrel champions by a scumfuck like Dominic Saunders, and we are going to prove him wrong by making these belts thebelts to win in this company.” “Mike and I pay particular attention to the rumor mills and we see that he can add hypocrite to his long list of character flaws. That doesn’t mean we are looking past these sisters. They are determined to make an impact and the humiliation suffered caused by losing to two opponents that just managed to pull up on their very own tailspins. We know that they won’t let that defeat define their existence - and at the end of this month, after they have had their chance, they won’t let the next one either.” John stepped forward. Mike stepped to join him. “Come at us with everything you fuckin’ got. Cuz we’re not pulling a single punch. Not here, not now, not ever. But I’m sure you gals’ll be fine. After all, if you can make it here? You can make it anywhere.” The camera was picked up, the shot pulling away from the champions and focusing on the skyline across the river, lit by the full morning sun, before it faded to black.

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[lostatsea-eric-blog]

"Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea!" -Prince Eric

Archetype — The Hero can be Caregiver too Birthday — January 22, 1988 Zodiac Sign — Aquarius MBTI — ISFJ Enneagram — 2; The Helper Temperament — Phlegmatic Hogwarts House — Gryffinpuff Moral Alignment — Lawful Neutral Primary Vice — Pride Primary Virtue — Kindness Element — Air

Overview:

Mother — Katherine Andersen nee Hightower Father — Derrick Andersen Mother’s Occupation — Lawyer Father’s Occupation — Owner of Andersen’s Marina Industries which includes ship/boat building and repairs as well as marine equipment manufacturing. Family Finances — Wealthhyyy. Aside from owning a company, they also got that ollddd moneeyy ayyeeee Birth Order — Numero two Brothers — None Sisters — Four!!! Apparently, Eric was the only boy his parents were able to produce xD but only three out of the four sisters are alivvee. Olivia is the oldest of the Andersen bunch (32), then came Eric (30), followed by Aileen (RIP mermaid ate her chomp chomp), then Vittoria (20) anddd Alessandra (19) Other Close Family — He has a niece and a nephew!! Christian (12) and Sofia (9). He adores them and is an awesome and wonderful uncle kk they adore him backkk!! They’re Olivia’s kids. Best Friend — Max!!!!!!! lmao He was very close to Aileen too :((( Other Friends — The Order becaussee his life basically revolved around it Enemies — All SEA CREATURES OUT THERREE I meann other monsters too, like monsters are monsters he won’t kill one just because they don’t live in the water buttttttt he specializes in the water dwellers. Conflicted with mermaids. A mermaid killed his sister, a mermaid saved his life it’s a rough struggle right now. xDD He’ll be on the hunt for answersss.  Pets — Max!!!!!!!!! Yes, directly stolen from the movie with absolutely no shame. His best-friend, his CHILD, his beautiful big fluff of pure love Old English Sheep Dog Maxxxxxxx.   Home Life During Childhood — Not shabby at all. Just going to put it out there he was/continues to still be dad’s favorite. Only boy, so of course it was only natural, plus he proved to be an #awesome Prince becoming the best in his specialized field so old Derrick is very prouudd. Things were a little rough for the Andersen’s during Aileen’s death, but they patched up. All in all, Eric was very loved, pampered, and aside from the death of his little sister, didn’t suffer much trauma in his childhood. Town or City Name(s) — Camogli, Italy is where he’s from and then Eric has basically bopped around the seas of Europe, living in many of Europe’s coastal regions. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Pretty normal looking. Eric really isn’t the messy type at all, so for the most part his room was pretty kept. Had the standard furnishing. He didn’t care too much for decorating any decoration in his room was marine influenced. Any Sports or Clubs — Captain of the swim team in high school. Eric is an excellent and v agile swimmer as well as a bomb ass diver. Didn’t really indulge in sport teams though when he hit Uni because there was no time in between having full time Prince dutieess. Surfing, he does surf. Jet skiing he loves thaatt. Canoeing and kayaking he enjoys too.  Look any water sport he probably does. He’s like a fucking fish. Favorite Toy or Game — Of course he deff had little ship toys when he was young and those were his favorites!!! Even had those ships in a bottle hahaha, Sailing. Schooling — Primary, Secondary and University all completeeedd with a Masters degree. Wasn’t home schooled because ole Derrick didn’t want Eric to stay surrounded by all girls for his entire life xDD Favorite Subject — Science, specifically Marine Biology. Popular or Loner — Popular. Who didn’t love my sweet, shy, handsome sonnnn. xDD He’s like an introverted extrovert, deff shy but he does like people. It’s more in nature than like in complete mannerism if that makes any sense at all..... Important Experiences or Events — The death of Aileen, the beginning of his training enjoyed more of the sea stuff side of things, becoming a squire then rising up to a knight, the success of his very first solo hunnttt killed a SIRREENN, becoming a Prince, graduating and gaining his Masters, getting to travel all around Europpeee, and the death of his crew members :((( Nationality — Italian don’t think Matt Lanter is but shhhh I made Eric it anyways xD  He does have Scottish roots to him. His family originated from Scotland and then immigrated to Italy. Culture — Italian, and The Order bc that shit is basically a lifestyle Religion and beliefs — Raised Catholic and went to mass every Sunday like a good well-behaved boy. He’s not so heavily involved with it now, but like he’ll go to a mass from time to time to like appease his parents haha.

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Matt Lanter Complexion — Fair skin, but not like pale fair, he got some good ole sun back in Italy Hair Colour — Dark Brown :/ I know it’s suppose to be that beautiful dark black but I had to comprimise to get my EYEESS Eye Colour — BLUUEEEE, a BEAUTIFUL crystal ocean BLUEEE Height — 5’10 Build — Athletic. Not like beefy or stocky, but definitely fit and toned. I meaann he goes around killing sea monsters and running ships course he’s going to be fitttt.   Tattoos — Nope. Piercings — Nope. Common Hairstyle — His hair is cut short. It’s always neat. Clothing Style — Simple. T-shirts, jeans, boots. He does own a variety of like weather coats for when he’s hitting the seas. On days he’s working on the University he knows how to dress it up, so he’ll wear his like button downs, still with jeans though haha. Eric deff knows how to dress up for occasions that calls for them, what Prince doesn’t thoughhhhh Mannerisms — Scratches at the back of his neck, runs hands through his hair, can have restless leg syndrome from time to time, jaw clenching when angry  

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Nope. Eric has awesome health, physically. Physical Ailments — None. Neurological Conditions — Probably got some PTSD going on from seeing the death of his sisterrr and then from the night of the storm :/ Allergies — None Grooming Habits — Great. Believer in looking groomed and showering twice a day haha Sleeping Habits — Not too bad. The occasional nightmare from his PTSD, but other then that Eric can pretty much sleep anywhere. Like if you can sleep on a ship in the middle of the ocean then I’m sure you’re pretty seettt.   Eating Habits — Eric is a health nuttt. Pesco-Vegetarian. Dairy free, though does cave with his protein shakes. Avid drinker of water. Likes for his food to be locally sourced. Course this is all from when he’s land base when he’s out at sea I mean it is what it is at that point haha Exercise Habits — Hits the gym a loottt. Exercises everyday even if he’s on a ship. When land base he’s normally a professor and so he hits the Uni pool every morning and does a good bout of laps. It’s how he starts his day. Emotional Stability — Pretty stable sorta kinda going through some shit at the moment no thanks to some recent events....   Body Temperature — Average I guess?? Sociability — Eric is like an introverted extrovert. He can be shy, but it’s not that kind of shy where it keeps him from talking to people or acting like he has no social cues. He likes talking to people, and all that fun stuff, but he can be reserved.   Addictions — None. Drug Use — Nope. Alcohol Use — Not really, maybe like the occasional here and there, but he isn’t much of a heavy drinker

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — Stubbornness, can lose eye contact depending on what’s being spoken about, blunt with facial expressions, can get bored easily Good Habits — Kind, health nut, exercises, polite, honest, courteous Best Characteristic — Loyal, daring and kind Worst Characteristic — His pride Worst Memory — Witnessing the death of his baby sister Aileen Best Memory — His solo hunt and any memory he has with Aileen Proud of — His family, his sisters, his hunting accomplishments (though he’s questioning some of them), his solo hunt, his education Embarrassed by — Not a lot really. Eric is a pretty laid back type of dude, though miscalculating that storm could deff be one he’s embarrassed about Driving Style — Really good. He’s one of those that follows all the street laws and always stays within speed limit. Doesn’t have a car though at the moment with him, never really saw the need in getting one because he wasn’t having a sedentary life Strong Points — His intellect, thoughtfulness, kindness, determination, daringness Temperament — Laid back. Eric is a pretty lax guy although he can get passionate and peeved out about certain thingsss like family. Attitude — Determined Weakness — His stubbornness and pride too Fears — Lost of his family, he’s such a family guy /pets him Phobias — None Secrets — None so faarrr err well accept that he’s part of the Order which is a secret societtyy other than that Eric is a pretty open book Regrets — Not being able to save his sister and crew members Feels Vulnerable When — Speaking about personal problems and when he’s unable to protect those he loves Pet Peeves — Didn’t exactly have any like real pet peeve…. Conflicts — Mermaids hahaha. No but legit mermaids. One killed his sister and then one saved his life. He was so sure his entire life that all sea creatures were MONSTERS and all of them were BAD and just harmed/killed people (huge in part because of what happened to Aileen) and then a mermaid goes and saves his life like tf he didn’t ask for thaaatttt, so he’s currently on the hunt for some answers and it hoping Swynlake will provide him with themmm.  Motivation — Aileen. She’s like his driving force behind every hunt he has ever done/does. He loved her so muuccchh!!!! /crieesss Short Term Goals and Hopes — Figure out his conflict crisis please and thank you.   Long Term Goals and Hopes — Find LOOOVVEEEE, a true love because he’s such a lost romantic (though ironically isn’t a current priority), settle down, marry and have kiddddsssssss, he would love a bunch of kids and probs even run his family business Sexuality — Heterosexual, Demiromantic Day or Night Person — Day Introvert or Extrovert — Introverted extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist

Likes and Styles:

Music — More acoustic and instrumental. He’s not into like current stream music, hell if he even knew what’s currently playing on the radio. xDD He can play the flute took lessons when he was youngeerr. Books — A non-fiction fan when it comes to what he picks up to read. Definitely anything marine involved for sure!!!! Got interested in the Dan Brown series.   Magazines — Nope. Foods — Sea food. He does love his fish. Is a vegetarian so no meats aside from sea food, so like he’s a Pesco-Vegetarian. Not really into sweets basically at all. He’s a health-nut!!! Likes fresh food, and can actually cook too!!!!   Drinks — Water. Water. Water. He drinks a lot of water. Likes protein shakes too. Not much of a drinker. Dairy free for the most part. Animals — Dogs, well more importantly his dog. xDD Lover of all sea animals, that are not sea monsters haha Social Issues — Protection of mundus against dangerous monsters Favorite Saying — He grew up constantly seeing his family’s saying “A mari usque ad mare” From Sea to Sea. He’s actually fond of it more so because it involves the sea and Eric loves being on the ocean not really because of the history behind it all hahaha Color — Blues and greeennsss are his very very favorites. He does like gray too because gray is also found in his family’s coat of arms. Jewelry — In his family it’s a tradition for a silver chained necklace to be forged for the males of the family, normally the eldest in which case Eric is among his line. Eric though added a sea shell charm to his chain because it was Aileen’s favorite charm. He wears his chain all the time, never takes it off. Oh yeah then there’s his family ring buttttt he doesn’t go stunting that around. Games — Boating, jet-skiing, sailing, anything water involved, does enjoy horse riding, is ehh about jousting but whatever he does it when he has too, fencing  Websites — None really.... haven’t even decided yet if he has an insta looool TV Shows — Not a lot either omg horrible Eric!!! But there aren’t really TVs on ships sooo he’s not like an avid tv watcher. If anything he’d probs like documentaries he’s so ehhh about tv Movies —  Loooook he’d rather be out by the ocean side then sit down and watch a movie. He’s an out door person, staying in toooo long probably gets him sorta restless. Greatest Want — To settle down eventually. Find LOOVVEEE get married have some kiddos Greatest Need —Get this conflict shit situated and get back to the WATERRR. He wants his OCEAAANN

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Camogli, Italy is like his family home. Right now he’s in an apartment in Castle Suites would have loved more to live closer to the lake side by the WATTEERR but he doesn’t need a whole freaking house to himself. Household furnishings — Pretty basic. Favorite Possession — His necklace with Aileen’s charm on it <3 Most Cherished Possession — His necklace with Aileen’s charm on it <3 Married Before — Nope. Significant Other Before — Has had a few girlfriends before, but all have fallen through. None of them were THE ONEE. Children — Nope, but does want!!!! Like a bunncchh Relationship with Family — Closeee!!! He adores his family. Is close with his parents, adores his sisters and would do anything for them, loves his niece and nephewww. He often talks with them making sure to call them so that he can keep in touch. He’s the protective sort when it comes to his sisssterrssss. Car — Doesn’t have one at the moment, his life right now isn’t sedentary. He’s constantly moving from place to place and most of the time he’s on a ship sooo no need for a car too mcuch Career — Marine Biology Professor at Pride U; Prince in the Order Dream Career — He actually likes being a professorr, enjoys seafarer too which he does is often the helmsman. Anything water involveedd   Dream Life — Married with a big home back in his home town of Camogli or anything coastal region right by the beautiful ocean siiiddeee. There is definitely kids in his dreaamm lifffeee Love Life — Non existent at the moment Talents or Skills — He can play the flute, steer, captain and run a whole ship, fencing/ sword fighting, horse rider, swimmer, diver, fishing  Intelligence Level — Very well educated and is actually pretty nerdy in the things that he’s interested in

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — He has been a professor in different places. Helmsman and seafarer in more, takes any job ocean involving Past Lovers — Has had a few relationships in the past, but all have fell through. He hasn’t found his ONE yet :((( Biggest Mistakes — Miscalculating that fucking STORM. Biggest Achievements —Solo hunt, all his other successful hunts, becoming Prince, graduating Uni with both a bachelors and masters degree.

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