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All I Ever Knew, Only You 4: This Place Is Not That Place
Chapter Four.
Cruel mothers are still mothers,
They make us wars,
They make us revolution,
They teach us the truth, early,
Mothers are humans,
Who sometimes give birth to their pain,
Instead of children
Summary: Hawkins was your typical quaint, mid-western town where nothing ever happened. People were born here, lived their entire lives within the town limits, and eventually died here, peacefully in their sleep. But one cold November evening in 1983 would change everything.
Despite a child with psychokinetic abilities and ravenous monsters that lacked faces, stranger things had definitely happened in the small town in Indiana. One of them being your reluctant and slightly imposed friendship with Hawkins High’s own King Bee, Steve Harrington.
Characters: Steve Harrington x Non-descriptive F!Reader (eventual)
Words: 6,606
Chapter Warnings: Themes of addiction, themes of physical abuse, barely hidden trauma, outdated conversations about mental health, strong language, weapons (specifically guns), a general lack of care about living.
Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of drug use, canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of possible mental health disorders, child abuse, slow burn, kinda enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, I like to call it ‘two idiots who begrudgingly befriend each other only to realize… ‘wait a damn minute…’, eventual sexual content, canon-typical time-period bullshit. 18+. Minors DNI.
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Chapter Four: This Place Is Not That Place
The night before Will’s funeral, sleep had completely evaded you. After making your way home — your rage at Hopper being the only thing that forced one foot in front of the other as you stomped back — you sent yourself to bed and remained there until the sun began to peek through your curtains.
Your homework remained in your bag, clothes strewn across the floor as you buried yourself deep into your duvet, only resurfacing occasionally for air.
Your mother had returned late, drunkenly stumbling through the house, giggles escaping as she led a stranger toward her bedroom. That was when you pulled out your Walkman, blasting The Runaways through your headphones until you were sure your ears were about to bleed.
Sure, the sounds of Cherry Bomb pounding in your ears throughout the night didn’t help the headache you’d acquired by 7 a.m., but it did preserve you from a lifetime of trauma if you’d heard your mother and her friend last night.
You’d bypassed school entirely and could only be grateful that you weren’t working the evening shift at the arcade, already too exhausted to even think about the bright, flashing neon lights.
Donning the only black dress you had — thankfully, it still fit, the end of the fabric grazing along the top of your knee �� and made your way to the living room, jolting slightly at the sight of your mother on the sofa, painting her lips with an old tube of lipstick.
“Where are you going?”
Rolling her eyes, she placed the lid on the tube and turned her attention towards you, “I’m going to the Circus. Where the hell do you think I’m going? To that Byers boy’s funeral. Now come on, otherwise we’ll be late.”
As if in a trance, you followed your mother out towards the car, settling into the passenger’s seat as she pulled away, making the short distance to the cemetery.
“I didn’t realize you even knew about Will.”
“Of course, I knew. Gossip spreads around this town quicker than mono at a high school party.”
Despite the cold Fall air, you felt clammy. Rubbing your sweaty palms over the tops of your thighs, you watched her carefully in your peripheral, “I guess I just didn’t think you’d go to his funeral.”
The car stopped abruptly, your mother taking the stop sign a little too earnestly as the skin stretched over her knuckles as she gripped the steering wheel. Jaw clenched, you watched as the little vein on her right temple pulsed - a warning sign you knew all too well,
“What kind of monster do you think I am? The poor boy drowned, it’s a tragedy. I mean, what would people say if I didn’t go?”
Bingo. There it was.
Your mother sometimes felt like two different people crammed into one body.
The first was the woman your mother wanted to be, the woman she could’ve been, had tragedy not struck your family, causing your father to leave. The woman she would’ve been, if not for your mistakes. The stereotypical PTA Mom who was invited to brunches partook in the school’s bake sales and enjoyed a sneaky cocktail at Roane County’s Country Club as her husband golfed with his work colleagues. She’d wear pretty dresses that weren’t even on the racks at Barney’s yet, flown in from New York, and not a single hair out of place. A woman who cared about what people thought of her.
The other woman was who your mother was forced to be. A woman who had torn apart at the seams after death surrounded her. A woman so full of pain that she allowed her sickness — her addiction — to creep its way into every aspect of her life; sometimes quiet, sometimes loud… but always there. And like most people who suffered with life’s inconsistencies, she clung to it like a lifeline.
Ironically, that lifeline was like an inflatable kayak with a tiny little tear in it. It might seemingly keep her afloat right now, but one sudden move and drowning was inevitable.
You felt a pair of dark eyes on you almost immediately, and despite Pastor Charles’ speech which you were certain was meant to reassure the small crowd, you couldn’t help but feel unsettled as those familiar eyes watched your every move.
You had been surprised to see Lonnie Byers there. Sure, he was the boy’s father, but as Jonathan had stated during one slow shift at the movie theatre, his only claim was biological. A father, but not a Dad. Speaking of the eldest of the Byers’ siblings, he didn’t look too pleased at his father’s visit either.
But those dark eyes continued staring, fluttering between yourself and the coffin that hosted her son. You’d only caught her eye once, brows pulled together in a tight frown as her expression remained choleric, only softening slightly when her gaze settled back towards you as you watched her, hastily turning your attention to the group of whispering boys.
You had often babysat one of the boys — Lucas Sinclair — along with his younger sister, Erica. Why the hell they were gossiping during the funeral of what you assumed was one of their best friends was beyond you. Catching eyes with another of the boys, you sent a dark glare his way, watching as his throat bobbed, head dipping towards his chest as he avoided your annoyed stare.
Your mother sighed once everyone began to break apart, making their way towards the small hall where Will’s wake was being held, “God my feet are killing me. We’ll go give our condolences to Joyce, then let's go find a seat.”
“We’re gonna… you wanna talk to her?”
Rolling her eyes, your mother shifted her weight, feet aching from the heels she hadn’t worn in so long — and was slowly sinking into the hard ground, “I want to tell the woman I’m sorry her child is dead. God, what is wrong with you today?”
‘What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you…?’ you wanted to respond as you watched her stomp through the small crowd still gathered before quickly rushing to catch up with her.
“Joyce, Lonnie… I’m so sorry about all of this. Will was a sweet boy…”
Joyce’s coffee-colored eyes remained on you, intense and desperate to say something... anything about that evening. She needed to know that you’d seen it too. That you’d heard Will. That despite the body that was now 6ft deep in the soil, Will wasn’t dead. She felt like she was losing her goddamn mind and not one person in town could help her.
Except, maybe, you.
“Can I speak with you? In private?” Joyce’s hushed whisper went under the radar of your mother’s attention, the woman too busy talking up Lonnie to notice your discomfort.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ms. Byers-”
“Please, okay? I know what I saw. What we saw. And you know as well as I do that Will isn’t dead.”
“We just watched his casket get lowered into a hole in the ground-”
“-And that’s not his body in there. That’s not my baby, alright? It isn’t Will.”
Your eyes darted around, taking in the people around you and hoping nobody was paying attention to your conversation, in case they thought you were both mad, “Then who is it? Who the hell is in that coffin?”
“I don’t… I don’t know, okay? But it isn’t Will. You and I both know that-”
“I don’t know anything!”
Your words escaped just a little too loudly, the large, open space of the cemetery only making them echo around. A few people turned to stare, realizing it was only you, and turning away, tutting about disrespectful teenagers and their outbursts, but two pairs of eyes lingered a lot longer.
Nancy and Jonathan stood by the latter’s car, almost identical expressions pulling at their features as they watched you cautiously. Before you could give Jonathan a reason to come over, you returned your attention back to Joyce, only sending Lonnie a quick, forced smile,
“For my own sake, I didn’t see anything, I didn’t hear anything, and I don’t know anything. I’m sorry, Joyce. But I can’t help you.”
Grabbing your mother’s arm, you began to pull her away despite her annoyed stuttering when Joyce’s words forced you to a stop.
“And what about Will? Who’s going to help him?”
Blinking away the tears that were now lining your eyes, threatening to start and maybe never stop, you turned back around, ignoring the groups of people who were suddenly much more interested in your conversation,
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs Byers.”
Picking at the plate of food you’d collected a while back, you couldn’t help but count down the minutes until you could leave. It felt disingenuous being here, especially considering your outburst at Joyce a little while before.
The woman had left you alone, taking the hint that you were not partaking in what seemed to be a one-way ticket to Pennhurst, and your mother had been making her way around the tables, acting as if this was a brunch rather than the funeral of a 12-year-old boy.
Chairs scraped along the floor behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts and flooding you with the incessant chattering of three boys who seemed too enthusiastic to be at their best friend's funeral.
“Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there’s a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened-”
“Yeah, that’s not what we’re talking about.”
“…Oh.”
“We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of shadows… You know the Vale of Shadows?”
God, they were such nerds.
“If that did exist, a place like the vale of shadows, how would we travel there?”
“Theoretically…”
You heard a quiet rumbling behind you, turning your head slightly to watch as your old science teacher, Mr. Clarke, began to draw on a paper plate, babbling on about a flea and a gymnast, or acrobat or… whatever.
You were trying to follow along, confused as to why the boys were so enthralled by this stupid other-dimension theory.
“Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?”
The scoff fell from your lips before your brain had registered that you’d made a sound. Four pairs of eyes fell towards you, a mixture of confusion, annoyance, and recognition between the three boys. Only Mr. Clarke greeted you with a warm smile as if waiting for you to continue.
“And what do you know about other dimensions?” The boy's dark hair matched his equally dark, overly suspicious eyes. Michael Wheeler never was the friendliest of boys when it came to strangers.
“I know I wouldn’t be talking about them at my best friend's funeral, that’s for sure.”
The boy’s nose scrunched up, his eyes regarding you with nothing but distaste, “And what would you want us to do? Argue with Mrs. Byers in the middle of her son's funeral instead?”
Scoffing again, you fully turned in your seat, eyes glaring back, “It wasn’t in the middle of it, and we weren’t arguing.”
The boy watched you, his scowl still fierce on his features, making you feel the undeniable urge to prove him wrong. And maybe shove his face into the depressed, soggy sandwich that sat alone on his plate.
“You’d need to create like... a massive amount of energy — more than humans are even currently capable of creating — to open up some kind of tear in time and space,” leaning between the boys, you took the pen and paper plate from Mr. Clarke’s outstretched hand, folding it in half, before shoving the pen through the middle with what might’ve been a little too much force, “you create a doorway.”
“Like a gate?” The curly-haired boy asked, eyes wide as he continued watching the plate gripped in your hands.
Clicking your fingers in his direction, you nodded, “Like a gate.”
Lucas’ eyebrows rose towards his hairline as he began to nod, and clearly, something was clicking between the group of boys, “How do you even know this?”
“Well, you're not the first of my students to ever win a blue ribbon at a science fair,” Mr. Clarke interrupted, a fond smile on his face as he regarded you.
“But what if this gate already existed?” The scowl now clear from Nancy’s brother's face.
Shrugging your shoulders, you peered towards the teacher, who merely nodded for you to continue,
“I mean… I think we’d know about it if it did.”
“It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, and our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole. Science is neat, but I’m afraid it’s not very forgiving.”
A loud clash caught everyone’s attention, your mother gently being held up by a man in a suit as she ushered him off her, “I’m fine, really. I’m okay. It’s just… It’s just a little hot in here.”
Standing, you pulled your jacket from the back of your chair, a fixed smile pulled at your tight lips as you turned towards Mr. Clarke, “It was nice to see you again, Sir…. Nerds.”
Aiding your mother into the house, you helped her onto the couch as her weak hand fanned her sweaty face lightly,
“I’m fine, I just… I’m not feeling too great.”
You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a clean glass from the draining board and filling it with cold tap water. When you returned to your mother, extending the glass out towards her, she batted your hand away as she pulled off her jacket,
“You need to drink something, you’re probably dehydrated-”
“You and I both know that isn’t going to help.”
The apprehensive lump that had been settled on your chest since the moment you’d seen your mother that afternoon, prepped and ready to head out, crawled its way up your throat, making your eyes water slightly, “And we both know drinking isn’t going to help. You’ve done so well today, and it seems like a shame to-”
“You’re not my goddamn mother, alright? I don’t need you to parent me. I just need you to get me a bottle of something, or are you so fucking inept you can’t even handle that?”
You remained steadfast, willing yourself not to cry at her bitter words. You felt stupid. So, god damn stupid. Because this wasn’t the first time, and you had no idea why you continued to believe that maybe it could be the last, “I’m not going to help you drink yourself into an early grave, Mom. I’m not-”
Her sudden sobbing caused a throbbing pain in your chest, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed so tight that blood would certainly gush out, her wailing unrelenting as she led down on the sofa, knees pulled to her chest,
“I am in so much pain. So much. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. I just… I just need a little something to take the edge off.”
“I can run out and grab you some Tylenol-”
Shaking her head, you watched as tears flooded her cheeks, barely leaving the previous drop time to fully make it down her face before the next one fell, “It won’t help. There is one thing that will help, and you’re keeping it from me. Please? I promise… I’ll be better. I’ve been so good today you said so yourself. I just need-”
“Fine,” you huffed, finally releasing the breath of air you had been holding, feeling your head burn in an attempt to drown out her sobs, “A sip. But that’s it, alright? Then I’m going to head out and get you some pain relief. You promise, Mom?”
Bending down, you placed her head in your hands, the tear tracks wetting your fingertips as you brushed them away.
“I promise. I promise, baby. Please.”
Squeezing your eyes together so tightly that you saw colorful swirls, you took a deep breath before making your way toward the small cabinet where your mother kept the alcohol. The bottles clanged together, both full and empty, as you searched for something that might have a low alcohol level, but your mother just wasn’t that kind of drinker. Grabbing a small tumbler, you made your way back toward the coffee table, unscrewing the red cap from a bottle of Maker Mark’s, shaking hands pouring barely two fingers worth of bourbon.
“I’m going to get changed, and then I’m gonna run out and get you some Tylenol, alright? Sip this, and stay led down. I’ll be right back, okay?”
Your elbow clipped your door frame as you rushed towards your room, grabbing the first items of clothing you found in your drawers and quickly changing out of your black dress and tights. With one shoe on, you hopped out towards the living room, trying your best to cram your other foot into your other converse, failing miserably as you rushed.
Once your foot finally sunk to the sole of the shoe, you peered into the living room before you could tie your laces, reassuring your mother that you’d be as quick as possible.
But the sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks.
The bottle wasn’t the biggest, 750ml at best, but your mother had already downed almost the entire thing in the time you’d been gone. You were so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself, realizing you’d been in such a rush you hadn’t even thought to put the bottle back.
“Mom. Stop.”
Her eyes didn’t open, nor did her actions halt. Instead, the contents in the bottle almost drained, and a small trail of the dark spirit drizzled down her chin.
“Mom,” you all but screamed, only then causing her to drop the bottle, the last of the contents spilling over her black dress and leaving what would ultimately be another stain on the carpet.
Eyes widened and a little dazed, your mother grabbed the bottle, brows pulling together when she inspected the now empty bottle before her attention settled back on you.
If looks could kill.
“What the hell did you do that for?”
“You said a sip. That was it-”
“No, you said a sip. Not me.”
Your chin wobbled as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, praying you wouldn’t cry. Tears really never were your mother’s weakness, nor was your begging.
“You promised. You promised me-”
“So I like a little drink from time to time, sue me. God, you act like it’s such a goddamn crime. Everyone drinks, sweetheart. It’s the God damn United States of America, and we have rights and freedom and-”
Ignoring her, you made your way to the kitchen to grab some paper towels, a futile attempt to clear up the stain that was already forming on the carpet, causing the whole living room to stink. Her drunken spiels were never very coherent, anyway. Sometimes, it was better to just let her tire herself out.
“You listenin’ to me?” Her words were becoming more and more slurred as she waved the empty bottle around, watching as you sat on your knees, dabbing the paper towel over the wet patch with as much force as the flimsy thing would allow.
Instead of answering, you continued in vain to clean up your mother's mess, a tale as old as time by now. Grabbing at your arm, she pulled you up to your feet as you struggled to ease your arm from her grip without hurting her. Annoyed with your flailing arms, she shoved you — hard — backward, causing you to lose your footing and trip over the old coffee table behind you. The glass of water — as well as the tumbler — smashed on the floor underneath the palm of your hand.
Scrambling, you forced yourself to your feet, hand pressed close to your chest as your red-rimmed eyes narrowed, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Hands shaking, you didn’t want to inspect the cuts, knowing that once you acknowledged you were hurt, the pain would seriously kick in. Instead, you leaned against the wall, watching as your mother went to take another mouthful of the honey-colored whiskey, forgetting that she’d already finished it.
“What is so fucking wrong with your life that your only answers are at the bottle of a goddamn bottle?” It had been a long time since you'd lost your cool with your mother, and there had most definitely been reasoning behind it.
Her eyes narrowed at you, her voice thick with anger, “You of all people know what happened-”
“Yes, okay? I get it, Mom. You lost a child, but-”
“You’re the reason everything happened! If it wasn’t for you-”
You knew she was ill, a sickness she couldn’t help but entertain. But what was so special about whatever she was drinking that it was infinitely more important than her daughter? More important than you?
“You’re impossible. No wonder Dad left-”
The words were barely out of your mouth when another loud shatter silenced the whole house. For a moment, all that could be heard was your heavy breathing, your heart pounding in your ears like it was ready to force its way through your rib cage in the hopes of saving itself.
Your hand moved up, flinching as it connected with a small shard of glass that had embedded into the top of your cheekbone. Pulling it out, you felt the warm, sickly blood trickle down your face without care or caution.
Eyes that resembled your own peered back at you, the fire in them suddenly dampened out with the realization of what she’d done.
Hot tears mixed with the rouge liquid, causing it to pool down your face quicker. Ignoring it the best you could, you pushed yourself away from the wall, ready to make your exit. Your mother remained silent as your hand grazed the door handle, a thickness crawling up your throat and threatening to unravel you from the inside out.
“You might’ve lost a child, but you still have one. You still have me. Why am I not enough?” You asked rhetorically, refusing to acknowledge the crack in your voice, or the slight sob you heard after slamming the door.
Grabbing your bike from the front yard, you pushed forward, uncaring of where you were going, so long as it was far away from here.
The wind whipped at your face, ice-cold and painful against your cheeks, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
Despite Hopper’s previous warning about your delinquent bike-riding habits, you cycled faster and faster, hoping to force the memories from the last week out of your head.
You could hear honking from behind you as you zoomed toward Radio Shack, knowing damn well you didn’t have a dollar in your pocket, and despite your need for silence you knew Bob, the manager, would happily talk your ear off for the next half hour about the new records they got in, regardless whether you asked for his help or not. He was a nice enough guy, with great music taste, but he also had an unnerving instinct of knowing when something was wrong and unwavering need to fix it.
Waving your arm backward, hoping to shoo the driver off, you felt your blood boiling as the honks became more consistent, a loud voice shouting out to you. Deciding that being nice wasn’t going to cut it, you stuck your arm up high, middle finger raised towards the driver behind.
The honking ceased — thankfully — but was soon replaced with something much, much worse.
Whoop, whoop
Pulling your hand down quickly, you grabbed at your handlebars in an attempt to steady the bike, not wanting to go under the car behind. Once you were out of danger from falling off and breaking a few limbs, you stopped completely, chest heaving as you heard the door open and shut, surprised that it wasn’t slammed.
“Kid, seriously. If I have to tell you one more time-”
Hopper’s voice faded out as he took one look at your face. The constant stream of tears had only aided the red stain that trickled down your cheek despite your attempt to rub it away.
“Everything alright?”
Blinking away the tears you could, you forced your lips into a tight line before sending the man a short nod, eyes still focused in front of you despite the aching in your cut hand.
“Listen, kiddo… If-”
“I’m fine, Hop. Really.”
He wanted to argue, to shout at you as he dragged you into his sheriff’s truck, but he knew damn well how that would end, and it wouldn’t be in either of your favor. So instead, he kept his voice low before taking off his hat,
“They found Barb Holland’s car.”
That caught your attention.
Turning towards him, your eyebrows pulled together in confusion, “It wasn’t exactly hard. It’s been sat out on the road by the pumpkin patch since the party-”
And that caught his attention.
“Wait, what do you mean? O’Bannon said they found it last night abandoned at a bus station-”
“Yeah well, O’Bannon’s a dirty liar, because Nancy and I saw it on Wednesday in the exact same parking space as it was when she drove us to Harrington’s house the night before.” You sighed, allowing your eyes to roam over Hopper’s, finally taking in how disheveled he looked, “Who is O’Bannon?”
You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed, his dark blue eyes watching you intently as if looking for any ounce of deceit, “He’s a State Trooper. Same guys who found Will’s body in the quarry.”
It was clear to tell his mind — that when sober, was actually quite brilliant — was rapidly going through different scenarios, none of which you were partial to.
“Well, they just keep popping up everywhere, don’t they? Might wanna be careful, Hop, seems like they’re after your job. But seriously… Barb’s car wasn’t missing. I wouldn’t lie about that.”
Placing his hat back onto his head, he sent you a firm nod before making his way back to his patrol car, “Buy a damn helmet for that thing, at least.”
Although you did feel a little calmer than earlier, something about Hopper’s demeanor earlier had put you on edge for a totally different reason. Something was going on, and from what you could guess, Hopper had concluded that it involved Will, Barbara, and possibly the state police.
Subconsciously, you’d cut through the woods in your attempt to hurry home, not even thinking about the dangers that seemed to lurk there. Whatever was happening must’ve been some fucked up government plan that had gone awry and not whatever it was you thought you’d seen.
Riding through the trees probably wasn’t your smartest decision, your tires bumping over the large tree vines, brambles catching up in them as you kicked up dirt and leaves. But it felt good to be out in the fresh air, away from your mother and the looming anxiety that clouded you whenever you were in her presence.
Seeing the trail path ahead, you were suddenly blinded by a flash of light, a loud scream falling from your lips as you skidded to a stop.
A gun was pointing at you in a shaky grip, another smaller hand holding up a bat, ready to swing at any moment.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” Nancy asked, her torch moving back down towards the floor.
“Me? What the hell are you guys doing here? With weapons?” Looking toward Jonathan, you sent him a sharp glare, “I can’t afford any medical bills right now, so if you could please lower that thing-”
“Did you hit a deer?”
Narrowing your eyes, you watched Nancy for a moment before finally responding, “Did I… Do you really think this piece of junk would be in one piece if I had? No, I did not hit a deer, but I nearly ran over you. What the hell are you guys doing out here so late?”
The two shared a look of uncertainty, doubt clear enough on their faces that it may as well have been written on their foreheads. Jonathan was the first to speak.
“Today, at the funeral… What were you and my Mom arguing about?”
Placing your bike on the ground, you sent him your own guilt-ridden look, eyes darting to Nancy as if she could help you at all. “We weren’t arguing, we just…”
“Just what?”
“Your Mom thought she saw something… thought we saw something the night Will’s body was found.”
“The lights?”
Shaking your head, you rubbed your cold hands together, wincing at the pain from your palm, thankful that the bleeding had stopped by now, “The…you know about that? Of course, you knew about that, it’s your mother. Listen, she was showing me the lights, and she thought she could hear Will, that he was talking to her. And then, he told us to run.”
“Run? From what?”
Running a hand over your forehead, you tried to collect your thoughts. So far, at least, neither of them had called you crazy.
“This… I don’t know. Monster. It didn’t have a face but its claws…”
“The same thing in the photo of Barb. Whatever it was, it was in the woods when we went to look for her. That’s why I ran out. Whatever that thing is… It got Will, and maybe it got Barb, too.”
“So you saw this thing…You heard Will, and you didn’t think to tell me?” Jonathan’s voice was strained as his dark eyes peered at you with betrayal.
Huffing a forced laugh, you could only stare back, “Would you have believed me if I did?”
Sighing, the boy shook his head, “Look, we need to get going. I don’t know how long the batteries in this flashlight have left.”
“We’re looking for whatever took Will,” Nancy clarified when she saw your perplexed expression, “We’re gonna kill it.”
She said the words with such assurance that you were almost convinced Nancy would actually maim this thing if given the proper chance. The only issue was you were three teenagers, and all you had between yourselves was a gun and a wooden bat. The odds were most definitely not in your favor, and even you wouldn’t have bet on your success.
“So, what’s this about a deer?” You questioned, making your involvement obvious as you began to walk with them, leaving your bike where you’d dropped it.
You followed Nancy dutifully as she searched around the trees, kicking bits of dirt up as she went, never once asking what she was actually looking for. If they were looking for that monster, you really, really hoped they would come away empty-handed.
“So, I take it you forgave him for the whole photo thing?”
Nancy sent a sideward glance in your direction, uncaring for the lecture she presumed she was about to receive, “How’d you get that cut on your face?”
“Touche,” you huffed a small laugh, the tip of your shoe toeing at the fallen leaves.
It took only a few seconds, but the silence between you both felt like it dragged on, “He apologized. Explained everything. That’s all that matters.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, holding the flashlight for her as she checked another tree, her eyebrows pulling together slightly as she watched you carefully. “Seriously, It’s whatever. It isn’t my apology to accept or deny. But I’d like to think that after knowing Jonathan for a while, he wouldn’t have done something like that for anything seedy or malicious. I just… I don’t think he has that in him.”
“Me neither. He seems like a pretty decent guy, even if he can be a total douchebag,” when Nancy caught your look, she explained, “We had an argument earlier and… Neither of us was particularly nice to the other.”
“Well, it’d be a little weird if you were fighting with compliments. But I’m sure it just got heated. He’s been super stressed with this whole Will thing, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you.”
When Nancy didn’t respond, you turned around, flashing the light at the back of her head, “What’s wrong? What have you found?"
“It’s a hole in the trunk.”
Taking off her backpack and placing the bat on the floor, Nancy took the flashlight from you as she began to crawl into the tree, confused by how far she was able to go.
Calling her name a few times in the hope she’d reverse right back out of there, you squeezed your eyes shut, cursing yourself before following her in.
The first thing you noticed was how thick the air felt. Stagnant and dry, and a little too cold. There were no sounds, no birds singing their nightly songs, no owls hooting, and no deer rustling the leaves around.
Nothing but total, absolute silence.
Exchanging a look, you warily continued onward, careful not to make any loud noises. You knew what silence in the woods meant.
A predator.
A loud noise made the both of you leap, turning your heads in rapid succession when you finally saw it. Leaning over something on the ground, you could hear its teeth ripping at skin, tearing it from the limbs as it continued to fill its stomach.
Nancy’s flashlight blinked, lighting the monster in an eerie cast of shadows as it continued to maul at whatever it had found.
Hands clasping at each other, you began your stealthy walk backward, eyes never leaving the monster for even a second, which unfortunately meant you didn’t see the large branch behind you, Nancy’s shoe causing it to snap in half.
Its head whipped around, mouth wide open to show off its many teeth as the monster released a thundering roar, suddenly less interested in its former hunt.
Nancy dropped the flashlight as her other hand grabbed your jacket, a scream for Jonathan slipping through her lips before she really even noticed. Bending down quickly and grabbing the light, you allowed Nancy to pull you backward as you fumbled to turn it off.
The two of you ran the short distance, slipping between the trees as the monster continued to release horrific sounds, chasing you like a predator playing with its prey.
Jonathan’s voice echoed through the trees, but something was wrong. Your gut told you that you weren’t going to find the boy here, no matter how far you ran. Grabbing the girl’s arm, you tugged her behind a tree, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths,
“We need to find that tree trunk. I don’t think this is…. I don’t think this is our woods.”
Nancy’s eyes widened, but she simply nodded. The creature released another roar — one that seemed all too close as it vibrated through you — causing you both to rush forward, unsure if you were even headed in the right direction, both hiding behind separate trees.
Looking around, you caught Nancy trying to get your attention, the girl nodding towards the tree you must’ve climbed in through, the inside pulsating with a golden glow, and Jonathan’s voice much louder than before as he desperately called your names.
You could hear the monster stomping around, not too far from the tree itself, and it dawned on you that there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d both make it through in time. Your eyes began to roam the surrounding area before falling back to the creature who seemed to be sniffing at the air… Or at least, the most it could without an actual face.
If it didn’t have a face, you could only hope it didn’t have eyes. Which hopefully meant you could lead it away from the tree, allowing one of you to get out before the other did their best to outrun it.
And despite not being involved in any school sports, your sprint timing wasn’t too shabby.
As your eyes connected to Nancy’s once more, her eyebrows dipped almost as if she could read your mind. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you mouthed,
“I’ll distract it, then you go, understood?”
Nancy’s head shook, eyes wide, and face pinched as she refused to leave you behind. She’d already done that to Barb, and look what had happened there. She wasn’t doing it again. She couldn’t.
“Nancy, please,” you strained your voice, barely above a whisper, “I’ll be right out after. I’m just giving you a head start.”
Without giving the girl a second to argue, you crept around the back of the tree, careful to not upset the branches as you passed, eyes darting between the monster and Nancy. When you finally got far enough away to be sure that you’d give Nancy enough time to crawl through unnoticed, you took a deep breath, poking your head out just a fraction,
“Hey asshole, I’m over here!”
Furious, the creature released a deep, guttural roar, the sound causing goosebumps to break out all over your body as you tried to convince your body to enter flight mode rather than your usual freeze.
You could hear its pounding footsteps as it hit out at trees that lay in its way, but your eyes remained on Nancy as she crawled back through the hole. Realizing you definitely wouldn’t make it if you took any longer, you ducked around a tree, dashing back towards the trunk as the monster slid to a stop, its head whipping around towards your new direction.
Skidding to your knees, you desperately crawled forward, hearing the monster approach at an alarming rate. You turned to peer over your shoulder, breath catching in your chest as you realized how close it was. A few more seconds and you’d be it’s dinner. You could hear both Nancy and Jonathan calling for you, so close, yet so far away as you turned on your knees slightly, raising your arm behind your head before throwing the heavy torch with everything you could.
It bounced off the monster’s head, causing it to skid to a stop, confused about what had happened as it shook its head like a dog. The sound of the flashlight clattering to the ground a few feet away was enough of a distraction that you were able to force your way back through the hole, certain it had shrunk upon your entrance, as the monster chased after the light.
Two pairs of arms pulled you out, and as soon as you were released from the tree trunk, Nancy grabbed you, bound to leave fingerprint-sized bruises on your arms in the morning.
“Don’t ever do that again!” she cried, “I thought you were… I thought you weren’t coming back.”
Jonathan remained silent, watching as you held each other, limbs shaking like jello. Once you had caught your breath, relieved to finally take a breath of fresh air, you turned to the girl, grimacing as you wiped some of the slime from your body, “I’m sorry. But we… We wouldn’t have both got out in time. It was too close.”
“How the hell did you get out?” Jonathan asked, his eyes wide with confusion.
Turning to Nancy as she wiped a bit of goo from your forehead, you mumbled, “Just… Tell your Dad I owe him a new flashlight.”
#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington x reader#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington x you#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington smut
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MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from @portra400s when necessary... hehe
CHARA INTRO: next up, dylan hwang. he's a 27yr old yuseong bay native, though his heart's not entirely here & he's only recently come back. he's the manager of ojo records and a "rockstar" (used loosely) on hiatus. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!
answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!
when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: in general, 20+ years ago. dylan was born & raised in santa monica, ca, usa, but spent summers in yuseong bay with his maternal grandparents & then relocated to yuseong bay with his mom when he was about 14. lived in the area until he was 19, then moved to seoul. moved back to yuseong bay in late january 2024 to take some time to focus on himself/his physical & mental health.
what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up, tend to his pet rats, go to work around 10:20am / open the shop by 11am, work until 6:30pm, get dinner, find something social to do for a while (or skip this step), go home, tend to his pet rats, chill, do chores, chill, kiss his rats goodnight, go to bed.
where can your muse usually be found?: first and foremost, ojo records. as the manager & one of two employees, he's pretty much always there. his favorite post-work hangout is pierrot lanes, where he either hangs around the pool tables to hustle anyone who doesn't know better or plays some of the more classic arcade games. hangs out at 88& bar more than he ought to as someone who's trying to quit drinking, but still not as often as you'd think—maybe two nights a week. stops by memoire antiques every weekend, usually around noon on either saturday or sunday. sometimes goes through stints where he won't be seen anyone other than work, as he'll be rotting in bed for the rest of his time. usually tries to stay busy.
how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: it's complicated.
is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: on one hand, yuseong bay is his hometown & where all of his remaining family is located.... on the other, it's a little too quiet for him. but at this moment in time, he's staying in yuseong bay to "reconnect with his roots", take it slow and try to take on a healthier lifestyle, as the way he was living in seoul turned him into a candle burning at both ends & he'll be in yuseong bay until he feels like that's become a more stable and mature person.
answer the following, ooc!
list your muse's three favorite songs: california dreamin' by the mamas and the papas, big jet plane by angus & julia stone, (don't fear) the reaper by blue oyster cult; a fan of songs that sound "nostalgic" and/or vaguely threatening.
describe your muse's style: eclectic; a big fan of streetwear, collects brands such as nike, vans, chinatown market, stray rats, thisisneverthat, etc. likes bright colors (mainly green, blue, red) and interesting fabrics such as corduroy and sherpa. has his nails painted almost all the time.
color, word, and emoji to describe your muse: prussian blue, "electric", 🛹
three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes clowns, history, fresh baked snickerdoodle cookies / really doesn't like people who disagree with him on certain musical opinions, his mom nagging at him to cut his hair when it's already short enough as is, bars that don't allow tabs.
three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive humorous, enthusiastic, adventurous / negative avoidant, self-critical, over-indulgent.
three talents and shortcomings for your muse: good at coming up with things on the spot/making split-second decisions, knows a handful of magic tricks, stupidly good at "rasputin" in just dance / poor conflict resolution skills, holds himself to very low standards, can't cook decent steak no matter how hard he tries.
what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?: he's inspired a bit by jonah simms from superstore & nick miller from newgirl, so do with that what you will.
a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: for starters, dylan is a man who never made peace with the loss of his father, which happened fourteen years ago now so hopefully being with his family again/taking a break from his fast-paced lifestyle will help him kind of heal??? TW ALCOHOLISM he's also trying to get sober because in general he has an addictive personality and should really quit before it gets any worse than it already is and also he experienced alcohol poisoning and that shit is no joke. so yeah... get sober! END TW
ADDITIONAL INFO.
dylan is the founder, frontman & lead guitarist of a band interchangeably called both haze & through the haze, which he started when he was 19, shortly after he moved to seoul. their main inspirations are cited as being the cocteau twins & blue oyster cult. they never got to the point of being a widely known name, but they're performed at various indie rock festivals nationwide. currently on an indefinite hiatus as dylan decided to take some time to focus on himself & get healthy, which is nice and all, but the rest of the band's kinda pissed 'cause they've been fighting to get a record deal, they finally got one and dylan blew it off. their discography draws from the likes of silica gel, thornapple, hyukoh & the black skirts.
he's from santa monica, california, where he was born and raised for the first 14 years of his life, but he spent summers in yuseong bay with his maternal grandparents. his dad passed away in late 2009, and in early 2010, dylan, his sister, his mother, and his uncle richie (his dad's brother) all relocated to yuseong bay permanently.
dylan's mom opened a hair salon in the area, which she still owns and works at to this day. dylan's sister works there with her, and dylan briefly worked there when he was 18-19 (despite not being licensed lmfao). every now and then he'll pop in to help still.
dylan moved to seoul in 2016, where he resided with only one or two visits to yuseong bay a year up until he moved back in january 2024.
is now the manager of ojo records! the job was absolutely handed to him, as his uncle richie is a good friend of the owner & dylan spent a good amount of time with the two of them while he was growing up. but despite getting handed the job, he is actually a dedicated manager.
he skateboards & is good at it, but falls a lot because he always wants to be better and achieve more. often scraped up.
lives alone with his two pet rats. somewhat of a hoarder. not intervention-level yet, but it could probably get to that point if he's not careful. collects objects to fill his emotional void.
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RANKING THE GHOSTBUSTERS UNIFORMS
@thealmightyemprex @goodanswerfoxmonster @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @bixiebeet @spengnitzed @ireneead @amalthea9 @tacticalcinnamonroll @stantzed
So, in my everyday life I have a pretty basic taste when it comes to clothing (basically, being clean and confortable I wear it).
That sayed, I find costume design on film and TV to be a very interesting way of telling a story and identifying a character's personality and social dynamics.
One iconic example of clothing that extablishes character are the Ghostbusters uniforms: they extablish the team's unity toward a common goal (fighting ghosts to win money and for science) and that they aren't above making their hands (and other body parts) dirty to reach sayed common goal.
But since the movie started a franchise of multiple universes, the uniforms didn't need to look always the same, and their design constantly evolved depending on the needs of the medium presenting the new universe, while keeping a sense of stylistic and thematic cohesion.
Possibly every person has their ranking of wich model for the uniforms they prefer, and tonight I will present my personal ranking.
04° GHOSTBUSTERS (1984)
The original movie's model of the uniforms that went on to appear in the presentation pilot for the Real Ghostbusters cartoon, the videogame and the comics, and wich usually people think of and cosplay as when they hear Ghostbusters. I am not into light beige/kaqui, specially because it easily becomes dirty, and overall is not a good color to transmit personality, but for a storytelling standpoint it works to extablish that the Ghostbusters business is something new and they can't spend in luxurious clothes because their technology already demands a lot of money, so they will have to go with a cheap and weak beige fabric for practical reasons.
03° THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS (1986-1991)
Presenting the first attempt of experimenting with color coding to make the characters more distinct from one another, this costume design is a transition from something more basic to an insertion of color, with Ray remaining in a light beige tone, Peter wearing a darker, almost orange brown tone with greenish blue colar, Winston wearing a light shade of blue with redish pink colar and Egon wearing a medium shade of blue (turned green in some Marvel and NOW published comics) with a light pink collar. Probably still too sober color tones for my taste, but still very memorable.
02° GHOSTBUSTERS PACHINKO (2010)
This japanese arcade game (with a video you can watch of a review made by canadian Youtuber Phelous) comitted the truly heinous crime of erasing Winston. Having vent now, the positive comment I can give is that I love this lighter colorfull uniforms, taking influence of the color coding from the Real Ghostbusters while also making it more bright and less sober. The yellow fits well with Ray's jolly personality, passionate and hedonistic Peter fits well with orange and the scientific minded Egon looks great in blue (tough I think green would fit better with his excentricity and his love for micology and the practical Winston would be more fitting for this dark shade of blue).
And my number one Ghostbusters uniform model is...
01° GHOSTBUSTERS 2 (1989)
There are two isolated things in this sequel that were more interesting than in the first movie: a well extablished treat with the main villain Vigo the Carpathian, and the new dark gray uniforms.
Focusing now on analising the clothes, these dark gray uniforms can help the team to camouflage in dark enviroments if they want to surprise a ghost, feel more resisting to tearing and ectoplasm dirty, and fits better with what the Ghostbusters do: they don't control any pests like cockroaches or rats, they control monsters that are born from darkness, so these dark uniforms represent that they are scientists dealing with beings out of gothic scenarios.
Plus, when you combine then with a pair of shades, they become a memorable image just like a cocktail black dress:
And that is why the dark gray uniforms are my favorite work costumes for the Ghostbusters team.
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Number (N)ine AW07 Dolls and Dolls of the time
Plush Toys Sublimated into Art
The UFO catcher, which was born in 1985, was a big hit by sending out stuffed animals of various characters as prizes. Nowadays, it is enjoyed by children and adults as the face of arcades, and there are also enthusiastic collectors. However, it is undeniable that the sad situation is that items that have an early cycle and are out of season are thrown away.
On the other hand, however, stuffed toy artists from all over the world are actively collaborating with exhibitions and fashion brands to propose new values and attract attention. Among them, the representative French writer, Amberly DuPont, contributed works to the 04/05 Fall / Winter collection of <UNDER COVER>. At the Aoyama shop, the works were displayed in a large scale and were in the limelight. As a result of this movement, the activities of Japanese artists became active, and in Japan, they participated in the Yokohama Triennale (International Art Exhibition) held in 2005 and group exhibitions held in Europe and Asia. Of course, it is highly evaluated even outside the sea.
Different artists have different approaches to stuffed animals, ranging from ecological projects such as reusing discarded stuffed animals and used clothing to experimental attempts such as making parts from clay and combining them and adding paint. .. One of the charms of stuffed animals is that the artist has created various ideas with his own ideas. Most of them are handmade and one-of-a-kind items. The tasteful Kraftwerk, such as hand-stitching, will tickle the man's heart. Works that give off an overwhelming presence are also active as commercial displays. Some of them are attracting attention from art-related people such as curators and art collectors, and in the near future, their recognition as art will further increase, and they will be lined up in museums along with works of art such as paintings and carvings. May come!?!?!?!
(For 1st pic and bottom Number (N)ine Doll pic)
Artist
ROMP COMMUNICATE DESIGN
From Japan
Kimo cute degree ☆☆☆☆☆
Using recycled fabrics and parts, "3D ART" creates stuffed animals with different expressions one by one. The collaboration with "NUMBER (N) INE" has been well received, and next season, a new work with the theme of "Angels and devils that exist inside" will be released. ¥ 31,500 each (NUMBER (N) INE)
#artisanal#art#plushies#sculptor#japanese fashion#2000s fashion#fashion#my scans#takahiro miyashita#takahiromiyashita the soloist#number nine#grunge
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A YOUNG CAROLINE
Caroline Hodgson’s story doesn’t begin in Australia but in Germany, where she was born in 1951.[1] At the age of twenty she married George Studholme Hodgson and that same year the couple migrated to Melbourne, Australia.[2] Studholme was reunited with his brother and the two began a short-lived business together before John moved to Sydney.[3] Caroline had formed a close friendship with Studholme’s sister-in-law Elizabeth Jane and the two maintained correspondence throughout the years that followed.[4] Less than a year after their migration, Studholme gained employment as a policeman in Victoria and was stationed out in Mansfield as a mounted constable.[5]
Caroline did not follow her husband and instead remained in the city running a boarding house, under the 1870 Married Woman’s Property Act, she could legally own property separately from her husband.[6] Prior to entering the sex-work industry, Caroline was a member of the middle-class and was well aware of the stigma surrounding prostitution but the lucrative nature of the trade clearly persuaded her.[7] An early photograph (shown above) shows her in a simple dress, resting on the ledge of a balcony with a look of innocence about her. She looks quite young and exudes femininity with her tight locks gathered into a bow and a choker made of velvet adorning her neck.[8]
Caroline was just over the age of twenty one when she launched her first brothel in 1873, in the following decade she purchased the two adjacent properties and all three were located on Lonsdale Street, within Melbourne’s thriving sex work district known as Little Lon.[9] She also owned a home in St Kilda and two cottages in Middle Park.[10] During her separation from Studholme, there were rumours Caroline was involved in a relationship with composer Alfred Plumpton but nothing was ever proved.[11] She had no biological children, her only daughter Irene Hodgson was adopted but rumoured to have been fathered by Plumpton.[12] If that were to be true her adopted status may have been fabricated as a means of protection from scrutiny and shame but it is also possible that Irene may have been the child of a prostitute working for her mother.[13] Caroline kept her daughter far away from the district of Little Lon, Irene lived at her mother’s property on York St, St Kilda.[14]
Studholme and Caroline reunited in 182 when he was diagnosed with tuberculosis and she put him up in one of her properties, giving him a peaceful escape in which to spend his final years.[15] Perhaps it was due to his wife’s generosity that Studholme made amendments to his will just two months before he passed, revoking a request for £1000 to be given to Agnes Chatsworthy, his carer, and assigned the sum to Caroline instead.[16] Upon Studholme’s death on February 7 1893 Caroline Hodgson received a total of £1907 in currency, valuables and shares.[17] Two years later, she married again but the union was short-lived and she divorced Jacob Pohl after 11 years.[18]
By 1874 Caroline Hodgson was going by her sobriquet ‘Madame Brussels’, perhaps it was inspired by the city she and Studholme visited on their honeymoon, a reminder of a future interrupted by her migration to Melbourne.[19]
[1] Margaret Anderson, “Madame Brussels,” Old Treasury Building Heritage Icon and Museum, accessed September 2022, https://www.oldtreasurybuilding.org.au/madame-brussels/
[2] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[3] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[4] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[5] Leanne Majorie Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium (Australia: Arcade Publications, 2009), 19.
[6] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”; Barbara Minchinton, "Women as landowners in Victoria: questions from Little Lon," History Australia 14, no. 1 (2017): 70, https://doi.org/10.1080/14490854.2017.1286704
[7] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 22.
[8] Karl Quinn, "First photo of Madame Brussels, the red light queen of 1880s Melbourne," The Age, August 3, 2019, https://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/books/first-photo-of-madame-brussels-the-red-light-queen-of-1880s-melbourne-20190830-p52mjw.html.
[9] Barbara Minchinton, The Women of Little Lon, (Melbourne: Schwartz Publishing Pty. Ltd, 2021), The persecution of Madame Brussels, https://www.perlego.com/book/2140269/the-women-of-little-lon-pdf.
[10] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 16.
[11] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[12] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[13] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 48.
[14] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 48.
[15] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[16] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 84.
[17] Robinson, Madame Brussels: This Moral Pandemonium, 84.
[18] Anderson, “Madame Brussels.”
[19] Philip Bentley, “Hodgson, Caroline (1851–1908),” Australian Dictionary of Biography, accessed September 2022, https://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/hodgson-caroline-12986; Kate Follington, "Podcast episode 3: They called her Madame B. Uncovering Melbourne's infamous madame," Public Record of Victoria, accessed September 2022, https://prov.vic.gov.au/podcast-episode-3-they-called-her-madame-b.
Image: Quinn, "First photo of Madame Brussels, the red light queen of 1880s Melbourne."
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hey!!
could u possibly do a matchup for enhypen pleaseee?
im 5'6.5, but i like to round up and say im 5'7. im INFJ-T, i have hazel eyes, long-ish wavy black hair. i usually wear my pyjamas everywhere, or its oversized clothes that make me look like im drowning in fabric.
im one of the youngest in my friend group, and 100% like the little baby too. im also the mom friend lol. i comfort everyone, give them advice, and really just act like a mom. but im also a bit crazy, and a bit hyper. most of the time im calm, but when I want to be istg im an actual tornado. im also very chaotic....
but i am still quite childish. i like running around and yelling, i like playing in the rain, i like getting sick and skipping school, I like going to amusement parks and the arcade. i loveeeee being annoying, and asking people random questions like, 'when was your mom born?'
im also a hopeless romantic. i want to have one of those cliche love stories (not enemies to lovers tho, that's only cute in books), where i'll never regret falling for who I did. I want someone who'll be my best friend, but will also love me till the day i die.
I definitely grew up too fast. the childish part of me only comes out occasionally. usually I try to be more calm.
some of my favourite things to do are paint, sculpt, draw, read, dance, sing, go on rollercoasters, and pretend im an idol lol. my favourite food is salmon, and I love bread with my soul. my favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla (yes im basic), and my favourite colour is dark green.
im also the type of person to remember and keep random things. I also don't know how to accept compliments.
in terms of looks, i have a face on the smaller side, and I have big cat shaped eyes (think haerin, but longer), a slightly sharp nose, and average heart shaped lips. I have sort of chubby cheeks, but I have high cheekbones. i have a soft v-shaped jawline. im on the lighter side of tan.
hope that's enough loll!
byeeeeeeeee
you are so, SO riki. in every single way. i think your energies match so well?? and you guys would totally enable each other in your antics. like i can envision you two harassing the other members with random questions and jokes (think enha road trip where you two won’t stop asking driver jay “are we there yet? are we there yet” LOL).
he’s totally the type to tease you for liking plain old vanilla but then buy your exact favorite ice cream from the convenience store and bring it to you late night.
def a lot of fun and exciting dates together! and that boy is so infatuated with you like 🥹🥹
hope you enjoyed! this was a fun one
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Disco Ball Buttons!
For my midterm, I had the following prompts:
-lighthouse
-alligator
-wasps nest
-trippy swirl pattern
The latter two were the most appealing to me. After thinking about the wasps nest, I thought of some sort of controller that had a lot of tension in holding it. I wanted some sort of experience that could be passed around between two players that was suspenseful. As I was thinking of spherical controller ideas, I thought of this picture, which I've always wanted to try and fabricate a functional version of:
After thinking of more reasonable iterations of this, I settled on disco lights, and found one available at party city. I recently brought home a bunch of electronics stuff I had left at my parents house, and a set of arcade buttons was included in it. In some sort of miracle, the holes in the disco light happen to be almost the exact same size as the arcade buttons! I had to sand down the holes so that I could push the buttons in rather than screw them in (that would make the wiring even more of a nightmare). Here are a few progress pictures before wiring it of me being excited about it:
Here's what it looked like after I wired it up using the included wires and USB encoders. I had to use two of them in order to fit all of the buttons I had (I needed to order more to fill the whole sphere):
After this first lit up prototype, a few design issues became clear: if I wanted to control the lights of each button, I would have to wire it differently than the encoder allows. The kit comes with one wire that is supposed to connect all of the grounds of the button LEDs and all of the 5Vs, plugged into one socket. This means all of the lights are on or all of them are off. I would need more sockets on the board if I wanted to control the lights and capture the buttons of each one. So, I decided to switch to using an Arduino Mega with a shield. I used the cable that originally connected all of the LED grounds and 5V, and instead connected all of the LED grounds and switch grounds to one output. I then connected the LED 5v and switch 5v to different pairs of digital pins of the arduino. For example, one button might use digital pin 11 as an input pullup pin (the switch part of the button) and digital pin 10 as an output (the LED of the button). I soldered many header pins to hold the sockets in place. I also soldered some jumpers to connect a bluetooth module to, since I wasn't sure what game I would create after making the controller. I also had to use a metal file to shave off the connecting part of the sphere and a dremel tool to widen the circle big enough to fit the mega. Since many of the buttons needed to be connected via their ground cables, I assembled the controller like a "ship in a bottle": I put the arduino + shield in first, then would connect each button with the arduino already inside. I had to weave the long ground cable in and out of a lot of the holes, it felt like doing textile work. Here's what I ended up with:
It's a very tight fit! I'm almost worried the arduino doesn't have room to breathe. Because each long ground cable was only able to connect 10 buttons and I had 23, I needed to use one long cable, tape the rest of the ends, and shove it in the sphere. As a debugger, I wrote code that would cause each button to light up when pressing it. I really wish I took any pictures of the progress of it, I don't even have any of my arduino shield set up. I should've taken a time lapse of me putting it together.
Here is me testing that out:
Now, for the actual game component: I was really inspired by a game one of my friends made, which is one of my favorite games of all time (you should try it out, no spoilers: https://hawkdanny.itch.io/how-to-be-born)
My original premise was to pass the ball between people in a circle. I was too worried of the ball being dropped, so instead I stuck with a two player cooperative game: each level, a number of buttons would light up. Players would have to hold the buttons to go to the next level. And so on. I want to see if it's possible to beat the game with two people!
I think the next iteration of the game can use better feedback. Working with just the arduino components, I provided visual feedback via green and red button lights. I think sound effects (disco music maybe?) or even vibration would add great game feel. I am also not sure if I like it better as a fast paced game (with a leaderboard maybe?) or as it is now (no time limit). I definitely want to try out making more games with this controller, as I've put a lot of time and effort making it. I had a great experience with it!
Here is one more video of me demo-ing the game as a single player game:
Oh, also, I definitely want to add a power source so it doesn't need to be plugged in!
I had a great time seeing everyone's midterms and am excited for group work! -Jonny
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@rosa-geminae asked: [ICE CREAM]
Beach/Pool Starters - No Longer Accepting!
In the summer, Sonia had learned, there was only one fashionable destination in Britain for the aristocracy. When London and the Season became too confined, too stifling, too boring, the younger set chose to snub the parks, the museums, and the Crystal Palace in favor of going South. South, all the way to the amusements of Brighton.
While members of the lower classes happily took to the seashore, running in and out of the waves in swimming costumes and playing in the sand, she'd taken refuge underneath her parasol. Not by choice: it was part of the deal for the visiting princess to explore the seaside town. Well-born young ladies did not run through the surf and shriek, they took to the shopping arcades, the boardwalk, the luxurious hotels and inns with their various spa treatments, all of them promising the latest advancements in beauty. Thankfully though, Sonia wasn't going to be subjected to such: not with Francis as her company and escort. It left her own staff several meters behind (a fact she couldn't be more pleased for) and everyone else content: she wouldn't be unchaperoned, which would present a scandal for the Harcourt family and she hadn't wished for them to suffer at her curiosity.
"This is a lively place, much better than London this time of year!" She exclaimed from beneath her parasol: holding the fabric umbrella and her reticule, she felt...strangely, wonderfully, normal indeed: no one to look after her complexion or pocket money. Plenty of well-born ladies strolled past on their way to their various tearooms, hotels, or mansions by the water, paying calls and shopping just as they would up north but here, it was free of the smoke and fog, with salt and good cheer in the air instead. "It would be better if we could go in the water, but my parents have forbid me to run about in a swimming costume. They think it'll create irreparable damage to the family and-"
Francis had been listening, or so she thought, but when she turned she'd noticed he'd stepped away to one of the boardwalk's food stalls. Not the expensive stands set up in front of the hotels, hoping to usher guests in out of the sun and heat with lemonade and champagne served in crystal glasses and tiers of tiny sandwiches and sweets, but something...rather normal looking, with a queue of working class patrons. He'd emerged with two small glass dishes filled with ice cream and her face lit up, recognizing them instantly.
"Oh, I've read about these! They are Penny Licks!" She remarked, accepting one of the proffered dishes. "Thank you! Yes, these are in plenty of English novels now! It used to be a confection limited to the upper classes until the reusable glass dish and quickly made dessert could bring ice cream to the masses. And with no spoon, indeed! It's so very freeing, or is it messy then? In any case, it's wonderful."
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Jouer à des jeux #FPS avec un joystick et des touches de jeu sur une borne d'arcade multi-jeux.
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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)
pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou
warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima
part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!
WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO
MEZO SHOJI
(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)
he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask
at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric
“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”
could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?
but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?
shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction
but your reaction was... completely unexpected
"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??"
did he just hear you correctly?
did you just-- call him beautiful?
and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.
his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks
pls keep him 🥺
TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE
the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days.
and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks
and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life
because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful?
he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!
A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?
he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself
why did you think he was beautiful? how?
but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope
and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too
and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.
HANTA SERO
this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition
but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.
he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki
when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,
until he did.
when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely
before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing
lol sero chokes on his water
“...did you really mean that?”
“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”
“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”
for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful
and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕
WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI
IZUKU MIDORIYA
he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them
most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite
his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through
but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺
when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow
this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you
it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest
you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his
izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again
“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”
he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”
SHOTO TODOROKI
you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together
it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew
your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training
“shoto, can i ask you a question?”
he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳
“sure.”
you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”
he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion
you wanted to touch his scar?
shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him
“...i suppose so,”
you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar
a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone
shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar
to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours
you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed
you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair
“i’m so lucky to have you.”
WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day
he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart
for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk
it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much
and that... that made him upset
but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him
and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight
“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”
great, now he was crying.
at least no one else was around to see him this weak-
“kirishima?”
oh shit.
he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly
“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.
eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands.
you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”
kirishima looked up. “really?”
“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”
kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so.
DENKI KAMINARI
“good job, bakugo!”
“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”
“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”
“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”
but i...
i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-
i’m so weak.
denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes
he had done so much, and what did he get in return?
all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see
did anyone even want to see him?
“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”
“good job, kaminari!”
he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air
“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”
denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.
your quirk is so cool!
“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”
HITOSHI SHINSOU
hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy
“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.”
he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”
but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...
“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”
hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face
“get yourself together..”
“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”
your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”
normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone
your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.
you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area.
“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”
shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?
“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”
he doesn’t tell you this, but-
ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it.
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The Pit of Despair
~Yandere!Sil X Fem!Reader~ {Part 1}
~Words: 4,986
~Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Slight Swearing, Kidnapping, Forced Relationship, Forced Motherhood, One Sided Affection, Mentions of Abandonment by Parent, A Supernatural Possessed Animatronic Rabbit is in love with You
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Hey, guys! Long time no see! Recently, I have gotten back into my Five Nights at Freddy’s phase and I wanted to try and write something. I came up with this idea for @yandere-glitchtrap ‘s character Sil! This is part one out of at least two. I tried my best and I hope you enjoy!
I smiled as I parked my car in the lot, turning to my little brother in the passenger seat. Today was his birthday so as a surprise I was taking him to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaria, a place he had wanted to go to since he first heard about it on the radio. Unfortunately I could never afford to take him as all my money went to the essentials. However, this paycheck my boss gave me a bonus for staying behind and helping her with paperwork. It was like fate was smiling down upon the two of us. “Y/n, can I take the blindfold off now?”
“Go for it, buddy.”
B/N tore the fabric off and blinked a few times. After a few seconds it registered where we were in his brain, his eyes lighting up and his body bouncing up and down in the seat. “No way. No way!”
“Happy Birthday, B/N!”
“Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He undid his seatbelt and gave me a tight hug. My grip was just as tight around him. “You’re welcome. You deserve a good birthday for once.”
I frowned as I recalled all the times our mother abandoned us on our special days. I had gotten used to her going out and partying by the time I was ten, buying myself a cupcake from the local bakery as a treat. However when my brother was born I vowed that he wouldn’t suffer the same fate I did. He didn’t. I always felt terrible I was the only one there to help celebrate, but at least he had somebody.
B/N pulled away with a huge grin on his face. “Can we go inside now?”
I nodded. I turned the engine off and grabbed my purse from the floor. The two of us got out and I locked the doors. Placing the keys in my bag, I grabbed my brother’s hand and the two of us headed inside.
As soon as we entered the smell of grease and must hit our nostrils, while the sounds of the animatronic band and different arcade machines filled our ears. The host looked up at us from his Game and Watch console with a bored look. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, where fantasy and fun come to life. How can we help you today?”
“Hi, can we get a table for two please?”
He sighed heavily, as if we were bothering him. “Right this way.”
The teenager slid off the stool he was sitting on and led us to a small table in the corner. “A server will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.”
He didn’t reply. Must be a bad day.
B/N and I pulled out the chairs and sat down. I put my purse on the floor near the wall so it was out of the way and wouldn’t get stolen. “So, what do you want to do first, bud?”
“I don’t know, there’s so much to do! I want to do everything!”
I chuckled. I’m so glad he was this excited. “Well how about we order some pizza and while we’re waiting you can go to the play area.”
He nodded frantically. “Okay, okay!”
I patted his head and then pulled a menu out of the little metal side table. The two of us looked it over and after a few minutes finally agreed on what to get. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! My name is Miles and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you folks started on anything?”
My eyes widened. I recognized that voice and name. Sure enough when I looked at our smiling waiter I saw a familiar face. “Oh my god. Miles, hi!”
The brunette turned to me, a quizzical look to his face. “Wait a minute. Y/n?”
I nodded.
“Oh, hey! It’s so nice to see you again!”
My little brother coughed. “Oh Miles, this is my younger brother B/N. It’s his birthday today.”
“Well happy birthday, little guy! Having fun so far?”
“Uh-huh! Y/n is the best sister ever!”
I shrugged in embarrassment.
“She really is something,” Wait, is that a blush on his cheeks? “Now, what can I get you?”
“Could we please get a large pepperoni and favorite pizza? Oh, and two large orange Fizzy Fazzs!” B/N ordered.
Miles wrote it down on his notepad with a smile. “Of course. I’ll bring that out as soon as I can.”
“Thank you!”
“Thank you, Miles.”
“No problem, Y/n.”
I watched his tall, lanky form walk away and sighed. “How do you know him?”
“We went to community college together. He’s a nice guy.”
“Maybe the two of you should get together.”
I nearly choked on my saliva. How did B/N know that I liked him?!
“W-what?”
“I saw how you looked at him. That’s what Jimmy calls the ‘crush stare’.”
“Oh really? So now because you’ve turned twelve you know all about love?”
I smirked at him and cocked an eyebrow.
“I, well, not me…”
I chuckled and ruffled his hair. “It’s cool, B/N. Now why don’t you go and play while we wait for the pizza.”
“Okay!”
He hopped off his chair and ran towards the kid’s playground. From my seat I kept an eye on him. Watching him filled me with a sense of pride, the pride that he was growing up nicely. While I was in school B/N was left at the house with our mother. She always overslept and paid more attention to the TV than she did his needs. I remember coming home to him wailing because he hadn’t been fed, while she feasted on a pizza she somehow got for free. My heart crumpled and guilt always overtook me when I had to leave for school and work. I hated leaving him there. That’s when I promised as soon as I was old enough to leave, I would take him with me and raise him as my own. As soon as I turned eighteen I packed a bag and ran off in the middle of the night with B/N, never to see our mother again. Over the years she never tried to look for us, something I expected but still saddened me.
“Two orange Fizzy Fazzs!”
I looked over to see Miles putting down the colorful plastic cups onto the table. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
He started to walk off but he paused, turning back towards me. “Hey Y/n, can I ask you something?”
“Fire away.”
He stepped back towards the table and sat in the chair across from me.
My breath hitched.
My heart beat faster.
He’s so close.
Miles sighed, his fingers fidgeting on top of the wooden table. “Why did you leave college? I noticed you were gone a few months ago, but I had no idea how to contact you.”
“It’s a bit embarrassing, if I’m being honest.”
“I won’t laugh if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
I looked up to see him staring at me. His green eyes twinkled in the bright lights of the pizzeria. He was quite handsome. I looked back down towards my lap. I didn’t even want to know what his expression would be when I explained the situation. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
I let out a sigh. “Finances haven’t been my best friend lately. My landlord has upped the price of rent and B/N’s school has been hounding me for payment. Not to mention the essentials for both of us. I just couldn’t afford to attend anymore.”
“I see.”
“Why do you ask?”
His hands slid over to mine on the table top before gently holding them.
I paused.
My heart thumped.
This kind of affection was rare for me. While I did get love from my brother, his was the family kind. This. This was intimate. I could feel the spark between us as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“I miss you. We had the best of times in all the classes we had together.”
“We did, didn’t we.”
“You remember that time Professor Stant wore his pants backwards?”
“Oh my god, I do! We were all laughing so hard and he didn’t want to listen to any of us! How about that time Robert farted in the library so loudly he shook the bookshelf next to him.”
“I forgot about that!”
The two of us sat there for a few minutes laughing at the shared memories from college. It felt refreshing to talk to someone that was twenty-five, something I hadn’t done in a while. “S-say Y/n, how would you feel about-”
“Miles! There you are! Get your ass back to work! You can fraternize with customers on your own time!”
We both flinched at the harsh voice of whom I assumed to be Miles’ boss. “We’ll talk later.”
“Alright.”
I waved as he ran off, receiving a smack to the head from the harsh voiced man. “Y/n! Y/n!”
I looked over to see my brother running towards me, a grin on his face. “What is it, B/N?”
“Come take a picture of me going down the slides! Come on! Come on!”
He quickly grabbed my hand and began dragging me to the play area. I giggled, stopping him. “Let me grab the camera first!”
Digging through my purse, I pulled it out and ran to the foam arena. “I’ll stand over by the ball pit, okay.”
“Okay! I’ll be on the orange one!”
I walked over to the ball pit as he climbed the stairs to get to the slides. As I stood on the plush mat, I decided it wasn’t the proper angle. Looking around I smiled at the ledge of the colorful pit. Stepping up, I turned towards the slides and looked through my camera. Perfect!
As I waited for B/N to come down, I fiddled with some of the camera settings. While I was doing that I felt something brush against my ankle. I thought nothing of it. Probably just some kids playing around.
Suddenly that same feeling came around my right calf. I pulled away quickly and looked down to see nothing. The touch was so light that perhaps I was just imagining it. “Y/n! Here I come!”
I shifted my attention back to B/N who happily waved at me. I gave him a thumbs up and down he went.
Click!
Out came flying a Polaroid from the front of the camera. I took it and shook it, the picture showing up a few minutes later. B/N came bounding over and he smiled when I showed him. “Like it, birthday boy?”
“Uh-huh! Now let me take a picture of you!”
“Me? But it’s not my birthday!” I teased.
“So? You’re special on this day too! Now come on! Please?”
“Alright, fine. But please be careful.”
I gently handed him the camera and explained what button to press. “Okay, now pose!”
I playfully rolled my eyes and did two peace signs with a smile.
Click!
Out plopped the Polaroid. B/N shook it with a lot of force, not even realizing how loose his grip was. Suddenly the picture went flying into the ball pit. “Oh no!”
B/N handed me the camera and went to look for the picture but it got lost amongst all the kids and plastic balls. He searched for a few minutes, but I knew it was gone. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t find it, Y/n! I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, buddy. Look, I think our pizza is ready. How about we go and eat some; you can always take a picture of me at the table.”
That seemed to appease him. He nodded and took my hand, both of us heading back to our table. Sure enough our two pizzas were there, light steam coming off the top. We both took our seats and grabbed a slice from each pizza. “To the birthday boy!”
“To the best sister ever!”
We touched the slices together in a cheerful fashion and then dug in. Lunch went quite well, the two of us laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Surprisingly, we finished both pizzas between us.
As we were sipping at our drinks, Miles came over with a small plate in his hand. He set it down in front of my brother who gasped. Resting on the paper plate was a huge cupcake, one resembling Chica’s minus the eyes. “From all of us here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, happy birthday kid.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you!”
“Now make a wish, B/N!”
I brought my camera up and as he blew out the candle, took a picture.
Click!
I smiled at the Polaroid, the big moment so cute. “Can I go play in the arcade now?”
“Of course. Here,” I pulled out some change, “for Faz Tokens. Now go have fun. I’ll join you in a little bit.”
He giggled and gave my cheek a kiss. I ruffled his hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek as well. With that he ran off towards the arcade. “He’s a cute sibling.”
“He is.”
Just then I remembered that Miles hadn’t finished what he was going to ask last time. I brought this up and saw his cheeks flush pink. “O-oh. Well, I uh, I was just wondering…I’m sorry if this is sudden but, I was wondering if you’d like to…”
He said the last part kind of quiet. “What?”
He sighed, nervousness in his breath. “Would you go on a date with m-me?”
My eyes widened and I sat there in silence. Did he say what I think he said?
“Y-Y/n? Aren’t you going to answer me?”
I snapped out of my thoughts. “S-sorry. I, I would love too.”
“R-really?”
“Really.”
“T-that’s wonderful! How about tomorrow night? I can pick you up at your place?”
“I’ll have to find a babysitter for B/N, but that would be great.”
Quickly I took a napkin from the table and a pen from my purse, writing my home phone number on it. Giving it a second to dry, I then handed it to Miles. “Here, my number. Give me a call tonight when you get off work. We can make plans.”
He cradled the napkin to his chest. “Will do! But I better get back to work. I’ll call tonight.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Before he walked away, he gently took my hand and gave it a kiss. “Until then.”
I felt my body heat up and a smile grow on my cheeks. God he is so cute!
Silently, I took some sips from my soda before heading to go to the bathroom. A few moments later I walked out to the arcade to find B/N. My eyes scanned the crowd and I found him playing a claw machine. “Hey, bud. How’s it going?”
“Good! I’ve gotten a lot of tickets!”
“That’s amazing! We’ll have to stop by the prize counter before we leave.”
“Uh-huh!”
“WINNER!”
Both of us looked at the machine to see a medium sized Freddy plushie drop into the square hole. B/N bounced excitedly before reaching inside the hatch, pulling out his new bear friend. He gave it a good squish against his chest and a content smile appeared on his face. I could tell he was happy.
For the rest of the day the two of us played games, watched the band, ate some more food, and finally stopped at the prize counter. By the time we had our full share of fun it was dark outside, close to closing time. B/N was fast asleep in my arms as I walked us out to the car, all the excitement had him pooped. I unlocked the doors and set him in the passenger seat, buckling him in. Shutting his door, I got into the driver’s seat and after clicking in my seat belt, drove off.
It was 7:30 pm when we arrived home. I carried B/N into his room and laid him down in bed. I pulled the covers over him before stroking his hair. I didn’t bother with his pajamas, knowing he was too exhausted to put them on. “Good night, B/N. I hope you had a wonderful birthday.”
I leaned down and gave his forehead a kiss. He snuggled closer to his Freddy plush and I knew that was his way of thanks. I got up and turned his nightlight on before leaving. “I love you.” I whispered.
I shut the door behind me and walked back out to the living room of our small apartment. I took off my shoes and properly placed my purse and keys in their spots, originally having thrown them on the counter. Just as I was putting our winnings for the day away, the home phone rang. I rushed over and picked it up. “Hello?”
“Y/n? It’s me Miles.”
“Oh, hey Miles! How are you after your shift?”
“Tired, but I’m excited to talk to you.”
“I am too. You know it was nice seeing you today. I missed seeing you all the time.”
“I did too. I’m even more excited for our date tomorrow night.”
My heart fluttered. I loved how he said date. I took a seat in the armchair next to the phone. “So what were you thinking of doing?”
“I know it might sound cliche but what about a movie? I heard there’s a new horror film coming out.”
“I’d love that. Would 6:00 pm work for you?”
“Y-yeah. I don’t have work or anything. I’ll stop by your place and pick you up.”
“Sounds good.”
The two of us stayed on the line for a couple of hours before wishing each other good night. I sighed dreamily before making my way down the hall to my room. I changed into my pj’s, set my alarm for 6:30 am, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths, my body shutting down into sleep mode.
The next morning went by pretty smoothly. I got dressed and went across the hall to Ms. Peterson, asking if she could watch my brother. She agreed as I did favors for her all the time. With that checked off, I got B/N’s lunch packed and woke him up. After he got dressed and did his morning routine, I told him about tonight. “Ew, a date?! Gross!”
“You’ll understand when you’re older, kiddo.”
I ruffled his hair and sent him on his way to the school bus. Back in the apartment, I was getting my breakfast ready when the phone rang. I looked at the clock on the wall, it being early for a phone call. The phone kept ringing so I decided to go over and answer it. “Hello?”
“Y/n, it’s Miles.”
“Oh, hey! How are you doing?”
“Okay. Hey, I just got called into work. I guess somebody got sick.”
“Oh no!”
“But don’t worry, it won’t interrupt our date! I just won’t be able to pick you up is all.”
“Well how about I meet you at the pizzeria and we can go from there?”
“That would be great, thank you. Look, I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight.”
He sent a kiss through the phone. I giggled and sent one back. We both hung up.
Happily, I made my way back to the kitchen and finished making myself some breakfast. Today I was off from work so I had the whole day to do some errands and things for the apartment. After I finished eating, I did the dishes that had piled up in the sink and put them in the dishwasher. Then I slowly went down the list of things to do.
Laundry? Check.
Sweeping? Check.
Dusting? Check.
Bathroom cleaned? Check.
Bedrooms tidied? Check.
Getting groceries? Check.
Soon it was time to get ready to go. I looked myself over in the bathroom, having showered and changed into different clothes. My stomach twisted as I walked down the hall to the front door and I could feel nerves spiking as I put on my black boots. There’s no need to be nervous! You’re going to have a great time with Miles. Who knows, maybe the two of you might kiss.
I felt warm and fuzzy. A kiss would be nice, but would that be stretching it too far? Sure we hung around each other so much in school, but it’s been almost three months since we’ve been together. Just see where the night takes you!
Right. Just see where the night takes you.
With that in mind, I grabbed my purse from it’s spot and made my way out the door.
When I arrived at the pizzeria, the parking lot still had a few cars. It wasn’t surprising, it was a Friday night after all. I locked the car doors after I got out and went inside the building. It was noisier than yesterday as it seemed they had several groups of teenagers running around. “How can I help you today?” a voice shouted over the music.
I turned to see the host (a female this time) kind of glaring at me. I assumed she thought I was part of the teens group. “I’m here to wait for Miles! We’re going out after his shift!” I shouted back.
She nodded. “Okay! He’ll be done shortly! You can walk around if you’d like!”
“Thank you!”
I walked past her little booth and into the kid’s area. It was a lot less busy than the dining room and arcade. Placing my purse on the floor, I adjusted my t-shirt and smoothed it down in nervousness. When that didn’t occupy me for long I looked around the area. As I was viewing the slides, I thought I heard a voice. I just ignored it. It probably wasn’t talking to me anyway.
“Y/n…”
I turned around, a confused look on my face. Nobody was near me and the voice sounded so close.
“Y/n~...”
There it was again. It almost sounded like…Miles. My eyes flickered over the room and yet still no one was near the play area. I think I’m losing it. Maybe I need to sit down.
I walked over and sat on the ledge of the ball pit, giving my temples a rub. I was just nervous, that’s all. I let out a sigh. Suddenly, I heard the balls shift and felt a presence behind me. It felt too large to be human.
I turned slowly, only for my eyes to widen. Right behind me was the top of a golden bunny, his blue eyes staring me down. I started to scream but the bunny leaped forward, wrapping a hand around my mouth and the other around my waist. Before I could even struggle he flopped backwards and the two of us fell into the pit. My stomach went up into my throat as we continued to fall, the lights of the pizzeria getting fainter and fainter.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, not daring to look where we were going. Just then the falling feeling stopped and I felt my feet being set down on a plush surface. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes and couldn’t help but gasp. In front of me stood the golden bunny, a smile on his face and his eyes filled with warmth. I stepped back quickly and nearly tripped on the mat beneath us. I couldn’t even speak, the fear too great.
The rabbit furrowed his eyebrows and made a move towards me. “S-STAY BACK!”
He did. His smile had turned to a frown and his long ears drooped forward. “Listen, I have no idea where we are, b-but you have to take me back!”
He shook his head and slowly walked towards me as if I was a frightened animal and he was the hunter. I put my hands up in front of me to try and stop him, them shaking terribly. Gently he reached forwards and took them within his.
I flinched.
His thumbs rubbed the backs of my hands and a small smile reached his lips. It was like he was trying to comfort me. Letting go of one of my hands, he started to lead us out of the dimly lit room we were in. I had no idea where he was taking me (and had no intention of finding out) so I dug my heels into the smooth checkerboard floor. The rabbit noticed the hold up and once again rubbed the back of my hand. As he did this, he opened the door in front of us and led us out into a large open room. The bunny stopped and I looked around, my eyes widening.
The place looked like a replica of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It had the black and white checkerboard floor, the dark gray walls with the checkerboard and red trim, and even the ceiling was the same. The only difference is this place appeared to be furnished into a home. The room we were in seemed to be the living room as there were a couple of couches and armchairs scattered. A colorful knitted rug lay beneath a medium sized coffee table and simple gold lamps sat atop some end tables. Various kinds of toys were spread on the floor and the place looked very cozy. Whoever built it took the time to make sure it felt comfortable to be here.
Suddenly a red door off to the left opened to reveal a little girl, her eyes brightening upon seeing us. “Daddy! You’re back!”
The small child came running towards us and the bunny opened his arms wide. The girl jumped and her tight blonde curls bounced. The two of them snuggled before she turned back to where she came from. “They’re here!”
The red door flew open to reveal even more children, ranging from two year olds to nineteen year olds. They all crowded around the golden rabbit, the group forming a group hug. From where I stood I got a good look at my captor. He towered above all of us and he appeared to have a short golden ponytail and goatee. His attire consisted of a white button up shirt, light blue and medium blue striped vest, black tie, dark gray dress pants, a black belt, and dark gray spats. The kids meanwhile were dressed in what appeared to be street attire.
I awkwardly watched the display before the little blonde’s eyes fell upon me. “You were right, Daddy! Mommy is very beautiful!”
My heart stopped. Did she just say, “Mommy?”
“Yeah,” one of the teens replied, “Papa Sil didn’t tell you?”
I shook my head. The children all looked to their supposed father. He sighed and set the blonde girl down. He made a motion that the older kids nodded to, taking the smaller children down a hallway. Once they disappeared, the rabbit went to a green couch and sat, patting the seat next to him. I shook my head. I was still terrified of him. He sighed again before holding up a finger. I furrowed my brow in confusion. What did he want me to wait on?
Silently, the bunny pulled out a notepad and wrote something down with a pencil, turning it towards me when he was finished. “I’m sorry to have frightened you, my dear. My name is Sil and this is my home. Those children you saw are all mine. I saved them.”
“O-okay? But why did that little girl call me Mommy?”
The pencil returned to scribbling on the page, my stomach churning. He once again turned the notepad to me when he was done. “You weren’t supposed to find out so early, but I suppose my children were excited. I have after all been talking about you non stop since I saw you yesterday.”
“See me? But I never saw y-you.”
He wrote some more and turned it. “That is true. But I saw you and was immediately smitten. You are so kind, my dear. The way you treated that young boy was so motherly that I knew you’d be a perfect fit for our family.”
“S-smitten? F-family?! I don’t even know you!”
“We had a connection, the two of us. When I touched your leg I felt a spark, something I haven’t felt for a long time. I love you, Y/n. And I know you’ll be an amazing wife and mother.”
Time seemed to stop. That brush against my leg was this…thing?! I wasn’t dreaming?! And it loves me? Wants me to be it’s wife?! A mother?!
I could feel myself hyperventilating as the room began to spin and dark spots danced about. My situation was crashing down on me in one big wave, drowning me. The rabbit, Sil, stood up from the couch as I felt myself fall, his arms wrapping around my waist to catch me. I could feel tears gather in my eyes as I tried to weakly push him away. “G-get away from m-me! Let m-me go!”
He simply shook his head and sunk to the ground, holding me close to his chest. I squirmed around but he wasn’t going to let go any time soon. I sobbed and tried to punch his chest, my blows not doing any damage. Sil began to hum and rock us back and forth, one of his hands stroking my shoulder. The clashing of calmness and anxiety made me feel sleepy, the humming not helping any. As much as I wanted to keep my eyes open, I could feel them shut as I slipped into unconsciousness. However, before I succumbed to the darkness I felt his nose nuzzle my forehead and a deep purr escape his throat.
What have I been dragged into?
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HEDACANON + NANAMI KENTO || friends to lovers
request: Headcannons for my husband Nanami and a fem childhood friends to lovers? They became friends as children because they were the only ones who could see the weird scary monsters that no one else could see, and he’s very protectice of her! Gojo used to flirt with her in highschool to tease Nanami and get him to finally confess （＾＿＾）☆
note: honey you mean OUR husband nanami - because i love him a lot as well TT and of course gojo will do that lol - he just wants nanami to get off his ass and ask you out before some random ass boy tries to steal you away. but i love this honestly, such a cute request for our husband TT
pronouns: she/her
note: very long because i love nanami and more people need to give him love
you and nanami met in the park one day, and it was because of a weird ability that only you two share that bonded the both of you together
nanami had always been able to see curses, but he hates telling people this; espeically the adults, who just think that he is making things up for attention and will lecture him for it
so he had learnt to ignore it for awhile now, pretending that he does not see that weird catfish like curse lurking in the pond that he stood next to as he fed the ducks
“h-hey - can i feed the ducks next to you?��� a shy and sweet voice had called out, causing for him to look over to see you; dressed in a cute flowery dress and haired pulled back with a matching fabric headband. “i wanna feed the ducks too...but i don’t like the scary monster in the water...”
“...you can see it too?” nanami asked you in shock, having never met anyone who can see the things he does; even his parents were blissfully unaware of the weird creatures and monsters that lurk in almost every corner of the small town you live in
when you had shyly nodded your head in reply to his words, you had no idea that it was the start of your relationship that will last a lifetime
because you were from the same town, you two basically became the best of friends; going to the same preschool and middle school together, spending most of your free time playing with each other, and always seeking each other out even if you two have different friend groups
when he had developed his technique, he uses to exorcise a few of the low level curses that are in your town - of course he does to quietly and in the covers of shadows so no one will notice
he always make sure that there are no curses near you that can scare you, and if they try to attack you or are scaring you too much, he’d exorcise it - yet at the time he didn’t really know what he was doing
he had remember once when you had come crying into his room, clinging onto him since there were a few fly heads that were terrorising your room - you had no idea how they had managed to enter, but they were knocking things off your shelf and scaring the living daylights out of you
nanami had entered your room and somehow dealt with them, even staying the night by sleeping on the floor next to you on your futon; only to make space for you in the middle of the night so you two can curl up together when you were too anxious to fall asleep
with how small your town along the outskirts of Tokyo is, everyone there is tight-knit and very close with each other; with very strong family-centered and peaceful living values instilled in everyone from the moment they are born
everyone was pretty sure that one day you two are going to marry one another, with how you two come as a package deal as the years go by. even your families have pretty much accepted that fact and just act like they are in-laws a this point
when he was offered a space at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College for high school, he was hesitant - this will be the first time that he is going to be away from not only you but the town you lived in, and the first time either of you had been separated from one another ever
yet you were the one who encouraged him to go to school there, since he’d be wasting his potential if he doesn’t - you didn’t want to be the reason for him to stay back in your small town
so he had went, and now you two mostly spend time on your phone; calling and texting one another late into the night, even if you have classes the next day
there was once, during your long break, that you had decided to take a bullet train up to tokyo to spend the weekend with nanami and to explore the city that you’ve always wanted to visit
so he had waited for you by the train station, dressed in his simple Jujutsu High Uniform with his then wrapped sward resting in a weapons bag over your shoulders - smiling softly when he spotted you before catching you in his arms when you launched yourself into his embrace to give him a long awaited hug
soon you found yourself standing before the temple that hides the college within, looking around in awe as you latched onto his arm, walking beside him with the most entranced look on your face that had nanami watching you with the softest of smiles
it was there that you had met his small group of classmates - the bright and positive haibara who had stuck to your side to ask you a few more questions about his usually quiet classmate
the second years had just returned from classes, the three of them turning into the main hallway just in time to see you giggling up at nanami at a joke that haibara made; and gojo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of his usually cold kouhai smiling back at you so freely
it took him a few seconds to realise that you were probably the reason why nanami spend so much time on his phone, to which he just grinned and rubbed his hands together; this action causing geto and shoko to just sigh tiredly
operation: getting nanami laid is a go
“kent-kun~ you never told me about your pretty little friend.” gojo called out as he skipped over to his junior, his grin widening at how nanami’s expression dropped as he gave his senpai the most unamused look on his face
yet you were just curious as you blinked up at the tall man, offering a warm smile as you untangled one arm from nanami’s and held it out for gojo to shake.
“my name is l/n y/n, and i am from kento’s hometown. it’s nice to meet you!” you had greeted him with a wide and warm smile, causing everyone in the hallway to just stare at you before it was wordlessly decided that they were going to protect you from all the curses of the world
saying that, gojo is still going to go ahead with his plan on making nanami confess to you
so the entire time you were there, he made sure to suck up to you, being extra nice to you and giving you a few flirtatious comments here and there - but you just brushed him off with a soft smile, not really interested at his advances at all
but pushing him aside lol - you loved meeting his seniors, who asked a little more about yourself and how you seem so casual with the idea of nanami being able to see Curses
it was then you admitted that you can see and sense Curses as well, but you had no Inherited Curse Technique, meaning that you were just the every day civilian with the exception of seeing Curses
they also took the chance to ask questions about their usually quiet kouhai as well, wanting to know more about his life back home in your town that he keeps so private
usually nanami will be against it, but since you were laughing and giggling at all the fond memories you two share, he decided to let it go for once - even if it’s all at his expense
the rest of the weekend was a blast - nanami brought you about tokyo to see all the tourist sights, visit a few places that he loves to shop at or drop by from time to time, letting you try all the different street snacks and famous restaurant to your hearts content
but it is when you’re in the college that he is the most annoyed with - not at you, no. but at gojo - who kept flirting with you and kept making jokes with you about random things
if that wasn’t bad enough, you had shared a few laughs with the older male, since a few of his jokes were genuinely funny - and that had nanami fuming
geto probably took pity on the dense boy before he started to nudge at him to confess his very obvious feelings he had for you, since it was obvious that the both of you are very much in love with one another
it was either he confesses, or more dumbasses like gojo might try to pull something like this on him and take you away from him
and even though he was sure that wouldn’t happen, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that geto might be right - and that there is a chance he is going to loose you to someone if he doesn’t act fast
and there is no way he is going to loose to that white-haired ferret - no wat in hell
when he had returned home for the semester break, meeting you up at the train station where you greeted him with a wide smile that you only reserve for him and pulling him into your warm and comforting embrace, he just sighs in relief and holds you close as well, taking a few moments to just appreciate you
throughout the semester, he had slowly build up the courage to confess his feelings to you - making a rough plan of how things are going to go before he went full on ham on the day he plans on confessing
and if we know something about nanami - it is that this man always stick to his plan
for most of your free days, the both of you are out on dates; visiting old favorites of yours, trying out the new restaurants and cafes that you’ve yet to visit, going to a few arcades, and even a few stores to just do some window shopping together
it went on like that for a few days before he suddenly asked if you wanted to go out to visit the nearby festival that your town is holding - which you agreed with a warm smile on your face before he promised to drop by your home
you had decided that since it was a festival, you’d put on one of your most favourite yukata pieces - a beautiful dark blue one made of silk, with cranes and clouds printed all over the fabric, a simple dark blue obi to tie it all off
nanami had decided to wear a simple grey kimono, since it just adds to the excitement of going to a festival - so when he saw you dressed for the occasion as well, he smiles and takes your hand in his, telling you how beautiful you looked
while you were still fangirling about the comment, nanami promised your father to bring you home before midnight, to which the older man just smiles and waves him off; knowing that he can trust nanami to keep his word and make sure you’re safe
when you two were there you had a blast - trying out all the different kinds of candies and treats, playing a few games, and visiting a few vendors that have set up shop at the tourist spots as well
nanami had even won you a cute seal plushie, one that you hugged to your chest in delight the entire time with the brightest smile on your face; nanami blushing and rubbing the back of his neck bashfully at how that look was directed right at him
he had confess that night when the both of you were just admiring the stars and the moon visible in your small town, asking if you had wanted to officially become his girlfriend
when you had agreed the biggest and most happiest smile on your face, launching yourself in his arms with an excited giggle while he smiles and hugs you around the waist, happy that you had agreed
to be honest there was not much of a change between your current relationship and the one you had before - the only difference is the more physical aspects of your relationship, and how open nanami is when it comes to showering you in affection
when gojo had found out that you two finally got together, he just grinned and clapped his hands in delight, happy that nanami finally got off his ass to admit his feelings for you
and as much as nanami hates that gojo will forever take credit for the both of you getting together, he isn’t wrong either. but there is no way in hell is he going to admit that to the older man
even when he was a salesperson or return to the jujutsu world after awhile, he is forever going to be the protective boyfriend that he is
an arm around your waist whenever you two are out together, sharp eyes glaring at anyone who stares at you a bit too long or is eyeing you up like you’re a piece of meat
doesn’t stop you from wearing things like short dresses or low riding tops if it makes you happy, but will make sure that you are safe whenever you go out together; tossing a jacket over you if you get cold, and keeping a hand on your thigh the entire time
even now he makes sure that you’re safe, texting you when he gets a mission so you aren’t in that part of town where he is going so you’re not hurt by the curses that are roaming that part of town
by the way, it didn’t take him that long to propose to you and ask if you wanted to get married to him, which you agreed to with the same enthusiasm that you had when he asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago
and he’s never been more grateful that he gets to call you his
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muddle along
or: the Pokemon / TMA crossover I’ve been promising @speakerunfolding for AGES
jonmartin early S4
Jon considers the knapsack left for him.
Exhaustion is already feasting on any clarity he might have obtained in the near quiet. His body stiff, unused to the casual labour of his bones. The storage room, its shelves overburdened, the air vents popping like cracked knuckles, has gained nothing in his absence except a resurgence of dust and, in a dismal corner, a pile of boxes and a suitcase. A pathetic truncated shrine to his thirty odd years of living.
They moved his possessions here, when his rent went unpaid, when his water bills and council tax and internet payment reminders piled up like demanding snowdrift on his mucky welcome mat. Mutely, he glances over the hastily sellotaped boxes that now form his packaged-up life with all the distance that six months of bad dreams have afforded him.
He wonders who packed up his kitchenware, despairing at the mismatched cutlery harvested from student halls and charity-shop finds; clucked their teeth at the bread freckling mouldy in the barren landscape of his fridge; folded his clothes neatly into the suitcase he always kept stuffed under his unmade bed, even pairing up his socks; who took the books off his shelves in the belief he might thumb through them again one day.
He wonders if it was Martin.
Basira gave him the knapsack some hours ago. When he’d found some semblance of normalcy in the dull weight of a sandwich coating his stomach, dressed in clothes that now hang like rags off a coat hanger, sat at the table in the otherwise empty staff room with the heat of a cup of tea cactus-prickling his palms.
“He asked if you’d look after them,” she’d said. The strap of the bag held securely in the jaw of her Absol. “While he’s – well, you know…” She waves an exasperated done-with-it hand that manages to express a multitude of emotions that refract and merge like the morphing shades of a bruise. “Doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing. Or he thinks he’s doing.”
Jon wishes he knew.
He sits cross-legged in front of the storage room door, a sharp-boned barricade, thrumming like a struck tuning fork with the thought that even here, he will not be safe.
Gardevoir is a heavy weight against his shoulder. She’s quieter than he remembers, solemn and sombre in her new form. She used to demand being lifted up when she was Ralts, her flat red horns digging into his chest and leaving impressions, scrabbling down to shelter half-behind his legs when strangers approached. He left for the Unknowing and she’d been Kirlia, her face set and her cries insistent and infuriated, trying to push her Pokeball into his hand to make him bring her with them. Tim hadn’t asked where she was, when they all piled into the rental car, Houndoom taking up one of the seats in the back but snarling when Basira suggested putting her in her ball.
Jon doesn’t know when she evolved. It pains him, a dull-knife strike of thought, another wave against his tide-bashed flood barriers, to have slept through such a moment in her life when every other milestone they shared together.
“Now is a good a time as any, I suppose?” he asks her. His voice traces above a whisper. His Abra has calmed now, drained down from a difficult and teary reunion, and is now breathing deep and slow, curled into the port of his crossed legs. His three-fingered hands are still clenching the fabric of Jon’s shirt.
Gardevoir nods. Then gives him a nudge and a look when it seems as though he’s stalling, when he must be bleeding out apprehension like watercolours seeping through paper.
“Can’t get anything past you now, huh,” he says. She smiles, fond and he manages a short smile back, and it is almost, almost like it was before.
The bag is old, its original function probably for a laptop of some kind. The plasticky outer skin of it has rubbed away, flaking to mesh at the edges, the piping worn down to wires. Jon folds back the front of the bag, and inside there are four Pokeballs, the basic and cheapest red-and-white models. Jon had worked a thankless summer job at a beach-side amusement arcade to save up the money to get Ralts a customised ball, and had done similar when Abra came along a few years later.
To the side of the Pokeballs, ziplocked and labelled, there is a small forest of freezer bags bulging with berries and treats and care equipment. In a plastic pocket, there are precisely written instructions pertaining to each Pokemon and their requirements, and Jon’s throat tightens unexpectedly to see Martin’s looping joined-up handwriting, to see words that seem penned by someone who doesn’t expect to be coming back.
Gardevoir makes a low noise next to him. Her arm alighting on his, a solid weight, grounding. Jon clears his throat and takes out the Pokeball nearest the top, pushing the button on the front so the size balloons to fill his palm.
Most people have one Pokemon, maybe two, unless they’re involved in competitive breeding and training. When Abra came along, he remembers his gran remarking on the upkeep, how it would be his responsibility to feed and care for and train them, and it hadn’t been the cheapest venture but Jon had born the expense gladly. It doesn’t surprise him that Martin has amassed so many in comparison to the norm.
At lunch one day years ago, the weather nipping frost-touched, they’d sat outside a cramped cafe because there’d been no seats indoors, and Martin had confessed that he was always taking them in. Thinking back, Jon knows that Martin was attempting to keep the conversation buoyant, coaxing him away from deeper, darker waters. Jon remembers being irritated, sore-eyed with sleeplessness, his spine strung with paranoia.
“My lost causes, Mum called them,” Martin had said, and his voice had tried for a levity that landed without cushioning. He’d torn off a bit from the end of his panini to feed a hopeful-looking Pidove pecking expectantly around their feet. The cause of the conversational turn, Martin’s newest acquisition, had sat grumpily mewling on the other man’s knee, wriggling and sniping as he tried to feed them some medication he’d got from the vet. Despite himself, Jon had been distracted from miring thoughts of Gertrude by watching Martin’s charade unfold, the man making a show of giving up with a theatrical sigh to scratch the Nidoran behind the ears in a show of defeat, being careful of their spikes. The Nidoran had headbutted his hand whenever his motions slowed to stopping, and Martin had used the distraction to fold a chorizo slice he’d pulled from his panini around the pill, which the Nidoran had happily snaffled from his fingers, gulping it down before returning to demand affection.
“They’ll be all healed up within the week,” Martin had continued, plastering over the continued lull with his chattering. “I’ve taken in a few Nidorans before, they tend to be pretty hardy.” He had scratched under the Nidoran’s chin as his words ebbed with the nudging of an undemanding tide.
Jon had picked at his sandwich as Martin had fold him about hiding Pidgeys and Swablus in an old shoebox under his bed, lined with the nesting material of some of his t-shirts donated to the cause. A chipped-edge bowl borrowed from the kitchen brimming with water and his own early team of Pokemon keeping them company while their wings healed in their splints before they were strong enough to leave again.
These four Pokeballs in the knapsack aren’t just random strays. They’re Martin’s Pokemon. The ones that never left him, the ones that he’s raised and doted upon and taken worriedly to the Pokecentre over every cough and sniffle and fever.
And for the meantime, they’re Jon’s.
Jon presses the release button on the first ball.
There is a chittering surprised coo as an Oddish materialises in a buzz of light and reforming matter. They reform to stand a little higher than Jon’s ankle, only to fold their leaves half over their eyes at the unkindness of the halogen strip light. They totter when they take a step, tumbling to sitting with an affronted noise before, with a determined heft, they rock themselves up to standing again. Jon’s seen Martin’s Oddish before, approaching every walk around the assistant’s office space like a tightrope. Tim had bought them a little plant pot as a novelty Christmas gift once, and they’d unironically loved it, hopping into it cosily and getting specks of soil all over Martin’s desk.
Their leaves are poked through with ragged little holes, like they’ve been nibbled away, the green tinged in places to a sickly yellow. In the bag there is a vial of luminous blue medicine, complete with dropper and application instructions. It’s a stress thing, he dimly remembers Martin had once explained to him. It’s like an eczema, of a sort, that afflicts Grass-types, but it affects Oddish’s balance when it flares up.
The Oddish looks at Jon. They don’t have a neck as such, so they lean their whole bulb-like body backwards on their stumpy legs to study Gardevoir, who gives a reassuring blink. They glance around the storage room and its uninspired treasures of boxes and the unpromisingly weak-seeming metal frame of the cot, with a fretful shake of their leaves. They’re expecting to see someone else.
“Hello,” Jon says. He clears his throat, attempting to present a friendly face, to avoid the grimace he senses forming at his discomfort, his presentation to a critical audience that is already finding him wanting. “I’m… well, I’m Jon. You’ve probably seen me before, I’m um… I’m a f-friend of Martin’s. He’s, well, he’s not here at the moment. But he asked me to look after you. While he’s – he’s away.”
Oddish blinks their beady round red eyes. Their leaves wave uncertainly with the lazy swish of palm fronds. They coo again, a longer sound, plaintive and stretched out in melancholy. They take the opportunity to look around again, a full-body swivel that has them unbalanced, but Gardevoir leans down with a careful hand to steady them upright.
Jon watches them amble off to study their surroundings. Every so often crying out in a searching noise. Gardevoir keeps an eye on them as they rootle around in one of the boxes they can reach.
The next few releases are equally unsuccessful. Skitty reforms only to barrel under the cot as a pink-and-white blur, slinking further back with his tail swishing furiously whenever Jon addresses him. One undamaged ear twitches anxiously. The next Pokemon fails to materialise at all, refusing to leave their ball.
This was a mistake. Martin should have known better, known him enough to see that he would be no good at this, his skills in offering comfort atrophied. He can barely take care of himself, these days. Never mind additional charges who are scared, who need reassurance that is rendered rusty in his throat.
He reaches out to cradle the last ball in his cupped palms. He knows who is inside. The youngest of Martin’s acquisitions, and as far as Jon was aware, full-on adverse to getting inside a Pokeball. Their favoured mode of travel was Martin, using him as a climbing frame while he attempted to work, kicking their little feet against his forehead, clinging giggly to his mop of hair to get a better view, squealing shrill and disruptive and delighted when Martin would playfully shake his head to rock them. He thinks with the uncertainty that memory offers him, that Sasha had loved them, lifted them and pretending to throw them while they chattered and babbled, snuck them berries when Martin wasn’t looking. Jon has paid ear to more than one lecture from Martin on nutrition and proper feeding times and sugar levels. They might have played with Sasha’s own Pokemon, like they had tottered after Houndour’s short and wagging tail when she was out of her ball, like they had ran after Skitty to join in games, but that memory has been scratched from recollection like initials scored out of tree bark.
They were by nature vocal, rambunctious, unthinking and unheedful of danger, a child really, and Martin had been forever apologising when Jon would find them where they weren’t meant to be, carrying them back cautiously and carefully to Martin’s fretful hands. He thinks Martin had thought that they had irritated him. It hadn’t been that. They had been so small, smaller than they should have been for their species, the runt of some litter abandoned or lost by their parent or cracked and emerging blinking from their egg over-early. They had been so curious, and the world of the archives had grown increasingly unsafe around them. Jon had worried, in his own poorly expressed way.
He presses the button, and aims at the ground. Martin’s Togepi manifests in a fizz of red light and sound crackling like champagne.
They turn around with a confused noise.
Jon gets the chance to voice an awkward, low-pitched ‘hello’ before they take one look at him and their face clenches upset, breath starting to bubble with sobs.
“Oh, oh, nonono, hey,” Jon says, scooping them up into his hands. Abra is dislodged, wakes up startled and teleports a few feet away with a ‘pop’ of displaced air. “It’s… nonono, shush, it’s alright.”
Big messy tears fall out of screwed up eyes. Hitching sobs lengthen into wails. Jon looks frantically at Gardevoir as he rocks and shushes the bawling Pokemon against his chest in a way Martin was so much better at.
Martin would know what to do, what to say. How all this could work out for the best. But Martin isn’t here.
Jon’s own eyes dampen.
“Shshshsh,” he croaks thickly. “It’s – it’s going to be alright. I’ve got you.”
He uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the worst of the tears. He strokes the top of Togepi’s head.
“It’s going to be alright,” Jon repeats.
Many hours later, Jon wakes up, cotton-mouthed and his back vengeful for the position he’s slept in. His legs, still crossed, have degraded to numbness that he’ll pay for as soon as he wants to stand. In his lap, he sees the matryoshka doll set up that’s occurred, Togepi exhaling with little whistling breaths into Abra’s chest, Abra’s face planted against Jon’s shirt. Skitty has emerged from his defensive fort under the cot to coil into a ball of heat, curled up in the crook of Abra’s overhanging tail. Gardevoir is half-awake in that dozing but alert way she has, and she must have turned off the light in the room because it’s dark except for the emergency glow from the fire-exit sign that casts the walls and floor in an unsettling green. Jon sees the husk of an opened Pokeball, the shadow of something small and yellow crouched on Gardevoir’s shoulder, and something inside him eases, just a little bit.
Oddish is looking up at him from the floor. Jon moves the only hand he has that’s not squashed under Abra, and when he sets it down they alight with an unsteady gait and he transfers them to the higher terrain of his knee. He rubs a careful finger along their leaves until they sit, their head nodding as they struggle to stave off sleep, although they still glance around with uncertain eyes.
The room has dropped colder. Oddish shivers along with Jon.
“I know,” Jon says. “I miss him too.”
#tma#the magnus archives#fic#jonmartin#pokemon#pokemon/tma crossover#no spoilers#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#things I have been unable to stop thinking about#jon and his ralts#martin and togepi and his expanding collection of wayward charges
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Chapter 2: A lot of questions
“Uhhhh hi? Nice dagger you got there” Mikey stared fiercely at the turtle ready to kill if necessary.
The turtle in front of him had a blue mask and two similar red crescent moons on his eyes, he had yellow stripes, a blue slash which seemed to carry a katana, and pouches. He seemed nervous holding up his arms and attempted to smile and seem relaxed. Of course Mikey was easily able to see through it as his eyes burned into the other turtle.
“Who are you? Why do you look like me? What are you doing here? Where is your leader? How long have you been a turtle?” Mikey shot off like rapid fire question after question. He was curious, confused, and extremely annoyed. Especially at himself and the stupid mistake he made.
“ So um hi there, My name is Leo and the two turtles behind me are my brothers Donnie and raph” The now named turtles Donnie and raph looked tense and reaching for their weapons but also nervous and conflicted. “Raph is our ever fierce and loving leader, been a turtle since the day I was born and fabulous, andwethinkyoumightbeourlonglostdeadbrotherbecauseyoulooklikeamutantturtle” Leo rushed out quickly.
Mikey looked at him with a puzzling and disbelieving look, still holding the kunai to his neck. “Drop all of your weapons unless you want your brother to be killed” Mikey instructed as he himself took Leo’s sword and threw it behind him as well as checked the - was that gummy’s in his pouch? Why is there? Never mind Mikey thought as he searched the rest of the pockets. He found more snacks, some kunai, and some shuriken and threw the weapons behind him. The brothers behind Leo looked tense and angry waiting for more instructions and Leo still looked nervous.
“ I’m going to put away my kunai and you are going to walk back slowly towards your brothers, your gonna stand in front of me and explain what the hell you said”. Leo looked nervous as his brothers nodded behind him. As promised Mikey slowly lifted away the kunai from Leo’s neck but still held it in his hand if it’s needed. Leo backed up quickly towards his brothers as the purple one put his hand on his shoulder and the red stepped a little forward in front of him.
“As my fellow brother here expressed we believe your our long lost brother who died in the fire our father saved us from we’ve been looking for you ever since blah blah blah rejoice! We found you” Donatello (?) Responded voice dripping with sarcasm -maybe?sorta? Mikey honestly couldn’t tell.
“ Yaaaaaa no, I was raised by my da- my master Baron Draxum who mutated me and saved my life from an evil rat master who is his sworn enemy and destroyed my other 3 mutant turtle brothers”. Mikey replied with disbelief as his stance was very tense and very awa- “wait... where’d the human go? Bring them out in 3 seconds or there will-
As if on time the human who had seemingly disappeared reappeared from the largest turtle raph holding a baseball bat and phone which they then gently put on the ground looking sheepish while doing so.
“ I should kill you for that pathetic attempt at a surprise attack but it wouldn’t be very nice to kill strangers who claimed to be my dead brothers and I need answers to my questions which only you can give” Mikey said cunningly and face expressing mischief. “ Starting off as to why are you working with a disgusting human? Are they mind controlling you? Or have black mail”. Mikey wouldn’t be surprised if the human was, he’d dealt within many situations described as such in his line of work.
“EXCUSE ME?!?! Who are you calling a disgusting human? Mr. green emo ninja turtle! Your even worst than donn- HEY! I’ll have you know I am not an emo turtle I’m a bad boy tech savvy genius” the brother interrupted continuing to ramble and argue with the human. Mikey could quickly feel a headache coming on and became more frustrated at still not having received answers.
“ENOUGH! Idk who you are! Why your claiming to be my dead brothers! Or why you here! So answer me quickly and efficiently or so help me I’ll will kill all of you and leave no trace of your body’s! Understand?!” Mikey could be truly as short tempered as his father if provoked enough. And he was certainly provoked.
“ Look um... what’s your name?” The red turtle questioned. He had a red mask that covered the top part of his face, bandages that covered most of his hands, and some torn red fabric similar to his mask was being used as a belt and on his elbows. He also had sais that were thrown in front of him.
“ My name is 42- Mikey, my name is Mikey. but that’s not important! If you really are my brothers how did you survive the fire or escape the rat?!” Mikey yelled at them.
“Well we didn’t escape the rat because the rat is our dad! He- We been looking for you ever since we started patrolling to save you from the evil alchemist! Our dear papa saved us from him but wasn’t able to save you so we’ve been trying to bring you back home ever since! I’m sure we can be reasonable and have you come back to the lair so he ca-“. The purple turtle said desperately and with frustration but was interrupted by Mikey holding a kunai to his throat and donnies hand still outstretched toward his arm. As Mikey looked him over he found he had a purple bandanna covering the top of his face, goggles with blue and red lenses, some elbow pads, gloves, socks (?), and what looked like a purple battle shell on his back. His arm device and bo staff (?) was behind him some feet in front of his brothers. His brothers wore the same expression like they did with Leo when he was in this position. Angry and concerned.
“Stop! I don’t care what you say but even if you are my brothers you were raised by the rat! He took you away from me, from my dad, he burnt down dads lab and forced us to rebuild! My da-.” Mikeys was interrupted by Donnie lowering his arm and punching him in the stomach. He stumbled back for a second but quickly regained his balance and took a fighting stance as the brothers did the same.
“ Look Mikey we don’t wanna hurt you! We just want you to come home! Whatever Baron told you was a lie, he kidnapped our dad to use his dna to create super soldiers to destroy humans! He wanted to use us, he’s using you! Come with us to the lair and see our dad he’ll tell you everything!” Raph exclaimed as his brothers nodded with hi. As well as the human.
“ Humans aren’t all that bad! I mean these guys are friends with me and we have fun all the time! We eat pizza together and play at the arcade and do plenty of fun stuff! Right guys?” The brothers agreed with her. His brothers. The same ones who were taken away from him by the evil rat! His fathers sworn enemy! That’s what his dad said and dad always tells the truth!... right? He does right? No he does! He wouldn’t lie to me, he wouldn’t! It must be the human? Ya the human! Ive dealt with humans who somehow got their hands on mystic things to control yokai plenty of times that must be what’s happening! Mikey was angered by his conclusion and zoned in on the human burning his eyes into hers.
“YOU, YOUR CONTROLLING THEM ARENT YOU?!?! LET MY BROTHERS GO!!!” Mikey roared at the vile human in front of him as they had the fuckin decency to play innocent, this is what his dad taught him! Humans are cruel, every single one just like the foot clan! Mikey begun barreling towards the human and threw a kunai aimed to kill.
CLANG
The kunai fell to the ground as it was blocked by Leo’s katana. He wore a furious expression as his eyes seemed to burn bright with fury. All the brothers had reclaimed their weapons and were now standing in front of the human and were prepared for mikeys attack. Mikey took out his tento and begun to fight leo.
“APRIL YOU MIGHT WANNA GET AWAY FROM OUR APPARENTLY REALLY MURDERY BROTHERRRRR!!” Leo exclaims as Mikey lassos him behind him with his kusari fundo. Then raph dives towards Mikey trying to catch him but Mikey jumps out of the way and unfortunately towards Donnie. Donnie than tries throwing a device onto him but Mikey dodged as the device explodes into a protective shield which entraps raph.
“Sorry raph!, Mikey please we don’t wanna fight you! We just want to get both sides of the story, you said your dad raised you right? That he saved you? Well our dad saved us! Did your dad ever explain what happened? Why Lou Jitsu attacked him?!”. Donnie questioned as he blocked an attack from Mikey with his bo staff.
“I don’t wanna hurt you either! But that human is controlling you with mystic magic to do her bidding! SO JUST MOVE OUT OF THE WAY SO I CAN GET TO HER!” Mikey screamed as he lunged again towards the human. Again Donnie got in his way and tried a second time to throw a capsule onto him but Mikey dodged again and soon it was a repeated process as Mikey zig zagged towards Donnie and April coming closer and closer with each failed attempt. Mikey then jumped upwards and threw shuriken at the human but Donnie got in the way again and-
SLASH!
Donnie grit his teeth and held back a scream as the shuriken pierced his shoulder. Mikey landed down and showed remorse only for a second before returning to his cold and steely gaze.
“Why are you controlling my brothers? Now he’s hurt because of you!” Mikey exclaimed with fury.
“IM NOT CONTROLLING ANYONE!!! Donnie are you ok?!” April questioned. “I’m fine tis but a scratch. HEY! Jokes are my thing!” Donnie replied as Leo interrupted. He had recovered although his arm was hanging limply as Leo held it tight. A gash was on his head spilling blood as well.
“Mikey! Please just come with us and pops can explain everything! None of us are being controlled all we want is for you to come home!” Leo yelled at him his voice showing pure honesty and desperation.
Mikey was confused and he was scared. He was angry. Extremely angry but Leo- Leo was calm and sounded honest. He didn’t know what to do.
“I-I want to believe th- AHHHHHHHHH!!!” Mikey screamed in pain and fell to his knees holding his head. Face contorted in overwhelming pain.
“MIKEY!!!” All of them yelled, concerned for their baby brother.
Suddenly a blue portal opened up beneath Mikey and he fell through and then it closed just as quickly.Mikey is gone. Gone again just after they found him.Pure silence enveloped all of them. All with their own thoughts and questions.
“What the hell just happened?” Asked April putting out all of their collective thought.
#april o'neil#foot clan#rise of the tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt angst#tmnt leo#tmnt mikey#tmnt raph#casey jones#tmnt mona lisa#baron draxum#fight#rottmnt#beginner writer
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please tell me about the emotional damage frog
So, on Friday nights and Saturdays I (usually) do an extracurricular thing with my school. I’m on the assistant directing team, but I have a tendency to help out the costume department because I can hand sew. They got to meet the emotional support frog recently, and someone came up with the bright idea of using the main fabric we were working with to make another frog. Given the grief that fabric has provided, it was decided that this would be the opposite of emotional support. So, the emotional damage frog concept was born. The fabric is really something, we refer to it as “arcade floor” which. Should give you an idea. It’s got little black, blue, grey, and red squares in kind of a grid on a black background, and a texture that isn’t quite like carpet but somewhat resembles it. The frog’s belly is black felt, and the eyes are red buttons.
(Fun fact about the emotional support frog: he has a gay lover, a frog plush named axolotl who belongs to one of the other ADs. I suppose that would mean the emotional damage frog has to be essentially equivalent to “Live Slug Reaction”?)
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 : npc’s of the jolly roger crew .
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : Chris De'Sean as Galen, the oldest son of Damien Salt. Galen’s father has been a member of the Jolly Roger crew for decades and was among those pirates imprisoned on the Isle of the Lost when James Hook was resurrected. Damien Salt enjoyed his life as a roaming pirate. His love for the sea and his love of brawling is something that he passed down to his children and Galen spent the majority of his childhood and adolescence boxing for script. Beside his childhood best friend, Aleena, Galen would discover his fondness for music, and would go as far as to duet with Aleena when she performed at Club Crossover.
Harry and Galen grew up together aboard the Jolly Roger and were on reasonably good terms until Harry left the ship and joined Uma’s pirate crew. Galen was among those Harry attempted to recruit, but he reluctantly turned down the offer as he didn’t want to leave his father or siblings. Harry and Galen would cross paths often during the pirate boxing matches and when Uma disappeared, Galen began working casually with Harry as an informant and occasional man for hire.
When Harry took control of the Jolly Roger some years later, Damien Salt is among those of the original crew that Harry spares and brings back to the Isle. Galen is among the first to join Harry’s new crew, and becomes Harry’s First Mate.
𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 : Aurora Burghart as Liara, daughter of Red Jessica. Red Jessica was affected by cursed treasure prior to her imprisonment on the Isle of the Lost and this curse influenced her pregnancy with Liara. Upon the barrier’s fall, Liara soon discovered her ability to “leech” magic, absorbing it and containing it within herself or channeling it into power of her own. Liara has a tense relationship with her mother, as her mothers optimism became increasingly overwhelming on the Isle, to the point where Liara was often convinced that she suffered from delusions, creating a fabricated reality in order to survive the horrors of the Isle.
Liara left her mothers household when she was sixteen and fell in with Harry Hook shortly after Uma disappeared from the Isle. While Harry was temporary Captain of the Lost Revenge crew, Liara worked closely with Harry and the crew as a spy, informant, and thief. She hoped to secure herself a place on the Lost Revenge crew but when the barrier fell, she was forced to enrol into the Isle’s Witch School in order to master and train her unique abilities. She continued to work with Harry and the Lost Revenge crew, but could not commit full time.
When Harry returned to the Isle sailing the Jolly Roger, Liara had graduated from her classes at Witch School and signed onto the new crew's roster as the ship's Quartermaster.
𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 : Jojo Macari as Stick, son of Pip the Pirate Genie. Despite Pip's good nature, under the oppressive laws of King Adam, his powers as a genie were under constant scrutiny. Having already been labeled as something of a troublemaker due to being a Pirate, the moment Pip used his powers to travel between Neverland and Auradon without the appropriate paperwork, he was condemned to life on the Isle of the Lost.
Imprisoned again, but this time without his powers and abilities, Pip was forced to find new ways to survive the island. Here he met, befriended, and fell in love with a young woman and together they had their son Stick. However, inevitably Captain Hook discovered Pip and his lover, as well as his son, and lashed out. Stick's mother disappeared, Pip was grievously wounded and Stick was held captive. During his imprisonment aboard the Jolly Roger, Stick met Harry. Harry would help Stick escape from the Jolly Roger for no other reason than to thwart his fathers plans of using Stick to lure Pip into an ambush.
Harry didn't meet Stick again until after the Cotillion Riots when Stick appeared at the Lost Revenge demanding to be made a pirate. Harry denied him, telling him he knew nothing about being a pirate, and for two years, Stick worked to change that. After the barrier falls, Stick finds himself attuned only slightly to his fathers nature as a genie. He can often sense or “hear” the wishes of those around him if he focuses hard enough, and uses that to manipulate people.
When Harry returned to the Isle sailing the Jolly Roger, Stick was among the first to join his new crew and Harry made him the leader of his Vanguard.
𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 : Ryan Destiny, as Aleena, daughter of Bones. Bones raised Aleena as a single parent after her mother Donna, a siren imprisoned on the Isle for murder, was killed soon after Aleena was born. According to her father, Bones and Donna loved each other and had a good relationship until her demise. Bones was a member of a pirate band and was best friends with Galen's father, Damien Salt. Bones would write and compose various songs about her mother, using music to tell Aleena about her mothers life and keep the memory of her alive. Aleena took after her father and is an exceptionally skilled musician. She performed often with her fathers band, until she began composing and writing her own songs.
Like Galen, she grew up with Hook siblings and considered herself an ally. She worked at Club Crossover as a Hostess and performer, and would feed information to Harry for the Lost Revenge, both when he was First Mate, and when he became temporary Captain. After the barrier fell, Aleena discovered her siren abilities, learning how to hypnotise people with her voice which she uses in brawls and fights in order to lower the morale of her enemies and boost the morale of her allies.
While Aleena loves the life of a musician, she believes that she needs to seek out adventure and excitement in order to broaden her musical skill and when Harry returns to the Isle sailing the Jolly Roger, Aleena snatches her chance to become a pirate and is made a Gunner.
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑 : Ian Alexander as Asher, son of Bill Jukes. While Asher’s father was a member of the Jolly Roger crew, Asher was raised by his mother, Ava who worked at the Siren’s Song. He experienced various struggles with self-identity and sexuality growing up on the Isle and was a victim of bullying for the majority of his childhood and early adolescence until he attended Champion Night. A yearly event hosted by Captain Hook where a member of every pirate crew participated in a bare-knuckle boxing match for a prize. Asher watched Harry fight and win Champion Night and it was this moment that compelled Asher to seek to become a pirate himself.
Due to his much smaller frame, Asher struggled with feats of strength and brute force so turned his sights to becoming a sharpshooter. Asher trained with crossbows, hunting bows, and small arms such as pistols before eventually getting his hands on a rifle. Asher trained tirelessly to master his skill with long ranged weapons, and only approached Harry after the barrier was finally removed from the Isle as he worried that Harry would leave the island and he wouldn’t be able to follow.
Harry was initially reluctant to consider Asher much of anything as Asher had never been aboard a ship and knew nothing about sailing, however Asher proved himself to be a skilled fighter, and after several weeks of Asher dogging Harry’s every move, Harry finally relented and began teaching Asher the basics of life aboard a sailing ship.
When Harry returned to the Isle sailing the Jolly Roger, Asher leaped at the chance to join his crew.
𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍 : Luciane Buchanan as Morven Keara Le Beak, daughter of Beatrice Le Beak. Morven lived with her mother for the majority of her life, learning how to be a blackhand, a sneak-thief, and a pick-pocket. She helped her mother lie, cheat, and steal from the other prisoners of the Isle until she was recruited by the thief’s guild known as the Knaves. Morven craved the chance to step out from under her mother’s ironclad rule and she took her opportunity with the Knaves to do it. Her knowledge of the North-Eastern part of the Isle made it her territory to pick and pillage from.
Not long after the Cotillion Riots, Morven was captured by a group of rogue Bogs Boys. She was held prisoner for days, trapped and used for cruel entertainments until their hideout was assaulted by Harry Hook and the Lost Revenge crew. Harry pulled her from the cage locked hole that the Bogs Boys had thrown her into and secured Morven’s services ever since.
Morven has worked as a thief and a spy for Harry for several years. She spent time with Noelani, the Lost Revenge’s surgeon, and interned briefly at Dr. Facilier’s arcade but when Harry returned to the Isle sailing the Jolly Roger, Morven could not have signed on faster, becoming the crew's Surgeon.
#♤ ― where the sharks have his body ; the devil has his soul. 「 headcanon. 」#♤ ― the seas be ours & by the powers where we will we’ll roam. 「 npc. 」#lets try that again#this post got very long#proceed at your own risk#and if you're mobile...well...sorry dude
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