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checkoutmybookshelf · 10 months

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The Immortals Quartet

Time to chat about another of Tamora Pierce's beloved heroines and one of her early quartets. This is also the quartet that--in my entirely subjective experience--catches a lot of guff for its romance subplot. But we'll get to that. These are some of my favorite books of Pierce's, and I'm pretty sure that I read these after the Alanna and Kel books, although they were her second published quartet, coming before Kel. Let's talk The Immortals Quartet.

Veralidaine Sarrasri, unlike Alanna and Kel, is not originally Tortallen. Our girl is Gallan, and when we first meet her in Wild Magic, she is recovering from bandits sacking her village, burning down her house, and killing her family and all their animals. She's also desperate to hide what she thinks is a form of madness from every human she runs across, which gets really complicated when Numair starts teaching her how to harness her wild magic. And for just a hot second, can I say how much I love Numair in this series? He has just as much character as Daine and I am never NOT here for phenonemally powerful mages who are also basically oversized puppies.

Getting to watch Daine develop relationships with Numair, Onua, Alanna and George, the royal family, and the Queen's Riders is such fun, and so well done that when Daine finally feels safe enough to explain why she sometimes seems recalcitrant about her magic lessons it feels immensely earned. These relationships also become immensely foundational to the rest of the series, as does Daine's b-plot but still really compelling arc about hating Stormwings.

The Stormwing arc really finds traction in Wolf Speaker. In my experience, most people say that In the Realms of the Gods is their least favorite Immortals book, but for me, Wolf Speaker takes that prize. Not at all because it's a bad book, but for me it's the most forgettable of the four. Daine and Numair are investigating sus nonsense in Fief Dunlath, and there are blood rain and shape shifting/mind riding shenanagins and Daine begins to have holes poked in her Stormwing prejudice courtesy of Rikash Moonsword. It's a fine book, and the subplots with the wolves and ogres are compelling, but for whatever reason this book does not stick in my head.

The book that does stick in my head and is unequivocally my favorite of this quartet is Emperor Mage. This book follows the Tortallen peace delegation to Carthak, and geopolitical and divine shenanagins ensue. Dain's relationships with Kaddar and Ozorne--and particularly how Numair and Ozorne's history colors both those relationships--are again central to the plot. The Graveyard Hag is also actively throwing broom handles between the spokes of Daine's wheels by giving Daine the power to bring skeletons to a seeming of life.

That gets absolutely amazing because the Graveyard Hag wants Daine to reanimate human skeletons, but Daine makes the PHENOMENAL point that humans forget literal walking nightmares really fast. What humans don't recover fast from is when you literally raze their centers of government to the ground, including food stores, records of all kinds, and the freaking treasury. So instead of making human skeletons dance through the streets, Daine reanimates DINOSAUR SKELETONS and wrecks absolute shop. It's amazing, I wouldn't change a thing.

The other thing I love about this book is Numair yo-yoing between being an experienced intelligence operative and black robe mage and a complete idiot. He is tangled up in plans to free slaves and overthrow Ozorne and yet he still somehow manages to forget all of that and swing at Ozorne when he suggests that Numair is banging Daine. Numair. Honey, sweetie, friend, you cannot be THAT much of an idiot. And the best part is, at least three other characters call him on that idiocy. This book is fantastic.

In the Realms of the Gods is the book that, in my experience, gets the most flak from fans. My experience has been that people object to the student/teacher dynamic between Daine and Numair deveoping into a romance and the significant age gap between the two characters as the romance develops. People also seem to feel that this book is too long and drags in places. I don't tend to find that the book is draggy and long, but that tends to be a very "your mileage may vary" thing for readers.

In terms of the age gap and student teacher dynamics, I want to start off very clear: In real life, student-teacher relationships are never ok, are always predatory, and I do not support. However, to paraphrase Red from OSP, not every book that shows things that aren't unequivocally morally good do not need a "Do Not Try This At Home" sticker on the cover. Books don't have to be morally instructive, they don't have to show the best possible healthy relationships, they just have to be interesting. And honestly? I find Daine and Numair interesting. On top of that, Tamora Pierce is aware enough as an author that Daine and Numair actually do (however briefly) discuss the potential pitfalls of the age gap between them. They don't address the student/teacher thing, but then I wouldn't expect them to because that's not the relationship they have in this book. They are more partners than student/teacher. All this to say, I can understand why people dislike this romance, but I'm not here to throw shade, because honestly I enjoyed it.

I also enjoyed meeting and learning about Daine's parents, exploring the literal Realm of the Gods and all the wibbly wobbly timey wimey chaos shenanagins, and the conclusion of Daine's Stormwing arc. (And how dare Pierce make me cry that hard over Rikash. That was uncalled for.)

Overall, I deeply loved this quartet, and Daine is a welcome change from the very martial Alanna and Kel. She also represents an evolution of the magic systems in Tortall, which was really compelling and refreshing.

#tamora pierce #the immortals #the immortals quartet #daine sarrasri #numair salmalin #wild magic #wolf speaker #emperor mage #in the realms of the gods #ya fantasy #tortall universe #tortall #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #book recommendations #books #fiction

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tetragonia · 2 years

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You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter!Female Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell!Female Reader

Summary: You are Maverick’ daughter. The legend himself. He watched you grew up and you always hold his hand. And now he has to give your hand to another man’s.

Warning: little bit of angst, maybe? but dw it’s a happy one. no use of (y/n). and probably bad writing since it’s my first Top Gun fic and English isn’t even my first language.

Note: this was loosely inspired by You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me by John Mayer. please go listen to the song, it’s amazing. oh, and gif belongs to the creator!

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A great big bang and dinosaurs

Fiery raining meteors

It all ends unfortunately

Maverick remembers. You were only five back then. Your ponytail bounced when Maverick pretended to attack you with a dinosaur action figure, making you giggle.

At that time, Maverick told the story of large extinct animals, including dinosaurs. He used to tell you a story before you go to bed, switching between the animals, the flowers, and even he told his experiences in the air. He was your hero, he is still. You didn't know that Mav was exhausted from work, but you asked him to tell you stories.

'More! More!' you exclaimed. Mav smiled.

'I'll tell you tomorrow, Sweetie. You need to go to prep school, remember? Now go to bed,' he kissed your temple.

'Oh, come on, Dad! One more story, please?' you gave him your best puppy eyes, making him chuckle. Maverick couldn't possibly refuse his sweet little daughter's request.

'Okay. Just one.'

And he told you about a goose that could sing and play the piano, charming everyone. You giggled excitedly, saying, 'Oh, I want to meet him!'

You didn't know Goose was a real person. Not until you were nine, anyway. You met someone called Bradley, he was a few years older than you. He came with his mother, Aunt Carole. She was so sweet and kind.

But you're gonna live forever in me

I'll guarantee, just wait and see

Maverick smiled at Penny, her eyes were full of tears. He looked around and saw Jake, Natasha, Robert, Reuben, and other aviators. He then turned his gaze to you with softness. He did not let go of his gaze in the slightest from his princess, wanting to see every moment and expression of the most precious girl to him.

Parts of me were made by you

And planets keep their distance too

The moon's got a grip on the sea

And you're gonna live forever in me

I guarantee, it's your destiny

Without you, of course, Maverick would not have become a father. He could never feel how to see you grow from a baby who enjoyed holding his hand and becoming a girl, a mature woman, who will no longer hold his hand. You have grown up and now are ready to hold another man's.

Maverick nodded slowly, so subtle that no one noticed when his gaze fell upon your hands. The hand that once never let go of his hand has now found another hand, which is stronger and more certain—Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Mav is not sad when you no longer hold his hand like you did when you were a baby, because he knows that Bradley will take care of his daughter. Maverick always trusts a Bradshaw.

Mav understands that one day, he will release you from his hand. An adorable baby has grown into a beautiful woman. You have eyes like your father and a smile like your mother. Mav knew this moment would come someday, a moment where he couldn't—and wouldn't—hold his little daughter anymore.

Life is full of sweet mistakes

And love's an honest one to make

Mav understands him pulling Rooster's papers would affect the relationship between you and Mav, also you and Rooster. He understands he's not the best father in the world, he made mistakes.

Time leaves no fruit on the tree

But you're gonna live forever in me

I guarantee, it's just meant to be

In the end, Mav will be supporting his daughter from behind. Time will make him away from you, his beloved daughter. But he was happy. He is. You will always live in him, live in his heart. You're not going to another planet, anyway. You will stay in San Diego. After all, you work here.

And when the pastor asks the pews

For reasons he can't marry you

I'll keep my word and my seat

Deep down in his heart, Mav didn't want to let go of his little daughter to go with another man. But he also wants you to feel your happiness, to feel how to live with your loved one: Bradley Bradshaw.

Anything for your happiness. And Mav will kill Bradley if he hurts youㅡhe means it.

"You are my best friend," Mav smiled when you said your wedding vow. Your hands were in Bradley's, your gaze was steady, never leaving him. "I remember meeting this boy my age who was funny and charming. I remember him singing and playing the piano, asking me to join. I didn't know what song it was, but I joined him shouting some lyrics anyway."

You chuckled nervously. Bradley smiled warmly at you, caressing your knucles. He knew that you don't really like being the center of attention.

"You got this," he whispered. "I love you, Baby."

You fought your tears, took a deep breath and continue, "You are my best friend in this life, and best friends do everything together. I will cry with you, I will weep with you. But I also will laugh with you and share my happiness with you. I will always be there not only when you need me, but every time. As I live, and I breathe. To fly with you, to explore the world with you..."

A teardrop streamed down your right cheek. Bradley kissed your hand, giving some encouragement. Your voice dropped into a whisper, finishing your vow, "...and to grow old with you."

But you're gonna live forever in me

I'll guarantee, just wait and see

Maverick wiped his tears quietly. You will always be his little girl. Always.

#top gun #top gun maverick #pete mitchell #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #maverick x you #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x you #top gun imagine #pete mitchell x daughter reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #pete mitchell imagine #maverick #miles teller #tom cruise

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perroulisses · 2 months

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Homie, you have no idea how long I've wanted to raid your ask box with silly questions! >:D

What got you into art? How long have you been drawing?

Do you have a favorite Greek Mythology monster? Whether for design or for the myth surrounding it.

What's your favorite song from Epic?

What's your favorite food?

Do you have a favorite dinosaur?

...Does Lobo ever get their wool sheered with a funky haircut? >:)

alright this is the second time i do this because Tumblr decided to erase it

so first of all

talking about art I've actually got introduced to it by my uncle (who works as an illustrator) talking about the drawing and painting side of it and by dad (who is a book worm lol) to the literary side of it.

and it was since i was really small

so I've also been drawing almost all my life (though i only started actively trying to improve my skill until i was like 11, and around the same age i started creating my silly stories and characters)

not related but started actually trying to write literature until i turned 14 lol

Now, fav Greek mythology monster?

I'm not so sure what counts as a monster and what doesn't but

I'm gonna say my favorite is Argos Panoptes. Because his story is a little silly and my boy Hermes is on it and also because he has a cool design (I've even drawn him a bunch of times and i have a painting of him).

I also like the Gorgons because snek

and my doggy Cerberus because he's a puppy I don't care if he has 3 heads and lives in the underworld i still loving him :-)

talking about my fav song of epic 🧍

that's a hard question

i think it is Just a man

but there's other songs that i like as much

fav food?

ENCHILADAS VERDES

my beloved<3

damn now im hungry

LISTEN LISTEN my fav dinosaur is the velociraptor

BUT BUT

I'm not talking about this alien looking bald mf

i don't like this guys

they're so darn ugly

i talking about ✨THIS SILLY LITTLE GUYS✨

my bird like babies <3

fluffy birdie

Lobo with FUNKY haircut?

I've never thought about that before

gonna make a whole post about lobo getting funky haircuts omg

#ask the purple worm #oh yeah #long post

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ifuckinglovedinosaurssomuchjesus · 2 years

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Reviewing every Dinosaur movie ever: #1 Gertie the Dinosaur

RELEASE DATE: February 18, 1914

SYNOPSIS: Winsor McCay, the cartoonist behind the film, bets his friends on a trip to the museum that he can bring a dinosaur back to life. With months of work, he presents them with an animated film of Gertie, claiming it is his trained Brontosaurus. He shouts commands at her to do tricks, but she’s a rebellious dinosaur, and tends to goof off and gets easily distracted by food and the creatures that live near her. After teasing a mammoth, taking a nap, and drinking a lake dry, Winsor finally gets her to obey by letting her carry his animated form off screen on her back. Overjoyed by the movie, his friends happily pay for dinner.

THOUGHTS: Gertie the Dinosaur is not only the very first dinosaur film ever made, but one of the very first animation films as well. Originally designed as a vaudeville act featuring Winsor himself, it’s a beloved benchmark of cinema and a wonderful start to the list.

Despite the age, it’s remarkably well animated. Gertie has a sense of weight and scale that really drives home her size and she moves much like a real animal with her muscles flexing her her abdomen changing to simulate her breathing. The sequence of her drinking is phenomenal as it so masterfully displays her shifting her weight forward as she reaches further down to the lowering water line.

My favorite little bit of trivia is how Gertie got her name:

He heard a couple of "sweet boys" [gay men] out in the hall talking to each other, and one of them said, "Oh, Bertie, wait a minute!" in a very sweet voice. He thought it was a good name, but wanted it to be a girl's name instead of a boy's, so he called it "Gertie".

— Paul Satterfield, Interview with Milt Gray, 1977

So always remember that the first dinosaur ever animated was named after a gay guy that the animator thought sounded sweet, wonderful factoid for any party.

At only 17 minutes long, it’s a wonderfully charming film that I recommend everyone to watch at least once for not only the joy of Gertie acting like a spoiled puppy but also getting to see a benchmark in animation. This was the first ever film to use keyframe animation, a technique still used to this day, and modern animators have a lot to thank Mr. McCay for pioneering the medium.

RATING: 9/10

#dinosaur #movie review #gertie the dinosaur #brontosaurus

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rockheadcd · 2 years

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@electrivolt said: The mismatched team Volkner had returned from the past with was a sight to behold, such odd 'mons between forms and sizes Lucario had been the only one that could've been considered normal— and yet it's no surprise when even between variants lost to time, it's the overgrown dino grabbing attention, aware of it or not. ( growlithe had hogged it for long enough, anyways— )

Rampardos doesn't seem to mind the stares he gets from miner and smaller fossil alike, long since used already to this human's particular awe for reasons he doesn't quite understand, but well. He's not being feared for once, and this human his own is so fond of keeps being an absolute enabler and bringing treats, so he doesn't mind. Certainly one of his favorite humans in this time.

Hopefully this human's dino wouldn't mind as he happily grabbed all of his attention. He would be doing it anyways while his own human wasn't available. / roark hyperfixates in real time live in 4K HD | accepting.

Ramses only looks a little disgruntled, mostly because he himself is constantly in awe at the sheer size of his brethren. Of course, Roark’s first observations were... caveman-like: one, him big, and two, him red. How Volkner managed to get his hands on an alpha shiny Rampardos may have had something to do with the association—Roark wasn’t that dumb, and if the way they had so constantly spoken to one another had proven to him, it was that any reminder was rather all-consuming.

It made it all the more endearing, really, and Roark had been more than happy to spoil Rampardos, assuming that he wasn’t terribly distracted by their beloved rock puppy.

“Ah, I’m glad you like what I bring you! Years of practice,” Roark babbles on, falling into the routine of taking care of the Cranidos line with a light scrub of a soft bristle brush. Even if this guy was an absolute unit, his arms, proportionally, were still pretty small. Even he needed help getting dusted off. Ramses settles himself by Roark’s side, and maybe he’s a little jealous, but that’s clearly because he isn’t the senior dinosaur in this arrangement anymore. Still, he’s benevolent with the alpha after having gotten used to the fact he could tower over him. Much of Roark’s living fossils had similar reactions upon seeing this particular specimen alive and well—they had never seen an abnormally large fossil in the flesh like this. “I never thought even fossils could be alpha-sized, too, which kind of sucks knowing that means the whole alpha thing died out within the last couple of centuries.”

A wistful sigh, but knowledge was knowledge, right? Gazing fondly at Rampardos, Roark sets down the brush to he can reach up and pull Rampardos’ head down by the spikes, gently and carefully bumping his head against the dino’s before letting go. “Thank you for protecting Volkner, by the way. I bet you did a pretty good job in my place, hehe.”

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks.#🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic.

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beelial · 7 months

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😰😒👽 go off king

As a horror fanatic, I am eating these up 🤣 thank you

😰 First ‘scary’ movie you saw as a kid

Jurassic Park 🤣 also the first vhs tape I owned myself! I was a dinosaur kid, totally obsessed. That and Jaws were my technical firsts! (Though I had been exposed to horror video games before these) My mom was picky with what I was allowed to watch, it was after I didn't have nightmares about these two that I was allowed to watch the 80s classics!

😒 Most annoying character in a scary movie

Okay oddly enough... I don't find many characters annoying as I find like.. general cast tropes to be. I'll always be annoyed by the popular teenagers trope, but I understand why they're there.

👽 Favorite Sci-Fi Horror

ALIEN ALIEN ALIEN ALIEN ALIEN ALIEN!!!! XENOMORPH MY LOVE!!!!!! FACE HUGGER MY CHILD!!!!!!!! BIG PUPPY BIG! RIPLEY MY BELOVED!!!!!!! WOWWEEEEEEE!!!!!! 100000000000000000/10!!!!!!!! BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!!!!!!!!

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erzvolnes · 2 years

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wth was that anon. kick enough puppies today? 🤨 jesus christ..

also i agree (with you). dinosaurs my beloved<3

literally

#ily <3

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samsassinparvismagna · 3 years

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Colin Zabel x Librarian!Reader!

Hey everyone,

Literally just belting this out after THAT shitshow. So from now on anything I post about my beloved Detective Husband is going to be an utterly delightfully wholesome AU because fuck everything.

So let's get on with whatever this is! (Might write this as a story sometime but for now have this. Also it's based on my own OC so I've had to tone her down a little so more people can feel immersed?) It's SFW and I tried to keep it GN but added a cut anyway, hope you enjoy!

-Mare and Colin visit the library to check up on a suspects alibi on being there

-that's when he meets youuuu

-afterwards he'd always be seeing you there, checking out book after book while asking you for recommendations

-is he reading the books? Of course! Whenever he gets time to anyway. Plus it gives him more things to say to you cos we all know he's an adorable awkward puppy

-eventually, he'll ask you out (after much peskering from Mare) and you say yes!!

-and then he's at the library even more than before! He loves seeing you in your element - arranging books, talking about them with such an enthusiasm he can't not want to read way more than he has time to! Also when he sees you interacting with kids his heart melts.

-its a shame nothing else melts in there though. The place is always freezing which gives him another excuse to see you, bringing you warm snuggly things like his sweaters, maybe a blanket and definitely a hot drink/food to help warm you up.

-once when you complained your feet were freezing he went out to his car and brought in some FUZZY!SOCKS!!! HE KEEPS SPARE SOCKS IN HIS CAAAR!!! His feet get cold too so he knowws

-he loves driving you to and from work when he can, he knows he can get really busy so enjoys spending whatever moments he can with you. Plus he likes to know you get there safely.

-he gets you cute book related gifts like cute bookmarks and signed!books!!

-he even tucks inside little love notes sometimes - another reason he loves to surprise you at work, especially on quiet days, is so he can hopefully see your reaction when you're reading and come across one of his little notes.

-your face immediately lights up and a huge squeel comes out, giving away his position and you immediately run up and kiss your wonderful boyfriend/soon to be husband

-cos this is forever y'all ❤️

BONUS:

if - or when - you have kids, he'll always be reading to them. He'd always hype up the library as a magical awesome place where mummy works and you can bet he'll always be telling them how he met you there (but throw in some dinosaurs and unicorns and spaceships cos murder is depressing)

I might add more to this but um yeah! Lemme know what you think! Hope it's not too awful! 🙈

Idk who to tag but I'll try @missdictatorme @misslongcep @samdrakeftw @thatspookyagent @americxn @demelzatheshipper @quicksilverownsmysoul @undeadcortez @spider-starry lemme know if you wanna or don't wanna be tagged in future stuff :)

#i love him so much #great thing about fiction #is we can make it up ourselves :)#colin zabel #detective colin zabel #detective husband #baby detective #colin zabel x reader #katnip writes #mare of easttown #i might expand on this if theres enough interest #feedback is hoped for too :)#katnipwrites

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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A full summary of “Furious Fu” for my followers who can’t find subs or who would rather look at a summary first to figure out if the episode is okay for them to watch:

- The kwami are arguing with Marinette because they want to go see Fu. Marinette argues against this by saying that his memory was erased. They ask why Tikki can go and Tikki explains that Marinette might need to transform. They offer to hide, still wanting to see him because he took care of them for 100+ years, but Marinette says that they need to let him restart his life with his soulmate, so it's her turn to take care of them.

- Wayzz points out that he understands, but Fu was his friend and he misses him. Marinette relents and allows Wayzz to go, which makes the other kwami upset. Marinette tries to get out of the situation by saying that someone needs to protect the box, and Trixx responds, "Well then only one of us needs to stay, right??"

- Sass suggests letting "destiny" decide (I have no idea what that means), then Mullo suggests Kwami-Kwa-Who, which seems like Eeny Meeny Minny Moe. Mullo lands on Marinette and says that Marinette will have to stay. The kwami go to fly away and Marinette blocks them off, stating that it was cheating and she's the guardian, so she decides what happens.

- The kwami give her puppy dog eyes and Marinette relents, asking which kwami will stay. Barkk calls Marinette "little one" and agrees to stay behind to watch for villains because they have a bad feeling (also being in the middle of watching a knight movie on Marinette's monitor).

- At the train station, the kwami start making noises. Marinette panics and claims it was her phone to any onlookers and that she'll "throw it in the trash" if it keeps talking. An old man is watching her from a garbage can in the distance.

- Fu and Marianne arrive and Marinette greets Marianne with a hug. Marianne asks Fu if he remembers Marinette, stating that "she found you after your boat accident; the one that erased your memory."

- Marinette hugs Mast--she catches herself and calls him "Mister/Sir Fu," and he thanks her for reuniting him with his beloved Marianne.

- Cut to the Seine where Marinette, Fu, and Marianne are sitting on a park bench and having snacks together. Fu explains that he's found that he has a passion for painting and pulls out a piece of art to show Marinette (it looks like splotches of paint in red, black, white, pink, and blue). Fu continues talking and Marinette notices that Wayzz has gotten out of the bag and is slowly crawling his way across the ground to make his way to see Master Fu (Wayzz keeps having eyelashes in some shots and it's really distracting). Marinette tries to be subtle in grabbing Wayzz, but Fu notices and picks him up, asking Marinette if it's one of her toys. She insists that it is and puts Wayzz back in her bag, leading to Wayzz squealing happily, "He touched me! He touched me!" Marinette panics and tries to claim that the toy talks, pulling him back out and trying to talk like a ventriloquist to make it seem like he talked.

- The old man from before is hiding in a box on a bicycle and spying on them.

- Fu wants to paint and goes to get set up, telling Marinette and Marianne to act like he's not there. The scene cuts to a painting Fu did of the two of them.

- Marinette comes home to find that an old man is suddenly in her room. Barkk re-states that they had a bad feeling and the man notes that Marinette had the Miracle Box (which is now in his possession). Marinette glances over to her hiding spot for it, seeing that it's indeed been opened, then asks who the man is. Tikki confirms that this is the previous owner of the Miracle Box before Fu, Su-Han.

- Marinette is skeptical and asks how he found her. He explains that his Guardian staff leads him directly to her Miracle Box. Marinette asks why she doesn't have one and he explains that she's not a real guardian. Marinette argues that Fu handed it to her, leading Su-Han to go off, calling Fu "chicken legs" and mocking the fact that Fu couldn't even do the fasting and that didn't meet the expectations he had for him.

- Marinette, annoyed, says that Fu has protected the box all this time and sacrificed himself to save Paris, and he even became a great painter. Su-Han starts to argue, then looks around and notices that there are missing kwami. Marinette explains that Fu had lost the butterfly and peacock, which leads Su-han to ask where Plagg is and Marinette answers that he's which Chat Noir, who she doesn't know the identity of because their identities are meant to stay secret. Su-Han notices her earrings (somehow? I guess guardians can sense miraculouses?) and starts to go on about how "OH I GUESS THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD" and continues on about how Plagg is "flying free" (he's not but go off I guess) which led to the end of dinosaurs and dragons and such, and that guardians aren't meant to hold miraculouses.

- Su-Han pulls out the Miracle Box and demands that the kwami return to it. The kwami sigh and pout, but ultimately go back into the box. Su-Han then takes a book out and starts reading off all the rules Marinette broke: Kwami aren't allowed out of the box, guardians mustn't hold miraculouses, and you mustn't lose a miraculous (Marinette technically lost the Bee but he'd have no way of knowing that; either the writers didn't realize this or Su-Han is blaming Marinette for Fu's mistake). Marinette argues that Fu used a miraculous and he explains that this is the exact problem; they keep making their own rules and children shouldn't be allowed miraculouses anyway.

- While he's talking, the knight movie Barkk was watching is still playing, and Su-Han thinks the knight is a person trapped in Marinette's monitor, nearly attacking it (presumably, no knowledge of technology since the order has been away for 150+ years). Marinette explains that it's a movie and Su-Han clearly doesn't get it, but cuts to the chase and asks her to lead him to Chat Noir so they can hand over their miraculouses. Marinette asks Tikki if it's a good idea and Tikki is unsure but states that he is the celestial guardian and whatnot, so maybe she should listen to him. Marinette sighs and transforms. They leave together.

- Su-Han and Ladybug meet up with Chat Noir. Su-Han demands that they hand over their miraculouses, to which Chat says that it's not a funny joke and he’d know because "he knows them all." Ladybug questions how he plans to defeat Shadow Moth and Su-Han explains that he'll hand the miraculouses over to adult holders who are fit for the job.

- Chat Noir is skeptical of Su-Han at first, but Ladybug insists that the kwami confirmed him as a previous guardian, even suggesting that this might be the right thing to do because maybe this is why they haven't been able to defeat Shadow Moth yet. Chat Noir tells Ladybug to trust herself like he trusts her, and agrees to hand over his miraculous, but only if she says so because she's the real guardian to him.

- Su-Han accepts these terms and demands that Ladybug order him to take off his miraculous (they're on a roof so I don't know how they plan to get down from there afterwards?), then she'll relinquish her guardian status to him. Ladybug asks if this means that she'll get her memory erased like Fu, which prompts Chat to suddenly pause in shock and ask specifically if she'll forget him. Ladybug doesn't answer and Chat Noir suddenly changes his tune, demanding that Su-Han come and get him if he wants his miraculous. Su-Han agrees and Ladybug panics, trying to get Chat Noir to calm down.

- Su-Han readies himself and explains that guardians are specifically trained to fight against miraculous holders, then takes Chat Noir down (Chat Noir makes a side comment about how "Master Fu was nicer"). Just before he swipes Chat Noir's miraculous, Ladybug throws Su-Han with her yoyo and is now on Chat Noir's side, insisting that she's guardian and that neither of them will be giving up their miraculouses. They fight, with Ladybug and Chat Noir managing to get enough of an upper hand (Ladybug puts the knight movie on her phone to distract him) to swipe both the box and staff, getting away.

- Shadow Moth senses Su-Han's negative emotions and sends a butterfly.

- Su-Han leaps after Ladybug and Chat Noir, muttering that this would be a simple task if he had his staff. Coincidentally, he spots Fu (who Marinette had to confirm the identity of, so I imagine that Fu never went to the temple like he said he would in "Feast"; "that old man was Fu/chicken legs?") and Marianne over by a fountain, Fu painting with one hand and his cane in the other.

- Su-Han descends and grabs Fu's cane, starting to tug-of-war with him over it. Marianne comes by and starts whacking him with her cane, telling her to leave her beloved alone. Su-Han then spots the akuma and quickly backs away, performing some sort of technique that causes him to be surrounded by a blue aura, repeating a phrase akin to "my anger is mine but my anger is not me." The butterfly is repelled, but Su-Han goes after Fu's cane again, opening the top to reveal some sort of orb inside, confirming that this is a proper guardian staff.

- Fu asks Marianne if she's okay, then glares at Su-Han and walks after him, demanding that he apologize to her and return his cane. Shadow Moth senses a new negative emotion and the butterfly goes after Fu instead. Su-Han quickly flees as he realizes that Fu is being akumatized(akumokized?).

- Shadow Moth gives ye ol' generic speech (plus a "we meet again" which obviously Fu doesn't get) to Fu about revenge and blah blah blah miraculouses, but Fu is confused and asks Shadow Moth to repeat himself. Shadow Moth sighs and simply asks if Fu wants revenge, which Fu answers affirmatively.

- Marianne sees Furious Fu and approaches, insisting that this isn't worth it. Fu spouts some Chinese saying (there's a LOT of that in this episode from both he and Su-Han), then pulls out some paper and starts writing on it in Chinese with his akumatized object (his ink brush). It says "Find" and Fu shouts as much, throwing the paper away and then leaping after it as it pursues Su-Han.

- Ladybug and Chat Noir are hiding in the football (soccer; sorry, I’m a filthy American :P) stadium, talking about what to do about the situation, when Su-Han shows up and demands their miraculouses. Ladybug notes that the cane he's carrying belongs to Fu and then Furious Fu shows up. Furious Fu writes "Thunder" and sends it into the sky, leading the sky to fill with dark clouds and start blasting everyone.

- They dodge while Su-Han and Ladybug fighting over the Miracle Box, leading them to send it flying a small distance away. Shadow Moth notices this and tells Furious Fu to retrieve the box, so Furious Fu gives chase. Ladybug drops the box and kicks it to Chat Noir as if they're playing soccer, so Chat Noir starts running away and keeping the Miracle Box at his feet. Chat Noir sees Furious Fu and Su-Han at both sides of him and panics, kicking the Miracle Box at the goal. Chat Noir stops to cheer that he achieved a goal, then Ladybug runs past him and he realizes oh, and chases after them.

- Furious Fu writers "Teleport" and attaches it to his head, which teleports him to the box's location. Furious Fu latches the box to himself and readies himself to fight, leaving Ladybug and Chat Noir standing there while Su-Han suddenly cowers and sneaks away. Ladybug and Chat Noir fight Furious Fu, but are clearly outmatched as he blocks their attacks and sends Chat Noir flying. Su-Han makes judgmental comments about their fighting from the sidelines, leading Chat Noir to point out that he's not doing anything. Su-Han explains that guardians are trained to fight holders, not the magic that a holder might make. Ladybug asks if they have to fix his mistake then (calling him out for causing Furious Fu in the first place) and Su-Han is unable to argue. Furious Fu then sends Ladybug and Chat Noir flying away.

- Furious Fu then challenges Su-Han directly and Su-Han has no choice but to fight back. They fight and Furious Fu writes, "Statue," sticking it to Su-Han and freezing him in place.

- Furious Fu retrieves his cane and Shadow Moth reminds him of the miraculouses. Furious Fu doesn't understand and even calls Chat "a bat without wings."

- Meanwhile, Ladybug explains to Chat that it's not important to defeat him, but to make sure he doesn't defeat them. Chat Noir doesn't understand and Ladybug tells him to keep Furious Fu busy while she makes a call. Chat can do that much so he leaves to fight.

- Ladybug uses Lucky Charm, changing her suit to its "upgraded" state and giving her a pair of pliers. She notes Chat Noir's ring, then a bin of soccer balls, then her yoyo, then the pliers. She rushes to enact her plan and Furious Fu notices her. He kicks Chat Noir away, sets his cane down, then writes "Vision" and sticks it on his head, making him see what Ladybug noticed earlier. He says that he sees what she's planning and pursues her, but Chat Noir knocks him down. They fight and Chat Noir calls for Cataclysm, but Ladybug screams for him to stop, running at them both with a soccer ball. Su-Han grabs Chat Noir's wrist, then puts Chat Noir in a hold, Chat held to his chest with one hand on Chat Noir's arm and the other hand on Chat Noir's wrist, trying to get him Cataclysm'd (which is a little strange since he seemed confused about the whole concept of fighting him earlier and doesn’t even know Chat Noir but I digress).

- Ladybug throws her yoyo, which Furious Fu catches in his mouth. Ladybug pulls herself to him, but he grabs her wrist with his hand (the one that wasn't holding Chat Noir's wrist), leaving her dangling. Ladybug smirks, catches the soccer ball with her feet, and shoves it against Chat Noir's elbow, preventing Chat Noir from using Cataclysm on himself as there's now too much space between his hand and chest. Furious Fu comments that neither of them can defeat him in this state, to which Ladybug replies that they're not going to.

- Marianne pops up, taking the brush from Furious Fu (it was tucked behind his ear) and snapping it in half, talking about the call she got from Ladybug. Ladybug smiles and thanks her, assuring that she did perfectly.

- Ladybug opens her yoyo to purify the akuma (as I notice that SHE HAS ACTUAL SOLES NOW IN HER UPGRADED FORM!!!), then uses Miraculous Ladybug, which throws her object in the air and her upgraded outfit goes with it, changing her back to normal. Su-han returns to normal and Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Marianne go to "pound it" before Chat Noir realizes that he's still got Cataclysm active. He Cataclysms the soccer ball from earlier and they do a proper fist bump now.

- Ladybug opens her yoyo and pulls out a Fu-colored amulet She gives it to Fu and assures him that it'll protect him. Fu says that he'll use it to remember her by (just a line to rub salt in the wound I guess) and thanks her along with "Mister Bat." Su-Han then shows up and apologizes to Fu for taking his cane, almost calling him "crybaby" before he corrects himself, claiming that he "mistook" Fu for "someone he knew long ago. Fu forgives him and they do the Chinese bowing thing with the fist against the palm.

- Back at the train station, Fu comments on the "adventure" of sorts and Marinette praises Marianne, having "heard that she was the real hero of the day." They both smile at her and the scene cuts away to Marinette in her bedroom with the kwami and Su-Han.

- Su-Han has two things to tell her and begins with the first thing, going on about her relying on a human with no powers, which is a huge no-no, and how she has the gall to invent her own rules... but that they strangely seem to work. That gets Marinette's attention and Su-Han goes on to talk about the second thing: that she has amazing natural instincts which is an essential quality for a guardian, so the "crybaby--er, Master Fu" may not have made such a bad choice after all. He talks about how this Miracle Box is the most powerful and the first, and that he can't imagine what would happen if they fell into the wrong hands.

- Su-Han tells Marinette that she can keep the box, but if she makes one mistake, he'll come back and take it again. She smiles and goes to put the box away, then Su-Han talks about how he'll be staying in Paris for a while; he needs to get used to the modern world as a guardian, after all. Marinette tells him that he'll "need these" for that and offers him a pair of shoes. Su-Han looks down at his current shoes, which are currently torn open at the fronts (they've been like that for the whole episode). They laugh and the episode ends.

#category: episode summaries #episode: Furious Fu

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cheridraws · 2 years

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top five pokemon and/or top five pokemon characters

My beloveds!!

5. Gigalith! OUGHH GIANT BOULDER MY LOVE. I love almost all the Unova pokemon, but especially this one! I don’t usually have rock types, so he’s a first for me, but I loved him in my BW playthrough! Also Im just obsessed with huge, spiky designs haha. He’s like a mountain (and massive pokemon have my heart) I named him Raveoli :)

4. Bulbasaur! He’s my favorite grass type starter. He’s so cute!! He’s just a little dinosaur with a flower…. I wanna squeeze him. He was also my first starter, so he has a special place in my heart

3. Eelektross! After discovering submas, I grew to love the design of this little guy. I even got one in my recent BW playthrough! I love electric types, and all the art I’ve seen has made me really like it!

2. Leafeon! It’s my favorite eevee-lution, and probably one of my favorite grass types besides bulbasaur. I love the design, and have adored this buddy since I first saw it back in the Poképark Wii game

1. Gastrodon! I absolutely adore my murder slug/puppy combo!!! His design is so slimy and I love it! Most Pokémon games, if I don’t pick the water type starter, I make sure to catch one, he’s always one of the most used Pokémon on my team

#thanks for the ask!#ask me anything #ask game #(I just did the pokemon I hope that’s okay lol #granted for favorite characters id say everyone in hisui #and hop #probably elesa too #team rockets good too #)

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checkurwindow · 3 years

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i’m so scared

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: It’s a lot longer than my usual fic and much angstier, but hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Teen for light swearing.

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

Word count: 5200+ I KNOW!! It’s the single longest piece of writing I’ve ever written.

Author’s note: I’m actually really proud of this fic so please reblog and let me know what you thought of it! Here’s my masterlist for more content! I wrote a sequel to this fic too!

One

That’s how old she was when her father left. Her mother knew that he was never going to stay, but that didn’t stop her from breaking down every night for 3 months when she thought her beloved daughter had fallen asleep, when instead she lay awake, wondering what could have happened to make her mother hide her sadness every day, only letting her walls come down when she thought nobody was watching.

She didn’t understand much beyond that, just knowing that her dear old dad had left for a pack of cigarettes and milk, but left behind only a stack of legal papers on the counter while her mother had gone off to work, desperate to give her little girl the best life she could.

Two

The number of people in her family. She and her mom, her mom and her. It was just the two of them, or at least that’s what her mother told her every time she asked. She was fine with that, she loved her mother with all her little heart. She didn’t need anybody else.

Her mom had found a job in Providence, a job that could support both of them, and an apartment that had a reasonable rent. She was scared at first, moving to a “big city”, but her mom assured her that it was a kingdom, and she was the princess.

Three

That was the number of bracelets she had gotten for her fifth birthday. She and her mom had been walking downtown, running some errands, when they walked past a jewelry store and saw the set of three bracelets in the store window.

She had asked her mom if she could have them, even resorting to using her best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to persuade her.

Her mom had told her that they were too expensive, and they didn’t have enough money to buy them. She was disappointed, sulking the rest of the way home.

3 weeks later, her mom returned to the jewelry store, spending almost a month's worth of her salary to buy that special set of bracelets for her daughter. She was beyond excited when she woke up on her birthday and saw that bright pink box next to her bed.

She started showing off those prized possessions of hers to all her friends at school. One was gold with a diamond charm, the other was silver with a ruby charm. The last was bronze with a deep sapphire charm. The bronze one was her favourite, even after Derek Reagan said it was ugly. She told Derek that he was ugly.

Four

That was the grade she was in when she met him.

It was a usual Monday, she was rushing through some unfinished homework when Mr Kingston, her teacher entered, accompanied by a boy who looked just a little taller than her.

Turns out it was a new student, transferring from another school that had just closed down. He was wearing a blue button-down, a big difference from the rest of the boys in her class whose t-shirts were either dinosaurs, or cars, or superheroes. He introduced himself as Ethan Jonah Ramsey while the rest of the class stared blankly at him, before returning to their own friends. Mr Kingston assigned him to the seat next to her.

“Hi, Eefen Jonah!” She waved excitedly at him as he sat down next to her.

“My name is Ethan, Jonah is my middle name,” he corrected.

She made a small ‘o’ with her mouth, thinking for a short while before responding, “I prefer Eef,” she smiled, making him blush slightly.

She took a container out of her bag, opening it to reveal large apple slices. She took one in each hand, careful not to let them slip as she turned back towards him, offering the slice in her left hand.

He slowly took one and smiled, “thanks,” he said when he noticed the set of sparkly jewelry on her wrist, “I like your bracelets.”

Five

That’s how many people were in her friend group by middle school.

First, there was Jackie Varma. She thought Jackie was a little mean when she first met her, she always picked fights with everyone. But she soon learned that she was only mean to people she didn’t like, and she even called Derek stupid when he was mean to her. She asked Jackie if she wanted to have lunch with her after that.

Next was Sienna Trinh. She was nice to everyone, and her first friend at school. She always shared her food, usually sweet treats, with everyone in class, even when Jackie was convinced they were poisonous, she never stopped radiating her positivity.

Bryce Lahela was a flirt. And rightfully so, as every girl in her class had a crush on him. Every girl except her. Bryce was convinced he knew the reason why, and voiced his opinion every chance he got, “She doesn’t have a crush on me because she’s in love with Ramsey, that’s the only reason.”

She would always blush when he said that, which was often seeing how he and Jackie bickered daily about it. Yes, she and Ethan had been best friends since fourth grade. Yet that was all they were. Best friends, never venturing out of that sacred zone.

And then there was Ramsey himself. He had gotten tall, very tall. He was easily the tallest of the group, while she was one of the shortest, barely taller than Sienna. He was a bit gangly and awkward, sometimes very quiet as well, but he was her best friend.

Six

That was the day of the month Ethan was born.

He was turning fifteen, and begged his dad for money instead of his usual books. His dad thought it was strange, as reading had quickly become one of his favorite pastimes, but waved it off as typical teenager behaviour.

A couple days before, she had lost her treasured bracelets. She had taken them off during art class, careful not to spill paint and ruined her favourite set of jewelry. She had rushed off after class because she wanted to get the cafeteria pizza while it was still fresh and hot for all her friends, and accidentally left the bracelets behind. When she came back to get them after lunch, however, they were gone. She cried for the first time in what felt like forever.

Ethan’s dad had done what he had asked of him, giving him cash for his birthday. Upon receiving his present, he rushed up to his room and took his box of savings out from the top of his closet, almost falling off the chair he was climbing to get them.

He hurriedly counted up all his money, adding to the amount he had been saving, ecstatic when he realised he had a little more than what he needed. He quickly ran out, wallet in hand, barely able to tell his dad that he was going out as he sprinted out the front door.

He finally made it to the jewelry store that, after much research, he knew carried the same set of bracelets as the ones his best friend had lost. The attendant asked what a young man like himself was doing buying such an expensive set of jewelry, teasing about if using all his hard-earned cash by doing extra chores was really worth it for a girl.

He smiled widely, heart racing from the sprint over, but nodded rapidly, forking over the money he had planned to use to buy a new set of books. When he got home, he put the shiny new bracelets in a box, doing his best to wrap them in bright red wrapping paper, her favourite colour.

At school the next day, he got in early and slipped the box into her desk drawer before she arrived.

“Eef,” that’s what she called him when something big was happening, “you won’t believe what I found!” she squealed to him after class.

She told him all about the bracelets she found at her desk, while he smiled and nodded, telling her he was happy for her. Jackie made eye contact with him and gave him a knowing look, his eyes darting around the room when he realised, but she didn’t say a word about it after that.

Seven

The number of med schools she applied to. They all applied to med schools.

She applied to Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton, Brown, NYU, and Johns Hopkins.

She was accepted to all of them, which was more than impressive. Her mother had never been prouder of her.

Ethan never told her, but he applied to the same schools as her, all seven. He got into all of them except Harvard, so hoped to every powerful being up beyond the night sky that she wouldn’t accept their invitation. He wasn’t ready to lose her, not yet, maybe not ever.

After spending countless coffee-fueled nights sorting through and weighing the pros and cons of each school, she finally decided on Johns Hopkins. Ethan did too, after he determined that they had the best professors there. At least, that’s what he told her when she asked how he decided.

Sienna, one of her closer friends in the group, was her shoulder to cry on if Ethan wasn’t around, which was rare but had happened a couple times throughout the years. Sienna decided to go to Princeton, along with her boyfriend, Wayne, or was it Dwayne? Nobody really knew as he never bothered to show up most of the time when they reluctantly invited him per Sienna’s request.

The rest of their friend group split up, each going to a different med school. They made a pact one drunken night the summer before they all headed out to med schools all across the country.

They promised to meet up every chance they could, even if it meant driving in the middle of the night through storm and snow. Jackie insisted it was way too cheesy when Sienna half sobbed, half stated it while they sat on Bryce’s rooftop, bottles of alcohol and snacks surrounding them, but in the end, the tears made Jackie agree.

Ethan helped her pack for college, something she assured him she could easily do herself but he insisted anyway. He helped move her things into her dorm, something he hadn’t yet done for himself but he didn’t care. They met her roommate, Grace Young, who upon first seeing them, mistakenly assumed they were dating. She quickly corrected Grace, properly introducing Ethan as her best friend.

Eight

That’s the number of years it took for Ethan to realise he was in love with her.

Why it had taken him so long, he didn’t have a single clue. He should’ve realised it sooner, but now he couldn’t not see it. Ethan was completely sure he was mind-blowingly in love with her.

Why hadn’t he noticed the first day he met her, when she immediately shared her apple slices with him, making him feel welcome and accepted unlike most of the class. Sure, he had figured out long ago that she was beautiful, but he never thought it was love.

Why hadn’t he noticed it all through middle school, when Bryce mercilessly teased the both of them about it. “Damn,” he thought, “I hate it when Bryce is right.”

And why had he not realised it in high school, when he spent all his savings he earned over countless summers to replace the bracelets that she lost? When instead of bullying her, Derek Reagan started flirting with her, which made Ethan so angry when he saw it happen, but ecstatic when she turned him down in front of the whole school, citing all the times he had bullied and picked on her. Friends don’t do that for each other. But she was more than just a friend, wasn’t she?

Ethan should’ve known when he followed her 370 miles away from their hometown just to be at the same med school as her. Sure, it was a great school, but that wasn’t the reason he was there. He was there for her. You don’t just do that for a friend you like or even have a crush on. No, he loved her.

It was quite ridiculous, really. How had she gotten him wrapped around her finger, and without him even realising for so many years? Ethan knew he was helpless to her charms, he would do anything she wanted him to do, he would’ve followed her to the ends of the earth if she had asked.

But did she know? That was the thought that circled around his head during sleepless nights as he tossed and turned in his bed. Did she know how weak she made him? How helpless he was when it came to anything that had to do with her?

He quickly decided that she couldn’t have known. She wouldn’t have let him spend all his birthday money and savings on her, let him follow her to med school, let him torture himself all these years if she knew it was all for her.

Nine

That’s how many apartment listings she had to choose from.

She sat in the coffee shop near the hospital reading over the listings. Now that they had started their residency, Grace had been matched with another hospital and moved in with fellow interns there.

This one was too expensive, that one would be too loud. She had no idea which one to choose. And to add to her troubles, she had no roommate. There was no way she could find a reasonable place in downtown Boston without a roommate, it was impossible.

That’s when Ethan walked through the door, his hair combed to perfection as usual.

“Ethan, thank god you’re here. Come help me pick out an apartment,” she pleaded, showing him pictures of all the listings.

He shrugged his jacket off as he sat down next to her, inhaling the comforting scent of hers he had grown to love over all these years that wafted through the air.

“This one looks nice,” he pointed to one of the listings, “barely a block away from the hospital, great lighting, tons of restaurants around, and the rent would be affordable for two people.”

“I know, it’s perfect but I can’t afford it,” Ethan frowned and looked up at her in confusion.

She let out a defeated sigh, “I haven’t found a roommate yet, and there’s no way I can afford that place all on my own,” she admitted and turned back to the other listings in search of a cheaper place, the frown still evident on her face.

“I’ll be your roommate,” he mentally cursed himself the second those words escaped from his mouth. He had just offered to be roommates with his best friend that he just happened to be hopelessly in love with. What could possibly go wrong?

His regrets immediately ceased to exist when her face lit up, full of delight. She threw her arms around him gratefully, hugging him as tightly as she could, and he knew every single moment would be worth it for her, “thank you so much, Eef!”

Ten

That’s the number of times he had tried to tell her.

The first time was when she came home after a bad day. It was pouring rain outside, and she had walked in completely drenched and in a mess of tears. After many attempts on Ethan’s part to try to get her to tell him what was wrong, he eventually gave up and stuck to comforting her instead. As she cried, soaking his clothes with not only her tears but the rain her clothes and hair had absorbed on the way in, he wanted nothing more than to tell her how much he loved her.

Then there was the time she convinced him to bake a cake together on their day off. He had accidentally gotten cake batter on her nose, and she laughed as she smeared some of it across his face, which resulted in a war using their leftover ingredients still on the counter. He never thought she was more beautiful than she was right there, and was tempted to risk it all. But he never did.

The third time was over the phone, he had gone home but she was still at Edenbrook, filling in patient charts when he received a call from her.

“Hey, Ethan.”

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice was momentarily shaky on the other end, it made his heart rate go up significantly, “I just wanted to tell you...hi,” was what she said after a long pause.

“You called just to say hi?” he laughed.

“Yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up before he had a chance to respond.

The next time was when they watched a movie. “Maybe a romantic movie would help,” he thought to himself as he loaded up The Fault In Our Stars. He was wrong. The movie only made her cry again, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell her then.

The next time, he was determined to finally do it. He stopped by the florist on the way home, picking up a bouquet of her favourite flowers, bougainvilleas. He even rehearsed the exact words he was going to say when he professed his love to her while walking back. But he opened the door only to be met with her wearing a stunning blue sundress that left him was speechless. Only she had that effect on him.

The sixth time was in the middle of the night, around 1 am. Ethan couldn’t sleep, his head was clouded with thoughts of her and her alone. He convinced himself he was going to tell her. Yes, he was going to march into her room and tell her. He got up to tell her, but instead heard her throwing up when he approached the door. He spent the rest of the night comforting her and making sure she was okay.

Then he decided he couldn’t do it himself. He called up Sienna, who had long since figured out who Ethan was in love with. Sienna actually laughed when he had asked her to tell her on his behalf. She thought it was a joke. When she realised he was being serious, her lighthearted behavior dissolved, instead, she firmly told him that he had to do it himself, and promptly hung up the phone.

Eighth time’s the charm, right? Wrong. He thought of writing a letter, “it’s easier this way,” he thought. All he had to do was write his feelings down on a piece of paper and hand her the letter, easy. He then realised that it was far too impersonal. He knew her, hell, he spent more than half his life with her. And that’s why he knew that if he ever did it, she’d want to hear it in person from him directly.

Then he tried to tell her as they walked back from Edenbrook after a long shift. It was a typical Boston day, and Ethan decided there was no time like the present to tell her. He had every intention to tell her, he really did. But she received an important phone call that she needed to take just as he was about to open his mouth.

Finally, he decided that he had had enough. He wasn’t going to let anything come between his plans to tell her the truth for a second longer than he needed to. He planned a delightful picnic for the both of them. They headed to a nearby park that she loved on a cool but sunny day, it was a perfect day. And that was what stopped him from telling her this time.

They were having so much fun, what if by telling her the truth, he ruined the day. What if he ruined their entire friendship, years worth of time spent together wasted and down the drain all because he was so selfish? What if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, and that was the last good memory of her that he had? He gave up trying to tell her after that.

Eleven

That’s how many times she tried to tell him.

The first time was immediately after she found out. It was a shocking discovery, and she was lost as to what to do with the new information. It didn’t exactly help that it had been an awful day. On her way back to the apartment, it started to rain heavily. A terrible end to a terrible day, really. When she finally made it indoors, she instantly fell into his arms. She knew she could’ve told him there, but she didn’t.

She decided that they needed to be doing something more fun and lighthearted, so she suggested baking, and was surprised when he actually agreed. But seeing him there, covered in cake batter, who knows how much flour, and grinning at her, she wanted to keep this memory.

After feeling guilty for not telling him that day, she called him while taking a break from charts.

“Hey, Ethan,” she said, building herself up to finally tell him.

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice quivered, the nerves building up, “I just wanted to tell you,” she decided it was too much, she’d tell him another time, “...hi.”

‘You called just to say hi?” she heard his laugh on the other end.

She closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed, “yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up as quickly as she could.

The next time she tried to tell him was during movie night, but the bastard just had to pick The Fault In Our Stars. Since when did Ethan even start voluntarily watching romantic movies anyway? And he couldn’t have picked any other movie. She spent a good part of the rest of the night cursing the tears that choked back all the words she wanted to say.

Then she was going to tell him when he got back to the apartment. She spent so long in the bathroom practicing what she was going to say to him in the mirror. Time and time again, pacing in her favourite blue sundress to calm her nerves as she recited the words back to herself. But then he showed up with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He had always been so sweet like that to her. She really didn’t deserve him, and she hated herself for not telling her then.

At 1 in the morning, she felt sick to her stomach, and rushed into her bathroom. She threw up all of her dinner from hours before, no doubt looking awful while doing so. Then Ethan showed up and spent the entire night comforting her. She knew she could’ve ended her own torture right then and there, and she was planning to. Up until she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Maybe she didn’t have to be the one to tell him? And so she drove an hour back to Providence to see her mom, seeking advice. There must’ve been a better way to tell him, a way that wouldn’t be putting her through so much agony. Her mom only hugged her tightly. She told her that she was the only one who could make the decision to tell him and wished her the best of luck.

She sat at her desk and attempted to write a letter, but how could you write someone a letter to tell them about such a subject? There was no way words on a piece of paper could explain how she felt. It wasn’t fair to Ethan, it had to be done in person.

And then there was the time they were walking back home from the hospital. She would’ve told him there, she should’ve told him there, but she didn’t. Instead, she received a phone call. She knew exactly what the call would be about even before she tapped the ‘answer’ icon.

The next was the time he set up a picnic for the both of them. It was a perfect day, it was the perfect time to tell him, but that was the moment she realised she loved him. She just wasn’t willing to stain the moment she realised she loved her best friend with her horrible news.

Finally, there was the time she actually told him the truth. It was cold, but she asked him to go up to the rooftop with her. He agreed, and they made their way up to the empty rooftop garden. They stood in silence as they looked out at the city around them, the city lights glittering like diamonds in the dark, or shooting stars in the night sky. Ethan tried to tell her first.

“I love—”

“Ethan, I’m dying.”

Twelve

That’s how many months are in a year. That’s how many inches are in a foot. That’s how many signs there are in the zodiac. That’s how many days of Christmas there are.

That wasn’t how many malignant tumours she had, Ethan refused to believe it.

Well, as he soon learned, that there were most likely more than 12 tumours in the person he grew up with, the person he loves, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the person who had much less than a lifetime to live. There were twelve tumours over a month ago, and she hadn’t told him.

He was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t know his best friend had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. It was needless to say he felt like absolute shit. She had end-stage cancer and he, a doctor, couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it.

He waited until he was out of her sight before he let all his emotions out, he asked her if she could go back in the apartment and leave him on the roof to process what had happened, she did.

He knew all about pancreatic cancer, he knew that the symptoms usually don’t show up until it was too late, he knew that it would’ve already spread all across her body. Yet, it didn’t stop him from completely breaking down after she went back down.

He sobbed, he sobbed until all the tears were gone, then he shouted, he shouted at the night sky, shouting at every being up there, screaming at them, asking how they could possibly curse the most perfect person in the world with an untreatable tumour.

Once he was done, once his tear ducts were dry and his throat was hoarse, he returned to the apartment, his eyes red and his throat sore. He quietly crept into her room, seeing those teary eyes of hers that broke his heart, that made every cell in his body hurt and scream. He wordlessly climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her. That was how they spent the rest of the night, him silently holding her in his arms, not willing to ever let go.

She fell asleep fast, she was tired, she was always tired nowadays. He was the opposite, his mind racing. He spent the entire night hating himself for not realising sooner, for missing all the clues. All the clues that were right in front of his face this whole time.

He remembered the first time he tried to tell her when she came home upset, was that when she learned the news? He thought about how she reacted to the movie they watched, he finally realised why she was crying so much more. Then there was the night she threw up, he cursed himself for missing that. It had been so obvious. But he hated himself the most for not spending all his time with her when he had the chance.

Now as he sat in the hospital room, his head in his hands as she slept soundly, all he could do was wait. Wait for the cancer to take her from her friends, her family, from him. That’s all he could do now, wait. Ethan had been in the hospital for a week now, she’d wanted to be at Edenbrook so that he could see her during his breaks, but he hadn’t worked since the day he found out.

He only went back to their apartment to take a shower every now and then, and even then he sprinted to and fro. They didn’t know when her time would be up, it could be hours, days, weeks, or even months. And he had to be around when she ran out of time, he would hate himself even more if he wasn’t.

He had called all of their friends, and they all took turns showing up at her room to see her. Bryce showed up with a gigantic stuffed teddy bear that didn’t fail to make her laugh. Jackie came with a million stories about her horrible intern, attendings, and patients alike. Sienna came in everyday bearing fresh home-cooked food for her.

His dad and her mom showed up most days too, providing words of encouragement for not only her, but him as well. They both figured out one way or another how he felt about her, and they knew how hard it was for him.

Ethan was always at the hospital, but limited the time he spent in her room. He couldn’t stand being at her bedside, watching her groan and moan in pain as he was completely fine. Everything just felt too real for him.

“Doctor Ramsey, she’s asking for you,” a nurse said. He looked up and nodded. His feet felt heavy, like they were made of bricks as he approached her room. He pushed the door open, and his heart dropped at the sight before him.

She was staring back at him, her eyes hadn’t changed a single bit. The rest of her didn’t share the same fate as her eyes. She was thinner, her face pale and gaunt, she looked exhausted. The hospital gown looked as if it was wearing her, and not the other way around. And despite all of that, she was still beautiful in his eyes.

“Hi,” she said in a whispered tone.

He pressed his lips together, choking back the tears that were beginning to form. He couldn’t handle this.

“You look awful,” she teased, which earned a pitiful laugh from him as he wiped the sides of his eyes where tears were moments away from falling.

She moved to one side of the hospital bed to make room for him. He hesitated for a moment, afraid that he would hurt her some way, but he eventually laid down beside her. Her frail frame clung to him, and he felt the dreadfully familiar feeling of her tears staining his shirt.

“I’m so scared, Eef,” her use of the enchanting nickname she gave him that he wholeheartedly loved made the tears fall from his eyes as he closed them tightly, holding back a sob.

He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t find the right words, so he just hugged her as tightly as he could without hurting her and pressed his lips against her forehead. After all, what were you supposed to say to someone whose life you would trade your own with when they’re dying?

Was he supposed to lie and say “everything’s going to be okay”? He wouldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her any longer after all the wasted time he spent lying about his true feelings. No, he would hold her. He would hold her and love her until he couldn’t love her anymore.

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bboocore · 2 years

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so I went thrifting all day yesterday…..

I got a pillow pet cow, 2 beanie baby fleeces w tags!, a tiny lamb, a pink aurora dinosaur, princess di beanie baby, a furby, and a weird jellybean that identifies more as a Cheeto.

webkinz ~! panda, American cocker spaniel, pink poodle, lion, horse, and GOOGLES! heck yes!!!

of course, i got beanie boos!!!! witchie the Halloween cat, precious the pink dog, sugar the white dog, Brutus, Rosette the purple unicorn, Pups (the tablet holding puppy), pugsly (one of the originals without the sparkly eyes and with a purple tag!!) razberry, MY BELOVED MONKEY, and Izzy the ladybug!

bonus boo shelf update!

#beanie boos #plushblr #ty #ty beanie babies #ty beanie boos #safeplush #furby #webkinz #aurora

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waywardodysseys · 4 years

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The Right One - Chapter Two

Pairing: Single Dad!Chris Evans x female reader

Warnings: fluff

Author’s note: @mug-nificent - thank you as always

The Right One: Chapter One

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The blinking cursor taunts you. It’s thin black line ready to travel over the page as your fingers move across the keyboard. You sigh heavily, hoping the words will come but they don’t. They seem to be right there on the edge, but they never want to appear. You’ve had a difficult time writing lately, especially since your grandmother passed away and the house became the center of your attention.

Your editor has been begging for new work close to four months now. She’d call and pester you about the need for new material and you’d say, “I’m working on it.”

She’d then retort with, “fans are clamoring for the next book Y/N.”

“I know,” you’d hiss at her. You loved your editor but there were times she was a thorn in your side you couldn’t get rid of.

Winter now walks into the room. The jingle of her tags drawing your attention away from the laptop and to her. She sits and looks at you, tilts her head.

You need to get out of the house, out into the fresh air of the world.

“How about we go to the dog park?”

Winter’s tail begins wagging. It doesn’t stop as you get up, walk out of the office and downstairs.

You reach for her leash and stop. Her tattered purple leash hangs next to the red plaid one Chris and Theodore had used to bring her back to you. They hadn’t come by and gotten it. Though it’s only been a few days.

Your fingers trace down the material as you think about the two.

You had noticed who Chris was when you laid your eyes on him, but you had no idea the actor had a son, let alone a girlfriend or wife. You had been living in the country not under a rock and had heard various rumors the actor wanted a family and kids, but he was continuously single after a breakup a couple of years ago.

Winter’s yappy bark removes your focus from your thoughts and back to grabbing the purple leash. You hook the leash on her collar then grab the car keys on the counter.

“Let’s hope the fresh air does us both some good.”

The smell of fresh cut grass moves through the breeze as you sit on a bench within the dog park you brought Winter to. Happy dog barks and children playing greet your ears as you eye Winter playing with a couple other dogs.

She had enjoyed the open air and free roam of the farm, just like you had. Both of you had to accustom yourself to life in the suburbs. While you were adjusting to being back in a city, Winter had been raised on the farm, all the dog knew was farm life.

You had known the farm life when you were younger. Living on the family farm every summer until you went to college. You had returned on occasion but remained faithful to finding work in Chicago, spinning out short stories and eventually moving onto novels. You were working on a final book, not your last book, but a final book in a beloved series you held close to your heart.

Maverick was a heroine you had created after a painful breakup, which made you move out to family farm over five years ago. Your grandmother had seen your broken heart and gave you Winter.

“You need something,” she emphasized when she handed you the six-month-old puppy.

You had sighed heavily, knowing you weren’t going to win, and took the fragile puppy into your hands. One eye dark as night, the other eye bright as the snow. You hadn’t like snow for a name therefore deciding on Winter. She had been by your side since.

Then your grandmother had passed away a few months ago, making the holidays unbearable. She had been the only person in your family to understand why you wanted to move away from your parents, to move away from the life you had here once upon a time.

“Can I sit with you?”

A small but familiar voice breaks through your thoughts. You look over into jade green eyes.

You shake your head, “of course you can. Where’s your dad?”

Theo points towards the parking lot. You follow the direction of his arm. “Ladies like my dad a lot, they show up if we leave the house. It’s really annoying sometimes.”

You laugh and smile, “I don’t see anyone bombarding him today.”

Theo huffs and rolls his eyes, “just wait.”

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Chris pulls into the parking lot, finds a spot, and parks the SUV. Theo’s already opening the door as Chris removes the keys from the ignition.

“Careful Theo!” Chris calls after him. He smiles looking at Dodger and his son, unsure who is dragging who towards the entrance of the dog park.

His blue eyes roam over the scene before him.

Not a cloud in sight as the bright spring sun shines brightly. Trees budding green leaves as the grass begins to slowly grow in the warmer weather. Children laughing and playing, most at the playground, others inside of the fenced in dog park playing with their beloved pet. Then he spots her.

The neighbor from down the street. Her eyes are searching for her Australian Shepherd, which has made its way towards the entrance to greet Dodger.

Theo unhooks the leash and proceeds towards her. Chris watches as she smiles widely and nods her head, recognizing the young child. He points in Chris’ direction and her eyes follow as her smile remains. She raises her eyebrows and then laughs. Chris is now dying to know what his son had told her.

Chris makes his way towards the entrance, thankful none of the regulars have noticed him. He was getting tired of the attention he got, even in his hometown. Chris walks through the gated entrance to the dog park towards Theo and the neighbor. Their voices carrying over to his ears.

“Why Winter? Because she looks like a snowflake. I would’ve named her snowflake.”

“Because—,” you begin.

Theo continues without taking a breath, “dad has Dodger. I’ve never had a dog before Dodger. I always wanted a dog, but the other foster homes never had any and the group home didn’t allow pets.”

You smile as you take in his words. “I’m sure Dodger enjoys having a kid around.”

Theo smiles brightly, “he sleeps in my room on my bed with me. He used to sleep with dad, but dad said I need protecting so dad told him to watch over me and now Dodger sleeps in my room. On my bed.”

“Well your dad’s not wrong. A dog protects fiercely, just like a parent does,” you reply, finally able to get in a word between Theodore’s rapid firing of information.

Chris laughs and shakes his head. Theo was full of questions. What kid wouldn’t be? He admires your understanding as you try to get in a word edgewise and answer his questions.

“Theo,” Chris remarks as he approaches the bench, “go find a ball and get Dodger moving. We need to wear him out. Maybe get Winter worn out too. I’m sure our friendly neighbor would like a quiet evening at home with her dog resting.”

“Okay,” Theo sighs heavily as he gets up and walks away.

Chris hears you chuckle as he watches his son find one of the many tennis balls on the ground and calls Dodger and Winter. He then proceeds to move his eyes to you.

“Thank you,” Chris utters.

“You’re welcome.” Knowing Chris appreciated you for engaging with Theo and not turning him away.

You two are quiet as you both watch Theo play with Dodger and Winter. The two dogs playing happily together. You smile and lower your head. Winter’s only interactions with other dogs were here and she rarely played with other dogs because she was more focused on you and being your side.

You clear your throat as the silence begins to become too much, “your son said he was in foster care. How long ago did you adopt him?”

Chris glances at you sideways then sighs, “beginning of the week.”

“Still trying to figure out each other?”

“We’ve done relationship building activities for the past two months while everything was getting approved. Gone dozens of places, met my family. I’ve kept everything hidden from the outside world. I’m not ready for people to know I’m a dad.”

“But you are a dad. An official one. And by the looks of things,” you point to the small boy chasing the two dogs, “a good one too.”

“I’ve wanted my own family for a few years but with my work I couldn’t find the time. Couldn’t find the right person,” Chris utters under his breath.

“And now you have the time with the superhero business behind you.”

Chris gives a lopsided smile, “so I guess you do know who I am.”

“I do but I’m not intrigued by that perspective of you. I’m intrigued by the man who gave that,” you point once again towards Theodore, “kid a chance.”

“I saw him, heard his giggly laugh and knew he was the one. Glad I took the chance. I wouldn’t exchange him for another kid.”

“He’s enthralled by you. Must be excited that Captain America is his dad. I’m sure you’d be willing to take a chance on another kid.”

Chris shrugs, “I’d love a daughter too. Best of both worlds. Maybe a couple of years down the road I’ll adopt a girl,” Chris turns towards you, “what about you?”

You shrug, “not much to tell. Grew up in the Midwest, spent my summers on the family farm out here. My grandmother owned the house I’m currently living in.”

“Family farm?”

“Up near Princeton. My uncle and his wife lived there before they retired and moved down to Florida. They had no kids, left the place to me about seven years ago. I officially moved in five years ago after a painful breakup.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

You shrug, “it’s fine. It’s in the past. I created something from it and I’m proud of my creation.”

Chris raises his eyebrows, “creation?”

You smirk, “stop by a bookstore. You know my name.”

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A couple hours later Chris is driving Theo and Dodger home when he drives by Concord Bookshop. He looks over at Theo.

“You mind if we stop at the bookstore?”

Theo smiles, “can I get some books on dinosaurs?”

Chris grins and laughs, “of course buddy.”

Theo throws his arms in the air, “yes!”

Once inside the local bookstore, Chris finds a bookseller while Theo wonders off to the children’s section.

“Excuse me?”

The older gentleman looks at Chris over his glasses. “How may I help you?”

“I am looking for anything by Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The older gentleman thinks, “do you want Creative Rebirth or the Maverick series?”

“Uh, I was given her name on a recommendation.”

“Her Creative Rebirth is a self-help slash journal project. The Maverick series is fantasy. Dark, gritty, apocalyptic.”

“Both.” Chris remarks.

The older gentleman begins moving his feet through some of the displays and tall bookcases, leading Chris over to the Self-Help section. The man scans a shelf and pulls out a book, handing it over to Chris.

Chris begins to flip through the pages of the paperback book.

“She explains how creativity gives someone a chance to reinvent themselves, a chance to remake who they are and move on from the past. I recommend you check out the website, plenty of people post their creative innovations on it.”

“Thanks,” Chris whispers.

“Let me take you to the Sci-Fi section,” the bookseller leads Chris to another part of the bookstore. “After she wrote Creative Rebirth, she decided to follow through with her own advice and began writing the Maverick series.”

After getting Theo and Dodger into bed, Chris makes his way through the house towards his bedroom. He did miss the four-legged dog in his bed but knew Dodger was attached to the kid since they had first met a couple of months ago.

Once Chris was in comfortable clothes and settled into his own bed, he grabs the copy of Creative Rebirth and turns to the first page -

I stared into two eyes – one dark as night, one bright as day. I was lost, forever lost in those eyes. My grandmother told me I needed something when she handed me the six-month-old puppy. She was right but my grandmother didn’t know this six-month-old puppy was going to be my saving grace.

My heart was broken in the budding days of spring in the year 2013. I remember the day clearly even though a pounding thunderstorm was beating down over the city of Chicago.

Tags: @random066, @denisemarieangelina, @cheeseburgersstuff, @tessa-bl, @straightforwardly, @fallenoutofrose, @dwights-new-plague, @firstangeldragonranch, @cmalass, @memoriesat30

#the right one chapter 2 #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #single dad chris evans #adoption #multichapter #single dad #single parent #original child character

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aliypop · 3 years

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When The Sun Rises

Word count : 1.434

Warning: Angst

A/N : This is a story about Tiffany and a bit of her backstory I hope you guys enjoy!

The cave was silent as the boys were in their nest sleep waiting for nightfall. Tiffany, who had been keeping Star and Laddie company, sat on the floor as they played dinosaurs together. "You know I remember when I was a kid I used to play with this baby doll, and I took it everywhere..." Star said, breaking up the silence between the three, "Of course that was 1971." the young girl giggled, her dark curls moving with every laugh she made. "Do you remember being a kid?" Laddie asked, looking up at the full-blooded vampire that was Tiffany. "I don't think you want to hear this 222-year-old drag on about her years as a kid..." she laughed, as she then noticed two sets of puppy dog eyes staring her down.

"Alright, Alright, I'll tell you. Now cuddle in close," Tiffany said, her arms outstretched for the two to lay in them. "I'm going to warn you, though..." she looked between the two of them, "It's not a story for the faint of heart." She kissed Star on the nose and Laddie on the forehead.

"We don't care, right, Laddie!"

"Right!"

"Well, I was born in New York in 1771 to an enslaved woman named Isabella." She opened her locket, which held a picture of her mother. Both Laddie and Star looked at the picture, amazed by the older woman's beauty. "Was she a vampire too..."

"You'll just have to find out and see." she laughed, "You see, my story starts in Louisiana 1776."

"Like the revolutionary war?" Laddie asked.

"Precisely ."

Tucked away in the French quarters was a Plantation house of ivory white fixtures and magnolia trees lining the entrance to the door. Standing there was a girl dressed in the rags of a slave who stood behind a tall man who seemed dressed as a general. "Tu es en sécurité ici.." he said gesturing for her to walk in. Surrounding here were vampires of high society of all backgrounds draped in rubies, emerald, and even sequence. Red velvet drapes pooled at her feet as there was furniture surrounding her, cups of porcelain, and pots of silver with cups of fine "wine" poured in them.

"Mon garçon tu m'as retourné aussitôt." said a woman, her golden curls pinned in a high roll as a blue feather plume stuck out from it, she was elegant, and she was beautiful,

She was " Countess Elizabeth Liru, ma fille.." she extended her pale hand to the young girl. Watching her flench at the gesture, Elizabeth could sense her pain already, a wounded bird not yet ready to fly. " I'll not harm you a bit," she said, "Nay, will they..." gesturing towards the others that were gathering around. The younger girl only nodded as she slowly peaked from behind the man's legs.

" Ma fille, what do they call you..." her piercing blue eyes focused on the small brown ones looking back at her. The young girl's voice was hoarse from the endless nights of screaming and the pain from being passed down from person to person.

"Tiffany, Ma'am ..."

"Haven't you a last name..."

"No, ma'am..." she looked down at her dirtied-up feet.

"She looks like a Monroe..." a young girl around her age said, golden curls held back by a bow.

Tiffany smiled as she held onto a pearl earring that she always kept with her. Star took notice wanting to get a closer look at it. "So they picked your last name?" Laddie asked, shifting around on the floor. Tiffany gave him a nod, "They practically picked out my life." she sighed as Star looked down at him, "It must have been lavish, huh..." Tiffany only laughed, "There was, but there was also the plague and smallpox, and dysentery." she smirked, "Really gross stuff!" she laughed, " But I remember the good, like my first gown, it was pink and silk with..."

"Lace! countess lace is the returning rage all the women of the court are wearing it!" Fatima said, sticking pins into the dress. Fatima had been a seamstress since the beginning of time and enjoyed what she did. Tiffany stood there giggling as she watched Elizabeth and Fatima argue about her dress.

" C'est de la merde putain!" Elizabeth growled.

"Ta mère était une pute !" Fatima rolled her eyes, continuing her creation, "I have you know I've dressed queens and kings!" as the months past Tiffany adjusted into the high society of vampires, from learning to play harpsichord to even hunting.

Sitting in front of her was a young woman who seemed to be of the age for maternal instinct. Tiffany sat next to the young lady as she began to cry. Although she wasn't a vampire yet, Elizabeth felt it was only correct that she'd know how to feed beforehand.

"Could you help, madame?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong petite fille..."

"I'm lost... " Tiffany grabbed the young woman's hand, ushering her towards the alley, "I think my mama is right..." she watched as Elizabeth covered the victim's eyes, "Here..." Tiffany watched as Elizabeth sunk her teeth into the woman's neck as life left her eyes and was soon stuffed into the carriage to feed the others.

"So you weren't a vampire yet?" Star questioned.

"Wasn't turned until I was 20 by my first love..." she swooned.

"Who was he... was he like David or Dwayne!" Laddie asked, getting excited.

"She was the one that named me Monroe... and she was much like Star, free-spirited and kind caring, but my did we get into trouble... " she caressed Star's arm. " 1787 I was 16, and she was my companion... We attended our first ball together."

Draped in the purest of silk stood Charlotte and Tiffany eyeing down eligible bachelors. Golden curly hair resting on the shoulder of brown skin sending butterflies down to her stomach. " Je m'ennuie Tiffany ..." Charlotte pouted as Tiffany quirked her head up,

"As am I... perhaps we'll illumine la ville, what do you think?" taking the young girl's hands in her own.

" You're as bright as the stars in a clear sky."

The nights in New Orleans were just about as beautiful in the day, but none compared to the beauty of

"Charlotte, do you ever want to be a vampire..." Tiffany asked, placing roses in her hair,

"If it means you'll be my amant et compagnon." she kissed her cheek, "Then who am I to destroy what the fates want, my beloved." she placed her hand on Tiffany's face. Her pearl's glowed in the night sky as the two stayed in a lover's embrace. They had been inseparable since they first locked eyes, but soon they'd become one.

Tiffany paused in her story as Laddie snored, carrying him to her nest for him to sleep. She heard the faint sound of Star wanting to ask a question,

"Did it hurt when you turned..."

"Oh mon Cherie that is another story for an-"

"Did it hurt when she left you..."

Tiffany stood still as she could feel the moment her body went cold, the moment that she received her dark gift. And the moment that she and her mother were the only two now left in the coven.

Even then, she had left her alone in the gracious plantation house with nothing but scattered coffins. The year was 1791, and she was lonely, barely out in society as if she were mourning the loss of everyone around her. Tiffany was alone and afraid until she heard a knock at the door. Dressed in black was Tiffany, who was the lady of the house. As she opened the door, there stood a beautiful servant woman who handed her an invitation to a ball,

Something that she hadn't been a part of in years. Dressing in Elizabeth's old fineries and creating them into something of the century. Tiffany felt reinvented as a creature of the night. When she walked into the ballroom, all eyes were on her,

But the oddity of a Creole beauty such as herself waltzing in the manor as if she owned it. Whisperers and conversations were running in her head as she saw the gossipers of society and the wrongdoers, though her life changed when she heard a faint voice behind her say. "Accorde-moi une nuit de plaisir pour ta beauté?"

"Tu flirtes comme un serpent..." Tiffany turned to see golden hair and ocean blue eyes staring down at her.

"And then what happened..." Star asked.

"That's a story for another time."

#the lost boy 1987 #the lost boys x oc #star tlb #Laddie the lost boys #fanfiction #new characters

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aenariasbookshelf · 5 years

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new fic: blanket fort therapy

Title: blanket fort therapy

A/n: a little fluffy OT3 fic about comfort and blanket forts and snuggling for my beloved @typhoidmeri’s birthday featuring her darlings Steve, Darcy, and Pietro. She deserves all good things, so please send her all the love in the world!

Thanks for @hkthauer for taking an advance look, and to @dresupi for helping me find the perfect Quicksilver pic for the collage.

Enjoy!

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“It...is just one of those days,” is all that Pietro says.

The slump of his shoulders and the look of defeat on his drawn and pinched face tells an entirely different story. “Really?” Darcy asks. She hopes the skepticism in her voice comes across loud and clear. To the best of her understanding, the mission that he and Steve had returned from the day before wasn’t all that terrible, everyone made it out safe and sane, but sometimes things are never quite what they seem.

“I’m not allowed to have a bad day?” Pietro snaps out. He starts to pace around the living room, and Darcy is certain if he moves any faster little bits of carpet fluff will start to kick up in his wake.

“Of course you are. I just want to help and make your bad day better in any way that I can.” Darcy resists the urge to roll her eyes, and perches on the arm of the couch instead, because it isn’t the first time she’s had this conversation with either of her partners. They’re too damn alike in that sort of a way. The only difference is that Steve’s preferred method of bad day relief is wrecking a ton of gym equipment, while Pietro runs far and fast for hours, to where Darcy’s near certain he laps the world a couple of times over.

Or, sex. Sex is a good option too, and Darcy’s taken advantage of that more than once to ease her own shitty, shitty times after working in the labs for days on end without coming up for air. “I’m not required to do so by any means. But as your damn partner, I’d really like to.”

Pietro sighs, runs a hand through that shock of white-blond hair (helpfully enhanced by the boxes of color tucked in the back of the bathroom cabinets that everyone pretends they don’t notice). “How about,” he begins, pausing in the pacing to stare out the living room windows for a moment. “How about…”

A bolt on an idea strikes Darcy, something soft and sparkly and cozy from her childhood that she’d bet anything Pietro or Steve hadn’t thought about in years. “How about a blanket fort and hot chocolate? Maybe some cookies to go with it?”

Pietro smiles at her suggestion, gentle and almost bashful. “That sounds pretty perfect right now.”

It’s all Darcy can do to resist clapping her hands in glee. What she does do is walk over to Pietro, pull his face to hers, and press a warm, smacking kiss to his forehead, leaving a faint lip print in a deep rose color behind. “You’re gonna love it, I promise. Now, get all the blankets and sheets and pillows. I’ll get the lights and the food.”

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When Steve gets home, freshly riled up from another meeting a few floors below in the tower that talked in circles and went absolutely nowhere, the inside of their apartment is just slightly chaotic.

Slightly.

Mostly because Pietro’s running around at near hyper speed trying to keep the sheets from falling off a makeshift scaffolding in the middle of the living room and failing miserably at it. He gets one sheet tucked in place just as another slides off, and when he runs to catch that the strips of tape holding another in place snap off and the sheet flutters to the floor. No amount of speed can keep off brand tape in place, it seems. Or maybe Pietro’s day is going just as well as his is, is another possibility Steve can’t help but think.

“What’s going on?” Steve calls out just as Pietro makes a swipe for another piece of fabric that’s slipping onto the floor, printed in a blue and gold celestial print that he’s certain was once one of Wanda’s bedsheets.

The string of Sokovian swears that reaches his ears is more amusing than anything else, although it does add further evidence to his everyone’s day is heading into shit territory theory.

Steve picks up the fallen sheets and hands it to Pietro, who looks like he’s about ready to chuck the whole lot out the window. “Blanket fort therapy,” Pietro sighs, allowing himself to slump against Steve’s shoulder with a miserable, overdrawn frown on his face.

“Darcy’s idea?”

“Oh, yes.”

The clanging of baking trays and off key humming coming from the kitchen easily answers the question of where Darcy is.

“Are you just humoring her, or do you really want to do this?” he can’t help but ask.

To his surprise and delight, Pietro blushes hard, obscuring the lipstick print still on his forehead. “It’s kind of like camping inside, no? Just without bugs and bears. We have fairy lights instead, and no branches poking you in the ass.”

So, basically, one giant puppy pile of cuddling, if he’s understanding right. “I like the sound of that,” Steve murmurs, pulling Pietro close to leave another kiss just to the side of Darcy’s lip print. “How can I help?”

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By the time Darcy emerges from the kitchen, the smell of fresh baked cookies trailing after her, her boys have managed to set up the coziest looking fort, propped up by the couch and any number of strings and broom handles and mop handles, held together by honest to god wooden clothespins that were obviously Steve’s influence. It’s a compact place, looking only big enough for the three of them, and hopefully as cozy inside as the outside seems. There’s a soft golden white glow coming from a gap between two sheets, and a hand reaches out of it to beckon her inside.

“Is there a place in there for snacks?”

The hand gives a ‘thumbs up’ gesture.

She giggles softly, because her boys are that adorable. A few minutes later she’s back in the living room, a tray loaded down with a thermos of cocoa, mugs, some quick cookies still warm from the oven, and a bag of Doritos, because she wants her own cheesy, salty comfort, dammit. She hands the tray through the entrance of the blanket fort first, easily relinquishing it to the grasping hands. Then, she bends down and crawls through the entrance herself, gasping as the fabric falls softly behind her, enveloping her in a delightful little cavern filled with all good things.

The many colors and patterns of the sheets create a swirl of rainbows above her head, set all aglow with the fairy lights twirling around the support struts and hanging down in random patterns. The floor is covered with what looks like every single pillow in their apartment, creating a thickly padded bed and turning part of the couch into a headboard. The seat of the couch itself has been turned into somewhat of a table, where the food tray has been placed to keep it in easy reach for the people cuddling on the floor, who seem to have started on the cuddling without her, she thinks as she waggles her eyebrows in the direction of her boys. Steve’s stretched out on one side of the blanket fort fiddling with a tablet, half propped up by pillows, covered in a cozy knit blanket, with his sock covered feet poking out of the end of it. His socks feature tiny green dinosaurs, Darcy notices with a grin. He’s got his head resting on one of Pietro’s thighs, and she watches as Pietro gives into the impulse to run a hand over the day’s worth of stubble that Steve hadn’t bothered to shave off that morning.

Then, Pietro twists so that he can reach the tray on the back of the couch, and begins pouring out mugs of steaming hot cocoa for the three of them while Steve contorts himself to set the tablet down in a holder that’s been set up for optimum viewing positions. He seems equally as comfortable as Steve is, sporting his own sweats and a fleece shirt that Darcy would just like to rub up against, along with a few silk flowers that have been entwined in his locks. It’s not something she’s ever seen from him before, but who is she to deny him the desire to wear a flower crown if he so chooses? It’s absolutely adorable, really. “I don’t know about you,” Darcy says as she crawls further into the blanket fort, sliding herself along Steve’s body to get as much contact with both of them at the same time, “but I feel better already.”

“So do I.” Pietro smiles down at her, handing over a cup of cocoa that warms her hands and fills the fort with the scent of rich chocolate.

“Thanks.”

Then, he plucks one of the silk flowers from his hair, and tucks it behind Darcy’s ear, the rich pink petals fluttering delightfully against her skin. It makes her laugh, joyously, so she steals another silk flower from Pietro’s hair, this one pale pastel gold with deep purple edging, and moves so that she can weave the metal stalk into Steve’s. He’s got the shortest hair of all of them, but with a little ingenuity and hooking the wire behind his ear, it stays securely in place, giving him a fairy-like look one wouldn’t expect from such a tall and sturdy man.

“How do I look?” Steve asks, his face breaking into a sunny grin.

“Fucking delightful,” Pietro says, plucking a light kiss from his lips and following it up with another mug of cocoa pressed into Steve’s hands.

“You’re both gorgeous.” It’s all too easy to shift around the compact interior of the tent and snag kisses from both of her boys before she gets settled between them, soaking up the nearness and the contentment that seems to be radiating from all of them.

Soon enough they’re all piled up together beneath the blankets, watching some silly movie that’s for pure enjoyment, skin to skin and covered in warmth. She’s got Steve at her back, his arm curving down over her hip to land on Pietro’s chest. Pietro’s back is pressed against her front, and he’s using one of her arms as a pillow, and even though it’s starting to go a little numb, it’s still one of the best feelings she’s had in a long, long time.

Darcy buries her face in Pietro’s hair, nuzzling his skin just as her free hand drops down to cover Steve’s and squeeze it tightly, lacing their fingers together. Life’s not always easy, but it’s her life, and oftentimes, it’s a damn beautiful one.

#Steve Rogers #Darcy Lewis #Pietro Maximoff #steve x darcy x pietro #fic #my fic #mcu #no endgame in sight here so don't worry about spoilers #typhoidmeri #happy birfday darlin

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