#i love talking about this family tree it astounds me

[sammypog]

okay. in the 2+ years i have been in the dream smp fandom, i have never been able to get over the absolute mess that is c!wilbur’s family. i need to write it down. so it all starts with philza minecraft, who is a bird hybrid and also immortal. he marries a samsung smart refrigerator who is also the goddess of death. they are happy. phil gives birth to wilbur soot, whom we can assume is a bird/human/fridge hybrid. wilbur soot grows up and marries a salmon named sally. he then gives birth to fundy. later, wilbur and sally get divorced. fundy is a trans man and either a furry or an actual fox. later, he adopts a pet arctic fox named yogurt. at some point, tubbo underscore joins the family (either adopted or birthed by philza minecraft). he is best friends with tommyinnit, who is possibly a raccoon hybrid. tubbo underscore marries an enderman hybrid named ranboo beloved, and they adopt a zombie piglin child named michael underscore beloved. meanwhile, wilbur soot has been killed by his own father after blowing up his own country. he has gone to a train station in limbo, and his ghost haunts the real world. the ghost has amnesia and is allergic to water. eventually, dream (who married fundy and had an unknown child with him at some point) resurrects wilbur, who then starts an intense love-hate relationship with another bird hybrid named quackity.

cc!wilbur has confirmed that c!wilbur’s mother was an actual refrigerator, and his wife was an actual salmon, dismissing theories that they are shapeshifters. i don’t know how this much chaos can fit into a single family i am still glipknorped by it to this day

edit: also according to recent lore, c!wilbur was born and raised in utah?? and worked at a gas station?? where did this come from i want to study cc!wilbur’s brain under a microscope

#wilbur soot #philza #philza minecraft #samsung refrigerator #fundy #sally the salmon #yogurt the fox #dream smp #dream #tommyinnit #tubbo underscore #tubbo #ranboo #ghostbur #quackity #i love talking about this family tree it astounds me #dream smp spoilers #spoilers

[writtenfangirl]

The Light: Epilogue

I wanted to see if it was possible for me to write the sweetest, most tooth-rotting fic I could ever write and I did.

Also, can I just say, I genuinely love reading people’s comments and reblogs on my fics. I write my fics as a hobby and it honestly astounds me that there are people out there who enjoy reading the things I write. It’s a privilege, seriously.

Part 1

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a large fortune, must be in want of a wife. However—“

“That is how you truly know this novel is fiction,” Benedict remarked, interrupting Y/N as she read from the book. She was laying on his lap, her back against the grass as the tree they leaned against shielded her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. It was a beautiful day in the countryside, the breeze cool despite the heat of summer. Aubrey Hall sat below them, a towering figure despite their place on the crest of a hill. She could almost see the other Bridgertons out in the lawn, lazing about and spending the day together. Benedict had strictly forbade them from approaching them today and though she loved the other Bridgertons, the quiet was a welcome respite.

They’d taken a day together, just the two of them, after Y/N’s mother had written to her about her father’s current temperament. He still refuses to acknowledge Y/N’s existence after she refused to marry the Duke of Albany and chose to marry Benedict instead and Y/N’s father had told her mother that any child borne of their marriage will not be his grandchild. The letter had brought Y/N great pain and Benedict, in an effort to make Y/N feel better, had prepared a picnic for them and a whole day without responsibilities or talks of grandchildren and babies.

Because children was something at the forefront of every person’s mind when they came upon a childless wedded couple and Y/N’s and Benedict’s lack of a child had begun to worry Violet, especially as they had been married for a year. Despite repeatedly telling Violet not to worry too much about it as they were both very young and wanted to spend the early days of their marriage child-free, she did worry.

Y/N loved the Bridgertons like they were her own family but she missed the time she spent alone with her husband. Hence, Benedict’s idea of a picnic, just the two of them.

“And why is that?” She asked as she brought the book down and quirked a brow.

“I have met a great many men who have large fortunes, most of whom do not wish to marry.”

“What an astute observation, my love.“

“Do you mean to treat me with sarcasm, Mrs. Bridgerton?” Benedict’s brow was raised high but there was no denying the amused grin pulling at his lips.

“I treat you only with the best of my affections.” But her teasing smirk betrayed her true intentions. “Now, am I allowed to continue my reading or do you intend to interrupt me once again?”

Benedict leaned his head back, before tapping a finger against his chin. “Hmm. As much as I enjoy the sound of your voice, I do believe there are other activities better suited to it than reading. Although, if I were to interrupt you again, what, perhaps, would be the consequences of such an action?”

“Separate bedrooms.” Y/N’s grin could only be called devilish. She knew how much Benedict detested sleeping in separate rooms. They tried it the first two nights of their marriage before he declared that such an action was more akin to torture than rest. Ever since then, they occupied a single bedroom and it will remain that way until one of them perishes.

“What a grave consequence to such a small infraction. Very well then, my love. Continue your reading. I’d hate to have to learn to tolerate separate bedrooms.” Benedict’s face scrunched up in distaste.

“If we manage to read through the first three chapters, I will sit for you for an hour.”

Benedict’s face lightened, an almost giddy expression on his face. “Really?”

Y/N nodded, a smile gracing her lips. He’d been begging her for the past three days to once again sit for a painting as he thought the backdrop of Aubrey Hall would be beautiful, and though Y/N loved Benedict, sitting for a painting was always painful for her back. It took almost all of her concentration to sit still for the hours necessary to complete the painting and by the end of it, Y/N needed a very long and warm bath.

“Why you always choose me to be your subject is beyond me,” she said with a sniffle, “especially since my face now stands in the National Art Museum because of you. Is one painting of me not enough?”

“You have a very beautiful face. It should be shared with all of England.”

“You know how I hate myself in paintings.”

“How unfortunate for you to have married an artist enraptured by your looks.” This time, it was Benedict who’d let sarcasm run his tone, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“I adore art and so a painter for a husband was the natural choice. I simply do not like myself in paintings. I love your landscapes and your portraits of others but not of me.”

Benedict frowned, a serious tone creeping on his voice. “You, my love, are a thing of beauty. The paintings I make of you will always be my favorite. When I one day perish, it is my fervent hope that my paintings of you will be the ones that live on. That it is my paintings of you that the art students of tomorrow will study, that they may learn how passion and love can heighten the beauty of one’s art. Anyone can paint a sunset or draw a landscape but no one else can paint my wife but me.”

She will never ever be used to Benedict’s sudden declarations of love. She had married an artist, that much was true but sometimes, she imagined Benedict could be a poet with the way he articulated orated his love for her.

“You are incorrigible, Benedict Bridgerton.” But her words couldn’t hide the rising blush of her cheeks nor could it hide the bashful smile creeping at her lips.

“For you, my love? Always.” Benedict said with that crooked grin before bending down and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now make haste and finish your chapters before the sun disappears on us. When I paint you, I want it captured by the light. Such beauty should never be kept in the dark.”

She didn’t pretend to act irate anymore. Instead she kept reading until she ended at chapter three. And when she was done, the sun was still high in the sky yet her husband’s face had turned contemplative.

“I have finished. Shell we go inside that you may now paint?”

But Benedict only frowned, his dark brows meeting together at the center of his face, his bottom lip pushed into a pout.

“Whatever is the matter, my love? The sun is still high in the sky and you still have time to paint. And as I don’t expect you to finish your painting all too soon, you can expect me to sit for you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that one as well until your painting is complete.”

He smiled at her, the little grin she loved so much. “Sorry, my love, my mind wandered but not towards the painting.”

Now it was her turn to frown. “Speak of what ails you, Mr. Bridgerton, that I may find its remedy.”

“I was only thinking—“

“Oh, did it hurt terribly? There, there, my love. Let me kiss your head to make it better,” Y/N teased as she reached for Benedict’s forehead in an attempt to soothe it. If there was one way to ease the mind of any Bridgerton, it was through humor.

Benedict rolled his eyes but he still had that smile on his face. “Stop it. I am being serious.” But he bowed nonetheless, pressing a kiss on his wife’s hands.

“Alright then, go on. What were you thinking of?”

“In all the years humans have existed, there have been hundreds upon thousands of ways we have told each other how much we love one another. Shakespeare measured his love with sonnets while Bach composed music and Da Vinci made art.”

Y/N frowned once again. “Where are you going with this?”

“I make my art as a form of telling you how much I love you but I realize now that, it is not enough.”

“Darling—“

“Art is not a good enough medium nor is poetry or music. There are not enough words or notes or paint in this world that could show, truly, how much I love you. I do not think I love any differently than Shakespeare or Bach or Da Vinci but I do think you make all the difference in the world. If they loved you too, they would have struggled just as much as I do.”

Y/N was at a loss for words. Her heart soared, giddiness spreading all across her body.

She and Benedict had only been married for a year. A full year of bliss and happiness. She’d heard it said by other ladies that marriages normally went stale after six months and she herself had seen how little regard her parents had for each other. In fact, her own mother refused to speak to her father when he refused to come to Y/N’s wedding with Benedict after Y/N refused to be wed to the Duke of Albany. And even now, after a year, he refused to speak to her.

She knew she was lucky. She married the man she loved, a man who loved her just as much as she loved him. It was a fate most women of the ton could only dream of yet to her, it was reality.

“Benedict, I don’t even know what to say,” Y/N said, her voice filled with the same amount of love as her husband’s declaration.

“Say nothing. I can read your eyes clearly enough,” Benedict said with a smile before he leaned down and planted another kiss, this time on her lips.

His lips were soft like butter and tasted like summer, like the sweetness of the cool breeze and the light of the sun. He tasted like home.

There were still many things wrong in Y/N’s world.

Her father had still disowned her and they hadn’t spoken since she last saw him that fateful day in the drawing room at Aubrey Hall. There was still the manner of Violet Bridgerton probing for a grandchild. But she knew one thing and that thing brought her peace like no other. Everything could go wrong in this world but so long as Benedict Bridgerton was at her side, then everything would be all right.

#bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton oneshot #benedict bridgerton fluff

[the-amber-raven]

Fic stats!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thank you to @made-ofmemories for giving me something fun to do after finally posting the first chapter of the mortifying ordeals anniversary fic!

I don't really know who to tag onwards - if you're a writer who enjoys getting tagged in these kinds of things please do drop me a line however you like and I will happily include you in future!

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Most hits: lol, didn't even need to check to know that this one would be the mortifying ordeal of being known (although, I once was lost is actually creeping up on it)

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 60,866

Brief description: the AU where miscommunication abounds as Eddie seeks advice about his new relationship, Bobby despairs over his adopted son's career prospects and his refusal to talk about it, and Evan Buckley-Nash juggles training at the fire academy, building a family with his new boyfriend, and trying to work out how to tell his overprotective dad that he's already chosen the life he wants, actually. [And then a tsunami happens]

2. Second most kudos: also not a surprise to me, it's words, how little they mean when they're a little too late (although, I continue to be astounded with just how loved this one is 💚)

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Gen (although written with Buddie-coloured glasses) | Word Count: 13,999 (yes, I do wish I'd added an extra word!)

Brief description: the one where Buck builds a family and his birth parents get exposed to pieces of it in the aftermath of 6x10: In a Flash.

3. Third most comments: oh captain my captain - this one did surprise me!

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Gen | Word Count: 15,579

Brief description: A prequel to the mortifying ordeal - the 118 gets a new Captain, and their journey to get to know who Bobby Nash is helped greatly when they are called out to rescue one Evan Buckley-Nash from a tree.

4. Fourth most bookmarks: I once was lost (but now I'm found) - I am using the stats page for this, I have a suspicion it might be different if I was only using the public bookmarks but nvm!

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 169,631

Brief description: the full length prequel and sequel to the mortifying ordeal, it's Evan Buckley-Nash Begins, complete with flashbacks and terrible Buckley parents.

5. Fifth most words: piece by piece, you filled the holes that were burned in me

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Gen, although once again written with a Buddie lens | Word Count: 21,520

Brief description: A 5+1 fic showing the progression of Buck and Bobby's relationship through annual performance reviews.

Least amount of words: It's a throwback to my NCIS days with Replacement!

Fandom: NCIS | Pairing: Gen | Word Count: 931

Brief description: A short character study of Anthony DiNozzo, from the point of view of the agent he replaced. It's a tag to a Season 1 episode, and thinking about how many seasons there are now makes me feel so old 😅

#writing #tag games #911 #ncis #is that even a popular tag on tumblr?? #I was mostly out of that fandom by the time I joined here...

[spideygal]

2, 5 n 26 (Christmas) about Zeke as s/i :]

Using my Cloud Dad! >:D

2. What have you been up to with [Zeke] lately? Did anything fun happen in the last couple of days?

Well, I have been doing some Christmas ornaments for the upcoming holidays. Zeke was distraught to see that. He said "It has barely been a week since Halloween and you're putting up Christmas decorations now?!"

It was sort of fun to see him dramatically say that he is doomed by Christmas while pretending to be dead on the couch. That was until Rob "accidentally" threw a bucket full of water onto them.

Let's just say that there was more chaos than there needed to be. I had to get Stolas out of the house to not see one of them throwing a mirror at the other for crying out loud!

...

Zeke won the fight though, he wasn't the one who threw the mirror- *clears throat* I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything.

5. Be honest, what was your first impression of [Zeke] when you first met them?

Well, when I first met him, he was being annoyed by a young kid with a squeaky toy. I think Zeke was so annoyed that that was the reason why they threw that toy across the room. But after the kid had left, he seemed sad. Like he was trying to tell someone something, only they didn't know who would get the message.

It did not help whatsoever that the adoption centre lady said that Zeke was a piece of hard work and she would be a bit happier to not have him at the adoption centre. That's when I found out about his age and how his 18th birthday was coming up.

I was horrified to see how a kid that was barely an adult might get kicked out of the adoption centre, and they didn't even get a proper family. The adoption centre or orphanage lady said something about them that really stuck to me. I... don't want to talk about it, it brought back some old memories of mine, and they weren't... exactly good.

Sometimes I wonder... What if I hadn't went to the adoption centre that day?

...

Uh, that sounded way grimmer than I thought it would be- Next question, please!

26. How do you two celebrate [Christmas]?

Oh, Christmas! One of the best holidays for me in my dearest opinion!

Me and Zeke love making gingerbread houses and he seems to be really happy! Sometimes I wonder if in the adoption centre or orphanage he ever had a gingerbread house. He probably never learnt how to make a gingerbread house with the way his first gingerbread house was baked (it was still delicious though), but he must have had a gingerbread house to eat, right? Hopefully...

Zeke and I also prepare some gingerbread cookies that sort of look like us and his cookies look absolutely astounding! We also check up on Rob and Stolas to see if they're not doing anything that isn't okay (Stolas looking for one of the cats on the rooftop, Rob hacking the TV to broadcast a Rickroll at full volume, that sort of matter).

Don't tell the kids this, but I buy the presents and put them underneath the tree with a happy gift card! Rob tried to look for Santa Claus once. We found him in the chimney looking like that Autism creature I see on Tumblr sometimes.

Though, I do feel a bit concerned with the way Zeke eats his gingerbread cookies. He tends to eat one of them their head first. It would be fine if he did the same to all of the cookies and not just a cookie that looks like Rob.

Overall, with the cats being happy and so are the rest of the family, I feel so happy to be with all of them. Christmases are the best time for them. Despite their yellings and occasional arguments, at least they don't go exactly too extreme. When they were living for the first year together, everything was chaotic. It still is but it's more toned and they seem to be understanding their differences, and I'm so happy they're doing that. I am so proud of this family.

#a cloudy friendship #cloud dad #zeke the boi #rob the glitchy bitch #stolas the owl child #thanks for the ask! #ask #answered ask #specialshinytrinkets ^^ #might be ooc-

[hepbaestus]

Thoughts on The Adam Project (2022)

I'm bored so let's watch The Adam Project (2022).

All I know is that Walker Scobell is playing a young Ryan Reynolds (Walker's also going to be Percy Jackson which I'm really excited about)

Cool Earth shot bro

Set in 2050. Huh, only 17 years from now.

Oh he's bleeding and is a Captain

Oooooo wormhole looks cool

And so he stole the ship

Ahh young Adam gets bullied

Tryna shoot his shot

Poor Chuck

He's asthmatic, I was too

Oof Adam's a smol child

I love the sass of this kid

Such a nice house

Oh no his mum's nicely dressed up - going on a date

Walker really does remind me of Ryan, he's done a fantastic job

"Make good choices".

Of course he just has a vr headset

Ominous music and lighting. Nice

His dog is named Hawking??

The fact that he just has a giant woods behind his house astounds me

Oooo cool embers

How does this remember the way in that woods, I'd get lost so easily

Oooo dusty old shed, probably his father's??

"What are you doing in here?" "Mostly bleeding." God I love this film already.

I hate the squelch of blood.

Good doggie

I love the exasperated adult and curious unathletic child dynamic

Born 2010? God I feel old.

Poor Hawking

The wound farting at older Ryan's cough breaking the moment is so on point for a Ryan Reynolds film.

The CGI of this film is really cool

Just the use of the flashlight is cool, how it shows when he's lying and stuff.

WAS THAT ZOE SALDANA????

"Hey there kiddo." I hate that phrase.

The lighting in this film. Ugh I love it

That's a lot of letters

Ewww Cheerios, one of the worst cereals known to mankind.

WAIT A MINUTE

MARK RUFFALO IS HIS FATHER????

They're just casually talking about this in public, as you do

Good ol' adult threatening a child, also as you do normally, you know?

The area where this was filmed is beautiful.

The emphasis on "ever more" hurts

Meaningful conversation with mum and older Adam, weird

Oooooo ship over water?

Ahhh the people searching for old Adam.

The conflict is beginning

They still have the same mannerisms? That's cool.

His dad invented time travel? That's so cool

The dog knows that they're here.

That taser spin? Hot.

Cool not-lightsaber

Oh fuck.

Emotional manipulation?

Oh??

ZOE SALDANA??? YOOO

I feel bad for young Adam to explain this.

That's a fucking lightsaber

Young Adam's outfit reminds me of Steve Harrington's when he and Robin were getting their jobs at Family Video.

Into the woods where the trees could easily be set alight causing a forest fire? Of course

"Don't you just want to hold him underwater until the bubbles stop" what a line

Aww sad conversation where she has to stay in young Adam's timeline while Ryan!Adam has to go back to fix things

Ooooo weapons

Ooo explosives

College is a high point? Oof

Losing his scholarship? Oh no.

The emphasis on the "we're". Awwww

Is this where she dies? Oopie

Rip

I wish Mark Ruffalo was my lecturer, he seems so fun and simultaneously morbid at the same time

He's such a dad omg

The fact that they're arguing in public about this

Oof

"Stop being a scientist, be a father."

Omg this is he talking to her younger self

I love that he can't cook

Young Adam's nicknames for Ryan!Adam is brilliant

Gotta love the daddy issues laced into this film, it like me fr

This fight scene gives me Guardians of the Galaxy vibes

Hell yeah young Adam with the fake lightsaber

The way he held the saber, can't wait for that in the Percy Jackson show

Ah yes the sad parting talk with their father

Healing the daddy issues by playing catch

That's such a sad shot, the glove on the ground with the wind moving the leaves and his dad is not in focus behind it

Please tell me Ryan!Adam gets a good ending

No

Omg

They meet again at the academy!

Hell yeah good ending.

Overall score: 8/10

Recommendations welcome!

#the adam project (2022) #the adam project #film reviews #film #film recommendations #film review #films #film recommendation

[scoobydoo-ghoulschool]

Harringrove Week Day 2

June 25th: Hot Spot (Hawkins Country Club During the Annual Benefit) Fic + Mood Board

I've Got You On My Tongue (Rated Mature)

April in Hawkins was always a surprise. As winter finally began to break its hold, and warmer days began to drift in, the scenery took on astounding changes. The grass and the leaves on the trees would make their sudden reappearance in lively bright greens. Flowers would bloom and then wilt with unexpected frosts. And the rain. The rain could appear within seconds. 

But as of yet, despite numerous forecasts, alluding to big storms, this April had been bone dry. The new, not yet summer heat, was heavy and cloying. Unbroken. Even so, as the fields and forests of the countryside sped past, Steve tried his best to spot even a hint of it. Dark storm clouds or gentle winds. Some hint that the world was not stuck. Some proof that he could move forward.

“Are you paying attention?”

Steve peeled his head away from the window, turning his eyes to the front of the car. His Father was turned just slightly to look at him, face stern, even as the Cadillac sped down the road.

“Yeah, I’m listening,” he said, eyebrows raised and barely concealing the sigh in his voice. 

“Good, now like I was telling your mother earlier, the auction’ll be at 7, and I’ll need your help manning the tables,” his Dad said, finally looking back to the road.

“That’s not really a two person job. I don’t get why you wanted me to come tonight,” Steve said, his knees pressed up against the too close seat. He caught sight of his mother’s warning gaze in the rear view mirror, but he turned his eyes away quickly.

“You have to learn to talk to people. Obviously school’s getting you nowhere, it’s time you learned some practical business skills,” his Dad said, voice steely, and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Right,” he said, pulling at the knot in his tie, unsuccessfully trying to loosen it. 

“I don’t like that tone,” his Dad replied coolly and Steve watched his grip on the steering wheel tighten. He straightened himself in his seat, expression sobering.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to keep any inflection out of his voice. It seemed to do the trick, as he watched his Dad nod once from the front seat. 

“I want you mingling tonight. Howard Daily is coming, and he runs a very lucrative business out of Indy. It would be good if you could meet with him.”

“He owns a car dealership,” Steve said, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the midsection between seats. His Father glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“I don’t care about cars,” Steve said obviously, and his Dad scoffed.

“If you want to be able to pay a mortgage, you love cars son.”

Steve sat back, unwilling to come up with a reply to that. His mother reached out to touch his knee, but she didn’t look at him. 

The rest of the drive was quiet, and Steve let his head fall back to the window. He watched as his breath fogged the glass, and he wished that rain would come. At least then the auction would be ruined.

~~~

The makeshift pavilion outside the country club was nice… for Hawkins at least. The large open walled tent, covered about a dozen perfectly set tables. Already families were milling about, chatting blandly with one another.

The golf course behind the set up was a nice backdrop at least. All rolling green hills, and pretty water features. 

“And why aren’t they doing it inside this year?” Steve asked, wishing he could roll up the sleeves of his jacket as the warm evening air settled over him.

“We’re supposed to be raising funds for the Hawkins parks department,” his Mom answered, smiling briefly as they passed by one of her friends from the PTA. 

Steve thought they could raise the money just fine indoors too, but no one was asking him.

“Stand up straight, you look lazy slouched like that,” his Dad whispered harshly out of the corner of his mouth, which he covered nicely with a quick pat to Steve’s back before moving on ahead.

“It’s amazing he thought I was capable of coming out in public tonight,” Steve muttered as he watched his father move further into the busy crowd. His mother caught his eye, pitying but unsympathetic.

“Steve…”

“What?”

“It’s an important night for him,” she tried carefully, but Steve scoffed, unbelieving.

“Yeah, it's a real honor to be asked to run a silent auction,” he said scathingly. 

His mother’s patience seemed to wear thin then, as her lips pursed, and the wrinkle between her brow she tried so hard to hide appeared. 

“I think maybe you need to go cool off. Take a walk. Come back when you’re feeling more generous,” she said, face controlled but tone broaching no argument.

“Okay, you know what, yeah. I’ll get out of you and Dad’s hair. I’ll see you later,” he said, hotly, and before his Mother could slip in anything else he was off.

There weren’t many places to go to sulk in such an open space, so Steve made a beeline for the actual clubhouse. The veranda doors were already open for servers, and he quickly slipped inside. The (perfectly acceptable) indoor dining room was empty, and Steve walked through it quietly, hands deep in his pants pockets. 

Out of the dining room, he turned past the bar, and sidled his way through a long corridor. The wall paper was this awful yellow and green floral mess that reminded him too much of that Gilman chick's short story he’d recently read for class.

Already he was feeling stupid for his behavior. Any moment now he’d have to go back outside and act like he was better, just so his Mom could smile and get on with her night. Not like anything had been alright in their household since he’d gotten back his last rejection letter. 

You have parents talking about unconditional forgiveness until the fifth ‘We’re sorry to inform you’ showed up in the mailbox.

When he came upon a pair of swinging doors, he didn’t even think before pushing past them, too caught up in his own thoughts. He found himself in some sort of back kitchen, near a set of storage freezers.  He could hear the sound of actual work being done through another set of doors, and he made his way further from them, to a back corner.

There were a couple of empty crates tucked just outside of sight; and Seeing as his wandering had come to a finish, he chose the closest as a seat. He’d wait until someone came around who knew he wasn’t meant to be back here to tell him off and then he’d go back. He’d do the stupid silent auction, and try to make nice with a bunch old business men like his Dad wanted.

He reclined his head, leaning heavily against the wall. He tried to ignore the ache in his chest, letting himself breathe through it. Trying to center himself, or whatever, he let his eyes fall shut. 

He definitely didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, tucked away in the country club annex kitchen. 

When he awoke to the sound of the swinging doors being opened, he knew he’d fucked up. 

Two sets of feet rushed into the kitchen, and Steve held himself still on his crate, hoping beyond hope he really was out of sight. He’d just have to leave as soon as they were gone. 

God he hoped he hadn’t slept for too long-

“I thought regular dinner rushes were soul sucking. Jesus, those people are picky.” Steve looked straight ahead, blinking owlishly, before turning his head just enough to peek around the corner. Because he knew that voice.

Billy fucking Hargrove strode across kitchen, his arms piled high with a stack of dishes. Steve turned around quickly, ducking himself out of sight once more. Another voice, the other person Steve hadn’t caught sight of, answered.

“Hey, but Tony said once the dishes are placed outside he won’t need us, that means…” Steve couldn’t catch the end of the sentence as a clatter of the dishes being set down muffled his words. When the sink had been turned on, Billy responded, voice loud enough to be heard over the noise.

“You don’t need to convince me man, the less time I have to spend out there the better.”

“Cool. I’m telling you, this strain will fuck you up. I’m calling it the Burning Bush.”

Steve looked around the corner at that, his curiosity peaking. He watched as Billy let the dish in his hand land in the water with a splash turning to the other guy with a grimace.

“You’re the nerdiest fucking weed dealer I’ve ever met.”

It was as Steve watched them finish this exchange that Billy turned back to the sink leaving him in the direct eye line of the other guy. When they made eye contact Steve could practically feel the wave of embarrassment about to hit him. He tried in vain to hide again, but lost his balance as he whipped around this time, pitching himself forward instead. 

He landed hard on his face, hands barely taking any of the impact. He heard the sound of the sink turning off, and he raised his eyes from the floor just long enough to see two pairs of shoes walking up to him.

“Man, that looked like it hurt,” 

“What the fuck are you doing back here Harrington?” 

“I was just- admiring this fresh produce,” Steve said, picking himself up as casually as he could manage, patting another unopened crate beside him. Billy didn’t look impressed. He let out a small cough and stood up fully, dusting off his front awkwardly. 

When he still received no response, he tried a different tactic.

“So uh, you guys have weed?”

That got Billy’s reaction immediately. 

“Yeah, and it’s for working men, not trust fund babies,” he snapped, turning away from Steve to head back to the sink. 

“Hey, man it’s my weed if he wants to partake, I have no qualms,” his friend said amicably, looking between the two of them with a half smile.

“Eddie please, shut up,” Billy muttered, grabbing a sponge from the counter with a little too much force. 

“Listen, I can just go back out there and-“ Steve was motioning to the doors when Eddie cut in.

“Whoa, straight to black mail, that’s cool man,” Eddie said, half laughing, and he felt himself freeze up. He hadn’t meant to suggest he would go back out and tell someone.

“That’s not what I meant, I just thought if you had some to share…”

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Harrington. Pretty stone cold,” Billy said, still turned away from the both of them at the sink. At this point, Steve was in too deep. 

“I won’t do anything, I can’t be that annoying right?”

Billy gave him a look like that was entirely questionable. They stared back at one another for a tense long moment. Steve was sure any moment Billy was going to tell him to Fuck Off for real.

But then with a sigh, he turned back to the sink.

“We’ve still got some work to do, so why don’t you go wait out back by the dock,” Billy said stiffly, and Steve blinked back at him in surprise.

Billy did turn around to get his reaction, so Steve assumed this part of the intersection was done. He slowly began to walk backwards towards the doors, and watched as Eddie gave him a two fingered salute.

What the fuck had he just gotten himself into?

~~~

The sun was low in the sky when Steve made his way back out through the club's side doors. Sounds of cutlery and conversation filtered along to him from the back, but he paid it no mind as rushed onto the golf course. 

He’d been out golfing with his Dad enough times he knew exactly which dock Billy meant. Around the ninth hole, the course's largest water feature was equipped with its own dock and paddle boat. 

He sank down onto the deck, watching the last of the day's sun sparkle on the water. Out in the middle of the pond, was a small island, and he gazed out at the tall trees and foliage swaying in the gentle evening wind.

Okay. So, to recap, he’d started the night, pissed at his parents for being pissed at him, and now he was about to smoke weed with a guy who hated his guts. He assumed there was some correlation between the two, but he'd never been one for psychoanalysis.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed. He’d been keeping up appearances for so long. Not just with his parents, but at school, with his friends. With Billy. What did any of it matter anymore? He wasn’t doing the things he was supposed to be doing anyway. No college, meant no corporate job, meant no house, meant no wife-

Steve was ripped from his own spiraling thoughts when something hit the back of his head. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to scare the shit out of him. He went tipping forward, just barely catching himself from toppling into the water.

Once he’d righted himself he turned back with a glare to see Billy grinning down at him.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” he said walking past Steve to get to the boats morning rope. Steve rubbed at the back of his head as Eddie came to stand beside him.

“What, did you think I’d chicken out?” Steve asked, maybe posturing a little too much, because Billy just kept smiling at him as he undid the knot. 

“No, you just embarrassed yourself so badly back there I didn’t think you’d want to show your face again,” Billy said, finally dropping the undone rope, and pulling the boat in closer to the dock.

“I can tell this is gonna be fun,” Eddie said, stepping past Billy to get into the boat first. He took the back seat away from the pedals, lounging back as Steve and Billy watched him incredulously. He looked over at them when they both failed to make a move.

“What? It’s my weed, you guys do the work,” he said shrugging, and neither of them had a good argument to that. 

“Princesses first Harrington,” Billy said, voice sickly sweet as he held and arm out to the boat. Steve pushed past him hard, and carefully clambered in. 

Billy joined next, rocking the boat enough Steve got splashed, but he kept his expression neutral knowing from experience Billy just wanted a rise out of him.

They worked in tandem, pushing the boat across the lake, completely silent. Steve was sweating up a storm, throwing envious glances in the direction of Billy who was only dressed in a buttoned white shirt, with the sleeves already rolled up.

The journey was quick, though, and just as soon as they’d sat down, the boat was sliding safely to the island shore.

Steve put his foot down, and it immediately sunk into the muddy clay beach. He grimaced and took a longer step to get to higher ground. He watched as Billy took an artful leap from the boat, landing just a bit further than him, all without dirtying his shoes.

Eddie just stepped from the boat, his shoes sinking far enough in the muck that the hem of his pants became dirtied. He didn’t seem to notice.

A breeze blew across the beach and Steve caught a whiff of something awful.

“God, what is that smell?” he asked, putting a hand up to cover his mouth and nose.

“Fertilizer run off, it washes up here,” Billy said nonchalantly as he moved further up the beach.

“Which makes it the perfect place to smoke this,” Eddie said, grinning, as he pulled forth the joint from his shirt pocket.

“It covers the smell… that’s pretty smart,” Steve said, nose still pinched between his fingers.

“Aw, you hear that Billy? He thinks we’re not idiots,” Eddie called out, jogging to catch up.

“I hope to God that is not all you brought,” Billy said instead of answering, taking the joint from Eddie’s hands. 

“I’m not an amateur,” Eddie scoffed as they finally came to a break in the bushes and trees. Billy help up a branch, and silently offered the opening to both Eddie and Steve.

Just past the foliage was a makeshift campsite. A grey plastic tarp had been laid down first, and then a picnic blanket and some cheap looking throw pillows. At the edge was a blue cooler, already glistening with condensation.

“You’ve got drinks too?”

“Yeah, had my uncle buy them for me. We’ve got Coors for days,” Eddie said, pushing past Steve, to pop open the cooler lid. 

He grabbed three from the cooler, and tossed them over to Steve and Billy. Steve popped the top on the can, and took a long swig, as Eddie pulled forth a small baggie with several already rolled joints.

“Jesus you weren’t kidding,” Steve said, coughing a little at the sight. 

“Homegrown,” Eddie said with a grin, taking his seat on the tarp near the pile of pillows. When Steve takes a seat near him, he passes one of them over, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Billy takes a lighter from his own pocket, and flicks lighting his joint in once easy movement.

“Holy shit,” Billy said, after the first inhale, and Eddie grins up at him, smiling around the stream of smoke on his lips.

“The Burning Bush strikes again.”

It hits him hard, right at the back of his throat, and it takes all his will power not to cough the smoke up immediately. His eyes are watering within seconds, but he powers through.

He lounged back, head nestled on a scratchy pillow, and watched the leaves sway slowly above him. Two more inhales and Steve could feel something his chest untighten, maybe for the first time in months. 

The Burning Bush strikes again indeed.

Eddie went comatose almost as soon as he finished the last dregs of his joint, laid back on his pillows completely blissed out.

“Is he okay?” Steve asked, sometime later, not sure how long, laughing, and Billy shrugged, from across the tarp, a smile playing on his lips.

“He does this every time. Guy’s kind of light weight,” he said, voice softer than Steve had ever heard it. 

He suddenly feels, like, very hot, for some reason.

He took off his suit jacket as quickly as he could, stuffing it behind him on the pillow. As he was fumbling with it, he noticed a stain on the front of shirt. 

“Shit,” he muttered, running a finger over it carefully, seeing if that would do anything.

“What?” Billy asked, who was laying down now for some reason.

“I got mud on my shirt,” he answered, kind of whiny but that seemed to make Billy happy because he laughed.

“So? Just take it off,” he said, afterwards, wiping at his eyes.

“Huh? Oh… oh yeah,” Steve replied, realizing that this was a perfect solution to the problem. No shirt, meant no stain.

He removed the shirt, feeling the cool wind come up from off the water, and let out a sigh. He definitely wasn’t hot anymore at least.

When he glanced back over, Billy was looking at him. He kept looking at him. Steve smiled, cautiously. 

There was one key thing Steve forgot, one very important thing of his past experiences when getting high. As soon as he was even a little out of it, he would not shut up. Like physically couldn’t be shut up. 

It would have been good to remember before he found himself spilling his guts to the guy who’d decked him for failing to pass during a basketball game.

“Like, school. What’s the point for people like me. You’re either good at it, like Nancy fucking Wheeler or your not. Ya know. And I’m not. But… like I don’t know what I’m good at. Nothing, I’m good at nothing,” he said

“I don’t know, you’re not that useless,” Billy said, hand behind his head, as he listened.

“Yeah, but my parents think it. And then, they just… they won’t talk about it. It’s all this fucking, dancing around it, they talk about summer jobs, and making connections, but they won’t just tell me they think I’m a failure.”

There was a lengthy pause, one Steve almost interrupted again, when Billy finally answered. 

“Sounds rough.”

The sarcasm was not missed, as evident as it was, even a high Steve could hear it in Billy’s voice.

“What?” Steve asked incredulously, raising his head up to look over.

“You’re acting like Mommy and Daddy can’t just buy you in. It’s pathetic man,” Billy said with the a scoff.

That was enough to partially sober him, annoyance flicking through the haze of weed. He sat up onto his knees and glared over at Billy.

“I’m not some fucking snob okay.”

“Well get better at proving it pretty boy,” Billy snapped, leaning up on one elbow, but not even having the decency to look angry. He just looked bored.

It did a good job of pissing Steve off though.

“Man, what is your deal with me?”

“I don’t have a deal,” Billy said, sitting up now, his face going red.

“Yeah. You. Fucking. Do,” Steve snapped, getting closer to Billy with each word. He didn’t know what he was doing, what he planned on, but suddenly, he was there, hovering next to Billy, breathing heavily.

Billy looked up at him, lips pressed together in a firm line. Steve didn’t think he was going to answer. 

And then Billy’s hand gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in.

Their lips met more like a punch than a kiss. Teeth clacked, and the angle was all wrong. It was dirty and rough, and totally by surprise. Or maybe… maybe Steve had been expecting this.

But before any of this could register in Steve’s drug-addled mind, Billy was already pulling away, leaving a trail of spit between their lips.

“There’s the fucking deal, Harrington,” Billy breathed, not meeting Steve’s eyes, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

And then he was moving away, scooting back and that was just, it was wrong. 

Steve pulled him back in, quickly enough that Billy lost his balance just a bit. They landed fully on top of one another, chest to chest. 

Steve looked down at Billy, their lips just barely touching, and still he waited, until they had locked eyes. When Billy gave a slight nod, Steve kissed him again. 

The brush of facial hair was new for Steve, and it made his upper lip itch pleasantly. He tilted his head to the side, moving his hand up to grab onto Billy’s curls. He hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted to do that. 

Billy’s hands wander up his naked torso, finally stopping to rub soft circles around his nipples, that make Steve gasp into the kiss. 

Steve could feel a tightening just below his navel, heat and pleasure mingling as he ground down on Billy’s thigh. His dress pants were already straining, uncomfortably so, and the moan that escaped his lips as his dick caught on the rough fabric of his underwear was embarrassing to say the least.

Steve was expecting to see humor in Billy’s eyes when he pulled away momentarily, but all he caught in his eyes was hunger. Something needy, and urgent. Steve gasped, feeling himself just on the edge, and he moved in to catch Billy’s mouth once more.

This time Billy’s lips were parted and Steve took the chance to slide his tongue across his lips. He slid his tongue into his mouth, trailing it over the roof of his mouth, tasting the moan it elicited.

When Billy’s wandering hand reached for the zipper of his pants, Steve couldn’t help him fast enough. 

As soon as the zipper had come down, Steve’s cock was an undeniable line in his briefs, and when Billy glanced down between them, his mouth opened in a slight moan. Steve leaned forward to press a kiss to that, before he reached down to undo Billy’s own pants.

Billy took them both in hand, and the feel of them both was overwhelming, every nerve ending in Steve’s body felt slight in some way. Billy set out a steady pace between them, and Steve shifted his hips up for easier access.

He nestled his head in the joint between Billy’s shoulder and neck, pressing wet kisses there randomly. Billy’s pace began to increase, and Steve’s grip on his hair tightened. 

Steve spilled over Billy’s hand, the force of the orgasm causing him to bite down on Billy’s shoulder.

It was only moments later when Billy followed. 

Steve was generous enough to slide off, even though all he wanted to do was lay limp on top of Billy. Their shoulders stayed pressed together though, flushed and sweaty.

After a moment, Steve carefully put his softens cock back into his pants, wincing slightly at the mess on his stomach. 

“You need any help with that?” Billy asked suddenly, still a little breathless, and Steve looked over at him confused.

When Billy rose up and then lowered his head Steve got the picture. He watched enraptured as Billy licked his and Steve's own cum from Steve’s stomach. It was almost enough to make him hard again.

When Billy had finished, and was leaning over Steve, resting casually on forearm, their eyes met once more.

“That was-"

Steve was cut off as a loud boom shook the sky, and Steve startled up, at the same time as Billy. And then the rain started.

“Fuck,” Billy snapped, quickly moving to right himself, and Steve scrambled to grab up his tossed shirt and suit jacket.

The rain fell hard, quick, in fat droplets that soaked clean through the rest of Steve’s unsullied wardrobe. Within moments the campsite was flooded, puddles forming on the tarp.

“What?” Eddie startled up and awake, wiping the wet from his face, and Steve blinked back at him having completely forgotten he’d been there this whole time.  

“Come on, move it man,” Billy said, grabbing his hand to pull him up. 

They didn’t have time to grab the rest of the stuff as they scrambled for the paddle boat, their hair already plastered to their foreheads. The beach was a mess of mud, and Steve didn’t bother trying to save his shoes as he ran.

Billy grabbed Steve’s hand to help him balance, making sure to get him settled in the boat carefully. Eddie, soaked and confused, looked between them both.

“Did I miss anything?” Eddie asked, unsuccessfully trying to wipe the water from his face, as Steve surreptitiously finished buttoning his shirt.

Thankfully the rain had washed any other evidence of what they’d been doing.

“Nothing but Harrington managing to not to be totally lame when stoned,” Billy said with a shrug, shoving hard at the boat. It came unstuck from the shore with a wet sucking noise, and Eddie had to catch his balance on the boat's railing.

“Woah dude, you’re gonna harsh my vibe,” he said with a giggle as he let himself sway back into his seat. Billy rolled his eyes as he took a small leap into the boat to join them.

“Okay one, the rain should have done that already and two, Ed, not even people in California talk like that.”

~~~

When they made it back to the dock, sopping wet by this point, Steve made sure to grab Billy’s arm before the other boy could rush off. 

Billy turned back to him, hair a mess, but willing to listen even as the rain continued to pour.

“Come on!” Eddie shouted, when he saw that they’d stopped.

“I’ll be there in sec,” Billy called, not looking away from Steve as he motioned him to move along. Eddie shrugged, and then without question continued on his way.

“So… that was…” Steve tried awkwardly, laughing slightly.

“Yeah. This was… fun,” Billy said, but even he couldn’t seem to stop himself from smiling. Just a little.

“You wouldn’t… mind doing that again sometime? Maybe not high?” Steve asked, as nonchalantly as he possibly could. 

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Harrington.”

“Is that a yes?” he pushed, and Billy looked up at him, eyelashes glittering in the rain.

“Sure,” and then without another word, he was off through the rain, back to the club house and Steve stood there, until he couldn’t see him anymore.

~~~

The club party had scattered, and when Steve was finally able to locate his parents, out in the parking lot they were just as soaked through as him. It was one less thing he’d have to explain to them at least. 

“And where have you been all night?”

“Mingling,” Steve said, his smile stiff and insincere. His Father watched him silent for a moment, before he began to usher them all back to the car.

It was in the window of then that Steve caught sight of the bruise. It was tucked right under his jaw, shining purple and red in the low light of the parking lot. Shimmering wet and jewel like.

He let a finger trail it lightly, the skin sensitive and tingling. The smile that found it’s way to his lips was unbidden.

Haha, so this got incredibly out of hand and ended up way longer than I intended. It also has my second actual smut scene, so hope that wasn't too bad. Had a lot of fun anyway though. Thanks again to @lazybakerart for putting this event on!

#harringroveweek #harringrove week #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #fanfic #mood board

[apricuscity]

The Snow Princess: Veil of Frost (Part One)

“Hello everyone! It’s wonderful to see you all, I hope the holiday season has been treating you well. Tonight, The Evergreen Theater proudly brings to you the sequel to The Snow Princess! We’ll catch up with old friends and make plenty of new ones! Get ready for adventure, romance, comedy, and a few unexpected guests! Enjoy the show!”

Jasper steps off stage.

The curtain opens.

A kingdom far away from the snow covered lands we are familiar with. A wagon pulls into a small town and parks. The driver leaps to the ground, removing the scarf covering his face to reveal Alexei (Rudolph Donnerov). He walks around the back of the wagon and unlatches something, the back of the wagon opens up and Mikhail (M. Night) jumps out, a makeshift store front can be seen in the back of the wagon.

Alexei, and Mikhail go through a musical number talking about all the wonderous things they have for sale. Goods from all the other kingdoms they’ve visited (”Everything For Everyone”). The people crowd around as the song continues. People are seen buying things they may or may not need, the sales pitch gets the job done.

Once the song is over Mikhail begins to pack up the shop while Alexei is drawn to one of the other merchant stalls. The man standing behind the counter introduces himself as Asim (Guest Star: Jaecar). He calls himself a collector of rare curiosities. (”Seeing Is Believing”). Asim mentions that he knows where Alexei is from and thinks it strange to see the crown princes so far from home. Before he can ask how Asim knows this, Alexei seems inexplicably drawn to a locked chest in the back of the stall.

Asim explains it contains a relic, a relic from Alexei’s homeland. He opens the box and reveals a veil that shimmers in the sun, it looks as if it’s made of ice that will never melt. Asim explains the veil’s history. (”Family Tree”).

The scene changes to a flashback. We see the snow kingdom long ago. Empress Mischa (Wren) is struggling to keep her kingdom from falling apart. The crimes of her father weigh heavily on her. Despite her best efforts to unite the people and fix what her father had done it seems only some of the population stand behind her.

Some believe her father was in the right, the older generations do not believe Mischa has what it takes to rule. (”Sins Of My Father”).

We see people from various groups arguing in the throne room while Mischa struggles to maintain order. The arguments turn to fighting and Mischa loses her temper, slamming her fists down on the stable she stood by and causing it to instantly freeze. Everyone stops and is astounded by what they just saw. Mischa shouts and orders everyone out of the room, freezing winds seem to shoot forth when she speaks, blowing the doors open and sending everyone running for their lives. All except one. A stranger wearing a cloak (Guest Star: Sorin) approaches Mischa, they claim to be able to help the Empress. They reach into their cloak and hold out the veil we saw moments ago. They claim it can help her focus her power. (”Trust Me”). We get a brief glimpse of their eyes which look strikingly like those of the Dark Presence from the previous play.

The flashback ends and we see Mikhail approaching the merchant’s stall. He smiles and pats Alexei on the back, snapping him out of the trance like state he was in. Asim offers to sell the veil to Alexei, at first the prince refuses. Mikhail convinces him to buy it, it would be a perfect gift for his sister’s birthday. Before Alexei can argue Mikhail hands over the money. Asim puts the veil back in it’s box and hands it to Alexei.

Alexei and Mikhail load it on to the wagon and prepare to head out, Mikhail attempting to flirt a bit with Alexei but the prince seems a bit oblivious to it. (”Love Is For Fools”). The two head out of the town, we see that Asim and his entire stall have vanished, now nowhere to be seen.

The scene changes to Vasilisa’s castle. Everyone is preparing for the Queen’s birthday. Vasilisa (Lye Marigold), is with The King of Time (Amias Zelly), and The Queen of Seasons (Alabaster Brahms) who have returned from their vacation to celebrate their daughter’s birthday. Vasilisa’s wife Alyona (Méline Sweetpea) is making sure the guards have everything under control (”Perfection”).

We see a few new faces as people arrive for the birthday celebration. The King’s brother, Duke Volkov (Thaddeus Bell) is among the first. Shortly behind him is Lady Olivia (Sable Luna) an aristocrat from a far off kingdom. We see a continuous parade of people entering the kingdom, all bringing gifts for the queen (”Her Majesty”). Finally we see Alexei and Mikhail’s wagon pull in and park. Both men jump off brush themselves off.

Both realize they need a change of clothes and make their way towards the castle (”Home Again”). We see the box containing the veil start to shake a little..

The curtain closes for intermission.

End of Part One!

#jasper lloyd #evergreen theater

[haechanhues]

so lately i’ve been reflecting on my life a bit...a lot in all honesty. 

tw : death. health complications. anxiety. // coping mechanisms. kpop groups. 

it hasn’t been the best couple of months.. especially in the most recent months.

i’ll start off by saying my brother saw an old crush of mine... and i came up in the conversation? why? I don’t know. I just did, apparently. But, like i have hmm feelings again, maybe. But not like feelings. 

my cousin was hit by a logging truck and has been in a coma since. there is little brain activity but there is almost practically no hope for survival. 

my vertigo and lethargy have become a problem that concerns me. i haven’t talked about it with those around me and i don’t intend to. and before i get asked - once again - no, i am not pregnant. 

i feel zero need to talk to my friends and family both online and in real life. this is not a dig nor is it a ‘stop fucking texting me’ by all means... message me all you want but i apologise for either the lack of reply or the amount of time it takes me to reply. 

my anxiety is absolutely shot. very potent at the moment. it’s frustrating. 

my grandfather is not well. but in true m.d fashion - if he can move his body, he is not that sick. but.. y’know. he’s not young and i worry. 

i’ve been learning about the holocaust and i watched trees of peace within a week and i feel changed. not myself. a little bit of a shell because of it. 

and today the death of the queen has some strange impact on me? i’m not necessarily sad but i’m definitely not happy either. it’s death. I couldn’t explain it at first but i was talking with my dad about it. it’s the end of an era. one that for people born within the past 70 years has never experienced. it’s a new experience for everyone. 

but i’m so sick of death and the stench and the lingering of it. i’m tired and i’m exhausted. 

someone i know (someone i admire and talk to every now and then) has recently passed away from leukaemia and i’ve never had that kind of broken heart before. i was going to message her too... 

writing is just a huge toll. but like i love it yet.. i’m oddly starting to dislike it. and to dislike something you’ve loved? huge HUGE sign to step back. so... on the downlow... whenever i feel the itch to write, i will. but i’m not going to force myself. 

basically i’ve been using these groups as a way to get through this shit. 

nct

i’ve been watching their live performances from three years ago and it’s just reinforced my love for nct 

(haechan)

and the clips on twitter. 

i’m amazed by them. 

haechan deserves his own bulletpoint but I love him and right now, he’s one of the lights in the tunnel. 

seventeen

these boys have made me laugh, astounded me and made me cry so much lately 

they’re what i need lately and i love them for that. 

i love that them being them is what i needed. these special and precious thirteen boys. 

also very much a support system. they’ve been helping me in ways that i just cannot fathom how. nor explain. they’ve been this source of joy from the get go. 

will always be grateful for them. 

ateez

these are my boys 

i’ve been watching their variety shows and i love their friendship and i love their skinship and how close knit they are 

endeared by them 

especially san lately. 

wooyoung too (big surprise) 

still don’t have a bias no matter how hard i try. 

the boyz

they’re my boys

i miss them

i hope they take a proper break soon. 

#while i listen to my music #here's my sappy post #and a bit of a vent #kpop

[dreamysleep]

Once upon a time, there was a teenage cow in Idaho named Tamera. She lived there with her older sister and her Aunt Bessie.

One day, her sister was taken to a different pasture.

"Your sister has gone off to be an adult cow, to get married, and to have babies."

Tamera was horrified by this. She hard about it in passing – that all the female cows were to be married off to Bull with the reason being that there was not another bull around.

Now Bull was not very pleasant, so he had to be put in a separate pasture. He was so jealous that he'd rear at his own sons. He was no beautiful bull either – his muscles were too big, he had giant nostrils, and neither of his horns were even.

Yet, all Tamera heard from the married cows was how they would defend Bull!

"Bull may come across too strong, but he has a soft side."

"Bull is an excellent father. Just look at the way he rears at his own sons! He's toughening them up for the real world because he knows how hard it is."

"Bull is so romantic, but he gets busy. He was going to take me on a date this weekend, but he went with Janet instead."

"Someday you'll be Bull's wife too" said Aunt Bessie.

Tamera could not marry Bull! She loved the wide open pastures, munching on grass, and running of the stray chickens. She even loved the excitement of a snake threatening to lunge at her hoof! However, she knew there was more to life than eating grass on a field in Idaho.

She wanted to be a cow that would have adventures – with strength that was enough to put a guy like Bull in his place. She wasn't ready to settle down in one place – to pay more attention to a man and some children than herself. Maybe being a wife wasn't her destiny at all! Maybe that was okay!

She walked the field towards the old pond at moonlight and wished on that big, white moon.

"Moon lady, I desire to be someone other than myself. Someone big and strong, like you. Someone who can help people. I want to inspire cows so they know that they can be more than mamas and milkmaids. The only question is this: will you help me?"

The next morning, Tamera felt chipper and full of energy. She went to see the hens, whom always had something to talk about.

"You're in a good mood!' eyed the red hen appraisingly.

"I feel so great! I could fly!" exclaimed Tamera.

"Don't let all the fresh air get to your head" clucked the brown hen good naturedly.

Tamera ran across the fields. She did not notice when her hoofs left the ground, for she had her eyes shut.

When she felt the cool wind whip around her, her eyes popped and she felt very frightened. She was high in the sky! She let out a great big "Mooo!" and fell into the fields of a nearby farm below.

The Moon Lady had granted her powers. The only question was how she would use them.

In the year of training to be a cow-wife, Tamera secretly trained to be a "super-cow!"

She was flying freely when she noticed that a schoolhouse was on fire.

She lifted her great hooves around the metal buckets in the barnyard, scooping in the pond water within the buckets, then flying vertically (not horizontally – so that the bucket water wouldn't fall out!) She deposited the water on top of the building – effectively dousing the fire!

The firefighters were astounded to find out that the fire ended before they had even arrived. The townspeople and the firefighters pointed and cheered in surprise as they saw a beautiful cow flying away.

Her next assignment was a California hippie running away from a pack of wolves. Tamera suspected he may be a tree-hugger of some sort. No matter, Tamera let out a great big moo at the wolves. They scampered away, whimpering at the sight of a flying cow.

Word spread all about Idaho regarding "Supercow!"

"I heard her hooves could lift four bulls in one go!"

"She saved two families from going down giant rapids!"

"God, she's so pretty!"

Tamera woke up one night to hear a loud cricket chirping in her ears.

"I want to be your sponsor" said the cricket with a deadpan expression.

James the Cricket had ALL the connections. He agreed to fly over Idaho to get the scoop on happenings. Meanwhile, Tamera would share with him some of her feed.

So they went on fighting crime while Tamera pretended to be a regular cow by day.

"Where's Bull?" exclaimed a cow-wife.

"Oh no! Bull!" shouted another cow-wife.

The cows were in a frenzy, searching for their husband. Meanwhile, Tamera sat and gloated.

"Serves him right" said Tamera.

"Um, aren't you supposed to be helping him Supercow?" asked James the Cricket.

"Whom? Bull?" asked Tamera. She gave a tight laugh. "No, I would never rescue him in my life. Besides, he fathered 28 children! I'm sure he's capable of handling himself."

"I thought superheroes were selfless" said James before flying away.

Then Aunt Bessie trotted over.

"What on God's green earth are you doing?" asked Aunt Bessie. "Sitting on your bum while Bull is missing."

"He is not my husband" muttered Tamera matter-of-factly.

Aunt Bessie stomped her hooves.

"Now you stop it with that attitude or I'll wash your mouth with soap! Not everyone can choose who they marry, and not everyone can be a super-strong cow either!"

"You know?"

"The question is" says Aunt Bessie, "Will you use your powers to set an example, or will you be just like Bull?"

The first place Tamera looked for Bull was the hens. They were remarkably quiet.

"Hey guys" greeted Tamera. "Has anyone seen Bull?"

"Not us!" said the black hen.

"Sorry!" muttered the red hen.

"You guys aren't very friendly today," observed Tamera, "Have I done or said something wrong?"

The brown hen sighed.

"Fine" muttered the brown hen. "If you must know, rooster took him to the barn attic."

"Something about Chickay cows and how they want humans to 'eat more chicken!" stated the red hen.

For those who don't know "Chickay" is a very popular chicken-themed fast-food joint in the South.

Rooster walked back and forth as Bull sat helplessly, tied with rope.

"For the last time, I did not work for the Chickay company."

"Yeah right" clucked Rooster. "You're the most attractive bull in Idaho. Surely someone was scouting you for modeling. Every cow is in love with you."

"Not every cow" murmured Bull.

"Ah em" coughed Tamera.

They both turned.

"Tamera?" gulped Bull.

"You're 'Supercow?'" cackled Rooster.

She stared them both down, and then sighed.

"It's not like I want to be here" stated Tamera. "I only heard that you were holding Bull hostage, and his wives will freak out if you don't let him go."

"Tamera" sighed Rooster. "I have to say, I am impressed. I thought you would be another one of Bull's wives."

"Fat chance" muttered Tamera.

"I can see now that I clearly was wrong. You are far too good for him. Join me. We can take control of every farm and soon the world. Think of what we could do together! Ending chicken farms and cow slaughter houses as we know it!"

"Rooster, Bull is not the Chickay cow."

"How do you know?" asked Rooster. "He seems pretty full of himself."

Tamera went over, lifted Bull's tale, and showed them the branded mark.

Bill hung his head in shame.

"I'll let you go Bull" said Tamera, "On one condition – you divorce the wives that don't want to be with you, and let cow-wives marry whom they want."

Both Rooster and Bull keeled over in laughter.

"Women!" exclaimed Rooster.

"Marrying whom they want!?" bellowed Bull.

Both howled with laughter. Tamera then decided to tell them the story of the Moon Lady. They didn't laugh anymore.

"You mean the hens can beat me up?" asked Rooster.

Tamera nodded.

So they both agreed, allowing stray roosters and bulls to come in. They romanced the women who loved them, and gave space to those who didn't. Bull was happy and so was Rooster – for they felt truly loved.

Tamera is still not married, nor does she have kids! She flies around Idaho and the West inspiring young cows to take charge of their own life.

She is SUPERCOW!

#short story #parody #supergirl #writing #story #writer

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello dears 💖, I’ve made a chapter for Dreamy butterflies tell me what you think.

Caius volturi x dreamy reader✨️

Dreamy butterflies 🦋

A/N: comment if you like it or reblog, I’m eager to see if people would want chapter 2. 

Synopsis:  A dreamy 20 year old girl takes a vacation to Volterra, she travels on the outside of the forest located near the infamous castle. She meets a vampire who entraps her within the castle.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: blood, violence 

Chapter 1: A fairy forest

Dreamer, I was always a dreamer, whenever I stared blankly at the wall my mother would usually tell me “Y/n come back to reality” and “It’s y/n’s world~” however the one I’ve heard the most was “Stop living in a dream and focus on reality”. I normally ignore them because it’s who I am, a dreamer someone who’s sensitive and imaginative. “She’s off with the fairies” I’ve heard that expression once or twice normally I start zoning out when music comes on. I was a quiet person to say the least and had no desire to disturb anyone and yet here I am talking about my life.

My family had planned to take a vacation, well in Italy and yes, I was excited. I enjoyed the scenery and most of all the car rides, it gave me a chance to zone out. The car we burrowed was rather small and could only fit five people which was the size of my family. I wore a blue tunic blouse with jeans, I wasn’t really one for fashion nor make up mostly for me it was mascara and lipstick.

My dog slept in the car; I was busy listening to music dreaming about something that may seem out of this world. I was the type of person to stare out the window and keep to myself, however it seemed that my father decided to make a pit stop. It was mostly just to eat lunch and more so to stretch our legs, I was curious about the forest even my mother compared it to a “fairy forest”.

The trees stood tall, and the leaves blew in the wind, it was rather chilly of course. I got out of our car and decided to go for a walk, just for a look around. “I’ll be back” I shouted at my parents “Ok but don’t wonder off we need to keep going”. I walked into the big looking pine forest; my mother was right it did seem like a fairy forest. I wasn’t familiar with the whereabouts of where I was, but it would be interesting to know, maybe a magical monster lived here.

I was dreaming of flying in between the trees with enormous wings, I could be whatever I wanted. That’s the positive side of being me, your life is never boring. I could be a fairy, dragon, or mermaid perhaps a troll with wings, but I doubt anyone would want to see that. My feet crunched through the leaves and grass; I could see all sorts of fish in the clear blue water. I wanted to reach in and touch it however the fish fled. I crouched down to try and find some tadpoles or frogs however only moss ran through the water. I loved animals, I connected with them more then people perhaps it was a super power I had.

I tried to see if there were any wild life, a deer maybe or perhaps a fish just anything really. I was surprised at how quiet it was, you would think that listening to the sound of a bird chirp or crickets chittering would be some sort of comfort. I touched the tree and felt the bark, quite rough to say the least, Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes. My eyes were set on the movement, I thought my imagination came to life when I pictured a troll or a goblin asking me for my company.

My eyes were set on the bushes trying to make sure nothing bad came out “hello? Sir? Mr goblin? Mrs fairy?” I knew if someone heard me out loud, they would think I’m insane. I peaked behind the bushes to spot, a small bird “Oh hello, sorry to disturb you I’ll leave you alone”. I smiled thinking nothing of it when suddenly,

“SMACK!”

My body was thrown into the air, I could feel the adrenaline kick in when I hit the ground, my head smacked on a tree branch. I tried to push myself off the ground, I was astounded by what just hit me causing me to fly. I stumbled on my feet trying to brush the leaves out of my hair and off my clothes, I started to grab the tree beside me, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I needed to run now.

I bolted from the tree trying to run back to the car, my heart was pounding, I swore I could hear foot steps behind me. I was slower of course as something hit me once more, I flew back as my body hit a tree. I tried to get up once more but when I looked up, two crimson eyes were glaring down at me. I grabbed a rock out of defensive, my body was hoisted into the air. I couldn’t breathe, something was wringed around my neck, an arm could be seen from my view. I felt fingers that were cold as Ice try to crush me. I could feel blood drip from my nose, and I was rather terrified “How foolish, do you really think you could escape me” the man’s voice sounded deep and yet stern. I couldn’t breathe, he was crushing me so much it was impossible to understand.

I could get a better view of the man at least, his hair was golden, his eyes were crimson red, and his skin was Icey as snow. I tried to reach up to break away from the man’s grasp “All you humans are the same, annoying, worthless and pathetic” he stared into my blue eyes as my mouth gaped widely trying to gasp for air. “You’re the most pathetic one by far” The blonde man’s lips turned into a sneer; I was surprised he wasn’t killing me yet. “Let alone hideous, you have no place in this world human”.

I snapped out of it; I could reach down to feel around for a rock. “SMASH!”  My hands pushed the rock against the man’s face with such force, he threw me back while grunting in pain. I could see cheek begin to crack like a shard of glass. The moment I hit the man with the rock my body was thrown to the ground, I wasted no time and bolted as blood trickled down my nose. I trailed through the trees trying not to get lost however it seemed that the pathway was now dark. I was hyperventilating my breaths became faster as I could no longer hear the man.

I felt something cold touch the back of my collar, my shirt was hoisted back. I fell to the ground while struggling to breath mostly due to the running and because something was on top of me. “YOU DARE ATTACK ME!” he screamed loudly, my blood ran cold as the man held my throat and this time made sure I didn’t escape. “I, I” my life was fading, all I wanted to see was myself fading with the fairies and angels.

“I, I- I’m sorry” I muttered in a horse croak, “hm your weaker than the rest”. I pressed my hands against his chest all he heard was my muttering.

“My, my name is y/n, princess of dreams”.

My eyes were closing, I could see the land of me.

The animals are preparing my casket as the fairies tears drop onto my skin reminiscing in dreams I can’t reach.

Shock reached my body as suddenly I gasped for air; my sight was becoming more apparent when I could see the vampire looking rather curious. He wasn’t happy but more so curious about my words “what are you even talking about human”.

“Your odd, far odder than anyone I’ve encountered” he was debating whether to kill me or listen to my plea. “Your words, what are you even talking about” I smiled awkwardly “I, I often like to dream” I could see the confusion on his face. “I’ll give you a chance to amuse me on why I should let you live” he allowed me to move around a little bit. I had to think of something quickly unless I were to die, I could claim to be a witch, but I think he wouldn’t buy it.

“I came here with my parents; I was trailing through the forest” I tried to recall what my mother described it as “I don’t think you understand, I wanted you to plea”. My hands reach out touch the man’s skin, he was paler than any human and most certainly had a flaky look. In that moment his eyes went from anger to slanting in curiosity.

In that moment the sun beamed through the rays of trees and showed his skin, it was shining like diamonds. He must’ve been a fairy, his skin was shimmering like diamonds, or even better a king.

“Are you a king” I asked in curiosity “why should I tell you”, I heard a voice in the distance “Y/n” I saw his face turn into a sneer. “Mum, Dad!” I shouted as the vampire clamped my mouth shut. My vision became a blur, I could feel the speed as he carried me with him. I could no longer hear my parents voice; I was fading into a dark turn.

My eyes were set upon a castle, a castle made of stone and bricks. It was big and certainly one made for a king “Am I a queen” I questioned.

Two men appeared out the front with a young girl, “master you’ve returned”. She paid no attention to my dying body only to just allow me through the castle.

I was the princess trapped in a castle of dreams.

Anyways that’s all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

#Twilight x reader #caius volturi x reader #Volturi x reader #Caius volturi oneshot #Volturi oneshot #Twilight oneshot

[hermannsthumb]

I have a fun prompt I've been thinking about I hope you have time for one day! When Newt and Hermann meet actually things go really really well and they even get together. It's just they bicker so much and have huge science-based arguments that everyone assumed they must have hated each other on sight.

sure thing! i had fun with this one

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"So," Newt says. "I was talking to Tendo today."

Across the mess table, Hermann hums in feigned interest. Newt knows it's feigned 'cause Hermann doesn't stop either thing he's doing: using his left hand to wind noodles around a fork, and using his right hand to scribble away a series of lengthy equations on the back of a paper napkin. His full attention has been hopping between both for about ten minutes now—no room for Newt to slip in there. He's testing his limits enough as it. Half of the last equation ended up scratched into the tabletop, and the last time he lifted his fork to his mouth, it was empty. And then he swallowed anyway. Newt kinda loves the guy.

"Yeah," Newt says, deciding to continue like Hermann responded the way he was actually supposed to respond, which would've been something along the lines of what an utterly fascinating story, Newton, do tell me more. I love hearing you talk, Newton. How marvelously smart you are, Newton, and how melodic and breathtaking your voice is. Now watch me bite down on an empty fork again. "Kinda funny. He was asking how we met."

Hermann finally looks up at Newt suspiciously over the rims of his glasses, which are slipping slowly down his nose. He stills them with the tip of his index finger before they land in his dinner. "Why?"

"I don't know, man," Newt says. "He just was. It was like, small talk, you wouldn't get it. He dropped by the lab when you were out this morning to let me know that there was extra space if we wanted it. Like, lab space." Hermann resumes scratching an equation into the table absently. Newt rolls his eyes. "As in, we could have separate labs if we wanted now."

Hermann knits his eyebrows together. "Separate laboratories?"

When Newt and Hermann first started at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, the k-scientist team was pre-existing and significantly bigger, and anyone who joined on later—like, you know, them—basically got shoved in wherever they fit. For Newt and Hermann, that happened to be Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1 (the only basement level), along with a former marine biologist who was killed on a research excursion a month later when a kaiju made unexpected landfall, like, right on top of their chosen shelter. Bad luck. Anyway, Newt's known about the existence of other Hong Kong Shatterdome lab spaces in the vague and absent sort of way that you would an urban legend, but (similarly so) he never thought he and Hermann would actually ever lay eyes on one. And then Tendo stopped by to dangle it in front of Newt on a stick.

"The other labs were being used as storage for ages after everyone else—" Newt searches for a word tasteful enough to encapsulate got stomped by a kaiju and wised up and decided to live out what are probably our last few days before the world ends with their families instead of alone in a military bunker. "—left. Anyway, Tendo told me they've been going through shit like crazy this month, I think to see if they can salvage any old tech, and that the other labs are basically totally emptied out now. We just have to ask and they're ours."

Hermann sets down both his pen and fork, twisting his mouth contemplatively. He finally loses the battle against gravity with his glasses, and they miss his plate by an inch, swinging back on their chain and bouncing harmlessly against his chest instead. Newt briefly wonders if getting a chain for his own glasses would save them from their frequent fatal falls into kaiju organ cavities and buckets of non-neutralized kaiju blood, but decides not even the money he'd save on replacement pairs would make a fashion faux pas like that worth it. "You know I don't much fancy the basement," Hermann says.

"Your joints," Newt agrees. The damp of the basement sets Hermann's joint pain off frequently, something Hermann talks about just as frequently. Newt's not really a fan of the basement either, though for different reasons—he would kill to get some windows and natural, non-fluorescent light in there. Sun lamps can only do so much. He's pretty sure he'd fucking glow if he stepped outside right now. Also, it's cold down here.

"And it might be nice to be closer to LOCCENT, in case of an emergency," Hermann continues. "And closer to—oh, hang on. What has this got to do with us?"

"Huh?"

"How we met," Hermann says. "You said, that Tendo asked—"

"Oh," Newt says. It's his turn to play coy. He stirs his chopsticks through his own dinner, accidentally flicking a piece of tofu to the table. It lands on top of Hermann's etched equations. Hermann scowls, because that's how their routine goes: Newt gets Hermann's stuff dirty, and Hermann gets mad. "Well. It was just that Tendo was like you can finally be out of each other's hair, how the hell did you guys get stuck together anyway when you obviously can't stand each other, that kind of stuff."

"Ah," Hermann says.

"And I said that it was because we knew each other before," Newt says, "and that we transferred here together. And that's when he asked."

"And what did you say?" Hermann says.

"That we used to correspond professionally," Newt says, "and met at a conference way back in 2017." He adds, with a grin, "Also professionally."

This was technically true. Newt and Hermann did write to each other, professionally, and they did meet at a conference, professionally, but what went down after a long and public shouting match in the events hall of a very nice hotel—in Hermann's room, five floors up in that very nice hotel—was not very professional. The events of the week that followed—spent, intermittently, between Hermann's hotel room, several coffee shops, a bench under a tree in Newt's favorite park, a rotation sushi restaurant, brushing knees shyly on the tram, and, finally, clasping hands on the staircase of Newt's apartment and gazing deeply into each other's eyes—weren't very professional, either, but Newt likes to think that they were very romantic. Rom-com level shit. Newt revealed none of this to Tendo, who referred to the 2017 conference as that Infamous Day for the rest of their conversation. "Well, it was professional," Hermann sniffs.

But he reaches across the table, and, very timidly, crosses his pinkie over top of Newt's. It's the most blatant form of PDA Hermann ever willingly engages Newt in. Newt thinks if he ever tried to touch two fingers at once in anywhere but the lab, or God forbid, hold his whole hand, Hermann's ears might start emitting steam like something out of a cartoon. "It might be nice," he says again.

Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1, is unique—Newt knows—in that Newt and Hermann's quarters are connected to it directly. None of the other labs have that luxury (and Newt has a feeling it's because Lab Space D wasn't actually intended as a lab space). He remembers being told that when they were shoved into it. Yeah, you have the darkest and tiniest lab space on base, but your rooms are right there! When Newt wants to go to Hermann's room, or if he's in Hermann's room and needs a sweatshirt or something from his own, he just has to step the three feet between their two doors. Moving labs could throw a wrench in that—they might be asked to move quarters, too, and might be shuttled to opposite sides of the Shatterdome, and though they could just bite the bullet and request couple's quarters already, it's nice to have their own spaces when they need it. That would never work. And, well, besides—the lab, their lab, feels like home to them at this point. Newt shrugs.

"On the other hand," Hermann says, and he taps Newt's pinkie lightly, "I quite like how things are. I can live with the damp, really."

"We can get a dehumidifier," Newt offers.

Hermann nods, and he gives Newt the barest hint of a smile.

Their monthly delivery of lab supplies—whatever they can afford with their shoestring budget, which, these days, mostly means chalk, rubber gloves, and nice instant ramen—comes three weeks later. Newt wouldn't exactly call the Shatterdome delivery guy a friend, seeing as he has yet to divulge his name to Newt (and also Newt's pretty sure he has a thing for Hermann, since he always seems to wait until Hermann is in the lab to stroll by with his package trolley and always calls him Dr. Gottlieb with big stupid heart eyes, oh, Dr. Gottlieb, that new sweater looks soooo nice on you!, so anyway, that makes him Newt's rival by default), but he, at least, recognizes and acknowledges Newt at this point. That's more than Newt can say for most people on the base. After his usual greeting to the two of them (hey, Newt, oh, hellllooo, Dr. Gottlieb, did you do something new with your hair?), he starts to unload their packages, also like usual.

"I was surprised to see that you guys are still down here," he tells Newt, not like usual. "Tendo mentioned something about you getting your own labs."

"He did?" Newt says, meaning to frown, but grinning instead. It's kind of fun to be the subject of gossip. He pulls off his gloves and tosses them in the trash to help with their supplies—the dehumidifier he requested should be in there, and it's fancy and definitely on the bigger side.

"Yeah," their delivery guy continues. He hands Newt a fuckin' massive brick of a package. Hermann's stupid chalk. The amount that Hermann tears through in a month really is astounding: Newt has a private theory that Hermann is an undercover space alien from a planet where chalk constitutes all of the primary food groups, and he secretly sneaks out here and eats it in the dead of night when Newt is asleep. "Anyway, sorry I'm late," the delivery guy says, as Newt imagines Hermann crunching on a piece of chalk like a carrot stick, "I went to all the other labs first."

"No worries, dude," Newt says. "Sorry for the confusion."

He lugs the package over to Hermann's desk, and drops it down on the only spot not over-cluttered with papers and books. Hermann complains about Newt's messiness a lot for a guy who is just as bad, if not worse. "Need any now?" Newt asks Hermann.

Hermann, scribbling away at his chalkboard, grunts. Newt decides that's a no.

"Hard at work, Dr. Gottlieb?" the delivery guy says, practically fluttering his eyelashes.

Another grunt. Newt snorts.

"I thought you guys would've moved right away," the delivery guy (obviously disappointed at Hermann's lack of attention) tells Newt. "Tendo mentioned you've been stuck together for a while, ever since some sort of dramatic confrontation at a conference ten years ago." he adds eagerly, "Did you really get thrown out? I don't know how you haven't killed each other yet."

"It's taken a lot of hard work," Newt says. Yeah, the whole being-ejected-from-the-conference-and-barred-from-all-future-ones-forever thing is technically true too, but everyone there was too stuffy and serious for Newt's fun vibes anyway, so he thinks it's their loss. The most important part of the scientific breakthrough process, Newt frequently thinks, was having someone there to challenge you and push back at you. Sometimes loudly. And in public. In the conference hall of a very expensive hotel, in front of all of your scientific peers, some hotel security guards, and a poor graduate student who made the mistake of asking you and your penpal-colleague for your joint opinion on something and got caught in the crosshairs. Besides—out of everyone at that stupid conference, Newt and Hermann were the only ones snapped up by the PPDC, so it's doubly their loss. "And, yeah, we got thrown out. Me and Hermann fight a lot, but we always make up eventually. It's no big deal. It's, like, our thing."

"Make up?"

Newt waggles his eyebrows and doesn't elaborate. The making up part is the best part of arguing with Hermann, honestly, but he's not about to go giving private details about stuff like that to his rival.

By the time Hermann finally descends his ladder, three hours have passed, and Newt is frowning over an email he's just gotten from Shatterdome HR. Hermann will probably see it in a second when he checks his own email—it was sent to both of them, after all—but Newt waves him over to his desk anyway. "Look," he says.

He draws out the spare chair he keeps by his desk (for Hermann), and Hermann drops into it gratefully, propping his cane up against the arm. Then Hermann pushes his glasses up onto his nose and scans the email with a frown of his own. Newt reads it aloud for him anyway. "'Subject: Quarters Reassignment,'" he says. "Dear Drs. Geiszler and Gottlieb: It has recently come to our attention that you will be transferring to Laboratories A&B. Should you wish to transfer quarters as well, you will find the necessary paperwork..."

"By Jove," Hermann groans, and pulls his glasses off again, smudging a bit of chalk on his cheek, "can't they just leave us alone?"

Newt laughs. "I'll tell them we're not interested. Wait, listen to this bit at the end: Congratulations—this must be a relief! Guess they were getting your complaint forms after all, Hermann." Both Newt and Hermann had long-since assumed that any and all official complaint forms stamped with a k-sci lab return address are filed right into the garbage. It's never deterred Hermann from sending them in, though.

"Hmph," Hermann says.

Newt carefully rolls his shirtcuff back down to his wrist and uses it to rub off Hermann's chalk smudge. When it's gone, or at least, mostly gone, he brushes his fingers back through Hermann's short hair. Hermann's eyelids flutter shut, and as he leans into Newt's touch, his creased forehead smooths just a little. "Mm. You're lovely," he murmurs. "We really ought to tell them we're married. It's gone on long enough."

"I guess," Newt says. "But it's kind of funny, isn't it?"

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[test-tube]

Dawn at the Winery

Author’s Note: Apologies!! School took up a lot of time and I also just couldn’t carry the plot- (pspspsps @starfell-traveler​​ come here you simp) Pairings: Crepus x GN!Reader Word Count: 1533 (I’m ashamed)  TW: death

You took a deep breath, excited for your new job. You were sure working at the Dawn Winery wouldn’t be too difficult, right? Right? It’ll be perfectly fine, you assured yourself. You opened the doors and were greeted by the sound of children cheering.

“I gotcha!”

“AHH- “

A blue haired child fell onto a chaise, then started squirming. “I’ve been hit! R…remember mE!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the two. They looked about 6 maximum.

The redheaded child turned to you. “Oh, who’re you?”

“I’m Y/N, your-“You paused. You shouldn’t make any rash assumptions. “Master Crepus hired me. Is he here?”

“Papa’s upstairs in his office. But he did leave us this.” The child handed you a paper, outlining your tasks for the day.

“I guess I’ve got to take care of you two. So,” You bent over to his height and ruffled his soft hair. “What do you want to do?”

“We were playing pirates...but if you can take us outside…” The kid’s eyes were wide with pleading. The infamous puppy dog eyes. You crumbled.

“All right, all right. What’re your names first?”

The child with blue hair stood up and dashed over. “I’m Captain Kaeya!”

“No, you’re not.”

“Shush Diluc.”

“Kaeya and Diluc then.” You smiled at the two.

“Actually, it’s Diluc and Kaeya.” Diluc corrected. “I’m older.”

“Diluc and Kaeya,” You amended. “Shall we go outside?”

“Woohoo!!” The two boys ran outside quickly, you chuckled and followed them.

  They played for hours upon hours. Would they ever run out of energy? The sun had started to set, you ordered them back inside. You were met with a taller man with red hair similar to Diluc’s. His foot was tapping against the floor, his arms were crossed.

Diluc and Kaeya stopped short. Their heads hung low. “Sorry Papa.” They said in unison.

(Y/N: 😀😀 I’ve been lied to)

“I’ll ask this one time. Who let you two out?” The man ordered.

You gulped and met the eyes of the man. “I did sir. I deeply apologize.”

His eyes met your and his expression softened in a way. Maybe it was due to how sheepish you looked?

“A common mistake. These two can easily win people over.” He emitted a warm atmosphere now, and he walked over and ruffled the hair of his sons. “But it won’t happen again. Not without permission.”

“Yes sir, of course.” You nodded. You were incredibly relieved of Master Crepus’ easy-going nature. You had a feeling working here would be fun.

Everyday was a new adventure, caring for the Ragnvindr boys. You played pirates, attended parties, watched over their lessons. You smiled and listened and watched over these boys like they were your own, in some way you felt like a parent yourself. You loved this feeling and wanted to cherish it.

You had held your occupation for over a year now and you have never been so fond of the household. Crepus tells the boys such wonderful stories at night, shifting his tone for each characters to make the audience giggle. Taking tour along the winery, pointing out all the wildlife.

While it’s true Crepus does spend a majority of his time working, when he comes out it’s like the sun peeking from behind clouds, a rare, warm event.

“Mx. Y/N, Mx. Y/N!” called Kaeya. He clutched several letters in hand. “You got something in the mail! I’m not sure why it came here though…”

“No matter, thanks for the delivery.” You ruffled the kid’s hair like you always did.

He giggled and ran off, leaving you to address the letter privately.

  Dearest Y/N,

I looked upon you on a moonlit night, astounded by your beauty

I see you each day, blown away by your kindness

I’ve come to the terms of my own feelings, but I am unsure of yours

Please accompany me to Windrise, a picnic awaits

  You felt increasingly flustered the longer you held the parchment. It wasn’t signed, no, but you planned to accept. What’s the harm if you did? You would probably need to request time off from Master Crepus…

You knocked on the door to his office, out rang a gruff voice. “Come in.”

“Master Crepus?” You peeked through the doorframe.

His expression softened at the sight of you. “Yes Y/N?”

“I received a letter earlier, inviting me to go to a picnic. I was planning on accepting, may I request time off?”

He pondered this for a second. “Yes, of course.. Take the rest of the day off, actually.”

“Really? I couldn’t do that Master Crepus, I really couldn’t.”

“Nonsense. You deserve a break.”

You looked hesitantly at your boss but gave in. “Alright. But tomorrow I’ll arrive early.”

“If you insist.”

You nodded and stepped outside of the office to inform the boys you were leaving and that they were expected to behave themselves for the hours you were gone.

The wind blew lazily in your hair as you walked to the roots of the Windrise tree. A small blanket was set up with a basket and candles. You sat carefully on one side, promising yourself to not look just yet. You heard a slight shift and peeked at your suitor. You gasped at the familiar face.

“Y/N-“

He looked extremely worried and hesitant, which was honestly fair. You erupted into a small smile. “Did you mean all of those things? In the letter?”

“Of course. All of that and more.”

You felt blush creep onto your cheeks. You looked down at the blanket. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.”

His voice reassured you easily, like how his stories could lull Kaeya and Diluc to sleep.

You scooted closer to him and muttered something about eating the food. The two of you dined together while Crepus occasionally told stories and jokes to make you feel more at ease. It was nice, seeing Master Crepus able to relax. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy how he’d want to spend his time with you.

The veil of night spread over the sky. You bid Crepus farewell.

“You could stay at the winery if you wish.” He offered.

It was rather far from home. You lived alone anyways, it would be quite lonely, sitting in a silent home. You nodded and turned towards the manor. He silently asked permission to grab you by the waist, after your confirmation he snugly held you in a sort of half hug.

The two of you arrived and he hesitated outside of the guest room.

“Thank you for accompanying me.”

“Thank you for the invitation.” You reply with a smile. He kissed your hand softly and walked over to the master bedroom, disappearing for the night.

You awoke with a smile, remembering the acts of last night. You hummed contentedly as you got dressed and walked through the manor. Diluc and Kaeya were both already awake, reading in the family room. When Kaeya caught sight of you he looked excited.

“How did it go?”

Both you and Diluc replied “How did what go?”

“Oh, come on~” Kaeya set down his book and walked over to you. “You know what I’m talking about. Papa was very excited that you went, he put extra effort in his story last night.”

You became flushed and tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. “That? Oh, it was wonderful. But it’s between me and your papa, alright?” You booped Kaeya on the nose and he giggled. “Don’t you two have classes to get to?”

The two boys nodded and dashed off, though you caught a hint of Kaeya whispering something. Couldn’t stop him from gossiping. As usual.

Crepus walked into the family room. “Ah, I was just about to get them.”

“Good morning Master Crepus.” You said meekly.

“Let’s not bother with formalities.” He smiled and gave you another kiss on the hand before carefully grabbing it and pulling you into a dance. Music drafted from somewhere nearby. You had no time to regain your composure, so you just focused on the steps. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Kaeya and Diluc peeked from a doorframe, giggling. You caught their eye and you smiled as their expressions became surprised and the duo dashed away.

“Is something wrong?” Crepus asked.

“No, no of course not.” You looked back at the man and smiled as his gentle expression.

Each day there was something new. He made you breakfast. Bought you gifts. Wrote you letters. Called you “my fawn” or “sweet flower”. You were totally and indefinitely entranced.

You remembered these days with a bittersweet heart as the rain dripped down from your umbrella onto your hands encased with black silk.

You remembered these days during your silent grieving with Kaeya.

You remembered these days when you saw that little velvet box on Crepus’ desk and broke down in sobs. Diluc had found you that day and comforted you, but you could hardly hear him over your throbbing heart.

You looked at the two older boys, turned away from each other. Their world had been torn apart. Your world had been torn apart.

“Can we go play pirates?” You ask with a sob.

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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[belladonnix]

Once upon a time, I used to know another god. He was the god of the streams that ran from the mountain and through my forest. We had encountered eachother on various occasions - I would like to have said we were friends at one time. We would talk of his rivers, and his falls, and his streams. We would discuss the music of the water, the chirping of the frogs in his ponds.

But he would never speak to me of my trees, or the beauty of my flora, the livelyness of my fauna. He would not speak to me of my work, if he admired my forest I will never know. I still remember how his grey eyes lost their shine of excitement at the mention of my mosses or my ferns or my saplings.

I would like to have said he was a very fine friend. We shared many good times together. Even as the surrounding settlements ceased their worshipping of us, as they moved on from "primitive things" and away from us - we still relied on eachother.

Until one day I noticed, his rivers had started stretching further away from my forest. They slowly began to shrink away from the land, as if retreating to the mountain. The wells began to sink, the brooks no longer babbled, until the banks began to crack from the lack of water.

I lamented for days that he could be suffering. That something may have happened to him or his precious mountain. I called out to him, in the way gods do. I called out to him with my trees, I called out to him with my dreams, I called out to him for months until I realized.

Despite being the only 2 of our kind as far as we knew of at the time, he had grown tired of me. He had pulled away into himself and was never coming back. He had done this before, there would be a drought and I would let him sit in turmoil until he was ready to return. But this felt different, the air no longer smelled as the mountain did, the chill of the icy cap had vanished as if it had never permeated the depths of my forest.

What you humans call heartbreak is possibly the closest thing to what I experienced back then. My soul bore a new kind of pain, a pain I have never stopped feeling - I hesitate to explain something a corporeal being may have never experienced.

My howls shattered the clouds, my groans split the earth - all the while my forest slowly desiccated and decomposed before my eyes.

Until the tears came. Like a flood they pored from me, the very pit of my soul rumbled the storm in my bones and shook the sky dry. And once it was done I slept. I slept for a long time. Sealed in pitch blackness by a blanket of moss and curtains of vines across the jagged entrance to a cave, I slept for decades.

When I awoke, the pain had only lessened. I had pleaded for it to vanish and yet it was still there. I tried to sleep again, but to no avail.

When I finally left the cave, I was astounded - my forest had flourished! The moss and ferns were lush against the floor, the trees had grown taller than you can imagine, the deer pranced around in their families, chewing on thick, full shrubs. The ponds were no longer dry. The brooks had started to babble.

In my utter excitement and despair, I called out to my old friend. But he didn't respond. As my calling turned to sobs I was distracted by the sky - the more my soul trembled, the more the clouds grew dark. The coulds broke and a downpour crashed down onto the forest. My howls, again, rumbled the earth. And the quivering in my soul ceased, as did the rain.

And it occured to me that the forest had been taking care of me, as I had taken care of it for countless centuries. The leaves shone a little greener, the ponds looked a little fuller. And I realised I didn't need his rivers to help bring out my wood land's luster. I didn't need him as much as I "loved" him.

I think about him somtimes... and when I think no one is listening, I call out to him, to see if he's around. He never is. And I cry every time. But my forest wraps itself around me, sheltering me from the wrath of the pelting rain. But the rain is what reminds me that even though he isn't here, wherever he may be, the good times we shared will always remain here; in the rings of the trees, in the dirt and the atmosphere.

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[enternalempires]

Downfall of a Liar

This is a Lukanette fic. Some fluff, some angst, a lot of salt and Luka being a King of Revenge. You all get to see the more conniving part of our snake boi. Hope you enjoy! Haven’t figured out how to use links yet but my Ao3 username is the same. Basically,  Lila Rossi has gone too far and Luka Couffaine is going to do something about it. He is, after all, a Couffaine… a little chaos never frightened him.

Marinette came to him on a Friday afternoon with sad eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Her knees were bleeding and her wrists were bruised, hair messy and lip busted. Her dress was ruined with an ugly paint smear and her stockings underneath were ripped.

“I fell down the stairs,” She told him, looking away. “I didn’t mean to. I must’ve fallen into some paint.”

Luka didn’t believe this.

The wobble in her voice and the unsteady way she had stumbled right into his chest when she saw him was not the actions of a girl used to her own clumsy feet. Marinette was a strong girl and he knew how much of a burden was placed onto her shoulders. She did not crack easily and she did not do it over being a klutz or smudged paint. She did not cry over repairable things, over broken nails or washable clothes. She did not come to him looking upset and watery-eyed without feeling one step from breaking.

These were things he knew.

So, after calming her down and getting her to take a shower, offering her clean clothes and a warm bed, and letting the girl he fell in love with fall asleep on his chest to the sound of his heartbeat, he did some digging.

He went to his sister first and found out the real story.

Marinette was in the art workshop, Mrs. Bustier having set up a lesson in there during the last hour of the day, with the other members of the band as she helped Nathan and Marc on their story.

She was honestly just being nice— as Jules explained— then the bitch, his sister’s respective name for Lila, sauntered into the room and started to wail about how Mari was only helping the two co-creators because she wanted the credit for their work.

The girl he fell in love with defended herself, and her friends did the same but with most of the Akuma class— excluding the band members and Nathaniel— having fallen for her tails of woe and amazing, yet false, life experiences, they sided with the liar instead of Mari.

Then, throughout the rest of the class, the bitch found ways to terrorize Marinette (going as far and tripping her and cutting her dress with scissors, dropping her paint onto her, pushing her into things, or slamming different objects onto her wrists) and then blame her for getting in the way.

Juleka and Rose had helped Marinette calm down a little as the girl broke into tears as soon as they were away from the rest of the Akuma class but she just kept panicking— and ran away. They didn’t know where she ended up until he texted them and asked.

Then Luka asked for Alya Cesiare’s phone number and made an unsettling discovery.

Marinette and the blogger were no longer best friends.

And, horrifyingly, she had been accused of being a bully, a liar, and a manipulator. Lila painted his melody in the way that everyone should view her instead.

Finally he created a group chat with a few allies he could trust.

He contacted Adrien Agreste (because even if the boy had been painfully oblivious that Marinette had once been in love with him, he would do anything for his lady), Kagami Tsurigi and her girlfriend and spoiled brat, Chloe Bourgeois, the boyfriends Marc and Nate, and then the rest of his band.

He named it ‘The Marinette Protection Squad’ and, just like that, the war was on its way.

*-*-*

Lila Rossi was waiting in the back of the school by herself when Luka arrived. He found her hidden between one of the walls and a thick oak tree and he didn’t bother to hide himself as he crossed the grounds over to her.

She saw him, surprise lighting her features for a second before it shifted into a— what he would guess, if it wasn't on someone so repulsive— a seductive smile.

“Luka!” She squealed, sauntering up to him and stopping a few feet away. “How are you, sweetheart? It’s been forever since we saw each other, since your last year in Lycee, right?”

“I don’t care,” Luka took a step back, face emotionless as he looked down at her. His eyes gave away nothing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’ve made a lot of people angry, Lila.”

“A-Angry?” She stammered, feigning innocence by putting her hands over her heart with too wide of eyes to be real. “Why would they be angry with me?”

“Because you’re a liar and you hurt the people they care about— you hurt the person I care about.”

“Oh,” Lila straightened her back. “You must be talking about my bully.”

“Your bully?” Luka scoffed, less than amused. “Sure, I’ll play along for a minute. Who is your bully.”

“She’s... s-she is Marinette,” The liar sniffles. “And she says such horrible things about me and they’re not true! She pushes me and, and she rips up my homework and she insults me. Whatever you heard isn’t true, I swear!”

“Are you done?” He sighed out, shrugging his shoulders to make them relax more. “You’re a lying bitch, I get it. I’m not here to let you try to sink your claws under my skin, not that it would work, I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” Lila asks, voice going a bit nastier than she probably intended.

What a two-faced bitch.

“That you should watch your back,” He says simply, turning slightly to walk back to his house. “You pushed a lot of people into your enemy list by threatening Marinette and now you’re about to face the consequences. It’s only fair to give you a head’s up.”

“Marinette,” she shrieks, “is nothing but a liar and a horrible person—”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, no matter what anyone says, is the kindest person you will ever meet,” Luka snarled, whirling on the sausage-haired girl so fast that she stumbled back, unprepared. “And I’m hers. You hurt the wrong person, you egocentric bitch, and you’re going to pay for it.”

Lila gaped for a second before she forced an innocent look on her face, mouth opening to say something but the musician just continued, eyes hard and narrowed and angry, mouth drawn into a tight line.

He was a generally calm person, he could handle a lot before ever blowing a fuse. Because he was also a Couffaine at heart. He thrived in chaos where others wither and when it came to those he loved, nothing would stop him from protecting them.

Especially when the one he loved and had to defend was the girl he fell in love with.

“She is thoughtful and compassionate and selfless and astounding in how she will push herself to the knife’s edge just to make sure her loved ones are okay. She is a cinnamon roll but the fiercest ally you could ever have. There is no stopping her, there is no convincing her to step down when she’s standing up for something that’s right— when she’s standing up for someone, unless that someone is herself.”

He took a step closer and, well, that must’ve been pretty intimidating because she scrambled to take one back, causing a humorless chuckle to leave his lips.

He was his mother’s son but he had enough of his father in him to leave others terrified.

“And you want to convince me that just because you have the Akuma class, Mlle. Bustier, and M. Damocles so far up your ass that people will hate her? Really? Let me tell you something, sweetheart," He gave a cruel smirk, voice mocking as he repeated what she called him earlier. “This isn’t you and all your puppets against Marinette, it’s now you against the entire school. You might pretend to rule this place but she is the one who everyone looks up to and loves. She’s their sunshine child and leader and she has connections everywhere. She knows people that could make your life a living hell and it is her kindness alone that has spared you in the past. And you should have cut your losses when you had the chance because I, however, am not as kind. You declared war, Mlle. Rossi, do not be surprised when your downfall comes knocking on your door.”

With that and smirking at the ugly glare on her face, Luka saunters away, whistling a happy tune despite how tightly his fists are clenched inside his pockets.

It’s a week later when they make the first move.

Ivan and Rose, because despite her size she puts up one hell of a fight, are Marinette’s bodyguards during school. They prevent her from getting hurt while Mylene, Marc, and Nate make sure to record anything and everything Lila does that’s incriminating towards her reputation. 

Juleka is on sabotage duty during school to make sure any plans backfire onto the bitch while Adrien is the distraction. Both were excellent at their job. Almost scarily good.

Outside of school Kagami and Luka strategize and come up with plans to make sure anything Lila says can be used against her. They organize groups and make sure that Marinette and her family doesn’t get bothered by Lila or any of her followers.

One by one more people in the school help. Marinette’s friends from different classes going from the highest grade level to the first year students at Lycee all jump in when needed— when they overhear a lie and debunk it by pulling up proof or contacting the people involved directly (Marinette isn’t the only one with contacts).

One by one Lila is getting more isolated, one by one she’s losing her power.

And it’s so satisfying to see that Luka goes to sleep laughing.

It’s not even a full month before the Akuma class had fully left Lila’s side, the last to turn was Alya— the reporter so distraught over how she realized she had been treating her former best friend that she had a mental breakdown.

It was a month on the dot when Honeybee and Ryuko got video footage of Lila snatching one of Hawkmoth’s butterflies from the air with a wide grin and a “What can I do for you today, boss?” and it was a week later when her life got ruined.

(Marinette was so overjoyed that the constant terror— in her civilian— life was going away that she kissed Luka until their lungs ached and, just like that, Luka got revenge and a girlfriend in one sweep.

And that girlfriend was very, very grateful for it too. Most nights he went to bed with bruise-kissed lips and a beautiful girl in his arms. Marinette looked happier than she did in years and all the planning and frustration melted away when he saw her wake up with a smile.

He couldn’t protect her when she was fighting an Akuma but he’s proved more than enough times that he could protect her when she goes back to having two left feet.)

First she got expelled from her Lycee for false accusations, thief, bullying, and cheating. 

Then her lies— ever last one of them— were exposed and her mother was informed about what her daughter was up to and even waved her daughter’s diplomatic immunity— being absolutely disgusted with her daughter’s behavior— when the court cases of people suing her for fraudulence, harassment, threats, attempted murder, and acts of terroism.

Last, but not least, Lila was banned from Paris and all the cases stacked up against her were moved to a different court within France so they wouldn’t even have to see her again.

Though they did see her screaming and shrieking and snarling towards Luka as he joyfully waved at her when the bitch was getting dragged to the back of a cop car, “You! You did this! You made this all happen! I’m going to get you back for this, Couffaine, I swear I’m going to get you!”

She seemed absolutely insane, drool going down her chin from how hard she had been yelling, eyes frantic and face flushed and she jerked like a wild animal trying to get out of her cuffs and the officer’s hands that held her back from attacking the young musician.

He was a Couffaine and this chaos made him delighted to witness.

After all, it’s not everyday you get to see the downfall of the bitch who made the love of your life miserable.

Luka just laughed and sent her a cocky wave, “I look forward to it, sweetheart.”

Well… you can’t say she wasn’t warned.

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[percyjacksonfan3]

The Last Olympian Thoughts

So because I have absolutely 0 self-control or restraint when it comes to this series and its characters, and for The Last Olympian in particular, I could not put TLO down. Because of this I figured I couldn’t do the usual photo reaction posts I have been so far, because the spam would just be ridiculous, so I am stealing the idea from @yourstrulytaaay​ to do a masterpost instead. (Adding a Read More cause this got ridiculously long)

Fun fact, TLO came out right after i finished reading the series for the first time so it's the first PJO book i bought  and my only hard cover one for the og series. I checked the year and turns out it was published 2009, which means i was actually 9 when i read the series for the first time. I realize this is not really a fun fact but i thought i was older when I first read the series so it's blowing my mind a little ‘cause now I’m 21 and everything hits different and i still have so much love for this series and the characters Okay onto book thoughts: - i was right that this book is gonna destroy me, the first line alone made me so excited and nostalgic it's ridiculous - I love Rachel and Percy sm tbh. Her being a bit of peace and normalcy in his life without always reminding Percy of who and what he is is so good for him. Just a little escape

- of course by the end of the book that's not the case any more but by the end he's lived his prophecy so he doesn't need it as badly, plus he and Annabeth are solid again - Percy saying Annabeth has been hard to be around lately... Ouch my heart. Luke really is the last thing that keeps them from being together and Percy is so jealous and Annabeth so torn and in pain, i feel so bad for them both

- Beckendorf 🥺🥺 - the telkhine with the Lil Demon lunchbox!! I forgot about him. Percy: 'i left him alive, partly because his lunchbox was cool' is one of my absolute favourite lines tbh - Paul taking Percy crabbing and being imperative in helping Percy kill the giant crab 💖 Paul Blofis is important and deserves the world, okay? - aw Percy, you can't save every demigod bb

- 'i had to fight him eventually. Why not now?... What difference would a week make?' Oh Percy you have no idea - real talk tho, the fact Kronos possessed Luke's body would also mess me tf up. Percy keeps forgetting it's not Luke anymore and yeah, that would be so so hard and confusing af, like what another smart little mind game for Kronos to pull on top of everything else - the fact Percy fights Kronos before getting the Achilles Curse and actually doesn't die within seconds is... Astounding. He kicks him in the chest! And yeah Kronos is weaker and still adjusting to Luke's body, but Percy is having trouble fighting Luke cause they used to be friends - Percy breaks Kronos' time magic!! Like?! Boy is POWERFUL.

- OUCH - honestly Luke, Thalia and Annabeth's family breaking the way it did... Don't talk to me. Poor Annabeth, Luke betrayed them, Thalia joined the Hunters because of Luke's betrayal so she's pretty much AWOL all the time and then Luke dies. Like Rick wtf, my heart can't take it? -Percy and Tyson having each others backs when talking to Poseidon in the underwater palace is the brother-brother relationship we love to see - Percy trying to stick a sand dollar in the vending machines at school 🤦🏻‍♀🤦🏻‍♀ - the whole underwater interaction at Poseidon's palace? Perfection. Awkward family drama and all - Connor falling out of the tree when he sees Percy because he's so excited 😂😂

- 😭💖

- k, ik Clarisse isn't perfect but tbh if i was a child of Ares whose father was disrespected and hated by my fellow campers (ares deserves it but still) and that disrespect trickled down to how the other campers treated ME (which if Percy is reliable here, it obviously does) then i would also be irritated at being used for muscle and nothing else? And just expected to fight with the people who act as if they'd rather not have Ares kids around the rest of the time. Like Clarisse isn't totally wrong - Percy reading the prophecy, seeing he's meant to die and just being like 'i do not see it' and refusing to outright think about it makes me so sad for him - (but it taints every action after and he's super reckless afterwards bc of it- including finally breaking and accepting the Achilles Curse) - (also him taking this as the last straw and finally beginning to show Annabeth how he really feels, cause fuck it, he's dying anyway) - Give me more info about Rachel's backstory and family Rick!! -  how did i forget Percy willingly eats chocolates that taste like cardboard because 'i didnt have anything against cardboard' like sir? Ik Silena didn't want them but still? - 'she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful' STOP, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT - Percy staring at Annabeth and forgetting what they're talking about cause hes so distracted 👌🏻

- hmm yeah... For some strange reason.... - i forgot how Percy totally bombs this convo bw them and now want to cry 😭 Annabeth is trying to talk about what's important and Percy, you sweet oblivious man, you're shooting her down without even realizing - love that they're both on the same wavelength tho. Percy two lines before, hmm it's cool to date ppl from other cabins, wonder why im thinking that around Annabeth, my best friend in the world, and then Annabeth a beat later, hmm, let me bring up Silena and Beckendorf and how it's important to be with the people you love when you have the chance, no way Percy will miss this huge hint right? - they're the best - k i honestly forgot Percy full on physically intimidates Leneus like that - luke telling his mom if he ran away the monsters wouldnt get her..i can just imagine luke crying when he says good bye before running away because he thinks it's his fault his mom is like that and he cant take care of and protect her anymore because it's too hard - uh oh now i have angsty pre-lightning thief luke fic inspo... Him, Thalia and Annabeth on the run... The ANGST -  Rick holds absolutely nothing back in this book and i am in pain - HESTIA!! 💖💖🥰 - actual loml - i love that Rick titled this book after her and that he wrote such a great series about the importance of family (biological, found or otherwise) and home, and that he said actually Hestia is the most important bc shes the most humble and keeps the peace and knows when to fight and when to yield and you protect what you love, which is your home - i just... Adore Hestia - Grover! Missed you babes - Hades is so so horrible to Nico, always comparing him to Bianca :/ - but i do love Hades, Persephone and Demeter together they make me laugh - oh god the River Styx - Achilles 🥺 - Annabeth being Percy's lifeline is, and continues to be, A Lot™ - 'my name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.' LOL Why am i crying? - Like the fact there is no Percy without Annabeth, and that remembering her literally reminded him of who he is in his very soul... It's fine im fine - i won't even get into the parallels of her being his lifeline now and then later when Hera takes his memories but leaves the memory of Annabeth for Percy to fight to get back to (anyone who wants to yell about it with me... Feel free to message) - badass Percy is my fav Percy tbh - him defeating Hades?? Like? Hades is arguably the most powerful god, okay - i feel bad for Nico but if i was Percy I'd do the exact same, Nico, sorry man but this is a high stakes time crunch deal and Nico is literally the only hope of persuading Hades and distracted by his own internal stuff - flashbacks to Luke, Thalia and Annabeth hurt, ow - George and Martha are the best - damn i forgot Hermes full on nearly kills Percy here, yikes - Luke stop cockblocking Percabeth challenge

- i love!! Percy's love for New York!! So much!! - Percy leaving to live in New Rome in HoO is a lie and this is all the proof i need for why - the fact the entire last half of the book is the battle and aftermath... Such great buildup and pacing. All the tricks and twists and battles in this War of Manhattan? I would not take out a thing, Rick, you legend - of course then the final battle in hoo with the gods is what? Two pages? Ugh, don’t talk to me about my hatred for BoO and HoO - 'no detours you two' is still the cutest thing!!! - THE HUNTERS!! Thalia i missed you - good job Percy, you finally spent your sand dollar - Minotaur!! - 'dont i get a kiss for luck? Its kind of a tradition right?' Percy finds out he's gonna die and is out of fucks to give and honestly I support him - also Michael just standing beside these two while they're flirting like umm 👀 👀 while a monster army marches towards them, nbd - Annabeth taking Ethan's knife meant for Percy!!! Cause she just knows his weak spot without him even telling her! They literally invented love - Feral Percy is so scary omg, i love how well Rick incorporates the Achilles Curse in this novel, with the whole heightened weaknesses and stuff ans the parallels to Achilles arrogance being what killed him and Percy's loyalty, fierceness and protective instinct being his own heightened weakness - the fact that Percy is the one who inadvertantly kills Michael Yew tho, I'll never recover from that - the fact Hades offers Maria di Angelo a golden palace by the Styx like how Poseidon offers Sally a palace under the sea tho. Let's talk about that parallel - the entire talk with Prometheus is so so good - not me picturing young Luke hiding in the closet to get away from his mom when she has an 'episode' -i love callbacks in stories and all of the callbacks to the rest of the series in this book make me very happy (medusa, minotaur, the underworld, Rainbow!! My baby!!, Daedalus and more) - Percy summoning a wholeass hurricane against Hyperion - the Party Ponies! They're so chaotic, i love it - Dionysus! 😁 I can't help it, i love him - Percy absolutely losing it when he sees Sally and Paul asleep in the car 🥺 - Rachel telling Percy he's not the hero screws with him so much :( poor bb - although i really really love how Rick wrote this, it's so refreshing to not have one chosen one save the world, but a combination of people - the drakon, Silena and Clarisse make me cry - the Patrochilles references, im not okay - Annabeth giving up on Luke after hearing what he did to Silena and Percy telling her that doesn't make him happy 😭 that whole interaction makes my heart ache - Percy giving Hestia Pandora's pithos 🥺 - and Hades, Nico and the others coming for a final attack is so badass, i love it - listen im glad the og trio were the ones to confront Luke on Olympus but the fact Thalia got so close and then pinned by a statue of HERA makes me so sad. Ik her and Luke were finished and she coped by cutting him off completely and giving up all hope but i would pay money to know what they would have said to each other to say goodbye - Ethan 🥺 - Poseidon joining the fight against Typhon is so cool, such a great scene - 'PEANUT BUTTER!' - Annabeth you brilliant badass you - RIP Luke, you werent great but you werent the worst either - the gods just rolling up seconds too late, wondering wtf happened in Olympus and who the dead body is - the chapter where the Olympians meet and give out rewards is one of my absolute favourites (again i am incensed we didn't get anything like this in HoO) - will Percy turning down immortality ever not make me scream in glee? No? Alright then - Annabeth being relieved like Percy was relieved at the end of Titan's Curse tho - oh Hermes :/ - its so hard reading all this and knowing what comes in HoO... Like it's such a cathartic, earned and mostly happy and peaceful ending and then HoO comes along and undermines it all - aww Rick let Paul see Olympus somehow pls, he deserves it, he killed a dracanae - (i would also love to see it) - Percy being more upset Rachel took his pegasus than her going to Camp and possibly dying, lol, priorities dude - i honestly think that Rick had other ideas for the second Great Prophecy and how things would go down in BoO, cause the prophecy like... Barely applies to BoO, Doors of Death are in book four, and explabations of it is all so unclear when Rick is usually pretty good with that stuff - PERCABETH - lol Percy complaining about privacy when he and Annabeth are caught kissing literally in the middle of the very open and public dining pavilion, okay - BEST UNDERWATER KISS OF ALL TIME - that's it and im a glass case of emotion - very happy to say that this series remains my favourite of all time 💖

 If anyone ever wants to come gush about anything Riordanverse related feel free, because as you can see I have a lot of thoughts about it all

#lau rereads pjo #the last olympian is my favourite book for a REASON #honestly every line is killer #so much subtext to read into #the dialogue #the relationships are dialed up to 11 #every character is so on point #the battle strategies too? are just so interesting? #I just adore it #Tay don't read any of this yet cause it's all spoilers #alright I'm gonna go write fic to express these feelings now #tlo #the last olympian #pjo #pjato #percy jackson